#Charlotte White Bra Top

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Charlotte White Bra Top ($150), Blazer ($375) & Pants ($265) from Nadine Merabi

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For Death Or Glory : Chapter Twelve

Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC)

Warnings: 18+ Smut !!! (Oral / Very suggestive language) mild anxiety, fluff, alcohol/drinking (it’s a bar, we know this) VERY brief themes with grief, silly banter, flirting, and Come On Eileen mentions.

Word Count: 4.1k

Summary: Charlotte thinks herself into a little spiral, landing her at the bar. Josh must have made her drink strong tonight, because she definitely made a choice!

Author's Note: Oh babies, I have been vibrating with excitement to post this chapter. We’ve made it through the dry-spell!! 🫡🫦 have fun!!

Talk (Unreleased) - Harry Styles "Don't ask me to talk about, I don't wanna talk at all."

“Maybe she was right. Maybe they were both right. I should just live a little,” I mutter to myself as I pace the house. You deserve to be happy; just let it happen. 

Daydreaming about the precious long-haired boy who has my stomach in knots. The way I still can’t believe we kissed more than once. It was hard to deny how sweet he was. Always made sure I didn’t walk to my car alone at night. Asking me to text him when I make it home. Checking that it’s okay that he kissed me, even though I went for him first. 

I’ve never met someone who had me so smitten so quickly. It would be a lie to say I’m not a little nervous, but I’m trying to do right by Cassie. She told me to stop thinking myself out of happiness and so .. I’m trying not to think too hard. 

I wish I needed to be there today. 

Mindlessly tidying up to try and keep myself distracted, I look through the handful of books sitting on the coffee table. For transparency’s sake, they are all romances. Maybe it’s because I just don’t have anything non-fiction on my to-be-read list or the fact that I feel like I’ve seemingly met a man written by a woman; the world will never know. 

Flipping one of them over to read the summary on the back, in italics, reads ‘friends with benefits.’ It stops me in my tracks, metaphorically. ..That’s a bad idea.. Right? I shake my head, trying to rid the idea entirely. Tossing it back on the coffee table and staring at it like it just insulted me personally. 

I pick up my phone, seeing the time, 4:03 pm, with an unread message from him.

Jacob: someone keeps queuing up the same song on the jukebox and I cant stop laughing

Jacob: idk how many times you can listen to Come On Eileen before you lose your mind but I have to be close to it 

I laugh at the idea of him losing it while behind the bar, especially with how calm his demeanor is. I can’t picture him being distraught. What if I just went and got a drink? That wouldn’t be weird, right?  

Me: Too many ‘too loo rye ay’s for you huh?

I mean, we are basically friends at this point and we’ve made out twice.. I don’t think me going to the bar for a drink would be .. wrong?  Staring at my leggings and fuzzy socks, I get up and quickly walk into my bedroom. I stare at myself in the full-length mirror; my hair is still fairly curled from last night. 

I pull out my olive cigarette pants, toss them onto my bed, and start digging through my closet. Finding an off-white sweater hiding in the back, I think I can make this cute. Changing into those and standing in front of the mirror, I tuck the bottom of the sweater up into the band on my bra, cropping it slightly. 

“That feels better, I think,” I mumbled to myself. I slide my belt through the loops, pulling things together even more. Adjusting my necklace to sit on top of the sweater, moving the clasp back to it’s rightful place. 

I grab my phone from the bed, take a picture in the mirror, pulling up the group chat; 

The Laid-Ease 🤩

Me: [sends photo] is this cute? 

Quinn: YES YES YES

Willa: very!!

Mel: Oooooo! Yes 😍

I smile at their responses, feeling a little more confident in my impulse decision. I sit in front of my mirror with all my makeup next to me. I take my time, making sure everything looks how I want it. I typically stick with natural-looking makeup because I’ve always liked my freckles and don’t want to hide them. The least I can do is feel cute if I’m going to go sit at the bar, you know, just in case.  

Sufficiently killing enough time so that I didn’t get to the bar too early. Finding a parking spot proved to be a little more difficult tonight. But being further away, I was able to sit here for a minute before walking over. 

Is this a dumb idea? No Char- you need to just go inside and get a drink. Josh is probably bartending anyway, so he’ll probably just talk to you. 

Forcing myself out of the car, I slowly walk over to the bar, taking deeper breaths as I do, trying not to let anxiety win. I'm doing this for you, Cass.  ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Luckily for me, I found a seat at the bar, and Josh is an angel. Bringing me a drink quickly and chatting with me for a few minutes before checking in on other customers. 

I slide my book from my bag, making myself comfortable as I sip on my drink for a while. My thoughts get louder as the alcohol slowly hits me. Rereading the same page a few times before actually processing it. 

You know he’s here–just go say hi. Shaking my head as I swallow the last sip of my drink. It’s very unlike me to let anything like this even remotely happen. 

You’ve never caved in a work situation, it’s honestly shocking. Unprofessional if you ask me. Okay but to be fair– none of the people I've had to work with look like him. You really can’t blame me for having eyes. 

Flipping the page of my book, I try to refocus. I wonder what he’s wearing today. Does he have his button up that he hardly buttons on? Jesus, what did Josh put in this drink? 

Forcing myself to read a few more pages before moving my bookmark into its new home. 

“Is Jacob in his office?” I ask Josh as he’s lingering close to where I’m sitting.

He nods quickly, “Where else would he be?” His eyebrows raise as he looks over at me, “I’m sure he’d be happy to see you.”

I slide out of my barstool, adjusting my pants quickly. His office isn’t far down the hall; as I round the corner into the door frame, I take him in for a second. He’s so pretty. 

I gently knock to get his attention, watching his eyes light up as he sees me makes my stomach turn. Just go for it.

His sweet voice lingers in the room as he says, “I wasn’t expecting you to be here.”

I swallow my nerves and whisper, “I know.” Stepping further into the small space, pushing the door shut behind me. Everything feels like slow motion again.

Turning to him, I’m barely taller than him while he’s sitting; I grab the sides of his face as I lean in. The feeling of his lips against mine makes my heart beat harder. I have kissed my fair share of men in my life, but none compare to him. The way his lips are so soft and how he goes for my bottom lip makes me wonder if he would ever sink his teeth into it. 

“Well, it’s nice to see you too,” he whispers through a small giggle, which makes me laugh with him. His hands gently rest on my waist. The way he looks at me, this man is going to be the death of me. 

I lean back in; this time, I can’t stop how desperate I feel. My hands find the back of his neck; my fingertips pressed into him like I’m afraid he’s going to run away. His grip on me tightens, pulling me closer. My legs bump into his knees; well, there’s only one way to solve this. 

Before I have time to think, I’m straddling his lap, his arms wrapped around me, my hands sliding up into his hair. Oh my god. My breath hitches as he lightly dances his tongue against my lip, and who would I be to deny him that? Goosebumps flood my body as he deepens the kiss, his grip on my shirt getting tighter, pulling me against him harder. I let my teeth grab his bottom lip, barely enough pressure to gently pull it back, when the sweetest little moan escapes him. 

The sound alone was enough to get a girl wet, but then he smiled. And dear god– isn’t his smile gorgeous? A little pink staining his cheeks, we quietly laughed together as I tucked my face into his neck. I breathed him in for a moment, feeling his hands slide up and down my sides. I felt him shift a bit before he pressed a kiss into the base of my neck, sending chills through my body.

He continues to litter slow kisses up my neck and under my jaw as I sit back up. He takes his time, barely lifting up when he moves so I can feel his breath as he inches his way up. Nobody had ever taken the time he had with me; it felt like he was savoring every kiss. 

My hands timidly moved from his neck down to his chest. If we weren’t here, I would be pulling this shirt off of him. Thankfully, his button-up shirts didn’t leave much to the imagination; I gently tugged on one side, revealing his collarbone that I let my fingertips graze. 

He hums against my skin before moving to press a kiss just under my ear. 

“Mmm,” he rasps quietly, “I could stay here all night.” His low voice sends shivers down my spine and makes my heart throb. I need him.

I stand up, grabbing his hands from my waist. 

“Stand up for me?” I ask quietly, and he doesn’t hesitate to follow through. He leans against his desk as I lean into him. It’s my turn to have some fun. 

I kiss down his jawline as my hands find his hips. Tracing along the top of his belt, I move my lips to his neck; his skin is so warm. Deciding to take my chance, I slide his belt over, starting to undo it. 

“Charlotte,” he whispers, “what are you doing?” 

I look up at him, stilling my hands, to ask, “Is this okay?” 

His eyes meet mine, looking back and forth for a moment like he’s trying to make sense of what I’m doing. But honestly, I’m also trying to make sense of it. 

“Of course, it’s okay. I just—“ he stumbles over his words before I cut him off with a kiss. 

I mumble against his lips, “Let’s not talk about it right now.” 

Quickly undoing his belt and popping the button on his jeans, my mouth is already watering. I drop down to my knees as I’m unzipping him, seeing his cock twitch as I do. He leans over me, flipping the lock on the office door. 

I can’t help but press kisses into his stomach just above his boxers, watching the goosebumps flood his skin. Gently tugging the waistband down, letting him free. Holy shit. My hand immediately ran down his length as I glanced up at him.

“All for me, baby?” Slips out, and he just moans quietly in response. What is he doing to me? His face reddening at the pet name, and my heart is pounding at the soft sounds coming from him. Letting my tongue run up to the tip before sliding him into my mouth. I can barely see him gripping his desk, the veins in his hands popping out harder, which only sends another shock through my body. 

Slowly taking more and more, I want to savor the moment. I’ve never wanted to be in this position more in my life. His little whimpers as I move closer to the base, making me throb. I pull my head back, stroking him for a second as I tease him more. 

“Don’t be shy, I wanna hear you,” I tell him. A strained moan falls from his lips. Before going back in for more, I tuck some loose hair behind my ears. Feeling his hands carefully gather all my hair as he wraps it around his fist, he watches me as I move my head quicker. The moans falling from his lips get louder as I pick up speed. 

Knowing he must be getting close, I say the one thing I know will get him going. 

“Come on, Captain.” 

His head drops back as his hand tightens its grip on my hair, he lets out a breathy, “Please.” 

“Let me have it,” I whisper, plunging my head down his length, feeling his little trail of hair barely touch my nose. I bob my head a few times before using my hand to help get him there, feeling his muscles tense before he finally spits out any sort of warning.

“Charlotte- fuck,” is all he can get out before his orgasm hits him. Hearing him moan my name makes my heart flutter. He accidentally tugs harder on my hair, not that I mind. But lettting go to brush the little hairs away from my face as I pull back and tuck him back into his boxers. 

I sat back on my feet, just admiring him in this state. His face was a little flushed, eyes still closed as a little smile crept onto his face. Finally looking down at me, he reached his hands out for me to take. Pulling me close to him as he kisses me, but I move my face back out of shock. 

“But I just-“ I start; most men I have been with would never kiss me after I did that for them.

“Who cares?” He giggles, pecking my lips a few more times. “Don’t even mind the taste since it’s on your lips.” 

“Oh,” is all I can muster. I was so severely unprepared for how secure he actually was in himself. Why is that so sexy? Have I really wasted that many times on guys who are just insecure? I truly didn’t think that something so simple would make him even more attractive, but here we are. 

“Should I sneak back out there?” I ask as he fixes his belt. 

“If you do, I’ll come out and keep you company,” he says, looking back up at me. He looks like he’s fighting a smile, which I can’t decide what option is cuter. I lean myself into him, pressing a few small kisses against his lips. 

“Okay, I’ll see you in a few minutes,” I whisper, wiping my thumb across his lip gently. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Sitting back in my seat at the bar, I watch as Josh makes my drink for me. I can’t believe I did that. My mind races with what just happened, the sounds he made, the way even just the thought makes me shift in my seat. 

“Thank you,” I pipe up as Josh slides my drink over to me. He flashes me a toothy grin before hustling over to take someone’s order. I’m not even halfway through my sip when Jacob’s voice floods my ears. 

“You doin’ alright?” his English accent slips out. He sneaks behind the bar but not too far from me. 

“I’ve been waiting for you to show up,” I smirk, taking a sip of my drink. The corners of his mouth quirked. He grabbed the towel next to him before walking over to where I sat. 

“Is that so?” He asks, cocking his eyebrow up. The way he’s looking at me like I’m the only person in the room makes my body warm. I’ve never had someone make me feel like this before. The way he’s standing in front of me, propping himself up against the bar. How his toned arms are lightly flexed, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look past how nice* his hands are. 

“Maybe,” I squeak out, leaning into my hands to try and get a little closer to him. The grin plastered on my face was undeniable. Looking at him in front of me after what just happened makes my head feel dizzy, and I’ve only had one drink. 

“Well, I’m very sorry, honey,” he says, just loud enough for me to hear. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and I’ll be damned; he’s good at it. “Rude of me to leave such a pretty girl like you waiting.” He thinks I’m pretty.  

My mouth moves faster than my brain can when I respond with, “I’ll let it slide this time.” Letting my eyes wander all over him as if nobody could see me. Noticing the way he’s biting the inside of his lip, the little twitch in his hand as my eyes drop to them. The movement of his necklace when he leans forward only fills my head with horrible thoughts. The thought of them bouncing off his chest as he– 

“I’ll make it up to you,” he says, subtly biting his lip. “Promise.” The look he’s giving me makes my thighs clench together. 

“Oh, I’ll be looking forward to that,” I try to hide how nervous that makes me. I haven’t done anything with someone for a while, let alone having someone … do something for me. Usually on my own for that. 

He stares at me for another second before letting his head drop back a little. He stares at the ceiling before shaking it as he looks down. A soft little smile is on his lips. What is he thinking about that has him grinning like that? 

I cave, “What’s that face for?” 

He lets out a laugh, letting his smile grow, showing off his teeth now. His eyes rake over me again, his arms folded over his chest; he really is so cute. 

“It’s nothing,” he finally spits out. 

My eyebrows pull in, “I don’t buy that one bit.” Squinting at him as tries to do the same face back but not being able to hold it.

“I can’t say it right now,” he says, moving closer to the bar. He leans down, propping himself up with his elbows.

“Why not?” I don’t know what is in the air tonight, but I can’t stop myself from poking at him more and more. 

“It’s not the right place,” he laughs, “people could hear me.” 

“Just whisper it to me,” I excitedly spit out, “we can pretend it’s a secret.” I watch as he looks around the room, moves back, and mouths ‘hold on’ to me. 

  He pours two fresh beers from the tap, walks them over to a table, and grabs their empty glasses. He then wanders around the booths for a moment, making sure everybody is happy. I steal glances at him a few times, doing my best to not stare at him, but it’s hard. He’s a deceivingly intoxicating man; you’d never expect it because he’s so quiet at first. 

How he’s gone this long without a girlfriend is beyond me. I guess it’s also something we’ve never really talked about, so maybe he just didn’t care? I can’t imagine girls not liking him. He’s so precious; how could you not develop a crush on him? Oh– I hadn’t thought that hard about that part of whatever this situation is. Do I have a crush on him? But I don’t live here, so that could make him not want to pursue anything– I don’t live that far, maybe he wouldn’t care. My thoughts race with questions of whether I’m making a mistake or not. 

I don’t want to jump into a relationship this fast. I don’t want to waste more time, but I have to do something because I just know Cassie would punch me if I didn’t do this. Suddenly remembering the book that offended me earlier today, ‘Friends with benefits’ plays in my head. Maybe he would be okay with that..? That way I can make sure this is what I want to do. That sounds reasonable, right? I’d say we’re friends and who would say no to the benefits? He already promised me something, and I need to know what that is now.  

I’m pulled from my thoughts when I feel someone gently place their hand on my back. I look over to see him setting a few glasses on the bar. He’s so close I can feel the warmth coming off of him and smell his cologne. 

“Oh, sorry, excuse me,” he giggles quietly. Turning to leave, he stops, sliding his hand up to the base of my neck and lightly giving it a squeeze. He drops his head to whisper, “Was just thinking about how I can’t wait to hear your pretty voice moaning my name.” 

My jaw falls open as he says it; looking up at him, his face is flushed like he’s embarrassed to admit it. He gives me a slow wink before sauntering off to talk to customers, leaving me to think about that. I definitely need to know what he plans on doing to make it up to me now. 

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Our nightly routine begins once more as we walk in comfortable silence to my car. 

I quietly break the silence, letting out, “The sky looks so pretty tonight.”

His head tilts up quickly to take it in while I watch him. His eyes scanned all the stars and the light from the moon, illuminating him with no cloud in sight. 

“She really is amazing, isn’t she?” he spoke so softly, looking over at me. 

“Who..?” 

“The moon,” he chokes back a little laugh. “She’s incredible.” He looks so happy as he looks back up at the sky. The chill of November made it so I could see his breath as we walked, but it also kept me closer to him in hopes of stealing some of his warmth. 

Our hands timidly brush against each other a few times until he glances down, sliding his hand into mine. I just know Cassie is somewhere screaming over how  I am with him. I just look at our hands intertwined, the way his thumb just runs over mine, and smile when he squeezes a little to make me look at him. 

“Your chariot, madame,” he says, gesturing his free hand to my car. 

“Oh, thank you, sir.” I try to play along, letting a small laugh slip partway through. We just stood there in comfortable silence for a second, still hand in hand. 

“So,” he mumbles, “I’ll see you tomorrow?” I nod, fighting the urge to just stare at his mouth. 

“Drive home safe. Text me when you make it. You know the drill at this point,” his sweet giggle lacing the latter half. 

“Of course, mhm,” I tell him, moving a little closer to him, “I hope you have a good rest of your night, Jacob.” His eyes practically twinkling in the moonlight as I gaze at him. He leans in, his plump lips pressed into mine but backs up quickly with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Back to my full name already?” his smug little tone made me laugh. My hands grab the sides of his face, pulling him back in for another kiss. 

“I didn’t think you’d want me to call you Captain in public after that,” I say against his lips; he lets out a small groan at the name. 

“I’ll let it slide this time,” he mocks me, stepping back and grabbing my hands. He pulls them up, placing little kisses across my knuckles. How is he real? He reaches past me to open my car door. 

“Now, get home before it’s too late.” 

I toss my bag into the passenger seat before sitting down and starting it. Turning to him one more time, looking up at him, I can’t stop myself from smiling. I grab his shirt and tug him towards me. His hand holding onto the doorframe, leans down, hovering over my mouth until I finally cave.

 “One more,” I mumble before closing the gap between us. He laughs into me, knowing I full well just stole his line. 

“I’ll be waiting for your text,” he says, pointing at me with his eyebrows raised as he moves back to shut my door. 

I sit there for a minute, just watching as he walks back towards the bar until he’s finally out of sight. I click on the address in my maps and set my phone in the cup holder. Looking back up at the moon, seeing how bright it is tonight. She is beautiful. 

I can’t take my eyes away from it, feeling the tears settling in, and into the quiet of my car I whisper, “I hope you’re proud of me, and god, I wish I could call you right now.” 

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The Wedding Effect

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x Y/N

Words: 1825

Warnings: nsfw content, minors dni, daddy kink, tiny bit of dirty talk, unprotected sex

A/N: hi! sorry I’ve been gone for the longest time, I had no motivation to write but I just managed to finish up this fic that’s been sat in my drafts for months (as you can tell by Charles and Charlotte still being together, oops!). hope you enjoy as always <3

 You had never expected to find yourself here, sat under the glowing lights of one of your best friend’s weddings, fingers laced through the hand of the person you loved more than anything. Pierre was sat beside you, smile sat wide on his face as he watched the happy couple have their first dance. Charles and Charlotte were two of the most important people in your lives, so when they had asked you to be a bridesmaid and Pierre to be one of the best men, there was no way that you would’ve turned them down.

The romance of the event, coupled with the several glasses of wine now flowing around your system, had flushed you with a beautiful glow that Pierre was quickly finding irresistible. He always thought you looked beautiful, but the pure happiness that was radiating from your figure made you look even more gorgeous than you normally did. As much as he wanted to stay wrapped up in the fairytale setting, a bigger part of him wanted to take you back to the hotel room and have you screaming his name.

The wine glass in your hand was quickly emptied before you pulled yourself to your feet. Looking back at Pierre expectingly, you tugged on his hand that was still entwined with yours before leading him towards the dancefloor. Pierre could’ve sworn that he’d never been so in love in his life. His hands settled on your waists, thumbs slowly caressing the soft satin of your dress as your own settled behind his neck. He slowly led you around the dance floor, eyes never leaving yours as he appreciated everything he had found in you.

Every so often he would twirl you around, the gleeful laugh that escaped your lips almost making him get on his knees to beg you to do it again. It felt like the two of you danced for hours, captured in the little bubble of love that had formed between the two of you, and most likely it was given the number of people had dwindled significantly since you got up.

You both decided it was time to call it a night, Pierre’s tie now undone along with his top button, your hair slowly beginning to fall from the manicured updo it had been in all day. Leaving the happy couple with your well wishes and the promise of a double date soon, you made your way back to the hotel. Thankfully it was only a short walk, Charles and Charlotte had decided to have their wedding in Monaco, the place where there love story had unfolded.

As soon as the door had shut behind the two of you it was like a switch had been flicked. Your lips were on each other’s immediately, hands fumbling to remove clothes as each of you told the other how good they had looked the whole day. Pierre’s skilled fingers had the zip of your dress undone in no time, hands pushing the thin straps from your shoulders, leaving the fabric to crumple on the floor at your feet. He audible groaned as he looked at you.

The style of the dress meant you hadn’t been wearing a bra all day, the only fabric covering your body now being the white lace thong, one which you knew was one of his favourites. His lips sought yours out as quickly as they could, actions becoming messier as you became intoxicated by each other. Pierre’s dress shirt was soon slipped from his shoulders, and you couldn’t stop yourself from running your hands over his abs before cupping his cock through his trousers.

His hands quickly fiddled with his belt as you pushed him back towards the bed, his figure falling backwards as his knees hit the bed. You situated yourself on his lap, his trousers now dangling around his calves as his hands settled themselves on your ass. Your hands softly cupped his face as your lips met again, your hips slowly grinding against his, drawing out delicate groans from the man below you.

Both of you knew that you wouldn’t need much foreplay, you’d both been worked up all day. Pierre was already rock hard, and your movements certainly weren’t helping him calm down. Heavy breaths filled the room as your movements got rushed and desperate, your hips moving of their own accord to increase the friction between you. It didn’t take long for Pierre to be the first to crack, his lips pulling away from your own causing you to whine in protest as he smirked up at you.

“Don’t pout baby, I’m going to make you feel so good.” You mewled at his words, he had never lied to you before and you didn’t think he was going to start now. Your thong was quickly shifted to the side, exposing your wetness to your boyfriend which caused him to audibly groan.

“Fuck, is all this for me?”

“Just for you, always.” Pierre’s thumb drifted over your clit at your words, a sigh leaving your mouth happily as your hands absentmindedly began playing with your tits.

“As much as I want you to sit on my face, if I’m not inside you soon I might explode.”

Your hand drifted down to his stiff cock, guiding it to your waiting cunt. As you sank yourself down onto his impressive length, your head dropped back as the feeling of fullness spread throughout your entire body. Before you even got the chance to start rocking your hips, Pierre caught your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing your eyes to meet his own.

“I want to watch your pretty face as you fuck yourself on my cock.”

Your sharp intake of breath told him that his words had had their desired effect, his smirk telling you just how much he loved turning you into a stuttering mess for him. Pierre’s hands were planted on the curve of your hips, slowly encouraging your movements as you grinded your hips down onto his own.

Moans and expletives were falling rapidly from both your mouths, your senses heightened from how turned on you’d been all day. His deep blue eyes had yet to leave your own and you couldn’t look away, not even when one of his hands left your hip to rub quick circles onto your oversensitive clit.

Your movements faltered as the electric pleasure ran across your body but the look from Pierre told you that if you stopped you’d be in trouble. “You look so pretty for me right now baby,” Pierre cooed up at you. If his cock wasn’t hitting all the right spots in you then maybe you would’ve blushed but all you could think about was the all-encompassing pleasure your boyfriend was giving you.

He could tell you were getting tired and overstimulated, your hips protested against the movement despite the overwhelming urge to make yourself cum. Before you could even blink you were on your back staring up at the ceiling, hands pinned above your head as Pierre lifted your thighs to wrap around his hips.

“Need a little help there princess?”

Pierre undoubtedly thought he had the upper hand, right up until you whispered “Yes, daddy,” and then he felt he’d died and gone to heaven. You couldn’t help but smile at the dark look that crossed his face, your eyes racking over the red lines your nails had already left across his chest before they settled back to looking at his lips.

“I need you to fuck me like you mean it daddy.”

There wasn’t much else said throughout the exchange, Pierre constantly calling you a good girl and praising how well you took his cock. Sweat was started to bead on his brow from how fiercely he was pounding into you but he could feel you clenching around him and he wasn’t going to slow down until you’d cum.

The sound of skin slapping against skin was deafening, the pleasure reaching heights in you that you didn’t think possible. Pierre’s cock was repeatedly hitting the spot in you that made your toes curl and your fingers tangle themselves into the sheets.

“Pierre, you’re gonna make me-“

“Beg for it.”

Your eyes had closed as you felt your orgasm getting closer but they shot open at your boyfriend’s words. Without even missing a beat he continued fucking your now oversensitive cunt, but now with a cheeky smile spread across his face. Maybe if you weren’t so worn out and desperate for your release you would’ve put up more of a fight.

“Please, Pierre, please let me cum. You’re fucking me so well, I need you to let me cum, please.” Words were just tumbling out your mouth at this point and Pierre briefly thought that he’d never been happier.

The feel of his thumb brushing your clit told you that it was okay to let go and your body took no time at all in letting your orgasm rip through it, every part of your body being encompassed by the pleasure.

Pierre followed just as you were coming down from your own high, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself into you before he leaned down to rest his head on your chest.

Both of you were panting, sex between the pair of you was always exhausting but so, so worth it. Pierre slowly slid his cock out of you and you couldn’t help but wince at the rush of fluid between your legs. A soft kiss was planted on your forehead before Pierre dragged himself off the bed and into the bathroom.

Only a few seconds later he came back with a damp cloth and a glass of water. “Open your legs for me, cherie.” In any other circumstance it would’ve been sexy but the pair of you now just wanted to cuddle and sleep. Pierre took his time cleaning you up, making sure to be extra gentle with his movements while you were sipping on the glass of water.

Once the cloth had been disposed of, he handed you a clean pair of boxers and one of his t-shirts, your favourite sleeping attire when he was away for race weekends. It didn’t take long for you both to be snuggled under the sheets, your head laying against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart as he drew soft patterns on the base of your spine.

“Did you enjoy the day, my love?” Pierre’s question was met with silence, your eyes having fluttered shut and your breathing deepened as soon as you were in your boyfriend’s warm embrace. He smiled looking down at your sleeping figure, his lips lingering on the crown of your head. He leaned over as gently as he could towards the nightstand to flick the switch of the lamp, the room plunging itself into darkness.

“Goodnight, little dove, I love you.”

[new-berry]

Charlotte Trippier /Sasha Atwood fem slash, not true, NSFW. Almost aggressively neglectful of spelling and grammar.

Notes: I’m sure Kat Kane (Harry Kane’s partner) and Lauren Fryer (Declan’s Rice) are lovely people. But. This is fiction.

Kieran’s at the euros. Charlottes taking kids to the funfair and posting feel cute might delete crop top pictures. Sasha is pregnant and should ask if the other Kieran rumours are true and Jack has not stopped being Jack.

…../

She shouldn't be doing this. But then Charlotte shouldn’t be getting her tits out on insta, and Jack shouldn’t be putting profiles on Raya poorly disguised. So really. In the field of bad decisions it’s Jack, then her, then Charlotte. And this bad decision is at least half Charlotte’s fault.

Also, she’s horny as fuck and doesn’t know of any one of her previous flings that will be up for a no string roll in the hay with her with this stomach. And that could also be trusted to keep their hands off her tits.

They aren’t exactly friends, close enough her asking to drop in with a breathy breezy tone was given the green light. Not close enough despite sitting in the same row at international tournaments to ask why Charlotte isnt at the one currently happening in Germany.

Charlotte’s kids are at some kind of play date. And at some point Sasha should work out how to organise them. She should finish the nursery and she should find the kind of friends she would ask those questions to. Not the kind of maybe-friends that she backs against the door shoving her tongue into their mouths.

Charlotte gasps, which is good. Means her mouth is open and its way easy to shove her tongue all the way in and keep some kind of aggressive control. Control she keeps right until Charlotte sticks her legs between Sasha’s things and grinds them together.

And yeah, horny as hell and Jack’s greasy mitts are very unattractive when all she can see if his hands typing out the exact same come-on’s to multiple models.

"Bed," Charlotte says. In the past they usually used wine as an excuse. Sneaking a fag when Kate Kane and her deputy head girl Lauren weren’t looking.

She wants to ask if it’s worth it and if Charlottes going to stay when he’s home all the time and if the rumours about Kieran and the wonky faced scouser that plays here are true, but she wants to get laid more.

They probably are true if Charlotte’s taking titty shots and not just posting them to stories. The two of them walk fast to the bedroom Charlotte towing her unprotesting along behind her. Fuck it’s the master bedroom, all the curtains open and white sheets on the bed.

So Charlotte is truly pissed and whatever. Maybe she’ll come back when her mother can baby sit and they can drink really expensive wine on Jack’s dollar and she can be the kind of friend that asks.

Charlotte’s taken over the kiss now, “not my boobs” Sasha gasps out and opens her mouth almost sucking Charlottes tongue back into her mouth.

Charlotte wrenches her mouth away and slurps an obnoxious loud kiss on her neck. “Don’t care if it bruises,” Sasha blurts out. Charlotte stops short of teeth though. They are both in crop tops and workout pants. Not the kind anyone would actually wear to the gym.

Sasha’s have a maternity waist. She hates them but now that she isn’t hiding anything behind boho smocks and handbags it’s too fucking hot for anything else.

“Wanna leave it on?” Charlotte’s fingers ghost against the bottom of the crop top she’s wearing and Sasha nods.

“Mine are fine,” she snarks out when Sasha doesn’t move. Sasha rollls her eyes but unhooks the back of the low cut top Charlotte has on. There is a gold chain that she leaves on, but then takes off the black push up bra that’s holding everything up. Sasha rolls her nipples between her fingers and Charlotte seems into it for ten seconds until she shoves up at Sasha.

Thinking back she doesn’t know why she bothered trying to even control the kiss. Sasha lies on her back. The ceiling is the kind of blinding white that speaks to a recent paint job. Turning her head the curtains are new, the carpet still holds the lines that someone else, not Charlotte, has vacuumed into it.

They may have been closer to Germany than Sasha realised. Not exactly the kind of girl friends that call at night to panic over the future.

Charlottes taps her hips and she arches her back up to make it easier to get the leggings and her knickers off. They’ve talked at night. Sasha thought it must be easier, that Kieran had boyfriends that had something Charlotte didn’t. Half the models Jack fucks could be her sister.

Her younger sister now and the hormone soup she’s in makes her eyes feel hot and glassy for a second before she blinks that all away.

Charlottes fingers are clever and quick and that’s all Sasha concentrates on.

“Fuck,” she says, all wobbly and desperate when Charlotte rubs at her clit. Her fingers are a little too high up and Sasha pushes them down, uses more pressure and Charlotte shakes her hand off to take over.

It’s not some slow wave. She’s been thinking about this, fucking Charlotre or at least getting fucked by her since she got in the car. Her knickers are probably already wet, assuming this was the end game, based on other times. A conference room at Wembley, the hotel they had in Qatar.

She wouldn’t have made a point at saying the kids were away if she didn’t expect them to end up here as well.

This isn't - there's no real buildup, but there’s no one to hear her moan and swear and no horse faced honey blonde to sharply notice if they aren’t wearing the appropriate length denim shorts with their England shirts.

Sasha’s wet and aching, and Charlotte slides two fingers into her with a wet push and has her using double swear words. All ��Jesus fuck’ and ‘goddam holy shit.” Charlotte's fingers are almost too good And it’s on the tip of her tongue to blurt that out. Charlotte smirks and slinks down the bed to eat her out.

When she looks down Charlottes eyes are closed, her stomach is curved up but not enough to block anything out. Sasha desperately wants to grap her own boobs except that will hurt, nipples pressing into her bra more than enough simulation.

Charlottes eyelashes are dark and longer than the last time they met up. She’s sucking Sasha’s clit and still fingering her and it’s been less than a week since she she got laid but Christ it’s all she’s been thinking about today and it’s so fucking good.

Sasha rocks up and Charlotte clamps her hand around her hip to hold her in place. She probably still swearing, digging her fingers in the sheets. charlotte's lips stick is holding firm and her top lip is sticky. Sasha comes and Charlottes doesn’t let up

Rubbing her finger down the line of Her body from her cunt to her ass but not pushing in, licking around her clit tongue flicking until Sahas comes again even better this time, her toes cramping and she pushes her off.

Charlotte is taking her own workout pants off. Black knickers with the same lace that her bra had. Sasha takes a moment to think of the sensible maternity bras that her mother tried to get her to buy, the models that look happy and like they have eaten nothing but bread and cream for the week before the photo shoot and takes over yanking Charlotte’s pants off.

She’s wet too. Sasha remembers that. How much she likes being in control, the two of them kissing after a smoke, a bitter taste swapping from mouth to mouth. Charlotte’s hands messing up her hair.

There’s some speech she should could make but she just rests her hands on the damp short hair over her cunt until Charlotte impatiently moves her fingers to the right place.

Sasha’s hands feel inflated these days, clumsy like she not used to. She licks into her, moving her tongue letting Charlotte set the pace. She’s a bit dazed when Charlotte comes grinding into her face and laying back.

“Come up here” Charlotte says. “Have a cuddle.” Sasha’s knees feel wobbly, always off balance off centre these days and flops on the pillow next to her. There’s a lamp and phone charger on the bedside table next to her. Charlotte’s phone and a matching lamp on the one next to Charlotte.

Charlotte's sprawled, completely unconcerned. But she’s softer than when they first arrived. She wraps her arm around Sasha’s shoulder and lets her curl into her side. Sasha wants to ask her about the lipstick she’s wearing. And about cute maternity bras and if the green juice is worth how fucking dire it smells.

Sasha wants a nap, and goddammit a snack and to know if it’s worth staying and, putting her hand on Charlotte's waist if it takes a long time for your stomach to look that flat again. She wants to ask if this is a change in your brain when you get knocked up. That suddenly you are always thinking of twenty things at once. But. She doesn’t want to know any of those things yet. No more than she wants to lay here in the aftermath of pleasure. No particular time frame at all.

[chicvibes2730]

The necessities.

∆ I want to send a deep apology to all my future children. Brown, white, or yellow. I sure have been caught in the ugliest little shorts and pajamas I will ever wear. I know what your thinking. Well sweetheart you need to smell some flowers and wake up pretty early. I proved all these beautiful fashionistas are planning these day to day outfits. If they are not than you are seriously blessed. Right sweet chops I'm trying to complement you because to look fabulous you obviously are fabulous. If not I'm here to talk about essentials. I know about all these fashion tips because of shopping and observational cues. I have been doing my own shopping for about ten years now.

• Let's start with tank tops. Please do not shy away from name branded T-shirts and tanks. I would recommend a very soft fabric like Polo. I sure would also recommend their Beverly Hills Collection. Also do not shy away from a bold red tank top. I recommend getting them in brown, tan, white, and black. I sure did own a bright purple tank top before in my High School Era. This of course was before my Apartment was raided by my immigrant family. That my dear is another topic.

• Black pants are a must. Leather is fine and expensive my dear. Try an outlet store instead of the traditional Zara. Try Nordstrom and the all traditional Marshalls. I know what your thinking. I much rather Nordstrom. I have to tell you that I found the cutest baby blue Toms there at Marshalls. Also snag a look at TJ Maxx. I would bundle up on black jeans. Try buying about five pairs of the good old black Levis jeans. If you cannot find any Levis than try a good Charlotte jean. Black has always been a color to signify death. So be careful on having so much black. Yet, a funeral outfit, is a must.

• White T-Shirt. I recommend printed whites as well. They pair well with the basic jean. Light or dark. Accompany them with more of a Jane shoe. Even the boots that yell out hippie. The color white is a good color for rebirth. It is very traditional. I also would recommend a white button down.

• Comfort Bra and Panties. I recommend the colors Tan and Black. I ain't swearing by them, but they are, the usual traditional colors. Try snagging a pink comfort bra and panties for the sake of girlhood.

• Branded socks. Try Adidas and champion. That I can swear by. For women' try a more snug feel' and men should try a more constructive feeling.

• Recognized Jewlery. Do not shy away from the old snatch of Sterling silver. I know I know. You want gold. I would recommend the site of Etsy. I love the Betsy Jewelry as well. I also recommend the Kay jewelers.

• Printed Apparel. Like the Iconic tree printed Michael Kors shirt. Very epic. I would also like to see more of these women wearing Polka Dots. Just saying.

• Black Shoes. Try one with a buckle. The dearly beloved Coach Brand can help in this.

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Costumes- Tatum Riley

Pairing: Tatum Riley  x Reader

Characters: Tatum Riley

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon- Tatum Riley + picking out/wearing costumes 

Word Count: 408

Author: Charlotte

“How is that a costume?” You questioned looking over at Tatum who was reapplying lipstick in the mirror. 

She looked at you through the reflection giving you a smirk. Tatum stood up straight the short sheer dress raising to narrowly cover her underwear although they were visible through the material. The red fabric floated around her hips, hanging loose to show off the matching red lacy panties and bra set. It wasn’t anything more than lingerie paired with high heels and a headband donning two red horns on top of her flicked hair. 

“I’m a devil,” she stated. 

“You look like you’re about to fuck someone,” you corrected. 

“Only if I’m lucky,” Tatum smirked. 

You rolled your eyes at her, tugging at your matching dress, the only difference being yours was white, to try and stretch the material to cover you more. You mentally reminded yourself to never let Tatum pick your costumes ever again. 

“Do you really need to wear those stupid shorts?” She frowned eyeing up the white cycling shorts you had decided to wear, not to thrilled to have your arse out to the world. “And that goddamn tank top, you look like you’re going to the gym not trying to be a sexy angel.”

It wasn’t the most flattering combination with the halo and wings, but you were working with what you had to make the costume that Tatum bought you to look less like lingerie. 

“Why do I need to be a sexy angel?” You questioned. “What’s wrong with an angel? Not sexy, just an angel.” 

Tatum turned her nose up at your comment before glaring down at the white converse you had matched with your outfit, the high heels still in the box on her bed. 

“At least wear the heels,” she stated. “You are not going to get laid in those ratched trainers.”

“Some of us don’t care about getting laid.”

Tatum cocked an eyebrow at you. “That’s the whole point of Halloween.”

Moments like these you questioned your friendship, luckily most of the time you were as close as sisters but like sisters, you butted heads frequently, especially over menial things like a Halloween costume. 

“Tate, I’m happy with this, I’m going to be your wing woman,” you smiled softly, tugging at one of the white wings on your back to emphasise the pun. 

“I guess I can live with that,” she sighed. “Even if I’m not happy with it.”

[failing-to-write-again]

The Dancer and The Deadbeat

The poll has spoken and so here is the first installment in the Shu rewrite.

Since these releases are a series, if you want to be tagged to be alerted when the next part comes up just say so in your reblog. :)

I hope you enjoy it, this is a new thing for me so constructive critiques are appreciated.

Contents page will be linked HERE.

Prologue Part 1-Ch 1

“So he's dead.” 

“Lizzie! Show some respect”

“He’s hardly deserving of it anymore, Charlotte. But yes Liz, that's what the report said, he went ahead with that ridiculous plan for her and was killed by the sons.”

“He’s still the one who took us in, Adelaide. That has to be deserving of some respect.”

“He was being selfish, he was the one who could keep spoiled vampires away from us. Without him we are going to die.”

“Victoria!”

“Don’t ‘Victoria’ me, it's true. We’re human no matter how long we live. The second word is out everyone who knows of our existence will be on us. We might be able to keep them away, but those who do not know our history will be harder to dissuade.” 

“Since when has that been our approach?”

Eyes all turned to the latest addition to the conversation. Standing in the open door was Evelyn, the oldest among them, further within the foyer of the recently deceased Richter Sakamaki sat four women. The five of them looked to be no older than 21, however, they had long since passed that age by centuries. 

 You see, while vampires are naturally immortal there are magical ways to keep humans around should they be useful. Richter had taken the girls in, and while the occupants of the foyer would doubt this was intentional, each of them worked well together and filled in each other's gaps as ‘sisters’. Yet Richter had never sought to turn them, so really who is to say what his thought process was in terms of family making.

 Adelaide was leaning against a side table. She was the second eldest and was taken in with her biological sister Evelyn. Her hair was dark and long, when not in the braided up-do she wore daily, it fell to her mid-thighs. Her eyes were a sharp, cold blue, near ice like in colour identical to Evelyn. Her crisp white blouse tucked into waist high flared black pants, giving a baggy effect which defeated the point of the corset she wore. Something about bras being less comfortable and feeling less secure, always the traditionalist. Incredibly irritating chess opponent as well. From the frizz-less top of her head, past her manicured, black painted nails, all the way down to her red-bottom clad toes she was the image of a bond villain.

 Victoria sat, one leg crossed over the other on a chaise. Her bobbed, blonde hair a stark contrast to Adelaide, yet their expressions could not be more alike. Well put together in a maroon commuter suit, not an eyebrow out of place or revealing more emotion than vague disinterest. Victoria's eyes focused on the new entrant, waiting for instruction. Also a nightmare to play chess with, and poker. Far too competitive really. She resembled the CEO you expect to encounter in those Hallmark movies where Christmas and joy are illegal.

 Nearby Charlotte was leaning back in a wing-back chair, fingers laced together resting by red stained lips and legs crossed, as comfortably as a black pencil skirt and grey shirt allowed. Her collarbone length brunette hair blocking the sides of her face from view, brown eyes lost in thought. For a survivor of the Reign of Terror her maintained humanity was shocking. Unlike Adelaide and Victoria, when it came to chess you had a chance to beat her on the board if you didn’t let her talk. She wasn’t as overtly maniacal in appearance. More akin to the secretary you write off who’s really the one who holds the entire operation up.

 Elizabeth was half laying back on the other end of Victoria’s chaise. Arms crossed and legs kicked out in front of her, boot clad feet rhythmically tapping against each other. She sat scowling at the fire crackling gently, probably running through garden management to stretch resources to lay as low as possible for the foreseeable. Her black skinny jeans still held grass stains regardless of how many washes they were put through, and a wide strapped tank top displayed well tanned and toned arms with odd scratches and marks. Hates chess, last time she played she flipped the board to be permitted to return to her own devices. 

 Leading this small group was Evelyn, flared blue jeans with heeled boots, matched with a white sweater acting as almost an alternate reality Adelaide. While she had long tawny hair in a ponytail, it was considerably shorter than the thigh-length locs of her sister. However, her blue eyes could have been copy pasted. As the charismatic elder she tied together her sisters to view a more bigger picture approach, abysmal at chess however, gets too bored with the idea of line memorization.

Taking her seat in another armchair Evelyn tossed a letter from her back pocket onto the coffee table in the centre of the group.

“Karl Heinz knows Richter had human women, he’s planned to spread them out between vampire allies of his. He thinks the head of staff is the butler and left the head of staff as responsible for where each of the us is sent.”

At that Victoria stood scoffing in exasperation. 

“Exactly as I said. Yet you tell me we have a different approach rather than face the reality! Are we not even his heirs?”

Holding up a hand Evelyn, silencing the younger woman before she began once again.

“No, it isn’t. He wants to send his sons and adopted ones some of us, with orders to not kill them.” Pausing, it was Elizabeth who spoke this time. 

“What are you getting at here?”

“She's saying we we pick our poison and bind our time.” Adelaide’s arms rose to cross her chest as she gleaned the meaning of her sister’s words. 

 When dealing with vampires it was the strong belief of the group that it was easier to let them think you were going along with them to a degree. While vampires often threaten to kill boring prey it is always troublemakers who die fastest, if you let them think you’re fairly docile you can generally bend the situation to favour you in some way. At least that's how every other vampire Richter allowed within his castle was, annoying until you could get them to hang themselves in front of Richter. He didn’t take lightly any attempts to get close to his so-called ‘children’. That and the fact young dukes and barons are so averse to acknowledging the fact they were raised to be repressed fools. Give them some attention, toss them some compliment and they start doing what you want while denying they are for weeks. Vampire’s being a more predator-like species aren’t as directed towards social interactions to the level of humans, their habit of looking down upon what they view as lesser often bit them in the ass. The mere existence of vampire hunters makes that point far more evident than any extensive essay on vampire culture could. 

 The majority of the true humans kept about by Richter were released upon his death as per his will, the few remaining were prisoners of no consequence and sent off. The exception being the five girls meant to be inheriting the estate, alas the fool had not changed the will as he wanted to wait to be on his deathbed to not give anyone time to try to slip in to replace them. From all of Richter’s musings they had discerned enough to know, while not ideal, the Sakamaki sons and Mukami brothers were a safer choice. That and the Tsukinami… prince? King? Safe may be a strong word but predictable reactions meant at the bare minimum you could prepare.

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 “No way is Reiji a smart idea. He is going to be cut throat from all accounts.” Evelyn chalked her cue as she watched the ball she hit bounce off the table edge millimetres off target. Adelaide lined up a shot at a corner pocket as she gave an admittedly weak defense of her choice. 

 “I agree, but it seems he hyperfocuses that aggression on manners. All you have to do is stick to proper decorum. Shu is more likely to pass you off to one of the younger ones who will kill you and fast.” The ball spun once hit falling into the table with a click. The decision of where Charlotte, Victoria, and Elizabeth were going was made quickly. Elizabeth and Charlotte as the youngest, paired with the loyalty the Mukamis seemed to have towards Karl Heinz, meant it was not a hard choice to send them where they were least likely to be harmed. Victoria, being younger than the blue eyed pair had to accept their decision in sending her to Carla, a vampire suspected to be suffering from the Endzeit virus. How could someone being actively weakened by disease pass up on compliant food? The remaining issue serving as a sticking point was neither Adelaide or Evelyn felt comfortable with the other going to a Sakamaki brother.

 Adelaide maintained that while more open to violent methods, if the recovered sacrificial bride autopsies were to be believed, Reiji seemed to be the most likely to have a reasoning behind his actions. From what Richter had told them, Reiji ran the daily household events and was a stickler for manners. Adelaide being the most ‘stiff’ of them all would seem ideal to Reiji as a source of blood easier to keep alive. She felt Shu, what with rarely showing up at events you would expect him to, and passing over brides to his brothers to dispose of meant he was less likely to bother preventing harm to her sister. She was arguing that Evelyn should go with Reiji.

 Evelyn meanwhile agreed with nearly all points aside from the fact that Adelaide wanted to go with Reiji. In her eyes Adie would not last a day with Reiji, nor would any of them. Evelyn was confident she could at least avoid him until able to get a proper exit strategy made for them. The theory of Adelaide being mannerly enough to have an easier time handling him was too risky. In response to that Adelaide repeated how Evelyn’s ballet history means she would be liked by Shu, who had been seen by Richter at many Royal recitals. Whereas she would be too stiff and boring, thus easier to send to the wayside.

Ultimately, a decision had to be made, Adelaide’s concern of Evie being left in the hands of a vampire so lazy to avoid eating losing to the age card. That did not, however, ease any of the oldest’s concerns when her sisters were split between three cars, their phones taken, or meeting said creepy vampires . She especially did not like how Laito and Ayato had looked at them, or how Reiji reacted to the announcement he was to be paired with Adelaide. The only comfort being that Shu lived up to expectation exactly; he would be easy to work around to afford her time to form an escape plan.

 As the five brothers dispersed after introductions, only she and Shu were left. Evelyn let her eyes trace around the room as she slowly turned in a circle before finally returning to land on the blonde lazing under a window. Evelyn could appreciate that he wasn’t too hard on the eyes, and seemed to be closer to her age than most other vampires she had been forced to interact with. 

 While busy musing over where in the shit to good scale her situation lay, he opened his eyes and began to speak.

“I’m not going to bother draining you so don’t look at me so expectantly.”

“Excuse me?”

“And I’m not going to sleep with you either, you’re staring like you expect me to do something. You’re not worth the effort.”

 Sealing his position as manageable asshole, Evelyn resigned to stand and look rather cross as a signifier of her less than stellar mood. Her fingers drummed to the tempo of some dance long forgotten, a waltz maybe? It was hard to say what it was just a melody passing through her brain from a long lost memory. 

The vampire spoke again.

“Women like you are all so boring. You offer your body to try get close to the head of the household. You’ve chosen the wrong person to do that, I have no interest in such things.”

“I honestly have no idea what you're on about. I didn’t choose to be here and I’ve just met you.”

“God what a pain.”

And then he was gone.

[influencermagazineuk]

British pop sensation Charli XCX recently revealed an amazing, rager-before-the-rager kind of startup to the music world. When she was 15, her parents would take her out to perform at raves at night. The singer giggled while describing how she managed to pull this one over on her parents: "I just told them, 'guys, I've got swim practice. At 2:00 A.M.'" Now 32, Charli- whose real name is Charlotte Aitchison- stayed cheesy and nostalgic to present Saturday Night Live (SNL) on NBC. Addressing the viewers in her opening monologue, she revealed to fans glimpses of her past, not from secretive teenage raves but from actually becoming an influential cultural figure. hinnk, CC BY-SA 3.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0, via Wikimedia Commons "I actually started performing when I was really young, she admitted to an audience. She played at her first rave when she was 15 years old. Her parents actually drove her there. She joked about how far she has come, describing herself as "a triple threat." In England, that means she sings, drinks, and smokes." The Brat Phenomenon In June, Charli's sixth studio album, Brat, dropped, and a cultural movement was born. The themes and tracks on the album resonate so powerfully that "brat" has become a term with a life of its own. Social media has buzzed with millions embracing the "brat" lifestyle, according to Charli, describing it as more than a word: "An attitude.". As she appeared on SNL, she said: "So many people ask me, 'What is brat?' Honestly, it's just like an attitude, it's a vibe." "Keeping it real is very brat. It's about being vulnerable, honest, and not taking life too seriously," she added. It gained such speed that even American politics aren't immune to its influence: U.S. presidential candidate Kamala Harris adopted a "brat" rebrand on social media in an effort to connect with younger voters. Charli also mentioned one defining "brat moment" that perfectly encapsulated the use of the term. She recalled a story about Martha Stewart, who appeared to be relieved that a journalist who had written once on her legal troubles was dead. The catch? That journalist came out to state, "Hey, I'm alive." Charli quipped, "That is extremely brat." A Bold New Identity For Charli, being a "brat is becoming something raw, imperfect, and against the norms of the society. She has termed the "brat girl to be decisively raw always sporting "a pack of cigs, a Bic lighter and a strappy white top with no bra." That aesthetic is, according to her a negation of what she terms as polished and curated trends, the "clean girl" look-culture that has garnered quite significant traction on platforms like TikTok. As Charli said on the BBC's Sidetracked podcast, summarizing her philosophy, this "brat girl" is who might have "a breakdown but kind of like parties through it." Her unapologetic honesty is refreshing to her fans, offering a relatable, raw alternative to mainstream ideals of perfection. The cultural influence of the "brat" movement was cemented earlier this month when Collins Dictionary declared it the 2024 Word of the Year. Lexicographers defined it to represent a "confident, independent, and hedonistic attitude," perfectly aligning with Charli's message and music. The impact Charli will continue to make grows only with the potential to connect with her fans on a deeply personal level. Her appearance on SNL capped off the night with a sentiment encapsulating her ethos: "I'm not used to being out this early on a Saturday night, but for you guys, it's worth it." From late-night raves to international recognition, Charli XCX's journey has been about being rebellious and inspiring at the same time-to carve your own path, to be who you are. Read the full article

[saileisie]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Charlotte Russe Womens White / Black Bra Tank Top Bra Crop Top Camis New.

[starchildren220]

Eyes Don't Lie VI

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Eyes Don't Lie Masterlist

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Severus Snape x OC x Lucius Malfoy

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When she got inside her common room there were two figures on the couch, both with bright red hair. "Damn you take foreverrr." Fred groaned getting up and stretching. "For real, like Merlin what took you so long." George commented doing the same thing as Fred.

"Oh shit! You scared me. I completely forgot about your 'apology'." Charlotte went up to her dorm and the twins followed her. "Hey!" Fred said. "It's a real apology." George corrected. "Oh really?" Charlotte asked. "Yeah really." Fred poked out from her left side while George came from the right side.

She unlocked her door and opened it, the twins slipped in and George jumped onto her bed while Fred went through her desk. "Don't touch that." She hit Fred on the back of the head with the shoe she took off. "Ow. Your so mean to me." Charlotte rolled her eyes pulling off her other shoe setting them by the door.

"So for this apology is it gonna be cold or warm?" Charlotte pulled off her robe and hung it on the back of the chair. Fred then pulled out that chair and sat in it. "I'd say it's ok, bring a jumper with you just in case you know." She nodded and took off her sweater, she was left in her button up.

"Can I know what your forcing me to do yet?" Charlotte asked starting to unbutton her dress shirt. "Nope." George answered popping the 'p'. "Darn." She cursed jokingly, her shirt completely unbuttoned and untucked it, her bra on display. She reached under her skirt to pull her garter tights off she placed the garter tights on her dresser. She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it throwing into her laundry basket.

She went to her wardrobe and opened it. "Is it more of a dress thing or a nice shirt and jeans thing?" Charlotte asked receiving no answer she turned to look at them realizing they were paying attention to her but not her words she snapped her fingers breaking them out of their trance. "My eyes are up here." She smirked. "Now is it a dress thing or a nice shirt and jean thing?"

"Nice shirt and jeans thing I believe." Charlotte nodded and opened a drawer and pulled out a white arrivals of clothing and then opened a different drawer and pulled out the jeans. She pulled off the button up and threw it in the laundry basket and threw the jeans next to George on the bed. "I will be getting and actual worded apology too right?" Fred threw himself onto George who yelled. "Of course darling." Fred answered fighting to push George off who was fighting to push him off. "Good." She reached behind her to unclasp her bra before stopping herself, then waving her hand and blindfolds appeared over the boys eyes.

"Kinky." George said. "Hey! I was gonna say that." Fred whined and Charlotte chucked. "You two are dorks." She unclamped her bra and pulled it off laying it on the bed then she grabbed to corset top she brought out. She wrapped it around her abdomen and latched it in the front.

She then waved her hand again to make the blindfolds to disappear. "Did u really need to blindfold us for that?" Fred winked. She then smacked his leg and grabbed her jeans pulling them on. Grabbing her purse she called for them. "Are you ready?" She accioed her high tops and socks pulling them on her feet.

Fred and George jumped up and to their respective sides holding out their arms. "M'lady." Charlotte laughed putting each of her arms in the holes the created. They opened the door and pulled her along.

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"Close your eyes." George told Charlotte when they got close. "Are we really doing this?" Charlotte crossed her arms. "Yes, now either you do it or I will." Fred answered, Charlotte rolled her eyes and closed them. She felt two hands grasp her upper arms and a figure behind her.

"Let me guide you m'lady." George spoke into her ear. "Then let's go I would like to sleep." She lifted her hand to cover a yawn. "There are steps coming up so I'll tell you when to step up.

It took forever but the three of you were able to get up the magnitude of stairs. "Open." George told her letting go og Charlotte's upper arms. She opened her eyes expecting a bright room only to be proved wrong. The room was had a very open layout, there were window holes without glass, and a wall replaced by railing.

"Wow." She walked over to the railing, they were far frim the ground. The girls eyes scaled from the ground to the starry sky. "It's so beautiful." The stars illuminated the room, and her eyes sparkled in the moonlight, but also in amazement. She looked at every star admiring its beauty. "Well that not the main event, c'mere." Fred mocked breaking Charlotte out of the trance she was in. Turning around she saw the blanket the boys layed out a few feet to the left of her, each twin on either side leaving space in the middle for Charlotte.

"We have snacks too," George pointed to the side of him. "C'mere its really comfortable." Fred pleaded, patting the place in the middle. Charlotte rolled her eyes and walked over plopping down between the boys. "So..." She started, "you come 'round here often?' Charlotte smirked eyeing the twin on either side of her. "Yeah I guess, we normally plan our pranks here." Fred answered her question. "That's not what I meant but ok." Charlotte chuckled.

"Pumpkin Pastie?" George offered her being closer to the snack basket. "No thanks, do you by chance have anything chocolaty?" Charlotte asked. "We have a few chocolate frogs but you'll have to make sure don't let them go." George warned Charlotte before handing over the purple box. Covering the opening as she opened it she held the frog by its body while it squirmed trying to get out of the girls tight grip. Then Charlotte bit the head off with a small pop, watching the body go limp. "Thanks."

"Anything for you Charlie." George teased. Memories of her mother came flooding in when he called her that, her parents always called her Charlie. It felt nice to have someone call her that again, tears poked at the back of her eyes. She smiled and looked down continuing to eat the chocolate treat. "Y'all are annoying ya know," Her voice cracked slightly. "You okay?" Fred asked noticing her demeaner changing, both twins sitting up a bit more than before. "Perfect." She answered. "We are pretty good at apologies." The twins chuckled and Charlotte joined them in laughter. Charlotte ended up falling asleep laying her feet in Fred's lap while her head layed in George's while watching the stars.

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Charlotte jolted awake expecting to be caught out of bed so late, exept she was in her own bed. Remembering the night before the laughter she share and the amazing feeling of having friends to goof off with again. Charlotte was so glad she only had two classes, DADA and potions because she had practically no sleep and was super tired. She hasn't been to a DADA class and sadly she's been to potions already. DADA is in the morning and potions was in the afternoon.

She did her skincare, she summoned her uniform with a wave of her wand, hanging it on the back of the bathroom door. She opened her makeup bag and opened her makeup bag and pulled out her primer and concealer.

Charlotte applied it straight on her face and blended it in with her beauty blender. Next she placed concealer on her under eye and from the outer corner of her eyes to her eyebrows. Blending that out she spot concealed. She grabbed her blush and and a brush, Charlotte used the brush to apply it to her cheekbone it was a really light blush so it looked natural.

Charlotte applied a slightly sparkly nude eyeshadow on her lids and blended the edges out. Then she added a slightly darker nude color close to her lash line and really blended that out. She grabbed both her black pencil eyeliner and her felt tip liner, pulling her lower lid down she applied the pencil eyeliner to her water line.

Putting the pencil liner down she grabbed the felt tip liner and used the puppy liner method. She used a white glitter shadow and covered her inner lids and corners blending the glitter out with her index finger.

She pulled out her red lipstick and dabbed it on the inner parts of her lips and blended the red out to an ombré. She then grabbed her favorite sparkly nude lipstick and swiped it on her lips. Lastly she added clear gloss and mascara.

Charlotte waved her wand and her makeup was put back into the bag. She walked to the door and she grabbed the black flower patterned tights she stepped into one of the legs and pulled it up then she did the same with the other leg. She grabbed her white button down and put it on like a jacket, she then buttoned it around her body.

She grabbed the black skirt and zipped it up securing it around her waist. She added a brown belt to give it a little style. She pulled her grey sweater on and decided to put on the robe later. She clipped on her locket and a pearl necklace, she put dangling half butterfly wing earring on her ears and she decided to use her second lobe piercing with pearl studs.

She wrapped both a pearl bracelet and her watch on her left wrist. She walked out grabbing her bag from the nearby desk she also grabbed the white knit leg warmer that was hanging on the desks chair. Walking to the door she pulled on the leg warmers than her brown heeled loafers. She turned off the lights with a flick of her wand and left the room.

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Kate, Charlotte, and Lindsey

The three busty blonde models had gotten together for a beach bikini shoot, and it was to be billed as a “once in a lifetime” event. Kate knowingly smirked to herself before she went to the shoot. Of course it'd be once in a lifetime, she thought. After today, the other two wouldn't have careers, at least, not as busty models, that was for sure. Kate had acquired a “wishing stone”, and what she wished for was that, by the end of the day, all of their impressive chests would transfer completely over to hers. As it glowed, she put the stone away in her purse…

Kate walked out to the beach, set her purse down, and said hello to the other two women in their matching white bikinis, and all three, as well as the camera workers, seemed enthusiastic about what would be a legendary shoot.

The three all posed for multiple photos, as well as some behind-the-scenes video footage. As the shoot went on, Kate was disappointed that the transfer hadn't occurred yet. Then the poses got a bit more risque…Charlotte straddled Kate as she laid out on a towel, and both looked at the camera in a sultry manner. Lindsey and Charlotte took their bikini tops off and embraced, squishing their large breasts together. Then Charlotte did the same with Kate, but little did she realize that this would be a career ending mistake.

Kate wrapped her arms around Charlotte, and pulled her in tighter, and the cameras kept snapping photos. However, Charlotte could barely believe what she was starting to feel, as Kate's breasts rubbed more and more on her's, it felt like she was getting smaller and Kate was getting…bigger? Kate briefly let her out of her tight grip, and Charlotte looked down and saw that her once F cup breasts were now “only” D-cups, while Kate's had started to overflow her bra even more. The sensation Charlotte felt was somewhat odd, like getting your blood drawn, but at the same time, she almost felt aroused. Kate herself laughed mischievously

Kate pulled Charlotte back in, gripping her even tighter, causing Charlotte to moan loudly and embarrassingly. The camera crew seemed to think the two were just playing things up for the cameras, leaving Kate free to absolutely drain Charlotte. Soft breasts squished onto soft breasts, but soon, Kate would completely engulf Charlotte's size, surging from a J cup, then K, L, M, N…whopping, massive jiggling mounds like this were rare, even among bikini models, but Charlotte now found herself flattened, and as far away from those ranks as possible, with a sub-A-cup chest size. Kate finally let Charlotte go, and Charlotte ran off, the cameras mostly focusing on the bouncy Kate. In the back of her mind, Charlotte tried to look on the bright side, thinking that at least she'd have less back problems, but she knew these thoughts wouldn't do her much good; she was basically out of a job now.

Meanwhile, Lindsey had looked on in shock, then in amusement as the flat-chested Charlotte ran off. “Looks like there's one less busty blonde competitor to worry about, then!” She accidentally said out loud. Lindsey thought to herself “Even with those new overgrown things Kate has, I'm still the hottest girl around here.” She stepped back in front of the cameras, trying to show off and get in the way of her rival. “Don't get too cocky, you over-inflated bimbo!” Kate shouted back at Lindsey. “How about I give you a kiss on those plump lips of yours?” Kate said in a breathy tone, sending a sort of magic mist over to Lindsey that made the offer irresistible to her. Unfortunately for her, she'd soon find that there would only be one busty blonde left out of the three in the end…

Kate kissed Lindsey, and the cameras couldn't help but capture this amazing moment. Kate held Lindsey in a passionate-seeming embrace, locking lips and even tongues with the other blonde. Her breasts dwarfed even Lindsey's F-cups currently, but soon, Lindsey would go from small in comparison to small period. The intense kiss would make the draining go even faster, as Lindsey's muffled moans into Kate's mouth made the process feel even better for the busty blonde breast thief. Massive N cups surged out even further, threatening to snap off their bikini top completely as they took the first few sizes of Lindsey's formerly fat rack, now rendered a mere small C-cup in a matter of seconds. Kate pulled her mouth away from Lindsey's, and both got to see each other's facial expressions, one of smug self-satisfaction on Kate's, and one of defeated sadness on Lindsey's. Kate gave Lindsey a quick peck on the cheek, then let her drop to the sandy floor as the last of her rival's breasts floated into her own, finally breaking off her bikini top.

The cameras certainly loved taking shots of wobbling, almost stupefying T-Cups. Lindsey almost cried as she tried to keep her incredibly loose bra on, trying to avoid exposing her pathetic mosquito bites in the face of such a marvelous rack. “What good's a bimbo without big tits?” Kate whispered to her fallen foe. Lindsey ran off in fear, drained of her pride and joy, as Kate laughed, now triumphant for sure as the top busty blonde in the business.

Nevertheless, she remained cautious, not wanting to give up her throne to any other potential competition. She went back to her bags to check for her magic wishing stone, only to be shocked that she couldn't find it. She looked frantically around the area, wobbling about as she did, only to look up and see a busty brunette approaching her, holding the stone. “Excuse me, m'aam, I think you dropped this…”

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Chapter 4

AN: I sed stup flaming ok ebony’s name is ENOBY nut mary su OK! DRACO IS SOO IN LUV wif her dat he is acting defrent! dey nu eechodder b4 ok!

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“DRACO!” I shouted. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?”

Draco didn’t answer but he stopped the flying car and he walked out of it. I walked out of it too, curiously.

“What the fucking hell?” I asked angrily.

“Ebony?” he asked.

“What?” I snapped.

Draco leaned in extra-close and I looked into his gothic red eyes (he was wearing color contacts) which revealed so much depressing sorrow and evilness and then suddenly I didn’t feel mad anymore.

And then…………… suddenly just as I Draco kissed me passionately. Draco climbed on top of me and we started to make out keenly against a tree. He took of my top and I took of his clothes. I even took of my bra. Then he put his thingie into my you-know-what and we did it for the first time.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! ” I screamed. I was beginning to get an orgasm. We started to kiss everywhere and my pale body became all warm. And then….

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHERFUKERS!”

It was…………………………………………………….Dumbledore!  

Chapter 5

AN: STOP flaming! if u flam it menz ur a prep or a posr! Da only reson Dumbledeor swor is coz he had a hedache ok an on tup of dat he wuz mad at dem 4 having sexx! PS im nut updating umtil I get five good revoiws!

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Dumbledore made and Draco and I follow him. He kept shouting at us angrily.

“You ludacris fools!” he shouted.

I started to cry tears of blood down my pallid face. Draco comforted me. When we went back to the castle Dumbledore took us to Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall who were both looking very angry.

“They were having sexual intercourse in the Forbidden Forest!” he yelled in a furious voice.

“Why did you do such a thing, you mediocre dunces?” asked Professor McGonagall.

“How dare you?” demanded Professor Snape.

And then Draco shrieked. “BECAUSE I LOVE HER!”

Everyone was quiet. Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall still looked mad but Professor Snape said. “Fine. Very well. You may go up to your rooms.”

Draco and I went upstairs while the teachers glared at us.

“Are you okay, Ebony?” Draco asked me gently.

“Yeah I guess.” I lied. I went to the girl’s dorm and brushed my teeth and my hair and changed into a low-cut black floor-length dress with red lace all around it and black high heels. When I came out….

Draco was standing in front of the bathroom, and he started to sing ‘I just wanna live’ by Good Charlotte. I was so flattered, even though he wasn’t supposed to be there. We hugged and kissed. After that, we said goodnight and he reluctantly went back into his room.  

Chapter 6

AN: shjt up prepz ok! PS I wnot update ubtil u give me goood revows!

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The next day I woke up in my coffin. I put on a black miniskirt that was all ripped around the end and a matching top with red skulls all over it and high heeled boots that were black. I put on two pairs of skull earrings, and two crosses in my ears. I spray-painted my hair with purple.

In the Great Hall, I ate some Count Chocula cereal with blood instead of milk, and a glass of red blood. Suddenly someone bumped into me. All the blood spilled over my top.

“Bastard!” I shouted angrily. I regretted saying it when I looked up cause I was looking into the pale white face of a gothic boy with spiky black hair with red streaks in it. He was wearing so much eyeliner that I was going down his face and he was wearing black lipstick. He didn’t have glasses anymore and now he was wearing red contact lenses just like Draco’s and there was no scar on his forhead anymore. He had a manly stubble on his chin. He had a sexy English accent. He looked exactly like Joel Madden. He was so sexy that my body went all hot when I saw him kind of like an erection only I’m a girl so I didn’t get one you sicko.

“I’m so sorry.” he said in a shy voice.

“That’s all right. What’s your name?” I questioned.

“My name’s Harry Potter, although most people call me Vampire these days.” he grumbled.

“Why?” I exclaimed.

“Because I love the taste of human blood.” he giggled.

“Well, I am a vampire.” I confessed.

“Really?” he whimpered.

“Yeah.” I roared.

We sat down to talk for a while. Then Draco came up behind me and told me he had a surprise for me so I went away with him.

what next

[ashley-jones]

Widow in a Web

Warnings: Cursing, Fighting, LGBTQ Slander (Nothing too triggering), Age gap relationship (4 years), make out session (groping & grinding), black out smut

Character Name: Celeste Johanson

Characters/People used: Scarlet Johanson, Rhea Ripley, Nikki ASH, Charlotte Flair

Celeste Johanson was Scarlet Johanson baby sister, she grew up acting in Marvel, starting with voice acting in the animations, and moving into Age of Ultron acting as Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff's Adoptive daughter, Selina Romanov.

It was her 21dt birthday, and Scarlet and Chris Evans where taking her to a WWE match. She didn't necessarily fit into the crowd, she wore pink and blue, hair pastel and he gh heals with beads falling along the sides, perfume sweet and addictive to take in. She grabbed a lot of attention, mostly from men, that went very much unnoticed. See, Celeste came out as Lesbian when she was 16, and had her first girlfriend when she turned 17.

Being a young female lesbian actress in Hollywood wasn't easy. Marvel was a very accepting platform, but it was Disney that she feared. Over the years that company grew more and more accepting, but it was obvious they're where still hesitant due to certain people and their grab on younger audiences.

Sitting in the VIP section, 3 security guards with them. Scarlet was speaking with Chris, the two smiling while listening to the announcers. Nikki ASH stood on the ropes inside the ring, holding her champion belt up over her head mouth wide open with pride, blue mask shimmering with sweat. The overbearing 'Brutality' song blew across the speakers, the area darkening slightly, the sound of chains ringing. 'Ripley' held with chains could be seen present on the large screen.

Rhea Ripley came walking out dressed in a black cropped tank top, black and red tight leather pants, and black leather boots. Lips painted black, and hair slicked back showing the black collar around her throat. She held the sides of her jacket, smirk present. Leaning down following the sucking in of air, lifting herself leg moving up before stomping down causing the lasers to flow as she began walking down the strip. Jumping onto the edge of the ring, hooking one leg over the rope and leaning forward sticking her tongue out seductively towards the crowd.

Celeste's eyes where only on her, her attention wasn't even stolen when the announcement of Charlotte Flair. She was dressed in a pink mesh suit that ended midthigh, see through with a white bra and underwear set in view. Everyone screaming in attention for the two incoming women wrestlers. Charlotte sat with the announcers, Saxton helping her with the headpiece.

The fight started between Nikki ASH and Rhea Ripley. Each of the women where frustrated the more they put each other down, escaping one another. After the second pinning, Rhea lifted Nikki in a riptide position, holding her up in the air before throwing her down and pinning her, wrapping her leg around her arm keeping her pinned as the ref counted.

Rhea lifted herself panting, kneeling and placing her elbow against her knee listening to the cheers from the crowd. The ref head her arm up once she stood, a smirk present with pants leaving her. Nikki ASH staring up at her, then looking towards the queen herself Charlotte. Standing from the her kneeling position and running at the woman, body falling into the chair then being tossed to the floor, Nikki ASH throwing punches down on her yelling in anger and frustration.

Tossing Charlotte up onto the ring, who rolled inside holding her hair. Rhea joined slamming Charlotte down as soon as she stood smirking down at the blond. Boos filling the area as Nikki ASH took Charlotte by the hair and tossed her out of the ring. Both Nikki ASH and Ripley screaming down at her.

"It so fake but yet entertaining. But being thrown out of the ring just has to hurt." Scarlett spoke to her little sister. The younger nodded in agreement with a soft laugh. "I need to use the bathroom, I'll be right back." Celeste softly spoke to her older sister. One of the security guards followed her out, walking beside her out of the rink, and towards the restrooms towards the end of the hall. "I'll be out in a minute." she softly spoke. Her guard nodded standing against the wall, as she entered. Heels clicking along the stoned floors, body stopping in front of the sink.

The rink was extremely hot, so she tried to flatten static strands of hair. She turned the faucet on washing her hands, the sound of the door opening and then sliding shut. She didn't show much fear because her security guard let whoever it was pass so she didn't question it. Instead she turned the faucet off and lifted her bag back onto her shoulder.

She turned only to bump into someone stumbling back. "Shit I'm s-sorry.." she quickly said. "Oh shit.. I know you." the stranger quickly spoke. She had a heavy Australian accent, green eyes lifting to meet the taller ones. "You're one of the Johanson siblings.. damn.. Celeste." she spoke. Rhea Ripley was talking to her, and knew her. "Ah.. yea! Rhea.. Right?" she quickly replied. The woman smirked earning a blush from the younger girl, but one call from her security guard had her attention. "Ah.. lovel6 meeting you! Great fight by the way." Celeste softly congratulated.

"I'm coming.. Jesus" she spoke up to the taller male who just shrugged and began walking behind her. The guards where pushy, but considering the large crowd surrounding the whole building, they where only protecting the three actors.

Sitting at home, the script for Hawkeye sitting in front of her along with a Starbucks cup of iced vanilla and caramel chocolate late. She had headphones in, so when one of her security guards entered her balcony area she didn't notice him. Nor did she notice the taller woman standing behind him holding a pink and blue jacket that had writing along the back and studs poking out from the top.

"Kids.." the guard mumbled. Walking towards his boss he knocked on the table, alerting the celebrity who pulled her headphone free humming softly. Quickly pulling her other one out only for it to drop in the process once realizing Rhea Ripley was inside her house. Cursing to herself looking down then up pushing strands of hair out of her face. "Hello!" she quickly said. "I'm fine, go ahead back to your post.." she softly spoke to the guard. He nodded walking out of the woman's private quarter.

"You look comfortable." Rhea teased. "My day off.." Celeste whispered. She was dressed in grey leggings and a pink BTS Jimin hoodie. Rhea kneeled down lifting the airpod that got lost in the younger females panic setting it on the small table. "You seem to have left something in the bathroom. Your sister told me your address so I could drop it off." Ripley calmly spoke.

Taking the jacket carefully, the smell of expensive cologne, possibly Savage Dior or gucci was present on it instead of her sweet Ariana grande cloud or the scent of cotton candy. "Thank you.. I swear I'd lose my own head if it wasn't on my shoulders." she joked. Walking inside pulling a hanger from her closet gently placing it on and placing it in it's designated spot. "Do you want a drink?" she softly asked. "Whatcha got?" the Aussie teased.

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Celeste was a sweetheart, a girl with a very bright and kind personality. The two women sat in her main living room on the large white couch. It had a large fluffed pink and black blanket draped over the middle. A German shepherd and black husky laid on other side of the ends on top of a white black and a baby blue blanket. She was an animal person, 2 dogs, 3 cats, 4 bunnies, and a ferret.

2 pride flags where present in the living room, a rainbow one symbolizing gay pride, and then a six shades of red and pink with a single white strip, symbolizing her lesbian pride. The 86' tv was playing Spotify quietly with pictures sliding across the screen of the marvel cast, her with the Johnson's, her pets, and other actors. She didn't live with any makeup crew which was surprising because it was such a large house, so possibly she has it just a for peace of mind and a quiet scenery, well the best of quiet you can get in Florida.

The two sat and talked for a while, going through 4 ice coffee, and even breaking into a few snacks. Rhea brought up her break up with wrestler Demetri Jackson. The two where still on good terms, and very close friends, it was the matter of just falling out of love. Which Celeste could understand completely, her and her ex girlfriend where together for 3 years until the two split up. They where constantly fighting, the two harshly slept together and it just got too hard for one another. So they ended it, but still speak as friends, and even meet up 4 times a month for a coffee date and catch-up.

Celeste got sidetracked severely, the Hawkeye script long forgotten upstairs on her bed. Hell she didn't even realize it was 8 pm until her watch went off. "Talk about distracted." Rhea joked. Her head tipped back with a rasped chuckle, Celeste's cheeks redened at the sound. But she let out of soft giggle sitting up on her knees. "It's late. If you want to stay the night I can set up the guest room, it's quite comfortable." she tempted. The older woman looked towards the younger humming towards her. "I'll take that as a yes, I'll order food! Anythin' you want!" she called out as she began walking towards the kitchen to retrieve her phone.

"Tempting.." she heard the wrestling mock. Celeste smiled sitting back down beside her pulling up her door dash app. The two agreeing on Italian, each ordering their own dishes. She set her phone down standing up and entering the entrance way, unlocking the front gate and ringing the guards at the front letting them know to look out for the order.

She could hear a certain slur leave one of her guards mouth. Sighing quietly she just shook her head walking beside inside sliding the separating door shut. Walking back towards the couch, falling against it, the wrestlers arm lifting then draping around the others waist. "Such an entrance." she joked. "It'd be boring without one." Celeste softly spoke.

Her green eyes lifted meeting ocean blue ones, pink lips parting slightly. The wrestler hummed, shifting, arm curving around the you get females waist. There was a but hesitation between the two, foreheads touching, noses pushing against one another. Celeste made the first shift, turning her head, lips pressing against her black panties ones. Rhea kissed back, gripping the actress's waist, smoothing down over her thighs as she pushed herself onto the taller females lap. Pink and blue strands of hair touching the others cheeks and forehead.

A quiet whimper left Celeste as Rhea grabbed at the thickness of her thighs then her groping at her ass pulling her body against her own. Ripley's muscular thigh pressed up into the clothed females cunt. A sharp left her, head leaning back allowing the wrestler to bite and nip at her bare throat. Grabbing at the bottom of her hoodie she lifted it, and dropped it to the floor leaving her in a silk pink and black push up.

Rhea bit along the girls tanned skin, earning whimpers. Hand pulling her forward making her grind against her leather cladded thigh. Celeste pushed her arms away pulling the studded jacket off of the muscular woman, following the Ripley cut crop top. Back colliding with the couch, hand now pushing into the actors clothed cunt, her back arching in pleasure. Fingers shifting back grasping onto the blanket that sat on the couch.

Pulling her leggings down and resting the lace panties directly from her skin. Celeste went to argue about the expensive piece, but the feeling of the wrestlers tongue trail along the junction of her stomach, back arching, whimpers leaving her. The woman's tongue soon dipped down between her thighs. Sweetened moans began filling the air, hand grasping onto the other hair.

Not even the smell of Italian food could catch their attention. The wrestler was already enjoying a meal, and this one was far from finished.

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The Hunt

Luna has won the Halloween Hunt two years in a row and she is going for a third with Harry as her partner, the problem well they don’t really get along. 

Word count: 10,761

A/N: Luna, I hope you love her like I do. She was a joy to write. I’m very excited to share so please come and share your thoughts with me. It really means the world to me. Thank you to Gianna (@hunflowers​) for hosting this wonderful Halloween challenge. I hope you enjoy. (prompt: you’ve got to be kidding me).

Halloween. 

The one holiday that Luna is excited to take part in with her friends, finding even the tackiest of activities fun and a joy to do. Luna and Caleb went to the pumpkin patch last weekend and spent the day drinking cider and eating cinnamon donuts. The pumpkin carving was a whole other story that ended with one smashed pumpkin and a grumpy Caleb. 

Luna has spent every Halloween with Caleb for as long as she can remember. From first becoming best friends when Luna and her family moved in next door to Caleb at the age of six to now, age twenty-one going on four years of living together. Much to their parents' disappointment, sparks never did fly for them. Not that Luna ever thought there would be; Caleb just didn't do it for her no matter how handsome he was.  

This Halloween, just like previous ones, they were going as a pair. Their first Halloween at age six, they went as Power Rangers, Luna the yellow and Caleb the blue. It was their most memorable one and has the picture hanging in their living room for reminiscing purposes. Last year Caleb decided on Ghostbusters, and they killed it. Being university students means low money in their bank account, so they went thrift shopping a lot that year. 

Halloween 2020, it is her turn to pick. Luna decided they would be going as Princess Buttercup and Westley from The Princess Bride. 

A true classic that will forever live on, yes, it may be a romantical pairing, but Luna has begged for this for years, and now is their time to shine. She pulled extra shifts at the tattoo parlor she works at as receptionist to get authentic costumes—the red dress of dreams. 

It's Saturday night, there is a Blue moon, and it's Halloween. 

It is time for their third annual Halloween Hunt, where her group of friends pair up and set off to find clues to win the grand prize of a crown, some cash, and bragging rights for a whole year. Luna has won it the last two years with Caleb on her side, and she is ready to do it again. 

Luna stares at herself in the mirror. The gown is elegant and rich with details. The long red, billowy sleeves with a fathered cuff. A high neckline and falls into a loose, pleated skirt. The dress is tied off at the waist with a gold pattern belt. And to top it all off, the beaded crown on her brown curls. The color of her hair the only inaccuracy of the costume. The crown shines more she feels with her darker hair than the original Buttercup. 

Her makeup is minimal, only having used mascara for her long eyelashes she likes having curled. It makes her brown eyes that much nicer to gaze at. 

She grabs her wallet and keys that she will be leaving with Caleb as his look was blessed with pockets, and she does not want to stick anything down her bra for the entire night. She takes the stairs two floors down as they meet at Mitch and Oliver's apartment, who happen to live in the same complex.

To start the hunt, the host will let everyone get into partners before dispersing the first clue, and the first couple to make it to the final location at midnight will be crowned the winners. 

They really are in for a fun night. 

___

Walking in, she sees the apartment somewhat decorated, not much, purple string lights hanging over the large tv they have. Small orange pumpkins scattered around the room. The excessive amount of fake spider web in every corner of the house. Mitch has always said, why to decorate if you're going to be the one cleaning it up. Oliver did not think the same way; she imagines his room looks like the inside of Spirit Halloween. 

Mitch greets her with a drink. It's water. He smiles at her costume before wandering off. She sips the cold water, never one to drink on such an important night. Also, she's wary about drinking growing up; her dad made her start driving at the age of fifteen because he liked drinking when they went over to her uncle's house on the weekends. He wasn't an alcoholic, but he did drink too often, and instead of putting her and her brother at risk, he taught her to drive. This is why now, she will instead be the designated driver than the one having the drinks. Tonight, she needs a clear head to win.

Luna moves past the kitchen, eyes searching for Caleb in his black outfit and mask, but she stops dead in her tracks once she meets his gaze.

 It's a shock.

Caleb is dressed in slim black pants, a white dress shirt, a messy done blue tie, an unbuttoned black blazer, and completing his look is the signature beige blazer. He looks incredible, but not at all how he was supposed to. He winces when he sees the expression on her face. 

She’s upset. He didn't even warn her. Not a single text or call.

There has never been a reason to break tradition, but here they are doing just that. 

"They asked me to host," Caleb says as he steps toward her. Luna manages a nod. She changes her direction and goes across the room to sit alone on the windowsill, leading to a small flower patio. Caleb looks like he wants to head over, but she knows her well enough; it's best to leave her alone. 

As Luna gets lost in thought, she doesn't acknowledge that everyone else has slowly arrived, the chatter getting louder. She also is oblivious to the lingering eyes on her. If she had looked up, she would have met Harry's concerned gaze.

"Hello friends, thank you for gathering with us here on this day of spooks and horror." Caleb stands on the study coffee table to get everyone's attention on him. "This year, you may not pick your partner. No, there will be random draws." 

"Let's hope this makes Luna lose this year," Oliver shouts, getting lots of cheers in response. 

Luna rolls her eyes at the banter but lets a smile overtake her face because she knows no matter who her partner may end up being, she will be a winner.

Caleb announces how only five of them will pick a name and how it has been decided it will be Mitch, Daniel, Charlotte, Abby, and Luna, who will draw a name. 

She is third to pick a slip, not opening it up until the last two receive theirs. She doesn't focus on the others as they begin to search for their partners because Caleb is shuffling over to her looking sheepish. 

He pulls her in and wraps his arms around her, giving her a big squeeze. Long and hard enough to leave her out of breath. A sloppy kiss on her cheeks, she is quick to wipe away on his coat, not at all wanting to dirty her dress, at least not yet. 

Those hazel eyes are hard to stay mad at, and he knows it. Luna can count all the fights they've had on one hand.

"Whatever, you owe me." She bumps his shoulder. 

He nods, quick to agree. "Name your price."

Luna opens up the folded slip of paper. 

Harry 

"A new partner." She whispers, not looking up, hoping if she stares long enough, the name will change. 

Caleb leans in and smirks at the name. "That I can't do. You know the rules." 

She furrowed her eyebrows. "There were no rules until today."

Caleb laughs. "Everyone partner up if you haven't already."

Mitch is already chatting with Oliver, and she knows they will give her a run for her money. These two get on so well, but their weakness is that when Mitch gets a lead, he forgets to address it to his partner most of the time, leaving them separated and lost. 

Justine is with Abby, and honestly, she has no worry over them. Abby is a hard person to partner up with, always wanting to lead even when she has no clue what is going on. 

Calvin is with Daniel, and honestly, she knows they are not competition. Calvin told her the clues confused him. 

Mason and Charlotte, she was hoping to partner with Charlotte. That being her closest friend right behind Caleb. She's a music major, meaning their time together is always a joy. Luna singing a random song and Char telling her random facts she knows about the said song. Luna is not sure how good Charlotte and Mason get on, but only time will tell. 

As she sees everyone paired up, she scans the room for Harry. She doesn't spot him, but she does see Pirate Roberts, better known as Westley, her other half. He's wearing a black shirt that has a lace-up front with a matching pair of pants. The mask and headscarf add a touch of mystery, while the sash and gloves put the finishing touch to the look. As much as she hates to admit it, he looks good. 

"You've got to be kidding me." She says, looking him up and down in disgust. 

Harry scoffs, now standing in front of her. "Guess that means I'm stuck with you."

"Yeah, you can lose the mask now."

"No, I don't think so. Makes my eyes pop." He bats his eyelashes at her. 

She ignores him, moving on to an important question. "Who were you supposed to dress with?" 

"Charlotte." His stupidly, charming English accent responds. "She asked me last week, then told me she was doing Ghostbusters with Mason. Her costume is done too nicely to be done last minute."

This is a setup. 

She knows because Charlotte helped her alter the dress's length so that it didn't drag on the floor as she walked, and in return, Luna helped sew Venkman on her suit. 

The only question is, why would they want her matching with Harry if they don't get on well at all, not even a little bit. Every interaction leaves with one of them storming off, not to brag, but it seems to always be Harry. 

"Well, at least you were warned. Caleb didn't even tell me." She shares. "Had me walk in to see him dressed as an angel." 

"Castiel, right?" Harry says, a bit uncertain.

Luna nods, surprised he knows, thinking this might be their one connection to break the ice. "He posted on his story who he was dressed as." She spoke too soon. 

"You're saying you don't know Supernatural." 

"No, sorry." He says, not sounding apologetic. 

Luna shoots him a fake smile before looking away. "He can't be my partner; it's a disrespect to my morals." 

Her only response is laughter. She wasn't joking. 

"You know the rules, baby," Charlotte says, arms around Mason's waist. Luna narrows her eyes at that, mentally reminding herself to check in with Char about that. 

How had she won two years without knowing any rules? 

"Well, I'll still kick all your asses with Dobby on my team." When meeting Harry's eyes again, she smirks, his face shocked, not sure if she was insulting him. 

"Right, do not mess up our chances of winning." Her voice was deep and threatening. At least she hoped that's how it sounded. 

"I would never" Harry looks down at her with a smirk on his pink lips. "But I need motivation, so what's in it for me." 

Instead of responding with half of the money because that much was obvious, what else would he want? She looks him in the eyes. "I'll kiss you if we win," Luna tells him sarcastically, and before Harry has a chance to respond, Caleb is walking over, handing them their first clue of seven. 

Head to the place no one ever cleans

Harry scratches his head. "That's confusing."

"It's the bathroom. Specifically, the toilet." She hands the clue for Harry to put away, making her way there. 

"You sure?" 

Luna doesn't bother replying, pushing first to the bathroom, wanting to get a move on. It's going to be a long night if he keeps questioning her. 

Harry opens the door and jumps back, he's startled at the sight in front of him, but Luna nudges him aside to take a look and is left impressed.

There is fake blood on the mirror, "You're next" written sloppily. What startled Harry was the body bag in the tub, bloody transparent curtains hanged to make it seem like a messy murder. 

"There's not a body, right?" A slight tremble in his voice. 

"Of course not. No one is a fan of jump scares her." She eyes his face. "Especially you." 

Luna picks up the skull sitting on top of the toilet tank, and taped underneath is the second clue. 

"That was too easy," Harry tells her, already heading out of the apartment, not waiting for her to read the clue knowing this one will lead them outside. 

You may sit, you may stand, you may push, but one must never jump.

"Who even made these?" Harry scoffs. "It's awful." 

She chuckles, agreeing because they do stink. "Caleb. The host has to do them all for each group. Talk with owners of shops and all. It's a long process." Luna explains to Harry as she reads the clue once more. "I'm surprised I never noticed how busy he was the entire month." 

"It's what happens when you're self-absorbed." He mutters. 

"Ouch." She feigns hurt, hands over her heart. 

Harry rolls his eyes, not wanting to deal with her any longer than he has to. He has no clue what that clue is pointing to. He looks over at Luna, who has gone quiet.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Harry exclaims.

"Where is the headscarf? You're messing up the look." She pouts, and Harry would never admit it, at least to her, but she looks adorable. 

"I took it off. It messes up my hair."

Luna stares at his hair. "Looks as messy as always.'

He gasps. "It looks fantastic, trying this new serum to make it shine."

"Sorry to break it to you, but I don't think it is working." She scrunches up her face in disgust. 

"Well, your shoes don't match." He yells. 

She looks down at her Molly metallic leather platform boots that give her five-four self extra height. "My boots are badass. Buttercup still kicks ass in these." She twirls and begins walking away from him. 

"Luna, for fuck sake, where are you going." Harry rushes after her. 

"We've got a hunt to win." 

For someone of her stature, she sure has a fast pace. It seems as if she never slows down, effortlessly moving around pedestrians. All while Harry mumbles apologies as he trips over a person's shoe. 

"The clue." He clears his voice. "How'd you crack it." 

"Easy after a few reads. It's the swings at the local park." 

Harry nods. "That doesn't explain how you knew." 

"Caleb uses things in his life, and if you know him well enough, you can crack it. He's an open book, one talk with him and you'll know his grandparents' name and phone number. He loves sharing everything." Harry motions for her to continue, all while keeping her fast pace, leaving him a little wounded. "As kids, our parents' one rule at the park was that we could never jump off the swings all because one time Caleb and I were going so high I jumped and almost flew past the sand pile and landed on the concrete. No one broke a bone, but we could have." 

"You and Caleb must have given your parents a hard time." 

"Not really, we were angels." 

"Hard to believe." 

She kisses her two fingers before placing it over her heart. "Scout's honor." 

"You were in the girl's scout." 

"Well, aren't you nosy Miss Rosy." She rolls her eyes. "The town didn't have the girl's scout, so when Caleb joined, I made a presentation for Ulysses. He was the man in charge, and I impressed him. He accepted, and no one questioned me."

"Impressive," Harrys tells her, genuinely meaning it. 

"Now shut up, Styles. You have too much information, might have to go kill you or something if these things get out." 

"And here I thought we were becoming friends." 

"Nope, let's keep it that way." 

Harry shuts up, letting the chatter of late-night stragglers fill in the silence. Luna is stopped by a girl their age looking for directions to a party. She is happy to help, giving the girl extra detail to make sure she doesn't get lost. She goes as far as giving the girl her phone number to know she made it there safely. 

Luna is an enigma. 

"I thought you hated all humans, but I see I was wrong." 

Harry is such a jerk that she doesn't bother responding. No, she does something much better. She stops walking, sticking her foot out, knowing how oblivious Harry is. He trips, almost falling to his face, but to some miracle, he manages to right himself without a scratch. 

He adjusts his mask, brushing off the dirt he acquired at the bottom of his pants. "Well, that was mean.

"I thought it was rather kind, knock you off your pedestal." She grins at him, walking away again. 

Harry mutters something under his breath, making sure she isn't able to hear him. 

Luna decides to bring back the conversation of what started their night, his costume. "Why are you even Westley? You don't have the blonde hair for it."

Harry scoffs. "Says the girl with the brown locks of hair."

"The wig was itchy, besides my natural hair is pretty." Her hair is excellent, and she knows it. It's mid-waist, and she does hair therapy to keep it healthy. After Caleb's sister-in-law introduced her to natural hair products, a significant improvement. It added a shine she never had before. She is always paid lots of compliments on her hair. It's enchanting. 

Harry looks at her before staying quiet. He kicks a rock as he walks. "Blondes are overrated."

Luna ducks her head, letting her hair frame a curtain around her face wanting to hide the blush he managed to get out of her. 

Finally, reaching the park entrance, the swings a distance away. They stop, neither of them making a move follow the path.   

"You could just stay here, and I'll text you when I'm done," Luna tells him. 

Harry is quick to rebut, "I'm smart, I can help." 

"I didn't say you aren't smart. It's just I know you don't like me, so why spend the time with me?" 

That's far from the truth, Harry thinks to himself but doesn't deny it. "Together, we're winning this together." He gives her no room for argument walking to the swings. 

Luna nods to herself; she's going to be okay. Maybe the night will start to get better. 

Harry is opening up the clue as she approaches, and he holds it out further, allowing her to read it.

You walk by me, never give me a second glance. Now tonight, I dare you to give me a chance.

"That doesn't sound great," Harry confesses. 

"You alright, with a bit of darkness?" 

Harry nods his head, yes, but he has no idea what's coming next. 

___

Standing in front of the house, Luna feels a chill run up her spine. It's not like she's never seen this house because she had. She grew up in the town and walked past the lonely house that wasted away day by day as she made her way to school.

"This place is creepy," Harry mumbles, standing next to her.

The grass is brown and unkempt; dried leaves scatter the path to the home's stairs, a crunch under their feet as they approach. She walks slow, counting her steps, and at unlucky thirteen, they reach the first broken step. The wood looked as if someone took a hammer to it, having random holes done. The windows are filled with spider webs and dust, no way to look in. The door was red and had scratches. As if someone small had clawed to be let in.

"Sure you want to go in, Luna." Harry looks at the door in fright. "You can admit you got the wrong location. You can't always be right."

"Look, Styles, I know I'm right."

Harry begins to sweep around to make sure no one is watching them break into an old abandoned house. She leans against the rotting wood, there's a chance she might fall through, but she's always up for the risk. In doing so, she shuts her eyes for a second, and a memory pops in her head; it causes her to let out a chuckle, startling Harry. He whips around to shout at her, but the smile on Luna's face makes him stop. He's never been privileged to a smile so intimate.

Before Harry can even ask her what's got her smiling, she is already talking.

"Caleb and I had our first kiss on these steps." Luna's eyes shift down as if the memory begins to play in front of her."

"With each other?" Harry asks, wanting confirmation.

"Yes, Caleb swore he was in love with me in the sixth grade, and I told him he was insane. The feelings were not mutual." She assures, wanting to get her point across. "We were walking home from school one day, and I, as the brains of the duo, told him we had to check out the house. I swore we had our own Boo Radley after reading To Kill A Mockingbird. He was going on and on about how he swore his love for me." She turned to look at Harry. "I looked at him, put my hands on his shoulders, and put my lips to his. He stood there shocked, and once I pulled back, he grinned." Luna deepens her voice. "So, I don't love you like that."

Harry chuckles, enjoying the story. She's not even sure why she began to tell him. "I was like yeah, you idiot, I see you as a brother. My mom could not stop laughing when I told her. My dad not so much." She stood up straight, took three steps to the door, grabbed the rusted doorknob, and it twisted open. There was a loud creak as she pushed.

"In we go, Farm Boy."

Harry shakes his head, mutters "As you wish." He hopes she missed that.

He steps in; first, his eyes quickly sweeping around the house, a doorway to a living room, another leading to what he assumes would be the dining room, and right in front of them a spiral staircase leading to the second floor where they might venture to if they don't find the clue in the main rooms.

"Right, together," Harry tells her.

"Awe, don't be scared, Styles. I'll protect you." She reaches out to pink his cheek.

He swats her hand away. "You'll be the one needing it."

"Don't count on you being my savior then?"

"Not ever, Buttercup."

They walk the first floor and find nothing. It's quite dull, nothing that stands out of place. Nothing haunting, really. A bit of a disappointment. They approach the stair and see footprints. This must be the correct way. She lets Harry lead. Once at the top, they see footprints are leading left and right. Harry nods left, so she assumes he means she has to go right.

It was not what he meant.

As Luna makes her way to the door at the end of the hall, she turns to see Harry entering the first room. She should turn back and go with him. She thinks about it for a second and decides it's best not and continues on.

Luna enters the boy's room. There is a race car bed, with white drawers full of stickers on either side. Everything is dusty, can feel the twitch in her nose. She approaches the bed when a paper catches her eyes on the corner of the dresser filled with different kinds of dinosaurs. It is their clue. It reads

If you wish to find me, you must go to the place where the choice of sweets is never-ending.

Luna smiles gratefully to have found it. She'll figure it out with Harry, she decides. The quicker she is out of the house, the better. As she folds the clue, she hears the door slam shut. It makes Luna jump. 

She approaches the door and twists the knob, but nothing happens. Luna keeps pulling and nothing; she's slowly but surely beginning to freaking out. 

Maybe Harry was playing a joke on her. That had to be it. 

"If you think this is a good prank, you're wrong." She yells, eager to hear his deep laugh before opening the door. But instead, she is met with silence. 

"Styles, open the door." Her voice firm, anger slowly taking over." Still nothing. "Haha, you've had your laugh; let me out." 

The panic is beginning to set. Harry didn't lock her in; he's on the other side of the house. 

"Harry?" She whimpers.

Meanwhile, Harry, no clue in hand, stands at the top of the stairs staring at a mirror frowning at himself. He looked for Luna, but it's as if she disappeared. He has come to the conclusion that she has finally left him. 

Luna, not sure what else to do, begins to scream his name. The tears streaming down her face in panic. She just wants out. That's all she wants. 

She pounds on the door, her throat hurting from the loud screams she's let out. The tears making it hard to keep on going; with one final knock, she lets herself slide to the floor.

Harry was about to descend the stairs when he hears a pounding on a door. It gives him chills; as much as it frightens him to go check it out, he has a gut feeling he has to. He goes right, the original way Luna went, and makes his way to the closed door. He takes a deep breath before turning the knob. 

Nothing happens. 

He takes a step back before pushing all his weight into the door, causing it to fly open. Harry scans the room quickly but sees nothing until he looks down and sees Luna hugging her knees.

Harry is quick to react. He's on his knees in front of her. "Luna, love, it's me, Harry. You're okay." 

She slowly lifts her head. "Harry." She croaks.

"Yes, it's me."

The tears begin once more. "The door was jammed. I was calling for you." She throws her arms around him wanting to be close, needing comfort even if he may not want to give it. 

"Thought you left me once you got the clue." He confesses as he runs his hand through her hair, he might have always wanted to do it, but not like this, never like this. 

"I'm not that mean, am I?" She looks up at him through her long thick eyelashes. A tear runs down her cheek.

He brings his hand up and gently wipes it away. "No, you're sweet and sassy and perfectly you. Not mean. Ya, hear me."

Luna nods. 

"Let's get out of here, okay. We need to figure out the clue now. Can't do it without your brains." He smiles at her dimples on display.

Luna smiles, he helps her out, and they walk out, Harry guiding her with a firm hand on her waist.

Once outside, the cold autumn wind hits them, and it's like Luna can finally breathe again. Harry guides them all the way to the sidewalk, where she hands him the clue. 

If you wish to find me, you must go to the place where the choice of sweets is never-ending.

"Sweets? There's a candy store, right?" Harry isn't sure, remembering seeing one. 

"It's named Annie's Sweets. Two streets from the library." 

"Well, lead the way, Buttercup." Harry links their hands together and begins walking forward is surprisingly the right direction. Luna stares down at their intertwined fingers, and it feels nice. 

Maybe, she's just a little touch starved. 

Luna is quiet, trying to think of anything but that moment she had in that house. She's going to give Caleb a lot of shit for that one. 

As they walk, Luna notices their hands are still together before pulling away. "Sorry." 

Harry shrugs. "Don't mind."

Luna frowns and looks straight ahead as they walk; he's confusing. Why is Harry acting sweet? A little too sweet. She intertwines her hands together in the front wanting the feeling of his hand in hers to disappear. 

"Are you going to tell the others about my crying? I get it if you do. Good story to get a laugh at me." She mumbles the last words. 

Harry grabs her arm, stopping her. She slowly raises her head to meet his eyes through the eye mask. His green eyes soft but filled with an emotion, she can't place. "I would never, what happened was not a laughing matter, this, all this tonight will stay between us, you good with that." 

Luna nods.

Harry clicks his tongue. "Verbal response." 

Her brown eyes go wide. "Yes, I'm good with that." 

Luna can't hide her surprise, and she knows Harry can see that. He's never acted so kind to her. It's a bit weird, but it beats the back and forth remarks. She's also sick of this façade of disliking him. It's exhausting now that she thinks about it. The banter is fun, but it always ends when it gets taken too far.  

"Harry, I know you hate me for some reason," She clears her throat before continuing. "But it's exhausting all the arguing. I'm great at it, but we've been at it for the two years we've known each other. You can keep hating me and not talking to me. I'm used to people not liking me. You won't be any different. We can co-exist in the same group."  

Harry scoffs, "You still don't get it."

She frowns. Get what? "You never gave us the chance to be friends. I'm giving you the chance to cut all ties while staying in the friend group." It's the most straightforward plan. It's honestly perfect.

"Luna, stop." 

She continues on. "Harry, seriously, you make me miserable, and I make-" He turns around, causing her to almost crash into him. 

"I like you." Luna knows the surprise is written all over her face. Harry's face is serious, no dimples insight and all his emerald eyes tell her is that he is full of frustration. "I like how beautiful and kind you are. How you don't let anyone walk over you and how you always manage to be the smartest person in any room."  

"Oh."

Harry likes her. Her. He likes her, and this was his way of interacting with her. He said she's smart, but honestly, nothing is making sense. She's confused; how does she feel? How long has he felt like this? Has it been since they were first introduced? 

Harry stands there staring at her, trying to see her give him any reaction, but all he gets is a blank stare. He clicks his tongue. "Alright." He turns on his heel and begins walking again.

Luna stares at him, walking away before shaking herself out of her thoughts and hurrying after him.

___

It's silent.

The quietest it's been all night, and she doesn't like it, but she's also not ready to address the bomb he dropped on her. 

At the start of the night, Luna believed he hated her. That he had hated her for the longest time only to find out he actually liked her. There is no way she'll bring it up, at least not yet. 

She cuts the tension in the way she knows best. 

"You could have at least grown the stache." He looks over at her, confused, not sure about what she just said or how she is brushing aside what he said. "The mustache adds to the character, and well, you don't have it."

Harry gasps. "I like my smooth face." She lets out the breath she was holding, thankful he went along. 

"Is that your way of saying you can't grow facial hair?"

"I can." 

She shrugs and nods. "Sure, Jan."

Harry is about to go off on her, but Luna runs ahead to the candy store entrance, walking in and letting the door shut behind her. 

He walks in after seeing that the store closes in twenty minutes; he finds Luna chatting with the cashier. He recognizes her as a girl he had in his intro to Psychology. She dropped out eight weeks in. He remembers because he lent her notes once and she had left coffee stains on them. As he reads on her name tag, the girl- Amy- was kind enough to pay him five dollars. Both girls don't acknowledge him, more into the conversation of Luna's costume and how pretty she looks in a crown. If Harry didn't know any better, he'd think Amy was flirting with her. Harry smirks but doesn't say anything waving at the girl before filling himself a bag of candy; he deserves it after all. 

"Amy was telling me Caleb came in a few days ago. Asked her on a date and they'll be going out next week. She thinks he's a proper cutie. Did you know her?" Luna tells him as she grabs the small tweezers to get a few sour gummy worms.

"Had her for a class first year, but she dropped out." Harry is focused on getting a few cherry sours in his bag. 

"Psychology. She was going through a rough time when she did it. Not that she ever needed the course. She's a theatre major now." 

"How do you know her?" He really is curious now, as she talks about her with familiarity. 

She drops a few Swedish Fish in the bag, sneaking one in her mouth, chewing it before moving along to add Tim Tams; he's never known for a candy store to have those. Then again, he's never been in this one. "She's my cousin. A year younger than us." 

"Why hadn't Caleb met her then if you've been friends for so long?" 

"God, you're a curious one, aren't you." She closes her bag and follows Harry as he fills his. He's going for Red Vines, nice and easy to snack on; Luna likes those only for movie nights for some bizarre reason she doesn't know. "I'm a protector of hearts. Amy is the sweetest person you'll ever meet, a real-life princess. Amy has been the sunshine in my life since she was born. I know Caleb, and he's going to fall in love with her, mark my words. I think they are a perfect match, but I also know not to meddle, which is why I wanted them to meet on their own." 

Harry smiles down at her. "Didn't know you could be so sweet, Buttercup." 

"Only to very few people." 

Luna places her bag on the scale, but her eyes go wide as she meets Amy's across the counter, realizing she doesn't have any money on her. Before she can even think about asking Harry, Amy saves the day. "Both your bags are covered. He knew whoever got this clue would most likely be buying, so he took care of it, more than enough actually." 

Luna rolls her head to look at Harry. "He's too kind." 

"What did the clue say?" Amy asks curiously. 

Harry and Luna's eyes go wide simultaneously. "Shit." He whispers before whipping out the slip of paper that led them there. "It says If you wish to find me, you must go to the place where the choice of sweets is never-ending." 

"The Pucker Powder!" Luna shouts, rushing over to the middle of the store where the machine of different flavors of powdered candy stands. There the clue is, under watermelon, Caleb's favorite. "I got it, Westley." 

Harry makes his way over to her waiting for her to read it, but Luna gestures for Amy to come listen as well, and she happily skips over. That's when Harry notices her costume; she's dressed in relaxed fitted jeans, a plain black t-shirt, and a faded brown leather jacket with leather boots. A charm hanging from her neck. "What are you dressed as?" He's confused. 

"Dean Winchester." She answers cheerfully. 

Luna feels Harry turn to look at her waiting for an explanation. "She's paired up with Caleb, He's Castiel, and she's Dean and together they are ‘Destiel’. A long-loved ship in the fandom of Supernatural.

He smiles. "You look great." 

"Don't worry, Ames, the reason we aren't friends, is that he doesn't watch." 

"It's not for everyone, Luna," Amy tells her before nudging her to read the clue. 

You swim to the bottom to find the other side but never come back up.

"Sound like the lake," Harry suggests. “Only source of water here.”

Luna nods, agreeing with him, as they head to the door. She stops, suddenly remembering something. "Do you need us to walk you home? You know how I feel about anyone walking out alone, especially tonight."

Amy blushes, looking down. "Caleb offered to walk me home, you know it's close by, and it's still a while until midnight." 

"Say no more, sweets." Luna leaves and follows behind Harry, as he now leads the way. 

___

It's a half-mile away, not too far but enough to have them silent for a while as they set a steady pace. 

Harry quite likes conversing with Luna and decides to ask her a question that's been on his mind since he saw her back at the apartment. 

"Why this costume, why Buttercup?"

Luna runs her hands down the front of the material, feeling the softness against her hands. "It was my favorite growing up. Still is, honestly. It's a nice story that gives you a bit of everything, romance, friendship, and adventure. Each character was on an adventure, and it brought them all together. Also, because I'd read it to Caleb during lunch breaks, we didn't feel like playing with others. I'd read because he had dyslexia and he grew a distaste for reading." Luna smiles fondly, thinking back to those simpler times. 

"I watched the movie for the first time last year." 

"Did you like it?" Her voice was full of curiosity. 

"Loved it." He tells her. 

She smiles, his answer filling her with joy. "Favorite part?" 

He hums, thinking it over for a second. "When she pushes him down the hill and finds out he's actually Westley." 

"Because he yells as you wish, rolling down." She grabs his arm in excitement, finishing the scene for him. 

Luna realizes what she's doing, and quickly let's go, muttering a small apology. "You're a romantic, Farm Boy."

"Not the first person who's told me." 

The walk to Orchid Lake continues in silence. A comfortable one, each one lost in their own head. Luna keeps playing one moment in her head, the moment Harry confessed his fondness of her, but it doesn't make sense. She replays every one of their interactions, and there is not one moment that stands out to her that proves he likes her. Harry introduced himself the first time but never once pursued a friendship or anything more. Luna is so lost in thought she doesn't realize they've arrived as she bumps into Harry's back as he stopped at the entrance. 

She walks ahead, and instead of walking to the trail in front of them, she goes right and takes a seat on the bench, it's a bit wet due to the mist filling the air, but she doesn't mind. 

"Uh, it's this way." Harry points, wanting to get a move on. 

Luna makes no moves to stand. She runs a hand down her face before letting it drop to her lap. "How is it that you hate, and you like me?" The question slips out before she can stop herself. 

Harry sighs, knowing the conversation is happening now. "Don't hate you." Harry is now standing in front of her, mask in his hand, wanting her to really look at him. "But, you hate me." 

Luna shakes her head, no. She's never hated anyone, she might have disliked Harry at one point, but honestly, they might have just misjudged each other. Harry gives her a look, one that tells her to be honest. 

"Okay, I didn't like you, but can you blame me?" 

"No, I understand completely." Luna stares at him, her eyes now locked with his.  

Harry lets out a deep breath. "I think you're an amazing person. You're kind and smart. Always volunteering to help others. You help set up study sessions for everyone." Luna keeps her eyes on him, not giving him a single expression. "Was mad you didn't treat me that way when we first met." He confesses. 

She nods, letting it sink it. "I've always included you, never not invited you." 

"I mean, you didn't try to get to know me." 

"Harry, I did when we first met." Luna is sure of this. 

"No, I would remember." He exclaims. 

"I'm not that memorable to you, it seems." She rolls her eyes. "Let me paint the picture for you. We are all hanging out in Mitch's apartment when you arrive a little later than the rest of us. A girl is hanging off your arm, not an inch of space between you. Kiersten, does that name ring a bell, Styles?" Luna knows it does. It's his ex, the only one she knows of. "She was rude to me the first time we met, when we were introduced to each other. You stood there and let her do that. Insulted me, and I was fuming. Mitch said you were a kind person and to give you a chance but letting someone treat someone else badly right in front of you, I wasn't so sure." 

Harry stays silent, letting her go on. "The second time we met, she made fun of Charlotte's outfit, and you just sat there. Char cried in the bathroom and then headed home for the night. From then on, I was neutral with you, not giving you anything to move forward on. The last straw was when it was Friday movie night in my apartment, and she tells you it's lame seeing movies together and that the apartment was trashy. You stood there, nodding along, and as soon as I saw you alone for a second, I let you know we wouldn't be friends because you were different than I expected.” Luna tries to calm her breathing, no point in losing control over the past. She's let it go, well, some of it. 

"She was bad. I broke up with her that night." 

"That's not the point. Even in doing that, you didn't apologize, but you did already decide on how you were going to keep treating me." 

Harry has no right answer because he was wrong. He messed up. "I'm sorry, I'm truly sorry, and I'm sorry my apology is so late, but you do deserve it. No one should ever put up with someone else's crap, Luna." 

"Thank you, I appreciate that."

"Honestly, I feel terrible. I think I did it because you didn't treat me like the others and-" Harry stops. 

"Yet you never questioned why. You just acted, and well, I reacted." 

Harry sighs, upset that they could have been friends by now, heck even something more maybe. 

"Wait, Harry." 

"Yes, Luna." 

"What was your' and'?" She stands up, not sure what it could be. 

"Uh, I was going to have a conversation with you to see why you never talked to me and had worked up the courage to also ask you on a date, but I heard you were dating Calvin, so I sort of got jealous and well, yeah." 

"We went on one date." She emphasizes. "No sparks. Who even told you?" 

"Abby." 

"Makes sense; she was jealous that Calvin asked me out. Seeing as he never once flirted with her. We're civil, but deep down, she doesn't like me." Luna isn't sure what went wrong with that friendship. 

They both let out deep breaths, thankful to have everything out in the open now, nothing hidden. A step forward. 

"I'm not that person," Harry tells her, needing her to know.

She smiles at him. "I know. You proved that today." 

"I hope I haven't offended you with my remarks." His smile was sheepish. 

"You haven't." 

"Luna," Harry chastises. 

"Okay, you have, but we can move past because it turns out you're actually really nice." She lowers her voice to a whisper. "And cause you like me." 

Harry blushes, his cheeks now a rosy red and not from the cold weather. "I plead the fifth." 

"Harry," She teases. 

"Lips sealed."

"Doesn't work if you confessed earlier." She reminds him.

Harry chooses to ignore her. Letting her words fall silent on him. "I know we have to get going, but can I do one thing before we do."

Luna nods, not sure what he wants to do. Harry takes a step forward until he is standing right in front of her. He pulls her in for a hug, his arms around her waist. She slowly raises her hands, being as gentle as she can about it. Their height difference makes her smile; her head reaches just under his chin. She hated it before, but now, in his arms, it's actually quite lovely. He's warm and not as firm as she thought he would be; it's like she's hugging a big teddy bear. 

Harry leans back, looking down at her, a shy smile on her face. His eyes flicker to her lips and back to her eyes, leaning in for a moment before stepping back. He clears his throat. "To the lake, Buttercup."

___

There's no fear as she walks to the bridge where the clue should be. It's dark, not much light guiding them besides the moon. Harry wanted to turn on his flashlight, but Luna knows it's best not to disturb their eyes with such a harsh light. 

Luna knows this path like the back of her hand. She comes here every morning, sometimes before sunrise, either for a run or walk but in the summertime, she'll even go in for a swim. The lake is well cared for by the community. There is just one house in the back of the property, and the old couple living there love the visitors. They teamed up with the university to set up students to be tour guides, and it's an excellent part-time job. There's a lot of good here. 

She's sure the clue is on the bridge because one time, Caleb got Luna so mad that she shoved him in. She can't even remember why she was angry, but Caleb surely does. She would bet her life on it. 

It's a wooden bridge, a bit old as it creaks under each step taken. It's low, as it sits on the side of the lake, four feet deep at most. She takes a lookout at the lake, the water showing a beautiful reflection of the bright full moon above their heads. 

Luna picks the paper taking a step closer to Harry so that they can read it together. 

"I was the embodiment of every writer's worst fear: A cliche."

"That's a book quote." Luna recognizes it, but not a single book comes to mind. "Let's head to the bookstore. It's fifteen minutes from here, but we can make it in ten." 

Harry lets her lead. They know time is counting down, not once having stopped to look at the time. Harry feels they might be falling behind with all the stops in between the clues, but he knows better than voice out his worries. 

"Do you recognize the quote?" Luna asks Harry to hand it over to him." 

Harry reads it over twice. "No." 

"I know it, but I can't figure out where. I've read one too many books." She crosses her arms across her chest in frustration. 

"Maybe it's one that you've read to him," Harry suggests. 

Luna looks up at him as if he just hung up all the stars in her name. "You're right. He set this all up." 

It's one she begged him not to make her read, but he gave her an offer she couldn't resist.

Luna picks up her pace; she's close to running but stops herself from doing so. 

"Wait up, it isn't going to run away." Harry huffs out. He thought he was in shape, but tonight has proved him wrong. It could also very well be the boots. 

"Farm Boy, put those legs to work!" She shouts, not at all looking back at him. She didn't have time for that. 

"I'm tired," Harry groans. "We've walked a lot.” 

"Please, we'll get something to eat after we win." She throws him a smile over her shoulder, and Harry happily returns it. 

"Deal." Luna is surprised at how quick he was to recover now next to her. She would have thought he was okay if it weren't for the deep breaths he was taking. "It can be our first date." 

Luna falters in her step. She recovers just as quickly, hoping Harry did not notice. It seems like he didn't. "Great joke, get serious." It's weird; she's feeling butterflies in her stomach at the prospect of what could be with Harry, a date. It doesn't sound so bad, but it's not her focus. 

Luna misses Harry frowning. He was serious, but he also understands they just came to a truce of sorts less than an hour ago. 

Walking into Read to Dream, the first thing Luna does is scan the clock. There are forty-five minutes until midnight. That is plenty of time to reach the last destination after retrieving the final clue. 

The bookstore is a family-owned place. Mrs. Bennet, the owner, will be sure to pass it down to one of her grandchildren. Seeing as her children didn't take an interest, but dear Clara has. Clara is Mason's younger sister. She recently turned seventeen, meaning she's now allowed to close shop independently, seeing as her grandmother lives right above. 

The bookstore is what everyone likes to call an organized mess. There are many books on shelves in their respected genre and ordered alphabetically. Still, there are also books on chairs that no one ever seems to touch, the books on top of the bookcases that don't fit, and the books in the back that are stacked in rows in a rainbow color because they don't have a specific genre. Luna spent many summer days here, this was her first job at fifteen, wanting to have more liberty and Mrs. Bennet was kind enough to hire her on. From time to time, she comes in to have tea with her or even volunteer her time around. It's one of her happiest places. 

"Hello, tootsie!" Luna bounces over to Clara going around the counter to give her a hug. 

"Lunes, it's great to see you. You look gorgeous. Red is definitely your color." Clara gushes. 

"Thank you, I'd love to chat more, but I'm on the hunt for a book." Luna turns to scan the store as if it would stand out to her.

Clara nods. "That I can help with.”

"Gone Girl"

"Three aisles down, second row." 

Luna quickly thanks her, and Harry follows after her. Harry's stuck on the fact that she seems to know everyone they encounter. He's never seen a person as social and kind as her. 

"You read Gone Girl aloud to him." Harry finally processes the information that was given a few minutes prior. 

"He paid me to." Luna defends.

"How much?" 

"In lunch for an entire semester." Luna finds the book and begins to flip through it knowing it must be stuck in there. 

"Fair." 

"Got it!" Luna cheers. She pulls it out and hands it to Harry. He opens it, and that's when her eyes catch sight of the second piece of paper. This one is pale yellow, meaning it's not a clue and specifically for her. Luna slips it under her sleeve, careful not to have it fall out. 

Evil lurks at midnight. I invite you to join me when they begin to rise.

The cemetery. A chilling place to end the night, but a perfect place to be crowned winners. 

"It's a twenty-minute walk from here," Luna informs Harry, putting the book away and heading to the front. 

"I've never been to the cemetery." Harry decides to tell her. 

"It's not as creepy looking as you would think." 

"Don't believe you," He mutters. 

They say goodbye to Clara and begin the walk to the final spot of the night. 

"Ready to win?" She smiles up at Harry, buzzing with adrenaline, knowing how close they are. 

"Yeah, I am." 

As much as Luna wants to run to the cemetery, she wants to enjoy the last alone time she will have with Harry. She knows they are going to be friends after this. She lets herself fall behind a few steps and pulls out the slip of paper. She unfolds it, and it reads, "You can thank me by making me the man of honor." She blushes, but Caleb might be right, and she honestly hopes he might be. Luna can deny how she feels all she wants, but tonight proved something there, something he saw long before she did. 

Something that had been hiding there for quite some time.  

This could very well be the night that changed it all, the story they tell their grandchildren. That stops her letting out a gasp loud enough to grab Harry's attention. A few hours ago, she couldn't stand him and now is thinking about a future with him, and all Luna wants to know is how she let these feelings grow without really noticing. 

"You alright, Luna?" Harry looks concerned. 

No future talk, not now, at least. First, they will win, and then they both can go from there. 

"Luna, love. Times ticking." Harry teases. 

Luna starts forward once more, not having noticed how close they actually are from the entrance. She passes Harry and is now running. "Pick up the pace, Farm Boy." She's gaining lots of distance from him. 

"You can't beat me, Buttercup," Harry says, beginning to catch up, now right behind her. 

Luna lets out a loud laugh causing her to slow down. "We're on the same team, Westley." 

Harry laughs, pulling ahead, but grabbing her arm, making her run even faster. They turn the corner, and that's when she sees Caleb's car and knows the entrance is right ahead where he has to be waiting. 

Caleb is leaning against the rusted golden fence. Evergreen Cemetery, the name on the arch staring down at them. Caleb raises his head, looking away from his phone as he hears footsteps hitting the pavement. 

"Inconceivable!" Caleb shouts as Harry and Luna stand in front of him, out of breath but smiling. "You have arrived with ten minutes to spare, but I hate to inform you-" Luna's smile drops, and Harry can only frown, a profound bit of sadness forming in his stomach.

Caleb bends over, laughing. He wishes he could have recorded that. "I'm only playing. Of course, you won." 

Luna punches his shoulder. "Jerk." 

"Hey, be nice," Caleb backs away, his hands up in defense. "Winners aren't mean." 

"They are if it's to their best friend." Harry laughs, knowing Caleb deserves the well-given punch he received. 

"Honestly, I wasn't too sure you'd win, considering you two aren't- or weren't the best of buddies." Caleb nods his head to their connected pinkies. Harry blushes but makes no move to pull away. Luna tries, but Harry tightens his hold, and well who is she to fight him. 

"Look who's here," Caleb says, looking over their shoulder. 

It's Mitch and Ollie rushing over, a frown on both their faces as Luna and Harry step to the side so Caleb can adequately thank them for being the first losers. 

Mitch scoffs, a smirk forming on his face. "No surprise, they won. Harry would do anything to see Luna smile."

Harry's cheek goes red, but Luna carries on her conversation with Caleb feigning as if she didn't hear a word Mitch said. 

As time clicks closer to midnight, the teams begin to trickle in. Daniel and Calvin come in with five minutes to spare. Mason and Charlotte right on their heels, and at 11:59, barely making it on time are Justine and Abby. There were many mixed emotions as they found out Luna and Harry were the winners. A few eye rolls (Abby) and lots of cheers. 

Caleb has quieted everyone down, as it is now time to crown the winners, and Luna is buzzing with excitement. She might not have won with Caleb by her side, but Harry was just as great as Caleb, if not better. 

"I am proud to crown Luna and Harry, the winners of the Halloween Scavenger Hunt 2020," Caleb yells, having everyone break out into collective cheers. Luna blows kisses to her group of friends, a large smile on her face. 

Charlotte steps forwards and places a jeweled crown on her head. Luna thanks her softly and watches as she does the same to Harry. He bends down so that Charlotte doesn't need to reach up to place it on him. He has a broad smile on his face, he glances at Luna, causing her to go a deep red, but all he does is give her a cheeky wink. Caleb hands over two yellow envelopes, Winner, written on the front, and in each is the $250 prize money. 

It's $500 total, but it's split because of groups. She's not sure who decided everyone put in $50 to get a nice prize out of it instead of just bragging rights, but Luna was thankful for whoever did.

"Speech, please," Caleb says, backing away to stand with the others.  

Harry nods at her asking if she'd like to go first, but she shakes her head no. He clears his throat and puts on a charming smile, always quick to dazzle a crowd. "This year, I was not expecting to partner up with the best at the game, but I am glad she drew out my name. Luck was honestly on my side." He turns his head to find Luna already staring at him. "I can happily say that I'd do it all over again with Luna by my side." Shoots her a smile before locking eyes with their friends. "As now reigning three-time champion, I'm proud to have been at her side. Her brains and my looks won us this hunt." He fakes a hair flip causing Luna and Caleb to let out a giggle simultaneously. She nudges him gently, shaking her head at his antics. 

Harry smiles at her waiting for her to now start hers. She blushes under his intense gaze wishing he'd direct it elsewhere. 

Luna knows they are waiting for her to share, but she's stuck in a trance staring into Harry's emerald eyes. She thinks back to the evening's start in Mitch's living room and the promise she made to Harry if they won. 

Without thinking twice, she steps close to Harry, closing the small distance between them. Luna brings up her right hand to gently cradle his cheek and as for permission. He gives her the slightest nod, and in the next second, her lips are on his. Harry reacts quickly, wrapping his arms around her waist, needing her close, not all believing it's actually happening. 

Harry's lips are soft, his mouth tasting like cherry from the gummies they bought earlier in the night. The butterflies in her stomach are going crazy, trying to find an escape. Harry lets out a small moan. That's when she knows it's time to pull away. Luna rests her hands on his chest, feeling how fast his heart is reacting to the kiss. 

Luna turns to face her friends,  not caring how they were all witnesses to their first kiss. "I told Harry if we won that I'd kiss him, and well, I'm not one to go back on my word." 

Caleb cheers and starts to clap, not at all trying to hide his excitement. Everyone else joins in the hollers, only getting louder, causing Luna to drop her head to rest on Harry's chest as she takes in her friend's excitement, knowing the teasing will soon be next. Harry has not removed his hands from her waist, liking how close she is. Luna doesn't mind it either. It feels quite nice.  

"Alright, let's head to the diner where we'll buy the winner's food." Caleb begins ushering everyone to the cars. He got Amy's help bringing over Mitch and Charlotte's car which is how they will be leaving, finally the end to all the walking.

Luna and Harry are still wrapped in each other's arms, not at all ready to move. Caleb is waiting for them at the small cobblestone entrance.

"We'll meet you there." Luna knows they have no transportation, the diner being close to their apartment that is a good two miles away. 

Caleb nods, stepping closer to toss his keys to her. She catches them with ease. "I'll be riding with Mitch." 

They watch the two cars drive away before turning her attention back to Harry. 

"What a night." 

She nods in agreement, happy that the hunting is over and can now relax. 

"Favorite part?" Harry asks.

She thinks it over for a second before responding, "The haunted house."

"Really." Her answer really surprises Harry, and he doesn't try to hide it. 

Luna shrugs. "Think that's what broke the tension between us; otherwise, we'd still be bickering." Getting locked in a room was not fun, but Harry coming to look for her and help her showed her a side she hadn't seen before. It was worth it, but would most definitely not do it again. "And yours?" 

He leans down to whisper in her ear. "When you kissed me." 

Luna nods, "That was a nice moment, huh." 

"Care to do it again?" 

"Only," Luna pauses before leaning close to Harry. She feels his breath against hers, mixing together. "If you would agree to dress up with me next year." 

"Done deal." Harry answers. His lips are on hers once more. Harry has a hand on her cheek, deepening the kiss, not ever wanting to pull away. "We could be Noah and Allie from The Notebook."

Luna breaks the kiss. "Gross, please take that back." 

"What's wrong? It's my favorite movie." 

"Why?" Luna asks in disgust. "Allie cheats on her fiancé. Sure, they have true love, but cheating should never be condoned, especially in a love story. Sure the book showed their growth and maturity, but you're not talking about the book. I shall not do it, not ever." 

"Guess you just won our first fight, Buttercup." Harry smiles. 

"First? We've had over five hundred!" Luna tells him. "Now, kiss me again because I won." 

"If we're kissing after each fight, then I owe you over five hundred." Luna shuts Harry up by connecting their lips. She knows kissing Harry will never get old, neither will these pointless arguments that will be forgotten seconds later. 

"Enough of giving these dead people a show. Let's go eat." 

"As you wish." 

Luna gasps, pressing her right hand against her heart dramatically. "Are you saying you love me?" She clears her throat, scrunching up her face in apology. "This might be a little awkward then." She points between them both. 

Harry stops walking, throwing his head back, letting out a loud groan of frustration. "You're a pain in my ass." 

Luna giggles. "Would you want it any other way?"

Harry grins, looking down at her soft brown eyes. "No." He responds honestly.  

Pinkies linked together, bumping into each other randomly to see who stumbles the most, Luna and Harry walk out of the cemetery forever thankful for this Halloween night. 

I love you! 

Thank you for reading, come chat the hunt with me

[mjfass]

What’s so special about you?

Bayley/female reader 

Warning: Sexual content.

Part 1/? Or maybe it’s a one shot, I don’t know.

Bayley stares at her with an indecipherable look in her face. Arms crossed, hands into fists. Legs on top of the table. Examining her, thinking how a smaller, less experienced  woman could beat her in the ring. Not only that, but made her tap out. 

Y/N is sitting on the table, eating a donut and laughing loudly at something that Big E said, while Seth Rollins and Liv Morgan share her laugh. Y/N notices the intense stare of Bayley’s face, but she tries to ignore it and enjoy the company of her friends. She knows Bayley is upset because she just tapped out to her, something that not too many people can say they did. Y/N looks directly at Bayley’s eyes for a moment, like asking why was she staring at her with so much intensity, but even if she tried, Y/N couldn’t maintain the staring contest with Bayley, because there was something incredibly dark in her eyes, revenge? pure hatred? She didn’t know, and she honestly didn’t want to find out. She knew Bayley used to be a good, fun, caring person, but she had changed a lot in the last year, everyone commented on how she was more aggressive and rude. Y/N just won the Royal Rumble and she used to be a Raw superstar; nonetheless, she has wanted to face The Boss ever since she met her, so in order to build up the match, Y/N was now on Smackdown every friday. Something she assumed Bayley didn’t like, because she had been nothing hostile and  rude to her ever since she met her, not even talking to her.

Y/N, feeling uncomfortable with Bayley, excused herself, stood up from the table and walked directly to her dressing room to change her ring gear. While she was walking down the aisles, she couldn’t help but heard steps behind her. Hundreds of people work in the show, it's not unusual, even knowing the show had ended hours ago and there weren’t many people in the building. When she reached her dressing room and tried to open the door, a hand shut it down immediately. Y/N felt a strong hands turning her over and pushing her against the door with her name in it. Before she could protest Bayley, who was a lot taller than her, shut her up while she said “What is so special about you?” Y/N was shocked, not only because of how intimidating Bayley looked, but also because it was the first time she was actually speaking to her. 

“I don’t know what you are talking about” Y/N gasped, trying to not feel scared by Bayley. But a part of her felt electrified to have such an attractive, hot woman screaming to her and having her trapped against the door.

“You came from NXT a few months ago, you win a feud against Charlotte, you proceed to win the freaking Royal Rumble, you are main eventing Mania with Sasha, and tonight you beat ME. Me. The longest reigning Smackdown Women’s Champion. The leader of this division. So, I ask again: What’s so freaking special about you?” Bayley snapped. “I mean, I can see your talent, I can see your potential, and I can see your beauty” she continued. Y/N stopped breathing for a minute. Did she just call her beautiful?

“Huh, you know? I think I just discovered what makes you so special” she said.

“The fact that I just made you tapped out in my first match against you?” Y/N replied immediately regretting her sassiness but trying to prove Bayley she was not afraid or intimidated by her.

Bayley chuckled softly, “No, the fact that I can see something in you that no one else has seen. And trust me when I say that they have tried, you have a lot of people crushing on you around here. But only I’ve seen that you are a dirty little brat who would love to have her ass smacked repeatedly and being choked until I make you come so hard you will pass out”

Y/N swallowed hard and pressed her thighs together, feeling a small palpitation, while she was getting wet just with the thought of being dominated by the woman she considered “the hottest she has ever seen”. She was shocked by her raw words, but she couldn’t resist the thought of being dominated by The Role Model herself.

“Your lack of words and pressing your thighs together tells me I was right about you. I spoke with Sasha and she swore you were a top, but I recognize a cute little sub from miles away. Especially if they are as hot as you are.” Bayley exclaimed while she slowly moved one of her hands down to Y/N hips while the other one slightly grabbed Y/N neck, she was not squeezing, her fingers were barely touching her, caressing her, feeling her pulse, knowing she was making her nervous. Y/N let out a small moan when she felt Bayley grab her and push her towards her firm body. Bayley just smiled and said “I knew I wanted you since the moment I watched you make your first entrance on Smackdown, with that new, small gear. The only thing I was thinking was that you were going to be calling me “daddy” sooner or later. Righ, Y/N?” she asked. “Yes, daddy” was all Y/N could say while Bayley grabbed her hand and got inside the locker room with her. 

Bayley loudly closed the door while she turned around and stared intensely to Y/N. Like a predator to a prey. She walked slowly towards her, examining her entire body while she licked her lips. Bayley grabbed Y/N hips again and told her “You are going to do everything I say. If there’s something that makes you uncomfortable use the word ‘red’ and I’ll stop whatever I’m doing. Understood?” she asked without even blinking. “Yes, daddy” Y/N eagerly replied while she could feel her panties getting wetter and wetter. “Oh, and one more thing, Y/N, scream as loudly as you want, I want everyone here to know who you belong to now” Bayley said as she removed the top from Y/N’s white gear, noticing she wasn’t wearing a bra; of course she wasn’t, she thought, this entire gear is too tiny for that. Bayley started licking her neck, from her collarbone to her ear, while she started caressing her breasts with both hands, massaging them softly, sensually, enjoying the sensation of filling her hands.Y/N left out a soft moan, her brain still trying to process what was happening. She grabbed the back of Bayley’s top, Bayley lifted her hands, letting her undress her. Quickly, Bayley got rid of her pants, and wrestling shoes, while Y/N admired the hotness and sexiness of the woman she had in front of her. After seeing her in that lacey lingerie, her hand involuntarily went to her own panties, trying to relieve the tension she was feeling. Bayley immediately grabbed her hand with so much force she felt pain. “Did I tell you you could do that?” Y/N denied with her head, she felt she couldn’t articulate words. “Later you are going to be punished for that”. 

Bayley pushed Y/N into the nearest wall and started making circles in her nipples while she bit her neck and then sucked at that spot, leaving a nice red mark. She pressed her body completely towards the Royal Rumble winner and used right leg to separate Y/n thighs, leaving it there. While she worked on her nipples and breasts that were now covered in Bay’s saliva and with red spots in them, Y/N started grinding on Bayley’s leg, trying to obtain some relief for her arousal. When Bayley realized this, she pressed her leg more into Y/N’s core, at the same time she made circles with her tongue on her hard nipples. Bayley grabbed the smaller girl’s ass and helped her to ride her leg, harder and faster, she was eager to give her her first orgasm of the night. Her hips moved to a nice rhythm, back and forth, back and forth, she was feeling her panties completely soaked now. The air was filled with tension and Y/N moans that were louder and louder as she approached her orgasm. When she felt the pressure on her lower abdomen, she grabbed Bayley’s hair and she pushed her hard to her already sensitive breasts while she dropped her head to the wall and screamed “daddy” over and over.. She continued riding Bay’s leg until her orgasm ended. Bayley looked at her eyes with nothing but lust and desire as she felt the wetness on her bare leg. She smile at that.

 “All of that and you still are half dressed” she said grinning. “Let’s see what else I can make you do and say when we go back to the hotel and I have you completely naked in my bed.”

“Do you want me to go back to the hotel with you?” Y/N asked with innocence.

“Of course. That’s where I have all the toys so we can have the night of our lives. And I still have to punish you; don’t forget that” she said while she dressed up, leaving Y/N absolutely breathless thinking about the night she was going to have.

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Silent bloom

Pairing: Finn Collins/reader

Warnings: Mentions of smut, suicide.

Chapter: 1.04

You wake up to the sound of nearby voices chattering.

The sudden feeling of a hand brushing strands of hair out of your voice caused you to open your eyes.

Finn smiled down at you, "hey."

"Hi." You cleared your throat before sitting up. "What’s going on?"

"Take it easy, Daze," Finn said, frowning. You didn’t listen and felt a sharp pain from sitting upright. "I told you to take it easy."

"Because you’re always right?" You snapped. Letting out a deep sigh, you noticed Finn was still smiling. "Sorry... I’m just surprised to be waking up."

Finn moved the chair he was sitting in closer to you. "Do you remember what happened?" He asked, giving you a sympathetic look.

"Wells," you sobbed. "Charlotte... killed him. I tried to save him, but I couldn’t. She asked me not to tell anyone... Then everything went fussy. I’m guessing Charlotte got caught?" Finn nodded. "Good. She deserved to be punished."

"Bellamy found you outside. He went looking for you after he noticed you had never returned to camp." The information Finn shared took you aback. You didn’t think Bellamy would have noticed? Or cared. "I’m so sorry for everything that’s happened since we arrived down here. I have not been a great friend."

"It’s fine, I’ve been a little bratty. And for the record, I didn’t sleep with Murphy." You watched Finn’s face turn white. "You look like you’ve seen a ghost."

"While you were out, a few things transpired. Murphy was accused of murdering Wells and trying to kill you."

"What?" Sure, you had pissed Murphy off when you kicked him down the ladder, but you didn’t think he would have physically hurt you. "What happened?"

"Some others thought we should punish him for his crimes and decided to float him."

You could feel the tears building up. This wasn’t right, none of it was right. "But you stopped them? Clarke and Bellamy run this place. They wouldn’t have let that happen."

“Bellamy... he’s the one that kicked the crate out from underneath Murphy. We cut him down and Charlotte confessed to her crime, then Murphy tried to hunt her down. He held a knife to Clarke’s throat, so Charlotte jumped off a cliff. She killed herself, so we all stopped fighting."

"Or from guilt." You frowned, not having any sympathy for the young girl. "I know she was just a kid, but what she did was wrong. Anyway, what happened to Murphy? What rock has he crawled under?"

Finn’s brown eyes bore into yours. "We banished him. Bellamy almost beat him to death, so Clarke banished him as an alternative."

"Oh, I see." You didn’t like the way his face seemed to light up when he spoke about the blonde. Sure, she likely saved your life, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t be jealous.

"Can I ask you something?" He asked in a low voice.

"Yeah, anything." You answered while letting him caress your face with his hand.

"What happened to your eye?"

You pulled away from him. "Anything but that, I don’t want to talk about it. Ever.”

Finn opened his mouth to say something, but paused when Octavia entered the room.

"Beat it, spacewalker," Octavia said playfully. "I haven’t spoken to my only friend in days."

"Hey!" Jasper protested, entering the room behind her.

"Only girlfriend, there’s a difference!" The younger Blake said defensively.

You stopped paying attention to your friends, jokingly arguing as you stared at Finn. The more you looked, the more tired and deflated he looked. Your former best friend excused himself and left.

—

An hour later, it was just Octavia who was sitting by your side. Monty had come by to say hello, then went back to trying to contact the ark, and Jasper left when his stomach rumbled.

"I honestly can’t believe how much I’ve missed. I’m almost resentful." You laughed.

Octavia shoved your elbow with hers. "I’m jealous of how much sleep you got. But seriously, don’t ever get stabbed again. You made me worried."

You smiled, "I’ll try."

Octavia’s smile softened, "What went on with Finn?"

"Nothing." You shrugged at the skeptical look she was giving you. "He filled me in on what happened, but that was it.

"Did you guys date or something on the Ark? Because he screams clingy boyfriend."

You pout. "No, we never dated. We were good friends... but that stopped when he got arrested. And what do you mean by clingy?"

Octavia rolled her eyes. "He refused to leave, apart from the whole Murphy Charlotte thing. He listened to some dumb thing Clarke said about infection and wouldn’t let anyone get to close to you. Hell, he kept kicking Bell out."

Bellamy came to visit you? "I woke up to Finn brushing my hair out of my face."

Your comment caused Octavia to let out a loud laugh. You couldn’t help but join in. You laughed until it physically hurt your stomach. causing Clarke to come in and scorn you both in case the vibrations burst your stitches.

—

"You should go back to camp, it isn’t safe out here."

You glared at him. "I am aware of that Finn, but somebody needs to keep you out of trouble."

Scoffing, he attempted to storm away, but you stepped in front of him. You followed Finn into a bunker after he left the camp. With your stomach still in pain, you were slower than him. When you arrived at the bunker, you found Finn trashing it.

"Move."

"No. I’m not going anywhere and neither are you. If you go out there, the Grounders will find you and kill you!" You yelled in frustration.

Finn looked down at you, "I didn’t think you’d care if I died."

"What?" You asked hurt. "Of course I care, you stupid idiot! It’s you who stopped caring!"

Finn’s face was now a shade of red you’d never seen before. "What? I’ve always cared about you! I wouldn’t have sneaked out to be with you if I didn’t love you. I wouldn’t have shared my rations with you, I wouldn’t have covered for you, or missed you when you weren’t there if I didn’t care about you. Fuck Daze, all I wanted to do was be with you. We were best friends!"

"Then why did you choose her over me?"

"I didn’t." He answered in a softer voice.

"Yes, you did." You said as tears rolled down your face. "Finn, you got locked up for Raven."

Finn shook his head. "What was I supposed to do? Let her get floated? I would much rather be locked up for a few years than have Raven's death on me."

Oh. You didn’t realize Raven would have been floated? She never mentioned it on the ark. "I’m sorry, I understand you did it for someone you love. I was just angry I’d lost you, and I got jealous of how much you cared about her."

Finn pressed his forehead against your own. "I love you Daze, and for the record, I would have taken the blame for you. And I still do."

Finn pressed a soft kiss against your forehead, before kissing your nose. You looked up at him, lips parted slightly, knowing what you wanted. You wanted Finn to kiss you.

Cupping your cheeks, Finn leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. The feeling of electricity shot through your body. Finn reluctantly pulled back.

"I’m sorry, I should have asked first."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and tugged him down to you. The kiss was rougher, and more intense. Your lips only parted, so you could both catch your breath.

Finn had a look of hunger in his eyes, like a lion about to pounce on his prey. If you went any further, it would change your already fragile relationship. Maybe he didn’t want this? You were about to ask Finn what he was thinking when he kissed you again.

You pulled at his hair, deepening the kiss as you pushed Finn’s jacket off before throwing it across the room. Following your lead, he started to undress you. Pulling away from him, so he could lift your top over your head. Finn suddenly froze when you stopped down to your bra.

"Is something wrong?" You asked, confused.

He reached his hand out and held the object sitting above your bra. "You still wear it?"

You placed your own finger against the necklace. It was a small Daisy. Finn had made it out of metal and put it on a chain. It was a present for your twelfth birthday. "Yeah, I’ve never stopped."

Now Finn looked teary-eyed. "I really thought you hated me."

"I could never hate you. You’re my best friend." You said before leaning forward and kissing him again.

You quickly shimmed out of your jeans and underwear, as Finn did the same. He kissed your neck as one of his hands toyed with your bare breast. The coldness of his skin against yours caused goosebumps to appear. His other hand moved down your stomach and hips, stopping at the most sensitive area.

Finn kissed you once more before leaning back. "Are you sure you want this? It’s okay if you don’t."

You smiled at him. "I do. I want you, Finn. All of you."

With that, Finn began rubbing his thumb against your sensitive bundle of nerves, before inserting a finger. You let out a low moan as Finn started nipping and sucking at your neck. It would probably leave a mark, but you didn’t care. They would fade.

His lips brush against your ear. "Ready?"

You managed to moan out a ‘yes’ as Finn removed his fingers to line himself up. You gave him a reassuring nod. In one swift movement, he entered you.

At first, Finn was slow, then his thrust became faster as you found a rhythm. Moving his thumb across your sensitive area once more, you quickly found your release.

"Fuck." Finn’s movements began to become sloppier as he chased his own orgasm.

You hear Finn moaning your name as he comes, before rolling off you in a panting, swearing mess. He turned and looked at you, a smile spreading across his face, all of his earlier anger now gone. He pulls you closer, so your head is on his chest. "You are amazing, Daze."

"You’re not so bad yourself, Finnegan."

He chuckled at the nickname, his heart beating steadily against your ear. "I wish we could stay like this here."

You laughed at his comment. "We would drive each other crazy."

He squeezed you tighter. "I’m here. We will find something to keep us occupied."

You smiled at him. Feeling the tiredness taking over, you closed your eyes and fell asleep with Finn brushing your hair. Enjoying the rare moment of bliss.

Season one