#Daniel Sharman fluff
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Isaac Lahey x Reader : Theft Of The Heart
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Story Summary: You are new at the Beacon Hills High school and catch the attention of a certain lacrosse player. Being too shy to interact properly leads to awkward situations.
Notes: This was in my WIPs for so long omg.
Word count of this fic: 2.6K words. One-shot.
Warnings: None. It’s funny (I hope) fluff.
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It was the first day at a new school after having moved to Beacon Hills with your family two weeks ago.
After one week, you were already hired at a small local grocery store.
Today was the start of a new direction in life and it was nerve wracking.
Making friends at a new school was never easy, but at Beacon Hill’s High you were rather quickly approached by Lydia who was now sitting next to you on the tribunes watching the lacrosse game.
You didn’t know who to cheer for, only knew to cheer for the ones wearing Beacon Hills uniforms.
Lydia did try to point at some players and name them, saying they were friends of her.
But they ran across the field constantly, so you barely had a chance to really spot them. You had to strain your eyes to be able to follow the game.
She on the other hand seemed to focus all her attention on player twenty-four.
You just tried to keep your eyes on who had the ball in their possession.
Player fourteen was running towards the opponent’s goal.
“Lydia, I think that one is going to score.” You nudged her arm and she snapped her attention to the player running at the goal.
Isaac had the ball and was running towards the goal of the opponents, his team mates where giving him cover. He was sure of victory, that was until he saw a new face sitting on the tribunes watching the game.
A pretty face…
It was too late to avoid the collision with a player from the other team and he ended up taking a fall.
The ball and victory was lost.
Scott hurried over to his fallen friend.
“What are you doing?! Did you fall asleep or something?” Scott helped him up from the ground.
Isaac mumbled the excuse “I tripped.”
“You alright?” Scott scanned him for injuries.
“Yeah…” Isaac nodded, attention continuously darting to the tribunes.
Scott snapped his fingers in front of his face “Hey, heads up. Keep your mind on the game.”
Isaac pulled his eyes away from the tribunes and tried to focus on what his friend was telling him “Got it.”
Scott patted him on the shoulder “Alright, cover me.”
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At lunch, Scott noticed the way his friend’s attention kept being pulled to you sitting at a table with some of the other new students.
He nudged his elbow with his own, Isaac looked a little startled at Scott.
“What?” Isaac asked him a little agitated that he was pulled out of his daydreaming.
Scott just gave him a knowing look, trying his hardest not to laugh even just a little at Isaac’s reaction.
“She’s new.” Scott opened the door to the conversation.
Isaac cleared his throat, suddenly trying very hard not to look in your direction again “Who’s new?”
Scott snorted, shaking his head as he deadpanned “The girl that cost us a point in the game.”
Isaac frowned at him before he realized what Scott was really trying to say “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, please. You’ve been staring at her since the second you saw her sitting in the tribunes with Lydia. Don’t even try to deny it.” Scott chuckled at his friend’s desperate attempt to hide the instant interest Isaac had for you.
“I’m not staring at her.” He bit the words at Scott and looked around him to see if no one was listening in on their conversation “..I thought I recognized her from somewhere. That’s all.”
“Yeah. You recognized her from when you let the other team knock you to the ground because you were too focused on her instead of the game.” Scott could tell with ease that Isaac was trying to bullshit his way out of this.
Isaac finally snapped “Okay, fine! Maybe I was looking at her, so what?”
“Go talk to her.” Scott said as if it was that simple.
Isaac lowered his voice “What?! No way.”
Now that Scott had him confessing, he wasn’t going to let it go so quickly “Why not?”
Isaac spoke fast, anxiety laced in his voice “Because I don’t know her. I don’t even know her name, what would I even say?”
“Ask for her name.” Scott said casually.
Isaac scoffed and turned away from him “You’re no help.”
“Chicken.” Scott muttered quietly, knowing damn well that Isaac could still pick up on it.
Isaac was about to reply when he saw you stand up from your seat at the table and walk in their direction. He felt himself freeze up completely, Scott’s eyes darted between you and Isaac as you walked past their table while chatting with one of the other new girls.
It was then that Scott failed to hold his quiet laughter at seeing Isaac look at you like a deer in headlights.
His poor friend seemed so rattled by your presence at the school that it made Isaac fall completely silent the closer you got to him.
A little help would be needed.
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The days flew by, it was weekend before you knew it.
The place you worked at in the weekends was a small but busy shop. The work that had to be done everyday surpassed the staff that was available. In other words, you spend your time constantly hurrying from one chore to the other.
You were stocking the shelves while keeping an eye on the checkout area.
You often were so concentrated that you kind of zoned out sometimes, it was why you had failed to see him approach you.
“Hi…” His voice pulled you out of your concentration.
You turned and your eyes met with a pair of blue ones. You fumbled with the box containing a piece of soap as you were faced with someone you had seen around school before but had never talked to.
You knew he was handsome, but having him stand so close to you made you realize how truly good looking he actually was.
The tall, curly haired, blue eyed boy. The sight of him was enough for you to develop a small crush.
“Hi…” You greeted him after composing yourself, he was still a customer “Can I help you?”
He nodded, appearing a little nervous “Uh yeah, I’m looking for the…the uh…”
Another guy approached, one who’s name you thought was Scott, if you had heard Lydia right…
Scott looked at his struggling friend deciding to end this struggle “He’s looking for the feminine hygiene section.”
“Oh.” You believed it was why he had looked so nervous “Please, follow me. I’ll show you where it is.”
They both walked at a distance behind you and you were unaware of how Scott smacked a hand against Isaac’s shoulder and gestured in your direction.
Isaac quickly looked in your direction hoping you hadn’t noticed it before he glared at his friend.
“Here it is.” You stopped in front of the shelves filled with the many products “Anything else I can help you with?”
You were already starting to turn away, ready to go back to the work you were doing.
Scott saw Isaac struggle to find a good excuse to make you stay around them a little longer.
“Uhm… I uh…” He stammered again.
You waited patiently for him to form a sentence.
Scott sighed before speaking up again “Could you help us find the tampons?”
Isaac’s eyes snapped to Scott, why couldn’t he ask you to help him find anything else in this store?
He never should have mentioned to Scott that he thought you were pretty. But then again, Scott had probably noticed days ago when he caught him staring at you on the field. It was why he had collided with a player from the opposite team.
“It’s for a friend.” Isaac cleared his throat, not daring to look you in the eye.
“Sweet of you to come and buy it for them.” You send him a smile.
At that his eyes found yours, even though he felt very embarrassed, seeing your smile made him less self-conscious about all of this.
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“The women’s hygiene section?!?” Isaac snapped at Scott the second he walked out the store.
Scott snorted at his reaction “What? Girls like a guy who is comfortable buying that sort of stuff.”
“Thanks a lot.” Isaac huffed.
Scott shrugged his shoulders, a quiet laugh escaped “Not my fault you failed to think of a better excuse to talk to her. Besides, she said it was sweet.”
It got on Isaac’s already delicate nerves “Yeah, well, now she’ll think this ‘friend’ is someone I’m dating. Ever think of that?”
Scott waved it away “You know what? Now that you know where she works, you can talk to her yourself. Just think of some question about a product and go ask her for help.”
He wasn’t sure of the plan “She’ll think I’m stalking her.”
Scott saw right through all the excuses of his shy friend “Isaac… it’s a shop. People go in there and ask questions every day. You’re not the only one, okay?”
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On Sunday, you were sticking security stickers on the more expensive items in the store. Everything over nine dollars needed one to prevent it from being stolen.
The door of the store opened and in walked the handsome boy you had barely been able to talk to yesterday. Maybe you could at least find out his name today.
With one of the make-up mirrors up for sale, you quickly inspected your appearance before placing it back.
You were in the corner where the make-up was and saw him walk in your direction, stop and then walk the other way.
Oh…
Was he too shy? Or just not interested?
With the roll of security stickers in your hand, a plan formed.
You took one sticker off the roll and waited until he was looking at something. When he was looking at cereals, you walked past him and stuck the sticker to the elbow of his sleeve without stopping.
A customer was waiting at the register and it was the perfect excuse to have walked past him.
You rang up their items and helped the old lady put them in her bag, then handed it to her “Here you go, thank you and have a nice day.”
The lady gave a broad smile and left with her groceries.
Before you could leave the register, the handsome boy walked up and placed a single box of cereals on the counter.
“Good morning.” You made an effort to give him your sweetest smile.
He blinked a few times before finding his voice “Uh…good morning.”
That shy smile of his was adorable…
You accidentally knocked over the box and he reached for it at the same time as you.
His hand landed on yours, you froze, he froze…
With a nervous laugh, you broke the awkward tension and he quickly withdrew his hand.
“Sorry, I’m clumsy.” You apologized and rang up the box of cereals.
“It’s fine. So, am I.” He said.
You had grown quite nervous and felt yourself withdraw in your shell of shyness “That will be three dollars, please.”
He pulled some coins from his pockets and put them on the counter for you to count.
After counting them, you picked the change up and offered it to him “Your change.”
“Ah, nah. Uhm, you can keep it.” He was nearly caught staring a you.
“You sure?” You asked.
He gave a nod “Yeah.”
You smiled at him, appreciating the kind gesture “Thanks. I hope you have a good day.”
Poor Isaac was trying to think of something to say and when that didn’t work, he replied “Thanks. You too.”
There you stood, watching him head for the door, the boy who’s name you still didn’t know…
And then, the alarm of the store went off.
Oh, gosh…
You had almost forgotten about the security sticker and hurried over to him.
He looked ridiculously nervous and you felt a pang of guilt.
Even when he was sure he had not stolen a thing, Isaac began to search his pockets “Ah, crap…”
Oh, no…
“Oh! Wait… hold on for a sec…” You quickly pulled the tag from his sleeve, holding it up for him to see.
Realization dawned on him “That’s what set the alarm off? I don’t know how it got on me…”
You smiled like a sinner in church “Oh…it happens all the time here.”
He quirked a brow at you “Oh. Weird.”
“Anyway… sorry for bothering you. I hope I’ll see you in the store again and that this didn’t scare you off.” You stammered nervously.
He nodded quickly, a shy smile growing on his face “Yeah. Don’t worry, you’ll see me again.”
You nodded nervously, feeling like a fool for doing all this.
“I’m Isaac.” He suddenly blurted out and held out his hand.
You blinked twice before you took his hand in yours and shook it “Y/n.”
He looked almost flustered now “Nice to meet you. I wanted to get a chance to talk to you but I didn’t mean for it to happen like this.”
Did he think that you believed he would stick a security sticker on himself to get your attention? This was getting more and more ridiculous.
“I uh…” You stammered.
“Sorry if this is weird or something, I just-” He sounded so timid and sweet.
“I stuck the sticker on you.” You finally confessed.
Isaac frowned for a second “Why would you-… oh.”
A smirk spread across his face “So instead of trying a pick up line, you try to frame me for theft?”
“No! No, of course not I was just shy and stupid and -” You covered your face with your hands in shame.
He chuckled at your reaction “Don’t worry. It worked.”
What?
WHAT?!?
You couldn’t believe your shenanigans had actually worked on him.
The relief you felt was instant and you hoped to break the ice completely “But if you want a cheesy pick up line…we are supposed to tag everything above nine dollars. So I guess that means you’re a ten.”
His mouth was a little agape now and he chuckled “That uh… that’s not bad.”
You hummed in agreement.
Isaac scrambled all his courage together “Now that we’re on the topic of numbers… what’s yours?”
Your smile could not have been broader, you couldn’t believe that someone as cute as him would ask for your number.
Then you quickly looked around you for a piece of paper and a pen “Hang on… I’ll write it down for you.”
Isaac realized you were looking for something to write your number down on. He quickly took his phone from his pocket.
“Here. You can put it in my phone…if you want?” He clumsily handed you his phone, almost dropping it twice.
You gladly took the phone from him and added your number to his contact list, then handed him back the phone “Here you go.”
It was as if he couldn’t believe you had actually given him your number “Thanks…I’ll call you soon.”
You truly hoped he was being honest and that he would actually call you.
The both of you were suddenly interrupted when your boss asked you why you weren’t busy doing your job at the moment.
So you said a quick goodbye to Isaac and got back to work.
You were waiting for the familiar ringtone all day, waiting for his call.
Only at ten that evening did Isaac find enough courage to call and ask you out.
And of course, you said yes.
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Can you do a isaac lahey imagine where the reader us on her period and freaks out and doesn't know what to do so lydia tells him what to do
hehe yes omg
period talk (isaac lahey x f!reader)
warnings: fluff, period talk, dumb boy
a/n: try the drink mentioned if you want to imagine running through hogwarts on a winter day.
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Isaac wouldn't admit it, but he loved the cold weather. He liked when the winter season would hit, and holidays were a topic of conversation. Holidays were the only time his Dad treated him like he was actually proud of him, and despite that fucked up relationship, Isaac couldn't help but romanticize the season. It's why, when Beacon Hills hit a new low for the weather, he was excited to see you at school. Perhaps he could even convince you to skip class and get hot coco with him.
Unfortunately for him, your period had started therefore your mood was sour. The cold just added to your discomfort, and you basically hissed at him when he came by your locker.
"Woah, what did I do?" Isaac recoiled, a nervous laugh on his lips. You took a deep breath before turning and facing him.
"Nothing, you did nothing," you sighed. "I'm just...not doing great."
"Whats wrong?" Isaac inquired, brows furrowed and concern evident on his face. You loved your cute werewolf boyfriend, and while he was very helpful, he probably couldn't do much for you right now.
"I'm on my period," you admitted with a twinge of shame. Talking about these things was never fun, even to someone you trusted. A blush coated Isaac's cheeks as he processed what you said.
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Should I, uh, do something?" Isaac stammered, hands in his pockets.
"Just be you, I'm a big girl and can handle myself," you chuckled, lightly slapping his arm as you closed your locker and started in the direction of class. Isaac stood in the hallway a moment longer, before deducing a game plan and targeting the area of the school he knew the familiar red head would be. She was typing on her phone when he ran up beside her, backpack slung lazily over his shoulder.
"I need your help," Isaac said hurridly, earning a squeak of surprise form Lydia. She set two angry eyes at him, and he resisted the urge to run away. Women did not like him much today.
"Stop sneaking up on me like that," Lydia rolled her eyes, putting her phone in her purse. "What is it?"
"Y/N is on her period, and I want to help, but I don't know what to do, and you're a girl and you're smart so I thought you'd have some ideas?" Isaac rushed, lips pressed in a thin line as Lydia cocked a brow at him.
"Why do you have to make everything so dramatic?" Lydia huffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. Isaac sent her a look though that showed that he wasn't going to figure anything out, anytime soon. "Look, unless she asks for products, don't bother trying to buy her them-- you'll likely get the wrong ones anyway. Get her her favorite warm drink, a heating pad, blanket, maybe an activity or something calming."
"Drink, heating pad, blanket, activity, got it," Isaac listed out everything, brows scrunched together in concentration. "Anything else?"
"Yeah, during this time, she's always right. Even if you think she isn't, just agree that you're wrong and she's right. Otherwise, she'll claw your eyes out," Lydia crossed her arms, daring Isaac to challenge her. He stayed quiet though, and she loosened up her stance. "I have to go, have fun, don't get killed."
Isaac was never that great at social cues, but he really liked you, and that was enough. Ignoring the uncomfortable feeling taking pit in his stomach, he skipped out on school to go get the necessary things Lydia listed. Starting off with a butterbeer chai, a concoction you created (two pumps caramel, two pumps toffee, caramel drizzle, and chai); going to CVS for a heating pad and a blanket; then finally the bookstore down the street where he found a book you wanted (after searching through his phone for fifteen minutes trying to find the text where you mentioned wanting a new release). By the time he had finished his grand adventure, school was out and he would be able to surprise you.
You were having a crappy day with a side of more absolute garbage, so you were very pleasantly surprised when your golden hair boyfriend comes bounding up the street as you exit the school building.
"Woah, where's the fire?" you chuckle. You finally take notice of the bags he's carrying, as well as the drink.
"These are for you," Isaac stutters, passing you the drink. You peer in the bag and can't hide the grin on your face as you take in the plethora of supplies he got. "I know you weren't doing well, and I felt bad, so I got some stuff."
"Isaac, you are the sweetest puppy of a boyfriend a girl could ask for," you smile, wanting nothing more than to pick him up and twirl him around (he is too tall, you are too small). "How did you know what to get?"
"I asked Lydia," he mumbles, staring at his feet. You fight back a chuckle.
"Probably the smartest thing you could've done."
"That was my thought process as well," he chimes, scratching the back of his neck and shooting you a grin. You lean up, kissing him on the corner of his mouth and looping his arm through yours.
"C'mon, lets go hide from the cold together and I'll bitch to you about life," you chime, the cold dusting yours and Isaac's cheeks in shades of pink.
"Sounds perfect, just like you," Isaac smiles, kissing the top of your head as you walk off back home.
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Could you please write some isaac lahey fluff, maybe about reader wearing his sweater?
I'm so excited to write for Teen Wolf again. Thank you so much for requesting this, I hope its to your liking!
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Word count: 1480
It’s easy to forget that even in Beacon Hills, California the weather gets colder during the winter. So easy that you’re now sitting in class shivering and struggling to focus on whatever Coach is saying. You pull the sleeves of your sweater down to cover your hands before rubbing them over your hands, trying to warm yourself up.
After a few more seconds of trying to warm yourself something in the corner of your eye grabs your attention. You turn slightly to see it’s a cardigan being handed to you by Isaac. You’re not that close to him even if you wish you were, you mostly got to know him when he became friends with Scott. But even then, you were too shy to actually try and get to know him better.
You hesitantly move to take the cardigan before smiling softly at him. All he does in response is wink at you before turning back towards the front of class. Holding the sweater in your hands you feel how soft it is, you recognize it as well. It’s a long grey and black striped cardigan. You recall it being his favourite with how often he wears it.
Finally, you put it on, instantly feeling a lot warmer. The sleeves fall past your hands which makes you roll them up. When you look back up you see Isaac staring at you, a soft smile resting on his lips and his cheeks tinted a soft pink. You smile back at him before finally focussing on whatever Coach is going on about this time.
After an incredibly boring 40 minutes class is finally over. You quickly rush to grab your stuff so you can make it on time for your next class on the other side of the building. You barely make it on time, plopping down in your seat next to Lydia. “Did you run here?” she asks looking at you with a raised eyebrow. “Basically, I don’t know who made my schedule but when I found them-” she interrupts you, pointing at what you’re wearing “is that Isaac’s cardigan?”.
Shocked you look down; you completely forgot you were wearing his cardigan. “I-uh, yeah. I was cold during class, so he lent it to me. I completely forgot to give it back.” You explain while Lydia just stares at you with a smug look on her face. “He just happened to notice you were cold and offered you his favourite cardigan?”
Your cheeks start to feel warm; you shake your head while playing with edge of the cardigan. “I’m sure it didn’t mean anything to him, he was just being friendly I’m sure” you reason. She clearly doesn’t agree as she just shakes her head right as the teacher walks in.
Classes are finally over for today causing you and Lydia to walk back to your lockers with excitement. The group is going over to Scott’s place to hang out for the rest of the day. When you arrive at your lockers the others are already waiting on you. Stiles is leaning against the locker next to yours with Scott next to him, they’re talking to Allison about something. You quickly open your locker, stuffing your books into it. “Is that a new cardigan?” Allison asks confused, pointing at it. You dont get a chance to respond before a different voice responds, “It’s mine actually.”
You quickly turn around, behind you is Isaac, leaning against the locker next to you, similarly to Stiles. He smiles at you before asking, “I hope it kept you warm?” Your brain takes a moment to catch up before you respond, nodding “yes, yes it did thank you! I’m sorry for running off with it, i had to run to make it to my next class and I just completely forgot about it.” Your cheeks are heating up again as he looks down at you, eating up your every word.
He shakes his head softly “nah don't worry about it, you look better in it anyway. Wouldn’t want you to freeze either” he says before standing up normally “are we leaving?” He asks nodding towards the exit. There’s a moment of silence before Scott speaks up and we leave to go to his place for the scheduled hang out.
While making your way to Scott’s place Allison and Lydia hang in the back with you. “So, what was that about?” Allison asks smiling. You shrug “I have no idea-” “he clearly likes you” Lydia interrupts. You push her softly before shushing her. “Maybe don’t talk about it so loudly?” you say with wide eyes, glancing at Isaac hoping he didn’t hear anything with his heightened senses.
Lydia simply rolls her eyes while Allison puts her arm around your shoulders. “Why don’t you just ask?” You stare at Allison for a moment before replying, “are you actually insane? Do you need medical help?” She laughs before shaking her head “you won’t know until you ask.” You sigh softly, looking at the ground “what if he doesn’t like me like that? It would just get awkward between us.” “But what if he does” Lydia responds, she’s smiling softly at you, a comforting look in her eyes. “You can’t let this opportunity go to waste just because you’re scared.”
You take a breath before nodding “I’ll talk to him about it later.” The two girls smile at you until Stiles interrupts the sweet moment “can you guys walk any slower?”
Stiles is terrible at Mario Kart, that much is clear by the fact that he’s lost 3 times in a row. He still refuses to give up, convinced that he’ll one the next round against Scott. You stopped playing after the 2nd round, your head started to hurt from how loud Stiles screams when playing. Lydia and Allison are sitting on the sofa watching Scott and Isaac absolutely kick Stiles’ ass in the game. Even after another round of losing Stiles is convinced he can win so he goes up against Scott once more. This time Isaac doesn’t play, similarly he complains his head is starting to hurt. “I’m not even that loud!” Stiles retorts, or more so yells. “Yes, you are” all of us reply in turn.
You’re still laughing when Isaac walks up to you, crouching so only you can hear him. “Could we talk for a moment?” He asks looking up at you. You nod briefly, wondering what on earth he would have to say to you in private. “Of course,” you stand up before following him to the kitchen, moving to sit on the countertop with him leaning against the kitchen table.
The both of you stay silent for a moment, tension high in the air. “So, what did you want to talk about?” You ask softly, playing with the hem of his cardigan that you’re still wearing. It takes another moment for him to respond, “you know, when I first met you, I was wondering why on earth you were even talking to me. I was an absolute nobody, I barely had any friends, I wasn’t doing great in lacrosse.” He sighed before continuing “after Derek bit me I was convinced I could finally ask you out. That you would finally want me like I have wanted you. But even then, I was too scared, I couldn’t get myself to tell you how I felt.”
He moved closer to you, his hand moving to cover your cheek before softly caressing it. “But today I finally had the guts to make a move, and when I saw how adorable you looked with my cardigan on, I knew I had to tell you. But then you ran out of class, and I missed my chance. So, I’m telling you now because I’m not missing another chance.”
He moves even closer, your knees pressing against his legs. He tilts his head down to look into your eyes before he speaks once more “I really like you-” he laughs softly “honestly, I think I might be in love with you.” You can’t hold back your smile; your hands move to rest on his chest when you ask if he’s being serious. He nods, his head dropping down to rest against yours. “I feel the same way” you laugh, “I was too scared to say anything.” The two of you laugh for a moment. Finding the fact that the both of you felt the same way but were just too scared to say anything incredibly stupid.
“Then, could I ask for the honour of being yours?” He asks, smiling at you, his cheeks painted an adorable red. You quickly nod in response, smiling before finally kissing him. His hands move to hold your face, the two of you enjoying the moment until you are once again interrupted by Stiles screaming in victory as he finally won a game.
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if isaac was in s1
#scisaac#tyler posey#scott x isaac#scott mcall#dylan o'brien#stiles stilinski#derek hale#tyler hoechlin#isaac lahey#daniel sharman#teen wolf#fluff#aestethic#i love mexican
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posting again bc i feel my muse slowly rebounding from my writers block. i'm on the hunt for some specific pairings. bold is who i would want to use/be writing as. i'm mostly into slice of life plots but love fluff, angst and/or smut (happy to explore all of the above.) hmu if you are interested (please specify which pairing[s]) or like this and i’ll come to you!
shelley hennig x dylan o'brien
crystal reed x daniel sharman
renee rapp x lola tung
margot robbie/any other female x nicholas galitzine (nick is one of my wanted opps rn, so i would play other f’s against him. just love how he looks w margot)
chase sui wonders x luke hemmings
annasophia robb x josh hutcherson
maia reficco x kit connor
taylor swift x harry styles
maya hawke x any female fc
natalia dyer x any male fc
cody christian x any female fc (my cody oc has a complicated history, i can give you a backstory as part of an interest check)
jennifer morrison x any older (35/40+) male fc
shailene woodley x any male fc/female fc (platonic for female.)
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Here you'll find all the things I create (all type of fics, gifs, metas), conveniently collected in one place. So far I'm obsessed with Cursed and Fear the Walking Dead (which has one common theme, Daniel Sharman). Enjoy 🧡
Fear the Walking Dead
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Troy Otto
Ghost 2,126 words, WIP, angst, sad, exploration of Troy's headspace immediately after the last scene we see him at the dam, what did surviving this do to him?
Troy Otto x Alicia Clark
[Series] Sick like you [01 - 02 - 03 - 04 - 05] Troy Otto x Alicia Clark, 9,850 words, finished, smut, so much smut, slight dub-con, D/s undertones, part one is canon compliant, Alicia is done being the good kid, but then she feels bad about it, cheating, enemies to lovers, unhealthy to healthy relationship
Troy Otto x Crazy Dog (Lee) || Troy Otto & Crazy Dog (Lee)
Addicted to mess Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 185,730 words, WIP, (lots and lots of) smut, fluff, angst, wholesome, enemies to enemies with benefits to lovers, watch them turn an unhealthy relationship into a healthy one , also have I said smut yet?
Fool me twice Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 20,350 words, WIP, smut, dub con, unhealthy relationship, Troy Otto has a deathwish, Crazy Dog takes advantage
Just around the corner Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 4,185 words, WIP, fluff, AU - no zombies, In a world without zombies Troy finds a different purpose
Love, endless Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 1,029, finished (for now), unhealthy relationship, angst, dark, tragedy, COMIC
Moonlit Kisses Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 32,750 words, finished, fluff, wholesome, sweet, first kiss, first time, smut, canon divergent, teeny bit of angst, some whump
Paint your body in hues of red Troy Otto x Crazy Dog x OC, 1,933 words, finished, smut, fluff, established relationship, wax play, facesitting
Sex Worker AU Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, no official word count, no WIP and not finished but a secret third thing (idea I had I'll probably never write), AU - no zombies, Troy sells the ranch after his father dies and decides to have some fun, includes but not limited to hiring a sex worker (Lee), client to friend to lover, imagine
Soup Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 696 words, finished, fluff, Troy loves soup
Surprise Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 625 words, finished, fluff, Troy has a surprise for Crazy Dog
[Series] The easy part is always hardest to see [01 - 02 - 03 - 04 - 04 (alternative version) - 05 - 06] Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 42,204 words, finished, smut, teeny bit of dub-con, a lot of fluff, some angst, pining, whump, enemies to friends to lovers
[Series] The melody of sand and waves and hope and schemes Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 2,629 words, finished (for now?), AU - Royalty, arranged marriage, fluff, cute, pre-relationship, Princess Troy series
The monster that brought me here Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 28,323 words, WIP, dark, angst, hurt, little comfort, sad, Troy is dealing with the trauma of having been raped, Crazy Dog has his own trauma to work through, canon divergent, second part of a series, fallout from 'I'd do it all again'
The moon bathes your face in gentle light no official wordcount, finished (for now) Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, angst, fluff, Troy survives s8, saves Tracy and runs into a familiar face - the two former enemies bond over their similar grief
This insanity you give to me Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 29,551 words, finished, smut, fluff, teeny bit of angst, instead of avoiding Crazy Dog after their initial encounter in 'Addicted to mess' Troy seeks him out. After all, that asshole can't just do things like that to him and then leave, spin-off of 'Addicted to mess'
What's it gonna be, Troy? Troy Otto & Crazy Dog, 8,146 words, finished, oneshot, soulmate AU, angst, fluff, pre-relationship, enemies to friends (soulmates)
Troy Otto & Jake Otto
Cozy 353 words, finished, angst, some fluff, what was running through Troy's mind during the hug with Jake in s3ep9 (right before he was exiled)
Troy Otto & Madison Clark
Moral Compass no official word count, no WIP and not finished but a secret third thing (idea I had I'll probably never write), a stab at deepening Troy's and Madison's relationship (really just the beginning of it), a mututal madness
What should've been - Troy's revenge 1,242, finished, angst, hurt, some comfort I guess, fix-it I guess, how s8ep11 should've gone
When home becomes a strange place Troy Otto & Madison Clark, 3,370 words, finished, fix-it, hopeful ending, bittersweet, what would it take for Madison to actually start caring about Troy
Troy Otto x Nick Clark || Troy Otto & Nick Clark
I'd do it all again Troy Otto x Nick Clark, 10,185 words, finished, dark, angst, hurt no comfort, non-con (rape), suicide, not a happy story, what if things at the dam went a bit different - and how will they live with the consequences of their actions?
Sketch Troy Otto & Nick Clark, 337 words, finished, angst, hopeful?, fix-it?
That Crazy Bastard Troy Otto & Nick Clark, 728 words, finished, fluff, Troy had been vanishing for over a week now, refusing to tell Nick what he was up to. Until today
Troy Otto x Crazy Dog X OC
I can't stop imagining hurting you Troy Otto x Crazy Dog x OC, 9,424 words, finished, smutt, fluff, Troy gets introduced to the concept of spanking
Lost & Found Troy Otto x Crazy Dog x OC, 32,554 words, WIP, fluff, angst, Troy Otto being saved after the dam, finding his way back to himself, fast-burn, 'Addicted to mess' chapters 1 and 2 happened in this universe too, rest of s3 happened as in canon
No title Troy Otto x Crazy Dog x OC, no official word count, snippet, fluff, angst, abusive!serena backstory
Troy Otto x OC
Earn your keep 131,622 words, WIP, Troy gets a redemption arc, major character death (happens in the first chapter), Troy Otto centric, slow burn, grudging allies to friends to lovers, angst, fluff
Follow me (down the streams of sweat on your body) Troy Otto x unnamed female (could be reader, could be author, could be OC, could even be someone from canon), 5,612 words, finished, smut, slight D/s undertones, bondage, aftercare, fluff, praise kink
Kept 14,893 words, WIP, dub-con, past sexual abuse, AU - no Clarks, dark, angst, suicidal thoughts, bad BDSM etiquette, unhealthy relationship, slow burn to a better place, two broken people trying to figure things out between them, will get worse before it gets better
Troy Otto & his parents (Jeremiah Otto, Tracy Otto)
Childhood memories 2,084 words, WIP, angst, hurt, dark, child abuse, a study of Troy's childhood, his mother's complicated feelings, what happened with the rabbits
Troy Otto & Tracy Otto (daughter)
Reunion no official wordcount, Imagine, finished, angst, fluff, Troy survived s8 and rescues his daughter
Gifs&Lyrics
I will do it again
Who are you to say that?
Asks & Metas
Jake Otto
Jake Otto as a Brother
even more
Troy Otto
...and Boundaries
...and the Horde
...as a father
Favorite Troy scene(s) and why
'I don't drink'
'I'd do it all again'
...in a relationship
'It's the first time I've felt fear'
On killing Mike
Post s8 thoughts
Troy and Madison
Troy's feelings in his last moments (s3)
Troy's sexuality and more on his sexuality
Why Troy didn't get poisoned like the other Militia members
'You stayed at the ranch because you love me'
Cursed
Fanfiction
Empty ways can cloud your eyes The Weeping Monk x Reader, 20,268 words, WIP (though ch 11 is a good place to end things), redemption arc, crisis of faith, friends to lovers, fluff and angst, whump
Madness is a narrow bridge The Weeping Monk, finished, oneshot, angst, dark, no comfort, a heartbreaking glimpse into the weeping monk's mind while he hunts his own
Gifs&Lyrics
The Weeping Monk & Squirrel, AOV by Slipknot
The Weeping Monk & Gawain, Custer by Slipknot
The Weeping Monk & his faith (i guess), Broken Crown by Mumford and Sons
The Weeping Monk & his guilt, Lech by Slipknot
The Weeping Monk & his doubts, The burden by Slipknot
The Weeping Monk & Father Carden, The In-between by In This Moment
#troy otto#lancelot#the weeping monk#jake otto#alicia clark#madison clark#nick clark#ftwd#fear the walking dead#cursed netflix#fanfics#gifs and lyrics#masterlist#my writing#this took forever to make#god i'm really bad at keeping this up to date
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okay i’m going to try this again ! i’m looking for some 1x1 partners to write on discord with ! i’m such a headcanon whore BUT also love doing replies of course. i have a tiny lil brain so my replies won’t be too long , but trust i am here for the long run ! i’m honestly just looking for someone who will have me refusing to close my laptop every other night because the hcs/muse/replies/all of the above is just flowing !
to make things a little easy i have a few wanted plots, a few wanted opposites, and a few fcs i want to play myself ! i’m gonna drop them all below the read more ! if anything about this post interests you please smack that like button or message me directly and i swear i’ll come bother you so quick !
+ please take a look at my rules before reading to see if we’re a good match !
WANTED PLOTS
daisy jones x billy dune situation pleaseee
childhood friends turned lovers with a lil angst in b/n
if we’re both single by a certain age pact
this lil plot about two people in witness protection having to act like a happy suburban couple
two folks who unintentionally had a baby and are figuring things out together
a lil con-artist falling for a victim moment
used to date , one of them went to jail , and now that they’re out the other muse is completely diff than what they were like before
a plot that would have so many deuxmoi blind items
flirting fluff kinda ! they’re plotting murder
WILD CARD ! we just come up with smth together
WANTED FC OPPOSITES
oliver jackson-cohen
oscar isaac
harry styles
aron piper
florence pugh
theo james
michael b jordan
paul mescal
daniel sharman
bruna marquezine
phoebe tonkin
bill skarsgard
adam dimarco
matthew daddario
anya taylor joy
jeremy allen white
tbh i’m down for anyone!
WANTED FCS
dakota johnson
camille rowe
francisco lachowski
alex fitzalan
zoe kravitz
barbara palvin
tamino amir
rosie huntington whiteley
blanca padilla
adriana lima
jasmine tookes
zoe kravtiz
also down to play your opposites!
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Hello! 27+ F looking for long-term OC and celeb rp partners. Discord is preferred but I'm okay with joining groups. Writers must be 21 and older. My characters are fluid/queer identifying so M/M // M/F // F/F; Whatever your character identifies with is fine for either!
The FC'S I use are Joe Keery and Hunter Schafer.
I have two different OC'S for Joe, both musicians, one is a formerly homeless, now famous autistic composer/producer, and the other is a single father working in tech who almost hit it big but ultimately decided he couldn't juggle that lifestyle and being a single parent and is a bit angsty about it. My Hunter OC is a sassy misfit with a southern accent turned artist and model. Both are open for angst, fluff, and friendship! And I have plenty of plot ideas.
OC Faces and/or Celebs I'd love to write with:
Hozier (There aren't many resources for this guy which may be discouraging but I am a gif maker and can provide!)
Joe Keery
Hunter Schafer
Nico Tortorella
Daniel Sharman
Chris Evans
Manny Montana
Henry Cavill
I really love brainstorming, headcanon, talking plot, etc; I'm pretty active on discord and would really love someone who can respond at least a few times a day. I really appreciate open communication and mutual excitement for writing and connections!
I can do para's and ic texts. I tend to be a bit descriptive when writing and my characters are talkers. I really really love and prefer development through character interactions so the more you give me to work with in developing those relationships, the better! Even if your replies are on the shorter side, headcanons and discussing scenario plots to lay the groundwork/insp are very much appreciated! I love to share musings, photos, anecdotes, and inspirations based on relationships and plots and it helps make things even more fun!
Smut: As far as nsfw scenes go, I'm okay with it when the plot calls, and when comfortable enough with the writer and the established relationship, am more comfortable taking things a little further. NSFW flirting, teasing, tension, angst, and language in character conversation and interactions though, is a-okay!
If you're interested please give this a like or feel free to contact me on this oc blog here and I'll get back to you as soon as I can! Thank you. <3
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Updated Masterlist
A list of all my works, covering all the way from 2013 to today. My writing style was ROUGH back in the day, so please be kind lmao Enjoy!
Teen Wolf
Characters:
General:
Locked in the School with the Nogitsune-6/14/2014
The First Meeting-2/18/2015
Peter Hale:
Date Night, Peter Hale Style-12/19/2013
The Alpha I Love to Hate-6/9/2014
The Leather Jacket-10/2/2014
Stood Up-11/14/2014
Derek Hale:
Wine Tasting-12/21/3013
My Angel-8/27/2014
Stiles Stilinski:
Raving With Stiles-2/1/2014
Mags & Stiles-Raving With Stiles Part 2-4/8/2014
The Hole in the Wall-10/19/2014
Her Green Crayon-1/16/2015
Isaac Lahey:
His Anchor-4/24/2014
Actors:
Daniel Sharman:
Flirty Daniel-12/16/2013
Fun in the Sun-12/16/2013
Mario Kart-12/17/2013
Paintballing-12/20/2013
Daniel’s Christmas Star-1/11/2014
Wolf Watch Fluff-2/4/2014
Flappy Bird in Paris-3/31/2014
Ice Bucket Challenge-8/19/2014
Lost in Greece-12/5/2014
Ian Bohen:
Hi-Five-1/8/2014
Hoechlbear, Bobo, and Colton Take New York-4/17/2014
Stolen Kisses-7/26/2015
Dylan O’Brien:
Dylan’s Best Friend-1/10/2014
Dylan’s Best Friend Part 2-2/23/2014
Tyler Hoechlin:
The Snowball Fight-12/16/2013
A Good Day-12/17/2013
The Argument-3/8/2014
Hollywood Knights-3/15/2014
Max Carver
Amusement Park With Max-12/23/2013
Stranger Things
Characters:
Billy Hargrove
Billy Hargrove Drabble-4/19/2022
Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader-4/23/2022
More Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader-4/26/2022
Oldie From the Drafts-4/30/2022
Hargrove-Stan Request-5/7/2022
Billy’s Girl-11/20/2023
Steve Harrington
Steve Harrington Fluff-4/21/2022
Mini Steve Harrington Fluff-4/23/2022
Shut it, Harrington-4/26/2022
Screw Company Policy-5/1/2022
Bet’s On-11/20/2023
Ted Lasso
Characters:
Roy Kent
The Text -11/22/2023
That’s My Girl-11/23/2023
Stress Relief -11/26/2023
Roy Kent Fluff -11/30/2023
Miscellaneous
Hate To Watch You Go, But Love To Watch You Leave-(Mark Trent x Reader) 11/8/2023
Should I Stay, Or Should I Go (Mark Sloan x Fem!Reader) 11/20/2023
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i’m gonna kiss you now — isaac lahey x reader
༄ word count — 526
፨ characters — isaac lahey
☓ tw — none
⊹ cw — none
☇ prompt list
✎ masterlist
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you sighed, flipping through the pictures of mutilated bodies and injured people that stiles had managed to steal from his dad. they were gruesome, and there were a lot of them.
you stood by your desk, which had evidence and research sprawled across it. you were desperately trying to connect the dots, trying to figure out who was killing people in an attempt to get to isaac.
isaac walked back into your room with two cups of coffee, and that was when you realized it was almost six in the morning, and you’d been up all night. he stood next to you, looking over the photos.
“you know you can sleep, right?” you asked him, taking a sip of your coffee. “i don’t want you to stay up with me just because i’m not sleeping.”
“i don’t mind. plus i don’t want you to do all the work.”
“yeah, well, so far i’m getting nowhere.”
“maybe you’re not looking in the right places.”
“i don’t know what else to do. i mean, i’ve been searching for days, and i’ve got nothing.”
he looked at you and smirked. “you didn’t have to do this, you know.”
you returned his gaze for a few seconds. “why wouldn’t i?”
“why are you doing this? i mean, i think i can protect myself if i have to.”
you hesitated, knowing exactly why you were so keen on helping him. it wasn’t just the fact that he was one of your best friends or that not even derek could find any good information.
it was that you had a massive, inhibiting crush on him that clouded your mind every time you saw him.
and him being in danger was all you could focus on.
“i just... would really like it if you didn’t die.”
he chuckled softly to himself and smirked at you. “yeah, i’d like that, too. especially before graduating high school.”
“yeah, i’d like to keep you around for a while.”
“and i’d like to be in your life for a while.”
you looked at him again, noticing his eyes had gone soft and his smirk had changed into a big, goofy grin.
“what’s that look for?”
“for being you. and helping me with all this.”
“you don’t have to thank me for that.”
you returned your eyes to the pictures in front of you, flipping through them.
“y/n?”
“yeah?”
“i’m gonna kiss you now.”
“okay.”
and he did. he leaned in and gently yet firmly planted his lips on yours, almost as if he was afraid to hurt you. so, in return, you kissed him back, pulling him into you completely.
his hands were planted on your hips and your arms were wrapped around his neck, pulling his tall figure down to your level.
you were the first to pull away, biting your lip with a smile.
“wow.”
“yeah, wow.”
“you have no idea how long i’ve wanted that.”
he nodded. “i do, actually.”
“so... why didn’t you do that sooner?”
he shrugged. “what kind of friendship would this be if i didn’t tease you every once in a while?”
you scoffed and lightly slapped his shoulder. “asshole.”
#fanfic#fluff#isaac lahey#isaac lahey imagine#isaac lahey imagines#isaac lahey fluff#isaac lahey one shot#isaac lahey x reader#isaac lahey x y/n#daniel sharman#daniel sharman imagine#daniel sharman imagines#daniel sharman fluff#tw#teen wolf#teen wolf imagines#mtv
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Weeping Monk x Reader : Cloaked Beauty One-shot
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Summary: The struggles with your body image begin to affect your happiness. Your two recently acquired companions, Lancelot and Percival, notice the changes.
Notes: Insecure plus size y/n. Fluff. Stuff I wrote when I was feeling down.
Warnings: Possible ED symptoms/signals (?)
Word Count: 3K+
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It had been a while since you bumped into the pair on the road.
A Fey child, and a man who accompanied him that turned out to be off the Ash Folk. A Fey kind long believed to be lost to the war.
It was the boy, Percival, who was the first to strike up a conversation with you in an inn while Lancelot had wanted to remain discreet.
You had been sitting in a corner, in the shadows to eat your meal. Shadows had covered you and still you felt eyes staring at you often.
The hood of your cloak had been pulled up as far as it could, it was almost touching the tip of your nose.
Needless to say, when a child plopped down on the chair opposite of you, it gave you quite the fright.
What started with offering Percival a bite to eat, ended with an offer to shelter them for a night.
Just one night, in your humble home that had a spare room after the passing of your parents, that had been the plan.
As it had been the plan of Lancelot too.
One night.
That turned out differently when they saw you struggle with making much needed repairs to the house.
A broken window, a door that barely closed.
No, the place was not safe for a woman alone.
One week. Then two. After that Lancelot had stopped speaking off when he would leave with the boy and you never brought it up again either.
To him, you were the perfect balance for Percival.
A person who was not as afraid to show affection to the boy, compared to a person who did not even know how.
The prospect of journeying further had faded to the background, especially when you were willing to trust him even after you learned the truth about who he was.
At first you had thought Lancelot stayed just to help, but when the repairs were done it baffled you to realize he just stayed to…stay.
Growing up under the scrutiny of others about your appearance had left you with low self-esteem.
Why would anyone want to stay near you? Your parents had asked the question more than once, always pointing out that if you lost weight, you’d gain more attention and friends.
Alas, they had diminished you to nothing more than an appearance that was not up to par according to them.
Therefore your favorite piece of clothing was a cloak two sizes too big. It hid you from the world, for the world would not want to see you.
Summer or winter, the cloak remained.
Even now, in the heat of the sun you wore it to go outside after Lancelot and Percival agreed to visit the market.
It wasn’t a long walk, but gods the cloak under the burning sun was enough to make someone faint.
Asking to stop for a moment, for the third time already, felt humiliating “Can we stop for a moment again? I’m sorry, I just feel so thirsty.”
Lancelot halted along with the boy, seeing you visibly struggle in this weather.
Percival came to your side “Are you alright?”
The kindness of the child always made you feel a little better “I’m alright. I just need a moment.”
To your dismay, your tankard of water was already empty. You weren’t going to speak off it and just hoped you would be fine until you reached the market.
The Ash Man was not blind, he could see the struggle and offered you his tankard “Here, you need to drink.”
Refusing was no use, so you took the tankard and tried not to drink it all “Thank you, Lancelot.”
When he touched the hood of your cloak it made you flinch.
Were you so afraid of people seeing you?
He withdrew his hand “The cloak is causing you to overheat, y/n. Let me carry it for you.”
The answer was a resolute “No.”
He did not need to ask why, you’d never tell him the truth he already knew.
Always the cloak.
Wrapped around you to hide the curves of your body from sight.
Countless of times you had hid in your cloak or behind the two Fey who where far more confident, especially Percival.
Always the cloak.
Your physical shield when your lowered self-esteem won from what was true.
Before he could try to convince you, you handed him back the tankard “Come on, let’s continue before it gets too late.”
“We have time-” He protested, knowing that you often pushed yourself over your limits.
You disagreed “Some things I need, sell out quickly.”
The vendors who offered interesting prices were often out of wares within hours.
At the market, after purchasing what you needed first, your favorite thing to do was see if they had any clothing items that Percival could use.
It had been the first thing you did when the boy tagged along to the market the first time while Lancelot remained at the house.
That evening, Lancelot was baffled to see Percival show off his new clothes and offered to repay you, which you waved away.
You were not rich, you were not poor, you were well.
Your parents made and fixed shoes for a living, successfully so, while you were popular even with those at court for your embroidery skills.
It was honest work and you earned your living.
The next time you had went to the market with Percival, the boy helped pick out something for the tall Ash Man too.
In the hopes that Lancelot would accept the gift, you had been clever enough to let the boy be the one to give it.
And when Lancelot tried to politely decline, you just told him you’d prefer him to have clothes of his own instead of your father’s.
After that, he did accept them.
Today you skimmed along the stalls of clothing, often questioning both of them if they saw something they liked.
Lancelot always said ‘No.’
While Percival said ‘yes’ to everything until the Ash Man reeled the boy in.
He never let the boy out off his sights at the market, especially when walking past the stalls where they sold weapons.
It was quite unexpected when Lancelot was the one to point something out for you in one of the stalls, he’d never done so before.
The soft linen of a dress contrasted against the roughness of his palm “Y/n. Would this not be something you would want?”
Out of all the things he could have pointed out, it had to be the dress you had eyed more than once in the past. It wasn’t the price that bothered you, you just believed it would not fit you. And the dress was one that would draw attention, something you wished to avoid.
“It wouldn’t fit me.” You admitted without much thought.
A frown creased his forehead and he had Percival join in on it “I believe it would suit you well. What do you think, Percival?”
The boy was not one to lie, at least not about things like this, and he told his truth “It goes with her eye color.”
Clearly they had not understood you when you said it would not ‘fit’ you “That is sweet, but it wouldn’t fit me.”
This time you gestured up and down yourself, then proceeded to search the stall for things that would fit one of them.
Lancelot remained with the dress for a moment, swallowing all he wished to say when realizing you truly believed this dress would not fit.
Now he was no expert, but the dress was a match for you.
With reluctance he dropped the topic and hoped his disappointment was not visible to the eye.
And you still looked unwell, if he had not left Goliath at the house he would have insisted that you traveled on the horse.
He caught up with you again “Percival looks hungry. Perhaps we could stop at the inn?”
Percival looked up at him confused “I’m not-”
With a nudge he silenced the boy.
Now that it was necessary, the boy was not hungry…
The child glared up at him before seeing the look the Ash Man shared “Actually, I am.”
You agreed to the plan “Oh? That’s a good idea then.”
Even though Lancelot knew the way, he led you lead them there while trying to discreetly let the boy know that you weren’t feeling so well.
In the inn after some back and forth, you agreed to Lancelot paying for his meal and Percival’s. He had insisted to pay for all, which you declined.
Lancelot often spend time hunting in the woods, it was how he earned his keep now, he hunted so you could sell what was caught at the market.
But you wanted him to save the coin instead of spending it, especially when it came to you, you could look after yourself just fine.
You had picked something small to eat and got a tankard of water along with it.
The water went down just fine, but you didn’t manage to quiet the demons in your mind enough to take a bite of your meal.
People were staring at you again, you couldn’t get a bite down your throat like this.
Lancelot wanted you out of the sun and hoped the later it got, the cooler the weather would become. And now his worry increased when he saw you refuse to eat.
“Are you not hungry?” He knew the answer already.
You lied “I’ve never eaten this before. I’m not sure I like it.”
Percival leaned over the table and stole a piece from your plate, popping it in his mouth “I taste nothing wrong with it.”
For a second Lancelot shut his eyes at the boy’s bad manners.
You began to move your plate towards the boy only to be stopped by the Ash Man.
He made an attempt to fix the situation “If you are going to give this to him, at least let me pay for something else for you.”
Politely you declined again “Thank you, but I will just drink my water. I’m not really hungry anyway and I’d rather give it to Percival than let it go to waste.”
The pleading look on Percival’s face made him yield.
Your stomach would be empty, but a child’s would be filled.
You drank the water slowly, finding yourself avoiding Lancelot’s eyes more than once.
Did you see concern in them or were you imagining it?
No, there were too many looks aimed at you to dissect them all correctly.
So, you kept your eyes on the table and watched Percival enjoy the food.
After the meal, the three of you returned home.
Luckily the sun was going down, you had had enough of the heat and weren’t feeling well at all. Your head hurt and you felt like you had walked around the earth without sleep.
The first thing Lancelot did upon returning to the house was going to see if Goliath was alright.
The horse had it’s shelter under a wooden canopy that was build against the side of the house.
Percival yawned loudly and not much later he was climbing the stairs to the bedroom he shared with the Ash Man.
Where you kept your cloak on for a while longer, Lancelot had grown comfortable enough to take his off the second he entered the home.
You put away the vegetables and fruits you had bought at the market, then took his share of coins from the pocket of your dress.
He had refused his share before and knew you were too stubborn to allow it, so he took it “Why did you not eat anything at the inn?”
Your shoulders shrugged “People were staring at me, I hate it when it happens.”
When he breached the topic, you were quick to remove yourself from the room before it could lead to more questions.
But he was clever, it had not been the first time you had tried this.
You went to open the door to your bedroom that was next to the living area, his arm blocked your path inside.
He studied your face “You do not look well. Do you want some water to drink?”
You shook your head to decline and doing so allowed the vertigo to kick in, to avoid a fall you leaned against the wall with your back.
Lancelot took hold of your arm, making sure that if your condition got worse he would be able to help you to the floor without bones breaking “Careful. Take some deep breaths.”
You took the advice to heart and tried not to panic, after a minute of controlling your breathing it did get better.
He pushed open the door of your room and slowly led you to the bed so you could take a seat.
“Slowly.” He warned, fearing that the sudden change in position would cause you to faint after all.
With his help, you were able to sit down safely.
He gestured for you to stay seated, walked out and returned seconds later with a tankard of water and some fruit “Take this. The sun must have taken it’s toll on your body. Drink and eat.”
You took the tankard and it threatened to spill by how strong your hands were trembling.
To him it was only normal to help you with the task of holding the tankard if you could not do so on your own. The shaking decreased after drinking half of the water and he placed the tankard on the ground.
When he saw you refuse the fruit, he offered “Tell me what you want to eat and I will fetch it for you.”
You shook your head, those cursed thoughts were screaming at you. It was not rare for you to have a bad day mentally, but today was awful. No matter how much you wished to hide it, nothing seemed to slip past his watchful eyes. Some days you could not bring yourself to eat around anyone, out of fear that doing so would get you a mean comment.
Your parents had made so many cold remarks and even now they still haunted you.
Today those remarks were heavy on your shoulders. Tomorrow could be better.
But not today. Not now.
He was firm when needed be “You have walked in the blistering heat all day on an empty stomach.”
“I know you’re worried. But I will be fine, I just need some sleep and I’ll be better tomorrow.” It sounded like you were still trying to convince yourself of it as well.
Lancelot was trying his best and reached out to you from his own experience “I lived my whole life believing I was something I was not. It is hard to see the truth when our own demons refuse to let us do so.”
You shook your head slightly, knowing what he was trying to do. He was not a fool, it was only a matter of time before he noticed you almost always had your cloak on.
Was he truly trying to make you think you did not know the truth about your appearance?
It came out colder than you had wished for it to sound “Spare me your pity. I know what I am.”
Did you truly believe others perceived you so wrongly?
The one he had caught staring was a man who kept looking at your rear every chance there was.
And seeing another look at you in such a way had gotten under his skin more than once.
At first he had blamed it on feeling protective over you, until he caught himself doing what he was hating others for.
He did not avoid confrontation “What are you then?”
You scoffed bitterly at how he continued to pretend not to see it “I know why people stare at me, Lancelot. That’s why I wear the cloak all the time. No one wants to see someone like me.”
The thought that you believed that… no, it couldn’t truly be this bad…
He needed to hear it, to hear you say exactly what was haunting you because it stunned him so greatly.
And there was even anger in him, what terrible things had been said and done to you to make you think of yourself like this?
At this point, he was far more stern and chased the truth “Someone like you?”
You gestured to yourself, getting quite short with him “You saw how it was in the inn, I could barely move around!”
He found himself protesting “The place was packed with people-”
“Please, just stop. Please.” You hid your face in your hands “I’ve always been unappealing. I have learned to live with it.”
Silence fell, you no longer wished to speak of this, It hurt too much.
He could not voice his opinion on the matter.
No, not without crossing a boundary that had always been there between you.
A moment passed before he sat down beside you on the bed.
“Who told you this?” He made his voice sound as gentle as he could.
Your eyes remained on the floor “Everyone.”
That could not be correct.
Lancelot hoped to change the opinion you had on yourself “I did not. Percival has not either.”
The past with your parents had never been brought up and you did not wish to do so.
The past was the past, and it was where they belonged.
He changed tactics “You have seen my scars, now those are unappealing to the eye.”
It was kind of sweet that he was trying to lift your spirits, but he was throwing himself to the block to do so, your voice grew softer “It’s not the same. Scars or not, you could never be unappealing to someone.”
Oh?
That was perhaps the first compliment he’d ever received on his appearance and for it to come from you made it all the more meaningful.
It made him more comfortable to speak openly “They do not stare at your body for the reason you believe they do.”
The confusion on your face was genuine “What do you mean?”
He took what he considered the greatest risk in his life and touched the strings that held the cloak around you.
Upon doing so, it was like you shrunk before him.
Still, he undid the knot and let the cloak fall from your shoulders.
It had been too warm today to be wearing it and even now it was not much colder. Part of him wished to take it out of the house and let it disappear, but the cloak was not at fault, it was what gave you a sense of safety.
When you felt him take it from you, you caught his wrist to prevent it “My cloak…”
The times you had touched him he could count them on his one hand. Usually it had been an accident.
So this felt far more intimate than it was intended to be to him.
His wrist was released and he balled the cloak up and put it down between you “This cloak cannot hide your kind heart. Or the curves of your body that you wish to hide.” he used his own experience with hiding beneath a cloak “People always see us.”
It made your heart sink, of course you knew that a cloak could never hide everything but it was your safe haven.
Hearing it only made you want to hide from sight again and by reflex you reached for the cloak.
But he had anticipated it and put his hand over it to prevent it.
Not once did you meet his eyes, your own were getting hazy by the tears that threatened to show “Why are you doing this?”
Subconsciously he was leaning closer “I see how others see you, they do not view you as you do yourself. You were right, at least one man was starring at you in the inn that I could see. Two at the market.”
You refused to believe what it implied “Don’t be ridiculous.”
The scoff he emitted sounded partly like a chuckle, after a quiet second he said “Eleven.”
The number had you frown at him “What?”
His fingers felt the warmth still present on the cloak “Eleven men have looked at you in a way that a monk would be send to the whip for.”
And with two of them, he had to actually interfere when they had the blatant intend to touch you without you noticing. Always at the market, where a crowded place could make it look like an ‘accident’.
Your eyes flickered to his and dropped to the floor again upon seeing the warmth and kindness in them “It’s not true.”
“I would not lie to you.” To hear you reject even the possibility of it was difficult to witness.
You stood up from the bed, still feeling somewhat lightheaded
The house consisted only of the two bedchambers and one living area that also served it’s purpose as a kitchen, there wasn’t much of a chance to retreat to a place to be alone.
You turned to him “I know you’re just trying to cheer me up. But nothing you say changes the truth.”
That stubborn nature in him only made him more determined to get the point across “I will not feed you lies to make you feel better.”
The firm tone he had now was quick to silence you.
He rose to his feet as well, took two steps in the direction of the door and then stopped “Do you trust me?”
Not once had he harmed you and he’d sworn not to, he had always kept to his word.
“I do.” You admitted.
This man was agile, light on his feet and quick to action.
Before you could even guess what he was about to do, it was already happening.
Your arms flailed beside you when he cradled your head and brought his lips down on yours.
What started as a kiss fierce enough that felt like it was meant to scare away all your doubts, faded into a declaration he could have never brought into words.
It felt surreal to be on the receiving end of this man’s attention.
He was a monk, terribly handsome and a good man under a stoic veil.
He broke away to see your response but did not stray far from your lips.
Perhaps actions spoke louder than words.
With widened eyes you stared into his “What are you doing?”
His voice was silk to your ears “Kissing you.”
Your thoughts were slowly catching up “Why?”
Honesty was a virtue he held high, even now “While others stare, I shall be the one to show you why they do so.”
Now he let you decide the course of action and held back on tasting your breaths again.
Your fingertips touched his cheek in wonderment, as if you could not believe he was real and this was actually happening “I think I need to be shown again…”
That was an invite he did not pass up on and he proceeded to show it for many years.
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HONEY BEE
Pairing: Daniel sharman x Black Fem! Reader
A/N: this was requested and I thought it was such a beautiful idea! Took me a while but it’s worth the wait, promise! <3
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iamy/n Frances Bee Sharman — born 5 weeks ago. Of course our baby would show up in the middle of a global pandemic! We’re all healthy and beyond happy. Having an amazing support system during this time is crucial and so is having a partner that is patient, loving, and a great parent. danielsharman is the best father I could ever imagine for frances. Our little bee deserves the best life has to offer and I know he would do anything to make sure she has/had that. As I’m writing this I am periodically looking over at my beautiful husband’s sleeping form, one arm under his pillow and the other flung over our daughter. The pure feeling of euphoria I get when I look at the picture perfect view beside me is everything I’ve ever wanted. I love my family more than life itself.
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danielsharman The lack of sleep, diaper changes, spit up, and crying is all worth it when moments like this occur. Thank you thisisy/n for making my wildest dreams come true and giving me a daughter. My love for the both of you runs deep.
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Dating Isaac Lahey would include
Headcanon
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♥You guys taking it slow
♥Hime being scared of hurting you
♥“I don’t know if I can control it, y/n.”
♥Him being distant in the beginning because of his father
♥Isaac finally opening up to you.
♥“Isaac, I’m so sorry. I love you so much.”
♥That being the first time you guys say you love each other
♥”You love me?”
♥Him pulling you in for a kiss
♥“I love you too.”
♥Him ALWAYS being the big spoon
♥He tried to let you be big spoon once, but it triggered his claustrophobia and he had a panic attack
♥You being one of the only people he trusts
♥Him constantly worrying about you
♥“y/n what if I can’t save you this time?”
♥You being his number one fan during lacrosse
♥Him always looking for you in the stands every time he make a point
♥Him being really nervous about hurting you during sex
♥You convincing him he won’t
♥He thinks its really hot to very lightly choke you
♥You start to get insecure about Allison
♥Him constantly assuring you that he only loves you
♥He really likes giving you hickeys
♥Like really likes it
♥“I’ll make sure everyone sees these.”
♥You guys both love watching action movies
♥Him trying to teach you how to play lacrosse
♥You end up in a heated make out session
♥He always talks to you about everything
♥You guys always study together
♥Him being the sweetest boyfriend ever
♥You guys both love each other so much
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scisaac forever
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Pity the Living
Daniel Sharman x Reader Series
A/N: The Much Requested, and By Requested, I mean @rogershoe wanted me to write this, MY DANIEL SHARMAN FANFICTION!!!!!! The character that Y/N plays is based on my OC for FTWD and is not an actual character in FTWD. Basic Premise of the setting for this chapter is that they're in high-school/ secondary school. But for the majority of the story(minus flashbacks) it's set in 2016/17 when s3 of FTWD was filmed.
Story Summary: When (Y/N) (L/N) reunites with a high-school friend on the set of the job she's been working on for the past 2-3 years, not only is she excited to work with the guy who inspired her to go into acting, but to hear about what he's done since she's seen him. But the more they talk, the more she realizes, this reunion is not going the way she had planned.
CW: Cursing? brief mention of alcohol, anxiety, mentions of food, fake dagger, fake blood, bets,
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Career Day
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Most of the students around you were chorusing to the tune of your school anthem, but not you. You had heard the melody and sung it almost a million times. Whether you were exaggerating or not, not even you knew. Instead, you were whispering and laughing with one of your best friends, Daniel Sharman.
You met Daniel when you first came to the school. You didn't know many people. You didn't even know yourself in this place. It was a completely foreign experience, but he stuck by your side and showed you around.
Since then, you had made friends, joined the swim team, learned your way around the school without ending up in the boys' restrooms instead of the girls' ones. Despite not needing Daniel to show you around anymore, he still provided plenty of comedic support and pick-me-ups and was a great mate all around.
Your teacher had just finished introducing all the parents who were presenting at career day. The assignment being after the presentations were finished, you were supposed to think about what you wanted to be in the future. You had no idea what you wanted to be. But of course… Daniel did.
"An actor."
"An actor?" he nodded. "Like Macbeth?"
"No, Macbeth is a character. An actor is a person who plays the character."
"Why an actor?"
"Dunno. Just seems right."
You frowned. "Huh, that's nice. Knowing what you want to be."
"You could always try acting. It's worth a shot."
"Hah, if I ever tried acting, it would probably be when I'm old, senile, and look like Betty White."
"Oh, come on. You're a great actress!"
"What's that supposed to mean, Sharman?" you gasped.
"Just that you tell fibs and stories as if they were the truth. That's all acting is."
"I DO NOT!"
"How did you convince your mum that your dog jumped onto the table and ate the cake without making any noise last weekend, then?" You opened your mouth to speak before closing it.
"Cat got your tongue?" he teased.
"Shut up, Sharman."
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L/N Residence
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You and Daniel were both swimming in the pool in your backyard when Daniel asked you the question.
"Did you think about it?"
Still floating, you asked, "About what?"
"Acting."
You laughed incredulously. "You were serious?"
"Of course I was." He swam closer to you and pulled your leg down, making you flop around and splash water.
"WHAT THE HELL!"
"Was just trying to get your attention," he remarked innocently.
You coughed. "You had it."
"Picture this," he waved you off. "Us, on the red carpet-"
"Who's red carpet?"
"Does it matter? We'll be each other's dates anyways."
"Why is that?" you asked.
"Because we're best friends."
"What if one of us has a boyfriend or girlfriend?"
He shrugged. "Ok, whatever. We're on the red carpet separately. It's both of ours red carpet-"
"So, does that mean we're in a movie together?"
"Yes, Y/N," he muttered exasperatedly.
"But that's impossible?"
"Why do you say that?"
You leaned closer to his ear. "BECAUSE I'M NOT BECOMING AN ACTOR."
He jumped away from you, proceeding to splash you with water.
"Mark my words. I know talent when I see it."
You sighed. "Could this just be you not wanting to be lonely in the acting world?"
He jutted his lip and spoke in a whiny voice. "Maybe…"
You laughed before splashing a giant wave of water at him. While he still had water in his eyes, you dove under and pulled him down.
He flailed around before his head popped up, and he calmed down.
"WHAT THE HELL!"
"PAYBACK, SHARMAN!"
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Announcement
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The intercom gave a heavy buzz, and static-y noises ran amok over the building before a voice actually came through the speakers.
"Hello, Teachers, Students, and Faculty. Welcome back to school. We hope that you all enjoyed your holidays and got the rest you needed to pay attention in class today," the last part was passive. Your principal gave more announcements for clubs and sports around the school, such as upcoming games or reminders for students to buy the school yearbook.
You were nodding along interested, or looking for interest really when something caught your best friend's attention.
"The school will also be hosting its first-ever play, Romeo and Juliet. Interested people should report to the music room before the end of the week to receive information."
You saw Daniel's eyes widen only moments before he spoke up. "Hey," he waved at you. "You should audition!"
"Daniel, are you insane?"
He chuckled, "No, but I think you'd like it."
You tried arguing, but he wasn't taking no for an answer. "You're the one who said you didn't know what you wanted to do after you graduated. Doing this cannot hurt."
"Yeah, it can't hurt until I trip on my costumes and break my neck!"
"That rarely ever happens," he said exasperatedly. "Ok, how about this? You audition, and if you end up getting a role and actually doing the play, I'll give you fifty pounds."
You squinted. "Do you even have fifty pounds to give me?"
"Do you even have to ask," he feigned shock in the accusation? You gave a sour face before he truthfully answered. "Fine, I don't have it now. But I will by the time the play comes around."
"What do I get just for auditioning?"
"I'll convince my mum to make that cake you like."
"Fine."
"BUT!" he exclaimed. "You have to audition for Juliet."
"You're kidding?"
He laughed. "No, I'm not. You have to audition for Juliet."
"I hate you," you mumbled before sighing a whispered 'fine.'
He gave a toothy smile. "Then we have a deal."
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Auditions
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You reluctantly walked onto the stage, Daniel's widening grin so visible in the audience. He said that he only put his name on the audition sheet so he could watch the auditions. He would've already been gone by the time it was his turn.
"Hello, My name is Y/n L/n, and I am auditioning for Juliet," your lips pressing into a straight line after saying the sentence.
You stammered through your first few lines. "Sh-Shall I speak ill of him— that is my husband?" You said with a laugh.
"Ah," you paused and clicked your tongue. "Poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name… When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?"
You said your following line in an accusatory manner. "But wherefore, villain... didst thou kill my cousin?" you said, though your voice squealed trying to pronounce 'didst.' "That villain cousin would have killed my husband."
"Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring!" Your voice rose and fell several octaves. "Your tributary drops belong to woe, Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy." Fake tears spring to your eyes, your voice cracked, and you began slowly falling against an invisible wall.
You looked down at your paper for what to say next. "My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain; And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband. All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then?" You wiped your cheeks dramatically.
"Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death, That murd'red me. I would forget it fain;" your lips quivered, and you sucked in deep, heaving breaths before speaking your line.
"But O, it presses to my memory. Like damnèd guilty deeds to sinners' minds! 'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo--banishèd!" You shouted.
You stood back up in a startling jump, and with a proud smile, you said triumphantly, "And Scene!"
The directors and some students in the audience, especially Daniel, gave a round of applause before the director dismissed you.
You took the steps to the stage and sat next to Daniel as the director called the next student to audition.
"You were amazing! The director might as well have given you the role right then and there."
You laughed, "Hang on, charmer. There were a bunch of Juliet's who literally said that entire thing so… fluently. I stammered through the whole thing."
"But you showed more emotion than anyone else. You only had a week to prepare. The actual show will be like child's play."
"They want people who can memorize and recite. The emotion can be added later, but it's worth nothing if they forget their lines."
"There is such a thing called improvising for a reason," he reassured.
"Who in their right, bloody minds wants to improvise Shakespeare?"
He turned his head and chuckled before waving a five-pound note in front of your face. "Here, I got to go before they call me, but you earned this at least."
"Five pounds for being forced to audition for a stupid play so you can prove a point? Wow, you must really fancy me, huh, Sharman?" you said sarcastically.
"Goodbye, L/n," he whispered before sneaking out the back door of the auditorium.
"Alright, next up. Daniel Sharman!" The director shouted your friend's name a few more times before giving up.
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Headmasters Office
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A week after your audition, you were called to the headmasters' office. Thus is the cause of the curious looks from your classmates. Oohs and Aahs flooded your ears as you grabbed your bag and headed out the door to the front of the school.
When you got to the front of the building and went into the headmasters' office, you saw the Theatre director, Ms Parker, standing behind the desk. "Headmaster Leo allowed me to use his office to do this. Isn't that cool?"
Ms Parker was one of the younger teachers in school. She was twenty-four, and this was her first year teaching after receiving her bachelor's degree in education and a master's degree in music production. A fact she could astoundingly ramble about for fifteen minutes. As proven at the auditions.
"I didn't want to call you to the theatre room. That would be too predictable, correct?" You'd come to realize she was a very eccentric woman. "I have called you in here to inform you that you have been selected to perform in this year's play of Romeo and Juliet."
A wave of shock coursed through your body, and you were sure it reflected on your face. "Are you sure?"
"Darling, I'm positive!- your audition was totally spectacular! So brilliant-in fact- that I am completely sure in my choice to make you our female lead- Juliet!"
"What!" Your eyes widened into a blank stare. Your thoughts were running rampant in your mind. You thought that performing on the stage would be a breeze when you weren't the lead.
"Ms Parker, I didn't actually want the part of Juliet! It's just that my friend dared me to audition for Juliet! Is there no way I can get a smaller part? I'm no Juliet. The show would be ruined," you rambled.
The directors' facial expressions softened, "Darling, you are the only choice. None of the other people who auditioned can even compare to the amount of passion you produced in that audition. I am determined to have you as our Juliet."
You whimpered out an "Ok." Professors had a strange way of convincing you to do extra credit assignments or things that aren't necessary.
"We have a chemistry read for you and a few of our other choices for Romeo after school today. Do you need to contact a parent to let them know where you'll be?"
"Uh, yes, please."
After you made your call, you walked back to your classroom with shaky hands. The class period was almost over, but you had to tell Daniel that you had gotten a part in the show. Not just any part- THE PART!
You shuffled into the classroom reluctantly. All eyes were on you as every student had assumed you'd been in trouble. Either suspended, expelled, or told your parents were going to have a sit-down with the headmaster.
You took your seat next to Daniel before taking out a piece of paper and writing out a note, encompassing the words, "I got the part!"
You slid the sheet discreetly onto his desk. When he read it, his eyes widened, and he quietly moved his hands toward yours, beckoning for a high five.
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First Rehearsal
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After the chemistry read, the role of Romeo was given to a kid named James Mercer-Allen got the part. Though it was more because the directors were starting to become tired.
The next day was the first rehearsal. Swimming season was last semester, so there was no clash in schedules with the play.
"Alright, this rehearsal is to get acquainted with the stage, your fellow actors, and directors," she insisted. "Now, let's introduce ourselves. Can our Romeo please stand up?"
James stood up and gave a brief introduction. You were called on next. You stated your name, "I was on the swim team last semester, and I'm in my thirteenth year. I hope I can do this role justice."
More students stood up to introduce themselves. The entire process took more than thirty minutes.
The next thing to happen was that the rest of the students were called to recite lines for various roles. The only parts that had been cast preliminarily were Romeo and Juliet.
You and James had sat on the wooden stools unless there was a scene going on that needed Romeo and/or Juliet.
By the end of the first rehearsal, the majority of the speaking roles were cast. You went home exhausted but not expecting the conversation that waited for you.
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The Talk
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"We're moving?" you shouted at your parents from your seat across from them in the sitting room. "What do you mean we're moving."
"Honey, your dad got a job in the states, so we have to move," your mother argued.
"But what about school? No school will take me in the middle of the year, and it's my last year of secondary school. I don't want to spend the rest of my last year knowing nobody."
Your dad, the man of the hour, spoke up. "Dear, we're moving at the end of the year. After school ends."
"But- What about Uni?"
"You said you were taking a sabbatical year!"
"Yes, so I could intern in London!"
"Can't you intern in California?" Your mother whined.
"We're going to California? It's the furthest state?"
Your dad attempted to reassure you but failed. "Darling, it won't be that bad. Maybe you'll like it there more than you like it here!"
"I could never like anywhere more than I like it here!"
You agreed to go to your room and spent the rest of the day there. Later on, after you finished moping, you ringed up your closest friends to tell them you were moving. You did that until you were so tired you fell asleep on the phone with Sarah before you even called Daniel.
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Confrontation
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"Why am I hearing from everyone besides you that you're moving?" Daniel appeared out of thin air behind you, and the accusation was an assault on your conscience.
You could lie and tell him that you wanted to reveal that to him in person, or you could just tell him the truth- say you fell asleep. Mix-and-Match? You ended up just telling the truth. "I fell asleep when I was making some of my other calls. I was going to tell you, I swear!"
"Why didn't you call me first. I'm your best friend?"
"That's why! It was too hard. I kept putting it off and putting it off and putting it off because I didn't want to tell you, I don't want it to be true, and telling you of all people would make it feel real."
"Why can't you stay for Uni?"
"I already told my parents I was taking a gap year. I didn't apply to any colleges."
"Crap!" he sighed. "Ok, well, we're going to have to make the most of it. And! You're getting a going away party!"
"Daniel, I don't need-"
"No debate! You are getting a going away party!"
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Opening Night
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Four months later, after all the rehearsals and memorizations of lines. After much running around the entire film department, it was finally opening night, and your nerves were shot.
You were scrambling all morning to find everything you needed. All your costumes were at the school, but you still needed to bring your black leotard, skin-coloured tights, and wear your hair in an up-do style.
You decided to do your skincare routine, but your panic got the best of you, and you forgot what every single product was used for.
Daniel came over and helped you get ready but found you practically hyperventilating.
Your parents drove you both to the theatre, and when Ms Parker told you that Daniel couldn't be backstage, you promptly told her that he was your emotional support. After much arguing, she finally let him backstage.
Around an hour before showtime, the director told Daniel that he had to go wait in the audience if he already bought his ticket or that he had to go do it now.
Before he left, he gave you a pep-talk. "Hey, so one time, I was in this play, and the idea was that I was expelled, and there was a piece of paper I had to give my 'mother,' but I lost it. So we had to improvise, but I couldn't find the paper, and I felt horrible. So just know, even if you forget your lines, you must improvise, and remember, it still probably won't compare to the embarrassment I felt that day. So you can laugh at my humiliation. "
You chuckled, "I will. Ok, go before you get in trouble."
"Ok, me, our parents and all your friends will be in the front row. I've already reserved the entire row. I brought a whole bag of jackets just for that reason!"
"You can't do that," you said in between cackles.
"For you, I'll do anything," he grinned.
A few hours later and the show was almost done. "What's here? A cup, closed in my true love's hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end," you wept.
"O, churl! Drunk all and left no friendly drop to help me after? I will kiss thy lips; Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, to die with thine restorative." You leaned over James and let your hair fall to the side of your head to cover your face. You pulled back without actually kissing James.
"Thy lips are warm."
A whispery voice came from offstage, "Which way?" The cue for you to take the poison, which was actually cranberry juice.
"Yea, noise? Then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!" You grabbed the dagger and brought it near your chest. "This is thy sheath;" you drew the fake knife back three inches from your chest and stabbed it to where the bag of more cranberry juice was and punctured the bag. 'Blood' soaked through your dress. "There rust, and let me die." You fell dramatically onto the altar and waited for the scene to end as the crowd cheered.
After the show, you dashed into the crowd where your friends and family waited for you. Ovations and Applauses were passed, lauded boxes of chocolates and gorgeous roses were given.
When you got to Daniel, he practically tackled you with a hug. "I actually thought you died for a split second. The blood looked so real."
"Daniel, most people don't bleed that fast, do they?"
"I don't know but fear kicked in, and I couldn't make sense of anything."
You grinned and almost went to your parents before Daniel grabbed your arm. "You don't have a date to the Leavers ball, do you?"
"No, I don't. Why?"
He sighed. "Well, I was thinking that you could go with me. I don't have a date either."
You squinted, thinking there was some ulterior motive behind his actions. "Ok, I'll go with you if you give me the money you owe me before then."
"It's right here," he smiled.
Your face scrunched up, but you reluctantly agreed. You only had a month of school left, and you might as well spend it having fun with your friends.
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The Leavers Ball and the Getaway Party
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You were dressed in a light blue, pleated, Mikado prom dress that cut off at mid-thigh. You had black wedges on your feet and a black pearl-beaded bracelet on your arm.
You were wearing a half-up, half-down style that framed your face and a silver necklace with a circle-shaped diamond.
You were sitting in the parlour when Daniel rang the doorbell. He was ten minutes late.
"Sorry," he said when your dad answered it. "I know I'm late. I was picking up Kat and James."
Kat and James were your and Daniel's respective friends who'd started last year after you and Daniel introduced them.
"Hi," you popped out of the shadows. "Alright, Mom, Dad, we're late, so we're just going to get goi-"
"Wait! I have to take pictures! Go get Kat and James."
"No, Mom. No pictures!"
"It's only right. I just want a few. We can take it outside."
You sighed but reluctantly caved into your mother's will.
The four of you took pictures outside of Daniel's Jeep Wrangler. You took ones with silly faces, just girls, just boys, and ones with all four of you before your parents allowed you to leave.
You were forty minutes late, and the ball was already in full swing by the time you got there.
You got on the dance floor immediately because one of your favourite songs was playing, but the DJ switched the song as soon as you found a decent spot. It was a slow song. You chuckled, and Daniel put his hands on your waist.
"Well, this is awkward."
A few minutes later, Daniel posed an interesting question.
"Did you know that I had a crush on you when you first came to school?"
"Uh, you stammered. "No, I didn't know that."
"Yeah, I did. It was short, though. Surface-level."
"Oh," you said. "Should I take offence to that?"
"What?" His eyes widened in realization with what he said. "No, that's not what I meant. You have an amazing personality. I just meant that… I just meant I like you more as a friend than to ruin that with any of those feelings."
"Oh, ok. You wouldn't have, though."
"I wouldn't?"
"No, everyone needs an ego boost every once in a while."
"Haha!"
"And besides, I've had feelings for you at one point too. But it was very cliche, so I tried to shake it as hard as I could."
"Oh?" He raised his eyebrows. "And did you?"
"Like I said, as hard as I could. If it's still there somewhere, it's buried very deep, so much so that I was embarrassed."
"Embarrassed to like me?"
"I mean embarrassed to try and make my life seem like some movie."
"Oh, well, if you did, it would've just made you that much better as an actress. Speaking of that, would you consider acting in the least?"
"Maybe, now that I'm leaving, it's basically the last thing I have to connect me to you."
"No," he said, pointing to your bracelet. "You have that."
You had forgotten that it was Daniel who gave it to you, but the realization brought a smile to your face. "Oh yeah, I'll never take it off."
Later on, long before the ball ended, you saw many of your friends leaving.
"Hey, are you ready to go?" Daniel approached you.
"Where is everyone going?"
He wriggled his eyebrows. "Afterparty!"
"But it's not over?"
"Quit being a party popper and just come with us, L/N!"
You gave in, something you did a lot, and you all started driving. When you got there, you realized you were at Daniel's house.
"The afterparty is at your house?" you asked.
"Well…" James answered.
Kat joined in. "It's really an afterparty!"
"This is your going away party!" Daniel finished.
"But I'm not going away for another month."
"Well, now you have an entire month for people to give you gifts and stuff, and you don't have to worry about the party!" He reasoned.
"But why did it have to be after the Leavers ball?"
"Because you're already in a dress, and it has to be a surprise! Surprise!" Kat exclaimed.
"Alright, fine!"
The entire night you partied and danced, and though you didn't drink alcohol, plentiful amounts of pop and mocktails were passed around. The music was a delight to your ears with all your favourite songs. There were chips and pizza with all your favourite toppings.
"This party is awesome!"
Daniel grinned. "Well, I am an amazing party planner if I do say so myself."
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Airport
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Daniel's parents drove your family to the airport. Your parents had sold the car. Your dad would return in a week to close a deal on the house. Everything was official, and now you were leaving.
You got out of the car, and the tears forcefully began to fall.
"I'm really gonna miss you, jerk," you said disdainfully to Daniel.
He chuckled. "I'm going to miss you more."
"Impossible!"
He wiped the fallen tear from your eye, and for a moment, you could see every single multi-coloured speck in his eyes and noticed how sometimes they looked blue, and at others, they looked grey or green.
You noticed the curvature of his smile and the chisel of his jawline.You saw the hurt in his eyes that said, 'why do you have to go? You're killing me,' and wanted to never move from that position.
He continued to rub the tears that fell onto your cheek, and the sad moment was as sheltered as it could be. You felt safe with him, in his arms, just looking at his face and being reminded of how he comforted you in a place that felt as familiar as Oz felt to Dorothy.
"What am I gonna do without you?" you whispered.
"Get at least one acting job, get an assistant and an agent, I'll do the same thing, and then either one of us has our assistants reach out to our agents, so we get back in touch in case we ever lose touch."
He sounded so grave that you couldn't help but laugh. "That's assuming I do become an actress, Daniel."
"You're right," he whined. "But don't forget me."
"I promise."
And you tried to keep that promise. Throughout your first year, you interned at UCLA, working in the lab. You then applied to go to school there, and you still tried to keep Daniel in your mind. Maintaining a social life on campus combined with schoolwork already wasn't easy. However, you still wouldn't let yourself forget your best friend.
It wasn't until you entered your senior year and you were about to graduate that he started to wane in your memories. The things you did together became obsolete as new friends and memories replaced the old. The things he taught you were thrown out to make space for the new lessons you learned each day.
Even when you did become an actress, you never really remembered why you decided to. You remembered that your friend pushed you to do that play, but it was almost ten years ago, and for the life of you, you couldn't remember his name.
But you did do it, first as an extra, then a body double, and then you started getting l roles on smaller shows. But your big break was getting a quasi-lead role on the spin-off of a big television show, The Walking Dead. For two years, you enjoyed going to conventions and playing the complex character, Valeria Bishop, and you thought you had it all figured out.
But life has a funny way of coming full circle and throwing you a curveball that knows you off course and changes your life.
#Daniel Sharman x reader#daniel sharman fic#Daniel Sharman imagine#Daniel Sharman fluff#Daniel Sharman angst#very angsty#ftwd imagine#twd imagine#troy otto imagine#dylan obrien imagine#that last one is for exposure#I have no regrets
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Chapter Word Count: ~7,400
Total Fic Word Count: ~30,000
Genre: (Wedding) Fake Dating, Friends to Lovers, lots of bed sharing and every self indulgent fluffy trope possible.
Warnings: None? Lots of fluff? Occasional cussing? Some suggestive themes, moments, and jokes I guess. No smut or anything!
Disclaimer: I am not Daniel Sharman, and I do not pretend to know how he would act, speak, etc. This is fiction okay, there’s a lot of creative license, and potential to be OOC. Ricky isn’t mentioned because I started writing this before we knew he existed, so apologies for that. Also, if you’re DShar himself, please do us both a favor and don’t read this, okay???? Same if you know him 🙈
Title taken from the song Yellow Lights by Harry Hudson which suits this story quite a bit!
A/N: You thought I'd skip all the possibilities and tropes that come with the holidays?! Of course not. This is the final part to Yellow Lights. Thank you all for making my return to writing and posting so wonderful. I am so, so, grateful. I hope the ending lives up to your expectations. <3
The next month and a half passes by uneventfully. I try not to spend all of my time thinking about how great Rachel's wedding was, and equally try to ignore the wistful feeling Henry’s wedding left me with. Having Daniel be my fake boyfriend in front of my family showed me everything that I’d ever wanted; someone who fit in seamlessly, who loved me for me, with the perfect balance of romance and friendship. Whatever crush I had successfully buried when Daniel and I first met is now achingly hard to avoid. I curse my active imagination and optimism for letting me indulge in the moments of pretend, leaning too comfortably into our façade.
As a result, I don’t talk to Daniel much. He is busy finishing filming his project in London, and I try to focus on my life in LA. I’ve become paranoid that every text I send him is one too many, too annoying, or too bothersome. I figure I can reassess things when Daniel comes home from filming, and try to find my footing in our friendship again.
This seems like a solid plan until I’m on Zoom with my family for Thanksgiving. Since I’ve already flown back once this year for the wedding, and I’m planning to fly back again next month for Christmas, staying put for Thanksgiving was the economical choice. The call is mostly uneventful until the subject of Daniel comes up.
“Where’s that boy?” Aunt Judith crows from her spot at the dining table.
“Hmm?” I ask.
“She means Daniel.” Ryan rolls his eyes, bringing the iPad closer to her.
“Oh! Right.” I try to recover. “He’s still away filming his new project, actually, but I was able to fly out to see him at the end of September for another wedding, actually.”
Aunt Judith frowns. “That’s a long time to not see someone that handsome—” I start to laugh, “Are you sure he’s not cheating on you?”
Oh shit. It’s in this moment that I realize Daniel and I had never “broken up” as far as my family knows. I hear the rest of my family start sputtering in the background.
“Aunt Judith— you can’t just—”
“That’s awful, I—”
“It is kind of a long time, huh?—”
I try to keep a straight face. “Guys! It’s okay. He’s an actor, it comes with the territory. I expected this.”
“So you aren’t sure that he’s not cheating on you?” Ryan frowns.
“That isn’t what I meant, Ry. Daniel and I are fine. We’re really good, actually.”
“Well I certainly hope you’ll be bringing him home for Christmas then.” Aunt Judith huffs.
“It would be nice to see him,” Rachel speaks up for the first time, and her husband Nick nods. “I didn’t get to talk to him a whole lot at the wedding.”
I clear my throat, my mind racing. “You know, we haven’t actually talked about what we’re doing for Christmas yet; I’ll have to see what he’s doing— if he’s going to spend it with his family.”
“But you’re still coming home,” Ryan states.
“Yes, I am still coming home, no matter what.”
Ryan and Rachel’s mom, my auntie Kim speaks up. “I think it’s pretty common for a boyfriend to defer to his girlfriend’s family for the holidays. I mean, Ryan splits the day with Katharine of course, but Nick always came here with Rachel.”
“I hear you, Auntie Kim, but Daniel never gets to see his family so I’m not sure— all I’m saying is I’m not sure. He may very well come, and I will let you all know as soon as I know.” I smile tersely.
“Well hurry up, and find out,” Auntie Kim chastises. “Christmas is only a month away.”
When I hang up with them, it’s 7pm and I’m feeling antsy. How could I have forgotten that my entire family still thought Daniel and I were together? I’m not sure how to get out of this one. Tired of panicking alone in my head, I pick up my phone and dial Daniel before I can talk myself out of it. It rings and rings, and my anxiety that he won’t answer grows with each tone.
Eventually I hear rustling on the other line.
“Lauren?” Daniel’s voice crackles through the phone.
“Hi.”
“Are you alright?”
“What? Uh— yeah, I just needed to talk to you about something—” I glance at the time on my phone. “Oh god, no. What time is it there? I’m so sorry— I didn’t even stop to think about the time difference, I—”
I hear him suppress a yawn. “Lauren. It must be pretty important if you’re calling me AND rambling like this.”
“No, no, it can wait, I’m sorry— uh, go back to bed. I’m sorry I woke you up.”
“Lauren,” he stops me softly and firmly. “Stop apologizing. What’s going on?”
I sit quietly, feeling like an absolute idiot.
“Lauren, come on. You can tell me.”
“I— we… we never broke up?”
He laughs. “Sorry, what?”
“We never broke up.”
“Am I still asleep, is this a dream?”
“My family still thinks we’re together and they asked me if you’re coming home for Christmas.”
We’re both quiet for a moment.
“Oh.” is all he says.
“I talked to them for Thanksgiving, and they were asking about you. I realized too late that they thought we were still together— because I never told them we broke up. I didn’t think it through this far.”
“Right, I didn’t either.”
My phone starts ringing, telling me Daniel’s trying to FaceTime me.
I accept, and I’m faced with a dark screen.
“Why are we FaceTiming?”
I hear a lamp click on and suddenly Daniel’s face is illuminated as he lays in bed, lines from his pillow still on his face.
“Figured we should at least be able to see each other if you’re going to break up with me in the middle of the night,” he teases.
I shake my head. “Not funny, this is serious, D.”
“I know, I know.”
“If I break up with you, they’re going to yell at me and tell me I’m a stupid idiot.”
Daniel laughs.
“And if you break up with me they’re going to hate you, which means they’ll hate that we managed to ‘stay friends.’ And if it’s mutual…..” I shake my head, thinking. “They’ll think we were lying.”
“Which we were.”
I sigh, “Which we were.”
“So,” Daniel pulls his blanket up higher. “What are our options here?”
“I don’t know, that’s why I called you.”
I watch him stare off into space and reminisce about when I got to see this sleepy Daniel firsthand in Cape Cod.
“I could come for Christmas…” he trails off and I frown.
“That seems like asking a lot. You’ve already given up a lot of your free time this year for me.”
He shrugs into his pillow. “Do you not want me to come for Christmas?”
I pause. “I mean, that isn’t really the issue here. You have to be tired of being in love with me by now.”
He laughs loudly — a stark contrast to the quiet of his room. “Yes, being in love with you is very exhausting.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
“I’m kidding. Being in love with you is not exhausting. At all.”
I roll my eyes and say nothing.
“I don’t think I can bear to break your family’s hearts at Christmas of all times.”
“Man of the year.” I drawl. “What are you supposed to be doing for Christmas? Going home?”
“No, usually I travel somewhere, but I hadn't decided yet.”
I hum in response.
“Kind of leaning towards traveling to Massachusetts now, if I’m honest.”
I look at him incredulously, only to see a playful grin on his face, but I know he’s serious.
“I’m not going to stop you if you really want to come. But I—” I swallow. “Eventually we’re going to need to plan for whatever happens after Christmas.”
He nods. “I know, we will. Let’s just enjoy Christmas together, first.”
I smile. “Okay. We can enjoy it. Together.”
He clears his throat. “I hope I’m not too rusty at this boyfriend performance, it’s been a few months.”
“Daniel Sharman has performance issues… I hope that doesn’t get out to the press.”
His eyes flash. “Bold, for you.”
I shrug. “You walked into that one, baby.”
“Well, you’re lucky you’re cute, darling.”
We look at each other for a moment, and I hope my eyes don’t give away how fond I am for this man who is willing to commit to fake-loving me, and putting up with my family, and who is setting the bar way too high for any actual real relationship I could hope for.
So much for reburying my feelings.
I break eye contact first. “I’ll let you get back to sleep. Sorry again for waking you up.”
“Do Not Disturb doesn’t apply to you, Lauren. Call any time.”
I smile softly. “Sweet dreams, I’ll text you tomorrow.”
“Goodnight.”
—-
I’m standing in the Boston Logan airport waiting for international arrivals; specifically Daniel’s flight from London. According to the board, his flight landed 15 minutes ago, so he should be coming to the lobby any time now. I bounce on my feet, simultaneously eager and nervous to see Daniel for the first time since parting ways after Henry and Claire’s wedding.
Eventually I see the hat and sunglasses I recognize from a selfie he sent me earlier, and I can feel my heart race. I begin walking towards him, and feel my pace quicken as I get closer. Eventually he sees me too and he’s grinning at me with his signature toothy smile that I missed so much.
When we come into contact I don’t know what the appropriate response is, so I simply grin up at him.
“Hi,” I breathe.
“Hi,” he smiles back, and before I know it he’s closer than he was before and he’s ducking down to kiss me.
It surprises me but I respond quickly, leaning up to meet him.
When it’s over he pulls back just enough to nuzzle his nose with mine.
“Missed you,” he says softly.
“Missed you most.” I smile.
He stands up straight, adjusting his backpack on his shoulder, threading his other hand through mine.
I can’t see his eyes, but I assume he must be looking around when he speaks.
“Oh, are you by yourself?”
The question catches me off guard.
“Yeah— well, Ryan’s in the car, circling so he wouldn’t have to pay for parking,” I roll my eyes.
He nods, “Sorry, then—“ he makes an inconclusive gesture. “Suppose I didn’t need to kiss you quite yet.”
My stomach drops and I smile tightly, “That’s okay— better safe than sorry. I get it.”
He tugs on my hand pulling me into a hug.
“I did miss you, though.”
“And I still missed you most.” I tease.
Daniel shakes his head, but doesn’t argue, pulling back from me and reaching for his suitcase with his freehand.
“Let’s get this show on the road.”
—-
I bring Daniel upstairs to show him around, and so he can put his suitcase in my room.
“Welcome to my childhood bedroom,” I announce, opening the door and leading Daniel inside.
“Wow, where little Lauren grew up,” Daniel teases looking around. When I first arrived home yesterday, I was quick to tidy up, and hide anything that was too embarrassing, but my room is more or less the exact same as I had left it when I was 18 and moving to college.
I nod. “Yes, many secrets to my backstory can be discovered in here.”
Daniel laughs.
Ryan appears in my doorway leaning against the doorframe.
“Just so you know, Daniel, my bedroom is on the other side of this wall,” he nods to his right. “I can hear everything that happens in here. The walls are thin.”
I frown, blushing, “Ew, Ryan.”
Daniel just laughs and smirks, “Got it, bro.”
I look at him incredulously, “Don’t encourage him.”
The two share a look and shrug, seemingly equally enjoying my discomfort.
“Dinner’s ready!” Auntie Kim calls up to us.
I use that as my cue, brushing past both of them to go downstairs, leaving their laughter behind me.
—-
After Christmas Eve dinner, Katharine stops by and the four of us decide to watch the classic, How the Grinch Stole Christmas. I’m the last to arrive in the living room, and when I enter I immediately notice that Ryan is cuddled up with Katharine, and sprawled out over the entire couch, leaving Daniel sitting in the only other seat— the armchair.
I narrow my eyes at them, “Are you guys for real?”
Ryan looks at us and hums innocently, “What?”
“You took the entire couch.”
I see Katharine bite her lip in amusement, as Ryan shrugs.
“I assumed you guys would cuddle anyway. Can you not share the armchair?”
Daniel intervenes, “Of course we can. C’mon Laur.”
He pats his lap. I hesitate briefly before nestling into his lap, tucking my head into his neck.
“Am I crushing you?” I whisper.
“Not at all, you’re keeping me warm.”
I huff a laugh as he puts the blanket over us and Ryan starts the movie. The steady rise and fall of his chest brings me a sense of peace and I have to try not to fall asleep, especially when his fingers gently caress my arm and my leg where he’s holding me to him. I exhale, turning further into his neck and nuzzling into him.
“Tickles,” he breathes, just shy of a whisper.
“You smell good,” I tell him, letting my eyes close.
His chuckle reverberates through his body. “Thanks, darling.”
I feel my eyes shut and sleep take over. I start to come to when I hear the ending song come on, and it drifts into whatever dream I’m having.
“She asleep?” I hear Ryan ask.
“Think so,” Daniel answers.
“You need help waking her up?”
“No, I’ve got it, thanks though. Nice seeing you, Katharine.”
I hear footsteps retreat and feel a series of kisses pressed to my shoulder, as Daniel’s long fingers brush hair away from my face.
“Time to wake up, pretty girl. You can go back to sleep once we’re in your bed.”
I shake my head no, clinging to him tighter.
“Like this bed.” I murmur drowsily.
He laughs softly. “Promise we can cuddle there too.”
“Promise?” I ask, peeking one eye open.
“I promise,” he confirms, pressing one more kiss to my shoulder.
I lift my head to look at him, rubbing my eyes.
“There she is,” he smiles gently at me.
I smile back sleepily, the words coming out before I fully think them through.
“Wanna know a secret?”
“Tell me.”
I swallow, letting my gaze flicker down to his mouth for just a moment. “I like cuddling with you.”
“You do, huh?”
I nod.
“Well the feeling’s mutual. Let’s go upstairs and brush our teeth so we can cuddle more in your bed.”
“Okay,” I relent, getting off of him. He stands up after me and I instinctively lace my fingers with his, leading us back upstairs. When we’re brushed and changed, we settle ourselves in bed and I claim my spot tucked into his neck again.
“Sweet dreams,” he says, kissing the top of my head. I echo the sentiment and gently kiss the spot on his neck I’m closest to. His arms tighten around me and I’m falling asleep again.
—-
For once, I wake up before Daniel. He looks peaceful as he sleeps on his stomach, his arm across my waist, face half smushed into the pillow. I turn my head to look at the clock to see it’s about 9:30 and know the others will be waking up soon. I turn back to Daniel and card my fingers gently through his hair. Eventually his breathing changes and his eyes flutter open, still clouded with sleep.
“Merry Christmas,” I whisper, our faces just inches apart.
He pulls himself closer to me, nuzzling into my side and closing his eyes again. “Merry Christmas.”
It’s quiet for a moment before he speaks again, voice raspy with sleep. “Is everyone else awake?”
“No, I don’t think so. I haven’t heard anyone up and around… they might be soon. Usually we kind of wander downstairs around 10, and it’s just past 9:30.”
He hums in response.
“You can go back to sleep for a little while if you want,” I offer, still running my fingers through his hair. “I’ll wake you when it’s time to go downstairs.”
I start to think he’s drifted off to sleep again when he opens his eyes and looks at me. “No, I can get up. I want to give you your present.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “I told you not to get me anything; you coming here like this with me— twice— is more than enough.”
He rolls his eyes, detaching himself from me and rolling out of bed. “And look like the asshole who didn’t get his girlfriend anything for Christmas? Not a chance.”
I sit up. “We could’ve lied about it—”
“Lauren,” Daniel looks back at me exasperatedly, leaning over his suitcase. “It’s Christmas. Please just open your present.”
He pulls out a neatly wrapped, thin rectangle and places it in my lap, sitting next to me on the bed.
“Merry Christmas, Laur.”
I carefully unwrap the package to reveal a framed art print, with a circle of stars in the middle; underneath it says “The Night Everything Changed” with the coordinates of what I assume to be Los Angeles. I look up to him with soft eyes, and he gives a one shouldered shrug.
“Saw an ad for this online— where you can get the night sky documented of any night you want, anywhere you want. I thought it would be nice to commemorate this past year, for us…” he trails off, and I hug the frame to my chest.
“Daniel, I love it— Really, really love it. It’s so thoughtful.” I reach out and thread our fingers together. “I’m going to hang this in my room. I want it somewhere I see every day.”
He smiles and squeezes my hand. “I’m glad you like it. I actually wanted to talk to you about something— in relation to this. I—”
We’re interrupted by a light knocking on the door, and we both turn.
“Are you guys awake?” Ryan’s voice calls.
“Yeah, we’ll be out in a sec!” I answer.
I turn back to Daniel who squeezes my hand and moves to get up, but I pull him back.
“They can wait; this is special. I want to hear what you have to say.” I smile at him warmly, but he shakes his head, lifting the back of my hand to kiss it.
“It’s alright, I’d rather wait and tell you when we have more time to talk.”
I frown. “Promise me you won’t forget?”
He laughs. “Trust me, I won’t forget.”
He moves to stand, pulling me up with him to go downstairs, but I stop him, wrapping my arms around him tightly.
“Thank you, D. It means a lot to me.”
He returns my embrace, placing a kiss to the top of my head.
When we pull apart, I take his hand again. “Time for Christmas. Your present is under the tree, by the way.”
Daniel laughs. “A present double-standard.”
I shake my head and lead him out of the room.
—-
I think we’re done with presents when Ryan surprises me, coming over to Daniel and I on the loveseat.
“This is for both of you, kind of.” He hands me a thin, narrow gift.
Daniel looks up, surprised. “Thanks, man. That was thoughtful of you.”
He looks at me, silently asking, did you know about this?, and I shake my head no.
I unwrap the package to find a small frame, with a one hundred dollar bill matted in the middle. I look at Ryan and furrow my eyebrows.
“It's the hundred bucks I said I’d give you if you brought a real date to Rachel’s wedding. Seeing as the same guy is here for Christmas I figured you earned it. Thought I’d frame it— but you can take it out and spend it on a date or something, I don’t care.”
Auntie Kim squints. “Sorry, you told her what?”
I roll my eyes and try to avoid the way my stomach sinks at the reminder of how this all started.
I feel Daniel’s hand on my knee. “Clever, Ryan.”
I look over at him to see him flashing his polite interview smile, and I instantly know he knows exactly what I’m feeling.
Auntie Kim stands and stretches. “I don’t get it, but I’m going to go start breakfast. Your sister and Nick are picking up Judith soon and then they’re coming over. Katharine isn’t coming until dinner, right, Ryan?”
As Ryan confirms, she walks out of the room. Ryan turns back to us. “Mind if I shower first?”
I shake my head no, still lost in my thoughts, and I hear Daniel tell him to go ahead.
We’re left alone and I feel Daniel’s thumb brushing my knee.
“Thank you for my presents.”
“You’re welcome— I’m glad you like them; they don’t beat your present for me though.”
He rolls his eyes and we sit for a moment, the framed hundred dollar bill still in my hands.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
I look at him and shake my head. “I don’t know. Just an odd reminder of how this started, and that it’s going to have to end soon, I guess.”
Daniel frowns. “We haven’t really gotten to talk about that. Why don’t we table that for later— we still have a nice day ahead of us. Those are problems for tomorrow.”
I nod and smile at him, and he pulls me in to kiss my temple, and I hear the click of an iPhone camera. I look up to see Auntie Kim in the doorway.
“Sorry, I just wanted to tell you that the coffee’s on. It was too cute not to capture.”
Daniel stands up, offering me his hand. “Make sure you send me a copy. I’ll have to add it to my collection.”
I chuckle as I stand. “Let me guess; the album is called ‘Cute and Shit.’”
He grins. “How’d you know?”
—-
Christmas flies by. It’s filled with good food, wine, and everyone I love. It’s hours after dinner, and Auntie Kim has already driven Aunt Judith home before going to bed herself.
Ryan, Katharine, Daniel, and I are all still seated around the dining room table playing some kind of team card game, and everyone’s faces are red from laughter and wine.
I can’t help but watch Daniel, who is in some kind of hilarious argument with Ryan over some card he pulled. His eyes shine from the light of the chandelier, and his smile is big and bright, taking over his whole face.
It hits me in this moment that I’ve surpassed unlabeled romantic feelings; I am truly in love with this man. The realization consumes me until Katharine knocks her shoulder into mine giggling.
“Can you believe we love these idiots?”
“Sometimes it’s a hard pill to swallow,” I tease, giggling, catching Daniel’s eye mid-argument. He winks at me and I feel my already red cheeks flush even deeper.
“You two are so cute,” Katharine continues, watching our interaction. She lowers her voice, whispering to me behind her wine glass. “I was kind of worried that when you got a boyfriend he wouldn’t mesh well with our dynamic, ya know? But it kind of feels like Daniel’s always been here.”
Her words vocalize the thoughts that have been ringing in my head all day. “I know what you mean.”
Katharine dramatically clears her throat. “Are you two done? Is it our turn yet?”
—-
We part ways from Ryan and Katharine in the hallway, giggling and shushing each other in the wee hours of the morning. I shut my door behind me and waggle my eyebrows at Daniel.
“Uh oh, there’s trouble,” he teases. “Planning to seduce me?”
I shrug exaggeratedly and he laughs before looking around. “Fuck, where are my sweatpants?”
I giggle. “They’re literally right behind you on the chair.”
“Oh, thanks.” He grabs them before looking at me. “Can I change in here tonight?”
I flush. “Yeah, sure.”
After sharing a room together all this time, this is the first time we’ve changed in front of each other and the thought makes my skin tingle. I make my way over to my dresser, pulling out my own sleep shorts and t-shirt. I wiggle out of my pants and pull on my shorts, glancing over my shoulder to see Daniel, shirtless, adjusting his sweatpants on his hips. My throat runs dry, and I turn around to pull my own shirt over my head, reaching behind me to unclip my bra once it’s on. I bundle my discarded clothes in my hand, walking over to toss them in the hamper. I turn around to find Daniel already looking at me. He’s still shirtless and my eyes drift to his defined chest. He looks down as if noticing for the first time.
“It’s really, uh, hot in here.” He speaks again. “Would it bother you if I slept shirtless?”
I shake my head, mentally screaming. “No, it is warm,” I agree, reaching up to put my hair in a bun on top of my head.
He watches me intently, and I laugh self consciously. “What?”
“Nothing. Just thinking about how this was the best Christmas I’ve had in a while.”
My face lights up. “Really?”
“Yeah.” I see his grin quirk up, and know something else is coming. “I’d say it was almost perfect.”
“Oh?” I question, finishing my bun. “Go on.”
“We fit in a lot of classic traditions today, but we missed one that I’m quite fond of.”
I look at him, trying to think of what it could be, as he takes a step closer to me.
“There wasn’t any mistletoe.”
I swallow. “There wasn’t.” I pause, my mind racing. Before I can fully think it through I find myself offering, “But we could pretend?”
“Hmm?” He murmurs, taking a step closer to me so he’s right in front of me now. I know he’s giving me a chance to take it back, or make a joke; I’m nervous, but I don’t want to take it back. I just really want to kiss him.
“I’d really like it if you had a perfect Christmas.”
“And you?” He questions softly. “What would make it a perfect Christmas for you?”
Instead of answering him, I reach up on my tiptoes to kiss him for a moment, pulling back to look him in the eyes. His eyes meet mine in some unspoken understanding, and then he’s dipping down to kiss me again.
He kisses me softly, delicately, like all the kisses at the wedding. He pulls back briefly to look at me, as if he still expects me to change my mind. I kiss him again, wanting there to be no doubt in his mind, and he kisses me back with purpose and passion, and I’m caught off guard by the weight of it. I gasp, and Daniel uses this opportunity to deepen the kiss, pulling me closer. It reminds me of our very first kiss back on his couch. My arms move around his neck, pulling our bodies flush together.
Daniel pulls away first, but barely, breathing hard, kissing down from my jaw to my neck.
This is definitely new territory for us.
I move my hands to his hair, and he groans at the feeling. I can’t help myself as I sigh breathlessly, a shiver running down my back. He grins against my neck, his teeth scraping at my skin and I moan softly.
“Wait,” I say breathlessly, a thought somehow flitting through my mind. “Earlier, didn’t you say there was something else I should know about my present?”
“I can tell you tomorrow,” he murmurs into my neck between kisses. “It’s time for bed.” He tugs me down onto the bed so I’m underneath him, resuming his kisses on my neck.
“This doesn't seem like going to sleep to me,” I tease.
“It is, shhhh, you’re dreaming.”
“That I’d believe,” I laugh, and Daniel smirks, moving so we're eye to eye again.
“Dream about me often?”
“Shhh.” I pull him closer, turning his words back on him. “You’re dreaming, go back to bed.”
“Happily,” he murmurs, kissing me again.
I bring my hands down to his bare shoulders, feeling his warm, toned skin against my fingertips. I gently drag my nails down his chest to his stomach, and I feel his muscles clench at my touch. I can’t help but smirk to myself as he pulls away to rest his forehead on my shoulder, letting out a shuddering breath. I bring my nails around his back, tracing up his taut muscles and across his shoulder blades.
I feel one of his hands come down, pushing my shirt up, his mouth pressing hot kisses to my abdomen. His nose takes over pushing my shirt up, exploring every new inch revealed with his mouth, his hand now running over my thigh, fingers squeezing occasionally, slowly climbing higher. As his hand reaches the bottom of my shorts, he lightly tugs at the fabric. He pauses, his blue eyes tentatively peering up at me.
“Can I…?” He looks nervous, like I’ll reject him. As if I have ever rejected him, or could ever manage to deny him. I’m not even entirely sure what he’s asking but I find myself nodding quickly. As he goes to tug my shorts down we hear a bang on the wall we share with Ryan followed by a crash, a “Shhhh” and a “Shit.”
We both startle and look over toward the wall, before looking back at each other and laughing softly.
“Ugh, I don’t want to know,” I say, shaking my head.
“You probably, definitely don’t.” He smiles at me before pulling his hand off my shorts, and my shirt back down, letting his fingers trace along the waistband of my shorts before he clears his throat. “We should, uh, get some sleep.”
I blink at the abrupt change in mood before nodding awkwardly. “Okay, sure.”
He rolls off of me, and I reach over to shut the lamp off. I’m hesitant to cuddle up to him, unsure if what just happened changed something between us, but I’m relieved when I feel his arm wrap around me the way it always does. Neither of us say anything, and I try not to think about the last few minutes, the firmness of his body behind mine, or the way my body’s buzzing— closing my eyes to try and get some rest.
��-
The next two days with my family go pretty much the same way as Christmas did. Daniel gets on swimmingly with everyone, and my heart aches every time I realize that once the holidays are over, our charade is going to come to an end—a permanent end— this time. I try to ignore that thought and enjoy my time, basking in the coupley moments in front of my family, and leaning into every touch we share.
I never get a chance to ask about my Christmas present; the time never feels right, and Daniel doesn’t bring it up either. Nothing happens between us like Christmas night; when bedtime rolls around we change in the bathroom and go straight to bed. We cuddle, but there’s no after-dark kisses or wandering hands. I wonder if Daniel feels as self-conscious about that night as I do; if he does, he doesn’t show it.
—-
We’re in my room packing to go back to LA in an effort to try to beat the inevitable New Year’s rush at the airport.
“I need to find something to wrap this in so it doesn’t break in my luggage,” I frown, holding up Daniel’s present. “It’s my new prized possession— nothing can happen to it.”
Daniel looks over and laughs. “Want me to wrap it in my sweatpants? That's what I did on the way here.”
“Okay, thank you.” I pad across the floor and pass him the frame, our fingers brushing in the process.
“Of course.” His lips quirk up as he carefully arranges the frame in his suitcase.
A moment passes, and I wonder if now is a good time to ask about my present .
“Hey, I’ve been wanting to ask—“
“Oh, I’ve been meaning to ask you—“
We both stop mid-sentence and Daniel laughs, “Sorry what were you saying?”
I shake my head, courage gone. “No— sorry, go ahead.”
He looks at me curiously but continues, “Henry texted me; he and Claire invited us to their New Year’s Eve party. They’re having it in LA this year.”
I quirk an eyebrow. “Us? They want me to go?”
He shrugs. “Yeah, Claire apparently requested your presence specifically.”
“Oh, that’s nice of her. I usually stay in for New Year’s.”
“It could be fun— if you aren’t sick of me yet,” Daniel teases.
“Ha!" I laugh, "If you aren’t sick of me yet, more like.” I shake my head. “And don’t mind sharing your friends with me.”
“They’re basically your friends now, too,” he argues.
“I’m not sure one wedding constitutes that, but I appreciate the sentiment.”
“You should come.”
I stop and look at him.
“I’ll call a car and pick you up on the way.”
When I hesitate, he softens his voice. “Please come.”
I swallow, “Okay.”
I’m not a big party person, but I also know I don’t have it in my heart to deny him, especially after everything he’s done for me.
He grins. “Really?”
I nod. “Yeah, I’ll go.”
“Cool, I’ll, uh, let them know we’re coming.”
I bite my lip to suppress my smile and start planning my outfit in my head.
—-
When we arrive at Claire and Henry’s house on New Year’s Eve, I try not to gawk at the size. It’s massive and sits high on one of the tallest hills in LA, away from the noise of the city.
The first person to spot us as we walk in is, unfortunately, Eleanor. I’d hoped she was in London, and away from us, but alas.
“Daniel!” she squeals, throwing her arms around him. “I was so hoping you’d be here.”
“Hi, El,” he placates her with a strained smile. “You remember Lauren?” He gestures back to me.
“Laura?” she asks, disinterested.
“Lauren,” I correct, forcing myself to smile. “Nice to see you again.”
“Eleanor,” Daniel intervenes. “Could you point us in the direction of Henry and Claire, perhaps?”
She frowns, but quickly covers it up. “They were in the kitchen last I checked— we have just got to catch up later.”
“We will!” He agrees graciously. “Let us get a drink, and I’m sure we'll have plenty of time to talk later.”
Daniel puts a hand on my back, guiding me forward and into another room, which turns out to be the kitchen. He’s immediately drawn into a series of bro hugs and handshakes by Henry and some of his other friends.
“Lauren! I’m so glad you came!” I turn to find Claire by a table of beverages.
“Claire! So nice to see you, thank you for inviting me.”
“Thank you for coming,” she says, pulling me into a quick hug. “I told Daniel he just had to bring you.”
I laugh. “He told me you were quite persistent— I usually have a low key New Year’s at home, but this is a fun change of pace.”
“Can I get you a drink?” She asks, already reaching for a bottle of champagne.
“Sure, thank you.” I catch Daniel’s eye across the room; he’s being clapped on the back and led out of the kitchen. I smile reassuringly, hoping to communicate that I’m fine here. He seems to understand, as he smiles back and nods before turning back to his friends.
Claire giggles, bringing my attention back to her.
“You look at him with such heart eyes, it’s cute.”
I try to keep my face from panicking. “Sorry?”
She laughs like my reaction is the funniest thing in the world. “Oh don’t worry, he looks at you just the same, so you’re fine.”
I chuckle nervously. “I think maybe you’ve got the wrong impression—”
She shrugs like we’re talking about something commonplace, like the weather.
“Maybe, it’s possible... but I don’t think so. Now come! There’s some other girls I’d love for you to meet.”
—-
I spend a good portion of the night talking with Claire and her friends. They’re all very kind to me, but eventually I excuse myself to get some air out on the balcony.
I’m looking up at the sky — it’s dark, dotted with faint stars and a distant passing plane — when I hear somebody come out and join me. As they settle next to me against the railing I immediately know who it is just by how comfortable I feel.
“Whatcha doin out here, LaurLaur? The New Year’s only a few minutes away.”
I grin at him. “Just getting some air and admiring the stars. From up here you can actually see them.”
He hums, looking up with me.
“It reminds me of a certain piece of art a certain someone got me for Christmas.”
He chuckles. “I’m glad you like it so much.”
“It was very thoughtful…. I wonder if any of the stars are in the same places as they were that night.”
“Which night?”
“The night everything changed. Your birthday.”
Daniel leans against the railing facing me, and looks like he’s about to say something before he changes his mind.
Eventually he speaks again. “Things are going to change again soon, right? You said you’re sure about the break up?”
I swallow, scoffing my shoe against the balcony floor.
“I mean, we still need to figure it out, but you can’t keep fake dating me forever. That isn’t fair to you.”
He smiles wistfully. “It’s not like there was anyone else I was trying to date.”
“I’m a lucky girl,” I lament, and Daniel blushes and shakes his head. “It’s a real shame we’re over, though," I jest, trying to lighten the mood. "I’ve never gotten to kiss anyone at midnight.”
His eyebrows raise in surprise. “Never?”
“Nope,” I pop the p and look down at my feet.
“Well.” He clears his throat conspiratorially. “We can agree not to bring our fake relationship into the New Year if you want, but if the kiss starts before midnight, I think we’d get by on a technicality...”
I laugh. “You really want Eleanor to hate me, don’t you?”
He grins cheekily and shakes his head. “Nah, I think I saw her latched onto some other poor bugger inside. We’re in the clear.”
I roll my eyes, looking back up at the sky. I feel his finger trace my arm, gently using my elbow to turn my attention back towards him.
His voice is softer now, “It’s up to you, but there’s no one else I’d rather kiss at midnight.”
I look into his eyes and realize he’s being sincere. My heart’s beating out of my chest. Yes, I want to kiss him, but I want it to mean something. I keep giving in because I know one day this is all going to go away, and I’ll be left with just my memories and heartache.
He must see some hesitance in my eyes, because he’s taking a step back.
“If you don’t want to, it’s fine. Really.” He shoves his hands in his pockets. “Not trying to pressure you into doing something you don’t want to do.”
I shake my head. “It’s not that I don’t want to, I just…” I trail off, looking over the balcony, trying to swallow my feelings, which have manifested as anxious tears in my eyes. I feel a tear escape, and I hastily reach up to wipe it away.
“Hey,” Daniel says gently. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“You didn’t.” I let out a watery laugh. “Sorry, I don’t know why I’m…”
I feel his steady stare, and I come to terms with the fact that I’ve really gotten myself into a mess that I can’t just smooth over. I’m going to have to tell him.
I take a minute to compose myself, and Daniel stays quiet giving me time to put my words together as I look anywhere but at him.
“I do want to kiss you, D,” I start slowly, trying to keep my voice steady, “but I can’t if it’s just another part of our fake relationship.”
He tugs me closer by hand, gently, so I have no choice but to look at him. I swallow the lump in my throat. “I… know this wasn’t supposed to be real. But it has been, for me.”
He shakes his head and squeezes my hand. “So then stop trying to break up with me.”
I blink at him, and he continues.
“The night everything changed— your star map— I wasn’t referencing the story we told your family about my birthday.” Daniel looks at me long and hard like I’m missing something totally obvious. “It’s actually the stars from a night a month or so later.”
A month or two— Oh. OH.
“The night Ryan FaceTimed me?” I whisper, afraid to be wrong.
He takes my other hand in his, lacing our fingers together. “Listen— Fuck. I’m in love with you, Lauren.” He looks at me so intensely and my head is spinning. “I love you, and I’m in love with you.”
“What?” I ask dumbly.
He licks his lips. “A wise woman once said to me, you don’t confess to ‘kind of like someone’ when you’ve already been friends as long as we have.”
I stare at him for a second, my cheeks burning. “Well your friend sounds pretty smart.” I swallow. “Because I love you, too.”
He laughs, relief flooding his features. He pulls me to his chest, crushing me and squeezing the air out of my lungs. Eventually he pulls back, hands cupping my face.
He grins and shakes his head. “She is smart, so, so smart, but I don’t want to be her friend anymore.”
“What do you mean?” My brows furrow in confusion, worried that somehow I’ve misread this whole interaction, my relief quickly being replaced by panic.
“Well.” He steps forward, keeping our faces incredibly close. “I’m hoping she agrees to be my very real girlfriend— that is, if she doesn’t break up with me first.”
I hear everyone inside start the countdown to midnight. I’m still looking into Daniel’s eyes in disbelief, my hands clinging to the front of his shirt.
When the countdown hits one, I’ve finally found the words I want to say.
“Happy New Year, boyfriend.”
He’s grinning as he kisses me, and I am too. It’s not our most elegant kiss, a mess of teeth and giggles, and whispered “I love you”s. We never stray too far from each other’s lips, kissing again and again like we can’t get enough— and maybe we can’t.
Eventually, we calm down a bit, and when we kiss this time it’s all-consuming, sucking the air out of my lungs. It feels like my love is fizzling to the top of my skin, and I feel it. ‘It’ being every indescribable emotion in our kisses this past year, but this time I know what it is: true, unadulterated, uninhibited love. I am in love with my best friend, who is now my boyfriend, and I don’t care who knows it— as long as he does.
His fingers press bruisingly into my hips before he pulls back just enough to look at me.
“Can we go home?” He whispers sheepishly, brushing some hair out of my face tenderly. “I’m kind of tired of sharing you with the public.”
I huff a laugh. “I know exactly what you mean.” I lean forward to kiss him one last time before pulling back to lace our fingers together, squeezing tightly. “Please— take me home, D.”
I don’t have to tell him twice.
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