#And whilst I was waiting I was really excited too talk to her again because she just made me so relaxed

[rogueddie]

I'll Be Here T | 1,187 words Prompt for @steddielovemonth: Love is being willing to wait for them

Eddie has always known that, one day, Steve would move to the city with Robin so he can finally go to college. Eddie has grown too aware of Steve, his tells and how much he needs Robin.

When he first brought up college, he was venting about how horrible it would be to go so long without seeing Robin.

Eddie had struggled to hold back his laughter, painfully aware that he wasn't actually venting. He was trying to find an excuse to follow her. He was trying to convince himself that it would be worth putting the effort in to go to college too.

So, when Steve shuffled in one day, concerned but excited? Eddie wasn't surprised.

"I got in," he'd started. "To college, I mean. I applied with Robin and... I got in."

"That's amazing," Eddie said. "Baby, I'm so proud of you."

And he was. He was so extremely proud and excited.

But, when the day finally came for Steve to leave, he found it hard to bring those emotions back. He hated how clearly Steve could see through his forced grins.

"I'm fine," Eddie had insisted when Steve asked. "Really. I'm going to miss you, but this is so good for you. I'm so excited to hear about what you're going to do."

"I'll call," Steve promised, arms tight around him in a hug. He only pulled back to litter Eddie's face with kisses.

And, as promised, Steve called as soon as they arrived in their new dorm. Eddie could hear Robin babbling in the background, excited about their tiny little space, whilst Steve tried to hold in his laughter long enough to spew his usual romantics.

He'd called the next day too, to let Eddie know how they'd settled in and talk about all the different activities he was planning on checking out. There was even a D&D group that made him think of Eddie, that he didn't join simply because he wants his first game to be with him.

It wasn't until the next week that he called again. Steve spent the entire call gushing about a teacher who'd sat down with him and talked him through all his options.

"I'm going to be a teacher!" Steve had finished his speech off. "For, like, middle schoolers!"

"That's amazing!" Eddie replied. "That's- Stevie, that's perfect for you! You're gonna be amazing!"

"Yeah? You really think so?"

"I know so."

Steve had warned him that he would be busy, that he wouldn't be able to call as much.

It still made something deep in Eddies chest ache when another week would go by with no news from Steve.

Eddie wasn't worried though. Not really.

Especially when he came back with Robin for Christmas.

He hadn't been able to stay more than three days but, the entire time he was back in Hawkins, he was glued to Eddie. He grabbed and held on, as if he was finally able to breathe. As if he would die if he didn't get to touch Eddie for one second longer.

Robin constantly joked that she was going to need a crowbar to pry him off of Eddie.

She was almost right. It had taken him so long to say goodbye that they left more than an hour later than they had originally planned.

Eddie waved to them as they drove off. He was surprised at how excited he felt- it would only be a year until he got to see Steve again.

They'd been reluctant to admit their plans to stay in their dorms over summer break, but Eddie had encouraged them.

It was a good idea after all.

"But he could be doing anything," Mike had frowned, confused at how calm and content Eddie was. "With anyone. And he's not talking to you! Doesn't that make you... I don't know, worry?"

"No?" Eddie frowned back. He didn't understand why the kids were so confused. "Steve wouldn't do something like that. I know that, so what do I have to worry about?"

"You're just gonna wait around forever then?"

"Nope. He's just at college, kid. He's gonna come back and, when he does, I'll be right here."

When Steve went into his second year, he had settled enough that he started calling once a month.

It quickly became Eddies favorite time of the month and, if anyone tried to get him to do anything else on the day, he would blow them off. He couldn't be late home- not when Steve was going to call.

"I miss you," Steve would always say, in lieu of a greeting.

"I miss you too, baby," Eddie always mumbled back. He would cradle the phone close, with both hands, as he did.

"I keep thinking about you," Steve promised.

He would say it every call, repeating it as though worried that Eddie might forget. That Eddie might doubt that.

Eddie would always divert the conversation before Steve could spiral too much.

He always gave the same farewell when it came time for Steve to hang up so he could study or take part in whatever activity Robin has dragged him into that week.

"I'll be here," Eddie always said. "Don't worry about me. I could wait forever for you, big boy."

The third and fourth year went the same as the first.

Each Christmas was glorious. But, for the third Christmas, they'd managed to organise enough so they could spend a whole week in Hawkins.

Eddie insisted on taking polaroids of them. His favorite is the one he'd snapped of Steve, who was unaware, soft and sleepy in Eddie's kitchen.

"This is the last year," Steve told him, at the start of his fifth year. "Just this year, then I'm coming home."

One more year. It was the phrase that had been getting Eddie through the waiting, but it didn't help anymore. It only made it worse.

He couldn't stop thinking about how, when Steve does come back, he's staying.

Wayne helped him move out the trailer, and into his own. It wasn't any bigger than Wayne's, but it was enough for Eddie. He knew it would be enough for Steve.

The hideout didn't pay well, but Eddie was careful with his government hush money. He had plenty, more than enough to last a lifetime if budgeted right.

He made sure everything was ready for Steve. He made sure their home was ready.

And, when Steve does come home, all Eddie feels is love.

"Welcome home," Eddie says, leading him into their trailer.

"Oh, it's perfect," Steve whispers.

Eddie can hear the genuine awe in his voice. He grabs Steve, turning him around so he can finally see the expression too.

"You're so beautiful," Eddie says. "God, I missed you so much."

Steve practically throws himself at Eddie, their teeth clashing harshly with how hard Steve kisses him.

"Fuck," Steve groans, holding Eddie's face in both his hands. "You really waited for me all this time- Eds, God, I love you so much."

"I love you, too. I love you, more than anything, baby. You're worth the wait, you're so worth it."

[madaboutmunson]

Fluff

For @strangerthingswritersguild prompt : ‘Fluff’

Word count: 3824

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Eddie parked up and took a few grounding breaths before leaving his vehicle.

He knew he, Steve, was gonna be here today, and today he was gonna ask him out. It had been ten years and times had changed a little, and he now knew Steve wasn’t the kind of guy to knock him out if he found out he was gay. After Robin revealing her coming out to Steve story.

And, he’d totally wait until one of them was leaving so it didn’t have to be awkward.

But this was Eddie, and never mind the path of true love, none of his paths ran smooth and if it looked like it was, he’d better watch out for the sudden long drop to sink hole he was about to plummet into.

So when Eddie checked himself over in the mirror one last time, and was giving himself a pretty intense pep talk in it, he didn’t catch the dark green Jeep Cherokee pull up next to him.

He also didn’t see 1996 Steve Harrington hurry in to the building arms laden with things.

Eddie grabbed the card with wad of cash in it, for the new happy couple. He’d been doing pretty well for himself lately, and Dustin and Suzie were only just reemerging into the world after being in the academic world for so long. He wasn’t even sure if they had any intention of leaving it.

He hopped down out of the van and smoothed over his suit which he had to compromise on, suit he could do, but tie and buttoned up the collar? Absolutely not!

But as he slammed the door shut and locked up, he heard a way too close.

“What’s up, nerd?” Followed by a sweet laugh Eddie would know anywhere, and he knew full well that laugh continued because Eddie had jumped out of his skin.

“Steve!” Eddie can’t help the way his face lit up at the sure and happy smile directed his way, “Good to see ya man,” he beamed and stuck out his hand.

Steve looked down at the ringed hand between them, pulled a face as he scoffed a laugh, grabbed Eddie’s hand and pulled him in for a hug.

“Good to see you again, man. Sorry I hadn’t been in touch more,” He said squeezing Eddie tight and releasing him to step back and look him over, “Wow, you haven’t aged a day. Oddly strange to see your forehead,” Steve chuckled.

Eddie touched his forehead at the mention of it, “Couldn’t keep the bangs if not even Hetfield and Dickenson could keep ‘em,” he mumbled with an irrepressible smirk, “Glad to see a decade hasn’t flattened yours,” Eddie looked up at Steve’s much shorter at the back, but still elegantly swooped over hair.

“Yeah, at least I held onto all the good things from back then,” Steve smiled, “Well most of them. Where’s your date?”

“Ah, yeah, no date for me, for the wedding I mean, I can get dates, lots of them in fact when I’m not all caught up with work,” Eddie cringes internally, and tries to make a save, “Yours?”

“Inside,” Steve chuckled, and Eddie’s heart shattered.

��Cute is she?” Eddie tried to pull a distraction with conversation, whilst his inner minions swept to the shards in his chest cavity.

“The cutest!” Steve beamed, his smile was wide and bright, making his eyes narrow and sparkle. Eddie didn’t think he’d ever seen someone more happy. Maybe his uncle when Steve arranged a secret Eddie trade, after all the upside down business, to get him out of Hawkins and its pitchfork wielding residents.

Eddie nodded as they entered the main building, “I’m happy for you, man,” he said sincerely, because though he wished it was him, Steve really did deserve a happy ending.

“Hey I’m just gonna hit the bathroom before I get into the festivities,” Eddie juts a thumb at the sign in the wall, figuring he can use it as an excuse to reset and start the night over with a different ambition, “I’ll catch you inside, man. You can introduce me to your girl,” he said fondly.

“Yeah! We’d love that. I’ll save you a seat with us. Oh wait a second-“ Steve says back with way too much excitement. He must really like this chick, or maybe everyone else here hates her? But before Eddie can escape Steve is way too close. So close he’s inhaling his cologne, and obviously it’s exquisite.

“You had some fluff in your hair,” Steve smiled and handed Eddie the offending debris.

Eddie chuckled genuinely this time, “Ah, perks of the job free fluff with every stuff.”

Steve wrinkled his nose up adorably in confusion.

“I make toys, teddy bears, Eddies’s-“ Eddie starts to explain, but Steve’s eyes are wide with excitement and he’s pointing and talking over him.

“Eddie’s Teddies! That’s you? Oh my god! Oh my god . My baby loves those. I must have gotten her at least four from the fairytale collection. No more than that. We got some of the professionals' collections too. We’ve got the sailor, the baseball player, the stunt driver, the movie star, and the,” Steve pauses and his words slow down, “and the ice cream man.”

Steve is just staring like he wants to say something but the words won’t come out. Eddie swallows and quickly breaks the tension, “Yeah that’s me. listen I gotta go take a leak, I’ll be right with ya.”

Eddie’s hurries inside the cubicle, screws up his eyes and thumps himself against his head a few times. Idiot. Now Steve is gonna feel fucking awkward all night knowing Eddie had a decade long crush on him.

No. He could save this. Eddie could save this. He’d say it was a thank you. Yeah, a thank you for saving his life. Ok, cool. He was gonna go with that, and meet the love of Steve’s life and then get lost in the party, so he can avoid them for the rest of the evening.

With an emptied bladder, washed hands and an extra fluff check, Eddie entered the main room.

He is mobbed by a large section of the guests, leaving the other seventy percent of the room wondering who the hell he was and maybe he was famous or something. He catches up and then finally gets to congratulate the happy couple and heads to the bar to grab a soda.

He felt a tug on his bracelet.

“Gee mister, that’s pretty shiny. Where’d ya get it?”

Eddie looks down to follow the voice and is met with two huge blinking hazel eyes in a flurry of brown hair.

“I made it, when I was a kid,” he smiled.

“You made it?” the kid asked in awe, pushing the mass of brown bangs out of her eyes for a closer look.

“Sure did. Bit of chain, bit of leather, some snaps and Sabbra Cadabra a bracelet,” he smiled.

She giggled, “It abracadabra, silly!”

“Oh is it now? My mistake. I better go call up Ozzy and tell him.” Eddie played along with a sad sigh.

“Who’s Ozzy?”

“Only one of the greatest heavy metal singers of all time!” Eddie enthused and threw up the horns and made a silly face, which only further plunged the little girl further into the giggles.

“You’re silly. Like daddy, but you’ve got long hair like, uh, elif cub,” she smiled up at him.

Eddie looked around the immediate area and there did not seem to be anyone he would label as a Daddy in the vicinity.

He knelt down to her level, “Speaking of Daddy, shall we go find him?”

“Yah!” She said stretching her arms up to Eddie, which he took as a queue to pick her up, “I’ll show you him.”

And when this little girl points directly at a sweating, out of breath, clearly distressed Steve who was hurtling their way. Eddie’s heart couldn’t decide to soar for his friend being a parent or sink for himself as a kid meant this was serious.

“Honey, you can’t run off like that, ok?” Steve says softly though he was clearly very worried.

Eddie handed over Little Miss Harrington, to Steve, and he immediately relaxes with her in his arms, “Thanks Eddie, I had a bottle mishap and turned away for a few seconds and she was gone.”

He can see the way his brow creased that Steve felt like he really fucked up.

“Hey, it could happen to anyone, man. Kids are so fast, and if I’m anything to go by, very sneaky and creative,”Eddie offered him a friendly smile, and he watched as Steve’s shoulders relaxed one more setting, “How about I come over and meet your date and I can sit with the kid whilst you go get cleaned up and the bottle done, yeah?”

Steve looks confused, but walks towards a table in the corner which it’s strewn with toys, books, pacifiers, an open jar of applesauce with a spoon sticking out of it, a bag full of diapers and wipes and creams, and a spilled baby bottle.

But no one else was there.

Eddie sees the deep blush hit Steve’s face as he places his little girl in a high chair, and quickly tries to tidy up so Eddie can sit down.

But he can’t have that.

Eddie pushes Steve firmly into a seat, then cracks open and puts a soda in his hand as he begins to tidy up his own space. Making it all a show by pretending to sample the bottle and applesauce and finding them disgusting, much to the amusement of the little girl. Even reading passages from the books as if performing on stage. ‘A is for apple’ is performed with such dramatics, with Eddie propping on foot up on a chair, flailing his arms around, even Steve started to laugh.

Once he has two Harrington’s giggling he sits down with a big ‘mission accomplished’ smile. As he raised his eyes, they meet Steve’s sparkling ones, but this time maybe they’re a little for him too.

“Eddie, let me introduce you to my date for the evening. My daughter, Georgina,” Steve gestured to the little girl in the high chair currently chewing on the corner of a book.

“Hey sweetie, This is Eddie. He makes the teddy bears you like,” Steve beamed, but Georgina couldn’t be less interested, in Eddie right now, because the main lights had dimmed to make way for more colourful ones moving around the dance floor.

Eddie wants to leave it there. Accept the facts Steve is a family man now. Move on. But the way he’s looking at him, making him feel like a knight in shining armor, Eddie can’t help himself, and he has to know for sure.

“So-“

“There is no one,” Steve shouts quickly over the music and immediately shrinks back in volume, “I mean, I’m not dating anyone or married or anything. I really wanted to be a dad, and relationships just were not working out, you know,” he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, “So I got a surrogate,” he beams at Georgina, who is clapping her hands and kicking her feet to the music, but quickly casts his eyes down, “But being a parent is a lot harder than I thought.”

“Hardest job you’ll ever do, if you believe my uncle, who technically didn’t sign up for it,” Eddie smiled and Steve mirrored it, “But she’s happy and confident, you’re doing great.”

“Thanks,” Steve says quietly, and Eddie can tell he doesn’t believe him, so he opts for a change of subject.

“Who is Elif Cub?”

Steve’s eyebrows spring up, “Uh, well,”

“Hey man, you don’t gotta say, Gina, said I had long hair like them. I was just being nosy,” Eddie waves the question away, “You want me to grab you another drink or something to eat?” Eddie says standing up.

“It’s you,” Steve blurts out and in response to Eddie’s confusion, “Elif Cub. Has long hair like you because they are you. In a photo on my wall. From the hospital when we snuck people in to play d&d for a few hours.”

Eddie smiles in realisation, “Elif Cub. Hellfire Club.” He puts his hands on his hips and leans into Steve’s space with a smirk, “You have a lot of pictures of me on your walls, Steve?”

Steve’s Adam’s apple bobs in his throat, “Just the one,” he confirms, and Eddie leans back, “But-but I’d like more. I mean we should hang out more.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows in surprise, and slowly sat back down. He looks between Steve and the table a few times and taps on it, before asking, “Is this a pity thing because of the bears?”

A gorgeous smile erupted across Steve’s face and he laughed, “No, but I can’t believe I didn’t realise until today. Robin’s right I am a dingus.”

Eddie’s freshly glued back together heart is pounding ferociously in his chest, “So, by, more photos and hanging out. Do you mean, like, friendly hanging out?” He asked cautiously.

“Well of course it would be friendly we’re friends aren’t we?” Steve said with a furrowed brow.

Eddie was struggling with words, which was extremely rare. He wanted to know if there could be something more but also didn’t want to make Steve feel awkward, if it was a no.

“Ok let me preface this by saying I really love the idea of being closer friends, that is a definite thumbs up from me. Big fat yes,” Eddie laughed a little nervously mostly talking to the table, “But I wanna be transparent about something.”

He raised his eyes and Steve looked like he was hanging on Eddie’s every word, until-

“Daddy? I’m hungry,” Georgina asked sweetly.

“Oh my gosh. Yes. Yes! I’ll be right on it sweetheart, just let me find the… Damn I need to heat it up. I mean darn,” Eddie watched Steve deflate opposite him, and he reached across the table and took his hand.

“Hey, that was my fault, talking your ear off, ok? I’ll entertain Gina the best I can. You sort out whatever you need to ok? You’re doing great,” Eddie smiled at him.

“It was just. I’d just got used to the bottles and jars and now she’s on, like real food, which should be way easier right?” Steve shook his head as he searched through the bag retrieving a few Tupperware boxes, “I won’t be long youre a lifesaver Eddie, thank you. There is some fruit here, honey, ok? Steve said setting the tub of chopped up fruit and vegetables on the high chair, which her little hands plunge straight into, and she starts munching away.

Eddie watches her shovel the beautifully carved fruit into her mouth. Each piece perfectly sized, cut into stars, hearts, rainbows, even some melon balls carved to have a rose like texture.

Steve hurried back from the kitchen area wafting a small meal on a plate, trying to cool it down.

“Ah those Dino chicken nuggets never go out of style,” he smiled at Steve, who gave he a sweet sigh of defeat.

“I honestly tried to avoid them but she really likes them,” Steve shrugged.

“Steve, I see what you’re doing, and you're wearing yourself out doing it,” Eddie says gently. He wants Steve to know he’s not judging him, but he does care about how stressed he seems.

Steve turned his eyes up to his, “Is it that obvious?” He said a little defeated.

“Listen, all these cute things you do for her are great and they are special but make sure you’re in a space to enjoy them too, you know? That beautiful melon ball got chomped on just like the carrot stick in her fist.” Eddie pointed out, “And yeah sometimes I guess you gotta make food fun for kids to get into it, but it doesn’t have to Michelin star carvings every meal.”

Steve scoffs, “Come on it’s hardly-“

“You know what I’m getting at, Steve, and I think I know why,” Eddie said gently reaching over the table, “Your making two childhoods here, right?”

Steve looks at him a little guilty, but Eddie only smiles in response, “Nothing wrong with wanting to give your kid all the things you wanted as a kid, but not at detriment to your stress levels. Kids are emotion sponges. You get anxious, they might get anxious. So try to relax. You’re doing a great job, Steve. Maybe you don’t hear that enough.” Eddie turns his hand reaching across the table palm up.

He watches Steve carefully. Watches him stare at his hand the breath catch in his chest and suddenly how his hand tentatively reaches out and takes his.

He looks up at him, and Eddie knows he’s searching for what it all means, but Eddie just holds his hand, soothingly rubs his thumb on the back of it.

“It’s why I make the bears.” He smiled over at him, and looked out at the dance floor as he continued to talk leaning over the table so Steve could hear him, whilst Gina dunked her Dino’s in their ketchupy demise.

“I had a teddy bear when I was a kid. I took that thing everywhere. It used to make my mom laugh. She called me her Eddie-bear. When I lost her. All I had left was my bear. I couldn’t hug her anymore, so it was all I had,” he swallowed thickly, “You can imagine it got a little grubby and torn, but my Dad didn’t fix him up or wash him. He picked him up and threw him in the trash one day when I was at school. I cried my eyes out. Couldn’t find the thing. He got me a plastic truck to say sorry. Which wasn’t the same, but if you knew my Dad, you’d know that was him trying his best.” Eddie laughed and shook his head as he turned back to Steve, “So that’s why I make the bears, and every bear we make, I keep the instructions to make it. So if my business ever failed, or when I’m not around anymore. No one has to be without their bear. They can get an exact replacement. So I guess we’re both trying to heal our childhoods in different ways.”

Steve nodded, “And the outfits?” He said with a light smirk and a slight sparkle to his eyes.

“Hmmm, let’s just say when I got a little older, I found a different Teddy Bear I wanted for myself, but I wasn’t exactly sure if he would want me back,” Eddie shifted his glance between Steve’s eyes and the table, “And it’s absolutely fine if he doesn’t because-“

“The thing you should know about that Teddy Bear is, they don’t make them like him anymore. He’s a little fragile, and frazzled. A lot of wear and tear. Especially here,” Steve gestured to the centre of his chest, and looked at Eddie with a nervousness he had never seen before.

“So if you want him he’s yours, on the understanding that, he’s a pretty busy bear, and he’s looking for someone to care for, long term. He can’t have any more casual owners, especially not one like you.”

The air got heavy between them. Eddie hadn’t counted on making big promises so fast. He hadn’t counted on Steve singling Eddie specifically out as someone special. What if he screwed up or it turned out they didn’t like one another as much as he thought they might?

It was almost like Steve could sort of read his mind, “But if you’re not looking to keep him for a long time, maybe if he’s still alone in a few years, and gets fixed up a little. Maybe he could handle a play date?” Steve’s eyes had not moved from Eddie’s.

“No. He’s perfect right now. He always has been. I guess I’m just worried because he’s so rare and valuable to so many. To me. What if I accidently damaged him, or wasn’t the good owner I thought I’d be?”

Steve’s face relaxed at Eddie’s concern, “it’s not about predicting the future. It’s about intention.” Steve smiled, and released his hand.

Eddie sipped his drink and mulled it over. Half sort of impressed with the grace Steve is giving him to think about it. If it were the other way around he’d be gnawing on the table between them, in anticipation. Instead Steve cleaned up Gina and her plate.

Then as he looked around the room and his eyes fell back to Steve the answer was so clear, he couldn't believe he took a few minutes to think about it.

He got up out of his seat and walked towards the bar.

Eddie saw Steve’s face and shoulders drop for a second as he walked away, but his smile at his daughter didn’t falter.

As he pushed through the crowd he found Robin, “Hey, how well do you know Steve’s little girl?” He asked, unsure of the situation.

“Uh pretty well, you could say. I designed her last Halloween outfit. I had a ticket to her nativity. Basically co-parented when I watched Steve put a spoon of salt in his coffee and then drink it!” She responded with such affronted sarcasm that Eddie knew he had asked the correct person.

“I wanna ask Steve to dance. Would you watch her for him?” Eddie asked hopefully.

Robin’s eyes went wide, “Finally!” She added with a wide smile and yanked Eddie back towards Steve's table and basically shoved him into him.

“Uh, Steve, do you maybe wanna dance?” Eddie extended his hand out towards his dream guy.

Steve looked at Eddie’s hand and then at Robin snuggling Georgina tightly to her as she shooed him away with her hand like she was annoyed they were still there.

Steve nodded and took his hand.

It wasn’t exactly the slow dance Eddie was hoping for but it was close enough for him to hold Steve like it was.

“I’d really like to give it a shot if you haven’t changed your mind. I mean I’m not perfect, there will be challenges, but I promise,” he said holding their joined hands to his chest, “I will work hard at every single one to keep you safe, happy and in my arms.”

Steve smiled softly, “I haven’t changed my mind,” he said gazing at Eddie.

“I hope you realise this is going to cost me a small fortune now though?” Eddie teased lightly as Steve’s chest pressed against his own.

“What do you mean?” Steve laughed a little confused.

“Well now I’m going to have to make a new bear to look after the original model.” Eddie grinned as Steve rolled his eyes and they swayed to the music.

[natailiatulls07]

I have to say, your Charles fics where he is/acts like a father are my favorite (the marguerite series and now the recent one) i'd love to keep seeing more ❤

Jules Bianchi x Daughter!reader

Charles Leclerc x little sister!reader

Summary - It's his home race, his family are there and his win; All through Marguerites eyes

Warning - Mention of Herve Leclerc's death, mention of alcohol

A/n - I'm back oops! Sorry I haven't posted in a month, to cut a long story short alot of shit happened in my life and I took an unexpected break lol. Also @nikfigueiredo thank you babes <333

(The blue bold text is Sky f1 commentary)

Marguerite

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26.05.2024

The atmosphere in Ferrari hospitality was tense. Well everywhere was tense but espercially in Ferrari. Charles Leclerc was leading the Monaco Grand Prix, leading his home race.

Somewhere special to him and his loved one. He grew up on these streets and to win is something he and his late had grown up dreaming.

"There's his family watching on; Alexandra is partner, Pascale is mother and of course his adopted little sister Y/n, who is the daughter of the late Jules Bianchi."

I could feel the Sky camera panning towards me and the rest of the family but I was too stressed. Alexandra was stood beside me and I didn't need to look away from the large screen to know that she was fiddling nervously with her bracelets, much like how I was fidgeting with long strands of my hair.

I watched as the laps ticked closer to 78, one by one slowly. It was really an out of body experience. Part of me knew there was people around but I couldn't care less for them, keeping focused on Charlie.

"And for the first time in 93 years, this favoured race is won by one of their own. Charles Leclerc wins the Monaco Grand Prix to achieve his dream; Victory in his home race!"

Only then did I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Once again the Sky camera is focused on me and Alexandra, but we don't care.

A soft touch shocks me out of my awe and whipping my head around, I see Alexandra looking at me with a excited smile.

"He did! Oh Marguerite, he did!" Her voice is surprisingly smoothing compared to the rest of hospitality. I just echo that same smile before wrapping my arms around her neck as I let out a shaky breath.

Behind Alexandra stand Pascale who captures my eyes, she has small tears on the edge of her water line. It wasn't hard to understand why she had tears in her eyes. I remember the day that we were told Herve Leclerc passed away, of course I was young but I could vividly remember it.

Pulling away from the hug, I feel a sudden surge of energy and excitement. In completely contrast to during the race, I start bouncing on my feet and laughing eagerly.

Turning to random people on our way out of the Ferrari hospitality. "Charlie won the race! His home race!" In return I would get sweet smile and laughs of joy.

-

"We can see Y/n Bianchi once again, I think she definitely rivaling Charles Leclerc in excitement right now. Not that long ago, we saw her excitedly talking to Jenson which was a funny thing to watch!"

We make it down to the track in time for the podium. Most of our trip down to the track was spent with Pascale and/or Alexandra pulling me away from restlessly talking to people about his win.

I look up at the podium, I watch as Carlos, Oscar and then Charles all make their ways to their respective steps. We watch as they are handed their trophies and as Prince Albert gives Charlie multiple thrilled hugs.

During the Monegasque national athems, I notice how his eyes floats down to us. Instantly the smiles on both mine and his face widens, finally feeling joy together. After the first athem, I join the Ferrari crew and staff in happily singing the Italian national athems.

"You know we need to get Y/n on to do something with the Sky f1 team because she seems like a sweet young lady and we know that fans her age love her!"

-

Whilst waiting for the team debriefing to finish; Me, Alexandra, Pascale, Arthur, Lorenzo and his girlfriend, Charlotte, were all given the now empty Ferrari hospitality to relax.

"Can you believe?! Oh I'm so happy for him!" Unlike everyone, I couldn't hold in my excitement and I was frantically bouncing in my spot between Charlotte and Alexandra. It didn't help that I was running on close to no sleep and some random energy drink.

Everyone just laughed shaking their heads softly. "Oh my god! We need to celebrate! Maybe even my first ever drink!?" I look over towards Pascale, she was practically like a grandmother to me.

She just laughs, giving me a knowning look before replying to me. "That's up to Charlie, don't ask me..."

"Up to me? What's up to me?" His voice comes out of no where, we all quickly turn to face the entrance and there he was stood still in racing suit.

I don't wait a second before rushing over to him and jumping into a hug, something we haven't done in a few years. "You did it! You did it!" I can feel the rumble of his laughter as his arms tighten around me. "I'm so proud of you!" I whisper gently.

Unknown to me, everyone in the room is tearing up. All so proud of Charlie but just in awe of the sweet moment between him and the most loving teenage ever.

"Also can I have my first drink tonight whilst we celebrate? Please!" With a pout on my face, I look up to his face but as soon as he shakes his head with a smirk, my pout turns into a frown and everyone around us just laughs knowingly.

-

[jinnie-ret]

Hi! I was just wondering, could you write a oneshot of reader feeling really tired/kinda depressed, like too tired to get up of the bed to get a drink, too tired to even talk and skz just helping them through it and taking care of them? It could be 9th member or just the groupd friend. It's ok if you don't want to or don't feel comfortable with it. Thank you! Lots of love!

slump

stray kids x best friend!reader

genre: angst, fluff

content warnings: mental exhaustion

word count: 1.3k

summary: your best friends notice you've been acting different recently, and help you through your mental rut.

Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you enjoy this one. And if anyone is ever feeling this way, you can always message me, or reach out for help :)

Asks are shut, but if you want to be added to my taglist, let me know! And reblog and like if you enjoyed! <3

MAIN MASTERLIST

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Love, can you open the door?" Changbin's soft voice called out quietly, yet you made no effort to move. You knew he could just as easily open your door and walk in, but he was waiting to see if you had the energy to do it yourself.

"I'll take that as a no," and he walked away from the door, probably back into the kitchen to inform the boys that their latest attempt didn't work.

It wasn't that you didn't want to see them. It was more that your social battery was drained. Not even a good night's sleep was helping you gain energy because, well, although you weren't having sleepless nights, there was still a lot of things weighing on your mind that was stopping you from wanting to do anything.

Buzz.

Oh. They were spamming the group chat again.

kangaroo🖤: remember to have something to eat!

bokkie🐲: pls eat smthn sweaty 💞

prince🖌️: lixie you did not jst call her sweaty that isn't gnna help 😭

mongmong🎤: ignore them sweetie just pls eat smthn if you have the energy yh?

cheese toastie🦊: our minnie is so sweet

quokka boy🥊: careful or he will chnge his mind 👀

kitty boy😼: i'm cooking u dinner rn

dwaekki💪: pls come out and see us love :(

And so the guilt set in once more. You could tell they were doing their best but for the past couple of days you didn't want to do anything at all. And whilst they had asked you, you shut them down every time and waved them off.

The next day, you were due to go into work, something your best friends were well aware of as they had checked your shared calender to see if there was anything upcoming that was overwhelming you.

When you rang into work to call in for a sick day, that was the first time the boys heard your voice in like 48 hours. Croaky. Dry. Exhausted.

Which is what prompted your next visit.

"Hey, Y/Nnie, I've brought you some water. You don't have to talk to us if you don't want to... but, yeah," Felix brought in a bottle filled with ice water and you could tell he didn't know what exactly to do in the situation without you responding to him.

You couldn't help but feel the gratitude within you after he awkwardly smiled at you, and so, you spoke up from your nest in bed.

"Thank you, Lixie."

Within a flash he turned around and grinned warmly at you, excited at just this simple interaction, because him and the boys had been worried sick the past few days. They knew everyone had their moments, but they had never seen you like this before.

After he left, you sipped at your water and continued to mindlessly scroll through your social media feed on your phone. There was still a numbness there. You recognised videos that would normally make you laugh yet no emotion filled you.

And that's what made you feel weirder.

You thought about other times people went into some sort of slump and they'd normally be sad, upset for some reason. But no, not you.

You felt emotionless. The loneliness wasn't what sucked you in yet it was like a part of your brain felt like it had shut off. And that lasted for the next few hours until the members caught you out of bed looking for something in the cupboard to eat.

"Oh, Y/N!" Han jumped back with a hand on his heart, yet you carried on in your sluggish efforts to make something to eat.

"You're out of bed?" Jeongin was shocked until he winced from the small slap on the back of his head from Changbin.

"Don't eat that, it's not good for you, here, heat this up," Lee Know took away the instant noodles from your grasp and instead pulled out a container with a portion of dinner he had made last night. He seemed to be taking control yet he wanted to see you do something for yourself. He hoped it was motivating and that the simplest thing of heating up your own food would lead you towards an upward trajectory of going back to your usual self.

You slowly padded across the kitchen to the microwave and shoved the food in, a gentle hand tapping you on the shoulder as you shut the machine's door.

"Let's talk, Y/N," Chan guided you to the sofa in the lounge connected to the kitchen, the rest of your friends following through. There was no choice in the matter, yet the eldest remained calm which reassured you slightly.

"We've been worried about you," Hyunjin spoke for everyone when he said that.

"Sorry," you whisper, picking at the threads of your baggy jumper sleeve.

"No, don't apologise. We just want to know what's going on in that head of yours," Seungmin leans forward as he speaks quietly.

You simply shrug.

"Y/Nnie?" Chan further prompted.

"I don't know," you shrugged again, not even knowing how to explain what was going on.

"You don't know?" Felix looked around at the other members, confused.

Just then, the microwave dinged, and you stood up to go and get your food, but Lee Know's hands on your shoulders stopped you.

"Don't worry about that now. Just talk to us, anything," his thumbs rubbed soothing circles before he moved away.

"I-I don't know what you want me to say," you brought your legs up to your chest.

"We know you had work today," Changbin mentioned.

"It's ok, I called in sick," you mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

"Do you have a temperature?" Han frowned, feeling your forehead but that answered his question.

"I just didn't feel like it... but not in like a lazy way but I just couldn't... mentally do it?" your answer came out as a rushed question, not even sure yourself but it made sense to the rest of the boys.

"Ah, sweetie, you should have said," Hyunjin pouted, feeling bad that you were struggling.

"Not that easy though, is it?" you looked up and saw Chan crouched down in front of you.

"It's not, we know that, but we want you to always know that you've got us to fall back on, no matter what, ok?" he grabbed your hands as he said this, squeezing them so that you knew he was physically there.

"Y/Nnie... you know you don't have to always have energy, right? It's ok to have your down days," Han said seriously, which even caused Chan to look at him surprisingly as he moved away from in front of you.

"I feel like..." you began, but trailed off shaking your head.

"Tell us, talk to us love," Changbin insisted.

"I feel like I have to keep telling myself I can do it, but I know I'm lying to myself, I guess?" you sighed, leaning further back into the sofa.

"You can do it, we all know you can," Jeongin encouraged you sweetly.

"But if you can't right now, that's also fine," Seungmin added on.

And there was no need for you to verbally respond, because these safety oozing from them was wrapping you in a nice comfy blanket.

Oh, and Felix was also wrapping you in a blanket, that could have been why you felt the sudden warmth.

"Right, now you can eat," Lee Know nodded, satisfied with how the conversation had played out.

"Me too, hyung!" Han and Hyunjin both dashed after Lee Know, begging him for food too, and with that you smiled.

"There you are," Changbin titled your head up as you smiled, his face mirroring yours.

"If all it took was for Han and Hyunjin to be whiny and complain, we could have had this conversation a lot sooner," Seungmin rolled his eyes fondly, thinking of the two 00 liners who were bickering earlier that day.

"Don't ruin the moment Seungmin," Chan tutted jokingly.

But it didn't ruin the moment. Seeing them act normally around you again after they had cleared up what was going on made you feel better.

You felt, once again.

tagged: @skz-streamer @kiraisastay @hannahhbahng @backintomykpopphaseagain @sakufilms @hanjiquokkaaa @arloo00 @dunno-wut-to-do @splat00z

[overtrred28]

Something out of a rom com | Steph Catley x reader

Summary; The night of Steph’s 30th birthday party leads to the telling of your romantic love story that really should be made into a rom com. 

Words; 2.5k

Pairing; Steph Catley x reader

Warnings; none really, pure fluff

A/N; This is in honour of her birthday and I wrote it because I had the idea during a shower and I just had to write it. It might not be the best but hopefully it's cute and decently written. I’ve also got two blurbs for other players in the process atm so stay tuned for that!

The 26th of January. A seemingly normal day to most people, but it was in fact one of your favourites. It not only marks the day you met the love of your life and future wife, but it coincidentally happened to be her birthday as well. It also happened to be today's date once again. 

So here you sat in your shared living room, Steph snuggled up to you on the couch surrounded by some of the people who loved her the most after a very successful 30th birthday party. 

A lot of other party goers had left as it was getting late, except for almost half of her Arsenal teammates who always seemed to linger after events such as these, not that you minded. 

Different conversations littered the room, most didn’t make sense because of the alcohol that was still flowing. But it was the newest team member Emily Fox who brought the group back together. 

“So, how long have you guys been together?” Emily asked, sitting directly across the room from you and Steph. 

“Almost 3 years now.” Steph smiled at her and the rest of the group listened in. 

“Oh my god, their relationship story is like something out of a rom com!” Jen talked excitingly whilst looking at Emily. 

“What do you mean?” You looked at Jen first and then down to Steph who looked just as confused. 

“Wait, I’ve never heard the full story.” Kyra piped up from her place on the floor beside Alessia. 

“Me either.” Alessia raised a finger while looking between you and Steph.

“It’s not that exciting.” Steph let out a laugh which caused Kyra and Alessia to pout. 

“Yes it is. Now listen up children…” Beth cleared her throat from the other edge of the couch next to Viv who was rolling her eyes as Beth began to tell your love story. 

6 years ago, January 26th 2018

“Oh come on, just let us go out one last time before you leave me forever!” Your best friend was standing in your room as you laid on your bed and stared up at her. 

“Do I have to?” You tried giving her puppy eyes but it wasn’t working, she walked closer to your bed, sitting down and taking your hands in hers.

“You, my best friend of 10 plus years, are leaving me for London for who knows how long.” She pouted at you. “Of course you have to go out with me one last time. So get up, look hot and start drinking.” She pulled your covers off you and dragged you to your vanity, placing a drink in front of you and leaving to go get ready herself. 

Over an hour later you were both ready and a little tipsy, ready to leave and adventure into the Melbourne nightlife. 

It took a while for you to find a club that was half decent and didn’t have ridiculously overpriced drinks but you secured a place in the corner and were finishing your like 10th drink of the night. 

“I’m going to get another, you want one?” You shouted over the music to your friend and pointed to the bar. She shook her head before talking into your ear.

“I’m gonna go on the dance floor, come find me when you're done?” She pointed to where most people congregated and you sent her a thumbs up before weaving through way too many drunk people. 

You accidently bumped into someone as you tried to reach the bar, someone else pushing you in the crowd causing you to fall into her. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” You apologised as she began to turn around and you suddenly found yourself staring at the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen. 

“Don’t even, it’s so fine.” She replied with a sweet smile and placed a hand on your arm sending chills up it. 

“I’m going to take a wild guess and say it’s your birthday?” You laughed as your eyes drifted down the sash she was currently wearing. 

“My friends made me wear it, hoping I could score us a few free drinks.” She shook her head and laughed with you. 

“Well, let’s not disappoint and let me buy you a drink.” You smiled at her and if it weren't for the dark lighting, you would have seen the blush that accompanied her beautiful smile. 

“You don’t have to.” She immediately rejected but this time you reached down and held her arm. 

“I insist, birthday girl.” You winked before leading her through the crowd again and finally reaching the bar. “Order whatever you want.” You leant down to her ear as you waited for a bartender. 

She politely asked the bartender for her drink of choice before he looked over to you.

“Make it two, please.” You smiled before pulling your card out to pay. You both thanked the bartender before walking away and standing against a wall out of the way. 

“Thank you.” She looked up at you with a smile again. 

“My pleasure.” You couldn't stop staring at her, she was the most beautiful person ever and she was talking to you. “Wanna go dance? I told my friend I would meet her when I was done.” You asked after finishing your drinks in silence.

“I would love to, but…” She looked down at her watch and you could feel the smile falling off your face. “I’ve got an early morning and my cut off was supposed to be 12.” She made a pout at you.

“That’s okay, I get it.” You nodded and sent her a tight lipped smile.

“There is something I have to do before I go though.” She sent you a smirk and you creased your eyebrows in confusion. 

“What?” You looked down at her, barely having any time to think before she reached up and kissed you hard, placing a hand on your face. Immediately your hand fell to her waist and you fell into a rhythm.

The kiss was very nice and a little long but it ended and you parted with big smiles. 

“I really have to go now.” She smiled and let out a little laugh. 

“Okay cinderella.” You bit your lip before letting her go and she ran off through the crowd to find her friends. You stood in a daze for a second before a hand clasped your shoulder, shaking you out of your trance.

“Oh my god, who was that?” Your best friend had spotted the end of the kiss as she came to find you but didn’t see her face. 

“Um,” You blinked before turning to her. “I… don’t… know.” You realised she never shared her name and neither did you. And now she was gone; a mystery kiss from the mystery birthday girl. 

3 years later, May 19th 2021

You have been in London for 3 years now, working for an event planning company, establishing a close group of friends and having the time of your life. 

Some of the friends you made had managed to drag you along to a women's football match now that people were allowed back to the matches after the covid lockdown last year, despite your lack of interest in or awareness of the sport, either male or female.

So here you were at Meadow Park on a Wednesday evening, watching a sport you’ve never taken interest in but were enjoying to some degree in the fading spring sun.

“I told you. I knew you would enjoy it eventually.” Your friend shoved your shoulder after seeing you get up when it was thought a shot might finally go in for the home side and her team of choice, Arsenal. 

“Yeah, yeah.” You brushed her off, eyes focused on the game at play and becoming more and more invested with each pass. 

It wasn’t till halfway through the second half that a certain defender caught your eye as she ran past and towards the opposite end of the field. There was something about her that seemed so familiar but you couldn’t place it. 

The game ended in a 0-0 draw and left you with a new interest that would soon turn into a regular outing on Sundays and Wednesdays, instead of your regular dinner and drinks throughout the week. 

The players began to do their rounds and you stuck around, waiting to spot a certain defender once again and figure out the mystery that was the jersey with ‘Catley’ plastered over her back.

She had been talking with another player as they walked, eyes scanning the crowd for any fans with signs or hopeful smiles when she found your eyes further up, you resting along the barrier. The words fell from her lips and the player beside her was tapping her shoulder in an attempt to gain her focus once again but it was no use. 

“One sec.” She gently spoke before running over to where you were standing, now looking down at your phone and missing her completely until a familiar accent fell on your ears. 

“Hi.” She gave you a smile and your head whipped up from your screen, finding that beautiful face from all those years ago in your sights again. 

“Hi.” You breathed out as you assessed her features and reassured yourself you weren’t once again imagining those eyes that plagued your dreams every few months. 

“Fancy seeing you here, halfway across the world.” She spoke again, noticing that you were in a sort of daze still. 

“Uh yeah. Sorry, this is just so weird.” You shook your head, letting out a laugh. “Not in a bad way,” You spoke quickly. “I just never thought I would see you again. Especially not halfway across the world.” She smiled at your shyness, the opposite to the confident you she remembers; though you are quite confident with alcohol in your system. 

“Yeah.” Steph laughed and continued to analyse your features, every part of that night coming back to her in full view rather than scattered pieces of memory like she has for the last three years. 

“So,” You tried to keep the conversation flowing, realising you would have to wrap up soon so she could get back to her team and you to your friends. “Do you think I could finally get the name and number that's not on the back of your shirt? I think that’s something you forgot all those years ago.” You smiled at her and began pulling your phone from its place in your pocket. 

She let out a laugh, a real one before nodding. “Oh yeah. I guess so.” She held your phone in her hands and began adding a contact in, handing it back quickly. “There you go.”

“Thank you.” You took a look at your phone before returning eye contact with her, feeling once again that same thing inside your chest from the night you first met. “I’ll call you, Steph.” You nodded, beginning to retreat from the barrier and up the stairs. 

“And who should I be expecting said call from?” She called out to you, stopping you in your tracks to turn your head back around. 

“Y/N.” You smiled before being the one walking away this time and leaving her with a dazed expression and confused friends. 

“Who was that?” Beth appeared beside her, looking at the retreating girl Steph had just interacted with but couldn’t see the face. 

“Um,” Steph shook her head. “An…old…friend.” She turned her face to Beth who was more confused than ever but began walking towards the changerooms with the rest of the team. 

Over the next few weeks it seemed like you and Steph were texting every spare second you each had when she wasn’t training and you weren't working, even before you could finally arrange a time to meet up and have your official first date. 

She suggested you go out for dinner one night before she was set to go off and play in the delayed 2020 Tokyo Olympics over the summer. You had the best time together, chatting for hours and catching up on everything over the past few years, talking as if you had known each other forever. The night ended and she walked you back to your apartment which happened to be just down the street from hers, once again leaving you with a kiss that left you feeling dazed; but this time she couldn’t run and hide from you. 

After watching and cheering on Steph and the national team at the Olympics from home, you knew that this was the person you wanted to pursue a future with. 

So when she came back you made it official with one another, a private time for the two of you to continue to learn everything about one another until you were ready to share it with your friends and the world. 

After a few months of secretly dating, realising this is how the rest of your life was going to look like, you began to share with friends, family and eventually the media which caused a flurry in the football world because of Steph’s public status. It turned out to be even better for your relationship now that you could express your love for one another to other people. 

“And then last year, Steph decided to pop the question the day before Y/N wanted to do it.” Beth concluded the story, somehow managing to keep everyone invested despite the late hour and disappearing energy from tonight's events. 

“Thank you Beth, that was quite an accurate retelling.” You smiled over at the blonde, reaching out for a high whilst trying not to disturb Steph who had actually fallen asleep. “But I think you bored Stephy here to sleep.” You brushed the hair on her head and her eyes snapped open with a sharp inhale. 

“Huh?” Steph began to sit up, looking around the room in confusion, all of her teammates letting out small giggles, you simply looking down at her with admiration. 

“I think you’re too old now for all this partying darling.” You laughed at her watching her face form into a scowl. 

“I am 3 months older than you!” She pointed a finger at you, now pouting while looking up into your eyes. 

“Well this looks like fun, we’ll leave you two to it then.” Lia spoke for the group as they all began standing from their places, yourself and Steph rising from the couch too so you could say goodbye at the door. 

“Bye!” You both waved at the last people before you closed the door, Stephs arms securely wrapped around your waist, head against your chest. 

“Let’s get you to bed, cinderella.” You laughed, picking her up by her thighs and carrying her like a koala to your bedroom. 

“Thank you, my princess charming.” Steph mumbled into your neck, placing a soft kiss there while you let out a small laugh. Maybe this was like something out of a rom com.

THE END

[rosegrangerweasley-234]

Can you write a yandere Heather x Female Reader oneshot please? (From Httyd RTTE) Basically, the reader is the daughter of Viggo or Ryker (whichever you think best) but hates hunting dragons. When Heather and Daggur are brought to meet Viggo, Heather ends up talking to the reader for a while and Heather develops an unhealthy obsession over reader.

When the dragon hunters capture the Fightmare, Heather kidnaps the reader on Windshear and flies away into the night. Reader passes out and when reader wakes up, she's at a completely isolated place with just Heather and Windshear.

(If you write NSFW, can Heather send Windshear away to catch some fish or something whilst she and the reader do something. If you don't write NSFW, you can just completely ignore this part in the brackets)

(Of course WARNING KIDNAPPING SMUT SCENE IN A TENT AND LESBIANS )

Y/n’s POV I was reluctant to be next to my dad Viggo that dragon killer but he is still my dad so I had to sit down with him.He was talking to Ryker about their plans of getting rid of the dragon riders.Then the door open and one of my dad’s workers walked through the door with two others.One was a tall woman with black hair and green eyes while the other was a medium height man with red hair and blue stripes on his face.The female was very pretty while the man looked crazy.My dad got up and told Ryker and the red head “Dagger” to follow him and commanded me to stay.I nodded obediently and waited until the men left to get a better look at the woman.She had a silver shoulder gear,leather vest and a silver skirt thing that looked like dragon plates.She had gentle look on her face. “You are Viggo’s daughter right?” She said like she already knew that. “Yes Miss” I answered quietly.She smiled slightly. “You don’t have to be quiet you know.” She commented.I looked at her astonished.Nobody has ever told me that I didn’t have to stay quiet. “My name is Heather” She announced.I blinked,being startled out of my thoughts. “I’m Y/n.” I said softly still not being used to speaking out loud.She gave me a sweet smile. “I know that.” She remarked.I immediately blushed in embarrassment and stared at the ground.She giggled softly and told me that I didn’t have a reason to be embarrassed.I nodded and shook the blush off.I didn’t know how to start a conversation so I said what first came to mind. “Are you a dragon hunter or something else?” I asked curiously and looked up at her.She looked startled by the question but smiled again. “I have my own dragon but I wanted to work with my brother.” She answered.I smiled too. “Oh I really want a dragon but my dad would never allow it.” I responded bitterly with a fake smile.She nodded in understanding. “I figured that would be the case but I can show you Windshear if you want to.” Heather offered.I excitedly accepted it.She smiled and lead me to the deck where a beautiful metallic dragon was. I giggles excitedly and stood a foot away from the dragon. “She’s so pretty!!” I announced softly.Heather snickered and told me that I was allowed to touch Windshear. I was so excited because I never touched a dragon before.I hesitantly walked closer and gently put my hand on the dragon’s metallic coating. I was shocked at how the smoothness of the coating was so different than what it looked like.I kept giggling excitedly and turned to look at her.Her pupils were the basically the shape of hearts.She noticed me looking at her and shook her head. “Are you alright Heather?” I asked worryingly.She sighed softly and told me that she was alright. “I just never saw anyone that wasn’t immediately intimidated by Windshear.” She confessed. I smiled softly. “Well Windshear is very pretty and the people who got intimidated by this beauty was just jealous that a dragon was prettier than them” I remarked softly still petting Windshear.She smiled and said thank you.Later that night I was getting ready for bed thinking about that interaction. I immediately passed out on my bed.

Heather’s POV

I snuck into her bedroom through the window.I know that this is wrong but I had to keep her for myself and don’t let anyone else have her.Y/n’s hair was sprawled out and she looked so peaceful in her sleep. I walked to her bedside and picked her up gently.I carried her out the window and onto Windshear’s back. “Let’s go.” I commanded.Windshear leaped up and spread her wings and flew. I already prepared a good hiding space for Y/n in the lonely mountains where it was very inhabited and nobody knew about.Not even my brother.It took till sunrise but I finally arrived with the future wife of mine.It’s not traditional but I will make it acceptable because how are people going to judge me when there is nobody else there?I dismounted Windshear and walked into the campsite that I quickly made after meeting Y/n.She stirred a bit but she stayed asleep. I smiled softly at the sight. I went into the tent and laid her down. I laid down right beside her and stared at the wonderful sight of this sweet girl next to me.She woke up finally after a while.She sat up and stared at me in confusion. I sat up too and softly assured her that she was alright and go back to sleep. “Where am I?” She asked softly with a scared expression. “Shh it’s okay you are safe now.” I cooed softly and she relaxed slightly.That was a little bit surprising but it was a good thing that she already trusts me.She looked around and asked me if this was a tent. I nodded and went outside and she followed closely behind me.Something ran from a bush into another.Y/n yelped and jumped into my arms and I caught her.Her face was so scared that it was sort of cute?I laughed softly and caressed her back.She let out a small whine and hid her face into my neck. I immediately smirked. “Windshear go gather some fish.” I softly command.Windshear flew off to obey my command and I carried Y/n back into the tent.She gave me a confused look that quickly turned into a blush full one when I sat her down and climbed onto her.

SMUT BEYOND THIS POINT SO MDNI (anyone below 18+)

Y/n’s POV

I didn’t know what was happening is she interested in me already?Is that acceptable? I question but I knew I had a major crush on her but I barely knew her.She crashed her lips onto mine and I had to hold back a whimper.She was rough with her kisses but I wanted more even though this might be unacceptable.A woman being intimate with another woman?That was something that I never heard of.I grabbed the back of her hair and kissed her back.It was passionate.We made out for couple hours until she asked me something that made me turn a bright red mess. “Do you want to go to the next thing?” She mumbled against my lip. I immediately knew what she meant but I was too needy because of the kiss and I nodded.She smirked and took off her leather vest and the top garnet revealing her chest and muscular stomach.I took off my top clothing too.She leaned towards me and kissed me roughly.I kissed her back with the same roughness and my hands traveled everywhere on Heather’s body before resting on her chest. I blushed when I noticed what I did but I didn’t care.She broke the kiss and began marking my neck.I whimpered quietly and held on to Heather’s shoulder. I was so needy that the next out of my mouth surprised even me. “Please let me touch you more.” I begged.She smiled slightly. “You don’t have to ask.” She answered with a smirk.I immediately allowed my hands to touch all over Heather’s body.She asked if we could take the rest of the clothing off. I nodded and she stood up and took off her bottom clothing.I stared at her body it was soft but also strong at the same time.She giggled at my staring and I immediately got up too.I took off my bottom clothing.Heather looked me up and down like she was admiring the way I looked vulnerable.She grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to her.I almost groaned at the contact.She put a hand around my mouth. “We just got started but you don’t want it to end already right?” She questioned and I immediately panicked because I really needed it. “No don’t end it please..” I begged desperately behind her hand.She smiled and released my mouth.She sat down and pulled me onto her lap making me straddle her.I groaned quietly and wrapping my arms around Heather’s neck .She grabbed my waist and making my hips move against hers.I let out a string of silent whimpers. “You know that you can move on your own right?” She asked. I let out a long whine and rutted against her that made her groaned slightly.That encouraged me to go faster and that rewarded me with slightly louder groans.

*TIME SKIP* It was very intense but also very pleasurable.It lasted couple hours but when it ended We got our clothes back on and she held me until noon when Windshear finally came back with a lot of fish.We ate and after that me and Heather laid down and looked at the stars.

[elsweetheart]

little vi drabble … tryin things out ! ♡

vi was the best friend a girl could ask for. she always made sure to do her normal best friend duties. like, open jars for you that were too tight, listen to your excited rambles, reach things off the top shelf, finger you when you were in a bad mood. you know, regular bestie duties.

but there’d been no time for that, not lately anyway. caitlyn was always there. caitlyn, who was really proving herself to be kind and empathetic— but you couldn’t help but harbour a deep irritation everytime she spoke. more specifically, everytime she spoke to vi.

you’d been in a shitty mood all day, not cut out for the intense parkour and insanity that vi was so effortless in — and whilst there was usually a totally quick fix to this problem (involving your best friends middle and ring finger) you were in no place to be receiving, not with her hanging around.

you couldn’t help but well up when the scruffy red head dropped her hands down onto your shoulders, demanding your attention. caitlyn stood by the door, arms folded over her chest nervously.

“i need you to stay behind and hold down the fort. we’re not gonna be gone longer than a day, but i need you to tell me you’re gonna stay right here. where you’re safe.” she stressed, eyes wide and concerned. you wanted to argue, but you knew it wasn’t up for debate with her. not after what happened to powder.

instead, your concerns drifted over to the tall, pale woman by the door. “you’re going with her?” you let the brattiness slip out. you didn’t mean to, but you couldn’t help feel left out. a tension rolled over the room like summer heat and vi scratched the back of her head, turning to caitlyn.

“you wanna wait outside? i’ll be out in a minute.” she sighed, voice softer now as she had picked up on your mood. the newbie gave her a nod, offering you an awkward parting smile before scurrying away. vi turned back to you, giving you a look. “what, you jealous now?” she teased, lips tugging up as she stepped closer toward you.

you huffed out your nose, bottom lip sticking out as you shrugged. she faltered, softening a little.

“i know what you need.” she stepped closer into your space, fingers looping into your belt loops. you gazed up at her, wide eyed — following her every move. “and you know i wanna give it to you… but we have to go.” she sighed, voice raspy with need. you couldn’t help but let out a quiet whine from the back of your throat. she chuckled, rolling her eyes. “i know.”

she stepped away, giving you an obvious once over. when the pout didn’t remove itself from your face at the promise of her returning to you tomorrow and making you feel good, her shoulders dropped a little. “you really don’t like her?”

you shrugged one more, and you knew you were being childish. but you couldn’t admit you were jealous — you were best friends, over everything. you didn’t want to ruin things. “guess i just don’t like it when other people steal my nickname.” you mutter and she squints, brain wracking itself for context. she realised, and her brows straightened out.

“is this because i called her cupcake?”

you said nothing, lifting your shoulders in a theatrical shrug this time making her resist an amused eyeroll.

“come on, that was a joke.” she laughed. you refused to lighten up, feeling more and more embarrassed as the conversation unfolded. you should definitely just stop talking. when you didn’t laugh, she stepped towards you again, catching your gaze and holding your doe eyed one with her own firey leer. her strong hand caressed your tummy, before sliding smoothly down your waistband, surpassing your underwear and cupping your hot cunt. you sucked in a shaky breath when her middle finger circled around your entrance, collecting the moisture gathered by your frustrated mood.

she pulled her hand out sooner than you’d have liked, your eyes glued to hers as she stuck the finger in her mouth, sucked it clean before pulling off with an obscene pop. “you know there’s no one sweeter than you, cupcake.”

frozen, your eyes didn’t move from her lips as you spoke softly. “are you seducing me into not being mad at you?”

her face scrunched in offence. “i would never do that!” you didn’t miss the sly smile and charming head tilt afterwards. “why, is it working?”

you sighed, coming back to yourself as you pushed her away gently. she chuckled, softly gripped your chin for a moment before detaching and walking backwards away from you now. come back, come back, come back.

“well, i better go.”

“you’re mean.” you shake your head, hiding your smile as you cross your arms stubbornly.

“you love it.” she grins charmingly, turning around to walk towards the door. you watch her toned back move, lusting.

“no. i hate you.” you breathe out, distracted. when she reaches the door, she spins around on her heel— her smirk morphing into another expression of faux-offence, a hand clutching her chest over her heart.

“ouch. tough talk from someone who’s gonna be folded like a pretzel tomorrow when i get home.” she smirked, watching the way you gape at the vulgar imagery. “see ya, princess.” she winks before swinging herself out the door and away.

tomorrow couldn’t come sooner.

[yourlocaltrashcan657]

Mental Hospital AU! Yandere! Attack on Titan x Female Reader

Chapter 13- Armin

After break, you reminded yourself that you had Lunch Duty with the others and had to go to the Cafeteria instead of the Lounge Room.

Making her way to Ward 1 again, she met up with Hange who had been smirking.

”Hello Hange. How’s your day been so far?” Y/N asked nicely.

”It’s been fun. I got to hear a bit of gossip but nothing too good..” Hange said, her smirk growing larger.

”Oh I’m not one for gossip, especially in a workplace.” Y/N explained uninterested.

“What?! Everyone loves a bit of workplace gossip! Heck even Moblit, my assistant, does. Don’t you wanna know?” Hange began to ask.

”Does it really matter?” Y/N said, turning the corner to see Erwin standing at very end of the hall.

”Oh god he’s right there too.. I’ll tell you quickly!” Hange squealed.

”Oh go on then.” Y/N said, only a few meters away from Erwin.

”ApparentlyEyebrowslikesyou!” Hange quickly whispered before dashing the other way, leaving a confused yet flushed Y/N.

”Y/N? Are you okay?” Erwin asked as he approached her statue figure. “Why did Hange run off.?”

”O-Oh it nothing really!” Y/N stuttered nervously.

”You seem pretty red. Are you sure you are okay Y/N? Maybe you should skip this and have me take you to the medic.” Erwin suggested.

”N-No no! It’s fine, just a bit warm y’know?” Y/N chuckled before swiping her lanyard and heading in.

Y/N saw Armin at his desk, sitting up straight and reading a book. Smiling and walking towards him she stood at his side as he closed the book and looked at her.

”Hello Y/N.” Armin said bluntly. “You look quite red-“

”I’m a-alright!” Y/N quickly said before regaining her posture and handing back the book the he gave her.

”I read the book you gave me yesterday.” Y/N said. ”It’s really nice and is just like the real ocean.”

Armin beamed at her. It was only yesterday that she was given the book, and the very same day she finished it? It was quite length as well so could she have done it just for him?

”Thats nice.” Armin muttered. “When did you see the ocean?”

”Oh roughly a few years ago. I have lots of pictures but I can’t show you because it’s on my phone.” Y/N said sadly.

”Thats too bad. I would’ve really liked to see you and the ocean in one photo, it would’ve looked amazing.”

The two talked more about the ocean and how beautiful it is. Erwin could only have his ear against the door and hope that Y/N called for his help or to be taken away.

”You get to have lunch with everybody else, don’t you?” Y/N asked.

”Oh yes. I’m not very excited about it but at least I’ll get to see Eren and a few others.” Armin said.

”I have Lunch Duty today so I’ll get to see you for a few extra minutes but we won’t be able to talk.” Y/N explained.

“That’s a shame. We only have 15 minutes left to talk and I bet that you’ll have to leave early to get to the cafeteria whilst we all line up.” Armin said.

”It’ll be alright-“ Y/N began to say until the door opened and she saw Erwin standing there.

”Y/N, you have Lunch Duty-“ Erwin said.

”She knows. You can leave now, we have 14 minutes and her heading there early isn’t going to do anything.” Armin interrupted.

”It’s protocol.” Erwin said whilst smirking.

”Sorry Armin, I have to get going just like you said..” Y/N said as she waved goodbye and left.

”Don’t interrupt me again, Arlert.” Erwin muttered.

”Don’t listen in on other people’s conversations, Erwin.” Armin said before looking back at his desk.

Erwin could only scoff and leave the cell as he made his way towards his office.

Y/N had went to the Cafeteria to see Sasha waiting patiently. There’s were other people in the room that she couldn’t recognise.

“Hey Sasha. Where’s Krista and Ymir?” Y/N asked.

”Oh I saw Ymir walking towards Krista’s Ward so she’s probably waiting for her. They might take a while.” Sasha explained. “Hey! When those patients walk in you can tell me who is who.” 

“Sure. It’ll be nice to see some of yours too.”

[inlovewithregencyera]

Elmsworth House, July 4th, 1818

Martha: Oh dear cousin how I've missed you!

Aurelia: Oh Martha!

Ashley: It's very good to see you cousin! We are so very happy to have you here! I'm glad Patience and I have returned from Winshire in time for your arrival!

Aurelia: And you as well Ashley! I'm glad to be here.

Patience: Ashley you've acted like you've not seen her in a year, please calm yourself.

Ashley: Oh yes dear, I fear I've excited myself too much.

Peregrine: *scribbling manically* Good to see you, dear Aurelia! And Patience, must you always be a nuisance? Stop being blue-deviled.

*Patience scoffs*

Helena: Oh will you all hush up! Lord Worthington is in our presence!

Frederick: No need to make accomodations for me Lady Helena. The times in the library with my family were more chaotic than this.

Helena: Oh I'm sure of it! With 4 sisters and a mother, I'm positive you and your father never knew peace!

Martha: Aurelia, do take a turn around the room with me!

Aurelia: Well what did you want to discuss?

Martha: My God! I must tell you how annoying that Patience is.

Aurelia: *giggling* Oh Martha you tell me this every time I'm here!

Martha: Oh yes, she's absolutely insufferable. I can barely stand her

Aurelia: Oh, I'm sure.

Martha: I have the most exciting news...

Aurelia: And that would be?

Martha: Well, I-

Patience: Martha! May you help me relocate my fan! I seem to have lost it.

Martha: Well can't you ask-

Patience: No! You are the closest and I don't want to ask your poor mother or dearest Aurelia.

Martha: Well why can't Ash-

Ashley: Well no Lord Worthington! I don't like The Castle of Otranto, it's frightening!

*Frederick and Peregrine sigh*

Patience: He's preoccupied! And he could scarcely find his head if it wasn't attached to his shoulders.

Martha: *scoffs* Fine. Excuse me, Aurelia, I shall tell you when I return.

Martha: And where did you leave it?

Patience: Oh! Near the stairs!

Martha: Seriously Patience?!

Patience: *in between kisses* Why have you not returned my letters?

Martha: *in between breaths* Because...

Patience: Oh, *kisses neck* don't tell me you're infatuated with *breathing hard* Aurelia.

Martha: No, it's something else.

Patience: *eye starts twitching* Is it that scullery maid Verity again? Because God if so-

Martha: You're extremely jealous, it vexes me.

Patience: How couldn't I be. Have you *nose rub* seen yourself?

Martha: *pushing off* Stop. Please.

Patience: We haven't kissed since April. You barely touch me anymore. God knows how long it's been since we made love.

Martha: Not since March 22nd.

Patience: And why is that?

Martha: I'm not sure Patience. Perhaps it's the fact that you're married to my brother?

Patience: Oh you know he might as well be an invalid. He lets me do what I please. We haven't even consummated our m-

Martha: Stop it. Don't talk of him in such ways. And it's my fault you haven't consummated it, you won't let him touch you! You're lucky he's told Mama and Papa so they wouldn't call a physician to examine you!

Patience: You know he's weak.

Martha: Patience Ramsbury, you are too. I'm done with this conversation, I will not have you insulting my brother and your HUSBAND in front of me.

Patience: Wait! What were you telling Aurelia that was so urgent?

Martha: You'll find out soon enough. Excuse me.

Ashley: Oh good you've returned! But without my dearest, where is she?!

Martha: In her room, you should go keep her company!

Ashley: Oh of course! *shouting whilst running* MY LOVE! I'M COMING.

Peregrine: It pains me I cannot have a son like you, Lord Worthington. It truly does. God, where did I go wrong.

Helena: Oh hush up! You know he's always been a good boy.

Peregrine: Yes, yes he has. I blame myself for letting you nurse him.

Aurelia: What did you want to tell me?

Martha: Oh! *whispers*

Aurelia: Really?!

Martha: Yes, it's most exciting! You mustn't tell Mama or Patience yet. Only Ashley and Papa know.

Martha: You mustn't tell Lord Worthington either...

Aurelia: What are you implying?

Martha: You've got that look in your eye again. Something occurred between the two of you...

Aurelia: Dear Martha, you tease me! I assure you...nothing has happened between us.

Martha: We'll see about that...

Helena: Oh my, I've completely forgotten! We are having dinner with the Carews tonight! Aurelia, you and Lord Worthington will attend and I'll have you seated beside one another!

Aurelia: ....

Frederick: I-

Peregrine: If that is agreeable to you of course Lord Worthington.

Frederick: Yes-I mean absolutely! I will happily sit beside Aurelia.

Peregrine: Capital! Tonight will be a night to remember. Helena, do make sure you shove Laudanum down Patience's throat. I'm sure she'll tire our guests with her mawkish chatter.

Helena: Of course my love!

[ask-the-royal-absol]

There was a loud, childish gasp as Ondorus immediately bolted his way towards Destino. His eyes glimmered with excitement, as he observed all around the specimen. "!!!Aaaaa, you look so fluffy and cool and awesome and blue and, and--".

Whoa there buddy. The little celestial Eevee had to take a quick breather, as it would seem he couldn't contain his immediate admiration. It may either be because he is intrigued by the sight of an Absol or is just simply particularly interested in Dark types.

Nevertheless...

Before he could say anything, he took notice of something. Something that he couldn't jelp but ask and point out. "Oh, mister! You look like you have some wet boogies on your eyes! Did something happen? Orrrrrr did you had one of those long good or bad sleepy mee-mees that make your eyes get the icky boogers on them?"

*Oh great. A child. Destino’s favourite. The prime couldn’t help but feel disgusted at the excitement. Of course they appreciated the praise, what Pokémon wouldn’t? But it was everything else about this child’s demeanour that made Destino want to gag. Time to add a little drama. Make this child feel bad. Bonus points if they made this child cry.*

Destino: It’s like none of you choose to listen. What’s the point in me even picking a gender if none of you can follow it? Does being the Prime of the Underdark mean nothing to you?! Come on! I just did a whole gender explanation presentation like an hour or so ago. It was an entire thing. Silhouettes and all. It even had colours. Do I need to go through it all again?

*They pause their dramatic arm waving and gesturing to take a good, long look at the eevee in front of them. A claw rests on their chin, whilst they make a small humming sound.*

Destino: Actually, wait. Just taking one look at you says it all. How could I have not seen it sooner? You’re an idiot. I doubt anything goes into that thick skull of yours. I would ask if there’s a shred of intelligence in you but I doubt you even know what that word means. Is there a brain in there? Anything at all? Considering how you talk to royalty, I really doubt it. Let me say this for you really slowly so your tiny brain can understand what the deal is.

*Destino holds up their middle claw of their left paw.*

Destino: On this side, we have a man.

*They hold up their right paw, displaying another middle claw for the eevee.*

Destino: This right here is a woman.

*Destino brings the two middle claws together and waves them around, very proudly displaying the rude gesture.*

Destino: And that’s me. Gender? I don’t see her. I’m far too amazing for that. Does your simple brain understand now? Or does the little baby need some time to process?

Destino: And do you come up to every Pokémon and talk about their lack of sleep? What’s up with that? And right after I’ve woken up with no sleep due to my prophecy dreams too. Why look at my face that closely? I mean, I get it. I’m clearly the most beautiful absol you’ve ever laid your eyes on. Everyone can recognise that fact, young and old. But there’s this little thing called personal space. Someone as idiotic as yourself should be able to understand that basic concept. Honestly, what a poor impression you’ve made of yourself. If you were trying to gain my approval, you clearly have no idea how to do it.

*Destino hoped Felix wasn’t listening in. They knew he’d never approve of them bullying a child. But it was so much fun being dramatic. They really didn’t care at all; they just utterly despised children.*

[randomblog444]

Favorite movie

Robin Buckley x female reader

Tw: mentions of homophobia, not proofread, using of y/n

„You will never know, if she maybe likes you, if you never ask her to hang out“ she hears Steve‘s voice from the back. Her eyes rolling at the statement from her best friend. „It’s not that easy, Harrington, just imagine, we hang out. I make a move, she is straight and then I will be known as the disgusting lesbian all over the city“

She was right, and he knew, but if he has to hear Robin talk about her crush on this girl for much longer, he will freak out. „Robin, you know I am not the smartest person, but she so has a thing for you, even a blind person could see“

Again, he was right. Y/n has been openly flirting with her, everytime she came to pick out a new movie. Last time she was at Family video, he almost vomited because of the way she looked at his colleague. All the flirting going right over her head.

Robin was about to make another snarky comment but was interrupted by the front door opening. The unfamiliar face walking in with a big smile. „Talking of the devil“ Steve murmured after seeing y/n entering the store, turning back around leaving the register to leave them both behind.

„Hey Robin“ her beautiful, red coated lips spoke and Robin swore, her heart started beating even faster. She looked as gorgeous as ever, wearing a long, flowy skirt, plastered with flowers. „Hey y/n“ Robin stammered after a silence that was way to long and awkward in her opinion.

Her lips curled into a smile, hearing Robins flustered words from the place she was standing. She would never admit to anyone, too scared of being judged, but she probably had the biggest crush on the girl, working at family video.

„Can I help you with anything?“ Robin asked coming out from behind the register to stand next to the other girl. It had been a slow day, only having two other customers besides her crush. „You know, I was wondering, what is your favorite movie?“ the question came as a surprise. Robin has been asked this question by many customers before her, but somehow hearing those words out of her mouth, it felt different, special. Like she really cared about her opinion on movies.

„That is a Good question, it actually is“ her words were stopped after feeling y/n‘s hand reach for hers. Visibly flustered she looked down at the girls hand, her red painted nails wrapping around her wrist. „Why don‘t you just show me, which one it is?“

Still overwhelmed by the touch of her crush, she slowly made her way into the direction of her favorite tape. Her hand never leaving her wrist while she followed the cute girl. „This is it“ handing her the movie, whilst looking at her face for a reaction.

Scanning the cover, her lips curled up into a beautiful smile. „Great, I’ll take this“ she said handing the tape back to Robin. They both made their way to the register, to get the movie checked out. „Here you go“ Robin said putting the movie back into her perfectly manicured hands. „Tell me how you liked it when you watched it, I am very excited to hear about your opinion“

„Maybe, we could watch this movie together“ y/n said in a small voice, taking all of her courage to ask this question. Almost missing the small whisper, Robins eyes went wide. „Yes, yes I would love to“ she blurted out a little too loud. A smile making its way on both of their lips, „how about you come over to mine tonight“ she added, hoping not to weird her out. Nodding her head yes, Robin slowly took a pen and started to write her address on her delicate arm. Both of them sharing another smile. „Can’t wait“

Still not able to believe what just happened, she just stood there, watching the girl leaving the store hurriedly. „Told you“ Steve came creeping up behind her, scaring her whilst doing so. Robin only being able to smile, having nothing to add to that.

A few hours later, Robin was already wating patiently for the girl to arrive at her house. She had prepared popcorn, got all the drinks she thought that y/n would like and laid blankets out on her couch. Glady her parents had been out for the night so, she didn’t have to worry about them.

The ring of the doorbell took her out of her thoughts, she wasted no time running to the front door. And there she stood, her long hair bunched up into a bun on top of her head, wearing an oversized sweater and some gray sweatpants, her smile bigger than ever.

They got in and wasted no time getting to watch the movie. Robin could tell, y/n really liked the movie she picked out, the both of them discussing the things that happened and sharing some laughs at the funny scenes. As the movie took its end, both of them were sitting super close to each other, not wanting the evening to end.

„How about we watch another movie, I still have a horror movie I picked up weeks ago“ the short haired girl suggested. Y/n really wasn’t a big fan of scary movies, but she could never turn down the pretty girls suggestion.

The movie started and y/n felt herself getting super anxious, unknowingly starting to scoot even closer to the other girl. Robin on the other hand couldn’t pay attention to the movie as she felt her get closer to her. „Do you want me to turn it off?“ she asked calmly.

Shaking her head, not wanting to disappoint her, straightening herself up again. „It’s fine, don’t worry about me“ y/n let out with a shaky breath. Robin could tell she was scared, so she scooted closer to the frightened girl. This was it, she would risk it all, she thought.

Taking all of her courage, she took her arm and put it around the other girls shoulder. Y/n froze, thinking that she fucked it up, Robin was ready to pull her arm back, but suddenly, she could feel the girl leaning into her side, getting comfortable against her body. Too scared to say anything, Robin just enjoyed the closeness to her crush. A few moments later she could actually feel her falling asleep against her.

As the movie was over, Robin shook the girls body slightly to wake her up. Probably still in her dream state, y/n only wrapped her hands around the other girls body, making it impossible for Robin to make another move. Not wanting to bother the girl even more, she just decided to cuddle up against her and lay with her on the couch, that was actually way to small to fit both of them.

At that moment, Robin couldn’t care less about what was going to happen, when y/n was going to wake up, this was too good to be ended. Pushing away all of her negative thoughts, she fell asleep with the girl, she had such a big crush on, knowing, that it was probably not the last time, the both of them would end up sleeping with each other.

[dr-abitat-blog]

Day 28: "I didn't think the wound was that bad..."

@ailesswhumptober

T/W: Multiple whumpees, caged, muzzled, lycanthrope, bear-trap, infection

Harvey (POV) and Lyall belong to @whumpsmith

I had really been looking forward to this camping trip. All summer long I had been so excited about getting out into the beautiful forest and exploring all the wonderful plants and wildlife with my friends and Mom. It was meant to be fun, adventurous and a time for us all to enjoy ourselves. That’s what Mom had said.

…but that’s not what happened. Well, it started off well enough with all of us setting up our tents, telling ghost stories by the fire and canoeing on the river — but that’s when it all went wrong. Somehow our boat got swept away and we ended up completely lost away from the others. With no shelter, we had to make our own. Luckily, I was a big help with that! Well, Cassie and Lyall said I was. With the way my family lived — and considering my secret ‘nature’ — I had easily been able to find us a cave to shelter in, berries to eat and I’d even gone hunting and caught us some food! Sin had tried to join me with her own ability to shapeshift, so I got to teach her a few lycanthrope tricks — but that was where I went wrong. I thought there were no other people around, but there were. They saw us in our wolf forms and then the next day…they took Sin and Lyall away. They must have thought Lyall was me, because they were hunters. They talked about selling them. Just hearing them talk and wave their big metal guns around…i-it was horrible.

And it was my fault.

Cassie told me it wasn’t. Even with her own fear, she told me it would be fine, that we’d get them back. That’s what supers did — and it was just the two of us alone. Lyall and Sin needed us and I had to be brave to help save my friends, just like a real hero. After all, we’re a pack — and the pack always protects each other, no matter what.

That’s why we’re here right now, crouching just meters away from their lone cabin in the depths of the forest. We’d managed to track them down after finding and threatening one of the hunters, which left three of them between us and our friends. Even now I still don’t know exactly how we’re going to beat them, but Cassie is clever and strong — she’s like a leader. I trust her.

“When I give the signal, I need you to sneak around to the back and get them out,” she tells me quietly, “I’ll keep those guys busy in the meantime. Just…whatever happens, don’t get caught.”

“I won’t,” I answer back, sending her as confident a nod as I can. “You be careful too, Cassie. These guys are really bad — m-maybe they work with the aliens.”

I catch the briefest flicker of…something across her face as I bring up the aliens that kidnapped me over a year ago. The aliens that kept hurting me and experimenting on me, keeping me in a cage away from my family—

“Maybe...but one thing’s for sure — it’s our job to kick bad guy butt, right?”

“Y-yeah, especially anyone that hurts our friends!” 

I can’t help it as my tails wags ever so slightly in passionate agreement. “Alright. I’ll go round the back. See you in a bit?”

She leans over to give me a quick hug. Her black hair tickles my cheek as she withdraws again, taking her position near the front of the cabin. With her in place, I scamper over to the back and shoot a thumbs up at Cassie. Responding with a small whistle, she uses her powers to launch a rock at the nearest window, whilst I hurry in through the unlocked door towards the back. The sounds of the hunters’ yelling and storming out to the front immediately sounds out, accompanied by the faint cries coming from the very back. I waste no time in bounding over there, temporarily changing enough to smash open the door with the force of my paws. One hunter waits inside for me — and right behind him is—! “Hmmv?!”

…our friends, Lyall and Sin. Both of them have been crammed into horrible barred cages, chains keeping their wrists cruelly cuffed to the bars. I see the fresh purple bruises on Lyall’s face and the tears still wet on Sin’s white cheeks, both of them wearing a horrible leather muzzle strapped tightly over their mouths, as if to stop them biting. I almost shudder at the thought of how it should have been me in Lyall’s cage, with the muzzle over my mouth — but the hunter is already raising his weapon.

“S-stay back, Wolfie!” He holds a small stun gun out threateningly. It only takes a menacing loud growl and a sharp swipe of my paw to knock the thing from his hands. A few moments later I have him pressed to the floor, begging for me not to kill him as he scrabbles desperately for freedom. Just like Mom taught me, I take a bite out of his ankle — just enough to make sure he won’t follow us — before turning my attention to our wide-eyed friends. Sin is closest, so I pull the door off her cage first, yanking it off with all of my strength and doing the same to Lyall’s. Grabbing the keys from the nearby hook, I unlock the chains around Sin’s and Lyall’s wrists, hearing their quiet sobs of relief as the chains clatter to the ground. Fingers will be more useful on the muzzle straps than paws, so I change back to my human form, crouching down to get the horrible muzzle off of Sin’s mouth. Cassie hurries inside a moment later and quickly does the same for Lyall.

“H-hang on, Sin — nngh — sorry these are fiddly. Did they hurt you?”

She draws in a shaky breath as she shakes her head, gasping as I finally get the muzzle off her.

“Nmmgh—ah! H-Harv…”

Tears fill her eyes as she half-hugs me. “I-I will be fine, are you—”

“Don’t worry, we’re okay—Cassie, did you get—”

“No, thankfully. I can’t say the same for them though,” she adds with a tiny smirk, “There you go, Lyall — can you stand?” “Nngh, th-think so…” The smaller boy leans against her a little for support, whilst I allow Sin to hold my hand so I can pull her to her feet. “L-let’s just get out of here already.”

“Yeah, we need to find Mom and the others,” I agree, “but we need to move quickly!” Despite the tired and abused state of our friends, we make good progress out of the cabin, starting back towards the forests, holding onto each for—

“There! They’re over there! GET THEM!”

I shoot a terrified glance over my shoulder, eyes widening in horror. The hunters are back on their feet, spreading out to give chase, like prey—!

“Oh God—come on, stick together, hurry!” Cassie hurriedly leads us away. We scramble through the trees, desperately trying to avoid them, keeping to the paths, stumbling along as fast as we—

“AGH!” My hackles — well, the hairs on the back of my neck — shoot up at Sin’s familiar panicked shriek.

“S-Sin?!” Even in my human form I throw myself onto all fours, backtracking down the previous path. I immediately spot her bright red hair being tossed about frantically as she struggles and pulls against the metal teeth biting into her ankle. I instantly recognise it from my lessons with Annika.

“Wh-what happened?!”

Cassie and Lyall are close behind me. All four of us drop down next to her. I pale a little, especially as the blood matches her hair as it drips down her ankle.

“Th-that’s a hunter’s trap — a bear trap! It’s got her!”

“Not if we can get her out! Harv, give me a hand!” It takes a lot of pulling and prying at the trap to free her foot from its clutches. The entire time the hunters are getting closer, gaining on us. The leaves crunch under their boots. A few gunshots even sound, as if to scare us out of hiding.

“Come out come out wherever you are~”

I hold back a frightened whimper, instead focusing on helping Sin twist out of the trap.

“I-it’s okay, Sin, you’ll be okay. We’ve got you — c-come on!”

She’s in a lot of pain. I can tell that instantly — but she puts on a brave face as always and bites through it. Finally, the trap opens with a sickening squelch, allowing her to writhe out. Her pained cries tear at my chest, my ears falling down as I squeeze her hand, trying to comfort her. “Th-that’s it, we’re okay, we’re all going to be okay — r-right, Cassie?” “I…y-yeah. We’ll be just fine, Harv.”

Her voice shakes ever so slightly despite her confident stance, especially at the sound of another gunshot. “W-we need to keep going. I’ve got Lyall — can you take Sin?”

“Of course I can. I-I’ll carry her on my back!” “Nngh — th-thanks, Harv…”

“Don’t thank me yet, the bad guys are still close — hang on, it might get hairy.”

Closing my eyes, I allow myself to change once again, assuming my wolf form to make it easier for Sin to ride on my back. Her fingers rest against my fur, clinging to it like a lifeline for support as I quickly patter after Cassie and Lyall. I lose track of how long we’re stuck in that forest, or how long we limp and run to get away from our pursuers. My heart is pounding the entire time. Fear spikes through me every second — just like back with the aliens — but eventually…we make it out. We lose the hunters and we find the same cave we took shelter in on the first night. By now, the sun is already starting to set. Even my legs start to shake.from exhaustion as I sink down to the ground.

“W-we made it,” I pant, starting to change back, “Now all we have to do is find where everyone else went right?”

Cassie nods to me tiredly, although the relief is clear on her face as she helps Lyall sit down.

“No telling where they could be,” he murmurs, running a hand over his face. “And something tells me those guys won’t give up easily. Th-they talked about selling us on, about the things they would do to us—”

“W-well they won’t be doing that now! You and Sin are all safe and—Sin?” I suddenly notice…how quiet she is. 

O-oh no…

Getting a bad feeling, I quickly shuffle over to her, noting the sweat beading her forehead and the way she shivers on the ground.

“C-cold…”

“D-don’t worry, you’ll be—”

I cut myself off as I finally get a better look at her foot. Scarlet streams out from the now open wound. A few small particles glint from inside of it, trapped, clear liquid seeping out from the glistening layers of exposed flesh. A panicked howl escapes me.

“Oh no—C-Cassie!” “Harvey what—o-oh crap.”

She covers her mouth, dropping to her knees beside me as she takes in the state of Sin’s bloody injury. “I-it looks infected…”

Oh no, that’s bad — isn’t it?

“I didn’t think the wound was that bad…”

Cassie just stares at it, gritting her teeth.

“Harvey, we need to dress it—Harvey!”

“I-I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s not your fault — but we need to clean it now before she gets sick.  Can you find something?” “I-I’ll try!” I don’t waste another second as I scamper away. My nose is put to immediate use, sniffling around for any plants or supplies that could be used to help cover her wound. It takes a good few minutes, but I finally find some sturdy leaves to use as a makeshift dressing, as well as some of our spare drinking water to clean it. As I bring the items to Cassie, she sets to work in using them on Sin, gently soothing her pained murmurs.

“Shhh, it’s okay. Y-you’re doing great, Sin.”

“Nngh…I-I want to go home…”

“Y-yeah, me too. I want Mom.”

I can’t help but sniffle faintly as I curl my tail around myself in shame. “I-I’m sorry. I should have realised something was wrong.”

In response, Cassie starts…gently stroking my head. Her eyes are soft and teary behind her glasses.

“D-don’t say that, Harv. You — you’ve been so brave today. You helped get them out — without you I…I-I don’t think we’d have made it.”

Me…brave? I can only stare at her in disbelief, a few tears stinging my eyes.

“You…y-you really think so?”

“Definitely,” Cassie nods with no hesitation, “We’re so lucky to have you with us, Harv.”

For the first time all day, I manage an encouraging smile, closing my eyes and leaning into Cassie’s gentle strokes.

“Th-thanks, Cass.”

“Anytime — although the temperature will start dropping soon.”

“Yeah, we’ll need some firewood or something,” Lyall coughs from the other side of the cave, “Unless we want to freeze our asses off out here.”

Tilting my head in his direction, I bear my teeth into a confident smile.

“I’m on it.”

Working quickly, I gather just enough logs for us to make a fire. Once it’s flickering away, the four of us huddle around it for warmth, staring up at the beautiful starry sky outside of our cave. The whole time I keep my ears alert, listening out for the faintest howl that might be from Mom. I hear nothing all night, even when the fire is put out and we snuggle up to sleep. By that time my confidence is fading quickly. Sin is becoming a little drowsy and feverish,  Lyall is absolutely exhausted and Cassie’s eyes are filled with helpless tears.

If we don’t get out of here soon then Sin will get sicker. We could all get sick — a-and then the hunters might catch up — and then—th-then…

 Similar tears soon crawl down my own face as I close my eyes for an unsettled night, no doubt to be plagued by nightmares of the aliens.

P-please find us soon, Mom.

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𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 | 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 10k

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: fourth chapter! i'm so sorry that this has taken so long, work really has been kicking my arse but I've finally managed to get this out for you and I really hope you enjoy it! this is probably the chapter you've all been waiting for (me too don't worry) and i would really love to hear all of your thoughts about it so please come and chat to me about it!!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, talk of rehab and drug overdose, sexual content, a fucking amazing green camper and harry being a 70s rockstar pt.4 but also the guy of all our dreams.

𝐩𝐥𝐬 𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟑 here

Minnesota, Winter 1973

“Morning Fiona,” YN smiled at another woman in the facility as YN passed her, making her way towards the conservatory.

The conservatory was YN’s favourite room in the entire facility. It was light, with windows on each of the walls as well as one of the most comfortable sofas that YN had ever sat on. It was decorated with pillows and flowers, and sort of had an old person feel about it, but YN didn’t mind. In fact, it had a very comforting feel about it. It was calm, and relaxing and it was a place where YN could come and do whatever she wanted to do.

In the first few weeks that she was at the facility, YN would spend every minute that she wasn’t sleeping, eating or in therapy in that room. Whilst she was going through the heaviest part of her withdrawals, where she was getting used to everything being real again it was the only place that she could truly feel like herself. At that point, she would just sit there and think. She would think about everything that she had done, and everything that had been done and reflect.

The drugs were bad, and the abuse of them was even worse but the thing that upset YN the most, and she had to work through the most was everything that she’d done to Vivienne and Harry. All that the two of them had done was to help her – they truly did care about her, and she had repaid them by fucking things up to the highest degree.

That room was one of the places where YN had truly started to feel like herself again, and she was thankful for it.

“YN!” One of the workers, Mary, called from the next room.

“Yes, Mary?” YN called back, standing up from the sofa that she was sitting on.

“There’s a call for you.”

YN didn’t hesitate to pick up her pace and make her way to the phone. She placed the receiver up to her ear and leaned against the wall.

“Hello?”

“Hi babe!” It was Vivienne, and YN almost squealed there and then.

“Viv!” YN laughed, “How are you?”

“I’m good babe, I’m good,” She laughed, “How are you? How is it there?”

“It’s good, Viv, it’s good,” YN laughs, “I’m doing good, I’m doing better.”

YN had been at the facility now for just over a month. It was the first time that she had spent Christmas not at home. Before leaving home, Christmas was a day that she spent with her family and would count down the hours until bedtime, but when she moved in with Vivienne – Christmas was the day that they ate shitty food and just spent together. It was difficult, but all YN had to remember was that she was doing this so she could have much happier Christmases in the future without any influences.

Now that she had done a month, it was time to start discussing when YN was coming home.

“I’m glad, babe,” YN could hear Vivienne’s smile through the receiver, “Anyway, I was just phoning about coming to pick you up.”

“Viv, I’m so excited to see you,” YN sighs leaning her head against the wall, smiling like crazy.

YN knew that her being in rehab was something that she had to do, and she was doing it because she needed to get better. But one of the things that she was really struggling with was being away from Vivienne. It was worse than tour because this time she didn’t have the booze and the drugs to forget – instead she had to think about it.

One of the things that YN didn’t realise was how much she would think of Harry. Being sober and thinking back on what Harry had done for her, she started to realise how much he did actually care about her. Apart from that one kiss, YN honestly thought that he was a shot in the dark but then again, maybe it was the drugs talking. Now, all she could think about was the next time that she saw him and what she would say.

She just didn’t think that it would be so soon.

“There’s a slight problem with that,” Vivienne sighed, “YN, I’m really sorry but I can’t pick you up.”

“Oh,” YN couldn’t help but feel a slight disappointment about it, “Why? Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine, babe, I promise,” YN lets out a sigh of relief, “It’s just that I’m leaving town for a few days to do a photo shoot for a band at a festival in Hawaii. I tried to cancel it, YN, but this could be my big break.”

“Don’t worry, Viv, really don’t,” YN shrugs, “I’m really happy for you.”

“Thank you, YN, really,” YN can hear Vivienne’s smile again and YN felt relaxed again. All she had to do now was figure out what she was going to do, “Anyway, we’ve made a plan.”

“What?” YN furrows his eyebrows, “Who are we? And what’s the plan?”

“Harry and I,” YN’s eyes widen, “We’ve sorted it all out. Harry’s going to come and pick you up in two days and bring you home, babe.”

“He said yes to that?” YN can’t help but be a little shocked by the entire thing.

Vivienne laughs, “It was his idea, babe.”

“Really?” YN’s butterflies erupt with some of the biggest butterflies she’s had in a while, “Okay, thank you… and thank Harry for me, yeah?”

“You can thank him yourself, babe,” Vivienne laughs, “You’re going to be spending a lot of time with him soon.”

“Yeah,” YN chuckles, “You’re right, I should.”

“Have fun, yeah?” Vivienne laughs, “But not too much fun, don’t do anything that I wouldn’t do.”

YN laughed, “What wouldn’t you do?”

“Touché,” Vivienne laughs, “But be careful, yeah? Don’t rush into anything.”

“I will,” Even though it was bittersweet that YN wouldn’t be seeing Vivienne in a few days, she knew that this job was good for Vivienne, and she wasn’t going to get in the way of her friend. Anyway, it was only a few days, and she would see Vivienne, and everything would be back to normal, “Hey, Viv.”

“Yeah?”

“I love you,” Vivienne laughs, “And I’ll see you soon, yeah?”

“I love you too, babe. You’ll be back home before you know it.”

These next two days were going to be torture.  

YN had been dressed and ready for the past hour now. Her bag had been dropped off at the front reception, and she had brought herself to her favourite room and was sitting, waiting for Harry. Patience had never been YN’s strong suit, but sitting in that room listening to whatever vinyl was spinning just let the time pass a little easier.

When she had been getting dressed, there was a part of her that was excited to get dressed up. It felt amazing to dress up in her flared jeans, a floral top with flared sleeves and of course, her cowboy boots. YN was starting to truly feel like herself again.

Even though YN was excited to be coming home, it was also one of the more nerve-wracking things that YN had ever had to do. Life in rehab was hard, but it was also so much easier in a way. In rehab there wasn’t any temptation, there weren’t drugs or alcohol readily available at all times. Now, everything that YN had worked to get clean from would be there and all she had to do was remind herself that it wasn’t her anymore.

The drugs aren’t what made YN who she was, and she had spent the life that she loved so much getting too coked up to really enjoy it. It was her time to experience her life for herself, by herself with nothing getting in the way.

However, YN had a slight suspicion that it wasn’t going to be easy but nothing in life ever is, right?

“YN!” YN had been waiting for around an hour in the room, waiting for the moment that Mary called her, “It’s time to go.”

There was a spring in YN’s step as she stood up, almost skipping towards the front door. YN picked up her bag, gave Mary and Julian a hug goodbye and practically did skip out of the door. Her rush, however, was stopped when she looked up and saw Harry leaning up against a camper. It was amazing. It had a cream and green exterior and an orange curtain that she could see through the window. She was in love, and it was with a camper of all things, but it was the man who stood leaning against it that caused her to smile the most.

“What is this?” YN laughed, walking towards him until she stood straight in front of him.

“This,” He laughed, pulling his sunglasses off and hanging them from the collar of his shirt, “Is our camper.”

“Ours?” YN laughed, dropping her bag on the floor by them, “Why have we got a camper, Harry?”

Harry smiled, “This is how we’re getting home. We’re going to have a road trip.”

“Really?” YN’s face beams a smile, “I love it.”

“I thought you would,” He laughs, opening his arms and YN doesn’t even hesitate to walk over and throw her arms around his neck.

Not only was YN in love with the camper, but she couldn’t help the butterflies in her stomach at the fact that Harry had thought to do this for her. He squeezed her just as tightly as she squeezed him.

“Thank you,” She smiled into his shoulder.

Harry laughed and pulled away from her, “Shall we go and get some breakfast?”

“Yes!” YN grinned, picking up her bag and opening the side door to put it inside, “Can I drive?”

Harry laughed, “Like hell, you can.”

“What?” YN exclaimed, laughing as he looked at her with his eyebrows raised, “I’m not that bad.”

“Yes, yes you are,” He laughed, opening the passenger door so she could get in, “Vivienne’s told me all the stories.”

“Okay,” YN sits down and smiles as he closes the door, “Can I pick the music, though?”

“Of course.”

As they pulled away from the facility, YN turned and looked back at the building, and she couldn’t help but feel a little scared to be away from the safety of that place. That all changed though when YN felt Harry’s hand move over to grab hers. YN turned back to him, and after just one smile from him, she knew she was going to be okay because she had people like Harry and Vivienne who were there for her.

They pulled up outside a small diner on the outskirts of town and YN was happy to just go somewhere that sold proper greasy food. YN was just so excited for a proper stack of pancakes and a milkshake. As they parked the camper and got out, YN couldn’t even contain her excitement. She felt like she was a kid in a candy shop, and she rushed ahead in front of Harry and opened the door for him.

They sat down, accepted the coffee from the waitress and both didn’t hesitate to order. Harry laughed when YN ordered her pancakes and her milkshake. Harry got the same, but instead of a strawberry milkshake, he went for a vanilla one.

“How are you?” YN asked, taking a sip of her coffee, “How was the rest of the tour?”

Harry laughed, leaning back on his seat in the booth, “I’m good. The tour was… it was… shit without you.”

“Harry,” YN shakes her head, “You don’t have to say that. I knew it was difficult with me there.”

“In all honesty… I missed you,” Harry sighed, “It wasn’t the same without you there, but I was just happy that you were getting the help that you needed.”

YN bit her lip to stop her from smiling, “I missed you too.”

The waitress came with their milkshakes, as well as their pancakes and YN almost cried with happiness. Harry laughed as he watched her pour syrup all over her pancakes. He happily accepted the syrup from her, but hesitated as he watched her cut her pancakes up at eat them. When she noticed him watching, she finished eating and wiped her mouth with a napkin and smiled at him.

“What?” YN laughs, “Have I got something on my face?”

“No,” Harry shakes his head, “I’m just… happy.”

“Me too,” YN smiled, watching as he took a bite of his own pancakes, “Now hurry up, I can’t wait to get back in our camper.”

“I know you can’t,” Harry laughed.

The two of them continued eating their pancakes and sipping their milkshakes. YN tried Harry’s milkshake and decided she liked that better, and Harry didn’t even hesitate to swap with her. It was small action for Harry, that made her entire heart light up. It was almost as though these were things that Harry had done for her, and she hadn’t even noticed because she was too coked up to notice.

“You ready?” Harry asked her after he had paid.

“Yeah,” YN laughed, sliding herself out of the booth and linking her arm with Harry’s as they walked back to the camper, “Where did you even find this thing?”

“Someone put an ad for it in the newspaper, and the second I saw it I knew what to do,” He laughed, opening the door for the second time today for her.

YN smiled, “Thank you.”

“C’mon,” He laughed, motioning for her to get in the camper, “We need to get on the road.”

“Okay,” YN hopped in the car, enjoying the feeling of Harry’s hand on the small of her back to help her.

When they were all settled on the highway, YN looked over at Harry and caught him staring right at her. The windows were down, YN’s hair was blowing in the wind but she didn’t care, her feet were on the dash and her arm was out of the car, her sleeve blowing with the wind. YN doesn’t think that she’d ever been as happy as she was right now, and Harry couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Apart from when he had to focus on the road because that was obviously very important. ‘Son of a Preacher Man,’ was playing over the stereo, per YN’s request obviously because it was a song, and they were both singing along like their lives depended on it.

“The only one who could reach me/ Was the son of a preacher man/ The only boy who could ever teach me/ Was the son of a preacher man/ Yes, he was, he was, oh, yes, he was.”

The smile that was on YN’s face was one for the record books. All of the drugs, the life that she had left was all behind her. Now, it was time to focus on her music. It was time for her to be on tour, but on her own tour – not the opening act for one. Even though she was clean, and she thought it would be easier to write and yet she hadn’t written a single word of a song. It was difficult for her to grasp, but she just knew that she needed to wait and then the inspiration would come, and then her life would be back on track again.

They drove for fifteen hours on the first day. They had planned to do twelve and then stop somewhere for a break, but they were still okay, so they carried on. They had a few stops at gas stations for a lot of snack refills and drinks and kept each other going with little games and singing all of their favourite songs. It was at hour fifteen that found a nice little campsite in Wyoming and decided that would be where they stayed for the night. For it is the start of the year, and in the middle of winter, the campsite was empty, and they perfectly understood why.

YN wrapped a shawl around herself and a blanket and leaned against the edge of the camper whilst Harry hooked all of the necessary things up. YN made some green tea, which had become one of her favourites during her time at rehab. She made Harry a cup, and even though his face said that he didn’t like it, he still pretended that he did. That was when YN laughed, poured it out and made him a coffee.

Harry went to shower, and YN had decided that she would make it cosier and also warmer because the temperature had dropped. YN had lit two candles and placed them by the sink, and that was the only thing that illuminated the entire camper. She had pulled the bed out, which already had bedding on it thanks to Harry and made that more comfortable as well by adding about a thousand blankets on the top. Once she was happy with the bed, she pulled her hair up into a bun and started to change into one of her white tank tops and a pair of shorts to sleep in.

She moved herself to the corner of the van and started to remove her jeans. Just as she pulled them down, the door to the van opened. Even though Harry was there, YN didn’t stop. She knew that she was teasing him, but he didn’t close the door or leave. It started to make her think that maybe he did want this, and he did want her.

“Sorry,” He said, just as she was starting to pull her shorts on, “I’ll, just, uh, I’ll sleep up front.”

“Wait,” YN took a step towards him, “You don’t have to.”

“I, uh,” He scratched the back of his head, “I think it’s probably best that I do.”

“Okay,” YN nodded, and without even thinking she picked up a pillow and a blanket and gave it to him, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Yeah,” He accepted the pillows and the blankets from her with a nod, “See you in the morning, YN, sweet dreams.”

Once he had moved to the front of the camper, YN blew out and the candles and got into the bed. YN did think that tonight was going to end differently, and she was more upset about it than she would like to admit. YN just lay in silence, staring at the ceiling, and letting the tears fall down her face. YN didn’t know whether Harry could hear. She didn’t want him to, but then again maybe she did.

Maybe it was better that he didn’t stay with her because maybe he didn’t feel the same and it would save her the heartbreak.

When YN woke up the next morning, she was shocked to see Harry already awake sitting outside and making drinks. She didn’t know whether to go outside to him, but once she had fully woken up, she noticed that he was making his way inside with two cups of coffee.

“Morning,” He smiled at her, passing her one of the cups, “How did you sleep?”

“Good, thank you,” YN gave a small smile back, lifting the coffee to her lips and taking a sip, “How did you sleep?”

“Good as well, thank you,” It felt awkward, and YN didn’t like it. They had such a good day yesterday, and YN almost felt like it had been her fault that they were now like this, “I thought we could set off in ten minutes or so.”

“Okay,” YN nods, “I just need to get dressed.”

Harry motioned to the door, “I’ll pack up outside.”

YN dressed in a knitted dress with a plunging neckline that was nice but also warm, and of course she paired it with her cowboy boots. She packed up the camper to the best of her ability, and just as she finished Harry was making his way to the driver’s seat. She climbed in the passenger side and then they set off, in complete silence.

They had been in silence for at least two hours, just the radio playing between them. Harry was focusing on driving, and YN was looking out of the window at her side. YN wanted to say something to him, but she just didn’t know what to do. She hated the awkward energy and the silence. She had spent time in rehab being so excited about seeing him again, and then they had such a great day yesterday. She wasn’t going to let last night ruin this for her.

“I’m sorry for last night,” YN turned to Harry, biting her lip nervously as she did.

Harry gave a fleeting glance to YN before turning back to look at the road. He had one hand resting on the steering wheel, and the other was on the door.

“Why?” Harry still stared ahead as he spoke.

“I get that I should’ve stopped changing when you opened the door, and I didn’t, and now I’m sorry for that.”

Harry looked over at her again, but only for another second before his eyes were on the road.

“You don’t have to be sorry for that. I should be the one saying sorry to you, I should’ve left. I shouldn’t have watched.”

YN dropped her eyes to her lap, messing with some of the material of the dress, “I, uh, I wanted you to.”

Harry’s eyebrows raised as he turned to look at her, and at that point, she was actually looking at him.

“You, uh, did?” He cleared his voice as he spoke.

“I did,” YN looked back down at her lap, “Did you want to?”

Harry was quiet for a minute, and she could almost hear the thoughts whirring around his head. At this point, YN didn’t want him to lie, or make something up to protect her feelings – she just wanted to the truth, that’s all.

“I did want to look, YN,” YN looks at him, but he just keeps staring forward, “That’s why I did look. But you’ve just come out of rehab, YN, and I didn’t want to take advantage of you. I just… God, YN, if you knew what watching that did to me, and what you have always done to me. I just… want to make sure that it’s a good idea and that you’re not rushing anything before…”

He swallowed, as though he was getting rid of the lump in his throat.

“Before I’m back to normal,” YN sighed, “I know you probably don’t want to be with someone who is a recovering addict.”

“Hey, hey, hey, no,” Harry reaches over and grabs her hand, “I never said that, I don’t think that. I just want to make sure that you’re okay, and that I’m not rushing you into anything.”

YN laughed, shaking her head, and placing her other hand on top of Harry’s. Again, it was her not truly thinking straight, and seeing that all he cared about was her and that was why he didn’t stay with her last night.

“You’re not rushing me into anything,” YN shook her head, “I’ve wanted to spend time with you like this since the first day we met probably, but life just had other plans.”

“We’re here now, though, right?”

“We are.”

They had planned on driving as close to Nevada as they could, but they were both exhausted after ten hours and decided to just set up camp for the night in Utah. They had eaten at a diner where YN had inhaled a burger whilst Harry laughed at her when she had mayo all over her face.

When they made it back to the camper, YN did everything that she did last night. YN lit the candles, set the bed up and even turned the stereo on so there was light music in the camper. Whilst she did all of this, Harry was lying on the bed watching her, floating around the camper, and doing everything that made her happy and that made him happy.

YN made herself tea and offered Harry a coffee, but he said that he’d just have tea like her. She knew that he wouldn’t like it, but he was still trying to pretend that he did for her, so she made him one. She passed him the cup, and she couldn’t help but laugh at his face again.

“I’m sorry,” Harry made a gagging face and placed the cup down on the side, “But how the hell do you drink this stuff?”

“It’s good for you, and it really doesn’t taste that bad,” She laughed, taking a sip of her own tea and Harry even made a face at that.

“Give it here,” She leant forward and grabbed his mug, “I’ll put it in the sink.”

As YN turned around and placed the mug in the sink, using the tap to rinse it out. YN turned around, and that was when she noticed that she was now trapped between Harry’s arms. She laughed and placed her hands on his biceps.

“What are you doing?” She laughed.

YN couldn’t say anything else because then his lips were on hers.

YN pulled back, her eyes fluttering over his face to check for any sort of regret but when she saw none, she leaned back into him, wrapping her arms around his neck whilst his wrapped around her waist. It felt so good to be with him again, to be kissing him again. YN could feel Harry’s hands moving downward until they were under her, so she could jump and wrap her legs around his waist. There wasn’t much room in the camper anyway, and YN had no idea how they could get closer to each other but here they are.

“Harry,” YN mumbled against his lips, “Take me to the bed.”

He pulled away, resting his forehead on hers, “Are you sure?”

“Please,” YN nodded, catching his lips in another kiss, “Please, Harry, I want you.”

Harry stumbled them over to the bed, dropping her down lightly and climbing on. YN pushed herself up towards the top of the bed as Harry hovered over her. They didn’t stop kissing each other, and when Harry moved to kiss down her neck, YN couldn’t help her body writhing underneath him.

Harry slowly began to roll his hips towards her, as he continued moving down her neck and all over her collarbone. He kissed the dips of her collarbone and then moved across her chest slowly, her hands reaching up to his hair. YN ran her hands down his back and grabbed the end of his shirt. He removed his lips from her and helped her pull his shirt up and off. Then it was her turn, with him grabbing the end of the slip she was wearing and pulling it over her head. He didn’t even think about it, he just did it and then he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

He also didn’t really think when he slipped his hands under her and pulled her on his lap. She straddled him, and he leaned forward and kissed her neck again, tilting her head to give him more access as she ran her hands through his hair. Her hips were grinding down on him, and she could feel him through the thin material of his sweatpants, seeing as though she was only in the thin material of her panties.

He pushed his thumb into the material of her panties and pulled them down, allowing her to drop back on the bed again. He didn’t even hesitate to lean down between her legs, allowing them to rest on his shoulders. He kissed down in a straight line before veering off to one thigh, kissing the inside of it slowly. He kissed all the way to her centre and kissed there too.

YN’s back arched off the bed, and Harry truly didn’t hesitate to dive right in. He teased her slightly, which had her withering under him. He ran his tongue up and down her slit before circling around her clit. YN didn’t know what was in the air of this camper, but she had never felt like this when having sex before in her life.

Her heavy breathing was all that could be heard in the camper, along with the slight squeak of the bed as she moved up and down.

“Harry,” YN breathed out his name her thighs automatically clamping around his head, “Please, don’t stop.”

YN continued to writhe, as he circled around her clit and interested two fingers into her. That was when the deep breaths turned into little wines, and then when she hit that point, she screamed his name in a whine. She knew that she had probably clamped around his head a little too tight, and also grabbed onto his hair a little too tight. It wasn’t her fault; she just hadn’t ever had sex sober before and it was completely different.

“Jesus Christ,” Once she could feel her legs again, she sat up, moving herself towards him, “Has it always felt like that?”

Harry laughed and accepted a kiss from her. That was when she climbed to straddle him again, helping him out of his joggers. He continued to kiss her as she moved her hand up and down him, straddling him and lining her entrance up with him.

Harry kissed her neck, and down her chest until he took her nipple in his mouth just as she slid down, feeling full by him. YN dropped her head back, crying out as she sat there and got adjusted to his size before she started to move. It felt like this was the missing piece to the puzzle, and the second she started rotating her hips she couldn’t help but groan.

“Fuck, YN,” Harry lifts his head up and leans it on her shoulder, “You, okay?”

“Better than okay,” YN closes her eyes as he grabs her hips, helping them both find a rhythm together, “Harry, I’m –”

YN started to move faster, bringing herself closer to the edge. Harry placed his hands on her ass to help move her faster and closer to the edge.

“YN, look at me,” YN opened her eyes and looked straight at Harry, resting her forehead on his and both of their hips moved together in rhythm, “I want to see you come for me, come on me.”

YN nods, catching his lips with hers. She pulled away, groaning against his lips as her head tipped back once more. It didn’t take long at the pace that they were going for her to come, his name leaving her lips in a whine. The pure sight of it brought Harry closer to his own climax, the two of them riding it out together.

YN’s head fell down onto Harry’s shoulder as she caught her breath. Neither of them was in a rush to move. They just wanted to stay as close as they possibly could. Harry wrapped his arm around her back, placing a kiss on her forehead that was covered in sweat, but he didn’t care. They sat there for a minute before she slipped off him and moved to grab her slip from the floor, Harry sitting behind her and placing a kiss between her shoulder blades.

YN laughed and dropped her head back on his shoulder, “I can’t believe we waited this long to do that.”

“Me neither,” He laughed, placing a kiss on her cheek, “But at least now we don’t have to wait again.”

“We do, Mr,” YN laughs, standing up and pulling her slip all the way down, “My legs have just stopped shaking.”

Harry laughed, wrapping his arms around the girl’s legs as she placed her hands on his shoulder, “Don’t ever tell Vivienne I said this, but I’m glad that it’s just the two of us.”

YN laughed, “I promise I won’t if you promise not to tell her that I agree.”

When Harry and YN woke up the next day, they tangled up in each other under YN’s seven blankets with the sun slipping through the curtain of the camper’s windows. YN woke up first, her head resting on Harry’s chest. He still had his eyes closed, and the curl of his hair rested on his forehead. YN smiled, and without even thinking pushed the curl out of his face.

He jumped slightly at the feeling of her fingers on his face, his features scrunching up before his eyes finally opened.

“Morning,” YN smiled, pressing a kiss to Harry’s pouting lips.

Harry sighed and pulled her closer pressing another kiss to her forehead, “Morning.”

YN let Harry stir for a little, easing him into the morning with a cup of coffee. YN went and showered and left Harry to get ready. She was dressed in a pair of white flared pants and one of Harry’s shirts that she had picked up last night. It wasn’t that she just wanted to wear Harry’s clothes, it was actually a life-or-death situation with how cold it was. She couldn’t wait to get back to Los Angeles where even in winter it was still semi-hot.

Once they were both dressed, they grabbed breakfast at a diner and then were back on the road for their last ten hours of the journey. Harry was still driving, and YN still had her feet on the dash whilst singing along to Linda Ronstadt whilst studying a map with her finger. Harry just couldn’t believe last night happened, and every time he looked at her, he couldn’t help but beam.

Just as they were pulling into Las Vegas, YN couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

Harry turned to her fleetingly, his eyebrows furrowing, “What?”

“Nothing,” YN shook her head, tucking some of her hair behind her ear.

“No, you’ve got to tell me now,” Harry smiled at her, “I can’t take the suspense.”

“It’s just Las Vegas,” YN laughed, “We could pull over and get hitched.”

Harry smiled and laughed for a minute and then his face dropped, “A Vegas wedding isn’t your dream, is it?”

YN shrugged, “As long as I’m happy, a Vegas wedding could be my dream. But then again, I couldn’t get married without Vivienne or I wouldn’t live to see my honeymoon.”

Harry laughs and carries on driving, putting Las Vegas behind them. The rest of the car ride was quiet, but they didn’t mind. The second that they entered California, YN felt so happy to be back on home soil. The only problem was the fight to stay sober which had been so simple in Minnesota wasn’t going to be so simple here. The one thing that YN knew she was going to be able to do now was write.

After last night, there were so many ideas and thoughts going through her head that she just trying to keep a hold of them so she could get them down properly later.

“Hey,” Harry turned to YN, watching as the girl turned her head to look at him, “Are you, uh, wanting to go home?”

“What do you mean?” YN laughed, “Wasn’t that the main point of this?”

“I just thought,” Harry stops at a red light and turns to YN again, “Maybe because Viv’s still away, you’d maybe want to come stay with me for the night?”

YN bites her lip, reaching over to grab Harry’s hand. Every time that man opened his mouth, he surprised her. There was one thing that YN did need from her and Viv’s apartment though.

“Is it okay if we swing by the apartment though?” YN asked, “There’s a song that I want to get down, and I need my guitar.”

Harry didn’t even hesitate. He made his way towards their apartment and stopped outside.

“Do you want me to come in with you?” He asked but YN shook her head, leaning over to press a kiss to his lips.

“Thank you,” YN smiled, “But I’m only going to be a minute.”

YN got out of the camper and made her way up the stairs. YN knew that Vivienne had her keys, but it didn’t take long to find the one that YN put in the plant pot in cases like this where she knew that she would need to get in and didn’t have a key.

It felt so good to be home, especially when she walked inside, and everything felt normal. She dropped the key on the kitchen counter and made her way towards her room. As she was passing one of the cabinets, she nearly cried when she saw a new photo in a frame on the side. It was a photo that YN didn’t even know had been taken from the show that she did when her album had been released. It made YN tear up a little bit, and it made YN happy that Vivienne was so proud of her.

When she walked into her bedroom, it was exactly how YN remembered it but not at the same time. All of the alcohol and the pills that YN had left in the room had been cleaned up and presumably thrown out. YN didn’t know if Vivienne had checked all of the places where YN hid her drugs, but YN didn’t care at this exact moment. Putting those thoughts out of her head, YN grabbed her guitar which was by the side of her bed and made her way out of the apartment, locking the door and putting the key back in the flowerpot as she did.

YN placed the guitar in the back of the camper and jumped back in the front, Harry laughed at the beaming smile that YN had on her face.

“How long have I got before we’re on a crunch with the song?” Harry laughed, knowing exactly what was going through her head.

It was nice that they were both songwriters because they both had the same way that their mind works when it came to writing the songs.

“About twenty minutes,” YN laughed, and Harry immediately started the camper.

“Well, we’ll make sure we’re there in twenty minutes.”

“Don’t talk to me, either,” YN was completely serious about this, “I’m going to sing it over and over in my head.”

The drive to Harry’s house wasn’t as far away as YN thought it was, and YN couldn’t believe this was Harry’s house when he pulled up. It was gorgeous, and it was right on the beach and YN almost cried at the sight of it. Harry pulled the camper right in front, and they both got out and it just felt so right. Harry grabbed the bags and YN grabbed her guitar and they walked inside the house.

YN’s mouth dropped. It was perfect. If anything, Harry was living in her dream home. YN didn’t give herself that much time because once she was inside, she basically ran to the sofa and dropped down on it.

YN started to strum the guitar, tuning it as she did so that it was perfect. That’s when she began to hash the chords out and fitted the melody on top and that was when she was ready.

“I know you were always there when I needed you/ No matter whatever I had done/ You were always there when I needed you/ You had the faith and strength that I never had/ I got caught up in the world where nothing was as it seems.”

At this point, YN didn’t even realise that Harry was now standing behind her listening to every word that came out of her mouth. He was in complete awe of the girl, even more so now how she had managed to think of this whilst he was driving. All YN could think was that she needed to get this out and written down as quickly as she could before not only, she forgot it, but inspiration left her.

“I’ve been in love and lost my senses/ Spared my soul each night that I’ve cried your words/ And yes I know why/ Because you were all I needed/ All I ever needed.”

The second that the song had finished, or as much as the song that was in her head, she was running back to her bag so that she could grab her notebook and write the lyrics down. Harry was leant on the back of the sofa, beaming at her as finally looked up once her ideas were down.

“What?” She laughed, walking over, and standing in between his legs, allowing him to place his hands on her hips.

“You just amaze me, that’s all,” He smiled, and YN bit her lip to suppress her smile.

YN shook her head, “The flattery isn’t necessary, Styles, you’ve already got me into your bed.”

Harry shakes his head, watching as YN turns out of his hands and attempts to walk away. It doesn’t last for long as Harry wraps his arms around her waist and stops her in her tracks.

“Oh, yeah?” He places a kiss on her neck, “Well my bed is upstairs and I don’t see you in it.”

“And what are you going to do about that?”

“You’ll find out right now,” Harry laughs, spinning her around so that he could lift her up and wrap her legs around his waist.

YN was sitting on the end of Harry’s bed, as naked as the day she was born strumming her guitar with the view of the ocean filling her sight. Harry was lying on the bed, his back against the headboard and a newspaper and pen in hand whilst the two of them filled in a crossword.

“This is one for you,” Harry says, leaning forward slightly, “16th American President. 7 letters.”

YN laughed, “What? I’m supposed to know that because I’m American?”

“Well, yeah?” Harry laughed, moving so that he was sitting next to her, one of his resting behind her, “Aren’t all Americans obsessed with the presidents? Or if they aren’t, the school teaches you nothing but the presidents.”

“Well, you’re not wrong,” She laughs, taking one final glance at the crossword before smiling up at him, “It’s Lincoln.”

“I know I’m not,” He laughed, writing it down with a smile on his face.

YN continued to strum, every once in a while, her eyes fluttering from the sea out of the window to Harry, who had his lip between his teeth and seemed to be concentrating ever so hard on his crossword. It was at this point that an idea sprung into her head that she knew what she needed to do.

YN leaned her guitar against the bed and stood up, leaning over to grab the shorts that she had been wearing earlier as well as one of Harry’s shirts that had been disregarded on the floor earlier in their rushed attempts to undress. She buttoned up the shirt so that her chest was covered and grabbed her shoes as well.

“Where are you going?” Harry asked, dropping his crossword on the bed, and looking at her with his eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m going to the beach,” She grinned, grabbing her sunglasses from the side.

Harry laughed, “Right now?”

“Yeah,” She laughed, “The beach is right there, and I never go. So, I’m going to the beach.”

Harry laughs again, “Can I come?”

“I thought that was a given,” YN laughs, “But I’m not waiting for you, so hurry up!”

And with that, YN was out of the door and making her way towards the back door of the house which very conveniently opened to the beach. YN had lived in Los Angeles her entire life, and she could count the number of times that she had been to the beach on one hand. I bet Harry didn’t even know the number of times that he had been to the beach, especially because his house backed onto the beach.

The second YN reached the sand she was pulling her shoes off, wanting nothing more than to feel the sand between her toes. YN darted as far as she could out into the middle of the sand before stopping, just taking a deep breath, and allowing the sea air to wash over her.

YN forgot about the whole world revolving around her until she felt two arms wrap around her waist from the back. YN squealed as he lifted her up and spun her around, turning her in his arms as well so she was facing him. YN laughed, lifting her arms up to wrap them around his neck.

“What was that for?” She grinned, allowing her fingers to mess with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“That,” He laughed, bringing his hands so that they were rested on the small of her back, “Was for running off without me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” YN feigns with a pout on her lips.

“You will be,” Harry laughs and before YN knows anything they’re both toppled over in the sand, YN landing on top of Harry with a smile on her face.

YN laughed, leaning forward to capture his lips on hers as they lay on the beach, not a single other person in sight, no other sound but one of the waves crashing against the shore. This was something she could get used to – that she wanted to get used to. The feeling of being in Harry’s arms, of his lips on hers – it was a dream.

Once they pulled away from each other, mainly because they both needed some air to actually breathe, YN rested her head on Harry’s chest and rested her hand on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her, trying to pull her tighter if that was even possible. This scenario right here was the exact thing that had gotten YN through rehab, the thought that this was waiting for her on the other side was all that she needed. The only other thing that she needed was Vivienne, but she would see the girl tomorrow and YN could wait.

When she finally lifted her head up again, resting her chin on Harry’s chest so she could look at him. He had a slight furrow in his eyebrows, creating a crease between them. YN lifted her finger up to his face, running it along the frown line until it disappeared.

“What are you thinking about?” She asked, running her finger along his cheekbones now.

He grinned, grabbing her hand so that he could place a kiss on the tip of her finger, “I’m not thinking about anything.”

“Obviously you are,” YN laughs, shaking her head, “Come on, out with it.”

He sighs. At first, YN thought that it was just going to be something stupid, or something cute that they would’ve laughed at but then YN thought that it might be something a little more than that. It was by his hesitation mainly, but YN didn’t allow herself to dwell on it. Harry would tell her if it was important, but then again maybe he wouldn’t.

“I’m going back in the studio next week,” He says after a few beats, “And… I want you to come with me.”

YN sits up now, fully, pushing herself up so she’s looking at him. That wasn’t exactly what she was thinking was going to come out of his mouth, in all honesty, he didn’t think that was going to be it at all.

“What, uh,” She hesitates, coughing to clear her throat slightly, “What do you mean?”

“What I said,” He laughed, sitting up beside her as well and reaching over for her hand, “I want to write my next album with you, and maybe we can write yours.”

“Together?”

“Together,” He brought her hand up to place a kiss on the back of it.

It didn’t take long for YN’s face to beam the biggest smile possible and fling her arms around the man again. Out of everything, music was the thing that first bonded them and if they were able to do that again, this time with a full album, maybe even two – she was going to jump at the opportunity.

“So?” He asked one more time, pulling away so that he could look at her again, “You in?”

“Yes,” YN laughed, leaning forward to kiss his lips, “Yes, yes, a million times yes.”

“Well then, you better get your thinking cap on,” He laughed, “Because we’re gonna have fucking songs to write.”

“My thinking cap?” YN scoffed, nudging his shoulder with hers, “You’re saying that to the girl who just wrote a masterpiece on a road trip?”

“Yeah, only because I was focusing on driving,” Harry laughed, “All you had to do was sit there and look pretty.”

“Sit there and look pretty?” YN scoffs, pulling away from Harry and standing up, “Is that all you think I’m good for?”

“I mean,” Harry shrugged, pushing himself up from the sand to follow her. YN squealed when his hands wrapped around her waist again, “I suppose you can sing fine too.”

“Fine?” YN scoffed, trying to weave her way out of Harry’s arms, “I can sing fine? You cheeky son of a bitch.”

“I’m a cheeky son of a bitch?” Harry laughed, swinging his arms around her legs so that he could pick her up, “I’ll show you cheeky son of bitch.”

“Harry, no,” YN’s face dropped when she realised what Harry was doing, “No, Harry, it’s cold and you’re going to drop me.”

Harry laughed, walking them forward until his feet were in the water, “I’m not going to drop you.”

“Harry the water is freezing!” YN squealed as some drops from a wave hit her skin.

“Is it? I didn’t even notice,” He shrugged, “I don’t even think it’s that bad. You want to try?”

“Harry, no,” YN gripped his bicep as he pretended to drop her, but caught her not long after letting go, “Harry, get out of the water we’re going to freeze.”

Harry actually listened to her and started to walk out of the water, “You do know I wouldn’t have actually dropped you.”

“I know,” YN laughed, “Because I would have actually killed you.”

Harry laughed, “That wouldn’t have been very nice.”

“No,” YN laughed, “It wouldn’t.”

They were both beaming, but that didn’t stop them from leaning forward to kiss each other, and then for Harry to carry YN all the way back to the house.

YN stood looking at herself in the mirror. She was post-shower the next morning, her hair still damp from the water and a toothbrush dangling from her lips. She wasn’t going to lie and say that she didn’t enjoy sneaking a peek into Harry’s cupboards and cabinets.

“YN!” Harry called from what she guessed was the kitchen.

“Yeah?” The sound was muffled due to the toothbrush hanging out of her mouth, but she didn’t care.

“Someone’s here for you!”

YN furrowed her eyebrows and spat the toothpaste out of her mouth, “Give me a second!”

YN wiped her mouth and splashed her face with some water and walked out of the bathroom. At this point, YN was happy that Harry lived in a one-story house because it meant that she only had a few steps to take before she was in the living room.  

When YN did, and she saw her favourite person in the whole world sat on the sofa waiting for her she couldn’t help the tears that collected in her eyes.

“Surprise!” Vivienne opened her arms and accepted the hug that the YN came bounding towards her with, “Hi babe.”

“Hi,” YN mumbled in her neck, giving her a squeeze before pulling away to look at Vivienne’s face, “I thought you weren’t back until tomorrow.”

“Change of plan,” She laughed, especially when YN wrapped her arms around her again, “We wrapped up late last night and I caught the first flight back that I could this morning.”

“I’ve missed you so much.”

“Me too, babe, me too.”

When YN joined Vivienne on the sofa, it was as though no time had passed. They immediately sprung into a conversation, talking about Vivienne’s job and how the trip to Hawaii was and then the harder conversations about rehab and how YN was doing. YN tried to ignore the guilt that racked up in her body when Vivienne’s eyes started to tear up when mentioning the overdose, and her road to recovery.

Harry brought them both tea but busied himself in the kitchen so that he wasn’t impeding on the conversation and YN was thankful. She needed to do this for herself and speak about it freely with the girl she cared about the most, but it was nice to know that he was only a room away, supporting her silence.

“YN,” Vivienne reached over and grabbed her hand, “I’m so fucking proud of you.”

“No,” YN shook her head, “If anything, I need to be saying how sorry I am to you. I had a problem, and I was too fucked up to see it. You saw it, both you and Harry did, and I ignored it. I ignored it until it was too late.”

“It wasn’t too late,” Vivienne shakes her head, “You’re still here, aren’t you?”

“I am,” YN nodded, bringing Vivienne’s hand up to place a kiss on the back of it, “And I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me now.”

“Good,” Vivienne moves closer so that their arms are pressed together, “Because you do know if you died, I’d have to kill you.”

YN laughed, placing her head on top of her friends, “I’ll take your word for it.”

Harry, it turned out, had been cooking up a storm for them in the kitchen. YN’s mouth salivated at the sight of waffles with maple syrup being placed down in front of her. It was almost as though that man knew the key to her heart, and that sweet breakfast foods were certainly that.

It wasn’t her fault that she had a sweet tooth, and it certainly wasn’t her fault when she had to venture back into the kitchen to get more syrup.

“Next time I’ll just bring it out, yeah?” Harry laughed, running his hand down her back as she walked past.

YN scoffed and sat back down next to Vivienne, “You should have already known that.”

YN could feel Vivienne’s eyes burning into the back of her skull, but she ignored it and spooned another mouthful of waffle in. When she finally did turn to look at the girl, YN was surprised to see her eyebrows raised at her.

“What?” YN mumbled, confused as to why her friend was acting so strange.

“Nothing,” Vivienne shook her head, looking back down at her own waffle with a sly grin on her face.

“There’s obviously something,” YN pressed, wiping the corners of her mouth as she did so.

“No, it’s just…” The girl trailed off before laughing, “I’m glad you two finally worked on that sexual tension of yours.”

“Vivienne!” YN’s mouth dropped open, and she couldn’t even meet Harry’s eye but when she did turn to look at him, she wanted to smack that shit-eating grin off his face, “And what are you grinning about?”

“I mean,” He shrugged, “She’s not wrong.”

YN didn’t hesitate to pick up one of the couch pillows from the side of her and throw it in his direction. He moved out of the way so that it didn’t hit him but the thought was still there from her.

“No, in all honesty, I’m happy for you both,” Vivienne laughed, “I honestly don’t think I could’ve gone another week of watching this one pine over you.”

YN’s mouth drops open even more if that’s possible, “I didn’t pine!”

“Yes, yes you did.”

“Don’t worry,” Harry smiles at her, “I pined after you too.”

The three of them burst into laughter and as YN sat there, on Harry’s couch surrounded by her two-favourite people in the world she finally felt as though things may be looking up in her life, as though things may be okay.

If only she knew.

[foxluvrz]

01/04/25 storytime . tw light venting

actually gonna throw up after today. okay so basically i've been hanging out with my friends outside of school a lot more recently and it's been pretty awesome sauce. anyways, i went iceskating with my friends e and i --- as well as e's dad --- today for the first time and honestly i really enjoyed it. i had never gone iceskating before so i was pretty nervous even though i'm able to rollerblade pretty well, spoiler alert; they're really different from one another. anyways, the interactions from today, along with my entire school year so far, has really brought me to the complete and genuine realization of me having daddy issues. while i hate the term because it sounds like some "tiktokified" version of a mental illness term in my opinion, it's come to have wrecked my life. a little personal, but i've never met my biological dad, nor had any sort of healthy and stable father figure in my life, so i believe that's where my issues stemmed from. anyways, just seeing fathers interact with their daughters makes me have a little bit of heartache and envy for it that like, i hate it. 🐢 i've found has been a MAJOR positive male figure and role model in my life and i don't know what i'll do without him when i go into highschool next year. i'm really fucking nervous and scared and honestly a little annoyed; but it's inevitable and i know that. i miss 🐢. i'm so excited to go back on monday and be able to talk to him again. i need that father figure in my life. and i don't think i truly realized how much i missed out on without having a father whilst growing up. i should still be growing up now but i really don't feel like i am, i just feel like a person in a child's body. it's worse too because i've been mistaken to be a bit older than i actually am. but me, today, going to the icerink with my friends and one of their dads really like brought me the realization i needed. just like i dont know having silly conversations with older men that i know i can trust (ex. 🐢, maybe friend's dad) brings me so much joy and i don't even know, just positive feelings. but what got to me was him trying to give me tips and helping me on the rink, as well as just making sure i was okay when i was taking a break and waiting for my friend's to loop back around the rink to me. that is what matters so much to me. and don't get me started when i was struggling really badly to keep my skates on tight enough and he offered to help me tie them around a certain way when i couldn't. he OFFERED to himself. like what do you mean "this isn't the first time i've had to do this, hah" sir? what do you mean you're actually a kind man and a good father, and just i don't know, a positive influence?? WHAT. and my friend while i was struggling even told me "why don't you ask my dad for help?" like WHAT? no i'm not going to ask YOUR dad to help me. i'm highkey scared of all my friend's parents but now him, not so much. also we talked a teensy bit about sports and nascar and though he was insanely good at iceskating, he didn't try to make any of us feel bad about it--minus his own daughter but that was in a silly joking way. ALSO my grandparent's picked me up but as we were walking out he offered to take me home if need be. like, i don't even know. i obviously don't have attatchment nor a crush for my friend's dad but like, i'm still thinking about all that's happened in my life that's led up to my thoughts for today. also DAD JOKES?? HE MADE A DAD JOKE AND WHENEVER SOMEONE MAKES A DAD JOKE I WANT TO BREAK DOWN SOBBING BECAUSE OF HOW MUCH I LOVE DAD JOKES. i dont care what anyone says, i whole-heartedly believe some dadjokes are hilarious in the right situation. (his daughter fell on her back on the ice and was complaining about how much it hurt and he went "put some ice on it") like idc if it was unfunny, he's ICONIC.

ALSO i just remembered the Diable III poster i have in my room that i got from a friend, THAT FRIEND WAS E AND HER DAD GAVE IT TO ME. OH MY GOD.

[charles-and-camilla-fanfictions]

All the Time in the World - Chapter 9

Birkhall, March 2020

By the time the knock on the door comes, I’ve cried myself dry of any tears. I feel empty. Dragging my body from the immobile statue it has become, I open the door to collect the tray. It’s piled high with letters and tea and biscuits, but at the top is a cutting of the softest lilac auriculas and I start crying all over again. How did he manage to source these from his room? I turn on my ipad and call him.

“Do you like them?”

“Of course.” I don’t know how I have tears left to cry but they stream from my eyes.

“I will need you to talk to me.” He’s crying now and it makes my tears worse. “I need you to make sure they put the iPad next to me so I can hear you. And you need to talk to me, I don’t care what about, because I’ll be so scared.”

I know I’ve lost this argument. I nod and I see him breathe a sigh of relief.

“Do you promise me?”

“I promise you.”

“I’d do anything to wrap you in my arms right now.”

“Just get better.” Oh God, what if he has a sudden turn for the worse and the last thing we did was have this awful argument?

“I’m trying.”

“Try harder.” I want to take his hand in mine and squeeze it. I want to look into those pale blue eyes of his and push my nose against his.

“Concentrate on staying well.”

“I am.”

“Concentrate harder.”

I’ve never felt so alone.

1980, Rhodesia

Our hands are locked together and our legs are so entwined we might as well be one person. He’s talking to me but I’m too tired and too lost in his eyes to really concentrate on what he’s saying. Everything about him feels good and my body aches in such a wonderful way as I wriggle slightly to get closer to him. Pressing my nose against his, I’m about to kiss him when I hear the word ‘Rhodesia’ and it dawns on me what he is talking about. It makes me draw away from him in surprise. “Why the fuck are you visiting my husband?”

“Because I’m representing Her Majesty. Why are you not with your husband? Most military wives follow them about.”

“I’m not a dog. Anyway, I’m far too busy servicing you.”

“Well come and ‘service’ me in Rhodesia, then.”

“What, fly out with you?”

“Yes.”

“Fly out with you, to Rhodesia, to visit my husband?”

“Why not?”

“Don’t you have a girlfriend at the moment?”

“Which one?”

“You know which one.”

“The brunette who is very sexy but argues with me about sleeping with you?”

“Exactly.”

“Do you like her?”

“No. Loath her.”

“Then no.”

“I really am becoming more and more like my Great Grandmama.”

“Do it. Do it for me. I can’t bear to be away from you for so long. A trip abroad is like an eternity without you.”

“It will cause an absolute panic. They won’t know where to sit me.”

“They will sit you next to me, if they have any sense.”

“Whilst my husband is there?”

“You can’t possibly be feeling guilty?”

“No… Of course not. If his philandering hasn’t caused a diplomatic crisis this time, he’s done well. Oh, what the hell, yes… Yes…”

“We leave tomorrow, my darling Girl Friday.”

I give him a look before panic takes over. “Oh, God, I’ve got to pack…”

“No…” He grabs hold of my waist and pulls me back to him, trapping me underneath him. “I order you to stay and ‘service’ me, Hildy.”

“You ‘order’ me?”

 “Yes. Service me now. Service me when we’re on the plane tomorrow. Service me all through our trip. Each night. All night.”

“I need to warn Andrew I’m coming.”

“My staff will. Don’t go back to Walter. I’ll let them know you’re coming, let me ring them now. I’ll send someone to help you pack tomorrow morning.”

It’s so absurd, it’s hilarious. I’m like the Cheshire Cat the entire day, waiting for the car to arrive, grinning all the way to the RAF base, onto the plane, into his arms. We’re not discreet as we jump up and into his room the second my nerves stabilise from the shock of takeoff. And it’s so exciting and so ridiculous, I hear laughter peeling from my mouth, making him grin, making him look at me with such a satisfied look in his eyes. We don’t stop laughing through every break of his engagements and I see how happy he looks from the side of each room we enter, meeting and greeting people confidently, with ease. Andrew is more amused with the situation than I’d dared hoped he’d be, and the three of us cackle through dinner, trying not to fall about in laughter at the shocked looks on people’s faces. And then Charles takes my hand and leads me to his room as if this is normal. But it’s not normal. 

There are billowing drapes of netting by the doors, deterring the mosquitos, but the breeze that wafts through is still hot, and it’s so humid, my skin feels damp. The room, appropriately, is fit out in the darkest wood and silks and the marble flooring is cool on my feet as I kick off my heels to stand with him. Plumes of netting hang over the bed, obscuring it as we walk around it, looking for the entrance and then we rush to pull off each other’s clothing, in between burning kisses, until we’re completely naked and we push through the netting, into the bed. I have time to stretch my hands on the soft white sheets as he closes up the net and then there’s just the feel of his skin against mine and it’s so hot we slide against each other.

It’s impossibly romantic. Lit solely by the iridescent light of the moon, we make love to each other over and again until we’re both so exhausted, we can barely move but there’s no thought about sleep. We have too much to talk about and too little time together to say everything. He’s lying with his head between my thighs and he’s nibbling on the inside of my knee, making me giggle as we furiously recount the day, too hot to lie together, both of us sticky but neither of us bothered. The fan doesn’t seem to be doing anything to help us. But as the night rolls on, and the dark provides some relief from the stifling heat, we end up entangled and this time, as we make love to each other we can’t help but whisper to each other and his words of love seep into my skin and I have to kiss him to stop me saying them back to him. A kiss which floods through my body as though we’re kissing for the first time, making every movement almost exquisitely unbearable until I can’t do anything but let him take all control, until I’m biting down on his neck to hold in these moans which seem to spill from my mouth with no restraint. And afterwards we don’t speak, for the first time, we just press against each other, caressing each other, kissing each other until sleep takes us and then we wake in the morning, entwined, fingers clasped, nose-to-nose, lips anticipating the sensation of touching again. I hear him groan as his hand grasps up my body and we’re instantly returned to where we were the night before as my skin aches for him and the only thing I can do is pull him closer and we’re pushing together before we’re even fully conscious.

I can’t stay away from him and I don’t want to. All day he’s reached for me, pulled me out into a corridor just to push me against a wall and kiss me, making me gasp before returning to where we’re meant to be. His hands grasping onto me when we sit in a car, kissing furiously when we have a second alone, the need for each other relentless. I find myself staring at him from the side of the room, when I’m allowed in, listening with bated breath to his speech, willing it to go well and then experiencing such an unexpected surge of pride and relief when it does. He looks over at me with anxious, questioning eyes and I can’t help smiling at him, trying to convey with my eyes how well I think he’s done. I want to rush to him and kiss him. Instead, I see him nod at me, relieved as he vacates the stand and circulates to network in the room.

“You treat him like you’re his mother.”

I roll my eyes at my husband and take his arm to navigate the room. “You look very smart.”

“Don’t flatter me to change the subject. I know you far too well, Milla. Your feminine charms don’t work on me. I’m immune.”

“I’m not sure whether that’s meant to be taken as an insult or if you were meaning it positively. I’m going to take it as the latter.”

That makes him laugh but he doesn’t drop the subject. “You always did say he was immature.”

“Evidently it’s a trait I find attractive in men.”

“He treats you like a surrogate mother, and you get a kick out of that?”

“I’m not restricted to that particular branch of immaturity. It comes in many shapes and sizes.”

“That’s why I had to marry someone so much younger than me.”

“You think our age gap evens out the maturity levels?”

“It’s why we’re well suited. We’re on the same page, the same level.”

“Wishful thinking there. I think men require many, many more years.”

“Some more than others. He was diabolical to be with until you entered the room.”

“I’m a calming influence.”

“I don’t know how you put up with it. Maybe you like the attention?”

“I do like the attention.”

“I couldn’t cope with the constant pawing.”

“Not sure he’s really into men. It’s not something you need to worry about.”

“Now that would be scandalous! I’d almost give it a go for the fun of it.”

“Hands off. He’s mine. Anyway, I thought you were otherwise occupied?”

“You’re being uncharacteristically possessive.”

“It’s motherly concern”

“He isn’t actually yours.”

“I’m aware.”

“Just checking. Wouldn’t like a constitutional crisis on our hands…”

It’s such a relief to return to our room for the second night. Such a relief for the end of the sudden curtailing and the half-hearted attempt at discretion. As I pull him as close to me as is physically possible, I get a surge of panic through me. Panic at the intensity of everything. Every kiss. Each conversation we have. The reaction throughout my body from any slight touch to the feeling of him inside me. Panic as I breathe him in and realise I’m inhaling him because I need to. A fear so strong, it takes hold of me as I’m lying, staring into those soft eyes when he tells me how much he loves me. I have to swallow my response, press my thumbs into his face and kiss him.

“You’re shivering.”

“It’s all the exertion.” He laughs at me and swats my stomach. “You don’t want me to hold you then to warm you up?”

That’s the only thing I want at this moment. I curl against him, feeling his arms around my back, slipping my legs between his and smiling as he rolls on top of me, trapping me under him.

“I’ve got a new girlfriend, the one you pointed out. That Diana girl.”

“You choose now to tell me about her?”

“You’re the one insisting that I date all these women.”

“Now… at this point in time? Not this afternoon? No? Now…”

“Why? Are you telling me that you’re jealous?”

“No…”

“You’re lying. I can tell you’re lying.”

It’s not a nice feeling. Both the jealousy and being called out. I scrunch up my nose and to my disgust, he chuckles at me.

“Good. I’m glad that you’re jealous. I hate it when you tell me to find a wife.”

“You still need to. Even if you ‘think’ I’m jealous.”

“But I want you.”

It’s so direct, I almost gasp. Instead, I try to turn the conversation, “You’ve just had me…”

“As my wife. Marry me.”

“What?”

“Marry me, Camilla. Please…”

“Charles…” I feel my heart sinking deep into my stomach.

“Divorce Andrew. Marry me.”

His eyes are staring at me, pleading with me. I’m pinned underneath him, his hands around my wrists which he’s pulled above my head. What am I meant to say? I don’t want to hurt him. I opt for humour, our invariable fallback by the way of a difficult conversation, “Are you mad?”

“Yes. Mad. Madly in love with you. Marry me.” Between kisses, he whispers the words into my ears, against my neck, into my mouth. 

I wish I could say yes. “Darling, please don’t ask me to do that.”

“I don’t care about anything but you.” 

Here it starts. I can hear the hurt in his voice, the pleading tone. I don’t think I can go through this again. “Then I’m going to turn you down. I won’t let you do that. I’m not going to divorce Andrew. I’m not destroying my children’s lives. I’m not depriving my country of its king. No, Charles, I won’t marry you.”

“What is so wrong with me that you turn me down again?”

“Nothing. Nothing is wrong with you.” I pull my arms away from his grasp and reach around his neck, coaxing him to rest against me. “Everything is wrong with me.”

“There was nothing wrong with you the first time I asked.”

He’s so petulant when he’s hurt. “Other than I’m a subject and not a virgin? I had a ‘history’.”

“I didn’t care.”

“Others did.”

“Who cares what they thought?”

“You’re The Prince of Wales, the future king…”

“Yes, thanks for reminding me, I had forgotten…”

That makes us both laugh, despite the conversation and I feel his fingers across my face and his lips press against mine forcefully, making me gasp, making my stomach somersault. 

“If you divorce him, I’ll marry you.”

“You know you can’t. So I’m trapped. I can’t divorce him, it’ll cause a scandal and then I won’t be able to see you.”

“So what do we do?”

“Nothing. I stay with my husband, you marry someone else, that Diana girl might be a good option. You know this. Don’t make things difficult.”

“You mean don’t talk about it?”

“Yes.”

He bites my neck, pulling at it with his teeth, making my skin explode with the contact. I can’t bear this conversation and the hurt I have to bestow on him. I can’t control the surges of hope which try to constrict my words of refusal and the disappointment which stabs at my heart. I can’t bear the crushed look in his eyes as he pleads with me, eyes still so wonderfully innocent and sweet and I kiss him to quieten him. Sometimes words are too painful and the pain too secret to express. 

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His Perfect Victim (Mickey Altieri x OC!Dahlia Levine)

Chapter Six: Textbook Victim (Mickey’s POV)

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Warnings: language, mentions of sex, stalking, stealing, mentions of murder, mentions of killing Dahlia, kissing, feelings, Mickey being a sick fuck, insight to Mickey’s obsession with Dahlia, mention of masturbation, etc

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Everything about her was utterly magnetic, but she had absolutely no idea of the impact she was having on me.

I knew why I was here, what my job was. If she knew what I was doing, she wouldn’t be happy with me, but I just can’t help myself. That’s the understatement of the fucking century, she’d hate me. Could I blame her if she did? No.

From the moment I saw her, I was enticed. I remembered before coming to Windsor College, seeing news articles about her and of course with what we had planned, I had to do my research.

It didn’t take me long to find out that Dahlia Levine was Stu Macher's cousin, though it took scouring through a lot of different websites and talking to some people obsessed with the Woodsboro murders to find out, as it hadn’t been in Gale Weathers shitty book. According to one guy, Dahlia’s family was insanely wealthy and paid off a fuck ton of people to protect their name and their image, but not their daughter. I’d seen a picture of her for the first time in one of the many chat rooms and God, she was beautiful. She was standing next to Stu in a family picture that had been almost entirely scrubbed from the internet, mid-laugh from something he himself had clearly said because the woman I assumed to be her mother did not look impressed by either of them.

She was fucking perfect. Too fucking perfect. I like to think I have an impressive vocabulary, but she makes it hard to find the words to describe her, nothing feels quite good enough.

I stared at that photo maybe a little too often, fisted my cock when looking into her big brown eyes and just like that, I needed her. I needed to kill her, slide the cold steel of my knife into her over and over again whilst looking into those damn brown eyes and watch the light fade out of them. I needed this more than I needed air to breathe, more than I wanted to kill Sidney fucking Prescott and her stupid group of fucking friends.

Then I saw her in person a few months before we were officially introduced.

I thought that this girl couldn’t be the same girl in the picture I’d been staring at all these months. Her eyes weren’t right, already lifeless, which honestly put me off. She never smiled, she never laughed. She hardly registered it when anyone acknowledged her. You know that phrase, lights on, nobody home? It’s like lights were off, and the house was abandoned, haunted by some barely there ghost.

I began subtly following her around campus, video camera in hand, deciding to track her. Although her days were basic, consisting of classes and visits to the library as well as the laundry room in her building, I felt myself becoming more and more connected to her over the weeks. I’d watch everything she did. I’d watch everything Randy and Sidney did too, but that was different, I didn’t have the same interest which I knew my predecessor's mother would not be at all happy about, but the fuck did I care? The killings wouldn’t be starting for a year and a half, and I needed a toy to entertain myself with.

But then? Oh, my fucking God, then I found out that Dahlia had died.

I’d been walking past the library where Sidney and Randy perched on the steps, talking to each other in clear yet hushed voices about the events of Woodsboro, which immediately caught my attention. I was good at hiding in plain sight, so I walked around the steps of the library and leaned against the wall, pulling a book out of my bag, so I could listen to Randy talk.

“She keeps saying she’s fine, Sid,” Randy had said, worried concern was evident in his tone, “But you’ve seen her, she’s not the same as before.”

“Well, are you surprised?” Sidney had whispered back, eyes locked on him as she said, “Stu did nothing, and she died-“ my brow suddenly creased, and my eyes narrowed as I listened on, “- after Billy stabbed her. Would you be okay if your cousin just stood by and let that happen?”

That just piqued my interest in her further.

Now, I can admit that I get a little… Obsessive, and at times it doesn’t come out in the best of ways. I’m usually able to channel that obsession, steal things that belong to the object of my extraordinary interests, but with her? It was never enough. Breaking into her dorm and stealing her notebooks? Her clothes? Her panties? Getting myself off to the thought of killing her with them clenched between my fingers? It was never enough. I had to know her, I needed to know her. I couldn’t stop thinking about how perfect she’d be, my perfect victim; the relative of one of the Ghostfaces who had not only died, but came back to life. What could be more ideal than that as a victim?

So I infiltrated myself into Sidney’s friend group, earlier than Nancy and I had initially discussed. Of course, she wasn’t happy, she thought I’d made myself “too available too fast” and they’d grow suspicious, but I don’t know if they were oblivious, in denial or just downright stupid because they pretty much welcomed me with open arms after I grew closer to Derek. I started talking to Randy in film class, playfully arguing about movies and cinema and harmlessly flirted with Hallie when I’d bump into her around campus, but she wasn’t who I wanted.

It was just like a game, like I was in my very own movie. It was fun, but I still wanted her, and I couldn’t help but wonder why she didn’t hang around with Sidney and Randy that often at the very least.

I’d seen her talking to Sidney whilst I was talking to some girl from my statistics class and I quickly brushed her off when their conversation ended, making her sigh irritably at my sudden lack of interest in her and flounce off in a huff, but I paid her no mind. Sid and I had plans for coffee, so when she waved to me, walking across the green I smiled at her as warmly as I could muster, reluctantly forcing my gaze away from Dahlia.

“Who was that?” I’d asked casually, gesturing loosely over to Dahlia’s retreating form headed for the library.

Sid glanced over her shoulder and I saw her smile sadly in her direction as she sighed, “That’s Dahlia.”

“That’s Dahlia?” I’d asked in careful surprise, ensuring my tone wasn’t overly fake. It was the first time I’d said her name out loud, and I couldn’t help but enjoy the way it rolled off my tongue, “You and Randy talk about her, but I wasn’t sure she was even real.”

“She’s…” Sid hesitated for a moment as she turned back to look at me before continuing, “Shy. She’s never quite moved on from what happened in Woodsboro, you know? It’s harder for her.”

“How come?” I asked, but of course I already knew.

Sidney pursed her lips, eyebrows furrowing a little as she briefly shook her head, clearly trying to change the subject, “It doesn’t matter. Are we getting coffee or what? Derek said he’s meeting us there.”

I ignored her attempt to divert the conversation, trying to keep my voice even as I continued, “You know, if she’s shy, maybe you should introduce her to us.” I suggested, walking alongside Sidney, whose face turned a little thoughtful. I grasped at straws and carried on, “Maybe her having friends that aren’t just you and Randy can help her move on, get her back to however she was before.”

Sidney looked up at me, head tilted a little to the side and her eyes narrowing. “What do you mean?”

“You said she never quite moved on from Woodsbro. And although I only saw her from a distance, she looked… Sad.” I replied smoothly. Damn, Sidney was a suspicious person. Of course, she had every right to be, but I knew I had to start being more careful. I couldn’t let the fact that I wanted Dahlia get in the way of my true purpose, from achieving what I was destined to achieve.

Shortly after, Sidney introduced Dahlia to everybody. And now, a few months later, here we were, Dahlia’s soft lips pressing against mine as she pulled herself up on her toes using my shoulders, and taking me completely by surprise.

I didn’t know what to do, I just froze. This wasn’t what I expected, not at all. I didn’t have feelings for people. I fucked them, sure, falling into bed or being on a couch, making them believe I was into them, sliding deep inside a soaked hole and taking advantage of vulnerability, being inside a person but not letting them back in was natural to me. I flirted, of course, led people on, played the game and enjoyed pulling people like puppets on strings, but her? Being here, feeling her warm soft body pressed against mine, tasting her, smelling her coconut scented shampoo, it was different. I felt my heart thud in my chest, felt the reserve of my confidence begin to fade.

Fuck, she had me already. It took a moment, but I kissed her back slowly, my hands pulling her closer to me by her hips. I felt her breath hitch slightly, and I couldn’t help but smile against her, my fingers moving to trail up the curve of her spine and leaving goosebumps in its wake.

She wasn’t a bad kisser, she just seemed so sweetly inexperienced, it was fucking intoxicating. God, I wanted to fucking teach her. I wanted to show her just how good her life could be until the day I inevitably ended it.

Something seemed to snap and quickly change inside of her as she suddenly stiffened before gasping into my mouth and gently pushing me away from her, pulling back with her eyes wide in horror and embarrassment as she looked at me and took a few steps back. Her hands falling to her side as she looked at my very evidently dumbstruck face, “I’m sorry! Oh my God, that was so stupid, I am so sorry!”

She began rambling, fast and almost incoherent as a stream of apologies left her, almost tumbling over each other in their haste to be expressed. I shook my head, unable to stop the amused smile taking over my face as I looked over her.

Her cheeks were stained a gorgeous pink, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how I could twist it, pink bleeds instead to the red inside of her, the scarlet that pumps through her veins, pushing, making her draw breath and live, would be even more beautiful, staining the steel of my knife. Fuck, she’d be absolutely ideal.

“Dahlia,” I spoke her name first, a pause followed before I asked quietly, making her eyes flicker up to mine before they fell on the ground again, “Was that your first kiss?”

She let out a small scoff, but her cheeks flushed even deeper and said nothing. Could this be any more perfect? The plan started churning endlessly in my mind. The potential future of us stretches out before me as if on endless spools of film reel, rolling in every which way, so many scenes, how many could be acted out? How many would make the cutting room floor?

I never pretended to be a good person, I’m not. Truthfully, I like Dahlia. I like how I was the only person able to bring back the fire she used to have inside of her, not even that fucking idiot Randy could do that, and they had been friends for years. Though, I really think he wants more, but that’s too fucking bad for him. I honestly don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone as much as I want her. Looking at her, just so beautiful, so fucking vulnerable and pure, is when I knew.

It wasn’t like with Billy and Sidney, I didn’t hate Dahlia, I didn’t want revenge for anything. I like her, perhaps too much. I don’t know how to distinguish between liking or loving someone and obsession, to me the two were like two sides of the same coin. But there is one similar thing I did share with Billy.

I was going to have her, strip her from all the remaining innocence she had. Touch her, taste her, heal her, fuck the life right back into her before I thought it was time to take all of it away. I want to tear her apart. I want to piece her back together, fix her just to ruin her, be the one to end her, finish the job Billy fucking Loomis couldn’t.

The one thing, though, is she has to die. I don’t want to kill her for any reason but to fulfill her destiny and make people see her for who she is.

The absolute perfect, textbook victim. My fucking victim. She’d be immortalized, is that not what everyone wants?

“It’s okay, Dahl.” I laughed, taking a step toward her. She didn’t move, and her eyes refused to meet mine as I continued, “You want to pretend like it didn’t happen, that’s fine, we can carry on just being friends.”

This made her eyes look up into mine, so deep, warm brown like when the sun filters through leaves on trees in autumn before they fall and innocent it made my head spin, “Is that what you want? Do you really think we can be just friends?” She asked in a small voice. She looked so… innocent. If I’m being honest, she was utterly endearing. Her big brown eyes looked like pools of honey in the remaining light, deep and enticing.

The sun was beginning to set now, how long had we been out here? There wasn’t really anyone on the green anymore, just a few stragglers that may as well have been pieces of trash for all the attention I was giving them.

How should I play this?

“Honestly, I don’t think you and I are ever going to be “just friends”, Dahl.” I said truthfully, fingers raising in air quotations.

I heard her swallow, and she lightly shrugged her shoulders with a sigh, “I don’t know you, Mickey. Not really. Can’t we just forget it happened?”

Fuck, I loved the way she said my name. It sounded like music to my ears, and I couldn’t help but imagine her moaning and panting it into my ear. This girl was driving me fucking insane, yet she had absolutely no idea.

“No.” I responded simply, unable to stop looking at her lips as I took another step forward, hands moving to rest on her hips. Again, she didn’t move, but now her eyes were on me, like she was unable to look away from me too.

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