#it was a nice surprise pulling it out of the box ready to be sat on

[loveronlineee]

My Girl Part 1 (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Eddie Munson x Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: swearing

Synopsis: When Mike visits El and the Byers in California, the last person he expected to meet was Eddie’s girlfriend, who apparently exists.

Y/N notes: none

I was originally gonna call this one “The Dungeon Mistress” but that sounded WAY kinkier than I wanted it to be

Request for @maltinonka ! I loved this idea and yes there will absolutely be a part 2 to this one

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The Byers got back to theirs after meeting Mike at the airport. El had been talking excitedly about her plan for the day non stop and everyone but Mike was ready to get out.

Jonathan took the keys to the front door out of his pocket and began walking up the pathway, the rest of the gang behind him. He spotted his neighbour sitting on her porch and waved.

“Hey Y/N!” He greeted. She looked up from playing her bass and smiled.

“Oh hey guys!” Mike squinted at her as they walked. Something about her vibe seemed strangely familiar. He just couldn’t put his finger on it.

“Hey El who’s that?” He asked, leaning closer to his girlfriend.

“Y/N. She’s our neighbour. She’s really cool.”

“Jonathan and Argyle hang out with her a lot.” Will added. “They pretty much just get high in Jonathan’s room. But yeah like El said, she’s cool.”

“You still up to come round mine later?” The bass player asked the older kids.

“Yeah we just gotta drop Will, Jane and Mike off at the roller rink.” Jonathan replied. That’s when Y/N noticed the unfamiliar face. El linked arms with him and pulled him forward.

“Y/N this is my boyfriend Mike! He’s visiting us for a couple days.” She explained excitedly. Mike waved. Y/N smiled and got up, holding her bass in one hand as she walked over. That’s when Mike saw her shirt.

The Hellfire Club.

He stared in shock and confusion. How the hell did she have that?? It looked faded and worn out. Way older than the one he had. But it was definitely the shirt.

“Hey nice to meet you!” Y/N greeted. She noted the odd look she was getting. “You okay there bud?” She asked, tilting her head slightly.

“W-Where did you get your shirt?” Mike asked, pointing. Y/N looked down at her outfit.

“My shirt? I made it when I was a freshman in high school.”

“… no you didn’t.” Mike stated. Y/N pulled a face.

“Yeah? I did? I designed it too. It was for a club me and my boyfriend were starting-“

“Boyfriend?” Mike repeated in disbelief. No. She couldn’t be. He couldn’t have. No way.

“Yeah it was a-“

“A D&D club?” Y/N stopped.

“How did you?…” Her eyes widened. “Where are you from Mike?”

“Hawkins, Indiana.”

“NO FUCKING WAY!” She screamed and jumped. Pointing at him as she came back down. “You go to my old high school???”

“Yeah!! And I’m in the Hellfire club!!!” Mike matched her energy. Y/N looked at the Byers family.

“Why did you guys never tell me you were from Hawkins too???”

“You never asked!” Jonathan spluttered. They all seemed too shocked to properly speak.

“Wait. You dated Eddie Munson???” Mike asked, pulling a face.

“Dude I still do!”

“What?!” Mike exclaimed, making Y/N laugh.

“Wow great to know he talks about me then.” She said sarcastically. She looked back at El. “Jane I’m borrowing your boyfriend for a minute!”

“Where are we going?” Mike asked. Y/N grabbed his wrist.

“Come here kid.”

She led him inside her house and to her room. Mike had never seen Eddie’s place but he wouldn’t be surprised if it looked exactly like Y/N’s. Dark, messy, walls covered in band posters.

Y/N hung her bass back on her wall. Kissing her fingers and gliding them across the strings before going to kneel by her bed. She pulled out a shoe box from underneath and lifted the lid. Mike sat on the floor with her as she began to go through the pieces of paper inside.

“I moved to Cali for college last year. I’m lucky my uncle lives here so I don’t have to worry about housing. Eddie and I have been sending each other letters since I left Hawkins. Here.”

Y/N began handing them from the box to Mike as she continued to look through them all.

Mike took the letters and started reading. They were all from Eddie, dates going back over the past two years. He got to the one at the end of the pile. The paper was crumpled and torn in places. He could just about read it.

My girl, Y/N.

You don’t know this yet but I’m writing this before you’ve even left. You’re actually next to me right now, taking a nap. We’re in my van, AC/DC is playing. It’s your favourite song, you know the one.

I’m gonna miss this. I’m gonna miss this so much. We’re not even doing anything and I am having the best time of my life.

What am I actually gonna do when you’re gone?? I have no idea.

I promise I’ll keep Hellfire alive and continue to give the freshman nerds somewhere where they belong. I promise to use all the notes you’ve given me for our campaign. You were always the better DM. I promise to keep playing guitar so we can jam again when you come back. The band’s not gonna be the same without you.

Nothing’s gonna be the same without you.

Once I graduate, I’m running like hell outta Hawkins and straight to you.

Wait for me. I love you.

Eddie

“Wow. I had no idea Eddie could be so sappy.” Mike chuckled.

“That boy is full of surprises.” Y/N said with a loving smile. “So how’s my weirdo doing? Does he still jump up on the tables at lunch and yell things?”

“Yeah, yeah he does.” Mike chuckled again.

“Well it was much more annoying when it was both of us up there and we’d be dancing from table to table.”

“Eddie dances?” Mike asked in disbelief.

“Only with me.” Y/N shrugged. “We’d do anything to piss off those jocks. They hated us way before we did any of that shit anyway.”

“Yeah sounds about right.” Mike nodded. “This guy Jason is the worst.”

“Jason Carver?” Y/N asked.

“Yeah you know him?”

“Yeah I know the little shit. He acts like he’s king of the fuckin’ world. I bet he’s worse now that he’s a senior. He had this girlfriend, Chrissy, sweet little thing. Way too good for him.”

“They’re still dating.” Y/N made a disgusted noise as Mike handed her the letters back. She took out a Polaroid from the box before placing the letters down. She smiled at it fondly then handed it to Mike.

The photo was of her and Eddie at her graduation. Eddie was grinning as Y/N’s arms were wrapped around him, kissing his cheek. Mike turned it over to read the message on the back.

You get the fuck outta here and never look back. I’m right behind ya babe.

Mike suddenly felt a twinge of sadness.

“Y/N?” He said.

“Yeah?”

“When’s the last time you were in Hawkins?”

“The day after that picture was taken.”

“Wha- really? So you haven’t been back to visit in the last year and a half??” Y/N shrugged.

“We always planned to get out of that shitty town and never go back. Besides, plane tickets aren’t cheep. The only reason I’m even in California is because my Uncle said he would look after me.” Mike could see she was sad too, really.

“… don’t you miss him?”

“More than anything in the world.” Y/N said softly. She looked over that the calendar hanging on her wall. “Mike, when are you going back home?”

“Next Saturday.” Y/N got up and looked closer at the dates. She mumbled to herself.

“Well I don’t have anything due around that time… and I’ve got some money saved up…fuck it.” She turned back around. “You wanna see Eddie loose his collective shit?”

Mike grinned, standing back up.

“Uh yeah?” He replied, like she even had to ask that question.

“Well then, I’ve got a plane ticket to buy.”

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[fan-fantasies]

Just the Two of Us

Pairing: Rhea x reader

Warnings: none?

You fluttered around the kitchen putting the finishing touches on all of Rhea’s favorite dishes. She would be home any minute and you wanted to surprise her.

Typically, the two of you had to spend your anniversary apart and celebrate it on a later day, but this year she was coming home the day off. The two of you had discussed having a lowkey anniversary a while back so you figured surprising her with dinner would be perfect.

You checked her location and saw she was pulling onto the street so you quickly set the table. A few moments later you heard the front door open and the dogs rushed to greet her.

You quickly followed behind and couldn’t help the smile on your face.

“Hey, babe!” She said, pulling you into a hug.

“I missed you!” You sighed, quickly kissing her. “I made dinner for us.”

“That’s nice of you, but I’m gonna grab a quick shower first. I wanna wash the airplane off,” she chuckled.

“Yeah of course, no rush,” you shrugged.

You fixed a plate for Rhea and yourself, sitting at the table. You knew she wouldn’t take too long so you didn’t mind waiting.

“Yeah, totally! I’m gonna have something to eat first but I’ll definitely meet you at the office after,” you heard her say on the phone as she came from the bedroom.

She sat down across from you and shot you a smile. She began to eat while still talking on the phone. Your heart sank a bit but you didn’t want to say anything. She finally hung up about halfway through the meal.

“I’m gonna meet up with the boys at the office for a bit, we have some stuff to work out,” she told you. “This is really good, babe.”

“You’re gonna go to the office? You just got back.”

“I know, but being ahead of everyone else can’t hurt,” she shrugged.

You finished your meal in silence, trying to hide your hurt.

“I’ll be back in a bit,” she said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Sure,” you mumbled.

You waited until she left to clean up the kitchen. You decided to turn in early, not wanting to wait up for her. Clearly Rhea didn’t care enough about your anniversary to do anything.

You set out a small present you got for her on her nightstand and went to bed.

Rhea got home and was confused when she noticed you weren’t waiting for her in the living room. She went into the bedroom and saw that the lights were off but the tv was still on. You seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

She got ready quietly and went to the bed. She noticed a small box sitting on her nightstand and looked at it curiously. Finally, it clicked in her head.

“Fuck,” she sighed. Between shows and flights and press, she had completely forgotten your anniversary. She felt horrible, especially after realizing the effort you had gone through to make the night special for her and she completely blew you off.

She slid into bed next to you and made a plan in her head for the following day, needing to make it up to you.

When you woke up the next morning, Rhea wasn’t in bed with you. That just made your heart ache more.

Before you could get out of bed, Rhea walked into the room with a tray of food.

“Good morning, gorgeous! I wanted to say thank you for last night so I figured breakfast in bed would be a start,” she said, setting the tray down in front of you.

She climbed into bed next to you and took one of your hands.

“And I also wanted to apologize for forgetting our anniversary. I just got caught up in meetings and shit and it slipped through the cracks. I’m sorry, my love.”

“It’s okay-“

“No, it’s not okay. Please, it won’t happen again,” she said.

“I accept your apology and I forgive you,” you smiled at her sincerity.

“Good, because I have a whole day planned for us, just the two of us.”

#rhea ripley #rhea ripley x reader #wwe rhea ripley #rhea ripley fanfiction #rhea x reader #rhea ripley fluff

[djljpanda]

Could I request a Wednesday X femreader

I don’t want to make this too long so

Basically just giving her a blood vial necklace with ur blood in it and she’s just fascinated and she wears is everyday even to sleep

Honestly I See This Happening

It was Wednesday birthday as for awhile you thought about what to get your pale goth lover. You thought about giving her a knife collection but you didn't want her risking going to jail, getting her more dark clothing but she has enough and she wasn't much of a fashion person. It was when you were reading about old Vampire and human lovers one caught your attention and that is when you knew what to give Wednesday.

Her Birthday rolled around as you were told to distract Wednesday cause Enid and the others were getting her surprise party ready.

You took her to a nice picnic spot as you had drinks and snacks already there waiting. You both sat down on the sheet as you both just enjoyed the silence till pulled out a small box handing it to Wednesday. "I know you told me not to get you anything but I love you so here", Wednesday opened the box to see a heart shaped vile neckless with some red liquid than i dawned on her as she looked at you and back at the neckless.

"So do you like it?" "Y/n can you put this on me", you only smiled as you put the vile neckless around her neck.

Ever since her birthday under all her clothes she would wear the blood vile as she felt a piece of you will always be with her and it felt like you made her a forever promise.

She wears during all day and night but no one knew not even you that was until she went over to stay with you. Ajax was over with Enid and you have no roommate this year so Wednesday took this opportunity to be with you. As she changed into her pajamas you notice a silver chain around her neck. "You really do like my gift huh love" "I don't know what you are talking about", you walked closer to her as you took the blood vile out. You smiled as Wednesday only had a scold. You only kiss your gothic girlfriend as you smiled into the kiss.

"Your welcome love" "Just stop talking you fool", Wednesday kissed you again as you knew she was more in love with you.

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[akaashislover1]

Is it just me or does anyone else think Yuji Itadori would spoil the hell out of you on Valentine’s Day?? This takes place when reader and Yuji are of age and you guys both work full time jobs. Whoop.

He would start off by preparing you breakfast in bed. A plate full of waffles topped with scrambled eggs and bacon with a pool of syrup on the side for you to dip what you wanted. There was a cup of coffee and a cup of apple juice for you too choose from. (He would take what you didn’t choose)

You would talk all morning about everything and anything. From updates about your favourite shows to how the both of you are feeling in general(you loved being vulnerable with him and him with you).

Yuji would be cracking jokes about everything. He made it his mission to remind you about the time Kugisaki spilt coffee on Gojo’s shirt and how He, Kugisaki, and Megumi tried to get the stain out but failed.

You loved the way he smiled at you. You would tease him every time you caught him staring for too long. Saying the classic: “take a picture, it’ll last longer!”

He would turn red and give you a light smack.

“What? It’s not my fault you’re the most gorgeous person on earth!” He would say chuckling.

Once you finish breakfast and got dressed for the day(obviously you’d wear the matching red and white outfit Yuji had bought for you for this special day), Yuji led you into the living room for you to find heart shaped balloons which varied in color. Pink, red and white.

There were also multiple boxes of your favourite chocolates sitting on the coffee table, waiting to be eaten by the both of you.

He also had the tv turned on, the screen displayed the menu of your favourite movie waiting to be played.

“We can rewatch this full series and then once that’s done I have more surprises!” He said happily.

“Yuji, you didn’t have to do all of this. I would’ve been fine just spending the day with you.” You felt bad. The only thing you were able to get him was a card from the dollar store and a gift card for his favourite fast food place tucked inside. You didn’t have a lot of time this year and you’ve been stressed out.

“No it’s fine. We spend everyday with each other anyway. Today is special! Plus I wanna do this.”

After your guys movie binge, Yuji had told you to get ready. He wouldn’t tell you where you were going but that you had to dress nice. So you did.

Yuji fought so hard with himself to not rip the spaghetti strapped black dress that ended just above your knees and had a completely opened back(which he didn’t like the thought of you wearing it out, he didn’t argue).

You checked yourself out in the mirror, flattening down every rumpled bumps out of your dress. Your fingers raked themselves through your neatly straightened hair.

“You look perfect,” Yuji’s voice startled you. You found his eyes in the mirror. He was wearing a subtle pink dress shirt with a black tie and black dress pants.

“Although, I do have something that will go perfect with your dress.” He finished as he walked towards you. It was then when you realized he was carrying a little paper shopping bag.

Your heart skipped a beat when he pulled out a long black velvet box. Yuji opened it.

You eyed, through the mirror, the beautiful diamond necklace that sat perfectly in the box accompanied by a set of diamond stud earrings.

You felt your eyes water as you turned around. Yuji had the biggest smile on his face. His light brown orbs began to water a little and you noticed that he was having trouble speaking.

“Yuji, you didn’t have to get this I-“

“No, don’t even start. I had to. I know this isn’t a ring, but these are placeholders for the real deal.”

“Real deal? What are you talking about?”

“Gosh, I thought I was the dense one. I wanna marry you y/n. I’d marry you right here on the spot. But I just think with everything going on, I think it’s best we wait a bit, you know?”

You chuckled lightly as Yuji started to put the necklace on.

“You ran out of money didn’t you?”

“Oh yeah, big time. I honestly thought you were gonna get full on chocolates so we wouldn’t have to go to dinner but seeing you in this dress is worth it.” Yuji snorted as you felt his fingers clasp the necklace around your neck. Once you had the earrings on, you gave Yuji the tightest hug. His arms flew around your waist and he rested his head on top of yours, smelling your shampoo.

“Happy Valentine’s Day. I love you.” He whispered into your hair.

“I love you too, thank you for today.”

You smiled into his chest, your heartbeats syncing together.

“Now let’s go, I’ll pay for dinner.”

“Can’t argue with that! I was waiting for you to say that!” Yuji chanted as he kissed the top of you head. You rolled your eyes playfully as he made his way to the door, you following shortly after.

“You’re lucky I love you too much!”

Sorry this is late, i had to work all day today and the day before i just got back from a trip to even start. Hope you enjoyed!💕

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[xztloux]

hey pookie butt 😈 got a bill request for you

okay so like im thinking reader comes from a family that isn't too wealthy so she refrains from buying expensive things for herself. but like adores gift giving so she won't hesitate to spend money on anyone else or will make them something by hand.

So one day Bill comes home with a pretty pricey gift he spent so long picking out for her and gives her a card and flowers along with it. and she's all "omg did I get our anniversary wrong?" and starts panicking and apologizes and asks him what the special occasion is. So when he tells her it's not a special occasion she's like, "But why?" and he's like "...just because....i felt like it? Do I really need a reason?"🧍 and she's so touched and starts crying cause no one had ever done something like that for her. and like basically just fluff after that yk? thats all, THANK YOU SO MUCH IF YOU DO THIS RAHHH

-smoopsy poops! ☝️😻

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▸ content warnings: none I don’t think?

▸ summary: bill surprises you and you get a little emotional

▸ A/N: who ever sent this in one, I love your energy 😭, two, THIS IS SO CUTE.

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Today was a friends of yours birthday tomorrow and you loved giving people gifts so it was like Christmas came early for you. You had made these beautiful pink paper roses with “happy birthday” written on the petals since your friend loves flowers you thought it was be a nice thoughtful surprise. Honestly making gifts by hand or getting little thoughtful gifts for people was your specialty, you came from a family that didn’t have the biggest bank account and when you were younger you couldn’t afford to buy your friends “proper” (there is no proper gift in my opinion) presents for birthdays, Christmas etc.

So here you are now at your dining table finishing up the last petal before putting it into a gift bag ready to give it to them tomorrow. As you were you heard the front door open and bill walk into the kitchen. “I’m back love.” He said sounding excited and happy. “Hey.” You shouted back, before you felt a pair of hands over your eyes. “Bill, babe, what are you doing?” You giggled smiling at his little act.

“Nothing, just need you to stand up close your eyes and follow me.” He smiled grabbing your hands gently pulling you up from the dining room table. “Oh no..” you giggled in a teasing way. “Oh shut up and close your eyes.” Bill chuckled softly pulling you towards the kitchen. “Okay okay eyes closed.” You smiled closing your eyes as you felt bill lead you to kitchen, placing you at the kitchen island. “Okay wait there.” He said you could practically hear the excitement in his voice. You heard the sound of something being pulled out of a bag. “Okay okay open!” He says sounding very happy.

You open your eyes looking down at the kitchen island seeing a small bouquet of all your favorite flowers and a big white expensive looking box sat next to it. You were gobsmacked and hesitated. “Go on, open it.” Bill said with the biggest grin on his face as he handed you the box. You opened the box to find a three piece set of jewellery. A beautiful sliver diamond necklace along with a matching ring and bracelet, before you could say anything bill jumped in not being able to contain his excitement. “Do you like it? It’s the same one I saw you looking at the other night.” He smiled very happily. It’s true this was the set you’d been wanting forever but the price always put you off, it was to expensive.. and bill brought it for you.

“I..I..” you didn’t know what to say, you were at a loss for words, all you felt was tears forming in your eyes. Bill saw this and his fave a immediately dropped. “What’s wrong? Do you not like it?” He asked frantically. “..no no I love it.” You said softly tears running down your cheeks. “Then why are you crying my love?” He asked whipping your tears. “Because.. nobody’s done this for me before..” you said a small smile on your face. “Well…” Bill giggles softly. “You better get used to it now that you’re with me.” He grinned wrapping his arms around your waist. You laughed gently smiling up at him, before he kissed you.

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[notanotherstory]

Mistle-toeing

Warnings: fluff, a really annoying "i-don't-know-limits" man.

Word count: 4.5k

Disclaimer: this was the first lil thing I wrote about Angie. I do hope you enjoy it <3

Morning came and you groaned as your alarm rang and pulled you out of dreamland. You pulled your arm from under the covers and slapped it off, proceeding to stretch and swing your legs to the side of the bed, putting one foot in front of the other before opening the curtains and getting hit by the morning light. 

You rubbed your eyes and blinked repeatedly as they adjusted to the light, getting ready for a much needed shower that’d finally wake you up. It was going to be a long, long, day, you thought, before stepping under the stream of warm water and letting your dreams wash away with it.

As you walked through the streets of Collinsport, you pulled on the brown, thick coat you wore, trying - and failing - to hide your nose from the cold so it wouldn’t turn rudolph red. 

Quickly, you entered the building and shuddered at the change of temperature, ruffling your hair to get rid of the snow that had collected in it, and running your hands along your coat to clean it up from the little white particles that had stuck to it. Rubbing your hands together to warm them up a little bit, your eyes scanned the place.The sight was not the usual; and the energy felt different. A good kind of different.

The office was decorated all around, giving the usually white, clean, serious and cold surrounding, a cozier feeling. An elegantly decorated tree sat next to the coffee machine, which now had an addition of delicious ginger cookies on the counter, along with garlands up on the walls and some wreaths hanging in between them, finished with lights adorning the cubicles, everything strategically placed so it was a harmonious look. Funnily enough, everyone seemed just as surprised as you were. In the few months you’d been around, you had never heard of the office celebrating any kind of festivity, but, well… Here you were, with decorations along the office boxes, Christmas music playing in the background (you recognized Sinatra’s Let it Snow) and Nancy, Angie’s secretary (and your confidante) wearing a Santa hat. You guessed this was her making, and you couldn’t fathom how she had convinced Angie Bouchard to let this happen. 

As you walked by Nancy, you waved shyly at her, mouthing a “Good morning, Nance” and receiving a big smile in return, followed by a wink - you didn’t get the reason for the last gesture, but you knew she always knew things you didn’t. To be honest… you were quite oblivious.

Absentmindedly walking towards your desk, the decorations distracted you from the pair of cobalt eyes following your every move, like a predator stalking its prey, silently, meticulously, and waiting until you had reached your designed space, still staring and assessing your reaction to the changes.

You dropped your leather bag on the desk unceremoniously and hung your coat on the chair, starting your computer to check for the new mails - but something felt off. A glimpse of red showed up on the corner of your eye, and you rapidly turned your head towards the salient colour. There was a gift sitting on your desk. You stared suspiciously at the neatly wrapped box that sported a ruby red colour, finished with a golden bow. No one in the office was too close to you, so this was quite the surprise. Carefully lifting the box while looking for the tag, you instead found a neat card that had your name elegantly written on it, alongside a small message;

“Y/N,

A little birdie told me you had been staring at these for quite some time.

I do hope you enjoy them thoroughly.

P.S., I see you’ve got good taste. Very nice choices.”

You turned the card around to find any kind of initial or name, but ended up with nothing. Saving the little card safely on your bag, you pulled on the ends of the ribbon and watched it fall lightly on the desk. The tips of your fingers grazed the red wrapping paper, feeling its soft texture and travelled down the softness of it until it met one of the seams; your nails picked on the scotch tape and lifted it, being meticulous enough so it wouldn’t tear. 

After you pulled the box out, you kept trying to figure out what it could be. And when it opened, you had to bite your lower lip to keep the grin from taking over your whole face, yet still jumped up and down in your spot excitedly. Inside it there were two of the vinyls you had been looking at the store for the past two weeks, but always decided to not buy them just yet: Herbie Hancock’s Crossings, and Santana’s Caravanserai. 

You were a huge music geek, and these were recently out. You looked around hoping to recognize something in someone’s eyes or expression, any tell-tale sign, but only found Nancy’s warm eyes; “Oh!” you exclaimed. 

In one of your many conversations with Angie’s secretary, you had gushed about one of these two albums and how much you absolutely loved Christmas, considering it was big back at home. You set the vinyls back on the box and walked towards Nancy, but before you could open your mouth, she spoke without even drifting her eyesight from the computer screen. 

“That was not me, dear.” You cocked an eyebrow up and a quizzical look took over your features. “Well - if it wasn’t you, then…” Nancy looked up at you and shrugged innocently. “I have no idea, darling. But they do seem to be paying attention to you.” With that, you decided to drop the topic and go back to work; god knows the secretary would not spill any more information. Jesus, this woman could get caught by the CIA and keep everyone’s secret’s safe, acting like she knew absolutely nada. And even when you tried to avoid your workload, you had a lot to catch up on. Yet, you found yourself looking back at the little card and reading it repeatedly during the day, smiling at the neat handwritten message.

The day passed by fairly quickly, and you were drained. Meetings, mails, getting ready for the end of the year at Angel’s Bay meant absolute mayhem, you learned. The thought of a warm cup of hot chocolate and a good Christmas movie under the warm covers of your bed, in the safety of your little flat made you yearn for the end of the shift, when you could finally relax. With that in mind, you finished typing the document you were working on and stood up from your chair, quickly making your way towards the coffee counter, eyes focused on the warm cups of chocolate that Nancy had just put down, turning towards you to gift you a soft, caring smile. You loved that woman to bits, and she knew you had been having a hard time lately. Christmas was not a day you were used to spending alone, so the thought of it had been taking a toll on you the past week. Of course, Nancy was constantly checking on you and doing small things to cheer you up - asking about your day and if you ate, to which you would roll your eyes playfully and answer while chuckling “Yes, mom”, or leaving candy canes on your desk, and now preparing your favourite thing ever; hot chocolate. She left the tray and kept walking forward towards her desk, which was right next to Angie’s office.

You grabbed the warm, white cup and the sweet smell of chocolate invaded your senses, bringing you the comfort you were looking for. There were small marshmallows on top as well, and you had to contain your excitement to avoid squealing like a little kid from the happiness it brought you. 

While you were immersed in your hot chocolate cup, you didn’t realize who was walking towards you, until your personal space seemed to be awfully invaded by a strong cologne that reeked of musk - not the good kind. You don’t know what you despised the most; the smell or the person who came along with it. 

Freaking Jack from the sales department. Another of the smug assholes who never took “no” for an answer, because his fragile ego could not take it. He’d been trying to get your attention since the first day you started working at Angel’s Bay, taking advantage of any situation he had to brag about himself - god, he was so full of himself. Today was not the exception. The rest of the girls in the office swooned over him; it was sort of like a Belle and Gastón kinda situation. Terrible, to say the least. 

You heard him clear his throat and rolled your eyes before plastering the most fake smile you could manage, turning back to look at him.

“Jack.”

“Y/N, what a coincidence” Not. 

“Yeah, well, considering we work on the same floor, I'd call it a very probable event.” You said, matter-of-factly. You knew he had spent the last 5 minutes looking around for you, and you actively avoided him. It’s not that you disliked him… No, no, it was that you disliked him. A lot.

He laughed forcibly at your statement, flashing you what should be considered a perfect grin, but instead came off as straight up weird. “Oh, aren’t you a funny one” 

Realizing how close he was, you took a few steps back, and he followed suit, playing aloof while talking about his day, not bothering to ask you about yours, until you were standing in front of the tree, and very much cornered. You hugged the mug to your chest and felt it warm your skin up, looking around nervously, meeting Nancy’s eyes and praying she saw the apprehension in yours and came in to save you from this idiot, who wouldn’t stop talking.

Speaking of the devil, you saw a sharp, mischievous smile form on his lips, and you knew he had come up with some sort of plan to make you even more uncomfortable. He had his eyes glued to the ceiling, and for a moment you thought he had just… rebooted himself. Who knows.

Following Jack’s eyes, your own gaze sat on the pointy green leaves that accompanied the white, round fruit, delicately placed with a red bow over your heads. Of course you had to be standing under the one mistletoe that was up. You mentally facepalmed as soon as your mind registered the little plant, and you regreted every single decision that had taken you to this situation.

“Well, well, well… Seems like we have found ourselves under the mistletoe, my dearest y/n”. His voice lowered in an attempt to sound seductive, and it only made you want to smack the satisfaction off of his face. He grabbed the mug from your hands and left it back on the counter, not giving you a chance to speak before talking once again. “You know what it means. And it’s tradition, lovely y/n.” 

You were at a loss for words as you felt his rough hands grab you by the waist and pull you against him, as your hands landed on his chest and you attempted to keep him away. 

“Jack - this is not funny. Back off, please.”

The rest of the office had started speaking in whispers and hushed laughs, presencing Jack’s shenanigan as if it were nothing but a simple joke. They watched amused, except for two pairs of eyes. One belonging to Nancy, of course, and the other cobalt blue pair throwing daggers with her eyes, ready to strike.

“As I said, it’s tradition, y/n. Come on, don’t be such a buzzkill. I promise you’ll like it.” He said smugly, while leaning in.

You were so lost in thinking about what to do and how to kick the man and get away from his grubby hands, you didn’t even listen to the faint clicking of heels that had sent the whole office scrambling back to their desks and work, as well as the cold silence that had taken over. You could only hear your own blood pumping in your ears, until the clicking of the heels stopped. And Jack’s face looked like he had seen a ghost.

“Such a pretty face stuck on the body of a useless man. If I were you, I would leave this instant. That is, if you wish to keep your hands.” Her words seethed with venom, eyes shining brightly and sporting a menacing look, alongside an emotion you couldn’t quite put your finger on dancing on her deep blue orbs. Was it hatred? Jealousy? No, it couldn’t be. She stared at his hands grabbing your waist, which were quickly dropped and followed by an amount of excuses Angie was clearly not interested in listening to. 

“Listen up, boy. You better gather your things immediately and leave the building within the next 10 minutes, or you’ll suffer a much, much terrible destiny. Your reputation is already ruined as it is.” She spoke without paying mind to the man, now a stuttering mess, who left the moment she had gone silent.

You dreaded the thought of being on his spot… Until you realized you were next. “Shit.” You said quietly, breathing deeply and getting as ready as you could to confront the upcoming interaction.

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A fucking mistletoe. A single piece of dangly fruit that hung over your head, reminding you of the promise it brought, mocking you with its gentle swaying. You swore that if it could talk, it’d laugh at you. One little mistletoe that had gotten you in this mess.

“Fuck - fuck fuck fuck” you thought, as your eyes tried to set on anything but the alluring woman in front of you, her red, full, pouty lips, the defined jawline and high cheekbones, the softness of her porcelain-like skin, the intensity of her cobalt eyes that added to that ethereal, almost unrealistic look - no, nope. Stop. Stop thinking about it.

You didn’t even need to look at her. Instead, your eyes were glued to the floor, which suddenly became extremely interesting. Your gaze set on anything and everything it could. You probably never payed this much attention to the rugs before, but you had decided the best idea was to count every single damn thread in it, if it meant you could avoid the situation. Still, the air seemed to thicken, and you could feel the wicked smile setting on her ruby red lips as she looked at what hung over your heads, completely understanding what it meant. Suddenly, you felt hot under that piercing stare that turned your cheeks bright red and made the shirt you were wearing feel a tad bit too tight. 

The way your name left her lips made you feel like your knees had turned to liquid, and you swore they buckled slightly. Her voice was all that was tempting in this world - sultry, velvety tone, honey-dripping. Christ, even the foulest of words would feel like a damn poem coming out of her mouth. You could only imagine what it would be like in a more intimate setting, your name leaving her lips with passion and lust. And god, you wanted to hear that prayer repeatedly. You only thought of worshipping her.

Your thoughts didn’t matter anymore - there was simply no way you’d get more flustered. She repeated your name, two, three times, before grabbing your chin in between her thumb and index finger, softly raising it, forcing you to redirect your eyes back up. You peered up at her through your eyelashes, as she dropped her hand and pushed a strand of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear. Your lips parted at the glimpse of her features, the same features that had flooded your dreams countless times. An almost inaudible sight left your mouth, and you wanted to convince yourself she had not noticed; but you knew she did, she always did. Her right eyebrow lifted ever so slightly, and there was the ghost of a pleased smile on her lips, before she spoke again and broke the obvious ogling you had going on. 

Your throat felt dry and you cleared your throat to avoid the crack of your voice, because the last thing you needed was to falter in front of the one and only Angie Bouchard.

“I’m beginning to think the floor is much more interesting than listening to me, y/n. I did not know I could be so uninteresting.” She said in a scolding manner, yet there was a tint of playfulness that bathed the statement.

That was the last drop you needed, and like a dam breaking, your words spilled out quickly, without a single thought behind them. You just needed to say something.

“I - I’m sorry, boss. I didn’t know there was a mistletoe and I don’t really know who put it up here but I just wanted a cup of hot chocolate and, well, you know, Jack arrived too and - I am very aware of the rules but it… it wasn’t like that I promise, I - why is there a mistletoe there? I swore it wasn’t when I got here!” your nervousness expressed itself on rambling, speaking without even taking a breath, while Angie watched clearly amused at your nervousness. She tilted her head to the left and her soft blonde hair followed the motion, falling over her shoulder until it set properly. She let out a soft chuckle that echoed in the floor, as everyone watched the exchange with curious eyes. The realization of the scene made you shut your eyes with shame and sigh defeatedly.

You didn’t know if she was about to have your head on a platter and fire you in front of everyone, scold you as if you were a five year old brat, or just leave without saying another word.

And you didn’t know what option was worse. But in between the plethora of scenes and options you ruminated, the upcoming one was definitely not in the books.

“So, tell me, did you like your gift?” She said, redirecting the conversation. You paused and narrowed your eyes at her. “Gift? What gift - wait. That was you?” Your voice had shown more shock than you would’ve liked to, but to be fair, it was pretty damn shocking. 

Angie smiled, pleased with herself and your reaction, nodding once. “I had a little help, but someone told me this festivity is quite the big deal for you…” You shook your head and recovered the words you’d been missing. “I loved it. You didn’t have to, boss.”

She rolled her eyes and softened her gaze. “Drop the formalities, darling, you can call me Angie. And I’m glad you liked it. Nancy worked hard on the decorations of the floor.”

Of course the secretary was in all of this. You giggled and hid your face in your hands, shaking your head side to side. “A little birdie, huh? So it was Nancy.”

“Well, she told me about one of the albums, and the hot chocolate. Technically, there were two little birdies. The owner of the shop told me how much time you spent there looking at Santana’s vinyl. I didn’t need to do much, one stare and the information was there, willing and able.” She shrugged unapologetically before speaking up once more. This time, the timing of her words was slower, more thought out, and felt very private. She lowered her voice and inched closer to you, the mistletoe still dancing over your heads. And you were far too aware of it, your eyes travelling up quickly, before locking back with Angie’s.

“As for the Christmas decorations… You do get loud when you speak about something you like, don’t you know that? Whether it's music, festivities, or… people.” The last word made your blood run cold and the smile dissipate from your lips - her voice dropped and seemed to be impossibly attractive, but all you could think about was the fact that Angie found out about your crush. Detail, big fat detail: your crush on her.

Considering how many times you had spoken to Nancy about your admiration for Angie, and how every single one of those times she’d tease you -“Wipe the drool from off your face, y/n” she’d lean in and whisper- either for how you couldn’t stop smiling when speaking about the blonde enchantress, how your eyes lit up when she passed by (and how you’d get flustered every single time) or for every time you looked at her a little too long, you mentally scolded yourself for doing it in front of her office. Not the smartest of moves if you’re trying to keep it a secret.

“I - Oh.”  She nodded softly and repeated your words “Yes, oh.”

The silence fell heavy between you, and the energy shifted into a tense, addicting feeling. You were sure you could feel electricity surging between both of you, and you definitely didn’t miss Angie’s eyes looking up at the mistletoe. “Ah, the infamous mistletoe. Shouldn’t we honour the tradition, then?” Her voice seemed impossibly seductive, and you were sure this is how mermaids had to speak - it was far too enticing, far too consuming.

She inched closer and snaked her arm behind your waist, pulling you in, hips snug against each other. You felt the rhythmic rising and falling of her chest, synchronizing your own breathing to hers. The proximity made you extremely nervous, and you kept breathing in her perfume, that intoxicating scent that made your brain go into overdrive and your heart beat faster. Your eyes followed the outline of her lips and marvelled at the way the light and shadow mixed and hit them, making them look even better. The lights of the tree twinkled softly and reflected on her eyes, which transformed them into the most beautiful starry sky; a universe in its own. You had gotten lost in the thought of them countless times, and here you were, staring right at them, feeling completely vulnerable and transparent, like she could read your mind. 

Her right hand travelled up to your neck, thumb, index and middle finger pressing softly on each side of it as it looked for your pulse points, not leaving the spot once they had found it. You were inches apart, and as if the teasing was already not enough, she gently pressed the first kiss on the corner of your mouth, moving to the other side, doing the same thing before putting some distance between both. “Is this okay?” She said softly. You could barely nod, absolutely immersed in the situation.

After your confirmation, she brushed your lips against hers before pressing them softly. You wanted to remember every sensation, the plump feeling of your lips against her, the softness of her mouth, the intoxicating scent, her electric touch. You felt her hands grab your waist and press down, her nails digging in your skin with just the right amount of pressure, and you relaxed against the kiss. 

Angie lightly slid her tongue across your bottom lip as if asking for permission, which you dutifully granted. You drew a deep, staggered breath at the surge of sensations and the heat you felt coursing your whole body. The kiss grew intense as she sucked on your lips and a shallow hum escaped her, completely pleased at the feeling she evoked on you and how you felt.

She tasted like a sweet, addicting nectar. And right then and there, you knew there was nothing you’d crave more in your life. Nothing that felt more right than this. Her body responded to yours and they moulded perfectly together, your primal needs clawing its way to the surface, and begging, begging you to not let her go. And so, your hands locked behind her slender neck, pulling her impossibly closer. They moved towards her face and caressed her cheek softly.

You swore you could feel your heart push through your chest as Angie’s left hand left your waist, which immediately missed the pressure and warmth of her touch, travelling through your upper body to set roots on top of your fastly beating heart. You felt so alive - and she felt it too, smiling through the kiss at the amount of power she held over your fragile heart, knowing, deeply knowing, you were hers. Her nails raked over your heart as she bit down on your lower lip and growled, “mine”. And there was simply no way you could ever contradict that statement, for the woman had been the owner of your heart since the moment you set eyes on her. 

The tidal wave of lust that had washed over both of you slowly started to set once you parted from the kiss to allow air into your burning lungs. Still dazed from the experience, you were sure you’d wake up from the dream at any given second. Angie’s thumb still ran across your lips reassuringly, her pupils blown wide, black against cobalt blue with shimmering lights reflecting from the tree. All danger, adventures and strong desire, a reckless sea, a new odyssey - and with all the trouble it might come, you knew it was absolutely worth it. 

Exhaling and taking a step back from you - which made you miss her warmth immediately - the blonde woman intertwined your fingers with hers, squeezing your hand before looking back at the rest of the office, which had seen the exchange and were staring slack-jawed.

“I do not like it when people touch things that belong to me. Good thing I put up that mistletoe and everyone knows who you belong to, now.” She winked at you, and before you could open your mouth to protest, shut you up by pressing one last soft kiss to your lips.  Angie hummed in approval while assessing the messy red tint on your mouth; her work made her chest fill with pride, before wiping the red stains from your mouth as best as she could, although she liked the view, the mark she’d left on you. Somehow hers didn’t seem messy at all.

Before you realized, Angie was walking towards your desk, pulling you along with her, ignoring the staring and whispers. Confused, you followed like a lost puppy. Honestly, you’d go anywhere she took to you, without thinking about it.

“Grab your things, darling. We’re not done yet.” She purred. 

You were completely entranced, and stumbled over your desk to grab your things, as she stared amused at your clumsiness. Once you had your coat, bag and gift, you looked at the muse in front of you and waited for instructions. She went into her office and gathered her purse and car keys, before saying goodbye to Nancy. You did the same thing, earning a sly smile from the old lady behind the computer. 

“Take the rest of the day, Nancy. Go enjoy it with your family.” Angie said, sauntering towards the door with a hand possessively set on your waist. You were sure you’d faint if she kept this going.

“Well, dear. What is it that we’re going to do to enjoy our first Christmas together?” She spoke while turning the car on. You held onto those words like a promise, like an oath, and giggled at the thought of what a little plant could do.

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[jessicaloons]

Chapter 27:

But the story of us might be ending soon…

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I was lying wide awake in bed, Charles next to me. I stared at the ceiling, head throbbing, mind reeling. I never felt more guilty in my entire life. But it was my own fault. I created this mess.

"Lizzie?" Charles whispered and I flinched, the sheets rustling when he was turning to look at me "Why are you awake?"

"I just woke up." I lied, again.

"Hmm. Are you okay?" he rubbed my arm a little and I sighed.

"Yeah. It was just a lot. You know? I wanted it to be the perfect birthday for you. But in the end I screwed it all up."

"That’s not true, mon amour. It was amazing!" he scooted even closer, cupping my cheek "I was the one who ran away instead of talking to you like an adult! I’m 25 now but acted like a 15 year old."

"You were just overwhelmed… shocked… it’s okay." I mumbled.

"Still… I’m sorry." he kissed my cheek and pulled me into him "It was an amazing evening with all the people I love."

"Almost all the people."

"Almost, yeah but I’ll see them all as soon as we’re not in between races, that’s fine." he whispered and I smiled.

"Yep." he had no idea.

"You know that it would’ve been fine if we just ordered something to eat?" Charles said as we walked up to my flat.

"It’s your birthday and we go out for dinner! Just let me change into something a little more nice than what I’m wearing and we can go." I unlocked the door.

"You look amazing, I don’t know why you want to change… are we eating with the royal family or what?" he sighed and closed the door behind him, slipping out of his shoes.

"No, but with our family." I said and he turned around.

"Surprise!" we all yelled and Charles flinched a little.

"What the…?"

"Happy Birthday, Charlie!" Liam screeched, jumping straight into his arms.

"Thanks Bubba." he was overwhelmed, I could tell "What are you guys doing here?" he walked into the living room, hugging first our Mums, then Dad, his brothers and Sissy.

"Isn’t it obvious? We’re surprising you for your birthday." Arthur rolled his eyes and I had to chuckle.

"Yeah but, I mean… I had no idea."

"No shit Sherlock?" I patted his back "That’s why it’s called a surprise, you know."

"I know." Charles laughed and Liam poked his cheek "What’s up Bubba?"

"We have presents for you!" Liam said excitedly and wiggled in Charles hold, who sat him down "Here!" he handed Charles a present and Charles sat down on the sofa "Open it!"

Charles ripped the paper off and then opened the box, looking inside, he took a book out of the box and as soon as he opened it I saw the tears in his eyes. He flipped through some pages and Liam next to him waiting for his reaction. Charles put the book down and pulled Liam in his lap, hugging him tight.

"That’s the best gift I’ve ever received, Liam. Thank you so much!" Charles whispered with teary eyes.

"You like it?" Liam asked and he nodded.

"I love it!" Charles kissed Liams cheek and Pascale leaned over to have a closer look on the book, gasping a little when she realised what it was.

"Lizzie helped me with it. We kept all the receipts or tickets or postcards from whatever we did together. And then I picked my favourite pictures of us." Liam explained and Charles smiled at me.

"It’s amazing, really. I absolutely love it!"

Liam blushed a little, happily giggling. I walked over into the kitchen and helped preparing the food.

"Thank you guys so much for coming!" Charles raised his glass as we all sat down "And thank you, Lizzie, for organising not just yesterday in the club, but this dinner!" he leaned over and kissed my cheek.

We sat together for a while, eating and talking away, when Liam began to yawn and Sissy left the table with him, making him bed ready.

"Say good night to everyone." she said when they returned and Liam made his way around the table, as soon as he stopped at Charles he climbed up in his lap and snuggled into his chest.

"Can you read me a bed time story? You and Lizzie together?" he whispered and Charles nodded slightly, stroking his back.

"Of course, Bubba." he whispered back and got up, I followed them shortly. When we passed Sissy Liam leaned over and she kissed his cheek, saying good night and then Charles carried him into my bedroom, putting him down in my bed. I grabbed the book with the bedtime stories.

"Okay, what page?" I asked Liam and he turned on his side, snuggling into the sheets, clutching his plushie tight to his chest.

"16." he whispered and Charles smiled down on him, gently ruffling his hair. I opened up the book on page 16 and read the story, watching how Liam fought with all his power to keep his eyes open. But as the story ended, he had lost the battle, softly snoring away. We kissed his cheek and carefully got up, but before we left I opened up a drawer and took out a little present.

"Here, one last gift from me." I handed it Charles and he sighed a little.

"Lizzie, this whole weekend was more than enough! And then the secret trip! Now this! Stop spoiling me like this!" he said quietly, while opening the box, looking inside "Oh cara mia." his voice barely above a whisper as he took out the key, holding it up "Thank you. So much." he pulled me into him, kissing me softly "Feels almost like the key to your heart." he chuckled and I swatted at his arm.

"You’re so cheesy!" I rolled my eyes.

"You love it!" he pulled me in again, looking deep into my eyes.

"That I do."

"What do you mean?" I asked as we boarded the plane, Charles holding my bag for me "Wait, I’m boarding the plane." I put my phone down, showing the flight attendant my ticket.

"Welcome on board, Miss Doetterer. Would you and Mr. Leclerc please follow me." she smiled at us and lead us to our seats "If you need anything, let me know."

"Thank you." we both said and Charles ushered me into the window seat.

"Okay, now." I took my phone out and heard Julie rustling through some paper.

"Netflix. They want to film the Bosch Racing event in Austin." she said and I sighed.

"Just that event? Or more?" I asked.

"Just that event. There will be young kart drivers, a lot of girls, that’s why they want to film it."

"Okay. It’s on Wednesday, right?"

"Yes. I’ll tell you all the details as soon as I see you."

"Alright. See you in Austin. Bye." I hung up, groaning.

"What’s with the event on Wednesday?" Charles asked as he sat down next to me, handing me his hoodie.

"Netflix wants to film it, because it’s an event with a lot of karting drivers, a lot of young girls apparently, so they thought it’s a good idea if that’s being filmed." I sighed while pulling over Charles hoodie, snuggling into my seat.

"I agree. You wanted to use the documentary for exactly that!" he sat down and I nodded.

"I know. You’re right! Doesn’t mean I have to like it."

"Nope. But you’ll get used to it. Faster than you think." he kissed my cheek and I looked outside the window, hoping he was right.

Hoping I really would get used to a film crew filming my every move, that’s why I was nervous when I arrived at the sponsoring event. But seeing all the young kids, boys and girls equally, being so passionate about racing, loving the sport so much, my nervousness faded away in an instant. I did some laps around the track, gave some advice here and there. Told my story, how I made it from karting into F1. When the event slowly got to its end I wanted nothing more than to spend another hour or two with the kids.

"You were amazing! The kids loved you! The sponsors loved you!" Julie said.

"The camera loves you!" Elijah, the unit director, added and I blushed a little "If there are more events like this planned, count as in!"

"We will!" Julie smiled and waved the crew goodbye when I got into our car "Okay, be honest. How was it for you with the film crew? You were a little uncomfortable every now and then?"

"I wouldn’t say uncomfortable, more… kinda nervous how I would look on camera when doing whatever I was doing at that moment…"

"Oh Lizzie! You were amazing! Really! Just be you. Be natural. Don’t try to play a role…" she patted my arm and I nodded, thinking about her words when I opened up the door.

"Charles?" I asked when I walked inside our room, bed empty.

"In here."

I slipped off my shoes and plopped down on the sofa, as the bathroom door opened up and Charles walked out.

"Hey pretty girl." he kissed my head then walked over to the minibar, grabbing a sparkling water, handing it to me before he sat down "How was it?"

"Amazing. I swear these kids were all so talented! It was so much fun!" I said excitedly "There was this one girl, Myra, she was amazing. She wanted to know everything, I swear! She asked so many questions, was so inquisitive! She’ll be an amazing driver one day! Oh and Chloe! She was intuitive! She got in the kart and just went with it."

"Seems like you had a lot of fun, then?" Charles asked and I nodded "How was it to be filmed outside of the track?"

"I was a little worried about how I look on camera doing normal stuff like drinking or putting on a helmet? I was a little too much in my head. But I get used to it, like you said and it will get better from now on. I’m just being myself, not caring about the cameras."

"Very good! Exactly what you need to do!" Charles squeezed my thigh "Did you eat something?"

"Not really, no, you?" I answered and he shook his head.

"You wanna go out? There’s a street food festival just 2 streets from here." he said and I nodded.

"Yes! God yes! Give me a couple of minutes in the bathroom, just to freshen up a little."

"Take your time."

"Lizzie, can you tell us a little what happened back in Japan?" the reporter from CBS Sports asked.

"Umm, what happened in Suzuka can’t happen again. It was irresponsible. Mistakes like this can cost a life, as we all unfortunately know, and the FIA has to react and find out what went where wrong that a recovery vehicle was on track while we were still racing." I answered, although I was 100% sure that this wasn’t what he wanted to hear.

"There was also some drama off the track, with Charles attacking a reporter?" he continued.

"I think attacking is a little exaggerated? No? I mean to be honest it all happened so fast, I couldn’t fully process what was going on. So yeah. Don’t know what to say." I answered honestly.

"What the reporter asked left room for interpretation, did you understood it as an imply to something inappropriate?"

"I don’t know. It’s already 2 weeks ago, I don’t even know anymore what was said." I lied, I didn’t know at all what was said, Charles said I shouldn’t watch it or read articles about it, so I thought it must’ve been something bad. I did what he asked me to. Although I was curious.

"You were asked if you expect your results to be better again after your move to Monaco, where you would be closer to your fellow drivers to spent time outside of the track with them."

"To play paddle and go out to dinner together? Don’t know if that helps, but sure, why not." Fucking Salva Diaz.

"I think it implied a little more than just that?"

"I don’t know. I don’t care. Like I said, it’s two weeks ago, I focus on this weekend. Thank you." I smiled and when I left the media pen I bumped into Charles.

"A lot of questions about Suzuka, no?" he sighed a little and I nodded.

"Yeah but not just the race…"

"What else?"

"You! Punching Diaz! For nothing!" I looked at him and he stopped abruptly.

"What do you mean ‘for nothing’?"

"Charles, he asked way worse stuff before! And then you didn’t snap! Why now?"

"Why now? Why now?" he grabbed my hands and pulled me aside, into a hallway "Maybe because I saw the way you were tense the whole press conference, maybe because I saw how you were trying your best not to faint any moment, maybe because I saw you having a panic attack the moment he looked at you, ready to just spit out another disgusting question to hurt you! And maybe because in my mind he shouldn’t even be there! So yes! When he said you moved to Monaco to be closer to us other drivers to spent some time together, looking like that? Practically sneering? No. I lost it. And I don’t regret it one bit, he had it coming." Charles was furious and I cupped his cheeks.

"I love you, you know that, right?"

"Wh-what?" he was perplexed and I smiled, kissing his cheek.

"Thank you. Really." I hugged him and he sighed.

"I love you too."

I walked out of the bathroom, drying my hair when I saw Charles smiling at me like the Cheshire Cat.

"What have you done?" I asked

"Why do you think that I’ve done something?" he chuckled and I cocked an eyebrow.

"Because you sit there, smile like that and I’m 100% sure that I heard someone knocking at the door."

"Hmm. Interesting." he got up, walking over and grabbed me by the waist, still a big grin on his face.

"What have you done?" I repeated and he leaned in, brushing his lips against mine.

"Happy release day." he whispered, his hot breath fanning over my lips.

"Release day?" I was confused.

"Check the bed." he pulled away and I walked to our bed. Tears threatening to fall immediately.

"Are you serious? All four?" I turned to look at him and he shrugged his shoulders.

"I heard you talk about them over and over again, saying you couldn’t even decide which one to buy and then they were already sold out… well I ordered all of them in advance." I almost jumped into him "Do you like them?"

"I love them. Not as much as I love you, but yeah close second right now." I kissed him, putting all my love and happiness into it "Every girl out there wants a boyfriend like you! But only I get to have you!" I kissed his cheek and he laughed, walking us over to the bed again, where all four editions of Taylor Swifts new album were waiting for me "You are perfect." I whispered and looked at him.

"Perfect boy for a perfect girl then." he hugged me close "So, which one do you like the most?"

"All of them? I honestly can’t decide. They all look amazing… but if I had to decide? I think the Jade Green Edition… it reminds me of your eyes…"

"Funny… I would’ve chosen the Moonstone Blue Edition, for the same reason, it reminds me of your eyes…"

"I don’t know, the rear was still a little stiff, don’t you think? I mean it was way better than in practice one." I said to Pete as we looked over the data and he nodded.

"Maybe we need to change the set up a little more, but I’m not sure we can do much more, to be honest." he scratched his chin.

"Yeah, we’ll see." I grabbed my water bottle and walked out of the garage when someone tapped my shoulder.

"Oh, hi Paul." I said as and smiled.

"Lizzie. How do you like Austin so far?" he asked and walked with me outside.

"Not my first rodeo here. I tested once for Ferrari here." I said and he shook his head.

"I’m not talking about the track! I mean the city! I could show you around! Show you some really good restaurants!" he smiled at me and I tilted my head "I’m from here, you know."

"What? You’re from Austin? I had no idea!"

"Yep, born and raised, then I left for Europe to travel and stayed in Germany and started working there." he explained "But I’m still up to date with what’s going on here."

"Cool! Yeah maybe if I need some recommendations, I’ll ask you first!" I said and he nodded.

"I could take you on a little sightseeing tour?" he asked and as I wanted to say something Charles walked up to us.

"Hey, I was waiting for you." he said, ignoring Paul completely.

"Yeah, sorry, I was talking to Paul." I said and he turned a little, nodding at Paul, then turning back to me.

"Ready to leave?" he asked me then and I nodded.

"Yup. I see you tomorrow." I smiled at Paul and left.

"What?" I asked as Charles walked next to me, not saying anything, just looking grumpy.

"‘I could take you on a little sightseeing tour‘?" he imitated Paul and I rolled my eyes "Oh come on! If you tell me now that he’s just nice then you’re lying to yourself!"

"Charles…" I sighed.

"Cara mia, he asked you on a date! He is flirting!"

"He didn’t ask me for a date! He just wanted to show me around his hometown!"

"Yeah and just you… no one else from your team would get that special tour."

"Whatever."

"Okay, this is your last chance." Pete radioed.

"Copy."

One last lap. One last time fully focus. I crossed the finish line with a good feeling.

"Currently P3. Good job. We’re waiting for Charles, Max, Hamilton and Sainz."

"Valtteri?"

"P7 for now."

"Max P4. Hamilton P5. Your P3 is safe. Well done!"

"Awesome! Woohooo!"

I steered onto the pit lane, parked in the P3 spot and got out of the car, taking my helmet off after I hugged my team. After my weighing I put it down on the table when Charles drove up to me and when Carlos parked into the P1 spot my face fell for a second, but I recovered quickly, hoping no one and especially no camera captured it. I nodded to him when he passed me and he did the same. That was enough. Charles walked behind him to his team, shoulders tense. There was some trouble going on.

"Lizzie?" one of the F1 officials looked at me and gave me a microphone, pushing me towards my interview with Danica Patrick.

As soon as I was done I watched Charles interview and waited for him before we walked back to our garages.

"Did something happen with your teammate?" I asked him quietly in French and he shook his head.

"No, my last lap wasn’t good enough. And with the penalty I’ll start from P12. That sucks."

"Oh fuck! I forgot about the penalty! I’m so sorry! But hey, now I have the chance to overtake him at the start."

"Do that, but please, be careful… you and him. I don’t want a Ferrari or an Audi out of the race in lap 1." he cocked an eyebrow and I chuckled a little, when I noticed that Charles rolled his eyes, looking behind me. Paul. Waiting half way down the pit lane. Looking at me. Maybe Charles was right and he was flirting after all. I tried to pretend like I didn’t notice him and looked at Charles.

"I’ll try my best to avoid that. I promise!" I laughed and he squeezed my arm gently before he walked inside his garage and I made my way down the pit lane to my garage.

"P2 tomorrow! Good job!" Paul said when I passed him and I nodded.

"Yup. Sad for Charles tho." I said tight lipped.

"Well he’s a good enough driver to make up his positions during the race, right?" his tone a little mocking.

"He will, don’t worry." I walked a little faster and was glad when Felix approached me.

"That was a good last lap! Well done!" he hugged me and I smiled.

"Tried my best."

"P2, is a good position." he threw his arm around my shoulder and we walked inside, leaving Paul behind. I had to talk to him. But that had to wait. For now I would behave like always around him. Focus on the race ahead.

Charles POV:

I talked to Pierre, feeling the champagne seep through my fireproofs and race suit when I saw how Paul approached Lizzie. She didn’t seem to be as relaxed as she usually was around him and I wondered what had changed. Lizzie laughed about something he said, it wasn’t her usual laugh. It was more reserved, but that didn’t stop him from putting his hand on her back, like he wanted to stabilise her, as if she needed it. The way he looked at her, practically undressing her with his eyes made my blood boil. Over the last weeks he was getting way too close to her and I knew the look on his face all too well. Despite what Lizzie said, that he only was friendly and definitely not flirting, she was too naive to see it. And she definitely was too nice to tell him to fuck off. But I was getting more and more agitated by him.

"Mate, what are you staring at?" Pierre boxed my arm and I blinked, rubbing my arm glaring at him "What?"

"I hate that guy! Look at him! Look! He’s almost jumping her right there in front of everyone! He’s always all over her!" I gritted out between clenched teeth.

Pierre looked at where my eyes were still being glued to and chuckled.

"Are you jealous?" he said and I groaned.

"Are you for real? Look at him!" I said.

"I mean yeah, Lizzie is a stunning girl, of course he tries to shoot his shot… and you’re not official a couple so…" Pierre said as Lizzie and Paul disappeared into the hallway.

"About time that he finds out and learns to keep his hands away from my girl!" I spat out and stormed after them. I opened the door and entered the building, I could see Lizzie and Paul in front of me and walked faster.

"…and yeah about that, I mean, my offer still stands, I can give you a little sights-…" Paul began but I interrupted him.

"Here you are, baby. I was looking everywhere for you!" I said loudly, Lizzie and Paul flinching slightly, turning around. Three long strides and I stood next to them, grabbing Lizzie by the waist and pulling her in. Crashing my lips onto hers, kissing her fiercely, one hand still on her waist, pulling her body flush against mine, while the other hand grabbed the back of her neck, pushing her face even closer. As I let go of her she let out a ragged breath and I nipped at her bottom lip, pulling her tight to my side as I turned to Paul.

"Oh, hi! Sorry, I hope I didn’t interrupt anything?" I asked innocently, then I extended my hand, pretending to shake his "Hi, I’m Charles, I think we haven’t met yet?" I said as if I was really thinking about if I knew him or not.

"Yeah, I know who you are, we met before…" Paul stated, staring at my extended hand.

"Oh! Right! Patrick, right? Good to see you!" I said while Lizzie next to me still looked up, confused, but also slightly amused.

"Paul." he almost gritted it out and I slapped my forehead.

"Of course, Paul! Sorry mate! There are just so many of you mechanic guys! It gets quite confusing! I just wanted to say hi to my girl, and tell her that we’ll go out tonight, I reserved us a table at that barbecue restaurant. You know the one you sent me a link to! That’s perfect to celebrate my podium, no?" I kissed Lizzie again and when I pulled away I slapped her butt cheek, which made her squeak, her cheeks were turning pink "Alright, I leave you guys now to it. Baby girl, I’ll pick you up later on. Pat- no, Paul! See you around!" I clapped his shoulder and turned around, walking away, before I stopped again, turning around "Oh yeah, and before I forget it, would be cool if you could keep this to yourself, only a handful of people know about us. Thanks mate!" I grinned and walked out. Pierre waiting for me.

"Oh, I know that look… what did you do?" he asked and I shrugged my shoulders.

"Showed him who she belongs to…" I said and then I grimaced a little "Yeah okay, that sounds wrong af… cringe."

"Sounds like someone is a possessive, little shit." Pierre laughed, clapping my back.

"When it comes to her? Always!" I said and he shook his head.

"Figured that out a long time ago." he wiggled his eyebrows and walked away.

"What do you mean?" I asked him but he just waved me off "Come on, Gasly! What do you mean?"

Lizzie waited at my car, scrolling through her phone when she looked up.

"Oh baby, it’s you." she said mockingly and I grinned, opening the door for her, but she didn’t move "What? No kiss for me? Baby? Or a little slap on the butt? Are you into spanking, baby? I mean we can try if you wan-…"

"Okay, okay, okay! I got it! I was a little possessive and a little jerk… I know, okay? But I just couldn’t stand anymore how he was always looking at you! Touching you! Trying to make you laugh! I had to show him that he can take his flirt attempts and stick them far up his ass." I said and she laughed, biting her lip.

"I have to say…" she began, pushing herself off the car, leaning in, our lips almost touching, her eyes settling on my lips "It was kinda hot, how possessive you were… and that little spank?" she almost whispered, her hot breath fanning over my lips as she chuckled "Can’t say I didn’t like it…" she pulled back and got into the car, my face red and hot.. I closed her door and took a deep breath before I got in the car myself.

"You okay? You seem a little flustered?" she asked me, biting her lip and I groaned.

"You’re the worst, you know that?" I started the engine and she laughed, resting her hand on my thigh.

"Maybe… maybe not." she rubbed her palm over my jeans and the friction she created made it hard to concentrate "Seems like you’re having a little issue."

"No idea what you’re talking about…" I let out, catching my breath when her hand wandered upwards "Lizzie…"

"Charlie…" she said innocently.

"You better stop now. I would like for us to arrive at the hotel in one piece." I said through gritted teeth and she laughed again.

"Hmm… I’m perfectly fine, looks like an you problem to me."

"It turns into a you problem as soon as the door of our room is closed." I grabbed her hand before it made the deadly contact and kissed her knuckles.

"Oh? Is that a threat?" she challenged and I squeezed her hand.

"It’s a promise… baby."

Mexico was a whirlwind. I was constantly feeling like someone was following me. And it was true. The Netflix crew was following me. They filmed my arrival. Dinner with Joris, Dad, JK, Andrea and Charles. Media day. Friday and Saturday. How I FaceTimed with Mum and Liam before the race. My warm up session with JK. Everything. It felt like the only time I had for myself was when I put on my race suit or when I had to pee. Or when I specially asked them to give me some space.

"You look exhausted?" Charles asked, worry evident in his voice, when he stood next to me.

"I’m okay. I just didn’t thought it would be so much, with them following me literally everywhere. It’s a little weird." I sighed.

"It was kinda weird when I opened them the door this morning, that’s for sure." he said and I nodded.

"But I have some Netflix free moments now, so let’s enjoy it." I laughed a little and Charles smiled.

"Yeah. A whole minute of the anthem." he chuckled.

"I take every second I can get, thank you!" I whispered as the anthem began to play. I closed my eyes. Shutting everything out, only focusing on my breathing. A couple of moments just for myself.

"Alright, ready?" Dad asked when I came back from the anthem procedure.

"Yep." I nodded, taking a sip out of my bottle.

"Good luck out there, Lizzie." he side hugged me and gave me a kiss on the head.

"Thanks Pops." I smiled at him and together with JK and the Netflix crew I went to the grid, getting ready for the race. When I was strapped in and checked everything I signalled the all clear to Matt and he nodded. Formation lap and then I took one last deep breath.

Lights out and I pushed the throttle as fast and hard as I could. I steered around George in front of me, making one position up. As we turned into the first corner I braked later then Lando and overtook him as well. I saw the battle between Max and Charles in front, Carlos almost next to me. He fought me off as good as he could and our battle gave George the opportunity to overtake us both. I felt a slight bump and my car was swerving to the left.

"We touched." I radioed.

"No damage."

"Good."

The first 9 laps were a constant battle between George, Carlos and I. Always in each others DRS range, switching positions over and over. The battle ahead of us between Charles and Max looked the same. I managed to stay ahead of Carlos and George for the next lap, getting over a second between us.

"1.1 to George. Keep pushing."

"How far ahead is Max?"

"2.3. Charles 2.4."

"Alright."

I pushed as hard as possible, breaking later than ever before to close the gap to Max, right as I drove out of turn 6 I saw Charles and Max going wheel to wheel with Charles having the upper hand, I inwardly cheered a little, when out of the blue Charles car was spinning out of control, from that moment on everything seemed to go in slow motion, his car going hard over a kerb and the rear got lifted high up in the air, flipping the whole car in the process, as fast as the car was up in the air, it already was down, flipping over and over, thrashing over the grovel until it came, upside down, to an abrupt halt in the wall. That was when my heart skipped a beat. Everything going at a normal pace again. Charles car a red mess in the wall, debris flying around, a dust cloud around the accident site, where I breezed past. Looking over at Charles. I couldn’t see him, too much dust, the car being upside down, hanging partly in the wall. I saw the yellow flags being waved. And wondered why just yellow.

I drove straight to our garage, unbuckled my seatbelt, took out the steering wheel and leapt out of the car, on the screens all over the garage I saw replays of the crash, how Charles car flipped over and came to a halt in the wall.

"Did he say something now?" I asked Matt who only shook his head.

"I’m sorry Lizzie, but no. His engineer and Fred tried to reach him, but no response." he answered and I felt my heart clench. I took my helmet off and threw it on a table, then I grabbed the headset Matt handed me and watched the drama unfold in front of my eyes.

The crane turning the red car over carefully, setting it down, the marshals and medic team jumping in and working on Charles, who didn’t seem to move. I felt a hand on my shoulder and flinched.

"Lizzie, hey. It’s just me." Dad said and pulled me in his arms.

"Why isn’t he moving? And why didn’t he respond?" I whispered and he gently stroked my back.

"Let’s wait until he’s out of the car, okay?" he said and I nodded looking back on the screen, watching as an ambulance drove next to the the crash site. The marshals putting up a barrier out of sheets and I gulped. It was never a good sign when they won’t show what’s going on. I felt tears stinging my eyes. My breathing got shallow. I couldn’t lose him. Not after we finally found our way together. Not after the last months. No, I couldn’t lose him. Dad talked to me but I only heard it ringing in my ears.

"Can’t breathe." I choked out and Dad immediately jumped into action, pushing me down on a chair, JK next to me rubbing circles on my back, trying to soothe me. Julie standing on my other side with a bottle of water, waiting for Dad to come back with my inhalator. As he kneeled down in front of me, shaking it and shoving it into my mouth I tried to inhale but nothing happened. It was empty. I forgot to exchange it this morning.

"Fuck! Lizzie were is the spare one? Lizzie?! Come on! Where is it?" Dad asked and I tried to talk but couldn’t.

My lungs deflating, panic took over. The ringing in my ears got louder, my sight grew dim. Out of nowhere Andrea jumped next to Dad, handing him the inhalator Charles always kept in his backpack, and he shoved it right into my mouth and pushed the button down. I took a deep breath and felt how my lungs unfolded again. I closed my eyes for a second, but before Dad could push the button a second time I jumped up and walked over to the next screen, Charles on a stretcher, lifeless, one medic saying something to the other who checked Charles’ pulse. Then he shook his head. And my whole world began to crumble. Darkness surrounded me. Charles was gone. Dead. And right as I collapsed, the camera panned onto me, broadcasting my break down for the whole world to see.

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Chapter 27 - as a little New Years gift the new chapter a little earlier! Well… that just happened 🙈 but, what happens next?

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An Unexpected Surprise ☆—

Here have a Littlest Hughes thought that has been bouncing around in the back of my brain for the past two days :)

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As I've stated before Honey and Quinn had a shotgun wedding when they learned about their unexpected pregnancy.

Now picture this, Honey knows something is off with her body, she just has this gut instinct that something isn't right so she takes a test secretly. The moment the positive sign appears on the little plastic stick her heart is in the pit of her stomach, so many things bouncing around in her head.

They live in a small apartment, where's the baby gonna play? She now needs to look into the Canadian maternity leave policy. What about Quinn and roadies, she's barely got any support without him, how is she gonna do it alone? Are they even ready for this responsibility? She knows Quinn wanted to be a younger dad, but was he willing to do it this early? She's just standing in their bathroom absolutely spiralling.

Quinn hears the gasp that leaves her mouth as she stands quietly in their shared bathroom. Brows furrowed he makes his way into the bathroom to see her frozen in shock with a positive test in her hands, he reaches forward to gently take it from her, his face stuck in a state of worry as he places it back down on the bathroom counter and leaves without saying a word.

Tears start to form in Honey's eyes as Quinn exits the bathroom wordlessly, an unreadable look on his face as he just walks out. So she's stuck there contemplating everything, but unwilling to chase after him, knowing he might need a moment to collect himself. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she re-read the box to ensure she did everything correctly, to make sure it wasn't just a false positive.

Quinn walked back in silently again, but this time he looks a bit more emotional, his hand finding hers and making him look at her. "Sorry, I just needed to grab something," he whispers as she collapses right into his chest, her hands desperately gripping his shirt as he holds her for a second.

"I need to give you something," he mumbled into the crown of her head as she pulled away from him, mascara all over her face as her hands flatten out his shirt that she wrinkled, in his hands was his great-grandmother's engagement ring, an oval-shaped emerald sat on the gold band as he got down on his knee. "Please don't propose to me just cause I'm pregnant," she whispered helplessly as her fingers ran through his messy hair. "I'm not I promise, I had this big elaborate plan put together, our parents would be there, our brothers, it was nice," he shrugged, "but I saw the test, and just felt like I couldn't wait another second without it on your finger, cause we are us, Quinn and Honey, and we are meant to be. You are my forever, and now the mother of my baby, so I just think the world would feel wrong if I waited another minute with this thing just sitting in my hockey bag," he said it like a confession, a shy smile of his face as she wiped her tears.

"Please stand up so I can kiss you, and you can put the ring on me" she mumbled, her hands squeezing his shoulder. "You have to say yes first Hun," a smirk danced on his lips as she rolled her eyes. "Of course, it's a yes," she said sweetly as he slipped the ring onto her finger, standing up and crashing his lips into hers, a hand guiding her face to his as her hands wrapped around his neck.

She pulled away momentarily, "I love you" she mumbled against him, a sickly sweet smile on her face as his face dipped down to kiss her jaw, neck, and then collarbone before pulling away to finally look her in the eyes, "we're getting married," she said, kissing his cheek. "We are gonna be parents" he grinned as his hand on her hip slid to touch her stomach.

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about you

george daniel + stepdaughter!reader + charli xcx

warnings: mentions of absent father, weddings lmao, bit of crying, love

a/n: the one you’ve been waiting for. read part 1 if you haven’t already :)

PART 1 (I POSTED THIS IN DEC?! IM SRY)

You Mum and George have been in a whirl of romance these past few weeks. Constantly giggling, smiling, and kissing each other. They were all in. Especially with their new free time with both their tours being over, they both had all the time in the world to live in the newly-fianced bliss and do whatever the hell they wanted. You always made jokes about them since they started dating. Even in the very early days when your hesitancy towards George was still at its peak, you said how you knew they were gonna get married one day. You felt it. And now you’re here. They wanted to get married ASAP. A part of them wanted to go to some courthouse that day and just do it then and there while another part of them wanted an actual wedding with all the bells and whistles. They opted for a nice medium. It went without saying that they wanted you to have a part in the ceremony. You knew that, but you weren't sure what they had in mind. So when you heard the footsteps, whispers, and giggles coming from the pair as they walked up the stairs and to the door of your room, you knew they were up to something, but weren't entirely sure.

You knew they were right outside, but waited till they knocked. Secretly laughing at the hushed whispers and laughs they were letting out. Finally, they both knocked.

“Yes?” You asked.

“It’s Mum and George.” She said. “Can we come in?”

“I’ll allow it.” You said. You knew George rolled his eyes at the phrase.

Once inside your room they slowly made their way to the foot of your bed together, hand in hand, never taking their eyes off of you. They looked like two little kids getting ready to ask their parents for a sleepover. They were filled with anticipation, trying to hide it with smiles. They sat down together and stayed there for a minute. Just smiling at you like two goofy little kids.

You looked at them with confusion. “Can I…help you both?”

“We have some news…”

You sat up. “Are you dying?”

“No.”

Oh shit.

“Are you pregnant?!”

“God, no!” They both said in unison.

You smiled and gave in. “What is it?”

Your mom took a deep breath and George pulled out a small box with a necklace inside that you didn't even realize he was hiding behind him. Your initial was sandwiched between a G and C on the chain. “Maid of honor?” She asked, timidly.

You laid back on your pillows.“I would’ve gotten offended if you didn’t ask.”

They both smiled.

…

You weren't entirely sure how they were gonna plan a wedding by themselves in just 4 months, but to your surprise they did!

All eyes were on you when you walked down the aisle. With you being Maid of Honor and Matty being George’s best man, you both walked down arm in arm together. All eyes were on you both as you walked down. Your mom wanted you to pick out a dress you liked. It was perfect. Very pretty, very mature. You looked like a very prim and proper young woman. So much so that George cried and couldn't take his eyes off you the entire walk down.

You started to walk back up the aisle, turning back towards the group with hesitancy. “Go on,” George whispered. You smiled and went to get your mother.

It was a simple gesture that spoke a million words - giving your mother away at her wedding. Charli brought the idea up and you immediately said yes. Once at the beginning of your trek, you opened the large doors to reveal your mother. She was a vision in white. You gave her your arm she took it. You could tell she full full of emotion, and so was George, but you tried to remain cool and collected the entire day. Even though a very large part of you wanted to jump up and down and tell them to say I do already. You shot her a look and whispered, “You alright?” She took a deep breath and set her sights on the man you were leading her to. “More than alright.” You both smiled at each other.

“Let’s go get your mamma hitched.”

You two walked arm in arm, meeting George at the end of the walk. Once your mom was in position, George went to hug you but you jokingly gave him the ‘I got my eyes on you’ fingers which made him and everyone around you laugh. You gave in though, giving him a huge hug.

You stood right next to your Mom, but George was right in your line of sight. You could only look at him the whole time. This is finally happening. He was going to be your family - your father - and it was about fucking time. The three of you had always been a family. Each one functions differently but they are all special, but you liked to think yours was extra special. The truth was that for a while you couldn't stop thinking about your dad. Your real dad, that is. It had always been a lingering voice in the back of your head, but the more the wedding got closer and closer, the more that voice got louder. He left when you were pretty young. Old enough to remember but young enough to not understand why exactly he left and did the things he did. Even now most of it was still a blur. You don't know much about him except that he is out there, somewhere, relatively close. And it makes your blood boil that he could reach out and contact you but he hasn't, and it's been nearly a decade. Your mom doesn't live an exactly private life, but that’s not what bothers you. It’s the fact that your biological father has a decent seat in your life from the online world and could know what you’re up to, but he doesn't care. Never called, texted, or emailed, not even a letter. But now, at this moment, that same voice that became so loud for such a long time became completely quiet. Not making a peep. And it was because of George.

…

“Now for the vows.”

Your mom read you at least 20 different drafts of her vows. You practically knew it word for word because she tested it out so many times. George however was a different story. You had no clue what he was going to prepare.

Your mom finished up her vows. “I love our family. It’s different, but it’s ours. I love our home and the fact that it doesn't feel the same unless you're there. I love the way you treat my daughter and the fact that you show her how a father should be. I love how you constantly continue to read my mind and make me feel whole. No one knows me as well as you Mr. Daniel.”

Once she ended her vows it was George’s turn. You had no idea what he had planned. A part of you was expecting something classic, while the other part of you expected a big joke or a Shakespeare sonnet or a dance break or something else fucking ridiculous. Whatever it was though, you knew your mom would love it.

We went to a classic list of “I love you”’s, something that would make your mom swoon 100 times over. “I love you. I love everything about you. Your smile, your laugh, I love your daughter as if she were my own.” Damn. “I love the way you talk, act, speak, sing, cook, dream, live. I love you.”

And she was in tears.

…

The reception wasn’t your typical rendezvous. If anything it felt like a nightclub or some kind of afterparty. No speeches, no ceremony, no cheesiness, just music, dancing, and an open bar. You sat at a table with some of the friends you had joined you. It seemed as if your mom never stopped dancing since she walked into the room. Meanwhile, George and all of his and your mom’s friends take turns being the DJ. Eventually, during Matty’s turn, he announced a slow song, and you noticed George whisper something into your mum's ear. Your eyebrows twitched in confusion, but before you could register what was happening your mom nodded and George walked over to you. He smiled and reached out his hand.

“May I have this dance?”

All your friends swooned and you wanted to laugh and throw up.

You took his hand and headed to the floor. Everyone continued what they were doing but a small group that consisted of your mom and your parent’s closest friends gathered around a table and watched as the pair of you. Matty and your Mum made faces but you just flipped them off and laughed as you took George’s hand on the floor.

The music played and he guided you through it all. Eventually, he noticed you zoning out, too lost in your thoughts. He’s noticed it a lot lately but never had the chance to talk to you about it. Maybe now wasn’t the best time but he wanted to make sure you were okay.

“You doing alright?”

You shot up, immediately back to your chipper self. (or at least the front you’ve been using for a while.)

“Mhm! Fine.” You smiled at him - one that he could see right through.

He moved one hand from your back to your face, his own becoming evident with concern. “What’s going on?”

You bit your lip and shook your head. “I can’t cry. People are watching.” You said, voice breaking, and buried your face in his chest.

“Oh, darling,” George said. For a second he thought something was seriously wrong, but he knew you (almost as well as your mom) and knew there was something different going on. He kissed your head and whispered to you. “What’s going on?”

You looked up, teary-eyed. “They’re happy tears. I promise.” You both chuckled.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.” He said,

You couldn’t look at him, but you also didn’t want to look at the small group surrounding your mother either so your options were very limited. After a moment you looked at him. Facing him and telling him the words he’d been wanting to hear for what felt like ages. “I just wish you were my dad.” To you, you didn’t want to scare him. You didn’t want to push him away for fear that he may never come back, so you kept all these feelings inside, not realizing he’s been wanting to hear those words for a very very long time.

He didn’t say anything at first, just smiled. Your face fell back into his chest and prayed to whatever the hell was up there that you didn’t ruin everything. “But I am your dad.”

You tilted your head while it was still on your dad's chest and saw your mom. She winked at you. You turned back and sighed. You finally had your family.

#x daughter!reader #george daniel x daughter!reader #george daniel x you #george daniel x reader #george daniel #charli xcx #the 1975

[guilty-pleasures21]

The health checkup

Patient!Miguel x Doctor!Reader ?! I'm just crazy for shy Miguel, okay?! 😍

Warnings: manipulation for sex and explicit descriptions of sex including fingering (m receiving), blowjob (m receiving) and penetration (p in v).

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     “Dr O’Hara?” Miguel looked up at the sound of his name and the nurse gestured for him to head to the examination room. “The doctor is ready to see you now.” Miguel strode over to the door and knocked on it before entering. It was just his yearly checkup with his usual doctor - the older man he’d been seeing for years. But the doctor sitting in the chair when he walked in was neither old nor a man. 

     “Doctor O’Hara?” the unfamiliar doctor inquired, looking up from her computer to flash him a warm smile as she did so. She was really pretty: tumbling curls, almond-shaped eyes, rosy lips. Miguel cleared his throat suddenly, realising he’d been staring. 

     “Uh, it’s academic,” he elaborated, lowering his gaze as he took the empty seat beside her desk. “But … you’re not Dr Jefferson.” 

     “Good observation, Dr O’Hara,” the young doctor teased him. “Looks like your eyesight is all on point. Now let’s check your blood pressure.” He held his arm out so she could strap the monitor around it. Then she pressed the ‘start’ button before turning her attention back to him. 

     “I’m X, by the way,” she introduced herself finally. “I don’t know if Dr Jefferson told you before, but he’ll be retiring soon, so we’re starting to transfer his patients to other doctors.” 

     Right. Dr Jefferson had told him that, when Miguel had come in for a nasty cough a while back. But did that mean that this new, unnecessarily cute little doctor was going to be his regular from now on? “Oh, yeah. I’m Miguel.” 

     “Nice to meet you, Miguel.” She flashed him that pretty little smile again, then removed the monitor before pulling out her penlight. “So, Miguel, what are you a doctor in?” 

     He flinched a little as she shone the pen into his eyes, but she finished rather quickly before moving on to his ears. “Uh, genetics.” 

     “Ooh, fancy!” She sat back down in front of him and took hold of his chin and he opened his jaw to allow her a glimpse of the back of his throat. “I was thinking of specialising in that at one point.” She placed her penlight back into her pocket, then turned around to prepare the syringe and tube for taking a sample of his blood. 

     “But?” Miguel asked, the nervous fluttering of his stomach getting drowned out by his curiosity now. She shrugged, then turned back to him to clean the inside of his elbow.

     “I dunno. I quite liked looking after patients.” She tied a band around his upper arm, then tapped on his skin to find the vessel. “So I thought I’d stick to it.” Miguel felt a slight pinch as she stuck the needle in, but he kept his gaze fixed on her as she drew his blood. 

     “How old are you?” he inquired, his eyes narrowing in thought. She seemed pretty young to be working on her own already. Not that it made him doubt her abilities in any way! It just made him think that maybe she was really smart - another one of the boxes on his checklist ticked off. Not that he’d been counting or anything. Then, realising that the question might come across as offensive, he quickly added “if you don’t mind me asking!” 

     X removed the syringe and set the tube of blood down on the sampling tray. “Twenty-seven.” 

     His eyes widened in surprise: she was four years younger than him! He didn’t think doctors could start practising on their own until they were at least thirty or something. “Wow, that’s … pretty impressive.”

     X turned back around to face him and shot him a little wink that had his stomach flipping over. 

     “I’m a fast learner,” she joked. She reached into a drawer and took out a small tube, then she stood up and started pulling on some gloves. “Could you get on the bed, Miguel? I’ll be conducting your prostate exam now. It should only take a minute or two.” 

     Miguel felt his entire body heat up at her request - he’d completely forgotten about that part of the checkup! But how the hell was he supposed to let this pretty little doctor stick her fingers up his ass?! “Uh, right.” 

     Miguel walked over to the bed and started undoing his belt and zip, making sure to keep himself turned away from her. Dios, this was so awkward! Or maybe he was just making it awkward? She was a doctor, after all: she’d probably done this a hundred other times, with a hundred other men. He dropped his pants and underwear and climbed up onto the bed, waiting as she coated her fingers with the lube she’d taken out. 

     “I love it when a man knows how to listen,” X joked, placing her hands on his cheeks. Joder. How could she say that? How could she tease him like that when her slender fingers were gliding all over his skin and gently prodding around in his ass? F*ck. “Are you sexually active?” 

     “Uh, yes. But not recently!” Coño, why did he say that? And so quickly too, like he wanted her to know he was available or something? Available for what?! “I’ve just … been a little busy with work lately.” 

     “Hmm.” He was really cute, the way he kept shifting around and clearing his throat and sneaking nervous glances at her. And so hot too, with his dark hair and his sculpted features and his perfectly crafted physique. Shit. She was so glad Dr Jefferson had decided to retire. “What kind of work do you do?” 

     “Just research,” Miguel responded vaguely, too distracted by the feeling of her long fingers brushing against him to focus on anything else. Finally, she pulled away from him and he couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. Bien, it was over. Now he could leave and request to be transferred to a different doctor - someone older and meaner who wouldn’t make him start getting hard every time they so much as smiled at him. Mierda, he was such an idiot. 

     “Feels good!” X informed him, taking a step back so he could push himself up off the bed. “Should we do a fertility check now?” 

     A what? Dr Jefferson had never suggested such a thing before. Miguel twisted his head back to look at her before posing the question. “A what?” 

     “A fertility check,” she repeated, already feeling her underwear starting to get damp at the thought of his cock. “Don’t tell me Dr Jefferson never did one for you.” 

     She said it so casually, like it was a normal part of the examination that he’d maybe missed out on. So maybe Dr Jefferson had just forgotten about it? 

     “Um, no.” He pulled his underwear back up over his waist and then turned around to face her. “What does it involve?” He glanced up at her briefly and felt the blood begin to redirect itself to his cock at the mischievous glint in her eyes. But it was a ‘fertility’ check - what else was he supposed to think it would involve?

     “Well, first,” X began, taking a slow step towards him. “I’m going to want to make sure that your testicles are all in order: no abnormal lumps or anything like that. Then I’m going to need a sample of your sperm.”

     She placed her hands on the bed - in the space between his legs, right in front of his rapidly hardening cock - and tilted her head as she gave him a challenging smirk. “Are you up for that, Dr O’Hara?” 

     He swallowed hard and shifted in position as he thought about it - as he tried to think about it, all his thoughts currently focused on if she tasted as sweet as she smelled. But coño, she was his p*nche doctor, for f*ck’s sake! How disrespectful of him to be having such thoughts about her! “Uh, if … if you think it’s necessary.”

     Shit, he was so cute! How could someone so hot be so nervous?! She straightened and tried not to let her lips stretch too wide as she lowered her gaze to his crotch. “Pants off, please.” 

     Miguel glanced away from her and cleared his throat as he slid his underwear back down. His eyes flickered back up to her when she didn’t do anything, and he felt his cock twitch when he saw the way she bit her lip at the sight of him. F*ck. 

     Wow. He was hard? Already? For her? X looked up to find him already looking at her, and he dropped his gaze quickly when their eyes met. She grinned and got down on her knees to pull his pants off entirely. 

     She was … a little enthusiastic in the way she ripped his pants off. But maybe she just wanted to get it over with? She was probably busy, after all, with a whole list of patients to get through today. And that was the last rational thought he could remember having, because then her hands were on his balls, her fingers stroking and kneading him so carefully, so gently. Miguel sucked in a breath and gripped onto the edges of the bed at the sensation and she looked up at him in question. 

     “Everything all right, doctor?” she asked, a hint of teasing in her voice as she said it. F*ck, this was so embarrassing! How could he be getting hard for his doctor while she was just trying to conduct a routine exam? Miguel didn’t trust himself to keep his voice steady if he spoke, so he settled for just nodding instead. X grinned and turned her attention back to his cock, the tip already red and swollen for her. 

     “Miguel …” she began slowly, licking her lips at the sight of his engorged cock - he was so big, she couldn’t even wrap her fingers all the way around him! Shit, he was hot! “Do you think I could … use my hands? Without the gloves, I mean. I could … get a better feel of things …” 

     She fluttered her eyelashes up at him pleadingly and f*ck, how could he resist her when she was looking up at him like that, her dark eyes all wide and pretty? He nodded again and she took off her gloves before returning her hands back to his cock. 

     Coño, it felt even better; having her smooth skin running over his cock and brushing along his length so delicately. She circled his slit with her thumb while she moved her other hand back to his balls and he had to bite down on his tongue to stop a groan from escaping his throat. 

     She wished he wasn’t so shy - she wanted to hear the satisfied groans and moans fall from his lips as she played with him. He just had such a nice voice, so deep and so gentle, and she’d have loved to hear him vocalise the pleasure he was deriving from having her hands all over him. Maybe she should try something else? 

     “Miguel,” X called to him, her gaze fixed on his cock as she stroked and squeezed him gently. “I’m … running out of lubricant. Do you mind if I …” 

     She looked up at him and licked her lips and he felt his heart start thudding in his chest at the hungry look in her eyes. ¡P*ta madre! How was it even possible for her to get any prettier?! Sitting there in between his legs, her delicate hands pumping his cock slowly, the tip just inches from her mouth. He knew exactly what she was asking him without her even having to finish the sentence. Miguel found himself nodding in agreement and X’s features lit up with delight. 

     She leaned forward and gave his tip a kitten lick - so light he barely felt it. Then she dragged her tongue harder against his slit and his entire body shuddered at the feeling. She snickered at his response, then swirled her tongue around his length, her head moving forward slowly so she could pull him into her mouth. And then he was inside of her, her mouth warm and wet around his cock, her tongue trailing along his length as she bobbed her head up and down. 

     “F*ck!” Miguel exclaimed, digging his fingers into the bed. X chuckled at his response, then pulled him deep into her mouth before giving a satisfied moan. Miguel shivered again as the vibrations of her voice danced along his length and then he let out a low groan. Coño, he wished he could reach out and grab her head, hold her in position while he f*cked that pretty little mouth of hers. Mierda, she felt good. 

     Holy shit! Holy shit, he sounded so good! And he felt amazing too, sitting there so obediently while she licked and sucked on his dick. She dragged her fingernails along his thighs and let out another moan before pushing her head forward, taking him all the way into her mouth and then swallowing around him. 

     “F**********ck!” Miguel’s head fell back in pleasure and he bit his lip as his cock began throbbing inside her mouth. Then she pulled her head back, dragging him out of her mouth before she sat back to look up at him. 

     “Miguel.” She swallowed hard at the sight of him, his chest heaving with shallow breaths, his eyes glazed over with lust, and her stomach flipped. “I don’t … want to get anything on my clothes. Are you all right if I take them off? Just until I get the sample!” 

     She gave him an innocent look, blinking her curly lashes up at him as she waited for his response. But f*ck, he could see the mischief hovering on the edges of her expression, her rosy lips curling at the ends as she let her fingers go back to stroking and fisting his cock. Did he really feel that good? So good that she refused to let any part of her body lose contact with his? Or was she just trying to be a good doctor and get him to come so she could get a sample of his sperm? She ran her tongue across her lips, licking up the prec*m smeared all over them, and he felt his cock give another twitch at the sight. X grinned, delighted, and Miguel guessed that he must have nodded his head without even realising it. Because then she was standing in front of him, her pretty little body completely bare before him so that he could trail his eyes over her tanned skin and her perky tits and her perfectly curved waist. “Mierda.” 

     His cock jerked at the sight of her naked and X giggled before climbing up onto the bed and straddling him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned forward, bringing her mouth close to his. 

     “I’m still going to need that sample, Dr O’Hara,” she informed him, her voice low and seductive as she spoke. She tilted her head and he followed the movement, his lips chasing hers instinctively. She grinned at the dazed look on his face and pressed her lips to his gently, brushing them against his as she spoke. “Are you going to give it to me? Are you gonna … Are you gonna come for me, Miguel? Or am I gonna have to make you?” 

     He slid his hands along her sides as they kissed, groaning at the feeling of her tongue tangling with his - mierda, she tasted sweet - then he lowered his hands to her ass and dug his fingers into her soft flesh before tugging her even closer to him. “F*ck, you’re so soft. And so f*cking pretty.” 

     X chuckled against his lips as she continued to move her mouth against his, her hands sliding into his hair to tangle in the strands. “Prettier than Dr Jefferson?” 

     Miguel didn’t respond, choosing instead to move his hands around to her breasts as he continued to lick into her mouth. X gasped as he began to knead her breasts gently, then she felt her p*ssy start to leak again as he circled her nipples with his thumbs. 

     “Mmm, Miguel,” she squeaked into his mouth, her body beginning to contract as he stimulated her. She sank against his chest and he nipped at her lower lip before wrapping his arms around her waist and moving his lips to her neck. Her head fell back as he grazed his teeth along her throat, and she let out a whimper when he nibbled on her collarbone before kissing and licking his way back up to her jaw. “Miguel, do you … Do you want to take your shirt off? You seem … You seem to be running a little hot, Dr O’Hara.”  

     “Mmm,” Miguel moaned against her skin as he glided his hands up her back. He was too focused on how soft she felt in his arms to pay attention to what she was saying. “Hmm? Yeah, whatever.” 

     X let her hands drift down to the hem of his shirt as he continued to press open-mouth kisses to her neck and shoulder, then she pulled his shirt off. 

     “Shit,” she groaned, licking her lips at the sight of his broad chest and hard abdomen. She ran her hands along his glistening skin, appreciating the defined ridges of his muscles, then wrapped herself around him so that her breasts were pressing into his chest. “Mmm, Miguel.” 

     She started kissing him again, rolling her hips against his and delighting in how warm he felt against her, his bare skin sliding against her own. He gripped onto her ass and she giggled as he started moving her harder against him, her soaked p*ssy rubbing against his stiff cock. 

     “Miguel,” X began again, moving her lips to his neck so she could lick the sweat off of his skin. Shit, he tasted good. “Aren’t you gonna come for me, doctor? Aren’t you …” She let out another soft moan and Miguel squeezed her ass again in response. 

     “You want me to come for you?” he asked, slipping his hand in between their bodies to try to find his cock. “You want me to come for you, princesa? I’ll come for you, just … just let me …” He fumbled with his cock, trying to guide it into her hole as she continued to lick and nibble on his neck. Mierda, how was she so wet already? How could she be so aroused by him when he hadn’t even done anything - just sat there and listened to what she’d said? Was she just that attracted to him? Joder, that was hot. 

     “Mmm, you need some help, Miguel?” X asked, grinning when she felt him trying to slide himself into her. “You need to feel my p*ssy squeezing around this deliciously huge cock of yours before you let me get a taste of your c*m?” 

     “Miguel!” she whimpered, her lips twisting into a sweet little pout that had him growling and thrusting himself into her insistently. 

     “F************ck!” Miguel groaned, his head falling back in pleasure at her dirty words. How could she say that? How could his pretty little doctor just sit there and suck on his dick? And then climb up on top of him and tease him with her tight little body? F*ck, she was hot. X leaned forward and nipped at his jaw and he sighed at the feeling before returning his gaze to hers. She continued to fix him with that naughty grin as she curled her fingers around his cock and started sliding him into her.

He dug his fingers into her waist and kept his eyes locked on her face as she wriggled her hips, taking him deeper and deeper into her body. And then he was balls deep inside of her, her warm and wet p*ssy throbbing around his cock pleadingly, and he didn’t think he’d ever felt so good in his life. She reached up to brush her fingers along his cheek, and he clenched his jaw as her body contracted around him. 

     “Yes?” he asked her, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he kept them trained on her face. “Yes, doctor?” Carajo, she felt good, so soft and so f*cking tight around his dick. She gripped onto his shoulders as her body contorted with another contraction and he bit down on her shoulder as his abdomen began to tighten. X slid her fingers into his hair and continued whining and moaning as he kept pumping his cock in and out of her p*ssy. It drove him crazy, the little sounds she kept making, and it wasn’t long until he was coming inside of her, his warm and sticky c*m shooting into her cervix and painting her walls white. She shuddered at the feeling of him filling her up, and then she was coming too, her tight little p*ssy squeezing around his dick and milking him for all he was worth. He kept his arms around her and held her against him until she was done, then she straightened. 

     “Mmm, your flow rate seems good, Dr O’Hara,” she told him, smiling against his mouth as he pressed soft kisses to her lips. She slid her tongue into his mouth and swirled it around before pulling back and getting up off of him. Miguel shifted in position as she began picking her clothes off the floor, his body heating up in embarrassment at the sight of the c*m soaking his thighs. 

     “Uh, don’t you … don’t you need to take a sample?” he asked her, staunchly refusing to meet her gaze. X turned back to him and grinned when she saw him getting all shy again. She bent over and took hold of his cock, bringing her mouth centimetres away from it as she looked up at him. Then she parted her lips and dragged her tongue along his length before closing her mouth around him and licking him up. Miguel sucked in a breath and gripped onto the edge of the bed as she let out a satisfied moan. Finally, she released him with a wet ‘pop’ and stood up again, flashing him a naughty grin.

     “Tastes healthy,” she informed him, sliding her hand up his chest. She leaned forward to kiss him again, spreading the salty taste of him over to his mouth, then she nipped at his lower lip before pulling away from him. “That will be all for today, Dr O’Hara. Don’t forget to make a follow-up appointment with the nurse on the way out - we still have to discuss the results of your blood test.” 

     “Uh, right.” He swallowed hard at the thought of seeing her again; of having to come in and act like nothing had ever happened - like they hadn’t just had sex on her examination bed! But … he did want to see her again. Just … not like this. Miguel slipped his shirt and underwear back on, then fiddled with his belt before pulling his pants back up over his legs. “You know, I could … If you gave me your number, we could … we could always discuss my results over dinner … or something …” 

     He glanced at her from beneath his eyelashes and bit his lip as he waited for her response. Her heart fluttered in her chest at the sight of him nervous before her - at him asking her out! - then she turned back to her desk and grabbed a piece of paper to scrawl her number on it. She swivelled back around to pass him the paper, but pulled her hand away before he could take it. 

     “Or,” she suggested instead, her mind working quickly to come up with a retort, “how about we discuss your results at that follow-up appointment, and then talk about something else at dinner?”

     She held the piece of paper out to him and his lips curled at the corners as he took it from her. “I’d like that, X.” 

     X’s smile stretched even wider at his response and she adjusted her shirt before heading back to her desk. “I’ll see you soon, Miguel!” 

     Before the week was up, if he had anything to say about it. He grinned and gave her a little salute before making his way to the door. “I’ll see you soon, Dr X.”

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[ewanmitchelll]

Imagine Taylor Swift’s songs (IX): Lover.

Imagine this is your first Christmas next to Aemond Targaryen… as your husband.

Warnings: cliche, light reading, lots of fluff.

Warnings 2: don’t mind me being late…

***

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January. And this is our place, we make the rules. And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear. Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?

Aemond watches as you are humming happily, preparing the tree with your typical optimistic eyes. You are dressing his large shirt and your black pants, y/c hair tied in a bun.

Couldn’t you be more adorable?

“Honey, give me that box written “Christmas Decorations”, please. There is the small lights I must put around it”, he can tell by your voice you are anxious.

This is your first Christmas together since you’ve married about nine months ago and the Targaryens are coming to the dinner you are hosting. Although he doesn’t care about all of these traditions, you do, so he is there with you.

“Just a second, love”, he quits admiring you for now and goes instantly to help you.

Once he does, you are quick in placing the lights around the tree and to close all you put a star on top.

“That is absolutely stunning”, he surprises you by throwing you over his shoulders, earning him a squeak. “My darling, they do not deserve any effort of you.”

As you are put down, you giggle like a little girl. Being taller than you, you have to tiptoe to kiss him.

“How unkind of you to say so, husband dear. They have all been so nice to me… It’s only worth the effort.” You squeeze his cheeks. “But what do you think? Please be honest.”

Aemond sighs heavily, hands resting on your waist.

“It’s perfect, my love. When haven’t you ever done anything perfectly?” He fusses you with kisses, making you giggle again.

“I need that crude honesty you use at your family dinners, honey.”

He laughs quietly.

“My sharp tongue is a trait only used to them, dear. But it’s really good. Besides… Come here”, he leads you to the window, placing himself behind you. “It’s snowing.”

And here comes the expected reaction of the year: when you beam overjoyed because snow falls from sky. When you fill his expectations, he twirls you around him and puts you against him.

“Are you really my wife?”

“Are you really my husband?”, you smile warmly at him, eyes sparkling with the purest devotion. “You still didn’t answer me, young man.”

Aemond pretends to roll his eyes at you before looking down at your eyes, rocking you in his arms.

“If it was up to me, this Christmas would last until January.”

“It’s our place, we make the rules”, you smile brightly at him.

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home. You're my, my, my, my lover.

His heart skips a beat at how your face lightens at his words. Aemond sighs quietly and you drown in his eyes, loving this man with every inch of your heart and soul.

“It’s you and me”, you promise him. “No one is going to ruin it.”

Aemond doesn’t respond, but he believes in you, faithful he’s become after becoming devoted in you.

“As it should”, he takes you for a silent waltz and you rest your forehead against his chest, feeling so bubbly and sillily happy when it comes to him, to you, to both of you as a whole.

***

It’s December 24th. The supper is meant to be midnight punctually, when it transits to December 25th.

Aemond is sat lazily at the edge of his bed, not very excited for the holidays. But his eyes are following your eager moves, admiring you possessively as you opt for a silk green gown, 50’s like, and comb your y/c locks.

“Aren’t you getting ready? Your mother is punctual”, he can tell you are nervous.

Partially half nude, he comes at you and, right in front of the mirror, he pulls you.

“Don’t rush me, darling. They can wait”, so Aemond says, peppering kisses around your neck, aware of your weak spots.

“Honey…”, you smirk, your knees already shaking. “We can’t. Not now, anyways. Besides…”, you turn at him with the kind of malice in your eyes that Aemond loves to see, “if you behave well tonight there’ll be no need to get early tomorrow.”

Aemond laughs quietly, before stroking your cheek.

“Have I corrupted my angel? Oh my, what have I done?”

You wrap your hands around his neck, tilting your head to the side, eyeing him with the utmost love.

“Oh don’t play coy at me, Aemond Targaryen. You are the only one here to blame for messing with my hormones, all right? Now go get your ass dressed!”

Laughing still, he reluctantly parts, letting go of you… for the moment.

***

The ring bells. Helaena is the first to break the awkward silence that has installed in the family after mother and father broke in an argument.

“I’m pretty sure this will be a lovely reunion. Y/N is very perfectionist when it comes to decorating.”

“I’m sure she is”, Alicent agrees. “She’s a lovely girl.”

“Too lovely for Aemond”, says Aegon, the opinionated.

“Don’t get me started with this nonsense, Aegon”, says Alicent, buffing. “Behave. She’s family.”

Before Aegon has the chance to argue, Daeron is the one who promptly presses the ring bell. The door doesn’t take long to open and soon comes before everyone’s view you and the ever socially awkward Aemond Targaryen.

“My darling!”, Alicent, placing herself as the mother of the family, is the one who comes to embrace you properly. “Looking beautiful as ever!”

“Son”, Viserys moves to greet Aemond, putting the other to a hug. “Looking healthy and good!”

Aemond smirks, hugging his father in return rather uncomfortably.

“Nice to see you too, dad.” And he turns quickly to his brothers. “Daeron. Aegon.”

“What’s up, my man?”, says Aegon, clasping behind Aemond’s back. “Nice apartment, by the way. Looks nice.”

“Yeah, it surely is.”

“Do you have a library? If I reckon, Y/N is quite a reader”, says Daeron, the brightest of the three.

“Yeah, we do. Feel free to look at it if you like.”

Daeron never before looks so happy for being there. Soon he vanishes off the view.

“Laena, my dear”, Aemond’s face has some emotion when spotting his sister. “How are you?”

“I’m doing fantastic, thank you”, and here she closes the distance between them by hugging him tight. “I love the decoration. Let me guess, all of this is Y/N’s doing, isn’t it?”

Aemond has the decency of blushing.

“Come on now, I’ve tried my best in helping. But you know what a perfectionist she is.”

Not too far from him, you say:

“I’ve heard that, Aemond!”

Soon, the room is filled with laughters. In the meantime Helaena is putting a Christmas hat over everyone’s head, you and Mrs Alicent are engaging in nice conversations.

“…and of course we have turkey for dinner. I’ve ensure everything is as traditional as possible”, that is the part Aemond hears when he sets behind you at the couch. You turn your head and squeak when seeing him all shy with a Christmas hat over his head. “Oh, love! How adorable you look!”

He lowers his gaze, crimson pink painting his pale features, a sight that makes you forget you have guests to entertain. Discreetly, you cup his face and kiss his cheeks, earning a “awwwww”, most likely from Helaena, and missing an eye roll from Aegon.

“Thank you, my sweet”, Aemond whispers, taking your hands and there pressing a kiss. Then turning at his mother, he asks. “Should we expect anyone else?”

Alicent, watching the scene proudly, now holds her husband’s hand as if they are the very example of a couple—even if in reality it’s not as she wants to make it seem.

“Do you mean your sister Rhaenyra and your brother Baelon?”

It’s Viserys who replies:

“Rhaenyra is not coming, I’m afraid. She’s busy attending the Velaryon’s Christmas with Harwin. But Baelon is coming, of course. He loves you dearly, as you know, Aemond.”

You are more than aware that Rhaenyra has always preferred to surround herself with the Strongs than with the Targaryens, a disappointment that you struggle to conceal. Aemond, however, knows you well enough, so he squeezes your hand in a reassuring way that her absence matters little.

At least the same cannot be said of Baelon, the peacemaker of the family.

“I’m glad he’s coming”, says Aemond. “But doubtful he’ll get on time.”

“Well, there is plenty of time until dinner is ready”, you remark, back to smile.

“Thank you for receiving us well, my children”, says Alicent, when taking your hand and giving it a squeeze. “It means a lot to me, to us all.”

You smile back, suddenly remembering the old days. Three years ago, when you were introduced to the family, Mrs Alicent initially had not taken you well. All of this, as you came to know in due time, was because she used to clash with Alys Rivers all the time.

You’d know also, from a more reliable source (that is to say Helaena), that Alys was the kind of woman who cared very little by other’s opinions. To worse all, she got herself involved with… Aegon, who always thought himself better than Aemond.

The family back then was cracked. Aemond and Aegon had a huge fight because of it, leading the former to rebel against his family. Feeling like his presence didn’t matter much, he was often found in places where he shouldn’t be, surrounded by unpleasant companions, until Helaena urged him to righten his wrongs.

In the midst of a crisis in his parents’ marriage (apparently, Mrs Alicent preferred other… hum… companies than her husband’s), Aemond found you. You didn’t want to change him, aware this wasn’t your part after all. By taking him as he is, all went well. And you and him fell so hard that, three years later, you got married.

It so appears that your marriage reunited the broken family, so little wonder why Mrs Alicent eventually got attached to you and here you two are, kind of like mother and daughter. With your mother gone to the North, working as diplomat, Mrs Alicent took the role by herself and your sensible heart gladly accepted it.

Though you still can see the mends, you are pleased to find everyone in good terms—and this is a family that took you in, hence why you wanted to make this a great Christmas dinner.

“It’s nothing, really. You are my family now as you know it”, you explain with a warm smile on your lips. “It’s a great delight in being able to receive you here.”

Talks here and there, eventually a few more guests arrive. These are your and Aemond’s friends, couples who had introduced you to him years ago.

And suddenly, everyone is crashing in and the mood is just… all too graceful and merry for your spirits.

To your delight, even the rebellious Aegon is being nice, coming to good terms with Aemond after a long time in strained relationship. Helaena doesn’t leave your side… until Cregan Stark comes by and asks her for a dance. You don’t think you’ve ever seen your sister-in-law blush as deeply as today.

We could let our friends crash in the living room. This is our place, we make the call. (…) I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all.

In the midst of it, though, Aemond pursuits you. He leads you outside to have some fresh air, as music plays inside and everyone is having their fun.

“Thank you”, he tells you, stroking your cheek as a hand rests over your waist.

You tilt your head to the right, eyeing him slightly confused.

“What for, honey?”

“For providing me a happy and safe Christmas”, he whispers to your ear. “For providing my family a decent reunion in years. Thank you, wife. You know you didn’t have to.”

Your eyes blurry a little with this secretive confession. You’ve long accepted that Aemond struggled with sentiments, especially in how to express them. But you also knew he has his own way to do so.

Even so, hearing all of it makes your heart race. Keeping the surprise speech in your mind, you answer him with a sweet kiss and there you stay for a few seconds…

***

Dinner’s finally ready. Table is set, food is served and champagne is poured in everyone’s glasses. You let Mrs Alicent open midnight with a prayer, respecting her religiosity.

Only then you raise and ask for everyone’s attention. Sitting in the opposite side is Aemond with his Christmas hat, eyeing you with a mix of curiosity and devotion. You are beginning to flush deeply when you start your speech.

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? With every guitar string scar on my hand, I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover. My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue. All's well that ends well to end up with you. Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover. And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me. And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover.

You thus finish it by praising the Maker for this reunion, thanking family and friends for this perfect Christmas dinner, hoping everyone has enjoyed it.

“Merry Christmas, family!”

As you lower your gaze, suddenly shy, you miss the sobs of Mrs Alicent, the tearful gaze of Helaena and Baela, and even Mr Viserys is emotional. No one notices how teary is also Aemond.

For the first time in his life, the rogue prince is brought to (happy) tears.

***

Epilogue.

Kissing your shoulders and neck, his arms snake around your waist, unwilling to let go of you. Then bringing your face to his, he peppers your cheeks, eyes and lips with gentle kisses.

“Merry Christmas, my darling. It’s snowing”, he whispers.

You giggle softly, opening your eyes as you spot snow from the window. Then clinging onto him, you bury your head in his neck, making him chuckle.

“What? I thought you’d like to go outside and make snowballs”, he says, amused.

“I’d rather stay stuck with you today.” You whisper against his neck, making him shiver. “I want my husband to myself.”

He rolls over you, bringing your attention to him.

“Do you realize my family is sleeping in here, in two other bedrooms?”

“And?”

“And eventually we must leave here.”

Lifting your hips and engulfing him with your legs, you stare at him mischievously.

“Not now, surely.”

Aemond laughs heartily before diving into your lips.

“Now now for sure”, he agrees, giving in to your needs.

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[propertyofwhitney67]

Happy Birthday Slut

M!Whitney x GN!Reader

Words:526

TW: none

Inspo photo

Birthdays around the orphanage were, well, fucking awful. Just another day of hell. No gifts, no cake, no celebration. Maybe the occasional “Happy birthday” from a fellow orphan, but that was it.

I laid in bed for a while, crying and hoping for a better future. One day, I’ll pay off my debts and get out of here. One day I’ll be happy.

An angry knock on my door brought me back to reality, “Get up! Stop wasting the day away and go make some money!” I can always count on Bailey to ruin my mood even more. I sat up and took a shaky breath, getting up and changing out of my pajamas to get ready for the day.

Stepping out of my room, I was greeted with a hug from Robin, “Happy birthday!” I half hugged them back and pulled back with a sad smile. He tilted his head, “What’s wrong?”

I shook my head and waved off the question, “Nothing, it’s just another day to me.” I didn't want to have a deep conversation with him at the moment.

He wrung his hands, “Well, ok.” He started to walk away but stopped, suddenly remembering something, “Oh! Whitney is looking for you.”

I shook my head slightly, confused as to why he would be looking for me. “Why?”

Robin shrugged, “He told me to mind my business when I asked, well he was angrier when he said it.” That meant Whitney cussed him out.

I nodded my head in understanding, “Thanks for letting me know.” I waved goodbye to Robin and headed out to find Whitney.

I found him outside, leaning against the light pole just outside the orphanage. He was distracted and scrolling through his phone. I tapped him on the shoulder, “Fuck!” He looked at me surprised, which quickly turned to annoyance. “The fuck, Y/n? Don’t sneak up on me.”

I laughed, “I heard you were looking for me?” I was honestly kinda worried about what he wanted. I wasn’t in the mood to be humiliated today.

He blushed faintly and pulled out a box wrapped with a bow and shoved it into my hands, “Happy Birthday, slut.”

“Aww, for me?” I tried to rile him up, “You shouldn’t have.” He looked annoyed, but was still faintly blushing,

“Shut up.” He grumbled and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it and taking a drag. “Don’t make me regret being nice to you.”

I laughed again, “Alright, alright, calm down.” I slid the bow off and opened the box, inside was the cutest stuffed bear. “Aww! It’s so cute.” I hugged him, “Thank you.”

“Yeah, yeah. It was cheap, and thought I might as well get it.” He tried to play it off like it was nothing.

I raised a brow at him, “Uh huh. How did you know it was my birthday?” I hugged the bear to my chest, it was so soft.

He took another drag of his cigarette, “What? A good boyfriend knows their partner's birthday…”

I hugged him again, “It really means a lot.” 

He hugged me back and rested his chin on my head, “I thought it would.”

𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

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[strstab]

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 - 𝐣.𝐦

summary ; it’s your birthday so jj + the pogues have a surprise for you. you even get an extra present from your boyfriend 🍰

pairing ; jj maybank x birthday!reader

notes ; surprise, kissing, sexual leads, slight drinking, gift giving jj, fluff, light smut? not really… idk

a/n ; finally 19!! had a shitty day so had to make it up to myself by writing this. good day to my pisces 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

even on your special day, you couldn’t run from your hours at work. you clocked in around 5 hours ago at 8:00 and all you wanted to do was go home and enjoy your birthday with your family.

you were running around cleaning tables as there were only 20 minutes left to your shift. you pulled out your phone as it buzzed and swiped to unlock it.

j 💘: omw in 10 bby

you smiled and hearted the message before sliding your phone into your back pocket. jj always picked you up from work but you were even more excited to see what he got you as a present. last year he came into your house at 7 am with the biggest teddy bear you had ever seen.

fun fact; that same teddy bear you begged him for at the fair a couples months prior. how’d he get it? no idea. but all that mattered was that he remembered and cared enough to get it for you.

“okay, she’s out in 20 and i have to be there in 10. kie, you got the cake?” jj scrambled around the room making sure everything was perfect for you.

pink and white balloons covered the ceilings of the chateau, a big heart shaped cake was placed on the kitchen counter by kie, pope and sarah were finishing the food while cleo and jb finished setting the presents on the coffee table.

“yeah. cakes decorated,“ kie said with a salute.

“same with the food,” pope pushed the home made pizza towards the table.

jj nodded and smiled widely. you were so going to love this. did you have any idea that it was happening? nope!

originally you guys planned for a pogue day at the beach. casual surfing and drinking alcohol infected slushees like you usually did. why ‘surf’ the marsh when there were perfect blue waves to surf with your family?

jj saluted back and picked his keys out of his pocket. he glanced at the small box of jewelry that cleo held.

he walked out the door and made way to his motorcycle, starting the ignition and driving off to your job.

you stretched and waved goodbye to your co-workers, finally you got to enjoy your day. you clocked out and walked out of the main entrance, glancing around for a certain blond on a motorcycle that’s almost killed him about 4 times and counting.

right when you were about to turn around you heard a loud roar.

“there you are pretty girl!” you spun around and saw a motorcycle approach you slowly. on the bike was your beautiful boyfriend waving at you with a smile on his face.

he parked his bike and kicked the stand, he wrapped his arms around you and picked you up looking into your eyes with pure joy.

“happy birthday, princess,” he kissed your lips softly. you mumbled a ‘thanks’ and cupped his cheeks while he rubbed his thumb on the side of your thigh that he held you from.

he placed you down when he finished with your kisses and stared at you with heart eyes. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a hug. you really needed one.

he quickly kissed your cheek and pulled away, “you ready to go? the beach is waiting for its favorite surfer,”

you tied your hair back and sat on the back of his motorcycle as he started it up. “i thought you were it’s favorite surfer?”

“i am. but i had to let my baby have the spotlight for the day,”

you rolled your eyes and wrapped your arms around his waist. “how nice of you,”

as you pulled up to the beach, you realized it was quite empty and your friends were no where to be found. you hopped off the red painted bike and started looking for familiar faces, yet there seemed to be none.

you turned back to your boyfriend and his lips were pressed in a thin line. “j, where is everyone..?”

he shrugged and pulled out his phone, fighting back a sly grin.

you felt your heart drop and frowned slightly. did they forget? no, they couldn’t have.. you’ve been talking about your birthday since last month!

you gave yourself hope by looking around again and seeing a curly haired girl with a surf board in her hands with a blonde next to her but it seemed to be some random kooks.

you trudged back to jj and peeked over at his phone. he was texting but you couldn’t make out what he was typing. he glanced at you and slid his phone into his pocket. “damn. ‘m sorry baby, do you just wanna head back to the cheteau?”

you nodded and walked slowly to the motorcycle. jj felt bad for giving you false hope but he truly believed he’d be able to make it up to you with what was set up back at your second home.

as you pulled up to the wooden house, you spotted the twinkie and a confused look crossed your face. john b must’ve walked to where he was if the iconic van was still here.

jj took your hand and dragged you to the front door. he tripped on the steps of the porch and yelled a loud curse word. “shit, are you okay, j?!”

you bent down and took his hand to pull him up. he rubbed his elbow and nodded. you kissed your finger and placed it on his elbow, a thing you guys did between each other.

he opened the door for you and you walked in. right before your eyes were your friends with party blowers and confetti poppers.

“SURPRISE!!” they yelled in union. you gasped, truly in surprise. tears of joy sprang to the corners of your eyes as you placed your hand on your mouth. jj wrapped his arm around your shoulder and grinned proudly.

pope walked up to you with a bouquet in his hands. you grabbed them and brought them to your nose, inhaling the beautiful scent of the fresh flowers. you noticed note that was on top of one of the roses and plucked it out.

‘happy birthday to my study buddy and forever + 1 ’

- pope

you smiled and hugged him tightly. after receiving your gifts from everyone else, (minus jj) you munched on the food that was prepared before hand and drank pink martinis from the pretty wine glasses that sarah brought over.

you laid on jj’s lap as you finished your last slice of pizza. he laced his fingers in your hair, combing through it gently. the tender laughs that surrounded you felt so… home like. the snort that sarah let out every now and then or the loud sound of clapping cleo made when she found someone absolutely hilarious. all of it seemed like it was just part of you.

“love,” jj whispered from above you.

you turned your head to face him and saw him looking down at you. you hummed and waited for him to continue.

“you remember that ring i got you in 4th grade, the one from those little machines that you had to put a quarter in to get a prize out of?” he asked, stroking his thumb on your cheek and glancing at something behind you.

you nodded. the ring he got you was a royal blue heart shaped ring. you wore it everyday until it accidentally fell down a drain while you guys walked home from school.

john b threw jj a box and he placed it in your hands. you felt eyes on you, phones out recording and kie’s disposable camera flashing.

you opened the tiny box and inside glistened a gorgeous ring. rose gold plated and sparkling stones reflected in your eyes. you awed and picked up the ring. on the inside you saw ‘j + y/i (your initial)’ engraved into the ring band.

god, the hours jj picked up so he’d be able to afford it was actually absurd. the weeks you spent bothering him to spend time with you.. it was always ‘jj’ this and ‘jj’ that when he was coming home at 1 am from work or leaving at 7, but soon it’d be ‘jj i love you’.

your eyes began to water as you slipped the gold onto your ring finger. you sat up and hugged the soul out of your boyfriend. “thank you,”

“anything for you baby,” he smiled and hugged you back, placing a kiss on your neck. “it’s a promise ring, so now you have to promise you won’t drop it down the storm drain,”

you giggled and slapped his shoulder. “i promise,”

the pogues screamed and clapped behind you. yelling lines like ‘that’s my boy!’ and ‘when’s the honeymoon?!’

he brought you close and placed his lips on yours. moving them slowly against yours. you shuffled on his lap and whined a little, rubbing your sweaty hands on his chest. he gripped your waist and let out a quiet chuckle against your lips. “don’t worry baby, you’ll get that part of your present later.”

your face heated up and you covered your face in embarrassment, remembering your friends were literally right there.

“awh. don’t go shy on me all of a sudden, princess,” he stroked your hair and laughed.

cleo chucked a pillow at you guys and gagged. “get a room.” kie laughed from besides her as john b stopped covering his eyes.

jj picked you up bridal style and waved off the pogues. “privacy my girl wants, privacy my girl gets.“

he brought you to his room and placed you on his bed. he crawled on top of you and left wet kisses down your neck. you giggled at the ticklish feeling, tugging on his hair. his hands played with the hem of your shirt. his eyes met yours for consent and you gave him a quick nod.

he lifted your shirt and pulled it over your head, he stared at the majestic body that laid in front of him. aphrodite really blessed you well. his finger trailed down your stomach, sending you into a cold shudder.

“mm, you’re so pretty, baby,” he whispered as his thumb circled your clothed inner thigh.

you squirmed trying to get him to touch you in the right place. “jj, touch me..” you whined

he smirked and slipped off your pants, shortly followed along by your panties. he groaned quietly at the sight of your wet pussy in front of him. his thumb circled that spot as you whimpered uncontrollably. he removed his thumb from your drenched folds and placed a loving kiss on your lower abdomen.

you clenched your thighs together and covered your face with your hands. he was quick to take notice and pulled your wrists away, the rose gold ring still on your fingers, shining proudly. “keep your eyes on me, pretty girl, gotta watch how my mouths gonna make you cum,”

he held your wrists together with one hand and spread your thighs apart with the other. he sucked on the skin of your thigh, leaving a reddish mark that was soon to be dark.

you moaned and gripped onto the sheets as jj dipped his head in between your legs and started making a wet mess of you.

this was going to be a long night.

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IM SO SORRY I FEEL LIKE THIS WAS SO BAD 😭😭

i’m honestly just sleep derived rn but wanted to get this out before i went to sleep. ummm ik the smutty part was terrible.. i’m more of an imaginer so.. yeah.

i’ll try better in the future ofc, but hopefully this is ok for right now.

but yeah!! pisces season baby 🌬

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[wheels-of-despair]

Classy Girl and the Scruffy Boy Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Eddie's girl invites him over for a romantic dinner and a movie. It's... not exactly what he expected. Contains: Dinner and a movie? Word Count: 1.2k-ish

"Hi," you whisper, easing yourself onto Eddie's lap in the school library.

"Hi?" he responds, a little surprised to see you.

You wrap an arm around his shoulders, and his circle around your waist. He tilts his chin up for a kiss, which you gladly give him.

"So I just found out that Mom has a meeting this evening," you tell him quietly, "and she won't be home 'til late. I'll have the house allll to myself."

"Oh yeah?" he asks, instantly perking up.

"Yuuup."

"What are you gonna do with that big empty house all to yourself?"

"Hmmm…" you wonder aloud, tapping your chin thoughtfully with your free hand. "I thought maybe I could invite this really cute guy over… and I could make him a romantic dinner… and we could watch one of the best love stories ever told."

"Is it a chick flick?"

"It's not a chick flick."

"It's a chick flick."

"It's about a classy girl who falls for a scruffy boy. I think it's technically a love story, but there's some pretty scary stuff in it too. I might need you to hold me."

He looks like he's considering it.

"If you're a good boy, maybe we could even re-enact one of my favorite love scenes."

His eyes widen.

"It might get a little messy, though," you tease with a whisper.

"Sold."

"That's what I thought," you give him a kiss on the forehead and rake your fingers through his hair.

"I've gotta get back to class. Meet you at the van after school?"

He nods, breathing a little harder, his pupils blown. You lean down for another kiss and get off his lap. He gives your ass a smack as you walk away, and you turn to shoot him a fake glare before spinning back around and heading toward the exit with a grin on your face.

He'll never know what hit him.

He was already by the van when you arrived at 3:03. His last class of the day was farther away than yours; he must've run all the way there.

You had him stop by Bradley's Big Buy on the way home to get a few extra ingredients. He didn't mind. It was for him, after all.

When you got home, you put your groceries away, sat at the table, and started pulling homework out of your backpack.

"What are you doing?"

"Eddie, it's not even 4 yet. Are you seriously ready for dinner already?"

He pouts.

"Go get your damn books, I know you've got work to do."

His jaw drops indignantly.

But he listens.

Two hours and several completed assignments he'd been putting off later, he's happily watching you move around the kitchen, making the romantic dinner he was promised. He wasn't thrilled about being tricked into doing work, but you'd helped him get enough done to keep his teachers off his back for a few days, so that was nice. Now, he got to relax, and see what kind of surprise you had planned.

Oh, Eddie. If only you knew who you were dealing with.

Some time later, you bring two steaming bowls of spaghetti into the living room and place them on the coffee table next to your glasses of soda and a plate of bread, buttered and toasted to perfection.

"Do you want me to put the movie in?"

"It's already in," you answer, picking up the remote and turning the TV on, trying to contain your glee. You'd put the tape in while he was taking a bathroom break, not wanting to risk him seeing the box and ruining the surprise.

The VCR clunks to life, and you fast-forward through the previews. You press play and watch him from the corner of your eye.

He's confused. He's so confused.

"This is a cartoon."

You say nothing, struggling to keep your face blank.

Once he realizes he's been had, he grabs the remote and presses stop, then turns to you with a hard look in his eyes.

"What the fuck?"

"What?" you ask innocently.

He gestures to the TV.

"You were promised a romantic dinner and a love story, were you not?"

"You didn't say it was Lady and the Fucking Tramp!"

"I said it was a love story about a classy girl and a scruffy boy."

His jaw clenches.

"You said it was scary."

"Have you SEEN the size of that freakin' rat? That's trying to EAT THE BABY?"

He fumes. He fumes at you for tricking him, and at himself for falling for something like this AGAIN.

"You purposely got me all worked up over a CARTOON!"

"It's not my fault you're a pervert!" You bite back your laughter.

"I had to go to the BATHROOM during ENGLISH and rub one out!"

You lose it.

"THAT'S IT!" he yells and lunges at you, howling with laughter at his expense. Next thing you know, you're on your back and he's on top of you, nipping at your neck and grinding against you.

"Oh yeah, you got me good Munson, please stop this unbearable torture!" you choke out between cackles.

He goes limp, dropping all his weight on top of you. He may look little, but it knocks the wind out of you with an "oof!"

You wiggle, trying to shake him off. He moans. Nevermind.

He lifts his head and cocks an eyebrow. "Wait, what were we supposed to be re-enacting from the DOG movie?"

"The spaghetti scene, duh."

"The what?"

"Have you not seen it?"

"Not… all of it?"

"Get up. This is unacceptable."

"So we're not going to do anything? After all that?"

"I mean, if you don't mind cold bread and reheated spag--"

And suddenly his mouth is on yours, your romantic dinner growing cold just a few feet away.

Your mother returns from her meeting a few hours later, eyes narrowing when she sees Eddie's van in the driveway. She's still wary about you two being alone together. She debates between loudly announcing herself so she doesn't see anything gross, or quietly coming in and catching you in the act, which would secure free, complaint-free labor for the deep cleaning she'd been putting off.

The house is silent when she enters. There's a big pot of spaghetti on the stove, and the kitchen table is covered with books and what appears to be finished homework. Curiosity getting the better of her, she creeps toward the living room, still a little afraid of what she might find.

But it's a blue screen on the TV, a pile of dirty dishes on the coffee table, and two fully clothed teenagers sleeping on the couch. She turns off the TV and goes to get herself a bowl of spaghetti.

You later told her how you Lady and the Tramped him with the promise of a romantic dinner and a love story about a classy girl and a scruffy boy, and she'd laughed almost as hard as you had. (You'd also told her how Eddie had teared up when he saw all the sad dogs at the pound, but she was forbidden from ever repeating that.) That was the day she decided that maybe you could be trusted together. You two definitely weren't like other teenagers.

What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

#writings of despair #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #i thought of this after tossing and turning for 3 hours #then finally gave up and got up to write #insomnia is my muse

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hello, i was wondering if i could get Headcanons for Jichang, Jihan, Taesoo & Hudson (separate) when they take their female reader out on date ? like what would they do or plan to make it special ?

On A Date With Them.

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I kinda lost the insipiration when writing for Jichang part, sorry about that.

Hudson Ahn:

Hudson was planning on taking you out in a date on a arcade.

He wanted it to be fun for the both of you but especially for you.

So he made sure to check out the arcade was a safe and not full of disgusting people.

So when the place checked all of his place, he was excited.

And the day arrives.

It was fun, you and Hudson challenged a lot of when playing against each other.

He would also win you some mini stuff and objects from the arcade.

After the the arcade, Hudson had plan to for the two of you to go to the Han river and have dinner there.

He would call Jackie and the others to ready the set up before you two arrived there.

Which of course, Jackie and the rest takes seriously. Since hey, this your guys date. You are like a big/young sister to them.

So after your arcade date, Hudson would take you to the Han river and was surprised to see a mat with baskets of foods ready for the two of you.

Hudson was glad that the guys managed to set up just in time.

You guys would sat by the Han river and looked at the beautiful scenery,

Hudson would hand feed you as you two would make jokes from time to time until fireworks appeared by the night sky.

It was a surprised for the both of you but it was Jackie and Channing planned it. Wanting for the date to be even better.

It felt nice for Hudson and you, knowing the crew approved and supported your relationships.

Taesoo Ma:

It has been a long time since you two went out on a date.

So Taesoo planned a wonderful dinner for the both of you.

He booked a reservation on a nice restaurant and surprised you.

You were ecstatic that Taesoo had planned out a date.

So when the time came, you two dressed up and went to the restaurant.

You two went to your table as menu were handed to you.

After you two decided on your food, you two ordered and waited for the food to arrived.

While you talked, Taesoo can't stop looking at you.

You looked absolutely beautiful tonight,, you were wearing a body tight red dress.

The one he had gifted you two weeks ago and the gorgeous makeup you were wearing and the way your hair was beautifully styled.

While he was glad that you looked beautiful and you know, took the time to take care of yourself.

He wasn't a huge fan of the many eyes staring at you in awe, absolutely not taking the fact that you were already married with the obvious ring on your finger.

Taesoo has a plan after you two got your meal and ate.

After finished and ordering dessert, Taesoo pulled out a box and gifted you a necklace.

You were surprised and felt bad that you didn't get him anything but Taesoo said it was fine.

He put the necklace on you and then kissed your neck while eyeing the people who eyeing you earlier,

They looked away awkwardly when the two made eye contact.

After your dinner date, he would take you somewhere in the forest.

You were shocked when you saw the place, it was absolutely beautiful.

Like something out of those Disney movies.

Taaesoo, Hudson, Jackie and Channing had prepared this area, this morning and Taesoo was glad it wasn't taken down or someone being in here.

You two had a nice night, just dancing underneath the stars.

Jihan Kwak:

Jihan had taken out you for a beach date.

It was a nice day so he decided to.

So... there you two were, at the beach.

Jihan was just laying down at the beach bed as many gawked at him while staring his abs.

He didn't pay any mind as he then heard footsteps approaching him, he looked up and whistled.

Which earned a frown from you as he just chuckled.

You were wearing a bikini and wearing a jacket.

You sighed as you took off your jacket and told him that you would be swimming and he can join you if wanted before walking away.

Jihan would only smirked before deciding to relax a bit before joining at the sea.

He watched you have some fun, swimming and sometimes flipping him off which he returned the gesture.

But over time, JIhan had the urge to suddenly go up and join him as he saw many people's eyes were on you.

He got up and joined you, catching you off guard when you suddenly felt arms wrapped around your waist.

You looked behind and saw Jihan and then you thrown over his shoulders and walking back to your area.

Jihan put you down on your beach bed, you were confused and asked him, which he only stuck out his tongue at the response.

After awhile, the two of you were walking along down the shore as you two held hands.

You were telling some stories to him until all of a sudden you were greeted with a nice picnic dinner.

A large mat with candles, and food.

You looked at JIhan with surprise as he smiled and kissed your forehead while mumbling "surprise."

Jihan had his brother help set it up as Jichang had told him on what to do.

You two sat by and ate dinner, which practically ended with you two making out, you on his lap as he caress your waist.

"I love you." Jihan said while looking at your eyes, you smiled happily kissed his forehead.

"Love you too."

Jichang Kwak:

Jichang would take you out on a amusement park date.

I don't know but he would.

And his two son just following the two of you.

Jichang would pay for every ride you two would go.

And almost every ride, he would have nonchalant expression while you were practically screaming beside him.

And those headbands? He would wear them since you found them cute and you were wearing them too.

And because he found couples wearing these.

The two of you would be sharing food a lot.

And also you two would have a lot of photos considering you two kept coming back to the photo booth.

After riding almost every ride in the amusement park, you two would be riding the Ferris wheel, looking out of the scenery as the beautiful stars shine above the starry night.

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♡ Synopsis: This clumsy goof wasn’t looking where he was going and bumped into you. Because of how bad he felt he helped you put up the school play posters all over school.

♡ Characters: Lev, Y/N, background characters

♡ Possible Warnings: mentions of eating

♡ Words: 1.4K

It had already been a long day and you were not happy at being told you had to stay after school to put up posters. Of course you were excited for the upcoming show. Who wouldn’t be? Well you know but that’s besides the point. It had been a long day of helping paint sets, sew costumes, and figuring out makeup for the cast. All you wanted to do now was go home.

Unfortunately for you though you still had two boxes of posters to hang up. You skipped the song currently playing in your headphones and took another stack of posters from the box. You were getting into a groove and got excited at how close you were getting to being done. Luck was just not on your side though as you were suddenly knocked down. “Hey! Watch where you’re going!” You yelled and sat back up. Your brow furrowed and lips tightened into a line at the mess of papers in front of you.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going! Let me help you with that!” The person who knocked you over helped you pick up the papers and place them back into a neat pile. “I’m Lev by the way.” He held out his hand. Only now had you gotten a good look at the perpetrator. He was nice looking, his eyes held your gaze as you slowly reached out to shake his hand.

“Y/N.” He smiled at that and helped pull you up. If you hadn’t saw how clumsy he was you might have been intimidated by how tall he was.

“I’m really sorry for knocking you down, do you need any more help?” You sighed and shook your head.

“Not unless you want to help me put these up.” You joked and picked up a pile of posters. Much to your surprise though he took the pile out of your arms and started to put them on walls.

“I can do that!” He gave you a kind smile. You stood there in shock as you watched him put posters up. He looked quite happy doing so as well. You shook your head and started your music again. At least you could go home much earlier with the help. You kept one ear free though in case he wanted to talk.

To your surprise though he let you quietly hang up the rest of the posters. He had the last one which is when he finally started talking again. “I enjoyed this. Let me know if you ever need help again. I’m on the volleyball team if you need to find me.” He smiled and left you standing there awkwardly. Unsure of what to do you broke down the boxes and threw them away before heading home.

Now you were hoping to have forgotten about the boy but he had plagued your dreams. You really didn’t need to get caught up in boys right now. Just as quickly as he entered your life he arrived yet again. This time it was at lunch. To say you weren’t expecting it was an understatement.

“Lev?”

“Hey! You remembered my name! Y/N! I just wanted to apologize for the other day again. I told my team what happened and they said I should apologize again.” He bowed his head and looked genuinely sorry.

“You didn’t have to apologize again. You helping with the posters yesterday was an apology enough.” He rose back up quickly, a wide smile lighting up his face.

“Thank you! I’ll see you around Y/N.” You could feel your face heating up as you got ready for the onslaught of teasing from your friends. He turned back around and went to go presumably back to his team.

“So, do you want to explain?” One of your friends unhelpfully chimed in. This only fueled your embarrassment.

“He accidentally knocked me over yesterday and helped me out the rest of the posters up. Really. That’s all. Nothing happened. We didn’t even talk while it was happening.”

“Careful or I might think you’re disappointed by that. You could try talking to him yourself if you’re that upset about it.” To say the thought hadn’t crossed your mind would be lying. Of course you had thought about going to the gym to see him again. Aww, young love. Wait, what were you thinking? Love? No. Much too soon for that. You resumed eating your lunch and battling with your head to see if you would go to the gym or not.

That brings us to now. Obviously the less rational part of you won. Hence why you’re at the gym now with a water and workout bar. You were just about to turn around when the giant saw you. He seemed so happy. How could you walk away now? You couldn’t. You smiled back at him and held up the water and grain bar. He looked even more ecstatic if it was even possible. Since he was still in the middle of practice though you quietly slipped in and sat on the bleachers.

Once he got a free moment he rushed over to you. “Y/N! I’m so glad to see you again!” He looked like he was going to hug you but one look at your face made him second guess that.

“It’s good to see you again too Lev!” You handed him the bottle of water and the grain bar. “A thank you for helping with the posters.” You turned your head away from him and your lips tightened into a thin line.

“You didn’t have to. Thank you though! I should be the one thanking you for forgiving me.” He happily took the grain bar and water though. In the blink of an eye his snack was gone and the water was half full. “You know, if you hadn’t shown up in the middle of practice I don’t think my friends would’ve believed me.” Now you were confused again. Believe him?

“Believe you about what?”

“That a pretty person gave me presents.” Now you were really flustered. How could people just say things like that. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable!” Uh oh, how to fix this?

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable Lev,” you quickly shook your hands. “I promise, I just got a little flustered. It’s not everyday someone calls you pretty to your face.” He seemed happy about that but when was he not?

“I’m glad I didn’t make you uncomfortable! Hey you wanna stay for practice and I can walk you home after?” That definitely did not help the situation.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to.”

“I want to! I want to get to know you better.” He seemed really hopeful. You nodded and a whistle blew. His sign to get back to practice. “I’ll see you after practice then Y/N!” He really was a dork. But like an adorable one? Like he was so clumsy but it was endearing. After all, his clumsiness is how you met.

Finally, practice had ended. It was late and you were hoping to get home earlier but you didn’t want to disappoint Lev. You were starting to care for him. Even though it had been such a small amount of time. “Alright! I’m here, we can go home! Sorry to have kept you waiting!” He was all showered and dressed in uniform. He grabbed your school bag along with his and waited for you to get up. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah. Thanks for getting my stuff. I could’ve carried it you know.”

“I know but I wanted to carry it. To make up to you for waiting so long.”

“Seems like all you’re doing is making up to me?” You teased him. You two talked about the most random things on the walk home. You were passing a store when he stopped.

“Can we go in there really quick?” You nodded and headed inside with him. “Wait here, I’ll be right back.” He set both of your belongings on a table near the entrance and started off.

By the time he came back he seemed much more chipper but there was also a wave of nervousness. “I know it’s only been a day but.” He pulled his hands out from behind his back. He held a bouquet of flowers and a box of strawberries. “Would you like to go on a proper date with me?”

You didn't have any words. After a moment, which felt like an eternity to him, you cleared your throat and spoke up. “That sounds lovely. Sorry it took so long to respond. I was in shock.” He let out a sigh and you took the flowers and strawberries. He picked up your things and you guys continued the walk home. This time with your hands and souls much more intertwined.

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