#I'VE NEVER NOTICED THAT BEFORE BUT IT WAS ABSOLUTELY *PERFECT* FOR THE SECOND GIF
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seven summers
bradley bradshaw x fem! reader
this my first fic in what feels like a century for a completely different fandom. i have been gathering up the courage to do this again, and i've been sitting on this for about two months now. take it easy on me y'all i feel like a sixty year old veteran re-enlisting right now and i have NO idea how to reload my weapon
warnings: absolutely none! well theyre a little sad for a minute but nothing that tumblr can't handle
word count: 5.9k
Loud spaces weren’t really in your list of favorite places. You could tolerate bars more than you could do clubs, though, and your best friend took that into consideration when she planned the night out for you two. The music was loud and the people were starting to get rowdy, but at least no one was grinding on you or begging for a dance. That was always when you would wrap it up for the night, shaking your head at even thinking that it was a good idea.
“Thank you,” you told the bartender, an exceptionally gorgeous older woman who always seemed to have a meddling look on her face. Her hair was lightly waved around her face as she looked you up and down for a second. You thought she was going to say something, but she just nodded at you once with a small smile before you turned away again, facing the crowd of people you were about to delve back into. You were just leaving the bar top with a soda (you were the DD, as always) when you tripped over someone else’s huge shoe.
“Oh, shit,” a manly voice said as you tripped, and hands caught your arm before you fell over all the way. You looked up and saw a blond man in an achingly familiar navy uniform looking down at you, and your eyes narrowed as his eyes grew wide. “I’m sorry.”
His uniform nearly brought you to a scene of painful flashbacks. You knew you were bound to run into attractive men in uniforms so close to a base, but there was an air about this man that made you feel like you were almost running right through the mist, right through the shadow of a man that you once knew, and a man that wore that very same uniform as he walked away.
You loved Alexandra, your friend you met through other friends. The only downside was that she was in the Navy, and that meant that you were almost always surrounded with memories of your ex boyfriend when you were with her. Him and that stupid uniform that stole him away.
“No worries,” you said after a few seconds, smiling at him. “It’s crowded here.”
“Oh, nice tattoo,” he said, and your hand immediately went to your collarbone, where the one tattoo you had rested. It was a nicely done tattoo of a honeybee, a mark of your past. Something you probably should have gotten removed, but every time you tried to convince yourself, you gave another reason to not get it removed. Deep down, you knew why you couldn’t go through with it.
“Thank you, I got it a while ago.” That was all you could say as memories flashed in your mind, but you managed to smile.
“You look really familiar,” he said, and you noticed that he also had an air of confidence to him as well as familiarity. He was an attractive man, almost too perfect. And he had a smile that you knew lured girls in far too often to be completely innocent.
“I’m kinda new to the area,” you said, shrugging your shoulders. “Maybe we’ve run into each other at the grocery store or something? Or if you’re a frequent flier at the hospital.” That happened a lot. People you had never had as your own patients would sometimes recognize you, especially if they were often there.
“Yeah, maybe.” He looked you up and down one more time, almost like he was genuinely trying to figure out what his own mind was trying to remind him, before he nodded his head at you with a small smirk and a toothpick between his lips and left just as quickly as he came. And then your friend was taking his place, jabbering on about something as you tried to clear your own head.
You never wanted to be one of those people that lived in the past, and for the most part, you weren’t. You lived in the moment. You loved to make new memories, find new things to do, and meet new people. You loved meeting new people. However, the problem with meeting new people, especially men, was that there was that one guy from that one specific relationship that you had gotten yourself in that made it feel like everything was all for nothing.
Bradley Bradshaw.
You didn’t even know exactly what it was. You had been in plenty of summer flings that were passionate and fun, but you got over them easily enough. You had met so many people, loved and lost, and they all stuck with you in different ways that all felt sweet in one way or another. But Bradley? There was something about him that stayed with you in a different way. The thought of him kept a lingering taste of something distinct on your tongue.
In a way, he was the biggest waste of time you had ever spent your life on. There were two years that you shared being officially together, but it felt like forever. You should have known he was trouble the second you saw that military-grade mustache, and the confident walk he always had. You should’ve known he would cause you some pain the second his eyes and his smile proved to be a deadly combo. You poured so much love into that man in a short time in the grand scheme of things, and looking back, it was as much of a waste as it was a privilege.
For a while, you prayed for his return. He had broken your heart right before he left for his deployment, but that didn’t mean that you wanted anything to happen to him. You prayed for a while for him to come back safely and then come right back to you, and then that progressed into you praying to never see him again. You wished for his safety, you always would, but you never wanted to hear anything about him ever again unless it was saying that he landed safely back on US soil. After that, you wanted his name to be gone with the wind and buried with the dust of time.
Either way, he was in your thoughts forever and always, regardless of how many summers passed or how many people there were after him, how many you had met to pass the time. And as you stood in the middle of the bar with Alexandra, you were frozen in shock as you realized that you probably manifested the very fighter pilot in front of you.
He had seen you first. He was surrounded by attractive people in uniforms that you knew had to be his friends, and when you caught the eyes of the very blond man that you fell over before pointing at you with the angle of his head, your jaw dropped a bit. The man from earlier looked at you and slapped Bradley on his back, giving a blinding smirk before saying something to him that you couldn’t hear.
You were sure you looked silly standing there, freezing up the second you recognized him with a pool stick in your hand. You felt all the tension in your body work together to keep you as straight as a board. You blinked when your friend nudged you, completely oblivious to the mini panic attack you were about to have, and you swallowed and looked away like it didn’t nearly hurt you to stop looking at him.
You felt like you were drowning.
“You’re not tapping out or anything, right?” Alexandra asked, narrowing her eyes at you. “We’ve barely been here an hour, and you already have that uncomfortable look on your face.”
“What look?” You managed to murmur, completely aware that he was still looking at you. His gaze felt as familiar as it had back then.
“The one where you’re looking for escape routes,” she teased, even though she was starting to look concerned. “You do it all the time. Hey, are you okay?”
“Yeah!” You said, way too loud to be normal. “I’m good.”
You prayed he didn’t approach you. He had plenty of distractions on his side of the room, lots of friends to talk to even though it was obvious they were trying to get him to go over to you. You were hoping that he would never come up to you or look your way again, but you were sick to your stomach when you realized that him walking away would mean he didn’t care nearly as much as you did.
You closed your eyes for a moment as you tried to understand that none of what you were seeing was a dream.
“Hi!” A woman’s voice from behind you said, and you turned around. You saw a woman in uniform smiling politely at both you and Alex, and you assumed that she knew her, but then her attention was on you. “I’m sorry, I just had to come over and say I love your dress.”
You were a simple creature, and one of your fatal flaws was that you were exceptionally friendly. That easily, the tension left your body as you spoke to the woman. You smiled kindly at her. “Thank you! I got it at a thrift store, but you can check the back to see where it’s from if you want!” She grinned at you, and then you saw her eyes wander to your hand.
“Oh, your ring is pretty, too!” The woman said. “When’s the wedding?” She joked, and you laughed. You wanted a big wedding, back then. Back when you could see the groom in your head, imagine the words he would say, and even imagine your first name combined with his last: Bradshaw. But that was nothing now.
“Thank you! You’re so sweet. It’s from my mom though, she gave it to me a few years ago.” She gave it to you, her big, shiny ring that her first husband had bought her just as a gift. Instead of pawning it, you begged her to have it. It had no sentimental value to you at all. It kind of looked like an engagement ring, but you couldn’t bring yourself to take it off. It warded off men for the most part, and it was a piece of her.
“Aw, that’s so sweet. I’m Nat! Most people around here call me Phoenix.”
You grinned at her and shook her hand before telling her your name, and you knew right then that you liked her. She was extroverted, but very polite. Just your type of person.
“It’s nice to meet you.”
“You too!” She smiled at you before she continued her walk to the bar, and you didn’t think anything else of the nice girl in uniform.
The next few minutes went without any issues at all, and you felt like you could ignore the situation at hand and have a good rest of the night with Alex before it was time for you guys to head home.
“Hey.”
You weren’t hearing his voice. You just weren’t. You made your next shot in the game and ignored him.
You could feel him get closer to you, so close you could smell his cologne. Your eyes watered when you realized it was the very scent you picked out for him all those years ago. He still wore it.
You heard a very manly throat clear from beside you, and you realized that he wasn’t going to give it up. “Hi,” he tried again, and you breathed through your nose and finally turned around, looking face to chest at him before you looked up.
He was smiling down at you. He was smiling down at you as if nothing had happened, and no time had passed. You smiled back at first like muscle memory, but then your face dropped to a frown almost immediately. His smile fell, too. He nodded at your friend in acknowledgement, but she was too busy eyeing him up and trying to decide if he was a threat to you or the night to know that he was being friendly.
“Bradshaw,” you said, and his frown got deeper when he realized you called him by his last name. He hated that. You weren’t in the Navy and you had been together, you and he always insisted you reserved the rights to using his real name. Not his call sign, not his last name, but the one his parents had given him. “It’s been a while.”
“Bradley,” he corrected gently, almost like he thought you genuinely forgot, or like you threw out his first name from your personal dictionary. As if you could ever forget a detail about him. That was the blessing and the curse that he left you with. “You look-” he stopped talking for a moment, and you could have sworn that you saw an ocean of fondness in his pretty eyes that shouldn’t have still been there. “You’re still so beautiful.”
Your words felt caught in your throat. You wanted to tell him that his tan made him look beautiful. You wanted to say that he had filled out so nicely, and that his scars still fit his face perfectly. You remembered kissing them while laying in the summer sun and you remembered kissing them under the tiny Christmas tree you guys had bought together and plugged in. You were both so broke it only had about ten ornaments on it, but that never mattered. Never to the two of you. “You… still have that mustache.”
“You always liked it,” he said, a small smile coming back into his expression, but you didn’t give one back.
“So you’ve kept it growing in hopes to run into me?”
“Maybe I have,” he answered, and you blinked at him. He had always had a flirty personality.
You just blinked. “Uh, yeah. That’s nice.” Was it? It was opening every old wound you had ever had. Every wound that was partially healed by another person’s fleeting kisses was being torn right back open by one sighting of Bradley Bradshaw.
“It’s- it’s amazing to see you, how have you been?”
You were becoming more and more confused. How in the hell was he being so chipper? Maybe chipper wasn’t the word, he was being polite. Or, maybe it was that he wasn’t falling apart like you were. How? How was he managing politeness when you were hardly breathing? The thought that he would walk away from the conversation like it never happened made you irritable and defensive at the same time. “Why do you care?”
His brows furrowed, and he was looking at you as if you were saying all the wrong things. “Because I care how you’ve been.”
“Why?”
He took a look at your friend, who was still staring him down. “Uh, can we talk for a second?” He asked, and you pursed your lips together.
“No, she’s good right here,” Alexandra said, and you gave her a small smile.
“No, it’s okay, he’s fine. He’s big, but he’s harmless.” You saw his chest puff up in just the slightest at the mention of his physique, and you rolled your eyes. “We can step outside, but I’m not going home with you.”
“Okay!” He said, a little too loud for the setting, and you fought back a smile at how excited he was just to talk. You squashed the fondness down. “Okay, uh, come with me.”
The second your foot hit the gravel outside, his fingers were touching yours. The touch was innocent, but you still yanked your hand away. He backed away understandingly. “Force of habit, sorry.”
And it was. You remembered his little quirks. You were always pretty independent, and he had always been touchy and protective, so the compromise back then was that he would lay off while you were inside of a building, but he would hold your hand and guide you all he wanted to the second you walked outside.
“I- uh, I wanted to talk about us.”
“The past?” You said, crossing your arms.
“We’ve known each other for a long time,” he said slowly, like he was just then realizing he was treading on very thin ice.
“We knew each other,” you corrected, fully aware of your friend piecing the situation together by the expression on her face, and you gave her a look that held promises of filling her in.
“Don’t be like that,” he said, coming a little closer, and you felt your eyes burn when you smelled his familiar scent even more. Your tradition of buying men cologne that matched their personalities had died after Bradley. It was something you didn’t really understand why you did it yourself, but it was fun, and Bradley loved it. He was the fourth guy you had done it with, and he was the last. It just didn’t feel right with anyone else, and it was simply something else you kissed goodbye when you and Bradley went your separate ways.
“I’m not being any certain way.”
“I would definitely say that we know each other,” he said, a short chuckle dying on his lips, and you could hear the hurt in his voice. “We were together nearly every day for two years. We’d sit on the river and on the beach and talk about everything for hours. We road-tripped cross-country. I remember everything you ever told me back home, and I remember the last summer we had together like it was yesterday.”
You looked back up at him with eyes that you knew had to be full of sadness. “That was four summers ago.”
You saw it set in with him how much time really had gone by. You watched his eyes widen and his lips poke outwards as he breathed out. “Wow.”
Had time really not passed for him as slowly as it did to you?
All you could do was swallow and turn your head away from the breeze. “Yeah.”
“Do you have a boyfriend now?”
Part of you was so thrown by his question and his lack of tact, especially because he had been such a good flirt back then. Maybe time had changed him. “I’m married.”
Immediately, he shook his head with a small smile. “You’re not.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, even though you were enjoying the back and forth. It felt so familiar. “How would you know that?”
“That was the first thing I checked before I came over,” he admitted, and you cocked your head at him. “I looked at your finger and saw the ring before you even noticed me. And then I asked Phoenix to go over to you and make sure it was what I thought it was, and I was right.”
You gasped. You should have known that that stupid nickname was a damn callsign, the glaring beacon of a person that meant that they were a pilot. And pilots were… they were hard to love.
“I knew that if I came over to you, there would be no way I could hold my tongue from trying to win you back, so I had to make sure you weren’t married first, at least. But I’m not even sure that would’ve stopped me,” he muttered under his breath, and you rolled your eyes.
You were still a little bitter over him sending one of his friends to talk to you, and how well he knew you. He knew you never would have responded to a random man the same way you did Phoenix. “How do you know I don’t have a boyfriend?”
“I’m praying.” And then he sighed. “I don’t have anyone either.”
You would have laughed in his face if you weren’t so gutted. “I find that hard to believe.”
“What do you mean?”
“Considering you broke it off so you could run around and meet other girls, I would be very shocked if you didn’t have one with a ring on her finger by now.”
His eyes widened to a size that was almost comical. “What?”
You rolled your eyes at him. “Before you deployed. You know, when you broke up with me so that you could go talk freely with other women.”
His facial expression was so shocked that you almost bought it. He looked genuinely thrown in a loop by your words. “I didn’t break up with you to meet other people, Bee.”
You nearly caught whiplash at hearing your old nickname pouring like straight up honey from his mouth. No one called you that in a long time, mostly because ‘Bee’ was reserved for Bradley after a day he met you in freshman year of college, and you did an entire presentation on conservation of bees with passion that none of the other students had in their slideshows. It was what had drawn him to you in the first place.
“That’s what it felt like.” It still felt like that, four years later.
“No, no,” he said, shaking his head slowly. You hated how handsome he looked even when he was confused. But he had no right to look confused. “That’s not what happened at all.”
Your tone said it all for you as you crossed your arms. “Um, that’s what I remember, Bradshaw.”
He ignored what you called him, but you saw it in his eyes that it still bothered him. “I cut it off because I felt awful that you were going to be forced to wait for me,” he said, taking a step closer, and you saw his sad brown eyes begging you to listen. “We were still so young, you were even younger than me. It wasn’t fair for me to ask you to keep waiting for me, especially because I kept going on dangerous deployments.”
His words were bouncing around in your head. You calculated what he was saying, narrowing your eyes and trying to make sense of how it was changing your entire perspective of what happened, second by second.
“Are you fucking stupid?” You blurted, but he wasn’t surprised. In fact, he looked relieved. You never really made a habit of swearing, not even while arguing, but when you rarely let a word slip, it meant that you cared a lot.
Bradley wasn’t quite sure which way you cared and if it was in a good way or a bad way, but he was determined to change the passion to a way that would benefit the both of you.
“If you want me to be,” he rasped, and you narrowed your eyes at him.
“Did you just say you didn’t want me to wait for you?”
He blinked. “Yeah. You were what, twenty three? Your whole life was ahead of you. It wasn’t fair for you to have to wait for me to come home when you… you’re full of so much life. You had just gotten your dream job at the hospital, and you were so happy. If you were to stick it out with me gone, you would just have to decide between your job and me anyway when I got home. I ended up getting stationed somewhere else not too long after I came back home, just like I knew I would.”
“Bradley, I told you I wanted to travel, anyway. That job was not my forever job.”
“But-”
“I was prepared to wait for- for forever.” It was his turn to look shocked. “I really would have, Bradley. You just never even gave me the chance to. You pulled the rug out underneath me. You didn’t even ask me.”
He ran a hand over his face as the weight of the decision he made for the both of you settled heavy on his chest. “Oh, god.”
“I assumed you were deploying and you wanted to meet new people. I mean, I know that a lot of… you guys are cheaters. The stereotypes are true a lot of the time. I just figured you were sparing me from the cheating and cutting it off before it could get to that point.”
“Oh, god, no.” He shook his head. “You- thought I was cheating on you?”
“Well- what else was I supposed to think?”
“I would never,” he said, using his hands to make a broad “no” gesture. “You’ve always been it for me, ever since we met. There couldn’t have been anyone else, and there hasn’t been this whole time.”
You tried to mask the way you were falling into a puddle at his feet. “You’re so dumb.”
“Is it dumb of me to think you’ll hear me out a little more?”
You rolled your eyes at him, but your skin felt like it was on fire being so close to him again. “You’re plenty dumb, Rooster.”
“You never called me Rooster.”
“Well, I don’t know Bradley anymore.”
“I- why are you saying that?” He asked, and his face grew even more distraught. “You do know me. Nothing’s changed. Nothing is different at all besides the time. I still- there’s nothing that has changed about the way I feel for you.”
“What do you want me to say?” You couldn’t confess your love to him again. You loved him, a part of you always would, but you couldn’t handle him coming out of the blue and telling you everything you had secretly been wishing he would say to you for years. He was coming in like a dream. It was far too good to be true. “We got lost in translation four years ago and there's nothing we can do about it. Unless you and your pilot friends have been smart enough to build a time machine.”
“I would build a thousand time machines if it meant that I could change what I did, I was stupid. I was so stupid.” He stepped closer. “But I never stopped loving you. Not even once.”
A tear ran down your face, and that’s when you knew it was time to go find Alexandra again. “I-I gotta go, Bradley.” Before you could even turn around all the way, he took you by your hips and turned you back around, both pairs of your eyes wide mirrors of the other.
“I have been haunted by the thought of you for four years now,” he said, voice as soft and gentle as the breeze, but the grip he had on your hips was so desperate it almost made you sob. “I haven’t even- I’ve tried, but there hasn’t been anyone else. Not emotionally. Not even close, Bee.”
You couldn’t say the exact same. You tried and succeeded for a time, but they were never complete fixes. Just when you thought you were happy with someone else and free of the clutches of Bradley Bradshaw, he snuck right back. He ripped that rug out from under you every time without fail without even being present. That was your problem with each “relationship”, you were looking for a remedy and closure for a relationship that the next person had no idea about and no obligation to make better.
But you had definitely been haunted by the lack of Bradley Bradshaw. He was there all the time with you in your mind, whether you wanted him or not.
“This,” you said, shaking your head, and judging by the look on his face, he knew he was losing you. “This is a lot.”
“Wait, don’t walk away. I just got you back.”
“I’m not back, Bradley.”
“You’re back in front of me,” he said, and you stopped turning away from him. “That’s all I could ask for. Even if you want nothing else to do with me ever again, I just want to stand here and look at you for one more minute. Please.”
You put your hands over your face the second you felt your eyes start to burn and overflow with tears. You could feel his energy before you even felt his true touch, and the second you felt his arms around you, you broke down.
“I thought- I thought you were so nervous a few days before you left because you were going to propose to me.”
You couldn’t believe the words that were leaving your mouth. You had been so humiliated about jumping to conclusions that you hadn’t even told Alexandra about that part. You never planned on telling anyone that was the reason why you were so hurt, especially not the man who caused you all that pain. It had been sitting heavy on your chest, the humiliation and the sadness alike, for all four summers. You never planned on letting it loose.
But you had already said it.
“You boys get married so fast, and honestly, I was ready. I thought you were nervous because you were going to ask me to marry you, not because you were breaking up with me.”
“Oh.”
“It gutted me so bad when you broke it off. I thought it was going to be the opposite- I thought we were going to start our lives together and then you just…” you looked down at the ground as you tried to swallow back down the memory, even though everything was coming back so strong. “It was gone, that fast. And I realized I loved you a lot more than you ever loved me, obviously.”
“That's not even close to being true,” he said, shaking his head rapidly. “You can ask any of the guys I shipped out with. I was fucking miserable the whole time. And I know you don’t know the new guys I’m with, but this new squad even knows that there’s nobody else. You’re the one that got away.”
“You let me go,” you corrected, and he smiled sadly.
“Because I loved you.”
“That’s so fucking dumb,” you said, but you couldn’t stop yourself from getting closer to him. “That’s for fairytales, stupid.”
You felt yourself leaning into him, and he was letting you. His body language was inviting you in. You could see it in his eyes and you could feel his hands trembling as he moved them from your waist to hover over your back, like he was ready to pull you into him the second you gave in. You knew it was only a matter of time before you did give in, and the longer you felt his hands hover over you like you were stained glass, the more you craved his familiar, burning touch. You felt the pull to him like you were magnets. Like he was the sun and you were Icarus. You were the moth to his enticing flame, but he had always seen you as a butterfly. You were terrified to get burned for the second time, and fall from grace all over again.
“That one pilot said he recognized me,” you blurted, and you felt his eyes on you even though you couldn’t look at him. “I’ve never met him before, have I?” You might have. You used to know a lot of his old friends. He shook his head. “How did he know me?”
Without hesitation, his answer came. “I have pictures of you in my cockpit.”
That was what threw you. “What?”
“Most pilots keep photos of important people in their cockpit. It reminds them to fly safer. In the worst cases, it’s so that they can see a glimpse of family before they go down.”
Your heart was soaring so high that it was breaking with the pressure of it. “You have a picture of me in there?”
He had absolutely no shame about it as he nodded his head firmly. “Yeah, I have pictures of you. In my cockpit and in my locker.” Were you his screensaver, too? You didn’t know.
But you were in his locker. It made your heart flutter and it sent you right back to highschool. “More than one?”
“I have so many that my squad recognized you without me even saying anything. Hangman was the one who told me you were here.”
“Oh.”
He kicked the rocks underneath his foot, and then he was squinting back down at you. “You thought- you thought I was going to ask you to marry me?”
Just like that, your soaring, cracking heart plummeted again. “You don’t have to rub it in, Bradley.”
“No, it’s not that at all. I just- you would’ve said yes?”
“Of course I would have said yes, stupid.” You ignored how his eyes lit up and turned your body away with crossed arms. He was always so expressive, even when he didn’t want to be. “But that was a long time ago.”
“Not too long,” he rushed, and you shook your head.
You fought the urge to roll your eyes, especially because it was mostly to get the tears away. “It was a while ago, Bradley.”
“There’s no amount of time apart that would make me not want to be with you, Bee.”
Your head swiveled to him upon hearing your nickname from him again. “It- it doesn’t just work like that, dude.”
“Why not?”
“We were stupid back then. We lived off of blind faith and a whole lot of hopes. It doesn’t work that way anymore.”
“We make our own rules, that’s the glory of being adults.” He took your hands and you faced him, and the hope in his expression nearly floored you. “Who said we can’t pick up where we left off?”
You scoffed, even though you weren’t even close to laughing. “You’re crazy.”
“Crazy about you, but you’ve always known that,” he said with a smile. “You’ve always known how to work with it, too.”
For a moment, you felt a glimmer of hope and you felt the whisper of a smile come onto your face. And then you crashed again, and he must have seen it all over your face because his own smile went away and was replaced by concern. Before he could even ask what happened that fast, you threw your face into his chest and wrapped your arms around him.
He held you back just as quickly, and you knew he had been waiting for you. He smelled like home and he even felt like it, and when you opened your eyes all you could see was that stupid, loud Hawaiian print.
“I-if we do this again you- I can’t handle it if you leave me again. I couldn’t take it. Please, Bradley.”
“Don’t you even worry about that,” he said firmly, holding you so close that it felt like the two of you were physically molding together. “If you give me the chance, I want a shot at forever.”
You pulled your wet face away from his shirt and looked up at him as your heart raced in your chest. “Huh?”
He stared down at you for a moment, and you could see in his ever-expressive eyes that he was thinking about saying something to you that was about to change everything. “I fully intend to become your husband when we’re ready, if you let me. Just the way you wanted, and the way I’ve always dreamed about. I’m not going anywhere.”
The logical part of you knew that he was being ridiculous. Bradley was nothing if not overzealous, nothing if not reaching for goals that were just short of being unattainable. He was the version of Icarus that always managed to get back to earth safely by the skin of his teeth. He always put the cart before the horse, but somehow he always managed to get there.
So, you knew he was being serious. As crazy as he sounded, he was.
“Do you really mean that?” You didn’t have to ask that question. In fact, the words felt like acid on your tongue, but your heart pressed you to ask it anyway.
“Nothing could get me to leave you again, especially not my own stupidity.” He was holding you even tighter. “I promise.”
You were going to hold him to that with the same intensity that he held you with.
*****
oh boy.
so this one i’ve been sitting on forever and i’m tired of looking at it, but i have nothing but love for this fic that is pulling me out of a writing slump. i wrote it out of pure love for rooster though so i felt like i had to share it!! also- this comes from two main things;
two songs (“7 summers” and “ ‘98 braves” by morgan wallen) and then me being dumb enough to get involved with a military man of my own. he’s been gone for a while so i’m manifesting he comes back soon. anyone who is thinking about getting with a person- especially man- in the military (i can only speak for the united states military bc that’s where i’m from), you better be tough. i know they look good. i know they have this energy to them- trust me i’ve been obsessed since i was like 15. way before top gun maverick. but if you’re gonna be stupid, you better be tough 💀💀💀 and if you need any guidance to being stupid, i’m always here!!!
if you’re new here thanks for stopping by and checking it out! if you’re from an old fandom of mine but read it anyways i love you so much, it means a lot. 💕💕💕
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Ktober 2023 Day 1- Overstimulation
Pero Tovar x fem!reader
Word count- 1.3k
Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), f receiving oral, established relationship, reader wears a corset and is a waitress, no use of y/n
Notes- Starting the month off with an idea I've had in my drafts for some time so it's the perfect opportunity to use it! Prompt list made by me! Enjoy!
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The tavern bustled with life and laughter, and you hurriedly ran drinks to the many tables. Men eyed you up and down as your tightly fit corset accented your body perfectly, but you paid them no mind. You just filtered back enough to get them to leave you a little something extra in the way of coin when they left. No, there was only one man you wanted to share your bed with.
And he just walked through the front door.
“Señor Tovar,” you purred as you sauntered up to him, “What will it be tonight?”
He smirked as he rested a hand on your hip, “You, querida,” his tone was low as he eyed the other men who had jealousy clear on their faces.
“This way,” you set down your drinks and slid your hand in his, leading him upstairs…
“Ay… Fuck… Pero…” you moaned as the mercenary laid comfortable between your parted legs. In private, you were on a first name basis, among other things.
It took Pero no time at all to strip you of your garments, and he quickly became an expert at unlacing your corset. It was something he was particularly proud of. Pero growled as you laid bare for him, spread out on the bed with your legs parted, just the way he liked it, and he wasted no time in diving in.
There were few things Pero enjoyed more than eating you out. He spent hours between your legs, licking and sucking you until you cried for mercy and begged him to stop. The taste of you was the sweetest nectar he had ever had, and from the first moment his tongue touched your pussy, Pero was addicted.
“You taste so good, querida,” he purred in that tone he saved only for you.
Heat quickly built up in your body as your mind swam in pleasure. You arched your back and moaned loudly as Pero’s tongue flicked and licked at your clit, knowing exactly what spots drove you absolutely wild. His large hands dug into the flesh of your thighs as he kept them parted to allow him better access to your body.
“Fuck!” you cried out as you buried your hands in his hair, “Pero… I’m gonna…”
He groaned into you as you yanked at his thick locks, but he never let up. Pero ran his tongue along your clit over and over again, nodding his head as he pushed you over the edge. His cock twitched as he listened to the screams of your climax- music to his ears. He savored the way your legs shook on either side of his head and you couldn’t hold back your moans even if you wanted to.
Just as you let out a whimper, Pero pulled away with a loud pop and looked at you with dark, lust-blown eyes. He hissed a curse in Spanish as he watched your breasts rise and fall with your heavy breaths as you came down from your peak.
“Que hermosa,” Pero groaned as he waited for you to open your eyes.
When you did, you saw him staring down at you with a look you had never seen before. Sure you saw the lustful gaze in his eyes, but underneath, there was something else… something more. It was subtle, but you had known him long enough to notice slight shifts like that.
But, before you could address, Pero growled and dove back into you, licking at your pussy with renewed fervor. Your head dropped back down to the bed as you screamed even more loudly as he devoured you like a man starved.
Pero used his strong grip to push your legs apart even further, too consumed with need to care about anything other than the taste of you. He felt your legs tremble under his grasp as your second orgasm hit quickly and just as strongly as the first one.
This time, however, Pero did not break away.
He kept going, licking and sucking you as if you were his last meal on earth. He savored your cries, your moans, your whimpers, your screams as you soon came again under his expert tongue. Pero’s cock practically screamed him to fuck you, in need of his own release, but he ignored it. He was completely lost in you, in your pussy, to even think about himself.
It was the first time that had happened to him.
Pero continued his attack on your pussy as he moved one hand to push two thick fingers into you. You bucked your hips and screamed as you felt the calloused digits enter you, hitting your sweet spot inside with accuracy.
“Pero! Ah!” you cried out as you clutched into his scalp for dear life.
He groaned your name in between kissing your pussy as he thrust his fingers in and out of you at a fast and harsh pace. The long fingers hit deep inside you, making you see stars as your eyes rolled back and tears fell down your cheeks. It only took a few more thrusts for you to cum again with another loud scream.
Your body trembled uncontrollably as you came down from your peak, Pero slowing down for a moment to allow you time to catch your breath, “Pero…” you breathed as you sniffled, “I can’t…”
Pero hushed you with surprising gentleness, “Yes you can, querida,” he purred as he slowly thrust his fingers once more, “I am not finished with you yet.”
“Please…” you begged as fresh tears filled your eyes.
Pero whispered your name as he stopped all his movements. He wanted for you to meet his eyes before he spoke again, “I think you can give me one more, querida,” he paused, “Can you?”
You swallowed hard as you caught your breath. Your body felt like it was on fire, and your emotions spiraled in your head from the many consecutive climaxes. But the way Pero looked at you gave you newfound strength. You trust him, after all, and you knew that if you truly had enough, all you had to do was say so and he would stop.
You nodded.
Pero smirked, “That’s my good girl,” he cooed before he dipped back into your pussy.
Instead of a harsh and rough pace, however, Pero was slower, gentler, as if he was making love to you with his tongue. You moaned loudly, your body already trembling under the pressure of his tongue. Tears spilled down your face once more, but they were also different this time. It was overwhelming in the best way, and suddenly you craved more just as he did.
It didn’t take long for your last orgasm to build within you. “Pero…” you sighed as you arched your back, parting your legs as much as you could, offering yourself to him completely.
“That’s it querida,” he praised in between licks and sucks as you fell apart under him once more. Pero savored the taste of you as you gushed into his mouth and squeezed his fingers with your inner muscles. At the same time, you cried out his name and clung to him wherever you could grab. He liked it when you clung to him like that.
When your climax was completely ridden out, Pero finally broke away from you and trailed a line of open mouthed kissed up your body until he took your mouth with his. He swallowed the moan you let out and he wiped away any stray tears as his tongue tangled with yours.
“Thank you for the meal, querida,” Pero smirked as he crashed down onto the bed and pulled you into his arms.
You let out an exhausted laugh, but then you paused, “What about you?” you asked.
“Hush, querida,” he murmured, “You need your rest first.”
A smile lit up your face, though Pero couldn’t see it from the way he held you; underneath all the tough and gruff exterior, you knew that Pero Tovar had some kindness in him. But, what you didn’t know was just how much fondness he held for you. Perhaps someday he would tell you out loud. Until then, Pero’s actions spoke loudly enough, and that was just fine for both of you.
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prompt 56 & 108 for pedri?
Favorite Torres Sibling~Pedri Gonzalez
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his jawline in that gif tho-
i miss my baby so much I just want him to be back
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56-"mate, that's my sister!"
108-"what is your fucking problem?" "the problem is that I think I'm in love with you, and I am absolutely terrified!"
y/n was the sister of the famous Ferran Torres. But she wasn't as famous as him. She had never met his teammates from Barcelona or Spain.
Ferran had convinced her to finally go with him to one of his training sessions to meet his mates. He knew or thought that none of his teammates would try to make a move on her. He also knew that she wouldn't go with a footballer who goes with a different girl every night.
However, after meeting Pedri everything changed. y/n's opinion in footballers had changed. She saw Pedri as the perfect guy. The one who is always ready for commitment and would treat his girl right.
She never had the guts to admit to him though. So she preferred staying friends with him so she can stay on the safe side. But when her feelings were getting in the way, she knew she had to stay away from him
"do I have to come? I've went to more than 10 training sessions already." y/n whined as she trailed behind Ferran who was walking to his car
"Me, Pedri, and Gavi are going to have breakfast after practise and you're coming with us. Its sad seeing you at home all day without friends" Ferran got in the driver's seat and she got in the passengers seat
"I have friends" she huffed crossing her arms over her chest
"oh yeah? name someone that you still talk to other than Gavi and Pedri" he smirked when she rolled her eyes knowing he had won the argument
At training, Pedri couldn't keep his eyes off y/n who was sitting on the one of the benches with her notebook in her hands.
Ferran noticed that Pedri wasn't focused on training but on something or someone else. He moved his gaze towards Pedri's eyes direction to see him looking at his sister
He furrowed his eyebrows and walked closer to his teammate
"mate, that's my sister!" he said snapping Pedri out of his thoughts
"uhh I know?" he said confused on why Ferran just said that
"I know that you know. what I'm saying is stop looking at my sister like you want to take her out or something"
when Pedri didn't reply, Ferran's eyes widen and went straight to Pedri's face, who was slightly blushing
"no way...you like my sister!?" he said a bit too loudly making a few of the other players look at them
Pedri put his hand on Ferran's mouth, and glanced over to y/n to see if she heard or not...and thankfully she wasn't looking so she probably didn't hear him
"yeah...yeah I do but not everyone on the team has to know. and mostly not her" he whisper/yelled to him before removing his hand from his mouth
"well good luck in that...she's a tough one" Ferran shrugged before walking away
Pedri let out a sigh and looked at y/n for the last time before he continued his practice
Time Skip
Pedri noticed that y/n was avoiding him, even when they were sitting in the same cafe and on the same table.
She wouldn't even glance at him and didn't say anything all breakfast
"you alright y/n? you haven't said anything since we came here" Gavi pointed out making y/n glance at Pedri for a second before looking down and her food
"yeah yeah I'm fine, just tired" she mumbled, poking her food with her fork
Another Time Skip (last one I promise)
Pedri dropped of Gavi before driving over to Ferran and y/n's house.
He parked his car in front of their house and y/n quickly tried to get out
"can you stay here for a bit? I want to talk to you" Pedri said turning around to look her in the eyes
He saw her hesitate for a bit
"please?" he said in a desperate voice. She nodded slightly and sat back
Ferran smirked before mumbling a low 'use protection' and getting out of the car
"what's wrong with you today?" Pedri asked quickly, his voice showing anger and rage
"what do you mean? I said I was just tired" she said confused about why he suddenly became angry
"no no. that's not what I asked. why were you avoiding me all day? you think I didn't notice your actions?" he said slightly yelling
"calm down!" she yelled back trying to stop him from yelling at her
"I'm not gonna calm down until you tell me whats wrong" he snapped back making her shake her head
"nothing's wrong Pedro" she mumbled avoiding his eyes that were burning through her face
"tell me!" he snapped again making her look at him.
She had tears in her eyes and was trying so hard not to tell him
She shook her head again as one tear slipped from her eye
"what's your fucking problem?" he hissed making her snap
"the problem is that I think I'm in love with you, and I am absolutely terrified!" she breathed out
Pedri's face softened as tears started running down her face
"you...you love me?" he asked, his voice barely audible
She nodded and wiped the tears from her face
"I'm sorry Pedri. I have to go. good night" she mumbled, opening her door or trying to open it
Pedri grabbed her wrist making her look at him. He hopped to the backseat and grabbed both of her hands in his
"I love you too" he mumbled, brushing some hair from her face
She shook her head and avoided his eyes
"no you don't. I don't want you to feel forced to say so. its okay if you don't love me. I'll get over it, but please don't lie because you feel bad" she said with a sad smile
Pedri smiled, before attaching his lips to hers. Their lips moved in perfect sync making him smile into the kiss.
He pulled away and rested his forehead against hers
"is that enough to prove that I love you?" he whispered, his eyes closed but he had a smile on his face
She hummed lowly, a smile also finding its way to her face.
" I love you" he mumbled, pressing his lips against hers once again
"took you long enough!" a voice from outside said making them pull away
Ferran was standing there with a wide grin spread across his face
They smiled before looking at each other again
"stay the night?" she asked.
He nodded and pecked her lips once again
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Can we get a part 2 to Confesion, please? Smut part
Confessions Pt. 2
Part 1 available HERE
While he was taking off your dress, you started to feel self conscious wondering with how many models he's been before..what if he thinks you're ugly?
Pablo seemed to notice your discomfort stopping his movement and moving up to look into your eyes.
"We don't have to princesa..if you're not ready, I'll wait..I promise" he spoke and your heart melted at his kind words but you wanted it..badly..especially now that he was finally seeing you as more than just his friend.
"No..um..I'm just..I've never done it before..and I don't know how to.." you said a little embarrassed that you just admitted to your best friend that you were indeed a virgin with absolutely no experience.
"I knew that already princesa..it's okay..I'll show you everything" he said and you smiled when his lips met yours and he kissed you passionately.
"Also..um..I don't know if you'll like my body..because it's not really toned or.." you started but he shut you up with a strong kiss that made your head spin.
"Shut up and let me enjoy you preciosa..your body is perfect" he spoke starting to kiss down your chest unhooking your bra and sucking on your tits while his hands roamed up and down your sides.
"Don't you ever speak badly of this precious body again..now that it's all mine, it will only earn praise" he spoke while kissing down your stomach toying with your underwear while you threw your head back at sudden need for more.
'now that it's all mine'...fuck! his words were driving you mad!
"Hips up princesa.." he said and you obliged following obediently his orders and no longer feeling self conscious...Pablo knew how to make you feel like an absolute goddess under his fingertips.
"Oh my god nena..you're soaked..is this all for me huh..all for your Pablito?" he spoke and you moaned when his fingers explored your folds playfully making your toes curl in response.
"Y..y..yes P..Please!" you moaned and he smirked moving closer and resting his chin against your clit while looking straight into your eyes.
"Please what princesa?? What do you want me to do to you huh??" he spoke knowing how shy you got but wanting to hear those words leave your precious lips nevertheless.
"I want you to touch me..um..please touch me Pablo" you said shamelessly completely submitting to him and he enjoyed every second of it.
"Mmm good girl..but I'm not just going to touch you tonight princesa..I'm going to drive you mad" he spoke before his lips met your core and he started devouring you like a starved man sending your body into the most perfect spasm.
"Moan for me! Don't hold it back! I want to hear you after years of dreaming about it.." Pablo said and you got even more turned on that he admitted having wet dreams about you since you had those about him for years as well. You moaned his name like a charm as he got you close to your edge.
You felt scared of cumming..grabbing his arms which were rested on your legs keeping them spread and he looked up at you checking if you were alright.
"I..um..I feel strange Pablo.." you were completely red when you said that but he continued to nibble on your clit while his hands dug into your inner thighs.
"It's alright preciosa..I promise I've got you..just let go for me" Pablo's words sent vibration to your core sending you off the edge as your thighs shook and you came undone on his tongue while he sucked you off dry.
"You're still shaking..awe..so sensitive" Pablo's praises echoed in your head while he kissed your inner thighs that were still spasming under his touch making him proud.
"Look at the mess you made princesa" Pablo said referring to the wet spot on the sheets and you felt embarrassed never really experiencing anything like it before.
"Um..I'm sorry..I.." you were interrupted once again when he moved up still resting between your thighs and kissed your lips passionately.
"Shh..it's a compliment preciosa..means I'm doing a good job" he spoke kissing your lips again before moving to leave some wet kisses and clear marks on your neck while your hand went into his hair.
You were quickly turned back on when he started biting on your neck leaving his marks while whispering dirty things in spanish into your ear (fuck! just imagine!!!!).
"Vas a ser una chica tan buena para mi.."
"Te voy a follar tan bien que me sientas por la mañana!"
"Me estás volviendo loco nena! ¡Quiero estar dentro de ti tanto!"
When Pablo pulled off his boxers, you were scared once again. Fuck he was huge! All those players messing with him about his size had no idea what he was hiding underneath those shorts.
"It's alright princesa..it will fit I promise..and I will take it very slow tonight" he spoke noticing your worried face before grabbing your hand and wrapping it around himself hissing in response.
You started to slowly stroke him like you've seen before in those adult videos and hearing him moan in response felt so rewarding..it meant you were doing a good job.
"Am I doing good? Am I making you feel good Pablo?" you ask with red cheeks and he smirks pulling you close and crashing his lips into your passionately while laying you down and getting comfortable between your legs.
"You're doing so good mi princesa buena..I'm so proud of you bonita" he said while opening the condom and getting ready himself before moving his tip to my opening.
"It's gonna hurt a little bit..but we will take it very slow..and you can always say when it's enough okay? I want you to feel safe with me princesa" Pablo said while positioning himself and you nodded your head leaning in wanting him to kiss you as a distraction and he did while slowly slipping inside of you.
It definitely hurt more than a little but knowing it was Pablo who was with you in that moment and the way his kisses felt almost made you forget about the pain.
"You're doing so good..my good little girl..I've wanted to make you mine every time you would sneak into my bed at night..I wanted to hold you close like this and feel you pulsate around me" Pablo groaned at the last part moving a little further but very slowly letting you adjust along the way.
"Ughh..mm..me too.." you menager to answer whining when he moved further signaling him to stop and kiss you some more until you comeptlely relax.
"Ohh..um..aah..I'm s..sorry" you felt bad for taking too long but seeing Pablo's eyes you knew that he didn't mind that one bit.
"Shh...we have all night princesa..take your time..your body is adjusting to me and slowly letting me in..just relax and give me besitos..buena" he said while continually kissing you and before you knew it your body relaxed and he was completely inside of you making you both see the stars at the new pleasurable sensation.
"Mmm it's so good..I never want you to stop" you were overcome with pleasure as each stroke hit all the right spots and made your whole body pulsate in response.
"F..fuck..it never felt like this..y..you're so perfectly tight..and all mine..joder I'm close princesa!" Pablo groaned enjoying the way you were holding him like a vice as you both rode our your highs in union.
After you both calmed down and got clean and dresses, Pablo pulled you into a tight hug and cuddled you to sleep.
"This doesn't mean we're no longer best friends Pablo!" you said and he chuckled kissing the top of your head and then your lips when you looked up.
"Of course not princesa! It only means our sleepover will be happening more often now nena..;)" he winked and you slapped his chest although that was exactly what you had in mind. ;)
I hope you liked :)
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hiiiii I love your agere fics with Luci so much and I was wondering if maybe you would be up to writing a fic with caregiver Brienne and little reader (preferably gender neutral with they/them pronouns if that's okay)? I haven't been able to find any on here (*ToT)
I was thinking something like a little night time thing with lots of comfort (and no big hurt please)
Maybe something like these but it's really fine if you don't use them I'd be happy either way really
https://www.tumblr.com/cg-pup/720860299458199552/come-here-sweetie-i-know-youve-been?source=share
https://www.tumblr.com/corixal/710834902156935168/nighttime-smallness?source=share
I'm sorry this ask is so long I've never requested anything before and I know you don't really write much these days and it's really okay if this idea isn't something you like or feel comfortable with or really just don't have the inspiration for. If possible could I be 🦦 anon if you do maybe write this? Thank you bye bye
Small space
Brienne of Tarth x little!reader
A/n: I’ll be honest this had me a little stumped for some reason. I wasn’t sure how to try and make sense of it in the GOT universe and then kinda realized I don’t rly have to. Also trying to make all the cgs not act/be the same when I write them.
Warnings: tiniest mention of food (fruits), nothing else.
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When you first introduced your ‘small space’, as you and Brienne decided to call it, you were afraid she was going to believe it was something odd, or weird. Which now that you think back on it, was a little foolish to think of for Brienne of all people.
You tend to do most your regressing at night, which was luckily the perfect time for Brienne to also be home and take care of you.
After a particularly long and exhausting day, you returned home to find out Brienne had actually arrived before you, which was something that happened rarely if ever.
She seemed to have already settled at home, being changed out of her usual armor and into more comfortable clothes.
Deciding to give her a bit of a surprise, you didn’t say anything as you walked into your home and snuck up behind her.
Brienne all the while knew you were coming up behind her. She noticed you the second you arrived home, after all no good knight would be so easy to sneak up on, but she let you have your fun with it regardless.
As you came up behind her, your arms wrapping around her torso. She feigned surprised, you knew, but loved it all the same. “Got you.”
“Sure you did. Come, let me give you a proper hug.” She spoke quietly, a precious smile on her face as she turned around and pulled you in close.
Immediately you melted into her embrace. Apparently it was more needed than you realized. She looked down to see you burying yourself against her, closing your eyes with a big sigh. And her eyes immediately softened.
Her strong arms wrapped ever so gently around you, keeping you warm and close. “little one.. are you tired? do you think we should get you all ready for bed?”
It was like she could read your mind. Instantly, your head shot up to look at her as you nodded quickly, remaining clingy at her side. Brienne always found it adorable when you acted like this. Of course she wasn’t glad you were feeling tired or drained, but as long as she could help it would be all okay.
She made quick work of getting your sleepy self all ready for bed. Firstly helping you change into more comfortable clothes, lending you some of her own, which fit you like a gown. Something you both loved because it made you feel even smaller.
She sighed, remembering one thing and going out of your view for a moment, “just one second, my darling. I’m missing something.” leaving you to worry and pout over her absence. After she took longer than just two minutes to come back, you stubbornly decided to follow after her. You caught her mid-way as she was already on her way back with a small plate of fruits! Your absolute favorites too.
“You don’t have to have them all, but at least a few. Just so you have something in your tummy before sleep.” She offered gently. Her sweet behavior was always quick to convince you. Plus, how could you miss out on your favorites?
You happily nodded and took the plate, with a cheerful, “Thanks you mama!” Making her smile.
Every passing minute Brienne took notice of your sleepy state. How you’d gently rub your eyes even when she constantly insisted you didn’t because it could hurt your eyes, how you seemed zoned out as you watched her scurrying around to get everything ready for bed just perfect so you could rest with ease.
After a few minutes you were all done and even sleepier than before. Brienne was quick to put the plate away and pick you up, bringing you into bed.
“Tough day, wasn’t it, my princess?” She asks softly as she sits on the bed and pulls you into her arms again.
Nodding, you quickly cuddled yourself up as close to her as you possibly could. Feeling completely safe and protected in her arms.
“It’s alright now… I’ve got you, and I’ll make sure my little one sleeps soundly.” She said as her hands gently brushed through your hair, helping you to sleep. It didn’t take long at all, given how tired you already were.
As she watched over you, half her mind was nagging her, maybe she should’ve asked more about your day, rather than letting you just leave it at the fact it was exhausting. On the other hand, maybe it’s a conversation best left for later, when you’re well rested and feeling older.
But every bit of that worry slips as she looks down at your restful self once again. Brienne smiles softly as she sees you so peacefully drifted off to sleep in her arms. She made the right choice.
#🦦 anon#brienne x little!reader#gwendoline christie#got brienne of tarth#brienne of tarth#brienne x reader#brienne of tarth fluff#game of thrones brienne
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Alcohol is Toxic as well
Charles Leclerc x Fem!reader
Warnings: a lot of swearing cuz that's my fav thing to do.... ahm idk just like oh google translated French, Its a big one and I've been working on it for a while so I don't remember!
word count: around 8K
so its enemies to Lovers but also their toxic friends who are friends but just always fight and kind of are very nasty to each other yep yep yep!
nice.... (also rly bad grammar I think, nobody proof reads this)
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It was as if we we're just meant to like each other.
Both of our Families we're high in status so it was just natural that we had to spend a lot of time in the presence of rich people.
Wearing the right clothes and The right smiles, It was rather a surprise for my Mother when she heard the absolute disliking I took in The Leclerc boys.
Arthur and Charles the most since Arthur was just always repeating what Charles was doing and oh gods Charles was so irritating.
Enzo wasn't. But since I already Disliked two I went for the three while talking.
Sooner or Later My mother made me wear the Ferrari colours and stand in the paddock and having to watch the races so everybody knew that we we're connected of sorts.
She wanted me to marry rich and in High status so she could be happy.
Me and Charles we're different, he liked car's and I like Quiet study sessions so we simply didn't get along very well, but we had to spend a lot of time together as my mother and his mother we're basically best friends even though they we're two completely different people.
But it wasn't as if we didn't talk, we talked a lot, me and Charles the most since we we're about the same age and it was easy to talk with him, to sneak out at a gathering and get drunk on a rooftop talking about our lives as if we weren't screaming the dumbest insult at each other five seconds earlier.
It was an understandment that even though we didn't like each other we we're in the same boat both holding our heads high and smiling when the camera was in our face.
But Charles family was supportive, I loved his mother almost more than mine, but i couldn't since she wasn't my real mother.
My parents always needed me to be the perfect Daughter, I was the middle child before me came the Golden Boy who went on as a doctor and below me came the baby Boy who sailed the world and did whatever he wanted with our parents money but never got scolded for it.
I stayed. not that I wanted my parents we're cruel... or rather strict, They words stung almost harder than they're open palm even though my mother hasn't dared to lay her hands on me. at every gathering I liked having the Leclerc family there, for Charles mother to pull me into a hug, for all three of the boys to kiss both of my cheeks with a smile and for Charles to notice my exhaustion.
"You look wonderful" Charles handed me another glass of champagne.
We we're on a yacht in Monaco, a weekend before the race. The Stroll Family had organised some of the upper class people to attend it and My mother couldn't miss the opportunity to show of her new earing's, she looked beautiful as always.
"Thank you" I took a sip and we watched as Arthur and Lance talked.
The boy was talented and attractive. Just maybe I could try...
"Do you like him?" I ask Charles and he raises an eyebrow.
"As a driver I mean? Lance? He seems nice-"
"Very nice. He's naïve" Charles agrees and I roll my eyes as Charles takes out a whisk of Alcohol and pours some into my empty glass of champagne.
"How's University?" Charles asked.
"Fucking boring. I've been stuck on like five paragraphs and I have to attend this stupid Party rather than go to an actual one on my Saturday evening" I complain and he laughs.
"It does surprise me that you chose law" he says and I frown
"Why's that?" I ask annoyed.
"You just never seemed the type-" Charles started and I rolled my eyes again
"Cause I'm a woman?" This time he rolls his eyes
"No! Oh my god you always have to do this!"
"Maybe if you weren't a sexist dick-"
"I was ten! And I was simply surprised that you wanted to go karting! It wasn't about you being female!" He whispered so he didn't have to scream.
"Well I beat you anyways-" The race of luck I liked to call it.
"You could never beat me now so"
"Yes but the last time we raced I did so be quiet" The pure luck i had in that race was unbelievable.
"I am a literal formula one driver and you have karted twice how could you beat me now?"
"I don't have to beat you again. I already did so it doesn't matter" Charles looked like he was gonna explode.
"Your such a cunt" Charles whispered under his breath and I chuckle.
"Says the raging asshole" I mutter and suddenly I feel a harsh slap on the back of my head.
"Ow!" Charles had already turned to slap the person back just as I did but we both turned away as it was Enzo.
"Y/n your mother told me to tell you that if she see's you roll your eyes again she will kick you out of the house and Charles Mamon said that if she see's you insulting her again she will also throw you out of the house-" Enzo had that strict look on his face but me and Charles glanced at each other
"I don't live with her anymore-"
"Me neither"
"Both of you. Be nice and fucking smile."
"Yes." I whisper and Enzo leaves.
"You wanna ditch?" It was maybe thirty seconds after Enzo told us to be nice.
"Yeah. You got you car?" We slowly made our way to the stairway only to be greeted by Arthur and Lance.
"Hey- oh Lance its nice to meet you I'm y/n I'm sure Leclerc has mentioned me?" Charles pressed his lips into a thin line.
"Yes... nothing nice I believe" I glare at Charles.
"Snitch" Charles mumbles
"We'll he's simply always embarrassed because i am a better driver." I laugh it off and Charles roll's his eyes.
"So not true do not believe that-"
"I have a video? Dm me on Instagram and I'll send it to you? Maybe we can talk more on there as well?" I flirt my way in a circle so that now the two boys were in our spots and we we're at the staircase.
"Oh- yeah sure?" Lance smiled like a puppy.
"No. Your not getting her socials. Arthur take him away." Charles put his hand on my waist and pulled me away and off the boat.
"Hey! I was getting myself a date?" I push his hand off.
"Your not dating another driver on the grid!" He objects and I push him away.
"And why not?" I walk on the pond until I reached the side walk going into the harbour.
"Because your mother won't allow it- come on I'll drive you home? Or anywhere come on?" I pushed him away.
"Leclerc fuck off, I'm calling a Taxi it's fine" I hated when he did that. Interfered in a perfectly fine build up.
"Stop being a bitch and come with me" he grabbed my wrist
"Oh I'm being the bitch?! You always fucking do this and I'm so not putting up with it"
"Y/n I will literally drag you come on"
"Don't you dare" We've been in this situation before, if he pissed me off he would always make me go with him anyway and either walk me home or drive me home or drive me to his place it was all the same.
"Are you coming?"
"No go away." I try to take my wrist away but he pulls me closer and there it is again. When he is close and for a second I forget all the insults and stupid remarks he makes, all the pranks and games he's played on me. All of the rumours he made up and all of the harsh slaps i got because of him. In a second where he is so near its almost frightening me.
"Please y/n? I'll drive you home and you can sulk and cry about how much your parents hate you there." But it only lasted a second.
"You fucking asshole" I slapped him
"Let me go or I'll scream" I've slapped Charles plenty of times and every time he looked like he wanted to straight up punch me back but he never did.
"I will literally choke you to death" I couldn't help but laugh.
"I really didn't think of you as the kinky type Leclerc" I chuckle and Charles rolls his eyes.
"Come on" He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me to his car.
It was funny how i never got interested in formula one over the years or racing of any sorts, even though I had to attend a good amount of the races.
"My mother is calling" Charles informed me about ten minutes into the drive.
"Yes Mamon" I looked in the backseat to see the duffle bag of Clothes
"Charles where are you two? Y/n moth is about to explode in anger, reporters came and you two are nowhere to be found" I chuckled while i got some boxers and one of Charles shirts out of the bag.
"Yeah Y/n got sick so we had to leave? I told Arthur to tell you" Charles raised his eyes brow at me as I put the shirt on and took the dress off beneath it.
"What its uncomfortable?" Charles looked way embarrassed as his eyes glued to the road.
"Noh Chére, Arthur ne nous a pas dit" and there was the French again.
"mère j'emmène Y/n dans mon appartement elle va bien" I heard his Mother frown
"S'il te plaît?"
"Fine, I'll tell her mother something"
"Mercy"
"Mercy Pascale!" I shout into the phone and Charles chuckles as he puts the phone away.
"What did you tell her?" I ask and Charles shrugs.
"Your coming to my apartment because your sick we can get drunk and watch a movie?"
"Do you maybe have....?" Weed brownies, It was Pierre's recipe and the first time I had them I wanted to merry Pierre.
"I can't I have a race next weekend" The stupid FIA and their stupid drug test...
"Yes but do you have?" Maybe it was mean but it wasn't my fault that Charles became a driver
"I do and yes you can have some" I smiled at him tossing the rest of my clothes in the back.
"Thanks gods its night or people will think we fucked" Charles says after it got dark.
"Hah?" I look up from my phone putting my legs up.
"Your dressed in my old shirt and my boxers what would you think?"
"That their comfortable" I remark and he smiles.
"Can you put your seatbelt on?" He asks after another beat of comfortable silence
"Are you worried about me?" I can't help but smile.
"No we're about to pass The police." I roll my eyes putting the seatbelt on.
As we get to his apartment my mother calls me.
"Are you absolute mental?!" Charles leaves me alone in the car.
"You cannot just leave! I will talk to you Father!"
"Mom Just- I was sick and I'm at Charles I'm sorry I should've told you? " I tried to avoid arguing with her.
"I'm still here so I won't talk about this now but your going to the race next weekend and I won't tell you father about your stupidity"
"Yes yes. Mom Leclerc is waiting I've got to go ill talk tomorrow" Charles was waiting he opened the door for me and helped me out giving me his coat so I wasn't completely naked in the street.
"Thanks." I mutter And he lets me hold onto his arm noticing my unstable state.
"How much did you drink?" He asks and I shrug.
"I had like three shots before I got on the yacht" I mutter.
"Why didn't you tell me I would've drove slower I don't want you throwing up on me."
"I'm not gonna throw up on two shots of vodka Leclerc" He opens the door for me and I enter his apartment.
"Never say never" Charles mutters with a laugh.
"I'm just annoyed at my mother" I explain and jump up on the counter while Charles gets me a glass of water as well as a shot.
"You're being nice today?" I take the shot
"Had a rough week" He says and I smile.
"What movie do you wanna watch?"
"Something scary so we can laugh" I ask and Charles takes another shot to survive the night.
"Alright you chose I'll get you your brownies" I jump down and find myself into the couch where I put Anabella on.
The next morning was torture. Not only did this bitch let me sleep on the couch and not bother to put me into the guest bedroom he also left with no breakfast in the fridge.
I cleaned the kitchen from last night's drinking session and took a shower until a friend picked me up with a fresh change of clothes.
The Monaco Grand Prix was the most grandiose GP and Everybody wanted to be the one holding the trophy at the end of the dat.
I arrived at the Paddock at Saturday walking in all black and wearing my sunglasses so people got the hint that I wasn't in the mood to talk.
"Yo! Y/n" Pierre kissed my cheek and I wrap my hands around his neck.
"Hey" I take my Sunglasses off.
"You don't look good.
"I was up late studying. I had an essay to write till today and I forgot about it."
"Come I'll walk you" The alpine boy hocked his arm with mine and walked with me to the Ferrari paddock.
"Leclerc hasn't returned any of my calls since last weekend do you know if he's alright?" I ask and Pierre shrugs.
"Has been running around a lot doesn't really have time to breath" Pierre says and I nod.
"Do you think he will win?" I ask and Pierre sighs
"I mean Ferrari started pretty bad but I think if he gets a good pole position then yes. I believe, also your here" He gives me a gentle smile and i raise an eyebrow
"I'm here?"
"Yeah don't you read headlines? Your like his lucky charm" I stop walking and stare at him puzzled.
"Like he performs better if he knows your watching, He would never admit it but it show's, every time you attend the race he relaxes of sorts because he knows your gonna support him no matter what." Unconditional Love. Pascale told me that one's...
"Its easy for you two to love each other, you don't expect anything"
"So he never has to worry about performing bad which leads to him performing good" Pierre talked as if he didn't just made me realize things.
"Oh." Oh
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you that he will kill me" Pierre laughs it off and I look up to see us standing in front of the Ferrari paddock.
"Don't worry, our little secret as always." He smile's and I bite my lip as I wat for Pierre to leave so I can walk into the Paddock but he stay's which must only mean one thing.
I turn around Charles smiling down at me.
"Hey" he kissed my cheeks and I greet him.
"Hey, how are you? Why haven't you picked up your phone?" I scold him and he rolls his eyes.
"I was busy calm down-"
"I am calm Charles but you can't just ignore me-"
"Hey Pierre" He ignores me greeting Pierre.
"Oh fuck you" I walk away from Charles into the Paddock And putting my sunglasses back on.
Charles got P1. It was rather surprising. The car wasn't that fast but Charles knew how to push its limits.
"Rather surprising" I set in the Paddock as Charles assistant comments on the subject with a down right look.
"Why? Charles is an excellent driver no one should expect less of him" I snap rather angrily and she nods embarrassed.
"I just meant-" Charles enters the Paddock getting out of the car.
"You did good" he walked over to me taking the bottle of water beside me.
"Best I could" He didn't look at me.
"Are you alright?" I reach out but he almost flinches.
"Yes I'm just stressed that's all love, don't worry" He makes sure to look me in the eyes now so that I know he isn't lying.
"Alright, yeah I'll see you tonight? After media?" I ask and he nods.
"Come by? we can have a drink?" He proposes and I nod.
"I'll meet you there" He let's me touch him, A brief second where his fingers brush mine.
In the evening I waited in the lounge for Charles, then i waited in my room, until I went to his knocking on his door.
"Yes I'm coming!" He sounded stressed and when he opened the door he stared at me.
"Shit- fuck I'm so sorry I completely forgot" He was in his boxer's and his shirt was unbuttoned, it wasn't like I haven't seen him naked, we ended up skinny dipping with Pierre and his friends a few year's back but it was always a pleasure.
But gods, he looked like a mess, his face was slightly red and his eyes we're as if he had cried and his lip's trembled when he talked.
"Jesus Leclerc- you look horrible what's gotten into you?" His hair was wet from a shower and i stepped inside reaching to touch his face.
"I just don't think-" he swallowed running his hand through his hair.
"I don't think I can lose this race, I don't think I can" He was having a panic attack. I pushed the door close and took my shoes off.
"Come on" the first time I saw Charles have a Panic attack was after he lost a karting event, I didn't know why it was so important to him since I rarely listened to them talk about the importance of races but I noticed his jittering fingers so I followed him into the cabin an. I tried to get him to breath, Enzo came thankfully and got him to calm down so I left them. Maybe it sounded cruel but I wasn't going to do him good back then since we we're so immature and I might even say I would have used it against him.
"Hey come on you wanna take a bath?"
He likes cold bath's
I tried to remember what I did the last time when I was alone with him like this but it was all gone.
"No I just need to breath" He looked up to the ceiling his eyes we're read, his skin felt hot and his breathing was uneven always taking one faster than he ended the last one.
" come on you need to breath" I lead him to the balcony where we we're met with the chill air and he set down, his hand's came up to his chest and his fingers trembled as he swallowed a sob after the other.
"Oh fuck- I'm so fucking done Jesus y/n I can't do this anymore" He cried out and I rubber my hands over his knees.
"Come on try to breath you fine" I waited until he leaned into my touch to take his hands where i made sure to give him a rhythm, I took his hands up when i wanted him to breath in and pushed them back down when He should exhale.
"Your doing great" I nodded at him and he nodded back.
After fifteen minutes he was calm and quiet.
I got up and got him water with some gin.
"You need a hug?" I ask and he shakes his head.
"Ew y/n" he was fine. I breathed through.
"I should've called Enzo" I mutter as he drinks the water.
"No. Your good." I don't think he was able to complete his sentences that night.
"I'm sorry. I'm really stressed." Short words. He was looking into the night sky trying to find the stars but the lights around us we're to bright.
"Do you want me to stay?" I ask and he find my eyes.
"Yes. Please." He adds and I smile standing up.
"Come on" he took my hand and I lead him to bed where he fell in comfortably.
I looked for his clothes from where i took one of his shirts and changed into them before laying down beside him.
"I am still angry at you" I whisper and he raises an eyebrow
"You couldn't have bothered to put me in the guest bedroom could you?" I ask and I see his faint smile.
"Room's are for people. Not for dogs." I gasp and slap his arm and I can't help but smile when he laughs.
"Gosh I wish I could help you" I whisper and I notice how harsh my words we're.
He didn't seem to mind.
"You are helping me" He says and I smile.
"I hate you with a burning passion" I tell him and he nods.
"Good. At least one thing that doesn't change" He says and I laugh.
"Yeah" He fell asleep first, It was late when I set up and brought my knees to my chest sucking in a shaky breath with a following sob.
It was Hurting me, of course he was an asshole, he did terrible things and made me cry uncountable times.
But I would never wish to have to sit there again, his shaky hands in mine, it was so fucking scary. I felt as if his heart was going to stop any second, His skin felt so cold, His eyes we're losing their pretty colour into a red teary Breath taking pain.
"Fuck" I let my nails dig into my skin.
"Be quiet" He turned around and I scoff returning to reality.
"Fuck off"
"Shut it" He frowned taking the blanket
"Wanker" I fell asleep.
The first time I was interested in a formula one race was in 2020 Baku race where Daniel and Max where on edge, I found myself in a bit of a crush for the Dutch Driver so I paid attention.
The second time was the morning after I had to hold his shaky hands in mine trying to be as steady as possible for him.
The entire race my skin was so itchy, so I scratched it off staining my fingernails.
My mother hated it when i did that but I didn't even notice till the end of the race.
Charles stayed in P1 for 80% of the race, at the start he lost it to Max but quickly got it back when max ran into a wall because his rear end hit the wall.
The second time he lost it was because of a pit stop fail and I swear I was ready to punch the crew member myself.
"Just push a bit" I muttered and he did, he caught up pretty fast as he thankfully changed to soft tires.
When he won My heart skipped a beat, I heard his scream over the radio, It was so full of beauty I needed to breath.
I took the headphones off and waited.
"Y/n Charles asked if you could put the headphones on?" One thing I hated more than Charles was Phone calls (which i got used to) or even worse radio calls (which really wasn't necessary for survival)
"Tell him he can come find me, I'm not talking to him over a radio." I wasn't that desperate was I?
"Yes ma'am" His engineer told the message to Charles and then Looked at me blankly.
"I'm not telling her that" The engineer said into the radio and I smile.
"Did he call me a raging cunt?" I ask and The engineer looks at me in shock
"Yes." He laughs.
"Tell him he can drive into a wall for all I care" I leave the paddock soon after not wanting to be on Charles last person list.
He called me when I got back to my apartment.
"Where are you?" He was clearly in a rush.
"At my apartment?" I asked as if I didn't ditch him.
"Come to the party?" He asked and I laughed.
"I'm not really in the mood-"
"Y/n i just won the most important race in my career put your favourite dress on and get the fuck to the Party or I'm gonna drag you here" His voice was filled with laughter, even though he wanted to sound convincing or demanding he was so over joyed that it was simply impossible for him to be angry.
"Do you want me to pick you up?"
"No, no, you go have fun I'll join you in an hour" He hummed and I Heard the voices around him pulling him away.
"Promise you'll come?"
"Yes. I'll be there don't worry"
"I'll come to your apartment if you don't"
"I'm already on the way" I lie before hanging up and phone down.
I chose a red dress for Charles victory and made sure to wear the Necklace his Mother gave to me on his account on my birthday since he was 'occupied'.
I called an Taxi and took a shot so I wasn't completely sober when I got there.
It was rather cold, the party was on a massive yacht and It was almost overflowing.
I made my way up the steps carefully looking for Anybody I knew.
People seemed to know me and some came over to say hi but my brain was completely shut down.
"Y/n!" It was Pierre, Lovely Pierre who had a girl in his lap and called me over handing me his drink.
"Why did you leave early? Charles was worried! Where is he? Charles!"
"Pierre the night just started how much did you drink? " I laugh and Pierre took his drink back rolling his eyes at me.
"Are you really the right person to mother me? Miss let's see who can chug the most beer? When she was 17?" I laugh.
"Exactly I was 17 how old are you right now? 12?" Pierre scoffed and I looked around spotting Charles.
He wore a black suit and a white shirt underneath the first three buttons undone and he was talking to Max.
He looked pretty, his cheeks we're flushed red and he had a glass of cranberry vodka in his hands which was even more attractive now that i think about it.
"Pierre calm down on the drinking I'm going over to Charles yeah?" He gave me a thumbs up and I smile at the girl apologetic before making my way over to the bar.
"Hey Max" I ignore Charles leaning in front of him.
"Hey Y/n" He noticed my intention thankfully and decided on Ignoring Charles as well.
Charles put his hands on my waist and pulled me closer to him and Max laughed at me as I rolled my eyes at him leaning back comfortably.
"Clingy much?" I ask and he gives me the glass of vodka.
"Its an open bar for you" He tell me and I smile.
"Why be as clingy as you want then" I take the glass.
"Somebody know the real value" Max mutters and I raise an eyebrow in question.
"Free alcohol" He explains and I laugh.
"Congratulations on p2 btw" Max scoff's.
"Thank you but no thank you"
"What? P2 is amazing! It just proves that next time you will so better" I slap his arm as he roll's his eyes.
"You know for all the things you two say behind each other's backs you do make a good couple" Max leaves us and I scoff's pushing Charles away and turning to him.
"Red for me?" He asks ignoring Max's comment.
"No for Carlos I wouldn't wear shit for you." I drink my drink.
"Really? I'm pretty sure I chose that necklace for your 20th?" Charles picked the small red heart shaped gemstone.
"It was from your mother."
"No! I chose it and I wanted to give it to you myself but I had a race you cunt" he dropped it, my skin missing his touch.
"Liar! Your mother didn't tell me you had a race and we all knew you didn't chose it you we're off somewhere while I had to spend five hours in a thight dress smiling for pictures. " I scoffed at him and he stared at me.
"It was a Sunday. I had a race in Spa Belgium. My mother didn't tell you because she didn't want to worry your Mother who always made a big fuss about it and would've want you to join me. But it was your birthday and you hate to attend the races" He explained and I swallowed.
"I got you that necklace a month even before your birthday. I got it In France, me and Pierre we're driving around all afternoon because I knew you wanted That exact one. It was the one you asked your Father to buy you that summer" Charles just talked and explained while i stared at him, how could such an insufferable annoying little shit be such a sweetheart all of the sudden rather has always been and how was I only noticing it now? Charles kept defending himself for another 5 minutes calling me a raging cunt five times as well.
"Thank you" I interrupt him at some point.
"It's one of my favourite necklaces. Thank you" It became my favourite in that moment.
"and I don't hate attending your races"
After another two drinks Lando and Carlos came over and started to talk to Charles about the race.
"Lando you wanna dance?" I asked the brit and he Looked at Charles for an answer.
Charles wasn't listening so he just shrugged and offered me his hand.
"Why not" He let me walk behind him until we got on the dance floor where he put his hands on my waist and guided me to the music.
"Did you and Charles fight?" He asked over the music leaning down so i would hear him.
"I mean we always fight" I shrug letting my hands fall around his neck.
"Yes but like why did you want to dance with me and not with him?" He asked and i raise an eyebrow.
"Maybe Because i don't like Charles?" I laugh and Lando scoffs.
"To be honest The first time i saw you two i thought you we're dating" I laugh at his stetment.
"But then you trippee him and walked over him so I was like nah... But it did take Carlos to tell me that you weren't dating so i would belive it.
"Oh?" I laugh at him and He smiled.
"Well We're really not- so yeah I'm single like a Pringel" I joke and he laugh's again.
The first time I met Lando Charles had told him that I was a huge McLaren hater which obviously wasn't true but Lando believed him and would straight up ignore me for a month.
Carlos confronted him for me and then he laughed at the both of us for a week before clearing it all up.
"Come on let's get another drink before i start sobering up again" Lando took my hand and got us back to the bar where I ordered two beer's on Charles account.
"I can pay its fine" Lando tried but i Scoffed.
"Charles is paying don't worry" I hand him the bottle and he smiles.
The night went away quick and soon the people started to leave, Lando had pulled me into his lap as we set in a couch cirlce where the other drivers had started to gather around aswell.
"To be honest I though I was gonna spin out in the fifth lap but i somehow stayed in control" Lance had started talking to Lando and I watched as the two drivers exchanged infos about they're car's.
"Y/n whats your favorite car?"
"Oh I'm not really intrested in car's" I sip on my drink and they laugh.
"Its a Ferrari" Charles set down beside me and I waved a Pierre who took the seat beside Charles.
"Hm?" I Raise my eyebrow.
"Your favorite car is a Ferrari." He says and I smile.
"Is it now?" I ask and he nods taking my hand.
"Yes so you can get down from the McLaren now." He yanked at my wrist and I almost fell off Lando but Lando made sure to Hold me not paying attention to Charles.
"Ow fuck you" i take my hand away from him as he smiles.
"Y/n i swear if you fuck one of the Drivers im calling your mother" Charles says and I scoff.
"You wouldn't dare! And im not fucking anybody anyways... just having fun" I turn away from him but he doesn't let me.
"I'm being sirius. Nobody on the grid."
"How about I fuck you engineer and check if he will be able to focus on you again while I'm in that fucking garage?" I push his buttons.
"Y/n I'm not joking-"
"Stay out of my love life Leclerc. It doesn't concern you." I spat and Charles stared at me for a while, My head kept spinning and gods his lips looked angelic.
"Don't be like that" he asked and I swallowed harshly.
"You were the one who just tried to push me off a man's lap"
"I didn't push you off your over reacting"
"Maybe because i've been drinking for five hours straight to a party you made me come to?" Charles noted my comment and nodded then turning away.
"Well good point, still you try to much Xavi and I'm actually gonna punch you" Charles Grabbed his beer bottle and I scoff.
"Xavi and I have already fucked-"
"No!" Charles and his nöh's we're rather interesting.
"Yës!" I mocked him and he yanks my hand again.
"Say your joking!" He pull's me off Lando's lap and I stand up so that Lando let's go off my hip.
"Make me" I laugh and jump over some peoples feet as Charles launges up to catch me.
"Y/n i swear to god! Say your joking" I run through some people and out on the open where Charles catches me pushing me against the rails. His hand's lock me in place and I push mine on his arms trying to push him off
"What if I'm not?" I ask and he groan's his hand falling on my waist.
"I'm gonna push you off this boat" Charles said and I smile.
"Push me" I dare him and suddenly his hand's come up beneath my thighs picking me up and I shriek putting my arms around his neck and wrapping my legs around his waist as he set's me down on the railing.
"Okay, okay fine I'm kidding! Don't let go" I eased when he didn't push me further and simply let me sit on the rail and look down on him.
Charles breathed through and let his head fall in my lap for a bit.
"Your a torture"
"The best you can get" I lift his head he smiles.
"I don't get us" he says and I nod.
"Yeah you we're about to kill me and now your simping for me again, chose a side will you?" I laugh and he groans again.
"You wanna go home?"
"Can I sleep in an actual bed rather than Your old couch?" I ask and he scoffs
"That's a brand new couch" he protests and I frown.
"Alright get me down" His hand's came up on my thighs again and he put's me down and guides me back to the bar so he can pay his hand resting on my lower back.
"Alright we're off" Charles Kissed Pierre on the cheeks and I hugged Lando kissing his cheeks.
"Bye" I hit Pierre on the back off his head and ducked behind Charles when he hit me back.
"Fuck you" He muttered and Charles guided me down the yacht.
"The cab should be here any minute"
"Ugh" I took my phone out and leaned against his chest with my back.
"What are you doing?" He put his head on my shoulder.
"Following Lando On Instagram" I mumble as I go to DM him
"Why?"
"Maybe we can go out sometimes" I muse and he snatches my phone putting it in his pocket.
"No" I roll my eyes.
"Jesus I'm just being friendly Leclerc, give me my phone"
"No your fine, come on get in the cab" I stumble along the pavement until I Reach the car where He opens the door for me and lets me inside.
I take my Highheels off and he takes them holding them for me. I watch him.
His eyes as he thinks, his lip's as he tries to form words, his hand's (gods his hands) the way his fingers lingered on my shoulder and the way He breathed slower.
He helped me out of the car as i tip toed up the stairs to his apartment so I wouldn't get my feet dirty which he picked up on so he grabbed my by the waist and i shrieked again as he carried me up the stairs in a second.
"Jesus Leclerc you got to stop doing that! How do you have this much strength anyways?" He set's me down on the cold apartment floor after he opened the door for me and I walk into his Bathroom washing my face off and breathing through.
I take off the necklace and my rings leaving them on the small plate where all of his Rings we're placed.
Charles was sitting on his bed scrolling on his phone as I got into the room looking through his closet to get my favourite shirt.
"Can you help me with the dress please?" I ask and he got up unzipping it for me.
"Thank you" I mutter covering my chest as I pulled his T-shirt over my head and turning around to face him.
"Are you tired?" He asked and I nod with a smile.
"Yes very" I look at the clock at his desk which said 05:00 AM.
"Are you still drunk?" He asks and I shake my head.
"Are you alright?" I ask and he smiles.
"I don't think I've ever been happier." He tells me and I smile.
"I don't understand us" He tells me again.
"I know. I don't either. Not since we started to... I don't know become friends." I nod and throw my head back in despair.
"But let's not tonight, let's just be happy tonight and fight about it tomorrow?" He asks and I nod.
"I'm gonna go wash up you can go to sleep already?" He breaks us back into life and I push myself over to the bed falling down.
I don't know if I fell asleep or not but I felt him beside me after some time. I didn't want to open my eyes when I felt his finger's push my hair behind my ear, I didn't want to open them when he pulled me closer by the waist and I didn't want to open them when his lip's touched my forehead whispering a good night.
We didn't talk for a month after that. I went back to studying and he went back to racing, I got out of my mothers way when ever she tried to get me to something he was attending, we had both come to a realization that we did like each other, that we didn't hate each other and I noticed how people had started to ease around me when they knew Charles as if he had stopped Saying all those things about me so Initially I stopped as well, Just skipping over him when he came up in a conversation trying to get myself away from thinking about him.
"Come on we're going out" it was about 11 P.M. and I was sitting in the Library going over some material trying to memorize several text's.
"Hm?" It was a friend of mine Ashley who already took my coat and helped me up.
"You've been stuck here for five hours we're gonna go change and then go drink.
"I really have to finish this" I tell her but she already pulled me away.
We went to a shady club somewhere at the end of Monaco and she made me take about ten shot's one after the other before taking me to play bear pong.
"Y/n I'm off with- what's your name? Julio you have fun!" it was about two when Ashley left, I kept on drinking feeling myself in the moment and dancing with random guys I found at the bar.
It was four when i ended up outside walking along the street trying to think of somebody to call.
"Pick up" I pled Having Charles number pulled up while The phone started to ring.
"Oui? c'est quoi ce bordel? qui est-ce?" Charles picked up his deep voice made me blush immediately.
"Hey where are you?" I ask and I hear him shuffling.
"What? Y/n its 4 A.M? I'm at my apartment? where are you?" I heard him shuffle some more and yawn.
"So your in Monaco?" I ask and I hear him frown.
"Yes? Its summer break? Are you drunk? Where are you?"
"Not drunk! Just a bit tipsy" I balance myself on the pavement falling down.
"are you alright? where are you?"
"Fuck, I'm I don't know where" I look around.
"Are you alright? what happened?" I heard him stand up and go through his closet.
"Just fell down. Uhm I'm sorry I just wanted to.. I don't know we just haven't talked and My mother has been pushing but I just didn't want to see you" I explain and I hear his house door close.
"Send me your location I'll be there in a second" He orders and I sigh Trying to do as he says.
"Y/n can you hear me? your location?" Charles asked again after a while and I swallow a sob. I send him my location looking at his message which was sent a fucking month ago.
"Yeah, yeah, You don't have to come I'm alright I'm just sorry... I kind of messed us up" I tell him and hear him scoff.
"We're fine, your fine, I'm fine, I'll be there in a second just wait" I nod and hear how he gets in his car. I get up and start walking again.
"Y/n?" He asks and I wipe away my tears.
"Just breath alright?" He asks and I Breath through nodding.
"I'm sorry" I whisper and hang up looking around while i wait for him.
Gosh how I love his car. The black Pista pulled up on me and He got out putting his coat around me in a second.
"Jesus you look fucked-"
"Fuck you" I scoff as I wipe away my tears again trying not to cry as I lean into him.
"Hey, hey come on your fine" He pulled me into a hug and I nod against his chest and he Helps me into the car opening the door for me.
"Come on you wanna go to your apartment?" I shake my head.
"I wanna go to yours?" I ask and he smiles.
"As you wish Chérie"
We drove in silence and I took my High heels off.
"Thank you for getting me" I whisper after a while.
"Always" He smiled and I lean my head against the window watching him drive.
"I think you we're right" I tell him and he raises his eyebrow.
"I do like Ferrari the most.... at least if your driving" I add and Charles smiles.
"Thank you I believe myself to be a quiet good Driver" I stare at his hand's.
"can I hold your hand?" I ask and he frowns but holding me his hand anyways.
"Why? Don't bite me please" I laugh leaning into his direction as he let's me hold his hand, i don't hold it but rather examine it letting my fingers run over them, they we're solid and his skin was hard in some places.
"What are you doing?" He asks after a beat of silence.
"I don't know, trying to figure out why I'm attracted to somebody's hand's" I state and when i look at him I see how flushed his face has gotten.
"Alright stay for a second" he stopped the car and I look outside seeing that we have arrived. He opened the door for me and helped me out taking my high heels and I go up the stairs faster than he so he doesn't attempt to carry me up again.
"Let me" He opened the house door for me and I walk into his apartment falling onto the couch.
"Don't do that, go to the bathroom and wash up yeah?" He tapped my leg and i rolled off the couch doing as he told me.
I washed my legs in the shower for a second and cleaned my face off before finding myself to his bedroom where he got me a hangover drink and some water.
"Do you just have those laying around?" I point to the hangover drink which he hand's me.
"I do actually yes" I drink the shot of whatever the fuck is in those things and Cringe handing the empty bottle back to Charles who was smiling at me.
"Thank you" i mutter and see that he already laid out the shirt I liked.
"Can you help me with the dress?" I ask and he does unzipping it for me.
"Thank you" I mutter again and cover my chest as I slip into his shirt.
"Are you alright?" He asks as I sit down on the bed.
"No... I'm so fucking Tired" I laugh and he hands me the water bottle.
"Me too" he informs me and I press my lips together.
"I shouldn't have called you" I tell him and he scoff's taking my hand and pulling me into him so I flop down on his chest in exhaustion.
"I'd rather have you call me than anybody else" he tells me as I curl up into his side, he holds my waist and I feel how his breath steadies.
"Thank you Charles"
"I love it when you say my name" He tells me and I Smile turning around so I'm facing him, I lift my finger and push his hair out of his face so I can touch him.
"I think we're kind of unhealthy" I tell him and he laughs hugging me a bit more giving me enough room so I can bury my face into his neck and breath in his scent.
-K<3
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it's not your fault - joseph quinn
being with a celebrity is a hard decision but it was the right one when you met joseph. you weren't as big on screen as joseph was because of his role in stranger things.
you worked with big time actors like josephine langford on after and alisha boe on 13 reasons why but you never really had a big family thing with them like joe does. his cast is an amazing group of people so when his character eddie was a big hit, his fame went sky high. his other movies and tv shows were popular because he was in them and everyone wanted to see his other characters.
when joe invited you to a party with the gang, you were very hesitant at first because you didn't want to feel like you were interrupting anything but joe being the sweetheart he is, he convinced you to go by saying "sweetheart, they are going to love you i promise." he kept that promise because 2 years later you were very close with sadie, millie, natalia and maya. they were your best friends. when you all got together, you'd go for coffee dates with them or you'd go to big events with them.
when joseph told you he was going to london's comic con, you immediately told the girls and they were proud of him and were glad he was getting the attention that he deserved after his performance in season 4.
the opportunity was a big one for joe and you were so supportive of him. you went with him to the airport, you were upset he was leaving but you were happy you were able to see him become happy with his job.
"i'll be back in a few days my love, i'll see you very soon! don't think i won't call you every second i get." he said placing his forehead against yours.
"i'll see you soon baby, i love you! be safe please!" you said giving him one final kiss before he headed towards security.
he waved at you and smiled. he blew you kisses while he walked away. he nearly fell because he wasn't paying attention which made you both laugh at his silliness.
the days he was gone went by slow. you missed him so much so when you went on instagram, you saw this video of him from comic con and he looked upset. you watched it and heard everything the girl said and you got upset. joe was treated horribly and that girl definitely made his day, you could see all the love and appreciation he had in his face.
you couldn't believe he was treated so horribly. you wanted to text him but you knew he'd want to talk about it when he got home. when he did get home, he looked upset and angry at the same time. you hadn't noticed the door open, you were too busy cleaning up the loft.
you turned around when you heard him putting his stuff down, you knew he was still thinking about what happened.
"sweetheart, come here." you said with open arms.
he accepted it right away. he held you so tight. he started to get upset and all you did was give him a kiss on the forehead and rubbed his back.
"my sweet boy, you shouldn't have been treated like that at all. i'm so sorry. it's not your fault that you were treated like that. i'm glad your fans had your back against the staff." you said hugging him tighter.
he hugged you and picked you up. he swung you in the air and let you down with his forehead pressed against yours.
"i felt so loved by my supporters/fans like they were my family. i never thought my character would be so loved and i realized that no matter what they will always have my back." he said smiling.
"they will always have your back my love, you are such a sweet and genuine actor. i've seen so many posts about you these past few days. they absolutely loved meeting you! you made their day by just saying hi or smiling at them." you said smiling at him and wiping away his tears.
he loved you so much and everyone knew it. he showed you all the time. even if it was just a simple gesture like a kiss on the forehead or even just one rose he found at the market, he thought it was the most perfect rose for his perfect girl.
"i love you so much darling, you are too perfect." he said kissing you.
you kissed him back and showed him how perfect he is. he appreciated you so much for having his back and he knew he could get through any little bump in his life when you were near.
his phone started blowing up with all the love and appreciation the fans were sending him on instagram and he saw the video of him tearing up on stage. he was so grateful for everyone of his fans and supporters. he looked at you with his beautiful brown eyes and hugged you so tight.
"it's not my fault, it's never my fault. they love me regardless." he whispered.
"that's right baby, you're so right!" you whispered back to him.
he was so thankful for you. you showed him how he was supposed to be treated and even if things went wrong, he knew you'd be there to defend his honor and you'd be next to the people who love him for him and not because he's famous.
his fans were his everything and so were you...
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Sins & Amends Chapter 56
Billy Russo x Female Reader (60 part story)
This follows pre- the punisher into the storyline of daredevil, punisher season 1 and beyond
This is NOT Canon Billy. This is decent human being Billy left with bad options over worse decisions
This was also posted to A03 under: WaywardGaPeach. That account and this one is the only place you'll see me post this. If you see it on any other platform/account know it's not me.
Chapter Summary/Warnings: You and Billy look towards the future
"I had a ring" Billy's voice was barely a whisper in the darkness of your room and at first you weren't sure he was even awake until you turned enough to face him. "What?" You asked tracing the scars on his left shoulder as he stared up at the ceiling.
"Before Rawlins threatened you, before I had to make a choice. I bought you a ring. I was planning to propose the day Frank got stateside from that last deployment" your heart dropped when you realized what he was saying "Oh" if he'd bought a ring back then he would've gotten Maria to go with him. No wonder she'd thought he was going to propose the night he broke up with you.
He blinked a few times then finally looked down into your eyes and confirmed what you were thinking "Maria helped me pick it out. I was so nervous but she said Billy she'd say yes to you with a ring from a gumball machine but I've known her since we were kids. This ring is absolutely perfect for her" you tried to keep your face neutral as memories flooded you both. "I'm sure it was Billy but she was right. I'd marry you without a ring"
He half smiled then leaned over to press a gentle kiss to your lips "I know but you deserve a ring sweetheart" you shook your head then laid over on his chest being mindful of the stitches in his stomach that still had a couple weeks until they'd come out "I love you Billy" he kissed the top of your head and said "I love you too. Get some sleep baby"
He laid in the dark as your breathing evened out and he knew you were back asleep. He was racking his mind trying to remember just what had happened to that ring. He knew you weren't a materialist person but after everything if he could give you that ring, that small piece of Maria it would mean something. Your hand flinched slightly and he laid his hand over it smiling when you calmed at his touch.
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There were still mornings he'd wake up and just for a second the dread would wash over him that maybe he was still in the hospital after his tbi and he was stuck inside his own head. After all he had the woman he loved in bed next to him and his daughter one room over. He never dreamed of having a family before he met you. You had always been the one he was meant to be with.
The dread would quickly fade when he was met with a kiss from you or the way Adi would call out for him, wanting daddy first thing upon waking. The two of you could pull him out from the worst of the memories. Hell the two of you were the reason he'd ever would've wanted to survive the fallout from Rawlins, you were the reason why he had a life worth living.
He finally fell back asleep holding your hand in place on his chest.
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When you woke up the next morning you were still laying halfway on his chest. You laid there for a few minutes letting your eyes skim across every scar on his face, resisting the urge to do so with your fingers.
You weren't sure where the late night confession about having bought a ring in the past had come from. Maybe the memory had just surfaced? You hoped he knew you meant it when you said you didn't need a ring. You loved him, the two of you shared a daughter. Him and Adi were all you needed.
You hadn't noticed he was waking up until he said "You know I love you but staring is a little creepy darling" you popped his chest playfully "I was not staring, I was gazing. That makes it romantic not creepy" he opened one eye and grinned "Tell yourself that baby" you mocked hurt and said "Well in that case I'll just sleep my creepy ass on the couch tonight" and acted like you were going to get up but he pulled you closer before you could've ever had the chance.
"Oh you're going to leave me when I'm injured? I haven't even got the stitches out and you're already bored of me" you sat there with your mouth gaped open at that because you honestly had no other response. He started laughing and pulled you in for a kiss "Come here baby. I know you're not bored of me" you allowed yourself a moment to enjoy the feeling of his lips on yours before pulling back long enough to say "Nu uh Mr Russo. You've hurt my feelings. A kiss isn't getting you out of it"
He flipped the two of you over so he was on top of you and smiled "What can I do to make it up to you?" You raised an eyebrow while trying and failing to not smile. "Well I'd prefer you not bust your stitches open! I've got plenty of time to let you make it up to me but blood isn't really a turn on" he pushed your shirt up just enough to let his hand slip under it "Well if you stay still I shouldn't hurt myself" his lips found your neck at the same time you felt his hand slide across your bare skin and without meaning to a light moan escaped your lips.
He chuckled against your neck but you felt the moment both of your moods shifted when his hand ghosted over the scarred tissue on your left side. His fingers were so light you almost missed the touch. "I love you Y/N" you reached up to let your fingers trace one of the scars on his cheek "I love you too Billy but you do know even if you'd been home, I was at work when it happened. You couldn't have protected me from it"
He half smiled then placed a quick kiss to your neck "I know baby but it doesn't help me to know you nearly died and if you would've Curt would've had to tell me on a visiting day" you moved your hand to make him look you in the face.
He smiled when you said "Billy you still have stitches from taking a bullet meant for me. The scars on your face are a direct result from protecting me. Hell I've shot you, twice! Once with a paintball gun then when I actually shot you. You've got to not beat yourself up over things"
He laughed then "Gotta admit our love story is unique" "That it is" you agreed with a laugh. Before either of you could move the monitor crackled to life and you heard Adi "Daddy" you glanced over at it then back up at him "You're being paged dear and I need to get a shower before work" he kissed you on the lips then climbed off of you and out the bed.
You watched him leave out the room then laid back with a laugh. God what was Adi gonna think when she got old enough to find out everything that had went down? Now wasn't the time to worry about that at least.
You climbed out of bed then headed to grab clothes for the day.
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Billy was sitting across from Adi at the table when you walked out the bedroom pulling your hair up in a bun. She'd wanted pancakes so he had delivered then cleaned up the mess.
He looked up when you walked out and smiled when you asked "Do you have to go in today?" He nodded "Yeah we got a few meetings I've got to go to. Dinah nor Sam is really budging on me helping with training until I'm completely cleared"
"Good. That means I don't have to threaten to shoot anyone in Homeland again" you muttered and he laughed. "Sarah picking up Adi or are you dropping her off?" You asked, starting the coffee maker.
He ran a hand over her head and she grinned up at him "I'm going to drop her off then I was thinking if the meetings ran short enough I might be able to talk her into visiting Simba and Nala?" Her eyes got big at the mention of the aquarium "Please daddy?" You looked over your shoulder at her "You gotta be good for aunt Sarah ok baby?" She nodded "I will"
You finished making your coffee in silence while Adi finished her pancakes then ran off to play for a few minutes. Billy stood up and slid his arms around your waist "I meant to tell you Curt reminded me that I still have some stuff in his storage unit. I have no idea what it is but do you want to go through it with me tomorrow?" You leaned nodded then looked up at him "Sure why not but I'm warning you right now better not be any souvenirs from anyone you took home while we weren't together"
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He knew you meant it as a joke but there was just enough hesitation in your eyes he felt the need to say "No one went home with me. My bed always belonged to you Y/N" you blinked a few times as his words sank in then the smile that slid onto your face was enough to make his heart skip a beat "Really?" You asked it in almost a whisper.
He let his lips brush against your neck "Really" You were quiet for a moment before saying "Matt never came here. Not like that anyways. It didn't feel right, not to mention I never really found it in me to take your photos down" he smiled against your skin "Nice to know"
About that time Adi came running back in "Daddy!" He turned to see that she had four different outfits in her hand. "Which?" He looked back at you so you shrugged. He looked between her choices and picked her red dress and black leggings. "These babygirl. Now do you need help?" She shook her head "I can do it"
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You watched her run off with a smile. "She's already getting independent Billy" he looked back at you with a grimace "I know. I hate it" you couldn't help but laugh at the little pout he had.
Your phone went off with a text so you grabbed it and saw it was Alice saying she was downstairs. "Shit. I gotta get my stuff together" you walked over to the closet to grab your bags then stepped into Adi's room.
She was dressed but was trying to get her leggings straight. "Baby do you need help?" You asked and she shook her head "I can do it" "Ok sweetheart well can mommy get some love aunt Alice is downstairs so I got to go" she stopped fighting with them to run into your arms "Love you mommy" you kissed her cheek and said "Love you too"
Billy glanced up when you walked back into the living room so you pointed back towards Adi's room. "She's gonna need some help but you gotta make her think it's her idea" he nodded "Yes ma'am" you shook your head then stepped over closer to pull him into a kiss "I love you Billy" he smiled and said "I love you too. Have a good shift and tell Alice I said hey" you gave him another quick kiss then headed for the door. If you weren't down soon Alice would start calling.
"So when are you going to propose to Y/N, Bill? I mean is she going to be a Russo before Adi turns three or four?" Frank asked with a smirk. "When I finally heal up for one and when I get a ring worthy of her" he replied but Frank shook his head "Ok first all we don't want to hear about your sex life and I know that's why you said once you're healed and also you know it's bullshit saying that you got to have a ring. She'd marry you today" Curtis cut in.
Billy groaned "That's my point! She would marry me today but I think you both agree after the hell she's been put through doesn't she deserve a ring, the dress she wants and the wedding she wants?" David raised his hand slightly "Hasn't she yelled at you and Frank both about saying what she does or doesn't deserve?" Billy shot him a glare so he added "And haven't you bought her a cabin already?"
Billy shook his head at the three of them "I swear the bunch of you gossip worse than any woman. I will propose when the time is right ok? I love her and want nothing more than to call her my wife" Dinah walked by about that time and added "If you keep dragging your feet I'm going to propose to her" causing all the guys to crack up laughing.
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It was a relief to get out of the office and head across town to pick Adi up. Leo answered the door and he had forgotten that school was out for spring break. "Hey Billy!" She greeted with a smile then hollered "Lil bit, your daddy's here!"
Adi came running around the corner with a smile and what looked like a cookie smeared across her face "Daddy!" Sarah was behind her with a wipe in hand "We made cookies. Adi was the official taste tester of course" he laughed and said "Of course"
Once she'd let Sarah clean her up Adi grinned "We're gonna go see sharks!" Sarah smiled "Really? I know you love the sharks" he watched her go around and hug Sarah then Leo and even Zach came down to tell Adi bye. "Be good little bit. I'll see you tomorrow" Sarah told her with a final hug. "Bye aunt Sarah"
Billy held her hand out to the car and when he went to pick her up she shook her head "I can do it" he held his hands behind her just in case she slipped climbing into the car but she managed to get into her seat without incident so he leaned over to strap her in then kissed her forehead. "My big girl. Ready to go?" She nodded "All ready"
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Adi made it through the sharks,penguins and seahorses before she was tugging on his sleeve "Can we go home?" He nodded and picked her up gently to not pull his stitches "Let's go babygirl"
Once he got her home she was asleep by the time he carried her inside and laid her on the couch. He watched her sleep for a moment thinking just how lucky he was but everyone was right he needed to make peace with not being able to give you the ring he wanted and find you a different one.
Frank and Karen were hosting the bi-weekly dinner this time so there was nothing that had to be done until you got home. He decided to grab his laptop and look through options on engagement rings.
@intothesoul
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Of Legends and Reality
Summary: Commander Cody meets his assigned general, Obi-Wan Kenobi, for the first time. Growing up with legends of the Jedi gave Cody an image of the perfect warrior he'd carried for 10 years. The Jedi in front of him was not what he had in mind.
Notes: This ended up being an ode to Obi-Wan, but I mean, what doesn't. I have a HC I've held onto for awhile that the clones had these grand, mythical images of the Jedi in their minds because they only heard stories of them on Kamino, and then as each commander/captain meets their Jedi, that image is torn to pieces in the best way. Hope you enjoyed this meeting with Obi-Wan and Cody!
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Tags: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Commander Cody, Platonic Obi-Wan and Cody, first meetings
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There were 3 things Cody was absolutely certain of:
He is a Marshal Commander in the Grand Army of the Republic, leader of the 212th, responsible for 1000s of his brothers
He is assigned to General Obi-Wan Kenobi, member of the Jedi Council, and a warrior of legend if the rumors were anything to listen to
His general just walked into a droid and apologized to it
Cody reported to the briefing room at exactly 0757 giving him three minutes to collect himself before meeting his assigned general. A current buzzed through the clone commander’s blood when he heard he was meeting his Jedi because, for 10 years, Cody and his brothers heard legends of the warriors they would one day serve under to protect the Republic, and, yet, Obi-Wan Kenobi impressively erased 10 years of legends in 20 seconds.
At 0759, the door to the briefing room opened, and Cody turned his attention to the figure walking in. First, he noticed that instead of being clad in head-to-toe armor, the man wore a simple tunic and pants spun from basic, beige fabric, brown leather boots, and a matching wide belt around his waist. An unimposing silver and black cylinder hung on his hip. The stranger continued to make his way into the room, but a GNK droid crossed his path, and instead of swerving out of the droid’s way, he ran right into the corner of it. The impact wasn’t enough to topple the droid over, but the man stumbled, planting his hands on top of the GNK to regain his balance.
“Apologies little one. I wasn’t watching where I was going,” The man said while he gave the droid a little pat.
“GONK GONK,” the droid waddled on its way.
Cody was thankful for the helmet hiding his face because he was sure his expression was an even mix of bewilderment and shock.
While growing up, entertainment wasn’t easy to come by on Kamino, and a favorite past time amongst the cadets was retelling the latest story from Kal Skirata. Skirata was one of the mandalorians Jango Fett recruited to assist with the training of the clone troopers, and true to his Mandalorian roots, he took the cadets under his wing, treating them like his children rather than just soldiers for cannon fodder. During their breaks, he’d gather them around and tell stories of his encounters with the Jedi, a circle of cadets hanging onto his every word, eyes brighter than twin suns. When training was finished for the day, imaginations running wild, the younglings would run to the barracks or mess hall, wherever their brothers were gathered, and reenact what they just heard.
Cody wasn’t immune to the fantasy, caught in the deep fascination of the force-wielders that had taken hold of his brothers. He’d never confess to it, but he and Wolffe would sneak into the supply closets, grab a couple brooms, and put on their best lightsaber duels. Bly walked in on them once. He only promised to keep quiet after Wolffe let him participate.
So, as it goes, an army raised in isolation grasped onto the legends of warriors with 10 years of time to conjure up images of the Jedi they’d call generals and commanders. Cody kep his image in mind. It wasn’t what was in front of him. Call him naïve, but he didn’t think a ruthless warrior who could take down any being in the galaxy while levitating the objects around them would be walking into GNK droids, let alone gently patting it with an apology.
Perhaps this wasn’t Obi-Wan. Maybe this was a messenger, a new Jedi in training, here to tell Cody that Obi-Wan was running late with council duties, on his way back from taking down a planet-wide coup he resolved single-handedly with nothing but his lightsaber and his wit.
But the man continued into the room, giving a look back at the GNK waddling to its destination, and then making his way around the table to Cody. His stride gave an illusion of sure confidence, but Cody’s training caught the miniscule hesitations in the swing of his arms and darting around of soft blue eyes that gave away the man’s nerves. Once again Cody found himself questioning if this was actually one of the steadfast legends he’d grown up hearing about.
The man came to a stop in front of him, a warm smile peaking from under a trimmed, ginger beard. Hand stretched out, those blue eyes focused on the T of Cody’s visor.
“Hello there. I’m Obi-Wan Kenobi. I’m to meet CC-2224 here, and seeing as you’re the only other person in the room, am I correct to assume that’s you?”
Fitting his hand with the Jedi’s, Cody responded, “Yes, sir. CC-2224 reporting for duty. It’s an honor to meet and serve with you, sir.”
As Cody spoke, he caught a faint grimace on Obi-Wan’s face that disappeared as quickly as it came.
“I apologize, Commander, I mean no disrespect by my question, but do you perhaps go by something besides a number? I understand the Kaminoans are efficient, and I’m happy to address you by whichever identity you choose, but I, well, addressing a being by a number seems, impersonal,” Obi-Wan stammered through his question, crimson rushing to his cheeks but sincerity in his eyes. Cody was stunned. Why would a commanding officer care about what they called him?
“The Kaminoans only address us by number, sir, but most troopers choose a name before shipping off. Sometimes it’s chosen by us, and sometimes it’s chosen by our brothers. You can call me Cody, sir.” Pride coating his words, he felt his mind relax when he saw the smile on the Jedi grow.
“Very well. Commander Cody, it’s an honor and pleasure to meet you. I imagine we’ll be spending a lot of time together over the unknown future. Although, I’m sorry that it’s come to this for us meeting each other.”
Obi-Wan was setting a record for number of times you can surprise someone in a minute. All of their lives, the clones were told it was their purpose to serve under the Jedi and protect the Republic – this was inevitable. Why was his general sorry that the inevitable was happening? That the very reason for Cody’s existence was in motion?
“Not to worry, sir. This is what –“
Obi-Wan quickly raised his hand to halt Cody, “Apologies again Commander, but by any chance you wouldn’t mind removing your helmet?”
Cody’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but his arms automatically reached up, grabbing hold of the bucket and lifting it off his head. Muscle instinct tucked it to his left side all the while trying to not give away his growing puzzlement. There were a million more of him, he was nothing to look at. He was quite literally created to die, copies of him in every corner of the GAR, and it didn’t matter if the Jedi in front of him knew his face or not.
“As I was saying, sir, this I what we were made for, my brothers and I. War is inevitable for us,” Cody simply explained.
He gave credit to the Jedi, Obi-wan was good at masking. To an untrained eye, he’d seem indifferent, but the sorrow in his eyes and quick down-twitch of his lips told Cody a different story. Obi-Wan was disturbed by what he heard.
“Ah, well. I’m sorry that’s the truth of your creation, Commander. I want to assure you though, you’re not,” Obi-Wan paused, eyes darting as he grasped what to say. “You’re not war fodder. Not to me. To any of us. The Jedi. You are men, and men I’m responsible for. I’m learning on the go, but be assured that the well being of your brothers, of our men, is my top priority. I will employ every strategy to ensure a victory for the Republic, but most importantly, a victory for them.”
The sky blue of Obi-Wan’s eyes transformed into stormy grey, as ruthless and firm as the sincerity in his pledge to the commander.
“That. That means a lot to me and my men, sir,” Cody felt his response weak compared to the conviction in Obi-Wan’s voice, but it was all he could think of as his brain continued to short circuit, adjusting to the reality introduced to him over the last few minutes.
“I look forward to meeting them.” A hand swept through long, ginger hair, pushing it behind an ear, and Obi-Wan took this time to look around the briefing room, seeming to take it in for the first time. “I’ll be honest with you Commander, this is all very new to me. I’m sure it comes as no surprise that diplomatic negotiations require different tactics than battles. Usually much shorter.” Obi-Wan gave a sly smirk.
“That may be so, sir, but rumor around the barracks is you’ve seen some impressive combat in the recent years. You could say the boys of the 212th are excited to serve under the only Jedi to face two Sith lords in a century. Please excuse their eager questions when they meet you. You might be the closest thing to a celebrity they have.”
If possible, the blush on Obi-Wan’s cheeks deepened to a red that would match the Corrie Guard’s armor. His left arm hugged around his waist while his right elbow rested atop its wrist, his hand resting under his chin, absentmindedly stroking his beard. The Jedi’s eyes thought the ground around Cody’s boots was the most interesting spot in the room, and the commander held in an astonished laugh as he realized the Jedi was embarrassed.
“Kal Skirata is one heck of a storyteller,” Cody thought.
Finding the scene in front of him too amusing, Cody remained quiet as Obi-Wan worked through what to say. His mouth opened and close, little stammers making their way past his lips, but he eventually worked his way to words.
“That’s, uh, very kind of you to say, Commander.” Obi-Wan rubbed the back of his neck. “They were, uh, duels of necessity. I try not to make a habit of engaging with Sith.”
“Either way, it’s still an honor, sir, and nothing to take lightly. I’m sure some of the boys will try to see those combat skills up close in the rec room,” Cody hoped his attempt at banter would put Obi-Wan at ease, and he was awarded with a soft chuckle, the Jedi back to stroking his beard.
“Not something I’m unfamiliar with. My padawan was always eager to mention to whoever would listen that he trains with the ‘Sith slayer’, as the other younglings nicknamed me. Always amusing how obvious little ones are when they think they’re being subtle. Not hard to eavesdrop when their idea of a whisper is a normal conversation.” As he spoke, Obi-Wan’s attention focused out the window that overlooked the Coruscant skyline. Fondness took root in his gaze, and Cody recognized it easily. Kamino wasn’t blankets and bedtime stories, but his brothers gave him memories scattered through his upbringing that prompted the same look the Jedi currently held.
“Padawan, sir? Not familiar with the term.” Cody decided to prolong this moment for the general, if not just for a little longer.
“Yes, padawan. I imagine it’s most similar to a cadet for what you’re familiar with. When Jedi are young, around 9 years old, they go through the trials and are appointed a Jedi master. Their teacher to show them the ways of the force, of being a Jedi, and perhaps most important, how to grow through life. I guess it’s the closest thing to a parent a Jedi will have,” Obi-Wan explained. “My padawan and I had a less traditional start. I won’t bore you with the details now, but Anakin and I grew past our rocky beginning together, and I trained him for 10 years. He was just knighted the other day – our graduation ceremony you could say – and now he’s leading a battalion.”
There wasn’t a lot for Cody to reference regarding traditional families given his non-traditional life, but as Obi-Wan spoke, still stroking his beard, staring out the window with a look of what Cody could only describe as adoration, it was clear to the commander that Anakin held a significant place in Obi-Wan’s heart. Adoration was replaced by a smirk when the Jedi’s focus was back on Cody.
“Granted, I hope that whomever he’s assigned to is ready for some, how shall I say, creative approaches to battle. Anakin means well, but he’s as headstrong as he is confident, and I’m fairly certain his confidence could fuel the entire Jedi Order.”
“Any chance you remember which battalion he’s assigned to, sir?” Cody asked.
“I believe the 501st is coming to mind.” Obi-Wan’s answer pulled a deep laugh from Cody.
“Oh, don’t worry, sir. Your padawan’s in good hands. In fact, based on your description, I think that might be a match made by the Maker itself. My brother CT-75, uh, Rex, is just as fond of unusual strategies as it sounds like your padawan is.”
“Oh goody, sounds like we’ll have some entertainment during this war,” Obi-Wan couldn’t hide the amusement in his tone. Cody let the ease that had taken over the interaction calm the remaining tension his body was harboring. A comfortable silence settled over the two while an ambience of scanner beeps filled the space, and Cody took this opportunity to take in the man in front of him.
Obi-Wan Kenobi wasn’t clad in sleek armor, walking as if one with the air, holding back the deadly grace of a Nexu. Most likely if you passed by him on the street, you wouldn’t spare him a second glance, mistaking him for a hermit or a beggar, but Cody was starting to think that maybe he missed the important bits of Skirata’s stories.
It was easy to understand why a young clone created from a warrior would hold onto legends of a single being taking down a whole rebellion. Of swords made from kyber, or of battles fought entirely with an invisible strength only the Jedi possessed. But he missed the compassion found in sparing lives, even those that didn’t deserve saving. He missed the determined will honed through decades, even centuries, of disciplined training. He missed the unconditional love for a galaxy that can be flawed and ugly, always finding the good beneath the seemingly endless layers of scum.
He realized those qualities, together in perfect balance, were the legends of his childhood, and standing before him in a beige tunic, without a single piece of armor in sight, minutes after walking into a GNK droid, was the perfect warrior.
A beep from Obi-Wan’s commlink startled both men out of their thoughts, and a quick tap to his wrist silenced the alarm. The Jedi looked up at Cody expectantly.
“It appears we must be on our way, Commander. We are to make our way to Christophsis for our first engagement.”
“Right away, sir. I just need to stop by the platform above us to check in on a brother. They’re meeting their general shortly.” Cody kept to himself it was Rex waiting, and he couldn’t wait to see Rex’s reaction to their generals’ connection.
“Can’t get rid of me so easily, little brother.”
Obi-Wan waved his hand dismissively as he turned to the door. “Of course, Commander. In the meantime, perhaps you could enlighten me to the story of how you received that scar. It looks like quite the event.” Sweat beaded on Cody’s forehead as images of supply-closet brooms and fake duels flashed in his mind.
As if they’d been practicing the dance for years, Cody and Obi-Wan fell into step, strides matching, side-by-side. It wasn’t often that you met legends. Even less often that those legends turned out to be greater than the stories. Taking note of any GNKs in their path, Cody walked with pride next to his general, looking forward to adding to the legends the cadets would be telling on Kamino. This time though, the legends will have a name. And that name is Obi-Wan Kenobi.
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Little Miss Loser
Chapter 8 - Room 12
Warnings: "there's only one bed" except there's actually two, Frank plays matchmaker, Richard is an idiot, etc
Authors Note: I've said this a billion times all ready but I was once again struggling to get this chapter out because Eli Brooks and Timothy Klitz are rotting my brain at all times. I did enjoy writing this chapter though! It just took me a bit to get it all finished! I hope you guys enjoy it though <3
Summary: Day one of the road trip comes to a close and when Reader ends up sharing a room with Dwayne and Frank at the motel, Frank takes this as the perfect opportunity to play matchmaker.
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There was really only one thing you hated more than listening to Richard talk all his bullshit—complete fucking silence. It drove you absolutely insane. It wasn’t comforting in the way that Dwayne’s quiet nature was. It was debilitating—made you feel like the world was closing in around you.
And for all the noise you usually tended to make you couldn’t for the life of you bring yourself to break the silence this time. You were always so good at filling space with noise and yet in the moments where you needed it most, you found yourself choking on air. It was sort of ironic if you thought about it.
You’d dealt with it since you were a kid—since the very first time someone told you that you were too loud—too wild—too much. God, you couldn’t even count how many times you’d wound up giving yourself a panic attack because you suddenly convinced yourself that you were taking up far too much space in the world.
The worst part about the silence surrounding you right now was that you couldn’t escape it. You were trapped in the back seat between Olive and Dwayne. Olive—bless her soul—was fast asleep curled up against your side blissfully unaware of the absolute panic you were drowning in and Dwayne was reading his book.
It doesn’t take long— it never did—for Dwayne to notice something was wrong.
He shifts beside you, closing his book and flipping to an empty page of his notepad, quickly writing something down before tapping your shoulder. It took you a second to react, squinting at the paper, “Too quiet?”
At this point, you were pretty sure Dwayne could secretly read minds.
You didn’t even bother trying to deny it, giving a small nod as you lean against his side, careful not to wake Olive as you move. Dwayne moves with you, shifting to make sure you’re comfortable before he drags his little backpack up off of the floor, digging through it for a moment before he finally pulls out a beaten-up little CD player and a pair of headphones.
He connects the headphones and sets the player in your lap, lifting the headphones up over your head, smiling fondly at you when he pulls them down over your ears. The world is silent for only a moment longer before music surrounds you with a click of a button.
Your body relaxes instantly, as you rest your head on Dwayne’s shoulder, whispering a quiet, “Thank you.”
He nods, a little smile playing on his lips as he leans over and presses a kiss to your forehead. It doesn’t surprise you as much as one might think it would—but you knew better than most that Dwayne was actually quite affectionate when he felt comfortable with someone—still, the show of affection does make your face go a little red. He picks his book back up after a minute, flipping it to the page he’d left off on as he settles into his seat with you at his side.
Hours later, the bus stops for the night and you have never in your life been so excited to see a shitty little motel—you’d been stuck in the car for what felt like years and as much as you loved the Hoover family, you desperately wanted to get out of the stuffy old bus you’d all been packed into.
You weren’t even listening to a word Richard or Sheryl were saying as everyone exited the bus.
Your legs were fucking numb and your neck ached from having fallen asleep leaning on Dwayne’s shoulder and you just really wanted to get to your room so you could escape the awkward silence that was still hanging in the air around Richard and Sheryl. You are offered a moment of respite from the bickering adults when they leave you all waiting at the bus to get the room keys.
You stand behind Dwayne, arms curled around his waist as you press your face into the back of his shirt, mumbling complaints about how much your legs hurt. You can feel the soft inhale of him laughing under his breath as he shifts to rest his hands over your arms and you squeeze his waist a little harder, continuing to grumble to him.
“You alright kid?” Frank chuckles, standing off to your left, helping Edwin pull everyone’s luggage from the trunk.
You huff, turning your head just enough that you can look at him as you grumble, “I’m never getting back into that bus again.”
Edwin grunts in agreement and Frank snorts rolling his eyes as he sets your duffle bag next to you, along with Dwayne's. Olive appears at your side, tugging on your shirt and pouting, “But what about my pageant? Don’t you want to see me perform?”
It’s honestly unfair how easily your grumbly resolve shatters at the pleading look Olive gives you—you’d let her get away with murder at this point if she gave you those big puppy dog eyes. You look down at her and frown, slowly pulling away from Dwayne—-you don’t say a word when he squeezes your arms in retaliation before finally letting you go with a heavy sigh.
“Course I wanna see you perform Oli, I was just being dramatic is all,” you promise, earning an immediate smile from Olive, “but you might have to carry me to the bus in the morning, I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it otherwise.” you tease, ruffling her hair with a laugh.
She pouts again, scrunching up her nose as she swats your hand away, “I can’t carry you!”
You tilt your head at her and grin, “Why not?”
Frank joins in quickly, “I thought you said you were tough Olive?”
Olive frowns, crossing her arms and sticking her tongue at you both, “I am! But I’m not big enough to do that—make Dwayne do it instead!”
“Fair point, maybe I will have Dwayne do it.” You cackle, pulling her in for a hug as Dwayne watches you both in amusement, “You’ll carry me to the car tomorrow right Dwayne?”
Dwayne rolls his eyes and shrugs just as his parents return with the room keys. Sheryl makes a very obvious point to ignore her husband as he walks next to her and she gestures for everyone to follow her towards the motel.
Olive lets go of you quickly, grabbing her little rolling suitcase before rushing off after her parents. You huff, dragging your feet a bit as you pick up your duffel bag and walk beside Dwayne as he smirked a bit at you, clearly a little amused by your dramatic whining.
Sheryl guides everyone along a row of doors on the second level of the motel, stopping in front of a door marked with a rusted 11 on the front, “Alright we will be in this room, grandpa you’re in room 13–”
“Mom can I stay with grandpa!”
Sheryl looks down at Olive and shrugs, “Honey that’s up to him–”
Olive turns quickly to her grandfather and doesn’t even have to say a word before he smiles at her, “ I got two beds—plus you could still use some rehearsing.”
Olive beams, “That's what I was thinking.”
“Okay now that's settled,” Sheryl smiles, though you can see it’s a little strained from the stress of the day,” Frank you’re in 12 with Dwayne and (Y/N)”
“Sheryl we shouldn’t be encouraging two teens to be alone together like this—”
“Richard.” Sheryl exhales turning to her husband with a sharp look, “They have had sleepovers before. It’s fine—besides Frank will be there too.” Richard opens his mouth to argue but seems to think better of it, going quiet as he looks down at his feet.
You don’t bother to mention that your mom had specifically requested that you don’t spend so much alone time with Dwayne—you hadn’t really intended on listening anyways.
Sheryl sighs after a moment, shaking her head as she passes the room key to Frank, “If you need anything, we’ll be in room 11”
Frank accepts the keys, holding his sister's hand for a moment, giving it a reassuring squeeze as he smiles, “We’ll be fine Sher,” he pauses, giving Richard a cheeky grin, “And don’t worry I’ll make sure there’s no funny business with the youths.”
You snort, instantly jumping in to join Frank in his mischief, “Don’t worry Mr.H I only dabble in funny business on Thursdays.” You pause, shrugging, “and sometimes on Sundays but that’s only if the stars are aligned in a certain way.” Dwayne snorts beside you as you beam at Richard, knowing damn well he can’t say a word without getting himself into more trouble with his wife.
Sheryl rolls her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips as she steps towards you and Dwayne, pulling both of you into a hug. Dwayne tries to pull away, grumbling a bit when he realizes it’s pointless and you lean into the hug, giggling at the futile struggle of your friend. She pulls away after a second, pressing a kiss to Dwayne’s forehead, ignoring the way her son makes a face about it.
“Goodnight”
You beam, squeezing her hand as she pulls away from Dwayne and leans to press a kiss to your forehead as well, “Night Mrs. H”
She hums, and you’re surprised that she doesn’t tell you to call her by her first name like she usually does but you don’t say a word about it as she pulls away to hug Olive. Frank taps your shoulder and gestures for you and Dwayne to follow him to your room. He fumbles for a second with the lock before it clicks and he shoves the door open with a rather loud creak.
You barely make it two steps into the room before tossing your duffle bag to the side and diving onto one of the beds with a squeal as you hit the springy mattress. You hear Frank laugh as he shuts the door behind him and Dwayne stands at the end of the bed just staring at you with a small smile.
“Alright you hooligans, I want you exactly 5 feet apart at all times”
You sit up slightly, leaning on your elbows to look at Frank with a cheeky grin. He stares back at you, arms crossed as he feigns a look of disapproval. Dwayne shakes his head and sits down at the end of the bed, making it shift a bit under you.
Frank’s act doesn’t last long and after a minute he throws his hands in the air with a dramatic sigh, “Well I give up.”
You giggle, “Don’t worry I’ll keep the shenanigans to a minimum.”
“Much appreciated,” Frank snorts and tosses his bag onto the other bed, “Just don’t tell Richard or he’ll call me a loser again.”
You lift one arm up slightly giving Frank a mock salute, “Scouts honor, he’ll never find out, right Dwayne?” You turn to your friend, beaming at him as his lips twitch slightly and he shrugs.
Frank laughs and after a minute you roll off of the bed, standing quickly and grabbing your duffle bag off of the ground, “You mind if I change first?” Frank shakes his head and Dwayne shrugs as you thank them quietly and shuffle towards the bathroom.
You exit the bathroom after a few minutes, having changed into a pair of pale pink pajama shorts and a baggy T-shirt with a faded graphic of Van Gogh’s sunflower painting—once again it’s a shirt you had stolen from Dwayne—he’d gotten it during a field trip to an art museum—he denied of course that he’d picked the shirt specifically because he knew it had your favorite painting printed on it.
Frank nods at you with a smile as he shuffles past you to enter the bathroom. Dwayne lays across the bed closest to the door, silently reading his book, only looking up when you toss your duffel to the floor at the end of the bed. He stares at you, brows furrowing as he squints at your shirt.
He sets his book down across his lap and points at your shirt and then at himself and you grin.” Are you accusing me of stealing your shirt again?” he raises a brow at you and you giggle flopping down onto the bed, “because if you were, you’d be right.”
Dwayne rolls his eyes as you settle at his side and you beam at him, “Besides I know for a fact you picked this shirt because of me anyways.” He goes a bit red at the accusation but doesn't get the chance to deny it as his uncle pokes his head out of the bathroom.
“So listen, I have a really bad habit of kicking in my sleep and I’d really hate to accidentally push Dwayne off of the bed so would you guys be fine sharing the other bed instead?”
Dwayne freezes next to you, glancing up at his uncle as the older man gives him an amused smile as if he knows something that you don’t. You hardly flinch at the suggestion, you often sleepover at Dwayne’s house, and most of the time you wound up passing out curled up next to him in bed while watching a movie together—you try to ignore the fact that you always wake up a little flustered with his arms curled around your waist, holding you against his chest
Finally, you shrug, “I mean we already broke the 5 feet rule, what’s the harm in breaking another.”
“See that’s the spirit,” Frank chuckles, “Just remember, no funny business.” he grins—you pretend not to notice the wink he gives Dwayne as you grin back, saluting him as you had before. Frank stands there for a moment, just grinning cheekily before finally going back into the bathroom to brush his teeth.
You shake your head, smiling to yourself as you look over at Dwayne and nudge his arm, “You okay tough guy?”
He doesn’t look at you at first, staring daggers into the back of his uncle's head through the partially open door of the bathroom. You nudge him again, this time a little harder and he turns slowly to you, face a bit flushed when you repeat your question.
He shrugs and before you can say another word you hear yelling through the wall which makes you flinch a bit. It’s muffled enough that you can only just barely hear what’s being said but you immediately recognize the distinct voices of Richard and Sheryl.
Dwayne tilts his head a bit as if listening to a little closer to the yelling and despite your own distaste and discomfort for the drama of it all you find yourself leaning a bit closer to the wall as well in an attempt to hear better. You only catch bits of it—you couldn’t help finding a bit of joy in hearing Richard get his ass handed to him by Sheryl—occasionally you turn to Dwayne making faces when Richard says something particularly foolish.
Frank pokes his head out of the bathroom after a moment, brows furrowed when he too hears the muffled shouting of his sister and brother-in-law in the room next door. His gaze flicks to where you sit next to Dwayne, head resting delicately on his shoulder as the two of you listen to the private arguments of Sheryl and Richard.
He frowns, “Don’t listen to all that—Come on why don’t you watch something instead.” he leans out into the main area, swiping the remote off of the little dresser on which a small box TV rests, flicking it on to a random channel before tossing the remote onto the mattress at your feet. You jump a little when it hits your leg but don’t move to grab it, hardly glancing at the scene crackling on the screen.
Frank smiles awkwardly and nods, holding his toothbrush up, “I’m gonna go brush my teeth.” you smile back equally as awkward as he turns to enter the bathroom once more, leaving the door slightly ajar behind him.
Dwayne remains still beside you at first before rolling his eyes at you and leaning forward to grab the remote, turning the TV off again with an annoyed huff, tossing the remote to the other bed as he falls back into the bed beside you, bringing his arms up to fold behind his head.
The argument persists —“Fuck the nine steps Richard—It’s over! Forget it!---I never want to hear of the nine steps again—”
There is a beat of silence and then before you can stop yourself you snort, leaning up on your elbow to peer at Dwayne, watching the slow smile that spreads across his face, bringing a flush to his cheeks.
You bob your head to the side, wrinkling your nose at him and giggling as you playfully smack his chest, “Oh don’t look so excited you little shit—”
He shrugs and rolls his eyes, sighing contently as he hears his mother and step fater fall silent for a time. You don’t fault him one bit for feeling delighted by the downfall of his step father’s relationship with his mother—though it stings a bit with your parents divorce still being finalized.
Frank leaves the bathroom and you have to tap Dwayne’s shoulder to make sure he gets up to go change as well. He grumbles at first, swatting at your hand when you poke his side as he drags himself up off the bed and shuffles to the bathroom.
When he returns he remains in the same yellow shirt and a pair of black and grey pajama pants. He lays immediatly at your side and huffs as he falls into the pillows and you giggle as the bed shifts a bit beneath you. Frank watches the two of you carefully and as he curls into his own bed you are struck with the feeling again that he knows something that you don’t.----it reminds you once more of Edwin’s words; “kid’s got it bad for you, we all see it.”
It doesn’t take long for Frank to fall asleep—his loud snoring is a pretty clear sign that he’s out like a light–-while you remain awake, curled up next to Dwayne, his chest facing your back. You’re tired—in fact, you’re fucking exhausted not that you’re laying in an actual bed—yet you find yourself fighting sleep.
You wondered if Dwayne was awake—silently struggling to sleep like you were—or if he was peacefully asleep blissfully unaware of the fact that you were wide awake.
You let your mind wander, hoping it will distract you long enough that you’ll tire yourself out and finally be able to sleep. You think about the past few hours since you left your home early this morning—your father’s warm hug—your mother’s cold shoulder—Edwin being his usual troublemaking self—having ice cream with Olive—the bus breaking down—the old most kiss with Dwayne—joking with Frank and teasing Richard—Edwin’s advice—-Dwayne instantly knowing how to comfort you—it all turns over in your head on repeat, rewinding over one memory in particular.
The almost kiss—the way Dwayne’s face got all flushed—the way his eyes fell to your lips—the way held one of your hands like he was afraid of letting you go—the way he leaned in just slightly before stopping himself—
Alright–maybe letting your thoughts wander wasn’t the best option.
You huff and Dwayne shifts a bit behind you, one arm slipping over your side, hand resting warm against your hip. You go still and whisper quietly, “Dwayne?”
The only response you get is a low hum and the brush of his fingertips over your hip bone. You smile to yourself and slowly roll over to face him, his hand lifting for a moment until you settle back down and he rests his hand on your hip again. You blink rapidly until your eyes adjust to the dim lighting and you can see faintly see Dwane facing you with his eyes half-closed.
“Dwayne,”
His nose scrunches up and he hums, shaking his head as he curls his hand around your back,
pulling you a little closer and making you laugh quietly.
You lift your hand to his face, poking his cheek and whispering more insistently, “Dwayne–”
He grumbles, swatting at your hand until it falls between the two of you as he slowly opens his eyes and glares at you. You don’t need his notepad to be able to figure out that he’s telling you to go to bed. You giggle and close your eyes, lip twitching as you try to stop smiling.
You last barely a few seconds in silence before you start giggling again and he sighs heavily, pinching your side. You exhale, “Okay—okay—” you laugh breathlessly between your words, as you squeeze your eyes shut and try to relax again. You hear him sigh—you show a little mercy by not teasing him when you catch him smiling despite his attempt to seem annoyed.
You manage to relax a bit—you aren’t sure if you’re ready to admit that it might be because you’ve got Dwayne’s arm over your side, fingers tracing soothing circles over your lower back.
You do it without thinking–-your hand moves to the side of Dwayne’s face, fingers combing back his hair and brushing over his round cheeks. Dwayne jolts slightly, eyes opening in an instant as he furrows his brows at you, clearly confused by your actions.
You smile feeling suddenly very shy as you cup his cheek and whisper quietly, “I’m glad I came with you on this trip.”
Dwayne stares at you and although you can’t see it, you know he’s blushing—his cheek is warm against your palm. He looks like he wants to say something—and for a moment you almost think he’s about to break his 9-month vow—instead, he offers you a sheepish smile and a soft hum in agreement.
It takes you a minute to stop staring at him—eyes catching on his when they wander to your lips again—all it would take is a second for you to just close the gap—-you wonder if he’d stop you if you tried. You don’t give yourself the chance to find out, instead, you pinch his cheek, grinning at him when he pouts, and you move your hand away from his face, resting it on his side—mimicking the way he gently holds your hip.
“Night tough guy,”
You don’t need him to speak for you to know what he’s thinking as he hums quietly—you can almost hear his voice in your head teasingly mumbling, ‘Goodnight smartass’---- you laugh, quiet and airy as you close your eyes, curling a little close to him until you’ve got your head tucked under his chin. It takes barely a few seconds for you to start drifting off, lulled to sleep by the sound of Dwayne’s heartbeat and his hand on your side, fingers still absently tracing over your hip.
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Buddie - Going through the doors - Season 6 (where we are now)
I think this part of 6x11 was interesting:
The 118 has gone past the doors (which isn't their first time) but notice how they stop right before the next set of doors. Not just because medical personnel took over with Buck but also we know that Buck himself never understood why they couldn't go past the doors, which he tells Eddie back in season 5 that he was the one that probably jump started the firefam going past them.
Which in relation to Buddie is interesting because:
But we do know that Buck eventually goes past the doors due to this scene:
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(Taylor never makes it past the doors but does it make past the gates)
And then we have this scene in 5x06:
Buck is in the hospital since Mitchell sent Buck in with the other escaped convict, keeping Eddie hostage in the ambulance. When Buck hears the shot, he rushes out (which is a bit of a purposeful inverse from the 4x14 hospital scene btw)
But then when you go back to 5x01, we see Buck and Eddie both going past the doors, though it's Eddie who is focused on by the cardiologist, which catches Buck's attention:
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Granted, there is a ransomware attack going on so it's all hands on deck but they purposely had Eddie and Buck working together not only for this scene where Buck realizes something is up with Eddie, but also because they both worked through the doors together though it's about Eddie (minus a life threatening injury this time) because the doctor chose to focus on him, meaning going through the doors this time is in regards to Eddie despite their patient.
And the next time (after 5x01) that we see Eddie past the doors in the hospital, Buck is nowhere near him:
Which makes absolute sense since this is the season where Eddie has his self-realization and self-acceptance emotional arc:
My whole long point is that I think it's very telling that not only does Eddie go past the doors with Buck, wanting to do the compressions himself, but also that Buck has one set of doors that Eddie goes through but not the second. And that he is forced to yell out "Do more" because he can't go past that second set.
I've said it before, that Eddie is more in position now for any realizations to happen, than Buck is. Because he went through said emotional arc last season. But it also makes sense that Buck is now getting into position himself this season, with his own emotional arc/development, and that while Eddie is partially in so to speak, he's not all the way just yet.
My prediction is that once Buck completes his self-realizations (now that he has self-acceptance checked off), we will either see Eddie going past the doors with Buck where the focus will be on Buck (a la 5x01) or we get canon Buddie first (which the doors parallel won't be needed until afterwards).
Because we've seen Eddie go past the doors in other situations, whether for the 118 or himself, with no issue:
And we've even seen Buck and Eddie together past the doors for various reasons:
They just weren't in position yet.
Whereas when Buck had his emergencies, we didn't see Eddie past the doors so to speak:
But they are getting closer:
Bonus:
Doors have come into play for them before.
(that fire engine door was ripped off after they got Eddie inside & drove away; almost echoing Buck's impulsive decision to put himself at risk to save Eddie, so to me it makes perfect sense that we don't actively see Buck going past the doors at the hospital but we get the truck scene we do with "Are you hurt?" a full episode "Make sure you're following your heart", that Eddie's blood is all over Buck, & that we are shown the shot below of Oliver and Co working on Eddie minus the door, especially considering the position of Oliver in the closeup vs his positioning for the wide external shot = they chose for us to see the door get ripped off and for us to see Oliver in the center of the doorway; Eddie was already on his way hence the will scene dialogue)
It's official. We are on our way, folks.
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Imagine a reader x severen on new years and they have a kiss at midnight I've always wanted that
Srry this is late I literally just took a mental vacay for a few days but I'm back 😁 I truly don't care if it's January 5 lol
One shot • no word count • not proofread • Severen x GN!Reader • Ending to Near Dark never happened/Caleb's Dad never found him; Caleb stayed with them and let's fast forward just a few years bc I found this gif 🎉
When the Clock Strikes Midnight
You all had just woken up a few hours prior and already had your meals for the night. Drunken people loitering the streets of the bigger town you all stopped into. A few bodies lay bone dry in multiple dark alleys that no one would be the wiser to thinking they ran into human trouble or passed out and died of hypothermia in the cold...Well, the marks might give that away but you'd all be long gone by then.
"Man, what's with all the drunkards out here tonight for?" Homer mumbled with his hands in his pockets. "I told ya we shouldn't be in big towns like this...Look at all these freaks. "
Jesse sighed while walking hand in hand with Diamondback up ahead of the group. "Normally I'd agree with you, old man, but we needed to feed. And a bunch of people out of their wits are perfect targets for an early and quick meal." He slowly drew out; leisurely surveying the surroundings.
Caleb was walking between Mae and Homer (Much to Homer's disdain) as he mumbled. "Uh...It's New Years Eve? Right?"
Diamondback scrunched her brows a moment in thought. "Is it?"
You finally spoke up as well, "Yep."
"Huh." She hummed as she sighed and leaned into Jesse. "...I beileve they're right, Jess. Another year done went by."
"...You guys didn't notice?" You muttered walking side by side with Severen behind everyone. Severen made a habit of guarding the clan from the back while out and about and since you wanted to be near him; you decided to walk a bit slower to ease back towards where he was.
Jesse smiled with a scoff of a chuckle. "Years go by real fast for us, YN. After the first 100; why keep countin' 'em? "
Homer scoffed. "After the first 50 more like it."
Caleb huffed with a disbelieving smirk. "God, yall act like humans don't celebrate at least 50 New Years Eve's in their lifetime."
Diamondback chimed in. "Ain't the same. Humans age, they change, their lives change with each year." She turned her head, exchanging a look between you and Mae and Caleb as the youngest members of the group. A coy smirk on her lips as she softly said. "Ours don't."
Severen huffed. "Ain't that the fuckin' truth. Only thing that changes is how much dumber the people get." He grinned wryly to himself as a young guy hanging out with his friends practically stumbled into your path before correcting himself and staggering back to his group hanging out on the sidewalk near the bar. "All you can eat and the food serves itself." He gave that signature chuckle of his that you could recognize anywhere.
Severen raised his brows down at you playfully and you just smiled with an eye roll and looked towards a couple dancing with party hats on in the bar window. Oblivious to the world around them.
"...Want seconds? They'd be real easy." Severen bent down and whispered to you. You blinked in surprise, not realizing you were staring at them before shaking your head. "No, just watching."
The longer you were in the group and saw Jesse and DB so devoted after so many decades and Mae and Caleb being absolutely nauseating teens even after a few years of being together; you could understand Homer's bitterness a little. It had only been a little while of you being turned compared to your once fragile human lifespan and even you felt that aching in your chest when you saw that aging couple in their 50's dancing; let alone the two couples in your group so enraptured with their mates. Whatever level of loneliness you might have felt as a human felt magnified by the impending doom of Eternity... Alone. Decades if not Centuries of not having that person that made you feel loved. It was no wonder this group stayed together with not a single one of you able to have friends or family; you were all eachother had in the long immortal void of being what you were. But even friends and family could only cure the overwhelming urge to find your mate for so long; they couldn't fill that ache of wanting someone. Your person. The one person that felt like a missing puzzle piece in your life. Humans spent their entire lives obsessing over finding 'the one' so you felt stupid thinking that feeling wouldn't be 10x worse being turned. Especially seeing two pairs of other turned people that found their forever match.
You knew how Homer felt for obvious reasons. But you also wanted to just look at Severen and ask 'How can you stand it?' Especially since he was in this group first other than your Patriarch. He was the second to be in this group the longest as Jesse's prodigy. How did he manage going from it just being him and Jesse for decades to being the third wheel? All these decades later of seeing his creator/father/older brother/friend/mentor or whatever he viewed Jesse Hooker as become Mates with DB and just existing alongside them until Homer came along. How can he be so okay being alone like he is night after night for over a century at least?
But then you looked up at him once more and that question instantly died in your mind...Because maybe...This feeling wasn't universal? It was you and only you. Maybe this loneliness wouldn't be there if it wasn't for your budding feelings towards him? Your heart sank as you realized maybe he didn't think of it because he didn't feel the same way about anyone; including you. Having a crush made this feeling worse the last few months and the disheartening realization you'd never be like that couple in the window or Jesse and DB or even Mae and Caleb made your frown to yourself.
Homer seemed grumpier than usual and tired. He ended up tripping and almost falling over as he cursed to himself. A few people looked over at this child cursing like a sailor as he glared at them.
Severen laughed and told him. "Be careful there, ya old lush!"
"Shut it, Severen." Homer grumbled. "I HATE drunk blood." He mumbled and didn't seem to care if anyone heard.
Jesse gave him a look to stop talking as you all moved away from the people talking around the outside of the bar. Your eyes never left that couple dancing as you saw the clock inside said 11:54 pm. Your heightened hearing picked up talking on a nearby radio that talked about the ball dropping soon.
Severen chuckled. "Yeah, feeling a little buzzed myself. Hey Jess, remember back when we got a hold of those one fellas high on opium?" He laughed to himself before Jesse could even answer. Looking down at you with a toothy grin. "I slept like a worn out dog after that." He lost the grin as he saw you weren't paying attention.
A bit more chattering you paid no mind to happened. Jesse and Diamondback led the group walking forward but to your surprise you felt someone tug you back by your jacket. You looked up to see Severen tilting his head, scrunching his brows ever so slightly and staring down at you.
"Hey, what's eatin' you?"
"Nothing." He raised a brow at you and you couldn't help the nervous smile. "No really, nothings wrong. I mean, not really."
"Then why are ya spacing out for?" His eyes traveled to the small bar booming with people as the clock said 11:56 pm inside. "Ya want to go in there?"
"No, we don't have to. It's loud, wall to wall people, probably just asking for trouble with all the drunks in there."
He slowly smirked down at you before slinging an arm over your shoulder. You were used to him being touchy but it still made your stomach jump with nerves as he pulled you close and led you by the shoulder. The cologne he used whenever he went out to disguise himself as just a regular human wafted under your nose. It came in handy when you all had no idea when your next showers would be or to disguise any scent of blood that might linger on your clothes from the night prior. It was clean, spicy scent you definitely didn't mind.
"Sounds like my kind of place."
He walked you in and looked around with a grin at how crowded it was. Most of the time these small town bars just had a handful of people that gave you all wary or dirty looks but you both were completely ignored in here. It was almost over whelming having so much noise from the radio broadcasting the ball dropping to the jukebox to the people excitedly chattering to clanking of glasses and pool balls.
You almost turned to leave but Severen steered you back with a hand on your shoulder. "Come on, just till that ball drops then we'll head out. Alright?"
You thought a moment before smiling and nodding. "Alright."
Leave it to Severen to draw you both right in the middle of the bar where most people would be content on the sidelines. You talked to him over the music and people. "God, it's loud!"
He snorted. "Shit, you ain't heard loud till midnight! Only quiet ones are the ones sucking face."
You gave a nervous laugh and shook your head seeing 11:58 pm. "I actually have never done that."
He gave you a surprised look and bent down slightly to make sure he heard you. "Kissin'??"
"At midnight on New Years Eve. Never done it."
"Never?!" He exclaimed, seeming shocked by that for whatever reason. You gave a slight shrug with a smirk, trying to look around at things. "Nope!" Never."
He gazed at you from the side with a strange expression you couldn't place. Huffing slightly before he looked down and smirked to himself and mumbled something you couldn't quite hear.
"What was that??" You asked louder than you intended before people started quieting each other down as the radio blared that it was 11:59 pm New Years Eve and the last year of 1989.
He bent down and said to you so no one else could hear. "I actually remember 1889's New Year, beileve it or not. Course, we didn't go all out like this. Not even close. In fact, this whole ball droppin', throwing confetti everywhere, drinking yourself under the table shit didn't start till 30 years later or so." He stood back up fully and shook his head to himself. "Damn...100 years."
You smiled at him. "Severen Van Sickle, are you getting sentimental? "
He smirked and nudged you. "I ain't gettin' soft and sentimental about the passage time like some old man."
You shrugged up at him with a smile. "Well, even if you are...100 years is a long time. I mean, regular people celebrate every year because it passes them by faster than they think so maybe yours is just realizing you've lived over a century?"
"Maybe." He mumbled in thought before the countdown started.
You both got shhed by a stranger as you saw the excitement among everyone, a couple already kissing when the count down was at 5.
"5...4...3...2-"
"1." Severen finished for you. You blinked in surprise when you felt his arm wrap around the small of your back and his other hand cradled the back of your head as he bent down and leaned you back to kiss you.
Time slowed down as you felt his lips on yours. A little overzealous for a first try but hey that's just Severen and everything he does. You grabbed at his leather jacket to steady yourself as you barely heard the cheering, the happy new years, people blowning kazoos or whirrling clackers around while others hugged or clapped...All while you felt his strong arms wrapped around you, practically holding you up with his inhuman strength while only one of your feet touched the floor under you. You finally kissed him back after the shock of it all wore off as your lips moved against his. He continued kissing you as he raised you back up to stand on your feet but even when he pulled away from the kiss you wobbled, gripping against him as he grinned down at you and wrapped both of his arms around your back. Your chest rose and fell as you stared up at him with wide eyes.
"W-Wow uh..." You gave a slight smile, unsure what to say. Confetti on his shoulders and dark hair and you were sure it was on you too.
"Wow, huh?" He teased, his hands still holding onto you. He dropped the cocky grin as it turned into a slight smirk instead. "I uh...Damn, I think that drink we had earlier was fuckin' 90 proof." He chuckled out as only you two understood what the drink was. "At least ya can mark that off yer list."
"Yeah. Yeah, I guess I can." You gave him a warm smile and allowed both of yourselves to hug onto each other longer than anticipated. You wanted to kiss him again. Wanted to tell him you couldn't hide these feelings you had anymore and the burning question opened up after this kiss 'Did he feel the same? Was this just him being arrogant and making sure he's the first at something or because he genuinely likes you too?'
You didn't get to do either when Mae cleared her throat. You both looked over to see her and Caleb grinning at you both inside the bar a few feet away. "...Are we...Interrupting?" Mae murmured with a giggle as you and Severen almost instantly let each other go. More you than him, you did NOT feel like hearing the teasing THE WHOLE RIDE to your next destination.
"Um, yeah- no. We were just-" You looked at Severen, thankful blood circulation didn't allow your face to heat up anymore.
Severen gave you a smirk and confidently answered. "Celebrating the New Year. Don't tell me ya didn't kiss yer girl when that clock struck." As he ruffled his hair to get the confetti off of him.
Caleb huffed. "Course I did! But that was almost 2 minutes ago."
"Huh, time flys then." Severen winked at you.
Mae gave you a knowing smirk and Caleb chuckled to himself as Severen wrapped his arm around you again and led you out as the drinking and loud music continued in the bar.
You both walked out and to your surprise, Severen whispered to you. "Are you alright with all that we did back there? I swear it the alcohol that guy had in his blood has me a lil tipsy so if I got a lil carried away..."
It genuinely took you aback but shook your head. "No! No, I'm glad you did that...It was...Nice."
"Yeah?" He asked.
"Yeah. In fact...Maybe we can walk around town a bit together? If you want to, that is. It doesn't get light out till 7 in the morning now."
He gave you a satisfied smile. "It'd be my pleasure. Where to first, darlin'?"
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eddie "the freak" munson
summary: you and your popular friends decide to go to one of his shows, and oh boy what a show will it be.
⚠️WARNINGS: contains smut, dirty language, mentions of cheating, eddie taking your ability to walk straight and c*mming inside you, also a slight mention of drugs
word count: 1.7 k
disclaimer!!: english isnt my first language so sorry for any mistakes :( also ive just got back from a writing slump, hope u enjoy my attempt at getting back into it
Well, it wasn't supposed to turn out like this. But you're sure as hell you ain't complaining.
As you changed in your normal clothes in the locker after cheer practice, you heard some of your friends whispering about going to one of Eddie "The Freak" Munson's concerts with his little irrelevant band, as they liked to call it. You get to see Eddie and also hang out with your friends? Obviously, you said yes. Even though the second parts souns less appealing. A lot less appealing.
Ok, yeah, maybe your friends didn't know that you have had the fattest crush on him since 5th grade when he threw food at you at lunch break and ruined your new clothes. And maybe they didn't know about the countless nights where you told your jock boyfriend you'd go to sleep early because you had a test paper the next day, only to finger yourself for the rest of the night while thinking about Eddie absolutely demolishing your insides and your mouth. And maybe they didn't know the fact that only the simple presence of him got you so hooked up that you never wanted to leave. Like you just got bit by a snake and he's the only cure available.
You hurried to your house, struggling to pick an outfit that would most definitely catch his attention, but also one that wasn't too slutty, so your friends don't think you want Eddie to notice you (which is the biggest lie ever to exist). You finally decided on a black skirt and a white top, something simple and a little revealing. After doing your hair and makeup, you left your house and ran to your friend's car, who was already waiting for you.
Shutting the car door, you turned on the radio and relaxed into the car seat, smiling uncontrollably while thinking about how you're going to finally see Eddie live. Playing his guitar. With his fingers full of rings.
"Excited, aren't we?" your friend joked, giggling a bit while taking a turn, which made you blush a little.
"I've never been to a rock concert before, so yes, I am a little nervous," you responded, toying with the hem of your skirt.
"If you can even consider it a rock concert..."
You rolled your eyes and fell back into the seat, closing your eyes and bobbing your head to the music. It was going to be the most exciting night you had in a while.
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Not surprisingly, not a lot people showed up. You could recognise Mike Wheeler, Dustin Henderson and even Steve Harrington, though his fabulous hair could be spotted from a mile away.
Oh yeah, and of course your "perfect" boyfriend was there too.
It's not that he wasn't attractive, he was actually handsome, with a squared jaw and big muscles. He was a jerk, had an IQ of one and was...bland. There wasn't anything interesting about him, really. And you all knew that tonight Eddie's band was going to get booed.
"I'm going through the bathroom," you told your boyfriend, who wasn't even paying attention to you, and instead was talking to one of your dumb blonde friends.
Well, now you had to find Eddie- you mean the bathroom. He had to be somewhere around, either practicing before the show or just laying around, wondering who would come to see them play tonight. You weren't even sure why you went to find him- you had nothing in particular to tell him. Just his simple presence filled your stomach with butterflies, apparently.
Wandering around the house, you suddenly got pulled into a room by a strong hand, shutting the door behind you. Oh- I guess you found what you were looking for.
Eddie Munson was now staring at you with an annoyed face expression, waiting for you to speak. You felt your legs getting wobbly, and your voice came out weak.
"Hey--"
"Don't you <<Hey>> me, Y/N," he hissed back, blocking the door with his back. Oh, his back was kind of big. "You guys never come to our shows, you want me to believe you suddenly got an interest in metal music?"
"Well, maybe, yeah!" you responded irritated, putting your hands on your hips. And that's all you managed to get out.
Eddie crossed his arms, making them appear even bigger and veinier than before. Oh god, you're not sure you could last too long without literally jumping on him.
"So? Are you gonna tell me why you and your friends came to our concert?" he asked again, getting visibly more annoyed. "Is it about your boyfriend? Does he want to, you know, kill me again?"
"No! It's not about him! I swear!" you said in a high pitched tone, getting closer to Eddie and grabbing his arms. "I just.."
Were you about to tell Eddie Munson that you were quite literally in love with him since you first laid eyes on him? You only live once, so, fuck it.
"I'm in love with you."
There. You said it. Now it's out in the air. The air that seems to be getting even more dense that before.
He's staring at you with wide eyes and an open mouth, which he closes with his palm. A good 5 minutes pass before either one of you speaks again. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife- not even a knife, a really sharp nail. You finally built up the courage to speak again.
"Look, I-"
"I have to be high. No, I think you're high. Or we're both tripping," he said, interrupting you and putting his hands on his head, looking around aimlessly in the room."Y/N, do you do drugs? Did I accidentally sell you drugs? Please just quit the-"
"No, idiot, I'm not on drugs!" you screamed, walking up to him angrily. "I am in love with you. I think I've almost accidentally called your name while my boyfriend was fucking me at least 10 times. And I remember every time you looked at me. I even noted it down my calendar. Do you believe me now?"
Without answering, Eddie grabbed your face and latched his lips onto yours, lapping at your tongue and putting his hand on your ass, squeezing tight before lifting you up and putting you on the nearest table.
"This feels like a dream come true," he said in between breaths, pulling your top down to reveal your tits and pinching your nipples, in which you could only respond with soft yelps and moans.
You put your hand on his crotch, only to feel the hard, throbbing erection he had, which only made you even more wet. Removing his pants, and boxers, his cock finally sprung free. And Oh.My.God. It was twice the size your boyfriend had. You weren't sure how it was gonna fit in, but you were most definitely prepared to find out.
Eddie flipped you around and bend you over, running his fingers around your clothed clit, feeling how wet you are before ripping your panties with a loud "rip" sound, which emitted a high pitched noise from you.
"Sorry, I will buy you new ones, but right now I'm going to break if I don't cum inside you faster," he said, positioning his head at your entrance.
You could only clench around air at his dirty words, feeling water dripping down your thighs because of how wet you were. He entered you with a sudden slap, groaning as he adjusted himself inside your tight pussy.
"Is this okay?" he asked, at which you could only moan and look at him with your doll eyes, which he took as a "yes".
Before you knew it, your insides were demolished by him, thrusting in and out of you at a rapid pace, ocasionally slipping out of your hole only to slap it on your clit a couple of times before entering you again. Loud groans and moans from both of you filled the room, not caring if someone from outside heard you. After all, they did come for a show.
You put your hand on your mouth, attempting to cover your pathetic moans, but before you could even do it properly Eddie put both of your hands behind your back, holding them tightly while bending over to whisper something in your ear.
"Stop trying to muffle your moans," he whispered hungrily in your ear, "I want to hear you scream my name, mk?"
Oh. Those where the only words you needed to hear. As he flipped you around and attacked your mouth with his, Eddie repeatedly kept hitting your g-spot, making you almost scream of pleasure in his mouth. He held your hands on top of you with one of his hands, the other going up to your neck to choke you ligthly. Everything was perfect, from the way his hair sticked to his forehead because of him sweating from the way he stared face and body with half lidded eyes while panting, you felt like you were about to explode on his cock at any given moment.
"I'm gonna c-" he said through his teeth as he finally released his hot cum inside you, painting your walls white. You came a couple of seconds later, clenching all over him and loudly moaning his name.
Eddie remained inside of you for a couple of minutes, kissing your lips softly, and you could swear you caught him smiling in between some of the kisses, before pulling his cock out and pushing his cum back inside you with two of his fingers.
He scrambled around the room for his clothes, and while he struggled to put them on you both awkwardly laughed, as if he wasn't balls deep inside you and you weren't screaming his name just a couple of minutes ago. The atmosphere was interrupted by the voice of your boyfriend calling your name and looking for you outside, sounding really worried, fearing something might had had happened to you. Though, you could care less.
"I think you should go, Y/N, I don't want both of us to be killed," Eddie chuckled, opening the door for you.
You knew this little charade wasn't over yet, as he slapped your ass while you walked through the door.
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Silverstone with some delay 😅
I'm finally back, bitches!
First of all, I'M DEAD. Second of all, Marina was broadcasting everything that was going on in the race while I was waiting to die (of boredom, cold, impatience... you name it, you can choose), and that's how my phone died luckily at the end of the concert, but... WHY THE FUCK DID I HAVE TO MISS THIS ONE!?
So I've started watching the race today at the airport because I obviously needed to see for myself. If it had been a boring one maybe I would've passed on it until Thursday or even Friday that I'm actually free, but not this time. I needed to see this ASAP after all I've read and all I've seen since yesterday.
First things first, I knew about Zhou's crash the moment it happened, both from Twitter accounts I follow and from Marina. I was horrified and when I saw the video.... Chills run down my spine, and the cold wasn't helping. I wasn't calm until I knew he was okay. Now I've seen it again and... still horrible to see, honestly. Good thing they have the halo. Like seriously, he wouldn't have made it if it hadn't been for the halo... And George. Oh my Giorgio, that fast thinking just stopping the car and running towards Zhou to check if he was okay, he must have seen he was conscious before moving away I guess. That right there is human quality.
The worried faces while the race was red flagged.... And at the same time Zhou, Pierre and Giorgio crashed, Ocon, Albon and Yuki I believe crashed too, and Albon had to be taken to the medical centre too. Good thing they're all okay, because it looked nasty all over.
After the restart (I'm running on low energy atm so as to remember much from what I've watched before arriving "home"), I've noticed Verstappen having some troubles with the car 😬 Scuderia Clowneria doing a terrible job at taking care of Sharl, who is still the one driver of the team at the top in comparison to the other AHEM, Yuki and Pierre having a little dust up, Ocon losing the car (which the Alpine mechanics managed to save - more or less, that is - after his own crash at the very start of the race), our Birthday Boy passing Verstappen with a very, very elegant move (which I enjoyed immensely), Lewis vibin' setting fastest lap over and over and over and over again, with that tractor, Kevin and Mick inside the points!!!!!!!!!! I mean, whoa. I know how this ends, but I'm so over the moon watching it happen.
I mean, Pérez getting Driver of the Day? Really? He did NOTHING of substance until the restart after the Safety Car, where he was close to Lewis, otherwise he's done absolutely nothing in the whole race. Yes, the battle between him and Lewis has been nice to watch, but that's about the only thing Checo did.
Now I have to say THE BALLS LECLERC HAS. He's afraid of nothing, he's faced Checo without moving an inch. AND NOW LEWIS PASSES BOTH LECLERC AND CHECO. Whoa whoa whoa, THAT WAS COLD AS FUCK. Spanish commentators shouting that Alonso is right there going after Lewis (big surprise) and he can't even get close 😂 I mean guys, don't be sad please, he can't, he never could.
Now I'm watching my dear Sharl and Lewis fighting. Isn't this beautiful? Focus on them instead of Carlos, that's perfect. I'm enjoying this so fucking much, this is just spectacular. My brilliant boys 🥲 This shows how Lewis isn't the problem, same as Charles. They both fought tooth and nail against each other turn after turn without even touching, they came really close to each other, but they kept it clean and elegant like the gentlemen they are. And that, ladies and gentlemen, THAT'S HOW IT'S DONE.
AND MICK, OH MY DARLING MICK!!!!! That Schumacher killer instinct is there, I knew it was!!!!!!!! He was so damn close and he was doing such an amazing job making Verstappen nervous with a Haas! So well deserved, Mick, this is just the beginning ♥️ HE'S SAYING EXCUSE MY SWEARING ON THE RADIO, I'M DEAD! HEARING HIM TALKING IN GERMAN WITH GÜNTHER AND GINA 🥲
It's a real shame that after Lobato said that Carlos had already won before even crossing the line nothing happened to make that impossible. Another time maybe. I'm watching the interviews before the podium ceremony and I still can't see the impressiveness of Checo today. I could maybe see it in previous races, but not in this one tbh.
Lewis hugging Tom Cruise like it's another day at the office. This man 😂 And people still try to talk about him like he's nothing to this sport and he's friends with half of Hollywood and 3/4 of the rest of important people anywhere. They can still try, yet he's still better than the rest combined 🤣 And I've also seen Damian Lewis there!! I love that man, how can he be so gorgeous, how's that even possible?
I'm honestly impressed guys. Even knowing what happened yesterday, this was fantastic. This weekend I'll probably watch Saturday and Sunday after work, but maybe not, so we'll see. At least I'll watch on the actual day 😂
I'm off to bed finally, since I'm back to work tomorrow afternoon (I don't want to, I hate this) and back to being a responsible adult.
See you on the weekend, babies. Peace out!
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Hello! I was wondering if I could get a Matchup for Maze Runner, LOTR, and Marauders Era please? I'm bisexual with a male lean, she/her.
Personality wise, I am very quiet at first, having to be encouraged to actually talk to people upon first meeting them, but after a while I open up and I am very talkative, I also can be very unsure of choosing things (my best friend always says that I'm allowed to ask for things when I am at her place) especially because I always get nervous someone will judge me for my decision. I also can have a very short temper at times, with either leads to me finding a pillow to slam against a bed or me crying the anger out. I tend to care more for those around me and making them happy rather than myself, because my family and friends are extremely important to me. I've always been a little bit of a people pleaser, and people do find it easy to take advantage of me because of that at times. And what attracts me to a person is usually their personality, if someone seems rude I will distance myself from them, but usually I end up liking people who I find are kind, like talking, and have similar hobbies to me, and can make me laugh and want to make me laugh
For hobbies I do a lot of writing (as my dream job is to be a writer), and reading, but I also love skating, listening to music, colouring, and dancing. I also tend to include talking to my friends as a hobby. (This is throwing me back to when my crush said that writing and reading weren't my hobbies because I do them both too much to be just a hobby lmao-)
Interests is definitely writing and flying, as said before I love writing, but I also really want to become a pilot!
Love language: My love language is either giving gifts or physical touch
well hello hello, you absolutely can have a matchup! also i just have to ask, are you a hufflepuff?
for maze runner,
I (definitely) ship you with...
Newt
genuinely i didnt have to even read through your whole text to know this lmao
- Newt is the kindest, most compassionate person around, and he’s super pretty too, so it was inevitable you’d fall for him. He would be the one person never once taking advantage of you, even if the others unknowingly will at times. Like, he’s also kind of keen on keeping things civil and friendly and all, but he’s well able to call someone out on their bullshit, so when you aren’t... He really, really pays attention to it. And tells others, too, even if you hear about it from Minho who heard it from Fry who heard it from Gally and not from himself.
- He continously tells you the same thing your friend does, namely that you’re allowed to speak up and do things just because you want to. That you don’t matter less than anyone else. I don’t want to make anyone cry here but that definitely has to do with his past.
- Anyway I feel like I don’t even have to elaborate why Newt is so perfect for you. Your personalities just work. A relationship between you works. He adores everything you do, especially when you write - he loves teasingly (but never mockingly or threateningly) convicing you to read it out to him afterwards, just because he’s always amazed at the skill you have, stringing sentences together, making them sound so wonderful - but really just everything about you.
for lotr,
I ship you with...
Aragorn!
- First of all, I pictured Aragorn helping you through one of those rage episodes/ with your short temper immediately when I read through your description. Like I can just really imagine you losing your temper, clenching your hands to fists during some really annoying conversation, him instantly noticing and taking your hand and walking two steps and then just handing you an axe and letting you chop down a tree. Or some orks.
- Also he really is a kind person. I can absolutely see you falling for him. He’s loyal and protective and so strong willed, and he may not like talking as much as listening, but he’s certainly always up for a conversation with you. He’s really physical (on second thought that comes across wrong, what i mean is that he’s sporty and fit) and he offers to teach you swordfighting as a way to deal with your temper, but it also perfectly fits your love language because he does enjoy a good hug. I do think he values acts of service himself, but he likes that you’re all about physical touch.
- He shares your love for music, if not as much as some elves do, but a lot. And something he loves even more than music is just... watching you dance. He is always happy about dancing with you, too, but expect him to stare at you much more than joining you. (He’ll never decline an invitation, of course. He could never do that to you.)
for harry potter,
I ship you with...
Pandora!
- Pandora may be a little quieter than you are, but she is not shy in the slightest. She loves to talk about anything and everything with you, join when you’re writing or drawing or dancing or just listening to music.
- She’s definitely all about gift giving as a love language - when she sees something that reminds her of you or makes her think of you, she’s giving it to you. And she also adores you doing the same; she has a jar of things for everything that you get her, an album for photographs and poems and after some years, a whole drawer because it was getting out of hand keeping it in a smaller place. Every flower you get her, she dries and makes into jewellery or decor.
- Pandora really likes the outdoors and I genuinely think she’s made friends with enough magical... things in Hogwarts and on its grounds that she has no problem coming up with date ideas that involve flying. Sure, yeah, you can just use a broomstick and you do do that a lot because you just love the sensation of being so high up, but it really is a different feeling when you’re riding a Thestral or a Hippogriff instead of a wooden stick.
#matchups#x reader#harry potter#marauders era#marauders#tmr#maze runner#newt#newt tmr#newt x reader#pandora#pandora lovegood#aragorn#lotr#lord of the rings
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Adapt pt 3
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Word Count: 1761
Warnings: None
Pt1 Pt2
Masterlist
The two of you locked eyes from opposite sides of the hallway. You were enamored by her appearance and she seemed to feel the same way about you. Her eyes slowly cascaded up your body until she was peering directly into your eyes.
A thin smile spread on her lips," Don't you look charming, hot date?"
Your smile was smug," Actually, yes I have a very hot date tonight. Had to dress to impress. What about you? You look absolutely stunning and you couldn't possibly have done this all for a night in."
She brings her hand over chest," Oh you've caught me red handed. I've also got an extremely hot date tonight. Do you think she'll like it?"
She gave you a little twirl at the end. Showing off her outfit. Nat had on a beautiful skirt and blouse to accompany it. She had a few on a necklace, earrings, and a bracelet. Her auburn hair was perfectly curled and her lips were painted to match.
" I think she'll love it"
The two of you laughed before Natasha grabbed your hand. You smiled to yourself at the sensation. She led you out of the compound and you walked in comfortable silence until you had made it to the main street.
" It's a nice night out so, I wanted to walk with you if that's alright?" She was focused on the ground below her.
You gave her hand a gentle squeeze, causing her to look up at you," It's perfect, Nat"
She blushed and then it was silent again. You could almost feel the gears turning in Natasha's head as she tried to come up with something to say to you.
" I don't necessarily know if you like it, but I've seen you eat pizza before. So I thought we could grab a slice and walk around the city and after that maybe we could stop again for a milkshake? It's no pressure if you had something else in mind I just-"
" Natasha, that sounds amazing, I would love to explore the city with you"
She lets out an exasperated laugh," Sorry, I'm just a little nervous. I really want this to go well"
“ We haven’t done much, but I just like being with you. I don’t think anything can go too bad if your hand is in mine.” you make sure to reassure your date.
She rolls her shoulders a bit,” You’re right, this kind of just feels perfect,” she was silent for a second,” How was team bonding?”
“ It was interesting. Tony was endearing, Bruce is trying to find a cure for my memory loss, Thor told me something about home, Steve and Clint gave me some dating advice. The boys were way more considerate than I thought they would be”
She nodded,” They can be when they want to. What about Wanda?”
“ Wanda is fucking amazing. She helped me get ready for our date and then she went into my head and helped me pull out a childhood memory. She couldn’t get to the stuff directly before I joined the team, so she told me to think further than that. I ended up with this memory of me and my ma. I couldn’t really see her face, but the warmth was still there”
Natasha beamed when she saw how animated you became,” I assume it was a good memory then”
“ It was the best Natty. My ma had made this pie. It was a peach pie and I was maybe 5. We shared a slice. I was a cute kid too, I never thought I’d be that cute. I can’t believe how adorable I was”
She chuckled,” I guess some things from your past are the same”
You blush as you realize Natasha is calling you adorable, “ If you say so”
Natasha stops in her tracks and looks into your eyes,” I do”
You could’ve turned into a puddle on the spot. The intensity in her eyes was enough to make you blush even more. You could see the smirk appearing on her face as she noticed how flustered you were getting.
“ This is the pizza shop,” Natasha said, pulling you in behind her. Her stopping in her place didn’t seem so intense now, but it didn’t erase the butterflies in your stomach.
She ordered a supreme slice while you stuck the classic cheese. The slices were huge and the cheese was glistening. They reminded you of the Pizza from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie, that Tony had forced the team to watch.
“ I’m going to have to do some crazy training to work off this monstrous slice,” you took a sizable bite off of your slice.
“ I think that’s a reason for us to train together, don’t you think?”
You laughed,” I don’t think I could train with you”
Nat raised her eyebrow, “ Scared Y/ln?”
This made you laugh even more,” Not at all. I just know you’d be distracting”
“ How so?”
“ I’m barely holding it together being next to you and you think I could keep my focus with you on top of me,” you could feel the heat creeping up your neck simply at the thought.
Natasha had a small smirk on her face,” I’m sure you could adapt” Her eyes met yours in a teasing manner as she took a bite of her pizza.
You swallow hard, “ So, how about your day, what did you do?”
She still had a smile of content on her face knowing she had made you switch subjects,” Well I was trying to plan out our date all day. I didn’t know where we were going to go first. I almost made reservations at a few places, but I didn’t know if you’d want to do something so formal. I thought about the movies, but we couldn’t really talk during the movies. I kind of wanted something a little more personal and relaxed. That’s how I settled on a night on the town.”
“ I love being here with you Nat. Next time maybe we can have a fancy dinner. I wouldn’t mind showing you how nice I clean up”
She eyed you, “ Next time?”
You try to hold your confidence, “Is that too ambitious?”
Natasha shook her head, “ No, I’d love to go an another date with you”
On the inside you were throwing your fist in the air and running back and forth down the block, cheering about how you managed to score a second date with Natasha. On the outside however, you were just smiling slightly to yourself," I'm kind of craving that milkshake now"
" Let's go then," she led you down the busy streets. Bright lights glossed over the city as you took in the scenery. You watched as seemingly everyone else was out enjoying their night too.
" Nat," she hummed in response," Tell me something about you."
She took a second to ponder," Did you know I have a sister?"
" Really?" You were a bit shocked as far as you knew Nat grew up alone in the red room.
" Ya, we grew up together in the red room. Her name is Yelena. I don't get to see her very often, but we stay in touch as much as we can," she explains.
" It's nice that you were able to make that connection with someone there. I know that must've been difficult. If she does anything like us, I know it might be hard to keep in touch, so I'm glad that you find the time"
Natasha smiles at you," Ya, I'd really like it if you could meet her one day"
" I'd love to meet her Nat"
The two of you walked the rest of the way to the milkshake place just enjoying the company. When you got there you decided to share a shake.
You sat across the table from each other, engaged in topics about nothing and everything. The server came with your strawberry shake and two straws. You both drank from the drink until the only thing left was the cherry.
You were insisting that Nat take the cherry and she was insisting that you take it. Nat ended up plopping the cherry in her hand and breaking the stem off.
She daringly put the cherry in your mouth with her thumb. Letting linger on your lips before putting the stem into her own mouth.
Your eyes dilated at the action. This woman definitely had a certain hold on you. You swallowed the cherry and then looked at Natasha who had tied the stem of the cherry with her tongue.
" Is there anything you can't do?"
She giggled," There's a few things, but a spy never divulges their secrets"
You rolled your eyes, but nonetheless followed the woman out of the shop. Her hand found yours again as the two of you made your way back to the compound.
You had made it to the front door before speaking," Well this is part in date where we'd be saying goodbye if we didn't live together"
" We could still pretend," Natasha offered.
Your hands shifted to Natasha's waist as your eyes caught hers," I had a really good time tonight"
Natash looked into your eyes," Me too, I'm glad you liked it. Maybe we could do it again sometime?"
You nodded your head slightly leaning in," I'd like that"
Natasha met you the rest of the way and you shared a gentle kiss. Everything about it was innocent. Her hands had reached up to gently caress your face. Your eyes were closed and you never wanted to open them.
It was Natasha who end the kiss by resting her forehead against yours," I can't wait to see you again Y/n"
You smiled and pulled back from her. You opened the door to the compound leaving her outside," Bye Natasha"
You closed the door and leaned against it for at least a minute. You couldn't wait any longer before opening the door and yanking your date into your arms.
" It's been so long," you joked.
" An eternity"
The moment just had to be interrupted," So you the two of you?" Tony popped out of nowhere with the rest of the team behind him all eagerly awaiting an answer.
You and Nat stared at each other, then you placed a kiss on her cheek," Yes"
The team cheered and you and Natasha laughed. This was it, this was your home, and they were your family. You decided at that moment that you'd never be giving this up. This is where you belonged.
#natasha romanoff imagine#natasha x reader#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanoff#the avengers#Tony Stark#lowkeyerror
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