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underoossss · 2 years

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babe, baby, beautiful – s.h

pairing: steve harrington x reader

warnings: language, miscommunications, idiots (pining) to idiots (lovers)

an: lets do this again shall we? this wasn’t showing up in the tags, so i deleted and reposted it today im sorry (i also changed the title from ive meant it all to this). So mamma mia here we go again. Have some wholesome hurt/comfort best friends to lovers to brighten your day/night. I love pining idiots and love confessions so here you are!

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The bell over the deli’s front door rings at 1pm, and after a glance at the car parked outside, you know exactly who it is. Steve on his lunch break ––or just any break if you’re being honest–– coming to visit you like he always does. You giggle at the idea that pops into your mind, hoping your best friend is distracted enough for it to work.

“Hey, that’s a nice updog you got there.” You say when Steve comes into the store, using your most casual and nonchalant tone. Though you try not to stare, you can’t help yourself when you look him over briefly. He’s wearing that pair of light washed jeans you don’t let yourself think about, and a light blue polo with a t-shirt underneath. His hair––like always––is perfectly styled, some of it falling over the right side of his forehead. With a shake of your head, you clear your thoughts, focusing instead on Steve’s response.

“What’s u—” Steve starts to say then pauses and rolls his eyes, pointing one finger at you. “No! I’m not falling for it this time.”

“Hah! but you almost did!” You say between laughs; vowing to catch him unaware some other time. “I’ll get you to slip, eventually.”

“You can try babe, but you’ll fail.” He says with confidence then smiles at you; his eyes explore your face for a moment before he spots the book on the counter. “Slow morning today?”

“A bit, yeah. But I don’t mind.” You shrug and bookmark your very-much-loved copy of Persuasion. “How’s FV today?”

Steve looks over the many knick-knacks displayed on the counter as he speaks. “Packed. We got some new movies today, so it’s been busy.”

“‘Your kids’ visit you yet?” You ask while you put your book away. “They were here at noon, those little gremlins.”

Steve chuckles, “No surprise there, they like hanging out here more than at the store with me, now.”

“There’s no food at your place, Stevie. But in here…” You gesture at your surroundings with your hand. “I’ll get in trouble for feeding them eventually.”

“How many today?” Steve asks you, he smiles fondly, knowing the angsty teenagers you call your friends can win you over easily.

“3 Subs.” Your voice is a whisper when you answer Steve’s question. “I told them that if I’m found out I’ll tell my boss they stole them. Let them deal with the police.”

You chuckle, knowing you’re only bluffing. With everything that has happened to the kids in this town, you’re sure you’ll try to protect them as much as you can. From the look that Steve gives you ––amused? Fond? –– you know he can tell you’re not serious either.

“Dustin’s going to fix my radio too.” You tell Steve. “It keeps making my cassettes sound funny.”

“Well.” Steve shrugs, faking seriousness. “I’ll back you up with the police if you need; get you out of any trouble.”

You hum and raise a questioning eyebrow. “And how exactly are you gonna do that?”

“I’ll convince them, naturally. I can be very charming.” He says, and you can’t help the laugh that leaves you.

“Of course, you will, Stevie.” You smile, leaning your forearms on the counter once more. Your eyes scan his brown ones and take in the playfulness that lies there; it makes your smile grow.

“I don’t think you believe me, babe.” He shakes his head, mock hurt.

“I do! The Harrington charm works every time.” You say seriously, until you giggle once more. It does work though, you’re very much charmed by him. You fell in love with him after all. Steve rolls his eyes at you with fondness, and your stomach flips. Clearing your throat, you speak again. “We’re still on for tonight right, the group dinner?”

“Yeah, you wanted to try that new burger place at the mall.” Steve nods then scratches the back of his neck. “Eight, right?” His eyes look at yours for confirmation.

“Yup.” You smile, moving one of your arms so you can rest your chin on your palm. You can’t keep the joy out of your tone when you speak again. It had been a week since you last saw all your friends together ––no counting any short visits–– and since you had been able to hang out with Steve for longer than your lunch breaks. “I’m excited.”

“Yeah?” Steve asks you, smiling back like he is thinking the same thing ––he complained briefly last week that choosing to work overtime would keep you from enjoying summer weekends. His forearm settles on the counter, close to your hand as he pushes his weight on it and looks at you. His eyes grow fond and suddenly it’s like they capture yours in a trance. Cedar brown irises shine beautifully as he smiles; you can see the flecks of golden brown in them, a tiny detail that only appears with the right light. You feel your fingers flutter where they rest near Steve’s arm, itching to hold his hand and let it cover yours, but you can’t.

That would make things weird, right?

You nod your head at his question, mentally reminding yourself not to let your heart out on your sleeve, but your brain seems to be asleep. Steve’s eyes, which haven’t left your face and only seem to grow more intense, shift to your lips—pupils dilating and eclipsing the beautiful brown you were observing. When did his face come so close to yours? Steve’s cheeks blush a second later and your face like it’s on fire. It takes all in you to keep from breathing in sharply at the thought that pops up in your mind. Does he… is he thinking about kissing you? No, that’s you projecting onto him. But then his fingers move, like they have the same impulse as yours, and brush your arm gently, almost imperceptibly; it sends a jolt through your body.

You’re giving yourself away! Your mind yells at the same time your heart argues He might like you, he’s acting differently.

You jump, from the electric and burning touch as well as the store’s bell sudden ringing. A new customer steps into the store, disintegrating any moment, however unusual, that happened between you. You clear your suddenly dry throat and dart your eyes from the customer to Steve.

“I should—” You motion to the expecting client and Steve nods. Your face is still burning, and you bite your lip anxiously while your mind races over what could have happened had the client not arrived.

Steve runs a hand through his hair, and your eyes follow the movement, staring involuntarily at the way his arm flexes. His eyebrows furrow as if deep in thought, he looks at you briefly then. “Yeah, of course babe. I’ll leave you to it. I’ll um… see you.”

“Sure, Stevie. See you tonight.” You hope he doesn’t hear the disappointment in your voice, the way you wish he didn’t have to go back to work.

With that, Steve goes out the door and to his car once more. You watch as he reverses back into the main road and disappears. After a shake of your head to clear your head, you address the new customer, take his order, and set to helping him checkout. But even as you work your mind spins in incessant circles of wistful thinking. Steve looked at you differently, his eyes had shone with different emotions, too many to identify correctly. He looked at your lips and blushed when you’d noticed. Is it possible that… no, of course not. There’s no way he could be into you. You were his best friend, nothing more. But then again so was he, and you’d fallen for him anyways. Is it possible that he reciprocates your feelings?

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Later that day, you pull into the mall’s parking lot past 7:30pm. Robin sits on the passenger seat of your car, her combat boots up on the dashboard. She asked you for a ride earlier, and since your houses are very close by, you happily agreed. The two of you remove your seatbelts, and slide out of the car, locking the doors behind you. The summer night is humid, and you feel almost suffocated in the button-down shirt that covers your shoulders and arms. But the mall would be blasting cold air though, the AC turned up to the max, so there was really no way you’d only be wearing the pale-yellow tank top you have underneath your shirt. You check your pockets for your keys and the cash you brought with you, an unshakable habit ever since you got locked out of your car that one time during the winter. Robin talks while she walks next to you, her mind going over the possibility of a vegetarian option at the restaurant.

“I know it’s a burger place, but veggie burgers exist! And I know I will be that person who asks for the vegetarian option but… I don’t do it to shame you guys! I just don’t think the world needs the extra cruelty towards the cow where my burger would’ve come from. Or the water depletion! I just hope it’s actually like 100% veggie burger, and not some mixture of veggies and meat.” She goes on, about some frozen veggie burgers she got at the supermarket once, that were not all veggies.

You chuckle and bump your shoulder against hers. “I’ll make sure to ask them if it’s all veggie.”

“And make sure they show you the packaging, they can lie to us!” Robin insists and it makes you laugh as you approach the mall’s entrance.

Eddie Munson is waiting by the main door when he spots you. “What’s Buckley saying that’s got you laughing, sweetums.” He asks when he reaches the two of you.

“Hi Eds.” You say, smiling once your laughter fades. You accept the hug he gives you and Robin does as well.

“She’s delighted by all my trust issues, Munson.” Robin says and shakes her head before she looks at you, “Isn’t that right?”

“Of course not.” You shake your head. “I’m just imagining the waiter’s face when you ask for a veggie burger.”

Robin chuckles, a playful smile on her face. “You’re right.”

“Shall we, ladies?” Eddie motions towards the door. “Don’t know about you, but I’m ready for some of that freezing A/C inside.”

“I swear these temperature changes are going to get us sick one of these days.” You shake your head but walk along with your friends. “Did Steve say what time he’ll get here? I told him eight o’clock but—”

“Aw, that’s cute.” Robin says with a teasing tone. “You’re trying to sound nonchalant.”

You raise your chin higher, “I’m always nonchalant.”

“Keep dreaming. When it comes to Steve you never are.” Robin scoffs, but not meanly, she just likes to tease you about your feelings for him and how inconvenient they are as he is your best friend.

“Cut her some slack, Buckley. That’s how young love is.” Eddie says, but he’s chuckling too.

“Come on, Baskin Robins, don’t gang up on me with Eddie,” You decide to tease her right back, with an annoying nickname at least. “I asked a genuine question.”

“Dunno.” Robin says, “He didn’t tell me when he dropped me off after work.”

“I thought Harrington would be with you guys.” Eddie mentions as the three of you step on the escalators. You take one step and Robin shares one with Eddie. The two of them stand behind you, so you turn sideways to address them.

“I haven’t talked to him since this morning.” You say, shrugging even as your stomach flips at the unusual interaction you’d had with him. You picture it in your mind; the two of you leaning against the deli’s counter, him in front of you. He’d stood closer than before, his face close to yours while you chuckled. He’d looked into your eyes, then moved his gaze to your lips. Your heart had hammered against your chest so loudly you wondered if Steve heard it.

“It’s almost eight, so he should be here soon.” Robin proposes with a shrug.

“Yeah.” You nod, then look at Eddie with a smile. “How was Hellfire today?”

“Same as usual.” Eddie tells you. “We have a killer campaign next week.” He goes on to tell you about it, and you listen to him even while you turn briefly to step off the escalators. He’s mentioning something Mike and Dustin had come up with at a club meeting and how he’d let them plan the next campaign.

You were about to tell him how the kids were growing on him but the scene in front of you makes you pause. There, on the other side of the second floor is Steve, but he isn’t alone. There’s a girl next to him, holding his arm as they walk in the direction to the restaurant. You can only see her profile, while she looks at him, and she is beautiful. Her blonde hair bounces perfectly with each step she takes, and the pink lipstick she’s wearing suits her complexion perfectly. They way she looks at him is all too familiar as well, it’s a way you’ve looked at him on many occasions ––and a look you’ve worked hard to conceal from him. But where the girl looks at him like he’s too attractive to be real ––he is–– you look at him like he’s your favourite person to ever exist, like there’s no one you will love like you love him.

You stop dead on your tracks, looking away from Steve’s walking form. Your eyes look around to try and find somewhere to hide. A second later you see a thick pillar to your right and you make a beeline towards it —it’s embarrassing really, how you have to hide, but you don’t to want be spotted. Not when your insides feel like they’re collapsing on themselves. But the way you looked at me this morning, you wonder to yourself, did I imagine it? Of course, you did; you’ve known all along Steve can’t and will never be yours. The only one who wasn’t in on the secret was your heart.

Your friends are quick to follow you, crouching next to you in your hiding place. Their gaze follows yours and you can see out of your periphery that they share a concerned look. Steve looks so handsome as always, in that white t-shirt and burgundy vest; his hair is perfect, the grin on his face is lovely. All of it makes your heart ache, even more so when you look at the girl by his side again. His probable date, the one he chose. I wish you were mine instead, you think. I wish… I only saw you as a friend.

You try to speak and open your mouth to, once, twice, but no sound comes out. The only sound you do hear though, is that of your heart as it breaks. You knew this day would come, you’ve tried to prepare for it, so how is it that you’re not ready? Squeezing your eyes shut, you try to control the way your lip trembles and your hand begins to shake. Nausea bubbles in your stomach and you feel an ache within your chest, though you don’t know how —it’s suddenly hollow and devastated. You swallow hard and manage to find your voice. “I need to leave. Y–you guys should go get burgers anyway —let me know how they are.”

Robin and Eddie start to say your name, but you shake your head, wiping at your eyes before your tears fall. “Look at that, the allergies are acting up. Eddie you can give robin a ride home, right?”

Eddie nods, but his eyes are full of concern. He brings his hand to your shoulder and keeps his voice soft when he speaks. “Yeah, buttercup; but we don’t have to stay, we can go with you.”

Robin nods earnestly, struggling to keep her voice down. She starts rambling, insisting on coming with you. “You’re not okay, come on let’s get you home. We don’t need the burgers; we’ll all make excuses. You don’t have to be alone right now, I-I honestly didn’t know he would….”

“No, please guys, I’m okay.” You try to reassure them, the need to flee the mall growing with each minute. The sting of unshed tears becomes more intense. “Tell Steve I ate a bad sandwich at work and got sick. Or anything! I just can’t be here right now. I’m sorry.”

You offer them a poor excuse for a smile before you turn around to leave the mall. After making sure Steve went the opposite way from the front door, you walk to the escalators again, descending them like you would a normal staircase ––there’s no time to way for it to take you to the main floor, you need to leave. It feels like you’re on autopilot from then on, you walk to your car and drive home in silence. Your hands grip the steering wheel tightly while your heart continues to pound in your chest, this time completely differently than it had in the morning. The autopilot you were in shuts down once you park in your driveway, and at once the numbness ends as your resolve to be strong crumbles. Your feelings overflow, they burst from the tiny box you squeezed them into a long time ago, and it’s a matter of seconds for the tears to follow. Once the first one falls, the rest don’t hold back, and just like that you find yourself crying in your car. Your head falls to the steering wheel and your shoulders shake with a sob when the memory from earlier floods your mind again.

You see the two of them and how good they looked together; how happy she was. Would Steve kiss her goodnight? Would she get to feel his touch as they kissed? It all hurts you even more, yet the only one to blame for being in this mess is you. How could you think you had a chance. You’re Steve’s best friend, just that, and you will remain that indefinitely. It hadn’t bothered you before, until a couple years ago romantic feelings bloomed and grew each time you fell more in love with him. Why did you have to fall in love? Why didn’t you ignore your feelings back then to save you the pain of a broken heart you’re experiencing now?

With a few deep breaths you try to compose yourself, wiping at your eyes and the tears that fell on the wheel during your pity party. You can’t stay in your car all night, so you gather your things and make your way to the front door. You discard your shoes once you’re inside and the door is locked behind you. Then, figuring that chocolate can probably trick you into feeling better, you go to the kitchen where you grab a tub of ice cream from the freezer and a spoon.

You sit on the floor, your back to the fridge as you scoop a spoonful of chocolate ice cream and eat it absentmindedly. You feel tired and jealous, but also angry and hollow. This was going to happen, you remind yourself ––no daydreaming or wistful thinking was going to change the outcome. Steve was never going to choose you, romantically anyways. How are you going to face him again, hear him talk about his date and pretend that you’re happy when you know you’re not. When you know that it’s killing you that you’re not and will never be his.

Even the decadent chocolate flavour turns bitter after a few spoonfuls, your thoughts stripping it off its comforting sweetness. With a sigh, you stand up and drop the spoon on the sink then put the ice cream back in the freezer, determined to go upstairs and shower; you’ll cry yourself to sleep soon after. Yes, that’s a good plan. You empty your pockets and leave everything on your dresser —your keys, and the money you didn’t use. In the bathroom, you start the shower and let the water warm up as you undress and put a shower cap on. You don’t have the strength or willingness to wash your hair tonight, besides, the sooner you’re in bed the better. The warm water soothes you, as does the vanilla scented body wash you always use. You put all your focus on getting yourself clean, trying to leave no room in your mind to think about your feelings.

By the time you’re out of the shower and slip into your sleeping shirt and shorts, you feel proud of yourself because you hadn’t cried anymore. But the small triumph only lasts until you’re done brushing your teeth because just then the phone starts to ring downstairs. You rinse your mouth before going back downstairs and to the kitchen, thankful for your deep-sleeper parents when you see its 10:30 on the microwave’s clock.

“Hello?” You answer the phone, wondering who’s calling.

“Hey, babe.” Steve voice says on the other side of the line, and you the minute to hear his voice your non-crying streak is broken. Your throat feels tight, and your vision blurs; flashes of what you saw at the mall come back to you like an unkind reminder. You want to hang up, you have to make up any excuse because Steve can’t hear you cry.

“Hi,” You murmur as your fingers fidget with the phone’s curly cord. You tangle and untangle your finger in it, anything to calm you down.

“Robin said you’re sick, how are you feeling?”

If only you knew.

“I’m…not great,” You say, and it isn’t a lie, he just doesn’t know why. “I’m throwing up my guts.” You continue, trying to stop your voice from wavering and pressing your lips together as you take a deep breath. I’m also crying my eyes out you think, but you don’t tell him.

“Must have been a really bad sandwich,” Steve says–– you can picture him scratching his chin as he speaks, his eyebrows furrowed. “This morning you were fine. I called Henderson and he’s not sick.”

You shake your head, of all the times he chooses to be perceptive… Yeah, this morning seems like an eternity ago. When I thought you returned my feelings, but you went out on a possible date, and it broke my heart.

“I ate a different sub.” You say. “And with my luck it probably had poison in it. Maybe it was the lettuce.” You fake a chuckle, knowing the lie is sealed tight now. The kids hate veggies, that’s why you never put them in their sandwiches. If you say you put some in yours then it’s more believable that you got sick, and they didn’t.

You clear your throat, needing to spare yourself any more pain. “I… um, feel very tired though so I should go to bed.”

“Yeah,” Steve says, probably nodding his head even though you can’t see him. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea, beautiful. Drink lots of water, ok?”

Your heart tightens at the pet name ––one of many that started meaning something different to you a while ago––and his concern. In another world, one where you aren’t in love with him, you know he would be comforting you through your heartbreak. But that isn’t the world you live in. Here, you deal with it alone because silly you fell in love with your best friend.

“Yeah, thanks Stevie. Night.” You hang up and squeeze your eyes shut as you lean against the wall, letting your tears finally fall to the kitchen floor.

The sudden knock on the front door makes you look up, and you barely have time to wonder who it is when you hear Robin’s voice calling your name. “Open up! I can see the lights on!” She says from the other side.

Though you’re tired —and surprised— you make your way to the front door and open it to find Robin and Eddie standing there. They look at you with both worry and sympathy when they see your red-rimmed and puffy eyes. It’s enough to make you tear up again.

“I hate everything.” You mumble and they step inside to envelop you in a three-person hug. “What are you guys doing here?”

Robin scoffs softly, “You honestly think we wouldn’t check up on you?”

You can only shrug when they step back, that’s exactly what you thought earlier. “I guess not.”

“We didn’t want you to be alone.” Eddie says, his lips forming a frown.

“Thank you… I appreciate that.” You tell them, though you feel guilty that your currently emotional state made them come see you. “Come in, make yourselves comfortable.”

The three of you move to the living room, where you lie face down on the couch, knowing you don’t have to pretend to be okay with your friends. Eddie sits on the coffee table and Robin goes to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

“How were those burgers?” You ask though your voice is muffled by the couch. “Steve just called. Thank you for covering for me.”

“The burgers were… interesting.” Eddie says, “We were going to bring you one but Robin said you would throw it up.”

You shake your head, sitting up briefly when you hear Robin approach. “You can rip the band aid off. I just heard his voice and lied to him, so what’s some more pain?”

Robin hands you the glass of water which you accept and take a few sips from. Eddie takes the glass from you when you’re done, and you collapse on the couch again, facing the ceiling this time.

“He came to the restaurant with her, sat down with us for a bit.” Eddie begins and his leg bounces anxiously as his hands fidget, like he’s unsure he should be telling you more, “He asked about you, and got worried when we told him you got sick.”

“They didn’t stay long.” Robin says from where she now sits on the floor next to you.

“Was she, his date?” You ask, looking for some confirmation of your assumptions.

Robin nods and takes your hand in hers. “Yeah, it was a date.” She whispers.

You nod in understanding, eyes fixed on the ceiling as tears gather in your eyes. So it is confirmed then, you think dejectedly, I read too much into what happened in the morning. I fooled myself into thinking he was into me. One of your tears rolls down your cheek and hides in your hair.

“Shit, sweetums.” Eddie says, sounding upset by your current state. “Come on, don’t cry.”

You chuckle morosely, “I can’t help it, Eddie. I feel like my heart went through a paper shredder.”

“I thought Harrington was into you, buttercup, I was almost certain of it.” Eddie shakes his head; you feel his eyes still on your face. “Robin too.”

“Yeah, I never thought he’d bring a date to dinner. Considering you invited him.” Robin is shaking her head while she pulls on a thread sticking out of the carpeted floor.

“We were all wrong then.” You say, closing your eyes, “Me for believing I wouldn’t care or be affected if Steve dated someone, and you guys for thinking he saw me as anything other than a friend.”

There’s a minute of silence between the three of you as you shake your head at your own foolishness and stare at the ceiling. “He called me, just as you guys arrived. Had to hang up quickly so he wouldn’t hear me cry.”

Robin’s hand falls on your shoulder and squeezes it in comfort. You think about how you had to lie to Steve, how you didn’t even let him say good night. It makes you tear up again. “This is pathetic. Why is it affecting me so much?” You say, voice muffled as you cover your face with your hands.

“Hey, come on it’s not pathetic.” Eddie says, gently pulling your hands away from your face. “You just got a big heart, so your feelings are stronger. Nothing wrong with it.”

You turn your head to look at him, feeling guilty for needing comfort but also grateful for it. “Real good that’s done.” You chuckle without any joy, “I should’ve known better.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself.” Robin chides, moving to sit on the couch, urging you to rest your head on her lap.

“Thank you.” You tell Robin, and then Eddie. “I’ll be okay, eventually.”

“How?” Robin asks, shaking her head at you, as she runs a hand over your head.

“I just need to sort out my feelings for Steve; put them back on the box they were in before.” You explain, trying to convince them and yourself at the same time.

“And when Harrington goes on another date?” Eddie echoes your conscience beside you which makes you turn to look at him again.

You bring your gaze back to the ceiling when you feel yourself tear up once more. Will your heart survive something like this once again? What if you see him kissing someone else. What pain will that cause?

Eddie places his hand over yours, his rings cold against your skin. “You’re crying just at the thought of it, buttercup.”

You cover your face with your hands again as the tears continue to come, falling down your cheeks in earnest. “I need to get over these feelings. I need to forget that I ever fell in love with him.” You shake your head. “I need to get away, clear my head.”

“And go where?” Eddie asks, doubt and concern lacing his tone.

“Your aunt’s” Robin says a second later and two pairs of eyes turn to look at her. “She’s always asking you to visit, you can go there.”

Robin is right, Aunt Maggie is always asking when you’ll visit her again. She has a lovely farm with a light blue painted house. It’s been a while since you last drove there and you’d be lying if you say you didn’t miss her. Two birds, one stone.

“Wheres that?” Eddie asks, his hands now playing with his hair anxiously.

“Ohio, a little out of Columbus.” You rub at your eyes, “I can drive, it’s less than 4 hours away.”

“So that’s it, you’re leaving?” Eddie looks at you like you’ve lost your mind and you shrug. Maybe you have, but there’s no denying you need to figure out how to move forward after tonight. Doing so 4 hours away from Hawkins and without having to actively ignore Steve seems like the best alternative.

“I’m off work until Wednesday next week, it works.” You tell your friends, sitting up on the couch. You look at Robin, thankful for her memory. “I’ll call Aunt Margaret in the morning.”

“I don’t want you to, but…” Robin sighs, slouching where she sits. “When do you think you’ll leave?” Though you can see she’s trying to act casual, you know she’s nervous for you; worried.

“Probably Sunday?” You run a hand over your head, “I need to pack.”

“You don’t have to leave.” Eddie is shaking his head, opposing your idea.

“Eds, I just need to be with my thoughts for a while, see what I’m going to do. Otherwise, I won’t stop hurting, and all the crying is going to dehydrate me, and I’ll end up dead.”

Or your heart will give out. Your eyes tear up again, like they’re not done crying. Not yet. “Fuck, not again.”

“I just want you to be okay. I’ve never seen you cry, sweetums. Ever. Tonight has been shocking to say the least.” Though you can’t see him, you can hear the frown Eddie has on his face as he speaks.

Robin puts her hand on your knee, patting it twice. “We just want you to smile again, for real. Like you did earlier tonight.”

“Well, I was going to eat some fries and a burger, and I thought the guy I love might like me back.” You chuckle and wipe your tears again, uselessly. “I will be okay, I feel absolutely empty right now, but I will be better. A change of scenery will help me.” You hope.

“So, Sunday?” The two of them ask you.

“Sunday.” You nod and swallow hard, deciding to give them both a smile instead of more crying.

“I hope you’re right about this.” Robin mumbles.

“Me too.” You say, hoping things will work out.

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Sunday morning eventually arrives, and you wake up early in the morning to make sure you have everything you need for the next 3 days. You pack a couple snacks and some water bottles for the road, take your car to fill up the gas tank, and pack anything else you might need. Robin arrives at 10am, Eddie at 10:15, to load your things in your car and say goodbye before you leave.

“How did Steve take it?” Robin asks you. The three of you sit on your front door’s steps, waiting for Steve to arrive. It didn’t feel right in your heart to leave without saying goodbye to him, so you called him last night.

You sigh, “He was very confused, you know how he is. He asked a bunch of questions, but I told him I’d explain today.”

“Explain, huh?” Eddie says with a chuckle next to you.

“You know what I mean, Munson.” You roll your eyes and bump his shoulder with yours. “The necessary information only.”

Just then you hear a car approach in the distance and recognize it as it comes closer to you house. Steve speeds to your driveway, barely putting his car on park before he’s sliding out of it and walking towards you. A frown pulls down at his lips, there’s a crease between his brows as he furrows them and his hair is a dishevelled from running his finger through it —it still works for him, it always does. Damn you for always looking so good Steve, you think as you see the way the blue polo he’s wearing fits him.

You stand to greet him, offering a small wave when he stops in front of you. “Hey.”

“Babe, what? You’re leaving?” Steve is shaking his head when he steps closer to you, brows still furrowed in question.

“Aunt Maggie called me, Steve, she asked me to visit.” You explain. Your hands fidget with each other in front of you. “You know she lives alone, maybe she needs some company.”

“So this time you just accepted her invitation?” Steve sounds confused, like you’re not making any sense and you know you probably aren’t, but you nod anyway.

“Yeah…”

Steve brings his hand up, close to your face and rubs the skin of your under eye softly with his thumb—his frown deepens. “You haven’t been sleeping well?”

When you can only shrug—speechless from his touch— Steve sighs. “Why are you really leaving, beautiful?”

There he goes again with the pet names, making your heart race, and confusing it at the same time. He is so caring, and worries so much you wish you could tell him the truth; that it wouldn’t make you lose him. “There are some things I need to figure out.” You say when you look at the floor then back at him. You don’t want to lie to him, so a vague truth would have to do.

“You can talk to me, you know that. You can tell me anything.” Steve says softly, his eyes pleading you to talk to him or maybe to stay? You’re not sure.

Not this, you think, I can’t tell you this. “I hope I can, Stevie. Eventually.”

You step closer and hug him wishing for nothing more than to comfort him. The minute you’re in his arms you curse your body for fitting so perfectly against his, and the way it relaxes under his touch. You melt against him for a second, your mind spiraling further. You’re the only one for me, can’t you see? Can’t you tell how perfect this feels? But you’ll never see me as the one for you. Steve’s arms are a reassuring weight on your shoulder, and the way he hunches to cocoon you in his chest makes you sigh softly; softly enough he doesn’t hear you.

“Call me, yeah? I don’t know your aunt’s number.” Steve mumbles above your ear. it tickles you but you dare not move from his embrace. Not yet.

“Robin has it. I’ll call you though, to tell you I arrived okay.” You nod, knowing he feels the movement.

“And drive with caution.” He says next, his tone serious before his voice becomes softer. “ I could have driven you.”

“It’s like an 8 hour round trip Steve, I’d never ask that of you.” You shake your head against his shoulder, involuntarily breathing him in.

Steve reluctantly nods, still frowning you imagine but you don’t blame him. Even without your romantic feelings involved, it would make you sad to leave town for a while. This separation from him though necessary is killing you on the inside. “Just be careful, okay? I’ll miss you.”

You nod against his shoulder again. “I’ll miss you too..” You step back, putting some distance between you and looking into his eyes one more time. I’ll miss everything about you, you want to say.

“Let me check your car, make sure it’s alright for the road.” Steve is still frowning as he scratches his cheek anxiously. “Won’t take long.”

“Thank you, Stevie.” You muster your most convincing smile while your heart aches at his concern. He nods, and walks back to the driveway.

Robin’s arms envelop you a second later, squeezing you tightly. You return her fierce embrace with one of your own, sighing at the thought of leaving her behind. “Sorry to leave you with all the boys.” You tell her.

Robin takes a step back. “Please come back, okay? And call me when you get to aunt Maggie’s ‘cause then I’ll know you’re safe and sound. Don’t forget, or else I will end up hitchhiking to Ohio just to make sure you’re safe and with so many weirdos out there who knows where I’ll end up.” Robin starts to ramble, her eyes serious and her hands clutching your shoulders to get her message across.

You nod your head, smiling at her concern and creative mind. “I will call you, just please don’t hitchhike alright? Ask someone to drive you if you need to check that I’m not dead.”

Robin nods, her short hair bouncing lightly on her head. “I’ll miss you.”

“I will too.” You give her another hug before you move over to hug Eddie, who stands next to her.

Eddie’s leather jacket is cool to the touch, but it doesn’t take away any warmth from his hug. “You’ll be alright buttercup. Things might seem shitty right now, but it’ll get better.”

“Thank you, Eddie.” You say, voice small as you step back and look at him, grateful for his words and his support. “For everything. You’re a good friend.”

He dismisses the compliment with a wave of his hand, smiling softly at you. “You need anything, call us. We’ll get to you as fast as we can. Right, Harrington?” His eyes move to your car, and you turn around to find Steve there closing the hood.

You walk to him and stand next to the driver’s side. “Is it good to go?”

Steve nods, staring at the floor and then looking into your eyes again. “Come back, okay babe? I sure hope you find me here when you do, and that I haven’t crashed myself into a car because the kids drove me crazy while you were gone.”

You laugh at his joke and his own laughter follows soon after. Your eyes light up at the smile on his face, the way his eyes squint against the sun and wrinkle in the corners with his smile. You adore him, you are seriously fucked. “I’ll be back here on Wednesday, Stevie.” You smile at him, forgetting about everything for a second and kissing his cheek. “Don’t crash your car.”

With that, you slide into the driver’s seat, start the car, and drive away.

Steve stands in the driveway and stares after your car as it becomes smaller in the distance, until it turns a corner and disappears from view. It doesn’t feel right, fuck, it’s not right. Why did everything decide go to shit all of a sudden?

“You know Harrington, I did not take you for a blind man.” Eddie says to him, rubbing his chin before he shakes his head.

Steve puts his hands on his hips. “What’s that supposed to mean, Munson?” He’s lost, he’s been so confused since Friday. What had happened?

“Nothing,” Eddie puts his hands up. “I just think it’s sad that you’re so lucky, but you fail to see it.” Eddie gives him a small smile, then goes to his car as Steve stands there feeling more confused than before.

“Munson! Eddie! Come on what’s that supposed to mean?” Steve calls after him, but Eddie doesn’t turn around.

“You’ll figure it out eventually.” Is all Eddie says before getting into his car and driving away.

Steve turns, looking at Robin with pleading eyes. If there’s something he’s missing, which he’s sure he is, she must know it. “Robs?” He asks. “‘You gonna tell me what’s going on?”

Robin flicks his nose, then chuckles. “You should go home, dingus. Sit on it for a while, it’ll come to you.” She turns around and starts to walk along the sidewalk back to her place, leaving Steve to think over her words.

It’ll come to you. What will?

✫✫✫✫

It, in fact, did not come to him. Not on Sunday, and definitely not on Monday, especially with Robin’s refusal to help him out. No clues, no explanations, nothing. Steve’s hair is in a permanent state of disarray from constantly running his fingers through it. You were gone, and though you had talked to him briefly on the phone it just wasn’t enough. Steve feels like he’s going to lose his mind. You’ve been acting weird since the weekend, dodging dinner with what he thinks is a lie about being sick, then randomly leaving to Ohio. There was also the fact that your eyes looked sad, the last time he saw you, your smile only coming through when he joked right before you left. It had filled his chest with joy, but then you drove away and everything inside him deflated. He feels like a walking carcass, a shadow, a lost pet walking down the streets. Had he done something to upset you? Would you ever tell him what?

“You’ve been checking that list out for more than an hour, you know that right?” Robin speaks up from where she sits, reading a magazine with her boots propped up on the counter.

Family video is empty around him, like it always is on Tuesdays, and Steve looks down at the inventory list he’s holding. Every box is checked already, but he zoned out thinking about you and now he looks like an idiot standing by the drama aisle. How fitting.

“Shit.” Steve sighs, walking to place the list on the counter. He rests his head there, squeezing his eyes shut. There are too many questions swirling in his mind; it feels like he’s going crazy ––so he starts to pace. “What if she doesn’t come back Robin!”

“Why wouldn’t she?” She asks vaguely, and Steve knows she’s only half listening to him. “She has a shift at the deli on Thursday.”

“She left last minute, something must have happened. And it has to do with me, because she didn’t tell me until the last minute! I’m her best friend, I’m always the first to know.” Steve runs a hand through his hair again, and stares at the carpeted floor while he walks the whole length of the counter and back. “Then there’s you and Munson being so mysterious about all this, not telling me anything.”

“Steve.” Robin sighs, “I don’t think there’s a point in me telling you, I think you already know what happened, but your mind doesn’t process it yet.”

“I don’t know!” Steve throws his hands up in exasperation at the same time the front door opens. Dustin, Max, and Lucas storm inside, determined looks on their faces.

“Where is she?” Dustin demands, foregoing all manners as he looks from Steve to Robin.

“Who?” Robin asks, not looking up from her magazine.

“You know who!” Dustin says, rolling his eyes. “She’s not been at the Deli for two days.”

“And she won’t answer the phone at home. Her parents said she’s away. Where?” Max asks, furrowing her eyes when she looks at Steve. “Did you do something?”

“No! I’m as lost as all of you are.” Steve rolls his eyes. “She’s been acting weird since Friday.”

“She seemed fine to me.” Lucas shrugs, the crosses his arms over his chest. “She gave us some sandwiches, then we talked for a while. Everything was normal.”

“Yeah, well she bailed on dinner with us because she got sick from eating a sandwich.” Steve shakes his head, looking away from the accusatory looks the teenagers were giving him.

“From a sandwich?” Max says, a confused look crossing her features. “Can’t be, she ate half of mine and I’m fine.”

Steve’s head turns to the redhead so fast, he’s sure he risked whiplash. “What?”

“I told you.” Dustin says with an eye roll. “None of us were sick on Friday.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t tell me she shared a sandwich with Max!” Steve points a finger at him, then sighs and rests his hands on his hips. “So, she just bailed? Didn’t go to the mall? She told me she was excited.”

“You didn’t see her there?” Lucas asks.

“No, Eddie drove Robin that night, she wasn’t around.” Steve shakes his head, then looks at the teens in front of him suspiciously. “What do you know?”

“Eddie couldn’t have driven Robin; he ran out of D&D and then drove to the mall. He said he was running late.” Dustin explains, his eyebrows are furrowed in concentration and Steve knows he’s trying to figure the puzzle out. “So, she must have driven Robin, but why did she leave?”

“Why did she lie?” Steve wonders aloud.

“Maybe she changed her mind.” Lucas supplies and Max shakes her head.

“That’s not it.” Max mumbles, at the same time Robin speaks up.

“Maybe she saw something she didn’t like.”

“I knew it! You know something!” Steve says, turning to face Robin at the same moment she lowers her magazine.

Her gaze is serious, “Think about it, Steve. What did you do on Friday.”

All teenagers turn to him, expectant looks on their faces to hear what Steve has to say.

Steve’s face transforms into a grimace. “I went on a bad date with someone.”

“What?!” Dustin, Max, and Lucas, yell at the same time.

The outrage in their eyes makes Steve put his hands up. “What do you mean ‘what?!’”

Max pretends to think, then speaks up. “Um, aren’t you like completely gone for Y/N?”

“Why would you go on a date with someone else?” Dustin shakes his head.

Steve scratches the back of his neck and looks down at the floor. He almost messed up on Friday afternoon, when he went to the deli to see you. You had looked just so fucking pretty ––like you always do–– with your hair styled in that way that makes Steve crazy and that pink lip-gloss on your lips. It was like you were trying to drive him out of his mind that day, and Steve being the idiot he is, had slipped. He’d leaned too close to you, he let his eyes shift down to your lips and fucking blushed when you caught him staring. He’d given into the impulse of touching your hand and was pretty sure he would have kissed you had a customer not arrived. He felt so stupid, the one thing he told himself not to do ––let you find out he’s in love with you–– and he went ahead and almost blew it. You had smiled so prettily at him, and it took everything in him to put distance between the two of you. So, after leaving the deli, flustered and in a rush, Steve looked for a date to bring to dinner that night. Anything to get the feelings that had surfaced in check, and to cover up his slip in front of you.

“So I would be forced to think about someone else but her! So she wouldn’t figure out I like her!” Steve shakes his head, disliking the way everyone is looking at him like he’s a blind man. Just like Munson said on Sunday.

“It all makes sense now.” Dustin nods, and everyone agrees. Everyone but Steve.

“No,” Steve shakes his head. “What? It doesn’t.”

Robin groans and puts her magazine down. “How would you feel if it had been you in her place, Steve?”

Steve looks down to the floor again, thinking about it. He thinks about you on a date with someone else, some dude who would get to hold your hand and make you laugh. It immediately hurts something inside of him, and he clenches his fists by his sides. “That makes no sense, it would suck, but only because I have feelings for her.”

Max is going to say something, but Robin holds her hand up and speaks first. Her eyes are trained on Steve. “He’ll realize it, give him a minute.”

Steve thinks about the way you lied about being sick and avoided dinner on Friday, those are things he would do too, if he is being honest. He thinks about the possibility of you having feelings for him, about his love not being unrequited and it all makes sense. Your avoidance, the way you looked so sad on Sunday. He’d hurt you, and now you thought he was in love with someone else. Your heart. Steve winces as he thinks about how you must have felt, your heart, so kind and so big, it must have hurt that night. It might even still hurt right now. All because of him.

“So she…” Steve mumbles, speechless at the thought.

“YES STEVE!” Everyone yells at him, and that is enough to jump-start his heart and his mind. It spurs him into action.

“Shit! Shit!” Steve says, patting his pockets for his keys. “I have to go, I gotta go see her and–– and I’ll figure out the rest on the way.”

“We’re coming with you!” Robin jumps up from her seat, a look of triumph on her face. “Told you you’d figure it out.”

“Keith, we gotta go!” Steve yells over his shoulder, running to the door and flipping the store’s sign to close. “Take it out of my paycheck!”

Everyone squeezes into Steve’s car, with barely any time to put their seat belts on before Steve reverses out of his parking spot and speeds out of the lot. He sees everything with new eyes. Hope flourishing on his chest. He needs flowers, and he needs to think over what he’ll say. He’s got 4 hours, more than enough time.

✫✫✫✫

The days you spent at Aunt Maggie’s house had been everything but uneventful. She had welcomed you with open arms and showed you the new things she’d changed around the house since your last visit. From then on you had kept busy, thankful for the distractions, working on the garden, watering the many flowers planted around the property, driving to town and running errands for your aunt. Then there was Saturn, Aunt Maggie’s golden retriever, who had done wonders to your mood the moment you arrived. But still, your feelings and thoughts always found a way to creep up on you. You thought and missed Steve, constantly, unable to tune him out like you hoped, and every phone call with him cemented the fact that you can’t go on lying to him. He is still your best friend, and even though you’re going to lose him you came to the decision to tell him the truth. You’ll tell him that you’re in love with him once you’re back in Hawkins. You figure, that if you’re going to end up hurt either way ––pining while he dates someone else or alone after you confess your feelings–– you might as well get hurt from telling the truth.

You are just about done baking some cookies, taking them out of the oven and setting them on the counter to cool, when you hear a car approaching the house. The gravel road crunches under its weigh, and you look out the window to see if Aunt Maggie was back from her book club. But it isn’t her car that’s approaching, it’s Steve’s. Tiny pieces of dirt fly everywhere as the tires move on the small and secluded path to the house. The sun that’s still shinning, though lower on the sky, glints on the windshield and conceals who’s inside. You try to keep your emotions in check, but your stomach flips traitorously at the thought of it being Steve.

Saturn barks next to you, propping his paws on the kitchen counter to look out the window. A second later he dashes to the front door, and barks to let you know he wants to go out. You take your apron off, and walk to the living room, lingering by the front door for a moment as you wonder what the hell is going on. Your aunt’s dog runs outside the moment you open the door, surprising Max, Lucas and Dustin when they open the back door. Robin is next to slide out of the car, opening the passenger door and running to where you stand.

“Hey stranger.” She smiles, her arms hugging you tightly as you chuckle. You hug her back, smiling widely at the sight of your friend.

“Hey yourself.” You say. “What are you––?”

“YN!” The three teenagers run to you. They shove Robin out of the way before they hug you and though you try, you can’t make out a single word they’re saying. It could be gibberish, or something serious but you can’t focus on any of it because Steve steps out of his car in that moment.

“There are cookies on the kitchen counter.” You tell the three of them after your hug, and it’s enough to get them running inside the house.

Steve walks around his car and stands there, in the sun, holding a small bouquet of colourful flowers. His face is serious, save for a small smile he sends your way, and with just one look you can tell something is different. But you don’t know what.

“Hi.” He says when you walk towards him, eyes shining in a new way that confuses you even more.

“Hi, Stevie.” You smile, then tilt your head slightly. “What are you doing here?”

Steve offers you the flowers with a shrug and when you take them from him, his hand holds your wrist gently. “I came to see you, I have to tell you something.”

You look at his hand when it lets go of you, and swallow hard. “I––I do too.” You say, taking a deep breath and looking into his eyes. How is it that he got prettier in just 3 days.

Steve starts to speak but you speak up first, needing to tell him the truth once and for all ––before you chicken out. “I love you Steve. I––I have feelings for you, so many that I can’t hide them anymore. I saw you on Friday at the mall when you were out on a date and it… well it broke my heart.” You shake your head, looking away and to the side.

You gather courage with another deep breath and look at him again. “I didn’t know how to face you without you finding out about my feelings, so I lied about being sick. I’m sorry for lying, I hated it, I hated being away from you too. But I decided to let you know how I felt, regardless of the consequences. I understand if this makes things between us weird.”

Steve shakes his head, holding you free hand. “Babe––”

“Please don’t call me that if you don’t mean it like it means to me, Stevie.” Tears have gathered in your eyes, and you brush them away quickly. “I can’t take it.”

He takes a step closer to you, making the distance between the two of you smaller. You breathe in sharply at the proximity, only to become breathless a second later. “Babe, baby, beautiful, gorgeous, sweetheart.” Steve whispers to you, his eyes adoring and melting you on the spot. “I mean them all, I’ve meant all of them.” Steve confesses and brings his hands up to cradle your face, his smile is almost shy as he speaks.

At your stunned silence Steve continues, growing more confident. “I love you, I’ve loved you for so long. I only went on a date because I almost kissed you that morning and tried to get over you. And I failed because it’s impossible to get over you.” He shakes his head and closes his eyes. “I’m sorry I hurt you because I never thought you’d feel the same way, you’re way too good for me.”

“No, I’m not.” You shake your head, tears blur your vision for a whole different reason this time. “You deserve everything, Steve.”

“I just need you, only you, babygirl.” His thumb rubs your cheek softly, it makes you close your eyes. “You were gone 3 days and it was hell…I thought I was going to lose you.”

“Stevie.” You whisper. You feel speechless as you stare up at him in wonder and in love, struck with the truth and the relief that you don’t have to give each other up after all. “We’ve been so wrong.”

Steve only nods, understanding the look in your eyes like he’s thinking the same thing. “Gotta make it right.”

You look at his lips then back at his eyes, feeling your face burn when Steve smiles at you.

His pupils dilate as he takes you in, his eyes feeling like a caress everywhere he looks. “I’m yours, baby.” He says softly, “You can kiss me.”

You settle your hands on his shoulders and you lean in, feeling electricity go through your whole body when Steve’s lips touch yours. Every breath on your body leaves you at one, every thought disappears from your mind, and it only leaves room for you to focus on the person in front of you. Your best friend, who’s lips fit so perfectly with yours, you’re not sure how the two of you took so long to take this next step. Because you were both idiots, your mind supplies. You tune it out and wrap your arms around Steve’s neck, pressing your chests together in the process and bringing you even closer. One of Steve’s hands that cradled your cheek moves to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss, and you can’t help the sigh that leaves you. Goosebumps rise on your skin when you feel his tongue brush your bottom lip, his hand tangle in your hair, his teeth lightly catching one of your lips between them. It’s perfect, it overwhelms your senses, it makes you want to stay in this moment forever. You wonder briefly, if this is all a dream but shut that thought down immediately. There’s no way you could conjure up a dream this perfect, a dream that feels so right.

You smile, then laugh when the joy you feel is impossible to hold back, and Steve pulls back with a matching smile of his own. “There it is my girl’s smile. ‘Was going fucking crazy not seeing it for more than a day.” He says.

Your smile brightens, your heart soars inside your chest at how right it all feels. “I missed you, Stevie.”

Steve’s hands drift down to your waist and bring you closer to him; his eyes dark from your kiss softening after a moment. “I missed you more, come back home yeah?”

“I will.” You nod, matching Steve’s shining smile. You hold back a giggle, an idea popping up in your mind just like it did last Friday. “I just have one question.”

“Sure babe.” Steve leans down, his lips placing a couple of barely-there kisses on your cheeks. “Anything.”

“Did you see that updog on the way here?”

“What’s updog?” He asks distracted, lips against your skin.

“Nothing, what’s up with you?” You giggle, and soon start laughing at the look of absolute defeat on Steve’s face. “Told you I’d make you fall for it eventually.”

“Oh come on, I was distracted! You tricked me.”

You cackle as he tries to deny the fact that he fell for your prank and Steve’s eyes squint with determination. His fingers flutter on your waist and you squirm out of his reach, knowing what’s on his mind. There’s no way you’ll let him tickle you. Steve laughs when you start running away to the open field next to the house. He runs after you, following your own laughter, his heart so full it could burst.

You look over your shoulder and smile. “I love you!” You tell him, just because you can, and can’t help but thank fate for this turn of events when Steve yells back:

“I love you.”

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millie-multifics · 26 days

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……Mamma Mia?

Evan Buckley x GN!Reader

When your friend cancels plans last minute, your sweet boyfriend steps up.

Featuring: Soft Boyfriend Buck and Mammia Mia

Masterlist

x x x

Your phone tightened in your grip and you withheld your sigh of disappointment. You had this night planned for weeks, but your friend was calling to cancel merely an hour before you were set to pick them up.

“No worries, take care.” You hid your disappointment behind a smile as you finished up the call. Your boyfriend, Buck immediately sensed something was wrong.

“Everything okay?” Even from the kitchen, he could hear the slight variations in your tone that was hiding your crushed excitement.

You sighed, kicking off your shoes. “Tonight just got cancelled.”

“But you’ve been looking forward to this for weeks? And you spent so much time getting those tickets and choosing an outfit.”

You pulled the throw pillow onto your lap as you sat on the couch, picking at a loose thread, remembering all of the nights looking through ticket websites and multiple weekends spent combing through thrift stores in L.A.

“I’ll go with you.” Buck offered, the sadness you were emitting was simply too much for your sweet boyfriend to bare. It didn’t matter to him that musicals were not his thing and he would have to sit through two, or that he had just gotten off shift and was simply exhausted. The only thing that mattered to him right now was your happiness.

“Really?”

“It’ll be fun.” It sounded like he was trying to convince himself just as much as you.

“So it’s a musical about paternity?”

“It follows Sophie, she is getting married and trying to decipher which of the three men her mom had written about in her diary is her real father.”

“How does Abba fit into all this?”

“If you’re looking for the logic or correlation between Abba and the story, you won’t find any except that some of the group were the creators of the musical.”

“Does she find out who her real father is?”

“You’ll have to wait and see, babe.”

Buck continued to scroll through the Wikipedia page. “Mamma Mia: Here We Go Again?”

“The second film. It takes place a few years later, dynamics have changed and Cher is in it.”

The popcorn bucket rested on your lap, your fingers idly reaching in for the next popped kernal thoughout the film. Buck had also been indulging in the buttery goodness but it had been a moment since his fingers brushed yours in the bucket. You pull your eyes off the screen expecting to find him asleep but found the opposite, his eyes were glued to the screen as Meryl Streep sang Slipping Through My Fingers. You swore you could see his tears glistening in his eyes at the beautiful song.

The second film began and Buck quickly questioned the absence of Meryl Streep just as everyone did the first time it had been watched. He would whisper in your ear as quiet as possible for explanations on small continuity errors but you assured him none would effect the storyline much. You could feel Buck squeeze your hand just a little bit tighter as Sky returned to Kalokairi, and he was sniffling along with the rest of the Theatre during the christening scene.

“So what did you think?” You asked as the lights turned on while the credits rolled.

“I can definitely see why these are your comfort movies.”

“Thank you for coming with me, Evan.” You leaned your head on his shoulder, cuddling into him as much as possible with the chairs cupholders between you.

“Anytime.”

Buck didn’t regret volunteering at all despite how his tiredness from shift weighed on him. The theatre was packed with fans who were just as enthusiastic as you and he adored watching you glow each time you received a compliment on your well planned outfit. Maybe, just maybe he enjoyed the movies too.

You think you can definitely hear him humming S.O.S in the kitchen the next morning.

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toomuchracket · 2 months

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it's only been a year (birthday party matty x reader fluff)

surprise! happy 1st anniversary of the blog, and therefore to these fuckers. love you all. enjoy <3

matty’s so glad you're here.

not that he doesn't love his job, because he really, really does - and, to be honest, playing music for lovely people with his best friends has never felt like a proper shift to him - but the touring sparkle is starting to fade a bit now. it's been nonstop for almost two years, the end of this album cycle is in sight, and, as much as he hates to admit it, he's not as young as he once was. the tiredness catches up to him faster, because the adrenaline doesn't last as long, and all the dancing around is taking a bit more of a toll on his body than it used to (which reminds him: put the knee support on before travelling tomorrow). what used to be hours-long hedonistic afterparties have turned into staying backstage for a couple of drinks at most, before hurrying to the hotel for a hot shower to soothe the muscles in the voice and the rest of the body, and then getting as much sleep as possible. arguably, not particularly rock'n’roll, nor very exciting.

but you're here. at the shows, on the planes and trains and buses, and, currently, cueing up an episode of derry girls from the bed in matty's (well, both of your) hotel room. and because you are, the sparkle is still there, still glimmering away like glitter under strobe lights. he's not in the habit of quoting or relating to abba songs (although it's been happening more often recently, probably because of your love for mamma mia), but matty thinks they hit the nail on the head in super trouper - he truly cannot be sad knowing you're in the crowd, seeing you dance along to his songs and smile at him like he hung the moon.

wrapping the towel around his waist, matty steps out of the bathroom, and immediately smiles (probably gormlessly) at the sight of you, frowning cutely as you try to get netflix to load; his heart melts when you push up your glasses, then turn to beam at him when you catch a glimpse of him from the corner of your eye. “hi, baby. how you feeling?”

“tired,” matty sighs, smiling again when you climb off the bed and peck him on the lips, before tugging him into a cuddle. he hums. “thanks, sweetheart.”

“s'ok,” you press a kiss to his chest tattoo, a move so tender that it never fails to weaken his knees. “d'you want me to make you a hot chocolate while you get ready for bed?”

matty pulls back to look at you, brow furrowed. “we have hot chocolate?”

“there's a setting for it on the coffee machine.”

“there is? i didn't notice.”

“yeah, it's in french.”

“oh,” matty laughs, kissing your head. “this is really a recurring thing for us, isn't it? you keeping me right with drinks in europe because you're the only one of us who can speak french. thank god you were a pretentious teenager, darling.”

you blink at him. “you're taking the piss out of me for being a pretentious teenager?”

“well, i’m not the one who learnt another language so i could read the original text of les mis,” matty smirks. “how's that going, by the way?”

your face takes on the adorably bashful expression matty loves so much. “haven't even finished it in english yet,” you say, before crumbling into laughter that matty can't help joining in on - fuck, he loves you so much. when he tells you as much, you kiss him again. “i love you, too. now - hot choc, or no?”

“i'll take one, please, darling.”

“okay,” you kiss his nose, beaming at the way he scrunches it when you do. “can you see if you can get netflix to work once you're dressed, please, babe?”

“course, darling.”

“thank you, lover.”

there's a final kiss, then you let go of matty and wander to the coffee machine; as silly as it sounds, because you're only about three feet away from him, he misses you as soon as you leave his arms. having you in them, being in yours… that's matty's favourite thing in the world, and he'd gladly sacrifice most other things in life to have it for five minutes longer every morning and night, ten more minutes per day of him just being yours and you just being his.

although, looking at you now, it's so clear that those things are true even without him holding you - the hoodie you're wearing is an old one of his (that honestly looks better on you), the boxers you're wearing as pyjama shorts are his, and he's preeeeetty sure the overly-long nike sports socks you're wandering around in are also his. he gives parts of himself to you, and you accept them gladly, proudly displaying that you're completely his; in heart and mind and soul, too, not just in wardrobe.

he still can't get over that. he doesn't think he ever will.

once he's dressed (clothes warm, because you were sweet enough to put them on the radiator for him) and the tv has loaded properly, matty settles into bed, beaming at you as you wander over with his drink and giggling when you place it on the bedside table and just crawl over him to get to your side of the bed. he kisses the side of your head as you snuggle into him. “you're not having one, darling?”

“nah,” you let out a world-weary sigh. “i've had far too much chocolate today as is. remind me never to agree to going to a gig in switzerland ever again. s'awful for my digestion.”

matty laughs. “or you could just, you know, not eat chocolate.”

you frown adorably at him. he laughs again. “or not.”

“thank you,” your face softens. “s'good, though. try the hot chocolate, see for yourself.”

“right,” matty takes a sip, humming happily at the rich sweetness. “mhmm. yeah.”

“amazing, isn't it?”

he nods, swallowing, then grins. “nowhere near as sweet as you, though.”

“oh, you sap!” you roll your eyes, tucking your face into matty’s chest in mild embarrassment while he giggles; he can feel you smiling through his t-shirt, though. “put the telly on, i can't cope.”

he obliges, free hand coming up to stroke your hair as you watch the episode in relative calm - that is, aside from the two of you constantly laughing at the onscreen antics, and from you covering matty's mouth in an attempt to stop him doing his god-awful impression of a northern irish accent. the whole experience is really domestic, as sweet as the hot chocolate matty finished ten minutes into the episode, the perfect end to a busy work day.

matty stretches when the episode ends, moving to wrap his arms around your waist and rest his head on your chest. “time is it, sweetheart?”

“ten past midnight,” you yawn; suddenly, though, you perk up. “oh! happy anniversary, baby!”

he smiles into your chest, dragging himself up to hover over you. “happy anniversary, my girl,” he coos, thumbs stroking your pretty face. “i love you.”

“i love you,” you smile. “kiss, please?”

matty nods, leaning down to press his lips to yours; on instinct, you open your mouth as soon as he does, soundtracked by a sigh that makes his head spin. even now, a year on from it, every kiss you share feels like the very first one up against the wall in the smoking area, full of passion and adrenaline and just total love and devotion that you'd both kept buried for each other for years. the only difference is that now, 365 days on, you know exactly how to kiss matty to make him melt - a moan slips from his throat as you softly swipe your tongue around the perimeter of his lips, which in turn makes you smile, and another follows when you gently bite his lower lip and drag it to release. but it's the way you beam at him afterwards, breathing just as heavily as he is, that gets matty most, makes him hug you as tightly as he can and press little kisses all over your face and hair and get you giggling (his favourite sound in the world).

once you've both caught your breath, kissed some more, and caught your breath again, you speak. “d'you want your anniversary present now, baby?”

matty grins. “yeah. you want yours?”

“yeah,” you beam. reaching across to your bedside table, you take out a little wrapped gift and hand it to him. “for you.”

“thank you, sweet girl,” matty kisses your forehead, rolling off you to pull a thin box from his bag at the side of the bed. “for you.”

“thanks, darling,” you kiss him softly. “go on, you open yours first.”

“alright,” matty carefully rips the brown paper - after smiling, lovesick, at for the love of my life written on it in your unmistakable handwriting - to find what looks like a zine, small enough to fit in his back pocket. he laughs in slight shock at the cover, displaying both of your first initials in a heart and subtitled year one, and this continues when he flicks through the pages. the very first has a picture of the two of you at that fateful birthday party, taken by a friend across the table, as well as one of the receipt for dinner, with little hearts drawn on either side of the listing for your favourite wine; the next, a short typed-out musing ‘written on matty's couch. he's in love with me. he knows i'm in love with him. i've never been so happy in my life. i fell asleep thinking my heart might burst, and that feeling hasn't left me at all. this is true love. i know it now’.

flicking through the pages - he so badly wants to spend time poring over every single one, but he knows now isn't the time - matty feels the exact same way. you've always been shockingly good at gift-giving when it comes to him, but this… this is the best thing anyone's ever done for him.

he doesn't even think love is a strong enough word to describe how he feels about you, to be honest.

you smile when he tells you as much, lifting his hand to kiss it. “i'm glad you like it, baby. i had a lot of fun compiling everything. it was just constant reminders of how much i love you - although, i agree, it's not a strong enough word. maybe i should come up with an alternative. like how coleridge did with soulmate.”

“thank fuck he did, by the way,” matty sighs, leaning in to kiss you. “what would i call you otherwise?”

“i'm sure you'd figure it out. you're very good with words.”

“not when it comes to you, darling,” he smiles. “and that's actually relevant to your gift, so…”

“point taken,” you wink, lifting the lid. your beautiful face takes on a confused expression as you lift out a thin, a3-sized hardback book. “this looks like one of your lyric books from stage…”

“it does, a bit, yeah.”

“...and it has my name on the front,” your jaw drops, and you open the book so frantically that matty can't help but giggle; he laughs even harder when you look up at him, aghast. “this is a score. you wrote me a song?”

“kind of, sweetheart. i mean, i've written you lots of songs already-”

“but none explicitly with my name!”

“no, that's true,” matty moves to sit behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. he feels you relax immediately, which is good, because for a second he thought you were about to go into genuine shock. “and this one is slightly different in another way, too.”

“it is?”

“yeah. look - there aren't any lyrics,” he takes your hand in his own, dragging your finger over the score to show blankness where the words would appear over the stave. “when i said a minute ago that i wasn't good with words when it comes to you, i mean it. you're literally the only person in the world that can render me speechless; trying to concisely convey everything i love about you in words that 1) made sense and 2) worked in a song was impossible. so i figured i would just let the music do the talking,” matty kisses your head. “no lyrics, parts for almost a full orchestra plus the instruments i'm used to writing for… this isn't a song, darling, it's a symphony, the one that plays in my head whenever i think about you.”

“matthew,” your voice is shaky when you say his name; when you turn to look at him, he notices your jaw is too, the telltale sign that you're about to burst into tears. “i think you're absolutely fucking mental. and i love you, i love you, i love you,” your voice cracks into a sob on the last you, and you bury your face in your boyfriend's neck while you cry. “that's the most romantic thing anyone could do, i think, and you did it for me. what the fuck!”

matty giggles, caressing your back and kissing your head soothingly. “s'the least i could do, really.”

“oh, shut up.”

“alright,” he coaxes you out of hiding, wiping your tears away and kissing your nose. “i'll play it for you when we get to a piano tomorrow, yeah?”

“i'd like that,” you peck his lips. “thank you, my love.”

“you're welcome, darling. and thank you for the little zine about us - can't wait to read that tomorrow, too.”

you nod happily - suddenly, your eyes widen. “wait! that reminds me: i got you something else too. and i want us to use them tomorrow.”

“let's see, then,” matty sits up in anticipation, but almost immediately slumps back down exasperatedly when he sees the rolling papers in your hand. “baby…”

“what? it's on-theme!” you grin. “it’s paper! the thing you're meant to give and get to celebrate a first anniversary. and, let's be serious, it was me wanting to smoke that got us here, wasn't it?”

“you’re incorrigible, sweetheart,” matty shakes his head, hand tracing patterns into your thigh; he can't help but smile, though. “but alright - tomorrow, at some point, we'll smoke.”

“promise?”

“for fuck's sake,” he sighs. “i promise, even though i think you're demented.”

you beam. “thanks. i love you!”

“i love you, too, darling.”

#mads muses #mads does writing #into the birthday partyverse #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fic #matty healy fluff #matty healy x reader #matty x reader

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charles leclerc + “here we go again”

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pairing: charles leclerc x reader

a/n: me singing mamma mia in my head….but anyways i decided to make this humorous because thats me and silly little charles is the kind of boy to do this hehehe enjoy <3

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Charles woke up to a phone call at around 2:18 am. Groaning in response, he blindly reached for his phone on the bedside table, not bothered to check the caller ID, “Hello?”

“Charles! Thank God you picked up,” Isa exclaimed, running a hand through her hair, “We’ve got a situation with Y/N.”

“What is it?” Charles replied, immediately sitting up in bed and turning on the lamp to make his way through the room clearly, “What happened?”

“Don’t worry, nothing major,” His teammate’s girlfriend replied, “It’s just…she’s kind of tipsy – no never mind, she’s drunk. She’s whining for you to pick her up.”

“Mamma mia,” Charles chuckled through the phone, grabbing his hoodie and keys as he exited the apartment, “Send me the address and I’ll come pick her up. Gracias, Isa.”

Isa laughed and patted your head as you hugged her waist while you sat down, “Don’t mention it. I’ll send it right now, bye.”

Locking the apartment, Charles couldn’t help but smile upon replaying the conversation the two of you had before you left for a girl’s night with Isa and Lily.

“Mon ange, be sure you don’t exceed your limits,” Charles looked at you from his simulator, “Look after each other, okay?”

“Tsk, Cha, you know my tolerance has improved!” You poked your tongue out at him as you grabbed your purse, “Of course, we will. Don’t stay up, okay? Get the rest you need.”

“Call me when you need me,” Charles smiled as he stood up to walk over to you, kissing you softly, “I love you.”

“I love you more,” You smiled as you squished his cheeks before walking out of the room and calling out, “See you later!”

As Charles pulled up to the address of the club that Isa sent, he couldn’t help but chuckle from the way your eyebrows furrowed and a frown etched on your face while you hugged Isa.

“Y/N, look Charles is here,” Lily whispered as she patted your back gently, “C’mon let’s get you up.”

“Charles,” You drunkenly whined as you squinted your eyes, “Where is he? You’re lying, Lily.”

Charles got out of his car, walking over the three of you and smiling, “Hey. You two okay?”

“Perfectly fine,” Isa laughed as she handed your purse over to him, “She was so proud that her alcohol tolerance increased, but she spoke too soon.”

“She said that before she left too,” He chuckled as he crouched down to your level, patting your knee and smiling, “Mon ange, time to go home.”

“Don’t mon ange me mister,” You huffed as you crossed your arms, “I have a boyfriend.”

“Here we go again,” Charles mumbled as he shook his head, wanting to play along your drunken state, “Sorry about that, what’s your boyfriend’s name?”

“His name is Charles Leclerc,” You slurred as you pointed at his chest, “He wouldn’t like it if you called me pet names.”

“That’s my name, you know,” Charles snickered as he stood up and reached his hand out, “C’mon, Y/N. Let’s go home.”

“Cha! You came!” You giggled as you grabbed his hand, stumbling into his arms, “Some guy was calling me mon ange earlier…wouldn’t listen to me when I said I had a boyfriend.”

“That’s what she’s been going on about earlier,” Isa whispered as she patted Charles’ shoulder, “Lily and I will wait for Alex. Get home safe the two of you.”

“We will,” Charles smiled as he carried you back to his car, stumbling a few times, “My love, don’t fall asleep on me.”

“But I’m tired,” You frowned as Charles put you in the passenger seat, buckling your seatbelt, “Can we get McDonalds?”

“Whatever you want, my love,” Charles kissed your forehead as he closed the door and headed over to his side of the car, putting the keys in the ignition, “You had a fun night?”

“Mhm! I missed the girls so much,” You nodded eagerly with a big smile on your face, “I also realized one thing that sober me cannot tell straight to your face.”

Charles raised an eyebrow and looked at you momentarily, “And what is that?”

You brought a hand to your mouth, whispering softly, “I really really really…”

Laughing as he shook his head, stopping at the traffic light, “You really, really, really what?”

“I really really really…want you to be my future,” You hiccuped as you giggled, “Husband.”

Charles smiled to himself and turned to face you as the red hue of the traffic lights shone on your face through the windshield, “The honor would be mine, mon ange.”

You didn’t have to know that Charles kept a small velvet box in his bedside drawer, hidden at the back and placed inside a tin can to hide your suspicions. But, Charles thought he’d let you know soon enough – maybe, even tomorrow.

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salford-blues · 4 months

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Funscape

A/n: Almost did 6 days in work woweeeee. My feet are absolutely killing :((( Also guys don't hesitate to talk to me. Happy to talk whenever!! Pairing: selected F1 Grid x platonic!driverreader (Logan + George), smidge of Frederik Vesti x driver!reader Summary: reader and the grid go to a funscape for a day of fun. Warnings: derogatory word towards the end and like one swear word

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User.1 Who's in the karts? And who's on the bike's?

> logansargeant me, birdie and Liam! And then George and birdie!

User.2 never though I'd see the day George Russell would hang with Logan Sargeant and y/n

> User.3 I think George has just become friends with Y/n. Not sure about everyone else!

liamlawson30 still think I should have won

> logansargeant still salty that I beat your ass I see

>> yourusername girls, girls calm down you're both pretty

User.4 she's just using them for fame

> User.5 If she was then I think she'd go for the more popular drivers like Charles or Lando...

>> User.6 god forbid a girl has fun and has male friends

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yourusername crikey! that was bloody poor

georgerussell63 you wound me

carmenmmundt we should do this again, but without the boys @yourusername

> yourusername agreed babes... take it further and we'll go on a girls holiday!!

>> lilymhe oh I am so down

>>> francisca.cgomes me too!!

>>>> yourusername that was easier than expected

>>>>> georgerussell63 under my own post as well... distasteful

>>>>>> yourusername the only thing that was distasteful was your dance skills

>>>>>>> alex_albon stop stealing our girlfriends!!

>>>>>>>> yourusername snooze, you loose Albono. They're all miinnee.

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User.7 Oh to have a friendship like Y/n and Daphne's

> User.8 Y/n has great chemistry with all her friends!! Wish I was her

User.9 Just like get together already... pls

User.10 mothhherrsss??

> daphnevmaccaa daughter??

>> User.10 omg hiiiii

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User.11 Fred, what are you doing here?

User.12 Slag... look at all these guys that she's just messing with!! Now got poor Fred in the mix

> User.13 Ikr. She doesn't deserve any of them

>> User.14 Why you hating like a man???

@yourusername's story

Caption: Mamma mia... here we go again (ABBA nighttttt)

#f1 fanfic #f1 x driver!reader #f1 x female reader #formula 1 x female reader #formula 1 x reader #formula one x reader #f1 imagine

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Mamma mia, here I go again {pt4}

Summary: A summer of poor decisions leads you to having to face the consequences of your actions —and the men involved. Pairing: Kevin Magnussen x fem!reader, Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader, Mark Webber x fem!reader Warnings: hinting at past trauma Word count: 1.8k Taglist: @ashy-kit @averagef1fansblog @barcelonaloverf1life @bradfordbantams @dannyramirezwife @doofenshmirtzevil-inc @exotic-iris13 @goldsainz @iloveneteyam @jaypreshpresh @laura-naruto-fan1998 @monzamash @norrisleclercf1 @opheliaas-stuff @roseseraj @szobosz @vellicora

Part 4 of the Mamma Mia series

All things considered, it’s not a long drive; before you know it, Lewis exits the motorway and drives along the shoreline of a large body of water further up north. You keep your eyes on the window, the sky now tinged with deep shades of oranges and pinks, drowning the mountains in a darker shade of lavender.

“We’re at Lake Como?” you ask, spotting the many boats in the harbours below. Lewis hums an answer, flicking his gaze to you before focussing back on the road. It’s not long before Lewis parks the car at a small little restaurant, sitting at the southernmost point of the lake.

“Thank you,” you murmur as Lewis opens your door and helps you out of the car. He keeps holding your hand as he locks the car and walks you inside.

“Ah, Lewis!” a woman in her mid-fifties greets him, her arms outstretched to hug him. Lewis laughs and allows her to pull him in, receiving two kisses on his cheeks.

“Good to see you too Alice,” Lewis replies, still chuckling and trying his best to pronounce her name the Italian way.

“Come, come, I made sure to keep your favourite table available.”

“You didn’t have to-..” Lewis tries to say but the woman interrupts him.

“It’s not everyday you bring someone besides Roscoe. So yes, I did have to. You need to make a good impression on this lovely girl,” she says, patting his cheek before continuing her route out onto the terrace. Lewis looks almost bashful and shrugs a shoulder as if to say I guess. You can’t help but chuckle at the exchange and allow him to lead you to a table tucked away a little bit behind some greenery but the view is what makes you stop in your tracks. From this spot you have an unobstructed view of the lake and you can see how the lights of houses and businesses alike reflect on the water. Lewis pulls your chair out and scoots you closer to the table before sitting down himself. Alice hums approvingly, looking at the both of you with a glimmer in her eyes you can’t quite decipher.

“I know Lewis doesn’t drink, but we have a great selection of wines.”

“Oh. Uhm.. I-.. That’s very kind but no, thank you. I would love a San Pellegrino though if you have it?”

Alice smiles and nods, “We do, would you like limonata, aranciata or aranciata rossa?”

“The last one, that’s blood orange, right?” The woman nods again. “Then I’ll have that one, please.”

“Excellent,” Alice replies and hands you both a menu before walking away.

“You come here so often that she knows your drinks order by heart?” you joke, looking up at him. Lewis chuckles and nods.

“I’ve been coming here for a couple of years now. The view is great and they serve some of the best vegan food I’ve ever had.” You hum in acknowledgement and peruse the menu once more.

At first the conversation flows a bit awkwardly. It’s all fine and dandy to discuss the menu and decide on what to get, but after that nerves get the better of you.

“Hey,” Lewis says softly, pulling you from your thoughts and steering your gaze away from the lake, “talk to me. What are you thinking?”

You sigh, putting your fork down.

“It’s just-.. It’s a lot, you know? Finding out I’m pregnant to having to tell you and expecting the worst... Seeing Mark again, talking to Kev.. Suddenly going from being single to having three men interested… What happens if this gets out… It’s overwhelming..” you all but whisper.

“It’s understandable that you’re feeling overwhelmed. And I can only imagine how it must’ve been for you to see Mark again after what happened in 2013, but baby, please listen to me; I care deeply about you. All three of us do. We just want to show you that you are worthy of being loved unconditionally. And fuck what people say, societal norms are impossible to conform to anyway so why bother. The best form of revenge is to thrive while they hope for your downfall,” Lewis replies, resting a hand on yours. You’re quiet for a moment, mulling over his words as he brushes his thumb over the back of your hand. You feel conflicted; on the one hand you want nothing more than to take Lewis’ words at face value and allow any of them to love you fully, but look at where that has gotten you: still heartbroken a decade on and so set in your ways that alone is better that you don’t allow anyone to even get close to you –not romantically at least.

“I don’t think I can Lewis…” you whisper, “but I want to try.” You look up at him once more, swallowing down a lump in your throat.

“Baby, that’s all we ask,” Lewis replies, smiling softly at you.

After that conversation, the atmosphere lightens and the both of you reminisce about your shared time in Formula 1.

“But did anyone actually show up to that hotel room?” you ask, trying to catch your breath after laughing so much your stomach hurts, remembering the twinkle in the German’s eyes as he gave away the name of the hotel most of the drivers were staying in during that grand prix weekend in Russia.

“No idea, Seb just gave random numbers I think,” Lewis answered, still chuckling.

“He always had the best one liners during the press conferences, always flirting and teasing,” you comment with a chuckle.

“Oh that man was the biggest flirt in the paddock. Remember how he always got McKenzie flustered?” Lewis laughs before taking another sip of his drink. You can’t help but laugh at that and finish your own drink. Both of you are quiet for a moment, lost in memories. You don’t even notice Lewis getting up to pay for dinner, too lost in the view and your own head. It’s so easy being around him. You know this, the two of you have been friends for almost a decade at this point so it really shouldn’t come as a surprise. But perhaps that familiarity is what scares you most; you can so very easily picture your future with him, picture him as a father to this baby. He would make such a good dad, so loving and patient. You know for a fact Lewis would spoil his children having seen how he treats his nieces and nephews. The image of him dressing the baby in mini versions of his paddock outfits makes you smile. Can it really be this easy, you wonder to yourself, letting someone love you?

“I hope you’re being honest with him, cara mia,” Alice’s voice breaks through your thoughts. You look up at her, confusion apparently written all over your face.

“I have known him for six years now and not once has he brought a woman here. That boy is absolutely smitten with you. Both of you,” she clarifies, pointedly looking at your stomach as she hints at your pregnancy. You look down, only now noticing you had rested your hand there. You quickly drop it into your lap.

“I-.. I don’t…” Alice just smiles at you.

“Ah, but it’s scary, no? Letting someone in? Keeping your heart shut like this, it’s safe but also lonely. He’s a good man, if you allow him in, he will treat you right –both of you. But you have to allow him first.”

It shocks you, how she has read you like an open book from the moment you set foot in her restaurant.

“Cara mia, I see the way you look at him. Not all is lost yet. Come, before my husband bores that poor boy to death,” Alice says. You can’t help but chuckle and follow her inside where you spot Lewis in an animated conversation with a man who looks to be in his early sixties. Alice interrupts her husband, firing off a comment in rapid Italian.

“Carlo, please let this poor boy go home. He had a race today, I am sure both of them are tired. Oh look, that table could use some more wine, please help them,” she switches to English before pushing Carlo in the direction of a table in the back. Carlo rolls his eyes, but you can tell there’s no annoyance behind it as he kisses his wife’s cheek and does as he’s told. Lewis hugs Alice goodbye, letting her kiss his cheek again and promises to come back soon. The older woman pulls you into a hug, whispering he’s worth it in your ear before letting you go. You give her hand a squeeze before following Lewis outside.

It doesn’t take long for the exhaustion to hit you full force on the drive back to the hotel. You try your hardest to stay awake, but it becomes increasingly more difficult to keep your eyes open.

“Sleep baby, I’ll wake you when we’re in Monza,” Lewis murmurs, giving your thigh a squeeze.

“Thank you,” you mumble, and let sleep pull you under. It feels like seconds but when you glance at your watch you see that you’ve been out for a good 30 minutes when you wake up again as Lewis exits the motorway into Monza. He effortlessly parks the car in the garage and helps you out of the car once more. Again Lewis keeps hold of your hand as you make it into the lift to your floor. Alice’s words replay in your head as your stomach twists in knots. When you arrive at your room, you turn around, needing to lean against the door.

“Thank you for dinner. I had a great time, tonight,” you all but whisper, fidgeting with your key card.

“Mm, I did too,” Lewis replies, smiling this cheeky smile that sends your heart into overdrive.

“I-.. Lewis, I would hate to give you the wrong idea about us. I know I said I want to try and let you in –any of you, but I don’t-.. I have no idea how this will pan out and it would kill me if I lead you on. It’s a lot, I’m a lot right now so please don’t feel obligated in any way to-..” Before you can finish your sentence, Lewis presses his lips against yours. It’s not hard, just the gentlest touch, but it’s enough to shut you up and for your brain to stop whirling.

“Baby, I will gladly take that risk if there’s a small chance that I can call you mine at the end of it. For you it’ll be worth it, no matter the outcome,” Lewis murmurs in the space between your lips.

“Okay,” you whisper, not knowing how else to respond to him. Lewis smiles again, giving you another quick kiss before wishing you a good night, leaving you standing in the corridor with the ghost of his kiss on your lips and your thoughts.

And there you have it, date number 1! Massive thank you to @curiousthyme and @szobosz for being my beta readers for this one

Feel free to let me know what you thought; your comments, tags, and likes mean the world to me 💜

(also, 10 gold stars if you can figure out which Taylor Swift song influenced/inspired this date 👀)

#f1 fanfic #kevin magussen x reader #kevin magnussen x you #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #mark webber x reader #mark webber x you #mamma mia fic

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You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 40

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

If you'd like to join in for a girl’s day we're going to the spa, Carol’s text read when I awoke the next morning.

“Well, what am I going to do with myself all that time?” Dr. Miller teased; though after a cozy morning in bed together, he bid me farewell for the day. I knew it would give him a chance to go skiing or snowboarding without having to feel bad about it. I was sure he would link up with Will at some point.

I was nervous when I met up with Carol again, as I had never met her friends that were in the wedding party. There were three of them. Wendy, a cousin she had a close friendship with. Ernesta, a friend that Carol had been close with since her teenage years. And Annie, a British woman Carol had worked with for over ten years at Hillcrest. The two of them had become really close over time.

“This is (Y/N),” Carol introduced me to her circle of pals. “She and Joel have been seeing each other.”

“He's quite the hunk,” Annie teased, making Carol laugh and swat her friend in the arm.

I laughed with them and shrugged. “Thank you for the invite.” Their banter was giving me serious Mamma Mia vibes.

“I hope you like mimosas and massages,” Ernesta said to me. “It's the only way we could convince this one to stay off the slopes the day before her wedding.” She motioned to Carol.

“I can do mimosas and massages,” I assured them, grinning as they welcomed me to their little hen party.

“And pedicures,” Wendy added.

Once the five of us were down in the underground area that housed the spa, all donning bathrobes, I finally let myself relax around them. They were all friendly, though I could tell how close these women were. It made me miss Tori a bit; though I was perfectly content where I was.

“And how long have you been together?” Annie asked as we sat side by side in pedicure chairs with our feet soaking.

“A couple of months,” I explained. It had only been about a month-and-a-half but I rounded up.

“Ahh, new romance. That's the most fun in the world.” She had a friendly, round face and her accent made me smile. Annie was one of those funny, warm souls. I already enjoyed being in her company.

“I really like Joel a lot,” I told her, smiling wide. “He's just..”

“A hunk,” she blurted out again, shamelessly, as she adjusted her oversized glasses.

I chuckled. “Yeah, he's a hunk,” I agreed.

“Do you ladies want to try to salt caves?” Wendy asked, leaning forward in her chair so she could see everyone.

“What in the bloody hell is that?” Annie asked.

“They’re supposed to promote relaxation,” Ernesta explained.

“They have those here?” Carol asked.

Wendy nodded, “We might as well go into this rehearsal dinner fully relaxed, right?”

Annie raised her hand and spoke to no one in particular. “Another mimosa, please!”

I laughed to myself and sat back as the staff returned to prepare our pedicures. It made me realize how badly I needed a girls’ day.

James sat in a room in the security building alone. A spread of small monitors was in front of him and he studied one after the other after the other. Despite the case being on the shoulders of more prominent law enforcement officials, James couldn't help himself. He wanted to see first hand if the security footage held any information of the identity of the lady killer.

It had been multiple days. James had spent hours in that room by himself. Solving this insane string of murders had become an obsession. Each time someone was murdered, the obsession grew stronger.

James had looked through one area of campus footage to the next. He kept at it most nights until his eyes grew so strained and tired that he couldn't focus anymore.

The date. The time of the kill. He knew the numbers by heart, almost down to the second. And while the body had been dropped where no cameras were, the person responsible had to be on those tapes somewhere.

That night, after months of searching, James finally thought he had a lead. In one camera from the night of the latest murder, there was a shadowy figure that crossed passed a row of trees near the pond on campus. He almost didn't see it, but after pausing the footage just right, there was a clear pair of legs he could see mid-stride. It was so dark that that's all he could make out - the legs. The upper body blended with the darkened backdrop.

That one almost went unnoticed. But it led James to explore the next camera along the traveler’s path. Again, the figure blended and almost went unnoticed, but there was movement clear as day, especially when he zoomed in.

“I'm gunna get ya,” James spoke to himself as he sipped on a coffee. He never took his eyes off the screen.

The next surveillance camera was similar. Shadowy, unclear movement. Easy missed at first and second glances. But someone was there. Someone was lurking away from Woodbridge’s campus at the exact time the body had been dropped.

“Come on,” he begged. “Show yourself.”

By the time James got to the final camera on campus, the person walked beneath a street light and he paused it.

“Fuck.” James zoomed in and zoomed in again, and then zoomed out. The only thing he could tell was that this was a human being. That's it. Was it a man? A woman? From the stature he guessed a man but he couldn't even be one hundred percent certain of that. Their back was to the camera and they were clad in all black.

And that was it. The person rounded off campus and onto the next street.

James smacked his hand down on the table in frustration. “Damn it.” He slumped in his chair and sighed, staring at the vacant scene before him.

Where did he go?

“Bank Street,” James spoke aloud. His eyes danced back and forth as he thought of the route.

The person took a right onto Bank Street. There was a bar called O'Malley's, Planet Pizza, a candy store and two little clothing shops. Across the street from that was an old time ice cream parlor named Pete’s, Crave Cookies and a sneaker store.

One of those has to have a camera.

James checked his watch, downed the rest of his coffee and then headed out to hit the businesses of Bank Street.

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|| %#🫂 !! 🐱 MAMMA MIA -> Masterlist

☆ PAIRING/S = TBZ Bermuda line x Reader, Jay (enha) x OC

☆ GENRE = SMAU, Romance, Fluff

☆ WARNINGS = profanity (not all the time), yin has zero survival instincts, mentions of sleeping around (NO SMUT BTW), drinking (alcohol), eating (food), capitalized letters and sentences signify which character is talking, will add more when i see more

☆ SCHEDULE = Wednesdays and Fridays (or if i just feel like it ;-;) lmfaooooo i dont have a schedule anymore 🤣🤣

☆ SYNOPSIS = A day before her wedding day, Yin decides to find her father so he can walk her down the isle, the problem? There's three candidates: Lee Juyeon, Kim Younghoon, and Lee Hyunjae.

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★ STATUS = on-going (slowly..)

★ RELEASE DATE = 05/30/23 - 10/22/23 - ???

★ AUTHOR'S NOTE = mamma mia here we go again my my oh how much i missed ya, hehe i lover the mamma mia movies and listening to abba PLUS i love the boyz so i mix mix and ta daaa this will follow most (???) of the plot of the movie hehe thank you for reading kiss kiss

★ DISCLAIMER: random pics of idols and ulzzangs will be used to depict y/n and yin (sorry 🤕)

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Profiles

The Dynamos

The Wives

The Men

Acts

Intro: I Have A Dream

Scene 1: Lee Juyeon

Scene 2: Kim Younghoon

Scene 3: Lee Hyunjae

Act 1: Honey, Honey

Scene 1: FREE THE BRIDE!!!

Scene 2: mama got busy

Scene 3: uhm guys... you need to take a look at this..

Act 2: Money, Money, Money

Scene 1: It's because she'll cry

Scene 2: time to daydrink

Scene 3: Have you ever heard of...online dating?

Act 3: Mamma Mia

Scene 1: watch out

Scene 2: about that..

Scene 3: It's good to see you

Intermission 1: Chiquitita

Scene 1: screw my hoe phase

Scene 2: my turn.

Act 4: Dancing Queen

Scene 1: Our pretty girl

Scene 2: Best distraction

Scene 3: never back down never what??

Act 5: Our Last Summer

Scene 1: Lee Hyunjae Jaehyun

Scene 2: Lee Juyeon

Scene 3: Kim Younghoon

Act 6: Lay All Your Love On Me

Scene 1: father father father daughter time

Scene 2: don't worry princess

Scene 3: mom's flings

Act 7: Super Trouper

Scene 1: traitor...

Scene 2: Whatever !!

Scene 3: eventually..

Intermission 2: Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!

Scene 1: the yuna way.

Scene 2: this is what you call w rizz

Act 8: The Name Of The Game

Scene 1: Jay the girl's girl (not)

Scene 2: i'm twenty!

Scene 3: yay yin!!

Act 9: Voulez-Vous

disclaimer: its one whole chapter (1.3k) so just pick a scene bc its all to the same place..

Scene 1: "can you walk me down the aisle?"

Scene 2: "I'll walk you down the aisle."

Scene 3: "I'll be there!"

Act 10: SOS

Scene 1: i did the unthinkable

Scene 2: "are you mad?"

Scene 3: what do you want me to do now?

Act 11: Does Your Mother Know?

Scene 1: the beach episode

Scene 2: this is NOT the rizzler !!

Scene 3: this might be the rizzler ??

Act 12: Slipping Through My Fingers

Scene 1: a mother's intuition

Scene 2: i'm sorry

Scene 3: *redacted title* 😁

Act 13: The Winner Takes It All

Scene 1: I know what to do!

Scene 2: zero to three

Scene 3: well! something happened!

Intermission 3: I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do

Scene 1: now you kiss... the fiance?

Scene 2: Okay, now you kiss the bride

Act 14: When All Is Said And Done

Scene 1: a wedding became a wedding

Scene 2: who spilled the wine on the floor?

Scene 3: the love birds leaving the next

Act 15: Take A Chance On Me

Scene 1: Took us long enough

Scene 2: what's all these emojis??

Scene 3: we're still here btw...

Outro: I Have A Dream

Scene 1: What is your dream?

Scene 2: My dream is you.

Scene 3: our dream is built for two

more acts to come! (not)

#deoboyznet #the boyz x reader #the boyz drabbles #the boyz imagines #tbz imagines #tbz x reader #the boyz smau #tbz smau #the boyz #younghoon x reader #hyunjae x reader #juyeon x reader #-> mamma mia ♡

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keerysfreckles · 4 months

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omg hii i haven’t requested stuff before anywhere so idk if i’m doing this right but 😭😭 i would loveee a luke castellan imagine where it’s like an angsty friends to lovers with a happy ending… kind of like the song friends by chase atlantic idk sjdieie (ps i loveee ur writing ur so talented)

brutal — luke castellan

pairing: luke castellan x fem!reader

warnings: use of y/n and she/her pronouns (yknow the drill), slight cursing

a/n: did i watch mamma mia twice today? yes. will i watch it again tomorrow? yes.

masterlist !

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y/n l/n wasn't sure why luke castellan was acting weird. was it something she had done? maybe it's his time of the month. she'll never know because she's too afraid to ask. she hasn't seen the hermes' boy all day, and wasn't going to bother looking for him now.

y/n was supposed to be mad at luke. the two have been inseparable since they both arrived at camp. so she was pleasantly surprised when luke had just shoved her off whenever she asked if he was okay.

the girl busied herself this evening by collecting hay bales to bring to the stables. this was usually grover's job, but he was with percy and annabeth on a quest chiron gave them earlier that week.

she wasn't expecting any visitors, so to say she was taken aback by luke showing up would be an understatement.

"what are you doing here?" she asks, not bothering to look up from her wheelbarrow of hay. she continued filling it while luke walked closer to her.

"i wanted to check on you. you seemed to he distancing yourself today."

y/n scoffs, "i haven't been the distant one."

luke rolls his eyes, "what are you talking about?"

y/n doesn't respond.

"you think i'm the one being distant?" luke asks.

y/n shrugs before responding with sarcasm laced in between her words, "i figured since you haven't talked to me all week, and every time i asked if you were okay you'd turn around and avoid answering me. that's just a guess."

"i'm not trying to avoid you," luke responds, yet y/n scoffs again, not believing a word the boy says.

"you don't believe me?"

y/n finally looks at luke, "what was i supposed to think? that we were fine? while you were busying ignoring me and making me feel like a shitty friend?"

it's luke's turn to stay silent, which only makes y/n groan and go back to her task at hand. luke follows her. he grabs her shoulder to try and stop her. y/n only shrugs him off.

luke takes in a deep breath, "do you want to know why i've been so standoffish with you?"

"only if you don't avoid me this time, sure, have at it," y/n doesn't stop walking, and she can only assume luke's following her as his voice doesn't falter.

"i started realizing i have feelings for you," he pauses and y/n takes the silence to turn around. she drops the wheelbarrow and faces luke.

"i'm not used to it okay? so i- i figured if maybe i ignored you the feelings would go away. gods it's stupid, believe me i know. it hurt to see you get so upset."

"so why didn't you just talk to me about it in the first place?" y/n questions.

luke shrugs, "i was worried it'd ruin our friendship."

"oh so ignoring me wouldn't ruin it either? okay," y/n turns back around and starts pushing the wheelbarrow in the direction of the stables again.

luke runs his hands over his face in annoyance, "y/n can you please just listen to me? this is hard okay? i'm not used to liking anyone, especially not you."

y/n stops again, but doesn't look back towards luke.

"especially not you," luke repeats.

"would this be a bad time to say i've liked you since i first got to camp?" y/n still hasn't turned around, and her voice is quiet as she plays with her fingers as a distraction.

luke chuckles, and y/n can picture a blush is appearing on his cheeks.

"i wouldn't say it's the best time, but definitely not bad timing," luke jokes.

y/n finally turns around, with her arms crossed. luke has his hands in his jean pockets. the pair awkwardly stand four feet away from each other. the silence between them is defeaning, and they both know it.

four feet turn into three.

three feet turn into two.

two feet turn into one.

luke brings his hands up to hold both of y/n's cheeks.

"what are you doing?"

"kissing you."

before y/n can get a proper response out, luke pushes his lips against hers. it catches the girl by surprise. she kisses back, because she isn't an idiot, and her hands hold onto luke's wrist. luke pulls away first, and can't help but laugh at y/n's frazzled state.

"you alright?"

"i hate you."

but luke knew she didn't mean it.

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absolutelynooneaskedforthis · 1 year

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CLEAN

Trevor Zegras x reader

synopsis; reader has struggled with self harm since high school, and in the face of a relapse, Trevor supports them with everything he has. based off of the bridge mostly, the ten months sober, i must admit, just because your clean don’t mean you don’t miss it section specifically. fun fact. i cannot listen to this song without crying 💪😔

a/n; this is for all my bitches who have struggled with s/h in the past or are currently, i love you all and i’ve been there, it does get better. please tell someone. please at least find an outlet for that anger. it’s hard. please please please help yourself. you will thank yourself later for letting you find yourself.

warnings; self harm, mentions of trauma, daddy issues (same💪💪), mentions unsupportive family, established relationship, flashbacks are in italics unless it’s a highlighted word, y’all know how to read fics

HEY! IF YOU ARE DEALING WITH SOMETHING THAT INVOLVES SUICIDE OR SELF HARM PLEASE TALK TO SOMEONE ABOUT IT. I know it seems hard, but you will find help and hope. I love each and every one of you. i know where you are, and you will feel better once you tell someone trusted.

You don’t know what it was that brought you back to that day.

One second you were enjoying your boyfriend’s current hockey game, the next you were in the bathroom staring at yourself in the mirror. Waiting. For what, you didn’t know. Something. Anything. To set you off. To have it begin again. All the words. The scars.

The scars.

They were like physical reminders of all the things he used to say to you. All the “you’ll never be good enough”s and the “why are you the way you are?”s. Even the little things, anytime he told you to settle down, shut up, sit still. You used to bite your nails, but your dad thought that was an issue too.

“Stop chewing your nails, you look like a toddler. Immature and stupid. Wouldn’t be a stretch.” he mumbled the last part, but you heard. Loud and clear.

“I’m going to trevor’s.” You raced to the kitchen table to grab your bag and hurried to Trevor’s house.

You knocked on the door and texted him to let you in. It was around 8:00. You were 17.

He opened the door to see tears welling in your glassy eyes.

“What do you need?”

“Can I just, stay here? For the night?”

“Yeah, we were just about to watch a movie. I’ll ask my mom to let you choose.” He brought his arm over your shoulders and closed his front door.

“Hi cutie! Are you alright?” Julie brought her hand to your face in a greeting as you nodded as enthusiastically as you could.

“What did you want to watch?” she immediately caught Trevor’s gaze and grabbed the remote.

“Mamma Mia?” you suggested. It was summer and you had been aching for a Zegras family movie night.

Julie nodded curtly and selected the DVD from the shelf in their living room.

“Hey kiddo. Popcorn?” Gary sat down and passed you the bowl.

“Thank you, Mr. Trevor’s dad.” You’d called him that since you were little and you didn’t know his name. You practically inhaled the handful and turned to your left to see Ava and Griffin in the kitchen.

“Y/n!” Ava rushed to the couch and immediately wedged herself between you and Trevor. His hand still lingered behind you heads as he rubbed small circles into your shoulder.

That was before it all happened.

Every little comment was like a new open wound. A new knife to slice your self esteem. Everything made it so much worse.

Trevor knew about all of the shit your father put you through. He was always there. At school, when he let you stay the night, sneaking out to go get ice cream when either you or him were grounded, he was your person.

When he moved in with Jack, you moved with him, against your father’s wishes. He disowned you on your birthday over the phone, and Trevor and the Hughes were there for you.

All of this brought you back to your bathroom mirror, and the reflection staring through it.

You looked at your wrists and hands in the mirror. The lines. Creases of melancholy seared into your tired veins.

You glanced at your razor on the glass shelf next to the mirror.

Ten months sober, I must admit

Just because you're clean, don't mean you don't miss it

“I’m home babe!” Trevor called to you from the kitchen, you were assuming.

How long had you been in here?

“Bathroom,” your voice tried to reach him, but failed as it cracked and turned thin.

Your frail voice must have given you away, as immediately after you heard fast footsteps up the hall as Trevor swung the door open, but not in a hurried manner. He examined the counter and you.

“Don’t do it. It’s not worth it, not after you’ve made this much progress.” He enveloped you in a hug and you couldn’t help but crumble into him. Your t-shirt slowly began creeping up as Trevor’s hands traced circles up your back.

“Why did he do it Trev? I haven’t spoken to the man in years and he still haunts me.”

“He’s not here, that’s all that matters. And i’m here, pretty girl. I’ve always got you.” he kissed the crook of your neck lightly as he tapped your hip to signal for you to stand up fully. His arms still wrapped around you, he whispered to the air between you,

“Jump.” but there was nothing romantic about his tone. He was ever sweet and caring in your moments of need.

You wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to your shared bedroom. He sat you down on the edge of the bed and nudged your arm up to help you take your tear stained shirt off.

There was nothing sexual about his actions, just you and him. In that moment. A necessary action for the both of you.

Once you were changed into a more comfortable shirt, and Trevor changed out of his game day suit, the two of you laid under the covers, holding each other in exhaustion and love. You had nothing but the latter for him. Love.

Ten months older, I won't give in

Now that I'm clean, I'm never gonna risk it

#trevor zegras x reader #anaheim ducks #trevor zegras

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loving-and-dreaming · 1 year

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here we go again r.l

What happens when you sleep with three different guys, and end up with a daughter right after. Not knowing who the father is, you raise your daughter on your own. Teaching her magic at your own pace. But Albus Dumbledor and Minerva Mcgonagall cannot help but meddle in their three favorite students' lives, James, Sirius and Remus. HOGWARTS MEETS MAMMA MIA <3

Remus lupin x reader

word count: 7.9k

Sitting in front of three men who all somehow know each other, with your daughter in the next room is not how you thought you would be spending your Monday. But here we are, all thanks to that doofus Albus Dumbledor (who even though you went to school in the states, everyone knows) who couldn’t keep his nose out of your business and respect your decision. You must have hit your head, that is the only explanation. There is no way the universe, even with Dumbledore's meddling, could be this cruel. Let’s go back to the beginning to see how on earth we ended up here…

May 15th 1980

“This is it. WE MADE IT!!” you scream in Lilys ear on your way to the great hall. “We are finally free, we can use our magic outside of school without getting in trouble! We can finally go explore the world, we can go explore muggle towns! I am so excited, I cannot wait to travel and see the world.”

“Calm down girl, we have to actually get out of the school before we start making any grand plans of exploration. I don't even know if my mom will let me explore. What about you Mary? What are your plans?” Lily looked from you to Mary. Mary just shrugged, she was clearly not ready to leave school or leave her best friends, you and Lily. You all were known as the three musketeers during school. If you saw one of you, the others were sure to not be far behind. Mary is not the only one that is scared for the next steps, you all were. This school has been a part of your lives since you were 11! Leaving it is going to be hard.

Making your way in, you notice all the people who were graduating with you. These are people that you spent the last 7 years with. Yet, the only people you’re truly going to miss is Lily, Mary and you cannot forget your favorite teacher, Maria Gonzaolaz. Mrs. Gonzaolaz has been there through everything. All of your summers and breaks were spent at school, because your mom was too busy to let you come home. She was basically your second mom. So when you walked down to your seat late, as always and saw her give you. The mother stared at you and gave her a wink and a little smile. Taking your seats in the great hall and listening to the speeches is not what is considered a good time, but looking at the clock you have 2 minutes til you are free forever. The 2 minutes stretch on and on until you finally hear the words, “and most of all we wish you a fantastic life and hope you all use your magic to better the world. Thank you for your time at our school and have a wonderful life!” All of a sudden all students jumped up from their seats and went to hug their friends and their families. The only thing you could think of doing is something that was a spur of the moment decision. “Mrs. Gonzoalas!” you run up to her, grab her arms and spin her around in circles. Now she is not a teacher that would willingly do this, so everyone is shocked and quiet. But you don't stop there! You give her a big kiss right on the cheek! This makes a few gasps go around the room, surely she would take away your diploma, and not let you graduate after that display. She is a very serious teacher. But all everyone saw was her sending a small smile your way as you grab Lily and Mary’s hands and pull them away to the safety of the courtyard.

That night you all are sitting on the balcony(perks of being the Hall Manger, well perks of Lily being the hall manger and you mooching the benefits off her), you, Lilly and Mary talk about your next steps. Mary is thinking of going to school to be a healer! She seems very excited and Lily has already taken up her passion of writing. But while they are talking about their after school plans you simply look up at the stars. You don't realize they asked you a question til mary kicks your leg, “what about you, Y/N? What are you going to do? Have you broken the news to your mom of your plans or have those changed?”

“That is a very good question. I still want to travel, but mom gave me an ultimatum. I either go to college and get her help and money or take my money from my trust fund from my grandma and travel. But if I choose to travel, she told me I cannot go back home, and I no longer have a family…” The gravity of the situation had not kicked in until you told the girls. Not knowing what to do you simply look back up into the stars hoping and praying for some kind of answer. The next thing you know Mary and Lily come to lay on either side of you, grabbing ahold of your hands. Your mind is made up. Even if you lose your mom you know you will never lose the girls. You have everything you need here. So in June when all graduating students must leave it looks like your adventure will start.

Telling your mom was hard, you simply wrote to her and she wrote back to enjoy your life but don’t ever bother coming home. You didn’t mention this to Mary or Lily so when they are packing you sit on the window bench and you see the woods you, Mary, and Lily used to get into trouble in. You see the streets where you used to go on walks to clear your head. Is leaving the right thing? When or if you ever come back Mary and Lily will most likely be married with kids. Settling down sounds nice, but never experiencing anything new, always the same old is not for you. You are not a coward, you are strong and you understand this is a once in a lifetime chance and you have to take it, how wrong can it go?

The next day Mary and Lily take you to the airport! You don’t even know what your first stop is, you are just going to go and see what calls out to you. Looking at the board, France is really calling your name. You pay for your ticket and give the girls a big hug. You all did the teary goodbyes last night after the wine so today was all fun. They walked you as far as they could and then waved and wished you luck all the way until they couldn’t see you anymore.

The plane ride was okay, honestly you wish you could have slept but you were too excited to sleep! You have no plans and for the first time in your life, you feel free. Once the plane lands and you get off instead of looking for a place to stay, you decide to walk around a little bit. I mean it’s Paris, who wouldn’t go see the Eiffel Tower. After walking around for a good hour, you thought it best to find a place to stay for the night. The best part about this trip as you have no idea how long you’re staying anywhere but it’s still good to have a bed to sleep in. You arrive at this cathedral looking hotel. It's tall and looks like it’s been there for ages but has the most beautiful interior walking up to the desk. You notice no one’s there. You ring the bell a couple times but still nothing. You’re not a criminal, but you do need a place to stay so you go behind the desk to get a key and you’re gonna leave some cash. In the middle of you picking a key a man about your age comes stumbling down the stairs in his towel. You see his long black hair tied in a low bun at the nape of his neck and his tattoos covering his chest. He starts trying to speak French, which clearly he doesn’t know how to speak, and you’re trying not to laugh at him. He looks like he’s finished stumbling through something so you play with him a little bit and say “can you repeat that?”

He comes down the steps and stops in front of you on the other side of the desk. “I don’t work here, sorry.” You say with a shrug of your shoulders.

He looks at you like you’ve grown another head, “ Wait you don’t work here, should I call the police?” He picks up the phone about to call the police when you put your hand over his and put the phone back on the hook.

“ I prefer if you didn’t…” you don’t know how and honestly if you ask him he doesn’t know why, but he agrees to not call the police. Instead, he reaches behind you and grabs his room key and grabs the one right next to his room as well.

“ if you want to wait, I was about to go explore if you want to come with me?” he has a flirty tone, but still kind of shy and you think what’s the harm in saying yes, you’re here for an adventure anyways.

“ absolutely let me put some money down and put my suitcase and stuff down and we can go!” About 10 minutes later you’ve finished putting your suitcase in the room and touching up your make up a little bit because he is a cutie and go back downstairs to wait for him. However, he’s already there waiting for you when you come down. He’s wearing skinny jeans, a band T-shirt, and a leather jacket. His black hair is no longer in the low bun but sitting messily on top of his head. And if you do say so yourself, he looks beautiful. Without asking him what his plans were you grab his hand and pull him outside.

“ So I never got your name towel boy…”

“It’s Sirius Black, what is yours hotel impersonator”

“Mine is y/n, and I was never pretending to be anyone, you simply assumed I was someone! Anyways, by your awful French I can tell you are not from here, so what are you doing here?”

“ fulfilling my destiny. My dad owns the hotel that we were in and wants me to run it. It’s not really what I wanna do but my dad’s not one you typically say no to so here I am. What about you? What are you doing in France?”

“ Well while you have your destiny, I’m trying to figure my destiny out and for some reason I have a feeling it’s in Greece” through this conversation, y’all have walked all around this beautiful, huge fountain, you both are kind of hungry, so you grab his hand and pull him in the direction of a restaurant. The waiters are dressed as soldiers from Napoleon times, and the restaurant itself is designed to look like it's from an era, but the food smells delicious so the two of you sit down and continue a conversation over some good food. “ There's this island on the far side of Greece that says if you pass it, you’ll fall off the end of the Earth. I don’t know why, but it’s my destiny to go there or at least part of my destiny. I still don’t know my true Destiny but I’m hoping I’ll find it when I get there.”

“ Wow, that’s beautiful. And it sounds extremely fun, but not exactly for me even though running the hotel isn’t exactly what I want to do. I know I would never want to live on a small island. I'm a big city guy myself. Part of the reason I said yes to run in the hotels is because it’s in Paris and what a beautiful city Paris is. On another note why don’t we talk about what’s going to happen between you and me tonight”

“ whoa Sirius that’s a bit bold there don’t you think”

“ Well I’ve been thinking about it since I ran into you and I can’t think of any reasons not to. Let’s look at the pros and cons. I’m only seeing pros here. What about you?”

“ I mean your lovely guy and you’re very handsome but we just met tonight”

“ yeah but when you talk about not knowing your destiny, you already know mine. And my Destiny is with you tonight.” All the sudden, he pushes back his chair so fast, the chair actually falls over, he gets on his knees in front of you and pretends like his heart is pounding out of his chest. “ I couldn’t escape my destiny even if I wanted to surrender, just like Napoleon did to my love for you. How could you ever refuse because I feel like we win when we lose!” You are a laughing mess . You pull him up by his ear, and just start to dance a little crazy to the music that’s playing in the background.

“ Okay Sirius, why not after dinner we can go have some fun!”

Although you had fun with Sirius, you knew Paris wasn’t where you were meant to be. So you left him a note and some cash for the hotel room and quickly snuck out. You went back to your room and packed as fast as you could, you could’ve sworn you saw that the ferry schedule had ten minutes until it left. You don’t think you’ve ever run that fast in your entire life. Getting to the dock was easy, getting on the actual fairy was the hard part. Because the fairy was going to another country you had to go through customs. And the guy at customs was heckling you over how your hair grew out. Eventually he let you pass and you were running with everything in your hand. Some of your stuff is even falling out of your suitcase. Yet, the fairy still left without you. “ Wait, it’s not too late to turn around. My destiny is on that island!” All of a sudden you feel a top on your shoulder and turn around to see the handsomest dorkiest guy you can imagine. He had curly brown hair on top of his head, the cutest roundest glasses and an outfit that screamed rich sailor guy.

“ If I follow you around long enough, I’ll eventually have a whole new wardrobe,” you look to see what he’s talking about to see him, holding a good amount of your clothes and holding your bikini top up to his chest.

“ I don’t really think that's your style but you’re welcome to try it on.” he laughs and jumps on the boat right next to the dock. “ don’t worry, the next fairy wall will come tomorrow.”

The boat he’s on seems nice enough to be able to make it to the island you want to go to. Normally, you wouldn’t ask him if he could take you, but you swear something in the Island is calling to you and you’re gonna find out what it is. So in the softest and nicest telling you can manage, you simply ask him “ well what if I didn’t have to wait until tomorrow what if there is this boy-“

“ That's tall with glasses and handsome, who has 3 days until his sailing tournament?”

“ what if there’s this boy that is reasonably attractive with his boat, all to himself?”

“ oh, this boat isn’t actually mine. I was just trying to impress you.” Shoulders, dropping, and eyes to the sky. You take a deep breath and try to figure out your next moves. “ I’m just kidding, the boat is mine. Hop on. I’m James.” Laughing with relief and disbelief. You hop on the boat and hope for the best. He talks you through everything that he’s doing while he’s preparing the boat to set sail. When you’re out far enough, he leads you inside the boat where you’ll be staying. “ There's two beds, my lady. But as you can see, one of them is completely full, so it looks like we’ll be sharing.” The bed is simply full with a bunch of pools, Floaties you roll your eyes at him.

“ How convenient.” You say over your shoulder as you head back up the stairs. Unfortunately he wasn’t done talking yet.

“ You have one of those smiles that makes the rest of the world smile too. Luckily, the trip isn’t long enough so when you leave my boat, my fragile heart won’t be shattered.” he says, clutching his heart. Try not to laugh when you grab on the pole and swing around.

“ OK OK I get it now you’re one of them.”

“ one of who?”

“ one of those boys that falls in love so easily in the evening, just to fall out of it just as quickly in the morning. As you’re leaving you tell her it’s not her it’s you. You’re in too much pain for her to handle.” He is about to reply when you both hear a call for help. Looking around you see a man on a small boat and get closer.

“Please help me, my engine died and I have to get to my beautiful love! She’s waiting on the mainland for me. I have to get to her before her family marries her off to some rich old guy! Please please find it in your heart to help, I love her with all my heart and don’t want to be without her!”

One look at James and the both of you say at the same time “ of course we will help!” Reuniting him with his bride was beautiful. You pulled up to the mainland and he jumped on the boat right away screaming for his love. Unfortunately, it’s clear he didn’t know how to swim so you and James translated for him screaming to his bride that was about to get in the car on the way to the wedding about how much he loves her and wants to spend the rest of his life with her. Next thing, the two of you notice is the girl in a wedding dress, jumping into the ocean swimming to her love. The both of you are so high on love you decide to go ahead and share the bed and share some love while you're at it.

It took a total of three days to get to the island, James drops you off at the dock worrying about you. “ Are you sure you’re gonna be OK? Do you need anything? I’ll be back here in three weeks after the tournament. Be careful. I swear there’s a storm coming.”

“ James stop, I'll be fine. It's wonderful here, just look at the green hills, the water, the rocks, and the history of the place. And what do you mean there’s a storm coming it’s clear skies it's a wonderful day!” After this you start to walk into the island. Turning around you give James one last look and blow him a goodbye kiss, and then you turn around and start your next adventure.

Wandering the island was fun, there was so much history here. In your adventures you stumbled upon this beautiful hotel. It was a little rundown, but you can see the future that it holds. The rain came out of nowhere. Turns out James was right and it’s a bad storm drenching you from head to toe. There’s a thudding sound coming from the other side of the building, carefully you make your way in to go see what it was. It turns out it was a horse tied to a string. It must have gotten spooked because of the storm. It was up on its hind legs. Overall it looked frightening not for you, but for the horse. Clearly the horse was in distress and you were on your way to help them. All of a sudden they kick the support beam, and the roof comes crashing in separating you from them. You did the only thing you can think of, you ran to go find some help. Running along the path, your shoes getting stuck in the mud said mud also getting kicked up onto your legs. Your hair is slicked down your back. You finally stumble upon someone driving a moped. You’re frantically asking for help. “ please please I need help. He’s so frightened and scared and I can’t get to him.”

“ Who is scared? What can I do to help you? hop on and tell me where to go?” Not even knowing your name, and not even knowing his name you go to help the horse. Between the two of you, the stranger talking to him and you getting a hold of the reins the horse finally calms down. You don’t feel like leaving him so you plan to stay in the barn-like structure with the horse all night. “ Do you need me to stay, I don't mind, I'm Remus, what's your name?”

“I’m y/n and if you’re sure you don’t mind I’m sure me and shadow that’s what I’m gonna name him wouldn’t mind the company. The storm doesn’t look like it’s gonna slow down anytime soon.” The two of you stay up talking and make sure Shadow is feeling better. Eventually you both fall asleep against shadow seeing as shadow ends up laying down with you. Waking up, you thought the stranger would be gone and it would be just you and shadow. However, you were pleasantly surprised when Remus was still there. “ Good morning Remus, I'm going to explore the town today. Can I invite you along to get you? I think I owe you breakfast?” you grab his hand and pull him out to his moped and let him lead the way.

Remus decides to show you around some of the shops before you decide to pick a place for breakfast. The both of you sit down and talk about anything and everything you learn about how he’s running away from his life back on the mainland and he learns that you were running towards your life with no idea of where it’s going. He says he has a week left, but he doesn’t seem excited to go back. After lunch, he takes you to walk around the island. Not sure how it’s possible but you’re already feeling like he could be it for you. So you tell him “ Remus I just want you to know that you’re gonna have to take it easy with me and take it slow. Let’s just let what happens happen and go from there okay?” This time he leads you back to his little shack and you spend the night together. In your head you were really thinking this is the most guys that you’ve slept with in this short of time. It hasn't even been a week yet you slept with three different guys? But you swear there’s something different about Remus and the way he looks at you, you know he feels it too.

In the morning he wakes you up and packs a picnic. He leads you to a boat and you both get on. You decide the time is now or never to tell him how you’re feeling. “ Remus I’m going to be honest with you and you might think I’m insanely crazy but I wasn’t kidding last night when I said I want to stay here forever. This is my home. This island is my destiny and I’m pretty sure you’re a part of that. I know you have your real life to get back to you in a week but maybe you do something crazy and you stay here.” he looks at you with something in his eyes that you can’t explain, but laughs

“I don’t think you’re crazy but I also don’t think it’s that easy.”

“ I’ll take that answer for now” you spend the entire day laughing and playing around on the small small island off the main island. Returning to his shack you both fall into bed together again.

In the morning, you wake up feeling open hearted, and as light as a butterfly. You know it’s only been a week but you can’t help it, your heart is open and ready to fall for Remus as soon as you let it. Deciding to go pick some oranges for breakfast you grab a sack and walk around the back to the orange tree(of course since no one was around you used your magic to get them. But no one needs to know that). When you come back, your open heart is about to get broken again, but you don’t know that. You get the orange and start looking for a knife to cut it with you open up one of his drawers. Instead of a knife you find a journal with a picture sticking out. In hindsight you should have been more focused on the fact that the picture was a moving one(stuff you know muggles don’t have) but instead all you can focus on is the breaking of your heart. They say that a picture is worth 1000 words and you’ve never understood that until now. You pick up his journal and take a closer look at the picture to see Remus, and a girl, what catches your eye the most is the engagement ring on her hand. You’ve seen enough you grab your bag, your journal, put your shoes on and run back to the rundown hotel. He does have the decency to chase you, but for the first time you don’t wanna listen to anything Remus has to say. But you entertain his pleas for you to listen. “ I’ll listen when you answer three questions. Are you engaged to that beautiful woman in the picture?”

“Yes.”

“ Did you tell me that you were engaged?”

“ no.”

“ did you seriously think I would be OK with it?”

“Y/n please just listen”

“ I’ve done enough listening leave now”

He storms out as you storm up the stairs. When he left you explored a bit more and found a little spot outside where you can cry. Well, it’s only been a week but like you said you felt an incredible connection with him and now your hearts shattered. When you look up from the ground, you see him boarding a boat. The both of you hold eye contact until he’s too far away for you to see anymore. And with him your heart goes too.

The water is splashing on the dock while you wait for Lily and mary. You wrote to them to come out and visit. You had some important news. Unfortunately the important news is you are pregnant. All that is going through your head is how you will be doing this all on your own AND you have no idea who the father is. It could be Sirius, James or Remus. However you have no way to contact any of them, so it looks like it will be just you. They get off the boat and run to give you the biggest hug. In reality it has been less than a month, but these girls you spent your entire life with and not seeing them for even a day was too much. Seeing them again just brings back so many memories, not to mention the feelings of magic. You have been immersed in the muggle world and have hardly used your magic at all. The last memory of your magic is that fateful day when your heart got broken. “Lily! Mary! Oh how much I have missed you. Let's go to the cafe I told you about. I have so much to tell you.”

“Where is the future professor you were telling us about, the handsome one named remus?? We are dying to meet him!”

“So um… turns out he was engaged. To another woman. And she was beautiful…” Lily grabs you and hugs you, all of a sudden you feel Mary's arms around you as well.

“We are so sorry sweetheart, well let us go check out the cafe and see what kind of wine this place has.” All three of you walk to the cafe, the older lady who runs the cafe being the sweet lady. She has already started to prepare your glass of wine. When you decline it Lily takes it no question but the older lady gives you a look. “So now that we are sitting down, please darling tell us everything that happened with professor boy!”

“I was cheated by him, so I did what I do best, made up my mind that it was going to end. Lily, Mary i dont think i will ever learn… He sets a fire within my soul. With just one look from him I can hear bells ringing, I forget everything but him. And now it is all gone. And that is not even the worst thing… I think I might be pregnant… and I have no clue who the father is.” This is the first time you have ever seen lily go speechless and may spit out wine.

“What do you mean” they both say at the same time… So for the rest of the evening you go and tell them about everything that has happened. They try to get you to leave and you were almost considering it, until Sophia, the older cafe owner, butts in the conversation.

“You know y/n you don't have to leave. That old hotel you are staying in, who do you think owns it? I do. Me. And you can stay there rent free if you fix it up. You'll have a roof over your head for you and your child.”

“Why would you do that Mrs. Sophia, you don't know me??”

“I judge a person's heart by how they treat animals, and that night in the storm you saved, hector my horse.”

“Oh… I named him Shadow, but Hector fits him more. I would love nothing more than to stay. Thank you so much Mrs. Sophia, I will not let you down!” running out of the cafe with lily and mary still trying to convince you to go back with them you run all the way to your new home. It's going to be a lot of work, you know this. But looking at the building you can envision your future here. You and your child's future.

August 1991

That brings you to where you are now… Sitting in front of three guys you believe you would never see again. You are not an angel by any means, but you are currently damning Albus to hell for doing this. If he would have just accepted the fact that you are not sending your daughter to Hogwarts and left you be, you would be fine. Secretly teaching her magic behind closed doors. You cannot get out of your head until Remus stands up.

“Well clearly something is going on. So Y/N would you please explain why we are all here?”

“Whoa you have no right to demand anything from me, you two timing cheaters! I need you all to leave, Now.” Storming out of the room you go to the room in which your daughter is blissfully unaware of what is going on and use magic to call Lily and Mary and get them here ASAP. Thankfully your private bedroom has a fireplace so they can floo powder over here now. Both of them rush to you yet you rush to the bathroom. You try to explain what is happening and going on but your words are muffled because you are currently hiding from your daughter. However with Lily and Mary fussing over you and you hiding from her she was able to sneak out and explore with her wand. You have been teaching her Lumos and that is why currently she is dancing through the hallways with her wand alight from one end. Luckily she doesn't get far but she does go where you were hoping she would never go, in the same room as her three possible dads.

She is at that age where she knows she is different from her peers. Her friends have dads and she doesn’t. She is open minded and she is open mouthed. So she takes it upon herself to ask every man/boy she sees if they are her father. That’s made for some very interesting shopping trips. So what does her brain tell her to do when she sees three guys her moms age sitting in a room? “Are one of you my dad?” This makes them all chuckle.

“We are not sure, sweetheart. Why don't you go ask your mom.” James didn't mean to sound so scared, but he has never been asked a question like that. Once she is gone he pulls out the letter he got form dumbledore and reads it aloud while the other two boys follow along on their letters. “Dear James, It is imperative to the future of the wizarding community you fly to the island listed below and change y/n’s mind. Again this is imperative to everyone's future. Signed Albus and Minerva.” They all got the same letter, the only thing that was different was their names. None of them knew what was going on, but any chance to see y/n again was one they were going to take. But the question was on all of their minds, how did the others know y/n? They never mentioned anything about her. James is the first to speak, “so, clearly we all know y/n, but how? I mean I know how I know her, but what about you two?”

Sirius never lost his attitude or his long hair, “I spent one day with her in France when I was first taking over the French hotel for dad, it was the summer of 1980.”

“Whoa no way. I spent three days with a y/n when taking her to this island… she needed a boat and it was right before my sailing tournament that summer… So you are saying we slept with the same girl in the same summer? What about you remus? How do you know her? She seemed pissed at you?” James basically yells.

“I don't want to talk about it. I'm not sure what is going on. But clearly she doesn't want me here. So I think I am going to leave.” Remus says dejectedly. He truly doesn't want to leave, what you don't know is after he left, he came back looking for you. But he couldn't find you. He turns to leave to see a very angry looking red head girl.

“Hello you three doofuses. I am Lily, y/n best friend. Now can you explain what on earth you are doing here, before you make me use an unforgivable curse?”

James goes as red as her hair and holds his hands up. “Whoa we got these letters and came because it seemed important!” He shoves the letter in her direction while trying to smirk at her. It was not working. She was too involved in who was breaking her best friend's heart and who sent her niece away upset because he was not nice to her. She snatched it out of his hand, pointed to the couch where all three men sat and turned to walk back out. Mary sits with y/d/n while lily is in the bathroom with you cleaning your tears and telling you everything is going to be okay.

You have been in your room with your daughter all day. Too afraid to go out, so thankfully Lily knows everything about running the hotel and was able to step in for you. However the need for food is too much so you leave the sanctuary your room provides. It’s dinner time, they should be gone just like you asked. Mary, Lily, you and y/d/n go down to the restaurant attached to the hotel. Your good mood is about to be shattered. Looking up from y/d/n you see all three boys sitting there laughing and joking with each other. Confused, you march right up to them, “What part of leave now do you not understand??”

“We are not leaving until you tell us what is going on.”

“Honestly none of it is your business. My family and I have been fine on our own and I don’t need you three coming in here and ruining everything. Any other questions or can I please go and enjoy dinner with my family?” They knew something was going on, but they didn't know what… Why does Dumbledore need them here? How does he even know about y/n. Clearly y/d/n has magic, but do you? With more questions than answers they just simply eat dinner and catch up. Once dinner was finished Remus reflected on everything James is a writer in the muggle world and wizard world, and Sirius is now CEO of his dads company. They all have their lives in and out of magic. But something they do know is your daughter has magic and this hotel was restored with magic. They can feel the magic running through the walls. But that begs the question as to who has the magic? You or someone else. What is the possibility of someone else having the magic then you having a magic daughter. The more he thinks about it the more certain they are that you have magic.

The next day y/d/n was exploring the island, you know it’s not dangerous and everyone here loves you and your daughter. So you know it’s safe for her to wander around. She goes down to the dock to watch the fish. What she sees however is a MASSIVE boat(well massive to her) and starts to look at it! She then notices James and shyly walks up to him. He smiles at her, a lot less nervous than the first time he spoke with her. Seeing as she is an extension of you he treats her like family. They go swimming together and he lets her explore the boat while explaining what each part does.

Eventually she left James but she was not done. Her next stop was the little shop by the beach where they make yummy drinks for her. When she gets there she notices another one of the weird guys from the hotel. This is the one with black long hair. She climbs on the stool next to him and waves at the girl working at the shop and smiles when she sees her begin to make her favorite drink. Without thinking she grabs the guys hair and whispers pretty. He normally doesn’t let people touch his hair, but when she is looking at him with the puppy dog eyes that look just like yours he can’t help it. That’s how they spend time until dinner. Doing each others hair, she learns his name is Sirius but calls him Siri. For a boy he is really good at doing hair, she thinks. When the clock hits 5:30pm she knew she had to rush home so you didn’t lose your mind.

However when she got back to the hotel, she didn’t just go right inside. She went to her favorite place, the garden with the little bench she reads at. When she got there she realized someone was already there. One of those three guys was also here! What an adventure she had today. The first day that three random people were here on her island she got to meet all of them. She does what she does best and goes up to him and asks him what he is reading. Now Remus is the smartest one. He had a feeling once he got the letter from Dumbledore that he had a kid and that’s what the whole thing was about. Remus wanted to step up and be the father he couldn’t be. He showed her his wand and was sneakily asking questions like, “does mom have a wand? Who teaches you?” Once she answered his suspensions were right. You did have magic. And you are the one that has been teaching her. During their little hangout he taught her how to plant and grow a tree! However she had to go because she heard you calling for her and telling her dinner was ready. With one more hug to Remus she runs off to find a you.

At dinner she tells you all about her adventures with James, Sirius, and Remus. As any good mother would do, you scold her for playing with strangers, she knows who she can and cannot hang out with. However what catches your ear is when she said she was growing trees with Remus. Now like any sane person would you immediately think of planting seeds, but then she shows you the orange she picked from the tree they grew together. If you were a muggle you might have brushed it off as a child's imagination. But you know magic when you see it. This means that at least Remus has magic, now that you are thinking about it you remember the picture of him and his fiance moving much like a picture from the wizarding world. After dinner you plan to track him down and confront him.

y/d/n is in her room with aunt mary and lily having a girls night while you are in search of answers. Not knowing where he was or what he was doing you think back. First you check the stables where you spent your first night together, he wasn't there. Then you try his old shack, which is run down and falling apart, he was not there. Your last hope was the little part of the beach where the entire week he was here yall would spend time together at. Making your way down there you can see him from afar. You take a moment to prepare yourself. In all honesty you never stopped loving him. Even though it was a week, that week was the only time you felt alive until your daughter was born. Shaking your head to rid yourself of those thoughts you make your way down to get some answers.

Being a bit dramatic the first thing you do is pull out your wand and aim it at him. While he puts his hands up he does not look frightened. But the fact that he put his hands up and didn't laugh at you means your thoughts were true. He must be a wizard. Never one to beat around the bush you ask, “are you a wizard?” he just nods and shrugs his shoulders. “How come you never told me??”

“Well to be fair you never told me either.” he says while pointing to your wand, “plus if you weren't a wizard imagine how crazy I would have sounded.”

“That's true but still.” you give him a look and start laughing with him like old times before your heart was broken. All of a sudden you stop and get serious, “why are you here remus? And not just in this spot but on the island?”

“I put it together and I figured it out. The only question is who huh? Who is the dad? Me, James, or Sirius?”

“I don't know nor do I care. y/d/n and I have been fine all our lives and we will continue to be fine. How come you are not back on the midland with your family. I am sure that the beautiful woman you call a wife did not appreciate you dropping everything to come here.”

Remus thought it was now or never to tell you the full truth. “y/n you don't know this, but I came back. I came back for you. But they told me you already left and moved on. So I did the only rational thing. I went back. Got married. Was teaching at a muggle college. But we soon found out that my heart was not in the marriage. My heart belonged to a different girl. The marriage was a lie neither of us wanted to live anymore. So I have been alone for a good while and I went back to muggle school to become a teacher for high school students. I have nothing. I know you can't forgive me but I would love nothing more than to stay here with you. I can teach y/d/n magic and normal school stuff. I can help you with the hotel. Please just don't make me leave. I brought everything I own hoping you would at least let me stay.” He takes a deep breath and looks at you with eyes that rival your daughters in the puppy dog look.

That conversation between the two of you went well into the morning. You talked about anything and everything, what you have been doing in those 11 years apart from what to do with y/d/n and her dad. How he would love to step in as her dad, but also gets it if you don't want that. And talking about what to do with the other two guys.

In the morning you both made your way back to the hotel and saw James and Sirius in the cafe for breakfast. Looking at each other you think it's now or never. Together hand in hand you make your way over to them. Sitting down and explaining the situation went a lot smoother because you had Remus. It has been less than a week since he has been here back in your life but already you feel the effects he has on you. James and Sirius are shocked but spoke in all honesty they are not ready to be full time fathers. So while Remus took over the father figure they took up the roles of uncles.

Years later Albus Dumbelore got a letter for him and Minerva. He noticed the sender and immediately ripped it open. What he found inside made him smile and call Minerva into his office. Together they read: we are pleased to invite you to the wedding of y/n y/l/n and Remus Lupin. Below in what can only be your handwriting they read: without your meddling we would not be here. So of course you have an invite to the wedding. We hope to see you there.

Thank you so much to @whoahoney and @maddipoof y’all are the best and I cannot thank you enough for all the encouragement and support(lord knows I need it)

A/n please be kind im still working at getting better 💕

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Flyboy, Jake Seresin, @kryptonitejelly This friends to lovers fic is just *chef’s kiss*. Jake is just so swoon worthy in this fic that everytime I reread it, I get just a little bit upset that he’s not real.

From The Ashes, Jake Seresin x Natasha Trace, @myshipsaresunk This Hannix rock star au will put you through the emotional ringer but it will be so worth it! I was lucky enough to beta read this one as it was being written and the endings of some of the chapters had me literally shouting at my computer screen due to some of the characters’ life choices.

Je te Laisserai Des Mots, Bradley Bradshaw, @jupitercomet This is an arranged marriage au but it’s also what I would call a period piece au. The writer says she was heavily inspired by Greta Gerwig’s Little Women but it also gives off some regency era vibes as well. Whatever era it’s supposed to be, this fic is another one that I wish never ended because I would love to stay in the world forever.

Mamma Mia, Bob Floyd/Jake Seresin/Bradley Bradshaw, @perpetuelledaydreaming Take the plot of Mamma Mia, set it in the world of Top Gun, and you have this absolutely amazing fic! And I love how it’s tied into TGM by having the reader run into all three of them again when they’re back at Top Gun for the special detachment.

My Girl, Jake Seresin, @ereardon This fic just hits all of the right spots for me when it comes to the single dad trope. And it’s also one of those fics that I wish just never ended because I just adore this little family.

Oh, Baby, Jake Seresin, @seresinhangmanjake This is the first in a super sweet series and the emotions that come through this one had me tearing up a few times the first time I read it.

Sugar and Spice, Jake Seresin, @wombtotombx This is a fantastic fic and the way SB describes things makes you feel like you’re right there in the fic with the characters. And with how knowledgeable she is when it comes to all things Navy, there are a ton of little things in this fic that just give it that extra touch. She also has a really fantastic dad!Jake series that I highly recommend!

That's a Problem?, Bradley Bradshaw, @archivallyfound09 Another super sweet fic that does the single parent trope well! Bug and his love of his ‘Ooster and Dino snacks will absolutely melt your heart!

the echo (or the answer), Jake Seresin, @anniesocsandgeneralstore I still can’t believe that I almost skipped over this werewolf au when if first showed up on my dash but I am so glad I decided to give it a go. It quickly became one of my favorites and I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve read it.

The Princess and The Pilot, Jake Seresin, @perfectprettypisces I am a sucker for a good ‘dating the admiral’s daughter’ fic, especially when said daughter is the only girl with over protective brothers and this one ticks both of those boxes! And the sibling dynamics in this are top notch and very believable!

Creator's Own I Heard From The Heavens, Bradley Bradshaw Not only was this the very first Top Gun fic I ever wrote, but it was the first fic I had written in six years when I posted it last year. It’s also very personal to me. One of my younger brothers is a fighter pilot in the Air Force and while I am incredibly proud of him, I still can’t help but worry about him as an older sister is wont to do so this fic was me channeling those worries and fears I sometimes have in regards to my brother.

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Slipping Through My Fingers

Happy Mother’s Day! In honor of all of the amazing moms out there, I’m posting a fic with Natasha, who we all know would’ve been a great mom if she was given the chance! Love you, moms!

Warnings: all Russian words are from google translate, mentions of parties, slight cursing, sneaking out, mentions of robot attacks, hospitalization, mentioned car accidents, adopted reader (not said but implied cause of everything that happened to Nat), mentions of fighting, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x daughter reader

*not my gif*

Summary: Growing up is hard, especially when seen through the mothers prospective

A/N: I think this might have been my favorite thing that I’ve written so far- it was so much fun to make

Inspired by: Slipping Through My Fingers by the mamma mia cast

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

School bag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning

“Mama! Mama!” Five year old you chanted as you ran around the SHIELD safe house that you and your adopted mother were currently living in.

Natasha walked out of the kitchen with a smile, bending down to your height, “What is it, Младенец?”

(Baby)

You looked up at her with a wide grin, “I’m going to school today!”

The older woman chuckled before scooping you up into her arms and walking back to the kitchen, “I know, Маленький человек, I’m the one who signed you up.”

(Little one)

Your mouth dropped into an ‘oh’ shape as you looked up at her with wide eyes, “You’re amazing!”

She smiled softly, booping your nose, “No, Младенец, that’s you.”

(Baby)

Natasha gently put you down on the counter and went to the fridge to grab your lunch box that had flowers printed on it, “Here you go. This is for your lunch.”

You nodded excitedly, quickly grabbing it from your mothers hands and hopped off the counter, “I’m going to get my backpack!” You called, running and exiting the room.

She chuckled again, watching her five year old leave with an adoring smile.

Waving goodbye with an absent minded smile

“Y/n!” Natasha called up the stairs, “He’s here!”

The sound of your tiny feet thudding on the ground and practically hurtling down the stairs were heard, causing the two people in the living room to chuckle.

“Uncle Steve!” You squealed, barreling yourself at the blond super soldier and hugging him.

He laughed lightly, not even a little phased by the force of the seven year old and quickly hugged you back, “Hey there.”

Nat smiled at the scene in front of her before clearing her throat slightly, “Okay, Малыш, it’s time for me to go.”

(Kiddo)

You gave her a small smile and wave, already diving into a conversation with your uncle about your most recent piece of art that you brought home, a small house with the sun in a corner.

The red headed lady smiled again before carefully and quietly slipping out of the door to go to work.

I watch her go with a surge of that well known sadness

“Are you sure you have everything?” Your mother asked you for the thousandth time.

“Да, мама, да.” You said with a slightly annoyed sigh.

(Yes, mom, yes)

She huffed slightly, “I’m just making sure.”

You sighed again, “I know, mama, I’m sorry.” You pulled her into an unexpected, but not unwelcomed, hug.

She hugged you back tightly, holding you until you loosened your grip slightly, letting her know that you were going to let go.

She held you at arms length and looked you in the eyes, “You remember what I taught you?”

You groaned, pushing her hands off your shoulders lightly, “Mom, I’m not going to need to fight anybody.”

Natasha put her hands up in surrender, “I'm just saying, you never know.” But the thought made her extremely nervous and feel sick to her stomach.

Now you looked her straight in the eye, “Mom, I'm going on an overnight school field trip with other thirteen year olds. It’s not like going to hang out with Uncle Tony for the weekend and get attacked by robots again.”

That was the main reason you weren’t allowed to be left alone with one of your uncles anymore.

She rolled her eyes childishly and crossed her arms with the same amount of energy, “I know that.”

You sighed yet again, bringing her back into a hug, “I’ll be back soon, mama.”

Natasha suddenly got a sense of deja vu, because she used to say the exact same thing to you whenever she would go on missions when you were younger.

With that, you turned on your heel and met up with your friends, climbing onto the bus that would bring you to your field trip destination.

The older woman felt a pang of sadness as she watched you walk away, back facing her.

And I have to sit down for a while

Natasha sat on a chair in a white room with her head in her hands, painfully aware of the colorless atmosphere.

The steady beeping coming from the machine next to her was the only thing keeping her sane in that moment, it was the only thing letting her know that you were still alive.

You were only fourteen, this shouldn’t be happening to you. You should be out at the mall with your friends right now, spending more money than your mother told you to and eating way too much junk food.

You should not be in a hospital bed, barely hanging onto life.

“Mama?”

Natasha had lost track of how long she had been there, two-three- six-days?

However long it was, she hadn’t gotten a single wink of sleep in that full time.

Your voice was hoarse and scratchy from the lack of use.

Her head snapped up and she was immediately by your side, kissing your face and bringing you into a gentle hug, “О, дорогая,” She rushed once she pulled away, “I’m so sorry.”

(Oh, honey)

“Why?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

A single tear ran down her face, “I should never have let you get into that car. I should’ve known that someone would hit you-“

“Mama.” You cut her off as sternly as you could in your current state, “You could never have known. It’s not your fault.”

And with that, you fell back asleep and Natasha collapsed back into her chair.

The feeling that I’m losing her forever

Natasha let out another frustrated breath, checking her phone for what felt like the thousandth time in the last two minutes.

She had been about to go to bed and decided to go check on you like she would every once and a while.

When she had gotten into your room though, you were nowhere to be seen, and your window that was always locked, was unlocked, indicating that you had snuck out and left it open so you could hopefully climb back inside soundlessly.

After leaving at least one hundred voice mails and even more text messages, she was finally getting to the point where she was about to call the team, but then you climbed right back through your window just as the thought was crossing her mind.

Your eyes widened seeing your mother pacing your room, clearly not having been expecting her to be there.

You had turned your phone off, so you hadn’t seen or gotten any of her many, many messages.

You had snuck out a few times already, every fifteen year old does it, and each time you got in and out without her noticing.

You watched as she stopped pacing as soon as her eyes landed on you, and tried to mentally prepare yourself for what was to come.

“Where the hell have you been?” She seethed, marching up to you with the most deadly look you had ever seen her wear.

You rolled your eyes, “Out.”

You brushed right past her, ignoring the appalled look on her face.

“Out?” She hissed, “I have tried to contact you a thousand times, and all you have to say is, ‘out’?”

You shrugged, beginning to discard of your shoes, “Yeah, I guess.”

Your mother shook her head in disbelief, “Well you better have been saving an old lady’s cat from a tree because ‘out’ is not going to cut it.”

“What is the big deal?” You exploded, twisting around to face her, “Everybody does it!”

“I don’t care what everybody does!” She screamed back, “I only care what you do!”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, “Whatever.” And then sulked out of the room, slamming your door behind you.

Natasha continued to stare at the spot you had just been seconds.

Where had she gone wrong?

And without really entering her world

Your mother reached up her hand and gently knocked on your door, waiting a couple of seconds before entering when she heard no shout of protest.

Her eyes landed on you, hunched over your desk, doing what she could only assume to be homework.

“Hey, Милая.” She greeted, after a moment's hesitation.

(Sweetie)

She watched as you scowled, not looking up as you continued to write on your paper, and sighed.

“Listen, n/n, maybe we should talk.” The redhead tried, leaning against the doorframe.

You slammed your hands on your desk, whipping around in your chair to glare harshly at her, “About what? The fact that you grounded me for sneaking out? For wanting to actually have fun with my life? Do you even blame me?”

Natasha stayed silent through your little rant, lips pursed together tightly, “I just didn’t know where you were. If you had just asked me-“

You cut her off, standing up abruptly, “You would have what? Actually let me go?” You scoffed, “We both know that you would never have let me go to that party.” When she didn’t respond you rolled your eyes and let out a humorless laugh, “Typical.”

And with that, you stormed out of your room just as you had done two days prior.

I’m glad whenever I can share her laughter

“Oh, come on.” Natasha groaned, handing over her nine of diamonds.

You grinned, accepting the card, “Why does it always seem like I win at this game?” You paused for a moment, pretending to think, before smiling again, “Oh, yeah! It’s because I always do!”

Your mother rolled her eyes and playfully mumbled, “Потому что ты маленький мошенник.”

(Because you’re a little cheater)

You fake gasped, placing a hand over your chest, “How dare you accuse your own daughter of cheating! I would never!”

“You used to cheat all the time!” Your mother insisted in amusement.

“Yeah well, I’m a mature sixteen year old.” You struck a silly pose, “Besides, I think I hear some jealousy in your voice.” You teased.

“Oh please,” she put her cards face found and leaned back, crossing her arms, “As if I’m jealous of my daughter cheating at a silly children’s game such as go fish.”

“Jealousy.” You said in a sing-song voice, laughing as you dodged the pillow your mother had thrown at you.

And pretty soon, the sound of your laughter was met with your mothers own as well.

That funny little girl

“Mama!” You called from the kitchen.

“Hmm?” She hummed back from the living room.

You giggled a little, trying to silence your laughter, “Come here!”

“Why?” She asked in slight suspicion.

“Please!” You begged like someone who was most definitely not sixteen.

She huffed, rolling her eyes slightly and making her way to the room that you were in.

“What is it-“ She cut herself off and came to a sudden halt when she caught a look at the sight in front of her.

You were up on the counter, doing a split handstand and a stack of pancakes stacked on each of your feet.

Your giggles finally slipped out and you tried not to let them throw you off balance.

Natasha gaped at you for a moment, “What are you- how did- huh?”

“I’m doing a pancake handstand!” You said between laughs as your mother continued looking at you in a mixture of expressions.

Slipping through my fingers all the time

“Okay,” you announced, entering the room with arms full of all sorts of stuff, “I have the treasure.”

Natasha looked up at you in amusement, “I told you, I’m fine.”

You shook your head stubbornly, “You are most certainly not fine! You broke your arm, mom.”

“I’ve broken it before, it’s okay.” She insisted, gesturing to her unnecessary- in her mind- sling.

You shushed her, “Just let it happen.”

You quickly plopped down next to her on the couch, handing her pillows and blankets, as well as all sorts of junk food.

Using the remote, you quickly flipped to the show that the two of you had begun watching together a couple weeks ago and pressed play.

After a couple of episodes, you were resting your head against your mothers uninjured arm with your eyelids drooping.

She looked down at you with soft features, kissing the crown of your head, “Thank you for this, sweetie.”

You hummed in return, before falling into a peaceful slumber.

I try to capture every minute, the feeling in it

“-and then she told me that she actually didn’t buy it at all!” You finished dramatically.

Natasha gasped, “She didn’t?”

You shook your head and Natasha breathed out in disbelief at the drama her daughter had just provided to her about what’s going on in the seventeen year olds school right now.

You both took a sip of your coffees as you looked around the small cafe that the two of you were sitting in.

It had been a half day for you and Natasha wasn’t away on a mission at the moment so she could be there with you and decided that the two of you would have a mother-daughter afternoon together.

“Come here.” She said, quickly reaching and taking her phone out, wrapping her arm around you and bringing you closer to her as she snapped a selfie of the two of you, both with huge, genuine grins upon your faces.

“Oh! Guess what else!” You immediately dove right back in to talk about who lied to who and all Natasha could do was look at you with a smile.

She wished she could freeze this moment in time forever.

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Your eyes were dropping with your head resting in your hand.

Your head rocked up and down, and back and forth, gently until your hand finally gave away and your head smacked right onto your kitchen table.

Natasha came sprinting into the room at the sudden loud sound, ready to fight off anyone who dared come near you, only to find you groaning and holding your nose.

She chuckled a little, “Still tired from studying all last night?” You nodded, groaning again. “Come on, honey.”

She walked over to you and gently grabbed your arm and began to lead you up the stairs, allowing you to lean on her for support.

Walking into your room, she quickly flicked on the lights and allowed you to lay down on your bed, tucking the covers around you as your eyes were already closed.

Just before she was going to walk out of the room, you mumbled, “Я люблю тебя, мама.”

(I love you, mama)

“I love you too, baby girl.”

And with that, she flicked off the lights and quietly exited your room.

Do I really see what’s in her mind, each time I think I’m close to knowing

“Why do you do this to me?” Natasha asked with a groan.

You shrugged, sporting a large grin on your face, “I thought you liked surprises.”

She glared at you, “You know that I don’t.”

You pretended to stop and think, “Really? After the thousands of times that you told me, I thought you were joking.”

She rolled her eyes, “Haha, very funny.”

The grin never left your face, “I think so.”

“Come on.” The older woman whined childishly, “Where are we going?”

Finally fed up with your mothers pestering, you let out a huff of annoyance and rolled your eyes, “You’ll see when we get there.”

Now that you were finally able to drive, you had wanted one of the first things that you did was take your mother to a surprise location, but of course you didn’t take into account, or just didn’t care, that the ex assassin did not like surprises.

Finally, you pulled into your destination, your grin magically reappearing as your mother looked the unknown area around in confusion, “What is this?” She turned to you, “Are you going to kill me now?” She asked, only half joking.

You shrugged, getting out of the car and beginning to walk away before you disappeared around a corner.

Natasha furrowed her eyebrows and quickly got out and jogged after you.

As soon as she rounded the corner, a chorus of voices yelled out, “Surprise!”

The woman jumped, getting into a fighting stance quickly before scanning her surroundings and realized that it was her team and daughter standing in a park next to ‘Happy Birthday’ balloons and a table with cake.

Natasha’s mouth dropped open in shock as you quickly rushed over and gave her a huge hug once her hands released their tight fists, “С днем рождения, мама.”

(Happy birthday, mama)

“Wh-how did-“ Nat stuttered, she didn’t think that anyone had remembered her birthday because she hated making a big deal out of it.

“Y/n organized all of this.” Bruce answered her unasked question.

She looked down at you in surprise, “You did?”

You nodded a little, looking up at her with a grin and she kissed the top of your head.

“Thank you, Мед.” She said softly so only you could hear.

(Honey)

“Okay,” Tony interrupted your moment, rubbing his hands together, “Cut the chit chat and let’s eat cake.”

Everyone laughed.

She keeps on growing

With a deep breath, Natasha stepped out of the car, following what you had done just seconds ago, and joined you on the sidewalk.

She watched as you looked over at all of the people and buildings with fear in your eyes.

“Hey,” She said in a soft voice, nudging you gently, “You finally made it.”

You looked over at her with tears in your eyes, “О, мама.” You sobbed, leaping into your mothers arms.

(Oh mama)

She shushed you softly, stroking your hair like she did when you were little, “It’s okay, you’re okay.” Though it seemed like she was trying to convince you of that, she was really just trying to convince herself of it.

“I-I can’t-“

“Yes,” She cut off your self doubt, “Ты можешь это сделать. I have so much faith in you, Малыш один.”

(You can do this) (Little one)

“But it’s college, I’m- I’m not ready for college!” You exclaimed, still holding your mother tightly.

She pulled away holding you at arms length with a small, ready smile on her face, “Yes, yes you are. You are ready for this.”

You hiccuped, “How do you know?”

“Because I know you.” She shook your arms a little, “And I know how amazing you are and how you can do anything that you set your mind to.”

You pulled away, smiling slightly, “Спасибо, мама.”

(Thank you, mom)

She barely managed a nod as she watched you pick up your bags and take a deep breath, sparing one more long glance at your mother, before walking away.

She watched you go with tears in her eyes.

Slipping through my fingers all the time

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