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I want this every day (Charles Leclerc)

Charles has been frustrated with the team's strategies and the results he's been getting lately so you find a way to cheer him up

Note: english is not my first language. I was going to write it earlier on the week, but then I felt like I a jinxing it so I stopped... but after today, I think it's a good place to start...

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Tw: mentions Jules Bianchi

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Another race weekend where he was out qualified by his team-mate left Charles with the feeling that if it came to it, he was almost one hundred percent sure they would ask them to swap positions.

Points for the team would be important anyway and they came away with a good amount and the car showed to be competitive enough considering the RedBull dominance on the grid, but the frustration was still there.

With the team and with himself.

They told him they'd keep him - there wasn't a quesion put down about his contract -, Il Predestinato wasn't something he carried lightly but often times it was confusing. Without the support and appreciation from inside the team, it was proving difficult to achieve their goals.

His childhood dream was driving for Ferrari and Suzuka always carried a heavier weight for him. As he took off his helmet and was faced with the number 17 on the side, he apoligised. To Jules, who he wanted to make proud every day but even more on this particular track. To his fans, who deserved better than this. To you, who were there for him, arms open for a hug and a shoulder where he could cry and let his feelings out on, to hold him and remind him every single time that all of the nonsense commentators and the media still had the audacity to say about him despite his continous shows of intelligence, skill and talent, and to love him.

The way you loved him was something he had never felt before and had never thought he deserved.

The face you were giving everyone in the garage that dared look at you wasn't unfortunately a rare occurrence, hence the fact that so very few team members approached you, "Charles is just finishing his interviews, he should be here soon", Silvia said before excusing herself from the garage.

You walked to your boyfriend's driver room, knowing he would end up in there soon enough after greeting the mechanics and engineers.

He stepped inside the room less than fifteen minutes later, finding your embrace immediately as his arms wrapped around your waist, "it's not fair that this keeps happening", he mumbled.

"I know it isn't", you kissed his stubbly cheek while rubbing his back soothingly.

"I thought I could've done so much better, for the fans, for you, for Jules", he hiccuped, letting himself be vulnerable after bottling up everything he was feeling.

"You did us proud, Charles - he is always so proud of you", you cupped hisface in your hands as you hoped the words got through to him, "okay?".

The flight back home had Charles sleeping most of the time, the whole rush of the weekend catching up with his body as he slept with his head on your thighs, your fingers playing with his locks while you arranged your schedule for the week ahead.

"I was thinking we could spend some time together today", you said over the phone, hoping he hadn't booked anything since you made sure that Andrea and Joris had cleared his schedule so you could make this happen without a hitch.

"You don't have work?", Charles asked, "no, I arranged a few things and a meeting got cancelled", you explained.

"Good, I don't have anything to do either, I was just going to stay home, but being with you sounds much nicer, my place or your place?", he wondered.

"My place, please", you replied immediately, "I just want to change my clothes and I'm feeling like spending the afternoon in", you tried, hoping he would catch on and not mess up your surprise.

"Okay, amour! Do you need me to pick you up from work?", Charles asked and you heard a small smile on his face. You weren't sure why, but Charles really got a kick out of dropping you off and picking you up from work, so you felt bad for the answer you were giving him, "it's okay, you can meet me there, I'm already walking", you said as you drove out of the shop and headed home. It was an inoffensive lie but you kept telling yourself it was for a greater good.

"Okay, I'll meet you there in twenty minutes or so", he said, "Je t'aime, mon amour".

Riccardo seemed to have parked the car at the front of your building, making you get the bag out of your car trunk and join him and his family, "hey guys! Thank you for coming to this", you smiled, touching Chiara's foot softly and getting a giggle out of the little girl.

"No worries, this is such a nice idea and we're happy to help!", Marta said, letting you walk up to the door so you could get to your apartment.

"For the first time in my life, I'm the first one somewhere, and then they showed up too!", Joris said as the rest of the group you invited stood up from the hallway floor.

"I'm sorry for making you wait, but I had to pick these up and then the call with Charles had to be done at the precise time so he wouldn't get here before I did!", you explained, unlocking the door and letting them in.

"So we're fine to wait, but Charles can't wait for you?", Joris teased, making kissing noises as you shook your head, "privileges of being my boyfriend - it is what it is!", you chuckled.

Delegating the small tasks you left for the last minute, Charles' text saying he had just parked the car was enough to capture you attention, "quick quick, go hide in the living room - careful with the board game boxes! He's coming up!", you ushered your friends to the living room before your boyfriend knocked on your door.

"Hello, my love", you said, kissing his lips and pulling him inside the supposedly quiet apartment.

"Hey, gorgeous girl - I missed you", he squeezed you tight once you closed the door, "I was getting in my he - what's that?", Charles asked as a noise came from the living room.

Chiara squealed loudly enough for him to hear, so in part your surprise was not such a surprise, "you're not alone?", he mused.

Lacing your hand in his, you pulled him to the living room as everyone jumped out of their places to greet him!

"Surprise - ish!", you waved your hands as if you were announcing some great show, "I gathered all your favourite people - Lorenzo is coming with Charlotte in a bit, he just picked her up from work and your mother also had a cliente so she'll arrive a little later. Arthur is in the bathroom?", you wondered as you saw him walk out and pat his brother's back, not missing the truly surprised look on his face as he pulled you closer to him, kissing your temple, "you're the best, amour, thank you", he whispered.

You had food laid out in the coffee table and drinks in the kitchen where everybody could serve themselves so you could have your dining table available for the board and card games you were playing along with some building blocks for Chiara who was immediately stolen from her parents once your boyfriend saw her.

"Do we want to make a castle? Or maybe a rollercoaster?", Charles mused with the little girl sitting on his lap, still keeping an eye on his Monopoly game to make sure no one was missing any of the payments on his properties, "Good job, chérie!", he congratulated her, kissing her chubby cheek.

"Do you want me to get you guys anything? I'm already going to the kitchen", you wondered, "can you fill this up for us, please?", Marta asked as she handed you the orange juice jug, "yes, of course!", you grabbed it.

"This was a great idea, Y/N", Lorenzo said whole he poured himself a drink as you stepped into the kitchen, "he's been in his head a lot recently", he began.

"It's not much, really, it was quite easy to put everything together and you being here was very kind", you brushed it off.

"Y/N, gathering his favourite people to do something he loves apart from racing may seem simple but it's what he needs right now - don't underestimate yourself or the ability you have to bring him back to a good mental space", he rubbed your shoulder before going back to open the door, "it's our mother", he excused himself.

You set the jug on the table and took Chiara from your boyfriend's arms, volunteering to change her nappy in your bedroom.

Charles hugged his mother tight, "Hello, mon petit", she cupped his face and kissed his cheek, "I'm not little anymore", Charles blushed, "you and your brothers will always be my little boys, I don't care how old or how tall you get", she smiled, greeting everyone else in the room.

His favourite people were all in the same place, Charles thought. Some were playing cards, some were just chatting and you just picked his friends' daughter to change her nappy like she was your own.

"Do you have room for one more? I'm usually pretty good at this!", Lorenzo said as he sat at the dining table, "you take my game - it's not too bad, just make sure Marta pays up what she owes me - two hotels in my blue cards", Charles raised his eyebrows, "I know you were counting on your daughter's cuteness to distract me, but I have excellent vision", he smirked.

Charles walked to your bedroom, seeing you close the diaper bag as Chiara kicked the air, layed on top of your comforter and giggling at the story you were telling her, "and then I had to tell the lady 'that won't do, because I have my boyfriend's family and our friends over for dinner and I can't have too little food! Even if I have left overs for weeks!' because that's what's right, right? She also had this very fluffy bread that was still warm from the oven so I asked her if she could add that because I knew you'd like it - bread is the best, isn't it, cutie?", you spoke.

You were it, he had known that for a long time.

You were the one he wanted to grow old with and go through every challenge life wanted to throw at you, because he knew you both could face them if you were there.

"And who is that spying on us, hm? It's Charles! Let's go and give Charles a big hug and many kisses!", you smiled, picking her up and approaching your boyfriend, cuddling into his chest as you kept the little girl on your arms, kissing his chest while Chiara palmed his face and giggled when Charles pretended to eat her fingers, "yummy fingers, nom, nom, nom".

"I need to get started on dinner - I'm doing that roast you really like", you offered, "I already prepped most of it, just need to cut up the veggies and then put in the oven, simple as that".

"C'mon, Chiara - I bet my mother is wondering where you are because she'll want a cuddle", Charles took her from your arms, "I'll be back for you", Charles slapped your butt playfully.

You were seasoning the food on the trays, making sure you weren't forgetting anything when your boyfriend walked up to join you, wrapping his arms around your waist, "thank you for this, I really needed it", he kissed under your ear, turning you around to face him and kissing your lips properly, "it's fine", you scoffed.

"No, I really needed it - it's easy to lose sight of these things and these moments", he began, "I was home and getting way too much into my own head and I wouldn't got to anyone unless they asked about it", he admitted, squeezing your body closer to his.

"I'm glad you liked it, it's truly nothing but I'm glad you're happy", you smiled, "I can't control what goes on your mind all the time but I'm going to make sure that whenever you're near me and say silly things about doubting yourself, I will always help you see the truth and work it out with you - no down talking about yourself when you're with me, understood?", you stated firmly almost like you were lecturing him.

"I know, amour", he giggled, kissing your forehead and then littering some more kisses on your face and making you break out in laughter loudly.

The dinner was great and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves as they ate the meal and spoke about whatever came to mind, summer plans already in discussion.

Charles was helping you put away the plates when he decided he would voice the thoughts running through his head. Usually at this time of the day he was already knee deep into strategies and failed attempts, but this time was different.

"I want this every day", Charles said with a big smile on his face.

"Well, not all of us have your schedule, it would be lovely, but maybe making it a weekly thing? Monthly maybe with your schedule?", you tried, not wanting to kick his idea straight to the trash.

"I don't mean that - I've been thinking about this a lot lately, and I was wondering if you'd like to move in with me", Charles clarified, "there's no point to keep two places when realistically, we spend most times at eachother's place - you're down to what? Sleeping two nights here per week?", he noted as you smiled.

"You want to move in together?", you checked and he nodded, "yes, I do - honestly, I've thinking we keep my place since you're renting here and that way you'd be closer to work, too", he suggested.

"Sounds good to me", you smiled, kissing his lips, sealing the deal.

"I don't want to be far away from you when we don't have to be, and this way you can save on rent, too!", he added and before you truly lectured him, he caught you ahead, "I know you won't let me pay for things on my own and we will find some arrangement for that, I was just saying you won't have to keep paying your landlord", he smiled.

"I mean it when I say I want to split expenses, okay?", you argued, "unless you start going with expensive caviar or any of that crazy expensive stuff - my salary can't take that", you joked.

"When have you ever seen that in my fridge?", he threw his head back as he laughed.

"I'm only joking, handsome - I can't wait to move in with you", you hugged him, "I love you, Charles, can't wait to be your new roomie".

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[mendeshoney]

hiiii i just want to say thank you for giving us all these stories, like it really makes my day seeing it on my feed. can you please write something about barzy being the readers boyfriend but also bsf so he gets all the tea every time lol

"You are never going to believe what I just found out."

The door closes and locks behind you at the same time that Mat's head whips around, his wireless headset falling from the force of the turn, and his character dies on the screen.

Faintly, you can hear the protests of his teammates through his headphones, and Mat's immediately scrambling, pulling the headset on and rushing out a quick goodbye. He turns off the game and tosses his headset onto the couch beside him, his whole body turning toward you.

"At 'The Debrief?'" Mat asks. If he were a dog, you would swear his ears would be perked all the way up and his tail would be wagging.

You nod, an excited smile on your face as you head to the fridge and grab the already open bottle of champagne, and when Mat sees it, he flies over the back of the couch and scrambles to grab the glasses from the cabinet.

"No fucking way," he says as he moves, just as excited, placing the glasses down on the kitchen counter in front of you.

"Do you want to guess who it involves? Or should I just tell you?" You ask, pouring the champagne in the glass first, and Mat tops it off with the orange juice he grabbed from the fridge.

"Just tell me," Mat insists. "I've been waiting for this since you left."

This had become a tradition between the two of you over the last six months.

Every two weeks, on a Sunday, you and your best friends gather at a bistro or café and catch up on everything going on in the others lives. You'd been friends with them since you were kids, lasting throughout high school and college combined, and now that you're all adults with your own lives, it's the main way to ensure you keep in touch.

Mat had gone to one of them when you first started dating. You forgot that you'd made plans with him on the same Sunday as what you and your friends liked to call "The Debrief," and your friends had been so excited to meet him that they encouraged you to bring him along.

Needless to say, Mat had never had so much fun being involved in gossip in his life.

"You hear things being on the team," he had told you after you'd left that day. "But none of them are that exciting. It's like watching a reality show unfold in real life."

Since then, he'd begged to go with you each time, but you always had to let him down to remind him that "The Debrief" is a closed event, and that he can't always tag along just because. But he'd been so sad about being told he couldn't be involved, you came up with this compromise.

After every day you went to "The Debrief," you'd come home to him and start what he dubbed as "The Mimosa Memo," where you'd summarize what you learned that morning and Mat could still feel like he was involved.

You take a swig of the mimosa, then lean your elbows on the counter and blurt out "Drea's older sister is pregnant."

Mat's mouth drops open, genuine disbelief on his face. "No! Alyssa? Is the dad the married fin tech dude?"

"Yep," you confirm, and Mat groans out loud.

"She's keeping the baby?!" He exclaims, and when you nod, he takes a swig of his own mimosa, shaking his head. "Andrea needs to talk some sense into her."

"Oh, she tried," you admit, recounting your friend's frustrated face. "I don't think I've ever seen Drea so mad before. Lyss even told Drea she was convinced that this would mean he would leave his wife for good."

Mat scoffs. "Yeah, alright."

"That's not even the best part," you insist after taking another sip.

You laugh as Mat's eyeballs bug out again, and he makes a 'hurry up' gesture with his hands. "Spit it out, I'm dying over here!"

"Fin tech bro?" You begin dramatically, feeling excitement when the anticipation is all over Mat's face. "His wife just found out she's pregnant too."

The gasp that leaves Mat's mouth is both vindicating and hilarious, and you can't help but laugh at his reaction. "Does Alyssa know?"

You shake your head. "We just found out at brunch. We Instagram stalked him, found his wife's account, and she posted a picture celebrating the end of her first trimester literally two days after Lyss found out she was pregnant."

Mat shakes his head, completely flabbergasted. He takes another large swig of his mimosa, and sighs, like he's exhausted by the drama that isn't even his. "What did Lyss say when Drea told her?"

You shrug, and Mat stares at you. "Drea said she was going to tell her when she got home."

"Are you kidding me?!" He pouts. "You're telling me I have to wait another two weeks to find out?"

You smirk, hiding behind the rim of your glass. "Guess so."

His nostrils flare, and his shoulders sag. "If Drea texts you before then you have to tell me about it."

You raise a brow at him. Usually he's eager, but not this eager. "Why?"

A slight flush creeps up his cheeks. "No reason."

"Mathew." You deadpan. "What did you do?"

He stares at his glass like it's the most interesting thing the entire world. "I.....may or may not have told a few people a couple of things I learned from 'The Debrief' and 'The Mimosa Memo' and they may or may not also want updates."

You stare at him blankly. "So you told Tito, Tyson, and Ethan."

"And Lianna," he clarifies. "But that's it."

A groan leaves your lips, and you tip back the rest of your mimosa. "See, this is why you're not allowed at 'The Debrief,' you've got loose lips."

"You're the one telling me stuff!"

"I'm allowed to! The rules extend to significant others, but not beyond that!"

Mat frowns. "So if I can't tell the guys about Drea's sister?"

You roll your eyes, pouring more champagne and head straight to your bathroom to run a bubble bath, ignoring Mat's cries of protests as you retreat.

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[vinvantae]

Baby Steps

Part 17/26

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Warnings - Mentions of death, explicit language

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The sun beat down on you as you walked through the paddock, Milo on your hip and Dan’s large hand wrapped around yours. He promised he wouldn’t be hurt if you didn’t want to be seen with him today - it wasn’t about your relationship and he knew well that the media would have a field day seeing the pair of you together like this, but you needed him by your side. He and Milo were keeping you grounded as you took in everything around you.

The place hadn’t changed a bit. You don’t know why it would have, but part of you expected that it would all be different without Ben. But the usual hustle and bustle of pre-practice one surrounds you, teams far too busy with prep to even notice you. Someone who wasn’t too busy, however, was Andreas. As he stepped out of McLaren headquarters, he was taken aback to see you coming up the steps.

“Y/n, wow… hi.” He pulled you into a gentle hug, almost as if he didn’t believe you were actually there. “I…you’re here?”

“I’ve come to say goodbye to Ben, I hope that’s okay?” Your voice was quiet, timid.

The team boss smiled sadly and nodded. “Of course it is. The track will be quiet until this afternoon so take all the time you need. I’ll inform the marshals.”

He stepped aside and let you into the building - you, Dan and Milo dipping into the driver’s private room for a little while. “You all finished with your picture, jellybean?”

“Yeah!”

“Can I see?”

He scrunched up his little nose and shook his head. “It’s for daddy. Want him to have it first.”

You shot Daniel a look and he just shrugged, not sure what the toddler had drawn either. You simply smiled and kissed Milo’s forehead before grabbing yourself a bottle of water from the fridge, putting off the inevitable. This was what you wanted to do, you wanted to be here, but the idea of stepping foot on the tarmac scared the shit out of you.

“Remember what I said.” Daniel came up behind you, his arms wrapping around your middle, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “If at any point you need to get out of here, I’ll get you out.”

His hold around you seemed to make you feel at ease, so you sunk back into his chest. “I know. It’s just a lot, I never thought I’d be here again… you’ve helped me so much.”

“Hey, I refuse to take credit for this, baby. It’s all you and I’m so proud of you.” He hummed softly, giving you a squeeze.

“Thank you.”

After one more moment of gathering yourself, the three of you began to make your way towards the track - Dan used his body to try and block you and Milo from the small group of media hanging around the track, hoping to get a quote from a driver. You didn’t need anyone’s eyes on you right now. He guided you with a hand on the small of your back to a walkway onto the main straight.

You clutched a bouquet of flowers to your chest, Dan holding Milo’s hand as the three of you walked down the track. Your heart was thumping and your head felt fuzzy - but you were determined to fight through it.

“Breathe, you’ve got this… Milo and I are right here.”

The barrier was in front of you now with zero indication that there had ever been a crash; the wall was freshly painted and the run-off stripes cleaned to perfection. It made your heart ache a little when you saw the bouquets of flowers zip tied to the fence by your fellow team-members for him - they hadn’t forgotten him. Knowing you weren’t the only one who missed him made you feel less alone, knowing he was loved made you feel like you could breathe again.

You watched as Milo let go of Dan’s hand and toddled his way across the tarmac, his tiny feet moving him with determination. The driver took your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze as you approached - standing back enough to give Milo his own time to talk.

“Mummy says we lost you here.” You could hear his little voice, as crisp as anything. “And… sad we did not meet but mummy tells me you were cool and funny. I like that.”

Dan let his hand drop and slide around your waist, and you let your head rest against him - watching the small boy before you, a stray tear rolling down your cheek. The Australian pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

“I drew you this.” You still couldn’t see the drawing as he held it out in front of him. “I have only seen pictures of you but I hope you like it!”

You slowly approached and knelt down beside him. “I bet he’d love it, jellybean.”

Cautiously, you took the picture from him and smiled sadly when you saw what he’d drawn - it was a drawing of a stick figure family, three three of you stood in front of a house with lots of flowers. A little speech bubble above Milo’s head ‘I love mummy and daddy!’. You punched a hole in each corner of the picture with a pen and zip tied it to the fence with the flowers.

“There we go.” You hummed softly. “Now everyone can see your beautiful picture.”

“Your turn mummy. Can I stay?”

“I’d love nothing more, jellybean.”

You crouched down to his height and traced your fingers across the ground. It wasn’t the same as it was the day he died - you couldn’t feel him anymore but that was okay. You didn’t necessarily believe in an afterlife but the fact you no longer felt him lingering made you feel at peace. But you still wanted to get apologies off of your chest.

“…I miss you, baby.” You whispered. “Sorry it took me so long to bring Milo here. You would’ve loved him, he reminds me so much of you.”

Milo smiled. “You say I’m funny like him, right?”

“The funniest little man.” You chuckled softly, kissing his cheek. “…there’s so much to catch you up on, not really sure where to start.”

You ended up sitting on the tarmac as you relayed the past three years to the wall - sure, you definitely looked crazy but it was good to get it all out. Finally catch him up on what he’d missed. Meanwhile, Dan had stepped away a little from you both to give you a little bit of privacy, his honey eyes scanning the edge of the grid to see if anyone was watching. He knew they were, but the sight of the line of cameras lined up behind the fence frustrated him - this was your moment. It was private. He crossed the track, his brow furrowed.

“Do you guys mind leaving? She’s saying goodbye here.” He asked, resting his hands on the wall. “This is a family thing.”

“Then why are you here?”

He opened his mouth to speak before closing it again, not wanting to get either of you in the shit right now. “I won’t ask again, please leave. Or I’ll call security.”

He stood his ground and after a few moments they moved away, muttering complaints that he was sure was going to come back and bite him in the ass but if it meant getting you the privacy you deserved it was the right thing to do.

“DANNY!”

The Australian looked over his shoulder to see Milo waving his hands wildly and jumping up and down. “Come here, please!”

He chuckled softly and jogged back over. “Hey, what did I miss?”

“Down here.” Milo tugged at Dan’s trouser leg, encouraging the driver to join the two of you on the ground - his knees brushing against yours a little. “Mummy and I have been talking to daddy.”

“Oh yeah?” He smiled softly.

“Yeah! Don’t know if he can hear but told him that we love and miss him.” The toddler explained, like it was any normal conversation - not one with the father he’d never known.

Dan heard you sigh softly from beside him but was pleasantly surprised by the gentle smile on your face when he turned to look at you. Your hand came up to cup his jaw, thumb brushing over his stubble. “I told him about us… told him that you were taking good care of me.”

“Y-you did?” Dan’s cheeks flushed dark, this was the first time you’d been here since the accident so the fact you’d spoken about him was truly flattering.

“I did. It felt right. Told him about how the last three years have been and right now? I’m the happiest I’ve been, and that’s because of you two.” Although you were smiling, a tear had rolled down your cheek. “I’m so glad I met you.”

He let his forehead come to rest against yours. “I’m sorry the journey was so tough… as grateful as I am for you to be mine, I wish you’d never gone through such heartbreak.”

“Hi, Uhm, sorry to interrupt but we’re gonna have to ask you to leave the track.” A marshal approached awkwardly, his hands behind his back. “And Daniel, they want you back at the garage.”

“Yeah of course.” Dan forced a smile and helped you from the ground before helping you zip tie your bouquet to the fence amongst the others - the bright orange standing out amongst the others. “Sorry you didn’t get longer.”

“It’s okay, I’ve… it was enough.” You said, scooping up Milo. “More than enough. I’m glad we did it.”

The toddler snuggled up into your chest, gripping onto your jacket. Dan took your free hand as you rested Milo on your hip. “If I could skip the race-“

“Don’t be silly. I want you to race, you’ll smash it.” The Australian smiled as your hand came up to rest on his cheek. “Your passion for racing is one of the reasons I like you so much, go out and get a good result for me and jellybean. I'll be waiting for you back at the hotel.”

The driver leant down and pressed a tender kiss to your lips, both of you unaware that your sweet moment had been noticed by the paparazzi Dan had shooed away just minutes prior - now eager to get payback for him snapping at them. He pulled away and smiled sweetly at you, nudging his nose against yours, a soft giggle leaving your lips. “I'll absolutely send it.”

“Mhmm, you better.” You grinned, surprising even yourself about how good you felt.

As you and Dan walked back towards the paddock, you were expecting to feel beyond broken, upset, at coming to visit Ben - but it was good, cathartic even. The only thing you were bothered by was the fact you hadn't done it sooner; you weren't mad at yourself, it was a tough thing to do but knowing that you could've brought Milo here sooner, made you feel a little guilty. But, all in all, you mostly felt a sense of relief and comfort knowing that Ben wasn't lingering anymore, that he'd found peace whether there was something after death or not.

“I have one more thing to show you before you before you go.” Dan smiled, offering you his hand. “If you'd come with me?”

You let your fingers link with his, giving his hand a gentle squeeze before he began to lead you towards his side of the garage. Although the team were surprised to see you, most of them gave you soft smiles and small waves - a sense of pride that you were here.

“Are you ready?” The Australian gently tugged your hand around the car and over to his helmet, which lay on the side. “I wanted to do a little something…”

He passed you the helmet, allowing you to turn it over in your hands -a soft gasp leaving your lips when you saw the small 41 printed on the side. “Dan… you didn't have to do this.”

“He deserves to be honoured, in fact - if you look around the garage…” Dan laid his hand on the small of your back and turned you to face the rest of the team.

As you looked around the garage, you began to notice that, aside from the pit crew, everyone's team kit was emblazoned with the same number and name. You covered your mouth with your hand as a tear rolled down your cheek - feeling absolutely heartwarmed by the way the team was remembering, celebrating, Ben. He'd never got to wear his team jacket and now the entire McLaren garage was proudly showing it off.

“W-When did you do all this?” Your voice barely a whisper as the team began moving around to prepare themselves for the upcoming free practice.

He shrugged. “Honestly? I didn't have to, they were already planning on doing it. As much as I'd like to take the credit, Ben truly was loved by this team. By everyone, and it only feels right that we remember him today. I hope that's okay.”

“...I don't have words, I'm truly so grateful for you all. I'd wish you luck this weekend but you don't need it, you're gonna smash it.”

As you stepped away from the garage, you held Milo close to your chest. The toddler looked up at you with bright eyes. “Mummy?”

“Yes, jellybean?”

“Daddy really was special… wasn't he?”

A soft smile took over your face. “He was baby, he really was.”

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Hope you enjoyed this very sappy chapter 🧡 I think I’m gonna aim for 25 parts but I’m not 100% sure yet.

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[reyesstrand]

just gonna quietly throw it out there that the carlos we know and the carlos they’ve built up for four seasons would absolutely be crumpled over with guilt and anxiety the moment he got serious enough with tk to not mention a secret marriage—for whatever reason. it would’ve come out in season two when they were formally together, or even just after the breakup in season three when they became this evolved and fully endgame couple that could survive anything thrown at them.

tk has told carlos about his addiction and has been vulnerable with him about his grief. carlos bottled up his parents not knowing about tk, sure, but had genuine fear behind keeping that secret and told him everything when it was clear tk was ready to be there for him and would understand. carlos would not have gotten to this point in their relationship—where he’s waited at tk’s bedside when he almost died again, moved him in as a surprise, helped him through the loss of his mother, come to terms with the realities of tk’s recovery, put him in his will, and said yes without hesitation to tk’s proposal at three in the morning—without having anxiously letting it all spill out about actually being legally married before then. there’s just no way. also andrea reyes—who knows this secret—would not allow her son to be happily planning a wedding with tk (who she has said she loves/is so happy her son is with) if she knew he’s been married all along.

#this might come back to bite me in 28 hours but whatever!! #carlos reyes #tarlos #911 lone star #911ls

[skloomdumpster]

No no no come back here *lures you out with cookies* tell me more about Andreas having recessive air magic and how it's would relate to him and Beatrix fighting as a pair if they had to. Tell me about Saul's recessive water magic and how it affects and impacts him. Riven's is definitely earth magic you're right

LMAAAAAO

cookies do work on me, i'm easy like that

No Specialist knows about their magic "element", because again, it's basically knew science.

That said, Saul has always felt like he was underwater. Even as a little kid (especially as teenager), feeling like he was breathing on reverse and like everything was too loud and was too much. Sports helped, swimming helped. Sitting on the bottom of a pool, holding his breath and eyes squeezed shut, counting counting counting until he lost count. He did this a lot after his father passed (was murdered, by his hand).

Swimming was not one of the Specialist's required exercises. You were supposed to know how to swim, and do it well, but that was about it. He missed it a lot. Andreas hated swimming, hated the idea of going to that freezing fucking river, probably filthy he would say. That didn't stop him from splashing Saul, that didn't stop him from shaking Saul awake during a weekend and tell him they were cliff diving. Andreas liked it because of the jump. He was like a little kid, getting out of the water dripping wet and climbing the rocks all over again, just so he could keep jumping. He liked the ice in his stomach and he liked the feeling of flying - the freedom, he told Silva - but Saul liked the feeling of sinking. With all the momentum, so deep he'd get scratched in the rocks at the bottom, just sinking and then everything was dark and silent.

When he makes it back to Eraklyon, after leaving his best friend's corpse behind (murdered, by his hand), and taking a kid who's barely turned two under his wing, there's no dark, there's no silent. He wants to drown his sorrows and so he goes, all the way to the bottom of the bottle and when the alcohol runs dry, his stears come forward and then there's a hungover so severe it makes his muscles ache and his ears feel like they're stuffed with cotton - like he's underwater - and he can hardly hear Sky blabbing in baby speak, calling him "dad".

That's when he decides he can't keep being underwater.

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Andreas isn't strange to powerful women. Easily put, he's no strange to authority either, to order. He's life was a well put up chain of command, father, mother, him. He doesn't even hate it, per se, he enjoys the structure and the ability to let go, to trust other's to make the hard decisions. There are leaders and there are followers and then there are soldiers, who are supposed to follow orders, but are still supposed to think (that's what Saul says, he doesn't say fake deep crap he doesn't mean).

He simply enjoys the ability to trust and rely, to let go.

Rosalind comes first. She's electrifying, literally. Charming like a devil, scary like one too. She's got a smooth talk and cold glares and a sharp mind that leaves him fumbling for answers, temper burning right under the surface, him fuming. A smile tugs the corner of her lips.

She enjoys the squirming, the toying and the chase of it all too much. Rosalind enjoys knowing she gets under his skin with her bossing around, but he wonders if she knows she gets under his skin in more ways than just unnerving annoyance.

No, Rosalind pisses him off, but when she says duck, he ducks and when she says hide, he hides and then he watches as she fights and fuck, he's never seen anything as beautiful or as scary, it's like he forgets how to breathe. There's no air.

She's a force and when she promotes him, it feels like flying. It's a bigger compliment than any affection ever was, to be wanted in her inner rooster does things to his pride that no person has been able to do for him in bed.

Then there's Ella, who's light giggles and she gets it. She floats up leaves around him, sends them up like feathers. She's easy like breathing, she's light like air too. It's not heavy, which is surprising, he had always assumed being a soldier with undivided loyalty would clash horribly with a marriage (it already clashed horribly with his best friend, didn't it?), but not with Ella. She gets it and she's so easy to talk with and he loves her, he does. Between battles and between fights and it doesn't matter how others glare at him and the rumors he hears - something about his violent instincts and his recklessness and how his wife is a waif little thing disappearing before everyone's eyes. None of it matters.

When she dies, there's no more lightness. No more air. Just heavy sludge water in his lungs, a baby he has no idea of what to do with and there's Rosalind, who's still as magnetic and electrifying as ever. Rosalind who takes one look at Sky (it's a fitting name, Ella thought so, he did once too), raises an eyebrow and scoffs, "he's not magical."

Sky feels heavy, nothing with him is ever easy. He cries so much and Andreas hates him day by day and he hates what hating his own son says about him and what it speaks of the fragility of his love for Ella, that he couldn't love their child after she passed and he hates how he feels like he's being dragged down-

Death is easy.

Dying is very easy.

Having a lung collapse is not as easy, crawling his way to safety and security is not easy and it's not easy knowing he's got no Rosalind and no Saul now, even though he still wants both, stab wound be damned. He's so heavy that he misses even Sky, his weight in his chest and how solid he was, how grounding.

Beatrix appears at his door, at the farm in Eraklyon. He's supposed to dead, his whole family is, his wife is, his son is gone (taken by Saul, no less. Who took everything, his life and his son and his leader and his purpose and his best friend and-), so Andreas has no idea why he's getting fucking deliveries in fucking middle-of-fuckall.

Turns out his delivery is a baby whose eyes shift between amber brown and neon blue. A baby whom he picks up out of a basket, makes a mewl sound like a kitten, which settles into his stomach heavy but causes his heart to pick up and up and up, until it's like it's going to fly out of his chest.

Beatrix isn't heavy, she's electrifying, she's easy, she's everything.

#bitches will answer asks and get wayy into it #im bitches #fate the winx saga #fate: the winx saga #saul silva #andreas of eraklyon #answered #myhcs

[deputygonebye]

@wexarethewalkingxdead asked: Andrea hadn't thought much about the passing of time or the fact that she knew it had to be pushing late September and remembered Shane mentioning that his birthday was later on in that month. She wasn't the sentimental type. Well, not anymore. Not since getting Amy the mermaid necklace back in Atlanta, but something deep down inside her wanted her to keep some traditions alive. Birthdays were simple, right?

So she spent days searching for the right gift for him. And she finally found it when they lucked up on a department store that hadn't been ransacked as badly as the others they had already checked. She managed to slip it into her pack without him noticing and then managed to find some orange tissue paper to wrap it in. There was a tube of wrapping paper as well, but that wasn't as easy to conceal as the tissue paper. And it wasn't as practical either.

She went off to herself that night to wrap it carefully. She managed to find a small box to slip it into so that he wouldn't know what it was from simply the shape of it. She smirked as she looked at the finished product before picking it up and approaching him slowly.

"Not sure if it's still September or even if it is September at all, but Happy Birthday." She pulled the small box from behind her back and offered it to him. "It's not much…"

Happy Birthday, Shane!

Two lone outlaws with nothing but the sun on their backs for company. A packet of peanuts for dinner, if ever Shane and Andrea were so lucky, a quarter of water left still in the plastic bottles that they carried for drink. Dangerous was the life they shared together, but better was it spent than remaining as black sheep among their former group. Wherever that little family went, further into the woods or past the crumbled cities, Shane knew that they would be alright. Just as he had left them - with promise and good fortune prayed for - Andrea beside him and the long road before them both. It wasn't so terrible a journey. Days bled into each other, unable to be distinguished but not so bad as would've been imagined, companionship in Andrea was more of a comfort than Shane dared to admit. A warmth that kept him safe when the nights grew cold. A bliss that didn't end; somehow made the Walkers easier to bear. Foul flesh that was more of an annoyance than true threat, an enemy that could be defeated just through conviction alone, birthdays memorable despite the lack of party streamers and confetti.

Box opened with mindful hands, gentle around the corners but dedicated with the tissue paper, torn without resistance, Shane admired the coffee mug as if it were pure silver rather than ivory porcelain. Dusty around the rim, a few chips nearest the handle, the mug wasn't perfect, but Shane didn't wish for it to be. Preferred it just as it was, smiled as he inspected the cup in his hands, bold black print read: Life Is About More Than Coffee.

"Thank you." Shane said, smile still upon his lips, a glint to brown eyes that spoke of wanting his birthday cake and eating it, too. "To tell you the truth, I almost forgot about the day myself. Bein' out here, time goes by different. Don't count the same as it used to. But let me be clear, I will be usin' this from here on out. Better to be drinkin' my water out of a good mug than from a days old piece of garbage plastic. You better start doin' the same, too. Ain't no reason for you to be gettin' crud backwash when there's a decent cup for us to split. That's just what we're gonna have to start doin' a lot of now, you know. Sharin' and everything."

Shane stepped closer to her, gaze fallen from her blues to her lips. "I don't mind sharin' things with you, Andrea. Hey, what do you say to doin' a bit more birthday celebratin'? Just you and me. I don't think I'm ready for this party to end yet."

#wexarethewalkingxdead #Muse || Andrea Harrison #Judge and Executioner || Post Apocalypse Era #Verse || Alternative Universe #// This made me more emotional than I should've gotten but I just love them so much!

[axel-addams]

#huntsvilleintro

the basics;

FULL NAME: Axel Andreas Addams

NICKNAME: Doesn't have one, goes by Axel

GENDER: Male

PRONOUNS: He/Him

AGE: Forty

OCCUPATION: Mechanic @ Pete's Garage

RESIDENCE: The Town

RESIDENT or VISITOR: Resident

HUNTER or GATHERER: Hunter

TITLE: The Damned

FACECLAIM: Sebastian Stan

the personality;

++ resourceful, problem solver, genuine, honest, independent

-- irritable, stubborn, private, reserved, unlucky

tropes - grease monkey, mr fixit, the chosen one, the cursed, lamb to the slaughter

personality type - virtuoso (ISTP)

the bio;

(tw; death, depression, alcoholism)

they're kooky and they're spooky, the addams family.

a common joke that axel put up with when he was growing up un huntsville. the addams family, a legacy family who have been around huntsville since it was founded. the family were well liked in the town and often made charitable donations to huntsville to support their community. when axel came along, the family legacy was drummed into him and how that legacy came with certain expectations. axel being axel had no intention of being defined by expectations, his family was huge, there was no need for that kind of pressure.

seemed like fate loved to take the piss out of axel, as his family started dropping like flies around him. one by one it was like they were being picked off by age, illness and downright freak accidents. death was playing russian roulette with the addams family and by the time axel was in his late twenties he was the last remaining addams. the sole heir to their estate and everything that came with it.

being around so much death would get to anyone, and it got to axel. the paranoia alone almost killed him. he was grieving his family, stressed to the point his own brain would work against him in confusion, he'd stopped eating and sleep was but a near distant memory. it had taken him being admitted to hospital for a duration that he finally started to get his wits about him again. axel's never recovered from the losses in his life and its been a lasting fear in him that if he were to ever meet someone and have children that they would be taken from him too. convinced he's damned, he now remains reserved and private, and returns back to an empty home that's far too big for one so alone.

inheriting the family estate meant that axel didn't need to work a day in his life if he chose not to. he had studied mechanics and engineering but didn't plan to do anything serious with it other than be a freelance advisor to companies outside the town. but when the internet and cell service died that plan went up in flames. when he returned home from his stint the hospital, he spent his days locked away in his house drinking away his sorrows. with nothing to do, infinite cash and a brain that had too much going on, he found himself reaching for the bottle more and more. it took years and hitting lower than rock bottom for axel to have that epiphany wake up call he needed to get his life together. he joined AA and vowed to never to let alcohol touch his lips again.

his sponsor advised doing something to keep himself busy. falling back on his mechanic and engineering skills had never been more of a lifeline than they were then to him. he joined the team at pete's garage and has been putting time in there ever since. he likes it, it keeps him busy and it forces him to talk to people - which he wouldn't do otherwise.

other notes;

+ joined AA after realising he had a drinking problem. he's been sober since his mid 30's

+ lives in the big spooky house - contents of house less spooky, more kooky...maybe a lil goofy

+ restores cars & any other broken items he can find

the possible connections;

friends

besties

acquaintances

enemies

ex's

co-workers

customers

family friends

neighbours

AA sponsor/other AA attendees

open to any and all plots/connections & if you'd like to plot with axel or would even just like to have a chat, please feel free to drop me a message any time

will add to this as i go along but this is the general outline

#huntsvilleintro #axel's intro #headcanon

[suezee-q]

The way I see it..

I know I can be a handful, I've been told that my whole life. I've always been so apologetic about the way I am for about 18 years. I don't remember a time where I wasn't sorry about something. And sometimes I think just a bottle of pills could take this pain I'm in but I keep fighting. I could end everyone's burden if I just stopped fighting and let everything consume me. Letting my body just rest forever. It's gotten so beat up, sometimes I just feel I need to stop and sleep..

So when I love someone and I give my all. I give them everything because then they could fight by my side. Right? I mean..

I love with my whole mind, body and soul.. so yes of course I'm going to fight with everything I've got if I feel like it's necessary.

I'm sorry to make your life a living hell, but I've been fighting for myself for years and years. No one has ever stood up for me, no one has stayed when the tough times got super tough.

I've been in this hell alone for years. I need someone who is willing to stay by my side and rock this hell to the core by fighting together, as one.

If anyone in my life thinks that's too much.. or isn't worth it?.. Then it was nice fighting while it last..

This won't be easy, this isn't a vacation, I'm not just someone you just only choose to stay a few days then want to leave when things get tough but come back after some time. I need someone to stick it out, thick and thin.

So far, Andrea has been that for me. Going on 7 years she hasn't once left my side. She hasn't once made me feel like I was too much. She hasn't once needed a vacation from me. She's always said I deserve the world and until I fight my way out of hell I'm glad to have her by my side. I do deserve happiness, I deserve love and respect.

I deserve to world. I'm worth every battle. I'm worth every moment, ups and downs. I'm worth the sacrifice and compromises. I'm worth fighting for and fighting with. I am worth it.

And if I'm fighting for you; mind, body and soul... then with my whole being, I believe you're worth it too.

#love #poem #my own #poetry #demons #fight #relationship #worth

[sourwolf-sterek32]

Broken Trust

Summary: Y/N Walsh meets Daryl Dixon while working as an undercover Police Officer. But, when Daryl finds out the truth about you, you’re forced to move back to King County.

While on duty, a bullet puts you and Rick Grimes in hospital and when you wake up, the whole world has changed.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Language,

Previous chapter

Chapter 15-

It was dark by the time you got back to the RV.

The others explained to Dale and T-Dog what happened while you went into the RV, grabbing the first aid kit and wrapped your bloodied knuckles with a bandage.

Once they were taken care of, you stood guard on top of the RV with Dale's scoped rifle in your hands, avoiding the group.

You did not feel like explaining what happened, you didn't even want to think about what happened. Hell, for all you knew Carl could be dead, Rick and Shane could be dead and there was nothing you could do about it.

"Well what are we waiting for? We got the address of this farm, let's go." Dale suddenly declared, catching your attention as you walked across the roof of the RV, looking down at the group talking below.

"I won't do it. We can't just leave." Carol argued looking back and forth between everyone. "What if she comes back and we're not here? It could happen."

"If Sophia found her way back and we were gone, that would be awful." Andrea replied and for once you actually agreed with her.

You couldn't leave Sophia out there alone, you had to keep looking. You could keep looking, you could try help her, but you couldn't help Carl. There was nothing you could do to fix a bullet wound, but you could look for Sophia, you could still be useful.

"You guys go to this farm, I'll stay here." You announced, causing the group to all turn around and look up at you from where you were standing on the roof of the RV.

"Ya ain't stayin' by yourself. I say tomorrow mornin' is soon enough to pull up stakes. Give us a chance to rig up a big sign, leave her some supplies. We'll hold here tonight, stay with the RV." Daryl suggested, looking up at you with an unreadable expression and you nodded slightly, knowing there was no point in trying to argue.

"If the RV is staying, I am too." Dale responded.

"I'm in." Andrea spoke up as Glenn stepped forward.

"Well, if you're all staying then I'm-" He began to say before Dale cut him off.

"Not you, Glenn. You're going. Take Carol's Cherokee. You have to find this farm, reconnect with our people and see what's going on, but most important, you have to get T-Dog there. This is not an option, that cut has gone from bad to worse. He has a very serious blood infection. Get him to that farm. See if they have any antibiotics." Dale began to explain pointing towards T-Dog.

The man was sitting inside one of the other cars on the highway with a blanket wrapped him, he didn't look too good.

But, your attention was quickly pulled away form T-Dog when you noticed Daryl walk away from the group as he knelt down beside Merle's old motorcycle and pulled something out the saddle bag.

"Keep your oily rags off my brothers motorcycle." Daryl muttered, throwing a rag to Dale as he began to walk over to the car T-Dog was in before he dropped a plastic bag on the hood of the car and that's when you realised what it was.

Drugs. Of course it was.

"Why'd you wait till now to say anything? Got my brother's stash. Crystal, X- Don't need that. Got some kick ass painkillers. Doxycycline. Not the generic stuff neither, it's first class. Merle got the clap on occasion." Daryl explained as he dug through the bag.

He tossed one of the orange bottles to Dale as he glanced up at you and you just shook your head in disbelief.

Merle was still doing shit with drugs, even after what happened all those years ago? You shouldn't be surprised, but still you thought he would've quit everything after what went down.

"Wow." You said, not meaning to actually say it out loud, but you couldn't help yourself.

"Ya gonna fuckin' arrest me for it?" Daryl snapped, glaring at you.

You just glared right back before turning and sitting on the foldout chair in the middle of the RV, resting the rifle over your lap. You were not in the mood to argue with Daryl, not after what you just found out about Carl and you knew you'd snap and say something you might regret if you spoke to him now.

Everyone eventually turned in for the night after Glenn and T-Dog drove to the farm, well everyone was asleep except for Carol, you could hear her quietly sobbing inside the RV, but there was nothing you could do to make things better for her.

Suddenly, the sound of someone climbing the ladder to the RV caught your attention and you glanced to the right just as Dale climbed up with a torch in his hand.

"You need sleep to. Go." He whispered, nodding over his shoulder towards the ladder.

But, you knew you wouldn't be able to sleep, so there was no point.

"Nah, I'm gonna head back out. Try search the area for Sophia again. Can I borrow your torch?" You asked quietly, not wanting to wake the others.

Dale nodded, although seemed a bit sceptical about you wandering alone out in the woods. But, didn't say anything as he handed you the torch and you gave him his rifle back before you made your way down the ladder.

You double checked that your handgun was in your holster along with your baton. The last thing you needed was to come across some walkers and not have anything to defend yourself with.

The others all had knives to kill the walkers, but your baton seemed to do the same job at smashing their heads and it was longer than a knife which meant you didn't have to get as close to the walkers which was good.

You turned the torch on and began to head towards the woods, your hand resting over your gun holster out of habit as you began to weave your way through the dense trees and forest floor. You had only been walking for a few minutes before you heard a twig snap from behind you.

Without hesitation, you spun around, drawing your handgun only to find Daryl walking towards you with his crossbow slung over his shoulder, but the second he saw your gun he froze and glared at you.

"Why are you following me?" You questioned in annoyed tone, holstering your gun as you continued walking.

"Ya ain't walkin' these woods alone."

Why the hell not? You used to be a cop, you used to walk the streets and search abandon buildings by yourself in the middle of the night, you could handle yourself just fine.

"Why do you care?" You asked, keeping your eyes to the front as you walked.

"I don't." Daryl muttered and you just shook your head.

The two of you continued to walk in dead silence as you lead the way, Daryl trailing a few steps behind.

You weren't entirely sure how much time had past as you walked in silence before Daryl started talking.

"Why didn't ya go to the farm where ya family is?"

"I can't do anything there. But, here... at least here I can look for Sophia. But, I can't do anything to help Carl, there is literally nothing I can and I-I need to do something even if it's looking for a little girl who's probably already gone." You answered truthfully.

You continued walking before you realised that you couldn't hear Daryl's footsteps anymore and glanced over your shoulder to find him no longer walking, just standing still and staring at you.

"Already gone? We just started looking for her." He said, staring at you with unreadable expression.

"After the first 24 hours of searching for a missing person, you're searching for their body, not them alive and breathing. That was before all of this, that was before the dead starting walking around. And Carl... there's no doctors anymore. When someone got shot they'd go to the hospital, there's no hospitals, there's no surgeons, there's nothing! What kind of chance does he have after being shot? What kind of chance does Sophia lost out here?"

"It ain't the mountains of Tibet. It's Georgia. She could be holed up in a farmhouse somewhere. People get lost and they survive. It happens all the time." Daryl said with a shrug.

"Not in my line of work. Plus, she's only like 12." You responded, looking away from Daryl.

"Hell, I was younger than her and I got lost. Nine days in the woods eating berries, wiping my ass with poison oak."

That caught your attention as you looked back over him. Surprised Daryl was talking about his past. Even when the two of you were together, he rarely spoke of his childhood. It was hard to get him to open up to you, so you were shocked that he was doing it now after everything that happened between the two of you.

"Who found you?" You asked curiously.

His father sure as hell wouldn't have went looking for him and if Daryl was younger than 12, then Merle was probably in his late teens and God knows what he was doing back in those years.

"My old man was off on a bender with some waitress. Merle was doing another stint in juvie. Didn't even know I was gone. I made my way back thought. Went straight into the kitchen and made myself a sandwich. No worse for wear. Except my ass itched something awful."

You couldn't stop the small chuckle that escaped your lips at the last part as you looked over at Daryl. You could've sworn that the corners of his lips twitch up in a slight as he looked at you, but it was gone in seconds.

"God, I hated your dad." You responded, shaking your head as you thought back to the few times you had bumped into Will Dixon when you first moved to town.

-

Then-

It had been nearly two weeks since you had hooked up with Daryl and he still hadn't called you.

After the first week, you had given up hoping he would call and started to focus on your new job.

Your new Sergeant was really nice and had appointed you as the leader of this new unit, which was a shock since you had never done this undercover stuff before, but you were thrilled about it. However, two of the other cops weren't too happy about it. Mike and Jason. They had been working undercover for nearly a year now, but the Sergeant chose you over them which was both good and bad for you because now those two cops hated you, but you figured they would get over it eventually.

You were walking down the main street, past the various stores trying to learn where everything was in this town. But, as you crossed the road, you spotted the familiar angel wings of Daryl's vest in front of you as he held a six pack of beer in his hands.

"Hey stranger." You called out.

Daryl suddenly stopped, turning around in and his expression quickly turned to guilt when he saw you.

"I was gonna call ya, but..." Daryl trailed off unable to finish his sentence as he looked down at the ground and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

"But what?"

"Wasn't sure if ya actually wanted to meet up again, figured ya were just being nice. Nobody wants to get involved with a Dixon." He mumbled, lifting his head slightly to look at you as you shook your head.

"I left you my number for a reason. You're different than most guys, I like that." You admitted as Daryl stared at you like you were speaking a foreign language. "Plus, you're sort of the only person in town that I know, kinda makes you my only friend."

Daryl chuckled shaking his head before he looked back over at you.

"That what we are? Friends?" He asked and you couldn't figure out what he meant by that as you shrugged your shoulders.

"We could be more than friends, but that's up for you to decide. I'll see you around, Dixon." You replied before you began to walk the other way.

"Wait. Why's it up to me to decide?"

You stopped and turned back towards him. "You're the one with my number. I don't have yours. Call me when you decide."

Daryl nodded before you turned around and began walking back to your house, but only managed to walk a few metres before your phone started to ring. Pulling it out your pocket, you looked down and frowned at the unrecognisable number.

"Hello, Y/N speaking." You answered, holding the phone to your ear.

"I've decided."

You couldn't stop the smile spreading across your lips, recognising that southern drawl anywhere. Slowly, you turned around to find Daryl standing where he had been moments earlier with his phone to his ear.

"What did you decide?" You asked through the phone, walking back towards him.

"Wanna come back to mine tonight? My brother's away for the next few days, so he won't be there to bother us either." He suggested causing the smile on your face to get even bigger, but just as you were about to respond Daryl's entire body suddenly tensed up as he stared at something behind you.

"'Bout time I ran into one of ya boys. Ya got my fuckin' money?" A male voice shouted from behind you.

You turned around to find an older man walking towards the two of you. His voice was slightly slurred and you had been around enough drunk people to know the signs and this was definitely one of them. But, you had never seen this old guy in your life, but he clearly knew Daryl.

"Don't owe ya any money. Let's go Y/N." Daryl responded, his voice stern.

You glanced back at him, but his attention was purely focused on the older man and you simply nodded.

Whatever was going on between them was absolutely none of your business and you were really starting to get bad vibes from this stranger.

"Bullshit. That motorcycle Merle stole when the two of ya moved out belonged to me. So, where the fuck is my money?"

Anger was rising in his voice as he took a step towards the two of you. Daryl instantly grabbed your arm, pulling you back behind him, away from the other man.

"Bike didn't even work 'til Merle 'n I fixed it. Ya want ya fuckin' money, get it from Merle." Daryl responded, his hand tightening around your arm slightly before he turned around, pulling you with him as you started to walk off.

"Don't forget what happened last time you 'n brother tried to screw me. I'll give ya more than just a beatin', son. Ya better give me that money or ya gonna regret it." The man threatened causing you to frown.

Son? Was this man Daryl's father?

"Ya ain't gonna do shit 'cause you're just a scared old man who's too afraid to go back to prison. Now, we're leaving." Daryl stated, glaring at his father.

You watched cautiously know that men like this were unpredictable, but to your relief his father just muttered something under his breath before he turned around and staggered off in the direction of the bar.

"Well, your dad seems lovely." You commented, breaking the silence once the older man disappeared behind a building as you turned towards Daryl realising his body was still tense as he stared at where his father last was. "Hey, you okay?"

You grabbed Daryl's shoulder to get his attention causing him to vividly flinch at your touch and you quickly let go.

"Sorry. Shit, sorry." He quickly apologised, shaking his head at himself as he turned to look at you for the first time and you frowned in confusion.

"There's nothing to apologise for and by the way, no offence, but your father is a piece of shit." You responded which got him to chuckle softly and you called that a win as you grabbed his hand and laced his fingers with yours. "How about we go back to your house and open up those beers?"

You nodded down at the six pack of beer still in Daryl's hand and he nodded. The tension easing from his shoulders as he squeezed your hand, giving you a small smile.

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Strawberry - Daryl Dixon

Request: Hi love! I adore your daryl dixon works and i was wondering if i would be able to request a scenario where you risk your life to save a baby that you found and daryl’s reaction (you still survive but it was a narrow escape) to your maternal instincts? 

A/N: I think I went a little off course with this one. To be fair, I tried it out three different ways and settled on this so hopefully it’s good. 

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The atmosphere at camp had taken a relatively negative turn after you’d gotten back from the run with Daryl. It didn’t help that you were injured, cuts so deep on your leg that if Daryl hadn’t vouched for them being caused by barbed wire you were sure Shane would’ve shot you on the spot, convinced you’d been bitten. Hershel had to stitch you up and you could hear Andrea bitching the entire time, voice carrying through the door, that this was all a liability. You, your recklessness, your injury, and, most importantly, the baby that you were holding on your lap for the entirety of Hershel’s work.  

A little girl without a name, she was wearing pink corduroy overalls with strawberries embroidered into them. The run, which should have been routine, had taken you and Daryl further into town. He’d been spending a lot of time looking for Sophia but when Glenn injured his ankle on a run, Rick nominated you and Daryl to head out in search of supplies.  

“When I told you to bring back whatever you could find,” Rick said, watching the baby skeptically, “I didn’t mean a baby.”

She was little more than five months old you guessed, trapped in a car seat in the back of an old Volkswagen that Glenn told you hadn’t been there when he passed through before. “Must’ve been other survivors, travelling through the area.” Everyone seemed to have an opinion on the baby and on your decision to save her, at great personal risk to yourself, but you tuned most of them out. Aside from situationally, most of these people weren’t ones you would ever actually spend time with and you didn’t care if the Andrea’s of the world passed judgement on your personal convictions.  

“How’s she doing?” The only one who had been surprisingly without criticism of your actions was the one person you had expected to admonish you for being reckless. Daryl sat down on the porch steps beside you, crossbow on his lap.  

You had seen the baby trying to outrun a hoard of walkers and get back to Daryl’s bike. She was inside the car, crying, and you had doubled back for her, nearly killing yourself when you caught your leg on a bundle of barbed wire from a downed fence. Daryl had cut it from your leg, part of your jeans ripping off with them as he pulled you and the baby to safety. He’d been the one to bandage you enough to get you back to the farm too, not a word to you the entire time.  

In all honesty, you were waiting for him to be angry. Maybe not yell because you hadn’t really experienced him yelling at you before, but certainly had heard him go at it with Shane a few times. And you expected something, at least a “yer stupid” but so far he hadn’t said anything.  

“Alright,” you shifted the baby in your arms and placed the empty bottle down between you and Daryl, “she finally ate.”

He nodded, glancing over at the baby as you laid her against your chest to burp her. “Yer good with her, ya got any experience with babies then?” He asked, more than you’d talked to him since Merle went missing, presumed dead. Probably more than you had spoken to him before that too.  

“I was the middle kid of nine,” you replied, “babies are pretty much part of my wiring. I always thought I’d have one.”

“Got one now.”

You laughed, maybe the first honest one since you’d wound up in Atlanta. Daryl wasn’t one to joke around and that, partially, had thrown you into the minor fit but, more over, he was right. As judgmental as Lori and Andrea and Shane wanted to be, this baby wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. None of them would as you to do that.  

“I guess I do.” You finally said, “I’m sorry for getting us all mixed up, by the way. I wasn’t trying to jeopardise your safety.”  

“I ain’t some heartless bastard, not gonna ask ya ta leave a kid ta die.” He replied.  

“Still, thought you’d have something to say about it. Everyone else seems to.”  

“Yeah well,” his hands worked to clean the crossbow and he paused his speech for a moment, full concentration on the weapon in his hands. He listened for any sign of footsteps or the possibility of somebody that might overhear the conversation. “Shane woulda just as soon shot ya both in the back.”  

“That’s true.”  

“Everybody’s losing that bit of ‘em...it’s good ya still got it.” He said quietly and you nodded because you understood what he was trying to say. The same thing that had him out there looking for Sophia had propelled you back to the car. And if he had seen the baby first he would’ve done the same thing.  

The baby made a quiet heaving noise before something akin to a giggle and you laid her on your thighs as you reached for the spit blanket that Maggie had given you. Daryl reached a hand over, steadying the baby she didn’t roll off your lap, the infant cooing at him and grabbing at his fingers.  

“I looked through her diaper bag,” you finally said, adjusting her again so she could sit up, facing her out to the yard and letting her look around at everything. She seemed transfixed with Daryl, reaching out for him and clapping her hands together when he gave her his hand back. “There’s no name or anything on it…not even on her tags.”  

“I ain’t good at naming things,” Daryl said, as if sensing that was why you’d brought it up. “Stray cat used to come in our yard ta eat and all I called him was kitty.”  

“Yeah…I’m gonna pass on naming her Baby.” You joked, “just figured since you were there when I found her.”  

“She’s all yours,” he replied hastily though he had set his crossbow aside to play with her. Not going so far as to take her off your lap but keeping her occupied, holding her attention.  

-

You pushed open the door to the jail cell, sliding the curtain out of the way as you slipped inside, surprised to see Daryl sitting on the bed in your tiny room, the baby on his lap. You had put her down for a nap only thirty minutes earlier, heading outside to check the snares with Rick and had come back in to make sure she was alright.

“Beth asked if I’d check on her,” Daryl said, not even looking away from her as you shut the curtain and pulled the chair over. “Said Judith was fussing.”

“Thanks, sorry I was out in the field...guess I shouldn’t be leaving her with everyone else if I’m the one who’s supposed to be taking care of her.” You joked. Lori was gone now but the admonishment had been from her. That if you so desperately wanted this baby around than you should be the one to care for her.  

“Ain’t just a job for one person.” Daryl replied, “she ain’t hard to take care of anyway.”

“That’s cause she likes you.” You observed. His cheeks flushed and he bowed his head, almost bashful at the thought and you just smiled like you hadn’t noticed his sudden behavior, turning your attention to the baby.  

-

“Frazier,” the little girl rocked back on her bottom, giggling when she met Daryl’s shins and tilting her head back to look up at him. Her knees and the palms of her hands were stained from the grass that she’d been tearing through.  

She smiled, rocking herself forward so that she could clumsily stand up, turning swiftly to face Daryl again as she reached her arms up for him. “Daddy!” The moniker was new, ever since Judith had started talking, calling Rick ‘dada’ when she saw him, Frazier had decided that she, too, required a dad. And, naturally, she had decided that it was Daryl.  

He shouldered the crossbow he was carrying and leaned down to scoop her up, doing his best to ignore the name. You’d suggested that maybe the term would die out as she got a little older but so far it was sticking and, while Daryl made like it bothered him, it didn’t really. Taking care of the baby, who you’d named from your mother’s side of the family, had seemingly brought the two of you closer. Or at least it had created a reason for Daryl to stay close to you. Looking out for the baby, as he always put it.  

“She’s been waiting all day for you.”  

Speak of the devil, he turned toward the house to see you coming out to greet them, still pulling a hoodie on to combat the chill that had settled into Alexandria. In the time between Hershel’s farm and now you had seen a lot of bloodshed, lost a lot of people. For a brief moment in time Daryl had been fairly positive he had lost the both of you too, but you had turned up in the woods outside of Terminus, Frazier right there with you.  

“Ya been keeping watch?” He asked, jostling her slightly and being rewarded when she giggled and nodded her head.  

“Yeah, no naps!”  

“Oh Lord,” he muttered, handing her off to you when you reached out for her.  

“Come on Frazier, let’s get some food?” You offered, carrying her towards the stairs. She twisted in your arms, reaching over your shoulder for Daryl as he followed behind you.  

For all the maternal instincts everyone always said that you had, you thought Daryl was just as protective and acutely aware of Frazier, and now Judith, as you were. He was just less obvious about it. Trying to pass it off as indifference when in actuality you had seen that side of him often and in excess.  

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This is Hell

Chapter 25: Season 3 Episode 9

Warnings: none

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Harper wakes up with Daryl’s arm over top of her. They had squished together into one of the beds of the cell. Harper opens her eyes and looks over at the makeshift bed that Judith was in. She assumed Rick had already left. Coos coming from the makeshift crib alerted Harper that Judy was awake. She gets Daryl’s arm off of her and climbs out of the bed, rubbing her eyes.

She walks over and bends down, getting Judith out. She rests her head on her shoulder and walks downstairs and out of the cell block. Merle was already up. She just ignores him as she starts to prepare water to warm to make Judith’s bottle. Merle watches her as she moves around.

“You stay with my brother last night?” He speaks up. Harper doesn’t answer, instead just continues what she is doing. “You could at least speak to me.”

“Why? I struggle to use my left hand and arm because of you. Probably have nerve damage.” She scoffs.

“Because you are fucking around with my little brother, that’s why.” He crosses his arms.

“He’s a perfectly capable adult. Sure as hell doesn’t need you to worry about what he is doing.” She mutters as she lets the water warm up.

“Okay. What about the girl? Alexis, right? She called Daryl dad. Does she really see him as a father?” He laughs.

“He’s been there for her. They have a good relationship.” She shrugs.

“He ain’t a settle down type, ya know?”

“I am aware.” Harper desperately was hoping the water would warm up faster.

“Then what makes you think he wants to have that kid look at him as a dad?” He walks over toward her. She clutches Judith closer to her.

“Because no matter what is happening with me and him, he is still there for her.” She answers while checking the water.

“I say he does that just to get in your pants.” Merle chuckles. Harper turns to him with a glare.

“Shut up, pig! Not everything is about sex you know!?” She snaps at him. He puts his hands up as he laughs at her reaction. She turns back and begins putting together Judith’s bottle.

“You have an attitude. I like it.”

“I don’t give a rat's ass what you like.” She scoffs. She pours the water into the bottle and mixes the formula before walking away and back into the cell block. Daryl was walking down the stairs. “Get some control over your damn brother.” She grumbles as she walks up the steps, passing him. She walks into her cell and sits on the bed with Judith as she begins to feed her. “There you go.” She whispers, staring down at her niece. Beth walks in the doorway and looks at them with a smile. Harper looks up at her and smiles back.

“I’ve always wanted kids.” Beth sits next to Harper.

“I was the same at your age. Now though, after losing Jill…” Harper shakes her head. “I am okay with just Judith, Carl and Alexis.”

“You would never have kids again?”

“Well, I am only getting older. And I have struggles with fertility that only doctors were able to help with. The chances of me having a kid again are slim.” Harper explains. “Plus, we don’t need any more kids at the moment.” Beth just nods.

“You want me to take over? You look exhausted.” She offers.

“I just was up late.”

“With Daryl?”

“We just talked a little.” Harper shrugs. “He fell asleep, but I had a lot on my mind.”

“Do you think you and him will be okay?” Beth asks as she watches Judith.

“We’ll have to see.”

***

Rick, Carl and Michonne got back safely. The next day Rick took Harper, Daryl and Hershel out to go meet the governor. Harper stays in the car with Hershel, keeping look out, while Daryl and Rick go check the place out. After a few minutes, Daryl heads back over.

“He’s already in there.” He says, talking about the governor. “Sat down with Rick.”

“I don’t see any cars.” Hershel looks around the area.

“It don’t feel right. Keep the car runnin’.” Daryl nods. Hershel looks at Harper and she just shrugs. A car begins approaching and Harper is quick to get out, aiming her gun in the direction of the car. Two men and Andrea climb out of the vehicle. One of the men she recognized. She keeps her gun aimed at his head as Andrea walks inside.

“Quit aiming that at me.” The guy spat at Harper.

“Why? You’re the one who put that rope around my neck, brought me out to watch Merle beat Daryl.” She growls.

“It was all at the governor’s request.” He leans back against the car.

“Put it down, Harper.” Hershel sighs. She looks at him, disbelief written on her face before she huffs and lowers her gun. She slams her door shut before walking around the front and pulling herself up on the hood of the car. It stays quiet for a couple of minutes, Daryl pacing the whole time.

“Maybe I should go inside.” Hershel looks over at the door.

“The governor has requested that Rick and him speak privately.” The other man, who was writing something down in a journal, says.

“Who even are you?” Harper leans back on her right hand, keeping her left in her lap.

“Milton Mamet.” He answers.

“Great, he brought his butler.” Daryl scoffs, causing Harper to try and hide a smile. The other guy chuckles.

“I’m his adviser.” Milton corrects.

“Advice on what?” Daryl grumbles.

“Planning, biters. I don’t need to don’t need to explain myself to the henchman.”

“Ya better watch your mouth, sunshine.” Daryl growls.

“Easy there, tiger. Back up.” Harper holds her hand up. “What’s your name then?” She motions her head toward the only guy who she didn’t know the name of. .

“Martinez. But what’s it to you sweetheart?”

“Don’t call her that.”

“Don’t call me that.” Daryl and Harper snap in sync then look at each other before looking away. Martinez laughs at this. Daryl scoffs, walking back over to the car. Not long after Andrea walks back out. Martinez walks to the door and shuts it behind her. It falls quiet outside. Daryl leans up against the side of the car.

“You know, there’s no reason we can’t take this time to explore the issues ourselves.” Milton finally speaks up.

“Boss said, sit tight and shut up.” Martinez huffs.

“Don’t ya mean the governor?” Daryl scoffs.

“It’s good that they are talking. We don’t want another battle.” Milton shrugs.

“That’s what you call a battle? Storming in, filling our yard with walkers and shooting up our home?” Harper glares at him.

“To be fair you guys did it first.” Martinez comments.

“Because you took three of us.”

“That was all Merle’s doing.” Marinez raises his hands.

“You should have let us go then.” Harper sits up straight and crosses her arms.

“Why would we do that?”

“You are just equally at fault.” Walkers growling in the distance stops the argument. Andrea and Harper follow Daryl and Martinez over there.

“After you.” Daryl looks at Martinez.

“No way. After you.” Martinez points at the walkers with his bat. Andrea scoffs and walks by them, stabbing one with her knife.

“Both of you just shut up.” Harper groans as she pulls her knife out and pins one of the walkers to the ground before stabbing it in the head. Daryl and Marrinez basically show off as they take down the other walkers. Andrea sighs and walks away. Harper gets up off the ground and places her hands on her hips as she watches. Daryl gets down by one of them and pulls out a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket.

“Look at what he’s got.” He pulls one out and puts it in his mouth before lighting it. He holds it out toward Martinez.

“I prefer menthols.”

“Douchebag.” Daryl grumbles. Harper takes the pack and takes one before handing the pack back. She walks away from the two men as she pulls her lighter out, lighting the end of the cigarette as she walks back to the others. She props herself back on top of the hood of the car as she smokes. Andrea walks over.

“What happened with you and Daryl?” Harper just shrugs in response.

“Not quite sure. We… built something. But we are so back and forth that it just keeps falling apart.” Harper sighs.

“Do you think you’ll be able to fix it?” Andrea leans against the car.

“I feel like everyone keeps asking about me and him. And in all honesty the more I think about it the more I just don’t know.” Harper sighs as she takes a hit from the cigarette before exhaling the smoke from her nose and mouth. After a bit Daryl and Martinez head back. It just goes quiet again. No talking, or communicating. Everyone kind of just sat with themselves until the governor came out, Rick following. Harper hopps off the hood of the car and everyone gets in their vehicles, leaving.

The ride is quiet on the way back. They pull up at the prison and get out of the car. Harper looks over at Daryl who was getting off his motorcycle. Harper sighs as they all head inside. Everyone gathers in the cell block to hear Rick inform them on what is happening.

“I met this governor. Sat with him. He wants the prison and wants us gone.” It falls silent. Harper looks over at Alexis who was looking down at the floor. “We’re going to war.” Rick speaks up before walking away. Harper sighs and looks over at Daryl who nods at Merle before he walks upstairs. Harper follows him up.

“We need to talk.” She grabs his attention. He turns to look at her, waiting for her to talk. “If something happens to me when this war breaks out-”

“Nothing is going to happen to ya.” He shakes his head.

“If something happens, and you are still alive, you need to take care of Lexi.” Harper finishes.

“I will, but nothing will happen to ya.” He mutters before walking away from her.

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a/n: My head has been everywhere with this teacher!Tom X teacher!OC idea. So don’t mind me as I do some random plot posting, including this cast of characters. May even post a sneak peek. Let me know if you’re interested in being tagged in this series once it begins!

Upstage series’ Cast of Characters

Tom Hiddleston played by himself. 40. HS British Literature teacher. Would love nothing more than to have the recently vacated Drama teaching position as a way of reigniting some passion to his life that has seemed to be lacking despite everything going well in his life.

Julie Harvey played by Kelly Reilly. 37. HS American Literature teacher. Always had her eye on the Drama position and will do anything to make sure it’s hers. After the death of her ailing father, she seeks the bottom of the bottle whenever she isn’t teaching just to carry on.

Benedict Cumberbatch played by himself. 45. HS World History teacher. Best friend to Tom and ultimately dragged him across the pond to join him in teaching in the States.

Andrea Moore played by Rachel McAdams. 38. HS Algebra teacher. Best only friend to Julie that has managed to see past the rough exterior more than anyone else.

Krystal Cameron played by Margot Robbie. 29. HS Art Studies teacher. Girlfriend to Tom for the past year and anxiously awaiting that ring.

Mark Anderson played by Tom Welling. 44. HS Economics teacher/ Head Football Coach. Content to keep up the “friends with benefits” deal with Julie, even if she prefers more benefits than friendship.

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Is That All I Am To You?

Summary: Thinking that her and Dean are exclusive, the Reader is proved wrong when Dean tells another hunter that they are only friends…

Warnings: The tiniest bit of fluff (and I seriously mean tiny). some serious ANGST. No happy ending. Arguing. Language. Crying. Lots of crying… 

Word Counts: 1,682

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Former Dean x Reader

PROMPT: Is that all I am to you?

A/N: This is for the @jawritter​ 1500 Follower Challenge - Jen’s Make Me Cry Challenge - here’s the masterlist to it. 

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Four years. Four years that I have known Dean Winchester. Two years that we have been dating. At first it started out as a friends with benefits thing, which I was completely fine with if it meant I could spend time with Dean. But then it started to get serious, he started to take me on dates. We’d go to restaurants - just me and him, go play crazy golf, go on walks, stuff that couples would do. 

A year down the line of the relationship, Dean gives me space in his room for clothes. Not that it really mattered if I had a drawer or not in his room considering my room was only down the hall. But most of the time I would sleep in his room, with his arms protectively wrapped around me as we slept. 

Even Sam believed we were dating, it felt like we were dating - like it was all real. But I was so wrong, that I didn’t even realise that everything Dean had ever promised me was a lie. I should have seen it coming. Like come on, it’s Dean freaking Winchester. The one who gets around with all the women, never settling down, never dating anyone because it would have the worst outcome. 

How couldn’t I have seen this? Why couldn’t I have stopped myself from falling for his charm years ago? I feel so naive and gullible. I know now that I can’t ever believe anything that man says. Ever again. 

I have to leave, I have to get out of here. 

5 Hours Earlier…

Meeting Sam at the bar, Dean and I walk in with his arm “possessively” wrapped around my waist, warding off any guys that would even think to get close to me. Sam sat in one of the corner booths of the bar far away from anyone. To everyone it looked like we were together, technically we were. 

Joining Sam at the table, I was sat next to Dean leaning my head on his shoulder while he had one of his arms wrapped around mine. It was so clear to everyone that we were more than just friends. The lingering touches, the featherlight kisses on the forehead. Even the way he looked at me suggested that there was more than friendship. For the first time in a long time, there were no girls even attempting to flirtatiously glance his way. They knew he was taken. They didn’t even try to come over to get his attention, they knew they wouldn’t get it. 

“Any new cases, Sammy?” Dean asked, as he grabbed onto one of the many beer bottles that was brought over to them, taking a large gulp of it. 

“Man, I’ve looked but nothing so far, a whole bunch of others have taken cases and there’s just nothing at the moment.”

“Do they need any help?” Dean asked, clearly needing something to keep him occupied but Sam quickly shook his head.

“I’ve already asked, but you know what hunters are like, they’ve got their own partners to help them and they don’t need three extra hunters. But I’ll keep looking for cases, I guess we can just take this time off that we never get round to having.” Sam explained, lifting his own beer to drink, his eyes scanning the bar before noticing someone staring at them. “Hey, we’re being watched.”

“What… by who?”

“Don’t know, I’ve never seen him before, he’s just intensely looking at us from the bar.” I turn around to see the man sitting at the bar. Once he see’s me looking at him, he smiles. Gasping I realise who it is. “Y/n, you know who that is?”

“Yeah… my ex.” Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, Dean slightly turns to see the guy who is staring at you. 

“Bad ending?” Sam asked with concern, his eyes shifting from you to your ex and then to Dean. 

“Not really. He’s not… a hunter. And it was a long time ago.” You started to explain to the boys. 

“Are you going to go over?” Dean asked, masking his emotions with a straight face.

“Should I?” Looking up at him, trying to get a read on him but failing miserably. 

Gulping, Dean looked from you to your ex before looking back at you. “Y/n, he’s clearly here to see you. You should go over there.”

“But I’m here with you guys… It’s fine, really. I’m with you. I have no reason to see him. It didn’t end well last time I saw him, which was when we broke up.”

“Did he know about the hunting life?” 

“Yeah, that’s the main reason we broke it off.” I lie easily, not really wanting to explain my past.

“Maybe he’s trying to get you back, maybe he’s ok with you being a hunter.”

“Dean! I’m with you, I don’t need to go back with my ex… I’m already taken.” 

“Yeah but we’re not really together, together…” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You raise your voice slightly, hoping this isn’t where it’s really going.

“Dean, st-“ Sam started to say before Dean interrupted him. 

“We’re only friends with benefits.”

“So, what two years of being together - friends with benefits or not, and not once id you think that with all your actions showed that this was more than friends with benefits. You don’t take a friend with benefits on dates. Let me guess in all of this whole ‘friends with benefits’ thing, you’ve been seeing other people haven’t you?” 

“Y/n…I’m sorry that you thought there was more to this-“

“No. What you did was lead me on. I’m going back to the bunker.” Getting up from my seat, I quickly grab my stuff before heading out towards the door. My ex immediately heading towards me, and I couldn’t even stop the eye roll from forming. 

“Hey, Y/n. It’s been a while.” He stops in front of me, blocking me from the exit and now i’m suddenly remembering why we broke up in the first place. Anyone would think that we broke up because I was in the hunting life and he was not, something normal. But no, this cheating bastard thinks he has the audacity to think we will pick things up where it was left.

“Yeah, I guess. How’s Amanda?” 

“Andrea, was her name.”

“OH right, that so silly of me to get the name mixed up of the girl you threw me away for.” I said bitterly, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Y/n, at the time we weren’t really together.” You could just feel like your brain wanted to explode at that very second, what was with men and not telling you what the relationship status was. Was it that hard to talk for them to talk to me? And why did I have such bad luck with men!?

“Yeah, I remember, I remember you so clearly saying that as you were banging that chick in our bedroom of the house we brought together!” 

“Y/n…” He started to say grabbing my arm slightly to pull me towards him, before I so rudely pushed it away. “Don’t be like this. Remember all the fun we had together.”

“No. I don’t. Now if you excuse me, I have to leave. I’ve dealt with dickheads all evening.” 

“Hey, don’t go. Come on, catch up with me.”

“No. I’m not going down that path again. What happened between me and you is now over. It’s been over for years.” Clearly not getting the message, he pulls me roughly towards him, before I kick him in the balls. I didn’t even realise one of the Winchester boys were behind me before Sam pulled me back away from my dick of an ex-boyfriend.

“Hey, she clearly said no. So leave her alone.” Sam defended, a glare placed on his face, I turned slightly to see where Dean was but seeing him at the other end of the bar chatting up a chick just made my blood boil. Here I was clearly struggling to get rid of my ex and he’s over there throwing what little we had left away like trash. From this moment I knew it was over. I knew we would never be together. And I knew I had to leave for good. No more would I fall for men like him. 

I could feel my eyes tearing up, blinking rapidly to hold them back from falling. My ex now left the area of the bar as Sam watched me with concern. “I’m going back to the bunker.”

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“No, I’ll be fine. I’m just going to get some sleep.” 

“Ok…just call me to let me know you got back ok.”

“Of course.” Lying through my teeth as I give Sam a quick hug. With him never realising that this would be the last time he would see me. I leave the bar quickly heading back to place which will no longer be my home. 

After 5 hours I had packed my things, grabbed anything and everything I had in Dean’s room and my old room to put into my car. My old car was sitting in the garage, where it had been left since the day I moved in here. I never really needed it when I had moved in, I couldn’t help the tears that fell down my face as I realise how much I will miss this place. The memories that I thought were good now turned to ash and dust. 

I will move on from Dean Winchester. Sitting behind the wheel just made it all too real as Dean will never know how much I loved him but I have to leave, I can’t stay here knowing that he will never fully be with me not after everything that I now know. He’ll never know what he truly missed out on, holding a hand to my flat stomach, the life that was slowly growing inside of me. Dean will never know that he would have a child. Because he will never find me. Not ever again.

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[wanna-do-bad-things]

Command and Obey.

Word count: 4113 Warnings: Oral (male and female), restraints, throat grabbing, edging, dirty talk, use of toys, public teasing, Daddy!kink, unprotected sex.  A/N: this is a continuation of Be Told Twice, though it doesn’t have to be read to understand this! Not BETA’d so all errors are my own. 

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“Why don’t you open your mouth, suck on this for a little bit while I...” he trails his fingers up your inner thigh and brush them over your clothed core. “get you nice and wet and if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you cum and ride my cock. How about that?”

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His words had been true, just like you knew they would be. Henry didn’t lie when it came to something like this. He rarely lied at all but especially not about something like this. 

You’d sucked the small vibrating egg between your lips as his hands had made quick work of your clothing, stripping you down to just your underwear. His fingertips had stroked over your covered folds, parting them through the fabric of your panties. He’d quickly located your clit, the swelling of it at the top of your slit was too much for him to ignore and his middle finger alone had started an assault against it with such speed all you could do was grip his biceps so hard that thin crescents were imprinted within his skin. 

You’d reached your orgasm quickly, your thighs trembling and your knees almost giving out. Had he not caught you, you’d have fallen to your knees without intentionally doing so.

Henry had lowered to his own, pulling your underwear down your thighs and pooled them at your feet. Your wetness had coated your inner thighs, the smell of you brought him to kiss and nip at your skin, press his mouth to your damp lips and force his tongue between them - licking away at everything he’d just caused. 

He’d cleaned you up using only his mouth, before reaching up and holding out his palm to you without stopping the new waves of pleasure which rippled through you by that skilful tongue. Obediently spitting the egg out, it had plopped onto his waiting hand and you’d felt the smooth curve of the egg at the entrance to your core and the pressure of it as he began to push it inside. 

Once inserted, he’d driven you to the edge. Made you call his name over and over as the toy was switched on, stimulating you from the inside while he continued to lap at you externally. And each time you’d almost reached your second orgasm, he’d stop, wait for it to drain away and he’d start again. 

You were eventually given your second orgasm, but not until he was ready and not before you were begging. 

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“Are you sure you’re okay? I could get you a glass of water?” You can’t remember her name, but she has a friendly face and her perfume, a flowery musk scent, is far too overpowering. Had your attention been elsewhere, you may have considered taking a step or two away from her, just to be able to breathe. 

“I’d love a glass actually,” you reply, realising this may be your opportunity to gulp down a few moments of unpolluted air. Your skin was starting to heat, your heart rate was speeding up, your muscles were tightening and you were struggling to put together a sentence that wasn’t please just let me cum.

For three hours he’s been doing this. For him, you assume this is amusing. Watching you squirm under his touch. Henry may be cruel tonight, but he wasn’t cruel enough to turn the settings up full. He kept them low, as a warning, occasionally ramping it up when it was just the two of you. You’d be forced to keep the smile on your face, your teeth clamping down against one another as you do so as he would ask you a question, knowing perfectly well you couldn’t answer as the vibrator sent stunning pulses throughout your pussy. 

You’d felt your eyes grow heavier, unable to focus and you’d wanted to bend slightly, reach for him and let out of a series of low pants as you worked your way through the stream of vibrations, but as the two of you are in a crowded room, you’d been forced to keep it together and appear as though Henry wasn’t edging the fuck out of you. 

Only minutes ago whilst up on stage to present an award, you’d watched as his hand had slipped into his pocket and you knew what was coming; and sadly it wasn’t you. The vibrations had turned on and you’d been forced to stand and attempt to keep a straight face for the duration of his speech. His eyes had locked with yours throughout it and it wasn’t until you’d made a noise, bringing the attention of the woman beside you, that you realised you were losing control.

Henry noticed, without breaking his presenting stride, and switched it off flawlessly without the crowd being any wiser of his quick in pocket turning off the vibrator trick. You’d tried to brush off your reaction to having a bit of heartburn, but she’d insisted on looking after you. 

“He’s quite the man, your Henry.” She comments as she hands you the glass. 

“He is.” You find yourself agreeing. Had he not decided to play this shitty game, you may have said it with a little more enthusiasm and a little more kindness. 

“I’ve wanted to see him settle down now for quite some time. The way he watches you tonight, it’s as though there’s never been another woman in his life. That you’re the one for him.” You’re tempted to ask her how long she’s known him to be making such statements but before you can, he’s making his way back over to your table. One hand is tucked into the pocket of his trousers, those beautiful fingers of his no doubt wrapped around the controller. 

He smiles as he passes other tables; making a show as he shakes the hand of some of the men who stand to greet him. You watch as he leans forward, his free hand pats them on the back of their shoulder as they exchange pleasantry jokes before he moves on again. He has the attention of the room and it’s clear to see why. 

“Andrea,” Henry beams as he comes into earshot. 

“Henry,” the woman beside you replies, a broad smile stretches her painted pink lips. She’s on her feet before he’s within reach, smoothing down her dress before she reaches an arm out, wrapping it over his shoulder as she stands on her tiptoes to pull him into a brief hug. “I was just telling your lady friend here that I’ve wanted you to settle down for many years now.”

“And here we are.” He gives her a closed-lip smile, but the warmth remains. “You’ll be very pleased to know I’m incredibly happy with my girlfriend,” he corrects her, “and I don’t plan to let go of her any time soon.”

“That is wonderful to hear.” She gives his hand a squeeze. “You absolutely deserve all the happiness.”

“Do you mind if I steal her away for a moment or two? I’ve spotted the two of you speaking and I’d hate to interrupt.”

“Not at all,” she gestures for the two of you to slip away, but not before she places the water into your hand. “For her heartburn.” She explains to him. 

“Heartburn hmm?” He asks as you move away from her.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Ahh yes, she does like to fuss.” He says in a quiet voice as he leads you from the busy room. “Though you are looking beautifully flushed tonight,” he says, tucking a loose lock of hair behind your ear. 

“I can’t imagine why,” you resist the urge to lean into his touch, even though you’d love to feel the brush of his knuckles over your cheek, the swipe of his thumb over your lips. 

“You make it very difficult for me to not want to just take you home right now. Especially knowing what’s under this dress,” his fingers slowly trail up the sides of your dress, feeling where your stockings and suspenders are, attaching to the lace bodysuit that he’d bought you for your anniversary several months back. You enjoyed arriving on set, wearing nothing more than a flashers mack, heels, stockings and this very bodysuit. His hands had traced the soft black chantilly lace, marvelled at the way it had covered your body like a second skin before having his wicked way with you. When he was in that mood, your polite mild-mannered Henry didn’t give a shit who heard as he fucked you into next year. 

“I can’t say the thought hadn’t crossed my mind.” You remain where you stand, not allowing your hands to wander as you’d want. Throughout the evening, you’ve tenderly stroked his face, cupped his jaw as he leant in for the lightest of kisses and fixed his tie, you’ve managed to keep them to yourself. Though right now, your gaze is drawn to the thick outline of his swelling cock and you want nothing more than to stroke him until he’s fully hard and leave lipstick marks upon the silky skin of his shaft. “You better hope that tonight passes quickly.”

“Princess, I know you’re not telling me what to do after everything tonight.”

“And if I am?”

He grins down at you, “I hope you are.”

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“Hmmm, what to do with you?” Henry asks in a quiet voice the moment the two of you are home. Both of you behaved for the rest of the evening. He didn’t abuse the controller, though he had made a gesture once or twice when you’d ignored him. The barely there seconds which he’d switched it on, sending low pulses throughout your cunt had been both divine and a warning. Your attention had once more pulled to him and he was happy once more. 

The journey home was pleasant, small talk in front of the driver about the evening, the conversations the two of you had indulged in and though you had suspicions about what was to come, it was perfectly lighthearted. Certainly a calm before the storm, and when in this mood given his words earlier, it doesn’t rain, it pours. 

Henry locks the door behind you both, shrugging out of his jacket and unties his shoes as you walk towards the kitchen. 

“What to drink? Red? Champagne?” You call out as your finger traces over the bottles. 

“Red.” He replies, his voice much closer than you’d anticipated and you jump a little. His footsteps are now beside you, his back is to you and through his shirt, you can see the way his muscles knit together as he reaches for two glasses. 

You take them, choosing to take this moment to observe the way his shirt tightens as his muscles flex beneath the fabric as he selects a wine, pulls the cork from the bottle, and requests a glass back and pours a more than healthy amount before handing it back to you.

“Excellent choice.” You tip your glass towards him in a silent toast and he does the same once his own glass is full. After taking a sip, he places the glass upon the countertop and moves, standing with his feet on either side of yours, his hands grasp the edging of the counter as he stares down at you. 

You can smell his aftershave, musky, amber and something else, almost pine like, as it fills your nostrils. “You’ve got some making up to me.” He tells you. 

“Me? Make it up to you?” You want to scoff and it shows in your tone. “After what you pulled tonight?”

His movements are fluid, ridiculously so as the knuckles of one hand stroke up your neck and his wrist flicks, turning his hand so that his palm covers your throat, his fingers applying the right pressure to stop your movements. 

“Keep talking, and your words won’t be the only thing you’ll be choking on.”

You don’t notice the other hand moving but he must have done so because you feel the low setting of the vibrator kick in once more. He waits for you to say anything, and when you remain quiet, he turns it up another notch.

“Good girl,” he whispers as his lips ghost your own. When you remain quiet, he nips at your bottom lip, sucking it between his teeth and nibbles on it. His tongue swipes over where he’s bitten down, alternating between sucking your lip and nibbling on it, drawing a long moan from you before he kisses you properly. His kisses are urgent, deep and demanding. His lips prise open yours, his tongue enters your mouth and claims it. 

His hand keeps you from moving, though you’re desperate to grind yourself against him. You could of course try and maneuver your lower body, try to capture his thigh between yours and grind against it. You’ve rode his thigh before, dug your nails into his shoulder as he’d watched you rocking your hips back and forth, your clit pressing against his muscular thigh until you’d climaxed and shit, did you want to come now. Fuck did you need to.

Henry breaks the kiss, though his lips barely leave your skin as he trails them down your neck, sucking small barely there love bites gently on any skin he can reach along the way until he reaches the curve of your dress at your breasts. His fingers reach behind you, tugging down the zip. His lips leave your skin as he steps back, pulling you forward by your throat to pull the zip fully down before stripping the dress from you. 

His fingertips trace over the center of your panties, a smirk appears as he feels just how soaked your underwear is. 

“I’m going to need to feel that mouth of yours.” You’re pushed to your knees as the vibrations continue, feeling a little more intense as you kneel before him, your thighs clamped together and your pussy tight. It keeps your body on edge, it keeps you in check, it keeps you wanting and needing more. You lean forward, your hand running his length until they reach the zipper, working the button of his trousers and pull his erection free, stroking him from base to tip. It’s now you realise why he’s keeping the vibrator on and not using it intermittently like before - it’s driving you crazy and you move from side to side, rubbing your thighs together with frustration. Sinking your lips down over the first few inches, you whine around him as the shift in your position has the egg pressing against your g-spot and you palm the inches which you can’t fit in your mouth. 

Locking eyes with him as your lips sink repeatedly over the velvety head, you move your hand lower each time as another inch of him works its way into your hot mouth. There’s a tug at the corner of his lips as he leans back, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows and watches you take a little too much before you’re fully ready. 

Bastard.

His smile spreads further as you choke, your gag reflex kicks in, tears begin to spill down your cheeks as you close your eyes and your throat muscles tense around him but you persevere and he finally lodges himself within your throat.

“Mmm,” he hums, “I love it when you take it all.”

Henry’s hands lace through your hair as you drag your lips back up to the head and you circle the tip with your tongue, gulping in as much air as you possibly can before enveloping his dick into your mouth once. Once he knows you’re comfortable, he rocks his hips back and forth, fucking your mouth exactly as he wishes, occasionally pushing all the way in until your throat bulges with it. Despite the controlled persona he tries to maintain, you can feel himself beginning to lose it. 

“Upstairs,” Henry hisses, tugging on your hair and pulling you from his erection, a long thin trail of spit dangles from the tip to your lips. “Now.”

You’re yanked to your feet and your ass is given a slap as you’re urged forward, heels clicking on the flooring as you make your way to the bedroom, noticing the way he stops the vibrations, leaving you unsure if you’re relieved or disappointed. You’re barely inside when you feel Henry’s lips at your neck, his hands stroking their way along your skin before slipping over, feeling the soft skin of your inner thigh. Your pussy clenches, needing to feel his touch there finally.

“I want to give you everything you want. Everything you need.” He whispers against your skin, nipping at your sensitive spots just under your ear. “But I’m going to need you out of this. Leave the stockings and shoes on.” He instructs and you move, undressing yourself not too slow but enough to have his interest completely as you pull the soft material from your body and step out of it. “You’re being a good girl. Why is that?” He asks as he unbuttons his shirt and begins to undress. 

You’ve answered previously on another occasion, only to be told you were demanding and wouldn’t be getting what you wanted. He’d edged you for several days, touches here and there, his fingers deep inside your core, bringing you to the most beautiful orgasm before stopping just as you get there, just as you can begin to feel your juices soaking his knuckles as you almost climax. No, you know better than to risk this again.

“I asked you a question,” he says and places both hands on your shoulders, turning you around and presses his palms to you, pushing you back against the bed. 

“I’ll take what you wish to give me.”

“What happened to me owing you? What happened to that smart mouth of yours?” He asks as he pushes open your thighs and rests his hands on either side of your ribcage. His erection presses against your soaked core and it takes everything within you not to lift up and grind against it. 

“I’ve learnt my place again.”

“How did you manage that?” He asks, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip, only to clench his jaw as you circle your tongue over it and suck it between your lips. “That’s teasing, not learning to control your bratty mouth.” He tells you, pulling his thumb from you and climbing from the bed. You know where he’s going before he’s reached it and you bite your tongue in an attempt to muffle any groan that may sound. 

It’s fair to say that your small box of goodies has grown and Henry ensures each new purchase is fully tested and categorized. Foreplay, for solo, for the both of them and during. Restraints, in many variations had seemed like a good idea until you found yourself within them. Henry drops his chosen pieces onto the bed beside you, along with the vibrator remote and gives you a stern look. 

“Hands,” he demands and you hold them out, wrists already together before he can ask for that too. His eyebrow raises ever so slightly, barely there but you catch it and you know you’ve pleased him by doing so. The restraints bite at your skin; a combination of a heat and stinging sensation but you remain quiet. He re-positions himself, his lips closing over your nipple and tongues it to a hardened peak as his finger and thumb pinch and tug at the other. You hadn’t felt him move to touch the controller, but the vibrations quickly start up again, ranging from the lowest to a mid setting within ten seconds. Your legs extend, your toes curl within your shoes and your back arches, pressing your tits closer to his face as you cry out his name as your orgasm takes shape once more. 

The embers within your belly from earlier ignite once more, heat spreads throughout you as he tongues at your other nipple; the light stubble of his jaw scrapes over your skin and you can’t hold back the whimper that forms in your throat as he pulls his kisses south, his tongue swiping your folds apart and tastes you for the first time this evening. His lips close over your swollen clit. He licks, swirls the tip of his tongue over the sensitive nub, flicks at it mercilessly until you shake, reaching an orgasm with such intensity that as it rolls into a second one almost instantly. He slips two fingers within you and pulls  the egg out with ease. 

The buzzing quietens as he switches it off and runs his hands up and down your outer thighs until they reach your ankles. He lifts your leg, placing one at his shoulder and raises your knee of the other leg until it presses against his chest as he kneels before you, tugging down his boxer shorts and palms his cock. Pre-cum drips from the slit and the way your chest rises and falls at the sight of it, doesn’t go unnoticed. 

“Want Daddy’s dick?”

“Yes,” you pant pathetically before him. 

“Yes what?”

“I need your dick, Daddy.”

“Want me to taste me?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“You should be so lucky. Say it again, do you want my cock?” he demands as he runs the head of his cock along your slit, from your soaked entrance up to your clit and back down again.

“Need your di-” you’re unable to finish your sentence as he pushes inside, bottoming out and begins thrusting without giving you a moment to adjust to his size. Your swollen walls suck him within you until his balls slap against your ass. He feels as deep as you feel tight in this angle. Every drag of his length within you feels blissful as he stretches you open completely.

The more you mewl and whine, the more he fucks you harder until his name drips from your tongue like your cunt drips with wetness. Your gaze switches from watching Henry’s face, admiring the way he bites his lip as he stares transfixed on his cock entering you, reveling in the sight of it as well as the sensation of entering your tight hole and dropping your gaze to watch the very same thing. 

Henry was by no means small, he was both perfectly long and thick. The first time you’d felt him, you’d hoped it was smaller than it felt. Seeing it had your panties drenched, your pussy throbbing and your heart racing wondering how you’d remain in one piece. Seeing him enter you so easily, his large size dominating your smallness in comparison is incredible. Your breathing is shaky, it catches in your throat as his pace picks up. Your body rocks with his, your tits bounce with every hard thrust and for the first time, it’s what grabs his attention from the way he pounds into you. 

He lowers your legs and your back arches instinctively, lifting your chest upwards and groan as he closes his mouth around your pebbled nipple and alternates between nibbling and sucking. It’s exactly what you need, driving you lift your hand and suck two fingers into your mouth. Once completely slick with wetness, you push your hand between your bodies and play with your clit once more. 

“Harder, fuck me harder.” You moan as your fingers quickly match the pace which he takes you. You last, minutes or seconds? You’re not sure anymore. One wave of pleasure is barely finishing when another begins to lick. “Yes, yes, yes,” you repeat, his name quickly following as a mantra as your climax spurts around him. Your pussy throbs, sucking him in deeper. He barely pulls out before he’s pushing back in and this is what he needs to reach his own which follows quickly, his hips coming to a halt, balls pressed against your ass and every inch he has to offer is inside of you as thick ropes of cum paint your core. 

Lifting ever so slightly, Henry captures your lips. His kisses are soft and tender, a total contrast to the hate fuck he’s just given you. You reach up and grip his hair, holding him close to you as you kiss him back. He adjusts his body weight and you feel him slowly begin to pull out. Leaning on one forearm, you feel a brief sensation at your opening but it’s gone just as quickly as you feel it. He breaks the kiss, only for his fingers to take its place as he smears your lips with a wetness.

“You wanted a taste, now open up.”

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[shallow-seas-we-sail]

£ (A Girls Night Out on the Town)

Alex taps the center of the table, “Okay, call it. Fifty bucks in the pot. Shot glass in five. Lets go.”

“The barstool in ten.” Sam grins and smacks her money into the center of the table. Nia rolls her eyes over the glass of her fruity concoction before setting it down and turning in her stool to rummage through her purse, “Shattered cue ball in fifteen.”

Alex lifts her chin towards Kelly, “What do you think?”

Kelly shifts in her seat, and absently picks at the label of her beer bottle, “I think this is a bad idea.” 

“Boo, okay mom.” Sam deadpans into the top of her bottle before taking a sip. Alex snorts as she throws back a shot, the tequila nearly burning its way out of her nose.

Kelly drums her fingers impatiently on top of the table before reaching into her jacket pocket, “Fifty on the table in..,” she pulls her lip between her teeth and narrows her eyes towards the bar where Kara is waving down the bartender, “eighteen.”

“Why do you always pick such a weird number?” Nia asks, poking at the small umbrella sticking out of her drink, “This isn’t the Price Is Right.”

“Isn’t it though?” Kelly retorts with a sideways smile as she slides the bill across the table.

“Alright, you’re last, Luthor.” Alex jabs Lena with a playful elbow, “Main event. Whatcha got?”

Lena presses a single finger to her lips thoughtfully and her eyes flit over to Kara, who looks confused as to how to precariously balance the six drinks the bartender has placed down in front of her. 

“The jukebox is getting fried tonight in twenty.” Lena says ruefully as she opens her wallet and lays a crisp bill down. Alex smiles, and pokes a shot glass across the table towards Lena that she waves off, “I hate tequila.”

Alex gives a knowing look, but doesn’t stop the forward momentum of the glass until it is bumping against Lena’s knuckles, “Come on...”

Lena licks her lips, and plucks her wine glass up, giving a tight smile towards the older Danvers sister, “Fine, but this is,” she taps the side of the shot glass, “contingency. plan. only.”

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Alex scrunches her face up, a little drunk and a little excited as she reaches into the center of the table, collecting the money in a scramble and shoving it into her pocket, “Okay. okay, okay, okay, here she comes. Shh.”

“You are literally the only one talking.” Nia says, flicking a rogue pretzel across the table towards Alex.

“Talkin’bout what?” Kara asks, carefully setting down the drinks and glancing around the table.

Alex freezes for a moment, a tight smile plastered across her face and narrows her eyes, “Uh...”

“My semester abroad.” Lena finally interjects.

Sam’s eyes widen, a devious smirk pinching at the corner of her lips, “Oh?”

Lena glances towards Sam, giving a subtle wink as Kara takes the seat beside her, “Play along.” she mumbles half-heartedly out of the side of her mouth.

Sam’s eyes narrow for a moment as she weighs her options. If Lena is giving her the green light to improvise, she is going to take it and run. Decision made, she gives an emphatic nod, “Right. You semester abroad in..”

“London.” Lena finishes.

Sam snaps her fingers and pushes lightly against her friends shoulder, “Of course. London.” 

Sam is sure that was a semester she visited, but can’t quite remember. She does distinctly remember the apartment Lena had sublet above a bar and the fish and chips smell that clung to everything. That doesn’t mean that she can’t work with this tiny sliver of information. She is also in a wicked dry spell in their betting pool, so, whatever it takes to get a barstool shattered, she is ready to take on. She needs to poke Kara juuuust enough, and honestly, it won’t take much, and Sam is teetering on the sort of drunk that she will absolutely use to her advantage to bend the rules in her favor. 

Kara takes a sip of her drink, the strong taste burning in the back of her throat and winces as she lowers her glass, “I didn’t know you did a semester abroad.”

Nia’s face screws up in bewilderment as she looks between Sam and Lena, “What the fuc-? OW.” she snaps towards Alex, who is digging the point of her boot into her shin beneath the table.

“Are you okay?” Kara perks up.

“Yeah, just a little bitch.” Nia says curtly, cutting her eyes at Alex.

“Hmm?” Kara hums, half paying attention as she leans back and stretches her arm out so it rests on the back of Lena’s chair. She barely contains her smile when Lena gives an assuring shoulder shimmy, and pushes in closer, settling into the crook of her arm.

“Itch. Just a little itch.” Nia laughs mirthlessly, bending forward, and swatting at Alex’s foot under the table, “It’s fine.”

“So,” Kelly intervenes, resting her hand on her girlfriend’s thigh and giving a tighter-than-warranted squeeze, “how did you like London?”

“It was beautiful. I enjoyed the autonomy of being out there and exploring a new place on my  own,” Lena says wistfully, “especially becau-..”

“Because I was there.” Sam finishes, her head falling forward and sucking in a breath as she slams her shot glass down on the table, “Visiting and pulling the stick out of this one’s ass and dragging her out all over the city.”

Sam grins, Oh yeah, it’s all coming back to her now. 

Lena’s distant, nostalgic look shifts into something more dumbfounded and with a pinch of horror as she turns her head slowly towards her friend.

“Don’t you dare.” she warns.

Sam wiggles her eyebrows and gives a faux pout towards her friend as she leans in conspiratorially and whispers, “Playing along remember?”

“I thought you went to school with Andrea?” Kara asks, absently twirling the stirrer in her glass.

“I did. Sam visited, usually around finals to cause trouble.” Lena says, side-eyeing her friend.

Sam waves off the comment, even if it is true, “No. I came to loosen you up because you were, and continue to be, a nerd.” she mocks in a low tone, “Plus you were literally living off of Wispa bars and black coffee. I was doing you a favor.”

Kara smiles and leans in, and goosebumps begin to prick up on Lena’s arm as warm puffs of breath pass over her ear, “Oh, so that’s what you keep stowed away in your desk drawer.”

Kelly turns over her hand, ignoring how insufferable those two are, and glances at her watch, “Three minutes. You’re about to be out.” she whispers out the side of her mouth to her girlfriend.

“Like hell I am.” mumbles Alex, shooting her hand up and snapping her fingers. She presses her beer bottle to her lips, finishing the last of the amber liquid as a waiter approaches the table, “Six shots. I don’t care. Anything.”

The waiter gives a tight smile and nods as she heads back towards the bar. Alex drums her fingers impatiently against the table as she tries to peer around the throngs of people crowding the bar and glances down to her watch.

“You think showing up to my flat in the middle of finals and dragging me out to every bar so you could find someone and get laid was a favor?” Lena asks incredulously. 

“Come on, come on.” Alex pleads, biting her lip, and gives a small fist pump when the waiter returns, “Thaankk you,” she sing-songs as she picks up the glasses from the waiter’s tray and passes them around table.

“Pffft, that flat was a glorified closet at best,” Sam says, lifting her shot glass. Lena scrunches up her nose and makes a face, “and secondly, I wasn’t the only one getting laid.”

Kara stiffens and her hand tightens around the shot glass as she raises it. Alex is so, so sure she hears it crack.

“What are we cheers’ing to?” Kelly asks, picking up her glass, and studying reddish liquid, “And what is this?”

Nia lifts her glass to her nose and grimaces, “Oh, that’s a Washington Apple,” and she wafts the offending odor away from her face.

“Okay, okay. To Lena’s semester abroad.” Alex chortles and raises her glass.

“To Lena’s semester abroad!” the other women echo, except Sam, whose eyes stay fixed on Lena as she raises her own glass.

It is too easy, honestly.

“To Pound Town.” Sam crows and throws back her head, the drink easily sliding down her throat.

Lena nearly chokes as she swallows, and quickly Kara’s hand is on her back, shot forgotten on the table and eyes wide with worry, “Are you okay?”

Nia licks her lips and shakes her head, trying to loosen the disgusting taste in her mouth, “What did you just say?”

“I-.. I’m fine.” Lena waves a hand and presses it against her chest, sucking in a breath.

Alex clenches her jaw and reaches across the table, snatching Kara’s drink and begrudgingly finishing it, “Damnit.”

“Sorry, babe.” Kelly consoles, rubbing her girlfriend’s shoulder.

Alex sits motionless for a moment before snapping her head up and staring at Sam, “Did you just say ‘pound town’?”

Nia nods in agreement as she sips on her drink, trying to get the bitter taste of cranberry and whiskey out of her mouth, “Yeah, what the hell is that?”

Sam leans back in her chair and brings her arm around Lena’s shoulders, squeezing and pulling her in close to her side and out of Kara’s loose embrace.

Kelly sucks in a breath and glances down to the table, eyes wide by the sheer audacity of Sam. While Alex audibly scoffs at the power move. Nia sways in her seat, and points an accusatory finger in Sam’s direction.

“I see your angle. Rein in it, why dont’cha?” she laughs, drunk and proud of her wordplay, and raises her hand for a high five. When no one at the table moves, she lowers her arm and rolls her eyes “Whatever,” she mumbles, poking at her umbrella again. 

Kara looks over to the growing space between herself and Lena and leans forward slowly, her eyes fixed on Sam and set to kill.

“Pound town,” Sam twirls a finger into Lena’s ponytail, her tongue peeking out between her lips as she glances at Kara, “We used to go there all the time.”

And this must be what death feels like, calmly and cold, settling into her palms, its icy grip moving its way up her back. And Lena is going to welcome it right here and now. Just to die and be dead and cease to exist. Lena closes her eyes, ready to welcome oblivion. She should have known better than to give Sam an inch. Because if she gives Sam an inch she takes a whole goddamn marathon mile.

Alex lifts a single finger and motions between Sam and Lena from across the table, “You two used to...” her eyes wide and expectant, but mostly pleading for her question not to have an answer. Not for her sake, but for Sam’s.

“Go to Pound Town?” Sam finishes as she lifts up her beer bottle and takes a sip, “almost every night.”

“Stop saying ‘pound town’.” Kara pleads and squeezes her eyes shut as she pinches the bridge of her nose.

“Pound City, then.” Sam quips, and waves her hand in a flourish as her other dips down into the collar of Lena’s shirt, tracing abstract patterns just below the nape of her neck, “Whatever, Lena loved it.”

Lena tucks her head, chin pressing against her chest, and glances woefully over to Kara who will likely pick up her body from the sticky bar floor and be writing her obituary by morning. Lena gives herself over to something greater and makes her peace that the only monument to the Luthor name will be an “In Remembrance” plaque hung up above the jukebox in an alien bar.

Sam presses a wet, drunk kiss against Lena’s temple; which causes her to jerk up, ramrod-straight in her chair. Maybe if she doesn’t move, she will just disappear. 

“Shit, babe, remember that night you were all like, ‘no, we can’t go again,’ and I told you we totally could, and finally, you were like, ‘okay but this is the last time Sam-a-lamb,’ and one time became three times and then six times, and finally you had gotten so much you couldn’t even walk straight.”

Kara’s eyes slowly grow wider, and Alex realizes with growing horror that her sister is possibly about to commit murder. Like, public execution. Like, kill-Sam-and-stick-her-on-a-post-in-front-of-Al’s-as-a-warning-to-all-others-not-to-remove-Lena-Luthor-from-super-cuddles assassination.

“Is she always this extra?” Nia asks painfully, lowering her head down onto her crossed arms, and resting on the table.

“She’s insufferable, and obviously she is embellishing.” Lena says, jabbing an elbow into an amused Sam’s side, “But you can practically get anything you want. We did spend many an inebriated night there.”

“Kara!” Alex yelps, slipping out of her seat with a small, drunken stumble, and linking her arm through her sister’s. “How’bout a round of pool, huh?”

Kara plants her feet, and the dirty linoleum floor cracks beneath her, “Shiiit,” Nia slurs, lifting her head up, “should’ah bet on the floor.” Alex bungees back into sister’s side, and tugs her arm again. This time Kara’s relents and allows Alex to pull her away.

“She’s messing with you.” Alex hisses as she shuttles them away from the group towards the pool table. Kara’s gaze stays planted directly over her shoulder, eyes flickering with cerulean heat as she half-listens to her sister.

“Six.” Kara says resolutely, hands nearly on her hips as she turns before thinking better of it, “Six, Alex.” she hisses back at her sister, “6.” she says, defeated. 

“How in the hell can I compete with that? Bring gatorade and trail mix to the bedroom?” Kara says, worry edging into her voice.

“Like Lena is ever going to be in your bedroom at this rate.” Alex slams the rack down on the table, and Kara straightens up, “Do you know what Pound Town even is.”

Kara waves her hands in a flourish, and plugs her ears, “La-la-no-no-no. Stop saying that.” she squeezes her eyes shut.

Alex juts out an arm, and collects a pool stick propped up from against the wall. She leans down, squaring up over the edge of the table and strikes a perfect break against her sister’s abdomen. Kara looks down in faux shock at the perfect blue ‘o’ dusted on her shirt.

“It’s like...the limey version of a Dollar General.” Alex pushes herself up from the table's edge, and leans back, rolling her eyes, “Kelly looked up on her phone while you were death-glaring at Sam. You fall for this every time she does it.”

“I do not.” Kara tuts, crossing her arms.

“The Rail Yard?” Alex drops her chin, giving her sister a blank stare.

“Tha-..that could’a been a sex dungeon.” Kara protests, pointing an accusatory finger at her sister.

“It was literally a restaurant they remodeled from an old train depot.”

“How was I supposed to know that?!” Kara throws her hand ups

Alex’s eyes go white for a moment as they roll into the back of her head, “This is it. This will be the time you two idiots finally make me stroke out.”

Kara’s head falls back and she stares up at the ceiling, a frustrated groan rumbling in the back of her throat.

“Look, she knows how you feel about Lena. Hell, anyone with eyes knows, and both of you just sit there, ocular intercoursing each other out in the open and we all have to suffer as unwilling voyeurs every time you two are within ten feet of each other.”

Supergirl looks off into a distant corner of the smoky bar, eyes shining with the knowledge of the cosmos. She also doesn’t need this shit. She is practically a god.

Alex snaps her fingers in front of her sister's face, “Don’t go all smoldering and stoic. This is the same thing she did at game night.”

“What game night?” Kara drops her arms, relenting to her ever present weight of loving Lena bearing down on her shoulders.

“The best of fiv... ya know what,” Alex shoots up her hands, effectively cutting herself off, “wrong timeline.” Kara blinks, “The point is, she is trying to rile you up so you finally make a move.”

Kara’s brain short circuits and boots back on, “I can make a move.”

“It’s been four years.”

“I can make all kindsa moves.”

Alex purses her lips and frowns, “You are drawing up blueprints to plan the plans for your moves.”

“Whatever,” Kara groans, changing the subject “What’s the bet tonight?”

“FIfty on what you break.” Alex taps her hand over the bundle of cash in her pants pocket.

“What did you have?”

“Shot glass in five.”

Kara blows out a low, sad whistle and clutches her hand to her chest, “Rao, have a little more faith in me then that.”

“Sam has the barstool in ten.” Alex smirks deviously, “And, there is a contingency plan.”

“What?” Kara whines through her teeth, eyes widening behind her glasses, “I thought that was a myth.”

“Someone has to make a move. And it’s not like you were ever gonna get around to it.” Alex snarks, widening her stance, arms akimbo, “Plus it’s not a myth, super dork. It’s just in a group chat that you’re not a part of. Tonight is the night, so if you don’t, Lena is.”

“That’s rude you know.” Kara chastises, and drops into a take-off stance, rubbing her hands together and a little giddy at Alex’s revelation. She bites her lip in thought and glances up to her sister, “How much time do I have?”

“Almost...” Alex looks at her watch and winces, “six and a half minutes give or take? Where are you go-..” But a gust of air is already hitting Alex’s face as she stares at a swinging alleyway door. Kara is gone, and a distant boom echoes in the distance as the sound barrier cries out, cracked by one lovesick and slightly horny Kryptonian.

“Oh shit.” Alex breaths in, and then forces a bright smile as she turns, making her way back to their table of friends.

“Where did Kara go?” Lena asks more jovially than necessary as she pushes a hand into the side of Sam’s laughing face. 

“Probably flew to Sexless in the City.” Sam blurts out, busting into another fit of hysterics as the front door blows up. The gust of accompanying wind sweeps up a dusting of leaves that silhouettes Kara, box tucked beneath her arm in its threshold.

“God,” Kelly whines, “Good or bad. You Kryptonians and your dramatic entrances.”

Sam throws a thumb over her shoulder towards the door, “I wasn’t that dramatic.”

“Mmm, but weren’t you though?” Alex tilts her head side to side thoughtfully.

“Took a trip over to Pound Town and got this one her own girlfriend.” Supergirl says, voice low, dripping with bravado and jutting a finger at Sam as she stalks forward.

“Told ya to Rein it in!” Nia perks up, and gives herself an astral high five, incandescent purple sparks fading off the tips of her fingers because, Boom. Fireworks.

Kelly lolls her head in Alex’s direction and screws her eyes shut because she is just so tired™ and because ‘these fucking idiots’ need so much therapy.

Alex blinks, and gives a quick, agreeable shrug as she comes up beside her girlfriend.

Sam tips her bottle at Nia, “Fair. May have crossed a line.” she concedes as a gust of wind blows up through her hair, sweeping it across her brow and obscuring her view.

“Shit, or a few lines.” Sam grits through her teeth as she runs her hands back through the tangles. She immediately chokes out a breath as the sharp corner of a box slams into her solar plexus and the barstool being kicked out beneath her shatters. Before Sam realizes she’s in a slow motion free fall, she is on her back in a crater of shattered linoleum, box clutched to her chest and gaping up at very pissed Kara Zor El.

“Here.” Kara snarls, pressing the box into Sam’s chest with a final push, eyes pulsing with heat behind skewed glasses.

All higher brain function shuts down for Lena then, her eyes fluttering shut for the briefest moment, and Nia juts out her bottom lip as she cheers her astral-projected self, “Girl, same.”

Back online, Lena reaches out, hands flexing needy, open and shut towards Kara. But before she can grab the fabric of Kara’s taut shirt, straining over those flexed biceps, she is face to face with a disheveled and flushed Kryptonian.

Kara throws a thumb over her shoulder towards a wheezing, supine Sam’s direction, “I’m sorry.” She confesses through her teeth.

Lena licks her lips, and does her best to suppress a dangerously bright smile, “Did you really...” she trails off as a laugh tumbles out of her, and Kara swears it is the only sound she wants to hear for the rest of her life.

“Go to Pound Town?” Kara asks leaning in conspiratorially, and with a little too much confidence, “Why? Would you like to come if I did?”

“Oh shit. That’s a move.” Alex mumbles under her breath.

Heat race under Lena’s skin, like a fever in her blood, and the flush creeps up all the way to the tips of her ears. And no, this is how Lena is sure she dies, by some corny double entendre from Kara that shouldn’t be having the effect on her that it does but absolutely is. So she plays it cool, feverish expression and all by resting a hand on her hip and giving an over exaggerated eye/head roll combo.

“Did you really think that line would work?” she says about an octave too high as she reaches around Kara and grabs her contingency plan. “Sláinte.” And Lena tilts her head back, throat open and burning with tequila. After a moment of reckoning, she brings her head forward and is met with a smug smirk pulling across Kara’s mouth.

“Did it?”

Lena schools her painful expression to something sadly more concerning; the inherent awe that comes with the knowledge that she is hopelessly in love with one (1) alien himbo.

“Unfortunately, yes.” she says in a huff, wrapping her arms around Kara’s neck, and pulling her into a hard kiss.

Their friends and the bar patron’s lets out a collective sigh, and the voices of ‘finally’ and ‘bout fuckin time’ are mumbled in concordance around the bar.

Sam raises a limp hand that Nia takes, helping her to her feet, “What’s the time?” she asks, pulling herself up.

Kelly turns her wrist over, and gives an approving nod, “Barstool in ten.”

Sam presses a hand into her lower back and slowly straightens herself up, rolling her eyes at the public love fest happening beside her, “Ew, gross, but worth it. Gimme my money, Danvers.”

Alex begrudgingly digs into her pocket, and smacks the wad of bills into Sam's outstretched hand, “Why can’t you just do this normal for once?”

Sam waves off the comment as she slips the money into her pocket, and brushes a few stray pieces of floor off of her shoulder, “Because where is the fun in that? It works every time.” 

Lena gently pulls away from the kiss and stares into the clear skies of Kara’s eyes. She adjusts her glasses and turns in their embrace towards Sam, and dips her head, motioning to the box her friend is still holding.

“Looks like someone is getting lucky tonight.” Lena murmurs as Kara’s warm lips move up her neck, nipping and kissing along the underside of jaw.

Sam arches a questioning eyebrow, and turns the box over in her hands. She is met with the plastic, blown up, cartoonish face staring dead-eyed back at her, mouth positioned in a perfect ‘O’

“She kinda looks like you.” Nia observes over Sam’s shoulder.

Kara’s hums in agreement as she walks her fingers around Lena’s back, pulling her close against her chest, “Yeah. So she can go fuc-...”

“Myself, yeah.” Sam cuts in, raising and shaking the package, conceding to Kara, “I deserve that.”

#supercorp #supercrack #i dont know why i keep writing sam like this #but i honestly believe she would be the best/worst wingwoman for lena #kara danvers #alex danvers #lena luthor #kelly olsen #nia nal #fic