#I've had him for less than two days but if anytime happened to him (other than what already HAS in the series) I would kill everyone in thi

[thatoneluckybee]

"excuse me he asked for no pickles" behavior

#The trio...... my brain is rotting help #Nevermore #nevermore webtoon #fambles #I've had him for less than two days but if anytime happened to him (other than what already HAS in the series) I would kill everyone in thi #room and then myself /ref

[harry-on-broadway]

Fancy Dress

Word Count: 3.4K || Rating: M

A/N: So this was supposed to be posted in time for Halloween, but better late than never I guess. It can be read on its own, but I've been thinking of it as a sequel to last year's Harryween one-shot. It's not much, but I hope at least a few people enjoy it. 🫶🏻

***

“Gonna dress up for me again this year?” 

Those words had echoed through your head since he’d whispered them in your ear as the first glimpses of dawn pushed through the cloudy London skies. His body, warming yours as he inched closer to you on your pillow, threw off heat, stronger than any radiator you’d ever encountered, and you scooted closer to him in an attempt to ward off the chill of the room. 

“What are you talking about?” Your voice was hoarse, still thick with sleep. 

“For Halloween.”

“You hate Halloween.” You twisted in his arms to roll over and face him. “You’ve made that clear many times.”

“A man can change his mind.”

You sighed. “What happened to ‘Tour’s over. Let’s do something quiet this year?’ Hmm?”

Harry traced a line down your spine and you shivered under his touch. “Doesn’t have to be a big deal. Can be just the two of us.” 

“Well, I’m planning on dressing up as ‘woman who wants to snuggle and eat candy with her boyfriend.’ Accessories include sweatpants and a hoodie, as well as candy and an Apple TV remote.” You felt his laugh against your hair. “Best news of all, it’s a couples costume,” you continued. 

“Oh is it?” 

“Mmhmm. And if you don’t want in, it’s OK. I’ll just call my other boyfriend.”

“Your other boyfriend?!?!” Harry easily flipped you so you were lying trapped underneath him and began pressing feverish kisses against your skin as he tickled your sides. “You better take that back.” 

“Giovanni would never do this,” you laughed.

“He has a name?!” 

You laughed even harder as Harry doubled down on his efforts, forgetting about Halloween all together. 

***

Harry didn’t let the topic rest over the next couple of weeks, sending pictures of costumes – some tame, some a little sexier – throughout the day, earning a fair number of eye rolls from you. 

“What? I’m just trying to brainstorm.”

You looked up from your computer. “Why is this so important to you? Halloween’s never been a big deal. And it’s essentially been a work event for you for the past two years.” 

“I mean,” he shifted in the seat. “Last year was really…nice,” he said thoughtfully. “I liked getting to spend time with you.”

“You liked having sex,” you corrected. 

“Which technically counts as spending time with you.” He ignored your glare and turned thoughtful. “I’m just kidding, but really, I liked getting to spend a fun night with you and would love to do it again. If you feel the same way.”

You softened hearing how much that night meant to him. “Doesn’t it feel less special when it’s not a surprise?”

“I’m going to be honest, love, I really don’t care how it happens as long as you’re naked in my bed.” There was a slightest hint of a blush across his cheeks, and you felt a heat flame across yours as well. You’d been together for awhile now, with no plans of leaving each other anytime soon, but such an intimate admission felt vulnerable.

“You are such a boy,” you chided, not willing to let him onto the jolt of pride you felt at being so openly desired by him. “But we’ll see how I feel.” 

“I can work with that,” Harry said, turning back to his phone, a sly grin on his face.

***

The invitation arrived a few days later. A friend of a friend who he hadn’t seen in ages was throwing a “fancy dress party,” which despite your early assumptions was not a black tie affair. You weren’t that enthusiastic about going, and you could tell Harry was forcing himself to be excited, not wanting to let a friend down. 

“It’ll be fun,” he said, sounding more like he was convincing himself rather than you. “We don’t have to stay the whole time either.”

“Whatever makes you happy, babe,” you said, kissing his cheek. “Pick out whatever costume you want and we can go from there.” 

Picking the costume was easier said than done and the two of you spent much of the next week bickering over who had the better idea. Harry’d been pushing for Barbie and Ken, but you’d dismissed the idea as overdone. And your own suggestion of Paolo and Isabella was shut down by Harry who said he didn’t get the reference. It wasn’t until you all were flicking through the channels on the couch when you all came up with your idea. 

“It’s perfect,” Harry said, grinning at the screen. 

“And super easy,” you added. 

Which is how you all found yourself walking into the party dressed as two characters out of The Notebook, thanks to the blue dress you’d found in the back of your closet and the white button down Harry had pulled from his. You’d offered to splash some water on him to add authenticity, but he declined. 

You weren’t sure what you were expecting but the party was a surprisingly low-key affair. Classic simple costumes – vampires with plastic fangs and lipstick blood stains and black cats with felt ears – mixed with some that were more of the moment, ranging from a half-assed Barbie and Ken to what appeared to be Harley Quinn and the Joker. 

“Told you,” you whispered against his ear, as he passed you a drink, looking on as a Barbie walked by looking for her Ken, earning you an elbow to the ribs. 

“Nice look,” Johnny said, fixing a drink of his own. “How did Harry convince you?”

“It was actually a group effort,” you said, with a laugh. 

“Felt a little like fate. We were watching TV one night, the movie was on and it was like a lightbulb went off,” Harry said, wrapping his arm around you. 

“It was easy too,” you chimed in. 

Even though you all had been together for a while, Harry’s circle was so vast that you still hadn’t met many of them, making the party a little nerve wracking, a bunch of faces that weren’t familiar yet. But Harry stayed by you the entire night, hand in hand, steering you around the party, introducing you to his favorite people, and shielding you from the ones he wasn’t as fond of. Going into the evening, you all had made a pact to stay for only an hour, but two had passed by the time either of you looked at the clock. 

“OK to stay a little longer?” he asked and you’d nodded, before turning your attention back to Erin and her story about a costume contest gone wrong. 

Three hours in, you found yourselves on a couch in the back of the house. The room had unofficially been designated at the quiet zone, with a few people taking calls or a breather before returning to the party. Harry flopped down on the end of the sofa, pulling you onto his lap before sighing contentedly. 

“Are you tired?” You rested your forehead against his as pressed a gentle kiss to the bridge of his nose. 

“A little.”

“Well that’s too bad,” you said softly. “Guess I won’t be able to give you your treat tonight.” 

At the mention of the treat, he perked up tremendously. “I mean I’m not that tired. I’d hate to miss it after you put in the effort.” His eyes were steely as he held your gaze. 

“You don’t even know what it is!”

“Doesn’t matter. I don’t think you could ever disappoint me.”

You grinned and shifted in his lap, causing your dress to slip up and you guided his hand up your bare leg to rest just under the hem of your dress. His fingers groped blindly and when they reached the edge of your lacy undergarments his eyes widened. 

“Oh fuck,” he whispered against your neck. 

“Do you like it?”

“Do I like it?!”

“I mean you haven’t seen it yet…” 

“I’ll bloody well be pleased with anything you wear,” he breathed against your neck. 

“Thirty more minutes and then we’ll head out?”

“Fuck that, we’re leaving now.” He gently pushed you up and out of his lap before standing and nearly dragging you to the door.

Harry made a beeline for your coats and bags, and when he had them in hand he caught your eye and nodded towards the front door. You held up a finger and signaled for him to wait before enacting the second phase of your plan. Slowly, you walked up to the first person you could see, thanking them and chatting some more about the party. You repeated this for the next person and the next and the next, until you finally found yourself reunited with Harry. 

“Ready?” you asked. 

“It’s not funny.”

“What?” you asked, feigning innocence. 

“Making me wait when I’m…” Your eyes drifted down to his pants. “How bad is it?” he asked, almost wincing. 

“Not bad, baby, but we should probably do something about that.” 

“You don’t say? Please, for the love of God, get in the car.” 

You laughed, enjoying having him beg for you. “Whatever you say.” 

What followed was the most tense car ride in recent memory. Harry’s leg bounced up and down, his hand gripped tight on your thigh as he looked ahead. His breathing was even and measured but the intensity in his eyes told you he felt anything but. You smiled, pleased with the effect you had on him. 

When the driver pulled through the gate, Harry thanked him, quickly and politely, and you did the same, scurrying along when Harry all but pulled you up the path, jamming his key in the lock and throwing the door open. You closed the door behind you, securing the deadbolt when Harry spun you around and pressed you against the door. 

He held your face, angling it to look up at him and he took a shaky breath, before pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was surprisingly restrained, almost chaste, but you savored the way he felt so close against you. Again and again he kissed you. Lips, neck, cheeks, no part of you went unnoticed. You wanted to show him the same affection, but he wouldn’t give you the chance. His hands found your shoulders, pulling your coat off, and then working the straps of your dress down your shoulders, his lips trailing in the wake of his hands. 

After a few moments, you managed to pant out a single word. “Upstairs?” 

Harry pulled back, his lips plump and pink from his efforts, his hair messed from the way your fingers had been threaded through it. “Yeah,” he managed to nod, looking dazed, and you took the lead this time, pulling him towards the stairs. 

In your haste to get to the bedroom, you tripped, over the step or your own feet, you weren’t sure, and landed face first on the carpet, Harry tumbling down after you. 

“If you wanted me on top of you love, all you had to do was ask,” Harry muttered, as you shoved his shoulder. “Are you OK?” 

“I’m fine. You?” 

“No worse for wear. Shall we try this again?” He pushed up from the stairs and offered his hand, which you gladly took. Slower this time, you all continued up the stairs and into the bedroom, where Harry sat on the bed, pulling you onto his lap. “Sure you’re good to do this.” 

You nodded. “Yes, I just need a minute to get ready.”

“Get ready?” Harry arched his brow. “Tell me more.”

“You need to close your eyes.”

“Close my eyes…OK.” He shut his eyes and you wriggled out of his grasp, walking over to your dresser and doing your best not to make a sound as you fished around for the headband you’d stashed there earlier. 

“What is this?” Harry called from across the room. “Some sort of Notebook roleplay? Do you have a thing for Gosling too?” 

“Hush, or you’re not getting your treat.”

That silenced him and you double checked to make sure the accessory was secured on your head. You shimmied out of your dress until you were wearing nothing but your second costume. If you were honest, costume was a liberal description of the flimsy Halloween store lingerie you ‘d been wearing all night. According to the package, you were a dark angel, but the only thing angelic about it was the halo that was precariously perched on top of your head. You stood in front of the mirror, surveyed yourself and tried to summon the confidence to tell Harry to open his eyes. 

“Are you taking your clothes off? I thought that was my treat!”

It was almost funny how outraged he sounded, like a petulant child robbed of a promised prize. 

“Oh I think, you’ll like what I’ve picked out for you,” you shot back. At least you hoped he would. Once you contorted yourself into the black wings that came with the ensemble, you turned to face him, still sitting on the bed with his eyes shut. You padded over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, as you climbed astride him. Once you’d settled into his lap, you uttered the word he’d been waiting for. “Open.”

His eyes flew open and you had to fight a laugh at how comical his face was. Eyes wide and mouth open he was like a teenaged boy who’d yet to see a pair of breasts, as he glanced between yours, covered in a sheer, lacy bralette and your face. 

“Fucking hell what is this?”

“You said you wanted me to dress up…”

“Yeah, I did. I did say that,” he said, wetting his lips, his eyes transfixed on your chest. 

“And I didn’t really know what to dress up as since you weren’t doing a show this year and we didn’t really have a theme and I couldn’t think anything on my own and this was the only thing left at the store and –” 

He cut you off with a kiss, more passionate than those he’d first given you in the entryway. “It’s perfect, love. Better than I could have imagined.” 

He held you tight against him as he kissed you, his fingers tangled in your hair and yours in his. You tightened the grip of your legs around his waist as you returned his kisses with a passion you didn’t think you’d ever felt before. In the heat of the moment, you rolled your hips, dragging your center over his lap and feeling every inch of his growing erection through the flimsy fabric of your panties. You moaned at the sensation and did it again. He felt even harder than before and you shuddered involuntarily at the thought of him inside you later. 

“You like that baby,” he huffed against your mouth. “Does my angel like that?” he asked as he bucked his hips. 

“Yes. Yes, please,” you replied, practically begging for more. 

“Going to be good and let me take this off of you?” His hands were on your hips, stilling your movement. 

You closed your eyes and bit your lip, nodding, not trusting yourself to speak. Suddenly you felt Harry’s teeth against your shoulder as he used his them to pull your bra strap down, the movement scratching at your skin in the most delicious way, before Harry trailed kisses down your arm, soothing the sting away. He repeated the action on the other side before placing a kiss on the side of your breast and wrapping his tongue around your nipple. Hands still on your hips, he gently pushed you, encouraging you to rock back and forth on him once again. 

You were so sensitive that even the smallest action had a massive effect. The combination of his mouth and the rhythm of your hips moving in time together had you feeling the beginnings of an orgasm deep within you, a feeling that was only magnified as he moved across your chest to your other breast. 

“Love,” Harry said after a moment, pulling away from you. 

“Yes?”

“I-I-” He started again. “We need to do something otherwise I’m not going to last.” His cheeks were red, whether from passion or embarrassment, you weren’t sure, but you nuzzled against his neck. 

“That’s alright, baby. I’m all yours.”

“Yeah, you are,” Harry said, almost as if he didn’t believe it. “Wanna get up for me?” 

You climbed off of him with wobbly legs, nearly landing on your ass – and taking Harry with you – in the process. But Harry scooped you up in his arms, helping you get comfortable on the bed, as you all laughed off the moment of clumsiness. 

“Do you want to take this off?” you asked, gesturing to the cheap black wings that were shedding all over the white sheets. 

“No, I kind of like them,” Harry said. “It’s uh…kind of sexy,” he mumbled, against your neck. 

“Noted.” 

“May I?” He’d hooked his fingers around the waistband of your panties, waiting for your nod of consent, which you readily gave him. He slowly pulled them down your legs, tossing them somewhere behind him, before moving his lips down your body. 

It was almost a ritual at this point, the way he explored you as if you were uncharted territory each time he had you naked in front of him. You’d been told this wouldn’t last forever, that all couples eventually tired of each other, that sex became a routine thing, a means to an end. That may be the case, but you secretly hoped that you and Harry were the exception to this rule. 

He’d made his way down to your thighs at this point and you opened your legs wider, inviting him in. Your back arched when you felt his fingers inside you, testing the waters. 

“So wet for me already and I’ve barely done anything. Careful love, this will go to my head.” 

You made to kick him, but he dodged your attack and managed to hit that spot in the process, drawing a cry from you. 

“Was that good?” You could hear the teasing smirk in his voice. 

“You know it was.”

He crooked his fingers, earning another moan from you as you tried to pull him up to you. “Ready so soon?” he asked, as if he wasn’t already aware. He lined himself up with you and thrust forward with no preamble. 

His sheer size still took your breath away – quite literally – and you breathed heavily at the feeling of him, all of him, inside of you. 

“Easy, love. Slow,” he said, calming you as he gave you a moment to adjust, waiting until your breath had steadied before gently rocking forward.

You angled your hips up, meeting his pace and trying to drive him as deep inside of you as possible. You brought your legs higher around him, giving him more freedom to move and his pace accelerated. 

The sounds coming from your bedroom were, quite simply, ugly. Between the moans and groans and heavy breathing, the grunts that meant move over or shift this way that you all inherently understood, the sounds of sweaty bodies rubbing against each other. It was brutal, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“Love, I’m going to come,” Harry said, words urgent against your ear. “I’m not going to be able to hold on.” 

“It’s OK baby,” you said, encouraging him. He was always so selfless, you wanted him, just once, to take a moment for himself. “Just let go.” 

His hips stuttered, once, twice, three times in quick succession and you felt the tell-tale warmth and wetness of his orgasm between your legs. 

“Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry,” he wheezed. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.” 

You sighed softly, contentment radiating through you. “You don’t have to. Sometimes it’s nice to just…” 

“Yeah…” 

The two of you lay there like that for a while, ignoring the stickiness of the sweat, and for you, the itchiness of the costume pieces that were still on you. 

Finally, Harry rolled off of you, and you cuddled into his side. 

“That was a very nice treat,” he said, voice hoarse. “I think we both need more treats.” 

“I’ll second that. And I promise next year will be even better.” 

“Next year?” Harry said aghast. “I think you deserve one of your own right now.” 

***

talk to me! || master list

#harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles writing #harry styles blurb #harry styles fic #harry styles fan fiction #harry styles fan fic #harry styles ff #harry fic #harry styles one shot #harry smut #harry styles smut #harry styles fluff

[constantcrisis19]

Loose Lips Sink Ships - Part 1

Dean Winchester x GN S/O

AN: Hey guys! I know that I disappeared for a bit, but I promise that I'm still alive and kicking! I've just been really consumed by the SoapGhost fics that I've been writing/planning for ao3 and that made it hard for me to find time to write for Tumblr in between irl things when all of my free time seemed to be dedicated to COD. But I finally decided to just sit down and work on one of my numerous WIP's which led to me cranking this bad boy out! Hope you like it!

Word Count: 2,118

You moved your hands out of your jacket pocket, revealing your well-loved wallet that you’d had for years, and pulled the card with your current alias printed onto it out of its assigned slot in a practiced motion. 

You tapped the chip against the screen of the card reader in order to pay for the obscenely greasy food that you’d ordered for yourself and Dean –who you had left fast asleep in your shared motel room– watching with a keen eye as the payment processed and then was accepted with a little innocuous green check mark, the receipt printing with a soft whir.

You startled a little as a phone suddenly began to ring, the tune echoing loudly in the store, and it took you an embarrassing amount of time to realize that it was actually your cell that was going off, your free hand –which wasn’t currently juggling both your card and wallet– darted down to the back pocket of your jeans in order to collect the device with a sheepish smile.

You swiped your thumb across the screen and answered the phone without looking at the caller ID, quickly wedging the device between your ear and shoulder in order to take the receipt that the bored looking cashier was impatiently holding out toward you with your newly freed hand.

“Hey, where the hell did you run off to?” Dean was already talking before you could even manage to get a greeting out, his voice rough in a way that it only was immediately after waking up, which told you that he most likely called after rousing from sleep and noticing that you were no longer in the motel with him.

“Just figured that I’d treat your lazy ass to some breakfast since you didn’t look like you were getting up anytime soon.” You said as you took the long strip of paper from the cashier with a small nod of thanks before stepping off to the side in order to make way for the next customer to step forward and be assisted, folding up the receipt and carelessly cramming it into your wallet before shoving it back into your jeans.

You had wanted to let Dean sleep in for once since it was technically your fault that you were both up so late last night, the two of you having been all wound up after running around all day asking anyone and everyone about the suspicious deaths that had been happening around town only to come up with fuck all, so you and Dean had decided to dispel all that pent up energy and frustration by testing Dean’s so-called ‘endless stamina’ that he constantly bragged about.

Needless to say, you had put him through the wringer and managed to come out the other side a little less worse for wear than Dean had.

You settled in with your phone now comfortably resting against the side of your head as you waited for your order to be called, and you bit your lip in an attempt to repress the love-sick smile that wanted to overtake your neutral expression when you heard the telltale shift of blankets over the line. 

You could see Dean carelessly sprawl his limbs out across the bed in your mind's eye, your fingers twitching with the urge to brush your fingers through his –no doubt– adorable bedhead, the impulse always bubbling up without fail when you saw his hair sticking up at all sorts of odd angles.

“Rough night?” You asked, your voice practically dripping with faux-concern as you idly watched the people milling about the pop fountain, and Dean let loose a distinctly unattractive snort that had a smug grin spreading across your lips, your salacious smile earning you a dirty look from a woman who had just finished filling a large cup with cola that you unfortunately just so happened to make eye contact with.

“You’d know.” Dean groused, the sound of him moving about restlessly nearly drowning out his petulant response as he heaved himself upright with a groan that had him sounding like he was an old man rather than a spry twenty-six year old, and you winced in sympathy.

As hunters, your line of work was unforgiving and you yourself were subject to the various aches and pains that came from such a physically demanding job on more than one occasion.

“You order yet?” Dean asked suddenly and you blinked rapidly, his voice abruptly pulling you from the aimless staring that you’d been unknowingly doing as you recalled how stiff and sore you were when you woke up this morning. Though, if you were being honest with yourself, that was definitely a byproduct of last night's rigorous activities rather than having to fight for your life against some bloodthirsty creature or another for once, which was admittedly a nice change of pace.

“Yup. Got you a bacon breakfast burrito, hash browns, and a slice of cherry pie.” You replied with a wide grin, a bark of laughter erupting from your chest and startling the few people standing near you when Dean let out a truly sinful moan of appreciation.

“I love you so fucking much.” Dean declared, the mattress springs creaking as he pushed to his feet and walked across the small room before clicking on a lightswitch, his voice taking on a distinct echo as he entered the borderline claustrophobic motel bathroom.

“I know.” You said smugly before suddenly remembering the woman that you had run into on your way to the restaurant, causing you to be out longer than you’d originally intended, which was the whole reason why you were back with breakfast before Dean woke up. 

“Also, while I was out, I happened to run into a friend of the ex-wife of the last victim and I may have found a lead on this case.” You stated after briefly glancing around and taking a couple of steps back in order to make sure that no one would be overhearing your conversation.

The most that you’d been able to get out of the shell-shocked woman when you and Dean had went to interrogate her the previous day was that her ex-husband had broken into the house while she was home alone and, after saying some shit that made no sense at all whatsoever, had dropped dead right there in the dining room before she could even process what had happened.

And that wasn’t even the weirdest thing that had happened, the person before that had slumped over dead in a church confessional booth after saying about three words to the priest and the one before that had just randomly collapsed to the ground in the middle of a crosswalk after angrily yelling at a reckless driver that had almost ran her over.

“Alright, hit me.” Dean said, sounding much more awake now but, before you could say a word, one of the employees called out your order number over the general chatter of the restaurant. You snapped to attention, muttering a quick warning to Dean that the food was done and you were gonna go grab it, before moving forward and maneuvering your way through the small crowd that had accumulated between you and the front desk.

You took the grease-stained brown paper bag with a grateful smile and a polite nod before turning on your heel in order to make your way over to the exit. You shamelessly used your foot to bully the door open –since your hands were full– before stepping outside and squinting when the sun made your eyes ache, unused to the intense brightness after having spent so much time under the fluorescent lights that they had installed indoors.

“As I was saying, apparently there’s an old legend–” You began as you trotted over to the nearby sidewalk in order to begin the long walk back to the motel, only to be almost immediately interrupted by Dean.

“There always is.” Dean muttered to himself through a muffled yawn, but you expertly ignored him –a talent that had been born from being around the older Winchester for several years– and continued on as if he had never even uttered a word.

“–that a witch used to terrorize the area way back when this place used to be just a tiny trading town and, considering that there is definitely some kind of curse involved here, I figured that a witch –if not the very same witch from the story– is most likely our culprit rather than a cursed object, like we initially suspected.” You continued explaining your findings, lifting a hand to wave at the driver of a pick up that had slowed to a stop and motioned to the street in front of them, allowing you to quickly jog across the crosswalk.

“Fucking witches man.” Dean growled, the deep sound sending the wrong kind of signals to your brain and making your core heat up in anticipation as images of last night came to the forefront of your mind, an overwhelming sense of smug satisfaction blooming in your chest when you recalled the plethora of possessive marks that you’d shamelessly left all over his body.

The deafening blare of a car horn unceremoniously yanked you from your internal musings and you gave Dean a noncommital hum as your gaze scanned over the street in an effort to find the origin of the noise, pausing your search and freezing mid step when you noticed a man and a woman standing stock still on the other side of the busy road, both of them just staring at you as passersby gave them a wide berth.

“Hello? You still there?” You heard Dean’s voice as he called out over the phone, but your attention was firmly locked onto the pair on the opposite sidewalk who were very openly watching you with an intensity that made your gut churn, your eyes widening when you made the mistake of making eye contact with the woman and she shot you a mean grin.

“Uh, yeah. It’s just– There’s a man and a woman staring at me… and I have a feeling that they’re not coming over here for a friendly chat.” You relayed warily as the two finally moved, the woman taking the lead as they stepped off the curb and began making their way across the road toward you. 

And, no sooner than the words had left your mouth, you heard the telltale sound of Dean grabbing his keys and jacket before the rhythmic thump of rapid footsteps and the heavy slam of a door signaled his rushed exit from the motel room, the relative silence of the room being replaced by the whistle of the wind and general bustle of the city as Dean climbed into the Impala.

“Don’t hang up and don’t move, I’m coming to you.” Dean snapped furiously –though you didn’t take his harsh tone to heart since you knew that he was just worried– and you winced when you heard the deafening squeal of tires on asphalt from Dean’s end of the line, the commotion promptly being followed by a flurry of irritated honking as he drove like a mad man.

“The not moving thing probably won’t be an option, but you can access my location from your own phone and use that to track my movements. I’ll keep the call connected if I can.” You said quickly before acting as if you dropped the call and stashing your cell into the right pocket of your jacket moments before the woman came to a halt about a foot away from you, her companion not too far behind.

“Hello. You’ll have to forgive my rudeness, it’s been awhile since I’ve come across a hunter. Especially one who is brave or stupid enough to travel with someone as infamous and recognizable as a Winchester.” The woman –who you assumed was in charge– greeted with faux-remorse, and you swallowed nervously as her red lips stretched into a wide smile that showed off too many teeth to be strictly friendly.

You scrambled for something to focus on as you began to panic at the realization that the mystery woman –who you strongly suspected was the very witch that you’d been looking for– not only knew who you were but also why you were there, your brain stupidly choosing to latch onto the fact that the pair were going to cause you to be delayed even longer, which meant that it was becoming more than likely that your food was going to be stone cold by the time you made it back to the motel.

If you managed to come out of the confrontation alive, that is.

#supernatural #spn #pre series #pre season one #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #protective dean #hunter reader #established relationship #shameless flirting #banter #case fic #hunt gone wrong #witches #curses

[hiraeth-witch-11]

We are watching Twilight, William

Author's note: Fluffy One Shot to make up for the Bond to Happen angst I've been writing.

Warnings: none, fluff, tickling, popcorn throwing

Word count: 900ish

“We are watching Twilight, William. It’s my turn to pick the movie and it’s practically a crime that you’ve never seen it before.” You and Billy have a standing movie night, usually at the beginning of the week when he isn't as busy. Most often, he’d come over to your house with food or snacks and the two of you would talk about your days and enjoy a, generally subpar, movie together.

“All I wanted to know is why you kept sayin’ ‘Bella, where the hell have you been, loca?’ anytime I come over,” Billy says in exasperation and you laugh.

“You don’t have to like it, but you’ve made me sit through the Godfather twice now. I could’ve chosen something much much worse. Really, you should be grateful I chose to be nice.”

“I’m not even gonna ask what you mean by worse.” He shakes his head, grabbing the bowl of popcorn and offering it to you as the opening scene plays.

“That’s for the best, William.” You grin at him and he rolls his eyes.

“I’m gonna complain the whole time,” he warns.

“You will not! I will allow you to make fun of it, but don’t be whiny.”

“I am not whiny,” he scoffs.

“Shhhh.”

Billy was more or less a good sport through the movie, though occasionally he would make a face and look at you before saying anything.

“Go ahead,” you allow.

“So he’s been watching her sleep?”

“Yup.”

“And wants to eat her?”

“Yup.”

“And she finds that attractive?”

“More or less.”

“Do you find that attractive?” He looks at you warily.

“God no! Most of the men in this are just walking red flags.”

“Which ones aren’t?”

“Emmett is my favorite, total wholesome himbo. Carlisle is decent, though he did put his ‘kids’ who are all technically senior citizens in high school with literal children. That’s pretty iffy.”

“Am I going to regret asking what a himbo is?”

“Wholesome, muscly, dumb.”

Billy nods as if he understands. “I don’t understand women.”

“Maybe you would if you spent more time actually talking to them instead of, well, you know.”

“I talk to them plenty,” Billy scoffs.

“Okay.”

“I do!”

“I didn’t disagree with you, Bill.”

“I’ll spend hours talkin’ with women! They're still a mystery!”

“Are those hours mainly flirting?”

Billy huffs. “I talk with you all the time.”

“Yeah and you understand me.”

“No, I know you. Understandin’ is a whole ‘nother thing, darlin’.”

You chuckle a bit at that and swipe a handful of popcorn from the bowl.

“They let her go into the bathroom alone? Without checking it? Or looking for other exits? Rookie mistakes.” He shakes his head in mock seriousness. “And isn’t Alice supposed to see the future? How come she didn’t see this coming?”

“I dunno. She can’t know everything all the time.” You’re amused at how invested Billy is, even if it is under the guise of criticism. His comments continue through to the end of the movie.

“Well, what did you think?” You ask, finishing up some of the popcorn.

“There is nothing I can say that won’t get me in trouble.”

“Coward.”

“Take that back!”

“Nope.”

“Fine, it was awful but the music was alright.” He shrugs.

“Hah! I knew you would like it.”

“I never said that!”

“You paid attention the whole time! You didn’t even check your phone!”

“That’s cuz it’s us time, not cuz of the movie,” he explains.

“Sap,” you say, throwing a piece of popcorn at his face. Of course he effortlessly catches it in his mouth and grins at you as he chews.

“Are you gonna make me sit through the rest of them over the next few months?”

“Most likey.”

Billy groans at your words, tossing his head back against the couch.

“They get better. Sort of,” you offer, poking his side to get his attention.

“It’s not hard to do better than that,” he says gesturing at the TV.

“You had fun, admit it.” You poke him in the side again. “The movie entertained you even if you hated it.” You go to poke him again and he grabs your wrist, pulling you toward him until you fall on his chest. His free hand begins tickling your ribs and you squeal, wiggling to get away.

You try to retaliate with your own free hand, but he somehow scoops that one up as well, holding both your wrists in one hand and continuing to tickle you.

“I yield, I yield!” You shriek with laughter. He stops, resting his forehead against yours as you catch your breath.

“You started it,” he reminds as you pout at him.

“I was just poking you! You escalated!” You protest.

“What did you expect, sweetheart? ‘Course I did.”

You stick your tongue out at him and he releases your wrists with a chuckle. You lean back a little, but still stay firmly seated on his lap.

“It’s not too late yet, do you want to watch another one or call it a night?” You ask.

Billy sighs in defeat. “Might as well get the next one over with sooner rather than later.”

You grin widely and pull up ‘New Moon’. You rest your head against Billy’s chest and he fixes the blanket around the both of you before wrapping his arms around you.

“Just a heads up, I’ll probably cry at some point during this one,” you warn. Billy rubs gentle circles on your back with his hand. You can hear the smirk in his voice when he says, 

“S’okay, baby. I promise I'll only tease you a little when you do.”

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hold back the river (let me look in your eyes)

Word Count: 4184

Summary: You love Daryl Dixon more than anything but there is a strain placed on your relationship after the loss of Rick Grimes. You start to see Daryl less and less as he spends every day at the river searching for his brother, and when he's home you spend every minute afraid that you'll lose him again. Can you work through the issue and bring him home?

Characters: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader, Dog, Rick Grimes, Judith Grimes, RJ Grimes, Michonne, Maggie Rhee, Aaron, Rosita Espinosa

Warnings: Lots of talk about Rick's "death", angst, hurt/comfort, crying, emotional confessions, mentions of death, readers afraid of losing Daryl

A/N: Another week another Daryl fic! Thank you all so much for your support on my first Daryl fic! It made me so happy and so excited to work on this one seeing how much you enjoyed the last one. I've had so much fun writing these and thought I'd switch this up with some hurt/comfort angst after the smut so I hope you enjoy this just as much! I already have plans for many more fics in the future. I hope you all enjoy :)

Feedback is what motivates me to work so please let me know what you think! Reblogs are also greatly appreciated.

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Finding a single peaceful day among the madness of the end of the world had become a rarity but it seemed today was shaping up to be one of those rare days. You finished your work helping to repair the walls early and headed out to check in with Maggie wanting to see where else you could lend a hand but it seemed for once, everything was already under control. Maggie reassured you that you'd done everything you could for the day and told you to take the rest of the afternoon to yourself.

You gladly accepted, already feeling the ache in your bones from moving around the metal panels for the walls setting in as you walked back to the trailer that had become your home at Hilltop. It was one of those late Autumn days when the sun was still sitting high in the sky and the air somehow still held onto that Georgian heat. You decided not to waste the day cooped up inside and instead took the book from your bedside table and headed out to settle into your favourite spot for the afternoon.

There was a small patch of trees hidden more towards the back wall of Hilltop, one of which was perfect to sit under to read. It provided you with enough shade to hide from the sun while still letting you enjoy the warmth. It was quiet, further away from the usual everyday noises of Hilltop and you had started to spend a lot more time here when you needed your space. It was rare that anyone stumbled across you here and there were only two people who knew where to find you when you disappeared.

 The first of course was Maggie, the woman seemingly having a talent for knowing the whereabouts of any resident of Hilltop at any time had quickly discovered your hiding spot. The other was Daryl, he was the only one you'd shared the secret with willingly. You'd taken him here with one summer day when he was staying at Hilltop, the two of you wanting some time alone while you were navigating a new relationship.

That day was almost bittersweet to think about now. It might have sounded ridiculous to anybody else but those seemed like simpler times now. Your memories with Daryl, anytime you spent with him were the fondest memories you had but it made your heart ache just that much more when he was away. More recently it was starting to feel like he was away more often than he was with you. It had been almost three weeks since the last time you saw him now.

The news of what happened to Rick Grimes shook each of the communities, everyone's lives having been touched by him in some way but out of everyone you knew, Daryl had been hit the hardest. He lost more than most people could understand that day. You wished there was some way you could undo the last few months, to bring Rick home and bring everything back to normal but more than anything else, you wished you could bring Daryl home to you. He wasn't lost out there or presumed dead, he was alive and safe but simply spending every waking moment he had down by that river searching for his brother. He lost his brother that day but in the process, you were losing the man you loved.

You tried not to think about it, knowing all it did was upset you but your mind liked to wander. The words on the page in front of you started to blur, the romance novel long since abandoned but you couldn't pull your eyes away instead just staring blankly at the page. You were so disassociated from everything that you barely noticed the feeling of something nudging at your hand that was resting beside you. 

You slowly started to zone back in, your small bit of focus recognising the feeling of the wet nose of an animal sniffing at your hand, begging for attention. You didn't pay much attention to it, acting on instinct as you raised your hand to pet it still trying to focus on your book. It wasn't uncommon for animals to be running loose around Hilltop, most of them having grown used to human attention. It was only when you heard the whining bark for more attention that it finally snapped you out of your daze and your eyes flew to the dog sitting next to you.

"Dog! Oh, good boy!" You grinned the excitement of seeing him taking over as you dropped your book to your lap to give him a proper welcome. You scratched behind his ears as you watched him roll over onto the ground, panting between excited barks. There was this certain spot behind his ear that made Dog completely flop over and he loved when you scratched it, it was something Daryl had taught you early on when Dog had taken a liking to you. That was when the realisation hit you like a train, practically knocking the air from your lungs. If Dog was here then- "Daryl!"

You lept to your feet, not caring where your book landed as it tumbled to the ground. Your mind was too full with one thought and one thought only, Daryl. You didn't waste a second, taking off running as you sprinted towards the gates, Dog close at your heels as he chased after you. It was like your heart jumped into your throat, your pulse hammering in your ears as you finally saw him. He was standing by the gates, his bike propped up next to him as he talked to Maggie and Aaron. They seemed to be in the middle of a conversation but you didn't let that stop you, not caring one bit if you were interrupting them as you threw yourself at Daryl. You collided with him hard, burying your face in his chest as your arms went around his neck pulling him down into you.

"Oh, Jesus!" He spluttered out a laugh as he staggered back a couple of steps, just barely managing to balance himself before both of you ended up on the ground with the force of your hug. He swayed you for a moment, his hand coming to the back of your head. "Easy woman! Gonna knock us both on our asses." 

"I missed you." You breathed out, finally feeling you could breathe again as you realised this wasn't a dream, Daryl really was standing in front of you safe and alive and most importantly, home. When he was out there, miles away from home contact was hard if not impossible at times and you worried about him every second he was gone. You were afraid if something happened out there you wouldn't know until eventually, it had just been months since he last came home. You couldn't sleep when you didn't know if he was safe.

"Missed ya too sweetheart." The more casual almost joking side he'd at first was gone now, his arms tightening around protectively as he pulled you closer. It was moments like this that made this world feel worth fighting for again, the safety of Daryl's arms. You'd never had anything that could make you feel okay as quickly before in your life. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent as he did. One hand traced up and down the length of your spine as he held you. "Sorry I've been gone so long this time." 

"Well, we'll leave you two to catch up then." Maggie laughed, seemingly amused at the rare display of such openly public affection from Daryl. She rested her hand on Aaron's shoulder as she started to walk away, urging him to follow her. "It's good to see you home Daryl." 

"How'd ya know I was home?" Daryl asked finally pulling away from the hug, one hand staying on your waist while the other reached up to brush a stray hair out of your face. There was a light in his eyes as they glided all over your face like he was trying to memorise every little detail of the way you looked at him, the love written across your features and the softness in your gaze now that you finally had him home. "Wanted to come and surprise ya."

"Dog found me." You smiled watching the way Dog weaved in and out between you and Daryl, his tail wagging with the excitement of finally being home. Now that you could relate to.

"Guess I ain't the only one missin' ya." Daryl was almost bashful at how much he really had missed you out there. He dropped his head down, nudging your shoulder with his forehead as you played with the hairs at the nape of his neck. The rest of the world seemed to fade away from the two of you, you couldn't bring yourself to care about the eyes you sure were on you as you stood out in the open.

"Speaking of, how do you feel about another trip? I've got a dinner invite for tonight and I know some other people who will be very excited to see you." You turned your face and pressed a kiss to his cheek. The rough stubble on his cheek burned against your skin, the hairs that much longer and untamed after being in the woods for so long. Daryl caught your jaw in his hand letting his thumb brush against your cheek and then, gently tilted your face up so he could pull you into a proper kiss. It was a soft kiss, slow and deep as you both savoured the feeling trying to make up for the lost time.

"Haven't had a proper meal in awhile, I'm starvin'. Who's cookin'?" He asked pulling away from the kiss with a grin.

~~~

The unseasonably warm day proved to be perfect for a trip on Daryl's motorbike, the sun filtering through the trees along the road to Alexandria. It was a quiet journey, both of you simply enjoying each other's company on the open road. Your arms were wrapped tightly around Daryl's waist, your hands pressed against his stomach while your head rested against his back. You let your eyes close enjoying the feeling of the wind in your hair and Daryl in your arms, you refused to let go of him for a second longer than you had to now that he was home.

As sped down the road towards the gates to Alexandria Rosita spotted you approaching and signalled for the gate to be opened for you. You nodded back at her as she waved, Daryl not stopping at the gates and instead heading straight to your house to park his bike outside. 

The old townhouse in Alexandria was the first place Daryl had ever lived with you, at the time it was more of a shared house with a few of the other residents of Alexandria but as time went on and the other communities were discovered more people moved outwards. It was your home now, something that belongs to just the two of you but you couldn't bring yourself to stay there alone anymore. Something about the cold walls and empty bed made you miss him that much more when he was gone.

You left the bike parked on the street just outside, deciding to instead walk the few houses down to dinner. As you drew closer you could hear the growing sounds of children playing, laughter filling the street the way it did in the old world, the way it was always supposed. Alexandria had finally become the safe place for families that you'd always dreamed it would be, it made you hopeful for the future. As you rounded the corner onto the next street the sound of playing turned to an excited high pitched giggle.

"Uncle Daryl!"Little Judith Grimes had grown so much since you first joined the group back in the prison and she was shaping up to have the same strong personality as her dad and brother. Daryl had helped look after her ever since she was a baby and you knew she miss Daryl almost as much as you did while he was away. For the second time that day, Daryl braced himself as he caught a running hug from Judith, swinging her up into the air with ease.

"Hiya Jude. How's my favourite lil' ass kicker?" Daryl smiled messing up her hair as she made a fuss in his arms. She squealed loudly enough to catch Michonne's attention as Daryl tiled hr backwards, hanging her almost entirely upside down in his arms. Michonne waved at you from the porch as she started to make her way towards you. Daryl let Judith down when he saw her, something about his expression becoming more serious as Judith ran over to you.

You knelt down and tried to keep up as Judith burst into an excited rant about everything that had been happening while you were at Hilltop but part of your mind was distracted. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Daryl and Michonne walking a few steps away, talking in hushed voices but just loud enough for you to make out the words as they spoke. 

You understood the serious look that had settled over Daryl's features now, he was updating her. About what he'd found, what he hadn't found and more importantly if they thought finding Rick's body was still a possibility. You tried to keep your excited expression steady for Judith but you could feel your sink as you heard Daryl's final words to her.

I ain't done yet, imma keep lookin' for him.

It wasn't over, it never was with him. You'd finally got him back but now who knew for how long. His determination was one of the things that made you fall in love with him but sometimes, that stubbornness exhausted you. You were tired, tired of the worry and the lonely nights and you just wanted him with you. You tried your best to push the thought to the back of your mind, to let yourself enjoy the time you had together now as Judith led you inside by the hand to show you a project she was helping RJ with for his homeschooling.

You spent hours at their house, chatting as you caught each other up about everything and anything. How the kids were, the way the communities were running now, your jobs, everything you could think of. Daryl spent most of the night sitting on the couch with, his arm wrapped around your shoulder when he wasn't playing with the kids. You watched how at ease he was with them and it gave you hope that maybe someday you could have that. The security of a family, kids of your own that would adore Daryl just as much as they did. 

You were starting to wonder if Michonne's cooking really had become that much better than yours or if it was simply the good company that made everything that much better but either way it was the best dinner you'd had in a long time. It was late by the time you were done, everyone had completely cleared their plates and the kids were getting tired, drawing closer to their bedtime. You volunteered to help clear the table with Daryl while Michonne put Judith and RJ to bed.

"Should go home after this," Daryl said leaning over to brush your hair out of your face as he dropped the last of the plates into the sink. You leaned against the counter looking up at him with that gentle gaze he still wasn't sure he deserved. "You look tired and I ain't slept on a proper mattress in too long." 

Home, sometimes after everything you'd been through together it was still strange to go home to your own house together. You nodded your agreement and said your goodbyes when Michonne came back downstairs. She hugged you one last time before you headed out into the night, walking back home with Daryl's hand held securely in yours. Daryl was right you were tired, damn near exhausted by the excitement of the day when you reached home. You kicked off your shoes at the door and headed straight upstairs to your bedroom.

Daryl stayed downstairs a little longer, unpacking the last of his things from his bike before he turned in for the night. You changed out of your clothes, putting on your favourite cotton shorts and tank top combo for bed. You'd brought it everywhere with you for years now, from the prison to here. The fabric wore away in places over time but they were still comfortable. By the time Daryl joined you, you had crawled into bed and were curled up on your side already starting to struggle to hold your eyes open.

He stripped out of his dirty clothes throwing them in the wash basket as he was left in just his faded grey boxers. He pulled back the sheet and slid in behind you, his arms immediately encasing you as he pulled you back into his chest. His skin was warm against yours, always seeming to radiate heat no matter the weather. His fingertips traced featherlight shapes across your arm, the feeling tickling your skin as he rested his chin against your shoulder, pressing a kiss to the exposed skin there.

"I really am glad you're home." You whispered, your voice slurred from the call of sleep. You turned your head to meet his eyes as you spoke, watching the way they softened when he looked at you. "I missed you so much. Missed this, us." 

"I know sweetheart." He sighed, his tone almost sad as he pressed a kiss against your lips, gently nudging your nose with his when he pulled away. There was something in his expression that told you he knew you wouldn't like what he said next. "I miss ya too when I'm got there, but I gotta keep lookin', I gotta know for sure. Ya know that." 

"I wish you didn't." Part of your desire to keep him here was selfish, you knew that. You were protecting your own feelings, protecting yourself from losing another person while you knew Daryl had lost his oldest friend that day. You wished he could see that while the people you'd lost were worth fighting for, his life here was worth staying for too. He fell quiet after that, knowing deep down you were right but he didn't know how to give up on something he'd dedicated himself to. Not long after that, you drifted off to sleep, finally feeling safe enough to get a good rest with Daryl's warmth wrapped around you.

~~~

There was a cold chill in the air the next morning, and you were woken by the goosebumps rising on your skin. You pulled the duvet tighter around your body not wanting to let any of the cold in and shifted backwards trying to find the warmth of Daryl's chest to gain more heat. It was only then that you noticed the emptiness of the bed next to you, just a mess of sheets where Daryl had been lying. You slowly opened your eyes, blinking harshly against the morning light as you moved up against the pillows.

Daryl was sitting on the end of the bed, already fully dressed with his back to you as he did up his boots, seeming unaware that you were now awake behind him. You could feel that familiar sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach that made you feel sick as you knew what was to come next, some kind of explanation that he wouldn't be gone as long this time with promises to see you soon as he kissed you goodbye. It was always the same.

"Don't go." Your voice was quiet just barely above a whisper, still heavy with sleep and partially with the weight of the conversation you were expecting. Daryl turned to look at you when he heard you whisper, his hand coming to rest on your leg over the duvet as he gave you a reassuring look.

"I ain't goin' nowhere right now sweetheart. Just told Michonne I'd drop by, wanna talk about something she didn't wanna bring up at dinner with the kids around and all." He explained reaching for your hand before leaning down to brush his lips across your knuckles, his thumb tracing the same path afterwards. You wanted to believe that's all it really was, a conversation but you'd heard them yesterday. Whether Daryl would admit it right now or not, you knew the truth. You were going to lose him again.

"I heard you talking yesterday when I was with Judith. I know you didn't think I could hear but I could." You stumbled over your explanation as your bottom lip started to quiver as you spoke. You tried to bite back your emotions and the tears that were starting to prick at the corners of your eyes. You were afraid if you started to cry you wouldn't stop and you'd never get to say what you wanted to. "You're going back out there, aren't you?"

"There's a place, further down the river. We think maybe-" Daryl's gaze fell to your hand, not able to meet your eyes as his voice dropped in volume. He wanted to be honest, to tell you the truth about just how much area was still unsearched out there but he knew it wasn't what you wanted to hear. Not what you needed. "I gotta know Y/N. If he's out there, I gotta know."

"What about me?" You couldn't hold it back anymore and the damn broke, hot tears suddenly streaming down your face as you spoke. You hated that you couldn't be strong about this anymore. The last thing you ever wanted was to make Daryl feel bad but you needed to get these feelings out or you were afraid you might drown in them.

"What about me Daryl? I can't sleep when you're out there. I spend every night lying awake, terrified that the next search party we send down to that damn river will be for your body when there's someday when you just don't come home. I understand what you've lost, I know what Rick meant to you, what his family still means to you but I'm right here. And I don't know how much more of this fear I can take."

You choked back a sob as your hand slipped from Daryl's coming to instead to wrap around your own torso as you pulled your knees tight against your chest. Through the blurred vision of your tears, you could see the look that settled over Daryl's face as he finally realised how his being away affected you. There was a hurt in his eyes you'd never seen before and it broke your heart as he struggled for a response, not wanting to interrupt your own emotions.

"I love you so much. Why can't that be enough? Why can't we be enough?"

"I never meant to - goddammit I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."  He caught your face in his hands, steading you as he wiped away your tears with the pads of his thumbs. His own voice shook with unshed tears and anger at himself as he watched you like this. How had he never noticed how badly this was affecting you before? Was he really that blind to the way he made you feel?

You crawled across the bed and collapsed into his lap, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as he held you closer to him. His hand ran over your hair as you cried, trying anything he could to soothe you. "Hush sweetheart don't cry. 's alright."

Daryl held you in his arms while you cried, your tears soaking into the fabric of his shirt but he didn't care. All he wanted was for you to feel better. One hand continued the rhythmic stroking of your hair that was slowly starting calm you while the other traced up and down your back. You couldn't handle the thought of losing this, of losing him, the one person in this world who still understood you completely. You didn't think you could survive it.

"I had no idea how much this was hurtin' ya," Daryl whispered softly, kissing the top of your head as your breathing finally started to slow back down to normal. He rested his forehead against the top of your head as he continued to hold you. "Never meant to hurt ya like this, ya know I never would."

"Just please don't leave this time?" You asked weakly, your voice still shaking as you tried to speak, your words muffled by Daryl's skin. Your tears had slowed but not stopped completely.

"I ain't ever leavin' ya alone again," Daryl promised pulling you into a tight hug.

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Toto Wolff opens up on what life without Lewis Hamilton will be like 👀🏎️ | Aus GP 🏁 | Fox Motorsport (8:16 - 12:25)

Q: Do you think having Max in your car right now would add to performance?  No. He's extraordinary. But we would give him a car that's a handful, difficult to set up and drive. I'd rather make that step and be out there and say this is a car you could drive because it's going fast.  Q: Do you think that you're going to have a decision on that anytime soon? What is the timeframe around actually knowing who that person is going to be next to George?  We were taken aback by Lewis' decision so quickly, now I want to really take my time. We have a slot free. The only one in the top teams, unless Max decides he goes, then the slot is not gonna be free with us anymore. There are a few options that are really interesting for us. From the very young super talent, to some of the other ones who are very experienced, and that's not gonna happen in the next few weeks or a month or so. I want to continue to monitor the market.  Q: So when is it likely that you'll have a decision? Is it something that you do post season at the end of the year?  Towards the summer. Q: Will George's performance influence the decision that you make, ultimately on the teammate that he'll have?  No, he's a bank. He's having that seat. He has been part of our junior programme for a long time. The reason why is because he's great. It's about the second seat.  Q: But by that I mean, if George can perform this year you'll look for someone that is younger and less experienced to be second to him or perhaps if it doesn't go his way, do you need to offer experience?  Well, I don't know yet. It depends also what Max does. Then we have a young kid that is very promising. Don't want to put more extra pressure on him but it looks like he can be one of the great ones. But we also don't want to drown him jumping so quickly in an F1 car by 17. There's a few options that we could play with. Obviously there's Fernando, who's very exciting. And Carlos, very good. So there's a few ones. Q: You have a huge decision to make, don't you?  Yeah, but this time I'm going to play like the bride: difficult to get.  Q: Excellent. You had an opportunity to sign Max before he signed for Red Bull. How do you look back on that time now? Is he the one that got away? I mean, like I said, hindsight is a beautiful thing.  You know a lot about us. Yeah, I've seen him in Formula Three and he was very good. And I have a good relationship with his father. So we sat down in my home in Vienna and said what can we do? I wasn't able to give him a Formula One seat. I said let's do F2 together, it was GP2 back in the day. We fully fund it and then I'll guarantee a seat next year in the car. And they said well, we have an offer from Red Bull for an Alpha Tauri basically from now on. That was it. I knew that we wouldn't be able to compete with it. Half into the season, he replaced another driver in Red Bull and took the seat and here we go. He's a three time world champion.  Q: So there it's a little bit poetic between you two then if you were able to snatch Max, it would sort of come full circle considering what you've been through together.  Exactly. It's always the kind of relationship that needs to happen at a certain stage. But we don't know when.  Q: He's your number one pick?  Yes, I mean, you see what his performance levels are, but I wouldn't want to discount the other ones too. We have to look at ourselves and say what is it we can do with this car, and then it becomes much easier whoever drives the second car. It becomes much easier for George, because he has the potential of being a world champion. Much more the team's problem to solve than really looking for a silver bullet with an amazing driver.  Q: Well Toto I'm wishing all the best for the Australian Grand Prix. You're not promising anything but you've come from behind much further down the grid so anything is possible in Formula One. Thanks for joining us on Fox Sports and all the best for the rest of the year. Thank you very much.

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To add to your point about your Roman and Seth, remember that brief backstage moment they had back in 2021? It's been a while since I've seen it, but from what I can recall, there was no animosity between them. And there were no signs that Roman still hated Seth or that he still hasn't forgiven him for the betrayal. So, that makes the feud from 2022 make even less sense.

I get that at the time, they were both playing heels. And Seth's main character trait was being a master of manipulation and playing mind games. And here, WWE had a huge opportunity at coming up with a compelling story between two heels, who were vastly different from each other and had entirely different motives for doing what they were doing. And instead of coming up with something compelling for Roman and Seth, they instead resorted to rewriting their history and undoing their past character development.

I'm not knocking down Roman's and Seth's work at playing heels. I feel that's where they both work best and where they excel. They're both naturals at it and the majority of fans seem to like them better as heels rather than as babyfaces. But still, like I stated before, that doesn't mean past character development should be undone and rewritten for the sake of making a current story make sense. But sadly, it's just not Roman and Seth WWE does this with. It happens pretty much all the time with everyone else and unfortunately, that doesn't seem like it's gonna change anytime soon.

yeah, there was a nuanced, thoughtful way to address their history within the context of the characters they were playing at the time. i'm not saying roman isn't allowed to have complicated feelings about what seth did to this day. of course he does; they all do. it's just the execution was so disappointing. they really couldn't come up with anything better than seth loudly reminding him that he stabbed him in the back and roman being like "i HATE you and i'll NEVER forgive you." it felt like a bad cartoon made for children. it was the least subtle thing ever and the writing and acting were pretty dreadful. they both deserved better than that, honestly.

not to make everything about ambrollins (although that is basically my gimmick) but especially when you go back and watch how their history was handled during their 2017 reunion and how all their interactions felt so painfully real and believable and like actual humans with flaws and weaknesses and conflicted feelings reckoning with their past traumas and mistakes and current desires, it's such a stark contrast to the shallow, simplistic story they tried to tell with roman and seth. people keep bringing up 'shield lore' since wm and honestly, i think reducing 'shield lore' to one event from a decade ago when there's been so much growth and development for all of them and their relationships is doing the shield a huge disservice.

#ask #Anonymous

[if-i-can-dream-of-elvis]

Thoughts on the new Elvis and Priscilla movie news?

Hey! I'll be honest with you: I'm not very fond of this project for many reasons. First of all, I think it's too early to release any other movie about Elvis' life. Of course, I always thought that the film industry would be eager to surf on the success of Baz's movie when he made Elvis' name return to the media spotlight, but, folks, Elvis premiered in theaters less than three months ago! There are movie theaters still screening the movie I think! I imagine this "Elvis and me" movie (apparently entitled "Priscilla") won't be released anytime soon (maybe sometime in 2024) because it's probably still in the early stages of production, but I still think everything's happening way too fast. Not to mention that one of my friends said she read somewhere that filming starts in October/November??? I mean, it took Baz Luhrmann years of research to come up with "Elvis", just like Austin Butler devoted years of his life to prepare himself for the most challenging role of his life: portraying Elvis Presley! This cast announcement that came out two days ago was so sudden, it seems to me that the production of "Priscilla" is really moving too quickly… how can we have a film with such quality and care if it's being rushed like this??? I'm not questioning the work of director Sofia Coppola because until today I've only heard praise for her, but I really don't know what to expect from the final result.

Another thing that intrigues me is the fact that Priscilla has yet to comment on the matter. I don't know if she retains the rights to "Elvis and me" or if she really doesn't have the power to accept or decline offers to adapt the book, but I find it very strange the way it's all coming to light right now. I must confess to you that I have never read this biography before, so I cannot speak precisely about its content; absolutely everything I know about the book is based on the opinions of those who have read it. I haven't watched the 1988 TV movie either. But from everything I've heard about the book, something tells me that Elvis won't be put in a good light in "Priscilla", unlike he was in "Elvis". And I think the Presleys wouldn't allow such a thing since they were so defensive and enthusiastic about Baz's work.

For decades, many people tried to invalidate Elvis' legacy, and Baz's movie was essential to demystify many things, especially the allegations of cultural appropriation, because he was careful to present the historical and social context that led Elvis to identify with black music. And just now, after we had a film that finally brought some humanity to Elvis and showed his true soul, his naivety, his devotion to the stages, his insistence on standing up for what he believed in; now that a whole new generation of fans has emerged to celebrate the great artist he's always been… they're about to make a movie that will rely on controversy to capitalize on Elvis' image once again and they'll probably villainize him, making a whole wave of hate come back in full force. Of course, we still can't say for sure if the new adaptation will faithfully follow the book, or if there'll be some changes along the way. But either way, "Priscilla" is a big no for me. There are many other ways to take advantage of the increased public interest in Elvis: bringing in new documentaries about his career (like the one Steve Binder is producing), bringing exhibitions around the world, screening concerts or old Elvis movies in cinemas, I don't know, there's no shortage of ways to keep his fans entertained.

I really wanted Baz's movie to be the last and ultimate work about Elvis' life; it was genuine, uplifting, astonishing, fit for a king. If they're going to bring up controversy, I'd rather they let Elvis rest in peace. And we, his fans, also deserve a break. Only we know how exhausting it is to have to respond to the same criticisms and rumors about his life all the time. We don't deserve to be stripped of this positivity, that's what I think and I'm sorry to those who disagree with me.

#answered #text #anon #elvis presley #elvis

[sukirainbow]

[+18 Fic] Accidental Frictions

Fandom: NARUTO Rating: Explicit - 18+ Content Pairing: Nagato x Yahiko x Konan Characters: Nagato, Konan, Yahiko Content: Alternate Universe, Canon Divergence, Not Canon Compliant, Explicit Sexual Content, Trans Konan, polyamory, sexual encounters leads to them finally figuring shit out Word count: 6259 - 5 chapters, complete work Summary: Nagato is happy that Konan and Yahiko seem to have started a relationship, although a bit jealous. But whoopsie, a little incident after an akatsuki meeting between Yahiko and Nagato might shake things up and destroy what was built… Or maybe not?

I like the idea of two people who have the hots for each other finding themself on top of each other and just going 'fuck it... might as well get steamy' so I wrote it and just expanded on that. These three deserved all the good sex in the world.

Chapter one under the cut (explicit), read the rest on AO3

Chapter 1: The Fall

Nagato was a bit zoned out during the Akatsuki meeting. Thankfully, nothing much happened this week so he didn't miss any crucial infos.

He was lost in his thoughts, thinking about his friends Konan and Yahiko. He knew they kissed recently, and that they've probably been making out much more when Konan was taking care of Yahiko at home while he went out for a walk. It was a conscious move on his part, as he was happy for his two friends and was ready to help them as much as possible to help their romance bloom. His two good looking, nice and cool friends really belonged together, they got along so well.

Nagato wasn't completely deaf to his own heart's feelings about all this though. It pinched a little. He was also very interested in Konan before they started kissing, but he had never personally dared to express these feelings because he knew he had less charisma than Yahiko. He always knew in a way that they'd end up together. Yahiko was much stronger physically, with much more muscles and way manlier. He was more handsome than him and braver too. In fact he wasn't exactly insensitive to Yahiko's charms either. He knew his heart desired them both but he silenced those feelings. Even more so now.

The meeting finished and the members got back to their occupations, home or on the field. Konan let her housemate know that she had to go pick up something with two other girls from Akatsuki and that she'd go directly home then.

Yahiko and Nagato stayed in the meeting room, putting away the maps and letters. Nagato sat on the edge of the table to rest his recently hurt ankle, still in his thoughts. Yahiko finished putting away what he was carrying and looked at him. He was wondering why his friend looked so absent these days.

“Nagato, are you feeling alright?”

“Hm? Yes, why do you ask?”

“You seem... Thoughtful, and silent.”

“Oh you know, I've always been the silent type compared to you.”

“Right. How's your ankle?”

“Better. Like the medics predicted, no big deal I'll heal quickly.”

Yahiko started walking toward him to keep talking with him. He tripped on the little step that surrounded the table and started falling down. Nagato got up to try and catch him, which he managed but his ankle still being a bit painful made him flinch and he fell back against the table, lying on it. Yahiko was lying on top of him. The position was a bit awkward as Yahiko was laying on him, right between his spread legs. Yahiko stood up a bit but not completely, standing on his hands over Nagato, staring at him.

“I'm sorry I slipped…”

“It's okay, I'm okay.”

“.... Nagato, this position is very awkward…”

“I-I know…”

“We're like, tightly squeezed against each other.”

“Mhm…”

“I think my dick's right on yours."

“I know... I feel it too.”

Nagato was expecting Yahiko to get up and free him anytime now but he stayed there, fixated on his eyes. He was already blushing but the prolongation of this pose made it worse. Being so close to Yahiko, feeling his breathing on him, their crotches pressed against each other, his heart was racing and he knew it was only a matter of time before he got hard. That was the case for Yahiko too.

“Oh we're so tight that we're getting hard…”

“Y-yeah, as I said, I feel it too.”

Yahiko slammed his hands closer to Nagato's face and leaned closer over his face, he felt that he also thrusted his hips toward him. In a warm exhaled breath, the ginger pronounced his name with desire.

“Oh Nagato…”

He started to thrust his dick against Nagato's in a rhythm, breathing loudly. Nagato was unable not to react. The desire he felt for Yahiko rose suddenly, like how his dick got hard, and he accompanied his movements by moaning and moving his own hips. Still he was worried someone would catch them.

“Y-Yahiko... This is- people could see…”

“No... The room's going to be empty for a little while, if we're quick then no one will see.”

“Y-Yahiko... Oh Yahiko!”

They kept grinding on each other with intense desire, both guys being extremely attracted to the other. Nagato was struggling to keep his moans at a reasonable volume to not attract attention, gripping on Yahiko's sleeves.

Sadly for him he didn't have to attract anyone as an unfortunate bystander was stuck spectating the audio part of the show. 

Kyousuke was still in the bathroom next to the meeting room when these two fell. Having just finished washing his hands when they fell on each other, he was then trapped as there was no way he could escape without them seeing him. He had no wish to catch them in an embarrassing moment, nor to stop them. So he stayed hidden and had no choice but to hear them grinding on each other. He knew these two were to kiss at some point but he never imagined he'd be stuck in the bathroom as these two fucked on the strategy meeting table. Kyousuke regretted deeply not choosing to pee at his own place instead of here after the meeting, hoping they wouldn’t last long.

Yahiko slowed down and put his hands down to his crotch. Nagato looked at him mortified of embarrassment, thinking Yahiko was about to undress and have penetrative sex with him. Not that he disliked the idea but he'd rather that didn't happen there, where Akatsuki members could barge in anytime.

“Y-Yahiko what are you?? We don't have time. If someone walks in-”

“I know... I'm just pushing down my pants a bit. I want to feel you more against me.”

Nagato blushed even more, and shyly asked.

“Can you... Do the same for me then?”

Yahiko nodded and pulled down his pants, pushing them down to his knees. Yahiko got back on him, adjusting the position for the best grinding angle and started thrusting again. The sensation was even more intense and Nagato felt like his climax would be coming soon. They grinded some more before Nagato gripped on Yahiko's arms and asked out of breath.

“Y-Yahiko, can you kiss me?”

“Nagato…”

“Please kiss me, please please please!”

Nagato was on the edge of orgasm and thrusting as much as he could on his partner. Yahiko pressed his lips against his as he got very reinvigorated by his friend begging for it, and quickly their mouths connected to each other and their tongues embraced. It wasn't the cleanest first kiss in the world and some saliva spilled.

Nagato hugged tightly on Yahiko and ejaculated against his friend's cock, who soon did the same, as both moaned each other’s name.

They stayed like that a bit, catching their breath and looking lovingly at each other. Yahiko got up, pulled back Nagato's pants and then his own. Both didn't dare to say anything, they really wanted to but didn't know what to say after such a thing happened between them. Yahiko decided to just flee the situation, and waved bye at Nagato.

“Yahiko wait-”

But it was too late, he jumped from the balcony to an unknown destination. Nagato sat back on the table, his legs still shaking a bit. His feelings were all mixed up in his heart, he didn't know what to do. Then he suddenly felt overwhelmed by guilt. He just had sex with Konan's boyfriend. He stayed there lost in his thoughts then decided to go back home.

Read it on AO3

#Naruto fic #naruto fanfiction #my fics #nagayahikonan #nagato #konan #yahiko #nagakonan #yahinaga #yahikonan #ame orphans #nagato uzumaki

[caffeinatedmombie]

Cookies. Delivered.

Expensive. But worth it. Especially after today.

Today wasn't terrible but was off to a rough start when I noticed two missed calls from the ex about an hour into my shift. Instant panic mode. And of course this is one of our less staffed days so I'm not able to freely answer my phone as I please. Eventually I ask for a break to call make just to ease my own anxiety because I literally couldn't function and it was truck day.

As predicted he wanted to come get the boys for the weekend which would be fine if she wasn't around and I know she will be. I do not trust that there won't be another issue not to mention he has zero income at the moment other than donating plasma twice a week. He quickly went into defensive asshole mode. Accusing me of keeping the boys from him which again he could have stopped by anytime. And he chose not to. Then defending his girlfriend or whatever she is saying what she did is no worse than anything I've done. Which is baffling because I cannot think of anything. Then on to how people like his mom have messaged him saying that I shouldn't have the boys. On to how he helped me so much and he has no one to help him when he's without a job. Again baffled because it's literally the other way around. He gave me $20 once. That's it. I've paid his fucking rent and on the motorcycle repair bill. Continued on about how he was still going to try to get the boys and didn't care to wait until after I got off work.

I vent to a coworker then try to carry on. Shortly after a text that "I win" again this time and he'll get them next weekend no matter what. Crisis avoided.

For now.

Fast forward about an hour. And he calls while I'm on a smoke break. Apparently he had attempted to donate plasma only to get there and be told he can't until tomorrow but he rode in on fumes and now he's stranded. Ugh. I am strict with the fact that I'm at work and there's nothing I can do. Well low and behold the plasma place is down the road a little so whatever if you can get to the store I can do $20 so you can get home.

It should at least keep him off my back for another week or so. Hopefully.

Also I happened to get caught in the rain on my way home. Then proceeded to freeze on the bus.

Today's almost over tho. And I still have my boys. I also only have one day of work left before I'm off for my mini bullshit 4 day vacation.

#life #blah blah blah #i will protect them #divorce #junk food delivered tho #crisis avoided

[theteasetwrites]

The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning

Chapter 52: Roads

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader ❧ Era: Season 8 ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: mild swearing, mentions of homophobia, violence ❧ Word Count: 5.3k

❧ In This Chapter: You reminisce about times gone by while heading to the Hilltop, needing to make yourself useful after Daryl goes AWOL. Upon arrival, you and Aaron embark on a harrowing mission to recruit Oceanside, while bonding over your shared childhood.

❧ A/N: This chapter is unique for a few reasons. One, it's a Daryl-less chapter. Well, he does appear in a brief flashback, but other than that this chapter is devoted to Reader and her brother, Aaron. Two, this is my first time experimenting with flashbacks. I've done like mini flashbacks before, but this one is a lot bigger. I really liked it! I loved giving a little peek into Reader and Aaron's childhood and their parents, who we've been hearing a little bit about throughout the series. Their dad is a sweetheart, btw.

1996, Tuckahoe, VA.

“Aaron!” you called out to your teenage brother from the other side of his bedroom door, covered in all kinds of punk rock stickers. “Time for school!”

You heard a muffled groan from his room, then felt the sudden, familiar weight of your father’s hand on your head. You looked up to him, and he was smiling at you.

“You got a death wish, pumpkin?” he asked in his usual jolly tone, accented by what remained of his gradually fading Georgia accent.

You shook your head with curious eyes. “No, just don’t want Aaron to be late like last year.”

He rustled up your hair, then rested two hands on your shoulders to turn you away from Aaron’s door. “Go see if your mother needs help in the kitchen.”

Of course, you were already ready for school. It was the first day, and you were always so excited to start a new year. This year was special, too, because you were starting middle school.

Aaron was starting his senior year of high school, but he wasn’t nearly as eager as you were.

You supposed it had to do with the changes he’d been going through for the past four years. Your father told you that it would happen to you, too, only different, since you were a girl.

His voice had gotten deeper, he’d shot up like a weed in just a year, and he was spending more and more time alone or with his friends. He never spent time with you anymore.

That was the thing about being six years apart in age—you were always at different stages of development. Every few years, the two of you would be within the same age range, but then Aaron would grow out of hanging around you again. It was hard, and it made you a lot shyer than the rest of the kids, whose siblings were two or three years apart, but you made it work.

“Can I help, Mommy?” you asked the woman before you who was pouring Bisquick into the pan on your old gas stove.

“No, (Y/N),” she said without looking at you. “Do your hair.”

You sighed. “I already did it.”

She turned around to look at you with a raised eyebrow. She took in your appearance: your lavender dress accompanied with white tights and a Peter Pan collar, and your shoulder-length hair in two sloppy braids (they were more like twists) tied with elastic bands, each featuring a plastic purple butterfly.

She folded her arms and huffed, tilting her head in disapproval of your shoddy hairstyling. “Take those out. I’ll do them after breakfast.”

You walked over to the dining table and sat down to take out your braids. Your mother had been trying to teach you how to braid for a few years now, and you still couldn’t get the hang of it. Everything else you learned easily throughout your childhood, but hairstyling continued to elude you. You’d only recently been able to start putting your hair in a high ponytail, and even a bun was too advanced.

When Aaron came out from his room, your parents and you were already sitting at the table, waiting for him to join you all in saying grace.

You hated saying grace.

It wasn’t just for dinner, it was for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Anytime God provided your family with food, you had to thank him for it, as if it wasn’t your father who actually provided the family with food.

Your mother was a stay-at-home mom, after all. She didn’t work, aside from selling Avon and Tupperware to her girlfriends and people from your church. Even then, the novelty soaps and plastic kitchen containers didn’t contribute much, if anything at all, to your family’s income. It was all your dad, the owner of a local plumbing business he’d worked his way up in since he graduated high school.

“Your breakfast is cold,” your mother said sternly to Aaron, who plopped himself down into his chair and glared down at his food.

You studied him closely as he was becoming more and more fascinating to you by the day. More often than not, he wore tattered band shirts and ripped jeans, and the same worn-out pair of secondhand Doc Martens. Today, he had on a Wasted Youth t-shirt with a cartoon image of Ronald Reagan’s face, and a stylized “WY” carved into his forehead that dripped with blood.

Your mother hated that shirt, considering she voted for Reagan.

“I don’t care,” he said with a hiss before shoving some bacon into his mouth, before grace, no less.

“Hey,” your father spoke, “don’t talk to your mother like that.”

The tension between your parents and Aaron was palpable. Mostly, however, you knew it was coming from your mother.

“You’re not wearing that to school,” she said, gesturing to Aaron’s chest. “I’m not having everyone thinking we’re some kind of family of anarchists.”

Aaron scoffed. “God forbid…”

With a great deal of protesting, and some rather vitriolic words from Aaron’s mouth that you didn’t fully understand, he finally agreed to wear something other than the Wasted Youth shirt.

When your mother did your braids, you were sent off to school. As usual, your father drove you in his company truck, first dropping off Aaron, then you.

“Why does Mom hate Aaron?” you asked your father as he drove you to school after dropping off your brother.

He widened his eyes at you. “She doesn’t hate Aaron.”

You were confused. If she didn’t hate Aaron, why did she yell so much at him? Why did she critique every little thing about him? She critiqued everyone, including you, but with Aaron it was the worst.

“She yells at him all the time,” you said. “He was crying the other day. I heard him in his room. After Mom yelled at him.”

It was a bad day, the day you heard Aaron crying. You weren’t entirely sure why your mother was yelling at him, but it had something to do with one of his friends and how she didn’t want the two of them hanging out. Curtis, that was his name.

Your father sighed, his eyes trained on the road as he drove. He was deep in thought, thinking of what to say. “Your mother… has very high expectations, especially of your brother.”

“Why?”

That was always your favorite word.

“Well, she wants you both to succeed, and Aaron… he… isn’t living up to those expectations.”

There was a vagueness to his words that irritated you. You loved your father, but he was too nice. You supposed you inherited that from him, but you also inherited your mother’s bitchiness.

Though he was trying to talk nicely about your mother, there was a lot he wanted to say that you simply wouldn’t have understood at the time.

What he really meant to say was that your mother was afraid of Aaron “turning out” to be something she believed was wrong. He was spending a lot of time around Curtis, and this distressed your mother.

There were rumors that Curtis was romantically and sexually interested in other boys, and your small, predominantly Christian suburb in southeast America was not particularly open-minded.

Your mother was afraid this friendship would have some kind of negative influence over him, or even “turn him” into a homosexual.

In your eleven-year-old brain, still stuck in a topsy turvy limbo between childhood and adolescence, you hardly even knew what the term meant.

What you’d been taught in terms of that kind of thing was that a woman was meant to be a (subservient) partner to a man, and that their union was solidified in a concept called marriage, ordained by God. This relationship was for the purpose of procreating children who would worship God, too.

Though you knew of the word “sex,” you had a vague concept of it. Your father didn’t even know how to tell you about it, and your mother didn’t think you needed to know because you weren’t married yet.

Thus, you couldn’t even begin to understand homosexuality. You just assumed all people were heterosexual, though you didn’t understand that term, either.

“Am I living up to her… expectations?” you asked innocently.

He smiled, looking over to you as he stopped at a red light. “(Y/N), darlin’,” he said, “I’m going to let you in on a little secret, something I wish your granddaddy told me. You ready?”

You nodded. “Yep.”

“Okay,” he turned back to look at the intersection, then pointed his finger as he spoke. “It… doesn’t… matter.”

You smiled, then laughed. “What?”

He chuckled. “Of course, your mother and I want you and your brother to be happy, and to succeed in whatever path you want to go down, but in the end, all that matters is that it’s your life, and you do what you want with it, so long as you don’t hurt yourself or anyone else.”

“So, what if I don’t wanna be like Mom?”

He smirked. “How so?”

You shrugged. “Well, what if I want to do something else, like go to college.”

“I think that’s great.”

“You think Mom would be mad?”

He sighed. “Your mother… would get over it. You know how she is. She wants you to be like her.”

You scrunched up your nose. “I don’t want to be like her, Daddy.”

“Why not?”

You were silent for a while. “Because I… I want to leave Tuckahoe. I want to work in a big library, maybe write books. I want to make lots of money, and I want it to be my own money. I don’t want to stay home all day, raise two bratty kids. I don’t want to marry the first boy I meet, and I don’t want to marry a doctor or a lawyer like she wants me to. I want to marry a nice boy who likes me, that’s all.”

Your father chuckled. “Wow,” he said, pulling up to the sidewalk drop-off area in front of your middle school. “Well, at least you know what you want.”

You nodded, then had another thought as you watched the other youngsters climb out of their parents’ cars. “Daddy?” you turned your head to him to ask.

He looked back at you. “Yeah?”

“Do you believe in God?”

He huffed. “Jesus Christ, kiddo. That’s a big question right there.”

“But you’re the best at answering big questions,” you defended.

He rubbed his chin in thought as he looked forward, grazing the unruly facial hairs he forgot to shave.

“Well, I used to. Was raised that way, ya know, like you and your brother. Nowadays… I don’t know. I look around, see what God has done… see the way people treat each other… I just don’t know. I mean, how could a merciful, loving god let the world go on like it has?”

Turning back to you, he realized that he was, in fact, talking to his eleven-year-old daughter, who looked confused.

“Your mother would smack me if she heard me talkin’ like this,” he said. “Besides, you don’t need to be thinkin’ about that. Just you worry about gettin’ to class on time, pumpkin.”

You nodded. “Okay, sorry.”

He furrowed his brow. “What the hell are you sorry for?”

You shrugged. “Talking too much, I guess. I always talk too much.”

He rested a hand on your knee and squeezed it gently. “Honey, you should never, ever apologize for talking, for speakin’ your mind. You’ve got a good head on your shoulders, and you’ve got a lot to say. Now, you’re gonna walk right up into that classroom over there and you’re not gonna take any shit from anybody, understand?”

Your eyes widened as you heard your father curse. He only did it when your mother wasn’t around to scold him for it, so it was a rare occurrence.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Come ‘ere.”

He held his arms out to you, and you pulled off your seatbelt to reach over the center console and give him the best bear hug your small, prepubescent body could muster.

“I love you, (Y/N),” he said as he held you. “And don’t you worry about your brother, or your mother, or God, or anythin’ else. You just focus on getting to that dream of yours, okay?”

You nodded as you closed your eyes and hugged him. “Okay.” Before you pulled away, you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “I love you too, Daddy.”

Now, somewhere in Northern Virginia.

The memory faded from you then.

Nothing but miles of open road stretched out before you as you sped to the Hilltop. It took a great deal of convincing for the guards on duty at Alexandria to let you take a car and leave the community that morning as they assumed you were going to follow Daryl to the Sanctuary, where you knew he must’ve been.

Why did you leave? You weren’t sure of that yourself.

It wasn’t to follow Daryl, that much you knew.

There wasn’t any stopping him once he made up his mind, and you knew that well enough now. A part of you didn’t even want to stop him, because you thought he was doing what he needed to do to end all of this.

It wasn’t the decision you would’ve made personally, but Daryl was different, and he had good reason to do it.

You weren’t going to sit on your ass, though, that much was certain.

Aaron was back at the Hilltop, as well as Maggie and Jesus. Perhaps you thought you could be of some help to them there since Alexandria was essentially at peace for the time being.

Plus, Aaron was grieving the loss of Eric from a few days prior, so you wanted to be there for him, and see if he needed help with his new ward.

“Gracie, right?” you asked him as he greeted you at the gates with the baby in his arms.

You tilted your head a bit to get a better view of the little girl's face, which was snuggled up into your brother’s chest. He gave a solemn smile.

“Yeah,” he said. “Gracie.”

Her face turned to yours shyly. “Well, hello there, precious,” you cooed as you wiggled your finger at her until she grabbed onto it with her tiny hand. “Aren’t you just the sweetest thing?”

Between moments of silence, you moved your head up to look at Aaron. “How’re you doing?”

He nodded with a frown. “About as good as you’d expect.”

You delicately wrapped your arms around him and the baby. “I’m so sorry,” you said softly. “You don’t deserve this, not the slightest bit.”

His voice broke, but he tried to remain composed. “Thank you,” he said, wrapping one arm around you as he held onto Gracie with the other. When a thought occurred to him, he pulled away from your grasp with a look of confusion. “Why are you here? Where’s Daryl?”

You reached into your pocket and pulled out the yellow paper, unfolding it to reveal the note Daryl left for you.

Aaron furrowed his brows, then looked at you with wide eyes. “The Sanctuary?”

You nodded. “He’s got this plan… he’s going to breach the walls, let the walkers in until they surrender, or die.”

“Jesus, he’s lost it.”

You shook your head. “No,” you defended. “He’s just lost. I don’t know what to do. I’m not going to follow him, but I hope it works, and I hope he comes back.”

“He will,” Aaron assured you.

After a brief silence, he proposed something to you. Another plan.

Without any option other than to wait it out until the next attack, you decided to go along with him, to Oceanside.

It was an effort to get the women of Oceanside to join the cause, once again. With the great losses from the Kingdom in the last skirmish, your army was weakened again, and Aaron was intent on winning.

So the two of you packed your things and headed out in one of the cars with a sheet of scrap metal bolted to it as a kind of shield. It was an eyesore, but it worked.

The ride was quiet for a while, until you noticed Aaron seemed to get so lost in his melancholy thoughts that his presence seemed to all but disappear from the interior of the car, despite his physical body being there, just inches from yours.

“Wanna talk about it?” you asked.

He looked at you briefly before returning his gaze to the road. “Not really,” he said. “I mean, I do, but I don’t want to get upset, thinking about him.”

You nodded. “You remember when we lost Dad?”

Aaron sighed. “Yeah,” he said. “That was hard.”

“I know it’s different, but it took us a little while to recover. Everyday, it got just a little easier. It never got better, because he was gone, but it got easier to deal with it, you know?”

He gave you a small, sad smile. “I know.”

There was another lapse of silence, with the sound of the moving car the only ambience. The light of the sun was just beginning to gradually fade as a cool evening assumed its dominion. It reminded you of how long you’d been driving, perhaps five hours now.

“Do you think…” he trailed off.

“What?” you prodded.

He shook his head. “Nothing.”

You tilted your head. “Aaron, it’s not nothing. Tell me.”

He sighed. “Do you think he would’ve accepted me for the way I am?”

You gave him a small smile. “I do.”

He began to tear up a bit, then wiped it away before it could trickle down his jawbone.

“He wasn’t like Mom,” you added. “He didn’t care if we were different from them, if we turned out to be anything other than their expectations. Hell, Dad didn’t have any expectations other than for us to be happy and to do what we wanted with our lives.”

“Yeah,” Aaron agreed. “He was a pretty good dad.”

You hummed in affirmation. “He was. Made up for having a shitty mom, huh?”

He shrugged. “Would’ve been nice to have a not so shitty mom. One who didn’t hate me, and tell me she loved me but that she wished I was different so she could love me more.”

“She… she was wrong. About everything.”

Aaron looked at you curiously. “How so?”

“She couldn’t see how great you were. She saw something in you that you couldn’t change, that you didn’t need to change. Dad saw it, too, and he accepted it. I know that. He was just waiting for you to tell him. Mom… she didn’t get it, and that’s her problem, not yours.”

“Just… hurts that I never told him.”

Your father suffered a fatal heart attack before Aaron came out to your family. He came out to you first because he trusted you the most, and he was afraid of your parents’ reaction. Mostly, he was afraid of your mother. Of course, she knew. At least, you thought she knew.

“He knew. He knows. And you know what? I bet he would’ve been happy for you to be yourself finally, to not try to appease Mom, or to hide from her.”

He smiled softly. He couldn’t smile much, since he was still hurting from the loss of Eric, but he smiled nevertheless.

“I miss him, and Eric. I wish they were here.”

You rested a hand on his shoulder. “Me too. You need to know, Eric died fighting for us. His death had meaning. That’s all we can hope for these days.”

Silence settled in again, until Aaron spoke.

“We’ve got to be careful when we get there,” he said. “Up until Tara, they killed on sight. We gotta try not to scare them.”

You nodded as you looked down at the map, tracing the route Tara had drawn up leading to the seaside settlement.

“If they joined us,” you said, “I could see us more clearly winning.”

“Well, let’s hope they’ll listen. Hey.” He caught you off-guard with the sudden exclamation. “You wanna drive?”

You smirked a little. “I thought you hated my driving.”

He shrugged. “Dad taught you how to drive, and he sucked at it.”

Your eyes widened, stunned by his hypocrisy. “Oh, and who taught you how to drive, Mr. Perfect?”

He shook his head with a soft smile. “Dad was always more of a pushover with you.” You tilted your head, finding that hard to believe. Your father was just a pushover in general, with Aaron, too. “I think you were his favorite, for both him and Mom.”

You sighed. “That’s not true. At least, not with Dad. He loved you a lot. I mean, he named you after a character from East of Eden, for crying out loud. I just got whatever name sounded nice.”

Your dad always did like classic American literature—his favorites being John Steinbeck, William Faulkner, Mark Twain, and Flannery O’Connor. He’d read their books to you and Aaron whenever either of you couldn’t fall asleep. It dozed you off pretty fast.

“Nah,” Aaron replied. “You were the golden girl, the goody-two-shoes.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “You want me to drive or not?”

A while passed with you behind the wheel, during which the two of you reminisced about times gone by. Aaron did bring up Eric every so often, and you could hear the hurt in his voice, but overall he was doing well when you talked about something else to keep his mind off of it.

Still, an air lingered about in the car between the two of you: this mission was about ensuring the chances of winning, of making your group even stronger and defeating the Saviors once and for all, for Eric, and for everyone else you’d lost.

“Why are you turning?” Aaron asked curiously, looking between you, the road, and the map. “We’re supposed to keep straight.”

The sun was below the horizon now, and you were driving towards a sign for Roanoke Way Distillery. You figured that Oceanside would be more receptive to your plea if you brought them something as a peace offering.

“You think they like liquor?” you asked him.

He shook his head with a smirk. “I’m not sure who doesn’t like liquor these days.”

Aaron located a big truck full of whiskey, and decided it would be a good idea to just drive the thing to Oceanside instead of filling up the small sedan with bottles.

He followed your lead, with you driving in front of him in the car and continuing onwards for as long as possible.

Hours had passed until it was now early morning, about 3AM according to your watch. You signaled to Aaron that it might be a good time to pull over as you were practically falling asleep behind the wheel. You ended up parking a handful of miles outside the perimeter of Oceanside, where you determined it would be safe considering it wasn’t their territory. You’d have to go a bit further in the morning, but you were more or less already there.

Though you were hoping the trip wouldn’t take too long, maybe a day or two, you feared that Daryl was already back in Alexandria and having a series of heart attacks as he frantically ran around town trying to find you, asking people questions they didn’t know the answers to.

“Go to sleep,” Aaron said to you, sitting in the front seat with his rifle and watching as you tossed and turned in the backseat. He insisted you sleep first while he took watch. “Stop worrying.”

You huffed and tucked your face into your arm. “How do you know I’m worrying?”

“(Y/N),” he said, “I’ve known you your entire life. You’re always worrying about something. You’re worried about Daryl, right?”

You opened your hazy eyes and sat up. “Yeah. I mean, I know he’s okay. I just don’t want him freaking out when he realizes I’m not back at home.”

Aaron nodded. “You know he’s going to. One time, you were in the pantry, and Daryl couldn’t find you when he got off his watch. He came to me, panting and sweating. ‘You seen (Y/N)?! I can’t find ‘er, Aaron! She wasn’t in the classroom or the house.’”

You giggled a little, rubbing your tired face as Aaron performed his best impression of Daryl’s gruff southern accent. “‘She’s in the pantry,’ I told him. Then watched him run there… like he was running for his life.”

You shook your head with a sweet smile, thinking about Daryl, your man who drove himself half crazy trying to ensure your safety. You couldn’t entirely blame him. The world was a dangerous place, and he loved you.

You recalled the moment he found you in the pantry that day. Indeed, he was shaken up. He could get like that sometimes, when he didn’t know where you were and no one else did either. It wasn’t that he needed to know where you were at all times, it was that he just needed to know you were somewhere, and that you were all right.

When he hugged you, you set down the can of beans you were holding and wrapped him up in your loving arms.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, a little concerned that something had happened.

He buried his face in your rose-scented hair. “Nothin’,” he replied. “Jus’ got scared for a second. No one knew where ya were.”

You sighed and rubbed his back up and down. “I’m here, sweetheart. Right here.”

A rustling in the woods outside your car roused you from your memories of a happier time in Alexandria, that in reality was only a matter of weeks ago, but seemed like a lifetime away.

You both turned towards the sound quietly, and saw the shadow of a figure standing by the truck before quickly shuffling behind it.

Aaron approached with his rifle, and you with your handgun. He nodded to you, signaling you to wrap around the other side of the truck to trap whoever was watching you.

When you got to the truck, you were about to turn the corner before you heard the sound of Aaron getting the wind knocked out of him, and a somewhat familiar female voice speaking to him.

“You shouldn’t have come here,” she said. It sounded like the leader of Oceanside, Natania.

In a panic, you turned the corner swiftly and shot at the darkened figure looming over your brother. You swore you aimed for her leg, but it was the darkest night you’d seen for a while, and nothing was entirely clear. The fact that you were in a daze from fear of Aaron dying didn’t help matters. You shot her fatally, and she died almost instantly.

You didn’t process this, though, as you ran over to Aaron to see if he was all right. Aside from a good blow to the gut, he was fine.

“Drop it! Now!” a woman’s voice commanded you from behind.

“Get up,” another one said, this time from in front of you. “Slow.��

You raised your head to look at them, then let your gun fall to the ground before raising to your feet slowly, both of you.

“Grandma!” another woman’s voice called out as she approached, looking down at Natania’s body. Her name was Cyndie, if you recalled correctly.

She let out a heart wrenching sob as she turned her grandmother’s body over to reveal her face, forever frozen in her last breaths.

Your eyes widened, now realizing you’d killed her, which wasn’t your intention.

“Oh, God,” Cyndie sobbed.

You felt for her, and you felt like a monster. These people had lost so much already from the Saviors, and now you felt like you weren’t any better.

Unsurprisingly, that’s how they felt, too.

They took you back to Oceanside on foot, and when you got there, it was daylight. They held you both in what seemed to be a beach house turned classroom, and chained the two of you to a radiator via handcuffs.

“We’re gonna get out of this,” Aaron assured you.

You stared blankly at the grain of the worn wood floor before you. You’d killed plenty of people before, but it never got easier. Daryl told you it wouldn’t, but you’d be able to forget it sooner each time. He said he didn’t like killing, but he did it for the people he didn’t want to see killed first.

You supposed that’s what you did with Natania, killed her because you didn’t want her to kill your brother. Still, it always took you long to forget, especially when you killed someone whose name you knew.

“I killed her,” you said, still staring straight ahead with a monotone in your usually lilted, dynamic voice. “I didn’t mean to, but I think I would have had to anyway… if she was going to hurt you.”

Aaron nodded. “I know.”

“Now they’re going to kill us,” you said.

Aaron shook his head. “No, we don’t know that for sure.”

“They’re sure as hell not gonna fight with us.”

You were half right.

Cyndie came back in shortly after to inform you that you’d be spared, but that they wouldn’t help you.

Not killing you, they said, was their contribution to the cause.

“You know how to get back to the car?” Aaron asked you after they led you both to the outskirts of Oceanside.

You furrowed your brow. “Yeah, you’re going with me, aren’t you?”

He shook his head. “I’m staying.”

“No, you’re not. They’ll kill you. There’s no convincing them.”

He looked at you seriously. “I’m not going back. Not until they agree to fight with us. Beatrice and Kathy were open to it before, I think I can convince them, I just need time.”

You silently studied his face. “I’m staying, too, then.”

“No,” Aaron replied sternly, as if in big brother mode. “You get back to Hilltop, tell Maggie what’s going on, then go home.”

You took a deep breath before closing your eyes and holding your face in your hands. “I’m not losing you again.”

Aaron took your hand in his as you dropped it. “You won’t. I’m going to be fine. I have to do this, (Y/N)… for Eric. It has to be me, and we have to win.”

With an emotional goodbye, you left Aaron there. Approaching the car, you were relieved it was still where you’d left it.

A few hours passed, and you wished more than anything that you had someone to talk to.

Really, you wished your dad was there.

You wished you could ask him questions he could never know the answers to, and that he’d listen to you about the things that kept you awake at night—the people you killed, the fears that took hold of you, the future that seemed so uncertain…

It was mid-afternoon when you returned to the Hilltop. Maggie welcomed you with open arms, but was concerned when she saw you were alone. You reassured her that Aaron was trying to negotiate with Oceanside, that he felt it was something he needed to do.

You asked if Daryl had come to the Hilltop, and she informed you that he hadn’t. This worried you, because you had left Daryl a note about your whereabouts for when he’d come back to Alexandria from the Sanctuary.

You began to wonder if he even made it out alive, and then you began to wonder just where he would be if he did make it out.

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Skz as Boyfriends!

Paring~ SKZ x Reader

Genre~ informative lol

A/N~ yep it was requested! Enjoy 친구 <3

warnings? none. (idk mention of bed related things haha)

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시장……..

✿ Bangchan

We all know this guy and you all have read enough of him I think, to know what imma say. (But for special purposes why not..)

This guy is really really serious about relationships and you are probably the one because he just can’t help loving everything about you.

The fact that he is yours even with all the responsibilities and work he has as a leader and idol is a miracle itself. Therefore consider yourself LUCKY to have the most caring and loving man anyone could have.

Dates- He likes movies hence movie nights and date to the theater are often. If not then he likes taking you to a sports event or the beach cause yeah. ( that vibesssssss you know? )

PDA = 3/10 why?, because as mentioned earlier he is responsible for many important things and he doesn’t want to have any misunderstandings about you and dislikes hate in general. That 30% I gave him was because he would only do PDA if really needed.

In Bed things? Umm not often actually but once in a while yes WHILE he would like it I’m sorry I mean LOVE it..

Con? Yep time! Sorry girl but that time you need, it’s hard for him to fulfill every time.

Cute extra info- Doesn’t mention it but secretly likes when you poke his dimple and say he’s cute.

✿ Minho

There are these majority conceptions, as I said majority but not all cause there are stays who know that he is a sweet guy deep deep down.😉

If you’re his s/o he will give every bit of him to you and expects the same for you. I would categorize him as a boyfriend wo acts like a mom lol. It maybe hard to digest that information but trust me this feeling I have from my gut I can say that he is also very caring. Although he might not say things like I will be there whenever you need me or even I miss you, care for you, but he doesn't need to say this anyway. As action speak more than words our Minho is the same.

Dates- He likes to balance it between what you like and what he likes as well. If you are a new couple he straight up asks what you prefer. Plus point he likes to take you to cat café if you like cats too.

PDA = 0.5/10 why? honestly speaking this guy literally hates to express his feelings. That .5 is literally him agreeing that he is yours and that's it. (when someone asks that is)

In Bed things? I personally think it depends on his mood and not yours. Yup. Somedays he wants you a lot and somedays he likes his space. I'm not saying he hates cuddling but more than that on days he is either tired or stressed he likes to keep that little limit to what happens next.

Con? Attention... you would literally take his cats away from him to get his attention.

Cute extra info- likes it when you call him and yourself Appa and Eomma to his cats.

✿ Changbin

Changbin being the puff/ strong guy(sorry that sounded disturbed lol) We all know how babied he likes to be.

Him as a boyfriend is just very natural, I mean from the way he takes you on a fancy date to even putting nail polish on your left hands. Everything is very genuine and he loves it. The Boyfriend to always apologize first.

I find him as someone to take attraction and the next step which is relationship very seriously. ( the person to be very calculative, it can beat Chan honestly..)Knowing that he is afraid to hurt people in any kind of way, to hurt you even as an accident breaks his heart.

Dates- Our Dwaekki loves taking you on dates with loads of food or snacks. A typical Korean restaurant or even food stalls, he loves seeing you eat than to be broken when you might have some kind of sickness due to eating problems.

PDA = 5/10 why? Because he likes your opinion. He is okay with either if you insist on a particular one but slightly leans on less public knowing. Holding hands and probably hugging you wouldn't be a huge problem for him.

In Bed things? he loves it anytime honestly... if he is horney he is getting what he wants and when you are same goes to you.. you'll get what you want..

Cons? Too much aegyo which makes you do things you don’t necessarily want to. (Stay blessed)

Cute extra info- Praise him! (x100) loves it when you say things like " my boyfriend is so strong.." or even " those arms mmm..."

✿ Hyunjin

I mean do I need to say how into he is with this??? Damn this man is the most prepared man a girl could have. The type to know everything about relationships... from trending couple fashion to even special not important but cute couple events..( that he probably found randomly scrolling through google)

He knows your anniversary, birthday, your moms birthday, dads and basically your whole family knows him too. He also keeps track of your monthly cycle too cause he likes being responsible for you..

He is the type to get jealous very easily BUT wont admit it when you ask. Likes to braid your hair while learning from YouTube.. Likes to buy you so many colorful cute hair accessories. (loves your hair..)

Dates- we all know this guy is fancy so he likes fancy dates but he can also be the complete opposite.. Fancy~ maybe to a art restaurant or even on a fancy boat cause why not.. Normally though~ likes to take you to an art museum or at night to take you on the roof for star gazing..

PDA = 2/10 why? I've probably given hints on my fictions with Hyunjin about this in particular. He prefers keeping this in private and that 20% is with his members (barely)

In Bed things? This guy couldn’t be more romantic lol. Loves being prepared for this buys every thing you both need… and yeah loves it.

Cons? He buys Kammi more hair clips than you sorry….

Cute extra info- likes when you get mad when he cut his hair lol. I apologize to all the stays I know he is cute every time but that long hair just hits different….

✿ Jisung

The craziest boyfriend you could have and will only have. You would low key love your relationship with this man I’m telling ya…

You two would have so much fun like toddlers. He is honestly the cutest, funniest, talented etc.. man you get all in one.. ahaha..

Likes to buy you the most stupid things that actually works for a daily living..( that thing he bought to watch on his phone while laying down 😵)

likes to joke around and talk to you a lot.. gurll listen to him he loves it. He likes to value your problems as well so listens to you too.

Dates- likes to watch anime so you two usually have this anime night cuddle sessions but if he were to plan something outside he would prefer to take you to the amusement part lol.

PDA = 8/10 why? honestly he likes showing you off cause he is fond of you. Basically doesn't care what others think... his parents know you, members, friends outside the group, and stays know you exist lol.. 20% i kept for a reason because he doesn't like it when things get out of handle so he wont do anything to the extent..

In bed things? yes he likes it but that turns up into a tickle fight or even a complete cringe but cute moment..

Cons? He might be very sensitive leading to him being upset and you having to apologize...

Cute extra info- loves it when you kiss his cheeks or just play with them in general..

✿ Felix

I had to bring this up at some point lol.. stays probably know the video where he says his clothes are boyfriend material lol...and yes i agree hands down!

A boyfriend material in his own way ahaha.. i mean we all know he loves to be cared for and loved. That Bangchan! spoiled little youngbok.. i personally feel or think two ways. Either he likes being cared for by you or he takes care for you since now he gets to be the older one..

Felix likes speaking in English so if you know English he would speak both languages as well. Likes to give you blowjobs cause he fell in love with you lol..

Dates- Shopping malls, window shopping, UNO on a picnic lol all these are his favs and so are yours .. Personally speaking he likes to take you to places where he can take lots of pictures of you..

PDA = 4/10 why? I don't know haha yup its just a feeling where I'm in between of two opposite thoughts.. I fell like he shows you to his members and family but not more than that.. (Olivia is most likely to love you)

In bed things? Likes being pampered and loves it when you lead.. happens pretty often actually..

Cons? yes! he like being touchy and so do you but he does it too much which beats ya.. and jealous really easily! and he lets you know that..

cute extra info- compliment him on his freckles and he will blush literally a tomato 🍅..

✿ Seungmin

Sweet really sweet.. he is the typical Korean boyfriend you'll get haha even better than that.

He just likes to talk to you or even look at you all day and keep that puppy smile on him.. The type to sing you a song to sleep or whenever you ask him to. likes to hear you sing too.. attempts to make you laugh but ends up, giving up.

He likes kissing your eyes when they are closed.. or when you just fell asleep after the song likes to give your eyes quick pecks..

Dates- He likes walks and that's why you go on evening walks and return when it's dark.. likes holding your hands. He likes grocery shopping with you, takes you to the rooftop to talk about life and its shitty problems.. Basically effortless things that make your relationship happy for what it is.

PDA = 1/10 why? I mean do I need to tell you this? he is like Minho but just a little bit more obvious.. Prefers to express his love when you two are alone..(that's it)

In bed things? umm yes but no.. i mean he gives in to your begs but I feel like Seungmin is just too into cute cuddling and these things are only when he is very desperate ..

Cons? not much but maybe ignoring you when you ask if he can buy you ice Cream for the fifty-sixth time..(but gives in anyway)

Cute extra info- He likes when he sees you in his clothes.. but doesn't say it and acts like he doesn't..

✿ Jeongin

Baby, baby, Baby..... he is our baby boyyyy but his savage ass towards his Hyungs just breaks it all hahaha…

Jk he is actually really cute, caring, sweet and likes to be protective. It may not suit him but yes he likes scolding people if done wrong to you..

You might be older or younger honestly he doesn’t care.. he is very respectful to you either way. He loves you and is very shy too which you find cute.

Dates- Asks you for your opinion or his Hyungs. He still is very inexperienced so he doesn’t know but sometimes likes it when you two spend time on the swings of some random park with fruit juice 🧃..

PDA = 0/10 why? Cause no no no no not even to his members haha he is just too shy and likes to keep his relationship in its own boundaries.

In bed things? Nope please! I’m sorry stays but I just can’t with Jeongin… (no further details he is just so precious to me)

Cons? He understands very late.. like you trying to say you want to cuddle, kiss etc.. without words he won’t get it. Just fucking be straight forward with our baby.

Cute extra info- honestly everything is cute about him so I can’t fit it here sorry… stays use your imagination here…

끝…

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Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

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Genre: Fluff, childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining etc.

Warnings: Slight innuendo, Fred being cute and hot simultaneously

Tags: @self-ship-love @susceptible-but-siriusexual @hufflexpuff @neovannii @jenniweasley @elf-punk @heart-of-tempered-steel @itseatyourdamnapples

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Ottery St Catchpole, Devon, England, July 16, 2000

It was a chilly Sunday evening. The summer air buzzed with excitement and the tender aroma of magnolia as tiny white and pink petals were gracefully falling from the huge cherry trees, carried by the light breeze. Twilight painted the horizon in liquid gold and fiery red, soon followed by mellow shades of dark blue that brought countless sparkling stars.

It was getting the slightest bit colder, but it did not matter; nothing else mattered but the loud cheers and cheerful music, celebrating the official bond between a Potter and a Weasley under the wide night sky.

You couldn't have been happier for your older brother, Harry, who was currently dancing with Ginny, his now wife - now and for the rest of his, hopefully, but not really likely, peaceful life. For the longest time you've been wondering how he'd always manage to get into trouble even as a small First year with no experience in the wizarding world whatsoever. Or, perhaps, that was the exact reason as to why evil-battling and rule-breaking were such common practices when hanging out with him.

However, there was no fighting that day. There was no room for worry and fear when the entire Weasley family and their loved ones were gathered on the clearing in front of the Burrow, chatting, laughing, dancing, singing, drinking, celebrating and living for what seemed to be the first time since Lord Voldemort's fall. Danger was practically nonexistent in that blissful moment which was frozen in time, once having looked agonizingly distant and impossible to hope for. But that dream was no longer just a foolish fantasy to heal wounded hearts. It was there, and it was happening in the most beautiful way imaginable.

And suddenly, all those clichés of a married life weren't even clichés. They were simply humble wishes of people who had witnessed far too many horrors in such a short period of time, and only craved stability among the massive chaos. So when you glanced at Ginny, a twirling blur of flaming red hair and a gorgeous wedding dress, you didn't feel the need to comment on how banal the color white was. You genuinely smiled, admiring the pure, exuberant joy, visible in her eyes and scarlet cheeks. Harry looked just as, if not even happier than his wife, dancing in the ridiculous but wholehearted way that only he could, and old memories of him winning the golden egg, training Dumbledore's Army and kissing Ginny in the common room for the very first time flooded into your mind.

It had truly been a long time since you had seen Harry careless and free like that.

You yourself had spent an ungodly amount of hours preparing the yard for the ceremony all day; rearranging chairs, decorating, making sure everything was going by schedule, only to then dance your tired feet off, and though you wanted to continue having fun with Hermione, Luna and the rest of the girls waiting for you, you really needed a break. And a drink.

Excusing yourself to leave the particularly interesting conversation you were having with distant Weasley relatives, you slipped off your black flats that, despite looking absolutely stunning, hurt your feet terribly after an entire day of fussing over the color of napkins and flower bouquets. Barefoot on the grass, you walked over to a chair next to a table which seemed to have been occupied, but judging by the mostly empty glasses and plates, the guests weren't coming back anytime soon.

You tossed your shoes aside with a sigh and rushed to rub your aching toes, hissing from how sore they were.

How has Ginny been dancing like that for hours?

"Enjoying the party, I see?" a familiar deep, slightly husky voice commented, causing you to look up.

It was none other than Fred Weasley, dear friend from childhood, staring down at you, his ever-present charming smirk resting on features and hands shoved into the pockets of his dragonskin suit. But it was his flaming red hair that made your eyes widen - it was carefully smoothed back, shining under the moonlight like liquid iron.

Fred's eyes still contained their famous, loveable mischief, except now slightly tamer and calmer. His firm biceps had visibly grown in size, stretching out the fabric of his coat just a bit to give you a prominent silhouette that caught you off guard.

It had been two years; he had changed so much.

And you were afraid to admit you had too.

You blinked in surprise, processing his uncharacteristically sophisticated appearance before realizing what he had asked you.

"Would've enjoyed it far more if my legs weren't killing me," you groaned half-heartedly and leaned back on your chair. "What's with your hair?"

"What's with your feet?"

"I asked you first," you cut him off. "I bet Ginny is responsible for this."

"Actually…" Fred trailed off, and, whether on purpose or not, ran a hand through the ginger locks to keep them in place, unaware of how you suddenly wished the hand doing the graceful motion wasn't his. "Mum insisted that I looked my best. What can I say, it's not like George and I usually listen to her, but we thought we'd make an exception this time; our sister doesn't get married every day. But honestly, Ginny couldn't care less about how we looked as long we showed up."

"So like usual, you mean?" you giggled. "Showing up is an achievement for you even if you're underdressed?"

Fred beamed, pearly white smile complementing his formal outfit. You wondered if he used that exact smile to effortlessly allure costumers and business partners at work.

He rested an elbow on the table as he leaned forward.

"Come on now, darling. I know you find my messy hair irresistible either way."

His cockiness only caused you to laugh, though Fred was quick to spot the flash of nervousness in your eyes; it brought him immense pride to know he was the one to turn you from confident to adorably bashful and flustered in the matter of seconds.

He was looking at you intensely, expectantly waiting for you to deny his flirty accusation despite your shyness.

"Nah, Weasley. It only reminds me that even at twenty-two you still do not know how to use a comb."

Fred's eyebrows shot straight up to his hairline, mouth agape. For the first time, he actually needed a second to form a reply.

"Didn't see that coming, I give you that. Courageous one, you are."

Your heart fluttered with joy and you openly grinned, shrugging in half-hearted humbleness.

"Perhaps I am."

Speaking to him felt unusually energizing, as though you had jumped headfirst into a chilly lake. It was unfamiliar and it set your nerves on fire, causing your stomach to twist and turn with sensations that left you dizzy, but unbelievably thrilled. And you wanted more of it, you wanted more of him.

"Fancy a drink?" Fred offered, already pouring champagne into a glass before handing it to you, and you keenly took it.

"Thanks, I've been thirsty with all the preparations I was doing."

"Is that why your legs are killing you?"

"Exactly, I've been running around all day, making sure everything was in order… you know, a lot of organizing and the like."

"It must hurt quite a bit then," Fred commented with a pained grimace. "But I absolutely get you, Georgie and I are just like that when it comes to the shop. It's a lot of accounting if I'm being honest, though I admit he's way better at it. We need to be completely precise; we can't allow any mistakes."

"Woah," you laughed. "Control freak much?"

He wettened his lips, never breaking eye contact.

"Perhaps I am."

You tilted your head to the side, gaze piercing into his in hopes of finding out what those gorgeous brown eyes were hiding. The tiny playful flames in them were eloquent.

Shifting slightly in your seat, you smoothed out your bridesmaid dress and raised your glass, the ghost of a smirk playing on your lips.

"Cheers to us control freaks then."

Fred mirrored your smug expression and your glasses met with a clink. The bubbly liquid tingled your throat, undoubtedly refreshing you and cooling you off. You glanced at the people dancing in the centre of the clearing and giggled - Ginny had apparently thrown away her white shoes long ago, bare feet stepping elegantly on the grass.

"You see, I'd like to chat a bit more with you, but I'm afraid it's a bit too loud here. What about we go to the pond across the field?" Fred suggested, pointing at the woods behind his back. You had visited them countless times when staying with Harry at the Burrow during holidays years ago; the tall trees and the glistening waters had never ceased to bring you comfort.

The noise started to become bothersome, and you felt it even more necessary to continue your conversation somewhere private, the unknown causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. Fred's presence could only be compared to a shot of whiskey, or the sensation of anticipating a tidal wave to crash into you in less than a second. It was wild and the tiniest bit terrifying, but oh so tempting as it pulled you in.

"I'd love that, but… you know," you grinned and playfully swang your sore feet. "Can't really walk."

But this didn't at all seem like a problem to Fred Weasley who only shrugged and stood up, "You don't have to. I'll carry you."

"Merlin, no! Please, it's not necessary."

Fred frowned, but his confused expression was soon replaced by an amused one.

"You said it yourself that your feet hurt like hell. And even if carrying you around isn't necessary, it doesn't mean I don't want to."

You attempted to tame the butterflies.

"No, no! You seriously don't have to, I promise," you frantically protested as you held up your hands in front of you to reassure him, but he only gave you a weird look. "I can walk on my own. I'll be too heavy for you."

"There's only one way to find out."

Fred walked over to you and leaned down, one hand sneaking around your waist and the other slipping under your knees. You shrieked in terror, arms flying to clutch at his shoulders, and heat rose to your cheeks from the abrupt contact. Your chests were pressed together, and you were afraid he'd be able to feel your racing heart. His skin was warmer than you had thought, and it successfully fought off the night summer chill.

"Are we going?" Fred whispered down at you, lips so close to yours that you recognized the nuance of champagne in his breath, mixing unbelievably well with the scent of cinnamon and sandalwood of his cologne.

Not only is he sinfully attractive, but he smells heavenly too?

"Yes," you breathed and let Fred effortlessly walk across the meadow with you in his arms. They brought this new, odd, yet familiar sense of security, and you allowed your head to rest against his chest, nervous gaze wandering off into the distance in hopes of not meeting his. Nevertheless, curiosity eventually took the best of you, and your eyes would occasionally flicker to his, which were now completely black under the night sky. They could swallow you whole, you swore.

Minutes later, you found yourselves in the company of old, enormous willows which surrounded the pond you so vividly remembered from your teenage years. You thanked Fred as he carefully let you down, and took a few steps forward to look around and drench in the misty moonlight that enveloped the area. The waters were crystal clear and completely still, reflecting the moon and its majestic silver glow. The bushes had grown significantly over the time you were away, and you fondly looked back at the moments when you would pick up colorful wildflowers in the summer before your fourth year.

"Shall we sit?" Fred asked quietly from right behind your shoulder, and you followed him with a nod. You found a comfortable spot on the fresh grass to sit, a few feet away from where the water met the soil and moved back and forth ever so slightly.

"It's more beautiful than I remember," you noted, lips curled up in a barely visible smile. Fred hummed in agreement.

"That's why I always make sure to come here every chance I get when I return. But, unfortunately, that's very rare in my case."

For a moment, there was only the chirping of crickets and the soft bubbling of water.

Fred turned to you.

"Remember when mum used to call for us to de-gnome the garden and we'd hide here? We could stay in the bushes for hours before we eventually came back," he recalled, seeming deep in thought. It was an extraordinary sight; for once the playful spark in his eyes was more mellow, there was no cockiness seeping into the way he was holding himself. He was just Fred, the man who was currently thinking with so much adoration and love about his childhood, the most significant memories of it being marked by you.

You wondered, given you ever had the chance to spend with Fred as much time as your older brother did, if the charismatic prankster would have fallen for you like you had done. You wondered, given the chance you had let Fred get to know you better all those summers ago, if his heart would have belonged to you by now just like yours did to him.

Had you possibly missed your chance?

"Oh, I do," you sighed, the tension in your chest vanishing as warm nostalgia crept in like an old friend. "I also remember when I got this really bad nightmare that night. I was so terrified that you took me on a ride with your broom in the middle of the night to cheer me up."

"That's true! My parents don't know about it to this day," he replied smugly. "I can still hear you screaming like a lunatic."

You jokingly smacked his arm, "I was twelve!"

Fred's grin grew wider.

"Excuses…"

This only caused you to stare at him in disbelief and cross your arms, managing your most serious expression, but Fred was aware you were on the verge of failing to keep your stern facade. He squinted his eyes as a teasing attempt to provoke you, smile threatening to split his face in two.

"Alright then, that's enough about me," you announced, and Fred nodded in mock agreement as he studied your playful pretence. "If you're so much better than me, Mr Darcy, what else do you do aside from stealing ladies away?"

"Stealing their hearts," he said confidently, flashing you a seductive smirk, reserved only for special girls back in your Hogwarts days. You giggled, finding his antic utterly ridiculous, but you hated to admit that it still turned your blood into liquid fire. Fred apparently saw right through you, because when your eyes landed on his, they appeared completely dark once again, but, you suspected, for a reason other than the lack of light.

Your throat went dry, and you found it hard to swallow down the lump that cut your breath short.

He ran a hand through his ginger hair as he began to explain, "I'm kidding, you know. But to answer your question, George and I have been working on this potion that should be able to change the color of the eyes and hair. Fun for those who enjoy experimenting with their appearance, but it can also be useful to the Ministry. They're actually going to send a team of a couple of aurors to visit us next month so we can update them on our progress and negotiate the details."

"Wow! That's certainly exciting!"

"Is it? I mean, it probably is, but I've been having second thoughts lately if I'm being honest." He scratched the back of his neck, and you realised you had only witnessed him being anxious when it came to his greatest passion. "I'm afraid we might not be done on time, there's still plenty left to improve."

You put a hand on his shoulder to get his attention, and said, "I'm sure you'll figure it all out eventually. Keep working as you normally do, try not to stress too much over the deadline, and even if things go wrong at some point, don't go too hard on yourself. It wouldn't take away any progress you've made so far."

Fred's body relaxed just a bit and he looked down at you. He couldn't deny the sense of serenity that he felt only when he was with you. Even as a careless young boy, he was able to pinpoint the way his midriff would clench every time you'd laugh at his jokes or ask him to play with you, without knowing what it all meant.

But now, as a grown man, he had a word to describe the bittersweet fire within.

"You know what?" He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "I could really benefit from having someone like you around to give me motivation."

"Motivation, huh?" you raised an eyebrow, fighting back a smile. Fred sneaked a hand around your waist and pulled you closer.

"Yes, motivation."

"Motivation for what?"

"Marketing strategies, work projects…" he shrugged nonchalantly, "...among other things."

You quickly caught on, suddenly becoming way too self-aware of the way you were practically cuddled into Fred's side, hand resting on his shoulder while his were wrapped around your waist. But his shining confidence seemed to rub off on you, because you asked.

"What's with you offering me a job all of a sudden?"

His bottom lip was tucked between his teeth as he took his sweet time devouring you with his darkened gaze. You didn't know whether you wanted to hide from it, or expose yourself even further to the way it burned its way straight to your core.

"Well…" Fred dragged out in his low, hoarse voice, and caressed your cheek with his thumb before slipping it under your chin to guide it towards his face. You could nearly taste the remaining flavour of champagne on his lips. "I've certainly been feeling…"

Fred went quiet as he got lost in the way you fit so perfectly in his arms; you had always meant to be there, he realised. His mouth crashed into yours, hands tightly gripping your waist, and you let out a gasp. Fred's lips were soft, although slightly chapped, and they moved gently but firmly against yours, turning you into their slave. Your palms naturally slid up his chest and he closed any remaining distance between your bodies by placing you to straddle his lap. The kiss was a dance of pushing forward and pulling back, two lovers having finally found their rhythm after years of living in fearful desire. You were positively drunk on his taste, on him, and you wished to never become sober.

When your need for air overcame the one for physical contact, you pulled away. Your chests were heaving with rapid, shallow breaths, hearts beating in synch like they had always done. You let a finger tenderly trace his cheekbone down to his jawline, then it came back up to draw different affectionate patterns on his face.

"What were you saying?" you asked, clearly out of breath. "How were you feeling?"

He fondly took your hand that was caressing his skin, and lifted it up to press feather-light kisses on your knuckles. His lips retraced their path until they reached the tips of your fingers, and he kissed those with the gentlest of touch.

You heart ached pleasurably from the way he was handling you with such care, much more than you ever believed he was capable of.

After minutes of worshipping you by the moonlit lake, Fred looked back at you as though you were his entire world. And replied with a smile.

"Inspired."

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Lies Between Ties || Part I ||

(Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader)

Summary : Y/N and Draco caught themselves in an arranged marriage by their parents, they both try and act like a happy married couple infront of their families, when in reality they made an agreement to not cross each other’s space and treat each other as ‘roommates’. What happens when one unknowingly gains feelings?

Warnings : No War/Voldemort!AU, Arranged Marriage, Slowburn, Unrequited Love (?), Angst, Arguing, slight cursing.

Your eyes widen in shock, not believing what the woman you respected all your life had just said. You scoffed in disbelief as your mother puts her welcoming hand on yours in comfort. "Very funny, Mama."

She frowned, holding back a smile. "Y/N, this is not a joke, I think it's for the best if you marry him, Narcissa-"

"I know she's your friend, Mama. But I don't even know him, we've never exchanged a conversation, and it's best if we keep it that way." You got up ready to leave the conversation. Unfortunately, your mother grabbed your wrist softly before you could do so.

"Y/N please, the Malfoys can give you the life I could never give you, and I'm getting older, sooner or later when I'm gone, somebody is going to have and help me look after you. At least with the Malfoys’ I know you'd be in good hands." She confessed with sadness in her voice, the grip on your wrist getting firmer.

"Please don't say that, ma. I would want to get married but not anytime soon. I've only just graduated Hogwarts, and who's going to take care of you?"

"Your stepfather is retiring soon, we'll just be here at home and you can come visit us after you and Draco have settled,"

You squinted the moment Draco's name left your mothers lips. Sure, the two have never said a word to each other, but he was known for his boastful and rich background. Everyone in Hogwarts would've known the Slytherin Prince. Though, that never interest you. He probably never knew who you were anyway.

"I never said I agreed to it." you finally said not meeting her gaze.

"Francis and I have already agreed to the Malfoys, dear. The wedding is to be held in 3 months, please Y/N for the sake of mine, you'll learn to accept Draco and there's no doubt the two of you will be happy together." She smiled kissing your forehead lovingly before getting up to leave.

“but with what certainty?”

the words were in a whisper that were only heard by you.

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The sound of birds chirping and peaceful leaves rustling filled your ears. Memories of the conversation filled your head. Out of everyone in the whole world, why Draco Malfoy? What does he think of this ridiculous arrangement? With less than 2 months, the two of you have never met since you saw him back at Hogwarts, and tonight would be the first time the two of you would meet after the marriage conversation. Just then you heard the sound of footsteps and your mother appeared in the doorway.

"Come inside and get ready, dear."

That night, you sat opposite of Draco for dinner, you daren't lift your gaze to meet his. You knew the moment he entered your living room with a boring expression that he wasn't excited or fond on meeting you, or to even be wed to you. Well, so were you.

"Y/N, why don't you have a walk with Draco by the lake?" your mother says suddenly, smiling brightly between you and Draco.

"Yes, Mama" you say politely returning a fake smile, trying your best to hide your annoyance.

You walk with Draco in silence and you open your mouth every now and then trying to start a conversation. You didn’t realise the difference in your heights until you were side by side, Draco Malfoy was taller and much broader than you remember.

"Malfoy-"

Draco stops, meeting your eyes before averting his gaze to the lake on his left.

"I’m not sure It’s wise to use surnames considering the situation we're in.”

Taken aback, you were surprised he was even suggesting this, the Draco Malfoy in front of you seemed more mature than the Malfoy you knew of in school.

"And what situation do you take this as?"

"- A situation that shouldn't happen in the first place. If you only hadn't agreed to it."

You couldn't believe your ears at his absurd accusation. His voice calm but firm at the same time, looking at you as if you're something a cat dragged in.

"Me? You think I want to marry you?" You gave a short laugh. "Your parents sent the proposal first and you blame this on me? For Godric's sake, I don't even know you nor do I have any feelings for you. I'm only following my mother's desires, Draco Malfoy."

"I can guarantee you, the feeling’s mutual." he said through gritted teeth followed by an awkward silence as two of you continue your walk. You stared at your shoes with each step, trying to think of a sentence that will make him help you cancel the wedding. You couldn't bare marrying someone you don't love, especially someone with a big ego like Draco’s. No, never in a million years.

"Mal- Draco, I didn’t intend to ask you upon this favour, as we both know how ridiculous this arrangement is. Please convince Narcissa and Lucius to call it off. It's not too late, considering you're a man-"

"As much as I would love that, Y/N. I would never want to break my mother's heart, I don't bloody care if you call it off, it's perfectly fine with me. We'll discuss this again after the wedding." He said, rolling his eyes and walking back to the house leaving you alone.

You blink in shock, your eyes following his walking figure, his silver blond hair visible under the moonlight. That bastard! Why would he think it's any better after the wedding? Sighing in disappointment, you slumped on the bench facing the lake, the darkness of the night swallowing you.

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"You are to be MARRIED to Draco?" Jane's eyes widen in shock, she stood up facing you, her pupils searching for yours trying to find mischief. To her prevail, you were dead serious and that got her sitting back on the chair slowly.

"But - I thought you wanted to be a healer-"

"I do, I can be a healer while married. I wouldn't need permission to pursue my dream career, would I?" You sighed, staring at the wand in your hand. Jane has been your best friend ever since the two of you got sorted in the same house back in Hogwarts. You wanted her to be your bridesmaid. Knowing how grand the Malfoy's are, it makes sense how big they want this wedding to be, considering Draco's the only Malfoy heir. You didn't know what to think of it, ever since you were a child, you had always dreamt of how you wanted your wedding to be, you didn't mind how the reception would look, how flowy your dress would be, as long as it's with friends and relatives, and a person you're in love with.

Jane was silent for several seconds. "Oh Y/N...but Draco Malfoy?"

"YES JANE! What other Dracos do you know of?" You roll your eyes in irritation, hating the fact of being reminded of marrying a bloke like him. Jane sighed and looked at you with sympathy,

“But, I’m afraid your mother’s right.. there’s no denying the Malfoys are rich-“

You snorted. “richly arrogant”

The silver band on your ring finger brimmed. The mere thought of you being engaged was still unbelievable, so is the oncoming wedding. Feeling frustrated, you terribly wanted to pull your hair out.

“Jane, I have an idea.. perhaps on the wedding day, you could wear a long veil and take my place instead-“ You randomly suggest.

“Y/N Y/L/N, Are you mad? We both know your absurd schemes are never going to work,” Jane smiled sadly, gripping your hand in hers.

You sighed in disappointment, praying deep down the wedding would be disastrous or a random fire would begin before the vows, yes, it was a childishly dangerous thought but you were willing to escape this arrangement without hurting your mother’s feelings.

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On the wedding day, of course the unfortunate events you hoped for didn’t occur. You weren’t as devastated as you thought you would be when you woke up that morning, wrapping sheets of mattress around yourself. It could be that you were finally accepting your fate, you groaned at the thought. In 24 hours, you would be ‘Mrs. Malfoy’, how grand.

The dress that was altered for you was beautiful, you couldn’t take your eyes off it. The white material felt light and gorgeous under your fingertips. Jane had repeatedly told you how breath-taking you looked, you didn’t deny that.

Before the event began, Narcissa had come in your dressing room with an amber green leathered box. Seeing your future mother in-law made you awfully nervous, even if you weren’t whole heartedly willing to marry her son. You quickly pushed the guilt away when she cupped your hands in hers.

“Oh Merlin, you look lovely Y/N,” She said with a smile before opening the box, revealing a heavenly beautiful bracelet the Malfoy initials carved in golden. You let Narcissa gently put it on you telling you of the Malfoy heirloom’s history. The bracelet was given to wear on special occasions, the heirloom given down to each heir on the wedding day.

The piano started playing as you entered the hall, guests arise to their feet, staring at you in awe. Your mother stood at the end of the hall with Francis; happiness laced with sadness painted on her expressions, seeing her only child in white walking down the aisle. Your eyes wander along the decorations in the hall before landing on Draco. He looked undeniably handsome, his platinum blonde hair neatly combed as always, expression unreadable.

When the rings and vows were exchanged the hall erupted in an applause. You looked up to see Draco looking at you with a fake smile etched on his face, the sounds of cheering suddenly muted. It was all an act, you remind yourself.

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•°☆°• Bennett Fluff Alphabet •°☆°•

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

The fact that you love him even though he often brings misfortune wherever he goes, makes him fall head over heels for you everytime again.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your/his body?)

Your hands, he loves it when you caress his head, back or literally any other body part of his with your soft hands. It feels like true home. He doesn't really like any part of his body, Bennett is rather insecure about himself, his misfortune doesn't help with that. Please be patient with him and assure him that he's precious.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

He loves to be held by you. While sleeping he'd definitely enjoy being the little spoon. You holding him close to you will make him melt when he wakes up. Other than that he also love to snuggle his head into your neck while you wrap your arms around each other.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Him being the unlucky boy he is, he would rather have a date with you where it's most likely very safe. He doesn't want to intentionally bring any trouble to you. A picnic in the wild, for example, could easily attract some monsters nearby. He'll most likely would like to have a date with you in his or your own home. What can possibly happen there? He thought.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Open. He's a very open person to you. If he's sad, then he'll seek for comfort within your arms. Where's the point in hiding if you're gonna find out anyways?

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

He sure would want one with you, though due to the fact that he's quite young, it'll take a while.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving?)

He would give you the world if he could. He loves giving you gifts, whether if it's homemade food or something else he made himself, he'll proudly present it to you. Even though it may doesn't look the best. Tell him you're proud of him and he'll be the happiest person in Teyvat.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

There's no second he wouldn't try to hold hands with you, even if it could get a bit embarrassing in his opinion. But he'd even try to hold your hands during a battle. He loves to intertwine your fingers too! A sucker for your affection.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Of course he'd be worried sick and would blame himself and his bad luck, even if he wasn't the cause at all. Definitely would try to patch you up but he'd bring you to a decent healer just to be extra sure and not to worsen things.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with you or prank you?)

He will joke around with you, you're technically partners in crime. Bennett would prank you but only in small and harmless amounts. His pranks towards you are more the kind of cute ones.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

You often initiate the kisses. He's still a bit shy about all that romantic stuff, so give him some time. You giving him some pecks on his forehead and or cheeks will make him flustered and he'll be at loss of words.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

By many ways actually. Little presents, affection and of course saying it to you, often even with a cute little stutter!

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

When you admitted your feelings for him as well. He never thought you would ever love him back, he's so clumsy, how can someone as great as you return his feelings? He thought they're unrequited, so you can imagine his happiness.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

You leaving him because of his misfortune. He's a little insecure about it and you leaving him because of it will tear his world along with his heart apart.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

Definitely his bad luck. Even though he dislikes it, it's a very cute trait to him, that not everyone has to this extend. And let's be honest, bad luck isn't always that bad!

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

He suffered less and less from his bad luck since he's with you, so a nickname he'll give you will be his lucky charm. But he'll also call you his precious sunshine, because that's what you are to him. You lighten his day and mood every time he sees you.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Alone at home during nighttime. He likes to be with you alone during a calm moment in his or your home at night. He can watch you without worrying about monsters or any other people that could ruin the quiet moment. He can admire you without any interruptions while he's in your arms all cuddled up to you.

R = Romance (how romantic are they? Clichè or rather creative?)

Considering the fact that he's quite timid and has bad luck, he's rather creative and romantic in his own ways. He'd try to put those little sticks with his signature thumbs up in a heart shaped food he made you. Probably his Teyvat charred eggs.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

There's no secret you don't know, he'll tell you even the most embarrassing ones. He fears that if he kept things for himself, it would only cause trouble between you two, so he is very open about secrets to you.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

Quite some time. He was, and still is, shy considering those matters, he had to built up the courage first. You almost even decided to confess first, if he wouldn't anytime soon!

U = Upset (how do they act when you're upset?)

He'll get even more insecure. Was it something he said or did? Or perhaps it's because of his bad luck? He'll try to talk with you to understand why you're upset. If it really was something he did, then he'll be dejected but tries his best to never do it again for you. Nonetheless, if it's because of someone else, he'll confront that person, no matter if it's a knight or any other high person, no matter how frightening they look, he'll stand up for you. You're his everything after all.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

He's proud that you're his. He can't help but feel glad that you love him too. Showing you off happens rather unconsciously. Like, he would talk to his friends about how great you are and how kind, but not to make them envy him or anything, he simply does it because he's happy.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

Worried. Everytime you fight he is feeling proud and worried at the same time. He would definitely fight for and with you, trying to protect you with everything he got.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

At the beginning he's a bit dense, one could say, but after some time he'll learn your body language and will be able to read you like an open book.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

He's young, it'll take him some time to build up enough courage to actually ask for your hand in marriage, he was super shy when asking you out, so this is gonna be a huge challenge for him.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

As said before, he loves getting affection from you. Cuddling with you will make him calm down and relax. Yet alone you being beside him calms him down greatly, he feels much more confident and at ease knowing there's someone who loves him even though he has such a bad luck.

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