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[plutobutartsy]

my version of lasko's listener!! :D

contrary to her looks, she is actually quite a strict teacher while lecturing but it balances out since she's big on positive reinforcement and patiently explaining things.

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Image 1:

A stylized, full body drawing of Lasko's Listener from the front. She is portrayed as a fat black woman of average height. Her curly blonde hair is worn in a high puff on top oh her head with two braided strands that each end in two light blue beads framing her face. The wide purple head band she is wearing covers the roots of her hair, only leaving the layed edges on her forehead visible. She is wearing a white tube top that exposes part of her stomach and a tight beige maxi skirt with a slit that partly shows her left leg. A light blue cardigan hangs off her shoulders and she is barefoot in her dark brown sandals. Additionally, she has stretch marks around her chest and the bottom of her stomach.

Around her neck she is wearing two rows of golden pearls, the lower of which holds a purple gem pendant, as well as a long necklace that holds a golden, down turned crescent moon pendant. Both of her ears are adorned by a golden stud earring that is connected to a golden ear cuff.

She is standing with her left hand clasped around the strap of the grey bag hanging off her shoulder and with her right hand hanging slack at her side. Her round face is pulled into an embarrassed smile with her plump lips curled up at the sides, her blonde eyebrows slightly furrowed and her cheeks and nose flushed.

She is placed in front of a white rectangle with thick, light blue borders around it.

Image 2:

A simplified doodle of Lasko's Listener showing a sheet of paper to a person that is labelled as "random student" and has no notable characteristics. The paper is covered in writing and has a golden star in the top right corner. The listener's eyes are scrunched shut in delight as she is smiling brightly while the student looks simply embarrassed. The listener is saying, "your essay was really good so i decided to give you a golden star!" In their head, the student thinks, "i'm 26..."

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[eternalbuckley]

Old letters and cheesy nicknames. — mattheo riddle

SUMMARY: Mattheo finds old letters you've sent to him over the years and remembers how they cherished him up through tough times. You find him on your bed and end up cuddling after teasing him with a nickname you used to tease him with when you were younger.

word count: 1,662

genre: fluff | no specified reader, queer!reader, bipoc!reader and plus-size!reader friendly

warnings/tropes: it's quite cheesy i think, it's mentioned that reader has parents and that they decorated a christmas tree, english is not my first language, slightly proofread — if I forgot something, please let me know!

a/n: i don't know how to feel about this but i needed to write some fluff for mattheo. i hope you enjoy it reading <3 reblogs, feedback and comments are highly appreciated and welcomed! ♡

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Mattheo knelt on the wooden floor of your shared bedroom and went through an old box that was hidden in your closet. A chuckle left his lips as he found the letters he had kept over the years, some of them included different pictures of you or anything you wanted to share with him. He slowly got up and took the box with him; the floor creaked as he walked over to your bed. He sat down on the mattress, which slightly dipped because of his body. He turned on the lamp that was on his nightstand and opened the first envelope. A smile made its way to his lips as he started reading the first lines, it was a letter you sent him years ago when you were in your early years of being friends, back when you two were still students at Hogwarts and used to call him with those weird and cheesy nicknames, only to tease him. He used to pretend to hate them, but he secretly enjoyed every moment you came up with a new one. He cherished them, and combined with your playful and dramatic side? It made everything better for him within seconds.

“Hello, my dearest cutie pie,

how are you doing on this fine, sweet day? I just ate waaaay too many muffins. My mother made those moist muffins I told you about a few weeks ago, and they were sooo good. I wish you could smell and get a taste of them, but I may have eaten all of them already. :p I couldn’t resist them, don’t blame me.

We just decorated the Christmas tree. I even hung up the ornament you gifted me before we left. My parents love it (they really do!!!), so you know, it will be a part of the tree every year from now on. Oh, and they’d love to meet the guy I’ve told them about, maybe it can happen someday? Unless you can’t deal with my wonderful magical being anymore. That would be fine. (I would kick your ass ♡)

How are your holidays so far? Are your parents having a better time this year, or is it not going so well… I hope it’s the first option. As soon as we’re back in school, I’ll hug you anyway, even if you don’t want to.

I’m sending you much love, my cutie pie. I hope you miss me as much as I miss you.

Your sexy best friend :p”

It was one of many letters you’ve sent to Mattheo, most of the times you wrote to him were about updating him about your life during each holiday and how much you missed him, trying to cheer him up with each written word. Sometimes, you sent him a letter while you were in school, especially when you noticed that he wasn’t having a good day – you wanted to cheer him up.

Back then, you were just friends. Best friends if you want to be clearer. The bond between you became stronger over the years, some of your friends were surprised that you’d voluntarily spend time with the former Slytherin boy. Given his reputation, some people used to stay as far away from him as possible – you used to do the same in your first two years in school. Your friendship started in quietly acknowledging each other whenever you passed ways in the halls or saw him in the library. Somewhere, he was barely seen until you two started hanging out more. You often spent your afternoons with him, sometimes in Hogsmeade, sometimes in the library or outside.

Something you’ve noticed over time was that he wasn’t like the guy everyone told you or talked about in the halls of Hogwarts. Sure, there were reasons why he had his reputation, but Mattheo was acting differently in your presence. The more time you spent with each other and the more you grew closer, the more he let his walls down and opened up to you. Talking with you about his family and what it was like living with them – that it wasn’t the easiest time most of the days. You never judged him for the way he was and appreciated him even more after he told you all these things and trusted you enough to open up to you. You started to care for him and appreciate every time he was talking about the things he had on his heart and mind.

It wasn’t easy for him; he was scared that you’d find something one day that would make you hate him, but this day never came. Even today, he finds himself being worried that you might leave him. Especially if he fucked something up and you had an argument about it, he was scared. But unless he deeply hurts you, you’d never leave him. You couldn’t. You loved him too much for you to end up leaving him out of nowhere.

He opened another letter, and his smile grew, it was a letter you sent him after your graduation. It was a time when both of you had realised for a while that you had feelings for the other one but were too afraid to admit them.

“To my dearest friend Mattheo,

whom I will cherish for the rest of my life and who’ll never get rid of me.

I’m sitting in my bedroom right now, and it’s weird living alone now. I still haven’t unpacked most of my boxes, and I honestly don’t know where to fucking start. It’s weird to think about living alone now… After having shared my dorm with other students and knowing that there was always someone nearby. You weren’t alone, but now? I barely know anyone here where I live, only Hermione and Ron. Hopefully, Theo and Enzo are treating you well from now on. They better are, or else….. I’ll find something to threaten them.

Have I told you that I have an elderly lady living next to my flat? She seems nice, and kind of reminds me of Professor McGonagall in some ways. She always bakes me something and leaves it in front of my door. I think I’ll make her a gift to thank her. But other than that, I barely know anyone here. :(

I wish you could live here, so we could spend time together. Even if you think this place wouldn’t fit you, I know it would. You’ll see when you visit me!! :p

I miss you,

your smartest and hottest best friend. xx

PS.: Let me know when you plan to visit me so I can ask my mum to bake you those muffins you and I love. “

“Babe?” you called out for him as you sat on the couch in your living room. Too lazy to stand up, but you huffed and got up from your comfortable seat because Mattheo didn’t reply.

You set your book on the coffee table and walked into your bedroom. You found your boyfriend sitting on your bed with a letter in his hands. Your lips curved up into a smile as you noticed his smile and that he was rereading one of your letters.

“Oh my god, you still have them?” You chuckled and leaned against the doorframe of your bedroom, watching him with a fond expression. You didn’t know that he kept your letters, but it made you even happier that he kept them all over the years.

Mattheo hummed happily and looked up to you, “I kept each of them.” He spoke softly and patted the place next to him, moving the box with the letters aside as you sat down next to him cross-legged.

You laughed quietly as you read the letter about the Christmas tree and the muffins. Nostalgia and memories flooded your mind as you finished reading the letter. “I forgot I used to call you cutie pie,” your voice was filled with affection as you reread the first line.

He couldn’t help but chuckle and showed you a few other letters, each of them addressed with a different cheesy nickname. “Back then, I wanted to hate you for them,” he admitted, his voice filled with amusement, but even as he spoke, you both knew that he wasn’t telling the truth.

You grinned and lifted your head to look at him, “You secretly loved them, be honest,” you teased him and watched him as he rolled his eyes playfully, which earned him a hit on his chest and ended in a shared laughter. “You never told me that you kept them.”

He slowly nodded, “I did. Whenever I got them, I was happy for a moment, especially if times weren’t….” He paused for a moment and inhaled, “When times weren’t so great at home. Your letters made me feel better, even the few ones you sent to me during school.” He put the letter he was holding back into its envelope and put the box on the nightstand.

With a quick move, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you towards him. He let himself fall back against the mattress, and you ended up facing each other while lying on your sides. A giggle left your lips, which caused him to smile. You moved your arms around his neck and left small featherlight kisses on his cheeks, his lips and the tip of his nose. A soft hum left his lips as he melted into you even more with each kiss.

“I love you so much,” he whispered and pressed a gentle kiss on your lips. You returned his kiss and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss. You gently traced his neck with your fingertips and slowly pulled away from him, “I love you more, my dearest cutie pie,” you grinned teasingly and yelped as he turned you over and hovered over you. “You’re the best that happened to me in my life,” he whispered and kissed you again.

[shxtodxroki]

𝙼𝙷𝙰 𝙼𝚎𝚗 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚎𝚡𝚝 (𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸)

Summary: How do the MHA men react when you write out a text confessing to them that you never intend to actually send, yet you accidentally send it to them anyways?

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of food, mentions of insecurities/self-doubt

Characters: Tamaki Amajiki, Mirio Togata, Hawks (Keigo Takami), Shota Aizawa, All Might (Toshinori Yagi)

Part 1 | Part 3

♡ Tamaki Amajiki ♡

♡ Mirio Togata ♡

♡ Keigo Takami ♡

♡ Shota Aizawa ♡

♡ Toshinori Yagi ♡

A/N: I decided to write a second set of these because you guys really seemed to like the first one, and I have plans to at least write two more sets (one for the 1-A girls and one for the villains) but I definitely forgot a few characters that I wanted to add to the last one, so if you have any specific characters that you want to see included in these please just let me know! Requests are currently open, so if you have a request for me to write then feel free to send it in!

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[thesupreme316]

Heyyyyy I just came up with this but headcanons with the boys if their so is in college and has a bunch of missing work how and how they would deal with it (not like this is related to me rn totally DONT have have 20+ missing assignments that r do Thursday😮‍💨) if not that’s fine I just needing something to do so I felt like I was being productive cuz I don’t feel like doing work in my week off. Thought I’d submit ideas for writers so I’d be doing smt!

AEW STARS React to: Their S/O In College (and Taking Finals)

Pairings: Nick Wayne x Reader, Darius Martin x Reader, Hook x Reader, Dante Martin x Reader, Christian Cage x Reader, MJF x Reader, Eddie Kingston x Reader, Wheeler Yuta x Reader

Word Count: 1.2K

Supreme Speaks: hey yall, finals kicked my butt, but we back and packed up in here! to this lovely anon, i hope you got everything done and passed with flying colors (ik i struggled). but anyways, please remember that you are loved and appreciated, and also that you are more than a gpa.

Warnings: none i think, grammarly wasn't working so barely proofread, no gifs as tumblr don't wanna work rn

Taglist: @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom @triscillal @cassie0sstuff @eddie-kingstons-wifey @hookerforhook @batzy-watzy @wwenhlimagines

i totally forgot to add my beautiful besties my bad

Nick Wayne

Hahaha He is the last person you should be going to for help

If anything, Nick believes that you should just leave it alone and just be in candy land with him

But he knows how hard it is for you and how important it is

So he’ll try his best to help you actually do the assignments

Like you two split up how much work you have and he does half the assignment

I think he would find it fun; pulling all nighters in the library and doing work with their S/O until like 4 am

Every night would be a new adventure

Would let you review the work before you submit it

But anything science-related

Don’t ask him shit

I see him as more of a math person

Darius Martin

I see Darius definitely as a liberal arts or literature person

Like he can edit your papers (he’s your personal chat gpt)

I think Darius would help you by creating a schedule

Like when you need to get stuff done by

BUT

He takes it a step further by allocating time limits for each assignment

Like you can only work on assignment 1 for an hour and 30 minutes each day

Something tells me he is particular with schedules

Darius will keep you on track as if he’s getting paid for it

“Y/N, your break ended 3 minutes ago. LETS GO”

Will definitely help you with researching topics cause that takes a while

Don’t ask him shit about math

Dante Martin

Doesn’t particularly understand what you are going through

But nonetheless he hates that he doesn’t see you as much anymore

I can see him just giving you gifts and words of encouragement

Will tutor you if you need help…but realize that this is not high school science

“You mean there is more than Chemistry I? CHEMISTRY VI? ORGANIC-“

He soon gives up

Stays up with you and drags you away from work if needed

IMAGINE DANTE SAYING “COME TO BED BABY” OMG MY HEART

Will help you with assignments like Nick

Will reward you for all your hard work (wink wink)

Tries to distract you and give you moments for fun/relaxation

After the dust is settled, he’s just happy that you are out of the shackles of academia and you two can hang out stress-free

Hook

MANS IS NOT BOTHERED WITH YOUR BULLSHIT

Has the constant “I told you to start on these assignments earlier” look on his face

If anything he will just supply you with food, energy drinks, and emotional support

But if you thing this man will give you any type of physical help

YOU ARE LYIN TO YOURSELF SWEETHEART

Will secretly complain about your lack of self care or wishing he could actually help in Italian

Fancanon: Hook can speak Italian

If he thinks you have been working too much

He will save your work and shut your laptop down

Will make sure you did everything on your checklist before turning the assignments in

If you need him to print stuff off, just ask, he’ll do it

Unless it’s 1 am…then he’s telling you to take your ass to sleep

Wheeler Yuta

Okay, this man can actually help you

WITH HIS CUTE ASS GLASSES

He truly understands what you are going through as he used to be in your shoes

Mans will tutor you until you are smarter than him

Loves helping you with history and shit

“No the War of 1812 didn’t happen in 1937”

Gives you helpful study and test-taking tips

Tries to make you drink healthy caffeinated drinks not Monsters or Red Bulls

Believes they are the devil and will slap them out of your hands

“What did I say? Red Bull gives you horns, not wings…no not horns for being horny”

Will give you little trinkets or treat you out to dinner when you complete your assignments/exams

He just wants you to remain healthy during this stressful time

Christian Cage

I feel like if anything Christian is a professor…with the way he be schooling those-

He’s probably very knowledge in various subjects

He just does them the old-fashioned way

“What the hell is this?…Whatcha mean this is the new way?”

But if anything he’ll adapt to it, just trying to help you

I HAVE A THEORY that he’ll stay up reading the next chapter or the directions for your next assignment and tries to figure out ways to make the process easier

So the next day you walk out to the table and you see the parts of your project laid out and labeled

“I know it’s a lot but we break it up like this, you should be able to complete by tomorrow”

Christian takes pictures of you two so he can look back and bring up times like the Vietnam war

Makes you take breaks, in which he’ll work in your place

When you get your grade back, it’s yalls grade

not yours

MJF

Straight up pays for a tutor/homework helper

But stays in the room and yells at them cause you are still confused and behind

I mean this in the nicest way

Max is no damn help

He is laughing at you while he’s putting on his scarf

“Imagine doing homework to get a little paper for a job! That’s what you get for not being born rich”

Will post you on instagram and claim that homework and exams are to test idiots

But will quickly change his tune when you place a physics worksheet in front of him

“WHY IS THE GREEK ALPHABET HERE?”

Issues you a public apology and vows to never make fun of you again

If anything MJF supplies you with emotional support, letting you know that your feelings are valid

Will buy you new shoes or something massive for surviving and passing everything

Eddie Kingston

Now when I say don’t ask him anything

DON’T ASK HIM ANYTHING! HE’LL JUST SAY

“Doll, imma be real, I have a GED. I dunno shit”

He can only laugh from afar and say “glad I don’t have to do that shit”

But if you ask him anything about English or Shakespeare, he got you

Will recite random Shakespeare quotes to provide entertainment

I think he proofreads your papers to ensure they make sense

I do think he can help with researching and giving you credible websites

Other than that, his designated role is paper weight or waterboy

He believes your every word when you groan about school

That’s all he can do but you don’t complain about it

After he loves you and you love him

[muneca-lemon-steppa]

Interviews for New Beginnings: Part 3

Alfie Solomons x Fem!Reader

Words: 4,990, Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Sexism, Arguing, Man trying to get with reader.

A/N: AAAHHHH PART 3?!!? Guys this is so much fun for me and I'm so glad you guys are having fun too. Is it weird that I feel like we are doing this together? Also guys just to warn you... we are getting a little angsty,,, a little violent... So if you are not into it, comment and I will give you the general plot of this chapter if it become too much! Anyway please enjoy, love you guys so much! And if I forgot to add you to the taglist I am so sorry! Just lemme know and I'll amend it! And if you need to see the other parts, click the tag with the title of the series, and it should have all the parts together! Ok I’m done!

The home of Alfie Solomons was the quintessential diorama of an old man's bachelor pad. Despite the anxious and angsty attempts by his elderly maid Sarah, the home still carried the air of a man who not only preferred to be left alone, but also had no plans of adding anyone into his inner sanctum. There was paper and documents strewn about, half read books piled by his favorite chair, a hosting bar cart that was looking more ancient than him, and a massive dog making his home on the floor in front of the roaring fire. Alfie silently thanked Sarah for her efforts. Sarah was the best housekeeper he could have ever asked for, she was essentially silent, and did not scold him for the ever present animal pen he kept. Then only things she asked for was to be paid on time, for her Sabbath to be uninterrupted, and to be warned ahead of time if there was to be company. Luckily, he never had to concern her with the last item.

With a grunt he landed on his favorite chair, studying the unused love seat and the matching chair to his that sat across from him. It was a set that was meant to host, that was meant to have visitors and entertain. He had no idea why he bought them, they looked exactly as they did when he bought them three years ago. Untouched. And yet he couldn't help but imagine you sitting so prettily on the chair beside him. With every inhale he could smell the lingering scent of you on his jacket lapel. Clean, like plain soap and fresh air. A kiss of lavender oil that washed over him as you flipped your hair out of your face. He could see so clearly you laughing at his jokes, pouring out tea for you and him, rubbing Cyrils face and giggling at Alfie's gruffness. He could see you darning a small sock...

With a groan Alfie rubbed the visions out of his eyes like a dream. Because that's what it was isn't it? A stupid stupid dream. You were so... fresh and sweet and... frustrating and loud and obnoxious and such a know it all and... beautiful and kind and smart and...

Alfie huffed and got up to beg for sleep in his room, but his head on the pillow only ran through these reveries even more. You were much to young. 10 years his junior at least. You were pure and kind, and he was a bad man. It was an unequal yoke to carry. He had killed people in the war and at home. He had manipulated and schemed to get this. And you deserved more. You deserved a good man, a softer man. Someone who lived a quiet life and could give you a life above board, where you never had to look over your shoulder. Someone who was gentle and wouldn't argue with you, would just treat you like the Queen of Sheba. That is what you deserved. Not some old gangster with a bad back and dozens of men plotting his demise. With a sigh he resolved his promise. He would take care of you as long as you let him. Protect you from all the mess and nonsense of this job, and let you be the girl you are. And when it was time to let you go... he'd let you go. He could protect you and honor you ask long as you'd let him, but when the right man came along, he’d let you leave, knowing that you were safe. And with a sigh he rolled over, letting himself sleep for a few hours, his mind slipping off into a world where you maybe chose him, and made that other chair your favorite.

Across Camden you had just finished explaining to your mother that your very kind boss had just brought you home after a late night in the office. You had to assure her that you were safe and that he was very respectable, that no danger was present. Though the constant worrying and fussing irritated you sometimes, she was a good woman, a good mother, who just wanted the best for her oldest child.

Your mother and father got married incredibly young, and were forced to become acquainted with the world and it’s imbalances even earlier. Where you still got to be young and childless and educated, your mother at your age had already had you, and was working in the family tailors shop full time. The day you realized your mother could scarcely write her name, you heard your mother sobbing to your father late in the evening. It was then that you resolved to do your best in everything, making sure your mothers sacrifices weren’t in vain. And if it took a little white lie to keep her from having a heart attack? Well… it would be worth it.

“Ah I just don’t know darling, that seems awfully forward don’t you think? I don’t even remember your father being alone with me ever until our wedding night? Are we sure he is a good man? Do you have anything with you in your purse darling?”

“Mama I promise you everything is fine. I think his insistence in NOT letting me walk home is evidence enough yes?”

Your mother fiddled with the end of her long braid, a habit indicating her anxiety, a motion you know well, “Mmm I suppose… but darling I just worry. Young women now… very very independent and it is good but… oh I just don’t want you to be taken advantage of darling. Will you take a weapon or something with you?”

You laughed, and maybe you shouldn’t laugh at your own mother. But… oh it is your mother!!! The sweet woman that she was! Who refused to go to sleep without a candle, and forbid your father from cleaning his gun around her, and dropped many a plate due to loud noises… what does she know about a weapon!! “Mama what weapon?! Shall I bring a hand gun to work? Mama none of us know how to use a gun, except Papa and Eli! I’m ok I promise! My boss is not a dangerous man!”

From her place in the kitchen cabinet you heard her speak, “Oh hush! Of course not a gun!! You are absolutely ridiculous. No just take this pocket knife ok? Oh please don’t look so disturbed! It is in good condition and your father got it for me when he would have to work late at the tailors! Will just put it in your work bag please? For your poor mother? If you love me you’ll do it!”

With a laugh and a kiss on her soft cheek you affirmed her, “Of course mama, I could never refuse your gifts. Now now mama don’t be cross i am not teasing! Just promise me you don’t worry about me anymore! I am a grown woman and I am very capable of taking care of things. I learned from the best yeah?”

You mother nodded and kissed your cheek back, patting your head, “Yes yes. Well thank you my love. Now I’m off to bed, and you should too. Sleep well my darling.”

As you prepared for bed you felt a heaviness in the pit of your stomach. What would your mother say when she found out you had been lying to her? What if she did find out? What if she sees you with Alfie in the street? No no it wasn’t possible. Your mother hadn’t left this side of Camden in a decade, and she hates going farther than two blocks. No no it’s fine. You’re fine. And technically, it wasn’t a complete lie! No Alfie was honorable! And he was sweet! And he was handsome… and kind…. and smart… and rugged… if he weren’t a gangster you would’ve probably been matched with him… to be his wife.. No no! No what a childish fantasy. Those are the thoughts of a love struck child. He was your boss and that was it! So what if he was handsome? You were his secretary and that was it! And if he somehow decided to… promote you… you allowed a giggle to leave your chest as you blew out the lamp next to you. Tomorrow is another day.

Soon you developed a routine with Alfie, and the next few months seemed to fly like a wonderful dream. During the week you woke up, making yourself and Alfie lunch for day. The walk to the bakery was typically a lovely and brisk one, with the rising sun being your partner.

Upon arriving at the office, you make quick work of saying hello to the regular faces, and sneaking a sweet treat to Ollie. You set the kettle on, making sure a nice hot cup is ready for you and Alfie upon his arrival. A healthy amount of milk and sugar for you. Almost no milk for Alfie, but extra sugar. Then the daily schedule needs to be attended to. After working with Alfie for a few months you’ve developed a system of who gets what treatment. Some names get tea and a pleasant seat. Some get very bitter tea and must stand the entire time while they wait. Some get absolutely nothing, and are made to stand with their back to Alfie’s door, wondering how they will be summoned. Shot or call. During the meetings you take copious notes. Partially to make sure you don’t miss anything that Alfie will need to call upon later, partially to make visitors nervous about what is being recorded. You had become quite the necessary tool for Alfie. You added a certain glamour and class to the office. A sort of authority in the way you walked that continued to make weak men sweat in the office. Alfie’s favorite part of these meetings was having you re-read what was said, noticing that you added a certain something to keep the pressure on the other party. You were proving yourself an absolute natural.

It was during a day like this when Alfie came back from a ‘social visit’ with a big smile on his face, “Shalom treacle!! Get your coat darling we’re going out!”

You looked up from the calendar you were organizing, “Shalom Alfie, what do you mean we are going out? You have an appointment at 2, and you need to look at the numbers from last week and-“

“Hush woman, fuck the meeting I said we are going out.”

He grabbed your long coat from the hook, and held it open for you to put it on, “Now my love we have very special things today. You remember the gaming club Tommy mentioned? Well he found a place right? And today we are going to look at it and get a price for it.”

As you put your arms through the sleeves, and grabbed your scarf from Alfie you can’t help but question, “But what does this have to do with me? Why do you want me there?”

Alfie then finished his dressing of you by handing you your bag and offering you his arm, “What does this have to do with you? What does this have to do with you? Have I heard that right? Well my dear you put the fear of the devil himself into men like no other. Make them piss themselves. No no don’t laugh treacle it’s true! I need you to strike fear in the hearts of these sinners and help me find the holes. Think you can do it darling?”

The way he smiled at you… it made you want to do anything and everything for him. You smiled and nodded, “Let’s get on with it then.”

Alfie smiled even greater at the small smirk that played on your beautiful lips. He loved it when you worked with him like this. You walked arm and arm, laughing and carrying on like mischievous children ready to prank their teacher. You arrive at the possible location still laughing when you meet Thomas Shelby, and two other men, who you can only assume are the other Shelby brothers that you’ve heard so much about. Your eyes meet with Tommy’s, and you feel your stomach drop at the wink he gives you before walking toward you and Alfie. “Alfie, glad you could make it, “ he stoops down to grab your hand and kiss it, “Good to see you again darling. Let me introduce you to my brothers.”

You’re introduced to both Arthur and John. Your eyes soften at both their faces. John’s eyes show a soft mirth, a sweetness of a young man who still has so much to learn, much like Eli. Arthur… just looking at him your heart is heavy. You don’t know anything about him but his eyes look sad, and there is a weight to his shoulders that make you already feel quite sorry for him.

It takes about three flights of stairs to reach the top floor of the building. It's musty, clearly has not been used for some time, there are cobwebs and piles of dust over every counter, and the once white cloths covering the tables are now a dingy gray. Your wide eyes look up and around the space, clutching your notepad and pen to your chest, "What did this place used to be?"

Tommy answered, "It was once a bar, a little club run by some young idiot who thought he knew his way around this business. Couldn't make it past a year. Now.... it's been sitting vacant. Waiting for us."

You stray from Alfie's side, making notes of everything that would need to be done, "What all is included in the sale?"

"Everything. Tables, counters, fixtures, chairs. All for a reasonable price if you ask me."

"Mmmm Alfie will be the judge of that I think. Alfie, the wall paper will need to be redone yes? I think a richer color on the walls."

Alfie looked at Tommy and smiled, "Yes you're quite right treacle. A wine red yeah? Something indicative of the debauchery of such a hell hole."

"Mmm yes. Tommy, John, Arthur... how stable is this bar counter? How much would it cost to replace it?"

And so went the rest of the afternoon. You milling around the space making notes and sketches, and supplementing with the comments of the men in the room, who may or may not have been following you like ducklings. John and Arthur pulled curtains to let light in, and frankly John was more than willing to do what it took to gain a pleased smile from you. Once adequate notes had been taken, everyone sat around a table, waiting for the agent to come by and agree to a price.

During this part of the meeting, you tended to hold your tongue, only responding to when Alfie asked you to ‘refresh’ his memory on a particular point. It was these parts of the meetings that you could really see Alfie work his magic. Tommy Shelby and Alfie Solomons couldn’t be more different. Where Tommy was smooth and steady in tone, Alfie was a hurricane. A bear of a man who ripped things to shreds. Though on the surface it looked as though Alfie was merely destroying and rebuilding on a whim, there was a method. Study his opponent, memorize the motions and responses to his moves, and utilize it against them. Use previous information to flip and return on his enemy. It was a studied craft. Something you knew that had worked on for a long time. It was an art piece, and with every wink he threw your way, it was clear it was not just an act, but a piece of him. He was a gangster, through and through.

Soon enough, a deal was reached, and a plan was set in place for renovations to start the very next day. And in accordance with their 50/50 split, equal men of Shelby’s and Solomons’ men would be taking part in the work. All the men shook hands, you nodded and smiled at the Shelbys, quick to rebuff Tommy’s offer to take your hand again. Alfie seemed to be in a particularly good mood, and as you walked out of the building, he looked at you and said, “Oi... you hungry?"

You stopped and peered up in his eyes that were partially obscured by the wide brim of his hat, "Mr. Solomons are you asking me to dinner?"

He rolled his eyes, "Oh goodness... see this is why you can never be nice right? Because there you go... being cheeky with me... can never be a yes or no with you yeah? It's always got to be something with you innit? I mean - "

"Alfie Alfie! Yes I am hungry! Now take me to dinner and buy me a drink yeah?" You laughed at his blustering and grabbed his arm, making him meet your eyes, he huffed in response but couldn't keep the smile off his face.

"Buy you a drink yeah buy you a drink! Buy you a hobby so you stop harassing old men. I mean don't you have anything better to do than just be mean to your old boss?"

You laughed as you both walked away down the street, "What do you mean a hobby? My whole life now is just doing your bidding isn't it? And someone must keep you humble, all that business makes your head explode."

You let Alfie lead you to a clandestine pub a few blocks away, shrouded by family businesses and laughing people. As soon as Alfie walked in, the wait staff scurried around, clearing a table in the corner for both you and Alfie. Soon enough you had been given food and drink, and you felt increasingly more relaxed in your seat, facing away from the door opposite of Alfie. You allowed yourself to day dream in the comfortable silence you occupied. It didn't feel like dinner with your boss. It felt like dinner with a friend. Dinner with more than a friend. You imagined about what it would be like with Alfie all the time. To spend the afternoon with him walking through town, enjoying the sun and the conversation. To be taken to dinner with him, meet with friends and repeating faces. To be taken back home with him... sit in front of his fire... to fall asleep with him...

"Hello... treacle??" You're knocked out of your reverie with Alfie's bejeweled fingers waving in front of your face.

"Oh my gosh Alfie I'm so sorry! Yes whats wrong?"

Alfie laughed heartily head thrown back, "Goodness darling your mind must've been in fucking Timbuktu! I was asking if you wanted another drink?"

You felt the heat flush to your ears and cheeks and chuckled in your embarassment, "Oh my goodness I'm so embarrassed. No no I'm fine Alfie thank you. You go, I'll keep our table."

Alfie nodded and went to the bar to grab another glass of Rum. You proceeded to look around the cozy pub when a man slid into Alfie's seat. "Well hello beautiful. Mind if I sit here?"

Your eyes rushed to him. Young. Could be handsome if he cared to bathe and wash the stink of liquor off of him and change his shirt. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was sweaty. Stupid. Clearly so. "I'm sorry but you must be mistaking me for someone else. I'm here with my boss and you are sitting in his seat."

He sneered and winked at you, "Oh I saw the old man alright. Solomons yeah, I know him. I'm not too worried about the old man darling. Why don't you come sit with me yeah? I promise I am much more pleasant company."

The irritation was brewing in your stomach, but in truth you didn't want to cause a scene, "If you know Mr. Solomons then you either have a death wish or you are stupid. Please leave and get away from me. Mr. Solomons will not be happy to see you in his seat."

"You calling me stupid?"

"I am. You are clearly an imbecile, and a drunk one at that, now if you excuse me."

You proceeded to get up to find Alfie, when the man stood up and grabbed your arm, "You dumb bitch, how dare you get up. I'm trying to be nice to you!"

The table fell over with a clatter, and you began to scream, "Get off of me!!"

Before you could say another word Alfie came through wretching the man's hand off your arm, squeezing the man's neck."Now you listen to me right? You apologize to the young lady right now."

The young man's face began to slowly turn red, but he managed to splutter out, "Or what? You're gonna hit me with your cane?"

Alfie only seemed to squeeze tighter, and you saw something in Alfie's eyes that you've never seen before. It scared you. "No... no no... this is what's going to happen. If you don't apologize to the sweet young lady here. I will kill you. If you do apologize, I will not kill you. Now I think... I think that is a pretty generous offer yeah? And little man... I think you know who I am. And I think you know that killing little vermin like you doesn't bother me the least bit yeah? So what will it be? Quickly now!"

Without Alfie letting go, the slowly purpling face gasped out, "I'm sorry. I'm so... sorry ma'am."

You nodded back, feeling bile rise in your throat. Alfie dropped the man unceremoniously on the floor with a crack of the table. Without looking away from the gasping man he yelled to seemingly no one and everyone, "OUT!"

Every patron but you and the owner scrambled out with out a second thought. The bar owner locked the door and went to the back, and you felt your pulse quicken ringing in your ears. The sick in your stomach swirling. Alfie circled the still gasping man, who had bruises blooming on his throat, "Now... who taught you to grab women like that eh? Who said that was ok?"

The man didn't respond, and in anger Alfie kicked him right in the ribs. You screamed behind your hands as you heard the sickening thud and crack. Alfie grabbed the man by the collar and shoved him against the wall, 'WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? YOU THINK YOU CAN GRAB MY SECRETARY! YOU CAN GRAB MY GUEST?"

The young man began to sob, begging, and saying he was sorry. Alfie only continued, "Oh you crying now yeah? I thought you said you knew about me and weren't scared. That's why you thought you could harass my sweet secretary yeah? Well let me get you better acquainted."

With that, you saw the Mad Baker of Camden for the first time. Beating and beating and beating the man in front of you. Blood coating the knuckles of Alfie, as the young man's face proceeded to take the most brutal beating of it's life. You tried to stay quiet but it became too much, "ALFIE ENOUGH! It's enough Alfie!"

He paused, fist mid air as the man quivered underneath him. Alfie turned to you, "Enough? It's enough?? This man touched you without your permission and this is enough?!"

"You're going to kill him Alfie! Please enough!"

"I determine when it's enough!"

And he went back to punching him, growing more and more wrathful. And it became too much when the groans stopped, but the punches didn't. All you could do was scream at Alfie and weep. When Alfie finally finished and was heaving, you shoved a napkin in Alfie's hand and left without a word.

You began walking down the street, the tears streaming down your face. You didn't want anyone to see you crying, and the slowly setting sun aided. It was going to be an hour walk home. Your feet will hurt by the end of the night. But you didn't care. You needed the walk. You needed the air. You needed the scent of blood out of your nose and the sight of Alfie out of your mind. You had walked for who knows how long when you heard Alfie's voice yelling over the sound of a car, "Get in the car NOW!"

You looked over your shoulder, Alfie was yelling your name out the window of the car, with Ollie driving. You turned your head back and kept walking forward. You kept hearing Alfie curse, yelling your name, "Stop being a child and get in. DO AS I SAY NOW!"

"OR WHAT? YOU'LL BEAT ME WITHIN AN INCH OF MY LIFE??"

You tried to keep walking, but in a dangerous move the car sped and swerved in front of you, blocking your walk. You gasped as Alfie got out of the car, with a red stained, jeweled finger in your face, "Listen to me... you stop this act. You get in the car right now. You can be angry at me all you want but listen to me... you do not walk home alone. You work for me, you don't walk alone at night. Now. Get. In. The. Fucking. Car."

Tears were still streaming down your face, and you were so so angry with him, but you didn't have a choice. And your feet were hurting. With a huff you walk in the car, not letting him hold the door open for you. You sat in your seat, nodding at a very embarrassed looking Ollie. As soon as Alfie sat next to you, you stared out the window, looking at all the apartments whose occupants were definitely not listening in to your argument. You sat in silence for a few moments, but you couldn't hold it in any longer, "That was too far Alfie."

"I decide what is too far."

"You could have killed him."

"And the world would be better for it."

"You cannot treat people like that Alfie. He was just a child."

"A child who definitely would have hurt another woman in the future, he needed to learn a lesson."

You turned to him then, "Oh and that's how people are taught then yeah? Beating them to a bloody pulp any time they make you upset?"

He leaned in to your face, getting dangerously quiet, "This is my life darling. This is what you signed up for."

You scoffed, "I did not sign up to be a witness to you being a beast! This is not a way to live! This is heinous! You don't have a right to treat people this way!"

You didn't realize your volume, or the way your heart was racing. You were heaving, tears streaming down your face. His eyes... fixated on you. There was rage but you knew it wasn't at you, "I have every right darling. This is the life that has been given to me. Everything that I have, everything that I can give to you, Ollie, and the rest of the men in that distillery, is because of what I do. This world that we live in darling? You think that's fair? Nah... that ain't fair. If you want anything in this life... you need to take it. Grab it with both hands and never let go and never let anyone else take it. This is the way this world works beloved. This. This is what you signed up for. Now either grow up... or don't come back to the office."

You breath stopped. You didn't even consider that option. You felt more tears fall as you turn to face the window again. The rest of the car ride was in agonizing silence. You hated every minute. Alfie made no noise except a huff. After an infinity, you finally reached your home before you could move Alfie put his hand out, "Don't get up yet."

He grumbled as he got out of the car, looked around at both ends of the street, and then went to your door, opening it and helping you out. You refused to meet his eyes but you took his hand. You also let him walk you to the door, and as you reached for the door, you hear him cough and say, "I want you back at the office treacle alright? Course I do. But you really need to decide whether you can handle this. I hate seeing you upset I do darling. But this is who I am. This is the business. Now you need to decide if you can do it. Alright?"

You nodded your head limply. He just patted your head, feeling sick in his stomach, "Alright then. I'll know your answer if I don't see you tomorrow. Good night sweet heart."

"Goodnight Alfie." You whispered, turning your back quickly to run upstairs. Alfie would drive home in complete silence that night, agonizing about what would happen.

You ran past your whole family gathered around mending the laundry in the sitting room. You refused to tell you mother what happened, and didn't let Eli in your room. When your younger sister asked you what was wrong, you just cried in her chubby baby arms, while she patted your head with her child palms. You cried in your pillow, reliving the vision you saw, wondering what to do. You didn't want to see that kind of violence, you had never seen anything like that. But you loved this job. You loved your freedom. You loved spending time in the office, laughing with Alfie and meeting new people. You tossed and turned all night, but sleep would not take you. It was well past midnight when you finally felt the exhaustion of the day creep its' fingers over your eyes.

And then you smelled the smoke.

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Could you do fic for Peter 'Bono' Bonnington with wife reader? Bono was on the way to meet his wife and kid(s) and was stopped by Nico Rosberg. Nico's like an excited child trying to make a convo with him. And his family just laughed while watching Nico fumbling over his worlds in front of Bono. Nico then spotted them and decided to ask them a few questions. Just something fluff and sweet. Add something if you want to. You decide how it ended. Thanks!! :)))

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Bono was excited for this weekend. His wife had brought their 3 year old twins to their first race and so he was speeding through his meetings and the paddock to find his family.

And was he a little in his head?

Yeah

Did that mean he really had to bump into Nico Rosberg?

Apparently, yeah.

“Oh, hey Bono, um, wonderful to see you the paddock, I mean, you are always in the paddock, but y’know, obviously nice to see you…” Nico was floundering, panicking. He’d obviously seen Bono when he was in the Mercedes paddock, but that was before he had become the force he was today.

“Yeah Nico, lovely to see you too, is there anything you need?” Bono was a little annoyed, he just wanted to find his wife and kids, but he was happy to indulge Nico for a second as he tried to find them.

Y/N was barely 5 metres away, having enjoyed a nice coffee and some lunch with the kids. She felt like a spy sitting there with her sunglasses watching as Nico fumbled for his words, blushing and panicking, as her husband tried to look for a way to find his family, or at least a way out of this conversation. She smiled, before picking up her bag, and pointing out to her children their father, as they sprinted through people’s legs to get there.

“Dad! Dad!”

Bono turned around with a huge smile on his face, as he spotted his kids, opening up his arms, as they hugged him, picking them up.

He almost forgot about Nico as he let teh kids talk about how cool he looked and what they’d done at school that week.

Almost.

As he put the kids down, and placed a soft kiss on his wife’s lips, he noticed Nico crouching down and talking to his kids.

“Hello, what are your names?” Nico asked while crouching down to the 3 year olds level.

“I’m Clara and that’s Carl.” The girl, Clara, seemed a lot more confident that the boy, her brother, Carl, who almost was hiding behind his sister.

“It’s lovely to meet you both, I’m Nico, I’m friends with your dad. Are you gonna follow in his footsteps and be racing drivers? Or follow mum’s footsteps and be ballerinas?” Nico asked

“Oh god, Nico. The endless debate in our household. Clara wants to get into karts, but Pete is against it. And Carl wants to get into ballet and I’m against it. So…” Y/N laughed as she hugged Nico as he stood up. “Lovely to see you though.”

“Lovely to see you as well, come around for a dinner some time, Viv would love to see you.” Nico smiled before crouching down to the kids level “and Clara, if you ever need a kart, and your dad won’t let you, call me, and I’l buy you one, okay?”

“Nico stop corrupting my kids.” Bono laughed, before starting to usher the family back to hospitality. 

“I would never.” Nico feigned shock, before waving goodbye and returning to Sky.

“Now, c’mon, I’m hungry, let’s go get lunch!”

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CHAPTER 2 - I CANNOT HIDE WHAT'S ON MY MIND

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Word Count: 3,571

Content Warnings: swearing, smoking cigarettes (don't smoke kids), mentions of a previous toxic relationship, mentions of a minor injury, cleaning a wound, mentions of blood, mentions of Ronnie Radke, mentions of jail (Ronnie Radke), mentions of alcohol consumption

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BECCA

“I’m Andy. Pleasure to meet you.” He said with a slight smirk.

“Becca.” I said quietly. Barely above a whisper.

“I know. We already established that.” He laughed in a whisper.

He instantly made me feel at ease with how he smiled at me. Andy then began to lead me further into the bus, towards the bathroom, with a gently pull on my elbow that he was still holding like I was made of glad.

Most of the curtains across the bunks were open, except for a couple that must’ve had people in them. Few of the bunks that were visible to me had been made, most had the covers haphazardly strewn on them with food wrappers and various chargers on them. It was painfully obvious that men lived on this bus. God how messy could people be.

When we reached the end of the narrow corridor, Andy paused and opened the door at the end, revealing a small bathroom.

“Sorry about the mess.” Andy laughed, rubbing the back of his head with his free hand.

“It’s okay. The rest of my band are guys so I’m kind of used to it at this point.” I smiled. I was beginning to feel better now, which was most definitely down to Andy’s kindness.

He gestured for me to hop up onto the tiny countertop, however, due to the wound on my hand I was unable to do so and ended up just staring at him with a lost expression covering my face. He looked at me expectantly, not really sure why I wasn’t moving.

“I can’t get up Andy. My hand… remember?” I laughed.

“Oh shit yeah.” He immediately leapt into action, wrapping his arms around my thighs and lifting me up onto the counter. I let out a mix between a gasp and a shriek and he laughed again. God, I could never get tired of hearing him laugh.

He rubbed the back of his neck again, I assumed it was a nervous habit of his, and turned his head away, barely hiding the blush that had materialised on his cheeks.

“Here, give me your hand.” He said gently. I held my hand out to him and he took it in his much larger one. The antibacterial wipe stung my hand, making me wince and flinch away in pain. “Sorry.” Andy muttered.

“It’s okay. You can’t really help it.” I laughed, making him laugh in return.

He then looked closer at my hand, as if examining the wound. “Now I’m not a doctor by any means, but I don’t think you need any stitches.” He explained, “But I do think that this will scar.”

He went back into the first aid box and pulled out a dressing, which he gently unwrapped and delicately stuck to the palm of my hand.

“Ta-da! Good as new.” He laughed.

“Thanks, Andy.” I replied with a smile.

“It’s no problem at all. Ronnie is kind of an ass.” He shrugged, again rubbing the back of his neck.

I laughed at that.

“Anyone else I need to be aware of?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“No. That about covers it. If you avoid Ronnie, and don’t do anything that might piss him off, you’re set.” He explained with a smile.

“Great.” I replied, still smiling back at him. “Well, I better head back to my bus now.” I hopped off the counter.

“Yeah, yeah of course.” He quickly said. “I’ll see you around I guess.”

“Yeah, see you around.” I replied with a smile, before leaving and heading back to my own bus.

The walk back was short, considering my bus was only five away from Andy’s. The night was dark and chilly. You could see the stars perfectly. As I got closer to the bus, I could hear the yelling and laughing of my bandmates. They weren’t exactly a quiet bunch, but what exactly would you expect from a bunch of unruly guys in their early twenties.

I opened the door, and they all fell quiet, looking at me expectantly. I gave them all a smile and closed the door behind me.

“I was with Andy from Black Veil Brides.” I began, “He was patching me up because I cut my hand on some fucking glass when Ronnie pushed me.”  

The guys erupted in laughter, making kissing faces and wolf-whistling at me, implying that something more had happened while I was on his bus.

I simply laughed and shook my head. If I responded, they would be certain that something had happened between the two of us.

“Are you okay though, in all seriousness?” Nick asked.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine.” I replied. “Just a bit sore, but I’ll just bruise by the morning.”

With a shrug, I walked back to my bunk to try and get some much needed sleep before we departed for our next location tomorrow.

A short and dreamless sleep found me quickly after I had crawled into by cramped bunk.

ANDY

She was beautiful.

Becca.

I repeated her name over and over again in my head as I lay in my bunk waiting for sleep to claim me.

I never struggled to sleep on tour. In fact, it usually came to me easily.

But she wouldn’t let me. Fuck. I had only just met the girl and she was already stopping me from functioning as I normally did.

I found myself smiling at just the thought of her as I lay alone in the dark. I had never felt this way after just meeting someone for a brief few minutes before. Sure, I felt this way about my ex, but never since. Hell, I was angry at myself for ever feeling like this when I was with my ex.

Doubt began creeping into my brain.

Who are you even kidding, Andy?

Becca will never feel the same way about you.

You’re a loser.

A deadbeat.

You aren’t going anywhere in life.

You’re in a metal band for fucks sake.

But so is she.

She’s in a band too.

I groaned as I ran my hands down my face in frustration as I grew angry with my brain. It had recently been working over time fucking up my day.

I had only just met Becca, she wasn’t worth losing sleep over. At least not yet anyway.

Her deep green eyes haunted my thoughts as I rolled over to face the curtain that separated my bunk from the rest of the bus.

My dyed dark hair found its way into my mouth, frustrating me even more as I spluttered trying to get it out of my mouth.

A hand  shot its way into my bunk from the other side of the curtain, smacking me on my forehead.

“Shut the fuck up and go to sleep.” A voice I identified as CC angrily groaned. His voice was laced with tiredness, which instantly made me feel even more terrible on top of how I already felt.

I threw an arm over my eyes and groaned once more. I was never going to get to sleep at this rate. Not when Becca plagued my thoughts, and Allison haunted them.

I needed air.

With yet another groan, I crawled out of my bunk and trudged to the door, grabbing my jacket on the way out.

The cool night air clung to my body despite the jacket. Upon checking my phone, I realised it was 2:32am. Fuck. We were leaving for the next location on the tour at 8:30am, so there wasn’t really much point trying to sleep. I would probably take a power nap when we got there between sound check and our actual set itself.

Shivering and pulling the jacket closer to my body, searching for some sense of warmth, I walked towards a picnic bench that was nearby our bus. It was slightly damp, but I didn’t care. I pulled out a pack of cigarettes before lighting one.

I pulled the cigarette to my lips and inhaled deeply, warmth flooding my being. I released the smoke with a big puff of air.  

The night sky was illuminated with bright stars that painted a beautiful pattern across the world.

In that moment, I felt the most peaceful I had felt in a very long time. My long hair blew gently in the mild breeze.

My thoughts began to wander again, but not where I wanted them to.

Becca sat on the bathroom counter. Her legs touching mine ever so slightly. I could smell her floral perfume wafting through the small space. Her deep green eyes staring into my own blue ones. She plagued me.

Then the image changed. Instead of Becca sat in front of me, Allison sat there. Her long, poorly highlighted, blonde hair cascading over her shoulder as her grating voice filled the space. My heart began to ache at the thought of her.

Sure, I missed her. But I could never forgive her for what she did to me.

I loved her. Still do in some fucked up way. We spent so much time devoting ourselves to eachother before it all fell apart.

Thankfully, a door shutting loudly forced me out of those thoughts.

However, my thankfulness was also cut short when I realised who had closed the door.

Looking over my shoulder to see who it was, my eves widened at the sight of Becca slowly making her way out of the bus in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and some short pyjama shorts. My dick twitched slightly in my sweatpants.

No.

Evil dick.

Don’t do that.

Not now.

Please.

Great. I’ve reached a point in my life where I need to beg my dick to behave itself around her.

What has my life come to?

“You got another one of those?” She asked with an awkward laugh, gesturing to the cigarette I had in my hand.

I couldn’t being myself to speak IDIOT, so instead I opted for just handing the box to her, letting her take one, before offering her the lighter.

She lit her cigarette and inhaled before exhaling the smoke with a deep sigh.

“You okay?” I asked with a slight laugh.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine. Just can’t get back to sleep.” She laughed back.

“Lucky you. I couldn’t get to sleep in the first place.” I sighed.

“How come?” She asked.

“I don’t know.” I laughed. “My brain won’t shut up.” I added, tapping the side of my head, making her laugh.

Oh that laugh.

That laugh was the most perfect sound I had ever heard.

“I feel that.” She replied, putting out her cigarette.

“What’s stopping you from sleeping then?” I asked, trying to get the conversation away from me as I knew I was bound to tell her whatever she wanted to know, and I wasn’t quite ready to tell her about Allison.

“Same as you I guess.” Becca replied. “I was sleeping great, woke up to get some water, then couldn’t go back to sleep. My brain likes to wander around at night.” She added with a breathy laugh.

“It sucks.” I said with a sigh.

“Damn straight.” Becca laughed.

She laughed a lot.

I liked that.

Maybe our kids would have the same laugh?

Woah Andy, slow the fuck down.

“So, what brings you to Warped Tour?” I asked after a few moments of silence, desperate to hear more of her voice.

“Same as you. We want to play for more people. Get our name out there, you know?” She responded.

“It’s harder than I thought it would be. Being in a band.” I said, swinging my leg a little bit.

“Oh God, yes it’s hard.” She laughed. Once again, making my heart flutter.

“Touring sucks.” I added.

“These fucking bunks are killing me.” Becca giggled.

Oh no.

The giggle was far more lethal than her laugh.

I was absolutely fucked.

“So, what’s the deal with Ronnie?” She asked me after a few moments of comfortable silence. “I’ve gathered that he’s a massive asshole, but why?”

“Nobody told you yet?” I asked, slightly surprised, as usually Ronnie’s antics before Warped Tour were common knowledge in the scene.

“Nope.” She answered, popping the p.

“Long story short, he went to jail for about a year before Warped Tour.” I summarised.

“Damn.” She muttered under her breath.

“Yeah. I try to stay out of his way as much as I can.” I laughed, trying to lighten the mood slightly.

“I might just have to follow your lead with that one.” She said with a quiet laugh.

We fell into a comfortable silence once again, gazing up at the stars overhead.

Much like before, a door closed, startling the two of us.

“Becca, what are you doing out here?” Luke called out to her.

“Couldn’t sleep.” She replied with a shrug.

“Come back in before you get sick.” He said. “We can’t lose our singer before tour gets going.”

“I’ll be back in soon.” Becca promised.

That seemed to appease Luke as he disappeared back into their bus, shutting the door behind him.

She smiled warmly at me before lying down on the picnic bench, pulling me down behind her harshly.

We lay like that for a while.

Staring up at the stars.

My mind began to wander again.

Becca made my heart leap in a way nobody ever had before. Not even Allison.

I was in too deep and I was petrified I wouldn’t be able to crawl my way out of this.

For fucks sake, I had only just met the girl and my heart was beating so hard I worried it might burst out of my chest and swallow me whole.

In that moment, my stupid mind decided to wander once again.

Allison.

I couldn’t get hurt again.  

Not after what happened.

I decided that I would never let Becca close to my heart. She could try and get in, but I wouldn’t let her.

BECCA

The stars above us were beautiful. Each one told its own unique story. Like us.

Andy and I had been laying on the table in silence for about ten minutes, gazing up at the night sky, before I decided to speak.

I couldn’t take any more of my mind racing with thoughts about him.

There was something about him that made my heart flutter in my chest.

Maybe it was his angelic blue eyes?

Or his kind smile?

I couldn’t figure it out.

I stole glances at him here and there. This feeling made me feel like I had returned to middle school. I didn’t know what to do with myself.

“So whe-“

“Do you li-“

We both started to speak at the same time, making us laugh gently.

“You first.” I said.

“No, I’m sure whatever you were going to say is far more interesting than what I was going to say.” Andy laughed.

“Okay fine.” I pretended to be mad at him, making him laugh harder. “Where are you from, Andy?” I asked.

A pause.

Andy began laughing once again.

“What’s so funny?” I sat up, acting offended.

“Nothing, nothing.” Andy said between laughs. “I just thought you were going to say something super profound for some reason.”

“Profound? Really?” I asked incredulously.

“Yes. You seem like you have loads of profound thoughts.” He said with a completely serious look, which didn’t last long before he began laughing again.

“Answer the question, idiot.” I yelled with a laugh.

“Cincinnati.” He sighed, sounding slightly pained from laughing.

“Oh, nice.” I replied.

“That’s it? That’s all you got? After all that?” Andy mocked offense at my simply reply.

“What do you want me to say?” I laughed, raising my hands in defence.

“I don’t know, something more than that at least.” He replied.

“Oh my god.” I sighed.

“Where are you from?” Andy asked.

“Richmond.” I replied

“Virginia?” He asked.

“No fucking Mars.” I laughed sarcastically. “Of course Virginia.”

Andy turned away with a huff, making me laugh.

My heart was beating faster and faster as our conversation went on.

Oh God.

Was I falling for him?

No.

There was no way.

I didn’t fall for people. Never.

Besides, I only just met the guy, there was no way I could be feeling this way yet.

When we met after Ronnie pushed me, I felt that spark you hear about in movies. But that doesn’t exist. Right?

Andy had me questioning everything and we had only just met hours before.

Maybe I was just excited about the tour. Yes. That’s what it was. Excitement. Not love.

“Do you like Batman?” Andy turned back to face me.

“Huh?” I replied, slightly confused by his random question.

“Do. You. Like. Batman?” He asked again, slowing down the question as if he were trying to make it easier to understand. “That’s what I was going to ask you earlier.”

“Well, I can’t really comment on that because I’ve never actually seen Batman?” I responded quietly. I was getting the vibe that Andy wouldn’t be a massive fan of my response. I was right.

“WHAT!” Andy roared, making a man, who I had previously been introduced to as CC, pop his head out of the Black Veil Brides bus door in order to call out a “Shut the fuck up!” Before slamming it shut again.

Andy and I looked at eachother for a moment before bursting into laughter.

“I guess that’s a sign that we should both head back to bed?” Andy said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Good night Andy.” I said, turning to walk back to my bus.

“I am so making you watch Batman before Warped is over.” Andy called from over his shoulder before entering his bus.

I smiled at the thought.

No.

Don’t do that.

Don’t get attached.

Tour would end, and I would head back to Virginia and never see him again. Unless we both got on Warped Tour next Summer.

No.

I need to stop getting my hopes up over things that most likely won’t happen.

The Magpies didn’t attract a massive crowd, and surely a bigger band would come along and take our spot next year.

In that moment I made a promise to myself. Enjoy this Summer no matter what. I was going to sing my heart out, party hard, sleep around if I wanted. It wasn’t like I was going to find my future husband in one of these weird, drunk, sweaty metalhead men that we were touring with.

A nice fling would do the trick.

It would allow me to have fun and stop these feelings that I apparently have for Andy.

Or I could hook up with Andy and get it out of my system?

No, I better not.

At least not yet.

“Becca, stop standing in the fucking hallway and go to sleep.” Theo whispered harshly, sticking his bunk. “Your aggressive thinking is keeping me awake, so please get into your bunk and go to sleep.”

“Fine.” I sighed, pulling back the curtain of my bunk and crawling into the cramped space.

I pulled by black duvet over myself and snuggled down, trying to get comfortable enough to go back to sleep.

But sleep didn’t come for a while

Andy’s laugh echoed in my brain, preventing me from finding any sign of sleep.

An hour had passed of me tossing a turning in my small bunk before I had exhausted myself enough to close my eyes and finally rest.

Still, images of Andy appeared in my dreams.

I was fucked.

ANDY

Upon my return to my bunk, I found no sleep whatsoever.

Not for a lack of trying.

I counted sheep, took some medication that CC used, I even ventured into the world of ASMR on Youtube, but none of it helped.

She haunted my mind.

Images of Becca laughing were rapidly replaced by Allison.

My happiness was stomped out every time I tried to change what I thought about.

I was such a fucking idiot.

Why did I think that someone like Becca could ever have feelings for someone like me.

Granted, we had only met hours ago, so it wasn’t like my feelings ran deep, but I still wanted her.

No.

I craved her.

I wanted to be the reason she smiled, laughed, cried. I wanted to be her everything.

But I couldn’t get attached. Not after what happened.

My relationship with Allison ended so unbelievably badly, it felt like one of those plotlines you see on a soap opera.

She tore my heart out of my chest and stamped on it.

Sure, I had hurt her too, but only because she hurt me.

We made eachother toxic, and I would be damned if I ever leet that happen between myself and Becca, therefore I could never be with her.

Hell.

I could never be with anyone.

Dawn was approaching and so was our departure time. I began to question if it was even worth going to sleep, but my eyelids answered for me as they fell closed and refused to reopen.

My sleep was dreamless, which I thanked God for, because I knew exactly what my dreams would contain, and I didn’t want to relive those memories.

I made a promise to myself that I would do whatever I could to avoid Becca. That way I wouldn’t get my heart broken, and I wouldn’t break hers in the process.

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 This time, you can’t believe that you were the one to initiate the meeting.

 Most of the time, he shows up unexpectedly, or even spontaneously asking you to do something fun. You can’t let your guards down around that time, although it seems like he is always up to offer you something nice and genuine. 

 You sit in your university’s nearby coffee shop instead of going to the cafeteria. The place usually offers a nicer drink with a reasonable price than the one in your university. You’re waiting for Jay, who says that he’ll be getting here soon because right now, he’s finding a parking spot (according to the last text he had sent).

“Sorry I’m late!” He bows, apologizing as he rushes to sit in front of you.

“It’s fine.” You reassure him. “I just got here.” 

 He nods, gazes at you for a moment that you forgot he might just stop blinking all together before he turns his attention to look at the menu on the screen.

“I’d like 5 espresso shots, please.” You tell him, as he slowly turns his head in your direction

“Okay. Wait, what?”

“5 espresso shots.” You deadpan. “I swear I don’t usually drink like that. I just need to finish my assignment tonight.”

 That’s a lie, you usually drink 5 or even more. You couldn’t tell him that, though, unfortunately.

“I thought Hoon being a 3 cup black coffee drinker is bad.” He mutters. 

“Subjectively, I despise black coffee drinkers.” You respond to his hushed muttering.

“You guys are the same person. Sunghoon said he hates those crazy espresso coffee drinkers.” You widen your eyes, why are you unknowingly making a rivalry out of the preferred drink of your choice?

“And what are you drinking?” You shoot him a question and a sharp determined look. 

“Lemon tea.”

“Well…” You trail off. “Isn’t that for people with digestive problems?”

 He bursts out laughing and you join him, laughing along because you couldn’t believe you claim something this ridiculous either.

“Nah. I just like to eat healthy so I won’t get sick.” He reveals the reason and you nod your head in agreement. You too, would eat well if you have the money.

“Wait here a bit. I’ll go and order the drinks.” 

 And he leaves his seat to go near the cashier and places his order as he stands there, waiting for the drinks to be done, even if you text him, insisting that he can absolutely just go back to the table and wait for his number to be called. 

 You admire him from the back, as you let your feelings run wild. One thing you won’t lie, is that he’s very physically attractive. Appearance, you thought he was cute but not someone you could almost fall for immediately. Personality wise, he has everything you ever wanted in a guy. 

 That’s why you keep rejecting yourself from your own happiness.

 You can’t help it, you don’t believe that someone could be that good to you with just pure intentions. You learned that lesson with your ex who’s not only a scumbag but also very neglectful when it comes to your needs.

That’s why guys like Jay surprises you so much.

 You snap out of your thoughts when Jay gently places your deadly espresso shots in front of you. You quickly divert your attention back to him almost immediately.

“Thank you.” You give him a small smile, watching him take a sip of his tea before you’re doing the same.

 The first sip of the espresso sends you a warm fuzzy feeling, right into your heart. Your mood has been instantly lifted when you have your fill, but it makes you so uncoordinated with your thoughts too as a little provocation or anything impulsive, you’re quick to act on it. 

 You observe the way he drinks and you wonder if you could truly fall for him. You can’t stop thinking about him, you think you’re just infatuated because you have been single for a long time. And you also think that you might like him just because for once, he’s willing to put up with all of your complications. 

 You could see yourself liking him. 

 And you wonder how sweet it’ll be to kiss him. 

“Can I sit next to you?” You ask him, trying not to act impulsively on your thoughts right now. You need confirmation if the seating arrangement will change how you see him. 

“Yes.” He nods, giving you a smile that is as lovely as you’ve seen before. 

 And so, you get up and place yourself down next to him, quietly sipping on your drink as you try to distract yourself. 

 But you can’t stop to glance over at his lips.

 Since when did you become this type of person? 

“Can I kiss you?” You blurt out, immediately getting embarrassed. 

“Huh?” Then he recovers from the shock. “Are you sure?” 

“Yes.” You try to gather your confidence. 

“Okay.” He responds. “You smell so good.” Is the last thing he said before he locks lips with you, exchanging the drinks’ taste. 

 And you thank god that you act on impulse because you feel like this is what heaven is. 

 And you certainly long for passion that spills from how he kisses you like this.

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Chapter Thirty : Teenage Kicks

Characters: Remus Lupin/Reader, Sirius Black/Reader (no use of y/n), James Potter, Petter Pettigrew, Regulus Black, Marlene McKinnon, Mary MacDonald, Lily Evans, Evan Rosier, Barty Crouch Jr.

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May 24th, 1977

Emmeline had broken up with Sirius after his refusal to apologize for not celebrating Valentine’s Day, not that he minded in the slightest. The rest of the group was so elated by her absence, that they even briefly discussed throwing a party in honor of it (Lily shut down the idea for being “a tad too cruel” for her liking). They all quickly fell back into the old routine of eating meals together in the Great Hall (sans vigorous public displays of affection), only with a new seating change. Sirius sat beside her for every meal now, hand on her knee underneath the table, a silent reassurance between them both that he was there, and that she was safe. She was done fighting the feelings between them, letting Sirius be as close as he wanted, and he seemed to never want to be more than an arms-length away. 

In a sick parallel of events, she began to have nightmares, recognizing them as the similar trauma-induced ones Sirius had endured. Not one to broadcast her own issues, she kept the problem under wraps and suffered in silence. Each night became the same routine of silencing charms and attempts to lull herself to sleep wrapped in the soft gold sheets of her bed. When she did finally slip into a dream, they were never good. Flashes of dark forest, vicious hands with bloodied nails coming to tear at her flesh, sinister laughter at her cries. When she’d jolt awake mid-scream, face wet with tears, she could still feel their bruising grip. After a few weeks of sleepless nights she became a zombie, trudging through the motions of the day with deep circles under both eyes. Sirius noticed quickly, having spent years in the same predicament. He cornered her one morning after breakfast, pulling her into an alcove just beyond the main staircase.

“How bad is it?” His intense stare made her squirm against the wall. She began to fidget, not daring to look him directly in the eye.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

He leaned closer, arms caging her in as he rested both hands beside her head, “You’re a shit liar, have you seen yourself? You look like a ghost. I know you’re not sleeping, so tell me.”

Slowly, she dragged her tired eyes up to his. Though his words were direct, his face was soft and kind, gaze full of careful concern. Sirius brushed a hand down her hair as she finally cracked.

“I keep seeing it. Over and over again, every night. I don’t know how to stop it…” She wanted to cry, but no tears would come; she was too exhausted. 

“Oh love,” Sirius kissed her forehead, pulling her in close, “We’ll fix it. Come to the tower tonight, we’ll figure something out.”

She didn’t want to tell the others, not about the terrors, not about the incident, not about…whatever it was her and Sirius were doing, so she crept up to Gryffindor Tower under the cover of darkness with the help of the map Sirius had slipped to her that afternoon. James and Peter slept like the dead, so the creak of the dormitory door wouldn’t wake them. Remus however, was a wildcard, and she prayed that he hadn’t heard the relatively loud groan that occurred as she pushed open the heavy wooden door. Pausing to listen to anyone stirring, she continued to tip-toe towards Sirius’ bed, slipping through the curtains to find him lounging against his headboard waiting for her. Upon seeing her face, Sirius opened his arms in silent invitation, and she quietly climbed across to fall into his comforting embrace. When she woke up the next morning, it had taken a few moments to realize she had slept soundly for the first time in weeks.

Most (if not all) nights were now spent sneaking into Sirius’ bed after the other three boys had gone to sleep, slipping out at dawn after having slept peacefully against his familiar body. If any of them had caught on, they didn’t say a word. Nor did she care at that point. 

At the end of May, she crept through the bed curtains as usual, only to find him uncannily quiet and upset. 

“Hey, you alright?” She whispered, climbing over his legs to settle into her usual spot. 

He shook his head, sinking down further and closing his eyes in a futile attempt at avoiding the conversation. She pulled the blankets back from his face, “Don’t you try and pretend to fall asleep Sirius Black, I know you better than that.”

The ghost of a smile graced his lips, “Smart ass.”

She pushed his hair back from his eyes, “Tell me what’s going on.”

Sirius sighed, hand trailing up her arm in a self-soothing gesture, “It’s Reggie.”

Her heart skipped a beat. She’d seen Regulus with Evan and the others a handful of times since the incident in February, and every time she had felt like throwing up. He had been present during it, she saw him, but after her eyes were shut she had no way of determining who was who. Frankly, she didn’t want to know which one of them had been Regulus. She understood that he was Sirius’ brother, and there would always be an underlying bond between them, but she hated him nonetheless. Part of her was still angry that Sirius didn’t seem to share the same hatred for what his brother had done to her.

Her throat was dry as she fought the urge to scream, “What about him?”

Sirius turned on his back and stared at the canopy, “…he took the mark.” 

His voice was laden with devastation and disbelief, the presence of which instantly dissolved all of her ill feelings surfacing about Regulus. She remembered that Christmas at the Potters, the fear in Sirius’ eyes as he explained the dark mark to them. They both knew what this meant for his brother, and that everything had changed.

“You’re sure? How do you know?” 

Sirius shrugged in a feeble attempt to seem unfazed, “Prongs heard some rumors and told me, but then at practice earlier I saw something peeking out of his kit and confronted Reg about it.”

“I’m sorry,” she laid down, head leaning on his arm, “They didn’t…they didn’t force him, did they?” The image of Sirius laying in a pool of blood on the Potter’s sitting room floor flashed through her mind, and she swallowed the bile in her throat. He shook his head slowly. 

“I’m not sure which is worse to be honest,” he whispered sadly, “my parents holding him down, or the fact that he took it willingly.”

They laid in silence for a few minutes, the weight of everything pressing down on them. Sirius rolled onto his side, pulling her closer.

“Reggie is the one that told me,” he whispered into her hair, “back in February. He found me and brought me to the forest…”

The admission stole the breath from her lungs. Her entire body froze as she scrambled for something, anything, to say in response. Ultimately, she couldn’t. The silence stretched between them again, Sirius’ breathing eventually evening out as he fell asleep. She laid there for a while pressed against the warmth of his body, trying to come to terms with the fact that Regulus had been the one to save her that night.

———

June 27th, 1977

“Bunch of bloody traitors,” Sirius muttered, pushing his way past James and Peter on the way to the train. She laughed as he strode up beside her at the front of the group, slinging an arm around her shoulders. 

“Now, now,” she rolled her eyes as Sirius stuck his tongue out at the rest of their friends trailing behind, “there’s no reason for name calling. We’re going to have a great time this summer! I can’t wait to show you around London!”

A month prior, James had excitedly announced that the Potters’ (including Sirius) were going on vacation to Spain this summer, Lily would be tagging along as well. Sirius had groaned loudly, immediately followed by a dramatic exclamation that he’d “rather die than be a perpetual third wheel all holiday”. He turned to Pete and asked if he could stay at his instead, only to be met with a sheepish grin. 

“Sorry mate,” Peter shrugged, “my family’s going away as well.”

“Are you fucking joking?” Sirius stared between his friends, mouth slack, “Moony?”

Remus shook his head, “You know better than to ask to stay at mine.” 

Sirius shut his mouth into a thin line, eyes falling on her.

“Yellowjacket…” he purred from beside her on the bench.

“Yes, Sirius?” she made her voice as monotoned as possible to piss him off. When he didn’t answer, she turned, his blue eyes mock-pleading and bottom lip jutting out. She scoffed. “Jesus Christ, knock off the theatrics,” she swatted at him, “I’ll ask my parents if you can stay with us, but no promises!”

Her parents had of course, both said yes. They had met the boys on multiple occasions throughout the years and loved them all dearly, and had been hearing her talk about Sirius specifically for a while now. 

As they got off the train at Kings Cross, Sirius brought her into a crushing bear hug. 

“See you in a few weeks, I hope you won’t miss me too much,” he squeezed as she struggled to break free.

“Keep choking me like this and I’ll rescind the invitation entirely,” she laughed, pinching his sides in retribution. He let go with a dramatic gasp, hand over his heart in faux-offense. 

She leaned up to kiss his cheek, “I’ll see you in a few weeks, Siri.”

The slight pink tint to his face didn’t go unnoticed as she said goodbye to the rest of her friends, eagerly joining her parents at the back of the crowd to begin what she hoped would be one of the best summers of her life.

———

July 30th, 1977

She had assumed that letting Sirius stay in her parent’s muggle house, on a muggle street, in a muggle town would be a fiasco, but what she hadn’t expected was how quickly and enthusiastically he absorbed the culture. From the moment he arrived via Floo in their sitting room, the widest smile plastered to his face, he was eager to take in as much of the muggle world as he could. Driving in a car for the first time had him practically foaming at the mouth, making a point to press every button and crank every handle he possibly could, just to see what it would do. 

He helped her mother out in the kitchen, learning how to not only use muggle utensils and tools, but how to cook in general, which was a skill his family apparently deemed “beneath a member of the Noble House of Black” he had explained with an eye roll. His favorite thing to cook was pasta, specifically spaghetti, and her mum had taught him how to make sauce from scratch. He beamed as they all ate it, watching with sparkling eyes as they praised his new found culinary talent. Sirius washed the dishes afterwards as well, always jumping up before anyone else to try his hand at scrubbing pots and plates with the little yellow and green sponge in the sink. She caught him using his wand once or twice, but only when she knew he was growing impatient with a particular spot. 

Her father showed him around the garage, and Sirius drooled over the sight of her dad’s old beat-up Volkswagen that he’d been working on since she was a kid. They spent hours out there, blasting rock ’n roll and fine tuning beneath the hood. It almost became a struggle to get them inside the house, if it wasn’t for the promise her mother offered to let Sirius use the electric mixer to make dessert. 

Though he technically grew up in London, Sirius had never stepped foot outside of Islington. He’d never been able to explore the city, or even spend any time walking beyond the front steps of Grimmauld Place. The thought of such isolation baffled her, giving her intense feelings of claustrophobia. They spent a few days shuttling about the city to the typical tourist spots, just so he could say he’d been there. Though he loved the muggle world, most of the famous sites seemed to bore him; except for the London Eye, he loved being up so high and waving at passing tourists (you can take the boy out of the quidditch pitch and whatnot…) She knew the perfect place that would set his blood on fire: Camden. 

Watching Sirius explore muggle London was a trip, but watching his face illuminate while stepping out of the tube station in Camden Town made her heart swell exponentially. The sounds of live music from local clubs filled the streets, paired with the market vendors selling everything from jewelry, to clothes, to random paraphernalia; Sirius was a certifiable kid in a candy store. But all of that joy seemed like nothing compared to when he saw a motorcycle up close and personal. The only thing she could assume it felt like, was when she saw Hogwarts for the first time. Sirius had frozen in place on the sidewalk, watching as the rider strapped on his helmet and swung a leg over the red and chrome frame. As he revved the bike to life, Sirius’ breath caught, watching with awe and longing as the rider pulled away, the rumbling exhaust rattling their bones. 

“When we leave school,” he muttered to her, still in a daze, “I’m going to get one of those.”

She laughed, pulling him along towards the market stalls, “Well if that’s the case, you’ll need to look the part.” Holding up a black leather jacket from a vendor selling different wildly flashy garments, she motioned for him to try it on. As he inspected the sleeve length and ran fingers over the zippers and buttons, he smiled.

“Your old one was getting gross,” she laughed again, handing the vendor some cash as Sirius beamed. 

“Pub?” She raised her eyebrows, already knowing the answer. He threw a leather-clad arm around her shoulders, “You know me too well, little bee.”

———

“It’s definitely not as good at Ogden’s, but I’ll take it,” Sirius shot back Jack Daniels and grimaced. Though he didn’t care much for muggle whisky, he did seem to love the beer (she promised to smuggle some in their trunks for the ride back to school in September).

When the sun had set, and they had a little bit of a buzz, they meandered out into the street, walking down towards the river. The muffled sound of music carried from a few blocks away, the area fully alive even late into the night. They found themselves stopping beneath an old stone bridge, Sirius pulling out his cigarettes and offering her one. After a confirming nod, he lit them, handing one over with an annoying little bow.

“Fuck off,” she mumbled in jest, smirking as she watched him take a drag, the ember illuminating his face as he inhaled. 

“So what now?” Smoke curled around his head, making him look practically ethereal in the low light.

“Uhm, well, we could see if there’s anything going on at the Roundhouse? Maybe even Dingwalls?” She flicked at her cigarette, watched as Sirius’ gaze turned to the walls of the bridge, covered in a multitude of graffiti and etchings. 

“We should write something,” he covertly took out his wand and placed it against the stone.

“Sirius, no,” she let out a nervous laugh, “we’ll get in trouble—“

“Who’s going to know?” He motioned around under the empty bridge. 

“The Department of Improper Use of Magic Office!” She hissed.

Sirius gave her a look, “Don’t be such a swot. They can’t trace who did magic, just where. Even if they find out, the most we’ll get is a warning.” 

He was right, there was no one around, and the muggle cops rarely cared about what happened down here unless you were selling drugs or something. She sighed, leaning back against the wall as Sirius smirked and began muttering something while moving his wand around the stone. He nudged her with an elbow a few seconds later when he’d finished, “Your turn, Yellowjacket.”

Etched into the wall was Sirius Orion Black, he even added little crudely drawn stars above it for extra flair. She rolled her eyes and pulled out her wand, adding her own name beneath his, sans any additional doodles. 

“Happy?” She said as she put her wand away.

He stared at their names, mulling something over.

“Hmmm…almost,” he mumbled, putting his wand back to the stone. A moment later, he took a final step back to admire his work. “There!” He exclaimed cheerfully.

A poorly drawn heart encompassed their names, one side of it being a little too wonky.

“Is that supposed to be a leaf?” She joked.

Sirius scowled, “No you fucker, it’s a heart!” He jabbed a finger into her ribs, tickling her as punishment. She gave a playful yell and grabbed his arm, “Knock it off!” 

His hands flattened against her ribs, holding her in place as they stood pressed against each other. One of Sirius’ hands began to travel, trailing upwards to curve around the side of her neck. Her breath caught, the thumping heartbeat in her ears was so loud that she could barely hear when he asked, “Can I kiss you?”

She exhaled, almost as if she had been holding her breath since they had met all those years ago on the train.

“What took you so long?” She whispered.

And then his mouth found hers. 

———

She needed him like oxygen, couldn’t get enough. He kissed her like he felt the same, one hand cradling her jaw as he explored every inch of her mouth. 

God, he was intoxicating. Her head swam like she’d downed a bottle of whisky, hands roaming to graze beneath the hem of his shirt. Sirius pulled back slowly, eyes filled with what could only be described as reluctant restraint. 

“Tell me to stop, and I will,” he whispered, licking his bottom lip. Her hands stilled against him, taking in the almost tortured look on his face. 

“Please, Sirius,” she gripped his belt, “don’t ever stop.”

Then his mouth was on her again with a ferocity she had never experience before. He was consuming her; his taste, the feel of his body pressed against hers, the smell of smoke and leather and spice was overwhelming every sense. Her hands couldn’t move fast enough, couldn’t explore his body enough. 

None of it was enough. 

It would never be enough.

She would always want more of him.

She would always need him. 

Sirius pushed her against the stone wall of the bridge, lifting to wrap her legs around his waist. As he trailed down her neck, one of her hands found its way to his hair, fingers running through the silken mess that she loved so much. The stones cut into her back as she arched against him, Sirius taking the opportunity to bite at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

“Siri—“ she gasped, tightening her legs around him.

He groaned into her neck, “Say my name like that again, and we’ll never leave from under this bridge.”

She pulled at his hair and he laughed, even in the dark his smile lit up her soul. Sirius kissed her again slowly, until the sound of a passing group of people tore them from the moment.

He brushed a thumb over her bottom lip as she spoke, “Wanna check out one of the clubs?”

Sirius shook his head slowly, voice low, “I’d much rather continue this conversation at home.”

Home.

The way he had said it made her thoughts spiral. In the blink of an eye, she could picture it. A life, a future, with him. She hadn’t put much thought into what life would look like post-Hogwarts. The boys would always be a part of it obviously, but they all seemed to be diverting onto their own paths, and it looked like maybe Sirius’ was parallel to hers. 

She kissed him one last time, setting her feet back on the ground. Lacing their fingers together she laughed, pulling him from under the bridge, “C’mon, I’m not letting you leave Camden without seeing a live show.”

Dingwalls was packed when they arrived, a new punk band from Surrey apparently playing a set that night. Drinks in hand, they pushed towards the stage, finding a spot against one of the side walls to stand against. Sirius pulled her back against his chest as they danced and drank to the fast thrumming of the music. He let his hands wander, leaning down to kiss her as much as he wanted. Maybe it was the atmosphere, the sweaty bodies and loud music drowning their senses, or maybe it was something else entirely, but time ceased to exist around them. Her hands tangled in Sirius’ hair as they leaned against the wall, his knee wedged between her legs as the the pounding drums echoed the elevated beat of their hearts. His arousal was evident against her thigh, and she smiled against the column of his neck as she pressed closer.

“You’re killing me, bee,” Sirius groaned into her ear, following up with a gentle bite to her lobe. 

She looked up at him, eyes trying to convey innocence though she knew he didn’t buy it for a second. “Wanna head back?”

He kissed her for emphasis, grabbing her hand and practically dragging her out the door. 

Later that night, she laid in her bed unable to relax. Her parents had already been asleep when her and Sirius arrived back from Camden well after midnight, tiptoeing upstairs to their respective rooms. The journey back had sobered them up a little, the night air cooling down whatever intense feelings had flared to near catastrophic levels in the club. Sleep never came, and she instead stared at the ceiling and tried to turn all thoughts away from Sirius Black sleeping across the hall. But when her bedroom door cracked open, a wave of relief washed over her. 

Sirius shut it quietly, climbing into bed beside her like they had done so many times throughout the years. As he settled down beneath the sheets she turned to face him, “Can’t sleep?”

Sirius’ hand trailed along her hip, “I told you we’d finish our conversation from earlier, didn’t I?”

She smiled into a kiss, wrapping herself entirely in him. 

In the early hours of dawn, she awoke to Sirius’ even breaths and perfect skin. He looked like a painting, like one of the romantics had crafted him from pure desire and passion and beauty. She almost felt guilty waking him, but at the risk of her parents seeing him leave her bedroom, it had to be done. He groaned into her neck as she scratched the back of his head.

“If you don’t go back to your room, my parents will kill us both,” she whispered, kissing him on the temple. Sirius made another dramatic noise as he sat up, reaching over the side of the bed for his clothes. Before leaving, he kissed her again, one filled with promises for more.

“See you at breakfast,” he murmured against her lips, slipping out the door and back to his room without another sound. 

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[lemongingerart]

Chapter 3 - Taris (II)

Fic summary: The second arc of my Armitage Hux x OC fanfic, “chocolate cookies and tarine tea”, in which both need to deal with the mess they got into (and with each other, eh eh eh). Involves cookies that won't be eaten and tea that will get spilled. Same goes for certain feelings... they are going to be hungry ant thirsty 😏

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Rating: Explicit. This is going to be very NSFW. So, Minors, do NOT read or interact. 18+. Family, friends and colleagues, please don’t read this. :’-)

Tags & warnings: TRoS fix-it (kind of), Hux!lives, Hux doesn’t like Kylo, Not a Redemption Arc, maybe a little bit, shameless fem!OC insert (there are cliches but entertaining ones imo), slow emotional burn, medium sexual burn, Enemies to Enemies With Benefits to Lovers, Hux is still a villain don't forget, Virgin Characters, masturbation against the door, pinv, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Awkward Sexual Situations, Past Child Abuse, dubious first kiss, Dom/sub Undertones, Mental Breakdown, Unprotected Sex, wet Hux, that deserves a tag/warning on its own, Minor Character Death

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A/N:    I realized that both Taris chapters are short... too short to read on their own.That's why I decided to review and publish the second part, so at least we get some general ginger 😊

"I need you, remember?”.

Did I really say that out loud? 

Armitage shivered from disdain, hating himself for sounding so desperate. He wasn’t, and by any means this was not the signal he wanted to give the headstrong girl. Who knows what that overexcited mind of hers was thinking now. If she even begins to think she has power over me and tries to stab me in the back… 

Only now, he started to realise there was some truth behind these poorly chosen words. He was completely dependent on Miko to make his risky plan succeed. He felt vulnerable, having to place his faith in her hands. He was supposed to be guiding her with his tactics, hopefully coercing her into doing the right thing and making sure the mission ended successfully. But right now, with the connection cut off, she was out there all by herself and he felt lost, the lack of control eating away the last piece of trust he harboured for a positive outcome. Stars, he hadn’t been feeling confident enough with the plan and her possible lack of abilities in the first place, and this was the consequence. A new level of distress, right on top of his other concerns.

It was already about half an hour ago, when the direct line with her earpiece commlink had fallen away. She had signed him that she was just about to enter the designated building by then, so no doubt the place was shielding off all type of communication.

That left Hux without any means to know what was going on, and he felt empty and way too nervous to his liking. 

Hux started checking the perimeter sensors now, making sure no one was spotting his shuttle with the naked eye. They could mess with clearance codes, but anyone who took visual confirmation of the shuttle would know that they weren't exactly a cargo vessel. Something that should automatically sound the proximity alarm, but you can never be too certain, he sourly thought, aware of how the stress was eating him and making him do irrelevant things.

He sat down in the cockpit’s seat again and brought his hands together, the fingers locking when he rested his forehead on them. He didn’t know what to think, he wasn’t used to just… waiting. How long was she going to take? Every minute that passed made him wonder if things weren't going to work out as planned, or even worse, she was selling him out. Maybe something happened to her, out there in the streets, and he could be waiting here for nothing.

He tried to think about something else, but the only other thing apart from Miko he could focus on, was his anger and spite towards Ren. 

Ren… Resentment was all that he had left. That, and the knowledge that the unguided projectile with a lightsaber and the other officers had always tried to put him aside. That they were out there, wrecking the First Order. But they underestimated him. He would prove that he has what it takes to lead the Order. They will see.

The proximity alarm bleeped, and he only noticed by now that Miko’s location sensor had become active again. He made a mental note that he shouldn’t dwell too much on Ren and the misery he brought to his life and the Order. The self declared lord of the Dark Side shouldn't be plaguing his mind, now or ever, he wasn't worth the attention. 

He swiftly stood up, ready to check on the girl; he was dying to know what happened and if she in fact obtained the coördinates to the Resistance’s base. 

Actually, that feisty girl has proven to be an adequate distraction from these dark thoughts, he realised once again while watching the sensors bleep and pressing the command to lower the ramp. Seems like he should appreciate her company after all. If only not to overthink his sightless situation and drown in his depressing theories. 

Miko was coming into view of the cockpit’s transparisteel viewport, and Hux paused his movement. 

What is she up to now?  He wondered, started seething, when looking at the small cargo container floating behind her.

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Image

Title: Image.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America, Avengers.

Ship: Steve Rogers & Clint Barton

Word count: 501 words.

Square: I2 “Picture of Steve.”

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Steve’s plan gone wrong.

Major Tags: Clint saved the day.

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Steve had faced many difficult missions since he had awoken, but none like the one he was about to face. The tension in the Quinjet was palpable as they headed towards the location of a HYDRA lab. He feared they would again encounter a situation like the twins, who had now gone with Magneto some years ago.

The mission was simple in theory: the same routine as every mission, the same steps; nothing was to go wrong; they were simply to infiltrate the lab, retrieve important information, and destroy any dangerous technology they found. However, sometimes Steve forgot that things didn't always go according to plan.

As they neared their destination, Steve couldn't help but feel uneasy. Ignoring his feelings, he went ahead with the plan.

Once inside the lab, things quickly turned ugly. They found that the enemies were already waiting for them and heavily armed, and Steve was overwhelmed by the sheer number of enemies they faced. In a desperate attempt to buy time for his team, he rushed forward, leaving caution and carefully planned strategy behind.

Clint watched from a distance as Steve fought his way through the enemy ranks. He knew this was not going to end well, let alone that they were close to the civilians, some of whom were even beginning to peek out and approach with curiosity.

Clint was not going to allow another tragedy to happen like the one a few years ago, so he took up a position at a strategic point and began to cover Steve, taking out some of the enemies and trying to prevent any innocents from being harmed.

Steve changed his focus when he noticed what Clint was doing. So he started to look for the information they had come to retrieve and anything that was useful and/or dangerous. At the same time, Clint was informing him through the intercom about the situation, so Steve knew they didn't have much time. One of the big difficulties was always when there were civilians nearby; they had had enough problems in the past because of situations like this. Although he didn't understand how they had gotten there, they were supposed to have checked, and they shouldn't even be close.

But even with the targets already in their hands, the team was still in danger. The enemy reinforcements arrived quickly; they were definitely outnumbered, but between Steve and Clint, they managed to finish them off. By the time the civilians arrived on the scene, everything was calm and safe for them.

People started congratulating them and taking pictures with them; many were even praising Steve.

Finally, after a few hours, the team left the site. On the way back to the Quinjet, Steve approached Clint.

"Thank you, Clint," Steve said sincerely. "If it wasn't for you, this whole thing would have ended badly; we don't need any more scandals like we had a few years ago."

Clint smiled and patted Steve's shoulder. Maybe another time he would call in a favor.

[shaewithyou]

10 - flustered thanks

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"You killed it, dude! I told you it'd be a nice choice to sing that song," Beomgyu exclaimed, pulling poor Huening Kai into a headlock.

The audition was over and we were told they'd contact us once the results for band recruitment has been made. As for right now, the attention was on Huening Kai. "You never told me you could sing that well!" I nudged his shoulders playfully once he was released from Beomgyu's headlock. "I mean, pfft, I knew you were gonna pull something out of your sleeves but 21 Guns?!" I chuckled, unable to hold back the awe I had for him after witnessing him sing for the first time.

Huening Kai's face flushed red, averting his eyes to the ground with a sheepish smile on his lips. "It was nothing," he muttered. "Nothing you say?" this time it was Yuni who yelled, almost offended by Kai's humbleness/shyness. "You literally sang the vocals, backup vocals, the drums, the bass - THE WHOLE ENTIRE THING!" Yuni emphasized her points with dramatic waves of her arms.

"Okay, that's a exaggeration. He only did the vocals," Beomgyu raised an eyebrow at her which ensued the two bickering with one another. Huening Kai chuckled, amused. "Yuni's right though," came my reply but only Huening Kai heard me, turning his attention to me with a quizzical look.

I smiled, "You're talented."

"Oh," he muttered, eyes widened slightly. For a moment, he seemed like he forgot to breath before he composed himself.

"Oh! Yeah. Uh- um, yeah. Thanks," Huening Kai nodded, one hand behind his neck as his neck and cheeks grew redder. Eyes fixed to the ground in a flustered panic.

His reactions intrigued me but I decided not to say anything - he already seemed like he was struggling with his confidence to sing for this audition so I didn't want to comment further. At least, he acknowledged my compliments I gave him.

"Oh, right!" I exclaimed, having remembered something. Someone. "Taehyun was here while I was on stage earlier," I stated, Yuni and Beomgyu's attention immediately on me. My eyes searched for Taehyun among the crowd who came but found no traces of the blond. "Taehyun? I don't see him," Huening Kai said. Being the tallest among us, he easily scouted the place.

I let out a huff, disappointed that I couldn't greet him properly and curious why he had come. Did he know that I'd audition today, because the only people who knew were these three friends of mine and my brother. "Odd, but never mind," I shrugged.

Huening Kai's eyes lingered on me for a while but he didn't say anything. "C'mon. Let's go, everyone's leaving," Beomgyu said, leading us out of the audition venue.

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taehyun watched her sing. her talent was no doubt honed and her charisma evident. then she pointed at that blond guy she always hand out with. his brows raised, the corner of his lips tugged wider in a grin - interesting, he thought to himself. he left right after her turn was over. after all, his focus was solely on her. for her.

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A.N: short filler-ish chapter. I've started playing genshin (dottore playable when) ...........I'm not gonna say anything about my hiatus or make any more promises to write new chapters. it's like a jinx whenever I say I'll update because I'll end up not doing it. read at your own risk T-T anyways, thank you so much for reading my story. <3

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[eternalbuckley]

His everything. — aemond targaryen

SUMMARY: You help Aemond to calm down before he was about to meet your family for the first time since you've been in a relationship.

word count: 1,781

genre: fluff | no specified reader, queer!reader, bipoc!reader and plus-size!reader friendly

warnings/tropes: modern au, aemond feels insecure, it's mentioned that reader has siblings, parents and grandparents, reader wears lipstick and earrings, english is not my first language, slightly proofread — if I forgot something, please let me know!

a/n: i needed to write some fluff for our favourite silver-white haired man again. it's been some time since i've published something here because i'm still working on my au for him BUT i needed to write something else, so i hope you enjoy it <3 reblogs, feedback and comments are highly appreciated and welcomed!

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“Babe, are you ready?” You asked Aemond while you walked into his bedroom and fixed your earring. You were about to drive to your parents’ home to have a dinner with your family. A family dinner where you would finally introduce Aemond to your loved ones. You were nervous about their reactions and if they’d accept your relationship, but so was he for many reasons. He wanted to make sure that your family would like him, but he was still feeling very uneasy – given that he didn’t want to potentially lose you. You had been together for over a year now and it was the best year both of you ever had – and you wanted to share many more with each other.

You saw your boyfriend sitting on his bed, fiddling nervously with his fingers and staring down at the floor. “Babe?” You asked him again; this time, your voice was softer. You didn’t want to accidentally startle him in case he was lost in his thoughts, which happened often some days.

Aemond didn’t look up or turn his head to you, but you noticed that his leg started to bounce. You walked up to him, “Hey… What’s going on in your mind?”, you spoke with a tender and caring tone in your voice as you stood in front of him. You gently cupped his face with your hands to tilt his head and make him look up at you. You stroked his cheeks with your thumbs and watched him closing his eye for a moment and taking a deep breath.

“I’m nervous…” Aemond mumbled and opened his eye. He looked into yours for a moment before he put his hands on your hips and pulled you closer, so you stood between his legs. He nuzzled his head into your stomach and sighed contentedly. You moved your hands to his hair and carefully brushed over his head, helping him to relax with your gentle touch.

You already assumed why he was nervous – it would be the first time he’d finally meet your family. You knew your family had their prejudices about other people, it was basically a part of their nature. They always had their specific opinions, especially if they were about members of other influential families in Westeros – just like yours. The world you and Aemond live in isn’t always the easiest one. Yes, you may have opportunities some other people aren’t able to have but growing up with the world having its eyes on each step you both take and the responsibilities you have, has taken a toll on both of you many times in your lives. His family expected a lot of him, and so did yours. And in this big chaos in your lives, you and Aemond found each other and fell in love.

It may be the first time your family would be meeting him, and they had heavy prejudices about the silver-white haired man, especially because he was a Targaryen, after all. They were very biased due to different things they had heard and seen of his family already, but they were open to meeting him – for you. They knew about your relationship for months by now and how happy you have been since you met him. Even if they had their prejudices, they were eager to meet the man who made you so much happier.

You knew how protective they were over you, especially your older siblings. After two failed relationships in the past, they always looked out for you and hoped you’d eventually find someone who was good for you and treated you well enough. After all, you found that someone and that person was Aemond, he made you feel complete, loved and seen for who you are. Even if you had been together for over a year already, there hasn’t been a moment yet where you could have introduced Aemond to your family until tonight. You didn’t put in a lot of effort to actually find a fitting day to introduce Aemond to your family – you wanted them to meet him but you were too afraid that they could or would try to find something to ruin this for you, even if you were completely sure that they would not succeed. Aemond understood that feeling perfectly, he wasn’t ever pressuring you to do anything you weren’t ready to do, even if it meant waiting longer.

You had met his family before, and it would be a lie if you’d say you were relaxed back then. Luckily everything went well, and you get along with his closest ones, especially his siblings. But you were just as nervous about meeting them as Aemond was about meeting your family, you knew what he was feeling. He was afraid that they would not like him for different things, one of them being that he was a Targaryen and the reputation some of his family members – if not all – had, or even the different rumours about him and his family. There were days when it didn’t bother him, but on other days, he felt incredibly bothered by it. One of these days was today.

“What if they won’t like me?” He looked up to you, his chin resting on your stomach, “If they’ll dislike me for who I am? If I fail to impress them? I know they aren’t very fond of the stories about my family. Even I’m not happy about some of them,” his voice was rough as he spoke, “They’ll hate me. If not for the way I am, they might find something else to dislike about me. I know that.”

You looked down at him and brushed a hair strand out of his face. Your gaze softened, but your heart wrenched as you listened to your boyfriend’s worries, “You won’t have to impress anyone. If you’re yourself, it will be enough. You don’t have or need to put on a show for them, my love. I love you, and that’s what matters, okay?” You leaned down and kissed his forehead, he closed his eye and hummed before you continued to speak. “I know they have their opinions about your family, but I’m sure that they’ll see what I see in you once they get to know you. It will be okay, and even if it won’t be okay, you won’t lose me. I care about my family, but so do I care about you, and I won’t let any of them get between us, okay?”

“I love you so much,” Aemond whispered, his tensed shoulders dropping as he seemed more relaxed again. He gently pulled you on his lap to straddle him, “I’m most terrified to meet your father and grandfather,” he mumbled as he snuggled into your arms even more after he wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned his head on your shoulder.

You chuckled and moved your arms around his neck, gently stroking his back and neck with your hands. “Well… If you want to be terrified of someone, it should be my grandma,” you warned him playfully, “My father and grandpa may seem like a dangerous and hard to crack duo, but my grandma is harder to crack than anyone else in my family.” You noticed his body tensing up again as he slowly lifted his head to look at you with an uneasy expression, “But she is one of the most loving people in the whole wide world once she gets to know you better, I promise,” you quickly added. “She’s just very protective of me and my siblings, which doesn’t mean anything negative. There just might be a few…” You exhaled, “Uncomfortable questions she might ask you, but it’s her way of making sure you’re good enough for one of her grandchildren. I’m not helping to calm you down, am I?” You whined at the end of your sentences, but he chuckled and shook his head – he felt calmer again.

“It’s okay, Issa jorrāelagon (my love),” he spoke tenderly with a small smile tugged on his lips. You kissed his cheek, which left a small amount of your lipstick on it, “Sorry,” you giggled softly and gently wiped the lipstick away with your thumb. You looked him in his lilac eye and held each other’s gaze for a moment.

Aemond leaned his forehead on your shoulder again, “Thank you for being there for me, love. I’m still nervous about the dinner, but I have you, you’re all I need to feel better.” He left a tender kiss on your collarbone and shoulder while his fingers circled on the flesh of your hips.

You kissed the side of his head and gently swayed both of you, telling him that he was good enough for you and how lucky you are to be with him. Telling him how happy you’ve been ever since you’ve met and got closer with him. That he was the love of your life, no matter what your family might think of him in the end. No matter what would happen at the dinner tonight. You’d always love him. He was your person, and you were his.

After a few minutes, you slightly pulled away from him and removed your comfort bracelet from your wrist – which he got for you on your second date. “Here,” you put the bracelet on his wrist, which caused him to smile again, “I know that it helps you every time you feel nervous. So… You’ll wear this tonight, okay, my love? I’m still going to be there at your side all night, and nothing will happen. If anyone in my family wants to say something negative, I’ll tell them to fuck off because I definitely won’t let them get between us. I promise.”

His smile widened and he moved his hands over your wrists and held your hands. He moved them to his lips and kissed your knuckles tenderly, “What would I just do without you in my life?”

You giggled softly and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. “I love you so much,” you mumbled against his lips. “And I love you,” he responded and kissed you again.

Aemond felt ready for whatever might happen tonight, as long as he had you by his side, he was ready to face it all. Even if he was still worried about the potential outcome, he wasn’t going to let you go. Not after everything he was able to feel just because of you. You made him happier; you made him feel seen and loved – something he had been missing and wasn’t able to fully experience many times in his life before he met you. You were his everything.

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CURIOUS CAT — lee heeseung.

SYNOPSIS ꕥ Curious Cat is an app that peaked three years ago where people use it to flirt with their crush anonymously and then suddenly forgot about it.

or wherein, Y/N was devastated when her crush, Lee Heeseung indirectly rejecting her in highschool. Three years later, both of them have this unknown beef in between of them that even their friends don't know the real reason behind. One day, Y/N suddenly remembered and opened her C.C account, and saw that someone by the name 'Ethan' confessed to her three years ago.

PAIRINGS ꕥ non-idol!lee heeseung x fem!reader ft. enhypen, ningning from aespa, wonyoung from ive, and jeongin from skz

GENRE ꕥ smau + written, on crack, slow burn, mutual pinning or past pinning, university au, kinda enemies to lovers troupe, heeseung is a simp, reader is kinda dumb, friends bullying friends

STATUS ꕥ ongoing! update will be every other day ^^ (august 17 - )

WARNINGS ꕥ profanity, cursing, kys/kms jokes. lmk if something came up later

NOTES ꕥ this is a pure work of fiction and all the characters are in no way connected with the actual persons in real life. all infos are subject to change, and please ignore timestamps. I don't have humor so please bear with me. pls do lmk if you want to be added on the future taglist. my request is open, or just reply below, I would be more than happy to add you ^^ banner made by yours truly!

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CHAPTERS:

CHAP 1 - UGH SCHOOL

CHAP 2 - tl's dead

CHAP 3 - suga '93 hoodie (written)

CHAP 4 - you're delusional (written)

CHAP 5 - she's a runner, she's a trackstar 🤩

CHAP 6 - y/n's fish

CHAP 7 - somewhat something

CHAP 8 - suddenly can't see (written)

CHAP 9 - miranda's head

CHAP 10 - guess who (written)

CHAP 11 - yang jeongin

CHAP 12 - siri sent that message

CHAP 13 - give me that mic sister 😌

CHAP 14 - the glimpse

CHAP 15 - curious cat

CHAP 16 - freedom wall

CHAP 17 - finding Ethan

CHAP 18 — heeseung not bitchless ⁉️⁉️

CHAP 19 — megamind memes

CHAP 20 — getting braver

CHAP 21 — ignore me

CHAP 22 — dumb and dumber

CHAP 23 — hold that thought

CHAP 24 — what could possibly go wrong? (written)

CHAP 25 — haha'd his way out

CHAP 26 — enemies to lovers

CHAP 27 — something productive (written)

CHAP 28 — heeseung glitched

CHAP 29 — unprovoked (written)

CHAP 30 — stars, ramen and you (written)

CHAP 31 — go get your girl

CHAP 32 — let us breathe?!?!!

=> . . . bonus chapter — surprise??

CHAP 33 — mental voodoo doll

CHAP 34 — y/n's fight or flight

CHAP 35 — the table has turned

CHAP 36 — finding heeyn

CHAP 37 — hoes mad

CHAP 38 — not dead

CHAP 39 — got me thinking...

CHAP 40 — a what plan?

CHAP 41 — heeseung's wooing teachnique

CHAP 42 — it's about time (written)

CHAP 43 — he'll finally do it!

CHAP 44 — eyes on the prize, heeseung

CHAP 45 — loud and proud

CHAP 46 — the butterflies on y/n's stomach (written)

CHAP 47 — the luck on heeseung's side (written)

CHAP 48 — niki's adopted parents

more to come....

CHAP 49 — the betrayal

CHAP 50 — the connection (written)

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[hyuckilstan]

[10:36 p.m] - K.Hj

Pairing: mean dom!Hongjoong x fem!reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: dirty talk, degradation, uses of ‘slut, baby, whore’, sir kink, fingering, edging, overstimulation, choking (I think that’s about it)

Wc: 633 words

a/n: mean dom Joong brainrot so I wrote this in half an hour so if it sucks, well that’s it ;-;

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Smut under the cut

“Come on, you said you wanted my fingers, then fucking take them,” his tone was menacing and dark as his grip around your throat tightened, continuing to curl his fingers in you. Your whines that filled the room made Hongjoong annoyed, in a way that made him want to ruin you more.

“I– I can’t– sir” you barely managed to speak out, drool and tears on your face, it was messy, just like how he liked it.

He scoffs, as he started to pump his fingers into you again, “Don’t think that you calling me that will make me any softer towards you, you wanted this you whore,” he growls and you moan, your hand weakly going down to his arm to stop him from moving his fingers.

His releases his hold on your throat, making you immediately catch your breath, but he still didn’t give you rest, his hand leaves a burning sensation as he harshly grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head.

“Sir! Please!” you cried with the immense amount of pleasure as he pumps his fingers in and out of your abused and wet hole yet again in a fast pace, he has been edging you for you don’t even know how long now, you’re begging him to stop, but he knows you don’t actually mean it, Hongjoong knows your limits very well, but at times like this he sometimes perhaps tends to get a bit carried away.

“Please what slut,” he whispered to your ear, sending a shudder throughout your body, “W–wanna c–um” you said breathlessly, quiet little whines following your pathetic sentence.

“Oh? But you said I could have my way with you didn’t you baby,” he teased, now rubbing your clit with his thumb as he buried his fingers deeper in your hole, causing you to squirm under him.

“Y–yes! But– Wanna cum...please...” you pleaded, tears falling down your face, biting your lips, the sight makes Hongjoong’s pants tighten, he wants to be in you so bad, but he would like to torture you a bit more.

“What a slut, having to be reminded who your sir really is, who actually has you squirming over a few touches, who actually makes you feel so good” he purrs, you could barely form a response now, remembering how this all started, that’s right, this all started because of how possessive and jealous he could be.

You closed your eyes with knitted eyebrows, feeling so overwhelmed with pleasure, he let go of your wrists but you knew better than to try to stop him again, “Hey hey!” he lands a few soft slaps to your cheek.

“Eyes on me baby, don’t you wanna cum my filthy little slut, hmm?” he flashes you a sadistic smile and another whimper threatens to leave your mouth but you bit your swollen lip to conceal it, and Hongjoong did not like that.

He grabs your jaw, making your lips part, and the moan you held in leaves your mouth, much louder than you ever intended it to be, “That’s right, let me hear you, remind yourself who you really belong to.”

Normally you wouldn’t let anyone talk to you in such a way but with Hongjoong, all your common senses are long gone, it only ends up with you being a whining mess under him, it inflated his ego, knowing that he was the only one to have you this way.

“Answer my question, don’t you wanna fucking cum?” he questions, sucking and biting on your neck, his hands now moving back down to your throat, giving it a squeeze, you gasped breathlessly, “Y–yes sir” you answered and you felt him smirk against your skin.

“Then you better cum on my cock and make a mess on it you fucking slut.”

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[asgardwinter]

The Divorce (3)

summary | Vecna’s curse was a hell of a problem, and the worst part was: you had no idea about its cause, you just knew it was killing people in your world. How can you keep your kids safe when you have no true idea about what is happening? You weren’t so sure neither you or Steve would be capable of it this time.

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pairing | Steve Harrington x fem!Reader

warnings | angsty, making out in a car, mentions of panic attacks, reader is on the verge of a panic attack, nightmares, mentions of torture (yk the russian base and all), the idiots are realizing it!, SEASON 4 SPOILERS (episode 3) — let me know if i forgot something please!

word count | 4,1k

author’s note | here we go! idk how i feel about this chapter, but in the next one shit is going down :) leave a comment if you like — it helps to keep up the motivation! i know ‘time after time’ is already used in the series but i love the song and i needed to use it

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Vecna’s Curse was what Dustin named it.

You could barely sleep that night after finding Eddie and learning that the chance of an Upside Down related event was even bigger than before. What type of monster would this Vecna be? As big as the mindflayer? Would it come to your dimension or act at a distance?

There were too many questions and, only to add to them, the fear of not being lucky enough this time crept under you.

You had to take care of the kids, had to keep them safe while letting them help because, being completely honest, they did a great part of the job. But every time these things would attack again you caught yourself thinking about the day you wouldn't be fast enough to swing a bat, or witty enough to find a metal pipe and hit something in the head just in time.

You weren’t that much older than them, anyways.

So when Steve got to your house to pick you up and see Eddie you had the most tired face in you and probably some indications that you cried — but just a little. Now you were head first into this edition of the Upside Down drama and you needed to keep your head in the game with no panic attack or other distractions.

“Good morning.” You said, clearing your throat so your voice would sound less nervous.

“Hey there.” Steve said, giving you a small smile. “Everything’s fine?”

When you only nodded he picked it as his cue to keep quiet and not ask anything about it. It was going to be a quiet ride to pick up Robin, so he decided to turn on the radio. The first chords of Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper and you turned your head to Steve raising an eyebrow.

…

It was the beginning of 1985 and you were in Steve’s car listening to some music.

For the first time in forever Steve’s parents were in Hawkins and at his house, making it not the first choice of a place for hanging out with your boyfriend whatever you and Steve were.

The car wasn’t one of the warmest places to stay in the winter but at least you were alone and didn't have to worry about any interruptions. You were listening to some music and talking, nothing much. After the events that first brought you to talk you and Steve had been doing that a lot.

Fears, traumas, the things you both went through and couldn’t tell a single soul in Hawkins were out in the open when it was the two of you.

That was, until he went and kissed you, interrupting some ramble about waiting for a demogorgon to appear out of nowhere.

You both didn’t waste any time and you sat on his lap kissing him harder, his hands roaming through your body were everything you needed for some time, everything you wanted. Talking so freely with him made you catch some feelings for sure plus the whole kissing too much wasn’t helping them to disappear like you wanted.

His hands trailed up to your cheeks, breaking the kiss and looking deep into your eyes. The smile he gave you awakened a dozen butterflies inside you.

“I’m happy you beated that demogorgon with a pipe.” He said sweetly, making you laugh.

“I shouldn’t even be at Jonathan’s house.” You said, taking a bit of hari from his eyes. “But I’m happy I saved your ass back there.”

“Because you wouldn’t be kissing me right now, right?” He joked.

Your hand traveled to his lips and you traced the pretty shape of them. “That and because I really like you, Steve.”

That caught him off guard but only made him smile wider and pull you in a deep kiss, one that sort of told you the very same thing you did to him.

He liked you very much.

The lyrics were lost in the car as you peeled his shirt off, but the moment you felt so happy with the possibility of it all being reciprocated you memorized the very same lines that echoed in your ears.

If you're lost you can look and you will find me

Time after time

If you fall I will catch you, I'll be waiting

Time after time

…

Steve only smiled timidly and continued driving.

The silent ride turned into a very talkative one as Robin and Dustin joined the car ride. News about what the Hawkins PD thought about Chrissy’s murder and how Eddie Munson seemed to be the prime suspect.

When you got to the boat house to give Eddie some food, sharing the news with him wasn’t even near a good part.

“We tapped into the Hawkins PD dispatch with our Cerebro and they’re definitely looking for you. Also they’re pretty convinced you killed Chrissy.” Dustin told him after he asked for them to say the bad news first.

“Like, 100% kind of convinced.” Max added, making Eddie’s expression fall even more.

“And the good news?” He said after a moment of silence.

“Your name hasn’t gone public yet.” Robin took a step forward. “But if we found out about you, it’s a matter of time before others do too. And once it gets out, everyone and they’re shallow-minded mother is going to be gunning for you.”

“Hunt the freak, right?” Eddie said, eyes lost far away to hold back the urge to go insane. You placed your hand on his arm, trying to give some comfort to your neighbor but it made no difference.

“So, before that happens we need to find Vecna, kill him and prove your innocence.” Dustin presented his plan.

“That’s all, Dustin? That 's all?” Eddie hissed, the plan didn’t sound even near promising.

“Yeah, no, that’s pretty much it.” Dustin said.

“Listen, Eddie.” Robin calledhis attention. “I know everything Dustin’s saying sounds totally delusional, but we’ve actually been through this kind of thing before.” She stopped just a second before adding. “I mean, they have a… a few times and… and I have once. MIne was more human-flesh-based, theirs was more smoke related, but bottom line is, collectively, I really feel like we got this.”

“Yes, we usually rely on this girl who has superpowers. But, uh, those went bye-bye, so…”

“So we’re technically in more of the…” Robin tried to follow on.

“Kinda…”

“Brainstorming phase.” Max completed it.

“Yeah, there’s nothing to worry about.” You tried to help them, but that affirmation was way too forced and made Eddie’s eyes go a little bit wider.

Police sirens cut the brainstorming phase of the plan and everyone started to grow in panic. Robin and Steve covered Eddie in the boat with the tarp and you ran first to spy in the window, trying to not show your whole face in the glass — an effort that proved useless since Dustin ran after you and got in front of the whole window to look at it.

“Fucking hell, I have a terrible feeling about this.” You whispered as you saw an ambulance followed by the police cars. "Let 's go.” You suggested, already running to the door so you could get in Steve’s car.

You sort of notice what you were doing only during your fourth step, acting as if nothing had changed. A cold ran though your spine but you continued to walk without looking behind you, without looking at him.

The group stood there stunned for a second, you were way more silent this time and it was comprehensible after “the divorce”. That was the first glimpse into what the hell things were back then, it felt like one glimpse of a good thing in the middle of the chaos that was only starting to unravel.

Dustin was the first to run after you, was it curiosity or that feeling of comfort in seeing you looking back at Steve and waiting for him to go even with the spark of insecurity behind your eyes.

Steve woken from the small transe he was in, taking in your cautions demeanor that stood several feet away from him and the similarity. For the first time since you met again, Steve gave you a half smile before walking fast to the car.

You still had an ambulance to follow.

…

It was no surprise to find Nancy at the crime scene, what shocked you was the reason for that to happen. Instead of going after information she was searching for her friend — or coworker — when she figured out he was dead.

After being questioned by the police she walked towards the group, already knowing that something was off if they were all together and very near a crime scene. Then phase two began, all the theories and explanations started being shared and got into an open discussion.

Things that had been understood in silence were finally spoken out loud and suddenly everything was real.

Way too real in your opinion.

“All that we know is that this is something different. Something new.” Max said, when most things were out.

“It doesn’t make sense.” Nancy complained.

“It’s only a theory.” Dustin justified himself.

“No, Fred and Chrissy don’t make sense.” Nancy continued. “I mean, why them?”

“Maybe it was just the wrong place? They were both at the game.” Dustin suggested.

“And near the trailer park.” Max completed.

“We’re at the trailer park.” Steve said in an uneasy voice. “Uh, should we maybe not be here?”

“I don’t think this is something to do with the trailer park.”

“No.” Nancy disagreed. “There is something about this place. Fred started acting weird the second we got here.”

“Acting weird as in…?” Robin trailed off, waiting for a better explanation.

“Scared, on edge, upset.”

“Max said Chrissy was upset too.” Dustin linked the information.

“Yeah, but not here.” She corrected him. “She was crying in the bathroom at school.”

“Serial killers stalk their prey before strike, right? So, maybe Fred and Chrissy saw this Vecman…” Robin 

“Vecna.” Dustin corrected.

“I don’t know about you guys, but if I saw some freaky wizard monster, I would mention it to someone.” Steve said.

“Maybe they did.” It was Max's turn again. “I saw Chrissy leaving Ms. Kelley’s office. If you saw a monster, you… you wouldn’t go to the police. They’d never believe you. But you might go to your…”

“Your shrink.” Robin concluded.

She hadn't even said the last letter and everyone was already getting up and walking to the car again, Nancy weirdly going in a different direction.

“Whoa, whoa. Nance. Nance!” Steve shouted for her and everyone stopped on their tracks. “Nance, where are you going?” he walked to her.

“Oh, there’s just something I wanna check up on first.” She said, still walking to the car.

“Something you wanna share with the group?” Dustin said.

“I don’t wanna waste your time. It’s a real shot in the dark.” She tried to get everyone off her.

“Yeah, okay. Are you out of your mind? Flying solo with this Vecna creep on the loose?” Steve complained. “No, it’s too dangerous. You need… You need someone to…”

He stuttered with the look she gave him and you were almost laughing, that’s until you spotted keys being thrown your way and you caught them by a miracle.

“I’ll stick with Nace, right? Take the car, check out the shrink.”

You looked at Robin, baffled and a bit hurt, but she only rolled her eyes and whatever Steve was doing. “I’m going with him so he doesn’t do anything stupider than this.”

“Take care, you three.” Was all you could shout before just turning around taking back the mission from where you stopped.

And that’s how you were stuck in the car with Dustin and Max and driving Steve’s car without Steve there. The other three had gone into Nancy’s car towards whatever clue Nancy was following and left you with the kids.

To be fair, being with the kids was easy, you were used to it for the past years. Saving Dustin and Erica from evil Russians, protecting Max, Lucas and also Dustin against “demodogs”, that was something you knew you were good at because the kids being alive meant something.

But you felt ashamed for being hurt by Steve running away from your side at the first opportunity. You shouldn’t be feeling like that and you knew, the break up was already about eight months into the past and you should be over it.

There was no being over Steve Harrington, it seemed.

“Here?” You asked Max when you parked the car in front of a house you never saw before.

She nodded to you. “I’m going in, wish me luck.”

With Dustin with you in the front seat you were afraid about where the conversation might go, so you just kept quiet, resting your head against the steering wheel.

“She’s in.” Dustin informed you and you nodded your head, almost hitting your nose at the steering wheel because you didn’t want to lift it up — this Upside Down business was getting more tiresome every year. 

The silence was perfect for you, but apparently not to Dustin since he felt the urge to interrogate you. “So, we're gonna talk about… it?”

“What?” You turned to look at him, seeing his pretty serious face and you had no idea about what he wanted to say.

“About the hurt face you made?” He said but you were still confused. “When Steve tossed you the car keys and went to uncover the mysteries of this town with Nancy Wheeler?”

“You’re seeing things, Dustin.”

“No, there were a lot of witnesses. I’m pretty sure Robin saw it too.” He kept going. “So that leaves us with only one conclusion: you still love Steve.”

“You’re insane, kid.”

“And I’m still more aware of this than you.”

“Shut up!” You were starting to feel bothered by it.

“You know I’m right.”

“It’s not like Steve and I broke up because we didn’t love each other.” You whispered.

“What was that?” His ears picked up your little comment that added new information to the thing he never understood.

You see, Dustin Henderson might have made a huge drama off your break up with Steve but he had no idea about what truly happened the week before you moved out of Hawkins. He also had no idea about the nightmares and how what happened at the Russian Base hit Steve harder than any of you would’ve thought.

“I’m sorry, Dusty.” You said, this time you looked out of the window for a distraction. “I’m sorry but this doesn’t have to do with you. You don’t need to worry about me and Steve, we about what we were. There’s no going back for us and… and even though I do though there might be a chance it was crushed today, all right? So let’s just not talk about this again? Could you please do this for me?”

Dustin kept quiet for a second, a very long second considering it was him — damn, you loved the kid but sometimes he just tested your patience way too much. “You know, Steve’s still in love with you, right?”

You were leaning on the steering wheel again and all you could do was laugh a bit at the situation.

“As I said, the problem isn’t love.” And it was so true. The problem might actually be… Hawkins, you weren’t a hundred percent sure. How can things grow when there’s always a monster waiting  to get us after some months? “But you know, I wouldn’t be so sure about his feelings. I think Nancy is the one for him.” And how could you blame him?

“He just wants to protect a friend. A very stubborn friend.” You looked at him, holding back laughter. “I know you’re stubborn too, but you’re the most responsible babysitter when it comes to you both.”

You laughed a bit, trying to lighten up the mood. “Whatever, I…” You stopped talking when you saw Max running in the direction of the car, so you started the engine. “Here she comes.”

She opened and closed the door as fast as she could.

“What’d she say?” Dustin asked.

“Nothing, just drive.” She answered shortly.

“Nothing?” You turned to look at her, confused by the lack of information.

“Y/n, drive!”

“All right, let’s go.” You speed up to leave the house behind. “Where to?”

“To the school, we need to check the records there.” Max said.

“Well I never thought I’d be sneaking into Hawkins High after I graduated.” You whispered.

Dustin. Dustin, it’s Lucas. Do you copy? Dustin.

Well, it seemed Lucas Sinclair got into the picture.

…

Entering the school wasn’t too complicated, but being inside when it was all dark and no one was inside too was quite intimidating. Well, the school like that was intimidating but the reason why you were there might’ve had a huge say in that.

You and Dusting followed Max to Ms. Kelley’s room when his walkie came back to life again, but this time it was Robin talking.

Dustin, do you copy?

“Yeah, I copy.” He answered quickly without stopping the run inside the school.

So, Nancy's a genius. Vecna's first victims date back all the way to 1959. Her shot in the dark was a bull's-eye.

“Okay, that's totally bonkers, but I can't really talk right now.” He said and you pulled him to your side to make a turn in another corridor.

What are you doing?

“We’re breaking and entering into school to retrieve confidential and extremely personal files.” Dustin summarized it pretty well.

Can you repeat that?

You grabbed the walkie from his hand to answer. “Just get your asses over here as fast as you can and we'll explain everything.”

What’s going on?

This time it was Steve’s voice.

“A lot, just come here.” You said again. “Bye.”

Giving Dustin the walkie back you entered inside the room right after Max and ran for the archives that you hoped held some of the answers you were all looking for.

“It's like a mini-Watergate or something.” Dustin said. “Hawkinsgate.”

You ignored looking at the files that Max was going through. 

“Oh, no.” You whispered.

“You found it?” Dustin walked closer to see it.

“Yeah, and not just Chrissy's file. Fred was seeing Ms. Kelley too.” Max explained it, walking to the table and opening the file to read.

You and Dustin got behind her and pointed the flashlights, going through the symptoms of whatever happened to Fred and Chrissy.

“Can I see Fred’s file?” She asked and you caught it for her.

The information was quite similar: nosebleeds, nightmares, PTSD, headaches… All of those were repeated on both files. “That’s not looking good. Max, can you pass me that other page?” You asked but she didn’t respond. “Max?”

She was freezed, you couldn’t call her and couldn't reach for her. You and Dustin started shaking her desperately and she was still in the same position and looking at the same place.

In some sort of… trance.

You were desperate, shaking and shouting, trying to do anything besides swelling into the panic that was already reaching for you. Some time while you and Dustin were trying to wake her up you felt an arm in your shoulder, only seconds before Max blinked back to reality.

“Hey, hey! You’re here, you’re here.” You said more like trying to ground yourself than her, but you squeezed her hands anyway. She was there.

The hand that was still on your shoulder was gone, but soon you felt arms surround you and bring you up to your feet, this time you were squeezed against someone’s chest and you were glad for it. The smell was too easy to recognize, Steve kept you there until your breath was normal again and it wasn’t long until you were back too.

Looking around you were glad everyone was worried about Max, too worried to notice your little slip of control. That was the last thing anyone needed in this situation.

“Thank you.” You whispered, back still pressed against him for comfort, your hands were free by your sides but you leaned your head back on his shoulder.

Just a quiet sign to show him it was okay.

…

After Starcout and everything it brought to Hawkins it wasn’t so hard to have trouble sleeping. Being held captive in a Russian Base also wasn’t in your top 3 best experiences in life.

When you jumped awake on that warm summer night you weren’t even surprised anymore, getting up to get a glass of water in the middle of the night had become a routine for you. At least you were happy the screaming had stopped, so Steve wasn’t awoken by your night terrors — even if he was sometimes by his own demons.

The water filling the glass up had a calming effect and, as you drank it, you felt more at ease but it wasn’t enough to bring back your sleep.

That’s when you felt strong arms surround you and you stilled in fear for a second, just before melting in Steve’s embrace. He wasn’t one to talk in the middle of the night, like if his voice was used it’d ruin his sleep — and you could understand why he’d value any night when the thoughts gave a break. But the good part was that Steve Harrington didn’t need to say a word to comfort you, the feeling of his heartbeat against your back and the way his hands ran up and down your arms took the fear away.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, letting out a loud and deep breath. 

Following the previous night's schedule, Steve knew you were feeling better so he guided you back to his room in small lazy steps. All until you were tucked under the sheets with him and were almost drifting off again, even if you swore you wouldn’t close your eyes ever again.

He has that effect.

…

“It was here.”

Great, you had zoned out again. Steve wasn’t hugging you anymore but his hand held yours tightly, he was probably the one who guided you out of Ms. Kelley’s room.

“Right here.” Max pointed at the empty wall.

“A grandfather clock?” Nancy asked.

“It was so real. And then, when I got closer, suddenly I just… I woke up.”

“It was like she was in a trance or something. Exactly what Eddie said happened to Chrissy.” Dustin explained, every word only left the atmosphere worse.

“That's not even the bad part.” Max turned to everyone and guided the group back to the room. “Fred and Chrissy, they both came to Miss Kelley for help. They both were having headaches. Bad headaches that wouldn't go away. And then… then the nightmares. They'd wake up in a cold sweat. Then they started seeing things. Bad things. From their pasts. These visions, they just… they kept on getting worse and worse, until eventually…” She stopped to take another deep breath. “Everything ended.”

“Vecna's curse.” Robin said.

“Chrissy's headache started a week ago. Fred's, six days ago. I've been having them for five days.” Max confessed it. “All I know is that, for Fred and Chrissy, they both died less than 24 hours after their first vision. And I just saw that goddamn clock, so…”, she breathed shakily, “…looks like I'm gonna die tomorrow.”

You shook your head, wanting to say something until the terrible moment was interrupted by a noise in the corridors outside of the room. Without even thinking, you squeezed Steve’s hand, looking back at him with wide eyes. He squeezed it back, in that reassuring way he’d always do for you, just before letting it go.

“Stay here.” He said to everyone, grabbing a lamp close to the door and then walking out of the room.

You looked at the table and caught a scissors you found, following him out not only seconds before. The kids, Nancy and Robin also followed, everyone with that fear mixed with curiosity to see what the hell was waiting outside. A loud noise of a door being open and then echoes of steps came from the corridor that crossed the one you were into and everyone was prepared for an attack.

“It's me!” A voice you knew shouted.

“Lucas?” You exclaimed.

“It's me.” He said one more time just to be sure.

“Jesus, what's wrong with you, Sinclair?” Steve shouted. “I could've taken you out with this lamp!”

“Sorry, guys. Sorry.” He said breathing too heavily. “I was… I was biking for eight miles. Give me a second. Shit.” Lucas took some more breaths before following. “We've got a code red.”

And anyone would think things couldn’t get worse, but you had Jason Carver to thank for that one.