#dacre montgomery x black!reader

[emsgoodthinkin]

he looks like billy hargrove at this angle 🥴

[wroteitbutneverwatchedit]

Could we work? Pt. 11

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Pairing: Billy Hargrove x F!reader

Summary: When billy rolls into town and all the girls are falling at his feet…… why won’t she?

Warning: Cussing, sexual comments, harassment, billy being well billy.

A/n: I will be posting a part twelve to this, Please be sure to leave me some feedback, a follow and a reblog.  But please enjoy. Please be sure to let me know if you want to be tagged in the next part!  Please THIS IS NOT NO FREE USE YOU CANNOT PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST MY WORK ON THIRD PARTY SITES

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3| Pt.4 | Pt.5 | Pt.6| Pt.7| Pt.8| Pt.9| Pt.10

Word count:503

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Billy scoffed at her and held his hands on my waist, I dusted off my butt and fixed my outfit.

“Piss off” He Barked at the girl, she huffed and skated away. Billy helped me get back to the sitting area and sat me down, I sighed and started unlacing my skates.

“Wait don’t let her ruin our night-“ I cut him off with a chuckle, he looked a little confused.

“I just want to get some food, the funnel cake looked good” I explained, he chuckled nervously and nodded his head.

“Well you stay here and I’ll get it, relax you just got hurt” He said and got away before I could argue. I laughed a little and really relaxed, I looked around the rink and noticed a group of people heading in my direction. I wouldn’t have paid it any mind if I didn’t see Tommy H leading the group towards me, I sighed and sat up properly.

“Well well well, look what we have here? Say didn’t I offer you a date here before. I mean that offer can still stand” Tommy advanced, I rolled my eyes and didn’t respond. Instead, I looked over at the food area of the rink and saw Billy taking the funnel cake from the employee, it won’t be too long before he gets over here.

“You never want to speak, acting all innocent but lately you’ve been hanging off Billy. So what are you his whore now? If you’re giving him a taste might as well give us all a taste.” Tommy proposed, and I scoffed.

“Well Tommy, she’s no whore. Unlike that Girlfriend of yours, get the fuck out of here” Billy signaled, he handed me the funnel cake and I smiled at him.

“Or what?” Tommy challenged, I could see Billy Gearing up to fight but I put my hand on his and shook my head. Tommy laughed and I simply kicked him straight in the crotch. He doubled over and I flipped him off, I situated myself before digging into the funnel cake. I offered Billy some and looked a little distant.

“What’s the matter? Do you not like funnel cake?” I asked once Tommy and his lackeys were gone.

“I’m a man I can handle my own fights” He emphasized, I rolled my eyes and stood up.

“Thanks for the Funnel cake and the skating. This was fun while it lasted, I’m going to head home. When you pull your ego out of your ass call me.” I said grabbing my skates, he looked a little taken back as I walked away from him.

“What are you talking about?” He questioned stopping me

“Pick and choose your battles wisely, don’t just choose to fight because you’re a man and you have to fight it out. I was doing good before you got here with my way of handling situations, just because you’re here now doesn’t mean I have to hide behind you. I’m strong too, don’t underestimate me” I explained

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starstruck

pairing: dacre montgomery x reader

summary: it's just your luck you have a one night stand with the man of your dreams

tags: @miscellaneoustoasts, @tellmehows, @just-that-trash-blog. @mrsjaxtellerfan, @statsvitenskap, @hardygalwrites (maybe? I meant to tag @hardygal69 but I think you're the same person, lmk)

warnings: smut (18+ only), slight choking, alcohol

a/n: heyyy, couple glasses of wine later and here yall go ;)

How did you end up here?

Falling apart with his mouth on your most sensitive parts, tongue swirling, lips sucking, fingers magically used to make you come undone.

The night was a blur leading up to the climax of your darkest desires. A bachelorette party for your best friend, a flurry of bar hopping and karaoke. It's a small world, as you've come to find out.

When you spotted Dacre at a bar, you acted like you didn't know him. It was difficult to do so when you saw him eye you throughout the night. You smiled, threw him a little wave, and left with your girlfriends for the next bar. You freaked out about it in private, walking in your heels along the sidewalk as the night carried on.

You were quiet in the taxi ride to your hotel, friends packed in the back seat chatting up the driver. The windows were rolled down, the cold breeze sobering you before being dropped off at your destination. Your friends follow you into the elevator, everyone discussing different subjects while you replay the snippet of social interaction with a celebrity. Had you been wasted you probably would have introduced yourself, but tonight wasn't the night. Your friend was to be married in the morning, and you'd hate to take any attention from her. You would have to make do with a story to tell at dinner parties.

After saying goodbye to your friends on their floor, you take the elevator up one more level. You lean against the chilling metal of the elevator wall, about to press the button that shuts the doors when you get the idea for a night cap. The hotel has a lavish bar in the dining area, and you aren't quite ready to call it a night. You're still dolled up and not at all mentally tired, so you decide to press the button for the lobby and head down.

You're surprised to find so few people in the lobby. With it being so late in the night, you expected more people to fill its lavish parlor and using the quaint dance floor to hold their partners close. Someone played a piano on stage, and you listened intently while choosing a seat closest to the music. The bartender looked tired, so you ordered something simple and took your phone from your bag to study the photos taken earlier that night.

The bride-to-be looked so happy. She smiled in every picture. You erase some, edit others, and sip your drink.

Movement in the corner of your eye draws your attention away from your phone. You recognize the combed back hair, the squared shoulders, and the charming gaze and smile of the actor you spotted earlier. He sits two seats down and waves the bartender over. When he notices your figure, he points a finger at you and grins.

"I saw you earlier," Dacre says.

You nod, fidgeting with the thin black straw in your drink. "You did," you say, nodding. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were following me." There's a teasing tone in your voice, a hint that you know who he is but won't make a scene. You wouldn't want the same being done to you, so you keep his peace and he acknowledges that by moving one seat closer.

Dacre gets his drink and swirls the ice around so it melts a bit. "I can assure you I'm not," he chuckles. It's breathy, as if exhaustion has set into his bones. "I just happen to be staying in the same hotel," he says. "What are you here for?" He continues.

"Bachelorette party," you reply.

Dacre nods, eyebrows raised in slight interest. He pieces together your group's nightly activities, not wanting to forget the moment he watched you saunter into the bar he occupied. You took up so much light in the room, practically glowing. It was just his luck you were staying in the same place.

"You guys have fun?" Dacre wonders. His shirt is unbuttoned a little bit, and you find your focus fixated on the bit of skin and chest hair exposed.

"We did! Not too much, though," you chuckle.

Dacre lets out a chuff of air, not quite a laugh but still amused.

"Are you filming for the show here?" You dare ask, hoping the inquiry doesn't scare him off. There's no intention to, at least.

"I'm here on business." He winks at you and takes a sip of his drink. You watch his lips part, watch his tongue as it licks the alcohol from his lips.

"Should I bother asking for a couple hints or is it a secret?" You ask, taking a drink of your own. It's almost gone, and you think about ordering another just to have something to keep you in the moment.

Dacre's eyes finally look at you, dark and mischievous. His eyelashes are so much longer up close, a little feature you never appreciate until it's right in front of you.

"Are you good at keeping secrets?" He wonders, setting his almost empty glass back onto the napkin on the wooden bartop.

You nod slightly, fingers grasping the end of your straw so you can finish what's left in your glass. You cross your legs, drawing Dacre's eyes to the skin of your thigh.

"I mixed business with pleasure tonight," he confesses.

"Really?"

"Just a few drinks. I don't do this thing often, but I'm glad I did tonight."

"So you're all tuckered out, then?"

Dacre hums in disagreement, finishing his drink and turning his head back to you. "I'm not that tired, actually." An unspoken arrangement, a flurry of movement to the elevator, and then you're at the penthouse suite at the very top of the hotel.

There aren't many words exchanged by the time Dacre locks the door. You make the first move, the alcohol making you bold enough to gently pull him to you. Dacre follows your move, pushing you against the wall as he kisses you deeply.

Your fingers grip his hair, eliciting a groan from a man you'd never dream of having this experience with. Your stomach flutters with disbelief and desire, and you kick off your shoes as Dacre grips your waist and grinds against you. His erection strains against his trousers, the thickness leaving you eager to keep moving.

The bedroom isn't too far away, and just close enough for him to guide you while his tongue goes into your mouth. You moan, falling back onto the bed. Dacre leans back on his knees to pull his shirt over his head, and you eagerly sit up to kiss his abs, fingernails raking along the skin. Goosebumps travel up his arms, and Dacre holds your head in his hands to tilt your head back.

He kisses you, skin hot with desire as you ease back onto the mattress. With one hand he undoes his belt as you fiddle with the button of your shorts. You're both hungry for each other, and the kiss breaks so you can tear your clothes off.

Dacre takes his time to make sure you're ready for him. With legs right open, you invite him to taste the wetness that has pooled between your thighs. His eyes roll back when he tastes you on his tongue. His fingers grip your warm skin, hand resting on your stomach to keep you pinned to the bed. He flattens his tongue, sucks on you, and it makes lewd wet sounds. You grip his hair, moaning so loud you know other guests can hear but you don't care. You've never felt so close to coming undone in just a few minutes.

"I need you," you gasp.

Dacre sits up, chin wet and a grin on his face. His eyes are dark and there's perspiration on his forehead. He looks pleased with the sight of you: chest heaving, eyes unfocused.

You're throbbing for him at your core, watching as he takes a condom out of his jeans and rushes to put it over his thick cock. You moan at the sight, opening yourself up to him once again.

Dacre's body weight is looming over you, his frame supported on his right arm. He teases the tip of his cock against your wetness, and you grip his shoulders as if begging him to go in all the way. You can't take it anymore. You want him.

And then you have him.

He stretches you out in such a gut wrenching way your toes curl with pleasure. His cock is warm, the length of it slowly filling you up. Dacre's head drops to the crook of your neck and he pants against your ear. "Fuck, you feel so good," he sighs.

He's inside you now, pausing so you can adjust to the feeling of being one. You're dripping, and his cock twitches inside of you as you tense. He grinds his hips against you, squeezing his eyes shut in ecstasy as your fingernails dig into his biceps. He watches your face as he pulls out, slowly entering you once again until he can do so with ease. Your mouth is agape in awe at how good it feels. So fucking good you're panting.

When he starts to pick up the pace, Dacre kisses you so messily you can barely gasp for air. His cock is pounding against the one spot that makes your vision go hazy. Your back arches, sweat beading upon your forehead. You're full of him - can feel him in your stomach. It makes a coil begin to tighten in the deepest parts of you, and Dacre can tell.

You're milking his cock. He can barely keep his pace, but he doesn't want to stop. He pulls out - much to your dismay - and touches your arm in silent questioning. You flip over onto your stomach in obedience, ass slightly in the air. Dacre groans, legs entwined with yours as his chest lays atop your back. He slides into you with a moan, and he fills you up once more.

It's easier for the tip of his cock to hit that spot without pause. You grip the pillow beneath your head, moaning into the sheets to muffle the sounds of your building orgasm. He's so deep it could hurt if he isn't careful, but he's got a hand on your hip and the other gently around your neck. You lean back to kiss him - a sloppy, desperate kiss as he digs his cock into you.

"Fuck me," you gasp.

The coil comes undone.

You're face down into the pillow, panting his name as your hands grip the sheets in tight fists. Wave after wave makes your body tremble, pleasure clouding your mind as your eyes squeeze shut. Dacre can't help but finish. His cock throbs inside of you, his body limp as you milk him for all he's worth.

He falls on top of you, pushing himself to the side to alleviate the weight of himself on your body. You're both panting, the condom wrinkled at the tip and full of the result of your debauchery. A moment passes as you both catch your breaths, and you break the silence with a satisfied giggle. Dacre smiles, leaning up on his elbows and pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

"You've got a big day tomorrow," he says.

Dacre is about to get up from the bed to grab you a towel, but you place a hand on his arm to stop him in his tracks.

"I'm not tired yet," you say. Head still buzzing with pleasure, you give him a smile and lay back down. Starstruck and dazed with your orgasm, your body is warm and fuzzy all over you almost giggle from the feeling. You're naked and vulnerable and enticing, and Dacre can't help himself.

He grabs another condom.

[strangerthingssimps-blog]

Dacre montgomery x Reader

You and Dacre met on the set of stranger things 2, you were playing Dustin’s older sister in the series. You met at the meeting when filming first began. You were sat in between him and Joe keery. Most of your scenes you filmed were with Dacre, Natalia and Gaten.

During your first time interacting with him you recognized him from the power rangers movie that came out a couple of years ago.

“Wait a minute didn’t you play the red power ranger in the new power rangers movie” You say to him and he instantly smiles. “Yeah I did, you watched the movie?” he responds by starting a conversation with you.

“Yeah, I took my younger brother to go watch it. It was quite a good movie” You say to him. You two then started talking which was good since your Characters would be love interests on the show.

The first day of shooting was a really hard and long day. You were in the dressing room getting your hair and make-up done when Dacre came in to get his wig done and he saw you in your costume. Your hair was now really curly and was put in a ponytail for the shot and you were wearing a black top and ripped jeans and some black boots.

“Hey Dacre or should i say Billy” You say getting into character, he was wearing his first outfit and was getting his wig done. “Wow you look nice C/N” says as he finishes getting his wig done. You finally got a good look at Billy's character and you could tell he was the bad boy type.

Over time everyone could tell that you and Dacre had chemistry on set and off cameras. When it was the first romantic scene between you two you were a bit nervous since you had caught feelings for him and instead of an on-screen kiss you thought it was a real kiss. When it came to the kiss all the girls were hyping you up saying you could do this especially natalia she knew about your crush on Dacre and could tell dacre liked you too.

When it came to the premier of Season 2 it was revealed that you and dacre were dating when you came out the limousine holding hands and had matching outfits, at first the fans thought it was because of your characters but then it hit them that they were dating.

Season 3 was the hardest for you both to film because Dacre had to pretend to choke you in a scene when Billy was flayed and Your character was protecting Max, Mike and El. Your acting was that good. He actually thought he was hurting you and had to stop to make sure you were okay.

After Season 3, You and Dacre moved to Australia to live together, in 2020 You were called back in to act in season 4, Dacre went with you because he missed the other cast members especially Sadie and Joe. The duffer brothers decide to take it up a notch and decide to make the character you're playing pregnant with Billy's Child and kill you off as one of Vecna's victims.

It was shocking and heartbreaking to the fans when it was revealed by Nancy when she said “We need to bury them with Billy”. When it was time for the season 4 premier Dacre was your date again and the paparazzi loved seeing you together since they haven't heard anything about you two since the season 3 premiere. After that you and dacre went back to Australia.

In 2026, You and Dacre returned for a 10 year anniversary of Stranger Things. It was nice to reunite with the cast members, Most people pointed out that you had a bump. You were indeed pregnant with Dacre’s child. It was also revealed that you had gotten married in 2024, you had a beach wedding and both of your families were invited.

Let me know if you want a Stranger Things cast x you romance with any other characters

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HELP A GIRL OUT :(

I WANNA DO SOMETHING PEOPLE HARDLY SEE YK, SO LIKE SOMETHING FOR DACRE AND LIKE A MILF READER OR WTV IS FINE JUST B CREATIVE !!

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To Trust a Jedi series

Din Djarin x reader

Part Two - Trust

Chapter Three - Cornered

Chapter Rating - 18+ Pure violence.

Synopsis - Your dark past is dredged up before the Mandalorian.

Notes - Thanks for being so patient with me! This chapter brings to light the readers dark past, and introduces a family member. Psa - Henry is inspired by Dacre Montgomery as Billy. Do with that what you will.

Word Count - 5.6K

AO3 link

"Where did you learn it?"

"Hmm?"

"To fight, don't act coy,"

You have your back turned to him, bent over picking the boy up from his mischief. You grab the gremlin tight and cradle him in your arms before turning around to find Mando standing tall directly behind you.

He landed the crest on Eadu roughly an hour ago. The environment was exceptionally rough on this planet. It was plagued with violent storms unlike any in the galaxy. Mando carefully made his way through the wake and landed on a soft mountain top just outside of a small village cluster

By the time he came down from the cockpit, you were pulling your cloak over your shoulders, a blaster fitted firmly to your hip.

"It's….complicated Mando."

"Complicated," he repeats slowly.

"Yeah, it's—that was really all blaster work. Anyone can fire a blaster," you say softly, pulling the other strap of your pack over your shoulder.

He doesn’t say anything as you turn your back to him and head for the gangplank. You hear his heavy footsteps approach behind you as you press the hatch release and the lift hisses open. A gust of strong wind and rain immediately smack you both backwards. The boy whimpers and clings to your side as you clutch him firmer, pulling your cloak over him so he doesn’t get wet. You glance back at Mando behind you and he tilts his helmet your way. His shoulders lift gently in defeat and you both start to descend the ramp.

It’s dark–dense storm clouds covering every inch of the sky. Theres no sunlight for guidance as the two of you trek through jagged rock formations. The cloak over your head and shoulders does little to help because of the wind–constantly blowing it off your head. Your hair is drenched, sticking to your forehead and your cheeks and your neck–absolutely spoiling your mood. A dark contrast to just over an hour ago. Your lower body still tingles from his touch, your teased cunt dripping arousal from your close encounter with bliss.

Mando treks close behind you, watching you through the T-shaped visor. The boy is nestled comfortably in your arms.You can feel him purring against your chest.

“What are we looking for here?” You ask him, voice raised slightly due to the loud sounds of the storm. His heavy footsteps keep sloshing behind you as you both approach a hill.

“Information.”

“If I’m thinking correctly, this village cluster will be inhabited mostly by Nerf Herders. Do you really think they’ll be any help?” You ask, stopping at the crest of a large hill. It looks over the muddy village cluster below. He comes to a stop next to you, drops of rain bouncing off the Beskar and hitting your skin.

“Have to start somewhere,” He shrugs.

You glance up at him from under your hood before he shrugs and starts forward again. You're roughly an hours walk away from the little cluster. You follow closely behind Mando in silence. Dark blue and black colors paint the sky and everything underneath as the rain pummels down on you. Mud is starting to cake on your boots. Rain water dripping from your soaked head seeps down the channel between your breasts and drenches your shirt–making it stick uncomfortably to your skin. The exposed bottoms of your pants doing the same.

And per usual, Mando seems completely unphased. He's covered head to toe in a thick duraweave flight suit you know is virtually impenetrable. The Beskar helmet helps to keep the rain from hitting his head as well. His thick leather boots are probably dry and warm. It was clear he was certainly far more experienced at this than you were.

As you approach the small cluster, there really isn't much to see. There's roughly ten to fifteen small square buildings that appear to be made of something akin to ferrocrete. Most of them look run down, patched together with whatever junk was laying around. The roofs were also flat, most of which had railings and intricate drainage systems running along the sides. Each building had a pipe where the constant downpour drained out into the street—the walkways consisted of limestone bricks.

The town was built on a small hill, and the bricks lining the streets were starting to slide. Each building going up the hill sat a little higher than the other in a stairway affect. The only lights within miles were the small kerosene lamps hung on each doorstep–just slightly lighting the brick wakways. The alleyways between building were covered with a thick tarp of sorts, keeping vendors stations and products dry from the storm.

Mando steps in front of you when you approach what appears to be a cantina. He adjusts his belt and glances back at you before pushing the door open and stepping in. He holds the door for you as you follow after. The baby purs with anticipation under your soaked cloak as the cantina patrons all stop to look your way. All eyes move your way as you brush your hood back behind your head. The silence is deafening as you glance around. There's a good amount of people here–most are definitely Nerf Herders. Scruffy and dirty looking alike.

You're used to this though–anywhere you go with the Mandalorian, people stop and stare. It's always excited you– the terrified response Mando's presence elicits from people.

A scruffy, dirty blonde barkeep eyes you both from behind the counter. He has stubble on his jaw–brown robes covering his body. He nods slowly in Mando's direction before pulling out two glasses and slamming them on the counter. Mando eyes him for a second before turning to you in the slightest.

"Go take a seat, I'm going to see if I can gather any leads," he speaks softly through the modulator.

You look up at him and nod slowly. His gloved hand comes up to brush your cloak where the boy's head is and then he turns on his heel, heading over to the bar and taking a seat in front of the scruffy tender. The tall man pulls a large bottle of the vibrant blue spotchka out and pours some in both glasses.

The room is still quiet as you shuffle your way over to a booth in the corner of the room. You leave a wave of rain behind you in the process. Patrons eyes follow you as you take your cloak off and set it on the seat next to you. The boys eyes pop out and he tilts his head as you look down at him and smile softly. His little claws grip your shirt as you grab and move him to sit on your bunched up cloak. His head is just about table height from here. You sit next to him and wave a waitress down.

She approaches gingerly, but with a friendly smile–a small notebook in her hands.

"Something for him please," You say softly as you point to the boy.

The woman smiles and nods quickly before turning around and scrambling across the room and through the kitchen doors.

You scan the room again as you lean your elbows on the table. You're still pretty soaked–your shirt sticks so tight to you that every line of your stomach is visible. Your hair is still wet, starting to naturally curl at the ends from the moisture and humidity. You cross your boots at the heels and hum softly. Mostly every patron has gone back to their original conversation. The boy sits beside you cooing as the chatter begins to pick up and fill the once empty room.

Turning to the boy, you reach down and caress his cheek with your palm. He leans into your touch and his eyes flutter shut as your thumb slowly rubs circles on forehead. He opens his mouth with a smile, tiny front teeth showing through his lips. You can't help but smile more, leaning your head down on your other palm to watch him with adoration.

The waitress comes back not ten minutes later with a bowl of soup for the boy. She sets the bowl down in front of you and nods before whipping back around to attend to her other customers. You take your hand and scoot the bowl over. He leans forward in anticipation, setting his little claws on the edge of the table. The soup still steams, fresh from the kitchen. You slip a spoon out of its sleeve and dip it into the hot soup, slowly stirring in gentle circles so as not to spill any on the baby. As you take a spoon full of the soup, you bring it to your mouth and blow–cooling it down before you drop it into the baby's mouth. He slurps it up happily. Just as you pull back to dip the spoon in the soup again, the table shifts as Mando sits down in the booth across from you.

He grunts and leans back in his seat, throwing one arm back and over the top of the booth.

"Good news and bad news," he gruffs.

You continue your minstations from before, blowing gently on the soup before letting the baby slurp it up. You spare a quick glance at Mando, acknowledging his statement.

Mando watches you from across the table before he continues.

"The quarry is on this planet," he says, crossing one leg over the other under the table. "But he's involved with Imps–"

"What? Here?" You stop very suddenly, the boy whining when you halt the spoon of soup right in front of him, but just out of his reach. Your head snaps over in Mando's direction. "Wait–what do you mean he's involved with Imps?"

Mando cocks his head to the side a bit, analyzing your now very stiff posture. He taps a finger on the table.

"Apparently the Empire used to have some sort of lab here whe–"

"The energy conversion lab," you interrupt.

Mando stops tapping his finger, helmet turning to give you all his attention.

"What?" He says roughly. "You know of it?"

Your throat goes dry at the thought. You try and swallow, turning back to the boy who has his mouth open, ready for more soup. You oblige him and set the spoon up to his lips.

"Yes, I've read about it,"

Mando doesn't say anything. He waits for you to elaborate.

"It was a lab built specifically for The Empire to experiment with and study Kyber Crystals–" you say, continuing to spoon feed the baby. "--before the destruction of the Death Star,"

Rain pours heavily upon the roof of this cantina, elevating the tense air between you and Mando. He's no idiot. He saw the way your muscles instantly tensed when he mentioned Imps. It was the same reaction he got from you back when he told you Imps had taken the baby on Navarro.

"Kyber Crystals?" He asks.

You take your attention away from the boy when he pushes the spoon away from his mouth, indicating he had his fill of soup for the night.

"The Jedi use them to craft their lightsabers–" you explain. "--they're extremely powerful force-attuned crystals. They give the Jedi and sith alike….most of their power. The Empire was harvesting them–lusting to use their power to destroy worlds. But…the laboratory was abandoned shortly before the fall of the Death Star. There was a scientist there by the name of Galen Erso who was caught drafting plans to infiltrate the Death Star. His daughter was able to successfully obtain those plans and transmit them to the Rebellion after his death,"

Mando leans forward, closer to you over the table so you both can talk a bit more quietly.

"What are they doing back here then?" He asks in a gruff whisper.

Your eyes shoot back and forth in his visor, hands becoming sweaty

"That lab was built specifically for the study of Kyber Crystals–" you say, voice low and shaky. "--I can only think of one reason why the Imps would be back here,"

Mando leans in closer, both gloved hands resting flat on the table. His helmet is intense in your gaze.

"How. Do you know all of this?" He asks, his tone on a demanding level now.

"Mando–I told you. I read it,"

A hand shoots up to grab your chin, holding you firm in place as his gaze burns through you.

"Do. Not. Lie to me," his fingers tighten on your jaw and he yanks you towards him.

"I-I'm not, Mando–" you huff out. "--this place isn't safe. We need to leave,"

He says your name low from under the modulator and you can't help the whimper that escapes your tongue. He holds you steady in front of him. The baby coos unknowingly at your side as he watches.

"Please listen to me–" you pleaded to him. "--no quarry, whoever he is, is w-worth messing with Imps–please Mando,"

He regards you with your chin in his palm. Your fingers dance nervously on your thighs as the rain pelts the roof of the cantina even harder. The boy next to you watches the both of you anxiously, head tilting back and forth as the two of you talk.

Mando can see the concern in your eyes–estranged fear unlike your usual bright and cheerful demeanor. You breathe slowly as he takes you in, fingers beginning to loosen on your chin between he ultimately decides to let go entirely. Relief washes over you and your shoulders begin to drop–a shaky final breath coming through your lips.

Mando tilts his helmet towards the boy as the tense air between the two of you thins away. The chatter of happy cantina patrons replacing the pumping heartbeat in your ears. He slides his gloved hands to the middle of the table and uses the surface to hoist himself to his feet. You follow after, bending down to grab the baby and place him in the satchel on your hip. Mando stands tall next to you, watching you situate his son on your hip for the second time today. His hands flex at his sides and a couple patrons give you both a quick glance before turning around.

Just as you're pulling your cloak over your shoulders, the cantina doors slam open. Your head whips towards the door and The Mandalorian's helmet follows. His hand slips down his side to ghost over the blaster on his hip. You push the baby in his satchel around to your ass, the cloak shielding him. The Cantina guest's gasp and pull their drinks closer to them as three stormtroopers with their blasters armed walk through the cantina doors.

You don't think you've ever heard a room go as silent as it just did. Your heart begins beating loudly again, reverberating in your ears. Your cheeks flush a bright red and you nervously fumble closer to Mando who takes a few protective steps in front of you.

The stormtroopers march to a halt before the entire cantina, blasters raised and pointed directly towards you and Mando. His shoulders raise in defense as his fingers wrap around the blaster on his hip.

"Everyone out!" One stormtrooper calls loudly. He waves his blaster towards the door–but the other two keep theirs trained on you and the brooding Mandalorian.

Glasses slam to wooden surfaces as the cantina customers all scramble to get to the doors. Once the room is cleared, the stormtroops motion to something just outside of your line of vision. One of them tilts their head to beckon something inside the cantina. Something feels terribly wrong about all of this. You stay still behind your protective Mandalorian. The baby behind you whines softly. Your senses start to tune out, the voices of the stormtroopers becoming muffled. You can hear your own breathing now, ragged and shaky.

And when a mysterious tall figure in black robes saunters through the doorway, your breathing stops all together. Mando's finger wraps entirely around the handle of his blaster now as he takes one defensive step back towards you, his other arm coming out to shield you.

The figure stands taller than all of the stormtroopers, even Mando–you think. His hood casts a dark shadow on his face. You're unable to read any of his features just yet. He comes to a stop between the troopers, turning his broad shoulders to face you and Mando. Tanned hands come out from under the robes and Mando tenses. Slowly, the figure's hands come up to grab the edges of his hood and begin to slide it back. A strong jaw is revealed, then a big nose, thin lips, and lastly, his wavy dirty blonde locks that rest just below his jawline.

It hits you then–when he opens his eyes. They're the same color as yours. Beautiful, elegant ocean's with endless depth.

A gentle smile crosses his lips as he stands tall in front of you and Mando. His hands come to lay atop each other on the front of his waist.

"How long has it been, sister?" The man asks gently.

Mando stands still in front of you, fingers twitching on the blaster at his side. The baby coos behind you.

"Henry." You say through shudders.

Mando glances back at you. "Sister?" He asks gruffly. You nod slowly, eyes going up to meet his visor. "You never told me you had a brother." He whispers through the modulator.

You glance up at him and then back at Henry as you see him adjust his stance from your peripheral. He raises his arms to cross over his chest. The confident smirk never leaves his lips.

"You must be desperate, sister–" he tutts. The Stormtroopers standing still at his side with their blasters pointed towards you. "--to hire a Mandalorian as your bodyguard."

You feel absolutely no need to defend yourself at this point. He was trying to get a rise out of you.

"I remember when you were one of the most feared warriors in the galaxy–" he says "--now you need a lowly Mandalorian to protect you? For shame, sister."

"Why are you here?" You ask plainly.

Henry smiles and turns to sit down in a chair unceremoniously. One leg comes to cross over the other and his arms stay tied at his chest.

"You're smarter than that, sister." He says, hand gesturing to you to sit across from him. You stay planted on your feet behind Mando. "You know why I'm here."

Mando turns with Henry as he sits across from the two of you. His muscles are stiff as he keeps all of his attention on the tall man in front of him. Your hand glides down your waist to the blaster on your hip, fingers wrapping around the handle.

"I didn't believe it when Master Gideon told me you had possession of the child," he says, head tilting to the side to try and look past the Mandalorian, at you. "I had to see it for myself."

"The child has nothing to do with this, Henry." You say.

Henry laughs gently. "Oh, but he does. You know what he's capable of. Which is why I presume you have gone out of your way to conceal him."

Mando pulls his blaster from his belt and grips the trigger tightly. "What is going on here?" Mando questions towards you.

Henry laughs in response. A low rumbling from deep within his chest.

"Has my sister not told you anything about her past?"

You let out a soft breath as Mando turns to glance back at you. No words leave his mouth.

"Well, I guess I can understand why–" he says, the shit eating grin on his face making an appearance again. "---I wouldn't want to tell anyone I was once a powerful Force user…but are now totally and utterly defenseless–useless." He adds at the end.

"You were a…Jedi?" Mando asks.

"She wanted to be–" Henry interrupts. "--didn't quite work out how she wanted."

Henry slowly stands from his seat, heavy boots clacking on the wooden floor as he slowly approaches you and Mando.

"My sister was a Sith lord, under the direct supervision of Darth Vader himself–" he says, tilting his head down to look at you. "--until she betrayed The Empire. She's a wanted fugitive."

Mando backs up as Henry approaches, but stays close to you, his hand coming out to gently wrap around your forearm. Fuck, you're shaking. Actually trembling under Mando's touch. It's embarrassing.

All of it's true. You spent so many years blocking the memories out in the hopes that you would never again be reminded of your slavery to The Empire. Once a powerful Force user, to a normal woman–completely defenseless.

It wasn't your choice. You had to remind yourself every time the nightmares came back. I was forced. I had no choice.

And truly, it wasn't. When you were trafficked and brought to Vader, there was one thing he could use against you. You were a strong and fearless young woman, and made it clear that you would rather die than use your abilities to help The Empire. However, Vader was an intelligent and manipulative man. He knew you had very few weaknesses, but he found one. One of great value. Your brother–who was also a Force user….but wasn't nearly as capable as you. Though Vader also had Henry in his possession and could do whatever he wanted to him, he promised to keep him alive and unharmed if you did everything he told you. And that you did. All for Henry–to keep him safe from the Empire and the outside galaxy.

Through many years of mental torture, you did as you were asked. Taking the lives of anyone Lord Vader commanded. It wore you down, and made you come to loathe yourself. A deep hatred would burn through your body, consuming you almost entirely. Until you were able to escape. A loophole, a brief opening in the matrix that granted you the freedom you desperately needed–longed for. When that time came, you were an adult, it was actually very recently--somewhere between five and ten years ago.

You approached Henry with the plan, excitement and fear flowing through your veins simultaneously. What you weren't expecting was for him to deny your invitation. You presented a plan of action to him–for your escape. And he denied you. In that moment, your heart sank. Your blood ran cold and you swear you stopped breathing entirely. Your skin turned pale as you watched him back away from you. One of your hands extends towards him. He uttered one word before disappearing down the hallway.

"Traitor."

They had gotten to him. You had been with the Empire for so long, Henry was convinced it was religion–a way of life. That had totally brainwashed your brother.

You pull your hand up to gently lay over Mando's and he looks down at you. You squeeze him gently.

"I'm sorry, I should have told you," you say, squeezing your eyes shut to hold in the impending tears. Mando responds only by squeezing your arm a little harder. His visor bores into you from above. Your heart pounds and in this moment, you can't help but feel helpless. Here in this moment, your lies have been laid out for the Mandalorian–your Mandalorian. It was only ever your intention to help the boy, but along the way you found a friend. Many friends, actually. You knew when you started this partnership with the Mandalorian that it would be short lived. Help him find the boy's people and you would split onto your own new paths.

But in those few months aboard the Crest, you came to enjoy his company. Once he was used to you, sometimes he would talk; tell you about his hunts. The boy would babble and waddle around looking for something to get into.

You didn't realize until now, just how much like a family they had become to you. You'd never known something so intimate before. The Mandalorian made you smile, and made you feel safe. For the first time in your life. He made you a home–no–he is your home.

And now your decitete had been made. He wouldn't trust you after this, never.

You slowly open your eyes to look up at him through wet lashes. Tears sit on your lower eyelids as your breath comes out in quivers.

"Forgive me." You say gently.

Mandos chest rises and falls gently, his body achingly close to yours as his hand still grips firm on your forearm. He doesn't look away from you–a brief moment letting his guard down as he takes you in. He inches closer, helmet coming down to loom over your face. Before he can say anything, Henry speaks.

"You can keep him safe, sister. If you do as I say." He says from a few steps away. His arms are folded at his chest, a hint of…understanding? In his voice? You glance over at him.

"Come with me–without a fight. I'm not interested in the Mandalorian."

"She's not going anywhere." Mando suddenly speaks through the modulator, his voice rough and controlled.

You give him a look of confusion. Henry picks up on it and elaborates.

"I'm not interested in the kid, Master Gideon is–" he says. "--you are worth more to him. He just doesn't know it yet."

"I don't….understand." you say softly. "I can't….I haven't used it since…"

"You shut the Force out when you escaped, I know. That doesn't mean you're incapable of using it still," he says. "If you come with me, I can take some of the attention off the boy and his protector."

You watch him, his face taking on a more serious look. Mando squeezes your arm again to grab your attention. When you look up, his helmet is trained on you again. His posture is stiff and unmoving.

"No." He says plainly. "We can figure something else out."

"Mando, I…" you start.

"If you refuse, then all three of you will die." Henry says bluntly, a deafening seriousness in his tone at this harsh ultimatum. "I'm finished chasing you." He says your name following the statement with heart racing sincerity.

"Gideon will take me…instead of the child?" You ask.

Mandos grip tightens yet again, his helmet snapping down. "I said no."

"For the time, you should suffice–" Henry says. "--he does need the boy; but if I take you first it will give the Mandalorian time to take off with him."

Mando grits your name out through the Modulator, his visor not leaving you. You breathe out slowly, your free hand coming around the back to lay on the boy's head.

"I have to…." You say gently, glancing up at Mando. "You can go somewhere safe. It will buy you some time–"

"I. Said. No." Mando reiterates gruffly through his modulator. "I'm not leaving you here."

Mando watches you intently before shifting to address your brother.

"I don't understand. If Gideon needs the kid, why give us the chance to run?"

Henry smirks, cocking his head to the side.

"I've been chasing my sister for years–almost a full decade. She betrayed me—" he says, reaching up to point an accusatory finger at you. "--she betrayed not only me, but the man who taught her everything she knows," he exhales slowly, facing narrowing with what you can assume is his own disgust.

"He enslaved us, Henry–" you defend.

"He saved us!" The golden haired man snaps. His arms fly from his side and his fists clenched in anger. "He gave us a home! He gave us all the tools we needed to be powerful Sith lords and you—!" He yells, only to be interrupted by your own raised voice.

"--he used us as pawns, Henry! Are you so blind to not see through his lies?!" You snap back. "He took us from our home and forced us to murder innocent people! Hundreds of innocent lives are gone because you were weak! If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't have ended up where we did…" you trail off, blood reaching boiling point as Mando watches you from above. "--you were weak. and he used that against me. If you weren't such a weak fool, Henry…" your voice softens as your skin loses its heat.

Henry stands across from you, an uncomfortable silence fills the room as the two of you stare each other down. Your breath is heavy, as is his. The warm fists at his sides are clenching open and closed as he tries to remain cool and composed. Though his red cheeks and intense stare give away his anger.

You stand tall next to Mando, his hand moving to rest on your lower back as your eyes never leave your brother. He leans down for a moment, the cool Beskar touching the peak of your cheek as he whispers to you

"Let's go." He says, followed by the gentle mutter of your name.

Mando has just a moment to move an inch closer to you, the other hand coming to push you by your stomach when Henry lashes out again.

"Kill the Mandalorian, take the woman and the kid. Don't kill her, I want that privilege." He orders the three stormtroopers behind him.

All three stomp at once, blasters coming up and pointing at you in unison as Henry slowly turns his back to you and heads towards the door. Mando immediately goes into fight mode and yanks the blaster from his belt. He points it at the back of Henry's head too fast for the stormtroopers to respond. His nimble finger pulls the trigger, but only moments before the tall golden haired man whips around, his palm flat and facing the three of you. A thick gust of wind hits you in the gut and knocks you off your feet. You land on your side, careful not to squish the baby behind you. It takes you a few moments to regain yourself, the lights on the ceiling are unbearable as you lay there struggling to breath.

It's hard to hear anything over the baby's cries, and the fat droplets of rain once again pummeling the metal roof of this cantina. You huff out as you try and sit up, only to see three pairs of white boots approaching you rapidly. You turn to face the baby, torso leaning down to shield him as strong hands begin wrapping around all parts of your body. You're soon lifted off the ground with heavy feet as the baby continues to cry for you.

You still can't hear, only your own harsh breathing as you look around to see the wake of devastation. Mando had been thrown through three tables and two hard wood kitchen doors, and he lay unconscious in another part of the building. Your heart races as you see him lying there. You think you start to shout, but everything is in and out. Feet begin to drag the floor as two of the stormtroopers start to cart you out of the building.

The baby. You can still hear his cries. Fuck, the baby.

You jerk back, looking towards the open door of the cantina as rain pours over your exposed head. Your hair sinks to stick to your face and neck as you're dragged through thick mud to your brothers ship.

A pathetic whimper ghosts through your lips as you watch your brother duck out of the cantina, the baby in his hands. Your eyes begin to water; and this time you make no attempt to stop the tears from falling. You feel your nasal cavity start to clog as the tears mix with rain on your cheeks.

The storm troops drag you up a lit ramp only to toss you on the ground. Henry follows with his robe up and covering his head. You watch as the baby reaches for you as the tall man passes. You sit on the ground, limbs weak from being thrown around like a rag doll.

"Get her in full body cuffs, on the table." Henry demands as he continues through the hold and down a connecting hallway.

"Sir, the Mand–" one stormtrooper starts.

"--Leave him. Let the villagers pick the beskar off his corpse."

"Henry, don't. Please." You manage as the hold door begins to close. Two stormtroopers come to pick you up again and this time, you struggle. You jerk back as hard as possible, sending one stormtrooper to the ground. The other grunts but holds on and takes you to the ground. He rolls you on your stomach and drags your arms behind you to place cuffs over your wrists. His knee digs into your lower back, pressing your stomach hard to the cold metal floor as you struggle to find air.

You squirm as much as you can, faintly hearing the muffled curses of the stormtroopers as they pick you back up once again and start dragging you down a long, lit corridor. It's too much all at once. You're trying to focus and see if you can sense where Henry headed, but when one of the stormtroopers sees you distracted he makes an executive decision to smack you across the back of your head, knocking you out cold.

After that, your lifeless body is dragged back to the end of the ship to a room where you are strapped to a table. All arms and legs held down tight to prevent your escape.

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Good Girl, Bad Boy (Pt. 15 of 15)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 1.5 K

Summary: You're the extreme opposite of Billy Hargrove. The good girl, with perfect grades, the child every mother wants to have. And you don't want to have nothing to do with his kind. Ignoring Billy – and his constant, lingering stare – became an habit. But after you're put together for a special school program, you'll have no choice but to get along with him. And soon enough you'll find out that Billy is so much more than just Hawkins' bad boy.

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Leaving Hawkins

“Billy, I can't close this one.” You whine, pushing your baggage and trying to pull the zipper.

“Do you really need all that?” He asks, gesturing at your two huge pieces of baggage, and the one you can't close, a bit smaller.

“Yes. These are my clothes and stuff. We're moving out, I'll need all of it.” Batting your eyelashes, you take Billy's hand. “Just help me close it, please?”

He rolls his eyes dramatically before working on your stuff. And there's a small pile of clothes that won't let it close. “I'll rip the zipper if I push it further.” As he speaks, he takes off what's on the way and the thing closes down easily.

“What am I going to do?”

“I have a bag you can use. But we'll have to drive back to my place before hitting the road.”

“Hitting the road...” You mutter, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Something wrong?”

“No, I just... Can't believe it.” Looking down at your hands, you sigh. “I was expecting this moment for so long and now is actually happening. I'm going to college. We're both going to college. Together. And this is–”

“Amazing.” He finishes off for you, sitting by your side. “(Y/N), I... I've heard from some people that I'd never be anyone. That I'd have a miserable life and I swear I didn't care. I was fine with it but now it's different. Now I have you and I want to give you the whole world.”

“You already do.” Tracing the outline of his jaw, you stare into his blue eyes. “And the future that waits for us will be great. You'll be an amazing Marine Biologist...” As you speak, you move to sit on his lap, arms around his neck. “...And I'll be an awesome Architect. And our kids will know their parents are soulmates, meant to be together.”

“Pretty girl, you couldn't be more right.” And he claims your lips on a kiss, fast and needy, that has to be cut off way too soon because of the footsteps coming towards the bedroom.

“Kids, it's getting late.” She says, and before she can come in, you stand up. “I don't mean to kick you out but the road to California is long and you have a certain time to reach the hotels you'll be sleeping in and–” She stops talking suddenly, swallowing hard. “Baby, I'm gonna miss you.” She pulls you into a hug, way too tight. “Call me from the hotels and the moment you set foot in California, hear me? I'll visit you as soon as I get my days off.“

“Alright, mom.” Giggling, you pull away. “We're ready to go. We'll have to stop at Billy's to get another bag but that's it. I'm officially leaving Hawkins.”

“Dear God, I thought this day would never come.” She mutters but helps you with the baggage anyway.

At the sidewalk, she hugs you and Billy once again, holding you for way too long. But you don't blame her. One day, it'll be you saying goodbye to your kids, and you know you'll feel the same.

“Hargrove, take care of her.” She says, finally letting you go. “Make sure she's eating well, and watch out for her allergies and–”

“Mom, Billy will take care of me just fine. And I'll take care of him as well.” You assure her, giving her one last kiss on the cheek before getting inside the car.

And then, Billy starts driving.

It's not like your leaving Hawkins yet, but you are leaving your house and your mother.

Holding back the tears, your take Billy's hand. “The first day of the rest of our lives.” You mutter, looking at the houses passing by.

“It'll be wonderful.”

Nodding, you smile. “It sure will.”

Twenty minutes later your stopping by his house for the last time. But there's something you notice immediately. And so does Billy, as all his body gets tense.

Neil's car is here.

“Wait here, alright?” You quickly nod, but before he can leave the car, you pull him towards you, just to kiss him.

You've never met Neil. Billy doesn't want you anywhere near that devil of a man. And you're alright with it. As you watch him leaving the car and getting inside the house, you regret making him do that just to get you some stupid bag.

On the day Billy finally told you everything, about who his father really is and what he did, you saw your boyfriend cry for the first time. And on that night you held him, not giving a damn to what would happen if your mother caught him in your bedroom. He needed you.

>>>>>>>>>>>> And maybe he needs you< now.>

Taking a deep breath, you step out of the car, and when you reach the porch, you hear a yell. Your heart skips a beat as you run for the door, but on the moment you open it, Billy is already coming out, a black bag in his hand. He stops when he sees you, eyes going wide.

“B, are you alright?” You ask in a soft voice.

“I am, pretty girl. C'mon.” He walks out, taking your hand.

“So this is the plaything you're using this time.” The voice, harsh and loud, comes from inside the house. Both you and Billy stop, turning around. “Sweet little thing. Don't ruin her life as you did with yours.”

“I'll never understand what kind of sick pleasure you have on stepping on me!” Billy yells, moving forward, but not letting go of your hand. “There are a lot of things I should say to you but I just realized it doesn't matter. You don't matter.”

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> “You won't say anything because you know I'm right.” Neil laughs, eyeing you up and down as if you were nothing. Neil thinks everyone is nothing. < Because that's what he sees every time he looks in the mirror.>

>>>>>>>>>> “I won't say anything because it doesn't matter. Because <you> doesn't matter.” Billy says, squeezing your hand a little. Stepping closer, you lay your forehead on his shoulder, just so he knows you're here, with him. “There are much more important things in my life right now, and it finally made me see who you are and who I am. And I'm so much more than you.”

You can't believe the words coming off his mouth.

And you can't believe you have a part in it. In this change, in this strength.

“You're just a–”

“He's just an amazing man.” You decide to speak, locking eyes with Billy before looking at Neil. “Billy is everything, and you're nothing. Just a sad, mediocre man, who needs to make others feel bad just so you feel better about yourself.”

“I'm leaving now, father.” Billy spits the last word as if it was poison in his mouth. “And I don't want or need you in my life. In our lives.” And he starts walking again, and just before you turn around, you notice a bruise forming on Neil's face. “Hope I'll never see you again.”

A river of profanities leaves Neil's lips, in yells and curses. You keep an eye on Billy, checking if he wants to go back there. To kick him in the gut or something, but Billy is oddly... Peaceful. As he drives away. For good.

“...B.” You say in a low voice, reaching out a hand to touch the nape of his neck. “Are you alright?”

Sighing, he glances at you. “I am.” There isn't a hint of doubt in his voice. “Today I just... He started yelling and I started to feel like before but them... Then I thought about you. And it just clicked.” There are tears in your eyes, and you don't even try to hold them back. “You showed me how good life can be. And the man I want to be, for you. Because you deserve all the love world and I'll give it to you. Through studying, having a good job, and building a life together. Getting married and having kids. All of it. I want all of it... With you.”

“I love you.” You whisper, wiping some tears away. Luckily, he's forced to stop at the red light, and you get the chance to lean on him, kissing all over his face until your lips finally meet his. “I love you, B.”

“Love you too, pretty girl.” He replies, looking up at you on your awkward position, kinda on him, but not really. “I–” He's cut off by some idiot blasting the horns behind.

Rolling your eyes, you go back to your seat as Billy starts moving again. “Don't even bother, we'll have a lot of time to make out.”

“I'm counting on it.” With a wink and a sassy smirk, Billy makes you blush and smile again, as you both cross the sign that says ‘Leaving Hawkins’.

The road is long, and the next years will certainly be difficult. But as long as you're together, you can take it all.

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Wine

Dacre Montgomery x Reader

Summary: After spending months of crushing on Dacre, all you needed is a little courage to speak up, or alcohol. 

  His handsome face caused you more confusion than any math problem ever could.

The way he smiled made you feel fuzzy on the inside. And it was harder and harder to hide your feelings for him. You were sure some of your co stars noticed it by now.

You had a crush on him from the moment he walked on set and introduced himself as the actor who will be playing Billy.

And ever since, you were lost.

Lost in his eyes, in his smile and in his incredible physique. You forgot your lines whenever he was also in the scene with you, because you were so nervous. You felt like a teen again. A love-sick teen.

And in a way that helped you build your character for the series. Which was a bonus at least.

But now, you were lost, in a different meaning of the word. 

You were expected to go to a dinner with the cast, however on your way there you must have took the wrong turn, because you were now in a completely different side of town. And the best of it all? Your rental car decided to breakdown. You did manage to call a recovery and a taxi.

You were very late for the dinner. Because when you finally got there half of the group already left and the other half was drinking.

“I’m so sorry. My car broke down. I tried to call,  but someone didn’t pick up.” you said shooting a glance to Finn. Finn was the only one you had as a contact since you two were great friends. “I’m starving.” you said as a waiter handed you the menu.

“Good to see that you made it.” Dacre said beside you and this is when you noticed that you took a seat next to him. You offered him a smile before you ordered something for yourself.

“I took a wrong turn, because the GPS in the car was terrible, then after driving around for about fifteen minutes the car decided that it would break down.” you told him as the waiter left to get your order ready.

“Ah, I was starting to think that you wouldn’t come.”

“No, I wouldn’t miss it for anything. But now, I’m without a car, and hungry.”

“I can drive you back to your hotel. Shouldn’t be far from mine.”

“I actually have a rented apartment...” you say trying not to sound like a spoiled teen. “But I would appreciate it if you could drive me home, thank you, Dacre.”

“Of course.” he smiled.

That damn smile of his. Cute yet sexy at the same time. Innocent yet somehow kinky.

Maybe you were going mad.

You took a sip of your drink before you looked back to your right were he sat, he gave you a wink before he went back to his conversation.

You were definitely going mad.

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Perhaps drinking multiple glasses of wine wasn’t the best choice. But it was so delicious. And who could have thought that you would end up tipsy when you even ate a lot?

You just hoped not to be a burden to Dacre and the others. Or you hoped you wouldn’t say something you shouldn’t.

Slowly everyone left, one by one, leaving you and Dacre behind. He was telling you stories, making you laugh. And you did the same.

“Maybe we should leave too. Tomorrow you have the day off, no? You will be able to sleep.”

“Hmm.” you said nodding your head as your hand unconsciously moved to the part where his shirt was open. Not as low as his character, Billy would have, but it still had his delicious skin show.

“What are you doing?” he asked with a laugh as he watched your hand move from his neck down until his open shirt let you.

“Your skin. I needed to know if it is as smooth as it looks.” You grabbed your glass, which was now filled with water.

“And? Is it?” your drunken mind was too focused on anything else to notice how his voice lowered and his eyes darkened. And he didn’t push you away. 

“It’s even better than I imagined.” you said as you looked around. “Where are the others?” you asked with a confused expression.

“They left. And we should too. I have a feeling you will have one hell of a headache tomorrow.”

“I never do. I can drink as much as I want, but no headaches.”

“Lucky you.” he said, laughing as he stood up from the chair. You did the same but you wobbled a little. He had to grab you so you wouldn’t fall.

You moved your nose closer to his neck and smelled his perfume.

“Tom Ford Black Orchid.” you said as you grabbed your purse.

“You know your cologne.”

“I used to work in a perfume store. I know most.” you said as you ran your hand through your hair and made your way out of the restaurant.

You quickly got into Dacre’s car as he started to drive.

You knew you were staring, you felt it. And if you did, so did he. He took a quick glance at you before turning back to the road.

“What?” he asked with a laugh.

“How can you be real? Handsome, funny, smart, talented, kind and your killer smile. Just not fair.” you were pouting, the fact that you practically confessed to Dacre completely went over your head.

“Well, thank you. I think you are also very nice and beautiful and talented.”

“You are just saying that because I complimented you.”

“No, I truly mean it.”

“Sure.” you said letting out a long yawn.

You watched as the buildings passed before you closed your eyes.

***

The next morning you woke up in your bed. You were confused as to how you got there in the first place, but not the weirdest place to wake up after a few drinks.

Thanks to the alcohol, you forgot most of what happened. You remembered being late, talking to Dacre, Natalie, Joe and Charlie. Then you remember eating and drinking, but nothing more.

You assumed the images in your head about talking to Dacre were just your imagination.

As you walked out of the bedroom into the living room, you noticed a few things were misplaced, but you blamed your drunk self. You sat on the couch and decided to order some burgers. You put your phone down on the small table and this is when you noticed another phone there. It was definitely not yours. You picked it up and as the lock screen flashed you saw an image of a beach.

Did you steal someone’s phone? OR was someone else in the apartment with you? As you turned around you saw Darce standing in the hallway, looking in the mirror, fixing his hair. Then you looked back to the table in front of you and back to Dacre who was now standing behind you.

“Morning! You sure sleep a lot it’s almost 11 am.” he said. But why was he there?

“Hi. Umm...sorry but why are you here?”

“Oh, right. So, I drove you home, but you fell asleep in the car, so I carried you in.”

“And you changed my clothes?”

“No, you did that, half asleep. And you said I could stay since it was late, so I did.” he said as he sat down beside you on the couch. “Look you said something yesterday.”

“Oh no. Did I make a fool of myself?” you asked, feeling embarrassment creep up in your stomach.

“No. You didn’t just...I was so afraid to ask you out. I thought you are going to reject me, but now I’m a bit more confident.” you didn’t know what he was referring to, him? Afraid of rejection from you? How? You could only stare at him as he ran his fingers up and down his chest with a smile. “Would you be open for a date with me?” he asked and just as you opened your mouth to answer, your doorbell rang.

“It’s my food. I’ll be quick.” you stood up and walked to the door. Hoping that on your way to the door and back, you would be able to make sense of what was happening. Did Dacre really just asked you on a date? And what did you say that encouraged him to finally open up.

You walked back into the kitchen.

“I ordered some burgers, would you like some?” you asked him and he accepted. “I’m not avoiding your question by the way.” you said as you handed him his plate and sat down once again. “I’m just confused, you thought I didn’t like you?”

“Yes. I didn’t want to make it awkward between us, so I just didn’t do anything about it.”

“Well, Dacre, I would love to go on a date with you.”

​“Cool.” he said smiling.

“That’s not fair! You smiling like that is. How would I ever be able to say no if I know that you will smile like that when you are happy.” Now he was laughing as you smiled yourself.

“Guess then I can do whatever I want, Babe.”

You shook your head before you turned the TV on to watch something while you ate.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Dacre looking at you.

You were extremely happy that your feeling were reciprocated. And also the fact that he asked you out on a date, you would never have imagined things to turn out that way.

Perhaps you should drink wine more often.

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