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maybankswhore · 1 year

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no body , no crime ’ tyler galpin

pairings: tyler galpin x reader

summary: after noticing tyler’s abnormal behavior , you start piecing things together. and at your breaking point , you confront tyler about the things you’re beginning to assume & feel.

warnings: cursing , gaslighting , betrayal , heartbreak , sadness , shitty writing.

“ i think he did it & i just can’t prove it. ”

You tried really hard to ignore that feeling in your stomach.

You really , really did.

But you knew Tyler better than anyone else. Better than his dad , better than Wednesday Addams could ever , and even better than himself.

It was a slow transition. It didn’t happen all at once. It took you awhile to remember back to when it first started. . . Before Wednesday even arrived , or before the two had even met.

One day he had came into the Weathervane so happy. His entire mood was energetic and bouncy. His eyes were wide and pupils were dilated. You swore up and down that he was high or something. And when you asked , he gave some vague answer about just being happy and he kissed your cheek , and then you never talked about it again.

He started staying out later. Gradually as the weeks went by and the seasons changed , you saw less and less of Tyler once evening came.

Unless he was working a late shift at the coffee shop , the latest you saw him was six in the afternoon and if you were lucky , seven thirty.

You tried ignoring it at first. You told yourself you were being silly and he was probably just really busy , or depressed and wasn’t ready to talk about it. You tried every excuse in the book to ignore the feeling you got every time you were next to him.

Then he started getting more tired of you. He snapped at you more and his eyes were forever changed to a dark brown compared the shimmering light hazel look they held when he was in the sun. Sometimes the bags under his eyes were so bad , you’d be worried sick something was really wrong.

Once Wednesday waltzed herself into Tyler’s life , his attention was immediately on her. It struck your heart , truly , seeing as though he seemed to really enjoy his time around her. More than he was having with you in the last six months.

The disappearance of Rowan was the last straw from you. All of the sneaking around , the whispers from Xavier and Wednesday talking about like nobody else around them could hear. . . but you did.

You had researched as much as you could. Coming into a couple dead ends until the night Wednesday was attacked by Rowan— and Tyler was nowhere to be seen.

You waited to confront him until it was the right time. The waiting nearly killed you. Sick to your stomach , wondering what to say and how to go about it. It was Tyler. Out of all people it was Tyler , and you could never see someone as kind and patient as him potentially be something so evil.

But you needed to find out the truth.

Finally you had your chance when he picked you up in Jericho after you called , demanding that you two spoke. He tried making up an excuse to get out of it , like he had been doing for months. But you didn’t let up.

“So what couldn’t wait.” Tyler sighed as he parked the car in a vacant parking lot , turning down the AC so he could hear you better.

You slid yourself towards the passenger door , swallowing the nerve’s threatening to come up as you avoided looking at him. “You’ve been lying to me.” You muttered , recounting every lie he had told , each time and each different excuse.

Tyler scoffed. “About what?” He shook his head and watched you carefully , noticing the unusual distance you were keeping.

“You know you have.” You pushed. You focused on your own hands , playing with them to ease your nerves. “I–I’ve been wondering what’s going on with you. Why you haven’t been here. . .” your bottom lip trembled as you were finally able to speak about your feelings , feel closure behind everything you’ve been thinking in your head. You weren’t crazy.

“Baby–”

“No.” You cut him off sternly , finally picking your head back up to look him in the eye. “Tell me the truth , Tyler. Was it you that hurt Rowan? Made him disappear?” You accused. You remembered Wednesday’s mumbling about to her floating hand ‘thing’– as she called him. Your lurking and eavesdropping was not for nothing— and you were putting the pieces together.

It couldn’t have been Xavier. Not when Tyler disappeared exactly when things conspired.

“W–What?” Tyler’s eyes grew wide at your big accusation. Sweat began to form at the back of his neck , scoffing dismissively. “You can’t be seriously asking me that.”

“I am.” You defended yourself , crossing your arms. “I don’t know what it is you’re doing , Tyler but I know there’s something you’re not telling me.” Your breath was shaky as you paused to collect yourself. “And if you aren’t telling me about me , then I know it can’t be anything good because you– you’ve always been honest with me. You’ve always told me everything.” Feeling yourself getting worked up , you sat up and turned your head away from him.

Tyler looked like a deer in headlights. You couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen this coming— that his actions hadn’t mattered to you or something. Like you hadn’t cared enough to notice something was different.

“Is it some prank you’re pulling with your normie friends?” You filled his silence with more accusations. “Or is it something even worse , Tyler? Something that’s gonna get people hurt— you hurt?”

“How could you ask me something like that?” Tyler gaped at you. His face full of hurt. “I told you I slipped off to use the bathroom—” he shook his head. “Y/N you’re my girlfriend.” He looked at you square in the eye , searching your face and scanning your expression. “You know me.”

You shook your head almost laughing. “Do I? I’ve barely even seen you these past few weeks. You’re always out , doing something with Wednesday then going to therapy and going God knows where every night when you tell me you have things to do and never elaborate what those things are! You don’t speak to me half the time , or look at me. When we are together you’re somewhere else , counting down the seconds until you’re finally rid of me.”

“That’s not true.” Tyler scratched his head anxiously , shaking his head quickly. “It’s not. I’m sorry , okay? I’m sorry I’ve been distant I’ve just—” he tried coming up with something quick , sensing your disconnection. He didn’t like it and he didn’t like the situation he was in.

He loved you. He really did. He hadn’t meant for everything to get screwed up. You were never supposed to be apart of anything.

“We can get better.” Tyler reasoned. He reached over the center console to find your hand that had been fisting the material of your clothes for comfort. You sighed at the contact , eye’s fluttering closed.

“That doesn’t explain what’s going on.” You said lowly. You should’ve took your hand away , but you couldn’t. You liked the feeling too much. You missed him way too much. “Something bad is going on , Tyler. I know there is. What aren’t you telling me?” Finally getting the courage to meet his eyes , your eyes locked together and you could feel your shoulders start to relax and your body crave to get closer to his. The sadness in his eyes , glazing over with anxiety and hesitation. You hated seeing him like this. “Please. . .” you whispered , reaching up to cup his cheek. “Tell me what’s going on.”

Tyler’s eyes began to tear up as you touched him. He didn’t realize how far apart the two of you had been. He melted into your palm , fluttering his eyes closed at the touch. “I wish I could.”

“You can.” You pushed. “Whatever it is , we can get through it together.”

“I just. . .” Tyler sighed. “I just need you to not give up on me.” He avoided your question easily , pleading with his eyes to get you to drop it.

Your stomach fell at his words and you knew.

“I can feel my heart breaking.” You whispered to him. “Because I’m scared.”

Tyler frowned and grabbed your chin softly. “Hey , don’t say that. You shouldn’t be scared of anything.”

“I’m scared about how much it’s gonna hurt when I find out what’s going on with you Tyler.” You admitted shamefully , bottom lip trembling. “Because I know you , more than anyone and something isn’t right.”

You had no proof. You had nothing but assumptions that you had pieced together. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as you were thinking. Maybe you were being overdramatic and let Wednesday’s detective act was getting to you.

You wanted to believe him but you couldn’t.

Whatever he was doing , you couldn’t prove it. And without proof , you had nothing.

But you were going to find out.

#Spotify #wednesday #taylor swift #tyler galpin #tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin x y/n #tyler galpin angst #tyler galpin imagine

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ijustwanttoreadfanfiction · 1 year

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Sunshine.

Billy Hargrove x AFAB Reader

Taking a break from our regular schedule of Eddie Munson, to bring you soft smutty Billy Hargrove. Yeah, I know he's problematic as fuck, I have no excuse. Written whilst listening to Haim's exceptional album Women In Music Pt III, but primarily inspired by the track Gasoline (feat. Taylor Swift)

Warnings: 18+ only, MDI. Oral sex (F receiving), vaginal sex, swearing, mentions of domestic abuse.

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Billy.

6 months ago the name held little significance to you, now it consumes your days.

It was a truth universally acknowledged that Billy Hargrove was an asshole, from the moment he arrived in Hawkin’s he was an asshole, he was an asshole before that too. Everyone would tell you he was an asshole, Max, Nancy, Dustin, Steve, Mike, Chief Hopper, the school guidance counsellor. You had witnessed it yourself, although never directed towards you; volatile temper, disrespectful, slightly psychopathic tendencies.

But then there was your Billy.

Who would kiss you on the forehead when he thought you were asleep, who always held the passenger door of his car open for you, who would guide you through the high school corridors with his hand on the small of your back; a constant reassuring pressure.

The Billy, who turned up outside your bedroom window at 2am in the pouring rain, blackened eye and split lip courtesy of his father, apologising because he didn’t know where else to go, he didn’t have anywhere else to go. You had cleaned him up, silenced his apologies with soothing kisses and hushed whispers of comfort, telling him that it would be ok, that he was enough, that he wasn’t an asshole. Tangled up together on your twin bed, he was simply content to hold you, fingers tracing your features, running through your hair, eyes burning with unspoken affection; Billy wasn’t good with words.

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It’s your birthday, and you’re exactly where you want to be, sequestered away at Lover’s Lake with Billy, spread out on a soft blanket, air balmy with the scent of Summer, heat washing over your skin. You play with the delicate gold chain adorning your neck, stopping when you get to the sun charm that sits in the divot of your collarbone.

“You sure you like it?” Billy asks, propping himself up on his elbow, his hand tracing the same path you’ve just taken.

“I love it.” You insist for the fifth time that day, your fingers comb through his curls, bringing him down to your lips.

The kiss is soft, slow, and teasing. His hand moving down the valley of your breasts, lightly brushing the underside, caressing over your naval, until he reaches your hip holding you firmly. You sigh blissfully into his mouth, feeling his lips quirk up in a small smile, kissing you more ardently, hand moving to your outer thigh now where your pretty summer dress has ridden up.

“Billy.” You whisper to the sky, as he maps out a path on your neck, gently sucking and nipping at your pulse point.

“What is it Sunshine?” He asks softly, his nickname for you filling your chest with familiar warmth, you don’t answer because he knows what you want, what you need. You take deep calming breaths as he descends lower and lower, the hem of your dress being moved up to your stomach, soft material on softer skin. He lavishes attention to the newly exposed stretch of skin, making you shift slightly beneath him, a fleeting squirm that tells him he’s doing a good job.

He hums faintly in pleasure as he reaches your white panties, a tiny patch of dampness marking the centre, he kisses over the material, your small gasp like music to his ears.

Hooking his fingers into the waistband he draws them down your legs, smoothly, taking his time placing more kisses to your inner thighs, your knees.

You whine quietly, reaching for him, intertwining his fingers with yours squeezing reassuringly, mouth finally making contact with your sweet cunt, nuzzling at your clit, tongue exploring the wetness gathered. You shudder, sparks of pleasure coursing through you like an electric current.

“Such a pretty pussy, angel.” He coos, two fingers slipping in with ease, moving at a maddeningly slow pace, barely thrusting, more like seeking strokes, looking for - there. He knows he’s found the right spot, a shaky “fuck” falling from your kiss bitten lips, he loves it when you swear, the sound going straight to his already hard cock. Crooking his fingers, he groans lightly as your walls spasm just slightly, not quite all the way there, not yet, but enough to make your cream slip from your swollen slit, his tongue lapping it up like it’s the sweetest honey and it is.

He focuses the tip of his tongue back to your bud, circling tenderly, fingers moving with a little more pace within you. You bring your entwined hand up to your right breast, holding his palm against you showing him how you want to be held, delicately thumbing at your peaked nipple. He can feel your velvet walls getting tighter, your breath hitching, stomach jumping as the sensation rises. He watches your face intensely as the wave crashes down, back arching, hips bucking, head pressing back into the blanket, neck stretched in a wordless cry. He continues to work you through the trembling ripples, tongue swirling desperately, determined to draw you out to the very edge of your limit. You let go of his hand to glide your hands through his hair, the gentlest of tugs letting him know you were getting oversensitive, he places a final kiss to your glistening centre and you’re pulling him to you in earnest now.

Lips melding together, a shared moan as you taste yourself on his tongue, he shifts atop you unzipping his fly as you push his boxers down, hard length meeting your belly. You take him into your soft hand, pumping smoothly, swallowing his gasps. He lines up with your centre, body covering you, sheltering you as he eases in coaxing a whimper from you.

“I’ve got you angel.” He mutters, placing kiss after kiss to your cheeks, nose, forehead, jaw, anywhere he can reach.

As with his fingers he moves slowly once more, rocking deep within you, time ticking by like molasses, the sun beats down trapping you both in an impossible heat. He takes your hands once again, raising them behind your head, fingers lacing together, pinning you down in pleasure. A keening whine when he bites at the flesh of your throat, tongue quickly soothing the hurt.

“Billy.” You whisper again, pleading, almost like a prayer.

“I know, I know.” He chants back, the answer to your prayers.

He pushes his pelvis down and the friction is just enough to send you free falling, the gripping heat pulling him with you, he gathers you into his arms, more tender kisses to your forehead, still moving, hips pumping through the last burning strokes, your combined spend dripping to the blanket below.

“Happy Birthday sunshine.” He says, kissing you deeply, you giggle against his mouth, euphoric with release and he feels like his heart might burst.

Billy wasn’t good with words, but he didn't have to be.

#billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x AFAB Reader #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove drabble #stranger things #billy stranger things

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vanserrasswife · 2 months

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TOG Characters as Taylor Swift songs

A/n: This is just my opinion and I'd love to hear what other people think. I might do this for acotar characters eventually. This is my first post about TOG characters on this blog so yay!!

Aelin

No body, no crime (feat. HAIM)

Happiness

Vigilante shit

Rowan

Ready for it?

Timeless

Out of The Woods

Manon

Hoax

You’re on your own kid

Long Live

Dorian

Bejeweled

This is why we can’t have nice things

Paris

Fenrys

Mirrorball

The archer

Forever Winter

Lorcan

Exile (feat.Bon Iver)

Haunted

Daylight

Elide

Don’t Blame me

Innocent

Safe and Sound (Feat Joy Williams and John Paul White)

Aedion

Eyes Open

Afterglow

The story of us

Lysandra

Look what you made me do

Nothing New (Feat. Phoebe Bridgers)

Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve

Chaol

Sparks Fly

Mr. Perfectly Fine

King of My Heart

Yrene

Sweet Nothing

Fearless

Ivy

Asterin

Peace

Seven

Bigger than the whole sky

Extra-The thirteen in the final battle in KoA

Epiphany

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sadgirlautumn · 1 month

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#audie’s playlist #Spotify

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neoyongz · 7 months

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no body, no crime 🩸 | alex turner

you aren’t letting up until you dig into the reason alex cheated on your friend.

warnings: this is fully based in no body, no crime by taylor swift & haim, the fic is centered around alex but there’s plenty of louise mentions since a part of the plot revolves around her, no smut, no fluff, criminal theme & plot, death

words count: 2.4k

disclaimer: english is not my first language so, in advantage, i apologize for grammar mistakes 🤭

“Louise! here!” you said as you saw your friend enter by the restaurant’s door. Louise was your best friend, you two met some years ago at work but even after you both left the company, you kept in contact with her.

“There you are! How are you?” Louise hugged you as her pearly-white smile showed up between her lips.

“Pretty good, no complaints. How ‘bout you? Have a seat, please” After the hug, she took her seat in front of you right before the waiter came to serve the drinks. “I already ordered, don’t worry” It was always the same menu for the both of you: pasta and a glass of wine for each.

“Oh, many things happened” You both thanked the waiter and he left. “Remember what I told you about Alex? That he started coming home very late and acting very weird?” You nodded and took a sip of your wine. “Well, today I checked our joint account and he sent some very expensive jewelry. Woman jewelry” She sighed. “Not mine”

You gasped and opened your eyes like big plates. “Wait a minute. It could be… his mom’s? maybe?” Louise took a sip of her wine and took her phone out of her pocket.

“Nah, her mom hasn’t left any jewelry for him as far as I know. I guess I should start, you know… coming to terms with this situation. Since the merlot incident, he left a bottle in his car which neither of us bought and he also had the taste of it, I've been watching him very closely, and he’s definitely hiding shit” Louise never cursed but she was really angry at her husband. For her, it felt like throwing 3 years of marriage to the garbage.

“That ain’t my merlot on his mouth, that ain’t my jewelry on our joint account…”

“I’m so sorry about that… Are you planning on divorcing? I could help you with that, my sister’s a lawyer” You took her hand and looked at her with a sad expression. You knew Alex very well, enough to know that he wasn’t like that. He would never cheat on anyone, say less about someone like Verneuil. He loved her with her whole heart, how did this happen?

“Yes, but I know this is nothing more than suspicions and there’s no proof that he actually… cheated” That last word hitted Louise on her chest like a bullet to her heart. “I know about your sister though, no need to worry, I’ll call her if I need to” Her phone vibrated. The screen showed a message from Alex; are u coming home babe?

Louise didn’t even think about replying, she was sick of thinking about Alex. The man that had enough balls to cheat on her and call her “babe” every fucking night. She had so much remorse, but nothing could be proven yet.

“For now, I just think he did it but there’s no way to prove it” Louise turned off her phone and looked at you, searching for any excuse to change the way of the talk as she felt her eyes tearing up.

“I think he did it but I just can’t prove it…”

[ . . . ]

You opened the front door and took your bag and car keys. It was a sunny Thursday at 9 am, you were just about to go to work at your dad’s house to clean it and take care of him. You were unemployed but weren’t looking for a job anyway, you made your way to survive with your savings and the thing you were most looking for was a time to relax alone and maybe go on a vacation.

You entered your car and right after switching it on, you started driving. It was common routine to pass Louise’s and Alex’s house as both houses were very close, only 2 blocks away. You saw Alex carrying a big black bag with some tools, not his regular work tools and getting in his car too, an old fashioned red Ford Capri which was actually very dirty after the couple went on a trip to the desert less than a week ago.

Well, the bottom of the car was quite dirty but the tires weren’t: were they new? You drove slowly when you passed by his side to wave at him, and so he did. Actually, you were looking at his car’s brand new tires. It wasn’t too weird at all because it isn’t like no one gets new tires, but his old ones didn’t seem damaged at all… or maybe you were in your head a little too much trying to help getting proofs for Louise.

Once you passed their house’s block, you kept on driving while listening to the radio. Well, you couldn’t say you weren't mad at Alex for what Louise supposed he did, he claimed to be extremely loyal to her and the whole relationship was very good for both of them, they seemed really happy with each other. So, what was the reason behind him cheating? The whole situation was very blurry, and if you were already feeling that much remorse for Alex, you couldn’t imagine how heartbroken Louise would be feeling as you were thinking about them.

Thinking about the situation helped the time to go faster than usual and before you could even realize, you were already parking at your dad’s house. Driving there was a muscle memory thing for you to do. Once you left your car, you went inside the house and found your dad watching his old TV, as usual.

“Darling” He said with a smile and got up to greet you.

“Hi, have you been feeling well?” You left your bag on the sofa and approached him. “Did you take your meds?” He was sick and not able to go to work, so taking care of him was important for you right now.

“Yes, don’t worry. Want some coffee?” You said no before looking at the TV, it’s sound became a little loud as the news channel announced something important, or it seemed like so.

“Nah, I had breakfast. Thanks. Let me clean this for you” You took your dad’s cup, he had breakfast not a while ago. You carried the cup and the little plate he used for his biscuits to the kitchen while keeping your ears fixed on the TV.

“We are live from your local News Channel sadly reporting that a 34 years old blonde and short haired, slim and tall girl in Sheffield named Louise Verneuil went missing Wednesday’s morning. We have her husband on the line giving the first clues, can you hear us?”

“He reports his missing wife and I noticed when I passed his house his truck has got some brand new tires…”

The plate and the cup fell off your hands as soon as you heard Louise’s name. You were frightened. Your face was pale, your whole body started shaking and you walked to the TV.

“What?…” You whispered. Your dad looked at you, concerned.

“Is everything okay?” He got close to you and hugged you as soon as he noticed your eyes getting wet and filled with tears.

“Dad… it’s Louise” You whispered and bursted out crying while hiding in your dad’s chest, hearing Alex’s voice on the TV.

“I don’t know what happened, she left for work yesterday’s morning but hasn’t come back since and her phone is off. Her phone is always on, she is not getting the calls either… I’m scared, we’ve been married for years and I don’t know what could’ve happened to her”

You clenched your teeth as you heard his sayings, there was something off in his tone. His voice didn’t connect to his “scared” feeling. There was something wrong and you knew it.

[ . . . ]

You’ve been watching Alex very closely. You recently noticed a new woman coming to his house and your blood has been boiling since. It was true. He was cheating on Louise, but still no news about her. It’s been about a week since her going missing and your heart has been aching more than ever, you knew Louise wouldn’t do something like that, and that someone made her do it or even worse. Someone could have hurted her or something like that. But no news about that, only a few signs you saw Louise’s mom putting up on the street.

On the other side of the street, a few blocks away, Alex was setting himself to go to bed, calm as he has never been before. After having dinner with his former mistress, the woman he cheated on Louise with.

“Al, I just know you’re hiding something. Tell me right now” The woman followed him around the house.

“I have nothing to hide” He said, opening the closet. “Just stop asking, I don’t fucking know anything about Louise. Stop bringing her up”

“You act like you haven't been married to her for 3 years! You don’t even look sad” She screamed, even if she knew she was in the wrong position to be reclaiming Alex’s sadness towards Louise, it was impossible to not feel frightened by the fact that he didn’t shed a single tear in a week after her wife went missing.

“Let me cope with it alone. I don’t like showing off my emotions” His stupid excuse ended up convincing the woman. “Leave me alone” She sighed and left the room, going towards Louise’s former bed just to watch her own things all over the bed. Her heart ached at the thought of sleeping in that woman’s bed, and felt extremely guilty.

“And his mistress moved in, sleeps in Este’s bed and everything…”

[ . . . ]

You put on your latex gloves as you start to clean up the table, making sure to get rid of every little thing that would look off-putting. You were very meticulous with this cleaning, it was a very special case. You mopped the floor and once you finished, you considered it was enough, so you took the big and heavy bag that had been waiting for you at the backdoor for around an hour and opened the wood door.

You rushed through the backyard and threw the bag on your car’s backseat. You pulled the zipper all the way up and got on the driver’s seat, before slamming the pedal and heading to the river you visited last night. You were very calm even if your actions felt rushed: you just wanted the situation to end and just get over it.

You took the highway and drove for around 45 minutes. It was late at night and the stars were sparkling white, shining all around the dark blue sky above your head. The jazz music on the radio helped you relax even more, breathing slowly and even smiling while getting out of the highway to take a dirt road, heading to the entrance of the river. Once you arrived, you knew no one was there, so you took the bag out of the backseat and threw it to the boat you set up last night, and went even further on the river. It was loud as the water slammed your boat and the rocks around. After a few minutes getting deep into the river, you decided it was about time. You opened the zipper and looked at what you had in there for a few seconds. You doubted a little bit, but there was no coming back after this. After coming to terms with your own mind, you took the bag and threw it to the water. You watched the bag disappear before your eyes, feeling a bit of remorse. But never regretted it.

“Good thing, my daddy made me get a boating license when I was fifteen…”

[ . . . ]

The cameras followed Louise’s sister when she got out of the court, the reporters shoving their microphones on her face. “What happened inside? Any news about Alex? What did the mistress say? And Louise’s friend? What about her?”

“Guys, guys, stop” Louise’s sister stopped them and took a minute to breathe through the air gap the reporters left above her. “What we know so far is that the mistress was there the night Turner went missing. And Turner was the last one to ever put his sight on Louise” She sighed. “Louise’s friend has nothing to do with this case. She was with me the whole day Alex went missing”

“Good thing Este’s sister is gonna swear she was with me”

“Are you sure she was with you?” A reporter slammed her microphone into her face.

“She was with me, dude” She looked annoyed. “The mistress is just gonna get her payment for the life insurance. Really don’t know about her future in this case but all we can ask is justice for Louise”

“And good thing, the mistress took out a big life insurance policy…”

“Who is the main suspect?” The reporter didn’t seem satisfied with her answer.

“They think the mistress did it but there’s no actual proof. They both went missing but the only one found was Louise’s body, which had Alex’s DNA all over it. Pretty dumb of him if you ask me” She took a cigarette calmly, as if no one was around her. “It is clear that Turner killed Louise. But they don’t know how or why he went missing… maybe to not be held accountable” She lit the cigarette and took a puff. “Anyway, no one has found Turner, so the case will keep going for quite some time until they come up with a resolution. That’s all the news for today” She spoke now relaxed, and the reporters greeted her and left.

“They think she did it but they just can’t prove it…”

Once Louise’s sister was alone, she took her phone and called you. You were watching the whole case getting covered by the news, so even if you weren’t there, you were very updated with the info about it.

“Were you watching?” She said, and smiled as she heard your voice down the line, affirming. “It’s clear what that bitch is going for. She’s trying to get you involved in the Alex thing with a very weak argument in my opinion. But she’s not getting away with it” She took a puff from her cigarette.

“I know, I know. Don’t worry, we know what’s gonna happen next. Thanks” You said and took a sip out of your coffee. “I’ll call you later, gotta go”

“Okay, no worries. Goodbye” She said and after ending the call, she put her phone in her pocket.

“She thinks I did it but she just can’t prove it…”

“As they said… no body, no crime” You whispered as you saw Alex’s picture coming up on the TV screen. “You knew that I wasn’t letting up until the day you died”

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haiii !! thank u so much for reading :p remember that this fic is purely based on the song and I added a few details to make it a little more realistic. I don’t think I will be doing any other fic similar to this one even if I absolutely enjoyed writing it hehe anyways, thank u for stopping by !! love ya xx

#alex turner #arctic monkeys #alex turner fanfic #alex turner x reader #alex turner x y/n #alex turner x you #alex turner imagine #no body no crime #taylor swift inspired #music fic #Spotify

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now-that-i-saw-you · 1 year

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remember when Taylor and Haim went back to back from killing a man to being horny?

#taylor swift #evermore #gasoline (feat. taylor swift)#haim

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theetherealbloom · 28 days

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NO BODY, NO CRIME | TIM ROCKFORD

No Body, No Crime | Tim Rockford x Fem!Reader

Summary: You investigate a series of murders and the disappearance of your friend, Este. Suspecting Este's husband, Adam, you take matters into your own hands, orchestrating a scheme to frame him for the crimes as you hide the truth from your boyfriend-Detective Tim Rockford.

Paring: Det. Tim Rockford x Profiler Fem!Reader

Warnings: Violence, Crime Stuff, Angst, FLUFF, Kissing, Established Relationship, Swearing, PTSD, Depression, Anxiety, Crying, Suggestive content, Flirting, Flattery, Blood, Character Deaths, Awkward, Plot Holes,

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: This is for @beskarandblasters drabble challenge! Thanks for letting me participate in the Taylor Swift Drabble Challenge, I had so much fun writing this. I’ve never written for Tim Rockford before, so I hope I did him some justice.

Song: no body, no crime by Taylor Swift (feat. HAIM)

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WILLOW’S CREEK – EVENING

The faint drone of the TV news reporting a surge in local murders filled the room, but you quickly drowned it out, lowering the volume. Seated on your couch, legs tucked in, you and Este cradled glasses of wine. "You look like you’ve been losin' sleep," you observed, noting Este's tired eyes and lack of color in her complexion.

Este sighed heavily, her voice tinged with frustration. "My husband's actin' different, and it smells like infidelity," she confessed. "That ain't my Merlot on his mouth. That ain't my jewelry on our joint account. No, there ain't no doubt, I think I'm gonna call him out."

Concern furrowed your brow as Este voiced her suspicions. "I think he did it, but I just can't prove it," she added, her words heavy with uncertainty.

At the station, you found yourself immersed in a case alongside Detective Tim Rockford, the FBI had sent you, a profiler to collaborate with him to work on the case. Together, you were tackling the investigation into a chilling serial killer plaguing the area.

"All similar-looking... died the same way too," you remarked, studying the evidence on the board. Tim nodded grimly. "I reckon the unsub might strike again soon."

A shiver ran down your spine as you surveyed the photos of the victims, their hauntingly familiar faces unsettling you to your core.

"You alright there, sweetheart?" Tim's voice broke through your thoughts as he approached, wrapping an arm around your waist. Weary, you leaned into his embrace, finding solace in his warmth.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, his concern evident. "Is it about the case or somethin’ else?" he inquired softly.

Meeting his gaze, filled with understanding, you began, "Remember when Este came over last Tuesday?"

Tim nodded, a knowing look in his eyes. "Had your girl talk?"

You affirmed with a nod. "Este suspects that her husband is cheating on her."

Tim let out a low whistle. "Shit."

"Yeah," you agreed, worry etched in your features. “I might message her later, try and meet up with her at an Olive Garden next week on Tuesday or something.”

Tim nods, “I can drop you off.”

“You don’t have—” He cuts you off before you can finish, “I’ll drop you off, sweet girl. I know how stressed you get when you drive.”

You grumble with a small pout, “Some people shouldn’t have a license.”

He plants a kiss on your cheek before gently turning you to face him, his lips meeting yours in a tender embrace. "Let’s go home, darlin’, and we’ll tackle all of this in the mornin’," he murmurs softly.

Friday, 8:34 PM

You: Olive Garden next week, Tuesday?

Este: Sure, see you soon!

Tuesday, 7:38 PM

You: Hey, got us a table. Let me know if you’re on the way! <3

8:34 PM

You: Are you running a little late?

WILLOW’S CREEK – THURSDAY, MORNING

Este was nowhere to be found—neither at Olive Garden nor at her workplace.

You're on the phone, dialing Este's number for what feels like the hundredth time, only to be met with silence. Suddenly, Este's husband, Adam, strides into the station to report her disappearance to the sergeant.

Fury bubbles up inside you, and you're on the verge of lunging at him when Tim intervenes. His arms encircle your waist, guiding you away from Adam and into a nearby conference room. With a gentle touch, he pulls you close, kissing you until the world spins a little less wildly, calming your frayed nerves.

"He did it, Tim. I know it. All the murders, Este missing, it’s him. He did it," you whispered, your voice trembling, as Tim held you close, his arms a comforting shield.

"What do you mean?" Tim inquired, his brow furrowing in concern.

"All the women, they were surrogates for Adam to perfect his crime. To get rid of Este. And I noticed when I passed his house, his truck has got some brand new tires," you explained, determination shining in your eyes despite the fear gnawing at your insides.

"Let’s get to diggin’ then, darlin’," Tim declared, pressing a reassuring kiss to your temple as you swallowed down your nerves. You knew facing Adam would be dangerous, but you were willing to risk it for justice.

"His mistress moved in, sleeps in Este's bed and everything. No, there ain't no doubt. We gotta catch him," Tim remarked grimly as you both surveyed the evidence board, the weight of the unsolved case heavy on your shoulders.

Weeks had passed, and still, you hadn't found a body.

"No body means there’s no crime," you murmured, your voice tinged with frustration. "We need reasonable cause to detain him, evidence to bring before a judge. Without a body, he can't be tried for murder."

"I think he did it, but I just can't prove it," you admitted quietly, your words echoing the frustration of your fruitless search.

Another week slipped by, and as Tim slept soundly beside you, you meticulously planned your next move. With wide eyes and clenched teeth, you gazed up at the ceiling, every detail of your scheme playing out in your mind.

Thank the stars your daddy insisted on that boating license when you were just fifteen. And all those years cleaning houses? They taught you exactly how to cover up a scene. Then there's Este's sister, willing to swear she spent the night with you for a girl's night. And let's not forget the icing on the cake—the mistress and her hefty life insurance policy.

With a smirk, you loaded the boat with the evidence of your carefully crafted plan. After all, taking out a life insurance policy shortly before someone's demise raises more than a few eyebrows. It's a motive so strong, it practically screams guilt. And that policy? It's as circumstantial as it gets, proof that the suspect knew the end was near.

THE STATE COURT

WILLOW’S CREEK – AFTERNOON

You sat beside Tim as the trial reached its climax. Despite the defense's best efforts, they couldn't shake the suspicion surrounding you. But proving it? That was a different story altogether.

As the jury delivered their verdict, condemning her to a lifetime behind bars, you stood outside the courthouse, watching the chaos unfold. Cameras flashed, reporters clamored for a statement, but you remained composed, a smug smirk playing at your lips. Tim stood steadfast by your side, his arm draped protectively around your waist, a silent testament to his unwavering loyalty.

Then she saw you, desperation flashing in her eyes as she lunged forward, restrained by the police. "You did this! It was you!" she screamed, her accusations falling on deaf ears.

Arms folded across your chest, you merely smirked as she was ushered into a patrol car. She may believe you're guilty, but without proof, her words were nothing but empty threats.

Tim pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, and you leaned into his embrace, knowing that together, you were untouchable.

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Imagine you found a job at a movie company, upon which you are hired to be the director’s assistant. It was when you came across to Hayden Christensen. Things might’ve gone out of hand before you know…

Warnings: none; fluff all the way.

Recommendations: “Gasoline” by HAIM feat Taylor Swift; “Overpass Grafitti” by Ed Sheeran.

***

You graduated at the University Y/C with good grades. You’ve spent five years dedicating to studies, doing some internship here and then. All the while you’ve been under constant pressure of finding a job.

Specially now. What was your life going to be? Just recently you’ve moved in with a friend, so the two of you were sharing an apartment in the city of Y/C. It was a good thing you disassociated with how much your family had been meddling in your life.

You were now having the first challenges of your adult life such as having responsibilities that didn’t let you sleep well. How’d you pay your bills if only recently you’ve been dismissed from your internship? Were you content with what you were having right now? What were your perspectives? You barely slept because anxiety came as a result.

Your friend was understandable and supportive, though. The moment you talked about it, she said she could handle until you found a job. You didn’t think it was fair to her to pay everything herself, so you sent your curriculums at every company possible, even if it was out of your area.

“How a bright student comes to this?” You asked yourself. You used to be a big nerd with great expectations led upon you. But well, what was the point dwelling in the past?

Then you saw an announcement online claiming a movie company was hiring. You clicked it. Why not? After checking everything properly so you wouldn’t be made yourself a fool online, you tried again.

Within days, however, you’d get your answer. Looks like your prayers were finally answered.

***

Your first day as director’s assistant was good. Despite your insecurities, all went well. You were acquainted mostly with the production’s crew. The movie you were about to be part of was of a futuristic kind—not your favorite genre, but if you were getting paid why’d that stop you?

Despite the friendly conversations here and there, you found yourself too shy to get included in what you perceived to be groups of people at the section of work. You hated to feel out of place so you decided to have lunch by yourself. It was precisely when this fall, handsome man spotted you.

That day you had your hair tied in a bun on top of your head with two locks dropping each side. You were wearing glasses, but even so you were always wearing some make up: the favorite color to paint your lips was usually red. It often made you feel red. You were also wearing a long sleeve white blouse, paired with jeans and sneakers. You didn’t think you were above average in many ways. Hence the surprise of why the owner of such beautiful blue eyes decided to sit at your table and join you for the lunch.

“Hey, how’s it going? I hope you don’t mind me sitting here.” He smiled, kindly.

You couldn’t remember who he was, despite the familiarity. Certainly he wasn’t part of the post production crew or something of the sort. But before you could overthink the matter, you offered him a smile:

“It’s all well, thank you. Not at all, be my guest.” You wanted to ask some questions, because, as your roommate said, that’s how one made friends. But maybe cat had your tongue.

“I’m Hayden, by the way.” He introduced himself. “You look new here. Is it your first day?”

Perplexed by how friendly and genuine he was being to you, a small smirk twisted in the corner of your lips. You nodded your head before presenting yourself.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.” You paused to have a sip of your coke. “How’d you know?”

“I’m familiar with the crew. These are nice people, you’ll see for yourself soon. Firsts days are usually tough.” He told you, so natural, so… open.

Such a good aura he had, you could feel it beyond his handsomeness. But you tried to ignore the physical attraction for your own sake.

“Thank you, Hayden. That’s kind of you. How long have you been working here?”

“I work by contract. I don’t think I’ll be here more than a few months. I’m sure you’ll be fine. Give it time.”

The conversation was interrupted as Hayden was called to attend a make up section. The two of you parted ways, and your eyes lingered a little too much after him. As if he felt it, he turned right in time to caught you. A smirk was seen as he waved at you, much to your dismay.

Bloody hell.

***

The rest of the day was easier to deal with: you were instructed to review the screenplay before giving it to the director and to make notes about certain scenes whose ideas he was sharing to you.

In the end it was a long day. All you wanted was to get back home, eat and fall asleep. You went outdoors, so distracted that you barely noticed the stairs as you opened the door. As a result, you misstepped and fell.

“Oh damn!” You groaned. Would’ve been funnier had it not been tragic. You came to find out you twisted your ankle as you tried to stand up.

“Hey, Y/N! Are you okay?” Hayden was leaving with his car from the garage when he saw how you stumbled and fell.

You couldn’t have been redder.

“Yes, thank you.” But a painful expression betrayed you.

Hayden raised an eyebrow.

“You don’t look well. Come on, let me drive you…” he was about to say ‘home’ when he noticed your difficulties to walk. “uh…hospital.”

“No!” You were quick to protest. “Please, mr Hayden, you don’t have to. I’ll be fine and…”

You were about to walk when you tumbled again. Thankfully, Hayden saved you. You swore you’d never blush furiously as you were now. Hayden noticed it though and he found adorable. He smiled.

“Come on, miss H/N. Don’t be stubborn. I have nothing to do today anyway.”

You sided eye him, but before you knew he was helping you to get in the car.

“How the hell did you manage to twist your ankle?” Hayden laughed quietly.

You put your tongue out at him.

“It’s not something I did willingly. I just…” you shrugged, a soft smirk popping up in your lips. “I suppose I was blessed being disastrous as hell.”

He gave you a long look, amusement filled in his irises. They were blue.

“I know that well. It’s a dangerous trait to possess”, said Hayden. “How would you get home in your state had I not showed up to rescue you?”

“A prince now, he?” You joked, refusing to look at him. He was still the very responsible for your blush. “I would get an Uber. I mean I don’t live very far from here.”

“Where do you live?”

“At Y/C.” You explained how to get there. “It’s not a very fancy neighborhood, but it’s all right.”

Hayden laughed again. He was parking the car as you engaged in a nice thread. The hospital was really near to your work, you noticed.

“Do I look like a fancy boy to you? I have no patience whatsoever to these things. If you asked me, I’d rather live away from all of this. As a matter of a fact, I have a farm.”

Wasn’t he a man full of surprises? You raised an eyebrow at him.

“No way.”

But there was little time to dwell on the matter since he was now dragging you to the hospital, clearly ignoring your protests. All the while you were waiting for the doctor to check your ankle, you appreciated his kindness. To be honest, you couldn’t tell why there were so many people giving him looks.

Hayden knew you were oblivious to his celebrity station, which entertained him. How come a director’s assistant had no idea of who he was? But he said nothing, willing to see how far this would go.

“A farmer, uh?” You brought the topic back after thanking him for his kindness in staying with you. It seemed that night would be a long one.

“Yeah. I raise sheeps in a farm I owe in Canada. When I’m not working there, it’s where I go with my daughter.”

You had to blink. Wait, what? A daughter? Well, this must mean something.

You never thought you were a fool for considering there might be some flirtation in his good manners. You reprehended yourself for your wishful thinkings.

Putting yourself together, you said in a playful tone:

“Oh, you have a daughter? I thought you were quite young for being a father”.

Hayden chuckled. However, there was a glint of mischief in his eyes when he perceived how easily your cheeks went red.

“Ha, if only. I appreciate though, but I’ve turned 41 recently.” Before he was about to tell you the identity of his daughter’s mother, you were finally summoned to the office.

As you went by, accompanied by Hayden, you began to question yourself. Since when did you generalize male behavior? Based on your terrible experience? You were in your mid 20’s, you should have known better.

“Young lady, how did you manage to twist your ankle?” Said the doctor, much to your embarrassment.

“If I told you, sir, you’d laugh.” You answered, chuckling nervously.

“It was, in fact, a very amusing situation.” Hayden agreed with you.

You could only roll your eyes. By the end of the day, all went well as it should be. It was close to midnight when Hayden dropped you off.

“Please, be careful next time.”

“I was so exhausted that my mind went black.” Now that you plastered your foot, you’d agree that your fall was terribly amusing. If it was someone else, you’d laugh your ass off.

Ugh. Busted by my conscience.

You two laughed.

“Thank you, though. You were very kind. And I hope your…” were you about to say wife? “…daughter is not angry at me for taking much of your time.”

Hayden could not help a chuckle at your words. So adorable.

“It’s all right. I’m only picking her up on the weekends.”

You were so tired that you did not pay attention to that detail. All you wanted was to go to bed. Perhaps seeing how exhausted you were that Hayden said:

“Hey, I could always talk to your boss about your absence tomorrow if you like.”

You were just opening the door when he said that. As tempting as that was, today was your first day. You’d not risk be dismissed right away.

“Oh no. It’s fine. I’m going tomorrow, but thank you.” You smiled. “Aren’t you a sweetheart?”

Did you just make Hayden blush? Maybe not, that couldn’t be.

“You are stubborn, Y/N. But seriously though, the doctor did recommend you to stay home for two weeks and..”

“Nah, I’m fine.” You giggled. “Thank you for the ride. Good night, Hayden.”

“Night, Y/N.”

You didn’t turn to see if he was waiting for you to cross the door and walk in your apartment safe and sound. If you did, you’d notice his blue eyes following your moves, making sure that you’d go straight to your home.

Hayden looked at the steering wheel, fingertips tipping on top of it. He’d recently divorced, there were wounds that needed time to heal. Though he could not deny he was physically attracted to you, and perhaps you too, Hayden had an instinct that you were… special.

The mere thought had him shivers over his back. Shit, what am I doing? He shook his head and turned the keys before driving back home. Hayden decided there was too much going on for him.

***

You hated to be the center of people’s attention. The moment you stepped inside your job the next day, you were forced to deal with a wave of people concerned over you. Suddenly, everyone of the sector you worked were shoving you with questions. It was all for gossip purpose, you knew it, but why not telling them what they wanted to hear? Your fall was pathetic to say the least.

And there you were, about to take a seat next to your boss when he said you should be at home.

“Look at you, girl! Why on earth are you here?”

“I need my paycheck”, you said in a playful tone even though this wasn’t a lie. “I promise I’ll behave.”

After convincing him you were there to perform your job, but agreeing you’d not make so many moves, the rest of the day went out just fine. Except by the part you were expecting to find Hayden there.

Why, why’d you expect that? He was your friend if anything. Stop acting like a teenage girl full of hormones.

But perhaps it was moved by your hormones that you’ve downloaded “Tinder” on your phone. And just as you were swiping left because no guy was this interesting, you heard his voice:

“So, on tinder now, are we?”

You rolled your eyes at him, but a smile came to your lips before you knew.

“It’s good to see you too. I’m doing great, thank you for asking”, you jested whilst keeping your phone on your purse.

Hayden laughed as he took a seat across from yours. That day he was wearing a white blouse and jeans. His hair was short, though a curl here and curl there charmed him. His eyes were also twinkling mischievously.

“Why should I ask when you, the stubborn one, are found right here when the doctor told you to stay home?”

“And then what? Losing my job? I’ll pass the opportunity, thanks.”

You laughed all the while you’ve exchanged ironies with each other. He was so easy going and his sense of humor matched yours. And that was how you ended up becoming good friends with him.

***

Oh but the day you found out he was not merely any Hayden who might’ve worked with the crew, but the Hayden Christensen whose scenes were being directed by your boss got you completely… what better word to describe it? Fangirling? Hell no, that was so unfitting. Perhaps, overwhelmed would say best.

“You’ve never told me you were the one who portrayed Anakin Skywalker, alias Darth Vader.” You told him the day he was taking you to have some coffee post work.

He laughed at your reaction. A game he was mostly amused to play with you. You were all…nervous? Just to be around him.

“What? I’m just an actor. I’m surprised you haven’t noticed that before”, he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Well I may be slow”, you told him, embarrassed. “I’d like to say in my defense I’m a pisces born lady.”

Hayden laughed louder this time. You’ve never felt burning red as you were that moment. If you were an actress, you’d be the leading role of a movie like Princess Diaries.

“Are we heading to these star signs? Hold on..” he parked the car close to “Starbucks”. He opened the door and helped you going to the store. Two months and you still had that thing in your feet. “You are not telling me you buy these shit, do you?”

“Eh… that depends.” You were telling him distractedly. Your phone buzzed: some guy matched you and sent a message. For now you ignored though. “I see astrological map as a way to get know oneself better and deeper.”

Hayden crossed his arms in disbelief.

“Really?”

“Yes. You may look at me as skeptically as you like, but it’s been useful for me.” You smirked at him.

“How so?” He asked curiously. Hayden usually didn’t take things seriously, but he also captured all the moments you were passionated about determined topics. So he appreciated to listen to you. “Please carry on. But first… we need some coffee.”

You chuckled.

“I’ll wait…”

As you did so, you picked your phone and began texting this handsome guy you matched on Tinder. Hayden turned his head to make a joke about something silly—but the kind of silly he knew you’d appreciate—when he saw that he was not the reason why you were smiling.

Why should he be disturbed by the sight of you texting excitedly and smiling down at the phone? The two of you were friends. If so, I shouldn’t be bothered by sentiments of jealousy.

Yet, wasn’t his choice to never let things go the other way around? That he had a chance and he missed it costed his pride.

For now, Hayden cared nothing about it. Once he brought the coffees to the table, he slided one to you as he sipped his. It was hot, and he may have burnt his tongue.

“Are you okay?” You asked him when noticing he was suddenly too quiet.

“Yeah.” He said casually. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because you are behaving weirdly.” You dropped the phone. “Has something happened, Hayd?”

“Hayd?” The man was brought to smile against his will. “What kind of short name is that?”

“One specially made for you.” You teased him, pleased to make him laugh. For a moment you were this close to be concerned.

“Well it’s not one really good, is it?”

“I don’t care.” You stared playfully. “It’s on it, Hayd.”

He smiled and so did you. You couldn’t help yourselves, could you?

***

A few months went on and your friendship was strong enough for you to confide him about this date you were having on Friday.

“Friday?! Friday is the celebration of the company. I thought you were coming.” Hayden protested. “Ewan is coming too, in case you were wondering.”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“What are you suggesting, Mr Christensen?”

“That you are overly fond of ‘Star Wars’. You really didn’t need to put the Darth Vader’s mask and feigned my voice to tell my daughter that I was her father.”

You laughed so loud at the memory that people at the coffeeshop turned their heads at you. Hayden laughed too, however far more discreetly than you. That day he was referring to was the one you went with him to pick his daughter because his ex-wife would leave work later that day. It was the first time you met his little girl and the two of you got along pretty well. You came to find out Hayden had a Darth Vader’s mask somewhere and used to play with his daughter. Much to his dismay. Which was all the more entertaining.

Barely you knew he loved watching you bond with his little girl. It might have awakened something within him.

“It was so funny, Hayd!” You giggled uncontrollably. “Brie Rose agreed! She told me my voice did manage to sound like yours.”

“What should I think about that?” Hayden chuckled. “She did like you, though. I appreciate you managed to distract her even if it was to the point where she forgot to do her homework.”

You smiled. That day your hair was down in curls, a vision he appreciated.

“Why thank you. If you need a nanny, you can always call on me.” But then you said: “So Obi-Wan Kenobi is going to be there, uh?”

Hayden rolled his eyes, but his smile was still there. You found yourself enjoying more than enough how his smile was warm and embellished him.

Uh-oh. Deadly territory.

Specially when his eyes met yours.

“So. Does that mean you’re cancelling your date?”

“I’m not so sure. I was considering taking him.” You said, unsure if that was what you said because his smile faded away.

“Whatever you say…”

“You know, if it was a costume party, I’d go dressed as Padmé. Would that make you less moody?”

Hayden sighed heavily.

“I do hate how easily you made me smile, evil creature.”

You giggled, your heart softened for seeing all was good. But why should you be concerned with that?

***

You shouldn’t take a stranger to the date. As it matter of a fact, you changed your mind. The company feast was an occasion too much a big of deal to bring a guy you’ve never seen before.

But for that event, you’d have to wear a fancy dress. Unwillingly so.

“If I may say so”, your friend and roommate was the one fixing your hair and borrowing you a gown. “You were never content with the friendship Hayden offered you. And I don’t think he was either. I saw how he looked at you when he was here the first time. Hayden is in love with you as you are with him.”

You may have blushed but you refused the idea. Frantically so.

“You are making things up.” You denied that because you wouldn’t like to end up hurt. “I won’t feed myself with nonsenses.”

“Are you admitting you are in love with him?” Your friend asked with eyebrows raised.

Your pink cheeks often betrayed you…

***

Hayden was talking to Ewan and his wife about the party. Jokes here, jokes there, his eyes were pulled somewhere else and there stayed.

You were dressing magnificently in a silver gown with details in black. Your hair was loose in long curls. Your make up was simple but effective. All eyes were on you, but you barely seemed to notice.

“I think you shouldn’t miss the chance when it’s knocking at your door”, said Ewan when seeing the reason why his friend was suddenly distracted.

“What?” He said. “No, no. I was simply…”

“Admiring her? The one whose name you spoke at least thrice a day?” Ewan laughed. “Come now, been there, done that.”

“Yeah, but…”

Ewan placed a hand over his shoulder and said:

“Life’s too short to be wasted on fears and “what ifs”. Go on. I have a feeling she’s been waiting for you.”

Hayden hesitated, but eventually he did so.

***

You’ve never felt so out of place as you were now. Amongst celebrities, rich people, you didn’t feel like you were part of this world. Though you greeted them for some minutes because of your boss, eventually you grabbed a champagne and stayed outside. The cold wind blew against your hair and you were haunted by a disappointment.

Why?

You weren’t sure. It was when he found you.

“I thought you’d be inside having some fun.” His voice made you smile. Maybe you turned a little too fast.

Hayden was not too far from you. He’d been watching you from afar and when seeing you were disappointed with something, he decided to make himself seen.

“It’s too loud and too rich for me.” You said, smiling when he laughed.

“I get that feeling.” He paused to have a sip on his champagne. “Where’s your date boy?”

You slapped his arm playfully.

“I don’t have one. I cancelled.”

He sensed there were words that you choked in your throat. Hayden wished you were…more loose in regards to that. Was he any more different, though?

“I’m glad you did.” He placed his champagne on the table and took yours from your hands too. “I can’t take this anymore, Y/N.”

You looked at him surprised.

“What are you saying?”

“I’ve made myself a fool in these last months. I made me believe your friendship was all that I contented myself with, but it’s a lie.” He lifted your chin. “I want more. If you allow me, I’ll show you how.”

You melted in his arms. A smile slowly began to spread upon your lips.

“I want you.”

Hayden smiled as he leant forward when pressing you against his body.

“I want you too.”

It was when he finally kissed you.

***

Epilogue.

Hayden watched as you ran around the house playing with his daughter. A smile ran over his lips as he prepared breakfast.

He had a surprise for you. Though he was more practical than anything—he could hear you teasing about his aries personality, deprived of patience—he was still a romantic. As Ewan would often say about him, chivalry was not dead when it was about Hayden.

So there you were at his favorite house in the Canadian farm where green painted the landscape you loved, giving peace to you both. Dressed in warm, cozy clothes—red and black pajamas, in fact—you were chasing your boyfriend’s daughter when you head him say:

“Breakfast’s ready!”

You managed eventually to grab the little princess and took with you downstairs where her father was waiting.

“The most beautiful women in the world. Aren’t I lucky?” Hayden said when greeting you both.

“You are the sweetest my dear. Why, I could never compete with Brie, right?” You told her, tickling her sides as she giggled.

You felt his loving gaze set upon you, wishing to return but Brie stole your attention. It was right in the midst of jokes, simplicities and love that your dream would come true.

As Brie came to give you a bouquet of white roses, you were delightedly surprised to find a velvet box in it. When you opened it, Hayden came right behind you. He turned you at him, and his smile only spread when he saw the happiness blurring your eyes with tears.

“Will you marry me, Y/N?”

“Yes, my love. A thousand times yes!”

So he kissed you, sealing thus a promise you two made. It was the beginning of a fairy tale for you…

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