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CURB FLIRTING - LN4



summary : In which Lando finds a girl crying on the side of the road and decides to help her a bit.
listen up : this is the cutest thing iâve ever written. no pt.2âźď¸
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Tears stream down my face, I try to control my breathing but I'm still in shock. Even though I'm sobbing, I want to laugh.
Iâm sitting on a curb outside of a club, itâs gross and thereâs cigarette butts by my feet. I can only smell alcohol and the scent of my vanilla perfume.
I want to rip it off my body. I try to take a deep breath but my chest hurts and I start coughing. People around me ask if I'm okay but when I nod they leave.
Until a manâs shoes appear in front of me, âAre you alright?â I look up, breathing heavily still before nodding and looking back down at his shoes. I like them.
He sits next to me, âYou sure?â He has an accent. British, I think.
âNo.â I laugh as he cracks a smile.
âIâm Lando.â He holds out his hand for me to shake, so I do. His ring is cold against my burning skin. When I meet his eyes again, I realize theyâre green and unfairly stunning.
In fact, his whole face is stunning. Heâs got curly hair, dark and mullet-ish, his clothes are light and his jewelry is nice.
âIâm Y/n.â I sniffle, wiping a tear from my face, âI like your shoes.â
He smiles again, âThank you. I like your dress.â I glance down to my bare legs, hot and uncomfortable with the icy air. He seems to notice my body language and shrugs off his jacket, laying it over my legs.
I frown, crying more, âHey- I didnât mean to make it worse.â He looks genuinely worried.
âYou didnât. Iâm just- Thank you.â He nods, âIâm kinda embarrassed.â
âNo need. Plenty of strangers have seen me cry.â He shrugs, eyeing my hair and earrings, âYou donât need to worry though, youâre a pretty crier.â
I let out a laugh, something I havenât done for a few hours, âI doubt you arenât.â His presence is oddly comforting yet also awkward because I was bawling in front of him.
His smile is kind and soft while his body looks sharp and hard. âYou flatter me, Y/n.â I like the way he says my name. But that could just be because of my tears.
âWhatâs your deal, Mr. Lando no last name?â My eyes are still wet but my tears are no longer falling, âAre those your friends?â
We both look over to the group on the other side of the road, three men staring. Lando eyes them but quickly looks back at me, âUh, yeah.â
âDo they think a twenty four year old woman is going to hurt you?â I look at them again, âBecause they sure are protective.â
He laughs, âProtective is a good word for it. Where are your friends?â This makes me frown and he sees it instantly, âAre you visiting Monaco?â
I nod, âYeah. Are you?â
He shakes his head, âI live here.â My eyes instinctively widen at this. He looks young. I mean, he could be studying here I guess but still.
âHow old are you?â
âTwenty five.â This makes my brows pull together, he laughs at this.
âAre you⌠rich?â I whisper it as if itâs illegal.
He leans it a bit close, âSort of.â
I hum, âHowâŚ?â
âIâll tell you if you come and sit in my car with me.â I raise a brow at this, crossing my arms, âI promise itâs just because I'm worried youâre gonna catch a cold.â I look at him skeptically too, âYou can hold my keys if it makes you feel better.â
I stand, holding his jacket close to me as he drops his keys into my hand. I stare down at them, blink. âA McLaren?â I roll my eyes.
âAn eye roll is not the usual reaction I get for that!â He starts walking and I follow him.
âOh, so you bring all the girls you find crying in the street into your car?â He eyes me, a slight smirk on his face.
âOnly the pretty ones.â
I roll my eyes, âYouâre going to let a stranger take the keys to your McLaren?â He just shrugs.
âI know your name. You know mine.â
He lets me sit in the driver's seat, he turns the car on and Mamma Mia starts blasting. âShit.â He mumbles, turning it down quickly as I giggle.
âA musical fanâŚ?â His face is serious and definitely embarrassed. I canât help but laugh more, âOkay, Okay. How are you, Mr. very mysterious Lando no last name, rich?â
He stretches his arms up, grinning but staying silent. Oh god. Heâs fit as hell.
âOh no.â I feel doom approaching me.
âWhat?â he asks.
âDonât tell me youâre a footballer.â
He looks horrified, âAn american footballer?â I did forget about that one little difference between us. âWhy would I be an American footballer?â
âWell youâre-â He raises a brow as I groan, âYou clearly work out.â He laughs at me. âLando! Iâm serious, youâre an athlete arenât you? Oh god I donât want to know. Do you play soccer? Youâve got the height for it.â
His jaw is dropped at this point, âCalling me hot then calling me short is insane!â
âI did not say, âhotâ!â I scoff, turning towards him, âTell me what you really do then. Are you in the Mafia?â
He sighs, leaning his head against the glass of his car. I hadn't realized before, but I'm much more comfortable here. Well, I suppose a McLaren has got to be more comfortable than a street corner.
Itâs quieter and definitely warmer. Plus, I do feel safe with Lando which is a bit odd because I just met the guy.
âIâm a formula 1 driver.â
Oh?
âOh.â I nod. I donât know anything about motorsport so I'm a bit lost, but I guess I got my answer, âSo you drive cars?â
He looks happy at my answer, his smile making my cheeks heat, âYeah⌠Yeah I drive cars.���
Lando Norris.
An interesting name for an interesting man. We stay in his car for another⌠hour? I donât know. I lose track of time when Lando starts telling me about everywhere heâs traveled.
He lets me rant or stay silent, something I've been waiting for all night. Or maybe all my life.
He leaves me for five minutes alone, in which I peek around his car, finding absolutely nothing but a golf ball and a bag of chips. He comes back with a smile on his face and an ask.
I move to the passenger seat, saying hi to his friends. He said that he wanted me to feel safe and after the conversation with his friends, I really do. I donât think I've ever laughed harder at a manâs friend group.
He plays âThank you for the musicâ on low while I look out the window, my hair blowing in the wind.
âHey uh-â he clears his throat, âCould I get your number? Just to check in tomorrow.â I bite my lip as he hands me his phone, smiling to myself as I type in my number.
âDont abuse it.â I joke as he taps his finger against the wheel.
He's grinning again, âCanât promise anything.â
I sigh, watching the city pass by me, some of the boats on the water quiet and some bright and loud. I like it here. Even if me crying had to get me in such a good mood.
âThanks for driving me.â
âOf course, I hope to do it again, one day.â
âYou know we're probably not going to see eachother again, right?â I see the corner of his mouth quirk downwards, âIâm going home tomorrow.â
âAnd I have access to private planes.â He shrugs as I scoff.
âLando. I just met you. What if I was some crazy stalker?â Does this man not know stranger danger?
He eyes me, âWell, are you?â
âNoâŚâ
âSo,â he glances at me, a curl falling into his face, âI'll see you soon.â
Sadly, my hotel isnât far and when he pulls up to the front, I get an odd sensation of sadness washing over me. âWant me to walk you up?â
I shake my head, âYouâve done enough for me.â I lean over the middle console and press a soft kiss to his cheek, âHave a good night, Lando.â
âYou too, Y/n.â I grab my bag, and slip out the expensive car, looking back one last time to see Lando watching me. His eyes are meaningful and something I have a feeling I wonât be forgetting anytime soon.
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Fresh Meat
Joel Miller x F!Reader wc: 3,452
Summary: Finally deciding to get your first tattoo, you go to the best in the business - Joel Miller. Warnings/Tags: MDNI 18+, No outbreak AU, Joel is a tattoo artist, Explicit Language, random female character(iykyk), reader has shoulder length hair, unprotected PinV, fingering(f!receiving), Joel Miller has a filthy mouth(I blame Pedroâs gym picture for this) , I went off memory on tattoo aftercare, reader is getting her first tattoo A/N: First, thank you for your eyeballs and help on this one @beefrobeefcal, @noxturnalnymph, @jennaispunk, and @strang3lov3. Second, this is a very belated birthday present for @jay-zzle who I have screamed about more times than I can even count. It all started with her making a random post looking for Pedro Pascal character fic recs and here we are over a year later! I would not even be writing if it weren't for her. I love you, I'm so very glad we met and Iâm so happy you are in my life â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
Masterlist||AO3
dividers by @saradika-graphics
The thought has crossed your mind plenty of times. It wasnât as if your family was against tattoos. It was just a lot to consider, between marking your body permanently, and the pain of a needle stabbing into your skin hundreds of times. What if you wake up one day, look at yourself in the mirror and hate it? What then? Laser removal is more expensive than a tattoo and, from what youâve heard - even more painful.
Youâve done the research, asked the right questions and on your twenty-seventh birthday, you finally decide to bite the bullet and do it. Youâre getting tattooed by the Joel Miller. Heâs been in the tattoo business for over thirty years now. You studied his line work extensively, scrolling through his Instagram page for hours on end. His name is in tattoo magazines around the world claiming to be one of the best in the business. You steady yourself before grabbing the door handle, feeling the cool steel against your palm, before pulling it open to hear a ding above your head.
âAfternoon, sweetheart,â the platinum-blonde woman says, giving you a friendly smile. âWhat can I help you with?â
âUh, J-Joel?â You stammer, eyes wide looking around the shop, colorful pieces of art plastered on the walls, the faint sounds of buzzing surround your ears like a mosquito searching for a spot to bite, âIâm su- supposed to meet-,â you clear your throat, shaking your hands against your sides, gripping the strap of your purse that rests across your body tightly, letting out a nervous chuckle, âSorry, nervous. I have an appointment with Joel.â
âAh!â She smirks, clicking around on the computer in front of her. âYou must be his three oâclock! Girl, you got lucky with that cancellation. Heâs been completely booked for the next six months!â She adds with a laugh, lightly smacking the counter before leaning her tiny frame against it. âJoel!â Her voice booms, âYour three is here!â
âAh, fresh meat!â Joelâs voice echoes down the hall. âThink she can handle it, Miko?â
âI think so,â she shrugs, smiling while eyeing you up and down. âThis your first?â
âYeah,â you murmur shyly, eyes glancing at your shoes, kicking nervously at the checkered floor.
âDonât worry, sweetheart,â she beams proudly, âJoel will take good care of you!â
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You sit in the chair, glancing around the walls of the room. Multiple magazine cutouts praising Joelâs work are hung in black frames, and beautiful artwork is scattered throughout the space. You notice a sticker plastered on the wall that says No Weenies Allowed and let out a soft laugh.
âSo youâre wantinâ it behind your ear?â Joel asks. You jump at his sudden presence, stepping into the room. âSorry, darlinâ,â he smirks, âDidnât mean to spook ya.â
âItâs okay.â You state, feeling your face heat up. âUhm, yeah, I was hoping to get it behind my ear, like right here.â You rub the spot behind your ear with a single finger, dangerously close to your hairline. The messages you and Joel had swapped back and forth; he had mentioned possibly needing to shave some of your hair to do the tattoo.
âYa mind?â He asks, sitting on a stool before you, studying where your finger sits.
âGo ahead,â you murmur, moving your hand away to make room for him.
Joel reaches toward your neck, gently brushing your hair back to examine the spot behind your ear. His hand rests gently against the side of your neck, covering most of it. Your breath hitches, feeling the warmth radiating from his palm. He hums, stroking his thumb against the spot behind your ear.
âGood news,â Joel smirks, his big brown eyes looking into your own, âShouldnât have to shave any of your hair.â
âTh- thatâs good!â You stutter with a shy smile as his thumb continues stroking the spot behind your ear. âIs it a good spot for my first?â You ask, feeling your face get hot again.
âSâperfect.â Joel whispers, âNo need to be nervous. Iâll take good care of ya.â He adds with a playful wink.
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âAâright,â Joel starts, putting on a pair of black latex gloves and grabbing a razor. âYouâre not allergic to anything, right?â
âNo.â You squeak out, glaring at the comically small razor in his hand. âI thought we didnât have to shave my hair?â
âDonât worry, sweetheart.â He grins, âJusâ gotta get the baby hairs off your neck. Wonât touch any aâ that beautiful hair on your head.â He grabs a bottle off the small table beside the chair, squeezing a small amount of the cool liquid out behind your ear before gently gliding the razor across your delicate skin.
âI noticed the âNo Weenies Allowedâ sticker, but what if I am one?â You ask, a soft giggle escaping your lips. He moves to throw away the razor in a container labeled sharps on the wall.
âNah, youâre a tough one,â he laughs, turning slightly to look at you, giving you a wink, âCan feel it in my bones. Gonna put the stencil on ya next.â
âWhere did you get that, anyway? " you ask, pointing at the sticker in an attempt to distract yourself from the shiver running down your spine as he rubs more of the cool liquid onto your skin with a paper towel. His knuckle nudges against the side of your chin, turning your head slightly to the side, and he gently places the stencil against that spot behind your ear, smoothing it out firmly with the pads of his fingers.
You can feel your face growing warmer again. You knew Joel was attractive by the pictures youâd seen of him, but in person? The ink etched into his skin, the dark brown of his irises, the broad expanse of his shoulders, his gentle but firm touch against your skin, the easy way he can soothe your nerves, the way he walks you through the entire process, thereâs no wonder why they say heâs the best in the business.
âMy kid got it for me! Thought itâd be perfect for the shop.â He states, gently removing the stencil and fanning your neck with his hand. âGotta let that dry for a bit.â
You let out a soft sigh, waiting for the stencil to dry, listening to him prepare the small table beside him. His fingers gently tap against your neck. âYou can go ahead and look in the mirror. Make sure you like the spot; if you donât, we can move it.â
You stand from the chair, walking towards the mirror, and turn your head trying to glance at the stencil placement.
âShit,â Joel grunts, standing up âWasnât even thinkinâ. Sorry, sweetheart, here.â He stands behind you with a mirror. He brushes your hair back, placing the mirror for you to see the stencil more clearly. Your smile is beaming as you see the outline on your neck, chancing a look at Joel in the mirror. His eyes meet yours, a soft smile on his face as his broad body stands so close behind you. âLike it?â He asks. You nod, unable to stop yourself from smiling.
âJust gotta get a couple more things ready.â He states, walking back to his stool, âGoâhead and sit back down.â His biceps strain against the fabric of his shirt as he shakes a bottle full of black ink, squirting the ink into small containers on the table. Your mouth feels dry, watching him move around like an expert within the little corner of his shop. âI have to show you that this is a brand new needle,â Joel instructs, showing you the packaging of a needle. Your smile falters, eyes widening, staring at the needle, nodding dumbly as he opens it and places it within his tattoo gun.
âOkay,â he announces, fiddling with the tattoo gun in his hands, starting and stopping it randomly, âya ready?â
You take a deep breath in, slowly letting the air escape your lungs before nodding. âReady as Iâll ever be,â you murmur.
âGo âhead and turn your head towards the wall for me, darlinâ,â Joel says, his thick fingers lightly pushing your chin in the direction he wants you to go.
You close your eyes, taking deep breaths in and out, awaiting the feel of the needle against your skin.
âHere we go,â Joel murmurs in your ear, you hear the buzzing of the tattoo gun grow closer, feeling a slick ointment pressed into your skin, wincing when you feel the sharp needle pierce your skin. âDoinâ okay?â he asks, taking note of the grimace on your face.
âDoing okay,â you breathe out, resting your hands against your stomach, focusing on the rise and fall of your tummy. The needle strokes against your skin, creating a permanent fixture on your body for the rest of your life. The slight tinge of pain creates a wave of goosebumps to ripple across your flesh. Joel hums softly in your ear to the tune playing on the radio as he moves the needle with precision. Your nipples harden under your shirt, your face warming with embarrassment, hoping with everything in your being that your bra has enough padding to cover the traitorous peaks of your breasts.
âDoinâ good for me, sweetheart,â Joel murmurs, swiping the towel against your neck. âJust a couple more lines, and then weâll be done.â
âOkay,â you squeak out, careful not to nod as he speaks, âThis doesnât hurt nearly as bad as I thought it would.â
âYeah?â Joel asks, a cocky lilt to his voice, âTold ya Iâd take good care of ya.â
âYeah,â you huff, rolling your eyes, âKinda feels good.â
âCareful now, youâll get addicted!â He chuckles into your ear. The buzzing stops, and he wipes the towel against your neck again. âAâright, all done,â Joel murmurs, turning your chin towards him. Your breath hitches as you look into his deep chocolate eyes, pupils dilating before your eyes as his gaze travels down your neck to your chest. Clearing his throat before instructing you, âTake your time getting up, okay? Donât need ya passinâ out on my floor thinkinâ youâre all fine anâ dandy.â
You give a slight nod of your head, averting your eyes from him quickly. Joel takes his gloves off and starts cleaning things off the small table.
âYa aâright?â He asks softly, glancing over at you.
âYeah, just worried about the passing out thing.â You murmur, holding in an anxious laugh.
âCâmere,â Joel instructs, holding out his hand. You grab it to help hoist yourself up from the chair. He keeps a firm but gentle hold of your arm, walking you towards the mirror. âHere, darlinâ,â he gently coos, holding the mirror up behind you so you can see the permanent art on your body.
âOh my god, Joel,â you breathe, feeling a lump in your throat, âItâs beautiful!â
Joel canât contain his smile behind you, his pearly whites on display as he continues to watch you studying the art on your skin. You stumble forward towards the mirror, feeling a slight rush of headiness. Joel grips your hip, pulling your back flush to his front.
âSorry,â you giggle, your hand shooting up, trying to cover the grin on your face. âI think I got a little too excited.â
âItâs okay, sweetheart,â Joel hums, his thumb sneaking up the hem of your shirt, caressing the smooth skin of your hip. Your heart races from his simple touch. You glance in the mirror, watching as his eyes travel up and down your body. âThis okay?â He asks, cocking his brow, his hand resting against your stomach, fingers tracing soft patterns above the waistline of your jeans. You nod dumbstruck, glancing away from the mirror to look at the door. âSâokay, baby,â Joel huskily whispers in your ear, âNo oneâs gonna come back here.â
He slowly blows on your new tattoo, feeling the cool air against your heated skin; a small whimper escapes your lips, back arching against his chest, your ass pushing against his groin. You can feel the outline of his stiff erection through the denim of his jeans. Joel lets out a soft groan, pulling you impossibly closer to him, his hand skimming down to the button of your jeans.
âStill okay?â He coos, teeth nibbling against your ear.
âJoel,â you whine softly, your hand grasping against the arm holding you, the other reaching behind you, slipping your fingers between the thick curls on the nape of his neck.
âYouâre okay, pretty girl,â he growls into the crook of your shoulder, âYou did so good getting your first tattoo.â One of his hands moves, gripping your chin and turning your face to crash his lips into your own. His tongue sliding between your lips, swirling the thick muscle around your mouth, claiming the soft moan that rolls out of your throat into his mouth.
âFuck,â you gasp, chest heaving, your lips catching the corner of his mouth as the hand that was rubbing gentle patterns into your skin deftly works the button and zipper of your jeans open, slipping his hand down to feel the cotton of your underwear. Your hips buck as his thick fingers press firmly against your cloth-covered clit, a whine erupting out of you.
âShhhh,â Joel smirks, nosing your temple, âLook in the mirror, baby. Did someone figure out that a little pain is nice?â
Your eyes close, head leaning back against his shoulder, warmth spreading throughout your body, wiggling against him as his fingers continue to rub circles against your swollen clit.
âI said look in the mirror,â he grunts, gripping your chin harshly forcing you to look at the mirror. A gasp escapes your lips, eyes widening as Joelâs dark eyes stare at you in the mirror. âYou gonna let me fuck you, pretty girl?â He asks, firmly grinding his bulge into your ass.
âYes,â you breathe out, swallowing thickly. Joel smirks, kissing your jaw. âFuck,â you whisper, your thighs beginning to shake from the delicious pressure Joelâs putting on that bundle of nerves.
âSo fuckinâ pretty,â he softly groans against your skin. His lips placing soft kisses and gentle sucks against the crook of shoulder, making sure to be careful of your new tattoo. âSo glad that fucker cancelled so you could come in,â Joel sighs, sliding his fingers under the band of your panties. âSo fuckinâ wet, sweetheart,â he hums. âThis all for me?â
âUh-huh,â you nod, trying to catch your breath. You can feel the band in your stomach about to snap. âJoel,â you mewl, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip to try and keep quiet, âPlease.â
âPlease what, baby?â Joel smirks, his index and middle fingers ghosting along your weeping hole as his thumb continues its pleasurable rhythm against your nub.
âMore,â you beg, gripping the arm thatâs down your pants, nails biting into his forearm. âPlease -fuck- more. So close.â
âYou gonna come, baby?â Joel husks against your hairline, âCome all over my fingers?â
You let out a pathetic whine, hips bucking into his hand and pleading desperately for more before feeling his thick fingers plunge into your tight heat.
âFuck me, pretty girl,â Joel growls, moving his fingers in a syrupy slow rhythm, âPussyâs just begginâ to be filled, huh?â
âYes,â you whimper, the band in your tummy getting tighter and tighter as Joel continues to spew filth into your ear. His fingers crook up, reaching that spot that very few before him have been able to find, bumping against it on every stroke in and out of your sex. âOh god,â you moan out, âJoel, please, faster.â You can feel your walls clamping down against his fingers, just needing that extra bit more to throw you over the edge. Joel pumps his fingers in again, holding them at that spot, firmly swiping them back and forth.
âOh fuck, fuck, fuck, Joel, Iâm gonna- Iâm gon-â cutting yourself off as that band finally snaps, gushing all over his hand.
âOh, baby,â Joel smiles, slick lingering between your thighs and sliding against your tummy as he removes his fingers, bringing the soaked digits to his mouth, sucking them clean with a lewd -pop- as they leave his mouth. âTaste so fucking good.â
You giggle, in shock, unable to believe that just happened. First tattoo and you got fingered by Joel Miller? You would mark this birthday a success as is.
âNow,â Joel says, clearing his throat, gently brushing your hair to the side, âIn all seriousness. You need to make sure you keep this clean,â he states, you hear the jingle of a belt buckle and a zipper being undone before heâs grabbing your jeans and underwear, slipping them down your legs. âMmmm,â he hums, peeking down to get a good look at your ass, gripping the root of his cock, swiping the tip between your soaked folds. âFeel so good, baby.â
âFuck,â you whisper, glancing toward the door again.
âUh-uh,â Joel tuts, gripping your chin to force your vision to focus back on the mirror. âYou keep lookinâ here, aâright?â Your eyes bore into his dark orbs, nodding. âGood girl,â he grunts, notching himself at your entrance. âJust keep lookinâ in the mirror, donât worry âbout anythinâ else,â he instructs, pushing his thick length into you.
âFuck,â you gasp quietly, hands reaching out, landing on the mirror before you.
âOh fuck, pretty girl,â He grunts, gripping a handful of your hair. âLook at ya,â he sneers in the mirror, taking in the fucked out expression on your face, âThis what ya needed? This cock inside your tight little pussy?â
You whimper, feeling him saw in and out of you at a punishing pace.
âWhere was I?,â he grunts, his hips smacking against the flesh of your ass, âThas right, keep your tattoo clean.â Joel pulls his hips back, glancing down at his glistening cock. âFuck me,â he whispers in awe. âThree times a day should be good,â he huffs, thrusting back into you, tugging on your hair. âYou listening, baby? Shitâs important.âÂ
You nod, trying to focus on his instructions.
âNeed ya tâput a small amount of aquaphor on it during the day,â he groans, âJust enough tâkeep it moist. Not a whole bunch though, donât need your new ink as wet as this pussy.â Joel chuckles, watching the way your ass ripples as he slams back into your squelching cunt. âIt gets itchy? Smack it - donât - fucking - scratch - it.â He punctuates his instructions with powerful thrusts between each word. âDonât fuck up my art, baby.â
âO-o-oh god,â you mewl, feeling your walls flutter around his length.
âRepeat it.â Joel commands, sliding his fingers down to your throbbing clit. âNeed tâknow you were listeninâ, baby.â
âO-okay,â you stutter, taking a shuddering breath. âW-wash it, three -ungh- three times a day, a-a-and put on aquaphor.â
âHow much aquaphor?â Joel asks, snapping his length into you sharply.
âSmall amount, not a lot.â
âNot a lot like what?â Joel chuckles, gripping your hair tighter. His fingers swirling circles around your bundle of nerves.
âM-m-my pussy,â you moan, feeling so close to falling off that ledge of ecstasy.
âGood fuckinâ girl,â Joel grunts, âKnow youâre gettinâ close. Can feel that tight pussy squeezing my cock, baby.â You moan softly, nails sliding against the glass of the mirror, the walls of your pussy growing tighter with each of Joelâs thrusts, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over you, finally tipping you off that ledge.Â
âFuck!â Joel shouts, loosening your hair in favor of gripping your hips tightly, pulling you roughly towards him half a dozen more times, chasing his own climax before he erupts, hot ropes of his come paint your inner walls. âSo fucking good, baby.â He huffs, his head landing between your shoulder blades. Sweat clinging to both your bodies, trying to catch your breath.
âIâll go over tattoo aftercare again,â Joel grunts, pulling out of your wet heat, twin groans escaping both of you, chuckling against your shoulder blades, âDonât want ya missinâ anythinâ important I might have told ya.â
âDonât think I could.â You smirk, giggling, feeling him fumble behind you, âNot with that sort of lesson.â
Joel turns you around, kneeling down to grab your pants. âHey wait a minute. In our messages you said this was your birthday present to yourself, right?â He asks, smiling up at you.
âUh, yeah.â You nod, avoiding his eyes, face warming while remembering your nervous rambling to him as he helps you right your clothes. âItâs today, m-my birthday is today.â
âWell then,â Joel stands, his hand gripping your jaw to tilt your face to his, giving you a tender kiss, âHappy fuckinâ birthday, sweetheart.â
NPT for those who seemed interested: @whocaresstillthelouvre @vichons @pinkypromisepascal
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star-crossed â mv1
genre: angst, fluff, humor, lots of back and forth, smut
word count: 9.1k
Fixated, you and Max struggle to stay away from one another. All the while, everyone tries to convince you that it won't ever work out.
nsfw warning under the cut!
18+...penetrative sex, fingering
inspired by star-crossed, ethan gander !
cherry here!...as a wise person once told me: footnotes = crumbs. hope that helps!! enjoy :)

The table was long, practically going for miles, but not reallyâit was just your closest friends. They all converse with one another, talking about the upcoming season, the upcoming season, and oh, whatâs that? The upcoming season. And youâve had enough of it, he can tell, so he gently rubs his thumb over your hand, easing your nervous tick.Â
White florals lay neatly on the wooden top, fairy lights hang up above your heads, and Frank Sinatra plays from your fiancĂŠâs phone, connected to the Bluetooth.Â
Pierre stands up firmly, clinking his glass with a spoon. When it doesnât seem to get anyones attention, Alex lets out a loud whistle. Everyoneâs heads turn. âMerdeâfinally. Well, first of all, welcome on behalf of the groom's best man!â Crickets. His smile drops. âI-Its me. Iâm the best man.â
âMore like Best Party Killer. Sit down,â Daniel yells, aiming a peony at his friend's head.Â
The Frenchman swats it away, to which Kika glares as it hits her. He nervously chuckles, pecking her cheek, swiftly. âComme je le disaisâŚweâre here to celebrate two very important people. Can ya take a guess?â
âWhy did you choose Pierre as your best man again?â you whisper to the twenty-six year old. He shrugs, hushing you once before his watercolor eyes flicker back to his friend.Â
âAny more guesses?â
âOkay, thank you!â you yelp, standing up and motioning him down. âThank you, Pierre, for saying a whole lot of nothing, really.â
The blue eyed boy silently pleads, hands pressed together in prayer. âOui, oui, Iâm done, Iâm done.â A warm hand snakes to wrap around your wrist and you sigh, sitting back down onto his lap. He clears his throat. âI thought we could go around andâŚshare some stories about the soon-to-be husband and wife. Iâll start.â
âGreat,â Kika groans, massaging her temples.Â
âSeptember 4, 2022.â
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Circuit ZandvoortâSeptember 4, 2022 (Dutch Grand Prix)
âYou said it would be warm!â
Lissie squeals when you reach out to pinch her forearm. âI said slightly warm. More so cool.â A harsh glare. She winces. âYeah. Sorry about that.â
Despite the evident goosebumps, you march your way over to the pen, awaiting your first interview. Lissie stands besides you, raising two thumbs up and a toothy grin. You got this! Your stomach churns as you fix your set up. Sheâs right, youâve worked for this moment, day and night. You weren't going to mess up for any reasâ
âShould I just come back later orâŚâ
Blinking, your heart stops beating as your mouth runs completely dry. He looks around for his publicist who just sighs and starts tugging him away.Â
And weâre here with Max Verstappen, Lissie hissesâassisists. Coughing loudly, you bring up the microphone to your lips. âMax Verstappen!â The RedBull driver turns back to face you, clearly puzzled. You cringe at your sudden outburst, but continue. âSo nice to see you. Saw you had a magnificent drive.â
Blue eyes pierce basically through your soul. He smiles, shoulders relaxing, hands leaning against the barrier. âYeah. We did have a lot of luck on our side today. Plenty.â
It wasnât that hard to pick up from there, question after question being basically given to you, to which he answers with professional ease. His dimples even pop out with every punctuation, it makes your chest swell. You clear your throat, eyes flickering to your list that now narrows down to one last inquiry.Â
âEveryone nowadays fears you, it seems like.â He laughs, rolling his eyes. âBut I do have one questionâhow does it feel to be the villain in all of Formula One?â
His smile slips away. âSorry?â
âUh-oh,â Lissie mutters.
But you donât catch onto it, his sudden defensive tone, his dark glare. Beaming like the sun on the earth, you nod. âWell you arenât the most liked, per se. Often hated by others. Do you think your dominance has affected your relationship with the drivers on the grid?â
When you finally look up, you clearly notice his change in demeanor, and that makes you flinch. We should get going, his publicist squeaks, already pushing him away. Letâs not air that last question, thank you.Â
Fiercely, you turn to face your friend. âI still had a minute left!â
âWhy would you say that?â she screeches. âWhy, why, why?â
You blink. âIâm lost. What did I do wrong?â
The brunette sighs, brown orbs analyzing the short clip. âYou got on Max Verstappenâs bad side, thatâs what.â
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âTheir relationship had started ratherâŚrocky,â Pierre announces, swaying his hands back and forth for emphasis. âBut donât you worry! I. Fixed. Everything.â
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âShe really said that?âÂ
Max whips his head to Checo, then to Yuki, then to Pierre. Each wears a loopy smile. He scowls. âSheâs new here, she must beâIâve never seen her before. Who does she think she is?â
âA legend, thatâs who,â the Frenchman retorts, almost high and mighty.Â
Max takes a long sip of his energy drink before scoffing. âI donât care if sheâs royalty, Iâm never willingly doing an interview with her ever again.â
A few hours have now rolled by and youâve finally realizedâyou messed up. Here you go, basically painting him out to be the bad guy, when really, heâs just a strong driver. No one thinks heâs a villain, you think heâs a villain.Â
âYou think heâs going to protest against me? Get me fired? Boycott? Hates me?â
Lissie giggles, tidying up the equipment from the last round. âNo. No. No. Maybe?â
Groaning, you hit your forehead over and over again with your clipboard before a sharp accent makes you stop. âHello.â
âOh! Hi!â
His lips stretch, then steps closer to you. âIâm Pierreââ
âI know who you are,â you cut him off. âItâs so nice to meet you. Iâmââ
âNew?â
Your cheeks burn up at his accuracy. âYes?â
âI thought so,â he pronounced with a goofy grin. Annoyance builds up inside of you but hold back and bite your tongue. The Frenchman fixes his sunglasses that lay on the bridge of his nose. âSoâŚIâm going to take the chance and say that what you asked wasnât meant to hurt his feelings?â
You soften up quickly. âI hurt his feelings?â
A nose scrunch. âLet me backtrack; Max doesnât have feelings, therefore thereâs nothing to hurt, but he does hold killer grudges, so yeah.â He lifts the frames. âHe doesnât like you.â
âLovely,â Lissie mumbles from her spot besides you. âIs there a wayâŚweâŚcan fix all this misunderstanding? Because thatâs what this is! A misunderstanding!â
The Alpha Tauri driver clicks his tongue in deep thought. âThereâs not much to do other than apologize. Explain yourselves, maybe? Heâs very Old-Fashioned.â
âOkay, yes.â You scurry down the paddock. âI could do that! I could so do that.âÂ
âOther way!â he yells. Turning around, you see him pointing you down to the right. You giggle, nervously, and continue your sprint.
You catch him quite fast; his tall stature and blond hair are pretty easy to spot. âHeyâhi!â Gasping for air, you clutch onto your side. âH-hello. Again.â
His jaw ticks once, and in an eerie motion, a warm smile forms. You shudder. âYes?â
âI just wanted to apologize about before. That was not the right thing to say, I am so sorryâŚplease donât demand for my release.â
A dark brow quirks up, looks around, then back down to you. âIâm not here to ruin your life, youâve got nothing to worry about.â
You sigh in relief. âGod. Thank you, thank you, thank you.âÂ
Crouching down to you, he tilts his head to the side with a sly grin. âYouâre very welcome, but that doesnât mean I like you.â
Your breath hitches, shivers spreading like a wildfire. âSorry?â
âYeah.â He steps away. âYou already said that.â
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âHe was a bit guarded. Definitely guarded.â
âIsnât this supposed to make me look good?â your fiancĂŠ grunts, dark eyes narrowing down on the Frenchman. âYou know what? Just sit down.â
Pierre smirks. âSee? Guarded.â
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Autodromo Nazionale MonzaâSeptember 11, 2022 (Italian Grand Prix)
âIâm not a quitter.â
âThere we go!â
âBut he makes me want to quit.â âOh, well now weâre back to square one,â Pierre groans. âHeâs being hard headed, thatâs all. Iâll talk to him again, donât worry.â
And he does.Â
It happens during one of the worst moments in your life; you werenât wearing makeup.Â
âYou lookââ
âHideous?â You blush. âYeah, donât even mention it.â
He swallows, digging his hands deep into his pockets. âI wanted to apologize⌠for the way I reacted. It was immature.â
âN-no, you had every right to be upset. I crossed the line and Iâm sorry.â
Max nods, Adamâs Apple dancing up, then down. âTruce?âÂ
Staring down at his large hand, you smile and slip yours past it. âTruce.â
And as a rare occasion, his smile meets his eyes, crinkles and all. The RedBull driver disconnects first, then rubs his jaw once before signaling down to your wet hair. âPool day, I see? Enjoying the benefits?â
With a cheesy look, you shrug. âItâs one way to relieve stress.â
âYeahâand whatâs another?â
His tone is sultry and irresistible, you canât help but rip your gaze away. âAnything that brings thrill, I suppose.â A tick. âWhatever that may be.â
âAnd what if itâs something bad? Does that still count?â
You laugh, throwing your head back. The Dutchmanâs lips wobble as a weak attempt to not smile. âYouâre not a bad person, so yes.â
His tongue clicks. âUh, I don't know. As I recall, you called me a villain?â
Groaning, you gently smack his chest. âWill you ever let it go?â
âMight take me a whileâŚâ
Just as youâre about to respond, your phone rings and you smile. âL-Lissie.â
 The blue eyed boy nods. âAre you going to be interviewing me from now on?â
âAhâis my ban lifted?â
âYes.â
You roll your eyes. âThen yes.â Strolling past him, you wave. âSee you around. And put on some sunscreen. Itâs good for you.â
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âWhere are you even going with any of this?â Lewis hollers from the end of the table, taking a sip of wine. âYouâve just been talking about yourself, not them.â
Pierre scowls. âIâm getting there!â He returns his attention to the couple, gleaming. âSo, as you can imagine, once I weaseled my way in and fixed their problemsâyour welcome, by the wayâa certain spark came through. It was clearly evident.â
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Marina Bay Street CircuitâOctober 2, 2022 (Singapore Grand Prix)
âNepo-Baby?â
You hum. âThey all are.â
Lissie groans. âSo how will I know which one?â
âOh, youâll know.â Squinting accusingly, the British girl sticks her tongue out before standing up, hands on her hips. She yawns. âI have to go find Will. Something aboutâwhatever, you probably donât even care.â
You giggle. âNope. Have fun.â
Silence engulfs you as you close your eyes momentarily, pulling your coat over your chest.Â
âDonât you have to watch the race in order to report back on it? Ask questions?â
âDude, I was just falling asleepâŚâ You peek an eye open. âAnd yes. But it hasnât started, so I'm clear.â
Max whistles, unimpressed. Falling down next to you on the fluffy couch, he places his hands over his stomach, closing his eyes, too. You try not to laugh and instead do the same.Â
âHavenât seen you around much.â
âBeen hiding from you.â
âSeems like. Donât do that.â
âFine.â You grin, sitting up straight. âShouldnât you be getting ready?â
âProbably.â
You snicker, pink tongue poking from in between your teeth. The cold air makes you snuggle deeper into your wannabe-blanket and he canât help but take occasional glances. Teeth chatter. âCâmon. Iâll walk you.â
â...and I turned and said, isnât that Celine Dion?â Lissie waves her hands back and forth, swaying like a Fly Guy. She pouts, stopping her movements. âTurns out I was just really freaking high.â Will laughs, jotting down God knows what onto a piece of paper as she continues cluttering herself with an obnoxious amount of wires. The British girl huffs. âYâknow, sometimes I wonder if it wasââ A sharp gasp. âHim? Oh myâitâs him!â
âDonât you mean her?â Will hums from his spot, still not looking up.
But wide-eyed Lissie stares with her jaw on the floor as you and Max cross by, laughing and pushing each other as you make your way down the paddock. As soon as you blush when he winks, it becomes all the more real. The young reporter nods, curled hair bobbing up and down.Â
âR-rightâher.â
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AutĂłdromo JosĂŠ Carlos PaceâNovember 13, 2022 (Brazilian Grand Prix)
âIs he cute? Yeah, maybe.â A finger pinches her top lip before releasing. âIn a weird way.â
âHey,â you warn.
âIs he your type? Donât know why, but yes. I could see why youâre into him.â
âGreatâŚâ
âBut is he the right choice? No. Not at all.â
â...and fantastic.â Flopping down onto your towel, you groan. Suddenly the blazing sun wasnât the worst feeling because Lissie was right. Itâs unbearable, almost. You prop up, facing her with a scrunched nose and squinted eyes. âDonât you think youâre being a bit too harsh?â
âOh no.â A sip of coconut water. She purses her lips. âGod no.â You sigh, slowly, then sprawl back down with a sour snarl. You can hear her debate; muttering, mumbling. Still, that doesnât get rid of your bad mood. The brunette pokes your thigh gently, nibbling her bottom lip. âHeâs just soâand youâre just soââ A beat. âIâm just looking out for you.â
âYeah.â Waves crash harder. Sun beams brighter. You open up the bottle of sunscreen, spurting some onto your burnt legs. You rub briskly; up, down. She flinches. âYeah, I know.â
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âAnd for a while, that was that,â Pierre announces, feigning indifference. âNo more love birds.â
âOh,â George blurts. Dark brows pinch up, teasing smile playing out. âThen why are we here?â
âOh God,â you groan, digging your face into the nape of the twenty-six year old. You can faintly sniff out his musk scent, clean and so him. It makes you smile like a teen. âWhat if we just elope?â
He chuckles, vibrating and sending you on your own personal rollercoaster. âWe always can. Is that what you want?â And he asks because he knowsâno. Thatâs not what you want. Separating yourself to peck his cheek, you shake your head with a playful pout. âNo. Thatâs not what I want.âÂ
âGood.â Watercolor eyes flicker to where Pierre finally gets yanked down and Lissie takes over with a proud smile. âBecause I think this is actually going somewhere.â
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Bahrain International Circuitâ-March 5, 2023 (Bahrain Grand Prix)
So you kept your distance, and oddly enough, he did too. For plenty of reasons. And it wasnât even that hard, really. He spent his summer break traveling and you spent yours as a homebody. No texts, no calls, no nothing.
âHeads or tails?â
âTails.â
A sly grin. The silver coins flips a couple rounds before jumping up and down, clapping. âHeads! Go on, Coffee Boy. Oh, and make it extra sweet.â
âYouâre going to get a sugar high and not be able to sleep later.â
âUntil I can feel my teeth rot,â you retort, slipping your tongue over your pearly whites.Â
Answering a few emails, you perch onto a chair. Itâs too stiff, so you twist and turn until you ultimately decide to just stand. A gust of wind salutes you as your orbs flicker up to the sudden shadow. A breath catches.Â
Max tilts his head in greeting. âWorking hard already?â Your lips part. âThe seasonâs barely begun.â
And just like that, your world tilts on its axis, but this time with more to lose.Â
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âAs your best friendââ Lissie points clumsily at Carmen who giggles while the British girl furrows her thick brows. She glances around before spotting you dying with laughter on your fiancĂŠâs lap. She claps. âI knew straight awayâhe was the one for you.â
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Miami International Autodromeâ-May 7, 2023 (Miami Grand Prix)
âHow long has this been going on for?â she hisses, disappointed eyes challenging both you and Max. She gags at the hickeys on your neck and his tousled hair.Â
With wobbly legs, you take her hands into yours. âA weekââ
âNo.â
âWell, twoââ
Green paints her face. âNo.â
âOne month,â he murmurs from his corner in the elevator. Watercolor eyes flicker up, loopy. âItâs been a month. Ever sinceââ
âAzerbaijan.â Shamefully, you look down at your shoes and nearly scream bloody murder when you spot your thong just a few steps behind her. âEw, gross,â Lissie gasps, shutting her eyes in despair. Taking in the opportunity, you scatter down and retrieve the thin fabric. The Dutchman releases a laugh, but bites down when the British girl glares hard. She curls a brow at your breathless state. âWhat the fuck are you doing?â
Giggling nervously from your place on the floor, you keep your hands behind your back; out of sight, out of mind. âBegging for forgiveness?â
âOh stop it, a piece of land is what I need in order to forgive you for being dumb as shit.â
You frown, but quickly stand up when she exits the elevator. You can hear him follow with a bored expression. âLissie, wait!â
Like a spinning top, she turns back, long layers slapping her pink face. âYou two know this isnât a good idea, right?â
âYesââ
âFor a million different reasonsââ
âI-Iâm aware,â you stutter.Â
âThen why did you do it?â she whispers.Â
And the truth is, you donât know. All you know is that nothing else matters when you're with him. Itâs sickening how blindsighted you get. Anxious eyes twirl over to the blue eyed boy who shared the same expression despite being unbothered a few seconds ago.Â
Licking your lips, you play with the fabric. âThatâs it. Weâre done.â You turn to the RedBull driver. âTell her.â
âDone.â
For a moment, you almost let yourself flinch from how fast and easy heâs able to say that one word. Lissieâs judgmental eyes look at you, then him, then sighs, reluctantly nodding. An awkward moment ticks by and then sheâs focused, appalled.Â
âAre those your panties?â
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âYou were like a dog who couldnât bear the idea of leaving its bone.â Everyone snickers while you throw the same peony Daniel had aimed at Pierre to shut him up. She laughs, raising her arms up in defense. âAnd I knowâI knowâI came in like a monster, warning you off of all the drivers because like it or not, theyâre scumbagsââÂ
âEy. Watch it,â Carlos deadpans from the corner, brown eyes playfully glaring.Â
She shrugs. âBut I no longer liked playing the role of an evil step-sister soâŚâ Tears brim and you choke on a wet sob. âIâm just so happy that youâre happy.â A pause. âThat you're both happy.â
Leaping off his thick lap, you rush over, embracing her. She laughs, returning the gesture. âI love you,â you start. I know. âAnd Iâm so happy that you neverââ
A knowing smile. âIâd do anything for you.âÂ
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Circuit de MonacoâMay 28, 2023 (Monaco Grand Prix)
Sneaking into his motorhome, you moan as soon as he gets his hands on your; sliding up and down your body with urgency. Heat radiates off of him and onto you. All of thisâ the cramped room, his lips attacking your neckâmakes you dizzy. Clutching onto his sweaty hair, you arch, completely to him and for him.Â
âWe s-shouldnât.â You gasp. Long fingers tease your aching pussy as you whine. He instantly slaps a large hand over your mouth as he continues his movements. The stretch burns, but it's fairly familiar that you donât even cry out, just stare back with knitted brows and an open mouth that he canât see, but can feel expand beneath his palm.Â
âYouâre probably right.â A steady stroke. âYou should be out there.â His knuckles curl as he reaches your g-spot. âPreparing those foolish questions.â A muffled moan. âBut youâre here, because you know that this excites you as much as it does me.â
Calloused pads push down before drawing figure eights deep inside. âYouâve been a bit uptight. Could it beââ
âNo,â you cut him off. âDonât even try and blame it onââ
âFine, then answer me one thing; is this stress reliever a bad thing?âÂ
Feeling your orgasm rolling in is one thing, but your snarkiness is another. Gritting your teeth, you force him down to kiss you, teeth and all, and then rip away with a sultry smile. âMaybe, but who cares?â
Youâre not completely off. At that moment in time, neither of you cared about the consequences. Itâs just that as soon as a room of watchful eyes flicker to you two, you swallow a low wince.Â
Grabbing your microphone, you fix your disheveled hair. Lissieâs eyes flicker between you and him, slow and scary. Like sheâs reading right through you and your lies.
Beaming at the awaiting grid, you raise your chin up. âWhoâs ready?â
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âFinally,â Daniel yells, rolling his cuffed sleeves. âSomeone with an actual story to tell.â A wide smile has never made you more nervous than at this very instant, so reasonably so, you swallow the entire glass ofâ
âVodka, baby! That was my vodkaâyour champagne is right there.â
Blinking, you giggle, wiping your plump lips with the back of your hand. âWhat yours is mine, no? Isnât that what marriage is all about?â
He chuckles. Lean arms wrap around your waist like a harness. âKeep this up and youâre not going to be able to sleep later.â
âThe opposite, actually,â you state as a matter-of-fact. âJust need to get blackout drunk.â
He cocks his head to the side. âThatâs not like you.â â...should have seen her! She was wasted as shit!â the Australian yelps, buzzing with excitement. You nip at the air all while he raises his voice an additional octave. âI found her there, at the bar, close to getting alcohol poisoning, but you know what they sayâonly drunks and children tell the truth.â
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Red Bull RingâJuly 2, 2023 (Austrian Grand Prix)
âOui, the beer! Fucking amazing,â Pierre declares with a mouthful.Â
âSay it, donât spray it,â someone screeches, and is quickly identified to be Alex when he wipes his shimmery forehead. You laugh, taking baby sips from your drink. Shirley Temple, because contrary to belief, you werenât a nasty drunk.
The Frenchman pouts, tapping his fingers against the brown glass. He turns to you with a sheepish grin. âI read your article.â
âYeah?â
He nods. âHave to admit, it's kind of boring. Itâs not your fault though. Max Verstappen's domination has made the sport sort ofâŚâ He pretends to wilt, to which you toss your head back with laughter.Â
âYour time will come, Pierre, your time will come.â
âShit, shit, shit! Bathroom!â Lissieâs long legs wobble like a plate of jello as you hurry over to catch her.Â
âCrapâyou smell like shit.â
The British girl squeals, yanking her hair, dancing from side to side. âI smoked a fat blunt, but never mind that, if I donât find a loo in approximately five seconds, then I will smell like actual shit.â
A nose scrunch. âThatâs not very lady-like.â She paces some more. âLetâs go.â
Meanwhile, on the other side of the crowded room, Max watches as the two journalists slip away. He keeps a close eye for a while until a certain brunette swoops in right next to him with a loopy grin and crinkly eyes.Â
âYou should talk to her. Seems like you really like her.â
âWhat? What makes you say that? What makes you think that?â
Daniel shrugs, rotating his blunt back into his mouth. âDilation.â
The Dutchman gags. âWhatâŚlike when a woman gives birth?â
A sore laugh. âAs in your eyes.â Another hit. âYâknowâŚthey just lookâdifferent. When you look at her, I mean.â
And he hopes it is not apparent that these words make him swallow. For the past year, heâs tried his best to hide his feelings for the sake of not making a fool out of himself, and later for a whole other, butâŚ
He licks his sudden dry lips. âHm. Doesnât matter if my eyes fucking shine or not, sheâs not my type.â
The Australian frowns. âSucks. Lissieâs really cool.â His eyes flicker over to the RedBull driver in a nonchalant manner, but when he blinks back with rose tinted cheeks, despite not having a sip of alcohol, he chokes on his puff. âOh shit, noâŚâ
In a flash, Max yanks the blunt away, dipping it into an anonymous drink. âYouâre right, she is so coolââ
Brown eyes narrow down in accusation, brows knitted sharply. âRight, but weâre not talking about LissieâŚâ A wince. âMate, you canâtâŚyou know you canât.â
And just like that, Daniel notices the blown out pupils revert back to its original shape. Small and empty. âYeah. Of course.â He plops back down onto his stiff seat, rubs his eyes, then smiles. âI know that. I-I-I was never going toâyeah.âÂ
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âHeââ Daniel points over to the broad twenty-six year old who sits with a timid smile. â...didn't have a single sip of beer that night because he was too focused looking after her.â A whistle. âAnd if that isnât love, then I donât know what is.â
âWow, congrats,â George says to your fiancĂŠ. âFor not being an alcoholic, really, that's impressive.â You can hear the humor that coats his voice and you canât help but giggle. Calloused fingers slip up to pinch your thigh as you laugh harder.Â
âThatâs why I drank twice as much that day,â Pierre announces with a firm voice. âBecause he was missing out on some fantastic beer.â
âDrunkard,â Alex whispers to Lily who stifles a snicker.Â
The tall Australian clicks his tongue. âSo who was the wasted one who confessed their little white lies?â
Everyoneâs eyes turn to face you as you burn up with mortification.
âWhat the fuck, I barely even drink!â
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Red Bull RingâJuly 2, 2023 (Austrian Grand Prix)
âYou.â
âMe?â
You snarl, stomping over. âShe's a lightweight, dumbass. Why would you get her high? Jesus, we have a flight in eight hours.â
Daniel cackles, clapping as if delighted at the fact. âShe kept insisting! I felt bad.â
An eye roll. âDouche.â
He tries to make it up to you with a drink. âPierre says theyâre good.â You eye the bottle hesitantly. He sighs. âCome on, trust me.â He eventually sneaks off for a minute, but returns with a new blunt.Â
âDid you pull another one out of your ass or where did you get that from?â
âOh no. How many did you drink?â
Squinting, you motion him to take a seat. He does, but he canât even smoke in peace now that you sway from side to side, despite being seated. âI donât know. Too many.â He groans, large hands tugging his hair. You take a long sip, then raise your glass like some wannabe. âHe told me he loves me. Tonight. Right when you left. And you know what I told him?â Another sip. âI told him I love him too.â
The Australian chuckles. âI didnât expect you to fall for someone like him.â
âMe either. But I fellâtumbled.â You frown. âIâm just not sure this is the right thing to feel, yâknow?â
His orbs flicker to the twenty-six year old who huddles with a bunch of the other drivers. He smiles, tilting his head. âWhy not?â
âBecause everytime I look at him, I fear the way my heart beats. He laughs, I laugh, and it feels wrong. He smiles, I smile, and it feels wrong. He makes one of our inside jokes, I understand, and it feels wrong.â A shaky laugh. âAnd something that should feel fucking right, doesnât.â Glossy eyes switch over to him. âDoes that make sense?â
âNot really.âÂ
âGreat,â you let out, wiping your tears away. âItâs fine, I didnât expect you to understand.â
Daniel smiles, fondly, like an older brother. âIt doesnât, and you want to know why?â
âWhy?â
A second passes by before he leans back against his chair. âBecause it looks like you reallyâreallyâlike him, so why should any of that matter? Just let yourself be happy, fuck everything else.â
You scoff, furrowing your brows. âYouâre a bad influence.â
âWhy?â
âBecause it would never work out.â
âAnd why not? Youâre giving up too easâoh.â Almost robotically, he drops his blunt into your beer bottle. âYou canâtâŚâ
âYeah. I know.â A pause. âBeerâs ass, by the way.â
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Daniel taps his fingers against his chin, comedically. His orbs flicker between you two who stare up at him in deep focus, awaiting for his next words. He grins. âYou two, it works. It always has.â
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Circuit ZandvoortâAugust 27, 2023 (Dutch Grand Prix)
âOh fuck,â he grunts, thrusting into you harder as you cling onto his arm, eyes screwed shut. âH-holy fuckingâhell.â
You moan, mouth hung wide open. âFeel so good, Maxie, so, so good.â
Blue eyes admire the way you arch towards him like some sort of warm invitation. The way your legs lazily drape over his sweaty waist, how your scent hugs him like no one else. Itâs all so familiar, and nice, and right. Your soft palm grazing his jaw makes him alert in an instant, desperate to not miss a single thing that lives inside this moment.Â
He furrows his dark brows. âWe-Weâre not made for one another.â
âI know.â He grunts, animalistically. âThey warned me about you.â
âThey told me to stay away from you.â His tip brushes against your g-spot and your head lolls back, a loud sound. âBut God, itâs been impossible.âÂ
âMax, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckâIâm close.â
He grins, rubs your clit, and whimpers when he feels you reach your orgasm. You shudder when he follows soon after, face digging into the nape of your neck. Your heart pounds like a ticking time bomb, but still, you run your fingers through his dirty blond waves.Â
âLissieâŚDanielâŚtheyâreââ
âRight?â You choke up. âYeah, you donât know how much I hate that they are.â
He pulls away, and somehow, his watercolor eyes appear more blue than ever before. Black, almostânearly. And youâre sure yours do too.Â
Max plays with your hair, tracing it like a map. He gulps. âSo do I.â A tug. âI love you. Y-you werenât some fuck buddy to meâŚyouâve always been more than that. AndâŚI hate that too.â
A wet laugh. âI love you, too.â Wobbly smile. âAnd itâs because I love you that I know what comes after this.â
He hums. âWhat would that be?â
âNothing.â
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âI know many of you guys are wondering why Iâm best manââ
âNot wondering, more like questioning,â Carlos quips with a sly smirk.
Pierre flips him off and you laugh at the immature interaction between the drivers. âBecause it really could have easily been anyone else. Ha! Even you Carlos.â The Spaniard mocks him with a shady, playful, look.Â
âThen again, who would have thrown a better rehearsal dinner for Charles and his bride-to-be?â
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Circuit ZandvoortâSeptember 4, 2022 (Dutch Grand Prix)
"You got on Max Verstappenâs bad side, thatâs what."
âItâs probably nothing or heâs just a sensitive little pussy,â you shoot back defensively.Â
Lissie snickers, hushing you, orbs scanning the pen. âYou canât say shit like that! Any of it, actually,â she adds. âJustâŚthink before saying anything.â
You huff, arms crossed, stubbornly. âFine.â
As the open area starts filling up more and more, by some miracle, your nerves start dying down.
Or so you thought.
âBefore I let you go, I do have one more question.â Charles smiles down at you, shy dimples poking through. You return the gesture. âWould you consider yourself Ferrariâs savior or their scapegoat?â
âJesus,â the British girl groans, covering her eyes with second-hand embarrassment.Â
The Monegasque lets out a nervous laugh, turning to face his publicist who simply tippy toes and whispers something into his ear. He nods. âI-I-I actually have another interview set up, but thank you for yourâŚquestions.â Pink tints his ears as he looks at you one more time before strolling away.
âAlrighty then,â Lissie hollers. She sneaks the microphone away. âJitters, totally normal, but yeah, youâre done for today.â
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âI donât care if sheâs royalty, Iâm never willingly doing an interview with her ever again.â
âWould you look at that?â Pierre gloats with a wicked grin. âMax Verstappen got butthurt.â
The Dutchman scoffs. âNo, I did not. I just donât like stupid questions, and she made one.â
Yuki snickers at his wary response. Pierre rolls his eyes. âI could talk to her, if you want me to. I love shit like this.â
âI donât.â
âWell too bad, Iâm going to.â
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âYeah. You already said that.â
Dumbfounded, you blink as he walks away, wet towel draped over his head. If you had known he was this much of a shithead, then you wouldnât have bothered to try and apologize. Clicking your tongue, you burn with fury as you glare, but as soon as the Ferrari driver brushes past you, you fall back from your trance.Â
âHey!â
He turns, green eyes furrowed with confusion. âHey.â
A wince. âIâm sorry about my ignorant question from earlier. I didnât mean to make you uncomfortable.âÂ
Charles blushes. âAm I that easy to read?â
âNo, but Pierre let me know.â You awkwardly kick your shoe against the pavement and his eyes follow. You stop. âI sort of pissed off two of the most important drivers on the grid today. You, uh, just happen to be one of them.â
He softens like ice cream on a hot summer day. âIâm not pissed.â You almost let out a giggle from how foreign his accent makes the curse sound. He stammers. âYou just caught me off guard, thatâs all. Plus, I canât answer questions like those. It would make all of us look bad.â
âOh. Duh. Of course.â Now you burn up. âI should have known. And itâs no excuse, but Iâm new and Iâm justâŚfiguring it out.â
His eyes crinkle as he nods. âWho was the other driver?â
You groan. âMax.â
He winces, shaking his hands, theatrically. âYikes. Yeah, now heâs probably pissed.â
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Autodromo Nazionale MonzaâSeptember 11, 2022 (Italian Grand Prix)
 âWill you ever let it go?â
âMight take me a whileâŚâ
As soon as your phone dings, vibrating against your palm, he curls a brow. âL-Lissie,â you fill in with a subtle smile. âSee you around. And put on some sunscreen. Itâs good for you.â
Rushing back to the pool with a new bottle of SPF, you grin as he aims a deadpan expression. âA little Vitamin D is always necessary.â
âDonât care, I donât want to look like a peanut in two years.â You plop some onto his hand as he childishly swipes it over his face. You squirm with the way droplets slither down his toned chest.
Charles extends his hands. âCan I have some more?â
You laugh, wet hair tossing back like a curtain. âHypocrite.âÂ
Green eyes glare down, playfully.
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Marina Bay Street CircuitâOctober 2, 2022 (Singapore Grand Prix)
âI canât believe someoneâs rocking your boat,â Lissie yelps, clutching onto your hand desperately. âThis is monumental.â A teasing giggle. âWe should definitely document this.â
As soon as she pulls out her phone, you flip her off. âAnd this, my dear, dear friend, is why Iâve been keeping this a secret.â She zooms in as you laugh, brushing her away. âQuit!â
The British girl groans, slipping it into her back pocket, then wiggles her thick brows. âCan I guess who it is?â
âNo.â
âItâll be fun!â
You spin around. âNo, Lissieâno.â
âNepo-Baby?â
Flustered, you twirl your necklace and hum. âThey all are.â
âFucking hell. So how will I know which one?â
A mocking laugh. âOh, youâll know.â
The brunette stays wondering despite being in the middle of telling her story from last week at the pub. She traces back to every possible driver, but theyâre all natural flirts, so fuck that, how would she ever even be able to guess thatâ
âOh myâitâs him!â She gasps with hawk eyes as she watches you two keep a careful distance from one another, as if temptation burns within the gap. Lissie lets out a delirious laugh as she turns to Will, who is still rather focused on his task. âI, um, will be right back!â
Wearing a goofy smile, you make your way back to the pen, but squeal when a firm grip wraps around your waist, tugging you into a cramped bathroom. You cringe at the suffocated smell. On the other hand, Lissie jumps from corner to corner. âHow did I not notice? I mean, shit, youâre eyesâtheyâre huge!â
You frown. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
With a toothy grin, she pokes your ribs. âIt means I know who it is.â
Your heart stops, then bite the inside of your cheek, feigning indifference. âWeâre just getting to know each other, but heâs really kind, and IâŚI really like him.â
âOh, I bet you do,â she whispers in a seductive manner, jeweled hands slapping your ass. You chuckle, opening the door, and turning back. âYou get lost in his eyes, donât you? Heard that could happen.â A swoon. âSo what? Are they like the ocean? Like a blueberry Laffy Taffy?â
âHm. No. More like green apple.â
She halts, mid-shimmy. âWhat do you mean green? His eyes are blue. And I would knowâthey scare me half of the time.â
âWhat are you talking about? Charlesâ eyes are green.â The brunette gapes, mouth hung wide open as she pushes herself to speak, but canât find the strength. You knit your brows, neat and high. âI told you not to scroll through your phone at three a.m. anymore. See? Jet lag is catching up to you.â
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AutĂłdromo JosĂŠ Carlos PaceâNovember 13, 2022 (Brazilian Grand Prix)
âIâm just looking out for you.â
âYeah, I know.â Tired eyes squint over at the blue waves, then at the kids who build sandcastles.Â
She sighs, propping herself to face you with a sorrowful smile. âItâs okay to be confused about your feelings.â
âYou donât have to sugarcoat it, I know its as bad as it sounds.â You raise your straw onto your plump lips, sucking. âBut theyâre just so different from one another. I mean, Charles makes me feel giddy. Like really giddy. Itâs nauseating. Heâs sweet, and caring, and he's snappy but itâs endearing.â A soft smile and dreamy eyes. âHe even helps with my notes.â
âBut MaxâŚheâs hot tempered. It drives me nuts. He never asks for help and always hides behind some brick wall. It isnât like him to show me that heâs interested in getting to know me, butâŚâ Cries ring through the hot air as a wave washes the sandcastle. âI want to get to know him. The real him.â
Lissieâs lips turn downwards at your broken tone. You act uninterested, but she knows it just for show, and that might be the worst torture of all.Â
She bumps your head with her shoulder, softly, and you instantly pout. âYouâll know what to do, babe. But if weâre being realistic here, Charles wonât wait forever.â Pause. âAnd Max isnât the kind to grovel for anything other than podiums.â
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Bahrain International CircuitâMarch 5, 2023 (Bahrain Grand Prix)
âHeads! Go on, Coffee Boy. Oh, and make it extra sweet.â
Charles lets out a heavy sigh, shoulders drooping as he strolls away. You pick and choose emails to respond to before leaning against one leg, typing away fiercely. You even have time to get back to your sister who begs for a souvenir. Any, she adds with a thousand smiley faces.Â
âWorking hard already? The seasonâs barely begun.â Your breath catches so sharply that it hurts your throat for a second. His voice is somehow deeper, but it could be because you havenât seen or heard from him in about forever. Max steps closer. âH-how was your summer break?â
Your berry lips open, then close, then repeat. Itâs embarrassing. âNever bad to get ahead, and Iâhad a good one. Much needed.â He nods attentively. âYou lookââ You stop before admitting. âHealthy. You look really healthyâ
A booming chuckle. âThanks. You look really healthy, too.â
Blue eyes linger for a second too long and that fills you up with unwanted adrenaline. âWhy are you here?â Pink expands through your cheekbones as you grimace. âI meanâhere.â You point at the tiny tent as if it werenât obvious what you were referring to. âHere, here.â
The Dutchmanâs lips dance, fondly. âWell I was walking by, saw you, and wanted to say hi.â He looks around with a subtle frown. âIs now a bad time?â
âWellââ
âMate,â a sweet accent rings through the air as you screw your eyes shut. Max turns to face Charles with a slow grin. The Monegasque tilts his head in greeting, hands occupied with your beverage and his. âHow have you been?â
âSo, so. Yourself?â
âGood. Refreshed.âÂ
âFor me?â he jokes. The brunette chuckles, raising the coffee cups with bright orbs. âLazy Carlos, always sending you, right?â
The Ferrari driver shakes his head, curls following, then hands it to you. You hesitantly take it from him as you avoid eye contact. âThank you, Charles.â
His smile widens, pecking your lips. âStill donât think you should drink it on a daily basis, but hey, youâre welcome.â
Max blinks. âW-when did this happen?â
The green eyed boy hums, lips twisting against his straw. âOver break.â
âOh.â Gaze slips over to where you bite your cheek. âYou spent it in Monaco?â
A harsh tick. âYes.â With an open mouth, he nods, like a muppet. You purse your lips, facing your boyfriend with pleading eyes. âDo you want to start making your way over? I donât want Carlos to say anything about being late. You know how he is.â
Charles snickers, then intertwines his fingers through yours. âSee you on track?â
The RedBull driver released a low breath, cracking a smile that looked more like a snarl. And while Charles doesnât notice it, you do. Of course you do.
âSee you on track.â
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Miami International AutodromeâMay 7, 2023
âThen why did you do it?â she whispers. The judgment and confusion that radiates off of Lissie is enough for you to grow gray. She rolls her tongue. âYou canât be doing stuff like this anymore, you have a boyfriend.â Her eyes screw shut, then snap open. âHe adores the ground you walk on, are you insane?â
Tears well up at her truthful words. They sting all at once, and you carelessly crumble as your numb lips start to wobble. âLissieââ
âNo. Justâstop. Stop talking.â Max raises his eyebrows at the journalist and her sternness, but feels bad as you inch back, heels clicking. She huffs, pacing the hall. When she comes to a stop, she glares at the Dutchman. âHow could you do this, too?â
âI never meant any harmââ
âBullshit! Both of you are so stupid, itâs worrisome.â Shame fills your veins as you look down, pinching your undergarment as some coping mechanism. The British girl sighs. âYou have to tell him.â
âNo.â
âWhat do you mean no? He deserves to know.â
Decreasing the gap between you two, you sniffle, shaky hands clutching harder. âItâs going to kill him, Lissie. I canât do that.â
And you can tell sheâs running through her options because sheâs your best friend. And above all, you were hers. With hesitance, she nods. âThis has to end.â
You nod, desperately. âThatâs it. Weâre done.â
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Circuit de MonacoâMay 28, 2023 (Monaco Grand Prix)
âYouâve been a bit uptight. Could it be Charles thatâs making you feel that way?â
âNo. Donât even try and blame it on him.â
He pinches your nipple, then licks your humid skin. You whine at the sensation. âYouâre not getting anything in return for lying. Itâs pathetic.â
You hiss when your climax tempts to fall. âWhat's the lie?â
âThat you love him.â
âI do love himââ
He groans into your neck. âYou sound so pretty.â A sloppy thrust. âWhen you choke around my cock, my spit, my cum.â Your eyes roll back when he pushes against your g-spot at a different angle. âAdmit it, youâve always enjoyed it.â
âYouâre sick."
âMaybe, but youâre well worth it.âÂ
You clench around his length and he hisses like a snake. In pain. In lust. Doesnât matter. âYouâre a shitty friendââ
Jaw clenches. âYouâre a shitty girlfriend.â When you cry out in pleasure, he smirks. âFine, then answer me one thing; is this stress reliever a bad thing?âÂ
âMaybe, but who cares?âÂ
And there's nothing left for him to do, simply smiling down at you like the Cheshire Cat, somehow scarier than The Joker. If not more.Â
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Red Bull RingâJuly 2, 2023 (Austrian Grand Prix)
âRight, but weâre not talking about Lissie. Mate, you canâtâŚyou know you canât.â Daniel grimaces. âSheâs taken.â
âI know,â Max stutters. âWho do you take me for?â
The Australian is easy to tell when he laughs genuinely, but even the RedBull driver can spot the difference to the one exiting his mouth right now. âYou think sheâs prettyâthatâs all.â
âThatâs all,â he confirms.Â
âAnd thatâs not a weird thing to admit because she is a pretty girl,â the brunette tries to help as Max nods happily.Â
âExactly.â A pause. âYou get it.â
Daniel brings the blunt up to his mouth, taking a hit, then blows out. âY-yeahâŚbecause itâd be bad if you liked her, liked her.âÂ
âI know that. I-I-I was never going toâyeah.â His heart pounds fast against his ribs when you giggle, pecking Charlesâs neck, all while conversing with Lissie, Kika, and Pierre. He directs his attention back to the Australian and lets out a raw laugh.Â
âI wouldnât be that stupid.â
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âYouâre a bad influence.â
âWhy?â
âBecause it would never work out.â
âAnd why not? Youâre giving up too easâoh.â In an instant, his brown eyes follow yours, and it makes his heart drop. Because itâs not Charles that youâve suddenly realized that you love, but Max. âYou canâtâŚâ Somewhere close by, Pierre yells, cheering with a group of older ladies as Kika glares, shaking her head. He inches closer. âYou canât do that to Charles. He loves you.â
âAnd I love him,â you announce, brushing your hair back. Timidly, you peek over at him. âIâm not a saint, I know that, but I would appreciate it if we kept this between us.â A sore chuckle. âW-what matters is that I choose Charles. Heâs the love of my life.â
And Daniel knows he probably shouldnât agree to any of this, and yet, he finds himself nodding, curls bouncing. âJust between us.â
You smile gently, going in for another sip before laughing at the blunt that sticks inside.Â
 âBeerâs ass, by the way.â
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Circuit ZandvoortâAugust 27, 2023 (Dutch Grand Prix)
 âI love you. Y-you werenât some fuck buddy to meâŚyouâve always been more than that. AndâŚI hate that too.â
âI love you, too. And itâs because I love you that I know what comes after this.â
âWhat would that be?â
âNothing.â
He flinches. âI-it doesnât have to be that way. You could leaââ
You sigh, pulling your dress up as he zip his race suit. âI canât leave him, Max. Itâs not that easy.â
He pants, blue eyes tracing your face anxiously. âA-and why not? Why canât it be that easy?â
A cruel laugh wiggles up your throat as you dig your nails into your palm. âBecause Iâm engaged!â
He ricochets with a scoff. âOh, what? Now you suddenly care about not being called a cheater?â You look away and he chuckles. âBecause thatâs what you areâa fucking cheater.â
Your face patches into a shade of pink as you breathe heavily, refusing to let the tears fall. âAnd what does that make you?â
âI am not a cheater.â
You snarl. âNo, but youâre a God awful friend.â
He steps back, large hand running against his lips, drying them out, getting rid of your saliva. âYouâre justâyou know what? Fuck you.â
You gasp. âNo. Fuck you.â
Max rolls his blue eyes, finally reaching his breaking point as he pushes you against the wall to his motorhome. âYouâre scared, arenât you? Of realizing what we actually are.â
Heavy pants. Orbs flicker down to his rosy lips. He almost smiles. âWhat are we? A cheater and a bad friend?â
âNo. A villain and their accomplice.â That seems to do it. A strong tide takes over as you sob against his grip. And it doesnât hurt, itâs not tight. Itâs only secure. He continues with a dark look swirling his orbs. âYou know, you were always the first one to point out someone as a bad person, when in reality, it's you.â
âOkay, stopââ
âAnd Iâm not innocent eitherâIâm well awareâbut Iâm not the one with a ring around their finger.â
âStop!â you yell, pushing him away harshly. It should feel foreign, the fury and the shame, but thatâs all you seem to know these days. Or ever since you met him. âYouâre right. Weâre two rotten apples, or whatever the fuck you want to call it, but can you blame me? Youâre fucking with my head, Max!â
He softens, and for a moment, its pure silence, other than your tiny cries. Licking his lips, he pats his thigh. âYou already know Iâm wrongfully in love with you. I just actually thought I stood a chance. That it would be me.â
âMaxâŚâ
He winces in pain with how sweet your voice sounds pronouncing his name. Itâs always been that way. When you first interviewed him a year ago, to when you first kissed him back and gasped his name. But it only got dirtier and dirtier throughout the course of time.Â
âBe honest with me, please.â Bloodshot eyes look up at him. âIs he your safest option? Is that what this is?â
And with one final, tormented look, you open your lips to breathe out.Â
âHeâs someone I could envision a future with, Max.â A beat. âAnd youâre just a footnote.â
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âVoilĂĄ!â Charles cheers as he claps loudly against your ear. You yelp at the sudden sound all while trying to reach for his hands to stop his movements. He grins, deep dimples imprinting like feet on sand. âThat was beautiful, really, it really was.â
Rubbing your ass against his bulge is the only way you think you can get him to shut up, and he does, immediately letting out a strained chuckle. Smiling sweetly at your friends, you shrug. âI had my doubts, Pierre, but this was pretty cute. Thank you.â
The Frenchman gloats, clicking his fingers. I told you, I told you theyâd like it! Your fiancĂŠ kisses your cheek. âThatâs why I chose him.â A playful frown. âYou see, mon amour? You never hold any faith in my decisions.â
Rolling your eyes, you stick your pink tongue out at him. âI still think you should have chosen one of your brothers.â A stern look. âLike Lorenzoâwasnât he the one that helped you buy the ring?â
âYes, but that would have been unfair to Arthur. He wouldâve felt left out.â
âArthurâs too distracted trying to figure out the difference between left and right!â The Monegasque tosses his head back and you admire with a soft glow. âI loââ
âWait,â Carlos hollers, deep accent ringing. You and Charles turn, bubble bursting. âWe all went around sharing but Max.â
âYeah,â Lily ponders, fingers tracing her lips. âYeah, youâre right.â
Pierre hums. âMate?â
Max blinks, shaking his head. âAh, itâs alright. Weâve heard enough, donât you think?â His joke is meant to be easy going, but it comes out dry, and even to this day, you can notice it. Licking your already glossed lips, you flip your gaze to Lissie and Daniel who share the same worried expression.
Because Lissie was your best friend. She would carry your secret to the grave.
Because Daniel was Maxâs best friend. He would carry his secret to the grave.
But the Dutchman himself didn't care. He honestly felt like he had nothing else to lose.
âOkay then,â he whispers, wiping his sweaty palms against his jeans. He slightly tilts his head to the open sky, as if wondering when it would swallow him whole. He was secretly hoping it would. Beady, excited, and petrified eyes stare back at him as he smiles awkwardly. âIâŚâ
âHe doesnât want to,â you declare, twisting to signal the Frenchman. âIf he doesnât want to, then he doesnât have to say anything, itâs fine.â
âNo.â Blue eyes darken as he places his drink down onto the wooden table. âI want yââ He bites his tongue, immediately tasting metallic. âI want to.â
âLet him,â Charles says, chuckling softly. âDonât kill his stride.â
So, with neat brows drawn together, clammy fingers playing with your silver band, you sit back down. Like a force of nature, the Monegasque hugs you from behind. You gulp, leaning the back of your head against his shoulder.Â
âI think itâs crazy how one minor decision can change absolutely fucking everything.âÂ
âOh shit,â Lissie and Daniel mutter next to each other, exchanging the blunt back and forth.Â
Your face twists up like a wrinkled shirt. âIf youâre not going to say anything nice, then donât say anything at all.â
âYou donât even know what Iâm going to say,â he instantly shoots back, but feverishly deflates when Charles furrows his dark brows like some Doberman. Astonished at his cold tone, you blink, lashes fluttering like a notebook. He almost swoons at the sight, but amazingly holds back.Â
âIf you hadnât taken Pierreâs advice and apologized to Charles, then we wouldn't be here. If you hadnât spent summer break with him, then we wouldnât be here. If you hadn't fallen in love, then we wouldnât be here.â He swallows. âItâs the little things.â
âAnd, um...what makes a relationship work out is the commitment. If one person commits and the other doesnât then it wonât ever work out, but you twoâŚâ You nibble on your bottom lip harshly, holding your breath as he looks into your bright eyes. He releases a forced chuckle, as if it would help get rid of his splintered heart. âYou two chose each other, soâŚcheers to that.â
âWow,â Charles hums, blankly. âThat was surprisingly heartfeltâŚâ A sheepish grin. âThank you, mate.â
Itâs as if heâs suddenly admitting defeat to someone who didnât know they had him as an opponent to begin with; the way he throws the peony at the Monegasque, who catches it with ease. âDonât mention it.âÂ
So, as Max sits alone, with no date, he begins to wonder that maybeâjust maybeâyou were right all along.Â
He gave his speech last.
He was the footnote.
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would u write abt some angsty (mybe w a happy ending?) w remus, please? if possible maybe smtg like the bet trope, im soo down bad with bet tropes, đđđ im sorry if its a burden, and thank you for spending ur time reading this
You said "bet trope" and I said bet. So it's more fluff than angst... oops? I'll try to get more angst with Remus soon
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âMoons, how is it that youâve never been kissed, yet everyone calls you Casanova?â Sirius asks at dinner in the Great Hall one evening.
Remus raises his eyebrows but doesnât look away from his plate.
âI respect women?â he offers.Â
âWe all respect women here. But come on, even Peterâs kissed Mary,â James adds.
Remus looks up at his friends. âIâm here for an education. Dumbledore was kind enough to let me be here; least I can do is focus. You three are distraction enough.â
âI just think you could do with some more⌠distractions,â Sirius says, waving his fork around as a prop to make his point.Â
âIf I wanted a female distraction, Iâd have no issues obtaining it.â
âNo issues, huh?â Peter asks. âCare to prove it?â
Remus shot him a glare. âDid you miss the part where I said if I wanted it?â
âI donât see how you donât want it.â
âWormyâs got a point,â James says.
âLet me rephrase: If I needed a female distraction,â Remus says, pinching the bridge of his nose. âSure, I want it from time to time, but if anyone else found out about my furry little secret, Iâd be out of here. So Iâm making the most of my time.â
âNo one is going to find out!â Sirius says. âHave. Some. Fun.â
âYou lot found out.â
âWe live with you.â
âStill. You donât think if I got involved with someone that it would take them that long? It was hard enough lying to you. What if I start to actually like someone? Itâd be impossible.â
âThen donât like them. Just get them to like you enough to kiss them and then ditch them,â Sirius suggests, earning himself a glare from Remus.
âThat just sounds cruel.â
âMore cruel than you denying yourself feminine company?â
âIâm Casanova, remember? I get plenty of company.â
âYou know what I mean.â
âI still think you should prove it,â Peter says. âDo what Pads suggested.â
âWhat?â
âGet a girl.â
âKeep her âround long enough to get off and then you jet. Easy ânough, yeah?â James clarifies for Remus, given his mildly confused look.
âNo,â Remus says firmly.Â
âWhat if we made a bet out of it?â Sirius asks, leaning forward.Â
That got Remusâ attention.
âOkay, then what do I get out of it? When I win.âÂ
âIf, and only if, you can get a girlfriend and snog the living daylights out of her, we will⌠uh⌠willingly study with you in the library for finals. Weâll be complacent participants, helping you and ourselves. As you try to drag us to do every year,â Sirius says. He pauses as the other two nod. âAnd if you fail, butterbeers are on you for the rest of the year.â
Remus snorts. âSo if I do it, I just get company in the library and you benefit. But if I lose, Iâm financially ruined?âÂ
âMore incentive,â Peter retorts.Â
âYouâre on,â Remus says, offering his hand for Sirius to shake. He does. âIf I wasnât sure I could do it, Iâd be asking for better terms.âÂ
âWait!â James interrupts with Remus and Sirius still mid-shake. âI feel like we should pick who it has to be. Otherwise you could just ask Marlene to snog you.â
Remus makes a face. âSheâs dating Dorcas, you know this.â
âNo, no, he has a point,â Peter says. âEither of them would snog you if you said it was for a bet, especially if it means we,â he gestures to him, James and Sirius, âlose said bet.â
âFine. Pick the girl. For the love of Godric, pick someone single and semi-tolerable.â
The boys scan the hall, not paying attention to house. Their eyes land on you. All three boys seemed to be in agreement before any of them voiced your name.Â
âHer,â James says, pointing at you.
You were just as perpetually single as Remus, although he didnât know what your reason for being so was. It wasnât like boys never approached you, offering to pay for your drinks at Hogsmeade or to stand by you at the next Quidditch match, but the boys always walked away looking a bit down. You shot them down. Every single one of them.
So in the boysâ attempt to get him to prove his ability to charm a girl, they also wanted to see a miracle. From the grins on their faces, they know itâs going to be impossible.
âSo you want my financial ruin?â
âI want either want butterbeer or you to get fucking laid,â Sirius says coolly. âItâs a win-win for me.â
âWe said nothing about me getting laid!â Remus exclaims, panicking. âWe said kiss, snog, neck, whatever you want to call it. Not laid.â
James laughs, âIf you can get a snog out of her, youâre definitely getting laid.â
âI hate that I shook on this already,â Remus groans. He knows he has no way out of this now.Â
---
You are blissfully unaware of the bet the Marauders have going. You have no reason to think that you are of any concern to them, besides that Remus now occasionally says hello to you in passing. If anything, it feels like the other three are purposefully avoiding you, not that that matters to you. Itâs preferable that way. You had always found Remus to be the most tolerable of them, but that didnât mean you were friends or spoke to him all that often. Right now, it meant that you said hi back to him.
You are studying in the library when Remus comes up and asks if youâd mind if he shared a table with you. There are other tables available, but you agree. You are struggling with your Transfiguration essay and if it comes to it, youâre almost positive you could ask him for help. Until then, you work near each other in silence. That is, until someone else joins your table.Â
Andrew Lark, a boy in your house, sits across from you.Â
âYou going to Hogsmeade this weekend?â he asks.Â
âNo,â you say shortly, not looking up from your essay, although you do stop writing. You donât want to write the wrong thing down because Andrew was talking.
âDo you want to? Iâd love to take you.â
âNo thank you, Andrew.â
âCome on, love. Let me take you out.â
âI have no desire to go to Hogsmeade this weekend, nor do I want to go out with you.â
âBaby, weâd have-â he starts to say.
âLark, she said no,â Remus says calmly, having stopped working as soon as Andrew approached the table.Â
Andrew shot Remus an annoyed look. âWasnât talking to you, Lupin.â
âI know. But you werenât listening to her.â
âThis doesnât involve you.â
Remus scoffs. âYou interrupted my studying by being here. Iâd say Iâm semi-involved.â
âThen sit elsewhere,â Andrew says, before turning back to you. âLast chance? Itâd be more fun than youâre imagining.â
You give Remus a sideways glance. Heâs looking at you, waiting for your response as much as Andrew is.Â
âSurprise, surprise, Remus is right. I said no.â You give Remus a quick smile before turning back to your essay.
Andrew rolls his eyes and stands up. âThink about it, dove. My offer will always stand.â
Then he walks away. You and Remus both return to your silent working. You feel Remusâ eyes on you every once in a while; you can also tell heâs looking at you from when he pauses his writing, letting his quill just hover above the ink pot longer than a person normally would.Â
âSo what do you have against Hogsmeade?â he asks after a few minutes.Â
You snort. âOh, nothing really. Andrewâs been asking me to go with him for months and Iâd really rather not go with him. Plus, Slughornâs essay? Havenât even started that.â
Remus nods with a breath of relief. âGood, I donât know how anyone can actually not like Hogsmeade.â He pauses. âWould you like company when you work on that essay?â
The question catches you off guard. You look up at him and youâre sure the shock is evident on your face.Â
âI, uh, canât stop anyone from being in the library,â you say, feeling uncertain.
âWell, no,â he chuckles. âBut if youâd rather work aloneâŚâ
You donât respond right away; youâre considering it. Remus wasnât a bother. You didnât know why he would give up a Hogsmeade trip to be in the library with you though. You knew he usually accompanied his boisterous friends to the village.
âIf itâs just you, I suppose company could be nice.â A small smile is playing at your lips in a way Remus has never seen before. âIf youâre thinking of bringing the rest of your little gang with you, Iâd rather you stay away then.â
Remus chuckles. âThose gits will be off in the village. Possibly pestering Lark.â He sends a wink your way.
You shake your head as you look back down at your essay, but thereâs an undeniable smile on your face now. Remus sees it as a success. Maybe with a little persuading from him, the others would let Lark know he needed to back off of you and youâd be free from his pursuits.Â
Come Saturday, you and Remus are back at the same table. Except heâs sitting across from you and reading as opposed to working on his own assignments.
Curious, you ask, âWerenât you assigned this essay too?â
âFinished it.â
âAnd you donât have anything else to work on?â
âNo. Thatâs why Iâm reading.â He flourishes his book for emphasis.
âSo you gave up going to Hogsmeade forâŚâ Your voice lilts like youâre asking a question.
âTo keep you company while you work.â
âI work alone all the time. Iâm usually more productive that way.â
âMaybe you just havenât had company conducive to efficiency.â
âWho talks like that?â you laugh. âCompany conducive to efficiency.â
Remus smiles at you and sets his book down. âIâm just saying! Some people are more of a distraction while others let you do your thing. James and Sirius? Distractions. Peter⌠He goes back and forth between the two.â
âAnd I suppose youâre conducive for them.â
âMost of the time. Others, Iâm as bad as they are.â
He picks his book back up to continue reading and you return to your essay. The library is silent except for the scratching of your quill and the occasional turning of pages by Remus. You sneak a few glances at him when you finish a sentence or a paragraph, and you catch yourself full on staring at him when you finish. As you put your work away, you clear your throat to get his attention.
âI suppose you being here was conducive, but I feel bad that you didnât go to Hogsmeade.â
He shakes his head. âDonât. Sometimes I need a break from certain people.â
âThen let me make it up to you. Letâs go to Hogsmeade together tomorrow.â You pause and blush at what you just said. âIf you want to, of course, and donât have anything else planned. I just thought that, because you didnât go today and tomorrow will be less busy since everyone goes today.â You feel yourself rambling which makes you blush harder.
âYeah, okay. Thatâd be nice. Meet you in the Great Hall after breakfast? Or lunch? Iâm really okay with either.â
âIâm not a morning person,â you say with a chuckle. âWe could get lunch in Hogsmeade?â
âOh, okay. Then meet by the Grand Entrance around noon?â
âSounds like a plan, Lupin. Iâll, uh, Iâll see you tomorrow.â
As you walk away from him, he canât help but smile. This was going better than planned. He didnât have to ask you out; you asked him. And all he had to do was not be forward about it with you. Now, he just had to work up to kissing you, and then snogging.Â
Youâre more nervous than you expected to be in the morning. You had never been on a date before, and you werenât even sure if this would count as one. Your roommates were confused as to why you didnât go to Hogsmeade yesterday with them but were going today.
âItâs just backwards!â one had tried to explain when they heard of your plan. âEveryone goes to Hogsmeade on Saturday and does homework on Sunday!â
âWhich leads to Hogsmeade being packed and then the library being packed. It makes sense to go today.â
You purposefully left out that you were meeting Remus and going with him. Just as he hadnât told his friends that he was making progress with you. For now, until something proper came out of it, this Hogsmeade visit would be something you shared only with each other.
Remus is waiting for you when you finally leave your dorm. The walk to Hogsmeade is quiet. Itâs not awkward though. Youâre glad heâs not trying to force conversation. You fear that would be more uncomfortable.Â
âSo where do you want to go first?â you ask as you arrive.Â
âI donât mind as long as we hit up Honeydukes and Three Broomsticks at some point,â he says with a shrug.Â
You canât help but think he looks a bit cute with his hands shoved into his pockets.Â
âStart at Three Broomsticks then? Get our lunch and go from there?â you suggest.Â
âYeah, that sounds good.â
As expected, the pub isnât too busy. You find a table and order food and butterbeers from Rosmerta. Then itâs just the two of you at a table. He asks about your essay that you were working on yesterday and if you think Slughorn will like it. He talks about his own. Conversation covers a lot of school, but then it drifts to your friends and Quidditch. And then to the Marauders and their pranks. Time flies by so quickly. Your plates are emptied quickly and you go through several mugs of butterbeer. You only notice how much time has gone by you glance out the window by chance and the sun is lower in the sky than you had expected.
âOh! We need to get going if you still want to go to Honeydukes.â
Remus looks to the window and nods. âI didnât realize the timeâŚâ
He waves down Rosmerta and hands her some galleons. You smack his shoulder gently as you exit the pub together.Â
âYou paid? I was the one who invited you to Hogsmeade. I shouldâve paid.â
He rolls his eyes. âDoesnât the guy on a date though?â
You blush, which in turn causes him to blush. So this was a date. And you had initiated.
âLet me pay for your chocolate at least.â
âOh, donât go down that road,â he says with a laugh and a wide smile. âYou are underestimating how much chocolate Iâll be getting.â
âGalleons worth?âÂ
âGalleons worth.â
âRemus Lupin! That cannot be healthy!â
ââS not my fault my stash gets raided constantly.â
You laugh. The air is light between you. He really does get several galleons worth of chocolate; you thought he was kidding. You insist on paying for part of it. The owners of Honeydukes patiently wait for you to leave the store before locking the door behind you. The sun is set by the time youâre walking back to Hogwarts. The crescent moon is high in the night sky, bathing the path back to school in a pale light.
When you reach the castle, still standing outside, you say, âThis was fun. Iâm glad I got to go to Hogsmeade.â
âIâm glad I got to go with you.â
You feel your face heat. The romantic in you tells you, no, begs you to kiss his cheek. Tell him heâs why it was so fun. Talking over butterbeers was your favorite way to pass time and you really enjoyed getting to know him better. But you werenât so bold.Â
âGoodnight Remus,â you say before heading inside.Â
He stood outside for a few minutes longer. He should have kissed your cheek. He was kicking himself for not doing so. But that might have been too bold and risked scaring you off. It was probably for the best that he didnât. He needed to work up to it. The boys were waiting for him when he returned to his dorm.
âWhere have you been all day?â James asks accusingly as soon as Remus walks through the door.
âNone of your business, Mum,â Remus says, tossing the Honeydukes bag on his bed.
âHoneydukes?â Peter asks, sitting up. âYou went to Hogsmeade? Just now?â
âYou went to Hogsmeade without us?â James asks, putting two and two together.Â
âYou went yesterday,â Remus reminds him.
âYou chose to stay back. Why go today?â
âBecause-â he starts to say.
âYouâre working on the bet, arenât you?â Sirius cuts him off. The smile Sirius was sporting said that he knew he was right.
âYes.â
James and Peter gasp. Sirius grins wider.
âSo you going to tell us how itâs going?â
âNo.â
âWhy not?â Peter asks with a pout forming on his face.
âYouâll just know when I succeed.â
Sirius rolls his eyes and laughs. âMust be going well if youâre still confident youâre going to succeed.â
---
âAndrew, for the love of Merlin, leave me alone,â you complain on your way to class.
Whatever the Marauders did to him at Hogsmeade wasnât enough. He seemed more urgent than ever to take you on a date, even with you telling him that you werenât interested in him in the slightest. He stands in the doorway to your class, which he isnât in.
âCome on, just one date. Itâll be the best one youâve ever been on!â
Remus looks up from his conversation with the boys at his desk at Andrewâs voice. He hears you groan.
âLet me into my class!â
Remus is there in a moment.Â
âLark, let the lady through,â Remus says firmly.
Andrew spins around in the doorway, still blocking it but now looking at Remus.Â
âLittle Lupin to the rescue? You fancy her or something?â
âYeah, a bit,â Remus answers, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. âNow let her through. I think sheâs made her opinions of you quite clear.â
Andrew glances at you over his shoulder.Â
âHear that, dove? Lupin likes you.â
âIâd hope so. We went on a date.â
Andrewâs arms fall so heâs not blocking the door as well and Remus pulls you through, which makes Andrew stumble slightly out of the way.
âWhat do you mean you went on a date?â Andrew asks indignantly. âA date? An actual date? With him?â
âThatâs what I said. Care to confirm?â you ask, looking up at Remus, who is still holding your arm.
âYeah. It was quite lovely. Sheâs quite lovely.â He looks down at you with a soft smile.Â
Then without thinking, you lean up and press a chaste kiss to his cheek. Andrew looks ready to scream and a few hollers erupt from behind you. You scan the room for the source. The Marauders. Youâre not too surprised at that. Of course Remusâ friends would be watching him as he came to play hero. Itâs less than thirty seconds, but by the time you look back over to the door, Andrew has vanished.
âThanks, Remus,â you breathe.
âMaybe heâll finally leave you alone, huh?â
âHope so.â
He walks you to your desk before returning to his own, where James pats him enthusiastically on the back. Throughout the entire lesson, you two are looking over at each other. Most of the time, when one is looking, the other isnât. You only make eye contact with him once all lesson, which caused both of you to turn a deep shade of crimson.Â
By the end of the week, Andrew stops asking you out on the daily and appears to be purposefully avoiding you and Remus. You find ways to spend more time with him, scheduling study time in the library and comparing schedules so that you can walk to your classes together. You even join him and his friends for lunch every few days. They were rather shocked the first time, but quickly turned into a welcoming group.Â
It became obvious to those around you that you were seeing Remus. It came as a surprise to many people, including your friends.Â
âWhat do you mean youâre dating Remus Lupin? When do you talk to him?â
âWhat do you mean you went to Hogsmeade with him? Alone?â
âWhen did this happen and why didnât we know about it?â
Excuses of minding your own business and not wanting to count your chickens before they hatched echoed in your dorm. It really had come out of nowhere, but you suppose it was because Remus pursued you in a way that no one else had. He wasnât putting you on the spot to do the things he wanted and disrupting you when you were clearly busy. He liked to be in your presence and took your opinion into consideration before suggesting things. Even better, he put Andrew Lark in his place.Â
You were headed to your usual table to meet Remus for a study session; you refused to call them study dates because you knew your mind would say that you canât be productive on a date. You laugh at your thoughts: dates are not conducive for studying. You hear Remusâ voice as you walk through the shelves, collecting some books you know you need for your Herbology assignment. You stop mid-step when you hear additional voices at your table.
âHave you snogged her yet, Moony?â Sirius asks.
âNo, not yet,â he answers with a sigh.Â
Not yet. You smile.
âWell, could you get on with it? Youâve been spending so much time with her. We need you for this prank.â
âYou were the one to suggest the bet. Sorry Iâm taking my time.â
âBut youâre going to break up with her once you do, right?â Peter asks. âComplete the bet and get out before you catch feelings. That was the point of this.â
You bite your lip, hoping that somehow this wasnât about you, that maybe Remus had a voice twin and they were talking about the other boyâs girl. You knew that it wasnât possible, but you had to hope for a moment. But then James spoke.Â
âEven better, you got Lark off her back so she owes you. She owes you a snog and then youâre free. Youâll have gotten your kiss, Casanova.â
Lark. He had only been after you for a while. And Remus had been the reason he was leaving you alone.Â
You leave your hiding place within the books, stepping into their line of sight. Remusâ eyes go wide as he sees you. His heart breaks when he sees the tears in your eyes. You had heard and he knew it.Â
You lock eyes with him and you shake your head. Holding the books close to your chest, you turn to leave the library. How could you work with someone who was only with you to snog you for a bet? A damn bet?Â
You ignore Remus calling after you. You donât break into a run; you have too many books in your arms to run, but youâre walking as quickly as you can. From the sound of his footsteps, he is running. Running and calling your name, saying it isnât what you think. That the boys donât know what they are talking about. You spin on the spot to glare at him through tears when he finally catches up to you and places a hand on your shoulder.Â
âDid you or did you not ask to sit at my table in the library because of, of, of that bet?â you spit. It comes out harsh. It was supposed to. You were angry and upset.
âI did, but-â
âThereâs no buts about this, Remus,â you say firmly. Youâre firm but your voice is laced with sadness and uncertainty. âAll of this was because of a bet. And Iâm not a bet. So yeah. Go fuck yourself.â
You leave him standing in the corridor. He couldâve followed you. Some part of him knew he should have so that he could explain.Â
---
You avoid Remus at all costs. He tries to hunt you down in the library, in between classes, in the Great Hall. Heâs even taken to sitting outside your dorm. Your roommates step around him, muttering insults. He doesnât blame them. If it had been anyone else doing this, he would be saying the same insults under his breath to Sirius, James and Peter. He hated himself for agreeing to the stupid bet in the first place. He should have just gone after you on his own terms.Â
About a week later, you spent all day studying in the library and you were honestly surprised that Remus didnât show up once. You missed dinner, but you didnât mind. If you had gone to dinner, you might have run into Remus and if you were safe in the library, you were staying there until you went to bed. Except you ran into Remus while trying to go to bed. He was asleep outside your dormâs door. You knew you shouldâve just gone into your dorm and ignored him, but you were a good person and wouldnât let him sleep like that all night. You nudge his side gently with your foot.
âLupin,â you say softly. âLupin, wake up.â
He stirs, rubbing his eyes. When he sees that youâre the one who woke up and not some disgruntled prefect, he jumps to his feet and hugs you. You make a startled noise at the hug.
âPlease, let me explain,â he whispers.
âYou have five minutes. Then Iâm going to bed.â
âOkay, thank you,â he says quickly. âThank you. Okay, so yes, it did start as a bet.â
You groan and reach for the doorknob. He puts his hand on top of yours to stop it from turning.Â
âI have four minutes and thirty seconds,â he says, causing you to roll your eyes. âA bet that I couldnât get a girl and snog her. I accepted because Sirius was being rude. Stupid, I know. But please, please, please believe me when I say the bet stopped being relevant the moment you agreed that I could keep you company in the library while you worked on your Potions essay. I wasnât doing it just to snog you and prove to the boys that I really could get a girl.â
âAnd I should believe you because?â
âBecause if it was just for a bet, I wouldâve kissed you when we got back from Hogsmeade the first time. I wouldâve snogged you in front of Andrew and the boys. Just to prove that I could do it. I wouldâve been done.â He pauses, trying to read the expression on your face. âIâve been spending so much time with you because I genuinely like you so much. I like being your boyfriend. I like being around you. I like making you smile. I like making you laugh. Yes, Iâd like to snog you very much. But not for a bet. I want to snog you to feel your lips against mine. I like studying with you, I like paying for your butterbeers. I like walking around with you. I like when you hang out with my friends. Iâd like to hang out with your friends.âÂ
He pauses his ramblings to catch his breath briefly.
âThat is, if youâll forgive me for even partaking in this stupid goddamn bet. And you somehow convince your friends to forgive me too.â
You cross your arms and lean against the doorframe. You take in Remusâ appearance. Youâre used to him looking perpetually tired, but he looks exhausted, so much worse for wear than usual. His hair is a mess and clothes uncharacteristically rumpled. His expression is so genuine and sad, practically begging you to understand how much he cares for you. Â
âPlease. I know youâre more than a bet. So much more. The only good thing about the bet is that it actually got me to get close to you.â
âIâll forgive you under one condition,â you say.
His face lights up and he takes a step toward you.Â
âAnything. You name it and itâs done.â
You smirk. âWhen you do snog me, please do it in front of Lark. A little revenge on that sorry bastard.â
Remus smiles widely and nods. Then he places a gentle kiss on your lips. It only lasts a second, over as soon as it began.Â
âThank you, thank you, thank you.â He gives you an identical kiss. âOne snog in front of Lark coming up.â
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general store
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warnings: 18+ only!, p in v sex, protected sex (for once! yaaay!), spanking (briefly), semi public sex, pogue!reader, reader is described as being 20, readers parents are dead, rafe being a playboy, hurricane aftermath
âdad, im not helping out at some fucking pogue shop!â rafe argues, yet his footsteps still follow ward towards the garage.
âeveryone is doing their part, rafe.â ward sighs. âeven wheezie is volunteering after the hurricane. come on, now.âÂ
wards tone silences rafe. it's the tone he uses when there's no way rafe is getting out of something. rafe gets into the passenger seat, grumbling to himself until his dad rounds the car.
âand you're going to be nice. it's a bad fucking look for our family not to go to the cut and assist.â rafe knows ward doesn't actually give a shit about helping anyone. it's all about their reputation, the camerons have to be the stewards of the island, the aspirational story of pogue turned king kook.
âalright, ill be helpful. promise.â rafe can put in one day of work. that's not what he minds. it's having to help pogues clean up their shit that's worthless to him.
âit's some general store. got pretty wrecked, but no structural damage.â ward explains coldly, talking about the damage suffered like it's something on television, not real life people.
despite wards warning, rafe let's out a low curse when the car pulls to a stop. it's in the rough part of what little area they call downtown, and he can tell just through the single unboarded window that the shop is a disaster.
he gives his dad one last pleading look before getting out.
âoh hey there!â you smile as rafe enters, the bell above the door ringing. âyou must be rafe, im y/n.â you stick your hand out for him to shake. rafe does so slowly, eyes scanning over the shop before landing on you.
âhow old are you?â rafe questions. he expected someone at least mid thirties.
âoh⌠im uh, 20. this is-was my parents store.â rafe sees the pain flash through your eyes and decides not to question it any further.
âso, what's first?â the shelves are practically empty, with everything on the floor.
âthe hurricane door burst open and swept everything off the shelves.â you sigh, rubbing your hand over your forehead. you've clearly already been working, forehead slightly sheened with sweat, cheeks flushed. âim just focused on getting everything back on the shelves for now. throw out anything damaged but if it's food, we should try and salvage it.â
âwhat for?â he questions. you clearly have plenty, and rafe can see that only a couple cans are broken.
âthe ones who had more issues than just a door blown in.â you state like it's obvious.
âshit, yeah.â rafe nods. you turn back towards your store, beginning to clean as rafe does the same, reading the labels on the shelves and then trying to sift through the mess to put everything back.
you work silently, rafe occasionally looking over to you, his eyes roaming down your body whenever you're turned away.
âso you run this place?â he questions after a while, taking a sip of a water you brought out for him.
ârun it, work it, live above it.â you nod.Â
âthat's a lot for someone whose barely out of their teens.â rafe huffs out, barely out of his teens himself, only a few years older than you.
âsome of us didn't have life handed to us on a golden platter.â you spit out, before shaking your head. âim sorry. you're here helping, its just⌠hard.â
âit's alright.â rafe waves it off, especially as you pull off your outer layer to reveal just a white tanktop, your light blue bra poking out the top. rafe fights the urge to pull the strap back and hear it snap against your skin.
âback to work.â you hum, looking at the clock. you were told rafe could help out until 6pm, and there's a couple jobs you need two hands for.
--
âthanks for helping out today.â you tell rafe, looking at the shop. it's mostly cleaned up, there's some additional deep cleaning you'll have to do, but it's in an acceptable state now to open tomorrow and allow the residents of the outer banks to buy cleaning supplies and food.
rafes eyes shift to the door, and then back to you. he moves quickly before he can think, before giving you a chance to react, one hand around your back tugging you close to him, the other squeezing your breast, his lips devouring yours in a hard kiss.
âw-wait-â you mutter, pushing rafe away slightly. âlock the door.â
rafe smirks, moving to turn the key, locking the door and anyone from entering the store, even though the sign was flipped to close.
rafe moves back towards you, pressing you back into the counter, lips teasing yours as his hands run over your body.
âth-the window.â you mutter. the sky was beginning to darken outside, and with all the shop lights on, it would soon turn into a glowing beckon in the dark for anyone to look into.
âsorry.â rafe just mumbles. he doesn't care about someone seeing you, not when he's been tempted by your tight tanktop and fitted leggings all day long. besides, rafe feels as if he needs a better thank you for helping you out.
rafe tugs your tanktop up, your chest moving up and down as your bra is revealed, just as good as rafe was imagining it, your tits almost spilling out, which rafe quickly works to get them all the way out, harshly tugging the cups down.
âwe can go upstairs.â you whine out, even as your hands disappear under rafes shirt, feeling his muscles.
ânah, want you right here.â rafe has no interest in going up to your apartment or taking you in a proper bed as he turns you suddenly, flipping so you're facing the counter.
he pushes your shoulders forward, bare tits suddenly against the cold glass, making you cry out.
âgentle, please.â you whimper as rafe tears your leggings down along with your underwear, smiling when he spreads your legs to see your pussy is dripping wet.
âyeah, will be.â rafe reaches over to the shelves, grabbing a condom and opening it, glad that you had them in stock. no way he's risking getting a pogue pregnant, even if he does want you desperately.
rafe undoes his pants, only pushing them down his thighs enough to get his cock out. he's only half hard, so he leans forward, bending over your back as he rubs his cock over your ass until he's ready, slipping the condom quickly over his length.
âbet you're tight, huh?â he smirks, pressing against your hole. while rafe favors kooks, he isn't against fucking a hot pogue or touron on the occasion.
âfuck me and see.â you grunt out, glancing out the window, hoping to get this over with before the sun fully sets in the sky.
rafe pushes in suddenly with a moan as you grip onto the edge of the counter as rafe slams forward, your body pushing against the glass with every thrust, briefly worrying it will break with his intensity.
âfuck.â rafe gasps out, one hand wrapping around your hips to press down on your lower stomach, keeping you pulled close to him while the other hand gropes and plays with your ass, occasionally spanking the plump flesh.
âyeah, that's it baby.â rafe moans when your cunt clenches around him, his hand moving towards your clit to reward you for how tight you are squeezing him, finger stroking over your pussy.
âgod, that's good.â you moan out. rafes fingertip is rough from the days work as he pushes his hips forward, big cock plunging into you.
âyou like this kook cock, huh?â he smirks, listening to your moans, not able to hold them back any longer. he wonders if your neighbors can hear you being such a slut for him.
ây-yeah.â you nod, no point in denying it as your entire body shakes.
âgonna have to start buying my condoms from here.â rafe chuckles, looking around the store. it's not so bad now that it's cleaned up. âand using the first one on you.â
he rarely gets the urge to fuck anyone twice, but you're so tight around him, so willing as you start to push back to meet his thrusts, a loud slapping sound vibrating every time your skin comes together.
âclose.â you warn, rafes finger moving faster, wanting to feel you clench around him, needing you to cum to get himself there.
your hard nipples slide over the cold glass, rafe rubbing your clit just right as his cock pushes in, your loud moan signaling your orgasm as you pussy pulses around rafes cock. he shoves his dick as far as your cunt lets him as he cums into the condom with a grunt.
you're both breathing heavily as rafe pulls out, tossing the condom in the overfilled trash can as he redoes his pants.
âcome on, my dad will be by to pick me up soon.â rafe swats your bare ass, still on display as you slump over the counter.
your legs are shaking as you redress, just in time for rafe to unlock the door and let his father in.
âi hope my son was helpful?â he questions, looking around the store with an expression of approval.
âoh yes.â you nod, still slightly out of breath. âhe was great.â
ward nods, saying goodbye to you before signaling rafe to follow him, who makes sure to turn back and give you a wink before leaving.
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They arrive on sceneâa grassy, fenced-in playground teeming with children and familiesâand are immediately met by a frantic young woman.
âOh, thank god,â she says, a huge diaper bag thrown over one shoulder and her arms filled with screaming toddler. âI swear, I looked away for, like, two seconds, Jaime was crying and I couldnât figure out where their mom packed the juice boxes and when I looked back, she was halfway upââ
âWhatâs her name?â Bobby interrupts.
âHarper,â she says. âSheâs right over hereââ
And sure enough, there in the far corner of the playground is a tall oak tree, and about twenty feet up that tree is a little girl. Sheâs maybe seven or eight at the most and clinging tightly to a branch, her face streaked with tears.
âHey, Harper,â Bobby calls, calm and steady. âWhatâre you doing up there?â
âIâm stuck!â she wails.
âI can see that,â Bobby says. âAre you hurt at all?â
ââM okay,â she sniffles. âBut itâs too far, I canât get down!â
âHey, thatâs alright, weâre gonna send someone up to come get you. You just sit tight and keep holding on, okay?â Bobby tells her. âWeâll get you down from there in no time.â
âNo way we get the ladder in here,â Chim observes, pulling off his sunglasses. âWeâre fenced in on all sides and the trees are too close together to get a good angle from the curb.â
âHowâd she even get up there?â Ravi wonders, squinting up at her. âNo way sheâs tall enough to make the jump up to that first branch. Iâm not tall enough to make that jump.â
âNever underestimate the ingenuity of a determined elementary schooler,â Hen says wisely.
âI can climb up to her,â Eddie volunteers.
He moves closer to the trunk, knocking against the bark to check for soft spots, but it seems simple enough, as far as he can tell. Itâs a healthy tree with lots of thick, sturdy branchesâplenty big enough to hold steady beneath his weight
âYou sure?â Bobby asks.
Eddie shrugs. âYeah, I got it. I just need aâ a boost or a chair or something to get started, but Iâll be fine after that. Then she can hold on to me while I climb back down.â
He glances around, searching.
âMaybe we can drag that picnic table over andââ
âHere,â Buck says, stepping up behind him.
He fits his hands around Eddieâs hips, a long line of heat against his back.
âWhat are youâ?â
Eddieâs feet leave the ground and all thoughts leave his head.
Buck lifts him like itâs not even hard, like he could do this all day, not a hint of strain in those massive biceps. Eddie fumbles clumsily for the branch, all the blood in his body rushing south so quickly he almost goes dizzy with it.
âEddie?â Buck prompts, lifting him just a little higherâlike maybe the problem is that Eddie canât quite reach. Jesus, he doesnât even sound winded.
âRight,â Eddie mutters, pulling himself the rest of the way up. âUh huh, yep.â
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The Gambit (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- part three
I'm the most impatient person I know, so here's another!
Warnings: reader smoking cigarettes, just more case stuff, and as usual their bickering (but also moments of...non-bickering? gasp?)
Morgan finds you outside the precinct, pacing.
âHey,â he says. âWeâre going to get lunch and stop at the school, come on.â
You stop pacing. âFine. Can we make a pit stop?â You follow Morgan over to the car, yanking the door open.
âSure,â he shrugs. âWhere?â
âJust a gas station,â you reply, pulling yourself into the passenger seat. âI need a fucking cigarette.â
âUh-uh, woah,â Morgan turns his body toward you. âSince when do you smoke?â
âOn and off,â you shrug. âWhen Iâm stressed. Can we go?â
âYeah.â Morgan turns the key in the ignition. âBut cigarettes are the last stop.â
âThatâs fine,â you say, trying hard to sound nonchalant, even though you know Morgan sees right through you.
Still, he says nothing, and heads toward Lilaâs school.
âMarieâs mom is on the way to the school to pick her up,â Morgan says. âAnd to be there while we talk to her.â
âAlright,â you reply. âI donât think Marie knew what was happening.â
âI donât think she did, but I donât think sheâd say if she did either,â Morgan says, âbut Iâm hoping something about her behavior will tell us what she doesnât say.â
âDo you think weâll be able to talk to her without her mom present?â you suggest. âI mean, at that age, I probably wouldnât say anything if my mom was in the room.â
âItâs not likely, but we can ask,â Morgan says. âSometimes the parents surprise us.â
âI donât think I want any surprises,â you say. âI just want Lila to be home safe.â
âShe will be,â Morgan says. âWeâll get her home.â
âI need that optimism,â you tease. âGot any to spare?â
âI have plenty to go around, believe me.â
+++
The middle school freaks you out. Itâs so small.
âI havenât been in a school since I wasâŚin school,â you murmur. âIs it just me, or are the ceilings really low?â
Morgan looks up and laughs. âItâs just you. Come on.â
The two of you flash your badges and the school secretary takes you right in to see the vice principal. The principal is out of town, so not only is the VP doing two jobs, but now she has a missing kid. You introduce yourselves to the frantic, yet somehow collected administrator.
âThanks so much for letting us come as well,â you say, shaking her hand. âI understand our colleagues, Agent Hotchner and Prentiss, were already here.â
âYes, very brooding, that man,â she says. âIâm Mrs. Henry, I have our SRO doing another sweep of the campus to see if Lila might be hiding anywhere.â
âI donât think sheâs hiding, Mrs. Henry,â you say.
âBut we appreciate the effort,â Morgan adds. âBetter safe than sorry.â
âYes, exactly,â you agree, covering up your quick mouth. It really will get you in deep shit one of these days. âIs Marie Laud here yet?â
âSheâs in the counselorâs office,â Mrs. Henry says. âHer mother is on her way, but I can take you to her.â
âThank you,â you smile.
âAnd do you mind if I ask you some questions while Agent L/N speaks to Marie?â Morgan says.
âNot at all,â Mrs. Henry shakes her head, grabbing her radio. âRight this way.â
The counselorâs office is just around the corner, and you spot Marie instantly. Sheâs doing homework by the looks of it, and the counselor is next to her, simply typing on her laptop. Marie doesnât look closed off, but sheâs also not an open book â that much can be told from her willingness to do homework instead of talk.
You observe her from a distance for a while longer, listening to Morganâs questions.
âIs every door locked at all times in this building?â
âWell, yes, but anyone inside can open them. It would be a fire hazard if no one could get out.â
âI understand,â Morgan nods. âWe just want to cover every base. Now, youâre positive she was present this morning?â
âIâve spoken to the teacher personally, as well as Marie, and yes, Lila was here.â
You turn your head. âMarie is in Lilaâs first period?â
âYes,â Mrs. Henry nods. âThey have almost every class together. Their fifth periods are different, but thatâs all.â
âOkay,â you reply quietly. âIâm gonna try to talk to her.â
Waiting for Marieâs mom might be the smart thing to do, but you can deal with the momâs anger later. You worry that Marie will feel judged or like sheâs in trouble if her mom is around, especially if she knows something about Lilaâs disappearance.Â
You walk into the counselorâs office with a warm smile, introducing yourself to the counselor, Ms. Blackwell.Â
âIs it alright if I sit?â you ask.
Ms. Blackwell nods. âOf course, go right ahead.âÂ
Marieâs eyes are glued to her homework, but you see her attempt to look at you through the very top of her peripheral vision.
âAlgebra?â you ask. âYouâre better at it than I am.â She is blasting through each question. You donât even know if theyâre right, but it looks like they must be. She seems confident. âIs that what class youâre supposed to be in right now?â
Itâs tiny, but Marie does nod. She doesnât look up, but she says, âMe and Lila have it together.â
âOh, I see,â you murmur. âDid you see Lila this morning?â
Another nod. âYeah, in homeroom.â Marie pauses, looks up. âThatâs first period.â
You chuckle. âI had a homeroom, too.â
Marie looks back at her worksheet. âShe just told me she had to go to the bathroom.â
âWhat was that?â you ask.
The counselor looks dumbfounded. Clearly youâve gotten more out of Marie than Ms. Blackwell has this entire time.
âLila said she had to pee,â Marie says again. âWe were about to go to second period, but she had to pee. I didnât wanna be late, so I went to class. She said sheâd be there.â
âOkay,â you nod. âWas she really eager to leave? Did it seem urgent?â
Marie nods, looking at you weirdly. âYeah. I thought she just had to pee really bad or got her period or something.â
âYeah, I get that,â you reply. âWas she texting anyone?â
âI mean, she had her phone in her hand, but I dunno if she was texting anyone. We usually text in class,â Marie glances guiltily at the counselor.
âI used to pass notes in class, old fashioned texting,â you chuckle. âDid Lila say anything else that was maybe really weird or just something else you remember?â
âYeah, I mean,â Marie shrugs. âHer book bag looked bigger.â
âBigger?â
âYeah, like she had a lot of stuff in it. She usually only has one notebook and her planner, but it was like. Big.â
âHuh,â you comment. âThat is odd.â
âRight?â Marie says, looking back at her math. âI asked her why and she said she just felt like bringing her lunch today. It was weird.â
âDoes she not normally bring her lunch?â
âNah, we get the salads in the cafeteria,â Marie says. She tries to solve a math problem, then stops, and looks back up at you. âIs she gonna be okay?â
âI hope so,â you murmur. âHey, if you think of anything, hereâs my number.â You hand your card to her. âYou can text or call me, any time.â
âThanks,â Marie says, smiling a little. âOh, thereâs my mom.â
You turn and see Mrs. Laud coming toward you, so you stand. âMrs. Laud, Iâm Agent L/N.â
âHi,â she says. âDid you speak to Marie?â
âWe just finished,â you smile. âI apologize for not waiting for you, but every minute counts.â
âOh, yes, I understand, thatâs no problem,â Mrs. Laud replies, surprising you. Youâll have to tell Morgan. âIs Lila going to be okay? Her mom is so distraught; I just got off the phone with her again.â
âWeâre doing everything we can,â you assure her. âMy partner and I need to get back, but if you think of anything that might help us,â you hand Mrs. Laud your card, âplease, donât hesitate to call.â
âThank you,â she smiles.
âOf course,â you reply. âExcuse me.â
You head back outside in the hall where Morgan stands, listening to the vice principal ramble. Youâre not sure if sheâs said anything helpful, but Morgan looks ready to go when he sees you.
Once youâre back in the car, you tell Morgan everything that Marie had to say.
âSo she had a bag packed,â Morgan says, coming to the same conclusion as you did. âI wonder if her mom noticed. I feel like youâd notice if your kid suddenly took a lot more with her to school than usual.â
âLila couldâve had the clothes in her locker,â you suggest. âI donât think it matters much if the mom noticed or not. The point is, she clearly had a plan.â
âYouâre right,â Morgan nods. âWe should get lunch and head back. You can call Hotch in the car.â
âMe?â
âYeah, you,â Morgan chuckles. âIf yâall are gonna work together, you need to work your shit out.â
âDerek, you have no idea how impossible that is.â
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Admittedly, Hotch is shocked to see your name come up on his phone. It still flashes with your old workplace; he needs to change that to BAU. As well as your photo. Itâs one he took ten years ago when you first put your number in his contact list. You were glaring at him then, the same way you do now.
âHello?â Hotch answers, half expecting Morganâs voice, but he gets yours.
âHi.â You donât sound too happy at all to be the one calling him. Hotch wonders if you know the feeling is mutual. âWe spoke with Lilaâs best friend. Marie said Lila left in a hurry. Said she had to use the bathroom, but Marie didnât want to be late for class, so she went ahead, thinking Lila would catch up.â
âDid Marie say what time? That must be when Lila left school.â
âRight before second period,â you reply, then add, âwhich puts it around 9am. The teacher mustâve called roll as soon as the bell rang.âÂ
âAlright,â Hotch sighs. Unfortunately, this doesnât tell them much that they didnât already know, but he supposes confirmation is better than nothing. âAnything else?â
âYeah,â Morganâs voice comes through. âI spoke with the vice principal. She said every door is open for safety reasons. Lila couldâve walked out any of the doors and no one would know. None of them have alarms.â
âAnd not all of them have cameras,â Hotch fills in. âGarcia has run into a wall. None of the footage shows Lila leaving. We only have her entering school that morning. JJ is going over it with Garcia right now to study her behavior.â
âItâs not looking good, Hotch,â Morgan says.
âI know,â Hotch replies. âGrab lunch and get back here. We need to find her.â
âAye, aye, captain,â you sing.
Hotch sighs deeply, ending the call without a goodbye.
Rossi looks at him with raised eyebrows.
âWhat?â Hotch asks.
Rossi only shakes his head, looking back at the file he has in his hands. âNothing.â
+++
âDid you hear that?â Morgan taunts. âLunch, and high tail it back. No cigarettes, sorry honey.â
âIâll get some tonight,â you mock him. âIâll need one to calm me down enough to sleep, anyway.â
âIâm gonna lock you in your room,â Morgan says, turning into a random drive-thru. He sounds a little too serious.
âIâll jump out the window,â you grin. âNow shut up and order.â
âYeah, yeah.â
Seven hamburgers and fries later, you and Morgan are headed back to the precinct to deliver food.
âFood has arrived,â you announce as you walk into the conference room. âWhatâs the verdict, boss?â You toss Hotch a hamburger, surprised that he catches it so easily.
He scowls at you, unwrapping it to find you remembered exactly what he likes. Or Morgan did. Probably Morgan.
âDonât tell me he messed it up,â you groan, seeing Hotchâs frown. Heâs grumpier than usual if his food isnât right, and you have more important things to argue with him about than his damn food. âI gave Morgan every detail. Did you say it wrong?â You take a fry from Morganâs share out of spite.
âNo, itâs right,â Hotch says, still shocked that you remembered and didnât purposefully order incorrectly just to irritate him. âThank you.â
âWelcome,â you nod, grabbing yours and tossing Spencer his (plain, only ketchup). âHowâs the chatroom, Dr. Reid?â
âInteresting, actually, Iâve been comparing Richâs messages with other texts that we have from a few years ago, and theyâre not the same person â unless heâs changed drastically since being in hiding, but I doubt that. People can change how they speak, but not that much, look at this,â Reid forgets all about his food and slides two papers over to you. âSee how he talks to Lila here? He lets her think she has made the plans, but thatâs not at all how Richard talks; heâs too dominating, andââ
âKid, kid,â Morgan interrupts. âEat something, then continue. You need fuel if youâre going to run that fast.â
Puzzled, Reid says, âIâm not running.â
Morgan and Emily laugh, shaking their heads.
âMetaphorically,â Rossi says.Â
You nod, pushing his food closer. âEat up. Then you can run it by me.â
âOh,â Reid says. âRight, right, that makes sense.â
âItâs okay,â you smile. âWhereâs the footage of Lila entering the school?â
âHere,â Hotch says, taking the seat next to you and turning the laptop around toward you. He presses the spacebar and it begins playing.
Lila walked into school, clearly struggling with the weight of her book bag. She looked around, almost paranoid, but then she saw Marie and went right to her. They hugged, talked, put their book bags down as they waited for the bell to ring. It looks normal.
Three minutes later, the bell rang, and the two girls went to class.
Hotch presses the spacebar again, stopping the footage. âThatâs it.â
âDamn,â you mutter, swallowing your last bite. You reach over and reverse it, starting the video from the beginning again. âShe mustâve had more than clothes in that bag. Look. She can hardly get it up on her shoulders. Sheâs looking around, social anxiety, maybe? I was the same until I found my friends, like she does when she finds Marie. Then sheâs fine. Theyâre talking, laughing. Marie points to the book bag,â you pause, watching, âbut Lila shrugs.â
âWeâve already been over this,â Hotch says. âWhile you were out with Morgan.â
âYeah, whatever,â you wave Hotch and his attitude away. âI know. Fresh eyes, isnât that what you preach?â
Hotch glares at you, but leaves you alone. He stands and walks to the board where pictures of Lila, Richard Monroe, and Lilaâs mother are posted. Rossi joins him, the two having some sort of silent back and forth.
Nothing about Lilaâs behavior seems overly concerning to you, and that is what worries you.
âReid, how does Lila sound in the chat room?â
âCalm,â Reid says around a mouthful of fries. âShe trusts this Rich person, and clearly thinks itâs her father.â
âDoes he ever say that he is?â
âNot exactly,â Reid replies. âHe says so in a roundabout way, but not explicitly.â
âSo, itâs not Richard Monroe,â you conclude, much to Hotchâs displeasure, which he makes known by his glare. âCan I see the messages?â
Reid hands you the papers, and you tell him to finish his food while you look at them. The kid needs to slow down and eat sometimes.
JJâs phone rings and she sighs. âMore press. Gotta get this.â
âTell them we have no comment right now,â Hotch says.
JJ only nods, putting on her facade to speak to the reporters.
âThey want us to make a statement, donât they?â Emily asks, and Morgan scoffs, knowing how the media can be.
Hotch nods. âThis is going to get out of hand if we donât find her. Quickly.â
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Hotch sends everybody to their respective hotel rooms for a minimum of seven hours of sleep. That is, if anyone falls asleep as soon as they set foot in the door. Otherwise, itâs looking more like five or six hours.
For you, maybe four.
You take a walk next door to the gas station, grabbing a pack of cigarettes against Morganâs better wishes. Heâs not here to stop you, and heâs probably snoring by now anyway.
Besides, you need something if youâre going to make it through a case like this.
Why did this have to be your first with the BAU? Couldnât you get something lighter? A regular, run of the mill serial killer?
Now you have to deal with memories resurfacing, and hiding that from the rest of the team, who is probably profiling you every second they can just because youâre new. Or at least Hotch is. Heâs never stopped profiling you. You wonder if itâs exhausting for him.Â
You ponder the thought, and many others, as you step out onto the balcony from your hotel room.
Hotch⌠He really hasnât changed. You think you have, but then again, a lot has happened to you in the past ten years.Â
A lot has happened to him, apparently, too. He doesnât wear a wedding ring anymore.
Not that thatâs any of your business, but you noticed. You thought he and his wife were happy when you first met him. High school sweethearts, too. It seemed blissfully perfect. Must not have been true.
Whether or not heâs broken up about it, you canât tell. Heâs always had that damn frown on his face, even back when he was (allegedly) a happy husband.Â
You scoff as you bring out your lighter. Heâs a mystery. An annoying bastard, sure, but mostly a mystery.
The first inhale after a long time is the hardest, yet the most relieving, too. You can practically feel your shoulders drop in relaxation, something they havenât done in a while.
âYou shouldnât smoke.â
âJESUS fucking Christ,â you shout, dropping your cigarette and stepping on it by accident. Thank god you put on shoes, or else that wouldâve burned like a bitch. You turn your head toward Hotchâs voice, finding him sitting on the balcony next door, his feet propped on the little table. Heâs without his jacket and tie now, and his dress shirt is unbuttoned three down. âSeriously?â
âWhat?â he replies, looking straight ahead, out at the horizon, not at you. âItâs bad for your lungs. Donât you have asthma?â
âSometimes,â you mutter, annoyed that he remembered. It only acts up when you do smoke, but thatâs not his business. You light another and take an even longer drag. âWhat are you doing out here?â
âSame as you,â he says, threading his fingers together over his lap. âSans cigarettes.â
âIâll give one up if youâd like,â you say, knowing he wonât take it.
He doesnât budge. âNo, thank you.â
As weird as it sounds, this might be the nicest conversation the two of you have ever had.
âSuit yourself,â you shrug, taking another drag. âCanât sleep?â
âNo,â he says. âI probably wonât until we find this girl.â
âYou used to sleep.â
He turns his head toward you. The moonlight highlights his features. His cheekbones, his nose. âPardon?â
âYou used to be able to sleep,â you repeat. âAt least for a few hours. Did you develop insomnia while I was gone?â
âNo,â he deadpans, turning to look straight ahead again. âWhat about you?â
âSometimes I just donât sleep,â you shrug. Itâs not entirely the truth, but not entirely a lie, either. You would be sleeping right now if it werenât for the nature of this case. If it werenât so close to the hell of a childhood you lived through.
âWill you be able to work tomorrow?â he asks, sounding accusatory.
âYes, Agent Hotchner,â you scoff. âIâll be able to work tomorrow. Will you?â
âIâll be fine.â
âGood.â
âGood,â he echoes, taking his feet down and standing. âGet some sleep.â
You roll your eyes. âGood night.â
He disappears into his room and closes the curtains. You blow smoke in his direction anyway, watching it cloud your view of his room.
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Haru doesn't think you two are dating after you two kiss.
Actually, he doesn't think you two are dating after you two kiss for the hundredth time. You've slept in his bed almost every day ever since your first date, and when you didn't, it was because he was sleeping at yours.
But he still doesn't think you two are dating.
You've sent him plenty of cheesy texts with a staggering amount of kaomojis (a habit youâve picked up from him). Neither of you have ever missed a good morning text, nor a good night text, not even a "just checking in" text. You put a few hearts right beside his name when you added his contact info.
And he still doesn't think you two are dating.
You keep a list of the things he loves in your notes app, and he does the same with your tastes. All to give each other little gifts and plan cute dates (even if Haru needs a little convincing when it comes to doing things that aren't strictly Jabberwock-related). Ren thinks you two are disgusting for being so stupidly whipped.
AND STILLâ
In fact, Haru has the gall to suffer. To mull over in his head whether or not he'd be overstepping if he asked you out, if he'd be ruining things with you once he outright said he's in love with you (as if you two haven't said it before time and time again).
Imagine his surprise, then, when you introduce him as your boyfriend when you two meet some new GA students.
Haru's head turns towards you in a comical fashion and he just stares at you, mouth agape, while you make small talk with the students. As soon as they leave and you finally look at him, however, he all but shrieks:
"I'm your boyfriend?!?!"
You place your hands on your hips and shake your head. Bless his heart. He's so cute but so slow sometimes. Bahnti definitely doesn't work on his neurons.
"Yes? We have been dating for the past months?" You raise an eyebrow at him, a smile almost breaking your deadpan façade.
"Wha- but- we- whe- wha- I- wh- uh-" he stutters, hand clutching his chest as his face, neck and ears burn with a pink shade.
"Take your time." You finally break and end up laughing. Haru takes a deep breath and swallows thickly.
"So- so... I'm your boyfriend?"
"Yes."
"For a few months now?"
"Yes."
Haru stands still for a second, and you can almost watch the gears turning inside his mind, before breathing out a sigh of relief.
"Thank goodness, I was so worried about how I should ask you out!" He lets out a laugh, leaning backwards with his hands on his hips.
You slap your forehead and sigh.
"You really thought we weren't dating?"
Haru pouts and looks to the side, scratching his cheek. He keeps on rocking from side to side, shifting his weight on his feet, just like he always did when he got embarrassed.
"We-well... we never asked each other officially, I guess..."
You roll your eyes, smiling, and grab his hands with yours.
"Okay then. Here it goes. Haru, will you officially be my boyfriend?"
Haru's face lights up and he beams with the biggest smile you have ever seen on his face. And that's a feat you never thought would be possible.
"Hell yeah! I'm your boyfriend!"

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This was so so sooo good Iâm already anxious for another part



second, first
matt rempe x fem! reader
warnings?: cursing, kissing, smut, oral sex female receiving, unprotected sex, and copious amounts of fluff!!!!!
part 1 and masterlist
matt was coming over tonight, just like he did on the same day every week. this was gonna be the first time youâd seen him since heâd taught you how to, to be frank, suck dick. you were nervous because you knew what today was. you promised him last time that the next time you saw him would be the time you went all the way, because thatâs what you said you wanted.
that scared you.
not because you didnât trust him, you trusted him more than anything in the world, or that you didnât want to, of course you wanted to, you were just scared that maybe heâd changed his mind. maybe he didnât wanna have sex with you anymore.
oh my god, what if he didnât?
what if he comes and tells you he doesnât want to move forward? or what if he forgot, what if heâs talking to someone else? what if he doesnât even show u-
your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of loud taps on your front door, shoving you back into reality.
âhi.â you smile lightly, one of his hands behind his back.
âhi y/n, i got this for you while i was on my way here. picked the best oneâ he says, presenting a single rose and handing it to you, showing you to the part of the stem that had no thorns. as clichĂŠ as it is, your heart melted at the thought.
âawe matt this beautiful, thank you so much.â you reply.
âof course,â he smiles stepping into your apartment, pulling you to his chest.
âiâm making dinner.â you smile as he follows you into the kitchen.
âi love me a women that cooks.â he smirks, a blush spreading across your face. he finds one of the vases from your cabinets and puts the rose in a fair amount of water, placing it on your counter.
âand donât worry, thereâs plenty for both of us,â you say, finishing up your cooking. you were sure to start early so that itâd be ready when he arrived, but also to help soothe your nerves.
you sat together on the couch watching a movie after youâd both finished your meal. you found yourself comfortably under his arm, your head leaned on his shoulder. two weeks ago, youâd never imagine being in this position. you couldnât tell if it was awkward or if there was any sort of negative tension. you sat there, toying with the hem of his shorts as a way to calm your nerves. you were sat cuddled up with your childhood best friend who you were now certain that you wanted more from.
you wanted him and no one else.
âyou okay?â he asks quietly, leaning his head down closer to your ear.
âoh uh, yeah iâm okay.â you reply with a week smile. quickly, he picks up the remote and pauses the movie, removing his arm from you. suddenly, you were picked up and moved, straight onto his lap. he gave you a moment to adjust, straddling his hips innocently.
fuck.
âwhat up with you? youâre acting so shy and quiet.â he asks again, hands placed lightly on your thighs.
ânothing matt, i swear.â you reply, making spotty eye contact with the boy.
ây/n, look at me. if youâre nervous, just tell me okay? iâm not here to embarrass you or anything like that. you know that.â he continues, thumbs rubbing lightly across the skin of your legs.
âi am nervous. iâve been anxious since i woke up this morning.â you admit tearfully.
âcome here.â he coos, pulling you to his chest, nuzzling your head under his chin.
âwe donât have to do anything if youâre not ready sweet girl.â he says, rubbing his hands soothingly up and down your back as you collected yourself for a few minutes.
âno no i do want to matt, i just-â you paused briefly.
âtell me.â he pushes gently.
âmy first time was so long ago that i feel like itâs just fizzled away, i donât remember what it felt like. it feels like itâs my first time all over again. iâm nervous i wonât do it right.â you say sitting up.
âitâs your second, first.â he smiles, trying to crack you, which of course ended up working.
âwhich is why iâm so scared.â you sigh.
âdonât be scared y/n, i got you.â he replies with a sweet smile, wiping the short tears that ended up falling.
âi know.â you smile as he presses a sweet kiss to your cheek.
âdo you wanna go to your bed?â he asks softly and you nod as he picks you up, carrying you back to your room, just like heâd done before. you laid your head on his shoulder as you watched the living room disappear behind your doorway. he pushes the door shut quietly, laying you down on your bed gently, connecting your lips for the first time tonight. that same feeling from last time kicked in in an instant. you wrapped your arms around, behind his neck holding him close to you. he pulls away only a few inches.
âare you ready for me?â he asks and you nod.
âi didnât forget what you wanted by the way.â he giggles, remembering that youâd said you wanted him to perform the same actions on you, that you did on him.
âyou didnât?â
âof course not, how could i?â he laughs standing up removing his shirt as you pulled your sweats off. you stripped evenly, just as you had before, once again down to just your underwear. he reconnected your lips, his hands wandering down your torso and around your back, goosebumps trailing his rough hands. his fingers find their way under the band of your underwear, not budging yet.
âis this okay?â he asks, lightly tugging down on your panties.
âyes.â you replied nervously as he carefully pulled them down, tossing them to the side. he pulls you by your ankles closer to the end of your bed.
âtell me if you want to stop.â he says before kissing up your inner thigh, his hands gripped on the outside of them. you grew wet as the heat of his breath grew closer to your pussy and gasped as his tongue made careful contact. your hands balled up the sheets in your fists.
âoh fuck.â you groan, squeezing your eyes shut. you couldnât believe how he was making you feel. his tongue swirling and sucking on your clit, pushing you further along than you ever thought you could. you grew impossibly hornier as you looked down and locked eyes with the brunette who was tongue deep in your wetness. this moment of eye contact didnât last long as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your orgasm coming incredibly close.
âmatt.â you moaned, tugging on the boys hair as he continued, his lips sucking one last time before pulling away, your wetness soaking his face. you yanked him by his wrists back to you, anxiously attaching your lips, not carrying that his face was buried between your legs just seconds ago.
âfuck that was hot.â he giggles pulling away.
âyouâre hot.â you reply shoving him away giggling.
âare you sure you want to keep going?â he asks.
âyes, iâm sure.â
âokay baby, all you need to do is just relax. lay there looking fucking beautiful and iâll guide you through everything, just like he shouldâve done the last time. that okay?â he asks, unclasping your bra with ease, helping you tug it off your arms. you nod your head vigorously in response.
âno, use your words y/n. i need to hear you say that itâs okay.â he says tossing the bra onto the floor.
âyes matt, thatâs okay.â you respond loving his pushy thoughtfulness. you truly felt protected and cared for by him, in every possible scenario. youâd never felt more comfortable. he made sure you were safe and went out of his way to make the night about you, just like last time.
âokay.â he smiles, leaning down to kiss you once again before removing his boxers, revealing his already hard cock. youâd almost forgotten how big he actually was. you went wide eyed as he jerked himself off a few times, growing impossibly harder.
âbaby, eyes up here. just look at me okay. i donât want you to be nervous.â he says lowly, your eyes diverting to his brown ones.
âiâm scared that itâs gonna hurt matt, youâre so big.â
âi wonât hurt you angel, i wouldnât dream of it. iâll go slow. remember, this is about you and your body, not mine.â he says positioning himself above you, running his thick cock through your soaking folds.
âtell me when you need a second.â he says.
âokay.â you reply as you gripped onto his biceps. slowly, he pushed his tip into you, earning an audible hiss from you. he stops abruptly and pulls away for a moment.
ârelax. just breathe okay, itâs gonna be fine.â he giggles, knowing that he couldnât push further until you fully relaxed your body.
âsorry.â
âdonât apologize. you can trust me baby, i promise.â he repeats, reaffirming why youâd chosen him to share this intimate moment with. he repeats his action, pushing his head in a little bit further, your grip on his biceps growing stronger. he pushes a little bit further, a bit of his shaft entering as well.
âstop.â you say gritting your teeth.
âtake your time y/n. no rush.â he says as you nod for him to push further. you still felt sharp pain but chose to power through, allowing him to finally bottom out, not yet moving further. you felt full, no more room for a single other inch.
âokay you can move, just go slow.â you say and he nods, beginning to retract his hips, that feeling of fullness disappearing as his cock slid out of you. it hurt almost as badly as he thrusted back into you slowly, your hands moving to his cheeks, pulling him to your lips, distracting yourself from the subsiding pain. his thrusts became slightly quicker, just as deep and thorough as before. you only broke apart the kiss when a moan was ripped from your throat, euphoria washing over your body.
âthatâs my girl.â he giggles above you before tucking his head into your neck, sucking and upping on the skin of your neck as his hips snapped into you smoothly. the sound of skin slapping started to catch up to the volume of your moans.
âgod matt, you feel so fucking good.â you whine as you tug on his hair, his head still nuzzled under your chin, his hands now placed underneath your back, holding you flush against his chest. you tugged him away from your neck locking eyes with him as his thrusts somehow became deeper and harder.
âfit so perfect around me.â he grunts out, reattaching your lips. his kisses started to feel like oxygen to you. like you couldnât function unless your lips were on his. you couldnât believe the feelings he gave you. they were so complex, yet you knew exactly what you were feeling toward him. you felt so taken care of by him, even in this moment. he paid attention to detail putting your pleasure first.
âi think im gonna cum.â you moan, squeezing your eyes shut.
âcome on baby, let go for me. cum on my cock.â he says, his hips snapping sharply into you, your moans moving up an octave. instantly, you felt your whole body relax. shockwaves of pleasure shuttering through your body as you shook vigorously through your orgasm.
âsuch a good girl.â he says lowly, fucking you all the way through your high.
âiâm getting close.â he grunts as you smile, enjoying the feeling of your orgasm fizzling away as you were fucked right through it, sad once the feeling of his cock disappeared from inside you.
âoh fuck.â he moans, spurting his climax onto your stomach, jerking himself dry. he stays over you for a moment catching his breath.
âstay right here, okay? iâm gonna clean you up.â he says and you nod as he walked to the bathroom, returning with a damp rag, carefully wiping away the cum from your lower abdomen. the two of you climbed under the covers facing each other.
âi give you an A+ on the munch.â you joke and he laughs.
âiâm glad it was good.â he giggles.
âmatt it was more than good. everything was fucking incredible. god it felt so fucking good.â
âthatâs exactly what you deserve y/n.â he replies with a light giggle, moving your hair off of your face.
âlike you donât understand, iâve never felt that, fuck i donât even know how to say it. iâve never felt that cared for in my life.â you giggle, interlocking your fingers with his.
âi love you y/n,â he starts, startling himself, âoh shit did i just say that out loud?â he giggles, covering his mouth quickly, the two of you laughing together.
âi love you too matt.â you reply.
âfor real?â he responds, eyes wide.
âyes matt, i fucking love you.â you say, placing your hands on his cheeks before turning him over and climbing onto his lap.
âoh my gosh, i donât even know what to say.â he says, blushing nervously.
âdonât get all nervous on me now.â you giggle as he pulls you to his chest.
âand youâre never gonna have to go without me ever again.â he says into your hair, kissing you on the head.
your heart melted at the sound of his voice reassuring you that youâd never have to go another day without his love for you. youâd never felt more content in your life and you couldnât believe youâd finally found a love that youâd always dreamed of, with someone youâd known your entire life.
it was right in front of you all along.
had you been ignoring your feelings all this time? or was this new?
you didnât know, nor did you care at this point because you knew youâd found the love of your life. the search was finally over.
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Double Trouble
Daryl Dixon ⢠She/Her Pronouns ⢠It was only supposed to be one baby, but life carries plenty of surprises ⢠SFW/Smol ANGST ⢠TW: Pregnancy & Birth / Multiples Pregnancy Anxiety / Sleep Deprivation / Nausea & Vomiting / Injuries
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âYou sure you donât wanna come?â
âYeah, Iâll join you on the next one babeâ
Daryl hesitated at the door waiting for any sign from her to have him either stay home with her or for her to change her mind and join him on his run. But the smile Y/N carried reassured him not to worry about leaving.
âOkayâŚif anythinâ just. Get Rick to radio me, yeah?â He asks as she brought herself over for a hug and to plant a kiss on his lips.
âI will. Be safe okay?â Y/N smiles letting Daryl sneak in another kiss as an âI willâ to her words before heading out.
The second the door closed with the archer on the other side of it, Y/N went from standing still to sprinting upstairs. She stumbled a bit and managed to run into the wall from not entering the bathroom door smoothly.
Which resulted in a frozen moment before finally going into the bathroom slowly and shutting the door behind her. Y/N hesitantly approached the counter reaching for the test she had taken prior to him leaving.
âOh shitâŚâ
As the day went by fast, Daryl couldnât have been more happy to come home after a boring run. He didnât get too far into the community for Rick to stop him.
âHey, howâd the run go?â
âIt was boringâ
âI would assume soâ Rick laughs, resting his hands on his hips. âYou were only delivering meds to the Hilltop and then their seedlings to the Kingdom. Which reminds me howâs Hershel Jr? Get to hold him?â
âRick. Youâre askinâ a lot. Are you trying to get me to avoid somethinâ or are you struggling to get what you really wanna ask out of yea?â
âUh. Y/N has been acting squirrel-y around here since youâve left in the morning. I wanted to radio you to see if you knew anythinâ but like. She still did help with the projects weâve got going around the community so I donât know why she was all over the placeâ
âThanks for lettinâ me knowâŚâ Daryl started his bike back up and rode the rest of the way to his and Y/Nâs.
The sound of the garage door closing alerted Y/N as she quickly pulls herself away from the kitchen fixing her dress. It was new, well new to her but still very new and she didnât know how to wear it or contain her excitement for something she needs Daryl to come through the door to see.
âLove, are you doing alâ-â Daryl stops in front of her, instantly noticing the beautiful floral dress on her before taking in the smell of dinner that was made. âYouâve been busyâŚâ he brought himself close as his eyes trailed her person while his hands placed themselves firmly on her hips. âDid I miss something?â
âNo?â
âYou sure? I donât deserve all of thisâ Daryl eventually brought his arms around her waist, instantly bringing her pressed against him. Y/N gave him a bit of an annoyed look given he was dirty from killing a few walkers and the obvious dirt picking up from his bike to land on him. âSorry sunshine I shouldâve cleaned up before I ruined your dressâŚâ
âWell once you have the meal I prepared youâŚyouâre gonna want to have dessert after and this dress isnât going to matterâ Y/N smirks watching his gaze glue to hers as that excited him. âBut please. Do enjoy what I cooked for you first before we get to anythingâ
âI willâ Daryl smiles warmly to her, kissing her lovingly before parting to see what was prepared which was venison. But he hesitated from taking a seat to pick up what was set neatly on the corner of the dining table.
The tension filled the room as it only brought Y/Nâs anxiety to the surface making her pull at her fingers waiting for any kind of reaction from Daryl.
Thatâs when she froze to the sound of sniffles making her instinctively go to Daryl resting her hand on his back indicating for him to look at her. He turned toward her with tears in his eyes looking back down at the pregnancy test in his hands before back to her.
âYeah?â
Y/N started to nod as the tears formed when his smile did, reassuring her that it was indeed a good thing. Daryl brought his arms around his woman holding her as they sobbed over the good news.
âWeâre having a babyâ Y/N laughs out a sob feeling Daryl tighten around her gently.
âWeâre having a babyâŚâ He whispers continuing to hold her as they remained like that for a long time.
Thanking the universe for opening this door after the Saviorâs WarâŚeven if they werenât prepared for the intensity of it all
First Trimester
Daryl sat on the tile floor gently rubbing circles on Y/Nâs back as she had her head practically glued into the toilet. He would relax one second and tense up when she would vomit.
Eventually, Y/N stopped for a bit but had no energy to leave the coolness of the tile floor. She told him he doesnât have to sit with her if she wasnât expelling her stomach. But Daryl wasnât going anywhere and told her to lay her head in his lap until she was ready to get up.
âCan we stay here all day?â
âIf youâd likeâ Daryl chuckles, continuing to rub soothing circles on her back. âYou ready to tell people?â
âMhmâŚYou can tell whoever you wantâ
âReally? You donât have anybody you donât want me telling and rather you do it?â
Y/N pondered it for a bit before flinching to the sound of a door shutting and such caused Daryl to flinch. âDid you call somebody?â
âNoâŚNo I didnâtâ Daryl gently moved her off of his lap as she instantly went to being curled up on the floor while he went to investigate the noise.
But his anxieties instantly washed away when he saw Siddiq hesitantly roaming around his living room.
âYou need something?â
âI was gonna knock but Rick said just to come in and I thought that was uhâŚweird. But anyway, he told me Y/N wasnât feeling well and we found some nausea medication on the last runâ Siddiq cautiously handed Daryl the bottle as he was still getting used to being around a lot of people since Carl brought him in. âDo youâŚuhm have any questions about it? Before you give them to her?â
Daryl read the label in hopes it would tell him the obvious, but it would also be stupid of him if the doctor in the community doesnât know.
âWould it affect the baby?â
Siddiq seemed to connect the dots instantly to the sheâs been vomiting for a few days description Rick gave him. âYour baby should be fineâ he smiles warmly, happy for the good news his new friends have.
âYou canât tell anybody til we doâ
âI figuredâ He laughs. âI will suggest having check ups. Monthly is ideal and we only have a fetal doppler which only detects the heartbeatâŚI heard that the hilltop has an actual machine if you ever want to schedule to be checked thereâ
âI appreciate it SiddiqâŚIâll let Y/N knowâ Daryl shot him a smile before heading back upstairs as Siddiq let himself out.
Returning back upstairs to their bedroom, Daryl found Y/N climbing back into bed curling up in the warmth of the blankets now. He set the bottle on the table beside the bed before climbing in behind her and bringing her in his embrace.
âMmmâŚwho was it?â
âSiddiq. And he knows nowâŚso whenever youâre ready you two can go get checkedâ
âYouâll come?â
âAinât ever leavinâ your sideâ
Itâs been about three weeks before Daryl said anything to anyone because Y/N has been experiencing morning sickness to an extreme which was odd according to the book Siddiq found for them. Including his medical opinion but as long as she can still manage to have something to eat during the day he wasnât too worried when heâd check on her.
âYou sure about this?â
âYes, I can go to the Hilltop with you. I just canât ride with youâŚâ Y/N pouts at Daryl through her body mirror watching him approach her wrapping his arms around her. He planted a few kisses to her shoulder then her neck to get a smile out of her. âAre you going to tell Rick when we head out?â
âYeah. Or might wait til Hilltop. Dunno yetâ Daryl says with a confused look on his face as he brought his hands under her shirt feeling exactly what heâs feeling. âYou showing already?â He questions for her to pull away and lift her shirt over her belly turning to the side. âWell would you look at thatâ
âWere you a big baby?â
âI wouldnât know. Merle just called me a blob when I was a babyâŚleast thatâs what I remember our mom sayinââ
âMmmâŚI think I was. Maybe thatâs why Iâm showing alreadyâ Y/N continued to look at her belly smiling when Daryl brought his hand to rest on her bump. âOkay you make it look like nothingâ
âShut upâ He laughs kissing her temple. âItâs everythinâ. Iâll get your pack and meet yea downstairsâ
Y/N playfully pouts again when he pulls away but stood in the mirror a bit longer admiring the life sheâs creating out of the love of both of them. Her smile remaining.
Once the two grouped up with the others by Alexandriaâs gates, Michonne being the observant person she can be noticed Y/N not get on Darylâs bike and into the car Siddiq was taking. She instantly turned to her partner asking if he might know.
âShe probably got tired of the bikeâ
âAre you serious? Are we talking about the same Y/N that loves the night drives on the bike with Daryl?â Michonne gave him a questioning look as Rick shrugged. âGo ask why sheâs not riding with himâ
âYou can! Why do Iâ-â
âI will.â Michonne made her way to Daryl and instantly questioned him.
Rick watches as Michonne approaches Daryl to ask him why his partner isnât riding with him. He instantly shot up when Michonne started to show her worry in her face before smiling big when Daryl finally said it. He even gave Rick a look when he said the good news that led Michonne to hug her tightly.
Once they parted Rick made his way over. âWhatâs so good it made my wife cry?â
âY/Nâs pregnantâ
âOh my god! Ha! That explains why she was sickâ Rick smiles patting Daryl on the back. âCongratulations!â
âYou must be excited to become a dadâ Michonne smiles watching him nod even if there was a sense of anxiety about that chapter. âItâs okay to be nervousâ
âYeah, plus itâs okay to mess up. Youâre not alone on this journey either so.â Rick smiles more gripping Darylâs shoulder again before parting. âAlright. Letâs get going and Iâll congratulate the mom to be when we get to the hilltopâ
âIm going to ride with her and congratulate now. Iâll see you at the hilltopâ
âYouâre leaving me alone with Eugene?â
âYesâ Michonne smiles patting his chest as she goes into the first car leaving Rick to sigh and accept his fate.
The trip to Hilltop was smooth enough for Y/N not to get car sick but Daryl of course checked on her once she stepped out. She went to help Siddiq with the stock up of the medical trailer given she was going to be his apprentice. Might as well learn as much as you can before youâre tied up for a long time.
âAh! Y/N!!â Maggie smiles running over the second she got out and immediately noticed her bump resulting in a scream of joy. âBoy do you two work fast! Ah Iâm gonna be an aunt again!â She cheers hugging Y/N tightly quickly remembering as she pulled away. âCome on youâll be taking it easy with me todayâ
âI was gonna be with Siddiq for most of the dayâ
âThen Iâm tagging along. Iâve missed youâ
âIâve missed you too Magsâ Y/N smiles as her smile started to falter when the tears came on suddenly. âI really did miss youâ
Maggie couldnât help the little chuckle that escaped her as she brought Y/N back into her arms. Daryl instantly catching onto the tears and making sure sheâs okay but Maggie shooed him.
âJust the hormonesâ Maggie reassures Daryl while she comforted Y/N.
After a busy day of helping Hilltop reinforce the walls, dig up new gardening spots, restocking the infirmary, and handling general stuffâŚ
Y/N finally sat on the steps of the Barrington House with two bowls of the stew one of the Hilltop residents made for everybody waiting for Daryl to step through the gates. But while she waited she ended up eating both bowls and felt awful when Daryl arrived the second she finished the second one. He was definitely going to have to get used to the hormones because she started tearing up the second he walked over to her.
âItâs okay. Iâll go get us moreâ Daryl reassures watching her tear up more making it feel like an arrow to the chest looking at her. âSunshineâŚâ
âI should go get it. Iâm the one that ate your foodâ-â Before Y/N could even get up, she was gently pushed back down as Daryl took both bowls to get another serving. She pouted the entire time he was gone and didnât light up until she took a bite remembering how good it was.
âBetter?â Daryl smiles when she nods while happily eating. âGoodâ he kisses her temple before starting to eat for himself.
Little did they know that Tara and Maggie were watching the two from the door opened ajar.
âThey are going to have a cute ass babyâ Tara comments with Maggie nodding.
âOver-protective parents tooâ
âAlways a bonusâ
The two share a short laugh before closing the door and letting them be.
Second Trimester
âI feel hugeâ Y/N huffs, waiting for Siddiq to finish measuring her 18 week belly for her to write it down. Sheâs been keeping track of that amongst other things.
âWell you did say you were possibly a big baby? I can really go off that because from the scan we did back at the Hilltop it didnât show muchâ-â
âIt showed my everythingâ Y/N stated only for Siddiq to whisper an apology even if she was just kidding and her saddened expression only brought out more apologies out of the man. âShould I be worried?â
âNo! Not at allâŚwe should only worry if there is something to worry about. Like how youâre trying to do every chore that pops up when youâre pregnant like thisâ
âI would like to be useful Siddiq! And since Daryl is helping the Kingdom at the moment, I can do stuff without his scowl aroundâ Y/N states only for Siddiq to take a mental note to have Daryl never leave again if his wife is overdoing herself.
âJust. Take them at your own pace. Donât overdo it like I saidâ Siddiq handed back her journal for the belly measurement and the blood pressure he took. âYouâll be back when you reach 20 weeks okay?â
âI know I knowâ
The âtaking it easy with the choresâ obviously didnât stick with Y/N.
Y/N handled inventory for the pantry (the written part), helped Aaron with laundry for both of their households, took on a midday watch shift, watered the gardens, and currently working on taking care of the weeds of the garden is when she started to feel it. But honest, during the watch she felt the exhaustion hit her already and went against her.
âY/N? You donât look too goodâ Rosita frowns approaching her from her side of the gardens as she was helping her friend with the weeds. She noticed the loss of color in Y/Nâs face when she brought herself to stand only to falter with her balance. âAmor, you should stop. Rest for the remainder of the dayâ
âNo I haveâŚI have to get thisâŚâ Y/N immediately dropped what she was holding and took a slow fall to the ground. She shifted from landing on her side to hold her belly.
Rosita instantly knelt beside her quickly turning to whoever closest to them, in this case Gabriel, and whistling him down.
âGo get Siddiq! And somebody get me Rickâ Rosita demanded hearing Gabriel spit out an âokâ while he ran to the infirmary to get Siddiq while an Alexandrian nearby went to get Rick to radio the obvious.
It took about 3 hours to get Daryl to get on his way back home. Not that he picked something over Y/N, never. He was hunting with Carol and the range he was at was just outside the suitable one for Kingdom to reach Alexandria. It took Ezekiel to come out in a car to pick up the two and head immediately to Alexandria.
âHeyâ-â Daryl didnât mean to throw the door open to the infirmary, watching his wife flinch to the sound. âSorry, is she okay? Isâ-â
âYeah. Mom and baby are okayâŚâ Siddiq took the blood pressure cuff off of Y/Nâs arm while she currently picked at the IV in her hand. âShe has to stay until the IV finishes because she was dehydrated, then sheâll be homebound for a bit. Just until her pressure goes downâ
âGreatâŚâ Y/N frowns continuing to mess with the IV as Daryl quickly stopped her when he sat on the edge of the bed taking her hand.
âYou should be taking it easyâ Daryl kept his annoyance to himself but the worry always poked through. âI told yea toâ
âI didnât want to be uselessâŚbesides Iâm not even that far along. Iâm not supposed to be this exhaustedâ
âYour body is working extra hard because itâs growing a whole other human being. It wont benefit anybody if you get hurt doing a job someone else can handleâ Siddiq made his last comment before handing Y/N the journal from before that had her current blood pressure. âIâll come back to take the IV out. Then you can take her back home and Iâll visit in a week to see if her blood pressure went downâ he shot the two a smile as Daryl gave his thanks while holding Y/Nâs hand feeling her squeeze it harshly when he stepped away.
âWhat? Whatâs wrong? Should Iâ-â
âNo, noâŚitâs weirdâ Y/N took the hand she was holding to rest it on a certain spot on her belly. Darylâs confusion only grew until he felt it.
âOh my godâŚâ
âI know right?â Y/N laughs softly feeling Darylâs hand continue to rub circles on her belly in hopes for more movement but nothing after the first.
During the bedrest, Carol decided to stay with Y/N during that time which led Ezekiel to do so as well. He helped around the community with Daryl while Carol kept an eye on Y/N. He didnât ask her to but she insisted, she needed a break from all the kingdom stuff and this was the perfect excuse.
âTell me why this is your current craving?â
âPickles? Itâs a common cravingâ-â
âNo, pickles with hot sauceâ
âBecauseâŚI just like it?â Y/N stated with confusion in her voice as she had her craving on a plate rested on her bump. âAre you going to try it with me or question all my decisions like youâve had the past few days?â
âNoâŚTo both of those, Iâm just. Trying to come to the decision of something Iâve been asked repeatedly and I donât know if I even want itâ Carol frowns turning to Y/N who she currently laid beside in her bed noticing the curious look, which was obvious given who wouldnât be after what she said. âEzekiel asked me to marry himâ she stated watching the excitement grow on her friendâs face. âButâ-Before you shower me with this is good news shit, I donâtâŚI donât think I want itâ
âYou know heâs not Ed right?â Y/N felt a sting of regret for bringing up past trauma as if it was nothing and started becoming apologetic even if Carol needed to hear exactly that.
âI doâŚbutâ-â
âThereâs no real butâŚEzekiel is a good guy, you two are even raising a kid. You donât have to decide now and I know Ezekiel would be patientâ Y/N set her plate on the end table before forcing herself to sit up entirely. âListen. I doubt Ezekiel would be mad if you said no. Marriage can be weird for some people and as long as you love each other and support each other. I donât think heâd care in the long run if you have a ring or notâ
âYour kid is lucky to have you as a mom, and especially Daryl as a dadâ
âYou think heâs nervous?â
âWho wouldnât be when becoming a new parent?â
âMe, because I have DarylâŚand heâs kind of a natural with kids. Iâm not worried about having his because heâll jump right into it.â
Daryl is going to be a great dad
As Daryl started to make his way home after a night watch, a night watch Y/N forced him to do with âif I canât help around, youâll help for meâ when heâd much rather be laying with her. He heard the son of a bitch prisoner scoff from his cell.
âYo Dixon. Word traveled with news about you having a baby with the missusâ
âWhatâs it to yea, Neganâ Daryl frowns stepping close to the vent as Negan made his way over.
âYou think youâre gonna be a good father? With how messed up you are?â Negan grabbed onto the small bars. âIâve seen the scars, man. What makes yea think you arenât going to be exactly like the man that gave you those?â
Daryl didnât hesitate to swing his foot between the bars and nail Negan right in the nose almost breaking it. He falls back groaning in pain as part of him wanted to scream but no one would care. The archerâs actions didnât mean it didnât bother him.
The door creaked open in hopes Daryl wouldnât wake Y/N but she happened to be wide awake reading. She instantly tossed the book aside smiling at her husband but when he fully entered the room something was off which led her smile to fade. She didnât say anything immediately as Daryl brought himself into the bed low enough to where his head is by her belly. He brought his arm around her, his fingers gently tracing shapes on her belly.
âBaby?â Y/N frowns running her fingers through his hair feeling him shift to bring his attention onto her. âAre you okay?â
âYeahâŚâm okâ Daryl lied of course and that wasnât going to get far with Y/N as her expression only softened and grew more with worry. âYou think Iâll mess up our kid?â
âDaryl, let me be completely honest with you. Our kid is going to be extremely lucky to have you as their dadâ Y/N stated and wouldnât take any âbutsâ from him. âWhy would you think you will mess up our kid?â
âJustâŚdunnoâ Daryl frowns laying his head back on the bed as he started to tap his fingers on her bump which resulted in a kick or two sometimes. Y/N rested her other hand on a different spot from where his is and felt movement. âI was walking past Neganâs cell and heâ-â
Y/N instantly started to move which alarmed Daryl to get up helping her up. She gave her thanks before immediately moving past him.
âLoveâ-â
âStupid son of a bitchâ Y/N groans from the obvious weight shift when getting out of the bed and walking down the stairs.
âMe?!â
âNo! NEGANâ She shouted out her anger making Daryl fear for a bit but then he remembered.
âLove, you have to stay in bed. You need to relaxâ
âFuck that. The stupid son of a bitch who kidnapped my husband. Killed my best friend. That fucking pig isnât going to fuck with my life anymoreâ Y/N searched around the living room. âWhere the fuck is my gun?!â
âI ainât giving you a gun if youâre going to kill himâ
âThen my knife! I wonât kill himâ-just make him bleed a bitâ
âAinât doing that either when you canât even have a knife holster onâ Daryl stated thinking her coming up empty meaning sheâd stop and go back to bed. But instead she went out the front door, without shoes and all. âShit. Y/N itâs lateâ-â
âWonât stop meâ Y/N stormed, power walked? waddled her way to the cell but on the way found something in the streets. âHand me thatâ
Daryl was confused at what she was looking at as he shined his flashlight to the ground finding only a fallen tree branch. âThe fucking tree branch?â
âYes, if you donât give it to meâ-Youâll sleep on the couchâ
He wasnât going to fight those actions and picked it up for her, only for her to snatch it making her way to the cell.
âCan you tell me exactly how this happened again?â Siddiq questioned how Negan manage to have broken his nose.
âLong storyâ Negan frowns letting the doctor work but the two instantly shifted their attention to the sound of the main door opening before revealing Y/N with a tree branch in hand with Daryl following behind him. âYo, youâre not allowed down hereâ
âShut the fuck up!â Y/N shouted coming into the cell. âSiddiq moveâ she said softly at first but when Siddiq just sat there with his kit in hand, her rage only grew. âMOVE OR ILL HIT YOU TOOâ she snapped resulting in the doctor to quickly move out of her way and to Darylâs side.
Negan stared at her expecting nothing but immediately started backing into the wall on his cot when she started swinging. The branch hurt a LOT more than expected and she wasnât letting up.
âSTOPâ-â
âNOâ
âPLEASEâ-â
âSHUT UPâ
âI DID NOTHING TO Yâ-â
âYOU DID EVERYTHING. YOU KILLED GLENN. YOU KILLED ABRAHAM. SASHA. AND YOU KIDNAPPED MY HUSBAND.â Y/N snapped smacking him a couple times. âYOU FUCKING HURT HIM. TOOK HIM AWAY FROM ME AND HIS FAMILY. NOW YOU THINK YOU CAN HURT HIM ALL OVER AGAIN IN MY FUCKING COMMUNITY?!â
As Y/N continued to practically beat Negan with the tree branch as neither Daryl or Siddiq went to intervene.
âShe knows sheâs going to be bedridden for a few weeks after this right?â
âProbably not. But as long as she gets her point across I donât think sheâd careâ
âIâve only ever heard what Negan didâŚand Iâm sorryâ Siddiq frowns. âI could only imagineâ
âIf I didnât have her at the end of it, I wouldnât be hereâ
Y/N started to become exhausted and Negan was dumbfounded, bruised, and in tears at this point. She dropped the tree branch feeling tears come on.
âHe will be a great dad. This child is lucky. If I hear you say another thing against that? I will kill youâ Y/N pulled away wiping away her tears letting Daryl engulf her in his embrace.
Siddiq stared at Neganâs state before closing the cell locking it up.
âYouâre not gonnaâ-â
âNah the bruises and minor cuts will heal. Letâs get out of hereâ
Third Trimester
âYou want me to stop?â
âNoâ
âAlright, let me get comfortable too thenâ Daryl rested his cheek on top of Y/Nâs head as he was currently holding her belly up to relieve some of the weight. âYouâre lucky Iâm strongâ
âYou gave me a big babyâ Y/N winced slightly to the movement. âThat kicks in multiple directionsâ
âI donât think they can do the splits in thereâ Daryl jokes listening to her groan as a result. âWe can lay down yknowâ
âNo, Iâve been on bedrest too many times Iâm taking advantage of thisâ She shifted a bit, feeling Darylâs arms readjust slightly while he also started to kiss the top of her head and temple. âYou had to get everything ready without meâŚand I feel badâ
âYou helped in your own way without over exerting yourself. All you had to do was keep our baby safe, alright? And yea did thatâ Daryl didnât get an immediate reply, all he got was a slow removal of his arms. âSunshine?â
âHow many weeks am I again?â
âMmmâŚfinishing 36, why?â
Y/N shifted uncomfortable trying to lose past her belly but couldnât, but her struggle led Daryl to look for her and there was a puddle.
âYour water brokeâŚâ
âOh god, ohâ-Fuck, Daryl isnât it too early?!!â
âNoâ-Fuck. Okay, just take a seat sunshine. I gotta get Siddiqâ Daryl stated and he practically sprinted out of the house so she wouldnât be alone for long.
Even if the short time alone still led to the downward spiral of her thoughts.
Itâs too early
Complications can happen
What if she dies?
What if they both do
Y/N was feeling all of it and instead of crying, she only winced to the contractions and times them until Daryl came back a bit out of breath running to the infirmary and back. Keeping to his word about returning immediately.
âHeâs getting his things. Are you sure about doing this here?â Theyâve discussed home birth compared toâŚinfirmary birth? Itâs weird not having hospitals anymore. But thatâs beside the point. It didnât matter to them, but also took into account of when and where sheâd go into labor.
âLove?â Daryl brought himself in front of her kneeling to catch her downward gaze, resting a hand on her belly. âWhat are you feeling? We are about to meet our girlâ Another thing Daryl is fixated on, having a girl.
âWhat if something bad happensâŚâ Y/N tried not to cry when saying such, but the crack in her voice hurt him. âItâs too earlyâ
âItâs not though, Siddiq said anything past 24 is good survival for our babe. Youâre finishing 36âŚbeyond thatâ
âItâs going to hurtâŚa lot. I wonât bounce back to it right awayâŚâ Y/N frowns feeling the tears fall as she squeezed her eyes tight when another contraction waved through. âShitâŚâ
âSunshine, look at meâ Daryl rose to his feet taking her hands in his for her to squeeze them until the contraction stopped. Once it did she brought her eyes onto his. âEverythinâ is gonna go smoothly. Siddiq knows what heâs doing, weâre prepared for the most partâŚand Iâm right here. I ainât going anywhereâ
Y/N only started to sob even more letting Daryl gently hold her as the tears were of joy for this time at a loss for words.
âCmon, letâs get yea readyâ
By the time Siddiq finally arrived, word got aroundâŚeven with how late in the night it was. Rick sat on the couch of the Dixon resident while Michonne made coffee in their kitchen. Judith slept in the Grimes residence next door, which explains the baby monitor attached to Michonneâs hip. Rosita entered the house with an exhausted Eugene following suit.
âIs word out to the other communities?â
âCarol is on her way, Maggie wouldâve liked to be here butâŚyâknowâ Rick frowns before brushing the sadness off. âAnyway! Aaron will be here with Gracie in a sec. Maybe I should grab Judith just to be safeâ
âI will once we get an update, okay?â Michonne reassures bringing the pot to the coffee table setting a hot pad down before the pot.
As Siddiq descended down the stairs to receive more towels from the hall closet and noticed the amount of people in the house. Everyone instantly stared at him.
âBaby?â
âNot yet. Sheâs at nine centimeters and more uncomfortable than I thought she would be. SomethingâŚdoesnât exactly add upâ Siddiq trailed and the worry in his toned caused all of them to get in his business. âBut but. Daryl is trying to expedite things even if Y/N wants to screamâ
âIf the pain is that bad, the woman is allowed to screamâ Rosita stated getting a tired nod of agreement from Eugene.
âSheâs trying not toâ Siddiq grabbed the last towel from the closet and went to make his return upstairs.
While such was happening, Daryl kept trying to help Y/N walk around to get that one centimeter there but she kept pushing his hands away every time he tried.
âI wanna lay downâŚâ
âThen let me help yea intoâ-â
âNo I need this stupid shit over with!â Y/N groans leaning against the wall for a moment, giving Daryl the opportunity to be close so she could shift to leaning onto him and not the uncomfortable wall. âFuckâŚsomething feels weirdâŚweirder than usualâ She whined, letting Daryl help her back onto the bed as he was going to shout for the doc but he was already coming in when their concerns were rising.
âSiddiq somethingâ-â
âis wrong, something has to be wrongâ Y/N kept biting the inside of her cheek to avoid her from screaming at this night hourâŚ
But the rattle of her scream startled everyone downstairs. She couldnât hold it in anymore, and she was there. It was time.
âOn the next contraction youâre going to want to push, okay?â Siddiq stated as he finished putting on gloves and lifting the blanket to help guide the baby out while Y/Nâs anxiety started to eat at her.
âI-âŚO-Okayâ Y/N sobbed, feeling Daryl bring his arm around her shoulders while his free hand took hers. âDarylâŚâ
âIâm right here. Iâve gotcha sunshineâ Daryl kissed her temple feeling her squeeze his hand when she felt a contraction coming on.
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Both parents were in tears until the anxiety returned in Daryl this time around when Y/Nâs expression went from joy to full of pain.
âSiddiqâ-Something really is wrongâ She felt the discomfort return as she tried to sit up and look herself but Siddiq advised her not to when he brought himself back with another towel thinking of complications.
Then Siddiqâs expression went from confusion to a bit of shock as it only kicked Darylâs anxiety up.
âSiddiq!â He shouted to get him to snap out of it as Siddiq breathed out a laugh.
âYouâre going to have to push againâ He stated grabbing another set of gloves and another towel. âThis explains a lot that happened during your pregnancyâ
âSiddiqâ Y/N groans in annoyance after handing Daryl their daughter to grip onto the sheets feeling another contraction. âFucking say itâ
âYouâre having multiples. Explains the extra weight. The morning sickness happening more than once or twice a dayâ-Regardless. Youâre crowningâ
âOh my godâ The shock was getting to Daryl and Y/Nâs clearly directed annoyance snapped him back.
âYou drop her, I will end youâ
Y/N couldnât believe this was her first, and most likely last pregnancy. Who woulda thought she would be having a second baby? At least itâs with the man she loves, and with the support from the village they have.
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7lbs 6oz
âWeâŚare going to need a second cribâ Y/N laughed holding their son who instantly calmed the second he laid in his motherâs arms. âHoly shit DarylâŚwe have two babiesâ
âYeah, that we doâ Daryl laughs smiling at the little girl in his arms, seated on the edge of the bed looking over at his wife and son. âThey turned out perfectâŚyou did good mamaâ
âWellâŚthatâs cuz their daddy kept me safeâ Y/N instantly turned to the sound of their daughter yawning watching Darylâs face light up at everything both babies did. âYou are definitely going to be a helicopter parentâ
âShut up Siddiq and I both saw what yea did to Negan, these two are your cubs. Youâre gonna go full mama bear on anybody that messes with themâ
âDamn rightâ Y/N smirks, leaning forward and kissing Daryl lovingly before gently caressing her little girlâs cheek. âSoâŚwhoâs gonna tell the village downstairs?â
It wasnât until Siddiq came back to check on Y/N and the babes when they came up with a plan.
A very quiet descend down the stairs and everyone noticed Siddiq coming down with their baby girl in his arms.
âOh my god I knew it! I knew they would have a girlâ Rosita smacked Eugene on her way up from the couch to go admire the little one with Michonne and Carol.
âShe has his eyesâ Carol smiles gently caressing the top of her head.
âAnd her hair. Oh my god why are you showing her to us and not Daryl?â Michonne comments and before she knew it, she couldnât hold in the excitement that the rest had when Daryl descended down the stairs.
âYeah sheâs pretty great. But so is heâ Daryl smiles bringing himself to stand with Siddiq so everyone could admire the twins.
âCongrats manâ Aaron smiles patting his back gently. âNow youâve got double the troubleâ
âI know for sure that those kids ainât gonna get messed with, with him and Y/N as their parentsâ Rick comments with a smile watching the boy yawn.
âThis explains a lot of Y/Nâs pregnancy, and boy did she bring perfect babes into the worldâ Carol makes the last comment that they all agreed with.
Then eventually as the day continues and those who were in the house as guests have leftâŚleaving Daryl and Y/N laying in their bed with their twins nuzzled up with each other protected by their parents and pillows. The two admiring the lives theyâve createdâŚ
And to the start of this new chapter
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would you please write a spencer x reader where she's at the conference (? not sure if thats what it technically was) where spencer gave his speech and everyone was just like đśđś but not her
and immediately after the speeches when everyone is talking she comes up to talk to him and shes being so kind he doesn't even notice that shes the only one paying him attention, just immediate infatuation đĽş
"I liked your joke, Dr. Reid." You approach the man from behind, but you neglect to tap him on the shoulder. You'd seen him apply hand sanitizer on his way out of the lecture hall without ever having touched anything inside, so you have a feeling he's more conscious about germs than most.
He turns from the proximity of your voice, and so does Agent Rossi. You're ecstatic to be in both of their presences, but Dr. Reid is an extra something special.
Agent Rossi takes one look at the flustered expression on Dr. Reid's face as he tries processing your remark, and turns around with a stifled grin.
"Uh, thank you," Dr. Reid stammers, blinking fast, "It didn't seem to be much of a crowd pleaser."
"Nothing pleases this crowd," You lament, "We're all overworked and sleep-deprived. But from an avid patron of the campus library, your joke made me laugh. And- uh, I'm Y/N. By the way."
He nods, lips pulling back into a smile that's more of a straight line than anything. You like it, it's cute.
"This campus's library is incredible," You seem to have unlocked Dr. Reid's hidden passion, as he springs into conversation without hesitation, "Unfortunately I wasn't able to explore before we got here because we got stuck in traffic, but we walked past it and I could see that the philosophy section goes all the way through to the other side."
His eyes are wide as he speaks, hands aiding his speech as he rambles.
"It's actually," You chuckle breathlessly, a tad sheepish to admit it, "It's one of the reasons I came here instead of my other potential university. I couldn't pass up the library."
"A girl after his own heart," Agent Rossi sets a hand on Dr. Reid's shoulder, finally tuning back into your conversation with a kind smile towards you. Dr. Reid turns, effectively broken from his passion-fueled library reverie.
"Unfortunately, we've just gotten called away," Agent Rossi informs you, "But Spencer, I think you should give her your business card in case she has any questions about our lecture."
Dr. Reid stands frozen, blinking once, twice, thrice, then-
"Oh! My card," He fumbles with the chest pocket of his sweater, then when he comes up empty (save for a speck of lint), he switches to his messenger bag.
"Uh," He jams his hand into a sleeve sewn to the lining of the bag, then thrusts a slightly rumpled business card towards you, "Here, um, yeah, if you have any questions. Or- or if you'd like to talk about philosophy? I've, um... I've got plenty more jokes if you ever have time to listen."
"I'll make time," You promise him, and you don't miss the way his eyes go wide and his cheeks glow pink, "Thank you, Dr. Reid."
"Uh, Spencer!" He decides, calling after you as you part ways, feet shuffling over tile as he tries keeping pace with Agent Rossi, "You can call me Spencer!"
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(Spoilers for. Real life?? I guess???)
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Five figures stand, solemn, at the celestial summit of nowhere. They discuss matters of great import, and observe the fragile gossamer thread that is all that surrounds them, and-
Oh. No, nope, nevermind. They're just arguing again, aren't they.
"-don't know what you expect ME to do about it!" snaps the Red One.
"I don't know, Grian, how about literally anything?" asks the Scarlet Moon, raising an eyebrow.
"I mean, you could at least tell us what's going on out there," says the Ruby Star. "I don't think that's too much to ask, Grian."
"Riiight, like that'll help," says the Bloody Victor, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, for goodness sake, Martyn, do you have to make this difficult every single time?" snaps the Red One. "Anyway, we've got loads of time to work this out. It's only just started, even if it was a bit earlier than I thought it would be," he grumbles, irritated.
"Oh! Look!" calls the Coquelicot Loner, from where he is peering away from their circle at something that would look, to anyone but the five present, entirely indistinguishable from any other patch of the universe. "They must be done! Someone's coming!"
"What?" The Red One frowns. "Don't be ridiculous, Scar, there's no way-"
A brilliant beam of starlight shoots down from the heavens, and tears through their little circle like a formula one car cutting through the middle of a picnic.
It leaves behind...
Huh.
What. What is that.
There is... a. Person? But the proportions are all wrong, nothing this world has ever seen before. The limbs are mismatched, twisted, not quite connected. The movement is... disturbingly smooth, except when it jerks and jumps at seemingly random moments.
Whatever they are, they regain their balance, look around, and... laugh. "Oh, hey guys!" they say. "You know, I really didn't think this counted. But here we are, I guess!"
"Mom?" says the Coquelicot Loner, squinting at her. "Why are you short?"
"Oh my god, Scar, you can't just ask people why they're short," says the Ruby Star, apparently on autopilot.
"Yeah, and, uh, not to be rude, but more like why are you an eldrich horror? But, like, more so than usual?" says the Bloody Victor, backing up and looking rather alarmed.
They raise an eyebrow. "Oh, we're doing this now, are we?" They shake their head. "You know what this is perfectly well. We did another game, and I won. Deeply surprising, I know, but here we are!"
The Scarlet Moon tilts her head. "I mean, not that it's not nice to have you here, I guess, but that seemed real quick for a whole game, Cleo."
"Yes, thank you Pearl," says the Red One, narrowing his eyes. "I quite agree. Just how violent WAS this one that it's already finished? And WHY was I not informed?"
Cleo laughs. "To be honest I don't think anyone expected it to matter. And, I mean, sure it was violent, they always are, but it was all pretty light-hearted to be honest! Not a lot of drama, you know." She looks around, and seems to remember something. "Oh, Scott, I let a zombie kill you at the end! Sorry about that, I didn't realise quite how low you were. It was pretty funny, though."
The Ruby Star blinks, and shrugs. "I mean, fair enough. Hey, that means Divorce Quartet is all here, now!"
The Coquelicot Loner squints. "...Does that make you my stepdad, Scott?"
"No," says Cleo.
"God no," says the Ruby Star. "For, just, so many reasons."
"Yeah, I am not doing that again," says Cleo.
"So... So, hang on," says the Red One. "You're saying, in your game, it was all just. Cool and fine and calm. No pain or blood or sacrifice. No agonising entangled web of alliances. No cold-blooded, cold-hearted backstabbing?"
("Hey!" says the Bloody Victor.)
"I mean there was plenty of blood, technically. And Martyn did sort of try to stab everyone in the back and then run away."
("...Yeah, ok, fine," says the Bloody Victor.)
"But no, not much emotional turmoil, all in all! It was pretty chill, really!" They glance around the circle. "It was nice to see Ren again, too! I think he was off roleplaying with Martyn most of the time, though."
"I'm going to kill you," says the Bloody Victor, despairingly. "How is that fair?!"
"Life isn't fair," says the Scarlet Moon.
"Oh, you-"
"Can you shut up for five minutes," snaps the Red One.
As the bickering continues, the Coquelicot Loner and Ruby Star sidle up to Cleo, avoiding her wavering, eldritch outline.
"So!" says the Coquelicot Loner. "How's dad?"
Cleo gives him a look. "Scar," they say.
He holds up his hands. "Ok, ok! Just asking!"
She shakes her head, not without affection. "Is this really all you do here? Just stand around and irritate each other?"
"No!" says the Coquelicot Loner, seemingly deeply offended.
"Yeah, pretty much," says the Ruby Star.
"Ok well that's stupid," says Cleo.
"Yes," says the Red One, having extricated himself from the continuing altercation between the other two. "This is extremely stupid." He claps his hands, drawing everyone's attention and finally ending the argument, for now. "All in favour of erasing the past few minutes from existence and pretending none this ever happened?"
"Aye," says everyone but Cleo.
"What," says Cleo.
"It means you get to go home and you don't have to stands around in a circle with us lot for the rest of eternity," says the Scarlet Moon.
"Oh. Yeah, definitely do that," says Cleo.
"Wonderful," says the Red One, and clicks his fingers.
...
Five figures stand, solemn, at the celestial summit of nowhere. They discuss matters of great import, and observe the fragile gossamer thread that is all that surrounds them, and-
The Coquelicot Loner speaks. "Well, that was fun, wasn't it! Do you-"
"I thought we just agreed that didn't happen, Scar," snaps the Red One.
Oh, ok. Alright, they're arguing again.
Yeah, we probably don't have to stick around and listen to this any longer, either. I don't expect it's going to change anytime soon.
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Trick or Treat! ~ Brothers!Sturniolo Triplets
Summary: Nick, Matt and Chris are home in Boston and it's Halloween so they take you out, but you get lost.
Warnings: possible swearing, nicknames, Halloween stuff(?), reader gets lost, crying, fluff
Reader's age: 5
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It was Halloween. Nick, Matt and Chris were home in Boston for the holiday and knew you were very excited to dress up. You were dressed as a black cat, something you begged your mum to get. She agreed, knowing it would make you happy.
Nick, Matt and Chris didn't dress up though, they just threw on a hat, but it didn't matter, they were just there for you to trick or treat.
So here you were, bouncing around all excited. You mum took some photos before the guys came down.
"Someone's excited." Nick commented, smiling at your excited face.
You giggled hearing his voice and ran over to him, smiling up at him.
"Trick or treat!" You shouted.
"That's right bub, you ready to go?" Chris asked.
"Yeah! Bye mum!" You answered.
"Have fun honey!" She responded.
You giggled and grabbed Matt's hand, dragging him out of the house, soon being followed by Nick and Chris.
As the night went on, you were getting plenty of sweets while the guys were taking photos and videos of you. It was going well.
Until you got lost.
It wasn't on purpose. Nick, Matt and Chris were talking about which street to take you down next, which turned into a small disagreement. You waited patiently, checking your bag of sweets, but as any five year old, got bored quickly.
You then spotted a black cat, which made you giggle, as you were dressed like one. It came up to you, letting you pet it before running off.
"Come back kitty!" You shouted, running after the animal.
You ran after the cute cat, but pouted as it disappeared into a garden. As you turned around, you realised you were alone and had no idea where you were.
Nick, Matt and Chris had stopped their petty disagreement and went to ask you where you wanted to go, only to realise you were missing.
"Fuck, where is she!" Matt exclaimed.
"She couldn't have gone far." Nick said calmly.
"We've lost our sister on Halloween, mum's gonna fucking kill us." Chris responded.
The three started running around, shouting your name and asking anyone they passed if they had seen you. As they stopped one set of kids, they responded.
"Uh yeah, that way."
"Thanks." Nick replied.
The trio ran towards where you were spotted and instantly heard a girl crying. The saw you sitting on a bench near the park and sighed.
"Hey petal, we're here. You're safe." Matt said softly.
Upon hearing their voices, you ran to them, hugging Matt's waist first, before Nick and Chris.
"We're so sorry we lost you, bub." Chris apologised.
"My fault." You mumbled.
"No sweetheart, we're the ones looking after you." Nick replied, rubbing your back softly.
"You wanna go get some more sweets?" Chris asked.
You nodded and for the rest of the night, held onto at least one of your brothers hands.
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Yuichi Dorm SSR
Vignette under the cut
A Little Silly - Part I
Ace: Hey, Yuâ WOAH! Why are all these boxes here?
Ace: I can hardly see anything. Hey, Yuu?!
Yuichi: Ace?
Ace: There you are! What are you doing?
Yuichi: Oh, sorry for the mess. I was looking for fabric.
Ace: OkayâŚ. And you need fabric, why?
Yuichi: Iâm sewing.
Ace: Uh⌠elaborate a little more, maybe?
Yuichi: The Headmage told me I needed a housewarden uniform, but, wellâŚ
Yuichi: He gave me an old one. Itâs over there.
Ace: Where?
Yuichi: Right there.
Ace: What? Those rags? No way.
Yuichi: YeahâŚ
Ace: He expected you to wear that?
Yuichi: I guess so. I decided to make myself a uniform instead.
Ace: Yeah, I donât blame you. I didnât know you could sew, though.
Yuichi: Itâs my hobby.
Yuichi: Although I wish I had a sewing machine, Iâm stuck doing this all by hand.
Ace: Is it that hard?
Yuichi: Well, look at my hands.
Ace: WOAH! Are you okay? Thatâs a lot of bandages.
Yuichi: Iâm fine. I just keep stabbing myself on accident. Grim made it worse.
Ace: Thatâs not really the definition of âfineâ, dude, but okay. Is that why Grim isnât with you?
Yuichi: Yeah, I banished him while Iâm working.
Ace: Ha! Bet he hated that.
Yuichi: He really did. Iâll need to buy him tuna to make up for it.
Ace: Heâll complain all day if you donât.
Ace: So⌠What type of uniform are you making? Something fancy?
Yuichi: Maybe. I could have matching bows with Grimâthat would be cute, right?
Ace: Are you going for âcuteâ? Haha, I didnât know you liked stuff like that.
Yuichi: Well, I donât know if it will look good on me. What do you think?
Ace: Hey, donât ask me. I just got handed my Heartslabyul uniform and that was it, I didnât have to worry about designing anything.
Yuichi: Youâre not very helpful.
Ace: Hey! Iâm plenty helpful.
Yuichi: HmmâŚ
Ace: Donât look at me like that, dude.
Ace: How long is this going to take you, anyways?
Yuichi: A month, maybe?
Ace: A MONTH?
Yuichi: Hand sewing, remember?
Ace: RightâŚ
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A Little Silly - Part 2
Ace: So, would you like any help with the uniform?
Yuichi: No offense, but I donât really trust you.
Ace: Hey! Whatâs that supposed to mean?
Yuichi: âŚ
Ace: Stop that! I could help with magic, okay?
Yuichi: No thanks.
Ace: Fine, but Iâm not offering again.
Yuichi: Thatâs fine.
Yuichi: But hey, at least the finished thing will be a fun surprise.
Yuichi: I can show you first before anyone else, if youâd like?
Ace: Why would I care about something like that?
Yuichi: âŚ
Yuichi: Alright, I guess I can show Deuce before you then.
Ace: I see what youâre doing.
Yuichi: Is it working?
Ace: Yeah.
Ace: Donât you DARE show Deuce before me.
Yuichi: Haha, okay.
Yuichi: I might have to show Grim before you though. He lives here.
Ace: Fine. But no one else!
Ace: I want to make fun of you first if it looks bad.
Yuichi: âŚ
Yuichi: Thatâs not really a vote of confidence.
Yuichi: Iâm hoping it DOESNâT look bad.
Ace: I guess weâll see.
Yuichi: I guess we will.
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A Little Silly - Part 3
- One Month Later -
Ace: Yuu, I got your textâwhere are you?
Yuichi: In my room! Give me a second.
Ace: What are you doing?
Yuichi: I finished my housewarden uniform.
Ace: Oh! I almost forgot about that. Are you trying it on now?
Yuichi: Yeah.
Yuichi: Okay, here. How do I look?
Ace: âŚ
Yuichi: Itâs a little silly, right? Haha, I feel like Iâm at the theatre.
Yuichi: Ace?
Ace: âŚIt looks good.
Yuichi: Oh, really? I was scared for a second when you didnât say anything.
Ace: Whatâs with the, uh, tattered ends of your coat?
Yuichi: Oh! I decided to use the old uniform the Headmage gave me for it. I think it looks a little cool.
Yuichi: Do I fit in with the other housewardens now?
Ace: You know a fancy outfit still isnât going to make you a real housewarden, right?
Yuichi: Obviously. Let me have my fun.
Ace: Well, you DO fit in better now.
Yuichi: Really?
Ace: Yeah.
Ace: Hey⌠Maybe Iâll get you to make me some clothes, now that I know youâre decent at it.
Yuichi: Iâm not making you free clothes.
Ace: What?! Why not? I could save a ton of money!
Yuichi: Woah⌠You really know NOTHING about sewing, do you?
Ace: Huh?
Yuichi: Then again, with YOUR clothesâŚ
Yuichi: Maybe Iâll give you a friendâs discount. I feel kind of bad for you.
Ace: Wait, what does THAT mean?
Yuichi: âŚ
Ace: Yuu? WhâYuichi! Donât just walk away!
Ace: Whatâs wrong with my clothes?!
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Part 1 | Part 2
âHey,â Steve says breathlessly. âYâknow that thing that we are not mentioning, ever, on pain of death?â
Eddie blinks. âYâknow youâre still mentioning it even if you donât call it what it is, right?â
âEddie,â Steve says seriously, which causes Eddie to focus. âI need your help. Iâm kinda freaking out, here.â
âOkay,â Eddie says, running through things in his mind. âWant me to come over? Or wanna come over here? Or just over the phone?â
âIâm stressed out enough I canât make any decisions right now,â Steve says.
âOkay,â Eddie says, âthen Iâm coming over. Unlock the door for me, âkay? Iâll be there in ten.â
âMâkay. Thank you.â With a click heâs gone, and Eddie hangs his phone back up too, looking around for his keys.
He snatches them off the counter, jams his feet into his shoes, and takes off.
He realizes halfway there that heâs still in his pajamas.
He walks in when he arrives to find Steve sitting at the table, staring at an envelope like heâs trying to disintegrate it with just his vision. Eddie thinks he can almost see the paper smoking. âHey,â he says softly. âWhatâs going on?â
Steve doesnât meet his eyes, just keeps his gaze locked on the envelope. âI did something impulsive. And Robin doesnât know. And either nothing changes, or everything does.â He lifts his face to Eddieâs. His bottom lip is bitten raw.
âOkay,â Eddie says. âWell, first things first is to figure out which of those options it is, right? Iâm assuming the letter will determine which it is.â
âYeah,â Steve says, reaching for it, only to push it towards Eddie. âI, uh. I applied to a specific school. And I know the kids are going to tease me about it-â
âHey,â Eddie interrupts, brows furrowed. âYouâre plenty smart, Stevie, donât listen to the little shitheads, alright? Whatever the answer is, whatever you decide to do, Iâm with you. One hundred percent. Iâll even punish the little twerps during our next session if they say anything, okay?â
âCan you open it?â Steve begs, whispering, eyes wide.
Eddieâs hopeless to refuse. âOf course I can,â he replies, just as softly.
He looks at the envelope. Good, thick paper. Sticker return address. He opens it and pulls out a letter.
Dear Steven J. Harrington,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been chosen for 1988âs starting class! In Tricoci University, we pride ourselves onâŚ
Eddie looks up at Steve with a grin. âYouâre in.â
âHoly shit,â Steve breathes. âHoly shit!â He begins to grin. âI made it!â
âYou made it!â Eddie celebrates, then keeps reading.
We hope you look forward to your time here at Tricoci University of Beauty Culture Bloomington.
Eddie looks up at Steve again. âA beauty school?â
Steve flushes scarlet. âCosmetology. I wanna do hair.â
Eddie sits for a minute, thinking, before he grins at Steve and stands to sweep him into a spinning hug. âThat sounds perfect for you!â
Steve giggles giddily, then grins happily at Eddie when heâs set down. âYou really think so?â
âThink so? I know so! Stevie! This is gonna be so good for you!â He drags Steve over to the couch so they can both sit. âI mean, think about it. And I donât just mean the obvious high school shit. Even the little things. Youâre good with people, dude. They just like you just âcause youâre you. And who knows more about you than anyone else?â
Steve frowns. âRobin?â
Eddie chuckles. âMy mistake. General you, not specific. Your hairdresser! You tell them everything. And you live for that shit, Stevie, I see how your eyes light up when the kids share gossip.â He grabs Steveâs hands and smiles warmly at him. âI promise, everyoneâs gonna be so happy for you.â
âThanks, Eds,â Steve murmurs, cheeks still pink.
âAnd hey,â Eddie says, grinning again. âYouâve got at least one lifelong customer.â He points to himself, grinning when Steve laughs.
âThanks,â he says, then takes a deep breath, suddenly serious again. Eddie schools his face accordingly. âWill you help me tell Robin?â
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Part 1 of a new thing Iâm working on. It only gets juicier from here! I hope you guys enjoy it and if you have any name ideas, please send them my way.
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Steve was confused most of the time, everyone knew it. Especially since his run-ins with the Upside Down, he never had any idea what was happening. From not sensing the obvious when everyone else grabbed a flashlight to missing blatant social cues, it wasnât unusual for something to go over his head. And yet, sitting on the little Byersâ floor of his bedroom while Will paced around in front of him, ranting to the air, was the most befuddled Steve had ever been.
Of all of the kids, Steve was never very close to Will. He was the shyest of all the kids and he didnât seem to need an older role model like Dustin or Max did. He already had Jonathan and his mom, two people that would risk their lives to save him so he never really needed Steve. Donât get him wrong, Steve loved the kid. He just didnât have a bond with him the same way he did with the other kids. Nonetheless, when Will asked him for a quick word as Mrs. Byers spoke to El and Jonathan said his goodbyes to Nancy, Steve followed him to his bare room without complaint. He didnât know what he expected, maybe some advice about girls or hobbies or maybe just Will asking him to look out for the other kids. Something expected, something mundane. But thatâs not what Steve received.
Will stopped stalking back and forth, took a deep breath and said, âIâm gay.â
He cringed as he said the words, immediately losing his confidence and breaking eye contact with Steve. And Steve just blinked.
âOkay⌠Is that all?â
He didnât really know how to answer that. It didnât really matter to him if Will liked other dudes and it certainly didnât change the way he saw the kid. It was still confusing that Will was choosing to tell HIM of all people, he had no idea what about him made everyone want to come out to him with Will being the second person to do so in as many days. But regardless, there was nothing that the kids could do that would make Steve turn on him.
It may not have been the most tactful way of voicing his acceptance but Will felt a weight lifted despite it. He knelt down to give a thankful hug to Steve who returned his hug awkwardly.
âThanks Steve, I knew out of everyone that you would understand.â Steve was about to ask why he of all people would understand but Will continued, âNo one else knows yet, not even Mike and uh⌠I really like him, Steve.â
All thoughts left Steveâs mind as he automatically started insulting Willâs taste. âMike? Mike Wheeler? What the hell, dude. I have no problem with you liking guys but Mike? Jesus Christ, heâs like the worst person you could choose. His attitude sucks, heâs got beady little eyes full of anger, and heâs kind of a douche.â
Will looked stuck somewhere between amused and offended. âBut⌠heâs my best friend? Heâs always been there and I, I think I love him a little bit. What do I do?â
Steve sighed and put a heavy hand on his shoulder, his bruised face grimacing in sympathy. âYouâre young so you have plenty of time to fall for other guys. Move on. Trust me, you do not want to date a Wheeler. Especially Mike. My god, kid, have a little taste. I can understand Nancy but Mike? No way.â
âBut, but youâre sure youâre okay with me⌠being gay. I like boys, not girls,â Will prodded.
âI know what it means, Byers. It doesnât change anything. Liking boys doesnât make you any different and youâre still another one of the runts to me, alright?â He ducked his head to meet Willâs eyes and only when he nodded did he put space between him. âGood. You have nothing to worry about when it comes to me. Iâll always be here if you need me.â
âCan I call you? After we move to California?â Will asked with trepidation.
âHell yeah, Iâll be around. You can call me, El can call me, hell even Jonathan can call me if he wants.â
That last part got him a weird look in response. â... you want Jonathan to call you?â
âI mean, sure, if he wants to. He probably wonât because Iâm no Nancy and weâre not really friends but it would be nice to have people calling,â Steve shrugged and ignored Willâs look of appall.
âI thought you wouldnât like Jonathan because he stole your girlfriend.â
He frowned, ânah, there were other things wrong between Nance and I long before your brother came around. Heâs pretty cool and heâs got an awesome little brother too, whatâs not to like?â
Will smiled and they sat in silence for a few moments before Steve cleared his throat, said his last goodbyes, and made his way home. He slunk back to bed to sleep off the oncoming migraine and pain in his beaten face. Steve didnât think much more about Willâs admission or their emotional conversation. Instead, he focused on the warm feeling in his chest that came with two people trusting him enough to be honest to him, to be themselves without fear around him. Robin and Will were the first people who trusted him with something important beyond reputation or popularity. It made him feel like he was finally doing something right, like he had finally moved past all of the King Steve bullshit and heâd never felt better about it.
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