~Lahazy Writings~

Pt. 2!!!

Kinda fluffy, no smut, but I'm almost done with the final chapter and yes it's smutty. Hehe enjoy and see you in a bit for the finale!

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It had been a couple days since your night with the rather touch starved Mandalorian. You had completely fixed the cryochamber of the Razor Crest and Din would be back on a mission soon. The New Republic always had jobs for him now.

You hiss as you pull your hand away from another ship's control models. The zap of electricity left your fingers buzzing. You were quick to put the tip of your finger in your mouth to try and ease the pain.

The sound of the ship's side door creaking drew your attention. You look to see your favorite Mandalorian without his green fledgling. You irk an eyebrow at him confused as to why he's here.

"What's going on Mando, miss me already?" You say with a slight chuckle. The two of you agreed that you should only use his real name in private.

Din walks over to you quietly and takes your hand. He brings it close to his visor observing where you were zapped.

"Are you okay?" He asked his modulated voice letting through a bit of worry.

"Of course I am." You move your hand to intertwine it between Din's gloved digits. Giving it a slight squeeze. "I'm not that fragile."

His helmet slightly tips down to your hands and then back up to gaze at your face. "We need to talk cyare." His voice was back to its normal more serious tone.

"Oh? Did I do something...?" Your voice trails off quietly as you try to pull your hand apart from his. However, Din held you firmly, keeping you from letting go. You look at him a little annoyed at the mixed signals. "I-"

You were cut off by Din quickly letting go of your hand upon the notice of someone else boarding the ship. You give him a small smile before quickly moving past him to meet your current customer.

Kenth Felian was a new cargo runner for your small town and his ship had recently needed some tune ups. Even though he was new to town, he wasted no time trying to get "familiar" with all ladies. You included. He was never aggressive after you shot him down, but his lack of ability to take a hint will always be bothersome.

"Hey Kenth, I was just about to get you. You're ships all ready for your next job." You say.

Kenth smiles back and looks around his ship, his hands on his hips. He takes a step closer to you, to which you respond with a slight step back. You look around back to where you were chatting with Din, and noticed the Mandalorian had disappeared. You could still feel his gaze on you, watching from the shadows. Surprisingly, you were growing accustomed to his hunter like gaze, watching over you like you were his next bounty. Kenth called your name, his tone slightly annoyed.

"Distracted much? We're you able to figure out why my steering components weren't responding? I know I mentioned my ship not shifting into gear quite as smoothly as it used to."

You nod your head to show Kenth acknowledgement of his questions. You also fought back the urge to roll your eyes. He was a new customer yes, but he would come and check on your progress every day you had his ship like he didn't trust your work. If you were any richer, you would've told him to take his business elsewhere, but credits are credits.

"Yes I found frayed wires, couple loose screws, and I updated the module. It runs smooth now. As far as your shifting, you basically needed a transmission service." You dust off your hands and tap on the wall, the metallic noise bouncing off the walls. "She's all taken care of."

Kenth gave you a sly smile. "Perfect! As for payment, how does dinner and an amazing night afterwards sound? I promise it'll be worth it."

You roll your eyes at the comment. "No. I'll take the rest of the credits, thank you.".

You go to move past him, but Kenth is quick to grab your arm to hold you in place. You wince at his surprisingly strong grip. "Let go."

"I don't understand. Is there something wrong with me?"

"What? No, just let me go or else." You look down at your waist, hoping that you had a heavy tool that you could knock him upside the head with. Kenth tries to pull you closer.

"There just has to be something."

You look at Kenth with disgust and disbelief in your eyes. What is it with men and rejection. You were about to swing at the man when he was suddenly yelping in pain. You look gratefully at Din as he was twisting Kenth's arm around his back. Pinning it against him, freeing you from his grasp. You grimace slightly at the painful sight.

"Ow what the fuck." Kenth yelps as he's pushed against the wall of his own ship. "Fuck man I'm sorry."

Din doesn't say anything to him and instead pushes him back into the wall and stalks over to you. He puts his hand against the small of your back, turning you around, and leading you down the ship's ramp. You begin to look back over your should to see Kenth trying to get up and follow you both. Din is quick to unholster his blaster and fire a warning shot, right before his feet. You hold back a giggle at the protectiveness turning your gaze back on the Mandalorian.

"I didn't think you were the jealous type." You say a teasing smile playing on your lips.

"Do you often take on such chakaaryc scum, as clients?" Din asked annoyance and slight anger evident even through his helmet.

"Not often. Most end up with broken teeth or worse." You shrug your shoulders trying to play off the slight shakiness you felt from the event. You were strong and confident in your ability to defend yourself. It just doesn't get easier no matter how many times you have to actually do it.

Din responded with a gruff grunt as you both continued to your home.

You both arrived at your place fairly quickly, a sigh of relief left your mouth as you walked into your cozy abode. You left Din's side and pulled down the blinds of your windows. You had few, but you wanted to give Din more sense of security if possible. The Mandalorian had sat himself at your table and was watching your every move. That familiar of being stalked etching itself on your skin.

You tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear and sit at the table with him. Your hands found themselves in your lap as you subconsciously played with your thumbs.

"So, where's Grogu?" You asked, missing the mischievous fledgling.

"School." Din's response was quick. You were starting to get worried about this conversation. "I have a mission, it's further than usual so it may take longer for me to complete."

"Oh?" You were a little confused. Usually when Din was ready to leave, he'd come by the ship and have you check out his ship, then he'd be on his way. Your look must've caused Din to worry as he began to explain himself.

"I just thought- you might think-," he sighed and then started again. "I will be coming back."

You bit the inside of your cheek. Maker he was flustered, your opinions and thoughts were making him worried. It made your heart flutter.

"I can check out the Razor Crest later this afternoon." You went to get up but stopped. "You know, I'm aware of you right?"

The Mandalorian cocked his helmet to the side. "What do you mean?"

"I mean I know what you do, what you are, WHO you are." You lean your face in your hand and smile at him. "You don't have to be worried about me. I already know my Mandalorian's the best in the business."

You felt the cheesiness of the comment as soon as you said it, but it was worth the chuckle that came from Din's modulated helmet. He gave you a nod, and you both continued as normal. When it was time to leave, the addition of him placing the top of his helmet against your temple left you smiling. You touched the place where the cool feeling of beskar metal lingered. You couldn't wait till he got back.

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You definitely couldn't wait until Din got back. Currently, you were at the bar with your best friend Liza, whom was ordering you shots of something dangerous. She nudged you with her elbow.

"Stop looking so down, we're celebrating my engagement!" The shots are placed in front of us, Liza quickly thanks the bartender. "Besides it's only been a week and a half. Usually it at least takes 3 for this to happen." She places a shot in front of you.

Your raise an eyebrow at her. "You know we've celebrated your engagement at least once a month since he got down on both knees."

Liza gave you a playful glare while picking up the alcohol. You follow suit. "And we will keep celebrating until the wedding day. "

You chuckle, cheers, and down the drink with her. The two of you enjoy casual conversations about wedding prep, the shops profits, your night with mando, and just catching up. Your giggling was interrupted when a man cleared his throat very obnoxiously.

Liza gave you an annoyed glance as you both turned around to see Kenth and a couple other randoms behind him. You rolled your eyes and sat with your elbows propped up on the bar. Liza sat up with her legs crossed, a cutesy smile on her face. She was feigning innocence.

"To what do we owe the displeasure." You said disdain obvious in your tone.

"It's amazing that even while your Mandalorian is gone you still got a smart mouth on you." Kenth looked over his shoulders at the other men that were behind him. "What are you going to do without him to protect you?"

"I can still kick your ass. Mando or not." 

Kenth tsked at your comment.

There were three men right now in front of you, and off to your side you could see 1 or 2 lurking in the shadows, ready to jump in. You felt a little honored that Kenth thought that this many men would cause you to struggle. You lean over to the smiling Liza.

"Is your future hubby gonna mind if we trash his bar?" You whispered trying not to laugh. Liza responded by shaking her head, trying to contain herself to not look like a maniac.

"He's very quick to forgive me. Is your Mandalorian okay with... this?" Liza gestures to your relaxed stature and then pointed at the men just standing. You shrug.

"I haven't told him yet."

Liza chuckled and gave palmed at your response.

"You think this is a joke?" Kenth yelled, trying to sound threatening but you started ignoring his voice, getting tired of how it made your ears ring.

You swirl your drink in your cup some more before downing it in one swig. The alcohol burned your throat but you didn't care, you were about to get some relieve some stress. "I swear, I'll-"

"Alright!" You yell, cutting him off mid sentence. "Let's just get this over with." Your hand was quick to throw the glass directly into Kenth's face. It broke as soon as contact was made, causing several shards to dig into him. His screams filled the room. While Kenth held his face in pain, the other two men rushed towards you. Both Liza and you picked up the bar stools you were on and smashed them on the charging men.

You watched as Liza gleefully stepped on the man she just pummeled, spinning on her heels to avoid the other one barreling at her from the shadows. A yell coming towards you took your attention off the girl. You were quick to side step to avoid a tackle and punch the man square in the nose. Then your knee followed into his stomach sending him flying into a table. Your eyes scan the room looking for your friend. You see her finishing off the goon she was messing with by flipping him out of a window. You cringe as you watch him get launched. You were about to head over to her when Kenth runs at you with a blade in his hands. Your hands automatically go to your stomach ready to brace for the blow, but before Kenth can reach you, he falls to the ground.

You watch as his descent happens in slow motion. As Kenth goes down you see Din standing with his blaster, smoke barely coming out of it. Your feet felt glued to the ground in this moment. You look at the mess you had made of the bar and suddenly you know what shame is. You feel your ears grow warmer. You averted your eyes downward not wanting to look at Din. He hadn't seen this side of you yet, you could only hope that he favored a stronger woman, rather than a damsel in distress.

You felt a gentle push on your back, causing you to stumble. Liza stood by you with a shit eating grin, and gestured to look forward. You felt firm cold leather on your arms and looked up to see Din. You sheepishly muttered a hi to him. He nodded to acknowledge your words before scooping you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

A yelp of surprise came out of your mouth. "No. Mando put me down." He made you feel very light with how easily he was carrying you, but you felt like you were in slight danger. "Please"

Din didn't respond to your pleas to be let down, even though you were more than capable of walking on your own. Giving up was inevitable with how stubborn Din was being. All you could do is wait to reach your destination and hope to the maker your Mandalorian wasn't angry with you.

Din Djarin x Fem Reader(Smut)

First Din Djarin fic, please be gentle....

The format is a little weird because I copied and pasted it from my notes on my phone so sorry about that. If I get 20ish likes I'll make a part two. Thanks a bunch.

-----Minors DNI---

"I can fix it." You say pointing your thumb over your shoulder.

"Grogu here didn't do much damage to the main controls. However, your freezing chamber is gonna be out of commision for a minute." You walk over to the system you were discussing, the Mandalorian quick to follow you.

His steps were surprisingly quiet, it made you feel as if you were being hunted, which is probably on par with how he made his victims feel.

Elbowing a control panel open you show off the multitude of frayed wires, burnt lines, and the endless amount of red lights glowing to display errors.

"Looks like you might have to bring them in warm for a while." You say with a slight chuckle as you close the panel. "Or not at all."

Your slight smile died quickly as a modulated voice spoke. "That's not an option." He said moving closer to you, the height difference forcing you to look up. His demeanor was intimadating but threats don't make the job time go down. You rolled your eyes, slightly frustrated that you got dragged into this in the first place.

"Make it one." You argued, you rolled your shoulders and bent down to pick up some tools.

"How long?" The frustration in his voice even through his helmet was evident. Though, you weren't positive it was because of how long fixing the cryochamber would be. You hated that you found his voice hot. You knew whether it was modulated or not, the reaction would be the same.

"Couple of days." You shrug. "But I'm good with my hands Mando." You wave the fingers of one of your hands as if saying goodbye. A flirtatious tease that you didn't care if it was reciprocated or not.

As you walked away, Din was appreciative of his mask and armor. It made it easy to conceal how his body tensed at the thought of your using your hands on him.

You fully expected to see the Mandalorian following you, but he instead walked off the ship. Brave, you could easily fix his ship and steal both it and his kid.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the child, who was much happier this time. He was somehow spinning the passenger seat in circles making little noises of enjoyment. You made a mental note to ask Din about it, but smiled at the cute thing while moving past him to the driver's seat. His spinning ceased as he watched you move to get under the panel where all the wires were. You hear little feet patter towards you.

"You wanna help me out?" Grogu nodds his head in agreement. "Great can you pass me that hydrospanner." He drags a tool over to you, proudly placing it in your outstretched hand. You smile and internally sigh. Wrong tool, but it was the thought that counts.

You had solved the problem in the cockpit within the hour. Grogu followed you to the where the cryochamber was and you both spent the next hour attempting to fix it to no avail. The kid hands you another tool to try and that just makes hot steam blow into your face. Frustrated you banged the tool in your hand on the wall, the vibrations echoing throughout the ship. You felt a little pressure on your waist, looking down you see Grogu trembling and his ears tilted downwards, his hands attempting to cover them.

A wave of guilt instantly washed over you. "I'm sorry buddy." You pick Grogu up, patting his back gently as you soothe him. "I got mad this stupid machine, your dad, my lack of ability... " you sigh. "Not you".

He didn't respond to you verbally, but his shaking stopped. You place the little guy in your lap as you sit semi criss cross. You lean back on your hands still attempting to resolve the issue, as you stared at the broken cryochamber. You would need more time. Your hands slowly slid until your back was touching the floor.

"Ya'know your dad and I used to be buddies, kinda. He would sometimes leave without paying me though."

Grogu cooed in response then yawned. Storytime equals bedtime you thought. "He'd come back with a bounty payment, sometimes a gift. I'd give him a discount in return. Then he'd stay back and walk me home, make sure his good favorite mechanic wasn't being harassed by other bounty hunters."

You smile softly as you looked back at the memories. Your hand was gently patting Grogu, soothing him to sleep. As you look down you see that your quick words worked, it has lulled the cute child into a peaceful rest. You internally awed while carefully holding him in your arms, trying to get up and not to disturb him. You place him in his silver pod and cover his little body with a blanket. "Then the process would start all over again."

You close the cover of his pod and look outside. It was dark now. Din had been gone a couple of hours and you didn't want to leave Grogu alone. You bit the very corner of your bottom lip and it was barely soft enough so you wouldn't leave a mark. You weren't angry at him, just upset at yourself that you never got over your feelings after so long. This frustration was killing you. You had a long history of one-sided pining, stealing glances at him when you were working on his ship, hoping his gaze was on you. The two of you were close enough to where he trusted you with his name. Though you never felt like you could actually use it, wanting to stay in your safe bubble.

A breath of relief left your mouth when you heard your name out of a modulated voice. You turn your head to see Din looking at you with a slight tilt in his helmet.

"Hey Mando. I was just wondering where you were." You walked to him with a fake smile on your lips. "I'm gonna head home and then come back in the morning. I'll try and get everything working soon."

Din looked over you at the closed pod then back to you. You took that to mean he was worried about Grogu.

"He's sleeping right now. We were both working hard on this ship." You chuckle lightly attempting to hide the awkwardness you felt. "He's grown so much. Handed me the correct tools every once in a while. "

"He likes you." Din said his voice low.

"I think he likes the candy I give him every once in a while."

Din didn't laugh but you could tell, he made a small smile underneath his helmet. Not wanting to over stay you try to walk past the Mandalorian but he quickly moves to block your path. You raised an eyebrow confused on the motion.

"I'm not getting paid to work overtime, Mando"

"No...but you should stay here. It's late and it would save you the trip."

You began to protest. "I'm- I don't want to impose. Plus, your cabin isn't that far from my apartment, I'll be fine." You could feel heat rising to your cheeks.

"It's not an imposement if I'm asking." He spoke firmly. Obviously not going to let you say no, but you liked challenging him.

"Where would I sleep? What would I wear? What about you?"

Din, expecting push back from you answered with ease. He crossed his arms a slight barely noteable bent in his hips. "My cabin, my clothes, don't worry about that."

"I can't not worry about you Mando. I don't want you to wear your armor in a place where you're supposed to rest comfortably."

"I'll be fine for a night. I'm used to being in my helmet."

You sigh, he clearly wasn't going to let you leave. "Lead the way."

The two of you sat at a table in the cabin Din Djarin had built once he started spending more days on the planet. His armor plates were placed neatly on top of one of the counters in his kitchen. The clothes still fully covering him and his helmet on, but you could more visbily see the outline of his body.

You were silently eating food he had brought from town, contemplating your decisions to be here. You were dressed in one of Din's more casual shirts. It drapped over your body like a dress. You had a pair of shorts on, but it didn't ease any of the heat you felt growing between your legs.

"So Mando, how's working for the New Republic" you said eager to get out of the silence.

The man leaned back in his chair. "It's fine. More stable for me and the kid."

You nodded your head. "Yeah I wouldn't doubt it. Have you go-" your voice came to a holt as you were cut off.

"Why haven't you been using my name?" He asked a slight annoyance in his tone. You didn't know how to respond to that. His name. Din Djarin, you did use it quite often in your head just never really had the courage to say it aloud. It just felt intimate.

"I uh- I don't know."

"Do you not remember it?" Your pretty sure you imagined it, but his voice sounded hurt, even though the modulator tried to mask his tone.

"No, of course I remember it." Your hands were in your lap now, you wanted to hide, your thumbs circled themselves, trying to fidget away your blush.

"Din Djarin." You look up at the Mandalorian, he had stiffened at the sound of your voice. "How could I forget a name as lovely as that?" You hoped that you were coming off as confident, rather than corny. You shifted in your seat moving to get up and head to the kitchen when a hand grabbed your wrist.

"I was worried I'd never hear your say it."

Maker please, was he always like this? It felt like he was begging for your attention. You look down at your wrist that he was holding so gently, and turn to face him. His legs were spread apart and you found a spot to stand right in between them.

"Why?" You needed a straight answer. You were tired of all this back and forth. "Tell me honestly. "

"Because, I told you for a reason." Din pulled you closer to him, moving his hand from your wrist to your waist. His fingers gently druming against your skin, he looked up at you with a slight tilt in his helmet. You stepped closer placing your knee on his chair, your hands on his shoulders. "I want to feel closer to you."

"Closer than we are now?" You say with a teasing smile. You moved your knee to the other side of thigh and gracefully place yourself in his lap. Straddeling him. "Well, what's your next move?"

Din was quick to pull you closer so that your arousal was pushed up against his.

You placed a finger on the very base of his helmet and pulled down on the collar of his suit, where his cape usually connected. Your fingers were freezing compared to how hot his skin felt. You carefully manuvered your lips to kiss the barely exposed skin. The gasp you hear was like honey, so sweet. You bit the skin, earning a more eager whine from the man, a slight smile playing on your lips.

Din's hands moved from your waist to the hem of your shirt, playing with the ends as if asking for permission to take it off. You rolled your hips, giving you both a second of friction. A groan coming from his lips, you wanted more access to him and to deny him more. Enjoying the earlier display of begging. "Din? I'm going to get off of you."

You began to move your legs when his hands quickly move from your waist to the back of your thighs. He gripped them tightly trying to keep you in place. "No...please. Did I do something wrong?"

He placed his head on your chest, the cold metal of the helmet making you hiss. You bit back a smile from forming on your lips with how cute he was being.

"No, I just would like to turn around." You force his head to look up at you. Barely making out a the shape of his eyes from the blacked out visor on his helmet. "That way you can take off shirt."

He didn't respond but you felt his grip loosening on you. You remove yourself from his waist and turn around. You placed your hands on your already shut eyes, ensuring they were shut. You listened closely for the sounds of clothes rustling waiting for silence.

"You can turn around now." The voice was familiar and oh so eager. You open your eyes, but before you head back to your Mandalorian a shiny glint caught your eyes. You quickly grab it off the counter and hold up your prize proudly. You could practically hear the eyebrow raise from Din.

"I don't think we need those."

You turn around and drink in the sight before you. He had his helmet back on expectedly, but your eyes traced over his body attempting to memorize every piece of him. His skin was slightly tan, his chest was littered with scars and black chest hair. Your eyes followed from his chest, down his abs, to the spot you were just sitting. You walk back spinning the cuffs on your pointer finger. You hold it out to him, giving him an expectant look.

"Can you open them please?" Din doesn't respond, but does exactly as you say. You slowly trace the now open cuffs from the base of his neck, down his chest to his hands. His voice trembled at the cold feel of the metal against his skin. You place his hand to hold onto the legs of the chair and hand cuff them together. You kneel down in front of the chair in-between Din's legs. You stood straight on your knees allowing you to kiss his chest, and add to the scars with your small love bites down his body. You make sure to plant extra long kisses along his v-line.

With every new touch of your lips a new sound came from his hemlet. You enjoyed how hard he was trying to muffle the sounds he was making. Din's gloved hand had found the back of your neck and began to massage it gently as you were bitting and sucking on his lower abdomen.

Your finger traced the top hemline of his pants. You find the slit to release his hard-on. Din moaned in satifisfaction at the touch of your soft warm hands. You felt his grip on your neck tighten and the clanging of his other hand lead you to believe the restraints were a great addition. "Can you...-"

Before Din could finish his sentence you were already working on his dick. You traced your hand down his length, worried it wouldn't fit in your mouth at all. You plant kisses on the tip, licking the precum off your lips. Your mouth took him in slowly. The whine in his moan egging you on to keep going. You took him in your mouth until you couldn't anymore, having your hands cover the remaining parts your tongue couldn't reach.

Din gripped your neck tightly, his gloved hand moving from your neck to tangle his hands in your hair. You moaned into his dick as he pulled the strands. You felt Din try to pull you closer and push his dick further into your mouth, craving more motion. You hold his thighs to keep your balance as you try to loosen your jaw more. You hold back the smirk as you hear a hushed "dank ferrik" leave the Mandalorian's helmet.

You push into Din's thighs and pull him out of your mouth. He moaned in pain at the loss of warmth that your mouth carried. Catching his cock with your thumb to hold it straight, you look up at the man and plant a kiss on the tip. It twitched in reaction to both your lips and the colder air.

"Do you want me to continue cyar'ika?" You ask a mischievous glint in your eyes. He moved his free hand out of your hair and held your chin for a moment. Din's helmet was tilted down at you, his shoulders moving rhymimitcally with each gasp for air he took. You removed your face from his hand and faced his pointer finger in front of your lips. You gently bit down on the glove and remove it from his hand. You put the now, ungloved digit on your lips and suck on it, stopping just before his knuckle. Your tongue swirled around his finger, causing more moans of pleasure to leave his mouth. You hum in satifisfaction hearing the noises. "Answer me Din." You say, pulling your mouth away.

"I - I want more. Please...can you keep going?"

You weren't one to deny him, especially when he asked so nicely. You move your thumb down to the base of his cock, allowing it to tilt down and directly into your mouth. Din's hips bucked as much as the chair would allow with one hand still cuffed. He groaned finding his now gloveless hand lost in your hair. He pulled your face down, trying to shove himself into your mouth more, trying to increase the speed of your licks. You gripped his thighs tighter, your nails digging into the fabric, feeling tears prick the ends of your eyes. You wanted to slow him down, and tried to pull away, but his grip was too tight on your neck. You moaned as Din continued to thrust and roll his hips, increasing his tempo. He gasped in response to the vibrations you caused.

Right as you felt he was going to cum, Din loosened his grip on your neck and attempted to pull you off his dick. You quickly moved your hand from his thigh and continued to pull the base of his cock.

"Wait- I'm."

You kept sucking on the tip and moving your hand up and down the base until you felt hot liquid splurt into your mouth. Din gripped your hair tightly as he convulsed into your mouth. You swallow what you could and lip your lips of the remaining cum. Din panted heavily as he watched you get up from your knees. You swipped your thumb on your lips, making sure you got every last drip of him.

"I...wasn't going to do that." Din said, his voice strained as he tried to catch his breath. You chuckled as you uncuffed his hands so he could fix himself. You sat in his lap again, your legs hanging off the edge of the chair.

"I know. I wanted you too though."

Stiles x Reader

This is my first teen wolf fanfic and a smut. I have not written in a while. Please be gentle. All characters are aged up. [NO PROOF READ]

--Minors DNI --

The bell of the liquor store sung as Lydia and a blonde girl walk into the shop. You place down your phone and watch as they walk up to the counter. You already knew what they were going to order, they have been getting the same liquor since high school and surprisingly their tastes didn't change much even after a couple years post graduation.

The blonde was giddy, and Lydia looked annoyed and ready to get to their destination.

"Hi is Ethan here today?" The blonde girl asked. You nodded your head yes and pointed to the break room door.

"It's unlocked."

The girl looked at Lydia smiling before quickly heading to the break room. You sighed knowing your coworker/manager was probably not going to be back to complete the order. Lydia and you stood awkwardly at the counter for just a moment, before you broke the silence.

"They're gonna be a minute, but no worries. I already have your order ready." You take a couple steps back from the counter and grabbed several boxes of alcohol and other bagged up items.

"I didn't call in ahead how do you know, you got everything. What if I wanted to switch it up."

"Please, you've been coming here forever, and Ethan wasn't the one packing your orders." You say with slight giggle as you took the card she handed you. "Besides you know what you like."

"True." Lydia said with a shrug. "How's after high-school life treating you?"

God you hated small talk. However, the card reader wasn't working properly and you didn't want to ask her to run it again.

"Well, same old stuff. Just different classes, finishing my bachelor's and working here part-time."

"Right I remember you being super studious. You would always fight with which teacher- uhmm." Lydia droned off trying to think.

"Our calculus teacher. He was fucking my mom, so I was just taking out some frustrations out on him. Ha, you know how it is." You said with a slight chuckle as you recalled the memories

Lydia full on laughed at the comment, slightly covering her hand over her mouth as she spoke. "No- no way you mom was sleeping with Mr. Brandley." You nodded cringing a little. "That's insane, no wonder he got really nice half way through Junior year."

"Ha, yeaah. That was her." The card had finally gone through and you handed it back to the girl along with all her purchases. You grabbed one of the heavier looking bags and walked it out with her. You placed the bags in her trunk and slowly headed off back into the store.

"Hey (Y/n)" Lydias voice stopped you in your tracks you turned to the girl. "Its a smaller party than usual, but come tonight."

"Sure. I'll be there." You had been to Lydia's parties before but not often. They weren't your big thing back then, but you could use the break from your textbooks. You pointed back to the shop. "I'll also bring your friend once they're done...ya know."

Lydia left with another laugh and you were back in the store waiting for either your manager or your shift to finish. Whichever came first.

You pulled up to Lydias house in a better outfit than your work uniform, your hair slightly better, and light make-up. The blonde girl from earlier decided to get her rocks off more with your manager at the store. You shivered a little at the gross thought of him having sex. You did get a free bottle of alcohol out of it, so you pretended it was a fair trade. It wasn't.

You were greeted with the sound of loud music and the smell of alcohol Lydia was quick to greet you and gave you a quick hug, taking the bottle in your hands and giving you closed buzz ball.

"Here, drink this." She said while locking your arm with hers and leading you through the house. "Best to chug it, as it tastes awful but gets you buzzed quickly."

You nodded, already knowing the drink she handed you tastes awful. You both arrived to the living room, full of people. You looked around trying to see where within the circle of friends you could grab a seat. You recognized a few people, Scott and Allison were snuggled up on the couch next to each other, Lydia left you to grab a seat on what looked like the deputy sherrifs lap, leaving you to sit next to a stranger and the Stiles Stilinski.

The deputy gave you a small wave and smile of acknowledgement. You tried your best not to look at Stiles, but it was hard not glance at the boy who was sitting next to you. Unfortunately, in your time of teenage angst you frequented a certain cell bed more than your house. He probably didn't recognize you, and hoped you were right.

Lydia cleared her throat and pointed at you. "Guys this is (Y/n), we had-"

"Calculus together." Scott finished with a slight laugh. "Yeah, Lydia has been going on and on about you for a little bit."

"I have not." Lydia reached over and gave Scott a little push to which he exaggeratigly fell upon Allison. She giggled him off.

"Yeah she was telling us about your frequent arguments with your old teacher. Kinda sad we missed out on hanging out with you in the past." Allison looked at you with a soft smile, that you returned.

You shrugged your shoulders and took a swig of your buzz ball. "Everyone was doing their own thing around that time. Plus I wouldn't have been the greatest company."

"Well, I don't believe that." Stiles said, his voice smooth and low. He took a sip of his beer and titled his head to the side. "You brought candy, that one time for Valentine's Day. I think it was our History class."

A warm feeling spread throughout your entire body. You remembered that daily vividly. A project on St. Valentine, and how it led to the holiday. You passed put lollipops and candy to make the presentation less boring.

"Right. Oh my goodness I completely forgot about that." You didn't. You actually couldn't get the image of Stiles sucking on that lollipop out of your head for months. He would move the lollipop with his tongue, and held it between his teeth when he was ready to bite down on it. That night when you went home, all you could think about was him using his lips and teeth on your neck.

Stiles on the other hand, had remembered that presentation vividly. You fidgeted with your belt loops the entire time and you bit the tiniest piece of your lip ever so slightly everytime the slide changed. He noticed that by the time you were done speaking your bottom lip was slightly redder than when you first started.

"It was good, and the candy was even better." He said making an okay sign with his hand, earning giggles from the group. "We could've also used your lock picking abilities." Stiles mumbled quickly while gave you a knowing smirk.

"Wait. Like real lockpicking?" Lydia said. A slight gasp in her speech. "Like cat burglary shit?"

You felt a pang of heat make its way to your cheeks. A silent nod followed. The gang started unloading a bunch of questions, talking over each other to try and get you to answer first.

You looked at Stiles and he just threw his hands up in a defensive manner.

It was futile to hope the guy who has an unlimited memory when it comes to miscallenous facts and movies, to not remember why you frequented his fathers work.

Before more questions could be fired off in your direction. You quickly move from the couch and knelt at the table. There was a shot glass, a bottle of liquor, and a deck of cards, quickly you began pouring a couple shots, and shuffle the cards preformining a little card trick while doing it.

"How about instead of asking questions you play me for them?"

Lydia and Allison were quick to take spots next to you. The boys didn't hesitate to follow and the middle-centered coffee table was now filled with people and drunk giggles.

"What's the game?" Stiles asked.

You dealt 5 cards to everyone. "Highs and Lows. Highest card asks a question or gives a dare to the lowest card. Face cards are in order, aces are 1. Complete whatever you get or take a penalty shot."

Stiles smirked and looked at his cards, seemed like he was pleased with his hand. "Let's play."

The game had been going on for a lot longer than anticipated. After a couple of hours the couples had found their way to various empty secluded spaces to make out and most likely do other things.

You and Stiles were left at a stalemate for who would give in as a loser first. You've have a couple of shots but mostly did the tasks as required. Stiles was a sore loser it seemed as he continued to draw more cards after each round ends.

"Okaaayy. Lets see." You get up and quickly head to the kitchen hoping to find what you were looking for. Stiles watched as you walked away, an eyebrow raised. You came back with a jar of cherries and a spoon. Stiles didn't even let you try opening it before he grabbed ithe jar and opened it up with ease, a loud pop following. 

"Thank you." He hummed in response. You carefully dug the spoon in the jar and pulled out a cherry with a good sized stem. Happy with the choice you popped the sugar infused fruit into your mouth, then pulled the stem off. Stiles watched as you swiped your tongue over your lips, careful to not leave any red residue on them.

"Your task is to tie this cherry stem in less than a minute. Catch is, you can only use your tongue."

Stiles looked at you with disbelief. "No way, the stem is two short. No one can do that."

"Wanna bet?" A tease in your tone. You pulled another cherry out and ate the fruit. You pulled out the stem holding it up to the one you offered Stiles, displaying that yours was shorter. In about 5 seconds, the stem was in your mouth, and in just under 20, a beautifully tied knot was formed. You stuck out your tongue to show off.

Stiles resisted the urge to push his thumb against it. He begrudgingly took the stem and attempted the same feat. Unfortunately, he could not complete the task. He held out his stem on his tongue playing with it on his teeth. You gently grabbed it with your fingers and then handed Stiles his punishment shot. Stiles watched as you popped the stem in your mouth accomplishing his dare.

"Easy peasy."

Stiles was taken aback. Maybe he should've let his impulsive thought win. He took his punishment shot to distract him.

"Your cheeks are a very pretty pink." You say gently poking one of his cheeks. He turned slightly redder at the feel of your fingertips. You then poured more alcohol into the glass.

Beginning to shuffle the cards again but Stiles hastily grabbed it from your hands. "I'm tired of being the only one getting low cards. I don't trust your dealing anymore."

You chuckled at the mostly true accusation. You weren't cheating every round, just enough so that you didn't have to answer a whole bunch. "That's a heavy accusation you're giving me."

"I don't hear you denying it." Stiles looked at you a mischievous glint in his eyes. He then dealt your cards.

First round. You lost. "Okay Stilinski. Give me what you got."

Stiles chuckled. "Getting professional on me now?" He placed the shot in front of you and look down from it back up to you. "I'm gonna change the rules a bit. Take the shot first and then I'll ask."

"Whose cheating now?" A laugh followed as you quickly downed your shot. "Shoot."

"Biggest turn on." Stiles's face didn't falter from the cocky grin he wore.

You clutch your imaginary pearls. "At least buy a girl dinner first." You spoke with an exasperated transatlantic accent. Earning a soft chuckle from Stiles. "I already answered this question, like 18 rounds ago. Hickeys, remember. Your memory can't be that bad."

Stiles nodded, but didn't let up. "Yes I know the answer you gave Allison, but, now I'm asking for the real answer." He began to pour another shot. "Or take the penalty."

He held out the shot in one hand and the card in the other. "Your choice. Though, I will never let you live down losing to such an easy question."

You shook your head and sighed with a smile. It wasn't shame that was making you hesitant, but the fact that Stiles was asking the question. You rubbed the nape of your neck, trying to cool down the heat coming from you.

"I like it when they ask for permission. I'm a sweet nothing kind of girly it seems. A man who yearns is one who earns." You chuckled lightly at the last bit reminding you of Tiktok comment sections.

"I see." Stiles handed you a card from the deck to replace the one you played. "Good to know."

You ignorned that comment. We were all flirting with each other pretty hard tonight. You assumed it was just more of the same.

"Anyways, round 2." You lost. "Okaay" You tried to keep your voice steady and not show any type of annoyance. Your hand grasped the pre-game shot downing it quickly. You waited for the next question or dare.

"What's the matter, I didn't think you were a sore loser." Stiles said as he poured a penality shot.

"I haven't lost yet."

Stiles smirked. "Now we're talking. Okay let's see..."  He pretended to think for a moment before speaking. "May I kiss you?"

The question shocked you, sending a spark down your body. You looked at him not sure if he was making fun of you or not. His eyes looked hungry, you didn't think he was joking. He placed his hand underneath your chin, forcing you to continue to looking at him.

"You gonna answer me?" Stiles asked, his voice was lower, needy almost. He placed his hand on your cheek and you leaned into his touch.

"Yes, you may." Your eyes fluttered shut as your lips met. The kiss was slow, passionate, and sweet. You loved it, but you wanted more. Your hands found their way to the back of Stiles's neck pulling him in for a deeper kiss. A low groan came from his as he felt your tongue swipe against his bottom lip begging for an entrance. Stiles was very happy to oblidge. You shoved your tongue into his mouth exploring, dragging your tongue against the bottoms of his teeth. Stiles gently bit down on your tongue causing a moan to leave your mouth against his. You could feel his smirk against your lips, proud of the sounds you were making.

Wanting to feel even closer, Stiles pulled you onto his lap, his hands immediately finding their way to your waist. The two of you finally pull away from each other, breathless, and eager to see what's going to happen next.

"I see why you can tie a cherry stem in a knot now."

You snickered at his comment, you lower your lips to his ear, whispering your next words. "I can do a lot with my mouth, if you want me to show you."

You finished your sentence by beginning to kiss and suck on his neck, earning a eager whine from the boy. You grind your hips slowly, trying to gain more friction at your lower ache and to tease Stiles's growing hard-on.

A sudden gasp came from your mouth as you were suddenly lifted off the ground. Your legs subconsciously wrapping around Stiles's waist and your arms tightening around his neck. Stiles lead you into a surpsingly empty bedroom, opening the door quickly and shutting it by pushing you against it.

Your lips crashed into each other once again, you fingers roamed, getting lost in his brown locks. You begin to loosen your grip around Stiles's waist and he helped you down back to your feet. Never breaking contact from your lips for longer than a second. You grab ahold of the boy's arms and spin to switch positions, pinning him agaisnt the door. Your hand moves from his arm to the hem of his jeans. Your finger's hang on one of the beatloops before you begin unbotton them.

You stop kissing his lips to kiss down his neck, and slowly began to lower yourself. Stiles's pants and boxers following you down.

"(Y/n) you don't hav-" His sentence was cut off by your tongue licking from the base of his cock to the tip. From there you took him into your mouth, trying your best to widen your jaw more to avoid your teeth. Stiles groaned a sound mixed with pleasure and restraint.

"Your mouth feels amazing." Stiles said slightly out of breath. You hummed in satisfaction at the praise.

You noticed Stiles's hands were both in fists, and he kept them forced against the door he was pressed on. Wanting a rougher type of play, you bring his fisted hands to your head. Stiles seemed to have gotten the message as his fingers wrapped themselves quickly, pulling at the strands as he thrusted his hips into your mouth. You moaned at the sensation, feeling yourself start to get wet at the roughness. Your tongue licked a different spot on Stiles's dick every time he thrusted into your mouth, going deeper each time. He finally hit the back of your throat causing you to gag and he fully pulled away from your lips.

"Fuck-" Stiles breathed out. "That was amazing."

You gave the tip another kiss and was about to take him into your mouth again when Stiles quickly pulled you up to your feet and into a kiss.

"If you do anymore I'll finish very fast."

You chuckled and stroked his cock with your pointer finger nail, being careful not to press to hard. "Is that so bad?"

Stiles sucked in his next breathe through his teeth. He kissed you again instead of answering. He placed his hand under your jaw forcing you to look up and allowing him to shove his tongue into your mouth. His wet cock pressed underneath your clothed cunt. You had to get out of these pants fast. Stiles pushed you back until you both had arrived to the guest bed in the room. He held your back as he laid you down. He broke the kiss to strip you of your shirt and your hands hastily unbottoned your own pants.

It was Stiles's turn to chuckle as he helped with taking your pants off. "Gorgeous, why would you hide these with jeans?" Stiles planted kisses on your thighs, and grazed his teeth against them. You moaned into the back of your hand, the sensation overwhelming you a little.

Stiles grabbed the inside of your thigh, spreading you open a more with his own legs. He began to play with your clit gently rubbing it with his thumb. You moaned reaching up to his pulling him closer. You muffed the noises you were making by kissing him more. Stiles pulled his thumb away from you and shoved two fingers into you.

A filthy whine leaving his mouth as he felt how wet you were. You bucked your hips trying to gain more motion. Stiles chuckled wanting to tease you more, however you grabbed his wrist and pulled his digits out of you. The sudden loss of connection making you both grasp. You looked up at the man, breathless, but yearning for something warmer and bigger.

"Stiles put it in me now."

"I don't think you're rea-" Stiles was cut off for the umpteenth time by you grabbing his dick and giving it a long pull. "Fuck! (Y/n)." Stiles looked at you and you gave him your best pleading look. "Let me get a condom on."

The condom was on and Stiles lined up his cock perfectly at the entrance of your pussy. He entered you painfully slowly for the both of you. You groaned in frustration and pleasure. He felt amazing, but god he was so gentle.

"Stiles please." You looked up at him and grabbed his face to force him to look down at you instead of watching himself enter you. "Fuck me, harder. You don't have to be so gentle."

With that, Stiles felt something break within himself. He hurridly shoved his dick deep into you. Stiles continued to thrust into you, hard and slow. His arms buckled, bringing his face closer to you. Leaning up, you give him a long kiss, moaning into his mouth with every thrust. You grabed his arm to anchor yourself and bring your mouth to his bicep. You bite down and suck, on the muscle. Stiles moaned you name and you felt his cock harden more in you before slightly feeling the condom explanding, filling with his cum.

Stiles pulled out and tore off the condom, he tied it off and laid down next to you. "That was amazing." He said his voice shaky.

You turned on your side to face Stiles and gave him a quick peck on his nose. "Wanna do it again?"

A/N: This is part 2, to my previous (Reboot Wally x Reader). The character belongs to @bloodrediscream and some of the scenes are based off her artwork. Love your work! You're amazing. There are multiple POV's in this.

I chugged another shot down as tears spilled down my face. How could he do this to me? We spent 2 years together and he cheats on me! After everything I've done for him, the time I put into our relationship. I call over the bartender and ask for another shot. He slides one over to me, as soon as it touched my fingers I down it quickly. The alcohol burned my throat while my tears stained my cheeks. I bit my lips holding back anymore weeps. A soft sigh was made in front of me forcing me to look up at my server.

"You're going to drink me out of business if you keep this up." The bartender, Luka smiled down at me. He handed me a glass of water and some tissues. "Call it hindsight. but I knew you were too good for him."

I scoffed at the comment. "Yeah right." I take the water he offered me and slowly sipped on it. Luka has always been there for me. We've known each other since middle school, and I helped him open this place up once I graduated college. "Luka why haven't we gotten together? We've been friends together for so long it wouldn't even make a difference."

Luka gently patted me on the head. "Well, my sweet (Y/n) to put it simply. I'm very very gay."

My eyes welled up again and I face planted into the bar. My fist banging the painted wood. "It's not fair, I just want to be happy!" I looked up and picked up my shot glass giving it a little wiggle towards him. "Just give me the bottle."

Luka rolled his eyes at me but didn't argue. He had my card on file anyways, and I had more than enough money to pay for it. I already knew I was already nearing my limit so the bottle was more or less for show. I pulled out my phone and began looking through my contacts. I found my ex-boyfriend's number and proceeded to block then delete his number from my phone. He had been on there long enough. I went through all the pictures of us and deleted them. My heart felt heavy and my brain was dizzy. I hated feeling this way. I don't want to be sad anymore. I looked at the stage where the band was playing and then noticed the nearly empty crowd. I checked my phone for the time, it was almost 2AM. I glided my hands over my hair pushing it back and resting my hands on the back of my neck. Luka came back over to me cleaning a glass.

"Hey, I'm gonna close up soon. If you wait for me, I'll take you home."

I shook my head and tried to get up. "No. You've been making googly eyes at the drummer all night. I'm not cock-blocking your one night stand." Luka chuckled.

"I would rather you safe than me getting laid. Do you at least have someone to call to come get you?"

A small smile came onto my lips. At least someone cared about me. I looked through my phone contacts, scrolling through all the familiar names. Everyone I knew was either out of state or too far away. As I scrolled to the bottom of my contact page I noticed the saved number that I had yet to call. It had been 2 weeks since the meet and greet with the famed Welcome Home star, we had exchanged a few texts back and forth but nothing too meaningful. I clicked on his contact photo and looked at my autographed picture of him. I wondered if he was awake. The idea quickly left my mind when my phone was suddenly grabbed out of my hands. I quickly stood up to grab for it but my body failed me due to the alcohol.

"Does someone have a celebrity crush?" I felt warmth come to my face as I tried to regain my balance. "Ha that's too cute, he gave you his number on his autograph."

I reached for the phone again and Luka took a step back, the bar getting in my way. "Luka give it back please."

Luka looked at me and then back at the phone before giving me a knowing smile. "Oh you even texted him a little. Damn, girl you gotta work on your flirting. Sweetheart you've been single for how long?" He counted on his fingers and held them out to me. "2 weeks, and when did you meet this guy?"

I covered my face not wanting to answer. "The day I found out he was cheating on me." Luka nodded still holding my phone hostage.

"Well, maybe he can pick you up. It'll be good bonding time."

"Luka no, do not call him. If you press that button I promise you, I will throw a stool at you."

Luka looked at me with an evil grin in his eyes not caring about my promised threat. My eyes widened as I watched him slowly move his finger to the green call button on my phone. I began to raise a stool of the ground when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked behind me and saw the guitarist from the band, Mr. Romeo. He was an older gentleman, probably in his 50s who got roped into helping his grandson, the bassist. I remember when they first came into the bar and asked Luka for a gig, promising to bring in a crowd for the experience. Luka offered to pay them because of how good they turned out to be, but they all argued and just asked for free drinks and food.

"Hey, Mr. Romeo do you need something." I put the chair that I had begun to lift back on the ground.

"Would you mind doing some vocals with us Ms. (Y/n)? You know my grandson is always too nervous to ask you." He nudged me a little while giving his eyebrows a wiggle. A nervous smile came onto my lips.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Romeo I don't think I can. I've been drinking all night and I can barely walk straight. It wouldn'-"

Mr. Romeo shushed me and looked at the bar. He gave Luka a knowing look while putting his hand out. Luka slid him the bottle of Tequila I had been drinking out of. He grabbed my hand and placed the bottle in it with a big smile. Mr. Romeo went behind me and started gently pushing me towards the stage. "Nonsense, I know when you're drunk. Take a shot for every song and sing your sorrows. It'll be fun. I promise."

I rolled my eyes but stopped resisting and walked to the stage with him. I looked at the clock on one of the walls and internally sighed. At least the bar was about to close.

"You know I have a lag between my drinks."

Mr. Romeo just smiled ignoring my words as we walked up together. I sat the bottle of Tequila and my glass on the stool that was in the middle of the stage. I poured the liquid into my glass and quickly downed it as the music started playing. I felt my thoughts disappear and any doubts I had about coming up here. My nerves didn't exist as there was no one here to judge me and nobody I wanted to impress. The band started playing a generic pop song and as requested I sang the lyrics. Mr. Romeo was right, this was a fun and making me feel a little better. I began to move body and sway to the music, careful not trip over myself. The alcohol brought my voice out. I didn't care if it was terrible, off pitch or anything. I was too busy having fun to care.

~(o3o)~

Luca looked onto the stage with a bright smile on his face. He was happy you were doing something you enjoyed, even if you resisted at first. He did end up calling Wally as soon as you were on the stage, however he didn't answer. To his surprise, Wally called back shortly after. Luka wore a shit eating grin as he answered the call with no care of misunderstandings.

"(Y/n)'s phone how may I help you?" Luka spoke with a high tone customer serivce voice. He looked at you on the stage dancing, and bit back his excitement not wanting it to leak over the phone.

"Who is this? Where is (Y/n)?" Luka was surprised at how silky this man's voice was. Luka placed his elbows on bar, leaning his weight on them as he tried to picture the face Wally was making. Luka cleared his throat before speaking.

"Hi, this is Wally right?"

"Yes it is."

"Great! I'm a friend of (Y/n)'s."

"Uh-huh, that still doesn't explain why you have her phone. Where is she?" The voice sounded almost threatening, it sent a chill down Luka's spine. He shivered as if his body actually felt the cool feeling from Wally's tone.

"Well you see, (Y/n) is currently on stage singing and she needs someone to take her home as she is very drunk. I was wondering if you could do that for me?" A moment of silence went by before Wally spoke again.

"I'll come for her. Send me the address." The call ended as quickly as it started. It was sudden but Luka didn't mind, he shrugged and placed your phone in his pocket. He'd give it back to you once you were done enjoying yourself. He watched as you sang your heart out to these old and new pop songs. You always say you're never gonna go up on stage, but yet everytime you're up there you end up having the time of your life. Luka chuckled to himself while shaking his head. He moved to the tables of his usual late crowd and called cabs for everyone that was still here. The bar quickly became empty and it was just him, you, and the band left. He switched the sign to closed and went back to wiping down the tables.

The door to the bar opened, the sound of the bell causing Luka to look up. He saw a man on the shorter side with deep blue hair messily styled. He wore a white fitted t-shirt and black pants. His pants were accessorized with a maroon belt that bore a cute yellow smiley face on the buckle. It oddly tied the whole outfit together. If Luka wasn't helping you out he would've definitely tried his luck with who he assumed was Wally. Taking a seat at the bar Wally looked at Luka allowing him to see his jet black eyelids. He could understand why you liked him. He was hot. Luka fished for your phone from his pocket and quickly handed it off to the man.

"Here, so she doesn't forget it." Wally took the phone putting it in one of his pockets. Luka leaned towards Wally and pointed at you on the stage. "I give her 5 minutes before all the alcohol starts kicking in."

Wally irked an eyebrow. "Does she have a high tolerance or something?"

Luka laughed and shook his head. "Gods no. She has a very big lag though. She can start at 9 and it won't hit her until midnight. However, she's very good about keeping up with it so she doesn't get wasted."

Wally gave a knowing nod as he followed your movements on the stage. You looked sober from the way you were effortless moving on the stage and singing to the music. He locked eyes with you and gave you a small smile while waving. "She's pretty good."

Luka smiled placing a glass of water in front of Wally. "You should hear her when she's sober." Wally took the glass and took a sip. He suddenly began to choke on the water as he watched you take a pirate swig from a tequila bottle. He looked at Luka with a confused but amused look. Luka face palmed while pinching in-between his eyebrows.

After what felt like an forever, Mr. Romeo finally said last song. I felt relief flood my bones as I could finally take a break. I looked around the room and noticed a new figure sitting at the bar. My palms began to feel clammy as the figure smiled and waved towards me. My eyes widened as I recognized who it was. Before I could run off the stage, I felt a gentle nudge towards the stool. I looked behind me at Mr. Romeo who just shrugged and pointed at my mic. I looked at my glass that I hadn't refiled since the first song and instead went straight for the half full bottle. I took a huge swig of it before sitting on a stool in the middle of the stage. A familiar break up song started to play, but only one thought played in my mind on repeat. I'm going to kill Luca.

I steadily sat down in my chair as the song played. It was a fairly new break up song but man did it speak to me. I sang each and every note as right as I could. I made sure not to miss any lyrics and to stay on beat with the band. I looked behind me and Mr. Romeo and the rest of the crew were completely lost in the music they were making. As the noise died down so, did my voice and the song came to an end. There was a few claps from the only 2 people in the bar, I took a small curtsey and quickly went to exit the stage. I waved my goodbyes to Mr. Romeo and his group and headed for the stairs, not wanting to be in the way of packing up their equipment. Walking down the stairs proved to be a difficult challenge as that last drink had completely thrown me off balance. I felt my mind turn into mush, and slowly succumbed to the liquid poison. I tried to grab the handle but completely missed. I felt my knees buckle. I was going to fall, but before I could crash down the steps a pair of arms caught me.

"Nice song, you sang it like you wrote it." I looked down to see Wally staring at me with his sly grin and half lidded eyes.

I felt my face flush. I wanted to speak but no words came out. Wally held one of my hands as he helped me down the stairs, he wrapped his other arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer allowing me to lean my weight on him. I muttered a low thank you as he brought me back to my seat at the bar. Luka gave me a thumbs up as he poured me some more water. I pushed it away from me, letting the alcohol control my actions. Wally gently placed his hands over mine as he moved it to grasp the glass.

"Drink some water, and then I'll take you home."

I shook my head, and threw my hands in the air breaking our contact. "Never!" I giggle escaped from my lips as I stretched my arms into the air. I got up from my seat and pushed myself up to sit on the bar table. I crossed my legs and swung them from the edge as I hummed a tune. I felt a finger poke me in the back, I tilted my head back and looked at Luka. I felt my elbows buckle as I leaned backwards. Luka placed a hand on the edge of my back and gave me a gentle push foward. My body didn't resist and went with the motion.

"You're drunk go home."

"Am not. I am perfect."

Wally chuckled at my response and moved in front of me. He placed himself directly in line with my crossed legs, placing his arms by my sides caging me between them. Luka cleared his throat and said something about going into the back. I didn't really focus on it as my attention was drawn into Wally's eyes. They were a beautiful lilac color. I felt as if I would drown in them if I looked for any longer. I moved my hands from my sides and slowly placed them on Wally's cheeks. I squished his face in between my palms.

"Your eyes are so pretty, I feel like I'm being hypnotized."

"Can I hypnotise you to go home?" Wally gave me a small smile and placed his hands on my wrists. He cocked his neck to the side and gave me a concerned look. "How long have been crying for?"

I shrugged my shoulders. I moved my hands down from Wally's face and wrapped my arms around his neck. I pulled myself towards him, and leaned down placing my head in the crook of his neck. I just shook my head instead of responding to the questions. I felt my body losing itself to the warmth of his touch. I heard a chuckle as my eyes began to close.

~(-0-)~

Wally carefully lifted you up from the bar and felt you automatically wrap your legs around his waist, Wally fought back the smirk trying to sneak onto his lips. Luka came out just in time to see you off.

"Ah she became a backpack." Luka came up to Wally and gave your head a soft pat. He refocused his attention to the actor and handed him napkin with pen scribbled on it. He took it and shoved it in his pocket, careful not to move you too much.

"This is her address. It takes 15 minutes to walk there and even less to drive. Text me as soon as you get her home safely. My number is on her phone and she doesn't have a password." Luka's gaze turned serious as he spoke. "If you hurt her, I'll know. I will not hesitate to burn you to the ground. I don't care how cute you are."

Wally felt flattered and threatened at the same time. "Don't worry. She's safe with me."

Luka was correct, it took less that 15 minutes to drive to your place. Pulling up in your driveway, Wally looked at your sleeping face a smirk pulling at his lips. You were snuggled up with his jacket on you curled up against the passenger door. He pulled your phone out from his pocket, you had a cute background picture and no password. Swiping into your phone Wally texted Luka your status while also asking for the location of a spare key. Not a second went by before a response came in. Placing the phone back in his pocket, Wally got out of the car and focused on getting you into your home without waking you.

Setting you down on the couch, Wally fixed his jacket on you, covering your shoulders. You stirred and adjusted to the comfort of the cushions, but did not wake. Wally quietly moved away from you and headed into the kitchen. He grabbed a glass and filled it with water. He sat on the edge of the couch cushion placing the water on your coffee table. He had to admit it, you were an adorable mess. He moved a piece of fallen hair, tucking it behind your ear. His thumb gently caressed your tear stained cheek. You let out a heavy sigh and a smile formed. Wally removed his hand and took out his phone. He took a picture of your sleeping demeanor and set it as your contact picture. He leaned back into your couch with crossed arms and began to close his eyes.

Inspired heavily by the TikTok made by @bloodrediscream. Love your work!!!

Edit 10/30: I changed some things because as I was re-reading this I felt a little cringe. Some scenes are changed. I will be posting this on my AO3 eventually, just to have it all in one spot. Thank you all!

The convention center was vibrant as ever. People in costumes, food stalls, art booths, meet and greets and merch signings. My eyes got lost in all the banners advertising the meet ups for different celebrities, artists, and creators, my smile grew wider as I recognized a few names that I didn't see the last time I checked the schedules.

I felt an aggressive pull on my hand dragging me back to reality. My smile faded as I saw the annoyed look on his face. My boyfriend displayed all sorts of annoyance clearly on his face.

If he's going to have an attitude all day why did he join me? I fought back the urge to roll my eyes and continued forward.

"This is amazing! So many of my favorite creators are here!" I looked up at my boyfriend hoping to rub off some of my excitement on him.

He just looked down at me and shrugged, his face remaining annoyed. I released a heavy sigh and pulled my hand away from his.

"I think I'm going to explore on my own. We can meet back up in a couple hours," I held up my phone while walking away. "Just text me, when you're ready."

I spent the next hour perusing the aisles of all the different booths. There were so many ideas in one spot it would take me the entire week to go through everything. Even with that much time I still have doubts that I'd get through all of it. I felt a vibration in my pocket and took out my phone. I had 3 missed calls and 17 messages. I didn't hold back the eye roll and set my phone to 'Do Not Disturb' after sending a message of where I was. Today will be the last day I'm a girlfriend.

I continue down the aisles and almost bump into a person in front of me. It looked like a line for a free celebrity meet. I felt a little bad for whoever was sitting at the table, but I'll never pass up the opportunity to meet someone famous for free.

The line for this Meet and Greet was insane. There were girls screaming, some crying, all were hoarding the lines to the booth. The person at the end of this line better be worth the commotion, however I can't deny I was getting a little giddy myself the closer to the front I got.

To my surprise the line was moving smoothly. It didn't take long until I could read the banner that said "Welcome Home", each letter having it's own color. The name sounded familiar, I remember reading about a reboot of it happening a little while back. I recalled babysitting for my boyfriend's siblings and how they'd beg for me to put this show on. I racked my brain to remember any specific episode but nothing was coming to mind. It was definitely for kids, but it was one of those shows that give you an eerie feeling when you watched as an adult.

"NEXT" the loud voice shook me to my core. My thought bubble was abruptly popped as I stumbled to move forward. I looked at the security guard as he ushered me to go past the velvet rope he had undone. I felt panic erupt inside me. When did I get to the front? Who am I even meeting? I don't have anything for them to sign.

I tried to calm myself down with deep breathes as I moved closer to the table. My calming methods were immediately ruined as I looked at the man at the booth. I felt blush warm up my cheeks. He was devilishly handsome, I couldn't blame the girls I saw earlier. He had messy blue hair, that had been done up in an old pompadour hair style. His smile was sweet but his eyes…those are a different story. For some reason I felt as if he was looking directly through me, reading my thoughts, trying to uncover my soul. It sent a cold shiver down my spine.

I laughed off my nervousness and tried to avoid his eyes. He cleared his throat and spoke.

"Hello neighbor! Thank you for coming to the meet and greet! Do you have something for me to sign?" He sounded tired. His delivery was perfect almost as if he just started the day and his energy was at it's peak, but I could feel the exhaustion behind it.

"Ah no, sorry. Just wanted to say hello." I do an awkward little wave and notice the photos on the table. I slowly move my hand over it and drag it in front of me. "Can you sign this one for me?" It read "Wally Darling", I was unsure if that was his real name or the name of the character.

"Wally" laughs, trying to help with the awkwardness. I couldn't tell if it was rehearsed or not.

"Do you have a favorite episode of the show?" He asked his voice smooth, each word feeling like a spell.

"Not really. It was always on in passing and I never really paid attention." He didn't respond to my answer just smiled and continued to sign a little note on the picture. "Is Wally your real name or like the character you play? I guess it could be a "That's So Raven" situation but if it is, is Wally short for something?"

I looked back down at "Wally" his confused face making me want to dig a hole to hide in. My eyes widen and I felt my face flush and grow warm. I wanted to rip out my voice box and stomp on it so I could never speak again. Instead the word vomit began.

"I'm sorry, I was just thinking and a thought slipped through." I say trying to laugh off my rambling and get out of this situation. Why hasn't security moved me along yet?

Another laugh came from the table. "Wally" looked like his was genuinely laughing and it was most definitely at me and not with. He wiped a tear from his eye and smiled up at me. "Yes, it's my real name, and no it's not short for anything." He handed me the autographed photo with a smile.

"I haven't seen 'That's So Raven' yet maybe you can show it to me one day." He spoke with an almost flirtatious tone. I was probably looking into it too much. Fake flirting is an advertising tactic.

"Yeah, well, it was wonderful to meet you Wally. You've got a new fan and I'll be binge watching your show."

He chuckled before responding. "Of course it is, I'm delightful, and getting to meet all my wonderful supporters, is always nice." He held out his hand for me to shake and I did so.

The obvious gloating felt deserved when Wally did it. His advertising was working well. When I go home I might actually go watch his show.

"Thank you for time! I look forward to watching you." I felt my body cringe as said the last part. "As in watching you perform." That also sounded weird but I was ready to be out of this situation. I finished shaking his hand and waved before leaving the booth. I wanted to die from embarrassment. Why did I even go up there? I've never even sat down and watched his show in it's entirity. I pushed my hand through my hair to calm my never ending thoughts. I looked at the picture of himself that he signed.

"Show me your smile" - Wally Darling

His signature was perfection, probably due to it being rehearsed. I wouldn't believe he didn't just stamp it on there, if I didn't see him sign it right in front of me. Did I smile at all when I went up there or did I just stand there like a fool? Wait. Why did I care? I'm never meeting him ever again, and I have a boyfriend…for now.

Oh shit! I have a boyfriend. I pulled out my phone, over 30 missed calls. I immediately called him back. He picked up on the first ring, and started yelling at me through the speakers, "why didn't I answer him", "why was I ignoring him", blah blah blah. I held my heavy sigh back and told him where I was. He responded by hanging up the phone. I looked at the ended call for moment before putting it back in my pocket, I guess that means he was coming to me.

A circle started forming and more fan-girling started happening. A bunch of girls surrounded, who I can only assume to be Wally. I walked over to an empty spot in the circle, filling in the front row gap. He appeared to be singing and dancing to Shakira, a mic in his hand and a speaker on the ground.

I was almost surprised at how good it was. Almost. Guess there's a pretty good reason why he's on television. It was a cute sight. I sighed and looked at my autographed photo again. Wally Darling. Show you my smile? I looked up from my picture to see where he had gone, and found him facing towards our general direction. I looked at the picture again before looking back up. To my surprise, he was already looking at me. His eyes were half lidded and as piercing as ever. The cold shiver came back as he looked at me. At least I thought he was. Delusion is a powerful thing. Without realizing it, I followed the command on my autograph and gave him a smile, or his general direction at least.

I shook my head and mentally rolled my eyes at myself. I'm gonna look back on this and cringe later. I began to walk away to find my boyfriend, hoping he didn't get to angry and left me stranded at the convention. At least now though, I can say I met THE Wally Darling.

I see my boyfriend hanging around the booth selling drinks. I begin to head over there, when I I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned around and see Mr. Darling himself standing before me. I gave him a small smile and a confused look.

"Uh hi? Did your meet and greet end?" I looked over him and saw some girls in the crowd confused at where the missing actor went.

"No, but I forgot to add something to your autograph. Couldn't let you get away without it." Wally held out his hand waiting for you to give it back to him.

"Oh. Okay?" I handed him back the photo trying not to linger on the idea of our fingers brushing against each other. "I better get that back, that's proof I met you."

Wally chuckled in response and I watch as he quickly scribbles something in one of the corners. He doesn't hand the photo back and instead he gives me a sly grin.

"So are you single?" He said it with so much confidence that I ignored how bad of a one-liner it was.

"Did you come here by yourself?" He looks at me with those same piercing eyes. I wanted to say yes really badly. Which is awful. I mentally slapped myself to restart my thinking process. It took me a moment to answer but by the time I could string together a sentence, my boyfriend had already found me. He put a hand on my shoulder and tried to look as intimidating as possible. I rolled my eyes and shrugged his hand off my shoulder. I looked at Wally with an apologetic smile.

"No, I'm not."

Wally didn't respond, his gaze was on my boyfriend. It felt sinister like he was trying to kill him with a look. I mentally laughed at the idea. I'm just overthinking things. I nudged my boyfriend in the side, so he would stop this dick sizing contest. Wally finally tore his gaze from my boyfriend and looked at me with a smile. He handed me my photo, with one of the corners folded in. He gave me a quick wink before turning on his heel and heading back to his booth. I turned around and noticed my boyfriend had went back to the drinking booth. I started to walk over to him, and unfolded the corner of my autograph. My internal thermometer broke as I saw the 10 digit number followed by an XO. I folded the entire photo and put it into my pocket.