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alison-anonymous · 5 years ago

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flawsome bandits pt. 4 ♡ sonic

Flawsome Revelations

Part 4! Thank you so much for all of the support guys, it literally supercharges me to write more! I love all of you and let me know what you think. Feel free to try and guess what mystery is lying in between these pages ;) Love you!

Warnings - this is the car chase scene, so very minor violence and tons of fluff

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Early the next morning, our favorite trio were flying down Siskiyou County Line, just on the border of California. Fueled on coffee, stale donuts, and lemon poppyseed muffins, they were ready to seize the day (mostly). Tom once again sat behind the steering wheel with Sonic sitting shotgun (though there was barely any point since he turned around to face Y/n so often) and Y/n situated in the middle of the backseat.

And still… no seat belts. Because who needs seat belts when you’re flying down a county line going sixty miles per hour? Not these people, I tell you.

“So, what’s on your guys’ bucket lists?” Sonic asked out of curiosity. “Me?” Y/n asked, and Sonic nodded excitedly.

“Yeah, everyone has a bucket list, right?” Tom nodded as a verification, but still tilted his head to the side in thought, taking his eyes off the road for a moment to look at the blue hedgehog.

“Well, yeah, but I mean, you’re the one leaving earth. Y/n and I don’t plan on dying anytime soon.” Sonic chuckled mischievously next to him.

“Oh, don’t be so sure! Your best friend is a magnet for danger,” Sonic taunted smugly. Y/n chuckled softly from the backseat. Her father, however, wasn’t quite that amused.

“Oh, so you’re anointing yourself as the bestie?” Sonic hummed in response. “A little presumptuous, but…” Sonic and Y/n both furrowed their brows in confusion, staring at Tom as he refocused on the road before him. “Look, I like you, but we’re not best friends. And frankly, I don’t think you and Y/n are best friend material either.”

“Wait, what?” Y/n scoffed, leaning in on the console and staring daggers at her father. “I think I have the right to say who is and isn’t my friend, and I already claimed Sonic as my best friend so-”

“Your loss,” Sonic finished for her. The two smiled smugly at one another and exchanged a proud high five. Tom chuckled at the defeat, but was secretly just glad that his daughter finally found someone other than her parents to be her friend. Sure, she had spent time with Crazy Carl and was able to hold decently long conversations with others, but other people her age were just… a little judgemental. Even though Sonic may be a chaotic, energetic, potentially dangerous hedgehog, at least he gave Y/n someone to confide in.

“So, getting back to the topic of bucket lists…” Sonic trailed off, eyeing the two humans to signify that he wanted them to start talking. Y/n sighed, looking out the window as they passed by a patch of giant oak trees.

“If I were to give you everything on my bucket list, we’d be here for a very long time,” she laughed. “But if you ever come back to earth, we can go over it sometime.” Sonic’s eyes bugged out in excitement.

“I am holding you up to that promise,” he smiled before turning back to Tom. “And you?” Tom breathed deeply, running the ideas through his head.

“Alright, I guess there is one thing,” Sonic and Y/n waited for him to continue as he paused for dramatic effect. “In Green Hills, I’ve always felt more like a babysitter than a cop, you know? So I want a chance to prove myself, under real, heavy pressure. Me, Y/n, and Maddie are going to move to San Francisco and I’m going to become a street cop. And, I don’t know, see if I have what it takes.” He finally looked back down at Sonic only to see his features contorted to one of what looked like a mix of disgust, shock, and betrayal. Y/n’s simply morphed into one of sadness as the idea of leaving was once again brought to the table.

“W-what?” Tom asked, Sonic’s face making him uncomfortable. “Why is your face doing that?”

“You’re leaving Green Hills?” Sonic asked them, his tone having an added sharpness that neither of them had heard before. “Did you know about this?” Sonic turned to Y/n, his jaw clenched and eyes wide. Y/n’s e/c eyes filled with sadness as she looked down to the floor in guilt, giving him all the answers he needed. Tom breathed out heavily.

“Okay-”

“B-b-but why? Why would you want to leave Green Hills?”

“I don’t!” Y/n protested, but Tom sent her a stern look to keep quiet. She looked back down at the floor again, only making Sonic more ticked off.

“This may come as a shock to you, but Green Hills is a very small town,” Tom explained.

“It is not small,” Sonic scoffed. “There are hundreds of people.” “That’s a small town, dude!”

“It’s a perfect town and the people need you! Both of you!” Sonic turned to Y/n, who was doing everything within her power to not cry. “I’ve seen the way that the people talk to you. They may think that you’re different, but there’s only one you. When Crazy Carl needed help setting up his traps for me, he asked for you. When that fat lady from the bakery needed someone to drive to the mills for extra flour, she called you. And as for you-” He turned back to Tom, leaving an awestruck Y/n, but was interrupted by the man.

“Please, all that they have me do is clean out gutters and jump start their cars in the winter. And they may call Y/n for those things too, but they could call anyone!” Tom rolled his eyes. Y/n’s gaze softened as she tried to process in her mind everything that was happening.

“Sure they could call anyone, but they don’t. But they call you guys.” Sonic laid his final card on the table. Tom pursed his lips, not really being able to find another viable excuse for himself. Sonic turned to Y/n only to see her with her eyes already fixed on him, tears glittering just behind her e/c orbs. In the heat of the moment, none of them had noticed the Robotnik-style drone barrelling towards them down the road. It was only when the device shot a typhoon straight through the window, narrowly missing Y/n’s head by an inch, and embedded itself into the dashboard that they all noticed. Y/n let out a glass shattering scream as she ended up slamming against the side of the backseat, in momentary shock from the near death experience. Tom let out a gasp as the vehicle began to sputter, swerving along the road as the drone began to try and reel the truck in. Sonic, however, was still locked inside their heated debate as he stood up on the seat and stared down at Tom.

“You know what? I was wrong, you’re not the Donut Lord at all. You’re more like the Jerk Lord!” Sonic sneered, his anger getting the better of him. Because of Tom’s inability to control the erratic movements of the truck, Y/n kept getting tossed around in the backseat like leftovers getting shoved into the back of the fridge.

“Can you not see the typhoon literally stuck in our dash?” Tom cried out in annoyance. The drone increased its velocity, causing the truck to go slamming into the fenders on the side of the road. Y/n yelped as she got tossed to the opposite side of the truck while Sonic got thrown out the window.

“Sonic!” She screamed, fear filling her veins as she quickly shoved her head out the window to check on her friend. Luckily, he was alright, clinging onto the hood of the car for dear life. But something was… off.

“I was forced from my home. Your home is perfect and you’re leaving it. Why would you do that?” Sonic cried out, his body becoming full of electric blue bolts of energy. His eyes began to burn a luminescent blue as he stared at Tom, his emotions causing the adrenaline to soar above normal levels. Y/n watched with wide eyes as the electricity cast a blue shadow across her face.

“S-Sonic, you’re… glowing!” She stuttered. He quickly looked down and gasped.

“No, no, not again!” Tom quickly slammed on the brakes after giving him a slight warning, but Sonic’s grip wasn’t tight enough as he came flying off the hood, straight over the car.

“Sonic!” Y/n’s voice got lost in the wind as Sonic curled up into an electric ball of energy, and slammed underneath the tire of the Robotnik drone. She watched in pure awe, half of her body hanging out of the truck by now, as the drone went airborne. Her mouth fell open as Sonic disappeared behind it just as the drone crashed into the pavement. Tom quickly made a sharp U-turn, practically tossing Y/n out the window in the process as they quickly made their way back. Before the truck even slowed down to a stop, Y/n kicked the door open and raced out towards the drone, ignoring her father's yells to get back in the truck.

"Sonic!" She screamed, trying to calm her panicking mind. Her footfalls skidded to a stop as she finally found Sonic lying on the ground. "Sonic?" She gently touched the side of his face, a move that startled him awake. He let out a slight groan, clutching his head as she quickly helped him up.

"I guess I had a bonus life," he joked. Y/n let out a laugh, even though there were still tears in her eyes. Sonic gave her a reassuring smile and gently squeezed her hand. It was only then that he realized the damage had caused and let out a joyful whoop. "Oh my god, are you guys seeing this? I took that thing out!" The hedgehog jumped up onto his feet and began doing the floss in order to express his excitement, making Y/n laugh beside him. Even Tom chuckled from his position behind the wheel.

"How are you not dead?" He called.

"I have no idea!" Sonic cheered, doing a bunch of exotic spins.

"Emergency Vial Removal initiated." Sonic and Y/n froze. His emerald eyes met hers in confusion, and the two slowly turned to face the destroyed drone.

"Did that thing just-"

"Yeah, it just spoke…" Y/n nodded, lifting herself onto her feet and slowly approaching the drone with caution. As she began to grow closer, a little divider suddenly opened between the mechanics of the drone, revealing a small metal box. She tilted her head to the side in confusion. Sonic was by her side in seconds doing the same thing.

"What is that?" He asked. Y/n shrugged, but for some reason she felt a compulsion to take it. Like it was meant for her. Hesitantly, she began to inch her hand towards the box, glancing around the other mechanics skeptically in case there were any defense agencies waiting to strike. Fortunately, there were none. She quickly snatched the box out of the divider and turned so that Sonic could see it too.

"Fancy," he breathed. "Open it!"

"What if it's a bomb?" Y/n asked uncertainty, eyeing her friend. He sent her a knowing smirk, placing his hands on his hips.

"When was the last time someone put a bomb in a metal box?"

"Fair," Y/n sighed. She hooked her thumb underneath the opening, and her breath hitched with the anticipation. Counting down from three internally, once she finally reached zero, she flicked the box open.

They gasped in horror.

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"Oh gross!" Sonic scrunched up his nose as he held up one of the glass vials. "It looks like piss!"

"I don't think it is," Y/n shook her head, holding up the other one to the light. There were two little vials with corks sitting snugly inside the box. One was the shade of, well, urine, and the other one was an ice blue. As they were inspecting the flasks, Y/n noticed the white labels on the bottom of the vials. Her mouth dropped open.

"What? This doesn't make any sense..." The one she held had one big word listed: Y/n, her name. The words "Emergency Reversal" were listed in a much smaller font beneath it. She turned to look at Sonic's and saw that it was the exact same thing, only it was Sonic's name on the top. The two stared at each other with wide, confused eyes.

“What does emergency reversal mean?” Sonic asked. You could practically hear Dr. Robotnik flipping out as he watched the two begin to start remembering on his screen. One of his main jobs had been to make sure that those vials never got lost, and what did he manage to do? The one failure in his life and this was it?

Y/n opened her mouth to speak when a loud whirring sound suddenly came from the crashed drone. She slowly set the vials back down in the box and watched with worried eyes. Sonic must have had another one of his feelings as his heart began to pound in panic, his first instinct being to get Y/n as far away from this thing as possible.

“We gotta get out of here!” Without any warning, he swiftly scooped Y/n up into his arms (with the box still snugly held in her hands) and sped off back to the truck. He gently set Y/n back into the backseat just as Tom was picking up speed back down the road. Her face turned bright red with his carefulness and the fact that he had picked her up bridal style in order to protect her. She shook her head, blinking her e/c eyes rapidly in an attempt to shake the butterflies going insane in her stomach. Sonic got settled back into the passenger seat and they both turned to look out the rear view window. They had turned just in time to see what looked like a miniature version of the drone pop out from it’s underside and make its way after the truck like a starved and love deprived child.

“I think that drone just had a baby,” Sonic voiced his thoughts, green eyes wide. As Y/n’s eyes followed the baby drone’s advancements carefully, a very faint sound suddenly invaded her ears. She stiffened, looking around the inside of the truck in confusion. Tom was focused on trying to control the vehicle while Sonic was keeping an intense eye on the enemy, calculating what his next move would be in order to save them. As she looked around, she began to notice that it seemed like the noise wasn’t any random noise, it was a song. No words, just vocalizing.

High and low, then high and low again. Short and mystical, but it was there. “Do you guys hear that?” She asked, furrowing her brows.

“Hear what?” Tom looked confused.

“I don’t hear anything,” Sonic responded, keeping his eyes trailed on the baby drone as it lifted its top to reveal some sort of shooter. It spat out what looked like a heavy metal plate with bright red lasers littering its surface. You would have thought it might have just skidded across the pavement, but it seemed to have a mind of its own as it made its way at a steadily increasing speed towards the truck.

“Look out!” Y/n yelled, hugging the metal box to her chest. At the sudden closeness, she realized just as Tom swerved the vehicle that the singing was coming from the box. Sonic climbed into the backseat with her and slid out into the bed, giving her a reassuring smile when she quickly reached for his arm, fear in her eyes.

“What are you doing?” She asked, her hair blowing into her face.

“I’ll be fine,” he told her, looking back at the drone.

“Where’s he going?” Tom called back. Sonic grit his teeth in slight resentment.

“Just drive the car, I’ll handle this,” he jumped over the tailgate, making sure to hook his arm over the edge so he didn’t fall off. “And if I don’t make it, just ditch me. You seem to be good at that.”

Sonic watched with close eyes as the drone spat out three more of the disks, jumping off the tailgate at just the right time so he landed on two of them. Y/n stuck her head out the window once again and could do nothing but watch in amazement as he skated towards the drone on the things that it was trying to use to kill him. Her eyes widened as he smirked, expertly flipping off of the plates while grabbing one in the process and landing on top of the drone, looking straight into the camera.

“Hey everyone and welcome back to my live stream! Today I’m showing you how to destroy robots. Step one!” And he stuck the plate onto the camera, causing it to instantly malfunction. He sped back into the truck, landing safely on Y/n’s legs as she climbed back into the truck.

He. Was. Amazing.

“That was incredible!” She cheered with him as they watched the drone, shorting out, practically commit suicide by swerving to the side and dying. Even Tom was grinning as he looked back to see Sonic’s job well done. Unfortunately, it was very short lived as yet another drone came racing out of the other one’s side. Only this one looked like an extension of one of the tires with an added bonus of a camera and some personality traits.

“This guy really needs a hobby,” Y/n groaned, slamming her head against the seat in annoyance. As the drone came nearer to them, she suddenly got an idea. “Dad, can you do me a favor?” Tom quickly unbuckled and switched spots with Sonic, telling him to keep the car going straight. No, it probably was not the best idea to let a hedgehog drive, but Y/n was twice the size of him and needed someone to hold onto her and make sure she didn’t go falling out of the vehicle.

She quickly kicked open the door and grabbed Tom’s old baseball bat that he had kept sitting on the floor of the backseat. Her veins were pumping with adrenaline as she carefully climbed halfway out of the car, hooking her foot into the tiny slot where people could put their stuff but never do of the truck. The wind caused her hair to go flying around her face as she tightened her grip on the bat, making sure that Tom had a good arm wrapped around her waist and the other tightly holding onto her leg.

The drone neared the car once more, protruding spikes in an attempt to pop their tires. A surge of anger went through her as she grit her teeth, swinging in for the kill only to miss.

“What the fuck, get over here you little piece of trash!” She growled. For once, Tom didn’t say anything about her language. Probably because he was thinking the same thing. Sonic suddenly swerved the truck to the right, glancing over at Y/n worriedly.

“Quick suggestion, try rolling yourself up into a ball and smashing it with your body,” he attempted to try and lighten the mood. Tom let out a yelp as he swerved again, nearly sending Y/n out the door. She gritted her teeth and attempted to swing again.

“Where’d you learn how to drive?” Tom yelled angrily.

“From this manual, it’s happening right now!” Sonic yelled back excitedly. Y/n went in for another strike, letting out a frustrated groan as she accidentally hit the gas cap instead of her intended target. Was it just her, or was the drone looking smugly at her? It didn’t even have a face, but the feeling… the feeling was there. That asshole.

“Bring it in closer!” She called.

“What?”

“Hit the brakes!” Tom yelled. It took him a couple tries, but once he found it and slammed it on, it sent both the drone and Y/n slamming into the side door. She let out a slight groan in pain, but refocused on the advantage and swung as hard as she could, letting out all of the pent up anger and frustration she had been keeping in for years on the little robot. It let out a small whine, struggling to keep upright, and then finally crumbled onto the road. A small smile grew onto her face as she let out a whoop, Tom reeling his daughter back into the car and giving her a tight hug.

“You are never doing that again,” he told her, overjoyed that she was safe.

The joy ride wasn’t over yet, however, for as soon as the trio had finally gotten back into their regular positions and settled down, yet another drone came floating by Sonic’s open window.

“Aww,” he cooed at the tiny little drone the size of a horsefly. “This one is cute, let’s keep ‘em.” The second he finished his sentence, he instantly regretted it. Y/n let out a shriek as it began the slow process of cutting off the roof of the car with what appeared to be very small, but very dangerous lasers. Smoke and flames began to slide over the windshield as it made its way around.

“Come on!” Tom cried in annoyance.

“Seriously man, take up knitting or something!” Y/n groaned, batting at it as it came to her side. Finally, the entire roof was taken off, flying past the truck bed and landing somewhere that would probably get someone else in a car accident. All three let out a scream from the impact.

“You’ve got car insurance, right?” Sonic asked worriedly. To make matters even worse, and because Robotnik has nothing better to do with his free time, another helicopter robot came flying into view. This time, Sonic was able to catch it. Y/n leaned in closer behind him as she watched him inspect it.

“Buzz off,” he scoffed, detaching the wings from the tiny body. The second that the two were separated, the body began to emit a rapid ticking sound.

“Uh oh,” Y/n’s heart stopped. “Beeping isn’t good.”

“What? Beeping is never good, get it away!” Tom cried out, alarms ringing off in his brain. There were already wanted signs of his and his daughter’s faces all over town, the last next thing he needed was to have the two kids in his care wind up dead on the side of the road. Sonic made many attempts to shake the thing off, but they were all futile. It seemed like the bot had some sort of imbedding device as it stuck onto his glove like velcro.

“I can’t get it off!” He cried out, even Y/n trying to help him take it off. Tom quickly pulled over off the side of the road. The second they were near the woods, Sonic flew out of the car, trying every position he could think of to try and get it off. Finally, he stopped, looking around in confusion.

“Did I get it?” He asked, standing with the bot glued to his furry blue forehead.

“No,” Y/n jumped out of the car and ran over to him, followed by her father. She used a tissue to remove it from his head and threw it as far as she could, but it remained stuck to her hand. Her breathing became rapid as she struggled to shake it off, Tom grabbing her hand and holding it still so Sonic could peel it off. In a matter of very stressful seconds, he was finally able to take it off, setting it down on a rock. Y/n breathed a sigh of relief next to him.

“Haha! Nailed it!” Sonic cried out, holding his hand up for a high five. A sigh of relief escaped from her lips as she held up her hand for him, the two standing a bit too close than they should have been to the rock.

The ticking finally came to a stop and the bomb exploded, taking Y/n and Sonic with it. The world went black for the two as they crashed into the ground.

The only sound to be heard was Tom’s frantic screaming.

♡ a.a.

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jenniferyoung · 4 years ago

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name: jennifer young age: 38 fc: laura vanderroort time in charming: life long occupation: trauma counsellor side: devils positive traits: + valiant, + fierce, + loving negative traits: - worrywart, - insecure, - stubborn children: one boy, 22 years old siblings: one older brother

trigger warnings(please read them carefully, her background is very dark and traumatic): kidnap, abuse, implied rape, teen pregnancy, traumatic child-birth.

this is gonna be really long and i’m sorry. if you actually read it all i’ll give you a cookie

✹ early life was pretty simple, even with a dad and brother in the MC

✹ plans to graduate and go to college to study archaeology

✹ that got yeeted when she was kidnapped not long after her 16th birthday

✹ jenny had been walking home from a friends when she was grabbed from behind and knocked out

✹ she woke up in a basement with her hands and feet chained to the bed. loose enough for her to move around and sit up but not to get free

✹ her captor? turned out to be a man who she’d been seeing a lot of in the last weeks. random encounters that seemed so innocent until right now

✹ he was quite young, late 20′s maybe but he was absolutely insane. completely infatuated with her and thought that by kidnapping her, he could have her for himself and they’d have a happy life. loco maniac with big temper issues

✹ naturally she did try countless times to escape but would be quickly slapped down, only for him to cry and apologise afterwards, “why did you make me do that” as though any of it was her fault

✹ once the abuse turned into physical touches, that’s when her tears dried up and her mind began to go into autopilot. not to mention the drugs he forced down her throat to keep her subdued really took away a lot of her will to fight

✹ it had been two whole months when she finally started accepting her fate. nobody was ever going to find her and as if the man could see that light go out in her eyes, that night he pinned her down and raped her in spite of her pleas

✹ he even had the audacity to call it love

✹ she was pretty much broken after this. especially since she had been a virgin, so imagine how traumatised she was when another 2 months slipped by and she realised she hadn’t had her period

✹ it had been his plan all along, he wanted a family with her because he was convinced “you’ll love me eventually”

✹ it would have been easy enough to break completely but in the following weeks, something really strange happened. instead of focusing on the trauma, on how used and disgusting she felt, she focused on her growing bump

✹ hours alone in the dark, she began to talk to it, as though somehow it was a comfort to them both

✹ the first time she felt it kick was the first time in months she had a spark of life behind her blue eyes. so she did fall in love, not with her captor, but with her baby

✹ at first she did try to hate it, this thing growing inside her that she didn’t ask for but she couldn’t. how could you blame an innocent life for how it came to be?

✹ the following months, she began to put on an act. starting with a smile now and again that looked genuine, to a laugh at one of the mans jokes. making him believe he was winning, that she was slowly coming around to the idea of being with him

✹ for the most part, it worked. the abuse stopped, she convinced him to stop drugging her because it wasn’t good for “their” baby

✹ the plan was to eventually convince him to unchain her. he agreed to unchain her feet, which was a start ( and a relief considering the metal had long since dug right into her ankles )

✹ she waited a few more days but before she could ask about her hands, she felt the first signs of labour

✹ newly terrified, she literally cried and begged him to call an ambulance because holy fuck

✹ obviously he refused and she spent the next 30 hours in excruciating agony. something was not right

✹ she was bleeding, trying to fight the urge to push because her whole instincts were telling her not to, but it was no use

✹ four pushes and a whole lot of banshee screams later, she birthed a baby boy whom she begged to hold instantly, if only to take him out of the mans hands

✹ beautiful. the second he started to cry and looked up at her with his blue eyes she knew there wasn’t anything or anyone she’d ever let hurt him

✹ somewhere between the mixture of emotions, she hadn’t realised that she was starting to bleed out and the panic returned

✹ frantically, she tried to tell the man that he needed to unchain her and take her to a hospital and to her almost shock, he agreed. like he was actually concerned that she was going to bleed out and die if he didn’t.

✹ it was practically impossible to get up the stairs and even harder to hold her son against her chest whilst looking with double vision for something she could use as a weapon

✹ the glimmer of something shiny caught her eye and in a burst of bravery and energy, she grabbed it (a shiny vase on the table top) and swung it around, smashing it off his head

✹ thank god it must have knocked him out for at least a few seconds because she managed to get to and out the front door

✹ that’s when she realised she was still in charming. not only that, but she could see the clubhouse from where she stood & so she ran (hobbled, hopped, nearly crawled w/e) bursting through the doors like something out of a horror movie, dirty and bloody and instantly on her knees because she couldn’t support her own weight anymore

✹ her father, brother and a couple other members instantly flew to her aid. it had to have been nearly a year since she went missing and now here she was, holding a baby and about to die

✹ “he’s mine” was almost all she could manage to whisper as she had no energy to stop one of the guys taking him from her “don’t let him touch him, don’t– don’t let him” don’t let the captor touch her son, is what she meant

✹ it was barely a second after everything turned black and when she woke, it was three days later and she was in hospital. safe

✹ she only asked once about the guy and got the reply from her dad “it’s been handled” presumably she left a good trail of blood for them to find the source. but she never did dare ask, had she killed him with the vase? or did they. not that she cared.

✹ she only went over her ordeal once with her parents, her brother and the mc’s president at the time and then she told them she never wanted to relive it. which suited them just fine because they couldn’t have the guys dead body getting tied to them.

✹ so the only alternative? was to say she had ran away, that she fell pregnant and that’s why she stayed away until she got scared and came home. cue the judgement from the towns snooty bitches

✹ it was a fight and a half to keep her son, with a mother who wanted to support her decision but a father who was adamant she wouldn’t be able to cope

✹ it got overly extreme, she threatened to end her own life if he had her baby taken away & went on to explain that her son was the only thing that kept her going in those months

✹ she wanted to raise him, teach him to be kind and be a good man and to her relief, her father relented

✹ she named him liam because she always recalled someone telling her it meant “unwavering saviour”

✹ the next five years were tough, but she never gave up and she never quit. she focused her energy on her son, on learning to handle her ordeal in a healthy manner. her father paid good money for her to see a trauma counsellor, one out of town who wouldn’t ask questions they didn’t have answers to. the only rules? never tell them her real name (she posed as someone called lucy) and never name the man so it could never be traced back to them

✹ it was an uphill battle and to be honest, even now sometimes it still is

✹ she was inspired by the way the counsellor helped her and decided that’s what she wanted to do with her life now, so she went back to school and studied for a degree

✹ she’s now a qualified trauma and ptsd counsellor with her own office in the hospital. she also does a lot of fundraising for charities that feel close to her heart. domestic violence, etc. etc.

✹ when she was 25, she finally spoke out at a charity auction she’d organised for survivors and it was hands down the scariest thing she’d ever done. but she did it because she wanted to help young girls see that there was always a light at the end of the tunnel. that you’re not defined by your trauma ( she had to tweak a couple facts, such as saying it happened out of town and that the guy got away )

✹ sooo yeah, she’s one tough bitch now. taught herself how to fight and yoo she kicks ass. got a lot of her confidence back and made damn sure she was raising a good boy

✹ there is literally nobody on this earth she loves more than liam and even though he’s 22 now, he’s still very much her baby and her saving grace

bop bop bop there we have it. *hands you a chocolate chip cookie*

connections:

friends

enemies

exes ending on good or bad terms

fwb or past hook ups maybe

someone she councils would be great

her soN liam would be even better. i visualise him as brandon flynn if he could work for you. alternatively, joe keery or dacre montgomery? it’s negotiable

her older brother would be great too

or any mc members who were around at the time her trauma happened

life long besties who would also know the truth whilst everyone else assumed she was some dumb slapper who got knocked up

anything elseeee

#charming.intro #about #TRIGGERS: stated just above the read more - please read them carefully this is some dark stuff

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fromsolowithlove · 5 years ago

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Like a Sucker Punch - Complete

WARNING: REAL PERSON FANFICTION w/ Adam Driver & Daisy Ridley (Daiver)

WARNING TAGS: NSFW, INFIDELITY, CONSENSUAL INFIDELITY, EMOTIONAL INFIDELITY

Summary: Daisy gets in her head and tries to ignore unresolved feelings for Adam throughout the filming of the Star Wars Sequel Trilogy and the events that surround it. Each chapter inspired by a song from the lovely Sigrid.

Words: 11.2K

Rating: Very much E. NSFW. Unless you have a very understanding boss. Or are self-employed.

Ultimately decided to post the complete fic here on Tumblr as well, cause why the hell not? This little fic baby got its start here first anyways before moving onto AO3.

Again, this isn’t for you if you can’t stand the shipping of Daiver. In no way does this reflect my deep dark conspiracy theories. It’s just my work of FICTION. A fun outlet. An angsty rom-com, if you will, starring two people with fantastic natural chemistry.

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Chapter 1 - Strangers

“How about a twenty, folks?” JJ called for a break after deciding something wasn’t quite right about the scene they were filming. Rey and Kylo’s kiss had to carry the weight of three movies worth of waiting. Everyone involved knew its scale. It couldn’t be half-assed.

“Let’s make it a tight twenty,” Adam clarified.

Daisy sat up first, letting her chest fall over her legs. She inhaled a deep breath as she felt the fatigue of the past week settle into her bones.

Adam reached for her hand and pulled her up to a standing position.

“I wish JJ would give us a little more in terms of what he wants,” he muttered.

Daisy pulled her mouth into a tight smile and replied, “Well you know what he said. He wants us to decide how the moment should go. Says we know best about how our characters would have felt finally getting to this point.”

“And yet he’s obviously not happy with whatever we’re giving him.” Adam’s voice rose, but he relaxed his shoulders and tried to shake it off. “Sorry Dais, you know I’m not frustrated with you.” He offered her a small smile in repentance, his mouth barely angling up, but eyes filled with warmth.

Daisy playfully slapped his chest with her open hand. “Uh-huh. SURE.” She turned to walk away, smiling to herself as she heard him let out a low chuckle.

She walked off to the side, picked up her water bottle and raised it to her lips. She let it absently fill her up as she stared at Adam across the way. She couldn’t believe the warmth that was developing in her stomach again. Her cheeks followed closely behind as the familiar flush returned. She wanted to slap herself.

Leading up to this point, Daisy had thought herself finally over him. Had she and Adam shared intimate moments during their prior years filming together? Of course. Skellig Michael was an especially treasured moment. After all, there had been such a small group of cast and crew present. It had made it easy to pretend this wasn’t some crazy heavy-budget movie that was resting on her shoulders. “Don’t go through the crew like wildfire!” Carrie had warned. And she hadn’t. Adam wasn’t the crew. He was her co-star. And did she know in her logical mind about the infamous co-star syndrome? Of course, she did. She quickly reminded herself of a time back at Tring Park. She had started feeling a deep fondness and attraction to her costar back in Romeo and Juliet. But just as her lines and blocking points had faded from memory with time, so had her attraction.

This thing with Adam, however, had not. And it angered her. Confused her. Made her unsure of whether she could trust herself. Made her question if she had it in her to continue a career as an actress. Would she fall for every costar she ever had? Jeez, wouldn’t that be embarrassing? No one would want to hire a walking lawsuit waiting to happen. A little voice deep inside had always told her that she was a fraud. That she didn't deserve to be in the presence of the great actors that she called friends and coworkers.

“You know… I’ve got this friend who’s working on casting ‘Into the Woods’. I could throw your name her way. I see you as the perfect Milky White.”

Suddenly, Daisy was snapped back to reality by a teasing voice to her right. She raised her eyebrows and side-eyed the man who had been occupying her thoughts.

“What?”

“You know. Because you just finished that water bottle in one swig and cows really love water,” Adam began to explain.

“I thought that was camels?”

“Nope. Cows.” He paused for a brief moment before adding in, “Yeah, definitely cows.”

“You’re an odd one, bestie,” she teased.

“And yet, you’re still here.”

As if I had a choice. Trust me, I’ve been trying to put up my distance, she thought.

Before she had a chance to respond with another snarky response, JJ called an end to their break.

Another deep breath.

“Shall we resume the most frustrating scene ever, then?” she asked Adam.

He shuffled his feet and gazed out to the side, refusing to meet her eyes. “Very true. I honestly didn’t think it would be this hard.”

“Ehhh, it’s all me. You’re perfect as always, Adam.” She blushed and ran off, chiding herself for acting like a stupid school girl.

Despite her embarrassment, the break must have helped. Only a few takes later, Daisy found herself in the most comfortable staring contest with Adam. It was a moment that she wished she could have frozen forever.

Except that she shouldn’t have been thinking of Adam. She should have been thinking of Ben.

At the realization that she was letting her personal feelings bleed into her acting, she wrinkled her nose in frustration. “DAMN IT," she shouted. "I’m so sorry everyone! This next one is it, I swear.”

Adam reached over and placed his hand over hers. He gave her a small smile and she quietly cursed her heart. Its increasing pace threatened to give her secret away. “It’s okay," he said. "I feel it too. We’re almost there.”

Both of them were right, and JJ declared the last take as “THE ONE”. The room erupted with whooping and hollering. Everyone began circulating with hugs, thank-yous, and high fives. Daisy second-guessed going over to Adam, but knew it would be even more telling to avoid him.

When she reached him, she did her best to give a small hug. Adam, however, wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her in tighter.

“Well, it’s been great,” she started. “Thank you so much. It’s truly been an honor to work with you, Adam.” Her eyes started to well, knowing things between them would never be the same again. Hell, they hadn’t been this whole time.

“Hey, look, I’m sorry.” Adam’s words were barely louder than a whisper.

“For what?”

“You know. For everything. For making things weird between us. I, I never should have -"

“Never should have what?” she challenged. Should have let me fall in love with you? Treated me like I was yours? Let me believe we could ever be more than this great act of pretend? Those last thoughts rattled at the gate of her mouth, but remained hers to keep.

He glanced down, unable to handle her gaze that begged him for words he couldn’t say out loud.

“I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about Adam. It’s been nothing but the best professional experience.”

He winced, and for a moment, Daisy almost felt guilty. But the anger and pain returned swiftly. She felt all too happy to have made him feel what she imagined to be only a small fraction of her own torment.

“To our amazing leads!” someone toasted a few feet over. “I’ve worked on a lot of movies, and it’s rare we get two incredible actors like you both. You made me believe I was watching a true relationship unfold, not just two really well-acted characters. To Daisy and Adam! To making us believe in the unreal.”

Everyone cheered in agreement around them and Daisy felt her heart rise up to her throat.

Exactly Dais. The unreal.

Suddenly, it was all too much to handle and Daisy could no longer stand to be around anyone. She gave them all a quick glance, muttered thanks and ran off. Once she returned to her dressing room, she turned her speakers back on. She started laughing through runny tears at the irony of Sigrid’s lyrics that filled the space.

When the curtain drops

Our touch is just a touch

Not like in the movies

Our story’s after the end

Like strangers

Perfect pretenders

We’re falling head over heels

For something that ain’t real

It could never be us, eh

Just you and I

Chapter 2 - Mine Right Now

Two Years Earlier

“Amazing work, both of you! Now go do something fun. Relaxing. Happy. Today’s scene was so emotionally taxing. I couldn’t bear to be responsible for any dark spiraling that follows today.”

“Oh, it's really alright. I take full responsibility for my own dark spiraling, Rian,” Adam joked.

“Well true as that may be, I am serious. You've both earned a night of not thinking about work. I'll see you tomorrow.”

Rian gave them both a quick hug before leaving them to finish gathering their things.

Daisy cleared her throat before she could back out. “So, what do you say, Driver? How about a little drinky poo?” She wiggled her eyebrows at her co-star suggestively before bursting into laughter.

“Sure. As long as you promise not to judge me for ordering a cocktail.”

Praying that her face wasn’t showing her utter shock, she continued to push her luck. “You’re kidding! You never go out! With the crew. With me. Mysterious Adam Driver slums it with Daisy Ridley? What would the missus think?!”

“Dais…” She watched as he ran his hands through his hair, certain that she had crossed a line.

“Sorry. So sorry. Uncalled for.”

“I just don't like to talk about Joa-, my wife a lot.”

Of course, he didn't. Not with coworkers at least. She was kidding herself to think they were anything more than that. Trying to salvage the situation, she asked, “Too late to throw in my white flag?”

He stared at her longer than he ever had outside of filming. “Not at all. But let's head out before it gets too late. I've got an early training session tomorrow.”

Relieved that she hadn't completely blown it, she felt her heartbeat pick back up. This was really about to happen. She was going to be alone with Adam and, by orders from the boss man himself - prohibited from talking about work. “Right, of course. I'll meet you outside in five?”

He gave her a small nod before turning to leave her to her things.

Her bag was already packed, but she used the next five minutes to compose herself. Tonight would be uncharted territory. Her relationship with Adam had grown into a fond friendship over the last two years. And so had her attraction to him. She rationalized it to herself as the intimacy of a truly trusting professional relationship. After all, they had to trust each other with abandon to pull off the demands of stunts and emotional scene work. Still, somewhere deep down she knew that for her, this was more than just trusting a coworker or friend. On the other hand, she could happily say that she wasn't the only one guilty of flirting now and again.

When she met him outside, he led her to his car. She was tired beyond her wits and grateful to have him drive.

“Where to?” He asked. “The Bridge Bar?”

“No. That's where the crew always goes.”

“Don't wanna be seen with the big bad villain, huh?”

“Yes. I mean, no!” Words escaped her as she tried to explain herself. “All I mean is that...I agree with Rian. Today was a lot. And I'd rather not have to socialize with anyone at the moment.”

“Oh. I can drive you back to the hotel, then. I just thought...since you had asked...that -”

“I'm trying to say I just want to be alone with you!” she blurted.

“Oh.” Her frustration built at Adam's sudden lack of articulation and her blatant confession.

“God. That sounded creepy as hell. Please, can we forget I ever opened my mouth? Just take me to get a drink somewhere, Adam. Anywhere but the Bridge Bar. Please.”

His eyes met hers for only a moment before he drove off with a quick nod.

The drive couldn't have been more than fifteen minutes. Yet somehow, it was both the longest and shortest stretch of time. Adam, apparently still shell shocked by his pushy costar, hadn't said anything to her. Well, except to point out a few key places of local history. Fear brewed in her stomach as she resigned herself to the fact that he would probably call his agent after this. He would make his agent promise that he'd never have to work with someone as unprofessional as her again.

The silence was good for one thing, though. She figured her career and their relationship, working or otherwise, were both soon to be over. So she used the time to check him out free of shame. She focused first on his hands. The way his fingers tapped like a pianist against the steering wheel at every stop. It made her wonder how they would feel tapping against her skin. His legs were still too large for the space, despite his seat being pulled back to the furthest setting. In fact, if she were to straddle him right now, she'd likely slide right down his thighs. It'd bring her right where she wanted to be, pressed up against his hardness. She pictured the intimacy of that position, how his face would be easily within her reach. How she could run her hands into his hair and bite down into his full lips. She'd be able to watch him lift an eyebrow at her, just like he was doing now.

Oh shit, like he was doing now. He had definitely caught her fantasizing about him.

He looked thoroughly amused. “Everything alright?”

“Course.” She refused to accept defeat and wrinkled her nose in defense. “Now stop staring at me like... THAT and let's go!”

An hour later, she was on her third pint and Adam was still nursing his first cocktail. She looked from his face to his glass and back.

“You make me feel like an alchy!”

He let a low chuckle. “I told you, I've got training early tomorrow. If I go any heavier than this, I'm going to regret it. Just trying to be responsible.”

“How about this right now? Coming out with me. Is it part of your plan to be responsible?” Oh...so aggressively-honest, drunk Daisy was here to play.

A small shake of his head. “ Honestly? Still haven't decided.”

“Is that why you never hang out with me?”

“No. You've just never invited me before.”

“That's not true!”

“In groups, yes... But you know me. I don't do…people. Large groups, anyways,” Adam shrugged.

“Does that mean if I had asked you and it was only us, you would've said yes?”

He chuckled nervously. “Well, I'm here tonight, aren't I?”

She poked him in the shoulder and elicited a small OWW. “I'm honestly quite mad now. That's critical intel you've been keeping from me. We could've been besties by now!” she whined.

“Besties, huh?”

“Yes, that's right.”

“Ok. Then we’re besties. Anything you want.”

Before she could catch it, the small suggestion escaped in a rasp she didn’t know she had. “Anything?”

He gulped and met her eyes. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just her giving in to years of repressed wants. She slowly got up from the table, still holding his gaze. She turned and started toward the back of the bar. The jury was still out on whether it was to leave the burn of his stare or to initiate something incredibly risky.

There wasn’t enough time to consider her motives when she felt her body go on high alert. The darkness of the hallway intensified all her other senses. She knew it was him even before his hand slid across her back to grip her waist. It was the way he walked so gently to avoid disturbing a space. The way he took slow calculated steps in consideration of everyone smaller than him.

Instead of turning her toward him, he closed their gap and brought his mouth down against her ear. She braced herself for the warmth of his lips but shivered as he spoke. “I’m a simple guy, Daisy. I don’t do games. I told you that you can have anything you want. And right now, I want to kiss you. Is that what you want?”

She turned around and tilted her head back to accommodate for how much bigger he was than her. The urge to wrap her hands around his neck was almost magnetic, but she fought it. It was possible that she might not survive the electricity of feeling his skin under her fingers. His hands slid down to hold her by her hips, apparently just as stubborn as she was to avoid making the first move. Hurried breaths reached her ears but she didn’t know which of them it was coming from.

She felt him studying her face and instinctively bit down on her lower lip. He seemed to acknowledge this movement as an agreement. Before she could brace herself, he said “Fuck it” and crashed against her mouth.

As soon as he felt her melt into the kiss, there was nothing tender about his attack. Her fingers laced into his hair, urging his tongue to press harder against hers. Adam lifted her up and slammed her back against the wall. At this angle, there was no doubt that he wanted this as badly as she did. She rolled her hips against his and the groan that escaped his mouth filled every hollow of her body.

It was more than she could have ever imagined. Tongues fought for dominance as they battled to memorize every curve and point of each other’s mouth. But it wasn’t enough. Now that she knew this need wasn’t one-sided, she was greedy and was going to take what she wanted.

“Bathroom,” she muttered against his lips. He understood immediately and walked them into the first door. Her bottom still sat against his forearms and legs wrapped around his waist. Once they entered, the lock of the door signaled more danger. The heat at her core grew.

She whimpered as he set her down, lamenting the loss of his body weight against hers. Her annoyance didn’t last long, though, as he flattened his palm between her legs.

“Let me make you feel good.”

“Already there,” she huffed out.

“Trust me, Dais.” He smothered her with another cardiac arrest-inducing kiss. “This is only the surface of how good you and I can feel together.”

With that, he invaded her leggings as his middle finger ran up and down her wetness.

“Oh god. Adam, I-I. Please don’t stop.”

He continued his slow teasing as she watched him swallow. “I told you. Anything you want. But not even the apocalypse could stop me from stroking you right now.”

She laughed at him. “Only you could make me feel this turned on and ready to burst with laughter at the same time.”

“Only actively trying at one of those right now,” he grunted. “But happy to help.”

Her smile quickly faded as her chin dropped and a moan broke free.

His finger ran its way up to her clit before sliding back down to push into her entrance.

He absorbed her moan with his mouth and flicked his tongue against hers. She imagined him repeating the motion where his finger was now working. She clenched but soon released. As close as she was to the edge, she wasn’t willing to let him off this easily.

She rubbed her hand against the hardness threatening to break the fly of his pants. He closed his eyes and let out a small whimper. She slowly pulled back, reaching to bring her leggings down to her knees. She turned to bend over against the sink.

“Please, I need to feel you inside me.”

She watched as Adam moved toward her slowly, each second that she waited for him feeling like torture. His hand found her entrance again, now sliding in two fingers. He pumped into her slower this time, leaning over her smaller frame.

“You’ve got to be crazy if you think I’m gonna fuck you here in this bathroom. I’ve thought about this for too long to end it with a quickie. Let’s go back to the hotel.”

She worked her hips against his hand for a bit longer before accepting defeat. Immediately, part of her worried that he was using this as an excuse to break off whatever this was. But another part considered what could happen within the walls of a hotel room.

The drive back felt like punishment. The only thing that stopped her from worrying was the fact that she felt the buzz of his need for her in the air. Every glance he threw her way was full of hunger. She thanked all her lucky stars that he had only had one drink. Having to walk back to the hotel would’ve taken even longer and would’ve surely put a stop to this.

Once they got to the hotel, they navigated the lobby and hallway with caution. They both knew to keep their distance. Without discussion, she led him to her room, making out with him as soon as his tall frame was through the threshold.

Hands on his belt, she inched backward toward her bed. Suddenly, she felt Adam pull back.

His hands ran through his hair, a sure tell of his discomfort.

“We shouldn't be doing this. I've been so good at trying to keep things professional between us. From the very first table read, I saw you and knew I had to be careful. It helped to remind myself that this was your first big film. But this second film has been different. So much more comfortable. Like we’ve known each other forever. I find myself constantly wanting to be around you. Telling myself that you’ve got no reason outside of work to spend time with me is a daily routine. But then you invited me out and I got high on the thought that someone like you might want me, too. But I let it get too far. This was a mistake. I should go.”

She couldn’t believe the audacity he had to tell her those things. Her face flushed, no longer from being turned on, but instead from anger.

“Well fuck you, Adam. You're a FUCKING COWARD!”

He matched the disgust in her voice. “I'm fucking married, Daisy.”

“Oh, I'm well aware. Every day that I pretend it's only my character that's pulled toward you? I remind myself you're married. On the days we don't work together and I sit wishing you were there with me? I remind myself you're married. It might as well be tattooed on my bloody tongue considering how many times I have to tell myself. So don't pretend you're doing me a favor by telling me something that does absolutely nothing to stop me from wanting you !”

She panted with exasperation.

“It should.”

“Well, it doesn't. I’m not asking for forever, Adam. I’m just asking you to be mine right now. I know how this plays out. I always have. And spoiler alert, in no version of our story does it end with you and I walking hand in hand through a hardware store, picking out wallpaper for our future child's room. It does, however, always end with me in England and you going back to HER,” she spat out. “So either hand me that bottle of tequila so I can forget this ever happened or be a man and finish what you fucking started. ”

The hunger was back in his eyes as they dared each other to blink first.

“I'm going to hell for this,” he said through gritted teeth, taking a step toward her.

“I'll see you there,” she smirked.

Clothes flew off in a race as they stumbled onto the bed. She laid back and gasped when she saw how big he was.

Adam worked to cover her entire body with kisses that she was convinced would leave marks. “I have to tell you something.”

“What’s that?” he asked absently, lightly grazing her nipple with his teeth.

She struggled to focus, her desire battling with any coherent thoughts.

“I have a, a condition” she breathed out between moans.

“Ok,” he acknowledged, moving on to treat her second nipple to the same attention.

“It-it makes it painful for me to take anything...anyone...too...OH MY GOD. Too deep.” He blew against her nipple as she tried to finish. “And... I think ...you would get very deep.”

A smirk stretched across his face. “Then you let me know if it’s too much.” His fingers found her folds again, dripping with her need to feel him. “How should I take you?”

“Any way you want,” she breathed out. “I’ll let you know if I can’t handle it.”

Adam began to look around and she realized what he was looking for.

“Oh. And I, uh, have an IUD because of the condition. It’s actually easier for me to take you if you don’t wear a condom.”

He growled, then grabbed his length in his hand and began rubbing himself against her opening. She could feel her need coating him. She lifted her hips and he accepted her offer with a slow thrust into her center. He filled her like no one had before, except maybe a toy her sister had gifted her as a gag gift.

“Daisy…” he moaned, his solid biceps holding himself up to keep from penetrating her too deeply.

He stayed there just like that for a while, wrapped by her and taking short breaths. Knowing that he was probably nervous to hurt her sent a pang to her heart.

“I. You. You feel so good. You can give me more,” she pleaded. “Not deeper, just, it feels so good when you slide in me.”

Still balancing his weight over her body, he began to fuck into her faster. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve rubbed my cock wishing it were you around me,” he said.

She squeezed in response. He responded by pulling out and sliding back in agonizingly slow.

Her patience had left her from the moment he touched her in the bar hallway. She began to move her hips in a figure-eight motion, urging him to leave his mark in every part of her. He took her hint and picked up his tempo, being happily rewarded with her repetitive moaning of his name.

Adam stared at her, his gaze unwavering. He had a unique way of making her feel nothing and everything all at once. It was a feeling she could get used to, even feel possessive over. And with that thought, she cursed herself for confusing this for something more. She zoned back into reality and pushed against his shoulder while using her hips to flip him over. He groaned in delight at the position change and she ground into his hardness. Anxious to rid the moment of any sentiment, she began bouncing up and down along his length. He ran his hand up her thigh and over her hip. He continued to move inward until his thumb found her clit, palm still resting flat against her stomach. God, the size of this man was enough to make her come.

Feeling her pick up speed, he urged her on. “Come for me, Daisy. Let yourself go on this hard cock. You love how hard I am for you, don’t you?” He continued rubbing soft circles into her clit. Matched with his words, it was enough for her to cry out his name.

She unraveled onto his chest just as she felt him grunt and fill her. Waves of satisfaction continued to pass as they laid together. He cradled her against him as they waited for their breaths to slow.

He slowly lifted her off of him and turned her to face him. He kissed her softly and lay his head back against the pillow. His eyes seemed to search hers for answers on how to handle this transition back into reality. Not having a clue, she chose the easy way out and turned her back to him to lay on her side. Adam took it as an invitation for another level of intimacy. Her whole body tensed and released as she felt him lay tiny kisses behind her ear. He worked downwards, finally settling his chin into the crook of her neck. He reached for her hand and laced their fingers together.

She sighed, knowing what she needed to do. “3, 2, 1. Okay. Here goes. I’m about to do the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life.”

“No, you just finished doing the hardest thing you’ve ever done in your life like...two minutes ago.”

“Wow. What a terribly awful innuendo that was.”

“But not untrue?” he teased.

“I’m serious. Adam, as much as it pains me to say this. I think you should go. This was truly...unbelievable. Like, really, really, good. But like I said, I don't expect anything else from this. From you. But if you stay the night...I just might get confused.”

“No.”

“No? Not really up for debate. Go.” She used all her strength to push the giant out of her bed.

He stood but didn’t make any movement to get ready. “I won’t.”

She threw on her sternest face and blinked slowly. “I’m saying you have to.”

Undeterred by her insistence, he stroked her cheek with his thumb and settled it against her lips. “Shh, you’re mine right now.”

That was enough to make her give up her fight and pull his face down to hers. They resumed their earlier position as he turned her onto her side. His body spooned hers protectively and he planted a gentle kiss against her shoulder. It seemed to be his new favorite spot. Her stomach dropped and filled with fear and guilt. She closed her eyes and hoped that sleep would come soon - knowing it was too late to avoid the crash and burn.

Chapter 3 - Don’t Feel Like Crying

Daisy’s alarm went off on her phone as she dragged the starched hotel pillow over her head.

“Shut up, you!”

She fumbled to find the source of her disturbance and squeezed until the ringing stopped. It was still dark out and she didn’t know who she had pissed off to be called in at such a god-awful hour.

She was being dramatic.

In actuality, she knew she hadn’t angered anyone. Strange hours were a well-known consequence of her chosen profession. But she also knew her internal body clock wasn't wired for this.

Over the past month, Daisy hadn’t spent more than three nights in a single bed. As she glanced in the mirror, she could see it was beginning to take a toll on her. She adored the world of professional acting - but, the press and promos? Not so much. I’ll be looking 40 before I even turn 30, she thought, reaching for her eye cream.

She moved like a zombie through her hotel room, choosing vegan snacks and a tea tumbler in place of brains. Today was going to be another long stretch, but in a few more days, it would all be over.

Over. What a strange concept that was. She allowed herself to think back to the very first press tour for The Force Awakens. It was all so new and exciting back then. It had been nerve-wracking of course, but there was also something so special about that time. Her heart twinged as she remembered that year with fondness. In spite of the whirlwind of interviews, red carpets, and photoshoots, she had formed new bonds. It was a time of getting to know her castmates, crew members, hair and makeup artists.

And him, her ugly conscience reminded her.

Right. Him.

He had slightly more experience than her when it came to the press, but that didn’t make him hate it any less. Like her, he had never done anything on so large a scale. The pressure to be someone that both kids and adults could relate to was a different kind of terrifying. Naturally, they had latched onto one another. Her delightful inexperience with the industry offset his social unease and aloof tendencies. They would find ways to make each other laugh after answering the same question for the tenth time that day. Late nights were spent walking through foreign cities in disguises. Forced together by a job, they had become close friends.

And then there was the filming of The Last Jedi. Friends soon grew into something more. There was a closeness between them, the kind one would find between childhood mates. A sense of protection and duty to the other. Yet, too fused with desire to call it platonic. There was no proper label for what they were. Not when there was a stifling awareness of their complex situation. After that first night together, they had spent a few more weeks in a bubble of their own. It wasn’t all smiles, but it was all theirs.

Still, she wasn’t wrong when she had told him, “In no version of our story does it end with you and I…”

They had both seen the ending from the start. He had tried to pull away before it even began. She had tried to protect her heart by keeping it fun. In the end, none of that did anything to lessen the pain.

“Daisy,” he whispered over the phone. She could tell he had been drinking. The sun was beginning to wake London which meant it was the middle of the night in New York.

“Joanne’s pregnant,” he forced out.

Any other time, she would have made a smartass comment about his voice cracking. But now, no words rose.

She heard him take a few more breaths as if he was going to say more. When she continued to sit there in silence, he began again.

“I know we were supposed to meet up but –“

It was too much. Daisy hung up the call and threw her phone onto the mattress, watching it bounce onto the floor. Her body shook violently as tears spilled out. A buzz against the hardwood signaled another incoming call. She didn’t need to look to see who it was.

“FUCKING HELL!” she screamed into the empty apartment. Unintelligible cries came out in waves, sounding more hoarse and strained as they went on.

Minutes, then hours passed until she finally went numb.

“Excuse me, miss? Are you alright?” Somehow, Daisy had made it from her hotel room into the elevator, whose doors now opened to the lobby. She wondered how long she had been stuck here in her memories.

“Oh, yes. I’m so sorry to hold you up.”

She left the elevator and threw on a smile. This is your dream, Daisy. Remember? The wound is where the light enters. The wound is where the light enters.

The day had been a blur of photoshoots, interviews, and trials for tomorrow’s premiere look. In theory, she should’ve been very tired by now. Yet, she lay on top of her covers nursing nervous energy. What did she have to be nervous about?

Besides everyone hating the movie that you’re at the center of? she thought.

It seemed her old friend, anxiety, was right on schedule.

She considered heading to the gym. Maybe she could work off the negative energy. But this was Los Angeles, not London. She was sure to be mobbed, disguise or not. Her phone vibrated on the side table and she reluctantly stole a glance.

Joanne will be with me tomorrow at the premiere. Looking forward to seeing you. - A

The nausea and shortness of breath that followed confirmed a fear. She was, in fact, nervous about more than just the reception of the film.

---

“Come, everyone! I need more selfies to remember you all by!”

It was a fact that no one could ever deny Joonas his selfies. There were kind people in the world, good people, even - and then there was Joonas. Daisy paused mid-conversation with John to squeeze in for the photo. Adam turned around from his discussion as well and offered her a small smile. Her stomach felt like it was filling with helium until she shook her head and body into submission. She responded with a small “hello” before turning her gaze to Joonas’ phone.

Joonas studied the photo with pleasure and brought his friends in for a quick hug. He asked them what they had been up to since they last saw one another. Their answers went unheard when his manager came to steal him away. John's agent soon followed and he checked in with Daisy with his eyes. "I'll see you in a bit, Peanut?" She feigned contentment and gave a small nod.

The unease washed over her again when Daisy was finally alone with Adam.

He cleared his throat. “You look beautiful, Dais.”

“That’s very kind, thank you. You look quite handsome as well.”

Pleasantries continued and she hardly recognized the words she was hearing. She and Adam despised small talk. This wasn't them. But then again, "them" was a long-forgotten memory.

At the realization, Daisy sighed and dropped her guard. Her eyes darkened. “Why did you text me, Adam?”

“Oh. I wasn't sure if you had received it.”

“Why,” she repeated, losing her patience.

“I don’t know. I thought you should know. That you might...want to know?” He was starting to gesture his hands wildly and she knew she had caught him off guard. “I...after the way we left off at the end of filming...I thought you might want to...prepare yourself? But that was presumptuous of me, I’m sorry. You’re clearly okay. Very okay. ”

When she didn’t respond, Adam scratched the back of his neck. “So uh, I got a chance to see bits of interviews you’ve done. You didn’t have to say all those nice things, you know. Especially after everything that happened.”

“Why not? There’s no point in lying. Also, it’s strange,” she paused. “Cause you see, whenever I’m in an interview and someone asks me something, and I go oh! There was that one time that Adam and I - And at first I would think, God, you can’t share that, Dais! You’ll look like a lovesick puppy. All the headlines will read, Daisy Ridley, a Fool for Her Co-star? But then I decided that I didn't care. That as long as I had all these memories, really fun and dear ones - it meant that it was real.”

“Of course it was real.”

She led him into a smaller hallway. This conversation was never part of the plan, but she knew that any news of it could hurt both her and Adam in a way that would be unsalvageable.

“How can you be so sure? You’re the one who walked away.”

“That’s not fair. You never gave me a chance to figure it out.”

“Bloody hell, Adam. There was nothing to figure out. When you called me to tell me you were going to be a father, you’d already made your choice. You only called because, in some sick, twisted way, you were hoping for my permission. You needed me to tell you it was okay.”

“No, I needed you to know how complicated it was.”

She took a deep breath and turned to face the wall. “The wound is where the light enters. The wound is where the light enters,” she whispered.

"What was that?"

She turned back, ignoring him and taking in his contorted expression. She straightened her spine and began. “I promised myself I was past this. So yes. It WAS complicated. But now - it’s not. There has to be something there for things to be complicated.”

“It’s still complicated for me,” he bit out.

“Please...just stop. Look, you were right. Just like always, you’re right. Between seeing you here and being sent everywhere to perform a dog and pony show, I’m not okay. Not even close. But being out here doing all this right now? The promotion and press - it's somehow the only thing helping me keep it together. As long as I’m busy, I don’t feel like crying."

He continued to stare at her but didn't venture a response. It seemed he no longer wished to argue, just listen.

She went on. "Don’t get me wrong. I understand how stupid I sound, whining about all of it. I understand the immense luck I’ve had that I get to do this for a living. You taught me that. But...I think I just need to be home for a bit. Need to lock myself up for a while. Sure, I’ll keep grinding it out and praying that someone sees me beyond this...circus. Get employed and all. But I just need a break.”

His eyes hadn’t left hers, so she broke the contact and spoke at her hands which she'd been wringing unknowingly.

“So please, let me go out there and do the old song and dance. Hug my friends, say goodbye to the role. Then I’ll go home to London and we'll never have to see each other again.”

“You can’t know that," his voice emerged, shaken by the finality of her statement.

She smiled gently and raised her eyes once more. “But I do. Everyone does. You and I no longer run in the same circles. You are...a force of nature, Adam. Like the ocean. You're reckless. Dangerous. But so damn beautiful to watch. Leaving a mark on everything you touch simply by being yourself. Me though, I'm just a rock that got swept up in your tide. Inevitably and forever changed by you, but unable to leave any impressions in return.”

She felt the heat forming behind her eyes and turned to leave before small droplets betrayed her. He grabbed for her hand but she pulled away in time. "Don't go," he whispered.

She turned with a final glance. "Thank you for everything, Adam. I don't regret a thing. But you don't get to decide things for me anymore."

Chapter 4 - Home to You

The sea air assaulted all her senses and she closed her eyes to let it wash over her. For the first time in months, she felt like she could breathe without struggle. Sure, the air was humid and rain was guaranteed to be waiting in the wings. But, it was freeing to be outside with absolutely no agenda.

She laughed.

That wasn't entirely true. She did have an agenda. But it was one all her own. This visit was all about leaving the bubble that her life has become, even if just for a few moments. It was about moving on. About liking herself again.

She had planned this trip a couple of months ago. She would have forgotten about it had her sisters not reminded her.

“Hush your beak, Dais,” Kika said. “You’re being absolutely ridiculous.”

“Am I?"

“Completely. You're not going to die a miserable, lonely, spinster.”

“I didn't say miserable and lonely!” She glared at her flesh and blood.

“Both of you. That's enough,” Poppy chimed in. “But Daisy, I do agree. Just because it sucks right now doesn't mean you're out of luck for the rest of your life. You made the right choice.”

“Breaking off an engagement. I'm the quintessential dumb millennial,” Daisy groaned.

“No, dumb would've been ignoring your true feelings. Your energy deserves to exist unbound. So do you.”

“But I don't feeeeeel unbound. I feel like some sort of gross hairball just stuck there waiting to be coughed out whenever the cat deems ready.”

Kika snorted and Poppy soon followed. Both her sisters unraveled into fits of giggles. After throwing a pillow at Kika's head, Daisy joined in.

The night had gone much like this. Tears, giggles, refill wine glasses. Repeat.

Daisy caught her breath from the laugh attack and sighed. “So what do I do now? Shut everyone out and vanish to a secluded place to find myself? ‘Eat Pray Love’ this out?”

“That's not a terrible idea,” said Poppy.

“I was only kidding. Mine isn't exactly a life you just walk out on without heavy speculation. Not even Joaquin Phoenix quit acting successfully.”

“Always the drama queen, Dais,” Kika muttered with a roll of her eyes. “But maybe it wouldn't hurt to take a vacation. Just a small one. Go. Grab your laptop. Let's find you someplace nice.”

Where to go? Where to go? she thought to herself. Her sisters chimed in with suggestions but she insisted on making the choice herself.

In a fog of restlessness, hurt, and nostalgia, she clicked away to her heart’s content. Thirty minutes later, she shut the lid. “Done,” she smiled, feeling victorious.

After reading the confirmation email the next morning, she considered canceling it. Choosing to travel there was a bad idea. Her finger hovered over the button as she thought about it more. There was a possibility that this could be the closure she needed to begin the next chapter of her life.

“Good morning!” a man called out. Daisy snapped out of her daydream and greeted the man she assumed was her driver.

“We're heading to Dingle, correct?”

An inhale. Then an exhale. It's too late to back out now, she told herself. “Yes. Thank you so much,” she answered with a smile.

---

A week and a half had passed since she had arrived in Ireland. She sat with her morning tea and sipped it, taking in how at peace she felt. She felt like the old Daisy, again. Or maybe a new one. It was hard to tell. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt so present in a moment.

Her stay hadn’t been all magical. The prior week was a different picture in all respects. Like torrential rains, Daisy was never at balance. One second, she felt euphoria from being in one of her favorite places. The next, only bittersweet flashbacks of memories to a time spent with someone who wasn't hers.

Phone in hand, she stared at the photo of the cliffside she had snapped on her drive the day before. It was nondescript enough - and she wasn't in it. But he would know where it was.

She only had a few days left before going home and she had been toying with the idea of reaching out to him for closure. During a sob-filled emergency phone session, her therapist had assured her it wasn’t necessary. But Daisy wanted to. Was determined to. Where better than from here, the place they had first fallen into this mess? She wanted to rewrite the narrative and make new memories in this place. She wanted to return home without burden.

Saw this view and couldn't help thinking of you. She deleted the words and tried again. While it was true, she had to establish boundaries. She didn't want him to think she was opening up the door to anything unhealthy. This was about making peace with the past and trying to relearn a friendship with him.

Recognize this? she typed. “That seems harmless enough,” she told herself.

“1, 2, 3, SEND!” Her finger froze. She got up and walked onto the balcony. She hoped some fresh air would give her the nerve. She repeated the countdown again. “You’ve got this, Dais!”

She couldn’t do it. She jumped up and down, shaking her limbs to pump herself up.

“OH SHIT,” she exclaimed as her phone slipped from her fingers. She caught it with a pincer grasp and made a mental note to thank her trainer for her quick reflexes. She kissed her phone in relief.

Then she saw it.

Her clumsiness had done it for her. She had sent the text.

“Well. That’s that, then.” Daisy tucked her phone back into her pocket knowing there was nothing she could do now.

After dinner, she drew herself a bath and poured a glass of wine. Her phone buzzed. She had forgotten to turn off the ringer.

“AGH. Who’s bothering me?” She reached to turn it off but stopped when she saw the notification. Adam had responded. Throughout the course of the day, she had forgotten about her text to him. Or her subconscious was working overtime to protect her if he didn’t text back.

How could I forget? I embarrassed myself soon after with shitty poetry recitation.

Though alone, she blushed. She had taken the photo because the view was breathtaking and so uniquely Dingle. She hadn’t sent it with the intention of reliving that afternoon. But now she couldn’t think of anything but. And the fact that Adam had brought it up sent a pulse straight to her core.

She closed her eyes and slid her hand downward. What started out that day years ago as an innocent request evolved at high speed.

They sat in the rental car staring out at Dunquin Harbor. He had just returned from Cannes to promote Paterson.

“What was filming that like? Quite different than this, I gather?”

“Yeah. I mean, yeah. Different type of film. Very little dialogue -”

“Wait, so actually very similar!”

Adam chuckled. “Paterson was very much a listener and a man of few words. Verbally, at least. His poetry is where the audience learns who he is.”

“Right! Tell me more about poetry!”

He rolled his lips inward. “Uh, what about it? I didn’t really know much going in, but meeting Ron Padgett, the poet who wrote the original poetry in the film was great. And Jim Jarmusch actually studied it in college. So yeah, definitely new for me.”

“So you spent some time studying some of this Ron guy’s work before you went into filming?”

“Among others. But, yes. It was helpful.”

“Can I hear some of it?”

“Yeah...let’s not,” he shied away.

She pulled out her phone and typed in “Ron Padgett poems” as he tried to change the subject. He called attention back to the landscape in front of them. She clicked through on a link and extended her phone to him.

“Here. Read it to me.”

He pulled a face.

“Please? It’s like a table read. But just for me.” She smiled and his mouth mirrored hers.

He squeezed her forearm affectionately before agreeing. “Only a little.”

“I’ll take whatever you want to give me,” she smirked, feeling quite pleased with herself.

“How to Be Perfect. By Ron Padgett."

“Get some sleep.” His thumb began stroking her forearm.

“Don't give advice.” He grazed his fingertips up her arm to draw circles around her shoulder.

“Take care of your teeth." A small kiss to the corner of her mouth.

“And gums.” Another to the opposite corner.

“Don't be afraid of anything,” his mouth met her temple.

“Beyond your control.”

“Don't be afraid.” A gentle stroke of her hair.

“For instance,”

“That the building,” he traced the line of her clavicle.

“Will collapse.” His fingers teased the sensitive skin of her neck.

“As you sleep.” A kiss to the shell of her ear.

“Or that someone - ” A quick bite of her lobe.

“You love,” he kissed her mouth tenderly.

“Will suddenly drop dead.” A small smile pulled at his mouth.

He took his hand and ran it down her body, stopping where her legs met.

“Eat an orange every morning.” He lifted her dress.

“Be friendly.” He teased her now with his index and middle finger in a V, rubbing soft strokes against the outer edge of her desire.

“It will help make you happy.” He brushed his hand across her clit and her breath caught in her throat.

“Raise your pulse rate.” Another brush.

“To 120 beats per minute.” Then pressure.

“For 20 straight minutes.” He rubbed up and down slowly.

“Four or five times a week - ” She raised her hips to grind against him faster. He laughed and removed his hand.

“Doing anything - ” She whined.

“You enjoy.” He returned his hand.

“Hope,” a finger pushed into her.

“for everything.” A deeper exploration of her.

“Expect nothing.” He withdrew himself.

He dropped the phone and took her face in his hands. He took her mouth like a man drinking his last sip of water before heading out into the scorching desert. His hand slid back down her torso, reading her need for release.

She put her phone down and let her own fingers roam downwards. She sighed as she softly teased herself, trying to mimic the light touches he had used. Ok, so closure may be harder than anticipated , she thought. Resigning to try again tomorrow, she put the phone down to focus on her pleasure. A reply could wait until then.

---

When she gathered the courage to respond to him the next day, she was filled with relief. Their exchange was easy and amicable. The familiarity comforted her like a childhood blanket.

She continued to update him about her trip. He laughed at the right moments and chided her the way any good friend would.

I don’t want to leave 😢, she typed to him.

Where are you headed next?

Home. I fly into Heathrow tomorrow. I’m not ready to be a proper adult again.

Ehh, I don’t think there’s such a thing. We’re all just faking it.

Thanks, friend. Any suggestions for my last night here in good ol Dingle?

A huge bacon cheeseburger.

You suck.

She laughed at his teasing. This was good. A healthy good. She wasn't even upset that she had to pack the mess that had accumulated over her stay.

---

Daisy walked off the plane and blinked in succession. There was Adam, attempting to look inconspicuous in a hoodie and sneakers.

“Oh. Hey, Adam. Are you...stalking me?”

“Kind of. I asked Kika for your flight information.”

Her phone started ringing. “Oh. This is awkward, but I've got a driver waiting to pick me up. It’s really nice to see you? But I have to go.”

He laughed nervously. “I...was kind of hoping you would let me go with you. I've got no other way of getting back.”

“Uh. Sure. Why not?”

---

An hour later, she thanked the driver and headed up to her apartment. Adam trailed behind with her bags. She unlocked the door to her apartment and gestured for him to enter.

“So, what brings you to London?” she began.

“I’m actually in France for the next month filming for a Ridley Scott movie.”

"Heh." An awkward laugh. “I knew that. I don’t know why I asked. I just didn’t wanna sound like a stalker. Then again, you showed up waiting outside my plane so I guess we’re both creepers now.”

He smiled. She melted.

“So...I’m not gonna lie...when I got your text - ”

“You know what?” she interrupted. “Hold that thought. This is kind of rude of me to cut you off. You’re a guest in my home and all. But I really need to do something first. And it’s going to be very awkward but just bear with me through it. Okay? Please?”

“I’m the one who intruded on your day so please, go ahead.”

She took a deep breath and looked him straight in the eyes. Be strong, Dais, she reminded herself.

“When I was in Ireland, I wrote you a letter.”

“Oh.”

“It’s going to be a lot, but I don’t know that I’ll have the balls to read this again. And right now, for some godforsaken reason, I feel like I can do it.”

“You don’t have to if you don't want to.”

“No, I’m going to.”

“Okay. Should I...turn around?” he suggested.

“No no. Just go ahead and sit down.”

Adam looked down, shifting his gaze from one edge of the chair to the other. He was already seated but was too polite to note that. “I will sit.”

Daisy walked over to her handbag and pulled out a paper folded into quarters. She hoped he didn’t notice how worn it looked. Proof that she had fumbled with it more times than necessary. If he noticed, he didn’t say anything. She offered him a silent thanks for that.

“Actually, I think I’ll turn around,” she muttered.

“Whatever makes you comfortable,” Adam said.

Her pulse was racing. “Here goes."

"Dear Adam,

I’d be lying if I said I’m not heartbroken right now. I know the last time we spoke, I told you I was past it, but we both know that was just me trying to put some distance between us. I’m gutted even thinking about the way you asked me to stay. It makes me want to cry all over again (which I’ve been doing a lot of over here).

It’s been REALLY hard to make all my feelings go away, which is the reason I’m writing you this letter. I’m desperate to do something, anything, to get proper closure and move on.

Saying goodbye to you feels like saying goodbye to a part of myself. That’s silly, though. What’s that saying? You can’t lose something that was never yours? Trying to let you go feels like trying to quit an addiction. Which I guess makes Dingle my rehab center (a really lovely one though).

Looking back at everything with 2020 vision (haha, get it? 2020?) - I was fucked from the start. Meeting you was completely life-altering in a way baby Dais could have never expected. You were so REAL in a blur of superficiality. Latching onto you felt like a way of holding onto reality. A tether to the tangible when everything and everyone else wanted to turn me into someone I wasn't ready to be.

And I think you felt that too, in a way. Which is how we fell so easily into friendship. I truly do think that what we had started off innocently, and I’m grateful you were there for it all.

But I’m also SO angry with you. I fell in love with you. And you let me. And for that - I want to scream at everyone and everything. IT'S SHIT. I know it’s not fair to place all the blame on you. But I was in my early 20s and the less experienced of us. I misplaced our mutual understanding onto something more. But as someone with a wife, you should’ve fought harder to push me away. Why didn’t you? Why didn’t you insult me until I hated you? Why did you say nice things to me in private and let me play make-believe?

My feelings for you were so obvious that anyone could have seen them from a mile away. I suspect most did. I was so hopeful that if I was patient and attentive, you might drop everything for me with a grand gesture. But eventually, I learned that that’s not who you are. I know you’ve struggled with many relationships in the past, both romantic and otherwise. Frankly, I think part of you finds romantic feelings uncomfortable. I don’t say it to be cruel, but I simply care for you and think maybe someone needs to say it. I don’t like that I tried to change you - it wasn’t my place. It isn’t anyone’s.

But onto the positive. Cause that’s what all this is supposed to be about. Typical Dais, unable to stay on task.

Loving you, as painful as it was, also taught me so much about myself. Professionally, being around you made me a better performer. I was so set on being a worthy scene partner. Your instincts always pushed me to find authenticity in everything. Your humbled way of approaching the business is still unlike anyone else’s I've met. I’ll always try to maintain these things as I go forward.

As a...romantic partner? You made me feel seen. As I’ve tried to move on with others, I always felt I’ve had to hide parts of me. Yes, our situation...fuck, let’s call it what it was. Our affair - was based on hiding. But only because of its nature. Behind closed doors, you accepted me in my entirety. The goofiness, the grotesque parts, the darker ideations. I never had to hide these parts with you. So in a way, loving you, then losing you, taught me that it shouldn’t have to feel controlled with the right person. I shouldn’t have to be a budget version of myself to be loved.

If these are truly the last words I say to you (even if not in actuality. Cause I’m a melt and may not even send this). Just a few thoughts. I am so proud of you. The awards and Ben Solo campaign are proof that the world finally sees what I’ve always known. You are a once in a lifetime type of human. I know you hate it - the recognition, but you deserve it. And so much more. I truly hope you’re happy. I know I’m trying to be.

All my love, Daisy”

When she mustered up the strength to turn around, she didn’t know if she was seeing straight. Through her watery eyes, it looked like Adam was crying, too.

“Daisy,” was all he said. He got up and walked toward her, taking her into his arms. Silent tears fell between them, darkening their clothing.

“I can’t lie. When you first texted me, I was shocked. I didn’t think I’d see your name in my phone for...Well, I didn’t know that I’d see it again.”

“I didn’t think I’d see you again.”

“Can I tell you something? It's actually why I came to see you.” He asked.

“Sure.” Her head was still pressed against his chest.

“I don’t expect you to say anything in response, but...Joanne and I separated. My PR will be announcing it in the next couple of months now that award season is over.”

“Oh,” was all that she could say.

“Yeah.”

“I called off the engagement. To Tom. He understood that my heart was never fully in it.”

“He did?”

“Alright, maybe not right away. But yes. He's all moved out. I think we might be able to be friends again, eventually.”

Adam looked around at the apartment for the first time. “I honestly didn’t notice.”

“Yeah, just little old me again.”

The energy in the apartment shifted and Adam tilted her chin up. He kissed her gently at first as if to test the waters. When she opened her mouth to take more of him in, his attack became more fierce. She matched his kisses, though the tears hadn’t stopped. It was a deadly cocktail of heartache, longing, and love.

She couldn’t get enough of him. The ache for him, both his heart and his growing hardness returned. It was like riding a bike. The solace of revealing every last feeling to him increased her desire. She no longer feared the ache of having him. Only the absence of his weight on her.

He carried her into her bedroom and laid her down on her stomach.

She felt him shimmy her pants down her ass. He laid soft kisses on each cheek before sliding his tongue up between them. Her whole body trembled as he explored every forbidden part of her.

“OH MY GOD,” she cried out.

Her encouragement was all he needed. He adjusted her knees so he could access her more easily. A small rub of her clit. A lapping of her juices. Then back to licking up into her from front to back. She had never had anyone taste her puckering hole before. She thought she might come right there. She reached back to pull at his hair and covered him with her release.

He flipped her onto her back and kissed her. She could taste herself on his lips. She had claimed him. Or maybe it was the other way around. Whatever it was, she needed more of this feeling.

She reached out and grabbed his erection, guiding it into herself. It had been so long since she had felt him. She forgot how deep he could feel. She squeezed him in. Further. Then further. His hair fell on his face and she reached up to push it back.

She lifted herself onto her elbows and kissed him up and down his neck. This made him go crazy and he took her with even more force. She felt split in two. He grabbed her breasts as he held his rapid pace. He returned the favor and nuzzled into the crook of her neck.

“So fucking beautiful,” he whispered into her ear.

“ADAM. I’M COMING,” she announced.

She wrapped her legs around his back and squeezed him in one last time. “DAISY. FUUUCK.” He collapsed onto her, their sweat and tears now indistinguishable.

A moment later, she came back to her senses. “Goddamnit,” Daisy said, staring at the ceiling. “That was not supposed to happen.”

Adam rolled over. “Why does it matter? We’re both single now. We can be together.”

“We can’t,” she insisted. “We can't just start over when we, THIS, started from a place of lies and hiding.”

“Who the hell cares, Dais? Whose business is it but ours?”

“Even you know it's not that easy.”

He growled. “I know that none of that changes how I feel about you. People-pleasing is a game for those that lack understanding of their core selves.”

“Ugh. You sound so pretentious!!”

“Well, I'm sorry if I'm a little confused. We're both single and now we can't be together?? Was I only appealing to you when I was married? Help me understand this shit because I sure as hell can't.”

She got off the bed and began throwing his clothes at him. “The fact you would even suggest that is infuriating. You need to go. I've said my piece. That was all this was about. There's no reset button to any of this.”

Fully dressed, he stopped at her bedroom door. He looked ready to punch the wall. At the last moment, he opened his fist. It was almost as if he realized he had done enough damage for the day. Instead, his heavy hand slammed against the door frame.

He continued on and reached for the front doorknob. He looked back at her and she shuddered. She had seen him angry and frustrated, but had never been the one in his sights.

With a slam of the door, he left.

She began crying. So much for closure, she thought. Daisy searched for her phone and debated calling her mum or sisters. But then, a sudden cold sweat came on. She would have to admit what had happened. She dropped the phone. She wasn't ready for that conversation yet.

Sometime later, a knock at her door startled her from her stupor. She panicked. Security knew better than to let anyone up without her prior approval.

She heard a throat clear and then a thud. Much like a stray limb hitting the hard surface. “OW.”

The voice was unmistakable. She opened the door.

She looked at him and stared blankly. Her eyes seemed to ask, What are you doing here?

He extended a dark chocolate bar toward her.

“Hi. I'm Adam.”

“What?” She stared at him like tiny giraffes were dancing on his shoulders.

He shushed her and started again. “Hi, I'm Adam. It's great to meet you. At the risk of looking like an ass...can I take you out? I know we just met, but I have a good feeling about this.”

Finally understanding him, she smiled.

#daiver #adam x daisy #adam driver x daisy ridley #realpersonfic #real person fic #rpf #im literally trying to chase you away if this isn't your ish #daiver rpf #mine #adamsy #adaisy #fanfic

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boyfriend-vernon · 5 years ago

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f i r e w o r k s

g e n r e - s m u t

w a r n i n g s - s e m i - p u b l i c, f i n g e r i n g, b l o w j o b, e x p l i c i t l a n g u a g e

o r i g i n a l c o n t e n t - i did write this and the original that can be found on wattpad at the user ong_seunguwu

o r i g i n a l i d o l - j u n g h o s e o k

a u t h o r n o t e - i tried to include every member. if i missed a member it was not on purpose or out of biased opinion... trust me. in the case that i did miss someone please note that i am sorry and i love all of my boys. also please remember that in all case when you say no it means no! no exceptions!

Sandwiches? Check!

Chips? Check!

Drinks? Check!

Blankets?Check!

You continue your mental list as you gather everything you needed for your day out with the boys. You've been waiting so long for them to come back home from tour, especially Vernon. You two had been friends since your diaper days and watching him grow up to be such a successful person overfilled you with joy and happiness, but it also made you lonely. No longer could you do movie nights, or go out for coffee. No more library meet-ups or bestie days. Nowadays, you could barely hear his voice. He did his best to call you, even managed to send you cute texts from time to time. You can't count on your fingers how many times you had to chastise him because he would try and force himself awake to face time you. He was a sweetheart, no one could deny that. He was the greatest friend that anyone could ask for, but more often than not, you wished he was more.

With a small shake of your head, you grab your things and head to your car.

"No point in getting your hopes up..." You sigh to yourself as you get in your car. You decided that now may be a good time to call him and make sure everyone was ready.

"Hello?" a groggily deep voice answered.

You facepalm as you hear his voice knowing you'd once again forgotten his odd sleep schedule.

"Hey V!" you reply.

"Oh, baby, it's you," he begins and your face heats up. Not only was his sleepy voice sexy as hell, he had never called you that before.

"I was just having a lovely dream about you." he finishes with a deep and tired chuckle.

"Y-you were?" you stutter out questioningly, "What about me?"

You can almost hear the smirk fall upon his lips as he speaks to you. "Well, kitten, there was a lack of clothing on both of our parts and you were pretty quiet since your mouth was wrapped around my c-"

"HANSOL CHWE!" you exclaim loudly, snapping him out of his deeply fatigued stupor.

"Shit, What was I saying?" he questioned shaking his head trying to clear his foggy brain.

"N-Nothing! I'll see you in a bit. I'm on my way! Bye!" You squeak out and quickly hang up your phone, throwing it in the passenger seat. You lean your head against the steering and groan, not so innocent thoughts crossing your mind. With a heavy groan, you start your car and head over to the boys, praying that they were up.

~~~~~~~~~

Vernon lets out a soft groan as he rolls on his bed, trying to make himself more comfortable as he slowly succumbs to the soft lullaby of sleep. Just as he was about to sleep once more, life had to be a pain in the ass. In other words, Seungkwan and Mingyu were up.

"Hansol! Wake up! Wake up!"

"It's almost noon~"

"Aren't we going to see (Y/N) today?"

At that last statement, Vernon shot out of his bed, slipping and almost falling face-first on the wooden floor. How could I be so stupid?! I should've been up by now! Y/N will be here any minute and I haven’t even had a shower! What kind of best friend am I?! With a racing mind, he runs to his closet and grabs a decent outfit for the day and then begins running to the shower, but before he could get to the door, he was stopped once again by the ever-annoying yet loveable mood-makers of the group.

"Hansol... You move so slow!" Mingyu teased "mimicking" Vernon’s supposedly slow walking.

"Shut up! I'm moving aren't I?!" Hansol replies kinda snarkily.

Mingyu cackles and Hansol shakes his head before walking to the bathroom. He lays his clothes over the rack beside the tub and quickly strips. Usually, Vernon locks the door behind him, but he was in too much of a rush to even think about that.

As he rubs the soap lathered washcloth over his abdomen he hears the bathroom door open. He freezes but sighs in relief when he hears Jihoon begin speaking.

"You really should not answer phone calls unless you are fully awake," Jihoon states bluntly closing the door behind him.

"What do you mean?" he questions as he shampoos his hair thoroughly.

"Do you not remember what you said to Y/N?" Jihoon question with an almost audible smirk.

"N-No," Vernon replies opening his eyes to look at Woozi through the shower curtain, "What did I say?!"

He shakes his head, "Let's just say telling your best friend that you had a dream about her sucking you off, isn't the best way to keep the friendship going."

Vernon coughs loudly, "I DID WHAT?!" He screams.

"Yea... Good luck covering that one up Hansol. There is no recovery from shit like that."

"Wow Ji thanks for the vote of confidence," Hansol responds sarcastically.

"Eh, my pleasure," Woozi begins, "Oh you also might find it a little complicated to get dressed without clothes to put on."

Jihoon walks out of the bathroom door to the sounds of Vernon screaming a few choice words that are only being met with cackles from Seungkwan, Mingyu, and Soonyoung.

Vernon finishes his shower angrily. After rinsing off his body he climbs out of the shower and wraps a plain white towel around his waist.

His heart stops when he hears shuffling in his room, followed by the faint singing of a females voice.

"Y/N," he calls out as he approaches his bedroom, "close your eyes."

"Why am I closing my ey-?" you question as you turn around to see a basically naked Vernon in the doorway.

You can't help but stare at the tall man, his perfect figure, and slightly damp and glistening abs.

He blushes darkly and as he fumbles to turn around and close the door he almost drops his towel.

You yelp and drop your gaze as he struggles to rewrap it around his waist. You sit on his bed and look in every direction but him. He walks over to the dresser, the whole time sneaking small glimpses of you blushing. Finally, with a sigh, he walks over to you and leans down to speak to you.

"Y/N I am sorry about what I said over the phone, but it wasn't a lie. I did have that dream and I am thinking about that dream now. I'm also thinking about kissing you. I think I'm going to do that. If you don't like it or want me to, then push me away." Vernon states bluntly as he lifts your chin and connects his lips with yours.

You automatically sink into the kiss. Of course, you wanted him to kiss you! You almost flipped your shit every time he got remotely close to you!

He gently licked your bottom lip before nibbling on it lightly. You opened your mouth and he happily slipped his tongue inside. He placed his hand on the back of your neck pulling you in deeper. You let out a quiet and light moan. As soon as you did he pulled away and looked you in the eyes.

In one swift motion, he was hovering over your body with your hands pinned above your head.

"Y/N?"

"Y-yes V?"

"Will you make my dream a reality?"

"W-what?! Vernon the boys are literally in the other room!"

"If they see it, then they see it. They would probably just be jealous anyways. I know I'd be jealous if I walked in on one of the boys with your lips wrapped around their dick."

"VERNON!"

He chuckled, "C'mon baby, for me?" he prodded kissing your neck.

You blushed darkly, "I-I'll do it."

Hansol smirked, "Good girl."

You blushed as he crawled off of you. You finally got a good look at his erection poking through the white towel. You stood up and grabbed his hips. You turned him so that he could sit on the bed. You removed his towel and somehow your blush darkened even more. He wrapped his hand in your hair and guided your head towards the tip of his cock. You opened your mouth and took the tip in. He let out a quiet and deep moan. He pushed your head down further around his length, letting his head drop back. He closed his eyes moaning in pleasure.

"You feel so good with your mouth around me like this Y/N. No wonder I woke up from my dream so happy." Hansol said forcing his cock to the back of your throat.

You gagged lightly and hummed around him.

"Ah, fuck!" he moaned deeply.

"Such a good little slut, but still you look so beautiful with me fucking your mouth like this." He mumbled out in between moans.

Listening to the vulgar words slipping off of his tongue and smothering you in dirty compliments made you even more turned on than before. He shoved your head down, his tip touching the back of your throat as he came. He let out one long groan. As you were removing your mouth from around him his door opened and Junhui walked inside. You all froze in place. Your mouth still halfway around Vernon’s length, his hand still wrapped in your hair, and Junhui in the doorway mouth agape.

He bowed quickly exclaiming his apologies before running out of the room slamming the door shut behind him. There was screaming and laughing coming from outside of Vernon’s room. He was smirking as you removed his dick from your mouth and stood. You wiped the corner of your mouth and he stood up, wrapping his arms around you.

"We were caught," you mumble in slight defeat.

He chuckles and snakes his hand in between your legs. He doesn't waste time as he pushes a finger inside of you.

"And based on how wet your are, you liked it." He replied thrusting his finger in and out.

"Vernon!" You moan out loudly.

This time he full-on smiles as he adds another finger and teases your clit with his thumb.

"Baby girl, be as loud as you want. I want everyone to hear how I finally got my dream come true," he whispers in your ear as he turns you both around to gently lay you on the bed.

You moan out loudly in ecstasy as he speeds up the thrusts of his fingers and adds a little more pressure to your clit. You forget where you are and it becomes just the two of you.

"Hansol I need more! Please!" you scream out in absolute pleasure and need.

He smirks and adds a third finger. You claw at his shoulders and back as he moves his fingers inside of you. Without a clear warning, you cum around them, screaming out his name. He continues moving them in and out of you until you finish out your high. He removes them and then licks each digit clean.

"You taste delicious Y/N." he compliments quietly.

You blush and sit up, "Vernon I think I should probably get cleaned up."

He chuckles and smiles down at you beautifully, "Let me get dressed princess and then I will help you okay?"

You nod with a small smile and watch him slide on his underwear and a pair of grey sweatpants. He keeps his shirt off and you can't help but admire his toned body. He grabs his towel and helps wipe up the mess you made. Walking over to his dresser once more, he grabs a pair of spandex shorts.

"I don't have any underwear for you to wear, but these should be okay. They are tight enough!" He says smiling and handing them to you.

You giggle and stand up sliding them under your skirt. He grabs your face and kisses you softly.

"Hey, I think I'm in love with you."

"You better be, because I'm in love with you too."

He smiled widely and grabbed your hand, walking out of the bedroom.

As the two of you stepped in the living room Woozi smirked and Junhui looked everywhere but at you. It was Seungcheol that broke the silence with a loud laugh.

"Y/N, I love you, but you could at least try to be discreet!" Joshua said shaking his head.

You blushed darkly, "Shut up!"

This caused Seungcheol to laugh harder. Dokyeom looked kinda confused for a minute before everything clicked.

"Was that you two having sex?!" He screamed incredulously, looking around at everyone.

Him yelling this out made Woozi and Wonwoo lose it. The three of them were all but rolling on the floor. Tears of happiness cascading down their cheeks and Dokyeom looking beyond shook.

"What the fuck Hansol?!" Dokyeom exclaimed. Vernon only smiled.

"It must have been good if Y/N was being that loud..." Jeonghan said teasingly. This called Vernon to smile even brighter.

"You guys stop talking about it!! I'm gonna have the image of Y/N attached to Hansol by the dick for months!" Junhui whined rubbing his eyes aggressively.

"Shut up Junhui! You just wish it were you! Now, will you all shut up and get in the damn car so we can go to the fucking park?!" You exclaim, embarrassed.

Everyone picked themselves up off of the couches, still laughing, or in Junhui’s case grumbling about the image in his brain.

After about 30 minutes of driving, you all made it to a small secluded area within the nearby park. With everyone's help, everything was unpacked quickly. You all sat on the large checkered blanket and ate sandwiches and shared stories. Eventually, you unpacked the football and you and Seungkwan watch the boys play.

"Y/N I'm glad you two are finally together. Granted, I would have rather found out by you just telling us and not your screams from the bedroom." Seungkwan said smugly.

You rolled your eyes but smiled, "I'm happy we are finally together too."

As the night went on and the sun began setting the boys began cheering. You walked to the trunk of the car and pulled out a box of fireworks.

"Alright, boys! Who's ready for the Seventeen Firework Extravaganza?!" You jeered.

The boys hooted and hollered as you walked the box a few feet from the blanket. Minghao was in charge of the fireworks from then on. As the night stretched on you realised this was one of the best moments of your life. Snuggled up on a blanket with your long-time best friend and very new boyfriend. Watching fireworks exploding into the air surrounded by people you love. This was what life was supposed to be like. You turn to look at Vernon, but he is already looking at you. He pecks your lips softly and then turns back to the fireworks.

As everyone sits in silent and content awe Wonwoo speaks, "Life is just like fireworks. We foresee our own possibilities but it shines for a short moment then disappears, just like those fireworks. And that's life."

After a moment Woozi says, "I think I like the way life has become."

Everyone nods and the silence falls back into place. This wasn't just a moment, this was a story for the future.

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best friends to lovers!lucas

request: ok ur SO FUNNY when i was reading ur hyunjin scenario i almost pissed my pants istg ur fckin hilarious !! and could you do like a best friends to lovers type trope with lucas from nct? love ur writing and please go nuts my guy <3 <3 - @nctro

word count: 3.7k

a/n: djfhgkhdj thank u sO MUCH everyone who compliments me on here makes me blush dhbfkhsbdk anywhom I actually enjoyed writing this so much mainly because I love big dumb boys and Lucas is one of those !!!! I hope u like it bby<3

warnings ?: cursing and brief mentions of underage drinking

okie doke babe

l e t s d i v e i n

let’s set the scene fellas

you’re in like the second grade right

boys are: disgusting and mean

but this is when you meet your bestie !!!!!

lucas was a new kid all the way from china and he was , the only boy you’d ever found cute

(i mean y’all have seen those baby pics oh my gOD HE WAS SO CUTE)

and when the teacher introduced him he was obviously a bubbly kid but none of the others in your class seemed to warm up to him

:((((

later when you all are at recess he keeps trying to join the boys but they won’t let him because as previously stated

THEYRE MEAN AND GROSS

he looks so so sad and lonely and you’re a Sweet Baby Girl so you go up to him and ask if he wants to play w/ u :)))

he’s so excited !!!! hooray !!!!!!!!!!

you guys play house and BAM

BEST FRIENDS FOREVER

your friendship lasts all through elementary school !!

even in fourth grade when you guys were in different classes he would come find you at recess and your moms would arrange play dates :))))

middle school was,

middle school

we don’t talk abt that

all you need to know is that it was embarrassing

and yeehaw we’ve made it thotties aLL THE WAY TO SENIOR YEAR

let’s do a brief summary of 9th-11th grade

9th grade:

lucas is taller than you but only by a little and his voice breaks every other sentence

his ears are still too big for his body :(

you are a late bloomer and still look 12 but you’re , TRYING YOUR BEST

you guys have about half of your classes together but remain really close since you eat lunch together and hang out after school too

lucas attempts to join the basketball team

he . doesn’t make it and is v upset so you have to come over and comfort your Pitiful Man Baby

he cries a little and ouchie yOUR HEART hurts

but then he’s like u never saw that THOT

and so you are forced into silence rip

10th grade:

lucas FINALLY gets his permit halfway through the year because he fuckinh forgot to do it last year and you’re TERRIFIED but it’s fine

you’re starting to look more like a female and less like a fetus congrats !!!!!

lucas has now grown to almost 6 feet tall what the FUCK BRO

he grew at least 6 inches over the summer and you don’t really notice until one day you’re like uhhh excuse me since when are you half a foot taller than me

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

and this boy LORDS his height over you

purposefully places things where you can’t reach it so he can be like

*tips fedora* m’lady , are u in need of assistance

after this you have perfected the art of pinching his arm til he screeches

also his voice has gotten sooooo so so deep

like okay darth vader CHILL OUT

with all this height though he is even clumsier than before

it’s like he forgets he’s now a giant 15 yr old

he’s always covered in scratches and bruises so you’ve taken to carrying disney princess bandaids

they’re disney princess because you thought it would embarrass him and encourage him not to get hurt but

he loves them so it didn’t work rip

he tries out for the basketball team again and genuinely makes it based on height alone

i mean the boy can barely dribble but ??? he can learn i guess

he calls you when he makes it and screams for 45 seconds straight

you don’t know wtf goin on so you’re like oh mY GOD ARE U OKAY

and he’s like yES BITCH I MADE THE TEAM

and then you scream for 45 seconds

next time you see him in person you tackle him with a hug and he lifts you up and spins you around because wow !!!!! so happy !!!!

11th grade:

ah, yes

the year of PARTYING

you always go to parties together and switch who’s dd each time

eventually more friends start coming with you so that you can both get drunk tho ayy

but for the first couple times it’s either drunk lucas half draped on you as you drag him home or sober lucas carrying your lightweight ass to the car

he’s a real one so he won’t say anything about the time you were really drunk and got separated from him so you stood on a table and screamed his name til he came and snatched you down lmao

lucas has reached full height as well so he’s like, so much bigger than you

also he’s gotten so much better at basketball and is practically the star of the team

you go to every game and cheer as loud as you can bc that’s your BOY

puberty is Complete for you and you look female and everything!!!! go off queen

lucas is now on Protective Mode since you’re really cute and a very agreeable drunk and under no circumstances will he allow you to be taken advantage of

NOT on my watch- lucas

alright we’re gonna make senior year the present timeline bc

YOLO

lucas is officially more popular than you

BUT

he actually sticks around because he’s The Best

okay also this guy just keeps getting larger

like he got all tall but THEN

he was doing basketball so much and just genuinely enjoyed doing sports in general that our boy was thicc with two(2) got damn c’s

you don’t notice that much until he gets into a habit of throwing you over his shoulder whenever you won’t pay attention to him

and it’s , unnerving how easily he does it

he’s started wearing shirts that show off his, eh hem, assets

long story short he’s hot as fuck and even you see him and you’re like DAYUM

also every female in your school is. ALL OVER HIM

it’s hard to walk next to him in the halls because people genuinely shove you out of the way to get next to him

at first you just kind of let it happen and he didn’t notice the first few times

that made u hella emo :(((((

but now he INSISTS upon holding your hand and dragging you behind him through the crowds

you highkey blush the whole time and everyone is all ArE yOu GuYs DaTiNg ?!/&:&:$

lucas is like NO.

:))))

ouchie

you start overthinking things because ??? would it really be so bad to be dating you jeez

you’re not terribly ugly or anything ???

at least you don’t think so

oh my god he thinks you’re ugly and annoying and he hates you

self hatred commence in 3,2,....... someone play the icarly theme song

you lowkey start distancing yourself and he himself is busy busy bee so

you start seeing less of each other :/

and you miss him soooo so much (this is your own doing BITCH) but it doesn’t even seem like he misses you at all wtf

he’s just having a great time w/ his basketball boy(friend)s and everyone loves him and you’ve been hashtag left behind :(

he really didn’t mean to he just !!!! has so much going on aaaa

and like in his absence you start realizing a lot of things

like how much you actually liked his cringey ass flirting

you would always smack him every time he was like “oh sorry, just got lost in ur eyes what did u say :3”

you miss his hugs because they were really rEALLY GOOD

he tucks you under his chin and squishes you or he’ll just wrap his arms around and pick you up

your feet just ???? dangle

you miss when he would show up at your house at like 11 with a bunch of shitty foreign films and force you to watch them with him

you miss when you both would fall asleep in a pile on the couch and he would wake up and carry you to bed

because he’s an angel THATS WHY

anywhom

you miss everything about him and you just are so upset that he doesn’t pay that much attention to you

it gets WORSE when you notice some other girl hanging out with him

and she’s prettier than you and apparently good enough for his attention when you aren’t and you’re just so full of

what’s the word

JEALOUSY.mp3

go listen to jealousy by monsta x

but obviously you’re not going to acknowledge that because what’s a good friends to lovers story without a hearty helping of denial

he still tries to hang out with you so you guys do see each other in class and at least a couple weekends out of the month but :(((

it’s nowhere near how close you were

it all comes to a head when one day you’re walking in the hall and it’s hella crowded

way worse than usual

and in the center of the crowd is

you guessed it :’-)

our boy yukhei

and he just asked this girl to the winter formal and she’s nodding and smiling and hugging him and he’s smiling too and you

gotta go

your eyes are already starting to water and you start skirting around the edges of the crowd to get to a bathroom

one of your other friends jeno who also plays with lucas on the team sees you and smiles and lifts his hand

but it immediately shifts into a frown when he sees your face

he reaches out to grab your wrist and asks if you’re okay and what’s wrong

you just bring your other hand up to sloppily wipe at your watery eyes and whisper that it’s nothing

the hand he’s got in his grasp has started to shake and he looks really worried so he tugs you around the corner until he doesn’t see anyone around

and he turns to look you in the eyes all Serious

“alright. spill”

and you just

BURST INTO TEARS

he panics and hesitantly puts an arm around your shoulders to pat your back

you just press your forehead into his shoulder and cry

it’s a short cry though because although we are dramatic out here we aren’t doing The Absolute Most

you pull away and wipe your eyes and take a few deep breaths before you apologize

jeno smiles sadly and pats your head and says it’s okay and that he hopes it helped

you stand there for 37 seconds exactly in silence

jenos been counting

and then you let the cat out of the bag

you adMIT FINALLY !!!!!

that you are really in love with your bff/sort of ex-bff and you’re really jealous and sad because he doesn’t even CARE about you anymore

at first jeno is quiet but then he starts laughing

and he won’t stop

and you’re like if you keep going i’m going to cry again please i’m so sensitive

and he shuts up immediately and is like o_o

but then he grips you by your shoulders and is like hEY

“guess what”

“god jeno i am really not in the mood”

“no for real guess what the fuck is up”

“what is up ???? what is up you asshole ???”

“yukhei is in love with you too”

you scoff and roll your eyes

“this is a really lame attempt to make me feel better”

“no really i��m not even lying i swear he talks about you all the time in the locker room and he literally thinks you’re an angel”

“okay but its platonic as hell like obviously we love each other after all these years but he doesn’t like ME in the way i like HIM”

“how do you know??”

“how do YOU know ?????”

“,,,,,, you got me there”

you pat his shoulder and you’re like listen i really appreciate you trying to make me feel better but it’s time for me to accept my fate

now you and lucas still text semi regularly and send each other memes and stuff

but you just, cut him off because you physically can’t move on if you interact with him at all you LOVE this boy

he def notices and texts you a few times like

y/n ??? hello? is your phone broken?

but when you stop waving back at him in the hallways and actively avoiding him he realizes you’re not talking to him

and this poor boy cannot for the life of him figure out why

he doesn’t UNDERSTAND

god he’s dumb but we still stan

he figures you want him to leave you alone so he just stares at your forlornly from afar

this just pisses you off bc like wtf nOW YOURE GONNA PAY ATTENTION TO ME ??????

a couple weeks pass and it’s time for winter formal

yay.

you’ve been dragged here by jeno who is SURE that something important is gonna happen tonight and lucas is gonna Fix Everything

yeah OKAY

SURE

you may not want to go but you wouldn’t be caught DEAD not stunting on these hoes

you show up looking absolutely SPICY

QUEEN OF WINTER

you know you had to do it to em

jeno forcefully pulls you into the doors of the gymnasium and then disappears after he threatens you with an

“i told chenle not to let you leave”

and you turn to look at chenle who is SGA and helping with the dance and he gives you an “i’m watching you” hand motion

god this is ridiculous

you sigh and go find some of your other friends

you hate to admit this but. you actually had a little fun

and then of course

a slow song was played

and the dj is all yo everyone find you a honey it’s time to slow it down for a bit

sigh

you go to walk off the dance floor or find jeno or do SOMETHING other than stand around looking awkward surrounded by couples

but someone has snatched your hand up yo wtf

it’s LUCAS

and you just look at him with confusion

“dance with me, please. just this once,,,”

and you’re like hmmm pls don’t make me do this

but he hits you with Them Puppy Dog Eyes and you’re a goner

so you let him pull you close and hold you against his chest and rest his chin on the top of your head

you lift up on your toes so you can talk in his ear

“where’s your date?”

“dancing with her girlfriend”

“um. what”

“she’s not super duper out yet so i’m being her beard for the night. it was mainly to get her parents off her back”

“oh. huh”

“plus i missed you :(((( you disappeared”

your hands tighten in the fabric of his button up bc you’re like aw FUCK

you just shake your head and rest it back on his chest and close your eyes to enjoy it while you can

as much as you want to be convinced that things can go back to the way they were now

they cANNOT because you still love him and he still just thinks of you as a friend

maybe not even a best friend anymore :(

(again,, YOUR FAULT BITCH)

his GIANT warm hands slide across your waist to press you forward by the small of your back

at this point you are pressed together basically head to toe

and you can’t tell for sure but , you think he kissed the top of your head ???

maybe you were freakin hallucinating though since you’re losing oxygen fast due to his close proximity

the song ends and you slowly stop swaying and pull apart while everyone gets back to being wild

“can we.. go talk outside”

this sentence strikes FEAR in your heart but you take his proffered hand as he leads you outside

it’s cold as hell so you’re already wound up tight and wrapping your arms around yourself to keep warm

he notices quickly and wraps his jacket around you before turning to face outward towards the road

it’s quiet other than the muffled music from inside and crickets and other night noises

he opens his mouth to say something but you just blurt out

“i like you!!!!”

and he whips around to face you and you just. keep talking

“it’s oKAY i know you don’t like me back like that and i would never be mad at you about that i didn’t distance myself from you bc of that!!!! i just had to because it was hurting me to be around you and see you be with other girls and i really wanted to move on so that we could get back to being best friends if you even wanted that i just !!! IT JUST HAPPENED OKAy i’m sO SORRY AND I ComPLetely understand if you never want to speak to me again”

and he’s just staring at you and panting

why is he out of breath he’s just been standing there

you’re getting super duper nervous because he hasn’t said aNYTHING and it’s been at least a minute

and then he just goes

“you… like .. me ???”

and you’re like ugh YES you dumbass have you even met yourself you’re so cute and sweet and such a goofy boy and you’re way too nice to me and also HOT so like. you were asking for it

and he immediately swings you into his arms and gives you a big sloppy kiss on the cheek and buries his face in your shoulder and squeals

this man. SQUEALS

and you giggle because it’s tickling your neck hey stop that

and he’s laughing that loud ass cackle of his so you’re laughing too i mean have y’all heard that shit

GOOFY AS HELL

also he’s hugging you almost just like he used to with your feet dangling off the ground

and he pulls back to set you down but then

HE GRABS YOUR FACE

AND KISSES YOU ??!/&8:$:$:92&

b i t c h

he’s so gentle and is patient when you kind of freeze at first, pulling away and pressing his lips very gently to the corner of your mouth before going Back In

and even though he’s given you NO EXPLANATION FOR THIS you kiss him back because this may be a one time only opportunity and you will NOT be wasting it

he goes very slow and sweet and right before he pulls away he presses a cute lil smooch to your bottom lip and presses his forehead against yours

“what was that for?”

“oh yeah, i forgot to tell you!! i’m in love with you”

“oh hEY me too ??!!?!&/&”

and you’re both pressed together and giggling

“hey, you wanna ditch and go get some ice cream”

“absolutely”

so he lets his date know and you text jeno

(you: bIIIIIIIITTCHHHH jeno: I KNEW IT)

and you’re off

he holds your hand the whole way there and when he parks he spRINTs around the car so he can open it for you

you each get an ice cream cone and sit next to each other at a picnic table and just talk and catch up with each other since you haven’t been talkin :/

one of your hands is laced with his and your head is leaned on his shoulder and he’s like hEY watch it this is my favorite shirt

and he flexes his arm with your head on it and you’re like god dAMN that’s a bicep

and he’s like ayy lmao arent u glad ur dating a greek demi god 🤪🤪

and you smack HIM

“i cant believe you just declared us as dating in the same sentence as calling yourself a greek demigod”

“are we ,,,, not dating”

“i mean personally, i haven’t gotten asked on a date yet. hmmmm, have you? :-)”

and he sighs dramatically before wrapping an arm around your waist and leaving a somewhat sticky kiss on your temple from the ice cream

he leans down to your ear

“hey so there’s this girl and her name is y/n and she’s so beautiful and funny and i love her so much do you think she would go on a date with me ? :3”

“hmmm well i guess so,,, she could give you a chance…..”

you hold a straight face for less than 5 seconds before you get all blushy and smiley and he squeals at you

......again

and grabs your face with his hands since he literally dEVOURED that ice cream cone

he presses a kiss to the tip of your nose and then to your lips and says against them,

“please~”

another kiss

“for me?~”

another

“cmon~”

and he goes in for another but you’re like oKAY okay i’ll date you you giant pain in my ass

and he’s like :-(((((((

(DONT BE MEAN TO THE BABY BOY)

and you’re like aw i’m sorry you’re MY giant pain in the butt

he seems pretty satisfied with that and after you finish your ice cream cone he is already at the door waiting with the door open

“if you dARE say m’lady i will walk home”

“of course ,,,,,,,,, m’lady”

“alrIGHT THATS IT”

he grabs your hand and pulls you back toward him to keep you from leaving and presses a kiss to your forehead and ruffles your hair a little

before he kindly and gently shoves you into the car

he drives home with one hand on the wheel while you mess with the fingers of his other hand because wow

that shit is amazing he’s got some big ole beautiful hands

when you arrive he walks you to your door and

this mf presses you against it and presses an absolutely SINFUL kiss onto your lips before turning around and heading back to his car

“bye, baby!! i’ll see u tmrw at school :-)))))”

and first of all: KKDKDNDKDJ

second: he called you baby it’s officially over for you bitch

you wave back blankly because what the hell just happened and then you go inside

you press yourself against the door after you close it behind you and press your hands into your warm cheeks

and woooo bOY what have you gotten yourself into

a supportive and caring boyfriend who LOVES YOU THATS WHAT !!!!!!!!

okay goodbye i really love wong yukhei xuxi lucas whatever the fuck his name is

#huehueheuhuehe #sorry its been a few days I was super busy #I love u ALL #Lucas #wong yukhei #lucas scenarios #lucas fluff #yukhei scenarios #yukhei fluff #nct scenarios #nct scenario #nct fluff #nct u #nct 2018 #nct u scenarios #nct 2018 scenarios

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toonazcoolforyou · 6 years ago

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What We Do In Bram Stoker’s Dracula

alright so i rambled on about this in the Discord buuuut this is a slightly more shiny and cleaner version! :D *enthusiastic single party blower goes off* okay so tbh it’s kiiinnd of gunna be the same thing but just, idk, with a little more information lol. while there’s a few details a bit more ‘set in stone’ plenty is open and i’m seriously flexible with ideas so don’t hesitate throw any suggestions at me~ you can DM me on Discord (it’s Nazcool#8991 if u happen to come across this train wreck and don’t know wtf i’m talking about) if you’re interested and/or have any questions (and if there’s enough of y’all that wanna coordinate maybe we can get a channel up/a group chat or somethin’ & go from there <3)

**if u see that there’s no info for w/e character it just means i literally have no ideas for ‘em so go wild & have fun~**

EDIT 1: I FORGOT THE BRIDES OF DRACULA AAAAHH + other details lol

btw this is a two part ad so bear with me as i try to keep things organized:

Part I.

alright alright alright so like i said think Dracula but with 75% less charm & wit & competence. the characters for the ad will have vibes of satire of something resembling being srs but at the same time they’re just ridiculous & dramatic & just, idk, too much™ at times (maybe even more so than Dracula Dead and Loving It lololol). i’m gunna be playing The Dracula role (he doesn’t have a name yet ssssshhhh but at least i have Luke Evans as his face??? :D :D :| okay cheesy as hell i know i know pls forgive me) but everyone else is open! i’m going with the main few folks for rn but in all honesty if you wanna play another character from Dracula that i don’t have listed pls be my guest?? as for ideas themselves i’m still figuring my guy out so what might be listed for him may change -but i’ll update things so dw about that- & tbh besides a few main details for The Mina Harker character i’m super flexible on everything so just holler at me if ur interested :D

also just ‘cause this might be more silly doesn’t mean there can’t be drama~ & sadness~ & murder~ pls pls gimme all the tragic stuff!!

BTW u can race/gender bend any of the characters in the list tbh lol (i’m doing a gender bend for The Mina Harker + The Jonathan Harker so yeh go for it babes <3 <3 <3)

A L S O, u don’t have to be that well-versed with the book/characters u just need a basic grasp so that the character can be barely influenced by the original one. If u need help with any of this just lemme know i am more than glad to aid u <3

roles:

The Dracula- taken. so hey i’ll be playing The Dracula! I’m still working out how old he is but he’s probably gunna be old old to keep with the #aesthetic of the character (also i wanna have it so that he’s still oblivious to some more 80s day things & he’s that weirdo who dresses in old clothing when not in public). Think between 1800 and 2000 y/o old xD;;; anyway so backstory is still obv. In Progress but really he was probably stupid and got himself turned into a vampire ‘cause he was a gullible fuck & now has to suffer with the consequences -this includes adapting to having pointy sharp teeth, feeding on the living in order to survive, and outliving everyone that u have ever loved :’D he’s totes fine w/ this guys it’s fine. he pretty much struggled for ages & while he likes to exaggerate/romanticize what happened to him it was pretty terrible™ & he has plenty of a fuck up under his belt. over time he got to know other folks + vampires & he adapted but not enough? like he’ll quote you some fancy-ass poem to be elegant~ and he has a pity party every 5 seconds & gets pissy when no one pays attention to him he’s just needlessly #dramatic

somehow, he pissed off a family of vampire hunters who have been going after him ever since??? i haven’t plotted out when this began so it’s open as of rn lololol & it’s The Abraham Van Helsing who is now in charge of hunting him down~ (more info, or rather just ideas, in The Abraham Van Helsing character section)

& now here comes the more complicated section tbh: so i haven’t planned out when this happened yet -i’m torn between sometime just before/after he was turned into a vampire or during WWI big range i know- but he fell in love w/ a man & that man died tragically so he decided to try to be w/ the guy’s kid only for them to die too at some point but not before they had a kid (might be bad luck? might be a curse? who knows *shrug.gif*) so yeah fast forward MANY YEARS & now he’s trying to be with The Mina Harker who is the last(?) possible descendant of his first love. rn they’ve been best friends for 6 yrs w/o The Mina Harker knowing A. that The Dracula is in fact a vampire, B. that he is the descendant of the first man The Dracula loved, & C. that The Dracula is, in fact, in love with him -he just thinks he’s a rad and weird best friend who does weird stuff at weird times of the day. SO YEH that’s his awkward life he’s just trying to be w/ the love of his life piss off other vampires/hunters/supernatural creatures/world pls & ty

he’s also super weird ‘cause he doesn’t wanna turn any of the descendants into vampires??? which makes each death more painful ‘cause he has a code or w/e & it’s becoming more & more tempting w/ each descendant so yaaay for drama~

also! he has a few roommates & there might be a documentary being made about them which is detailed in Part II. of this ad~

The Mina Harker- open. as listed in The Dracula section The Mina Harker is the descendant of the first man The Dracula loved & The Dracula has been pinning for him for the past 6-ish yrs. rn they’re the best of friends & The Mina Harker thinks The Dracula is a totally good guy -he’s a mostly™ good guy *cough*- & super cool but also super odd but he likes him a lot anyway as a best friend lololol. as for the descendants of the first guy honestly that’s pretty open (like The Dracula pretty much loved every guy after that BUT if there was only a female descendant at the time he loved them too even if they weren’t his technical preference ‘cause love > all) but they pretty much died in bad ways??? like it could be mundane bad ways like illness or war or it could be off-the-walls weird like being crushed by an elephant or getting struck by lightning five times idk idk whether it’s just Bad Luck on The Dracula’s part or a curse is open so yeh lmao.

ANYWAY so for personality i was thinking that this descendant is more on the quiet/introverted side??? like he’s super nice to ppl and wants to help but confrontation??? big groups??? talking to ppl a lot??? not his forte he is an awkward bby. while The Dracula & he aren’t exactly the same personality-wise they get along absolutely great which probably is even more tough for The Dracula ‘cause??? he loves him??? & has to protect him from all of the other vampires who probably wanna eat him??? like pls no he wants this guy to live leave him alone *sobs*

there’ll probably be ppl to try to stop The Dracula from pursuing his dreams maybe because they’re dicks but actually probably because The Dracula is a dick & he has a few skeletons in his closet (he dresses them up in costumes for Halloween & nobody's the wiser, except for his roommates ofc) but it’ll just be random and confusing to The Mina Harker ‘cause, yeh, who would hate his bestie???

besides being best friends w/ The Dracula for about 6 yrs, being engaged to The Jonathan Harker (for w/e reason is up to u tho it could be funny that he wanted to fulfill some wish/will that a dying relative had aka them trying to fuck over The Dracula), not knowing that The Dracula is a vampire despite possible signs + ppl maybe hinting/telling him, & woops having no kids of his own & he’s what thirty or forty-something that’s a nail-biter for The Dracula for sure everything about the character’s past is open!

okay so final lame part but i’d absolutely LOVE it if you used Michael Fassbender as the fc ‘cause I <3 him a million times BUT if you really don’t want 2 you don’t have 2 i won’t force u into that decision if you like the idea but wanna use someone else~

The Jonathan Harker- open. an idea i had for this one is that, for whatever reason, she’s engaged to The Mina Harker character & they’re pretty much complete opposites. she’s a nice girl but she just… is too active. a pure extrovert by nature, she’s always going to parties and socializing and dragging The Mina Harker along with her. she loves him with all of her heart it seems though it appears as if she really doesn’t listen to her fiance & enjoys the concept of him rather than who he is actually. The Dracula is pissed off about this and has contemplated her death approximately fifty five times now. probably calls her vapid or w/e while he’s on his pity party couch (yes that’s a thing don’t judge) rofl

The Abraham Van Helsing- open. the idea i have for him is that he is the descendant of the family who have vowed to hunt down The Dracula. kind of awkward because The Dracula just wants to be left the fuck alone (and okay maybe he wants to kill a few peasants in peace but he can’t seem to get what he wants, can he?) but overall the tone is that this guy hates The Dracula. however, times have changed a bit and nowadays he just confronts The Dracula, declares his hatred for the man, and then pretty much just resumes his day. maybe puts garlic in the doorway to a place in order to disrupt The Dracula, switches out regular spoons for silver ones, etc. etc. etc. (honestly, on occasion, he more brings up the fact that The Dracula is in love with a man rather than being a blood-sucking vampire which makes The Dracula go :/. ALSO PLOT POINT if u wanna go this direction but mb actually the reason The Abraham Van Helsing keeps going on about this is because he's trying to push The Dracula away and has feelings for The Mina Harker??? idk idk late-night ideas flooding in here lmao). overall, he just acts like a prick to The Dracula tho The Dracula probably deserves it lololol. it doesn’t help that they live in the same building, which typically causes The Abraham Van Helsing to be locked out on stormy evenings while The Dracula bemoans whatever fate he thinks up at the time on the couch near the entrance.

the fc i have in mind is Jonny Lee Miller ‘cause i really like his appearance in Elementary but tbh if you have anyone else in mind go right ahead!

The Brides of Dracula- (shhhh ignore the fact that i forgot this section initially) so that this is pretty open since there'll probably be at least a few folks The Dracula has turned like the dumbfuck he is lololol. more than likely they have their own lives but they may??? still have contact w/ him??? & while he pretends to not give a fuck about them they're like his kids???? like pester him for money and he'll be all ‘Why??? I just gave you some!!’ but if anyone hates them he'll be all ‘Don't talk to me or my 100 children ever again’ & be defensive. overall he'll still be an asshole to them lololol

i have two vague af ideas just in case u guys are interested:

the first one is that this progeny has an actually good relationship with The Dracula & is always visiting (or mb lives in the same building idk) & is always bringing him presents and nice stuff & mb looks out for The Mina Harker when The Dracula can't (probably helps cover up a lot of crap ‘cause The Dracula is a mess tbh *shrug emoji*).

the second is a progeny obsessed w/ The Dracula & wants to be w/ him forever & doesn't wanna share him w/ any1 else. which a major problem cause??? The Dracula is in love with The Mina Harker??? so mb this progeny wants to sabotage the relationship anyway they can??? & wants The Mina Harker dead???

they can be any ethnicity/gender ‘cause The Dracula doesn't discriminate LOL

Brides:

any #

The Renfield- open.

The Lucy Westenra- open.

The John Seward- open.

The Quincey Morris- open.

The Arthur Holmwood- open.

Part. II

soooo for this part the concept is fairly simple: i wanna have a What We Do In The Shadows sort of plot where my character has a few roommates (preferably 3-5 though the number isn’t in stone yet) and they’re all weird af. not only that but potentially??? they have a documentary being made about them -w/ 80s London aesthetics + technology- due to vampires revealing themselves 2 years prior. it’s still in production which means there’s at least one cameraman around at all times. my character is dreading the time when it’ll be showed on TV because he has been trying to hide the fact that he is a vampire (alright really only to his love interest & best friend he dgaf if anyone else knows). like, think: he enters one of the rooms, minding his own business, & while the camera is technically focused on something else you still see him as he tries to walk backwards as inconspicuous as possible. he can’t deny that he loves the attention, though, so there are points/gunna be points where he’s more featured and may “subtly” try to push aside whichever roommate is around in order to be noticed.

he may or may not threaten the others with death and doom on a daily basis as well over the smallest of things -at this point his roommates know he’s full of shit, tho the crew might not woopsie

ALSO, there's (1) amulet to walk in the sun among all of them (probably his but idk lol) so everyone is always fighting over it rofl he is not happy that he can't be normalish all the time. they probably try to be all fancy but really they're doing rock-paper-scissors or tossing a coin. plans are ruined all the time, ppl are pissed off, good times.

there won’t be any technical ‘inspirations’ for any of the spots from the movie but honestly if ya wanna base your character on one of the wacky vampires go right ahead! everything about the roommates are open & while i prefer them to be vampires due to the aforementioned info but if you have an idea for another species (besides human) lemme know!

**also if u wanna make inspirations for the other characters from the movie besides the roommates 2 be involved w/ them too go right ahead~**

roles:

The Roommates:

(3-5 individuals)

The Crew:

(any # of individuals, at least one-two cameramen)

#justmycharacterthings #really long ad fml #these tags r really only 4 my entertainment #holler @ me babes 4 some drama fun~#& so it begins #Naz leaving crap out accidentally lololol

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andieperrie18 · 7 years ago

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KAREN 3 ( p. parker x reader ) Finale

Me and my fam fam watched Ragnarok. And it got me excited for the Infinity war. Woohh . So here it is people, the piece of the resisntan had made it way to their tables. Enjoy the Finale of Karen. Thanks for tge support.

You made your way to your class along with Michelle. Homecoming was near and you had no date. You were practically planning to ask your crush out. Who else could it be than the nerdy spiderboy itself.

" Are you going to ask him? " Mich asked you as both of you walked your way to your class. You blushed at the question and smiled. " You really are a dork for him. " she teased as she laughed at you. " I would love to be his Dork Mich, don't judge me. " you replied as you shrugged her off. She rolled her eyes at you.

" Well well speaking of the devil, Look ahead Dork. Your Prince awaits. " Michelle said as you turned to where she was looking at.

There stood your Spider Prince indeed with his best friend. Mich smirked and looked at you before she pulled you with her. " Parker! Someone want's to talk to ya! " your eyes widen as you tried to pull away from the damn girl as you called her name.

" Mich! No! " Michelle had you in a death grip as she pulled you with a playful smirk plastered on his face. " gosh, can you tell me where you hide you horns and tail?" you sarcastically asked as you gave up fighting.

Peter and Ned spun to the call of their curly haired friend who is practically dragging poor you behind her.

" Mich, your gonna hurt Y/n. " Peter argued as you smiled at him as he smiled back. "Gosh, stop it I might get diabetes. " Mich teased as you and Pete laughed. Ned gave Mich a playful look as she nodded.

" Here's your chance." you heard Mich whisper as you arched up. You took a breath.

" Peter? " you called as the said boy turned to you. " Yeah? "

Your breathed hitched as your cheeks exploded " aghh W-w-will y-you got to------- " " ring!!!!" you were cut off by the ringing if the school bell. " Oh! Time to go! See you! Come on Ned. . " he said as he pulled Ned along as he ran.

" Peter! Wait-- I-- " your head dropped as Michelle felt bad. She placed a hand on your back as you looked at her sadly.

" Hey, you still have a chance later? Don't worry. " he comforted as you sighed and smiled and nodded and walked to your class. As each period ended you were gathering up more courage.

" What are you gonna do at Lunch?! " Mich asked " I'm gonna Ask him!!" you replied confidently. The girl has been cheering for you all period to gather up all your courage to ask Peter to Homecoming. You two made your way to the cafeteria to meet Ned and Peter and finally ask him out officially. You didn't see Peter at the cafeteria. So you went to find him

You walked you way through the halls as you pulled out your phone and texted Peter.

To: MyDreamDork.

Hey, didn't see you at Cafeteria. I wanna talk to you where are you?

You pressed sent as you continued to walk until a familiar brunette pass your sight. It was Peter. You smiled and ran to follow him. " Peter! " you called but he didn't seem to hear you. You continued to follow until you saw him standing infront of the Trophies. But he wasn't alone. He was rambling as he talked to Liz and it hit a spot to your chest.

They laughed until brought up the homecoming. When Liz said she didn't had time thinking about a date, you felt fear struck you.

" No wait. . " you whispered as you looked at Peter with a scared look.

" Would. . Would you go. .? With me? " he asked.

" Yeah, sure. "

Like a knife plunged into you heart it pained. You covered your mouth as tears sided your lids making you dash out. You ran and ran until you collided with Michelle. The girl shocked and worried held your shoulders as she asked you what happened.

" He asked her." you said as you angrily wiped your tears as you ran out again with michelle calling out you name. She immidiately followed you.

You stood by the entrance as you held your phone on your ear meant that you were talking to someone. Michelle made it to your side. " Hey, Y/n lets talk about this. " she reasoned as a black limousine stopped infront of the both of you. You looked at her as she looked at you in confusion. You pulled her in the car as Happy, the driver. Drove you home to the tower.

Michelle was rambling and quite shocked that you were the Iron Man's daughter. You told her everything that it was to know until you made it to the tower. Happy tried to comfort you liked Michelle but it didn't seem to work either. " I'll go. Take care of her Michelle. " he said as the said girl nodded and followed you to your room.

As you entered you slumped into your bed like any heartbroken teen would do.

Days of the homecoming begin to shorten. Peter noticed your distance from him and worried him. He should be happy and excited for homecoming cause Liz agreed to go with him but not seeing, talking nor smiling of you didn't made him feel like it. He would always see you with Mich as usual although you would ignore or you would just nod or say short replies like yes and no.

He was really worried and sad.

Tony noticed your melancholic state and he was getting worried. The story that Happy told him had him storming to your room right now.

" Y/n M/n Stark. You are going to the Homecoming this instant. " he boomed as he barged into your room. He found your room dim lighted with you on your bed coated with comforter making you look like a Burito and 3 empty pizza boxes on the floor.

You gave him a dead stare before turning back to the tv screen as you ignored your ringing phone on the night stand as Michelle's name lit the screen.

Tony sighed and sat to your side.

" Sweetie, I heard what happened. Its not the end of the world. " he cooed as he made you faced him with horrid look. You had dark bags under your eyes and a stain of tomato sauce from the pizza on your cheeks.

Tony laughed and wiped your cheeks as you pouted.

" What's the point of going? " you mumbled as you dropped your head on your dad's shoulder as he caressed your hair.

" Sweetie, it doesn't matter if you didn't get a date. There are so many boys out there. Homecoming is a once in a lifetime thing. Its not just about dates and stuff. Its about you having the time of your life with your friends. Think about your friend Michelle. She too doesn't have a date she is going, you know why?! " he asked as he held your cheeks together as you looked like a squishy.

" nmm - Nooo. . " you replied.

" Because she is there to have the time of her life as a teen. Live a little Sweetheart. She needs ya there. She needs he bestie. " he smiled at you making you smile and you held his hand and removing them from your cheeks from squishing them. " Thanks dad. " you said as Tony smiled and pulled you in a hug.

" Tell you what, I'll have your friend fetched here so you could go together. And your mom just called Cinna. ( A/n: Hunger Games. ) He is a great make up artist love and I guarantee, Parker will see an Angel and he will regret not asking you out." he cooed to you as you laughed.

He pulled you out off bed as he told you to get a bath.

" Friday, get that Dress I ordered. Now is the time to make my Princess to shine. " Tony said to the A.I.

Peter was now on his way to Homecoming to school with Liz as her father drove them to school. He was shocked and concerned cause Liz's father is the Vulture himself. He was really uncomfortable through the whole ride.

Meanwhile Michelle paced inside the living room of the Stark's tower as she waited for you. She was so happy that you were coming. Then she heard the sound of a sliding door open. Pepper greeted her with a hug. " I'm ready. " your voice rang throught the two ladies ears as they turned to you and they gasped in shocked and delight.

They finally made it to the destination. Peter greeted Ned inside. Liz had left to go to some friends. " Are Michelle and Y/n coming? " he asked his bestfriend as they looked around. " Well, Mich said they are on their way. Which means Y/n is with her. " Peter smiled at the good news. He was dying to see you.

Then a serious of gasps and awes came from the direction of the entrance. " What going on there? " he asked as Ned shrugged and they walked to the entrance.

" Take care kids. " Happy said with a smile as you and Mich waved goodbye to him as he drove off.

" Soo. . . Lets go? " you asked Michelle as she smiled at you. " Hell Yeah! Lets go binge eating on that buffet. " you laughed at her remark as you both entered. Multiple looks landed on you as you entered the halls of Midtown High. People began to compliment on how you look. Then you two made it to the event area.

Peter and Ned stopped at the Entrance. His gaze landed on the familiar e/c orbs. His mouth dropped at the sight of you.

" Wow. . . " the only word that he could describe you at the moment.

Your eyes roamed around until they landed on the familiar brown orbs staring back at you. You pulled Mich towards the duo with you. " Hey, Losers. " Michelle teased as you laughed and told her to stop her bullying cause its homecoming. Peter couldn't seem to get his eyes off you. You stared back at him as you sent him a smile.

Ned just pushed him, breaking his trance as he almost fell on you. He awkwardly met your gaze. The 4 of you chatted, it was just Ned and Michelle chatting while you and Peter barely said any word. Both were awkwardly giving stares. Mich was pissed, why can't you two hook up now!

" That's it! You two haven't talked go to the dancefloor and dance if you aren't gonna talk. " she scolded as she pushed you and Peter to the dancefloor.

You stared at him awkwardly as did he back. What happened next was quite unexpected. . .

He stretched his hand towards you as you stared at it for a moment then to Peter who was smiling shyly.

" Shall we dance? " he asked, you couldn't help but smile as you took his hand. " Yes We may. "

On que, the music changed its tune.

I found the Love, for me

Darling just dive right in, follow my lead

Peter's eyes never left yours as he slowly pulled you to the dance floor then he placed his hands on your waist slowly at the same time asking your permission to touch you. You answered by placing your hands on his shoulder. You both stopped from a moment then stepped.

We were just kids when we fell in love

Not knowing what it was,

I will not give you up this time

You smiled as Peter almost tumbled a little.

" Careful now. Don't want you falling on me. . . " you teased as Peter seem to have already captivated by your smile. " I think I already did. " he said out of nowhere. Your eyes widen as you stared at him. He had an equal look of shock. You sighed thinking maybe you have a chance. You began to circle your arms around Peter's neck as he did the same to your waist. Closing the gap between you.

Darlin' just kiss me slow

Your heart is all I own,

and in your eyes your holdin mine

You both swayed through the music as the gap between you shortened. His forehead had rested on yours, your eyes were closed as you savored the moment, his breath felt hot against your skin. Peter slowly moved his lips up to your forehead and placed a kiss on your head. Your eyes shit open as you met his gaze. He just stared. Unknowingly, his head lowers slowly with his eyes never leaving your eyes.

The moment was perfect. . . Until.

" Peter, There you are. " The voice broke the two of you away from each other. Liz made it to Peter's side as she pressed a kiss on his lips. You looked away with a pained look before speakin. Peter saw and it pained him to see you like that. He wanted to hug you. He wanted to kiss you.

" I gotta go, Mich is waiting for me. Enjoy your moment. Liz, Peter. " you said as you turned away. " Y/n, wait! " he called as you stopped. He didn't want you to leave. You didn't turn and continued to walk away.

You didn't cry. You did feel sad but you were happy you got to dance with Peter even if it was just once. The time passed and you were crowned Homecoming Queen but you didn't participate much. Peter disappear through the crowd. He was probably with Liz doing who knows what.

You got home early. Mich thanked you for joining her. You had her sent home safely. You stood at the terrace of the Avengers Tower in your room. You like having a terrace in your room. You leaned on the rails as you let the Brooklyn wind hit your skin with its ghostly touch. You smiled as you remembered how you and Peter danced. You hummed as you swayed slowly. Remembering that one presious moment.

" Hello Homecoming Queen. " you heard a familiar voice call up behind you making you jump and turn to the direction of the voice. There sat Peter stood in his old Spiderman onesie since your dad took his upgraded one.

" Hello Spiderman, or should I say . . . . . . . Peter Parker. " you revealed as he removed his mask. You smiled at him warmly. " Your Mr. Stark's daughter. I think its quits now. " he said as he walked to your side. You noticed a couple of scratches on his face.

" You had a rough night. " you laughed as you faced him. He laughed at your remark as he looked at you.

" How did it go with Liz. Congratulations! So when is the reception. " you cheered happily even though you feel really hurt. Peter let out a sigh as he looked at you with a hurt look.

" Stop pretending Y/n. And No. I didn't ask Liz out. I've. . . I've come to realize something. " he stated as your expression changed. Peter walked towards you closer than before. He took your hand as you met his gaze. He smiled awkwardly.

" I Love You, Y/n. "

Your eyes widen in shock as you looked at Peter.

" I Love You too Peter. " you said out of nowhere. Peter giggled at your response as your cheeks redenned and looked away in embarassment. You felt his finger lift your chin up to meet his gaze.

" Don't the Homecoming Queen deserve a kiss? " he asked as you smiled at him. " I don't mind, as long as its you. " with that.

Peter closed the gap between his and your lips. Sealing the agreement. Accepting your love and you accepting his. The kiss was slow, passionate, loving and sweet. You can't but smile in it. You two broke away as you placed your hands on his cheeks as a smiled popped on both of your lips. Peter dove down and gave you a quick kiss.

" Oh wait. . . " you said and left Peter's arm and went inside the room and took a big silver briefcase. Peter looked at you. " Dad wanted you to have it back. Don't worry, I fixed everything. " you said as Peter smiled.

" What did you fix? I didn't break anything when I returned this. " he said. You slipped. Peter noticed your expression as he gave you a look. " What did you do? " he asked.

" Well, the A.I of that suit was deleted and. . . . It was my fault. I didn't wanna tell dad so I programmed the suit to have me as the A.I while I fixed KAREN, aka your A.I since you named her that sooooo yeahhhh. " you confessed as you booped your two index finger together as you avoided his gaze.

Peter processed everything until his cheeks reddened after what he has understood. " Then, I've been sharing my - " " Yeah. " you blurted and looked at him.

Peter just sighed but smiled. " Well, atleast I have you now. " he said as you smiled. The night went on of you and Peter dancing under the moonlight, chit chats, laughing, sweet talking and never ending I Love Yous. Savouring every minute and every second together like there was no tomorrow.

The End.

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