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venuslore · 2 months

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𖥔 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 𖥔

summary ; your valentine’s day takes a turn when what you think is just a surprise from peter turns out to be a lot more than you bargained for.

pairing ; mcu!peter parker x fem!reader

notes ; fluff, some mentions of anxiety, but mostly just peter being an oblivious lil himbo baby! this is a repost from my old acc x

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with valentine’s day just around the corner, it was easy to find yourself paranoid about the entire holiday and what exactly it meant for you and peter.

while for most people, it was a celebration of love and being able to embrace that, for you, it had become an anxiety-induced menace of a day that had you second-guessing everything.

the worst part of all was that you and peter technically weren’t together.

yet, as the days grew closer and you continued to get your hopes up, it was hard not to feel disheartened when he hadn’t uttered a single word about it. leading you to wonder if he had even given it any thought or if you were simply just getting in over your head about the whole thing.

to any stranger passing you by on the street and witnessing just how affectionate you were with each other, you looked like a couple. heck, you had even shared the occasional kiss, sometimes a little more, and on days when you would go to his apartment to study, it was never long before you’d find yourself snuggling in his bed while he tried to do homework over the top of you.

you never really cared to put a label on your situationship until now, and mostly because you didn’t think you had to.

but when the day finally arrives and peter was yet to exhibit any efforts in the name of romance, you were devastated.

“so, he really hasn’t said anything?” mj asks as you head to your locker, having just finished your last class of the day.

“nope. not a word,” you shake your head.

with her brows furrowing into a scowl, mj exhales, “man, i really thought he would have. i mean… it’s peter. the dude is literally the biggest softie i have ever met.”

despite the sadness you were feeling, you couldn’t help but crack a smile at your best friend’s words. she was the only one that knew how strongly you felt for peter.

after all, she was the one to point it out.

“i don’t know, maybe i’m just looking too much into it?” you lift your shoulders into a shrug at the same time you reach your locker.

“well, speak of the devil,” mj gestures towards the end of the hallway where peter and ned had just rounded the corner.

it only takes them a moment to catch sight of you, and when they do, peter beams with a smile and waves before heading in your direction. even as they passed by multiple girls carrying flowers and the various heart-shaped decorations scattered all over the halls, peter still hadn’t noticed.

“hey! ned and i were talking about going back to mine to study for that test we have coming up, and maybe watch a movie. you guys in?” he asks, tugging on the straps of his bag, completely ignorant to his surroundings.

it was like he had forgotten about the holiday’s existence altogether, or he was actively trying to avoid it. but why?

“i can’t. i, uh, i actually have a date tonight,” mj says, tucking her hair behind her ear as all eyes turn in her direction.

“wait, what? with who?” you ask, this being the first you were hearing about it. honestly, you were surprised she had even told you at all.

shaking her head, she looks down at her feet and shrugs, “just this guy. it doesn’t matter. but, uh, y/n is free tonight so… there’s that.”

the second the words leave her lips, peter’s attention returns to you. and you weren’t entirely sure, but it almost looked like he was relieved that you had no plans.

a small smile dangled on the corner of his mouth, and his deep brown eyes softened as they met yours. “oh, okay. well, uh, do you want to join us?” he sort of fumbles over his words.

while it wasn’t exactly what you had imagined spending the most romantic day of the year with peter would be like, it beat having to sit at home alone wallowing in your own self-pity. even if it was with the person causing it… and ned.

you open your mouth to speak when you’re interrupted by ned’s phone.

“actually, change of plans,” he says. “it’s betty… and she wants to see a movie tonight.”

“i thought you two broke up?” mj narrows her eyes with confusion.

“we did… but maybe she wants to get back together?” he turns to peter with hopeful eyes, and after a moment, the other boy gives him a nudge.

“dude, go!” he laughs. and just like that, ned rushes down the hall in search of betty, leaving the three of you dumbfounded as you let out a chorus of chuckles.

“on that note, i better get going too,” mj says once the laughter faded into sighs and points the same way ned had gone. “i’ll see you losers monday. have fun, studying.”

rolling your eyes, you wave goodbye to the girl, as the thought of being alone with peter all night creeps into your mind.

the idea alone causes your heart to fasten, thrumming loudly in your ears as your mouth becomes dry with nerves. it wasn’t like you at all to be so anxious around peter, and so much so that you almost couldn’t think straight. he was typically the one person you went to when you needed things to slow down, not make them difficult.

you try to play off the effect he was having on you as you close your locker and swing your bag over your shoulder, but the second your gaze meets his again, it only seems to amplify.

“so, it looks like it’s just you and me,” he shuffles awkwardly on his feet, tightening his grip on his bag straps once more.

“uh, yeah. looks like it.” you smile, swallowing the ball that had formed in your throat, and the two of you slowly head towards the exit.

the walk back to his apartment is quiet at first, but the second peter starts talking about the chemistry assignment he had coming up, there was no stopping him. though, you couldn’t shake the feeling like he was purposely trying to prolong the walk.

he insisted that you take the longer route, which you never do, and he even slowed down his pace through the park. and as you were passing the deli-grocery, he stopped off to buy you both a sandwich, which wasn’t completely out of the ordinary, but it did add another fifteen minutes to your time.

it was like he didn’t want to get back to the apartment, like the thought of being fully alone with you was something he didn’t want to partake in.

when you do finally reach the apartment, however, he fumbles to unlock the door and almost drops the keys in the process, but the second it’s open, you’re hesitant to even step inside. you had been there a million times before but this time, for whatever reason, felt different.

you wondered if it really were such a good idea for you to be there, to be alone with him when he was clearly opposed to the idea. which was odd considering he had been the one to initiate you going over there in the first place.

“do you want a drink or anything?” he asks as he passes the kitchen to put his bag in his room.

most days, you would follow him straight to his room, sometimes even beating him there, but with how he had been acting, it just didn’t feel right. so you lingered in the living room instead.

at least, until he pops his head out of the door, and with a reassuring smile surfacing on his lips, he gestures for you to follow.

“we’ve got water, juice or soda?” he asks as you enter the room, dropping his bag at the foot of his bed.

“water is fine,” you nod.

“okay, give me a sec,” he nods back, and having to cram past you to get out of the door, his hand runs down your arm so to not squish you. the touch immediately sends a pulse throughout your body, causing you to let out a small gasp.

you were just grateful peter was far enough away that he hadn’t heard it, or if he did, he didn’t show it.

with peter leaving you alone in his room, you take the chance to take it all in like you hadn’t been there before. you drop your bag beside his and slip out of your jacket before falling into a stupor on his bed.

peter’s room had always been comforting to you, though, since the blip, it didn’t quite feel like it was his anymore.

like everyone else that tragically disappeared, peter lost the majority of his belongings, as did you, but he no longer had any of his action figures or comic books. even the nerdy science posters that you would pick on him for, or his lego models - all the things that made peter’s room… his… was all gone.

shaking away the thoughts, you bury yourself in the comfort of his sheets, letting your fingers dance across the cotton as you wait for him to return. but when you move to grab your phone from your jacket pocket, something in the corner of your eye catches your attention.

it was the smallest glimmer of something red inside his closet, and the door was only open a crack, but it was enough to make your thoughts go wild.

was it possible that peter had bought you something for valentine’s day and this whole thing was just a ruse to get you alone with him? were ned and mj in on it? or had he decided against it, thinking that maybe it was too much, and that’s why it was hidden away in his closet?

perhaps that was why he had been acting so strange and why he had been pretending like today was nothing but any other regular day?

however, before you get the chance to relieve your suspicions, peter walks back in with two glasses of water, and when he sees that you had already made yourself comfortable, he draws in his bottom lip as a nervous smile takes hold of his features.

“something tells me you have absolutely no intention of studying,” he shakes his head.

“something tells me you’re right.” you pat the spot beside you, and he obliges, pulling his laptop from the desk beside the bed and finding a movie for you both to watch.

while you enjoyed laying with peter in comfortable silence, watching the film he had chosen, you couldn’t stop thinking about what was in his closet. the tiny sliver of red teasing you from between the slats, begging for you to confront it.

nevertheless, it takes two hours for peter to finally leave the room again, and within that time, he hadn’t mentioned it at all. which only made you all the more curious.

so the second he stepped out of the room, you set into motion to find out what it was he was hiding. and you knew you shouldn’t have, but not knowing was killing you, and you simply couldn’t help yourself.

you tip-toe across the floor, avoiding the creaky spot in the middle, and after a deep breath, you slowly open the door. though, what you were expecting to be a heart-shaped balloon or a cute stuffed animal that said something like ‘be my valentine?’ on the front, was far from what you had imagined.

instead, hanging on the metal rod was a suit. a suit that you would recognise absolutely anywhere with it’s distinct red and black colours, and who could forget the unmistakable mask with its intricate detailing.

then it hits you, and a shiver of realisation rolls down your spine.

setting out a gasp, you drop the suit to the floor and stumble back into the bed, knocking over a book in the process. you couldn’t believe what you had just discovered, and you barely get a moment to collect yourself before peter comes running to the door.

“hey, are you-” he stops the second he sees the suit, his smile falling as he takes in your bewildered state and it transforms into a look of horror.

“peter, i-”

“shit,” he exhales, cutting you off as he reaches for the material and throws it back into his closet as fast as he can, despite knowing that the damage was already done. “don’t look at that. that’s nothing. completely and totally nothing.”

“peter, was that - are you?” you try to get the words out, but you’re still in so much shock that it seems near impossible to do so.

“no. nope. It’s not…” he shakes his head rapidly, leaning against the closet now. “it was, uh, it was a gift from may. she knows i like superheroes, so, y'know?”

“peter…”

“it’s nothing, really. i promise. it was just a-”

“peter…”

“i was thinking of maybe even wearing it for halloween this year, what do you think? you could go as black widow, or umm, captain marvel?”

“peter!” this time when you say his name, he stops talking, realising that there was no way he was going to get out of this. and if he did, it would be a miracle. but you were smart, smart enough not to believe the nonsense that was pouring out of his mouth, and know that this was for real.

his head falls with defeat, and he drags himself to sit beside you. the air was heavy now, filled with worry as he tried to choose his words carefully. there were only so many ways you could tell someone you had a secret identity being a superhero and he had wanted to do it perfectly - but most importantly, not like this.

“look, i - i hated not being able to tell you but if everyone knew who i was then my life wouldn’t be the same anymore."

"but, this is me we’re talking about peter. i’m the same person that knows you still wear star wars underwear, and that you secretly love it when i choose to watch twilight on movie night.” you sigh, shoulders slumping slightly. “you can tell me anything.”

his eyes soften at your remark, and the ghost of a smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “i know, but i wanted… i wanted to keep you safe. there are bad guys out there that would like to come after spider-man and you knowing who i am, only puts you in danger."

"who else knows?"

"may, ned and… mj.”

“mj?” you retort.

“to be fair, i didn’t tell her. she worked it out herself and i swore her to secrecy so don’t be angry at her for not telling you.” he raises a finger to further prove his point. “i was actually planning on telling you about it tonight, but every time i thought about it, i got nervous and i couldn’t do it.”

“so that’s why you’ve been acting so weird?” you ask, nudging the boy’s shoulder playfully as relief washes over you. “and here i am thinking that it was me. the only reason i looked in your closet was because i… i thought… never mind it’s stupid.”

he chuckles, “no. you have to tell me now!”

you let your head fall back for a moment, and after letting out a deep breath, you sway your head back down. “okay. i saw the red through the cracks and i thought that maybe… it was a valentine’s day present. i know we never really put a label on… us… but i just, i don’t know, i thought that maybe that’s where we were and-”

your words turn into muffles as peter presses his lips to yours in a swift movement, and you’re taken back by his actions but you don’t push him off. your body feels electric and you kiss him back with a smile, sinking into it more before he pulls away.

he doesn’t pull back much, and instead, rests his forehead against yours as you both try to catch your breath. your heart thumps in your chest and you’re still so close that you were sharing the same air.

peter had kissed you many of times before, some of them turning into heated make-out sessions but this was different to any of those. this had purpose.

“sorry, you were rambling and i couldn’t help myself.” a coy smile flashes across his face for a moment, before being replaced with a look of uncertainty. “was that enough for you to see how i feel about you? or would you rather i change my relationship status too? or i could just post to the entire world about how much i love you?”

upon hearing the words, you pull away and a shallow gasp escapes you. you weren’t sure if peter had meant to say it, but whether he did or not, it was out there now and your heart pangs inside your chest as your stomach fills with butterflies.

“you love me?” you say between breaths and disbelief in your eyes.

he lets out a nervous laugh as his cheeks redden, and his fingers play with the folds of his shirt. “i mean, yeah… you’re kinda my favourite person in existence. it’d be hard not to.”

“really?”

he nods and walks back over to the closet. “yeah. also if you had of looked in the other side of my closet you would’ve seen this…"

you watch as he opens the closet door to reveal a beautiful bouquet of white and red flowers all wrapped up in bright red paper.

"i was going to give it to you when i told you about… y'know…” he widens his eyes. “but you sort of did that for me… plus, there was also this.”

this time he pulls out a small bag, something that you’d find at a jewellery store, and hands it to you. you look to him as though to be asking permission to open it, and he nods, gesturing for you to do so before leaning against his desk.

“it’s not a lot, and i’ve been saving for a while now to get it for you, but if you don’t like it then we can exchange it or get something else…”

opening the bag, you find a small box with gold detailing around the sides. and when you open it, inside sits a bracelet decorated with charms, but the one in the middle, that you can’t really see unless you’re looking close enough is a 'p’.

after a moment of basking in the sentiment of it all, you lean back and give him a warm smile.

“i love it,” you say, tears slowly starting to brim your eyes as your mouth involuntarily starts to crease. “and i love you.”

“yeah?” peter’s brows twitch, his eyes never leaving yours, and he lifts your palm to his lips for a feather-light kiss. he barely touches you, but it sets your skin alight.

then all of your focus is on him as you stand to meet him, enveloping him in another kiss. hands moving along his chest to fall behind his neck as he wraps his own around your waist and holds you tight. pulling you as close to him as humanly possible.

when you do finally pull apart, he clasps the bracelet around your wrist before you slide your fingers through his, savouring the warmth of his skin against yours.

“so, since you have two identities does that mean i get double the love?” you let out a small chuckle and peter matches it.

“i think i could manage that.” he says and places one more kiss on the tip of your nose.

#— ꒰ ‧ ₊˚ vee daydreams ˖꙳‧ ꒱#peter parker ᰔ #peter parker x reader #peter parker x fem!reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #peter parker oneshot #peter parker one shot #peter parker imagine #peter parker fic #peter parker fluff

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crystallinestars · 8 months

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Dancing With Neuvillette

Neuvillette x fem!reader

While attending a ball in Fontaine, Neuvillette notices you standing off to the side, sampling the desserts on the buffet table. You looked absolutely stunning in your white and blue gown, and Neuvillette considered it his duty to greet you as your friend.

He gives you a polite greeting to catch your attention, and complimented your beautiful appearance. Though his words may seem like common courtesy during such formal occasions, Neuvillette genuine meant them from his heart. Your surprised eyes and round cheeks stuffed with cake didn’t detract from your beauty. If anything, they only made you look even more adorable in his eyes.

Happy to have someone you know to talk to at the ball, you engage Neuvillette into simple conversation with a bright smile, and your radiant visage fills him with a tenderness he usually only experiences when interacting with the Melusines.

Onlookers marvel at how the usually stern and elusive Chief Justice appears so amicable around you. The gentle smile on his face softens his features into something almost tender and affectionate.

When the orchestra starts playing a waltz, you watch as couples pair up and begin dancing along to the music. Their movements are mesmerizing, and you can’t help but want to join in the fun, however you don’t have a dance partner, and don’t want to inconvenience the Chief Justice by asking him to a dance.

Neuvillette notices the your longing look directed at the dance floor, and immediately understands what you want. Catching your attention once more, he asks if you want to join him for this dance before extending his hand out towards you. The way your eyes light up at his invitation makes his heart skip a beat, but he masks his feelings and gently takes your hand in his before leading you to the dance floor.

At first, you’re a little shy to be in such close proximity to Neuvillette. You feel small next to him, fully aware of your smaller hand engulfed in his larger one, and his other hand placed firmly against your waist, pulling you close to his body.

As Neuvillette guides you along to the music, you grow more comfortable and less stiff, enjoying dancing with the handsome man immensely. The two of you twirled and glided along the ballroom in slow yet graceful movements, your skirts billowing around you in a captivating sight that drew the eyes of the people around them.

You didn’t pay the stares any mind, too wrapped up in enjoying the dance and gazing into Neuvillette’s beautiful eyes, meanwhile the Chief Justice kept his gaze focused only on you with that same gentle smile on his face.

The two of you didn’t exchange any words, simply enjoying this short moment of respite from your busy lives to bask in a truly enchanting moment, feeling more drawn to each other than ever before. And if time allows, perhaps you would meet up again in such a dance, where it will be just the two of you and the starry sky above to witness your mutual words of love sealed with a kiss under the starlight.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #neuvillette x reader #apologies for the title #I’m at work and can’t think of anything better at the moment

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comradekatara · 4 months

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i do feel kind of bad for the person who made that biggest bottles post because she was far from the only person who shipped makorra and was really pissed off, loudly, on the internet for months after the lok finale aired. i remember this due to the sheer schadenfreudic glee i used to feel scrolling through people’s rants about how makorra was supposed to be endgame and korrasami was just lazy pandering to seem progressive and wasn’t even established well, unlike makorra, who were clearly perfect for each other if you only ignored the majority of books 1, 2, 3, and 4, including their many fights, fundamental incompatibility as a couple, and their pretty final breakup at the end of book 2.

but people didn’t care about any of that as long as they finally saw the fire nation guy get the water tribe girl. i mean, admittedly, mako is like a slightly more sympathetic zuko (autistic and swagless) and korra is just a slightly more powerful katara, so if you’re into that, i can see the appeal. but at the time, i had no sympathy for makorra shippers, and assumed they all just didn’t get the obvious sublime beauty of korrasami because they were being homophobic and for no other possible reason, so i derived a lot of enjoyment through witnessing their melodramatic shippers' laments.

but we really dogpiled on this one woman in particular, huh? like, her post is a meme to people who have never even seen lok. and her greatest crime was simply liking a straight ship in a show that had never before implied that they knew what gay people are. even among korrasami fans, the percentage of people who genuinely expected it to actually happen onscreen were in the vast minority. nothing like this had ever happened before in a kids’ cartoon. it wasn’t even a decade ago, but 2014 was a vastly different time, and both avatar shows had been painfully heterosexual up until that point.

i expected makorra to happen in the finale, and resigned myself to that eventuality, despite not liking them as a couple. most of us did. so that post is such a beautiful thing specifically because it documents the excitement we all experienced upon witnessing this monumental paradigm shift wherein korrasami had suddenly happened. if you weren’t there, i cannot convey the sheer joy so many of us felt, and the bitter tears of people who really wanted heteronormativity affirmed for the millionth time only further enhanced the rich flavors of our victory soup.

but this woman had no way of knowing that korrasami would happen, and she wasn't actually being intentionally homophobic. her only real crime in this post was displaying questionable taste in ships. yes, of course, we all know that she doubled down hard on her stance after the finale, but if you were being harassed by thousands on the internet for an ultimately insubstantial reason, wouldn't you double down too?

we're only a year away from that post being a decade old. i'm sure she no longer cares about being harassed online back in 2014. but i nevertheless want to clarify something: when i look back on this post today, the joy it brings me is not the joy of schadenfreude, not any more. it is a joy of celebrating the wonder in the unexpected, the poignant affirmation in a beautiful surprise that paved the way for so many other lgbt characters in media. and whether or not she likes that this is how her post has been read over the years, i am celebrating with her, not against her. no one deserves to be subjected to such vindictive mockery for such a truly negligible reason. so i wish her all the best, the author of one of my favorite posts on the entire internet. and i am popping the BIGGEST bottles.

#truly cannot even begin to explain the impact korrasami had on my psyche a decade ago #i know that these days i barely talk about lok but at the time. OH BABY #forget the feudal lord handmaiden shit #i can dredge up lok discourse you’ve never even HEARD of #anyway. tumblr user avatarskorra you will always be famous

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blueaetherr · 1 year

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just a thought

pairing: mason mount x fem!reader [she/her]

warning(s): none

summary: the one where the maid and man of honour talk about the future prospects regarding their relationship

author's note: last one for while 'cause of exams (as if i don't already post irregularly :/), but anyways, enjoy!

Managing the wedding of your friends was definitely a task, especially if it's your first time and you are just one or two people. And as the maid and man of honour, Y/N and Mason had to come to learn that over the last few days.

There was more to learn than anticipated by the pair. It wasn't simply just being paired together as a bridesmaid or groomsman or being the right-hand person for the bride and groom; there was so much to those roles. It was providing emotional support the night before, making sure the wedding wouldn't collapse last minute, advising the bridesmaids and the groomsmen to always act accordingly, being the adults amongst the adults and probably much more.

And when you put all of that together, it was, of course, exhausting and challenging for two people, taking more than enough voice and strength and tolerance. Being the voice of reason for those solvable problems, being the spontaneous therapist moments before the wedding ceremony—they weren't for the weak, one needed strength beyond the physical one to manage well.

But it was okay. 'Cause when it was all said and done—the pre-wedding celebrations, the downtime the night before, the mini breakdowns and moments of doubt before the ceremony—there was the wedding ceremony, and it was wonderful. The bride, the husband, the family and friends and the culture embedded into every last detail of the event, from the decorations to the attires worn by everyone. When you get a result like that, there was no reason to allow any negativity to persevere during a happy moment.

As the day passed quickly, so did the wedding celebrations, from the ceremony and the pictures all the way to the reception that continued well into the night; when Mason and Y/N were finally able to find one another again.

Sitting by the private beach, it was a mellow environment they were given—a nice sight to witness, one easy to picture even with your eyes close. Comfortable with their place in the sand, appropriately loud music from the venue further up to the beach, waves kindly sliding over and under one another, the laughter of kids playing close by the shore accompanied by older siblings acting as babysitters and vibrant and solace everywhere you chose to look.

Mason knocked his knee against her own. "How have you been?"

Upon arriving at the wedding destination, the bridesmaids and the groomsmen were immediately split so they hadn't had much time together. Of course, Mason and Y/N had been seeing each other through the days, passing one another during wedding rehearsals or while passing on messages for the newly-wed couple when they weren't allowed to see each other. Other than that, their reasons for seeing one another wasn't actually rooted in seeing one another; either it was out of coincidence or for the purpose of the wedding.

Y/N swayed her head as she sat up, humming. "How was my day?" She had to say the question out loud to think. All of her thoughts were still fixed to be centred around the bride and her needs. She hadn't really had the time to focus on her own self, to process her own state of mind. "It was... it was really good."

"Is that so?" A smirk began to form across Mason's face. "I'm hearing you ladies went crazy with the bachelorette party, and a certain someone went even crazier. I didn't get any names but I'm gonna assume—

Y/N shoved Mason into the sand, causing him to let a laugh. "And that's how it's gonna stay: an assumption."

Mason took in a deep breath as he sat up, still letting out some of his laughter. "You don't have to hide it, love. I know you well," he picked up the bridal bouquet from the sand, the ever one his girlfriend had caught a little under an hour ago. "I mean, c'mon. We all saw. I even recorded it if you don't remember."

"And I had fun with it, Mason."

"And you had fun with it, of course," he kissed her cheek before offering the bridal bouquet, "that's all that matters."

Without hesitation, Y/N took the bouquet in her hands. She attempted to appear nonchalant about it, trying to observe the flowers in an unbothered manner. Though as soon as they were fully in her grasp, she couldn't help but smile shyly as she let her eyes admire the bundle of flowers, twirling them between her hands in delight and excitement.

And that—her happiness—quickly became Mason's happiness. Not only for the flowers' positive impact on Y/N's mood but also it got Mason wondering and thinking about various things surrounding, well, him and Y/N.

"Does it ever get you thinking about certain things..." Mason played with the sand, "being a maid of honour and all?"

"Thinking about what?" Though as soon as she lifted her eyes, she noticed his eyes on the flowers and then it all came to her. That thing we called marriage. "Oh... about that?"

"Yeah, I guess," Mason shrugged. He wished he could've introduced the conversation a little better. 'Cause it was far too awkward and strained for a topic that required mature adults to be handled with fluency.

"I don't know... Like what?" Y/N, like her partner, was lost in the conversation; lost in what she should say, lost in what about the topic would be discussed, lost in where the conversation would be going 'cause really, it could go in almost any direction.

"Anything. I guess just anything about us in the future," Mason rubbed his palms against his shorts as he inhaled a long breath. "I always wonder, like, if we do stay together and persevere, what will things for us be like? Where will we live? How will our relationship change for the better or worse? How many kids will we—"

Y/N quickly raised her hand, placing it on Mason's shoulder. "Woah, woah, woah, relax there," she said with widened eyes. Suddenly, she was more in tune with the conversation than the last few minutes. "Maybe we're thinking a bit too far into the future."

"Yeah, that was a bit sudden." Mason let himself think for a moment, his eyes wondering on the young kids passing by. "Let me ask a better question: what would you like our wedding to be like?"

"Our wedding? I mean I don't know." And yet all the words would eventually come to her so easily, without much thought. "Something small and nice... like enough for family and friends, but not enough that everyone everyone gotta be there. Maybe somewhere close to home, a cosy picturesque location, you know? Just a place where we could also spend our honeymoon in peace, adventure small towns and villages, and maybe some historical places," Y/N leaned back in her place a bit, "But yeah... that's just me."

"That's the whole point, Y/N. It's your wedding," Mason chuckled as he pulled his girlfriend close to him, "You're supposed to do and have whatever you want."

"I know," she exhaled, too joining with the laughter, one they both found restoring and soothing. It wasn't enough to counter all the stress from the past week, but enough to relax into the conversation just a bit more. "I just didn't anticipate this conversation tonight." Y/N really didn't. After managing the wedding of her friends over the last few weeks, she hadn't really had much time to stop and wonder about her relationship's future and outlook. She turned to Mason and wondered, "What about you? It wouldn't just be my wedding."

"I don't really have anything in mind to be honest. Besides, if it ever comes to it, you know, getting married 'n all—which we will—it doesn't matter what we have or where we are. Luxurious wedding, getting eloped—the part where you say I do is more than enough for me."

Surrounded by vibrant colours and a lovely, mellow environment, the couple turned to one another and found themselves smiling galore at each other, exchanging a lack of words as they observed one another, heads tilted in wonder. In those gazes—in their eyes—there was admiration and happiness and affection that were all genuine and bracing to experience together.

In truth, there was this admiration and happiness and affection because there was a lot of conviction in their words towards the other. And considering their minds for the last few days have been racing for their friends' relationship, it was refreshing to talk about their own. On a day when nothing seemed to be about them, it was nice to dedicate a small moment to themselves.

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dating aragorn headcanons!

hi guys this is the first time in a while that i've written something so i hope that you enjoy. i just recently rewatched lord of the rings and i'm obsessed with aragorn again so here are some headcanons!

aragorn x gn!reader

Aragorn is the biggest gentleman ever. You basically won the lottery when you started dating him.

The lyrics “In a world of boys he’s a gentleman” are about him 100%. Taylor Swift you are not slick at all.

Do not be fooled by his rugged looks, this man is the biggest romantic. He will plan the most romantic dates for the two of you even when he’s busy trying to be King. Even when he’s busy with his kingly duties he will still find a way to shower you with affection. Whether it’s leaving little love notes on your nightstand or bringing you a flower bouquet, he always wants you to make sure that you know that he’s thinking about you.

Aragorn’s love language is through acts of service. He wants to do everything for you. You are his first priority. You’re not feeling well? He’ll drop everything in his schedule to make sure you’re alright. Your weapons aren’t clean? He’ll clean them no problem. You’re cold? Bro will gladly take off his shirt and give it to you so that you’re not cold anymore.

When you guys were trekking through Middle Earth this man made sure that you got as much rest as possible

“Aragorn it’s my turn to take watch” you had said, rubbing your eyes with exhaustion. He walked over to you and put a hand on your shoulder. “You’re still tired, rest, sweet one, I’ll take care of it.” “But-” “No buts,” he said as he pushed you down gently. “Alright well I’m taking your shift tomorrow night,” you grumbled as you put your head in his lap and immediately fell asleep.

Let's just say he didn’t let you take the shift the next day.

He is soooo overprotective of you. He’s always been very protective over those he cares about but he’s especially protective over you since you’re his number one priority. Aragorn's actions are driven by genuine concern and love. He simply cannot bear the thought of losing those he holds dear and will do whatever it takes to keep them safe.

He’s the person who taught you how to fight. You were so embarrassingly bad at first but Aragorn never once made fun of you. He was patient even as you started getting annoyed with training. He was determined to make you a great fighter and it worked.

During the fellowship, you fought fearlessly alongside Aragorn and took down hundreds of orcs together. At one point, Merry even playfully called you guys a power couple because of how hard you both fought together, which made you both grin at each other.

You and Aragorn are basically the hobbits’ parents. They all love you so much and look up to you both with the utmost respect. You both admire them a lot too. Their loyalty and determination never fail to inspire both of you to keep going, even when things get tough and the future feels uncertain.

You’re also best friends with Gimli and Legolas. They have so much respect for you. They are also always trying to one-up each other when it comes to you so they can be your favorite. Spoiler alert you could never choose between them!

Gimli often pretends to be grossed out by displays of affection between you and Aragorn, and likes to tease the two of you with mock disgust. “Oh, just get a room already!” he’d say which would make you and Aragorn laugh. However, deep down, he secretly harbors a soft spot for romance and enjoys witnessing the love and affection between you two. He may grumble and groan about it on the surface, but in reality, he finds it heartwarming to see the bond you share and the happiness you bring each other.

Aragorn isn’t really big on PDA but once you’re alone together, he's affectionate and attentive, making sure you feel cherished and cared for in every moment you share.

In public, he keeps it subtle with affection, but every now and then, he'll gently caress your palms or hold your hand, just enough to let you know he's there. It's his quiet way of showing love without drawing too much attention.

This man loves to give you forehead kisses. Whether you're feeling on top of the world or weighed down by the challenges of the day, Aragorn's forehead kisses are his way of saying that he’s always going to be there for you.

You often find yourself snuggled against his chest, your hand resting over his heart while his arm encircles you protectively. His fingers trace gentle patterns on your skin, a soothing sensation that relaxes you.

He also has the softest singing voice. It’s so pretty. He mostly sings old Elvish tunes but sometimes he’ll sing some songs in English.

You and Aragorn both share a love for animals, and you often find yourselves adopting stray creatures in need of a home. He's clearly a dog person through and through (I don't make the rules), but he has a soft spot for cats as well.

You love it when Aragorn tells you stories about his past. Whenever he starts recounting his adventures, you're all ears, completely mesmerized by his past. Secretly he loves your fascination with his stories and it fills him with a quiet sense of warmth.

You have a shared love for adventure and often find yourselves exploring new places together, whether it's hiking through scenic landscapes or just going around Gondor.

He is also the best listener. You tend to yap a lot but he does not seem to care at all. He will listen attentively, asking questions every so often, drinking in your every word. He always wants to make sure that you feel heard.

Aragorn also dreams about starting a family with you. He's always imagined the joy of being a father and raising children together, but he'll only take that step if you're both on board and excited about it. Your comfort and readiness are his top priorities, and he wants nothing more than to embark on this adventure together, hand in hand.

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This is sort of a request but I was thinking about Beau and Ally and wondering if they ever came close to calling it quits. I know after Syria things were tough but they pulled through. But it made me curious…would it have been a mission or case that almost pulled them apart? I don’t see it being another person simply because of how devoted they are to each other but work could definitely be “the other person”

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Featuring JAG's Harmon Rabb

When you break up with Beau, he’s four months into a deployment in Osaka and you’re in a JAG posting in Washington. It’s his second deployment in as many years.

“I’m sorry, I’ve met someone else.” You tell him over the phone and his heart shatters into a thousand pieces. You refuse to tell him who but he has a couple of guesses.

You won’t pick up the phone to him after that and you don’t return his messages. For two months it’s radio silence.

When he returns home to San Diego he considers catching a flight out to Washington, to confront you, to try to change your mind but what’s the point? You’ve made it very clear it’s not him you want.

He’s been home less than three hours when your supervisor Lieutenant Colonel Commander Harmon Rabb turns up at his door. He’s dressed in civvies with a black leather jacket slung over his broad shoulders. Beau wants nothing more than to punch the smug son of a bitch in the face.

“My money was on Brumby.” He tells the other man, the muscle in his jaw twitching. “I never thought she’d leave me for you.”

“She didn’t leave you for anybody else.” Rabb tells him, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “She left you because she’s being court martialled.”

The news hits Beau like a brick because he can’t imagine what charges you could be facing. You’re diligent in your work, you obey orders, you have a calm and even temperament. He can’t imagine you ever crossing a line. The words that are coming out of Rabb’s mouth, they just don’t make sense.

He pulls open the door and tips his head towards the interior of the apartment indicating for Rabb to enter.

“I think you best come in.”

***

The story Rabb tells, it isn’t a pretty one, it make Beau’s blood boil as it unfolds over a couple of bottles of beer.

The charges are assault on a superior officer.

You’re looking at up to ten years confinement, a deduction in pay and a dishonourable discharge for punching General Micheal Klein in the face.

He suddenly understands why you broke things off with him. Beau’s on the promotional track, he’s on his way to becoming a Captain. His affiliation with you could derail that completely. This way he’s safe, his career untainted by what you’ve done.

“She gave him a broken nose.” Rabb tells him as he takes a sip from his beer. “The problem is she won’t tell me what happened. All I’ve got are witnesses statements, she’s refusing to tell us her version of events. It’s like she’s completely shut down.”

“What do the witnesses statements say?” Beau asks, dreading the other man’s answer.

“Torn blouse, broken buttons.” Rabb says quietly.

There’s a fury in Beau, it’s a vengeful beast that rises up inside of him as he thinks of the circumstances that have led to this. He can’t imagine how frightened you must have felt, how terrified you must feel now.

“I suspect the General decided to get her before she got him.” Rabb tells Beau, his thumb picking at the label on the beer bottle. “He says she came onto him, got angry when he rejected her.”

“And what do you believe?” Beau asks the other man, his voice barely more than a rasp.

“I think he attacked her.” Rabb tells him, his eyes reflecting the same quiet fury that simmers inside Beau’s chest. “And I think that she defended herself.”

“Can you prove it?” Beau asks him and Rabb shakes his head.

“Not without her statement and like I said, she won’t talk about it. I’ve tried everything I can think of but…”

He trails off and Beau looks away because psychologically he understands what you’re doing, why you’re doing it.

“Her father…” He says, feeling the emotion raise up in his throat. “His father used to hurt her, the response she’s having it’s trauma based. It must take her back…”

He can’t bear to say anything else. His heart is breaking all over again, for you, for what you’ve endured, both now and back then.

“I need you to come back to Washington with me.” Rabb says quietly. “I know what this could do to your career, your life…”

“It doesn’t matter.” Beau says, his voice raw as he rubs the back of his hand across his eyes. “Without Ally, none of it matters.”

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𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 – 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟒

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 「 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 」 r.h. masterlist

━━━━━‧₊˚➛ hopper regrets his building feelings for you, deciding it's best to cut this fling off before you learn to regret it.

pairing ‧₊˚➛ jim hopper x afab!reader

tags ‧₊˚➛18+ content, smut || unprotected sex, age gap, blood, angst, reader described as small and having hair that can be tucked behind ear. reader refers to self as a 'girl'.

w.c.‧₊˚➛ 7434

a.n. ‧₊˚➛ sorry for the wait, but here is the final part to ride home. as you can see, it's longer than usual which is why it took so long. i hope you enjoy! (and yes, this is the final part)

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A few weeks had passed since that night Jim Hopper touched you under the dining room table.

Things with Hopper had been going… good. And if by good you meant that you were having sex any time you saw one another and blatantly ignoring the rising feelings stirring inside each of your chests. Then, yeah, things were going good.

Just tell him! A voice rose in the back of your throat like hot bile. You shoved it down. Nope, you weren’t going to bring it up. Isn’t that how things were always ruined? The woman catches feelings and makes things incredibly awkward to the point where the relationship is cut off entirely. You didn’t want to lose Hopper, so you were just going to have to tough it out and accept the fact that he only wanted you for sex.

But what you didn’t know was that Hopper was fighting the exact same feeling. It’s maddening how blind the two of you were. For God’s sake, Jim almost moaned out an ‘I love you’ while he was balls deep inside of you the other day. You convinced yourself that you just misheard him.

Jim pushed you down further into his mattress, his cock hitting you so hard that you had to muffle your cries afraid they would break his eardrum. His hand was locked in your hair and your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. Your soft whines underneath him were sending him over the edge. Your eyes fluttered up at him as he kept rolling his hips into you. “Jim…” You mumbled, completely entranced. You looked like an angel under him, glowing in ecstasy as you mewled into his chest. He felt himself begin to spill into you, your head shook side to side as you tried to contain your moans but they slid off your tongue like honey. Jim groaned in your ear, “Fucking hell. You’re so good. So—perfect. Shit, I lov—“ He masked his mistake with a loud moan as you tightened around him at his praise.

Why were you both torturing one another?

Jim fiddled with his pen as he stared down at the same paragraph he had been rereading for the past five minutes. He was busy contemplating a way to get to see you again.

That’s where the stupidity started kicking in. The two of you each decided—without talking to the other person—that this was solely about lust and sex. So your meetings only ever revolved around that. Both of you would have been happy simply talking most of the time (Jim wanted to take you out to dinner so badly and get to see you all dressed up for him.) But you both also thought the other was in this unconventional coupling for a different reason. So, alas, your rendezvous only ever resulted in sex. (Granted, you both craved each other desperately that it wasn’t much of an issue.)

You came up behind Hopper and tapped him on the shoulder. He spun around to face you, surprised by your appearance. “I was writing a piece for the school paper.” You shrugged the notepad in your hand towards him. “Can I ask you some questions?” Jim tried to look annoyed, but you were so fucking cute as you innocently requested his time.

“You know I can’t give out information…” You looked up at him with the most pathetically sweet doll eyes, your lips pouting. He took a deep breath in, closing his eyes.

Hopper was the only one at the scene so he decided it wouldn’t be too risky (i.e. he wasn’t very good at hiding his desire for you and it would be blatantly obvious to anyone who witnessed your interactions.)

He walked around to the back of his truck and pulled down the tailgate so you could sit. His hands slid around your waist and he helped you jump up. You felt your cheeks warm, the feeling of his fingers lingering long after he pulled them away. You tried to focus and began writing in your notepad while Hopper leaned his hip against his truck. After a few minutes of questioning, you had gotten what you needed. You both wanted to continue talking to one another, but you’d never admit that. You both thought the other would be irritated. This was clearly only about lust.

“S’that it?” Jim asked. You set your notepad down and reached out and grabbed his hand. “What’re—“ You yanked him towards you so he stood between your legs. His eyes darkened as he tentatively watched your moves. “Just one more thing,” you whispered. Jim’s eyelids fell heavy, your hands slid up to the collar of his shirt and you pulled him in towards you until your lips were connected. His mustache tickled as he kissed you. It made you giggle. That sound almost made Hopper collapse. He was falling for you at an alarming speed. And he knew he could never have you like that. So this would have to be enough.

He grabbed your butt and heaved you towards him, your clothed core pressing against Jim’s rough jeans. He quickly fiddled with his pants, already hard beyond belief, and you did the same with your own. When he finally slid himself into you, bottoming out completely, you both exhaled in relief. He felt so right inside you. You stared up at him, wanting to savor every moment you had with him. He traced your face, you were so perfect. Your lips were parted and he could feel the heat radiating off of your body. He took a moment to take you in entirely before he gave you what you wanted and thrusted in and out of you so that you moaned out his name.

You were sat in your living room, spacing out at the television as you laid horizontally along your couch. Your hand raised to change the channel then lazily collapsed and hung off the couch and onto the floor. You looked up at the ceiling. If only you had an excuse to go visit Hopper at the station. You knew he was working late tonight. Usually, your dad was a good excuse, dropping off his lunch or just checking in with him. But your dad was currently rummaging through a box of old paperwork on the living room floor, huffing to himself as he struggled to find whatever ancient archive he was looking for.

Wait. Your dad didn’t have to be at the station in order for him to act as your wingman. You could simply go pick something up that he ‘forgot’. You stumbled to your feet and ran up the stairs, gaining a curious glance from your father.

You changed and ran out the door, telling your dad you were going to a friend’s house. If you wasted any more time than that, you might have talked yourself out of going.

It was pathetic, really. But you didn’t care, you just wanted to see Jim. The way his grumpy face would slightly soften when you appeared. You loved when he tried to be annoyed with you and would call you silly names. Or the way he would call you kid–like your parent’s friends would– while he was standing before you, rock hard. Your heart fluttered just thinking about it.

Hopper huffed and sat back in his chair, the silent station driving him mad. And just as he thought that, the loud noise of fumbling footsteps sounded outside his office.

Then the footsteps were coming closer, and closer until they were right outside his door. Hopper felt his heart rush. The door creaked open and Flo stepped in, a clutch of paperwork in her arms.

Hopper sighed for the millionth time that night (but what’s new?) His heart resumed to its normal pace and he grumbled something to Flo. “Just received these,” she said, gesturing to the papers in her hands. “Said it was urgent.”

Hopper stood up and sulked over to the door. “Yeah, thanks, Flo. I’ll get right on that.” Hopper took the work from her and she rolled her eyes. “Sure you will.” That gained a smirk from Jim.

She went to turn around but stopped, then spoke over her shoulder. “Oh, and you have a visitor.”

Jim turned back to his office door and saw Flo slip away down the hall and your frame appear where hers just was.

You meekly waved at him. Hopper set the folder down on his desk and turned to you, leaning on the edge of his desk.

“Are you stalking me?” He teased.

“I can leave if you want.”

Hopper shook his head, feeling a flush rise to his cheeks. “No. It’s fine. You can come in.”

You shyly slipped into his office, closing the door as you did.

When you turned to face Hopper again, he saw the look of worry spread across your face. But it wasn’t his place to ask.

“My dad had left some stuff in his desk he needed. Thought I’d stop in and say ‘hello’.”

Hopper grinned. “Oh, yeah? You just wanted to say hi? Nothing more?”

You felt a chill run up your spine. Shit. Did you really sound that desperate?

You stuttered, “No-no, I just—I—“

“I’m just messin’ with ya, kid.”

Hopper hated to see this anguish plastered blankly across your face. You barely even smiled at him. Maybe you were finally regretting wasting your time with him and realized you made a mistake sleeping with this mean, old grump.

Hopper paused before pushing himself off of his desk, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “Listen, I… I’ve been meaning to talk to you.” He sat down in his chair, his legs spread wide as he leaned on his thighs.

You approached him, leaning your hip on the edge of his desk.

His eyes scanned yours and he felt himself try to hold back what he wanted to say. He couldn’t keep being selfish. You were clearly ruining your life being with Hopper. Okay, maybe it wasn’t that dramatic, but still. You were obviously going through something that was making you rebel. What better way than to sleep with your dad’s boss? (Well, technically Hopper wasn’t his boss. But that’s beside the point.) This was never going to sit well on your conscience once you grew up and had an epiphany about all your poor choices. And Hopper didn’t want to be remembered as one of your mistakes.

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” He gestured between the two of you. “Actually, it’s an awful idea and I’m sorry for keeping it going for so long.”

You rolled your eyes. “God, not this again. I’ll admit, it was kinda hot when you saw the ambivalence of the situation, but it’s getting old, Hop.”

“See, that’s what I’m saying. Even you realize that this is wrong.”

“That’s not what I—“

He said your name breathlessly, his fingers coming up to pinch between his brows in annoyance. “It’s just… What are we gonna do?” His voice was raising in tempo and it made you feel small. “Just keep fucking around, until what? How long are we gonna drag this shit out?”

“Hopper, I—“

“Listen, I know you probably thought it was cool to rebel or whatever and seduce the chief of police, but this isn’t going anywhere. And I can’t keep sleeping around with a high schooler. Fuck.”

You felt tears well in your eyes. “I graduate in a month.”

Jim sighed. “That’s not the point I’m trying to make.”

“So, you’re just done? Just like that? Because… Because you’re worried about my choices? Because of what everyone in town would think about you if they found out?” Your words were laced with fire.

“Yeah. Pretty much,” he said coolly, but his heart was hurting as he watched your eyes puddle with tears. It was all a facade.

A tear betrayed you and rolled down your cheek. You quickly wiped it away. Jim’s eyes flickered, breaking his mask for a moment, wanting nothing more than to wrap his arms around you. “Why can’t you just admit you don’t like me instead of making up such dumb excuses!” Your hands balled up in fists. Jim didn’t say anything. “Fine. Whatever.” You spun around and stormed out. And by the time you made it to the end of the hall, you knew Jim wasn’t chasing after you. He wasn’t going to stop you from leaving. No, he wanted you to leave.

That was not how you thought the night was going to go.

A few weeks had passed and unlike before when you tried to jump Jim’s bones every chance you got, you spent your time avoiding him at all costs.

You felt like you might burst into tears just seeing his face.

You sat on the bleachers, watching the Hawkin’s High basketball team race up and down the court. Your best friend grabbed your arm, whispering something about how cute one of the guys on the other team was. You nodded your head feigning agreement.

You watched, bored beyond belief. This wasn’t usually your thing. You only came because your friend dragged you here. On the far side of the gym, you spotted a burly man in a tan hat step in through the doors. Hopper.

You tried to sink down into your seat. Your eyes shifted to focus on the game but they kept darting to Hopper’s figure in the corner of the gymnasium. You watched as Jim was saying something to your principal, it seemed important based on the way they were speaking and gesturing.

You shook your head and looked back at the players on the court. You instinctively started to pick at your nails, the skin around them beginning to bleed.

The crowd began to roar–Jason Carver just scored. The people around you stood up and cheered, you think you heard Steve Harrington yelling something behind you but all you could make out was something about ‘Sinclair’ and ‘kicking ass’. Your friend looked down at you and nudged your arm, confused as to why you seemed to be so disinterested.

As the crowd settled down again and slowly fell back into their seats, your gaze wandered to the far side of the court once more. Your eyes widened, Jim was looking directly at you. You both held each other’s line of vision for a moment, his pupils narrowing in on you. You quickly looked away, your cheeks feeling abnormally warm.

Suddenly, you didn’t feel like watching the game anymore. “I’m gonna go get some air,” you said in your friend's ear.

“Want me to come?” She asked.

You shook your head and gave her a weak smile, “I’ll be right back.”

She nodded, her eyes still suspicious as she watched you push past classmates to get down to the gym floor.

Your arms wrapped around yourself, feeling small, as you pushed open the doors and stepped out into the night air. The rumble of the game became soft, locked within the school’s brick walls.

You jumped down the stairs and walked over into the parking lot. You didn’t know where you were going, but you had to clear your head.

A few voices carried in the wind off in the distance; some students were trying to be subtle about the fact that they were smoking. You went in the opposite direction until you were on the grass lawn, hidden from the street lamps.

You sat down on the single, lonely bench, sighing as you tried to shake Hopper from your mind. You were so fucking stupid. How could you possibly think Jim Hopper, the fucking chief of police, would be interested in you? Like really interested in you. You were young and had teased him hopelessly for months, of course, he was going to act. Why wouldn’t he? But you wanted more than that.

So stupid, you told yourself as you buried your head in your hands. You tried to hold back sobs, you were already pathetic enough as it was.

A ruffling in the trees past the school’s lawn startled you. Your head shot up. “Hello?” You said quietly. You paused and listened for a moment thinking it might have been those students you saw earlier. You were just being silly, nothing was there.

You pulled your legs up on the bench and into your chest. Maybe you should go back, your friend would be wondering where you went.

The sound of crunching, like a dog devouring a meal, made you jump. Okay, now you were freaking out a little bit. You sat up on the bench, fully alert. Your heart was racing in your chest making it hard to hear anything apart from your pounding heartbeat. Branches breaking got closer and closer to you. You were on your feet and backing up.

That's when you saw it. It was like a person wearing a Halloween mask, but it wasn’t a costume. The bloody skin of the creature reflected in the moonlight, its stature a good three feet taller than you. Your eyes were pried wide open as you backed away, gulping. The creature slowly approached you. You backed away and tripped on a rock, falling to your butt. You made a frightened gasp. The creature came darting toward you. You turned and began crawling away, trying to stand up as you did. You were too scared to even scream out.

Red hot pain flared on your ankle, the claws from the monster were tearing into your flesh.

You groaned, yelling for help now. You tried to kick it off of you, your foot stomping on its large mangled hands making it shriek. “What the fuck,” you said breathlessly.

You managed to get to your feet but you could hear the monster following right behind you, its hand grabbed your shoulder, making you scream.

Bang.

You fell to your knees, the claw slacking its hold and then disappearing altogether.

Bang.

You couldn’t hear anything but the ringing of gunshots bouncing around your skull. You turned, looking at the creature struggling in pain. It had already been wounded and now it had two bullet holes burning through its skin. It looked at you, though you couldn’t spot any eyes, then it turned and ran back off into the forest.

You collapsed on the grass, your hand coming to rest on your head in exhaustion and confusion.

Jim’s frame hovered above you, directly in your line of view. He leaned down and pulled you up, scooping you into his arms bridal style. You could see his mouth moving but you couldn’t make anything out; the ringing washing over everything.

“What was that… thing?” You asked. You were sat atop Jim’s dining table as he rummaged in his bathroom for a first aid kit. You had only been to his place once before and you didn’t get a good look. You glanced around, taking in all his things.

“I have no fucking idea,” he called out to you.

Your legs swung underneath you as you anxiously fidgeted. Your nails came up to your mouth, this was not good. You were stuck in Hopper’s home, in such close proximity. Nothing good could come from this.

Hopper came stomping out of the bathroom with his arms full of an array of random medical supplies. You raised your brow, eyeing him as he set it down on the table beside you. He noticed your glare. “S’all I got,” he shrugged.

He grabbed some spray and a cloth and grabbed your foot. You jumped, his warm fingers grazing your skin. You tried not to think about his hands on your leg as he attempted to clean the wound.

You cleared your throat. “Hop, it’s barely a scratch, I think I’m fine.”

Jim felt his gut lurch when you said his name. “Don’t know where that freaky fuck came from, better safe than sorry and clean it out.”

You slouched back on your hands as you reluctantly let him clean the wound, holding back a smile at his word choice. His fingers tickled as he held your ankle, grabbing a roll of medical bandage wrap, and winding it around the cut. When it was fully dressed, he held your foot still in his hand, his finger pads lingering on your exposed ankle. He slowly looked up at you and immediately released your leg, standing up awkwardly. He grunted and scooped up all the shit he laid out moments earlier and brought it back into the bathroom.

You slid off the table and aimlessly circled his kitchen, hoping he would take you home now. Jim appeared behind you and said your name, reaching out and touching your shoulder. “Ow!” You jumped.

His hand reclined and you both looked to where his fingers just were. Blood was beginning to seep through your shirt. “Shit,” you muttered.

“Fuck, he got you there too?”

“I guess. I think it grabbed my shoulder.” You went to move your shirt and hissed as it clung against the sticky blood.

Jim went to the sink and wrung out a warm cloth, handing it to you. You walked over to him and took it, giving him a passive look. He leaned back against the sink as you tried to move your shirt to the side. You winced and looked up at him.

“Come here,” he mumbled.

You stepped a bit closer and he took the cloth from you, dabbing it on the area to loosen the shirt. He slowly pulled the clothing away from the cut and placed the warm cloth on top of it as a compress. He held it there, his eyes flickering to yours. You gulped. Your cheeks were on fire.

He cleared his throat. “I’ll get you another shirt.”

He turned and went to his bedroom. “No, Jim. It’s fine. I can just change at home.”

Of course, Hopper being Hopper, he walked back out with one of his shirts anyways. He wasn’t going to make you sit in a bloody–and now wet–shirt. He stuck his hand out to you to give you the clothing. His eyes shifted between you and the fabric uncomfortably. Your fingers tentatively reached up and you paused for a moment, your chest racing. “Thank you,” you said meekly.

You grabbed the shirt and Hopper rubbed the back of his neck.

“I’ll go put the stuff away…” Hopper said awkwardly.

You nodded and he slowly turned around to go put away the stuff he left on the bathroom sink.

Once Hopper was in the bathroom again you slowly tore your shirt from your body. You winced slightly but once the shirt was off the cut, you felt much better. You looked over at your shoulder. “Shit, it’s not even that bad,” you mumbled, annoyed for acting like such a baby. You grabbed the cloth and started to dab up the stained blood.

“Oh, shit, sorry. I—“

You jumped and looked up at Hopper who was standing wide-eyed in the doorway. You felt a heat rise to your chest and face.

You stared at him, expecting him to shy away and let you finish changing, but he didn’t. He just watched you. You cleared your throat, your arms coming up to lay across your chest (but it’s not like Hopper hadn’t seen it all before.) “Uh. Hop…” You said, shaking your head a bit.

He still didn’t say anything. He stepped closer towards you so he was only inches from your exposed body. “Hop…” You said breathlessly again.

“You’re so beautiful.”

You took in a sharp breath. You looked down, not wanting to meet his gaze. “You can’t…” you stuttered. “Don’t say that to me.”

His fingers surprised you as they touched your jaw and tilted your head up towards him. Your words got lost in your throat. Hopper couldn’t help himself. He slowly leaned in, watching your eyes flutter under him. Your lips parted, you couldn’t seem to stop either. Hopper’s nose rested against yours and his lips teased your own. He breathed your name softly then closed the gap. You felt your body immediately cave into his touch, your knees buckling and your head sinking lower. Jim’s arms wrapped around you to hold you up, moving his lips in rhythm with yours.

Jim’s hands slid around your back, gently pulling your hips into him. He grunted as your body collided with his, your skin incredibly soft under his touch. You pulled away, shaking your head slightly. Hopper looked at you with such certainty, his fingers coming up to trace your unharmed shoulder and then sliding into your hair.

You wouldn’t look up at him, you were too embarrassed. Instead, you focused on his chest as you spoke. Hopper’s fingers continued to play with your hair, lost in thought. “I can’t…”

Jim softly said your name.

You felt hot tears well in your eyes. You shied away, afraid of him seeing you like this. Pathetic. “I’m sorry I ruined things.” Your voice was small.

Hopper’s hands fell to his side.

“You didn’t ruin-“

“I did!” The tears began running down your hot cheeks. “I was getting attached. I was being stupid. So fucking stupid,” your voice got quiet. “I shouldn’t have tricked you like that.”

Jim’s eyes stayed focused on you. “Tricked me?”

“Yeah. It was all just a fun hook-up to you. But I had… I have liked you for a while now.” Jim raised a brow at you. You paused before continuing, trying to gather your thoughts. “It’s stupid, but I had a crush on you.” You tried to laugh but it sounded more like a struggling snort as tears kept falling.

Jim closed his eyes, thoughts racing around his head. You gulped as you peered up at him. You just ruined your chances of this ever working out. He might have been a grump, but he wasn’t mean. Once he realized you liked him like that, he wouldn’t lead you on. He’d cut things off for good.

You jumped slightly when you felt Jim’s warm fingers brush along the side of your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him. Your breathing hitched in the back of your throat, his eyes were dark, but not like how they usually looked. They were filled with something other than lust.

He whispered your name and you felt your heart flutter.

“That’s not what it was to me.” His words were soft. You wouldn’t have been able to hear him if he spoke any quieter. Your lips parted. He leaned down towards you, your lips drawing closer and closer to one another. “I fell in love with you.” His thumb came up and wiped away your wet cheeks.

You made a noise in the back of your throat. “Y-You did?”

Jim’s mouth ever so slightly turned up before he connected his lips with yours. You felt your body go loose as his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into him. His hand came up to rest on your cheek as he kissed you deeper. Breathlessly, he pulled away. “I thought if I pushed you away, I could prevent you from getting ruined.”

“Ruined?”

“Yeah. What good could come from a big grump falling for a sweet thing like you? You got your whole life ahead of you, kid. I didn’t want you wasting it hooking up with me. So you could get back at your parents? To prove you were mature? I don’t know, but I didn’t want you to regret this,” he motioned between your two bodies.

You felt a smile form on your lips. “And I thought I was the one foolishly-in-love-when-it-was-only-meant-to-be-a-fling.”

He pushed your hair back as he admired you. “Still don’t want you to regret this.” You could hear the worry laced in his words.

Your hands grabbed the hem of his shirt. “No. I…” You paused. “I want you, Hopper. For more than just sex.” His eyes dropped, his hands falling on top of yours as you clung to him. “I know what you’re thinking.” He eyed you. “That your feelings for me are wrong. How you can’t possibly fall for someone like me, let alone hook up with. You’re the chief of police. And I’m just some dumb girl who likes older men apparently. It would never—“ Jim cut you off, smiling as he kissed you.

You were right. That’s exactly what he was thinking. But fuck it. He wasn’t sure how he could manage knowing you liked him the way he liked you if he just pushed you away again. Screw what everyone else thought. You could both worry about that when you got to it. But right now, Jim desperately needed you.

You fervently kissed him back, both of your breathing increasing. “Jim-” you mumbled between kisses.

“Mhm?”

“You’re not gonna–push me away–again after–are you?” you managed to get out as Hopper attacked your face.

He paused. “Not if you want me. I can worry about what Hawkins thinks later. I don’t give a fuck what they have to say–” it was your turn to cut him off. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him into you. His mustache tickled your nose as he kissed you. His hands found their way to your exposed hips, sliding up and brushing the back of your bra.

Jim pushed you back so you wobbled to the couch. Your legs hit the side and you sat on the arm of his couch. Jim was quickly between your knees, his hand behind your head as he pulled you into him. When he pulled back to get a breath, his eyes couldn’t tear away from you. Your face was stained with tears, but that only made your eyes stand out more. Your hair had been ruffled by Jim’s large hands, and your lips were swollen.

“What?” you asked, suddenly shy under his gaze.

“You’re so beautiful.”

You felt your cheeks flush. Jim pushed your hair behind your ear and placed a kiss on your exposed shoulder. His fingers traced along your bra strap and down to your back where he unclipped it. You felt goosebumps rise in his trail. His fingers gently lifted your straps off, making sure not to touch the cut along your shoulder, and threw your bra to the floor. His eyes ravaged you. You were about to speak, feeling shy, but Jim was faster. His lips grazed your nipple, making you gasp. He drew it into his mouth, sucking and nipping you softly. You felt your eyes flutter and your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Jesus,” you breathed.

Jim felt himself grin, loving getting a reaction out of you. His hands rested on your hips as he kissed your chest. He hooked your jeans in his fingers and began to wiggle them. You lifted your hips up so he could yank them down. His hands grabbed your thighs immediately, squeezing them and letting his thumb rub small circles along them. His head came up to kiss your neck and jaw, his stubble leaving tingles in their wake.

You grabbed his biceps, holding on to him as he nuzzled the side of your neck. A small moan left your lips and that was enough to send Jim into overdrive. His hips came slamming into your own, the roughness of his jeans gliding against your clothed clit. His hands were around your jaw, both of them pulling you in for a hard kiss, his tongue sliding along your lips and into your mouth. He grunted when he felt your hips roll into him, your legs wrapping around his thighs and pulling him into you.

Hopper couldn’t handle it anymore, he needed you.

He scooped you up into his arms gaining a squeal from you. He moved you to the couch cushions and laid you down before him. He tore his shirt and pants off in one quick motion, then placed himself on top of you, kissing you into the couch. Your fingers ran through his tawny hair, your legs struggled to wrap back around Jim’s waist. His hand slipped between your bodies and into your underwear. You gasped when you felt him touch you. He began to rub small circles across your core, your body already wet and ready for him.

One of his fingers slid to your entrance and rubbed between your lips, feeling the way you were overflowing. “All this for me?” His voice was far deeper than earlier.

You looked up at him, your eyes big and sweet. “Mhm,” you cooed.

Jim removed his hand and slid it up your side then squeezed one of your breasts. You felt sad at the loss of his touch between your thighs. “I want you inside me, Jim.”

His eyes darted to yours, his pupils blown. You swallowed hard as he stared at you. You felt his hard length press against your thigh and you rolled into him.

“Fuck,” he cursed. You reached down and wiggled your underwear off before grabbing the hem of Jim’s and urging it down. Jim followed your lead and tore his boxers off before nestling himself back between your legs. You could feel his cock pressing against your clit as he put his weight onto you. He kissed your jaw again while his hands grabbed himself and began to rub his tip against you. You moaned, your face heating up and he teased you.

“God, Jim. Please!” You begged pathetically.

Jim used his hands to push your hips down and prevent you from jutting your hips up towards him. You pouted. “I’m right here, baby.” He said softly. “No need to rush. I wanna savor you.”

Your chest thumped loudly. Hopper kissed your cheek and then ground his hips against you, his cock dragging along your core. You both moaned as he continued to do it. One of your legs were buried in the couch cushions and unable to wrap around Jim, so only one of your legs came up to rest on him. Jim’s hand instinctively went to your thigh as you lifted your leg to drape around him. He used that as leverage to rub against your harder. You bit your lip as you held back a yelp.

Without warning, Jim thrusted himself into you. You gasped in shock as he filled you up. Jim grunted above you, his head falling into the crook of your neck. You clenched around him, making him grumble into your hair, sending vibrations throughout your body.

He let you adjust to him as you squirmed beneath his weight. “Jim. Move,” you said in a breathless tone, desperate to feel him pump inside you.

His hands wrapped around you and he began to thrust in and out. Your head arched backward as he hit you deep. Jim growled as he felt your walls spasm around his cock. You mewled in response, your vision dizzy as Jim rutted into your hips.

You felt all your sadness from earlier sink away and you were filled with warmth instead. Both of you forgot all about the monster you encountered. You were pretty sure you both would keep fucking even if that thing had burst through the window. You couldn’t stop now. You wouldn’t let him.

You bucked your hips up each time Jim bottomed out, forcing him to hit you as deep as possible. You cried out in pleasure. “Fuck, baby,” he grunted.

Hopper was already so close, and you desperately thrusting against him wasn’t going to help things. He wasn’t going to last. (So much for savoring it.) His hands found your hair and he fisted it, his voice growing deep as he growled. He began to hit you long and hard as he pumped his length in and out of you. He felt his fist squeeze tightly in your hair when he felt your walls clench around him. And just like that, he was done for. Jim groaned so lowly that you could feel the vibrations tickle your stomach.

Jim let out a long, dragged-out ‘fuck’ as he began to come inside of you. Your own orgasm followed suit, your legs shaking as Jim filled you up. His hot seed seeped out around his cock as he thrusted through his high, obscene noises filling Jim’s quiet place.

You arched your back into Jim’s chest, bucking your hips up against him over and over as he kept spilling himself into you. Jim moaned as you sucked every last drop from his cock, draining him completely.

He began to slow his thrusts, your nails digging into Jim’s back as your high faded to a pleasant sense of ecstasy. Jim collapsed on top of you, his weight pushing you into the couch. He gently pulled himself from between your legs and a pool of his seed rushed out of you.

He kissed your cheek before scooping you up and rolling over so you laid on top of his chest.

His breathing was deep and his hand wrapped around you, holding you close to him.

You rested your head against him, your hand coming up to rub small circles on his chest, catching your own breath. “I love you,” he whispered.

You looked up at him, your cheek still pressed against him. “You do?”

He chuckled and you felt it rumble through your body. “Mhm.” He grinned at you, brushing his fingers against your jaw.

You kissed his chest. Then kissed him again. And again. Leaving a trail of kisses up to his lips. You had to crawl and shift your body so you were in line with his face as you placed a warm kiss on his lips. His arm squeezed around you.

You straddled him as you deepened the kiss, a small groan building in the back of your throat. You gently rolled your hips into him, your wet pussy dragging against him as you did.

Jim grumbled something into the kiss and you felt him grow hard beneath you again.

You giggled. “Round two?”

His hands came down to squeeze your ass and pulled your waist harder against him. You took that as a yes.

You squirmed on top of him, placing delicate kisses along his jaw and to his collarbone as he did to you earlier. Jim felt his cheeks blush at your touch, your soft lips like heaven against his rough skin.

You slowly slid down so your hips were in line with Jim’s. Then you took his cock in your hand, earning a grunt from Jim, and lined him up with you again. You could already feel yourself pulsing with anticipation, wanting him to fill you like before. You slowly sank down on him, his hands resting against your soft waist. You both gasped, looking at one another with parted lips.

He stretched you out slowly, your body needing time to adjust to him again. It was almost painful how well he filled you. You finally sank down on him completely, letting your full weight lay against him. You felt Jim’s hips buck slightly beneath you, his hands eagerly rubbing against your hips and thighs. You lifted off of him gently, letting his cock slide out of you painfully slow.

Jim’s breath got caught in his throat, his cock already dripping in precum. You lazily took him all in again, sitting flesh against him. He growled, his head pressing up against your cervix. You felt his fingers dig into your skin. You began to lightly bounce on top of him, making his fingers press harder and harder into you. Your hands rested against his chest as you rode him, your mouth letting little whimpers escape.

You felt every ridge of his cock glide against you, your clit bumping against Jim as you sank down on him. You couldn’t help but let little cries weep out of your mouth as you took him in.

Your bounces stayed at the same pace and Jim couldn’t take it any longer. He grunted as he gripped your hips and began bucking his hips up into you and pulling you down to meet his thrusts. You moaned, his body slapping against yours. Jim began bucking up consistently, pulling you into him each time. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as Jim took control, wanting to hit you as hard as he could. Your fingers curled into Jim’s chest, your body trembling as Jim thrusted against you.

“Jim, I–” your words barely made it out before you were moaning again. You were so close. Your cries came out staggered as Jim jerked into you, making your voice waver. You cursed and mumbled under your breath, your eyes lazily looking down at Hopper. His own met yours, both of your eyelids feeling heavy.

Jim shifted beneath you slightly and began to hit you at just the right spot. It made you cry out in pure pleasure. You have never felt this good before. You felt your walls clench around him, your legs wanting to squeeze together as they pressed against Jim.

You felt your high approaching, your body going limp as Jim kept his pace. You mewled, another orgasm flowing through you. Your walls clamped down on Jim’s cock, squeezing against him and making him growl. He began squirting inside you, giving you what little he had left.

You both were a mess as you groaned and muttered swears under your breath. Your eyes stayed locked with Jim’s, even if they were both laced with exhaustion. You helped him as he slowed and bounced on top of him, dragging out your highs. You both cried out, his seed spilling out around his cock and onto both of your thighs.

You hindered your speed as you felt your body cave with warmth. You finally stopped and leaned over, collapsing on top of Jim. His arms pulled you into him, his chest rising and falling in unsteady breaths.

You mewled as the aftershock hit you, making you shake on top of him. Jim let you ride out your high with his cock still buried deep inside you.

After a few long moments, you paused, your hands wrapped tightly around Hopper. “I love you too,” you breathed.

You felt Hopper chuckle against you, his hands rubbing small patterns along your back as he held you.

You both wanted to stay like this and forget the rest of the world, bodies pressed flesh with one another, and Hopper’s cock buried inside you with his seed filling you up. You felt your eyes flutter shut as Jim’s fingers danced across your back. Sleep began to overtake the both of you as you snuggled up into Jim. You felt him harden inside you again and he groaned in pain.

You muffled noises into his chest, your hands clenching into fists as you felt him inside of you. You huffed as you began to rub up and down, your body flat against Jim’s. His cock slowly slid in and out of you as you lazily rolled your hips up and down. Your clit dragged along Hopper’s stomach making you whine. Both of your eyes remained shut and Hopper’s arms held you in a hug. You whined again, feeling tired as you rocked against Jim. You picked up your speed slightly, your chest never raising from Jim’s.

Jim’s arms, wrapped around you, pulled you up to help you up as you rolled your hips against him. Your both groaned, your pussy painfully aroused as Jim’s cock began squirting his seed into you again. You let out a vocal cry as you began to shake on top of him, coming for the third time that night.

Jim held you close and helped you gently roll on his cock, his chest vibrating as he overflowed your cunt with his seed. It pooled out around your bodies, creating a sticky mess on both of your thighs. You mewled, your walls clenching Jim as you came with him.

After a few more tired thrusts, you stopped and sighed into Jim’s chest, letting him drip out around you. He slowly pulled out of you and his cock sprang out, rubbing up against your ass as he did. You groaned, your legs trembling beneath you as the last of your high rode through your body.

Jim leaned forward and placed a kiss on your head, soft snores sounding from your small frame. He smiled, feeling like he didn’t deserve this kind of contentment. He hugged you tighter, hoping you’d never leave him. And he fell asleep shortly after.

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the fox (2): Found something real that's out of touch.

Alastor x fem!reader (sfw, platonic)

stay tuned for the finale chapter

"To you I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world."

~Le petit prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupery

The girl woke up with a start. Her mother was by her side. The monotone sound of the machines attached to her body could be heard. She had died but they had brought her back.

In the few minutes it had taken to revive her, her soul had wandered all the way to Hell- due to how there hadn't been any guidance from Heaven. Her death hadn't been meant to happen. Not yet.

Time flew differently in the afterlife, since she had spent a good fifteen days at the hotel, but as mentioned, only a couple of minutes at the hospital.

The girl lived. She left the hospital, but she kept her promise to Alastor. She never forgot about him. While he was in Hell, thinking she was in Heaven, she was alive, roaming Earth.

She searched a plethora of archives at Louisiana's library and she tried to gather as much information as possible from her grandma about Alastor the radio host.

A serial killer that would hide his victims' bodies on deer haunting ground. He had been killed while mistaken for one. Hence his appearance in the afterlife. He was also found to be linked to voodoo practices- for hurtful purposes.

He had been a bad man in all his life. He had caused pain to others, but she couldn't just ignore the way he had been there for her during her short stay in the hotel.

Alastor was the one cooking her Jambalaya when she was sad and entertaining her with his charm and wit. That's how she'd always remember him. The smiling, gentledeer with the black cane.

She went as far as visiting Louisiana's old cemetery. Why would she leave flowers on the grave of a killer? Why would she sit and reminisce about one of Hell's most devious sinners? She wasn't the one to give him forgiveness. She didn't even try to justify his vile actions. The flowers were simply her way of saying "thank you, because even though you've done so many wrongs, you did at least one good deed and that was helping me".

The photograph on the grave -placed behind a now broken frame- was fading slowly but surely. The young man that looked back at her had a smooth, tan complexion and bespectacled, smart eyes. The shade of his eyes and hair reminded her of hot coffee in the morning. The quality wasn't great, but then again, coloured pictures weren't as advanced back then.

Alastor's visits to Rosie grew more frequent after his little, fluffy friend vanished. He'd sit for hours with his hellborn bestie, telling her about every single detail of his experience with the young girl.

"I'm surprised you didn't just devour her Hun! I'm sure she'd taste so delicious!"

"Dear Rosie... I have to be honest with you... If there's one person except from my mother that I would never hurt... It is her, the fox."

Both of whom were gone for the foreseeable eternity.

With Rosie refilling his tea cup frequently and asking him additional questions, Alastor couldn't help but think about the fox.

It hadn't been all good times, but now that she was gone, even the not so pleasant memories carried a bittersweet quality to them.

For example, there had been many arguments between them and the girl hadn't been scared to show him her teeth, quite literally.

He found himself thinking of her again as he made his way back to the hotel, after his visit at Cannibal town.

Alastor's memory...

She was being nosy again. Asking too many questions.

"Well yes, I did die in the woods like you... It's peculiar. This is the first time I ever meet someone who died under the same circumstances... not the exact same, but you get my drill?"

The girl had shrugged, but she hadn't been able to suppress her smile at being given attention. Alastor had continued talking, simultaneously warming up his voice for his radio show.

"What if this is too much of a coincidence? What if this is part of some bigger plot..."

"A bigger plot? How so Alastor?"

He liked the way she pronounced his name. She'd say it with caution, like it was something important that should be respected.

Sometimes people get sent in our lives for a reason. Sometimes they teach us a lesson. Sometimes we are the lesson. Sometimes they are reminders. Reminders of things we had forgotten that existed.

"Do you have a tail?"

"What do you you expect?"

"Oh please show me!"

As much as he wanted to be intimidating and taken seriously, even if he was an overlord, the fact that his body got changed into a deer was somewhat humiliating. He. Is. Not. Prey.

"Not happening."

He should have shown her, just to see that sparkle in her eyes. Regret.

Charlie was singing. It wasn't like him zoning out, but a few weeks ago the fox had been in that very same room, walking away... frustrated.

Alastor's memory...

"Oh dear..." he had muttered, following after her before swiftly stepping in front of her and slightly raising his arm, blocking her way.

"Now it would be quite rude to simply walk away, would it not?"

"Manners are the last thing occupying my mind after I was thrown in purgatory."

He had let out a chuckle of agreement at her point.

"Sometimes a bit of charm can take you a long way in life... and besides the company of your sweet self would be delightful!"

"Can it take me to Heaven?"

"What about a story sweetheart? It was so brutal when I first spawned here... just thinking about that time makes my tongue tingle with the sweet taste of blood."

"I hate this place."

She had been unhappy all the time he knew her.

In a mockingly sympathetic tone Alastor had tried to distract her.

"Awww... are you really not enjoying your stay here in our beautiful hotel? I'm sure you have met some really interesting individuals."

"I prefer my well deserved place in HEAVEN thank you very much."

All their conversations had always circled back to that exact point.

While she was beginning to grow on him, to her Alastor was still no one. She would chat with him, but he wasn't someone special in her heart. The radio demon hated himself for allowing that bond to bloom, but he hated himself even more because it was one sided. Him being on the losing end.

And there had been another fight that very same day.

"LET ME DOWN"

"Ask nicely."

"I hate you."

Alastor's playful attitude had vanished.

"Hate is a strong feeling. What is there to hate? My looks? My voice? My past?"

"You're a demon. You're... I hate you as much as I hate this place."

Sometimes it was truly infuriating how stubborn she would be.

"Um... I... I don't know. Everything."

"Everything?"

Despite himself, Alastor's tone had gotten slightly bitter.

"Well... this just ruins the mood now. Don't you think it's rather unreasonable to hate someone you've known only for three days? I can tell you're quite childish... but you're not that childish, right young one?"

She had placed a palm on his chest to push him away. She was practically glowing from purity while he was emitting pure darkness.

The radio demon had looked a little surprised when the girl had pushed him away without showing fear. Leaning in, he'd spoken in a whisper while his hot breath had hit her cheek.

"My dear, you shouldn't resist what's happening... Just allow yourself to stay with us at the hotel... As a sinner."

Alastor had decided to corrupt the new resident of the hotel. His taunting words and unsettling change of size hadn't fazed her... The girl had been scared, but still, she had managed to give him a few really sharp scratches. Yet, he hadn't responded to pain at all.

...he would always carry the little scars she left on him. A reminder that she had been there.

The real reason he had wanted her to stay was selfish. It would have done her more harm than good. He didn't like how he had acted like the bigger person.

But when it had happened -the ridiculous scratches- with a threatening voice he had told her...

"You think you're so strong Fox, huh? Because if I wanted to, I could crush you with just a single motion of one of my fingers."

"Then, you'd... you'd have Heaven against you!"

He had bursted into a laugh.

"Oh dear... I can't believe how naive you are! Heaven is not going to do anything to defend an insignificant person such as yourself. They're more worried about themselves and their perfect little world. The ones you look up to are always the first to disappoint you mon petit renard."

He never understood why he had said that to her. He had practically tried to save her from a heartbreaking realization. A realization that had always pained Alastor in his childhood. To know you have to fend for yourself. While he had perfected the art, he wished she didn't have to.

He had forgotten they were fighting.

She was dreaming of him, again. Red hair. Razor blades for teeth. The sound of static filling the air and making her hair fuzz up.

The girl liked that memory, it was one of her favourites to relive in her sleep.

The fox's memory...

"No, my dear fox, you're not a good soul. In reality you're really just a little hypocrite and have a high opinion of yourself- haha!"

She had been curled up in a ball in her bed. Luscious hair flowing and a light dress covering her small body.

Alastor had walked into the room she was occupying and had sat down next to her. He had spoken in a soft and caring voice.

"You don't have to try and stay holy while you're here in hell... This is a safe place where you can act out your hedonistic desires and not worry about being judged by anyone!"

"Jeez Alastor! I don't have such desires... My only desire right now is a fluffy blanket and some hot chocolate."

Alastor had snapped his fingers... He then had turned into a shadow, slipping away like sand and returning like a chilly breeze... With hot chocolate and a very fluffy blanket he had most definitely stolen from Charlie's bedroom.

Her eyes had widened and she had smiled.

"Oh my gosh..."

He had grinned in response. It wasn't like him acting on impulse, without deeper motives.

"I told you mon renard! This is the best place you could possibly be to try and relax! Here we are free from all the restrictions set on us in Heaven!"

"Thank you Alastor!"

She had never bought a thing he had told her and he knew it. But this act had somehow been calming this... this weird apprehension. The demon had somehow known that his time with her would be limited. She hadn't belonged.

In comparison to him, she was a saint, an angel even.

While she had been drinking her hot chocolate, he had taken the opportunity to really look at her, imprinting her features in his memory, engraving the shine of her fangs and the blush on her cheeks in his brain.

"Now just look at that cute little face of yours!"

"Oh, look as much as you want. I'll be gone soon anyway."

She had said that with such a confidence. He wouldn't have shown her, but she could sense it. He was sad.

Alastor had simply chuckled and then sighed.

"Yes I guess so. But for now just rest... Maybe tomorrow will be your lucky day!"

He gently stroked her hair, until her eyes had closed.

"Sleep well darling~"

That night she had decided he was someone to her and not just anyone.

She never knew, but that same night he had noticed how small she actually was compared to him and had genuinely smiled.

She smiled in her sleep, mimicking the motion he had made... months ago.

...time flies.

The car accident was years ago in a blink of an eye.

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❣️If You fall, I fall!❣️

Pairing: Daniel ricciardo X Cherrie!

Word count: 5k

Summary: in which Cherrie is a clumsy idiot. Daniel loves her anyways.

Daniel loved his girlfriend , he really did. And anybody that knew the couple could say with a hundred percent of their chest that he was crazily in love with her, the kind of love that was ridiculously sappy and made others a little sick to witness right in front of them all of the time .

They were simply the best of friends and whilst most of the time they didn't have a single problem between them, the trust between the two of them was unwavering .

Expect on one tiny , little thing.

Daniel could not trust his girlfriend not to hurt herself or break something accidentally. She was a walking accident on clumsy legs and considering the fact that she drove a f1 car for a living , it was more than slightly concerning for him to witness her outdoing herself on a daily basis.

Because if being a clumsy idiot was a sport, she would already be a world champion. Year in and year out .

At first he had honestly thought that it was just because she was tired and not looking where she was going the first time that he had watched her fall down a flight full of stairs while walking up them, still unable to believe just how she had managed to fall down the stairs while walking up them... he had been worried then.

Who wouldn’t after witnessing their girlfriend nearly break their neck like that right in front of them?

And then he had been absolutely Gobsmacked when she had just casually gotten back up to her feet, not a single pause in their conversation as though she hasn't just nearly broken her neck down a flight of stairs.

Daniel had been a nervous wreck , trying to fuss over her worriedly only to get shooed away with a rolling of her eyes as she told him that it wasn't a big deal.

He hadn’t wanted to argue with her at the time , still so fresh in their relationship and not wanting to Piss his already very temperamental girlfriend off. He had just wrote the whole incident off as a one off .

But then she kept doing it. Over and over again.

She Kept falling over things that seemed impossible to fall over. Kept walking into door frames and dropping plates onto the floor all the time.

Daniel realised that it wasn't just a one off, the love of his life was honestly just a clumsy idiot.

A clumsy idiot who refused to admit that she was one and instead would casually just step over the broken plate and tell him that she just didn't want that food anways . Too embarrassed to look anyone in the eyes after each accident that happened .

And if he tried to call her out on it or fuss over her in worry when she hurt herself , she would get snappy and storm off on him. Because she couldn't handle the embarrassment off being fussed over like a child , instead liking to pretend that nothing had ever happened in the first place .

So over the years Daniel had learned to just silently go along with it because he loved her and she was his best friend . Even if she was going to give him grey hair before it was even acceptable.

The clumsily little idiot was the love of his life and if embarrassing himself to make her feel less embarrassed about her own embarrassing moments , then he would humiliate himself all day long because as long as she was happy , he did not give a single fuck.

Like now , as they walked up the stairs to where the conference room was, he was a step behind her while keeping a casual conversation up with max as she jogged up the stairs while humming a Taylor swift to herself happily.

Keeping his body lined with the back of hers so that if she did happen to fall back down the stairs like she did last time, she would crash into his chest instead of onto the hard floor. Having learnt from his past mistakes of letting her anywhere out of his sight and reach while on the stairs.

He didn't even flinch anymore as she tripped up the last step, still not stopping humming her song as she just casually jumped onto the landing as though she had totally meant to do that.

Daniel shaking his head at her and raising his eyebrow in silent amusement at max who was grinning beside him, trying not to laugh .

Daniel bit down on his own grin when Cherrie turned to look at them over her shoulder , raising her eyebrow challengingly as though daring him to say a word about her tripping again.

He chewed on his inner cheek and tried so hard not to laugh at her cute little, bratty face .

“Alright?" Was all he said to his girlfriend , holding the door open for her.

She just pulled a face and huffed at him, avoiding their amused eyes "why wouldn't I be?" She muttered with an attitude before hurrying past them into the conference room before he could even answer her.

He snorted in amusement , glancing over at max with a grin.

"She's such a brat when she's embarrassed. Last night she fell into a bush in our driveway and then shouted at me for not trimming them!" He snickered to him, recalling the way she had gone bright red and ran into the house before he could even remind her that they were fake bushes that he couldn't even trim.

Cherrie was boredly fiddling with her microphone as she listened to Charles give a explanation on how he was feeling about his chances at championship this year , barely listening to anyone as she grew restless with just sitting there doing nothing.

She tapped her nails against the sponge of the large microphone in her hand , pulling at it curiously as she tipped it this way and that. Oblivious to the way her boyfriend was side eyeing in amusement as he watched her mess about with the microphone like a little , bored child .

Already expecting what was about to happen, he covered his smile with his hand as he watched her pull at the top of the microphone boredly, only for her eyes to widen when the large sponge part suddenly fell off onto the table leaving her with just the bottom half of it instead.

She froze and looked down at it in shock, watching the other half of the microphone bounce off the table and onto the floor in front of the press noisily , everyone looking over at her , questions abruptly paused.

The interviewer looked between Cherrie and the broken microphone with a startled blink of his eyes "what-?"

Before anything could be said that could embarrass her anymore , Daniel laughed and got the attention on him instead and said loudly "good throw but not quite far enough baby!" Nudging his wide eyed girlfriend as he then picked up his own microphone.

The rest of the drivers and the press watching in disbelief as he broke off the top half of the microphone like Cherrie had and suddenly flung it across the room , grinning casually at everyone like it was no big deal .

"What the hell?" Charles laughed in pure confusion , looking between the two of them with wide eyes.

Daniel just shrugged and flung his arm around Cherrie who was sinking lower in her seat , face straight as she pretended that nothing had even happened . Refusing to admit that she had broken the microphone (again) on accident because she was bored.

Luckily for her, Daniel had her back like always.

"It's a game we have. To see who can throw the furthest. She's not winning obviously." He lied to them with a straight face just like his girlfriend , he had learned from the best after all (Cherrie had the best poker face he had ever witnessed in his entire life) nodding at everyone in the room like what he said had made total sense.

Sebastian blinked over at him "a game - to break microphones and throw them at press?" He knowingly smirked at them.

Already Used to seeing Daniel go out of his way to copy whatever his clumsily girlfriend did so she didn't feel bad or get embarrassed in front of others .

Though he would never admit it and Cherrie would never verbally thank him for it, far too cool for that.

(Plus thanking him would mean admitting that she had a problem in the first place .. which she did not, thank you very much!) But the small squeeze she gave to his leg spoke volumes to him.

Daniel just grinned at them "yeah. A brilliant game. Cherrie wanted to throw our glasses at them last time but I told her that would get us a lawsuit. So.." he joked , snickering .

They all laughed and then just like that the moment was moved on , although from that moment on the both of them weren't given microphones at a conference ever again.

Told to just speak loudly instead.

Cherrie was bouncing up the podium with a grin on her face as she laughed hysterically as she was soaked in champagne by both Daniel and lando , having won the race this time around .

She couldn't see from the alcohol blasted in her eyes, taking a step back as she tried to wipe her stinging eyes with her sleeve .

Only she greatly misjudged the step and went flying.

Gasps were heard all around as she fell hard onto the champagne covered floor , freezing for a moment as she felt pure embarrassment flood into her.

Grimacing to herself as she glanced up to see her boyfriend fling his champagne bottle aside quickly , their eyes meeting for a moment before he just rolled his eyes at her fondly .

Then not even a second later be made a show of pretending to slip in the champagne too, flailing his arms out like a crazy person and flinging himself down onto the podium floor beside her with a loud laugh.

While lando just stared at the both of them with wide eyes , giggling hysterically at the sight of the champagne covered couple tangled up on the floor in front of everyone.

"Whoopsie daisy!" Daniel exclaimed with a smirk as he kicked out his foot and knocked lando's legs out from underneath him , sending the driver flying onto the floor with them.

Then he casually turned his head and kissed cherries rosy cheeks , amusement filling him when she cleared her throat and avoided his eyes like usual, accepting his hand to pull her up again but quickly letting go.

He just ruffled her hair and laughed affectionately at her "love you, you clumsy idiot." Was all he muttered to her with a smirk. The crowd no longer gasping at her but laughing at his antics Instead.

Cherrie hid her smile and just squeezed his waist silently , grateful for having a boyfriend that wasn't afraid to embarrass himself with her. Even if she wouldn't admit it.

"That was landos fault." She lied unable to admit that she hadn't seen the edge of the raised podium, too busy laughing at her boyfriend pulling silly faces at her .

Daniel just snorted while lando looked at her in disbelief , having been no where near her when she fell.

"All lando's fault!" Daniel agreed loudly, giving the driver a shove so that he fell again , grinning at the cameras slyly while everybody laughed at them.

Then there was that time that Cherrie had convinced him to let her take out his new Ferrari for a drive, bitting on his nails in worry but unable to deny her cute little face when she pleaded for him to let her drive it.

So He could only look on in pure disbelief as his Ferrari rolled back into the driveway slowly , a sheepish looking Cherrie getting out of the car as she cleared her throat nervously .

"I- some idiot reversed into me in the parking lot!" She blurted out , lying through her teeth. Once again unable to admit what she had done. This not being the first time that she had managed to fuck up one of their cars.

Daniel glanced between the dent that was now in the front of his Ferrari and then over to the mailbox at the end of their driveway , the mailbox that was now bent at an odd angle.

The same mailbox that had been completely straight when she had left.

He exhaled loudly , hands cupped over his gaping mouth as he reminded himself that she was the love of his life. That it wasn't her fault that she was so fucking clumsily.

That if he shouted at her angrily she would just kick him in the nuts and give him the silent treatment for a month . Because she was petty like that.

He almost whimpered in pain at the state of his brand new Ferrari , knowing that he should have never have let her drive off in it without him there to watch her every move in the first place .

What was he thinking?! How had he forgotten just what a clumsy idiot she was?!

"It's-who-did the same idiot-" he gritted his teeth slightly as he gave her a annoyed glare "also drive into our mailbox?" Nodding over to it pointedly .

Cherrie paused , glancing back at the bent mailbox and sniffling. Slowly nodding her head as she glanced cautiously at him, not knowing what to say.

The truth wasn't it , so instead she pursed her lips at him "yes. But I don't think it was their fault. Taylor swift was on the radio and..." she shrugged helplessly , still avoiding his eyes.

Daniel looked at her in disbelief. Hands on his hips and looking back and forth between the car and his lying girlfriend silently.

Then he noticed the guilty swallow she gave , nervously fidgeting with her fingers and he felt the anger fade away. Just like that.

Sighing loudly he nodded his head okay "right.. so this idiot just happened to be jamming along to Taylor swift and took out our letterbox then?" He summed up for her, giving her a knowing look as he pulled out his phone ready to call the garage to fix the mess that she had made out of his beautiful, new car.

Cherrie hugged her arms around herself, giving her exasperated boyfriend a sheepish smile.

"Yeah.." she mumbled quietly.

Daniel walked over to her and rested his elbow ontop of her head as he assessed the damage even closer, shaking his head at her.

"Which song was it?" Was all he could think to ask her.

Knowing how much she loved to have her own little concert when she was his passenger princess .

He just wasn't aware that his clumsy girlfriend was also putting on a show while driving too. That was far too dangerous for her to do!

Cherrie glanced up at him, sighing in relief when she realised that he wasn't mad. Just.. a little fed up with her bullshit but not at all surprised.

"Er- it was karma.." she muttered well aware of the irony of crashing into their letterbox because she was too busy banging her head along to karma by Taylor swift .

Daniel titled his head and smirked a little, letting out a amused laugh as he pushed her head away from him with a joking huff.

"Bloody typical! I hope you know that you owe me nonestop sex everyday for this!" He told her honestly , not letting her completely get away with this one .

Cherrie just nodded her head in understanding "I know. I'll be- I'll go wait in the bedroom while you call the mechanic.." she said more to herself than him, already planning on wearing her fanciest lingerie to make him feel better about her crashing his car (again).

Daniel watched her run into their house with a amused snort . Putting his phone to his ear with a loud sigh.

"It's a good job that I love her.." he muttered to himself in amusement before focusing on the call.

Unfortunately it wasn't only Daniel's Ferrari that she managed to damage with her clumsiness , it was Charles's too.

They were having a small party at their house and everybody else was inside drinking and carrying on, loud laughter echoing outside as Daniel quickly stepped out to their driveway to check in on his girlfriend who had went out for some fresh air.

Not wanting to be away from her for too long , he let out a laugh as he spotted her dancing around in her heels on the gravel, head tilted to the sky as she hummed along to the music that could be heard from inside their house.

"There you are! Are you having fun baby?" He called over to her with a grin .

Quickly hurrying over to her as he warily eyed her thin heels, knowing how much she could barely walk a straight line in trainers, never mind with pointy weapons on her feet.

Cherrie just smiled at him and giggled tipsily , reaching out her hand for him to grab.

Knowing what she wanted him to do, he twirled her underneath his arm, laughing at the girly shriek that escaped her lips as she spun around in her heels.

He then went to do it again, expecting her to keep ahold of his hand as he twirled her.

But she didn't , because of course she didn't!

He could only watch with wide eyes and gasp loudly as she let go of his hand mid spin, sending herself flying down onto the front of Charles's Ferrari with a bang.

They both froze together, Daniel looking down at his wide eyed girlfriend in shock.

"Oh no." She mumbled worriedly as she pulled herself up from the front of the Ferrari , both of them gasping again as they looked down at the dent that she had made with her elbow slamming into it .

"Daniel! That was your fault!" She exclaimed , immediately pointing blame.

Daniel gaped at her , blinking rapidly. "Me?! You're the one that let go of my hand you clumsy idiot! What is wrong with you-?" He genuinely couldn't believe it.

Looking at her with a mixture of pure amusement and honest concern. "Were you- were you dropped on your head as a baby? Where is your brain? Why is it so.." he knocked on her head three times "empty?!"

Cherrie slapped his hands away with a whine "Daniel! Stop messing about! Charles is going to kill me!" She worried, too drunk to be dealing with this.

Daniel looked at the dent in the Ferrari for a long moment before getting an idea , clicking his fingers at her as he grinned widely .

"I know! One minute! Wait there!" He rushed out before running off back into their house, running straight to the bathroom and grabbing what he needed.

Only to smile at their friends as he walked past them in all in his front room, the drivers looking down at the bright red plunger in his hand with a mixture of amusement and curiosity.

Daniel just shrugged "had a massive shit so.." he casually told them waving the plunger in front of him with a grin .

"Need this big boy! So Don't mind me!" He gave them all a head nod before running back out of the room and straight back outside to rejoin his little idiot .

Cherrie was leaning against the Ferrari with worry written across her face, only to look at her boyfriend in confusion when he proudly showed her the toilet plunger in his hand.

"What?"

Daniel laughed "I'm a genius baby! I’ve seen someone do this on tiktok once.." he told her before proceeding to slam the plunger down onto the dent that she had made, ignoring her surprised gasp and worried muttering at him to stop .

Instead he pulled on the plunger with force and watched with a smug smirk as the dent popped back up easily , glancing over at his now stunned girlfriend triumphantly.

"See? He'll never know now! It's as good as new!" He exclaimed happily , placing his arm around her shoulders as they both admired the now dent free Ferrari.

Only to freeze when they heard a familiar voice echo out behind them.

"Why are you two stood in front of my car with a plunger?" Charles questioned them in worry, looking between the two of them warily. Well aware of the trouble that they always got themselves into.

Cherrie stammered for a answer "well.." she couldn't find a reasonable explanation that didn't give herself away. Never being the best liar .

Luckily for her, Daniel was a pro at lying on her behalf and simply Beamed at Charles innocently .

"Oh nothing mate! Just admiring your car! Very nice.. very ... smooth!" He exclaimed while grinning.

Charles frowned "with a plunger?-" he looked at the plunger in his hand in confusion.

Daniel just laughed and waved his hand carelessly in front of him . "Yeah! Was just measuring the wheel.. to see if it was as big as this plunger!" He told him with a straight face , tapping the wheel with said plunger gently .

He looked at Charles seriously "I can confirm that it is not the same size so.." bedore shrugging and squeezing a speechless Cherrie to his side.

Quickly pulling the both of them away from the Ferrari , nodding his head a bewildered Charles casually .

"Anyways- if you'll excuse us-" he started dragging his clumsy girlfriend back along with him to the door, wanting to get her as far out of reach from the other expensive cars as possible. Before she did something to one of them that a toilet plunger couldn't fix.

Then there was that time that a speechless Cherrie walked into their bedroom with wide eyes, looking at him with a pout , upset with herself.

Daniel just glanced at her hair and blinked, slowly sitting up in their bed as he looked at her now red hair silently .

It was brown an hour ago.

But she had told him that she was just going to refresh it , that he needed to leave her be while she did it herself . Denying his help.

But now she was stood in front of him with tears in her eyes and a face full of regret as she pointed at her Ferrari red hair.

"I'm a redbull driver dan.." was all she could breathe out , clutching her face in upset. Cheeks about to turn as red as her hair was now.

Daniel snorted loudly . He couldn't help it .

Chuckling a little as he stood up from the bed and approached her slowly like she was a wild animal about to attack.

He tried to smile softly . But he just couldn't stop laughing . Even as she started to glare at him, getting pissed off by his reaction.

"I can't have red hair! This is not going to help the Ferrari transfer rumours at all!" She groaned in misery , eyeing herself in the mirror with a scowl.

Daniel carefully ran his fingers through her hair , raising his brow at her in amusement .

"How the hell did this happen?" He wondered , honestly impressed by how she managed to fuck up something that seemed unfuckable . How hard was it to read a colour on a box?

She grumbled at him "I was trying to dye it a reddish brown but apparently it was just red.. bright red.. I didn't know!" She whined, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her head into his chest with shame.

Daniel just laughed even harder, patting her back and awwing at his flustered girlfriend. Unable to help himself.

She was so cute sometimes. His love for her just got stronger with each idiotic thing she managed to do to herself .

"Aww baby! It's going to be okay! It looks great! It'll fade soon anyways won't it?" He reminded her of the fact that the dye was only semi permanent.

She just huffed "we have a press tomorrow Daniel! I'm going to be so embarrassed!" She snapped upset, before moving away from him and throwing herself down onto the bed face first in misery.

Leaving Daniel to press his hands to his hips as he watched the love of his life worry over her now red hair .

Then he got a an idea.

Cherrie could only gape at him in disbelief when an hour later , her boyfriend casually wandered out of their bathroom with bright red hair to match her own.

Giving her a cheesy smile as he ran his fingers through his new hair proudly , tilting his head from side to side to show it off.

"We match now! I quite like this look! I look hot!" He exclaimed as he posed in front of the mirror smugly , seeing Cherrie still gazing at him from

The bed with wide eyes, mouth dropped open in shock.

Then she felt her heart melt as she crawled over to him , wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pressing her face to his side as she looked at the both of their reflections, with matching bright red hair and lovesick grins.

She felt any embarrassment she felt fade away.

Face softening as she gently kissed his arm in a silent thank you .

And when they both walked hand in hand to the press room the next day. Cherrie didn't even flinch when their friends and fellow drivers burst out laughing at the sight of him.

Completely unbothered just because Daniel was as he made the photographer take a hundred pictures of the two of them, joking that the rumours were wrong , that they were both going to Ferrari, not just Cherrie.

"Gotta go red before we go dead! All that jazz! We're no longer blue and Cherrie .. I love you! You knows it's true! Bye bye blue! I see you!" He started singing out randomly , serenading her dramatically just to make her laugh and forget that this entire fuck up had been her fault in the first place.

Because If there was one thing that you could guarantee, was that Daniel would never , ever let the love of his life be embarrassing on her own.

He would always join her and make sure that she didn't feel bad for being such a clumsy idiot.

Because he loved her and he would do anything to make her happy.

If she was going to walk around looking like the top of a hot pepper , then you could bet on it that he would be too!

So it was with those memories and facts in mind that made Daniel not even find himself surprised when he was down on one knee at their favourite beach , watching Cherrie get up from where she had been tying the lace of her shoe in front of him.

He was knelt behind her readily with the ring box in his hand , about to propose to her.

When he could only watch silently , completely unsurprised as she turned back around,

Took one look at him on his knee in front of her and then promptly twisted her ankle and stumbled over a rock behind her , falling flat onto her ass in the sand in front of him with a loud , startled Yelp .

Laid out in the sand in shock as she looked up at him from the ground , Daniel just raising his brow at her in amusement and nodding casually to the ring box in his hand.

"Wanna marry me so that I can have your clumsy ass for life?" He casually asked her , not even flinching when she tried to get back up only to trip over her own feet again.

Falling in front of him with a loud huff , fading red hair falling over her face as she looked over at him with a teary smile.

Sniffling loudly and shouting a excited "hell yes! Oh my god!" Already bawling her eyes out in happiness.

Daniel just grinned and quickly shuffled closer to her, pulling her into his arms before she could even attempt at getting up to her feet again. Not wanting her to break an ankle this time.

He rocked them from side to side, his own eyes teary as he slid the diamond ring onto her shaky finger , pulling away to give her a kiss, both of them grinning into it. Uncontrollably happy.

"Just so you know .. I got this ring insured in case you lose it.." he told her with a knowing smirk , making her giggle bashfully into his chest as she admired the sparkling ring on her finger in amazement.

"I've also got some back up rings back home in the safe. So we're covered on all grounds." He told her insanely proud of himself for thinking ahead, because he knew what she was like.

He gave it a month before she was panicking and crying to him about losing her ring while doing something stupid .

She was a clumsy idiot but by being one he had gotten her to accidentally fall in love with him too so...

It wasn't all that bad.

He just had to have hope that she would at least get down the isle in one piece , remembering the way that she had fallen on the red carpet at a gala once because she had been too busy looking at the sky boredly.

It if anything happened(it would) Daniel was ready.

If she fell? He would throw himself onto the isle right beside her.

If she ripped her dress? He would rip his tux, no hesitation!

If she fucked up her hair again? He would fuck his hair up as well!

Because he had her back. Always.

That's what happened when you were madly in love with an idiot who would push at a pull to open door and fall while going up the stairs.

But he wouldn't change her for anything. She gave him a lifetime of personal amusement , and he couldn't wait to laugh at her next accident too!

Well, If they managed to get home safe first!

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