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thequeenofneverland1 · 1 year ago

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Justin Foley/// The Truth Hides

Anonymous request: Could you do where clay hasn’t found about the tapes that Hannah left and so the reader and her boyfriend Justin, Alex, Jessica, Zach, monet, are talking and making a plan to get ride of the tapes and clay (the reader was friends with Hannah and Clay but stopped when Hannah and Clay started dating Hannah knew that the reader like Clay but she still went and dated Clay and so the reader cut ties with them

A/n: I switched up a lot of stuff in case you get confused

Warnings: death, slut-shaming and plotting against someone, and cussing words

You were in the gym your boyfriend Justin and your friends you all were talking about the tapes that Hannah baker left your friends and you all were trying to find a way to get them before it exposed any of you

"I said let's take him for a ride and for a drink once he's so drunk we throw him in the canyon so it seems like it was a suicide." Justin says "Besides everyone is going to believe it, since everyone is going to be like he did it because he wasn't over Hannah since they were lovers.”

“Guys, let's talk about this at my house and I'll gather everyone so we can talk about the tapes. It's better to do it at my place so no one can listen to us.” Monty looks at everyone

"At your place? why not at school?" Alex asks not understanding

“Standall Are you hearing yourself? We can't have no one finding out about the tapes. I don't know Alex if you're actually dumb or you're pretending to be one.” Monty rolls his eyes at him

Alex was about to punch Monty but he was stopped by Justin and Zach "guys we can't fight each other, we're all in this together, we all need each other unless If you want to join Clay but he's not going to accept any of you if he does find out what we did to her."

“Alright I'll let this side, but next time Monty is being a bitch he's going to get it.” Alex fumed

"Yeah whatever." Justin waves Alex off

"You guys should get going already, cheerleading practice is about to start in 45 minutes." You looked down at your watch

"Can't you guys not have us for a little bit longer? besides Bae you're the captain and Jess is the co-captain." Justin tells you

"Justin we would but Jess and I have to make new roots." You kissed his cheek

“Baby can we stay? and watch you guys? " Alex asks Jessica

“Baby why don't you go to the store to buy snacks and drinks for the meeting besides Justin and Zach has practice too. " Jessica tells Alex and kissed him before he left

"Well babe see you later." Justin pulls you into a deep kiss Zach had it to pull Justin away from you since you both were making out "save it for the private room." Zach teases

"They ride us crazy.” You laugh

“Yes they do, but we love them even if they are crazy and sometimes dumb but we have love for them. " Jessica laughs too

“I was thinking, don't you think? It's a bit crazy what the guys want to do with the tapes and Clay?” You asked

“I don't think it's crazy we need to get rid of them.” Jessica answers your questions with a smile

"That's harsh." You respond as you begin to stretch out your arms and legs

“Hannah hurt you, remember? That she dated him. She knew that you loved him, but it didn't stop her from dating him.” Jessica reminds you of what Hannah did to you months before she die.

Flash back

"Hannah, I really love Clay and I'm afraid to tell him." You confessed to your best friend about your feelings for Clay.

"Girly just tell him don't be scared." Hannah tells you with a smile

"You're right, I'll tell him tomorrow morning." You beamed

"You go girl." Hannah cheered happily

You went to school with a smile looking in the hallways for Clay your smile turn into a sad one when you saw Hannah kissing him you held down your tears as you walked past them, ignoring them as they both called your name

In the bathroom, you start crying, you couldn't believe why your former best friend would do this to you.

"You know if you were friends with me I wouldn't do that to you." Jessica said coming behind you

You looked at her through the mirror "what are you talking about?"

“I know what Hannah did to you, she's a total bitch for doing this to you.” Jessica shakes her head “that's how sluts are always trying to steal the people that we love Hannah almost tried to steal my Alex but I was smarter than her."

“I thought the rumors about her were false since she doesn't look like the kind of person that would do this, but I was wrong about her.” You shake your head in disbelief

Jessica pats your back "trust me I also fell for her stupid ass acting she was all acting nice when I was thinking that she was a nice person but in reality she's two faced."

"I thought F.M.L was forever."

“It can't be forever, the betrayer will always break the promises and the forever. "Jessica tells you, "How do you feel about being friends with me? And my friends?"

"I accept." You smile

Jessica smiled and clapped, "Perfect, now come and hang out with our friends and me they're waiting for us at the gym."

“Jess told us what those two did to you, don't worry, Jessica's friends are ours friends, you're now one of us.” Justin says as he walks towards you.

"Maybe you can join cheerleading with me since the captain is leaving. You'll make the perfect captain and I'll be the co-captain if you let me." Jessica grinned

“Jessica you have done a lot for me, you deserve to be the captain more than me.” You beamed at her

“Aww, you're such a sweetheart Maybe after cheerleading practice you wanna go on a date with me? and watch a movie at the Crestmont I'll pay.” Justin flirts with a smirk on his fact

"It's a date then." You grinned

“If you guys end up dating, we can go on double dates.”Alex winks at both of you

"Baby don't worry starting tomorrow we're going to go on double dates with them." Jessica teases

"What about me?" Zach fakes wiping his tears off

"We can get you a dog." You tease as everyone nods and laughs

"Wow Justin, your girl broke my heart." Zach fakes crying again

"My girl is right, we can get you a dog." Justin laughs as he grabs your hand to kiss it

"Wow, I see how it is." Zach playful hits Justin on his shoulder

"Wow Y/n you look gorgeous I mean you're always gorgeous." Justin compliments you with a huge smile on his face

You smile, "thank you Justy, you're handsome.”

You both walked in the Crestmont holding hands with smiles on both of your faces Hannah and Clay turned and gave Justin and you confused stares "Y/N? Justin? What are you doing with him Y/N?"

"Jensen, I don't think it's any of your business." Justin growled

"Justin, it’s our business when it comes to Y/n she's our friend.” Hannah crossed her arms

Justin raised an eyebrow, "if she's your friend why? Didn't she tell the two of you? That she was going on a date with me?”

"Is it true? That you're on a date with him? Why didn't you tell us?" Hannah chided

"Hannah because it's not your business so worry about yourself." You fumed as justin rolled his eyes

"Y/n we're your friends I can't believe you didn't tell us about your date with that jock." Clay tells you angrily

“Guys, end of the conversation just gives us two tickets. If not, then I'm going to come over and complain to the manager.”

"For what movie?" Hannah asks trying to be nice since she doesn’t want to risk losing her job

"M/N." Justin smirks as he hands out the money to Hannah

"Enjoy." Hannah hands Justin the tickets as she gives you an disappointed look

"I can't believe Y/n would go on a date with Justin Foley. He's a player, he's going to end up playing her." Clay tells Hannah

"Why don't you mind your own business Jensen just because you're jealous doesn't mean you can hate on their relationship." Marcus comes to the defense of Justin and you

"Marcus it's none of your business so don't get in." Clay fumed

"Well it happens to be about my friends so it is my business." Marcus barks

"Why are you here for Marcus? You came here to bother us?” Hannah asked annoyed

"It's not your business why am I here." Marcus rolls his eyes at them “you two need to keep your mouth shut.”

"Marcus?, what's going on here?" Justin raised an eyebrow in confusion as he was watching Marcus arguing with Clay and Hannah

"Just here defending Y/n and you from these two." Marcus points at them "they're running their mouths."

Justin rolls his eyes in frustration "Didn't I tell you guys to mind your business."

"Didn't we tell you to stay away from Y/n." Clay bickered

"The only person that can say that is Y/n." Justin grinned in hope that you will choose him

“Y/N tell him.” Hannah smiles knowing you will choose them instead of Justin

"Actually, I want Clay and You to stay away from me." You tell them as Justin let out a smile

“What did we do for you to be acting like this? You were not like this.” Clay looked over at Justin and Marcus," see what you did, you changed her."

“Nobody can change me other than me.” You folded your arms angrily.

“Do as you please, but don't cry when your popular friends used you and Justin played you. " Hannah scowled as she left with a mad Clay

Hannah and Clay were walking in the hallways holding hands with smiles on their faces as everyone that was walking stop to look at them, some of them were whispering to each other, the other ones were shaking their heads and continuing walking

“I thought we should take part in the Halloween costume competition that the school organizes for couples.” Hannah tells Clay happily

“We can if you want, so what should we dress up as?” Clay smiles

"I was thinking of Chucky and Tiffany.” Hannah cackled

"You want us to be the spooky couple?” a Clay can’t help but laugh at the idea of being the spooky couple in the competition

"Of course I bet we will win for having the best couple costume ever." Hannah grinned at the thought of winning

Justin and you and the rest of the school were at the gym for the Halloween costume competition as everyone was cheering for Justin and you as the two of you began to dry humping each other

“Ladies and gents, I think we have a winner!! Justin and Y/n as Sexy Punk rockers!!” Courtney announce happily on the microphone

Everyone got out from their seats to congratulate you both for the win

“It’s actually Sid Vicious and Nancy Spungen.” Clay whispers annoyed and rolling his eyes

End of the flashback

“I know a way to get rid of Clay and those stupid tapes.” You smirked, trying to hide your worried face

Jesscia smiles, “what’s your plan?”

You smile back, “leave it to me.”

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misschanadlerbong · 1 year ago

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Chapter 13 Pt.1 - Perfect

Summary: Just senior prom.

Warnings: none.

Genre: Fluff with some angst towards the end.

Word Count: 2.9k

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Finally, the day of prom came, and you were all set to get ready and dance your ass off tonight. Jessica was also at your place because you needed her to help with makeup, hair, and stuff you had no idea about. Both the boys were going to pick you up from your place.

Jessica asked in confirmation “Dress?”

“Check!”

“Hair accessories?”

“Check!”

And…did you put a straightener to heat?”

“Oh, Jess do you realize that you are going through this checklist for the fifth time? It is all good even if we leave something out that we are not, so what’s the big deal? Isn’t today all about having fun just chill babe?”

“Y/N this is our last school dance it has to be perfect.” she declared.

You could never win against Jessica in a matter like this, so you just rolled your eyes and followed everything that Jessica told you about. You both went to a full regime of skin care and then she did your makeup and hair.

The theme of the senior prom was ‘Masquerade Ball’ and you picked up a perfect corset dress. It was a sequin dress the corset was black with a tint of golden to it and the skirt was golden with a tint of black at the very bottom of it with embroidered flower patterns. It also had a ribbon that went around your waist and tied into a bow on your back.

You had a last look in the mirror before going into the living room where your parents were waiting to see you. You looked at yourself and, you had to admit, you looked like a goddamn princess and the glow added to your face thinking about Clay made you look even better.

You heard the doorbell, “Honey your dates are here.” your mom shouted from the living room.

You and Jessica walked into the living room and seeing you both your mother exclaimed “Oh sweet Jesus! Don’t you two look beautiful?”

Your father was too startled to say anything, he was shocked at the sight in front of him. He always saw you like his little girl who needed her father’s help in everything but now he saw a well-raised beautiful young woman. Seeing you, your father shed a tear as he was overwhelmed, he tried his best to hide but could not.

You walked up to your dad and said “Aw Dad!” and gave him a warm hug.

Your eyes met Clay. He was wearing a tuxedo and was looking smoking hot. You walk over toward Clay and said, “Who knew my Nerd could pull off a tuxedo?” Clay simply grinned. He was staring deep into your eyes it seemed like he wanted to say something but was not letting it out “What?” you asked.

“You look…” he sighed “Seraphic!” he finally said.

Justin sauntered to Jessica, gave her a sweet kiss, and said: “Hello, gorgeous!” He then turned towards you and said “And Y/N you, you look terrific. I have never seen you like this before.”

Your lips curved into a smile and said, “Thanks Justin, you look great too.”

“Um Y/N I got something for you,” said Clay offering a corsage. You stretched your hand and allowed Clay to put a corsage on your wrist.

“Oh my god, Orchid? This is beautiful! I got something for you too Jensen. Mom, can you pass that?” you asked your mom to pass a boutonniere you especially got for Clay. You pinned the boutonniere to his jacket.”

“Shall we princess?” asked Clay with courtesy. But your father stopped you both.

“So, Clay Jensen, right?” your father questioned.

“Yes, sir.”

“Bring her back till 11, okay?” he demanded.

“Yes, sir,” Clay said like an obedient boyfriend.

You all walked out of the house stopping on the porch you asked Clay “So where is our ride? I mean I asked you out, the least you could do is get us a Limo. Right, Jess?”

Jessica nodded in agreement and raised her eyebrow at Justin in question.

“Okay, I deserve that. Justin and Jessica are going with Charlie and Alex in an actual Limo. I have a different plan for us.” Said Clay.

“Oh really? What is it?” You jumped with excitement.

“I know what you love more than a Limo, this!” said Clay pointing his index finger towards Tony’s Mustang.

“Oh, my fucking god! Tony’s Mustang? How did you convince him?” you asked in disbelief.

“Well, seems like he’d do anything for his best friend he knows how important you are to me and how much you love this car, so he agreed.” Clay offered his hand and asked, “Shall we madame?”

You held his hand and replied, “Oui, monsieur.”

You all arrived at the venue decided by your school. It was a big ballroom with a dancing space near the DJ and there were many round tables arranged for the seating. The room was decorated with every shade of white flowers. Exquisite chandeliers hung above the ceiling giving the room a royal aesthetic.

You and the gang took some drinks and hit the dance floor. You danced to many songs. Tony did the job just right as a DJ, you tried so hard to convince him to join the prom with everybody but being a DJ was his escape from socializing and dancing.

You and Jessica danced your ass off to the song ‘Best Friend’ by Doja Cat and Saweetie and decided to take some rest. Clay was just standing in one corner smiling at you as you danced. You walked up to him and urged “Oh come on Clay, we are at our Prom, we are supposed to Dance you know. Haven’t you read about proms in the library?”

“Ha-ha very funny. I can’t dance. Plus, it is such a pleasure seeing you dancing.”

You pouted at his response and to make it up to you he pecked your lips and offered you a drink.

You both were standing in one corner and talking and observing others. Your eyes fell on Charlie and Alex dancing to a slow song. They both were wearing tuxedos with matching boutonnieres pinned to their jackets and held each other while moving swiftly to the beats of the song. Then you saw Jessica and Justin dancing just beside them, it felt like love was in the air.

As you both were enjoying watching and talking a tall dark-haired boy approached you both.

“Hey Y/N, you look amazing and you too Clay you look fine in that tux,” he said.

“Hi, Zach. Thanks! You don’t look so bad yourself either.” you smiled.

“Um, Clay…I was wondering if I can borrow your date for a dance?”

You looked at Clay and said, “I don’t know Zach, I am pretty tired.”

“Come on Y/N it’s just one dance I am asking for, please?” Zach insisted.

Clay seemed like he had no problem with you two dancing together, “No, Y/N if you want to, then please. I will be right here watching you.” said Clay.

You nodded and proceeded towards the dance floor with Zach. Song ‘The Way, I Loved You’ by Taylor Swift started playing in the background and you both found your rhythm to dance. You held one of Zach’s hands and his other hand rested on your waist. Zach swirled you around a few times and you both were back to facing each other.

“Y/N I’d like to say something,” asked Zach.

“Yeah?”

“See I know we got off on the wrong foot. But I miss my time with you. I regret saying whatever I said. The thing was that I was too scared to put my game in jeopardy. But I didn’t realize that you were equally as important…” you cut him off “But Zach…”

“No, please listen to me. Breaking up with you was a huge mistake, will you ever be able to forgive me? I know you are with Clay now so the least I could ask for is forgiveness” he asked with innocence in his eyes.

“Of course, Zach, I already forgave you a long time ago. To be honest, I am grateful to you, if you never broke up with me, I would have never realized that I had feelings for Clay, and now hearing all those words from you made me realize exactly how I feel about him. So, thank you.”

While you both were dancing Justin and Jessica approached Clay and Justin asked “Dude, what is she doing with Zach?”

“Zach wanted to dance with Y/N so they’re dancing.”

“And you let her?” asked Justin sounding annoyed.

“Yeah, and she does not need my permission I am her boyfriend, not her master or anything and additionally they are just dancing what is wrong with that? It’s prom after all” replied Clay.

“Clay, you don’t let your serious girlfriend dance with her ex with whom the things were still complicated…”

“Oh yeah, Clay sure they are dancing, and look at them so adorable right? Whereas it should be you looking into her eyes the way Zach is. But I am sure this dance will not stir Y/N’s feelings back towards Zach.” Jessica said sarcastically.

Clay started to feel insecure and decided to make a move. He walked up to you as you expected him to. The only thing that could provoke Clay was jealousy and Jess played that card just right.

As soon as he held your hand to dance Tony changed the slow song to some rock music “Seriously Tony?!” you yelled in frustration.

“Hey, it’s okay, we can just jump around like these crazy people here, right?”

A grin took over your pout and Clay and you jumped around the dance floor feeling yourself and being lost in the music.

You and Clay found a seat for yourself to take a break and helped yourself with some food.

“Y/N? Can I talk to you?” a familiar voice came from behind you.

Before you could say anything, Clay howled “What the hell Bryce?”

“Hey man, I just wanna talk to her, just chill, okay?”

You turned towards Bryce and gave his request a thought. You decided to hear him out, whatever he wanted to say. You stood up but Clay pulled you back. You assured him by saying “It is okay Clay. I’ll be fine. What can he possibly do in a room full of people? I will be back, okay?”

Clay nodded in apprehension, and you followed Bryce to a corner of the room. You crossed your arms around your chest and asked, “What is it, Bryce?”

“Look Y/N I wanted to thank you for not taking any serious steps against me. I could have lost my scholarship and my chance to go to school and I want to apologize for whatever I did, I am sorry.”

“Bryce, everybody deserves to go to college, and you do too. No matter how you are everybody deserves a chance, so I gave it to you, and it is not a big deal.”

“Yeah, and I am grateful for that. I didn’t realize what I was doing. I was insecure and acted like a dick…” you cut him off and said in agreement “Well that is true.”

Before Bryce could say something, he was cut off by Clay “Everything okay babe?”

“Yeah, he was just saying something. Everything is fine.”

“Clay let me talk to her, please?” requested Bryce, and Clay started walking away with a frown but this time you pulled his hand and said “No Bryce Clay is not going anywhere. He is my boyfriend whatever you wanna say, you can say in front of him” Clay’s eyes gleamed hearing those words.

Clay stood by your side holding your hand “Y/N I was just saying that I am sorry. For everything.”

“Okay.” You replied.

“Okay? You are not gonna forgive me?” he asked.

“Well, you asked me to hear you out, so I did. I gave you a second chance Bryce, but I cannot forgive you, not just yet. I would like you to live with that guilt, if any.”

Bryce took a step towards you, but he was blocked by Clay in the way. Clay stood between the two of you facing Bryce and his hand stopped Bryce from moving further. Half of your body hid behind Clay.

“You heard her, now just leave her alone.” You never saw Clay so protective, and you loved the way he demanded Bryce leave.

You both went back to where the whole gang was and got to know that they soon are going to announce the Prom King and Queen.

“Who’d, you think it’s gonna be?” you asked Jessica with curiosity.

“Who knows? It is always up to the football team” she said pointing toward Zach and the other guys on the football team.

They called Jessica to announce the Prom King and Queen as she was the class president. Jessica walked right into the middle of the room and took the envelope where the names were mentioned.

She read and every soul in the room was looking at her with suspicion, she built up the suspense and finally said “I can never be happier to announce these two names as Prom King and Queen. Are you all ready to know?”

“Yes!” Everybody yelled in excitement.

“Y/N and Clay what the hell are you doing there? Come here because the Prom Queen is Y/N Y/L/N, and the Prom King is Clay Jensen. Come and collect your tiaras.”

Clay and you saw each other in disbelief as the unexpected had happened. You thought that Charlie and Alex were going to be prom kings but here you were receiving the title of Prom Queen. Jessica put the crown over Clay’s head, and you bowed to let Jessica put the tiara. When Jessica did her part, you looked at the audience and made eye contact with Zach as he raised his glass to you both. “Thank you” you mouthed to him.

“This one’s for two of the most important people in my life” announced Tony while playing ‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran.

He knew how much you loved the song, and he played the song at the right moment.

“May I have this dance?” Clay’s question caught your attention and your eyes started shining.

Clay offered his hand, and you instantly took his hand. Clay kissed the back of your hand like a gentleman. You bowed and then held each other in a dancing position.

Clay’s hand slid down to your waist holding you close, and your hands rested on his shoulders. Gazing into each other’s eyes you both started dancing while your legs moved in perfect sync you teased Clay “Who knew this nerd could dance?”

“Well as you say, I am full of surprises.”

You felt ecstatic and calm dancing with Clay like you had nothing to worry about. The lyrics ‘I found a girl, beautiful and sweet. Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me…’ echoed in the background.

You looked at Clay and said, “Clay Jensen, I think I am in love with you.”

“Did you just use both my names in a single sentence?” he teased.

“Come on Clay, you’re ruining the moment.”

Clay chuckled and replied, “Sorry, I know I am in love with you Y/N Y/L/N.”

“And I am in love with you Clay Jensen.”

‘I don’t deserve this…’

‘You look perfect tonight…’

Clay swirled you around and your body collided as he held you tight like he was never letting you go.

“Kiss, Kiss, Kiss” the crowd started shouting in unison.

You looked at Clay and said, “Seems like it’s time for some PDA Jensen.”

Clay smiled and crashed his lips onto yours, the kiss was desperate yet gentle. After you both had your moment, the crowd joined the dance floor, and you danced in Clay’s arms for the rest of the night.

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Clay abided by your father’s rule of getting you back to your place by eleven. As you both were not party people at all you decided to ditch the after-party. You both sat down on the couch in your bedroom and helped yourself to some hot chocolate.

The first thing you did after reaching your home was to get out of that dress and realize how good it feels to finally be able to breathe again. You lay your head on Clay’s chest and he put his arm around you as you both sipped your hot chocolate.

“Clay?” you called him out.

“Yeah?”

“I got a mail today, I got into Princeton.”

Clay removed his hand from your shoulder and sat up straight.

“Wow, that’s… great. But you are not going right?” asked Clay in apprehension.

“Clay… Princeton has been my dream college since I was a little kid. Of course, I want to go.”

“You’ll go all the way across the country? What about…us? We all know long distance never works” said Clay standing up.

You tried to convince him “Clay come on, it’s my college we are talking about.”

“So, all that ‘I love you shit was fake huh? You were playing with me this whole time, right?!” He sounded furious.

He started walking out of the room in a rage, but you tried to stop him “Clay please stay. Talk to me.”

Clay shed a tear and whimpered “I am too tired to fight right now Y/N. I should probably leave.”

He left and slammed your bedroom door. Tears started running down your eyes. You were asking questions yourself; did you just ruin a perfect relationship? Did you just hurt the most wonderful boy you have ever met? The hurt caused was not intentional, but you still felt guilty, you ruined your perfect night with the boy you love. Maybe Clay was right, maybe you were graduating single from high school.

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mclqren · 8 months ago

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CAR TALK ★ LS2

PAIRING ✦ logan sargeant x fem!youtuber!reader

SUMMARY ✦ on your youtube channel, you post q&a's in your car, and your most recent guest has people speculating about the two of you. [ SMAU ]

WARNINGS ✦ cursing

NOTES ✦ reader lives in america for the purpose of this fic. i know the car doesn't like the same in all of the pictures but that's the best i could do ahaha. the fc i've used is kiana davis, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)

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user1 the weekly episodes of car talk have been severely missed this winter vacation.

user2 SO REALLL i've been needing y/n back on my screen

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ameliadimz we can look into this 👀

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yourusername 'car talk' ep 1 of 2024 coming this saturday 👀🏎️

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user8 IT'S DEF A F1 DRIVERRR THE SHIRT IS A DEAD GIVEAWAY

user9 oh ABSOLUTELY

user10 her facecardddd oh my gosh

user11 been missing your videos queen!

user12 okay but like which f1 driver do we think it is??

user13 crazy thing is she has like five or six of them following her/in her likes right now, so it could technically be any of them

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yourusername 'car talk' ft logan sargeant out now!! one of my favorite episodes i've filmed so far ❤️

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user18 WOWWW IT WAS LOGAN THE ENTIRE TIME??

user19 I KNOWWW

user20 yall's chemistry was through the roof. i was sweating just watching the episode

alex_albon 👀

user21 LMAOOO ALEX WHAT DO YOU KNOW

logansargeant Best driver/farm animal expert/youtuber 🙌

yourusername yessirrrr ❤️

user22 HELP NOT ALL OF Y/N'S PROFESSIONS

user23 he had to make sure he got all of them in

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logansargeant Thanks again to the crazy lady who drove me around the city, almost killed me in the process, asked intrusive questions about my life and took me to visit a farm. Had a blast 🏆

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user24 HIM CALLING Y/N OUT FOR HER DRIVING HELPPP

user25 why do i actually kinda ship them...

user26 no ur so real for this.

yourusername you're so welcome!! ( i'm at ur door for mentioning my driving abilities )

logansargeant I'LL TAKE IT BACK SORRY

alex_albon 👀

user27 HIM COMMENTING THE SAME THING ON BOTH THEIR POSTS I'M CREASING

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yourusername brb, currently escaping to dc 👋

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user29 why is she the most perfect girl everrrr

user30 LITERAL MODEL.

user31 logan has now taken his spot as permanent liker of y/n's posts

user32 is it just me who wants to see logan & y/n together again??

user33 NOT JUST YOU!!

logansargeant Maybe you should come down to Florida sometime??🙌

user34 LOGAN SHOOTING HIS SHOTTT

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So It Goes...

Gold cage, hostage to my feelings Dieter Bravo x Female Reader

Rating: Teen. Summary: Today's the day you've been dreading... letting everyone know. Little do you know your day is about get worse... Dieter has to leave. Warnings: pov switching, pining, fluff, comfort, so much inner turmoil for them (don't worry they'll figure it out soon), call back to one of my favorite simpsons episodes, a secret reference to drag race because @devineconjuring is very funny, croissants Words: 3,400

A/N: Help, I've fallen for characters I've written and I can't stop writing out scenarios. If you love Dieter and Golden Girl like me, welcome back. The biggest most grandest thank you to @devineconjuring for being the bestest beta who lets me yell insane typo'd ramblings to her. She gave me the title suggestion and also is so smart and wonderful and excuse me, I have to go wave a flag with her name on it as I march in a parade in her honor. Previous Chapter Masterlist

*** His phone shrills him awake at 8:25.

ALEX DAVIES CALLING

Shit.

He gently shuffles out of the bed, instantly missing your touch when he delicately lifts your arm off his chest. He quickly tiptoes out the room and answers the call.

“Alex,” he whispers, eyes focused on the framed wedding photos that hang across the hall from the guest room.

“Sorry to call so early, Bravo, but Spencer’s decided to go a different way and he’s going to need you for reshoots on Bittersuite. He needs them stat, so your hiatus has been cut short.”

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “How short?” He steps closer to the collection of photos, focusing on the photo of you smiling in front of a grand bookcase full of leather books. Your white wedding dress with the delicate threads of golden ivy flourishing across it catches his eye. He had downed drink after drink that night, trying to quiet the thoughts that rattled through his mind. God, he wishes it was him.

“Shooting starts Tuesday… back in London.”

His head hangs down. “Fuck,” he mutters.

“Sorry, Bravo. You good to leave tomorrow?”

“I have no other choice,” he grumbles, his eyes focusing on a backlit photo of you laughing and dancing at the reception.

“You don’t. I’ll have Court get your travel and hotel situated. She'll follow up later today. Alright?”

“Alright,” Dieter sighs, his heart breaking at the thought of 7,000 miles separating the two of you and not being here for you.

Ending the call, he opens his camera and aims it at a candid shot from your wedding. You and him are laughing, your heads thrown back, your arm grabbing his. Warren stands with his arm around you, wearing that same sly smile he always has. Dieter zooms his camera in, cropping Warren out of the picture. Now, it’s just you and him. To a blind eye, it looks like it could be a happy bride and groom on their wedding day. He snaps a pic, feeling somewhat like a criminal, rewriting the narrative of your wedding night in his head as he quietly walks back into the guest room.

You’re still asleep, splayed across the bed, mouth slightly agape. Your green pajamas have your old initials embroidered on them in golden thread that reminds him of the ivy on your wedding dress.

He gently lays back down. His jeans annoy him, but he didn’t trust himself to sleep in anything besides them. Like a self-imposed denim chastity belt.

He replays last night–the secret moments, half-spoken confessions, feelings, and declarations swallowed down before they could escape. One day you’ll know. One day he won’t feel like he’s crossing a line. He just wants to do good by you.

Two days now, he’s woken up next to you, feeling like he’s been in a dream. But everyone eventually wakes up. Reality always returns.

Today’s the day you open the proverbial door to hell, letting everyone know. Today, he has something to tell you: tomorrow, he leaves for London.

He watches you peacefully sleep, chest steadily rising and falling. You’re the first thing he’s seen when he’s opened his eyes for two mornings now, yet it feels like something he’s done for a lifetime. You’re not his, and yet it feels so right.

You sigh in your sleep. He wonders if you dream of him. Or is it Warren? God, he hopes it’s him.

He shouldn't feel this way. Your life will soon turn too chaotic, too unknown.

And yet he can’t ignore the way you looked at him last night, eyes heavy with words left unsaid. He wonders if you truly know how he feels. If you feel the same pull he’s always felt.

He pulls the sheet up over your shoulder with adoration. He wishes he could stay in this bed with you forever, shielding you under his heart and the soft blankets.

Tomorrow he’ll be far away, on a film set–surrounded by people, lights, and cameras–playing the hero of the story. And none of it will matter. Because you won’t be there with him. Because he can’t protect you. Because he won’t wake up next to you, feeling the warmth of your body next to his. Because he won’t be able to get lost in this temporary illusion of him being the one who holds you and loves you.

He could wake you up and tell you everything. Confess all the feelings he’s felt for all these years, risk it all, take a chance, and gamble with his heart. But he can’t. He’ll continue to toe that line for as long as he can, too terrified of losing you. He’ll take his unspoken words with him across the ocean and time zones. Where they can’t hurt you.

The morning sun shines through the sheer curtains, backlighting you, casting you in a rich golden glow. For now, he’ll stay here, laying beside you. Pretending you're his golden girl for a little longer.

–

Your phone alarm rings, jolting you awake. Your head is pounding. The bed is empty, but you swear you remember placing your head on Dieter’s warm chest in your drunken haze and being lulled to sleep by the tranquil rise and fall of his chest. You try to rub the sleep out of your groggy eyes, letting out a large yawn. God, you drank a lot last night. Speaking of last night–the realization wallops you upside your already aching head–the song confession to Dieter, the way his eyes rounded in sadness, how close he held you against him. The press of his lips against your forehead when he wished you sweet dreams. The feel of his arm wrapped around your body, pulling you deeper against him.

Another realization hits. You have to let people know today because, once they know, you can begin to move on. God, you don’t even want to think of the prospect of telling everyone. What will you say? Hey, it’s me, Warren left me for someone else, but it’s okay. I was kind of miserable in the marriage as it stood. Anyway, see you around!

You shake the thoughts out of your head. First thing first, find Dieter, then get some sustenance in your stomach and some Advil for your head.

“Dieter?” you call out as you get out of bed.

No answer.

You walk down the hall, and the house is quiet.

“Dee?” you shout as you head down the stairs.

Nothing.

Did your feelings offend him? Did your drunken confessions spook him?

The only sign he was here is that the records are cleaned up, no longer strewn across the floor. No note left, nothing. There’s no way he’d do this to you… right? God, what did you tell him last night? You feel like a fool. Not even 48 hours after your husband walked out and you’re trying to confess your love to someone else… let alone his best friend.

Why does this hurt more than your marriage ending?

Flopping against the couch, you feel ridiculous at how sad you are over Dieter leaving you like this. You feel the trail of a lone tear as it falls down your cheek. You knew today was going to be awful. You just didn’t think it would be this ba–

The doorknob jingles open, and Dieter walks in with a white bag and a tray of coffee.

You can’t hide the smile that spreads wide across your face when you turn and see him.

“Dee,” you whisper.

“Hey, Sweets,” he sends you a lopsided smile. “Was hoping I’d be back before you woke up. I got you your favorite.”

"You're the best, Dee," you say, gratefully accepting the coffee.

You can’t even recall the last time you told him what your favorite food was. Something as simple as breakfast is making your heart race in the middle of your living room. “You didn’t have to…”

“Of course I did,” he interrupts, walking over and setting the bag on the coffee table. “You need food, and I need…” He trails off, his eyes staying on you for just a second too long before he looks away. His voice softens. “...I need to make sure you’re okay.”

“Thanks,” you say quietly. “I am.”

He sits down next to you, tenseness radiating from his body and the way he moves. He clears his throat, nervously raking his hand through his hair.

You take a drink of coffee. Of course he ordered it the way you like it. “What’s on your mind?” you ask tenderly, turning to him.

He looks up at you, and for a quick moment, you think he might tell you everything you want to know… but then he looks away and leans back, rubbing his face with both hands.

“I–uh,” he starts, then stops. His voice cracks. “I have to leave tomorrow.”

A bomb. Dropped in the middle of your living room.

Your heart sinks. “Tomorrow?”

“Yeah.” He whispers, as if saying it out loud will make it even more real than it already is. “Spencer wants me back for reshoots. London. I leave first thing tomorrow.”

Your stomach twists, the thought of him being thousands of miles away hitting you harder than you expected. You haven’t even begun to process the end of your marriage, and now the one person who has held you together is about to leave.

“Oh.” It’s the only word you can manage.

His brown eyes watch you, his brows furrowed as he tries to figure out your reaction.

“Look, I-I wish I could stay here and not g–”

“No, I know. You have to.” Your voice cracks. “I’m sorry, I’ll be okay. You can’t just stay because…” Your words trail off as they reach your mouth, dying in your throat.

Because you have to lie. Because you do need him. Because you know you can’t do this without him.

His jaw clenches. His eyes flash through something akin to anger, sadness, and frustration.

“I know, I’m sorry.” His voice is so fragile, like he knows just how much this is going to break you.

“Last night… What I said… Did I–?”

“You didn’t say anything wrong,” he interrupts, his voice soft but firm. “You didn’t.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, his hands clenching into fists as if holding himself back from saying more. He stands and paces the room like he’s trying to burn off the nervous energy buzzing within him.

“I told you I’d be here for you, Sweets, and now, I can’t.” He stops and turns to you. “I can’t be what you need right now. Not like this.”

Your heart breaks a little more at his words. You want to tell him he’s wrong, that he’s exactly what you need. But you don’t. You just nod, because you think he might just be right.

He moves closer, standing just inches away, his eyes searching yours for something. You don’t know what he’s looking for, but you want to give it to him.

“Dieter,” you say, your voice barely audible as a tear slips down your cheek. “I don’t want you to go.”

“I don’t want to either,” he says softly. He steels himself with a deep breath. “But I have to.”

“Can we just have breakfast together still?” Your voice sounds so infantile and desperate. Another tear falls.

He kneels in front of you, wiping your tears with his thumb. “Of course,” he says, giving you the smile you’re going to miss.

—

He reaches into the bag and pulls out a croissant, flakes scattering like confetti around you. This is undoubtedly the saddest party he’s ever been to. He smiles at you, and you return it, but the smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes. He feels like a fuck up again. He feels sick to his stomach, his appetite waning as he studies you.

“How’s your head?” he asks softly.

You glance down at your cup, swirling the coffee absentmindedly, avoiding his gaze. “No complaints yet,” you reply with a weak smile, trying to lighten the mood.

Dieter laughs at the joke, but he knows you’re upset. Hell, he is too.

“You should have seen the line at the café,” he says, trying to distract you. “A guy recognized me and let me cut the line, so I got the last croissants of the morning. Sometimes this whole acting thing works out.”

You let out a weak laugh, but it’s barely a whisper against the silence that envelops you both. He wants to reach for your hand, to bridge that gap now clinging between you like a thick fog. “I’m glad I went, though,” he adds. “You deserve a good breakfast after last night.”

“Yeah, last night…” Your voice trails off.

His heart sinks at the way your words are left hanging in the air, raw and unspooled. It hurts to see you so distant. The croissant feels heavy in his hands. He places it on the table with a sigh.

“Look,” he starts, trying to steady his voice. “I-I hate this, Sweets. You nee—I told you I would be there for you, and now, I’m going to fail yo—”

“No, Dee. God, I’m sorry,” you turn to him, your eyes rounded with guilt. It breaks his heart to even look at you, sitting vulnerable next to him, still in your cute little pajamas.

“I didn’t mean to put you in this position.” Your voice trembles. “I just… everything is so overwhelming right now. I’m still trying to process all of it.”

He nods, his chest tightening with every word you speak. “It’s okay,” he reassures. The words feel hollow coming out of his mouth. He knows it’s not. He knows he’s lying. “You’re allowed to feel everything. I just…I want to help you, not make it worse.”

“I know you do,” you say softly. “That’s why it’s so hard.”

“Hard?”

You look away, fiddling with the edge of your pajama top. “Dee, it’s hard… because… I’m scared of what this means for us. For me.” You breathe in deeply. “Warren left me–no notice, no explanation. And now… here I am, sitting with you, and last night I–I–the song, you know. It feels like I’m just rushing into something I don’t understand, and now you’re leaving… for… so long, and I feel…you–you’re so important to me, and you’re–you–”

He interrupts gently, “You don’t have to say anything more if you’re not ready.” He can’t hear this now. He can’t. He stayed up holding you last night, thinking of that song and the lyrics. Eyes like sinking shipsOn waters so invitingI almost jump in

You nod, returning to your croissant. The bite you take of the flaky pastry echoes in the shared silence that hangs heavily in your living room. He wants to pull you close and hold you, but the fear and the quickly approaching deadline of his inevitable trip keep him at bay.

“What are you going to tell everyone?” he asks quietly. His shoulders hurt from the stress of holding everything back; he tries to loosen them. He feels like he’s letting you down with every word he speaks.

“I don’t know,” you admit, voice barely above a whisper. “I guess I’ll just… tell everyone the truth.”

You’re so brave. He swallows hard. Warren’s ruined your life, and now he feels as if he’s done something wrong too.

“Well, you’ve already told me, so there’s one person down,” he offers with a slight smile.

You laugh, and his heart soars, reminding him of the plane he’ll soon be on, traveling far away from you. Why can’t his brain just allow him one victory?

“I guess I’ll start with the important people and work my way down the list,” you shrug.

“Sounds like a plan, Sweets.”

“God, I am not looking forward to it,” you sigh, dusting off the crumbs that had fallen from your now-finished croissant.

He watches you with a mixture of admiration and concern. Your shoulders slump, pressed down from the weight of your own thoughts. His heart aches for you and all of the vulnerability you’ve shown him.

“Come here,” he finally whispers, leaning back on the couch. You hesitate for only a moment before sliding closer. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you in. His heart skips a beat when you lean against him, resting your head against his chest. This is all he’s ever wanted.

“Cartoons?” you ask, your voice already relaxed.

“Cartoons,” he nods, grabbing the remote. Now, this is all he’s ever wanted.

—-

The clock ticks above the television screen. Dieter has to leave your house by 3 to pack and get ready to go. You almost ask if you can accompany him, but you stay silent. You have too much to take care of today. Your family doesn’t even know yet. The sooner everyone knows, the sooner you can begin to heal.

It’s 2:45 now. Fifteen minutes left. You cuddle closer to him, relishing the feel of his soft shirt. He chuckles at Homer Simpson ordering a crab juice, and a small smile edges your lips. For a moment, you feel happy. You hum a peaceful sigh, feeling his strong arm wrap around you even tighter. His lips ghost the top of your hair as he takes in your scent with a deep breath.

The clock insidiously continues to tick. You wish it could just stop. That time could suspend itself here in your living room. But it won’t, and it doesn’t.

The Simpsons episode ends. Dieter reluctantly extracts his arm from around you. “I—need to get go—”

“I know,” you say.

He stands, the space between you widening, a chasm filled with unsaid words and feelings not realized. You watch him move, already mourning the warmth of his company as he slowly begins to grab his belongings. The sun filters through the windows, lighting your house in a bright glow, but all you feel is the darkness of your and Dieter’s impending separation.

You reluctantly rise from the couch, feeling foolish in your pajamas as he puts his sunglasses on and grabs his keys.

“Well,” he softly says, reaching for the door. “I should get… going.”

“Yeah,” you reply, trying not to sound as sad as you feel.

“You know, I’ll be back before you know it,” he offers, though the words feel like a fragile promise.

“I know,” you say, stepping towards him, bridging the distance between the two of you.

“And I’m always just a call or text away,” he says, his hand cupping your chin. “Take care of yourself, Sweets.”

“I will,” you whisper. “You too, Dee.”

You lean forward to kiss him. Just as your lips are about to meet his, he slightly turns his head, your kiss landing softly at the corner of his mouth. A bit of hesitation lingers between you, and a flush of embarrassment warms your cheeks as you pull back. He offers you a shy, sweet smile before he turns away and walks out the door.

Why did you lean in? You feel like a fool.

He walks down your front path and unlocks his car, and with one last solemn nod toward you, he gets in. You can’t watch him drive away. You shut the door.

Now it’s only you in your cold house, alone. You head to your kitchen and grab a bottle of wine and a wine glass.

It’s a pajamas and wine day today.

You pour yourself a glass and settle on the couch. It’s time to move on. It’s time to take care of yourself. You’ve got this.

You spend a long time on the phone with your parents, reassuring them that you are okay and will be fine. Exhausted, you switch to Turner Classic Movies and find a marathon of war films. Oh good, nothing with love, please. You begin to write the list of everyone who needs to know as William Holden tries to escape a POW prison camp.

Dieter’s text tone dings from your phone. Two texts. Your heart pounds against your chest when you read them.

Hey, sorry about earlier. I just knew if I kissed you…. I wouldn’t stop

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I have absolutely no ideas for writing whatsoever pleaseplease leave requests!!! Smut, angst, fluff, whatever y’all want I can probably do.

Ill write for these people and probably more that I forgot (all male character x fem!reader) :

Formula 1:

Max Verstappen

Oscar Piastri

Charles Leclerc

Lewis Hamilton

Carlos Sainz

Daniel Riccardo

Mick Schumacher

Franco Colapinto

Liam Lawson

Ollie Bearman

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes

Tony Stark

Thor

Deadpool

Steve Rogers

Spiderman (Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Miguel O'hara)

Harry Osborn (James Franco)

Wolverine (X-Men movies)

Cyclops (X-Men movies)

Charles Xavier (James McAvoy)

Call of Duty

Keegan Russ

Simon "Ghost" Riley

König

Phillip Graves

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Outer Banks: (pls no spoilers s4 hasnt been watched yet)

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

John B. Routledge

Ward Cameron

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Cedric Diggory

Draco malfoy

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

Blaise Zabini

Regulus Black

Severus Snape

Tom Riddle

Sirius Black

Lorenzo Berkshire

Oliver Wood

The Walking Dead:

Glenn Rhee

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Negan Smith

Sports:

Joao Felix

Jude Bellingham

Brock Purdy

Joe Burrow

Leon Draisaitl

Jack Hughes

Vince Dunn

Mitch Marner

Connor Bedard

Wayne Gretzky (young)

Miscallaneous:

Jack Champion (Ethan Landry)

Patrick Bateman

Batman (Christian Bale)

Johnathan Crane

Finnick Odair

Josh Hutcherson (Peeta Mellark, Mike Schmidt, Sean Anderson, Clapton Davis)

Rodrick Heffley

Tristan Dugray

Dylan O'brien

Bellamy Blake

Patrick Dempsey (Derek Shepherd, Ronald Miller)

Joe Goldberg

Timothee Chalamet (Wonka, Paul Atreides)

Minho (The Maze Runner)

Keanu Reeves (John Wick, Neo, Alex Wyler, Dr. Beckham, Julian Mercer, Ted Logan)

Jim Halpert

Farkas/Vilkas

Ulfric Stormcloak

Miraak

Ben Schnetzer (Max Vandenburg, Brad Land, Russ Sheppard)

Ralph Macchio (Daniel Larusso, Johnny Cade)

Dallas Winston

Sodapop Curtis

Robby Keene

Zuko (atla dallas liu)

Jet (atla sebastian amoruso)

Cillian Murphy (Johnathan crane, jackson rippner, Neil Lewis)

Evan Peters (all ahs characters, Luke cooper)

James Franco (Laird Mayhew, Harry Osborn, all characters)

What I wont do:

Pedophilia

Beastiality or anything animal-y

Waterworks

Male reader (sorry)

Character x character

Threesomes or anything not 1x1

Character x oc

Specific body types (i just don’t see the point)

Daddy/mommy kinks

Incest or stepcest

(I’ll prob have to add on but its midnight rn)

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thebestofoneshots · 1 year ago

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Gilded Constellations | wolfstar x reader

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 7.1 K Warnings: none Prompt: The school is buzzing with excitement as the race aproaches, magical things are bound to happen. Some more magical than others, and some of a less magical nature, but more than magical regardless. This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.

Chapter 11: Do ya?

October 3rd, 1976 - Sunday

The day of the race finally came, the school was buzzing with excitement. The quidditch captains had gotten some of the teachers to help after asking for the right permissions, and even Professor McGonagall was going to be among the judges since she had been an amazing player before her injury in her last year. Everyone in the school knew how good she’d been, a legend, in fact. So it only made the race even more exciting.

Only quidditch players from the different teams had been allowed to participate in the end, which meant only the fastest flyers of the school were going to be in the race. James had even gotten around to buying a small trophy that he’d be handing over to the winner. Sirius had already boastfully told him where he’d be placing it once he got it.

You woke up earlier than usual, the anticipation eating you up. James had borrowed an old quidditch uniform for you to wear, and Beth had helped you alter it, switching James’ last name for your own, and adding some patches she had you order on the magazine. “Good look charms,” she’d told you. Marlene was also getting ready beside you, she chose to wear only a very thick wool sweater, with a round pin Mary had given her.

From the Gryffindors, only 4 people had signed up, Marlene, Sirius, Gale Thomas and you, all of them incredibly good flyers. You’d asked Davis why she hadn’t entered the race, she mentioned something about preparing for the O.W.L.s early. And since you’d just been through that last year, you completely understood where she was coming from.

From the other teams, you’d heard some 7th years had also decided to join, Holden, Minho and Alexander Wood were among them. Once you were outside of the castle you saw crowds of students walking outside, they’d even made merchandise of you and the other competitors. The small girl that’d asked you to teach her how to do a backflip was wearing a pin with your face on it that said something along the lines of “(Y/N) is the fastest flyer of the school,” and she waved at you, giving you a thumbs up while you walked towards the finish line, the little girl you’d helped in your first day, the one who’s ring you had rescued, stood beside her, with a small flag that said “GO (Y/N)!”.

Some kids had made posters, you saw one from some 3rd years that had Marlene’s and your name on it, along with two little stick figures flying around the castle really fast. But Gryffindors weren’t the only supporters you had, Sybil and Nina, from Ravenclaw, both had a pin similar to the one the small Gryffindor girl was wearing and they were sitting together with their own little poster. And even Imogen, who had also opted out of the race, had one pin with Alexander’s face and another with Sirius, Marlene and you.

As for Sirius, being the heartthrob that he was, had tons of posters, and pins, and you swore you saw a girl with a sweater with his face on it. It is definitely going to get to his head, you thought as you walked towards the competitors’ tent, broom in hand. Sirius hadn’t come out yet, and Marlene was walking next to you. Minho and Holden were already in there, both waved to you and Marlene when they spotted you. They also had their fair quantity of posters and memorabilia scattered all over the crowd. Minho maybe had as many as Sirius, and it wasn’t strange, he was just as much of a heartthrob as your friend. Alex arrived later, and you waved to him with a smile, he walked straight towards you.

“You’re quite popular,” he said with raised eyebrows “Rumours travel really fast, don’t they? Should’ve asked for your autograph the day I brought you back to the school.”

You chuckled, “Don’t stress too much about it, I’ll always have discounted autographs for you.” You joked back. The two of you were laughing together when Sirius finally arrived. He had put his hair up in a ponytail, some of the shorter strands of his hair were framing his face, the girl with his sweater alongside her friends fawned over him as he walked beside them, same, you thought as you stared at him. Gale was behind him, not causing as much of a commotion as Sirius, but still holding his fair share of cheers. When Sirius walked into the tent, he had a smirk plastered on his face.

“Being pretty is not going to make you any faster,” Alex joked.

“Maybe,” Sirius said cockily “but it sure feels good to be cheered for the loudest,” his smirk growing with his answer, that got a laugh from everyone.

You leaned in towards Marlene and whispered “Attention whore.”

Marlene giggled, nodding in agreement “The biggest of us.” Sirius talked to Minho and some older boys from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff you hadn’t yet met.

Imogen had popped inside the tent at some point, even if she wasn’t going to participate in the race, she still had that Quidditch Team member privilege “Feeling ready?” She asked you and Marlene.

“Born ready,” you replied confidently. You were happily talking to her when you saw someone walk in the tent. His hair long, framing his face, wearing green from head to toe, and with a brand new-looking broom, Regulus.

The minute he saw you he walked towards you, with the intention of saying hello, he hoped that now you and Sirius were better off, you wouldn’t be so hostile towards him. He hoped wrong.

“(Y/N),” he said, politely approaching you. You looked at him, not saying a word, “How– How’ve you been? I.. ‘ve been meaning to–“

“–Regulus,” he shut up the moment you spoke. “We’re not friends. Stop trying to talk to me,” you said before awkwardly nodding and walking towards Sirius and the boys. Regulus looked at you, hurt evident in his eyes, Marlene gave him a pitiful look and went back to her conversation with Imogen. She was telling her how this boy from the Gryffindor Tower had made a bunch of the pins and posters people had worn to support them.

Once you arrived you stood between Sirius and Minho, a boy who you hadn’t met spoke “So… this is your famous keeper?” He had silver hair and wore blue robes. You smiled at him politely.

“This is Lionel Aldrige,” said Minho, “Ravenclaw’s Captain, and keeper.”

“Nice to meet you,” you said, extending your hand.

He took it in his, he had a firm grip “Nice to meet you too, (Y/N), I’ve heard plenty of you.”

You smiled, “Hope all good.”

He nodded “I’d go as far as to say you’ve got your own little fan club in the Ravenclaw tower, I’m excited to finally see you fly.”

“I won’t disappoint,” you said with a wink.

Sirius cleared his throat and placed an arm over your shoulders, You raised an eyebrow at his reaction, but he ignored it, making himself comfortable, “‘Course she won’t. She’s ours,” he said pointing to his red and yellow sweater.

That’s when James walked in, alongside Dimitry and Delilah Moss, the Hufflepuff captain “Lionel!” Shouted Dimitry “We need to talk.”

After talking between themselves for a second, they came back, Delilah and Lionel pushed a table with a cloth on top covering something towards you and the rest of the competitors “Gather ‘round!” She said.

James smiled and grabbed a piece of parchment, “Simple rules: No intentional hexes or courses, no grabbing a competitor’s broom, no unauthorised shortcuts, stay on the designated course and for the love of god, wear your safety gear and avoid collisions with each other. This is not quidditch. I know some of you are used to playing rough, but this is about flying ability and speed, so save those moves for the games.”

“Sorry, James,” said Gale “But… I believe we don’t know what the designated course is.”

James smiled “I was really hoping you’d ask that,” he said before pulling the cloth and revealing a small 3D version of the castle. 4 small balls of red, green, yellow and blue, going through different sections of Hogwarts, all following the same path.

“We have placed several light halos all over the course we designed,” started Delilah “You will have to pass through each and every one of them whenever you spot it. Unless you’ve passed through them all, you will not count as a winner, even if you get to the finish line first. It won’t be an easy task, we’ve made sure of it. We’re not only testing your km/h, we’ll be also testing how quick you can react to things happening around you, so expect setbacks.”

“Some halos will be easier than others,” added Dimitry “Keep an eye out for the harder ones. The race will have a total of 3 laps around the castle. It means you’ll have to follow this path,” he said pointing at the bright lights on the 3D model “at least 3 times before you finish. If you miss a halo, that means you’ll have to do another lap to get it.”

“Any questions?” Asked Lionel with a bright smile.

“Are there any specific penalties for breaking the rules?" Asked a Slytherin boy, who you quickly identified as Barty Crouch Jr. the kid that hated your guts after you broke his nose with a quaffle.

“You break them, you’re out of the race,” Delilah said sternly.

“But, how would you know if we did,” asked a taller boy next to Barty, with ashy blonde hair, handsome, but dangerous looking.

“Rosier,” Dimitry warned, “we do not cheat in my team.”

The boy raised his hands in defeat, an amused look on his face, he was looking forward to Dimitry leaving the next year.

"Do we have to pass through the halos in a specific order?" Asked a Hufflepuff girl you didn’t recognize.

“Yes, you miss one, you have to do another lap to get it,” Alex responded “Any other questions?”

You shook your head, but then smirked and raised your hand “Yeah,” you said confidently “When do we start?”

James looked at you, looking slightly impressed by your boldness, he wanted that kind of confidence in the next Quidditch match.

“We start now,” Delilah said with a smile and motioned for you to walk out. More people had piled around the starting line, and they cheered as you and all the competitors walked out. Looking around, you realised there was even more merchandise going around now. Most students just had something themed after their house, but a good deal of them had some of those same pins and flags and posters with your faces on them.

You turned to Marlene with a shrug “How did that happen?”

“Johnny Ackley,” she told you.

You shrugged, remembering the name “Same kid with an illegal brewery hidden in his room?”

“Imogen told me he says he’s an entrepreneur,” she explained “She said she thinks we should all charge him a fee for using our faces without permission.” She then pointed at the crowd “he’s clearly making a good buck from it.”

You shrugged “I’m just really curious… How did he get pictures of us? I mean, you all make sense but, I’ve been here for like, a month?”

Marlene smiled, “It seems you’re gonna have to accept the fact that you’re popular now.”

You laughed “I guess I’ll be when I win.”

“Second place, you mean?” She asked with a smile. And the two of you chuckled.

Suddenly Dimitry’s voice boomed, amplified by his wand, “Contestants, on your marks!”

You winked at Marlene and walked towards the line that had your name on it. You could easily see the first bright light halo in front of you. Sirius was next to you on the line-up, and Minho stood on the other side. Both already mounting their brooms.

“Positions!” He said. Everyone kicked the floor and started hovering about half a metre above the ground, “The race starts when you see the sparks.”

The four team captains arranged themselves in a line, parallel to you and the rest of the competitors. They all raised their wands, and in an instant, sparks from the colour of their houses left their wands at once. You sped up straight towards the first halo, that’d you stopped earlier on and flew right by it. Suddenly it went from white to red, you’d been the first one to reach it.

“(Y/N) takes the lead of the race with an unprecedented acceleration towards the first halo!” You heard someone’s voice, starting to narrate what was happening. You were not aware you’d have a narrator.

But you paid no mind to it, to anything really, you were focused on darting as fast as you could towards the next halo, that you saw just a couple of metres above the courtyard. It was still white, which meant, you were still at the head, you smiled at the thought.

Out of nowhere, you saw a bright flash of red pass by you, Marlene had surpassed you, and she was first to cross the next halo. You smirked and picked up some more speed, swiftly going round the astronomy tower, beating her to the next one. You saw a flash of green to your side, the handsome but dangerous Slytherin boy surpassed you. He’s fast, you thought, but not as fast as me.

You leaned in closer to the broom, to reduce the friction, and darted past him like an arrow. Claiming the first spot yet again. Sirius caught up with you quickly “On your left,” he said before he dived straight toward the floor, getting the next halo first. You smiled, shaking your head before catching up to him.

“Was it fun while it lasted?” you asked him with a smirk as you passed him and took the next halo.

The race was tight, you could hear the way the brooms from your peers whistled as they coursed through the air at such high speeds. Regulus passed you a couple of times, but you regained your spot every single one of them. By the end of the first lap, you were still at the head of the race.

When you passed the finish line, all the halos were reset to white, ready for the contestants to pass through them as fast as possible, but things were slightly different now, thick stormy clouds had piled on one side of the castle.

“Competitors look more than ready to take up the second part of the race!” the commentator said excitedly “Be careful, things may not be as easy as they were previously.”

Those whims of the weather were not natural, which meant the captains had probably created them as part of their setbacks. The minute you crossed the first hoop you felt strong wind throwing you back. And not only that, but the atmosphere was becoming foggy too. You turned your head to James, who was casually looking up at you from where he was, he didn’t even have to see your face to tell you were giving him a reproachful look about it, so he shrugged in response, a playful smile appearing on his face.

You exhaled, shaking your head before looking up ahead again, the wind was very strong, barely letting you move at all, even as you tried flying full speed. Sirius and Holden, who were much taller and heavier than you, used that to their advantage and overtook you. Marlene was fighting the wind a couple metres to your side and the Hufflepuff girl that you’d met earlier was behind the two of you.

Pushing through was not going to be enough, you had to find another way to get out of the air current. When Minho passed by, you moved straight behind him, using his weight and height to your favour, you flew as close as possible to him, so you could actually move ahead. Marlene and the Hufflepuff girl took your example and did the exact same thing with two other boys that were passing by them.

“You having fun there?” Minho asked.

You laughed “Got a good view of that back all the girls fawn over,” you replied.

“Do they?” He asked with a smirk, that you couldn’t really see.

“As if you didn’t know,” you replied. Once the wind started to die down you accelerated again, flying next to Minho for a second. “Thanks for that love!” you said before passing by and launching yourself behind Holden and Sirius, who were fighting for the first spot.

Minho just laughed and accelerated behind you too, not quite enough to surpass you, but still trailing behind you just a little. The weather was now turning foggy, and you could hear the thunder approaching, or rather, you were the one rapidly approaching it. In between the fog, you spotted one of the white halos and dived straight towards it. Sirius and Holden, who were just a couple of metres ahead of you, saw it. The halo a lot clearer now than it was earlier since it had turned red.

You smiled “You can still go back and not fall behind that much,” you shouted at the two.

“Yeah, we’d only be falling behind you, wouldn’t we?” Asked Holden as he took a sharp turn back and flew past you in the other direction.

“Not my fault you boys are blind,” you said waving at Sirius with a smile as he passed by you, straight towards Holden. You took your chance and accelerated as much as possible, hoping to leave the boys behind.

When you entered the rain you gasped, the droplets were so cold it might as well have been snow, your googles started fogging up, so you passed your sleeve over them to clean them, spotting another one of the Halos a couple of metres in front of you, next to one of the windows of the astronomy tower. But then you heard the thick rumbling of thunder and saw a lighting bolt shoot straight next to your right. You flew sidewards as it almost fell on your face, and then another bolt shot through your left, giving you little to time to react “Fucking hell Potter!” You shouted, even if no one could hear you, with the thick rain and the rumbling of thunder “What the fuck were you thinking when you planned this race?!”

You finally managed to pass through the halo and sped to the next one near the top. At some point you heard someone scream, the Hufflepuff girl had been hit by a lightning bolt a couple of metres behind and she was falling. You looked at her preoccupied and took your wand out “arresto momentum,” you shouted, same spell Lily had used on you a couple of weeks back. The girl stopped falling for a second and then went back, only a couple of feet down. You heard a cry of pain as she fell on her wrist, and you were about to fly towards her when you spotted some people were already running towards her. You gulped and went back to the race. That could’ve been you.

As you continued flying, you finally out flew the lighting, apparently it was only near the spot of that particular halo. But the rain was still heavy and the wind was still blowing, cold against your skin. You narrowed your eyes when you saw another halo, just above the forbidden forest, near the spot where you’d found and helped Fang. You dived towards it and did a sharp turn ahead right before hitting one of the trees. As you out flew the rain, the cold wind made you shiver, but you pushed through, you were determined to win this race. If there was something you just couldn’t shake off, it was how competitive you were.

Another halo shone brightly over one of the towers, and you launched yourself upwards as fast as possible, being beaten by none other than Barty. When he crossed the halo it turned green but then turned maroon. You passed right behind, catching up to him. “You missed that one,” you said pointing to the one above the trees “You’re gonna have to do another lap.”

He looked at you with loathing, and flew towards you really fast, if he wasn’t going to win, you weren’t either. Thankfully you were faster, and instead of playing along, you decided to launch forward towards the finish line, leaving Barty behind. Once you crossed it, some sparks flew by, you’d been the first one to reach it, one more time. “And (Y/N)’s speed knows no bounds! Even after falling behind due to the strong wind, she’s still at the head of the race.”

One more lap, you thought, Just one more. The rain and the thunder were gone, and you easily flew through a couple of halos before you realised where they were taking you. All the halos that you could see were all darting into one direction, and one direction only: The Forbidden Forest.

You were still going through the halos as fast as possible, but hesitated when one of them led you straight through a dark circle of trees in the forest. Holden was the one to pass you this time, followed by Sirius who smiled at your hesitance “You scared?” He teased as he buzzed by.

You smiled, that was all the convincing you needed “Just giving you some advantage!” You shouted at him as you followed closely behind. You were flying just by Sirius' side, the two of you moving like clockwork when you had to take a sharp turn or move up and down when thicker branches approached. You saw shadows in the threes as you buzzed by, eyes staring from the distance. James had warned some of the creatures he knew there’d be people flying by, and they were all watching the race just as gleefully as the wizards were.

“Why are you still tailing me? Scared of going deeper into the forest by yourself?” Sirius teased further.

You smiled, “Was just keepin’ ya company,” you said before flying over a thick branch and overtaking him, “but I guess I’ll comply to your wish and take over.”

Sirius smiled at your trick and rounding over a tree he took the lead again “You were saying?”

You chuckled lightly, and continued flying closely, the two of you constantly overtaking each other to take the lead. The coordination the two of you had together in the air, made you look like you had practised and planned it before, reality was, the two of you had flown together so many times by then, that you could pretty much predict his movements, and he could do the same to yours. Even in the middle of the race, in the middle of the Forbidden Forest, that was absolutely terrifying to you since those nightmares started happening, you were having fun. In fact, you were absolutely thrilled.

So focused on each other you didn’t even notice the moment you left the thick woods, and went back to the school grounds, allowing the two of you to pick up the pace once more. You saw Holden, who’d passed the two of you earlier and turned to Sirius “Pleasure flying alongside you, as always,” you said, giving him the classic navy salute before flying as fast as possible towards Holden. Towards the whomping willow.

Sirius looked at the Halo in between the branches and his diverted expressions suddenly turned awry “She doesn’t know what the tree is,” he whispered to himself and tried to catch up with you. When he finally managed, you were already entering the range of the tree. “(Y/N),” he screamed “Whomping Willow!”

You turned to him with a diverted smile, was he trying to trick you to slow down? There was no way there was a whopping willow on Hogwarts grounds. It was too dangerous. “Sure thing Sirius, and watch out for the troll behind you!” You replied with a smile.

Sirius looked at you worried as a thick branch shot straight towards you, the tree wasn’t holding itself back. And you were not looking ahead, you were looking at him. So he did the only thing he could think of, he flew as close as possible to you and threw himself at you, pushing the two of you off your brooms.

The moment you fell off your broom, you were shocked since you saw the thick branch hit your Dark Nimbus and Sirius’ Sweepfire, splitting the first one in two and sending the latter, along with the pieces of yours flying, further away, deeper inside the forest. When you fell to the floor the two of you rolled down the hill for a couple of metres before finally stopping. Sirius was still holding you tightly, even as you lay out of the Whomping Willow’s reach.

You could hear his heart drumming in his chest as you tried to regain your breath “Pourquoi es-tu tellement foutrement têtu?” He asked in between thick breaths, why are you so fucking stubborn?, thank god you spoke french.

You were still on top of him when you used your arms to push yourself upwards, to see him better, removing your goggles in a swift motion and frowning as you spoke “You– you saved me… You could’ve used the advantage, Sirius, you could’ve won the race!”

“For what? You would’ve been unfairly eliminated, it wouldn’t have meant anything.”

“You would’ve won against everyone else!” You spat back, matter of factly “Or… did you only care about beating me?” You asked frown deepening, did he still harbour animosity after what’d happened years ago?

Sirius’ hair was sprawled on the floor, he was looking at you with worry still, it looked beautiful on him. “Well duh, I’m only in this race because it was your idea in the first place!”

You looked taken aback by that, pulling your head just a little. What did he just say? “Sirius you… Are you still angry about what happened back then?”

“What? NO!” He scowled, squeezing his eyes shut for a second.

“I don’t understand–“

“–I bIoody well fancy you, alright!?” He confessed, voice loud, dripping with emotion “I fucking liked you when we met and I still like you now, and it’s eating me alive, I can’t get you out of my bIoody head and it’s consuming me whole!”

You stared at him for a second, he was already regretting what he said, thinking maybe he could play it out as a joke, even if it were a bad-taste one. But you weren’t about to reject him, you were trying to process what had happened. And so, instead of replying, you did the only natural thing you could, and leaned in to kiss him. He was surprised for a mere second before following the kiss, desperately. You were both desperate for each other, two years of pent-up emotions were finally being let out.

The second kiss you gave Sirius Black was nothing and everything like the first one. His lips were as soft as you remembered, his hair, since he’d been on the rainy parts of the race, was just as wet, and he still tasted of mint, but that was about where the similarities ended. You’d both grown, you’d both only seen each other in dreams for years, and even if you’d kissed him several times in those, none of those kisses had felt like this one.

Sirius was bigger and stronger now, his muscles tensed beneath you, his jaw sharper, the idea of a five o’clock shadow barely perceptible, brushing through your soft skin. And you were soft, so bIoody soft. As you lay atop of him, Sirius couldn’t quite believe how tender you were, even more than he remembered, softer than you had been in his dreams. He didn’t let go of you as you continued to kiss, only placing his hands over your waist, tightening his grip when your tongues finally crossed paths. You moved your hands towards his hair, toying with it as your lips danced together.

The two of you split apart due to the imminent need of oxygen, staring at each other between heavy breaths for a second, Sirius’ pupils were blown out, lips pink and slightly swollen, you could feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed beneath you, and you smiled, looking at him with a mischievous air before leaning in to kiss him again. Succumbing to an euphoria he had long yearned for, he tightened his grip around you and turned the two of you around, letting your hair fall gently over the grass as he used one of his forearms to keep the entirety of his weight from crushing you. You smiled, almost laughing at how desperate he seemed, he was as thirsty for your lips as you had been for his. So long, you thought, why on earth hadn’t you done this before?

Sirius was a better kisser than you remembered, you moved your hands –that had ended up on his chest when he turned you around– further up, letting his soft hair entangle between your fingers, his ponytail gone at some point, perhaps during the race, perhaps as you kissed him over and over again. The moment you pushed him closer to you, a chill ran through Sirius’ body and he deepened the kiss, wishing to drown in you. He wasn’t sure there were enough kisses in this world to quench his long-contained thirst.

You heard a faint blow of a cannon and cheers erupted from a far away crowd. You separated from him, lips parted and heavy breaths as you looked into his bright bluish-grey eyes “I think we lost,” you breathed out.

He stared at you for a second and shook his head as he said “I don’t think we lost anything.” He then planted a short kiss on your lips. You smiled and then laughed as he let himself fall on the ground beside you.

“We’re literally the reason the race was even made in the first place,” you told him as you stared at the sky, now icy blue, just like his eyes. Some of the shadow from the Whomping Willow’s branches tracing patterns along your skin.

“They can suck it,” he said with a smile, the two of you laughed again. Sirius’s hand reached for yours, you could feel his rings brushing over your skin as your fingers intertwined.

“We really should do races more often,” you told him with a smile, “neither of us wins in the end, but–”

Sirius laughed “–We always end up making out.”

“Does this mean we’re a thing now?” You asked casually.

He smiled cockily at your question “You think I’d let you go now that I can kiss you when I please?”

You chuckled “Good!” The air between the two of you felt heavy, but reassuring, the silence was somehow comforting, but you broke it nonetheless “Can I still call you Puppy?”

Sirius frowned “Of course not!”

“And what if I give you a kiss for every time I call you that?” You asked with a smirk.

Sirius turned to you impressed. “If you kiss me like today, you can call me whatever the hell you please starshine.”

You laughed at his answer but nodded “Excellent.”

You stayed like that for a while, hands intertwined, listening to each other's breaths. You raised your hand along with his, admiring how the two of them looked together before you took a deep breath and spoke “We should probably go back. They’ll start looking for us.”

“What about your broom?”

You frowned and pointed towards the forest “The pieces flew off in that direction. Yours seemed to be whole. They can’t be too far.”

“Accio Sweepfire!” Sirius said, using his free hand to wave his wand towards the forest, nothing happened.

“Accio Dark Nimbus!” you said then, the top part of your broom came flying by, the sweeping part did not, “They must be stuck somewhere.”

“I’ll get them,” he said standing up “Wait for me here, yeah?” You nodded, and reluctantly let go of his hand. Watching him as he went deep into the forest. You smiled and let yourself fall to the ground with a long sigh.

Sirius had turned into a dog the moment he stepped into the forest, using his great sense of smell to find his broom and the rest of yours faster. He found his first, and went back into human form to grab the other side of yours, while flying. He did it all in a matter of minutes and flew back to where he’d left you. He smiled when he saw you lying on the grass, with your eyes closed, just enjoying the moment, he hovered over you, using his hand to cast a shadow over your eyes, so that the sun wouldn’t disturb you. You opened your eyes and smiled when you realised what he was doing “Found it?”

He nodded, and showed you the bottom side of your broom, so much for the fastest broom in the world. “I don’t think it’s got any repairing.”

“No shit Sherlock,” you responded as you stood up, the other side of the broken handle held tightly in your hand. He motioned for you to join him as he hovered very close to the floor.

You passed your hand over the handle of his broom, it was worn, but didn’t seem like it’d gotten too damaged with the blow, your broom had probably absorbed most of the punch, you sighed and mounted it behind him. You casually placed a hand over his shoulder, as you accommodated the pieces of your nimbus in between the two of you.

“You should grab on tighter, we wouldn’t want you to fall again,” Sirius said with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes but complied, closing the gap between the two of you and practically hugging him from behind, you then leaned your head over his shoulder and whispered “Don’t test your luck, Black.”

Sirius smiled at your answer and glided forward in his broom, very fast, straight towards the end of the finish line. When you two arrived people looked relieved. Rumour was going around that you’d actually gotten hit by the Whomping Willow, and that you both laid unconscious somewhere in the forest.

“They’re all right!” Someone shouted when they spotted you, pointing straight at you in the air, some of the other competitors were already preparing to go in your search.

When the two of you landed close to the finish line, James approached, a guilty-looking expression filled his face “You alright?”

“No thanks to you,” Sirius spat “The Whomping Willow? Really!?”

James looked to the side, distressed “It was Dimity’s idea,” James tried to explain “I didn’t think there was anything wrong with it, it would’ve been a great trial for flying reflexes. And everyone in the school knew about it…”

“Yeah, except for me.” You told him, raising both parts of your broken broom in the air for him to see.

He cringed when he realised how broken they were. “I’m sorry,” he said guiltily. “Did it… did it hit you?”

You shook your head “Sirius was fast enough to catch up with me and throw me off my broom before it hit it.” You explained “We were both at the lead, well, Holden was ahead of us… Sirius would’ve probably won if–“

“–You would’ve won,” Sirius corrected. “Had it not been for the tree, you would have overtook Holden in seconds.”

James looked at the two of you puzzled, you’d been fighting over who was the best and the fastest for weeks, and now you just… gave each other the win? “I should’ve warned you.”

“I should’ve been looking ahead,” you said, trying to ease James’ from the guilt that was clearly eating him up “I was so busy boasting that I wasn’t looking at my path… It’s true I didn’t expect a Whomping Willow but , it wasn’t entirely your fault.” You said in a serious tone, but changed to a more animated one “But the race was insane, the lighting and the weather changes, how did you even get permission for it? It was brilliant!”

“We didn’t,” he admitted “All the captains have bathroom cleaning duty for 2 weeks because of what happened to Matilda.”

“The Hufflepuff girl?” You asked concerned “Is she alright? I saw her fall, heard her scream.”

James nodded “She told us about your spell. Her broom was struck, but she wasn’t.”

“We made sure no contestant would get struck by them,” Delilah intervened. While it was true that the lightning had been following you around on that spot of the race, it never seemed to hit you in particular.

“They were charmed,” you concluded.

James nodded and continued “Thanks to you taking the time to save her, she only broke her wrist. She should be back in shape soon.”

“But the quidditch lineup was altered,” proceeded Lionel, who had also walked towards you “Hufflepuff won’t be playing on the first match. Which means-“ he looked at Sirius and then at you “we’ll be playing each other.”

By then Lily, Marlene and Mary had rushed towards you too, pushing people around to get to where you both stood. You saw Remus jogging behind them too. Lily was the first one to jump on you, placing both of her hands over your arms "Are you all right?" She asked, voice laced with concern, carefully scanning your face and then all of your body.

"Yeah," you nodded. "Sirius pushed me off the broom before the tree got to it,” you explained again, "he also broke most of the fall,” you added when she looked at you with apprehension.

"What about this?" She asked, pulling your hair back and running her finger over a small cut you’d gotten in your cheek, you winced.

"Must have gotten it when we rolled down the hill," you shrugged “I hadn’t noticed I had it.”

She nodded, finally letting go of you and turning to the longed-haired boy "And you Sirius?"

He smiled at her concern "I’m all right, thanks Evans… A little scratched up and beaten down, but… I saved the girl, and it was definitely worth it.”

You snorted lightly at that, most people didn’t notice, but one person did, Remus. He hadn’t taken his eyes off the two of you since he spotted you. And he noticed something was definitely different between the two. The tension, it was gone, replaced by something else, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

The announcer mentioned something about you and Sirius being alright, and how it was finally time for the lineup, which reminded you “That’s right? Who won?” The air seemed to turn a little uncomfortable, like no one wanted to mention it.

Finally, Mary answered “It was Regulus,” she said somberly, but then pointed at one of your friends with a smile “Marlene got second and Minho was third.”

You looked around, spotting Regulus in the distance, being congratulated by all of his friends, and even some other people. He seemed almost popular. If they knew the kind of snake he was, you thought, before turning to Marlene with a huge smile, “Congratulations!”

She smiled at that “If you hadn’t–“

“–NO! Marlene, you're brilliant! I saw you…” you said and placed a hand on her shoulder, pushing her slightly towards you so you could whisper something in her ear “You’re the best beater of the team, remember?”

She smiled brightly at that, and winked before following James towards the makeshift podium where he’d hand in the trophy he bought and some medals the other captains had gotten.

Regulus seemed genuinely happy when James handed the trophy to him, and he was, Walburga would be so proud he beat his brother in the race, she might actually stop pestering him about the DeathEater ritual. When it was Marlene’s turn, and Lionel placed a medal over her shoulders, you couldn’t stop clapping, you saw some camera flashes taking pictures, and realised Alex was taking some of them. You smiled and wondered what place he’d gotten, and felt a little sad you wouldn’t be playing against him in the next game.

Once the whole ceremonial thing was over, everyone started walking back to the castle. Regulus looked like he wanted to approach you, but when your eyes locked on each other you turned your head and smiled at Lily, and Mary, since you’d been talking to them. Regulus nodded, turning his head and walking back to the common room along with Barty, and Evan, who were still cheering on him.

“When we just couldn’t get past those strong winds and you straight up used Minho as a windbreaker, that was brilliant!” Marlene said with a smile. “How did you even think of it?”

You shrugged “We weren’t gonna beat them unless we did something, could’ve used our wands for a propelling spell, but I wasn’t sure it was allowed, then Minho passed by me, and you know how he’s got these really big strong shoulders? So I thought, hey! I could use that.”

“Big strong shoulders, huh?” Remus teased.

You looked at him with a little smile “Objectively speaking, yeah,” you responded.

Mary nodded in agreement “I heard some girls fawning over them in the bathrooms, and paid a closer look next time he was around. (Y/N) is right. He’s got big strong shoulders.”

“He does,” added Marlene, eyeing him from behind, “Like a Dorito.”

Everyone laughed at her comment. Sirius, who had gone off earlier came back “Who’s like a Dorito?”

“Minho, with his sexy back,” Remus responded casually, and added, “according to the girls.”

Sirius raised his eyebrows and looked at you “Does he?”

You looked at him with a smile and decided to tease him “Oh yeah, definitely.”

“And you like big strong backs, don’t you?” he pressed.

You laughed at that, Sirius was definitely smaller than Minho, but he was way prettier, at least in your eyes “I wouldn’t know, I don’t really focus on those things. I’m more of a pretty face kind of person.”

Lily laughed at that “I can attest to it,” she agreed. Eventually, your group also went back to the castle, everyone smiling and merrily talking about the race, everyone was fine, everyone was happy.

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The Implicit Demand for Proof (9)

Pairing: Detective David Loki x reader

Summary: you, a forensic psychologist, get called in on a high priority child abduction case in Conyers, PA. What happens when you catch feelings for the mysterious detective Loki?

Warnings: spoilers for the movie, movie level violence, slight change of events, language, fluff, angst

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-The next morning-

It was raining and raining, hard. The sun refused to come out from behind the clouds. You watched the raindrops roll down the window in the break room. Leaning your head against the cold glass, you checked your phone. Again. No notifications.

You’d been waiting on Loki to call you with any info, but you’d just be happy to hear from him. He was out tailing Keller Dover. You were back at the station trying to find a lead on your prime suspect.

You grabbed your snack from the vending machine and walked back towards your desk.

You felt your phone vibrating in your pocket.

Well speak of the devil.

“Yeah?” Your opening remark getting strait to the point, leaving no time for pleasantries. Loki must have been rubbing off on you.

“Hey, Dover caught me following him so I’m heading back. He’s definitely hiding something.”

“Damn.” You replied, biting your nail. It was an anxious habit you’d yet to quit.

“Yeah. So get this…Mrs. Dover thinks Keller has been helping us this whole time. She has no idea where he’s really been.”

“Oh hell.” Your words oozing with irritation. Just what you guys needed was to chase after Keller Dover.

“And she called me last night thinking Anna had come home all cause a damn window was open in the house. She isn’t gonna be any help. She’s been taking sleeping pills this whole time.” Loki let out a sigh.

“Oh great.” Sarcasm rolling off your tongue with ease.

“Found a bag of Lye in their basement- which, by the way, is like a dooms day pepper’s dream- half used.”

“Well that may be a bad sign for us finding Alex Jones..if Dover did do something to him. Under high heat and pressure, lye can turn corrosive enough to disintegrate a body.”

“Yeah.” Loki sighed. “I know.”

“Shit.” You anxiously a hand through your hair.

“Well, I don’t think Dover killed him. He’s sure that Alex knows where the girls are, won’t kill his only lead.”

“Yeah.” Loki said. “Maybe”

Silence lingered only for a moment, and in that moment you saw your opportunity.

“Hey..uh…you wanna go and grab lunch?” You asked, nervously fidgeting with the lid on your coffee cup. You felt like a teenager asking out their crush, except you weren’t a teenager and you were working and hungry.

“Um..” His heart was screaming yes, but his brain was screaming no. He had to solve this case, needed to before time ran out, before it consumed him.

“Uh..not now. Really need to find out what Dover’s been doing and find our guy from yesterday. There’s a good place you can order from-“

“Yeah, no of course, the case.” You interrupted. “See you back at the station then.” You said and abruptly hung up the phone. That did make you a little upset, which was stupid, but you were really looking forward to getting lunch with him. Just him. Not sharing a table with three others in the break room, eating while working, or eating by yourself at your desk. You wanted lunch with Loki. Hell, forget lunch, you’d settle for just the detective.

You hoped Loki’s refusal wasn’t personal. You had overheard that Loki solved every case he’d ever been assigned, you guessed he didn’t get that track record by going out for lunch with co workers.

Loki walked into the bullpen, his jaw clenched and shoulders stiff. He was desperately hoping y/n was able to get a lead. Didn’t help that he’d just been in a yelling match Keller Dover..again.

His body became less tense at the sight of y/n, who was currently talking on the phone.

David sat at his desk and began to search for more background on Keller Dover. He couldn’t help but glance over at y/n.

God, she was so pretty.

Almost like she felt him staring, she turned and locked eyes with the detective for a moment. Lokis heart definitely skipped a beat but he wouldn’t admit that. She flashed a polite smile, then went back to writing down a few notes.

“Okay, thank you. Bye.” She hung up.

David expected y/n to immediately swivel her chair towards him and tell him if she’s got a lead.

He wanted to see her eyes light up cause she found something and he wanted to hear the sweet sound of her voice.

She didn’t.

She didn’t even say hi, just kept working.

Unusual for her.

David thought to himself for a minute.

What could be wrong? Other than present circumstances, of course.

‘See you back at the station then.’ Her words echoed in his mind.

She’s upset about lunch? Damn it. Should’ve said yes. Maybe I should apologize? But it’s only lunch, isn’t it? Am I overthinking it? Is y/n overthinking it?

Just talk to her.

Right. Talking.

He tapped his fingers nervously on the desk, glancing at y/n once more.

Play it cool David, play it cool.

Just ask her if she’s got any leads.

“Got anything?” He finally asked.

She let out a sigh.

“Almost.”

Loki raised his brow, encouraging her to elaborate.

“I got results back from sending the sketches of our suspect to my people back home. I had them run the sketches with FBI facial recognition software- Comparing them with Pennsylvania drivers Licenses. It came back with only 5 results. I’ve confirmed 2 of 5 alibis. Working on the rest.”

“That’s..fuck, that’s great.” He said, growing excited at such a good lead.

Loki hesitated before his next sentence.

“So..what happened to ‘staying on the same page’ ?”

Y/n’s demeanor changed before Loki even finished his sentence. She drew into herself, crossing her arms as she spoke, “I’m sorry, Loki. I just get really zoned into my work sometimes. And like you, I’m not used to having a partner, you know?”

Y/n rolled her chair back to her desk.

“Yeah. I know.” Loki replied.

In the field, he was trained so he could handle almost any situation, but his relationships were a different story. Loki had always been a loner, never really getting close with anyone.

Loki and Y/n worked at their desks for a while, both afraid to create tension with the other.

“Huh.” Loki remarked, leaning back in his chair.

Y/n leaned back in her own chair, peering out from behind the narrow cubicle wall that divided their desks.

Loki noticed her staring and motioned for you to come look at his computer.

David hoped y/n would view the gesture as an olive branch, albeit unnecessary, as the perceived tension between him and y/n was purely based on raised emotions and the two of them running on empty. David had come to learn over the last six days, emotions were tricky things to navigate, especially when y/n was around.

She rolled over to him in her chair, leaning in close. Loki caught a whiff of her perfume, he was immediately intoxicated by the scent. It suited her.

Y/n’s brows knitted in confusion

“William Dover Obituary?”

“Look.” Loki pointed to his computer screen. “Dover’s father killed himself when Keller was a teen. Left Keller the house. I bet that’s where he’s going during the day and possibly keeping Alex Jones. I’m gonna go check it out.”

He stood, putting on his coat.

“I’ll keep on these leads, let you know when I have something.” Y/n replied, flashing him another polite smile.

Loki returned it with the same gesture.

On the drive to Dover’s dad’s old apartment building, Loki grew increasingly suspicious of the man, especially when he pulled up to the property. It was super dilapidated and he was sure the inside looked worse.

After entering through the window, Loki’s suspicions were confirmed. It was a perfect place to hide a body among other crimes.

He entered what he assumed was a living area only to find Mr. Dover laying on the floor. Loki hoping he hadn’t drank himself to death since their earlier conversation.

“Hey, rise and shine.” Loki said, kicking him.

Not dead, just drunk.

Loki’s tour of the building was cut short by his phone ringing.

“Shit.”

Caller ID: (f/n) (l/n)

If anyone was going to interrupt him, he was glad it was y/n.

“Hello?”

“Loki! I’ve got our guy!” Yn was practically yelling. “The Clerk from the mall called, got his license plate and he’s the last guy on my list. Bob Taylor. 437 Carrol Street. Meet you there.”

“Yeah? Ok. Meet you there.” He replied and slipped his phone back in his pocket.

“Go home Mr. Dover” he ushered and hurried out the door.

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Chapter 12 - Let's Kick Some Ass

Summary: Charlie struggles to propose a promposal to Alex, while Y/N struggles to prove her worth yet again in the team.

Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault.

Genre: Fluff, Clay x Reader

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Your last couple of weeks were pretty hard but finally, you gathered up all the courage to tell people what Bryce had done with you. You told your parents the night Clay came to visit you and gratefully your parents were incredibly supportive. They did not overreact at all and acted rationally with the situation. Though it was hard to control the testosterone energy of the group.

Everyone was filled with rage, but you never wanted to fight with violence, you complained about Bryce to the Principal, and he was given suspension and a probation order from the police. Days passed eventually and every day felt a little better and with Clay, by your side, you had a sense of relief.

You were back to practice and now all you focused on was the finals of the Basketball Tournament which was being hosted by your school this was the first time your school qualified for finals and providing the fact that this was the last game you will play with the team made it more important.

You reached school, today was important because it was the game night and you agreed to help Charlie with his plan of asking out Alex for the prom. Charlie had an overly sweet and romantic plan, he decorated the main hallway and Jessica, and you were supposed to hold a huge banner written “PROM?” on it, Charlie stood beside the banner with Alex’s favorite flowers in his hands.

Alex entered the hallway and gave an opposite reaction to what you guys were expecting, all you got from him was a sigh of disappointment. Alex was never a fan of cheesy romance but Charlie on the other hand was the king of cheesy romance.

“Oh, Alex! Enough with your tantrums, just say ‘yes’ already. If you don’t go, I will go with him” you say to Alex.

Alex chuckles and walks up to Charlie and says “If I will not go with you then with whom will I go, Charlie? You did not have to do all this. It is obvious that if I go, you will be my date.”

Charlie was still not satisfied and said “You did not answer my question. So, Alexander Dean Standall, will you be my date to the senior prom?”

“You’re lucky you’re adorable otherwise I would have dumped you a long time back, and Yes Charles Hayden Brixton St. George it would be an honor to be your date.” Charlie started deep into Alex’s eyes and gave him a sweet passionate kiss.

The school air was filled with promposals, and every room and every corridor was full of red roses and confetti.

“It sucks to see all these people happy when your boyfriend has not even asked you about prom yet,” said Jessica.

“He hasn’t yet? But aren’t you guys dating for like a couple of years now? Isn’t it obvious?” you asked.

“But still you know.”

You could hear the frustration in her voice. Making Jessica mad is one of the many things that you should never do in your life. To calm her down you said, “If Justin doesn’t ask then I’ll go with you because Nerd hasn’t asked me yet too.”

“Yes, screw the boys, they are of no use”.

After your fourth period, you were supposed to go to the gym and get ready for the game tonight. Before going you met Clay to see him for the last time before the evening.

“Sup Nerd?”

“Hey, you look pretty happy. Excited about the game?”

“Yeah, more like nervous but yeah excited too. Anyways I’ll go for the practice so see you at the game?”

“My fifth is free so I can hang around longer.”

“Good, you can help me stretch” you winked at him.

“Nah, you can do it. If a coach sees me then he will make me exercise too.”

“Okay then, I’ll just ask Zach to help.” You say teasing him and starting to walk away.

“No Y/N wait, I’ll be there. I will just keep my stuff in the locker, okay?”

You smile at his innocence and proceed toward the gym. When you enter the gym, you see Justin standing beside one of the machines. You walk up to him and say, “Hey Justy, we have a problem.”

“What? What is it Y/N?”

“You have not asked your girlfriend yet to be your date to the senior prom.”

“Holy shit, just tell the coach I’ll be right back” While saying this Justin ran out of the gym as fast as he could panicking. That was the effect Jessica had on him. As the gym was almost empty you hear your coach and principal having a conversation in the coach’s office. You go there and knock on the door.

“Y/N, good you are here. We want your opinion on something.” Said the Coach.

“Yes sir, what is it?”

“Umm, Principal thinks that we should not let play Bryce today’s game. I know it is not easy for you to play with him, but still, what do you think?”

You turn to the principal and say “Uh sir, Coach is right. Whatever he did to me shall not come in between the game we are going to play. We cannot let it ignore the fact that he is one of the best players we have on the team that can guarantee a win. I think we should let him play, otherwise sir, it is your call.”

Principal Bolan was convinced by your point, and it was true that above everything it was more important to win the trophy for the school.

The decisive moment arrived. All the Liberty Tigers gathered in the locker room and Justin gave a pre-match motivating speech as his duty as the captain. Everyone was filled with a desire to win the goddamn match and show the opposite team who the Liberty Tigers are. The cheerleading squad did their segment before the game began.

After that, both the teams entered the basketball court to start the battle. You found it hard to admit but the other team was playing too well which made the chance of the Liberty Tigers winning less.

As you looked at the crowd who came to watch the game, you caught Clay’s eyes which were gleaming at you. He raised both his thumbs to cheer you up and you turned your focus back to the game after a five-minute break.

While Clay was attentively watching the game Tyler approached him with the camera. He was taking pictures for the yearbook and went up to Clay to say ‘hi.’

“Clay! Hi! Since when you started liking sports?”

“Oh, hey Tyler. Uh I am here for Y/N”.

“Yeah, I get it. She is pretty hot, isn’t she? And when she plays”

“Um, bro she is my girlfriend.”

There was an awkward silence between the two, but Tyler had to make it worse and asked with disbelief “Really?” Clay simply nodded to Tyler’s question and Tyler shrugged and went to a different location to take pictures.

It was halftime and the score was 20-15 and your team was losing. Everybody went inside the locker room to cool themselves down and discuss the strategy for the other half of the game. Justin was going to give another speech, but you cut him off by saying “Justin, can I take this?” Justin nodded in trust, and he let you speak.

“Guys, many of you think I do not belong on this team. But today the game is not about me or you or the school. It is about the fact that this is our last game together before we graduate. Now, will it not be better if we win that goddamn trophy in our last game rather than losing to some private school that think they are better than everyone. So, let us play. Let us play for that sportsmen spirit inside us which will not take losing as an option.” You stretched out your hand and made eye contact with Zach “So...”

Zach cut you off, said, “Whatever it takes?” and put his hand on your hand.

“No, let’s kick some ass”.

Everyone held hands and unity and said in unison, “Let’s kick some ass.”

Everyone went back to the court filled with new energy and you did kick all the asses. Your team won by 35-28. In excitement, the whole team lifted you on their shoulders as you were the lightest and made a round of the whole court. Principal Bolan announced the winner and handed over the trophy to the team. After giving his speech of gratitude you asked him for the mic.

The audience was still cheering as you said “Thank you all for your support, now I wanted to say something. This guy in this crowd is supposed to be my boyfriend and hasn’t asked me to the prom yet. So, I thought why not make this big gesture and ask him myself.” The crowd started cheering with anticipation. Hearing this Clay was both embarrassed and confused. You continued “So Nerd, would you like to be my date to the prom?”

Clay climbed down from the audience stand and started walking towards you. You gave the mic to Justin and ran towards him. You looked at him with hope in your eyes. He held your hands and said, “Yes Y/N I’ll go with you to the prom.” He kissed your forehead, and you hugged him with excitement. While you hugged him you realized that he was not hugging you back. You said, “Clay, you should hug me back otherwise it will be very awkward.”

Clay struggled to speak “Yeah, I will if you leave my hands free.” You let go of him you both laughed at your stupidity. Clay hugged you firmly and the entire crowd started cheering for your courage.

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