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russellsppttemplates · 2 months

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Never letting you go (Max Verstappen)

There was nothing stopping you and Max now

Note: english is not my first language. This is the first Max big piece to sort of introduce their arc, let me know what you think! ✨️

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Tw: mentions Jos forbidding Max and reader of dating, curse words

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"What do you mean you're going to the Grand Prix?", you quirked your brow as your friend Cara sipped her coffee, "I thought you said you'd never be caught dead one of those", you chuckled.

"Matthew's company got a bunch of passes because they got a deal with one of the sponsors - I think? - I don't know much about it, all I know is that he brought three home because he thought you'd like to join us", she offered.

You never hid how much you enjoyed watching Formula One, even if watching it, especially in the last couple of years, often brought emotionally heavy memories back.

"That's nice, count me in! What type of passes are they?", you questioned, taking a bite from the cake on your plate.

"I don't know, he was talking all about them and I must admit I zoned out", she admitted, "but he said they were really good! He was very surprised at what the passes had, but his boss is very cheap so I don't know how great they actually are considering the possible comparison", she smiled as you nodded, "count me in, though. It's been a while since I stepped foot on one of them", you recalled.

The last race you attended was when Max was in Formula Three still. The paddock was so big and crowded with so many people, you doubted you'd bump into him. It wouldn't do you any good, would it?

"How did you get hospitality passes?", you gasped as Matthew handed you the lanyard, "they've invested a lot of money so I guess the sponsors didn't mind loosening the belt", he shrugged, putting his own around his neck after scanning it.

"Thank you for this, by the way", you flashed him a smile, "no worries, Y/N, the only way I could convince her to come was if you joined us, and I don't mind actually spending the weekend with someone who also knows a little about the sport", he chuckled as Cara laced her arms with her fiancé, "I'm glad he has you to talk to as well, there's only so much feigned interest I can muster up", she rolled her eyes.

Scuderia Alpha Tauri had been Toro Rosso, but despite the name change, as soon as you walked in, some faces were still familiar from the pictures you got sent from Max on gia first season with them.

"Why did you get interested in Formula One anyway?", Matthew asked you while you sipped on a latte, "I always loved the idea of the cars going very very fast, and then when I actually had the knowledge to understand how they worked, they really intrigued me", you offered, "I also had a friend who was very into it, so he also escalated my interest in it".

"He didn't pull you enough to work on motor sport though?", Matt wondered.

"I didn't enjoy the competitiveness of all of it", you admitted, "it's very strict, and if you want to be successful, it takes the good things away - your family, your friends", you opened your heart to him, thankfully noticing it and sorting the heartfelt confession seemingly about a job, "they travel a lot and they're really competitive that is, I'd never be able to do that for a job", you smiled, hoping you saved yourself from further questions.

"That's why you did mechanical engineering, then?", he asked, "for the most part, yes", you replied, "Oh, they're starting free practice", you smiled, looking over to the track from the balcony seats.

Sophie walked into the RedBull hospitality, looking for her family. Because it was Monaco, they felt safe enough to bring the Lio and Luka to the paddock, knowing they would be close to home in case things didn't go well as planned.

"Grandma!", the oldest boy called her from his spot on his father's lap, his brother sleeping on his mother's chest.

"Hey, my dears", she greeted, "You won't believe who I found on my way here", Sophie began, "I'm surprised Max didn't tell me he invited Y/N. It's a shame she isn't here with us, though", she commented.

The first indicator of surprise should be the way the blond woman looked at her mother, "what do you mean Y/N is here?", she whisper-yelled.

"I just saw her in the Alpha Tauri hospitality, I was walking with Helmut and he was headed there, that's when I noticed her. Max didn't tell you?", she quirked an eyebrow just as her son sat down next to them.

"What didn't I tell who?", Max spoke, setting his plate of food down on the table.

"Why didn't you tell us you invited Y/N for this weekend?", Victoria was the first to scold him, hitting his arm in a sisterly manner, "and in Alpha Tauri of all places? I'm sure they would've bent the rules a little and give you a pass so she could be a RedBull guest!".

Max thought he heard incorrectly. Y/N, his Y/N was in the paddock, in the sister team of the one he now drove for.

"I, I didn't offer her anything", Max said, his brother in-law looking at him weirdly as well, "I don't know how or why she is here, but I had nothing to do with it. We haven't spoken in a while", he mumbled. A while, three years, same thing, he supposes.

"Well, I just saw her. You should go say hi, I'm sure she would love to but she can't exactly find you where she is, it has to be the other way around", Sophie offered.

"What makes you believe she would?", Max questioned, both himself and his mother and sister.

"Because the way you never forgot her, she never forgot you", Victoria sterned, "don't you think she deserves your attention? She was in it for the long run, Max, and maybe she has moved on, maybe even has someone", the thought alone made Max loose his cool, "but she was your friend, the person you trusted most in the world and you let her slip".

"Don't sugar coat it, please", Max sarcastically replied.

"It's true, Max, and you know it", Sophie said, sensing her son didn't want to talk about the topic, but not allowing him to leave the table without a piece of her mind as well.

Max needed to put on his suit again, ready for qualifying, walking along the corridor until he found his door.

"Hey, before you go", Victoria called her brother as he was about to go into his driver's room, "Lio is really fussy, so we're just going back to your place, I'm sorry", she said.

"It's fine, whatever you feel the most comfortable with", he said, waving at his nephews and brother in-law.

"We will be supporting you from home, then", she said, kissing his cheek, "And Max? I know you're not used to it, but follow your heart", she smiled.

"Can I do that now?", he softly bit back, smiling and blushing at his words.

"What's stopping you?", Victoria said as she walked back to her family.

"Who is that?", Jos asked as Max asked him if he could invite you over for dinner before the season began.

The conversations with Toro Rosso were getting serious and the opportunity for a seat in Formula One was right there, up for him to grab if he worked enough.

"She's my friend, you know Y/N", Max tried to reason with his father.

"For this to work, Max, I think you need to distance yourself from home", Jos advised, ignoring his mention of you and carrying on with his lecture, "I'm talking no parties, no trips to come and see friends and family - I really think those are just getting in the way between you and the career you deserve".

The statement was clear, and Max knew better than to question it.

"I've spoken to your mother - she wasn't the biggest fan -, but you really need to focus on this", Jos reiterated, "no friends, much less girlfriends", he chuckled.

The dinner ended up being just Jos, Max and Victoria, the thought of having you there quickly erased in his head.

When Max met up with you before he left for the season, he was antsy. Just a week before, you had stolen innocent kisses from eachother's lips and revelled in the feeling of being in eachother's embrace without a care in the world. And it felt good, so good, like the piece that was missing in Max's life finally completed the puzzle.

"Hey", you greeted, kissing the corner of his lips and allowing him to pull you down to sit on the sofa.

"I spoke to my dad, I'm leaving in a few days", Max said, "there's some testing they want me to do still", he mumbled, lacing your fingers in his.

"And where do we end up?", you asked the million euro question. Truthfully, you entertained the thought. Even though being away from Max for most of the year would be a challenge, the love you felt for him was too big, too great for you to forgo that challenge. You were his and he would be yours.

"It's not going to work, Y/N. I need to focus on racing", he stated blankly despite how much it hurt him to utter those words out to you as the conversation with his father resonated with him.

"Max your focus is getting a Formula One seat", his father sterned, "do you know how hard it is? How much effort and work you have to put in? There can't be any distractions!"

"But Y/N isn't a distraction!", Max reasoned. If anything, you were the one keeping him humble and with both feet on the ground at all times. You cared for him, not because of his racing, who he was or who he could become, but because you loved eachother.

You'd never do anything to ruin his career, Max thought as he worked up the courage to tell you all of it. He couldn't get distracted, not now. He couldn't afford making mistakes because he had a girlfriend back at home waiting on him.

Your understanding, however, wasn't aligned with his expectations. He hoped you'd fight, at least, but you swalled your tears and nodded, "okay, Max. I hope you get your seat, you deserve it so much, I know it will happen".

Max put in on pole, leaving you to smile and snap a picture of the moment, wondering if you'd have the courage to send it to him.

"So, does this mean it's over?", Cara asked, "Because I could do with going home, actually", she nudged.

"Let's go, then!", you smiled, putting your phone in your bag and looking for the way out, ending up following the other guests into the paddock.

"Y/N, dear!", you heard someone call your name, and on cue, you looked for the voice despite the fact that it wad unlikely someone recognised you there.

Sophie didn't age, you thought, as you looked at the source of the voice that called you.

"I'm not going to hold you up, guys, you can go!", you smiled, waving at Matthew and Cara once you assured them you would be fine.

"I'm sorry, Sophie - they're my friends, and he was the one who got the passes from his office", you apologised for leaving her to wait a little for you.

"It's alright, dear. It's been so long since I've seen you", she nudged, "I'm sure Max would love to see you, too!", she jumped straight in.

"Would he, though?", you squinted your eyes.

"He would, Y/N", Sophie said earnestly, "I saw you this morning - at Alpha Tauri -, and he knows you're here", she smiled, "I'm assuming you're watching the race, too. Pay him a visit, okay?", she rubbed your shoulder and left a kiss on your cheek, "He's also my ride home, so I need to go look for him! Bye, Y/N!".

Race day meant rush everywhere, so you got to the paddock just in time before everyone rushed inside, finding the perfect spot to watch the race.

"I need to take this call, one second", you said to Cara, recognising Max's contact on your phone.

"Y/N, hi! I didn't think you'd pick up actually", you could hear the nervousness on his voice, "thanks for the picture, by the way, it was very... nice".

"It's no problem really, I thought it would be a good memory to keep", you smiled, "are you ready for the race? Or do you want me to give you a pep talk?", you chuckled. Back in the day, whenever he didn't feel too confident about a race, you had the power to help him out his head in the right place and bring his winning mentality to light.

"I'm fine, actually", he smiled, "I- I was wondering if you'd like to meet up later", he gulped, "I'd like to talk to you, but it's difficult until the race finishes, and then debriefs and media and all that".

"Sure, text me when you're done then", you stated boldly, "have a good race Max, you know I'm supporting you".

"Even if you're with Alpha Tauri?", he joked.

"I never stopped supporting you, it's not going to be a guest pass that's going to change it", you said as he bid you goodbye, ending the call and finding your friends.

When Max won, you clapped unashamedly as everyone else seemed to join you in your excitement, and after the race celebrations were done with, you waited patiently for the text to get to your phone.

"So you're staying back?", Cara asked, "I am, I'm meeting a friend", you explained. At her curious stare, you furthered, "do you remember the guy I told you about when you tried to set up that double date?", she nodded, "yes, the guy you were friends with, and when you both wanted to take a step forward, he had this big shot as his dream career and his father wouldn't allow him to date anyone", she said as she realized, "my goodness, he's here? Y/N, go for it!", she encouraged, "I know you still have feelings for him, who knows? Maybe this is your chance to reconnect", she rubbed your shoulder.

After you bid goodbye to Cara and Matthew, a text go through to your phone.

From: Max

Mum is waiting for you at the door :)

Approaching the hospitality, you quickly spotted Sophie, "c'mon in, dear! Max wanted me to get you myself, he was afraid no one would ler you in", she chuckled, guiding you through until you were in their dining area.

"Y/N!", Max beamed, setting down the crayons he was drawing with at the table with Luka and walking up to you.

"Hey everyone!", you waved at Victoria, putting a pin the two little boys' curious stares as they looked at you so you could hug Max.

"Congratulations, Max, I knew you could do it", you whispered into his skin, his arms hugging you so tightly against him.

"Thank you, Y/N", he spoke, "I missed you so much, I missed this so much", he squeezed you one more time before allowing you to greet the rest of his family.

"This is Tom, and that's Lio and Luka", Victoria said after she hugged you tighlty, "say hi, guys!", she encouraged as the two little copies of Max waved back at you.

"We're going to head home, it was great seeing you, Y/N!", Sophie announced, "I'm sure we'll see eachother a lot more from now on", Victoria complimented, helping her husband pack up the kids' belongings and toys so they could retire to Max's apartment.

"I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner sometime this week", he jumped straight forward, "I'm having dinner with the team today and then the rest of the grid want to go to the club, so I wouldn't be able to spend that much time with you, and I want to be able to just focus on you", he smiled.

"That's fine by me, I appreciate the thought", you smiled as he led you to one of the tables, asking one of the caffé staff for something to drink for the two of you.

“Listen, I think, I think we found each again for a reason", he began boldly, not sure if this was the way to go after not having spoken to you in a couple of years. Still, it wasn't a lie.

"Define found, considering we've been iving in the same city for nearly a year", you smiled, "although you don't spend much time here anyway, so I guess that's a nice enough excuse", you teased, your foot tapping his shin playfully under the table.

"So, Monaco, hm?", Max started, "I didn't expect you to live here out of all places", he nudged, wanting to know more about your move but afraid he was stepping in vulnerable territory.

"I did it because of my earnings for sure. I've got to save as much as I can on tax on the fortune I make as a female engineer", you sternly said as he looked the most surprised you'd ever seen him, "I'm joking - not all of us move to Monaco so our million euro salaries have better taxes", you teased.

"Why did you do it, then?", he asked, smiling at how familiar it all seemed. Just like old times, he thought.

"The company I work for was the one that needed the tax benefits", you clicked your tongue, "and they wanted people to move here. Only one of my colleagues moved here with her whole family, as they expected, so they ended up calling the ones that weren't attached to anything or anyone in particular, and I was one of them", you shrugged your shoulders, "I moved to a new country with a different language, the only people I knew were my work colleagues, so I had no one to complain about them to, but I make it work - at least I like to think I do", you smiled.

Not attached to anyone, he recalled, humming at your response, "it's not such a bad place to live, right? Granted I don't spend much time year, but still enough to appreciate it", Max spoke.

"How about you, Mr World Champion", you nudged, "how does it feel?".

"Obviously it's great, and everything that I worked for", he added, knowing the underlying topic in the conversation, "I get to drive fast cars and I travel the world, there's not much left for it to be the complete dream", he said, gingerly touching your fingers over the table and accepting your hold when you laced them together.

Conversation was flowing easily until one of the employees told Max that he would have to go and get ready for the dinner, meaning you would have to part ways.

"Does Tuesday work for you? I'm not sure how well I'll be tomorrow", he chuckled, "yes, that's fine by me, just text me the address and the time", you smiled, getting up and kissing his cheek, "have a good time, Max, but be careful with the alcohol, I'd hate to have to pick you up again", you reminded him of the time he got way too drunk and he insisted he would only go home if you came to pick him up.

Dinner was great and Max invited you back to his place, hoping you'd be able to talk properly about the elephant in the room in a more private and comfortable place.

"You're struggling there, aren't you? Even with your itty bitty small hands?", Max teased as your pinky just about stretched enough for you to not lose everything by dumping the contents of your bag on the sidewalk.

As you and Max left the restaurant, you fiddled with your wallet in your bag, hoping to keep the card the waiter gave you safe for the next time you wanted to visit the place.

"I do not have itty bitty small hands!", you argued, shaking your bag a little to make sure everything was safely in place.

"We need to have the same starting line - like", you rearranged them so your wrists would be touching. Still, it didn't make much of a difference on your end. It looked like it even highlighted a few more differences, "yours is much bigger, I give up", you giggled.

"See?", Max said as he held your hand out against his, "these are the size of fairy hands! Tinkerbell probably has bigger hands than yours!", he exclaimed as you noticed how much bigger his hand was compared to yours. His fingers were a little bit thicker than yours and his palm covered all of your hand almost completely.

Now or never, Max thought as he laced your fingers in his once you let your arms drop and rest by your side. His thumb rubbed your skin and warmed you up, "was this your plan all along?", you wondered, feeling the bravery around you two and choosing to act on it.

"Lacing my hand in yours or proving to you that my biggest mistake was letting you go all of those years ago?", Max stated as he looked deeply into your eyes.

"We should talk about this inside", you bit your lip, allowing him to guide you through the apartment complex he lived in.

His living room was decorated in classy tones, probably with the help of him mother and sister, as you sat down on the sofa and face eachother.

"I know I apologised at the time, but I'm still sorry, Y/N", Max said, "at the time it was the dream and I didn't have much room for my own decisions. Still, I should've fought", he concluded.

"You didn't blatantly acknowledge it and decided we couldn't be together, Max", you conforted despite the hurt you felt at the time, "it hurt, - like a bitch actually -, but not because you were following your dream. I never wanted to pull you back and get in the way of your achievements", you gulped, "but I would be lying if I said I wouldn't like to give this a go, to give us a chance", you smiled.

"I know I have crazy schedules - I am barely here during the season -, but you were always the one I thought about. When I first raced in F1, when I got my first podium, my first win, my bad races - I wanted you there", he admitted, blue eyes looking into yours, "I can't promise that it will be easy, but I'll never risk you or our relationship, that's non negotiable", he stated.

Moving closer to him, you cupped his cheek with your palm, the slight stubble tickling your skin, "I'm in, Max", you smiled, taking the plunge and kissing his mouth, lips moving in sync as his hands pulled you into his lap.

The blissful moment was interrupted by a meow, Jimmy and Sassy walking into the living room, "Oh, guys", Max held you close to him as the cats sniffled you, "this is Jimmy and Sassy, my cats, took then long enough to leave the guest bedroom", he smiled as you tried to pet them, "cute, they seem nice enough - for cats anyway".

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entitled-fangirl · 3 months

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Her saving grace.

Joel Miller x reader

Summary: David captured the reader and Ellie. The reader hopes Joel is out there, searching for them. And he is.

Words: 2,458

Warnings: kidnapping, creepy comments, blood, attempted rape, negative uses of God, creepy ass preacher, guns, talk of cannibalism, lots of angst.

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The woman eyes opened slowly, not wanting to adjust to the light in the room.

She was in a cell.

Ellie.

She sits up quickly, her eyes scanning the cell for Ellie. She was there, unconscious on the other side of it. The woman crawled to her, resting her hand on Ellie’s forehead, her finger lightly grazing the cut that resided there.

The door to the room opened, revealing David.

She let out a sharp breath. She remembered. David had kidnapped them.

She hadn’t meant for it to happen. No one truly means to get kidnapped. Her thoughts roll back to Joel, who, for all she knows, is still recovering in the basement of the house they used as refuge. She wasn’t sure how long it had been since they were taken, but odds are, he wouldn’t make it long without them.

David squatted next to her, outside of her barred enclosure. He gave a smile. Perhaps to most, this was a comforting smile. A smile that showed he was of no danger. But she knew better. He was beyond dangerous.

She watched him closely, not saying a word. She wouldn’t let him touch Ellie. And by god, she wouldn’t tell him about Joel. The more she kept hidden away, the safer her little family would be.

He let out a soft sigh, noticing her watchful gaze. “I don’t want to hurt you, ya know?”

She said nothing, continuing her stare before it broke away at the sound of Ellie’s breathing. Her eyes scanned the girl quickly before looking back at David.

He continued, “You care for the girl greatly. I can see that. I know she’s not yours, but I can’t help but wonder…. Is she his?”

Her jaw clenched at the mention of Joel. She feigned innocence. “w….who?”

He chuckled at this. “C’mon, you’re smarter than that, Darling.”

She let out a shaky breath. Hearing the word "darling" come from his mouth made her want to puke. That was Joel’s word for her, and she had always relished in the feeling it gave her to hear it come from his lips. But now, hearing it from David, she would rather the word never be muttered by anyone again.

She couldn’t help but let her mind wander to thoughts of Joel. She longed to see his face again. The crease in his forehead when Ellie said a cringey joke. The way his hands would run through his hair when he was thinking. The soft sighs that escaped his lips when they ran into situations. Above all, she loved his smile. They were so rare. But when one happened to come across his face, she swore it turned the clouds away.

He was probably dead. His body lying in that basement, cold, probably bleeding out. And she could’ve prevented it. But she was stupid enough to let herself and Ellie get caught. And now, Ellie would never be the cure. And Joel was dead. And it was her fault. She feared Joel would never forgive her, even in the afterlife.

She had known him for a while. They had initially met the day Tess brought him to Bill’s. She was Frank’s beloved niece who had traveled with him, and the two had adopted her in an unorthodox method. They were a happy family together until Frank became sick.

And the day Joel came back through with Ellie was her saving grace. He was her saving grace.

She snapped out of her longing gaze with the feeling of David’s hand caressing her jaw. She jumped slightly, and he smiled more. “What is he to you, girl? If you care about him, you’d give him up freely- for both your sake and theirs.”

She considered his words before going on a limb herself, “Doesn’t matter. He’s dead.”

His grip on her jaw suddenly tightened, bringing her face close to his, the bars being their only separation. “Watch yourself. Thou shalt not lie.”

What did he mean by that? He knew Joel was alive. How did he know Joel was alive? Something must of happened.

A shaky breath comes from her lungs, her eyes beginning to spring with tears. She felt stupid, not even being able to hold her tears in. How Joel stayed so calm in stressful situations, she’d never understand.

David’s grip loosened slightly, smiling down at her. “Tsk, tsk. You care for him, don’t you? Well,” his tone changing, “he’ll be no more soon, and I’ll be here to pick up the broken pieces.”

She couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Joel was out there. Somewhere. She just couldn’t read David enough to know if he’d been found or not.

If he hadn’t been found yet, and is currently on the loose, David would need more than a prayer to save him from the older man’s wrath.

There was no use hiding it now, “Where is he, David?”

David’s face lit up at the fact that she really didn’t know anything. He could say anything in the world and she’d have to take it for fact. “Well, Darling, he is going to be dealt with. Publicly. The people need to know killing one another is against God’s law.”

Her eyebrows creased, “So, you’ll kill him?”

He nods. “It’s what God wants.”

The silence engulfs them for a while before he stands up, “I’ll be back later with dinner. Hopefully she’ll be awake,” he mutters, his gaze going to Ellie.

She says nothing, continuing her stare at the floor in thought.

He stood for a few moments, simply admiring her. For someone so lost, she was so pretty. As if God had answered all of his prayers together.

He left without another word.

….

She had fallen asleep at some point, waking up to the sound of a yelp.

Ellie stood at the doors of the cell, an angry look on her face.

David slowly sank down in pain.

The woman sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes to understand what was happening. Whatever was happening in front of her was not friendly fire.

David grabbed Ellie’s head knocking it against the bars.

She stood quickly, grabbing Ellie and pulling her to her chest, cradling her head. They both stared at David with a look that would kill.

He cradled his hand, panting. “You little cunt.”

She let out a deep breath, unsure of what to do about the conflict. She felt Ellie reach her hand up to her own face, her finger pulling back blood.

“Let’s see what I go tell the others now.”

And with that, David turned to leave.

“…Ellie…”

He turned back around. “What?”

“Tell them that Ellie is the little girl who broke your FUCKING. FINGER!”

His gaze turned to stone. “How did you put it?” He asked. “...tiny little pieces?” And he left.

Ellie began to weep in her hold. The woman shushed her calmly and let her cry until she fell asleep again.

She didn’t need to know all the pieces of the puzzle, but just what she saw of their interaction told her far too much.

She prayed Joel was someone out there.

And by god, he was.

….

David and Troy entered the room, the woman’s head perking up at the sound. Ellie’s head rested in her lap, the woman’s fingers running through the poor girl’s hair as she slept.

As odd as it sounded for their situation, it was quite comforting. She had never considered being a mother. Especially not now. But, with Ellie, she started to understand and appreciate Bill and Frank’s sacrifices for her all the more.

David unlocked the door of the cell, and both men entered. She pulled Ellie into her arms to protect her, as if the poor woman would be able to do so.

“What… what are you…,” her voice soft and scared, “what are you doing?”

Ellie began to awaken at this, quickly realizing the situation. She stood. Troy quickly grabbed her waist to keep her from running. A scream broke out from the girl’s lungs as she tried to fight him.

The woman was not too far behind her. David’s hand reached out, grabbing her wrist. The one fault she had always hated of herself: she was all flight. Never fight. She envied Joel and Ellie for that often.

David quickly overpowered the woman, dragging her off to the sound of Ellie’s screams.

He pulled her into another room, this one slightly cleaner than the other, but not much. His arm was still around the woman’s waist, his other hand grabbing her wrist to keep her from what small muster of fight she did have left in her. His chest was a firm plank keeping her back against him.

She began to still, realizing that she could do nothing to stop the preacher from ruining her one chance at a happy ending.

She could scare him though.

Her voice was low. Scarily so.

“If he finds you, he’ll be merciless.”

He felt him smile against her neck, an unwelcoming feeling. “I’ll just have to keep him from finding you.”

Her blood ran cold. Her body became stiff, truly unsure of what to do. Perhaps they were both bluffing, and Joel was dead.

Or maybe he was out there, hunting for David like a shark that smelled blood for the first time.

A kiss to her neck brought her from her thoughts again. David began kissing up to neck to her jaw. She did nothing but breathe in a shaky pattern.

She was letting this happen.

Her mind was screaming. Screaming, not to let him touch her. To not touch Ellie. To not touch Joel.

But instead she stood there, emotionless.

He pulled her body to the ground with his, the horrid kissing of her neck continuing.

The one thing she did do, was cry. Hot tears flooded her eyes and she began to sob.

She remembered the first time Joel had seen her cry.

Frank was becoming too ill to do things on his own. It scared her. One of the visits from Joel resulted in her breaking down in front of him, telling him her every fear of what would happen to her beloved uncle.

And she remembers the feeling of Joel’s arms around her, comforting her. His scruff tickling her ear as he whispered calming words to her.

And he hadn’t seen her cry since.

But here she was, on the ground in tears. David’s body hovered over hers and she did nothing but accept it for fear of what would happen if she didn’t.

His hand ran down her stomach, towards the top of her pants. He began to unbutton her jeans, sliding the zipper down with ease. David noticed her tears, and he smiled. He leaned his head down to whisper in her ear.

“Don’t worry, Darling. I’ll make it all go away.”

A new voice echoed through the room.

“No, you fucking won’t.”

A shot fired.

Blood covered her face.

David’s body fell against hers, lifeless.

Joel stood in the doorway of the room, his shotgun held out, the barrel still smoking. Ellie stood behind him, her face had a few more cuts than before, but her eyes held a look of relief.

He threw the gun to Ellie quickly before moving towards the two bodies on the ground. He grabbed David’s body, practically throwing it to the side as if it weighed nothing. Like you would throw a trash bag into a dumpster.

He now focused on the body that was under it. Hers.

She laid there, her hands covering her face and she weeped harder than she ever had before. And it broke his spirit.

He kneeled down to her. As much as he wanted to comfort her, he knew injuries came first. His eyes scanned her, but he couldn’t tell if any of the blood on her was actually hers. He’d just have to ask.

“Darlin'?” His voice called softly.

She continued to weep, one hand covering her mouth, the other moving up towards her forehead to her hairline. He knew it was irrational to ask her these questions, but his brain had gone into overdrive.

He needed to know she was okay.

“Hey,” he called again, his tone slightly harsher to get her attention, “Darlin’?”

He hated watching as her tears mixed with the blood staining her perfect face.

If he could revive the man, he would- just to torture him slowly until he begged for forgiveness. But he wouldn’t make him beg Joel for forgiveness. No. He would make the preacher beg her for forgiveness. Because Joel would never give it to him.

Joel sighed, his patience running thin, wanting to be away from the town before anyone noticed. He grabbed her waist with one hand, trying to anchor her. “Hey,” he said with a stern tone.

He had never seen a reaction like this from her before. Her voice broken and begging, “Please…don’t… I… please… stop… stop…”

Joel froze. As if his hatred for the dead man could grow anymore. She didn’t recognize Joel’s touch. Her only thought was on survival. And his heart began to beat faster knowing this was all she could do as her method to survive. Beg.

He retracted his hand quickly, going for a different approach. His hand reached up to cradle her back of her head like it did that day at Bill’s. He pulled her head up, meeting it to his forehead.

“Shh… things are going to be alright… I gotchu, Darlin’.”

He tried to remember what he said that day to her. Until he remembered.

“...I gotcha. And I won’t let you go… I won’t let you go.”

They sat there a while, letting her finish her tears. Her breathing stilled, and she began to come to. “J…Joel?”

He pulled back, opening his eyes to meet hers. “Hi, Darlin’.”

Her arms move around his neck in instinct, her head pushed into the crease between his neck and shoulder. One arm of his circled her waist, the other moving to the back of her head, caressing her.

She pulled back in realization. “You killed him.”

He nods.

Her head disappears against his chest again, her voice muffled, “Thank you.”

He let out a light chuckle. He moved his voice down to her ear. “Maybe it’s what God wanted,” he said, using the preacher’s words against him.

She laughed against his strong chest.

Ellie moved from the doorway. “We need to go.”

Joel nods. “Think you can walk for me, Darlin’?”

She lets out a breath, nodding.

He helps her stand, his arm circling her waist to support her.

As they trekked through the snow, her body practically swallowed by his warm coat, he leaned down to whisper to her again.

“I gotcha. And I won’t let you go.”

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#joel miller #joel tlou #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller fic #tlou fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fandom #the last of us #the last of us hbo #tlou #joel miller tlou

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k-atsukibakugou · 3 months

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"Sex isn't a transaction." With Shindou or Bakugou would be incredible if you’re up for it, I hope you have a good day at work!💕

tysm jo!!! work was good teehee im now home for this weekend with my family!! i hope your week is good too <3<3 i wanted to go a bit of a darker content-y vibe but i could't get inspo that way so i made it cute and domestic instead lmao

w/c: 0.4k tw: no pronouns used, playful teasing teehee

“you know those lights in there make it look sparklier than it is right?” bakugou scoffs, even as his carnelian eyes tracked exactly where you looked through the window, gushing about the earrings on display on velvet cushions, your breath nearly fogging the glass with how close you got to the jewellery, the valentine’s day promotions reflecting in your eyes like your own pupils had turned to red and pink hearts.

“you just hate joy.” you playfully shove him aside to look into the window behind him, ignoring his feigned hurt to admire the necklace that had caught your attention; your eyes shining like the jewellery, the pendant glinting under the light. you were already imagining the weight of it at the base of your throat, the warmth of it against your skin, the divots under your fingertips between each gem setting. grinning, bakugou didn’t miss his chance to pinch your hips, tugging you closer, forcing your attention back to him with his voice in your ear, “i’ll get it for you, but you owe me.”

his usual gruff voice was light with comfort and calm, soft at your ear as he invaded more of your space, his smile obvious when he spoke, you didn’t even have to spare a glance towards him to know his canines were on display in a smile, his body warming your back even as his icy nose was pressed to the sensitive skin of your neck, his gloved hands holding you close even as you teasingly smacked at his forearms.

“sex is not a transaction, katsuki!” your thick gloves did little damage to the hero cradling you in his arms, hardly detering him as he cackled, dragging you you down the snowy street away from the bright windows of the store, “what am i taking you on these nice dates for then?”

a quizzical blond eyebrow rose to his hair as he finally released you, keeping only his hold on your hand to tug you down one last street to his building, the glinting in his eyes telling you he was anything but serious, “you’re not funny, katsuki.”

laughing again, bakugou watched your face from the corner of his eye, studying how plump your lip looked as you bit it, trying to hold in a giggle at your boyfriends antics, admiring how your hair framed your face even as the cool wind blew it, especially paying attention to your faux upset when he spoke again, “call me katsuki instead of baby one more time and i’m not getting the necklace.”

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#「jo <3」#「mercury answers」#「kat <3」#katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou drabble #bakugo drabble

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Destiel fic recs

Another round of brainrot. I hope they never fix what's wrong with me.

Beggars Would Ride by Tiamatv (Explicit, 118k)

You had me at Aladdin AU. When Dean Winchester is caught stealing, he's given one chance for freedom. Go into the Cave of Wonders, grab the amulet, and get out. Things don't go as planned. Now he's got a moody ancient genie to contend with. But maybe he can use up two of his wishes and then grant the genie his wish: to be free. What could go wrong?

This fic is an absolutely delight. I laughed so hard, especially at the fun ways Tiamatv played with the SPN canon and the Disney movies. But beyond the humor is some really fantastic world building and a beautiful story about finding your way when you feel trapped by life.

Genie Cas is very cute and grumpy and sassy, and it's fun to watch him start to care. And Dean has so much heart it will make you ache. Sam and Jess are disgustingly cute but both are also whip smart and fun. And Jo (Jess’ sister in this) is the knife girl of my dreams.

This one is hard to put down.

Tourbillon Dreams by kayliemalinza @kayliemalinza (Mature, 40k)

Dean uses Bobby's life insurance proceeds to buy a hoarders house stuffed to the brim with cursed and haunted objects. But when he finds a clock that also happens to be an angel, things take an unexpected turn.

It sounds cracky and there is some delightful humor, but this fic packs a beautiful emotional punch. Dean is in his peak caretaking, competency mode and Clockstiel is adorable and entranced with Dean in a way that is just immensely readable.

There is something starkly gorgeous about the way Dean and Cas are physically so different and yet they find each other in meaningful and beautiful ways.

Love Is a Meat Loaf Song by followyourenergy @followyourenergy (Explicit, 68k)

A reimagining of canon where Dean is never saved and becomes a demon. He's bored waiting for the apocalypse when he happens upon a certain blue eyed seraph and they decide to work together.

This fic has all the delightful sassiness you expect of Demon!Dean and especially when he spends time with his frenemy, Meg. It also has just absolutely amazing angel lore and a deep dive into Cas and his trauma. All of this is wrapped up in a soft love story about two beings finding each other and seeing each other and breaking down each other's walls.

It's the entire package of funny, sincere and romantic.

Where there is Darkness by quiettewandering @wanderingcas (Explicit, 91k)

I may have popped this on at some point when it was a WIP but I have to renew my recommendation if so. Dean and Sam are lighthouse keepers, but Dean keeps driving off the third member of their team until Cas shows up. But will they be able to overcome their past to carve out happiness?

This Dean and Cas are so delicious. I am deeply fond of them both. They are fighting against so much baggage and yet they find in each other something so special. Sammy is also perfectly oblivious in the best way. It's hard to explain what makes this fic special except that it is so engrossing, you will be slamming next chapter

Valley of God by ValleyDean @valleydean (Mature, 145k)

I know. I KNOW. The MCD tag is daunting in a fic like this but I promise that while it is accurate, then ending is softer than you think and it's really the way it should end.

So there are a few things about this fic that make it absolutely delicious. First, it really delves into Cas’ trauma in a really gorgeous way. We don’t have enough fics that look at his angel trauma (we can't for me tbh) and this one uses a religious cult situation to delve into it. Second, Dean and Cas in this fic are just so messy and delightful. Dean wants to believe that Cas is good so badly. Cas wants to protect Dean the same way. It's crunchy. Finally, the atmosphere is amazing. It's creepy. It gets under your skin.

Is it dark? Absolutely. But it's also amazing.

The Darkest Sunshine by StarlightOfFandoms @starlightoffandoms (Explicit, 35k)

If murder husbands is your thing, this one is a delight of a fic. Dean Winchester is the Righteous Man serial killer, a notorious murderer who goes after monsters (in human form). People who are guilty of abhorrent crimes. But when he goes after Cas, a professor believed to have murdered several students, he discovers an innocent man being framed. Together with Cas and his team, Dean decides to find the real killer. He just has to pretend to be Cas’ boyfriend until they succeed.

The fake dating trope in a murder husbands fic was a total delight. So was the fact that Dean doesn't work alone and has a full support system to go after the worst of the worst. It's an intriguing concept done really well. Dean in this fic is an interesting blend of sociopathic tendencies, a strong sense of justice, and a willingness to do anything for those he is loyal to. Cas is intrigued by Dean and accepts him as he is. It's a really great combination.

A Weed In Any Other Place by VioletHaze @scones-and-texting-and-murder (Explicit, 63k)

On the other end of the spectrum is this fluffy rom com. There is some angst, but most of it is soft, sweet falling in love along with supportive friends and family.

Cas is a writer. Well, Cas had a book published and now he's desperately trying to write his second while convincing himself the first was probably just a fluke. Writers block is a bitch. That is until his car breaks down and he ends up at a little shop called Winchester and Son. By some weird trick of fate, it's exactly what he needs. He has the most productive day in years sitting in their waiting room. So he comes back, and keeps coming back. The extremely cute mechanic with green eyes doesn't hurt.

Cas is a disaster at social situations in a relatable way. Dean is struggling to put away some bad lessons from his dad so that he can find what he wants instead of what his father pushed on him. Both have a lovely support system. Charlie, in particular, makes me deeply fond in this fic.

i like your shoelaces (thanks! i stole them from the president) by you-cant-spell-subtext-without (ayreisha) @you-cant-spell-subtext-without (Explicit, WIP, 33k so far)

My lovely Tumblr wife is back at it, writing the most delightfully chaotic fic based on Misha's prompt awhile back for President Cas and Fast Food Janitorial Staff Dean Winchester. It's a Cinderella story and in equal parts hilarious and adorable. Also it is a Dean-saster/Cas-tastrophe pairing which is always fun plus there's a 2 person love triangle situation.

Dean's stuck in a miserable job with his only escape being his love of How I Met Your Mother and the Tumblr blog he devotes to the fandom. But when a handsome man walks in one night after hours, things heat up. Too bad the man in question is actually the President.

It's a romp and a love letter to fandom.

#destiel #deancas #destiel fic recs #deancas fic recs #destiel fic rec #deancas fic rec

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ferrstappen · 1 year

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F1 MASTERLIST

CARLOS SAINZ

paella en mallorca: spending time with your boyfriend's family was almost as good as having him for yourself.

mónaco : pero si hay algo que nos quedó es todo lo que pasó en Mónaco (but if there's something left in us then it's everything that happened in Monaco)

CHARLES LECLERC

loving him is red: Charles’ girlfriend receives her first Grammy for Song of the Year, sadly enough the inspiration behind the song isn’t able to make it to the ceremony.

and the Oscar goes to: Charles and his actress girlfriend go to the Oscars, and he has to constantly reassure her.

AirPods and Princess George: a story of lost AirPods and Twitter memes.

titi we don't care: Charles can't seem to handle the fact a notorious singer took interest in you during Monaco GP.

Josephine, baby nº2 and baby nº3 Leclerc (dad!Charles)

the first one (dad!Charles): Charles tries to prepare to be the best dad for his daughter, even if she’s just two days old.

aren't we supposed to surprise you? (dad!Charles): you somehow manage to overshadow Charles and Jo's gift.

ESTEBAN OCON

LONG LIVE: Esteban Ocon (aka the biggest Spiderman fan, according to himself) tried to bribe his girlfriend for spoilers, but Marvel was just too good keeping their secrets (actress!reader)

LANDO NORRIS

august: every single one of her friends warned her that he was fresh out of a relationship. but she didn't care.

when we broke up series

the first time we broke up: it was easy to remember how you and Lando fell in love, but it kept getting harder for you to remember why you love him.

the second time we broke up: there were reasons to try again, but maybe not enough.

everybody wants a taste : Lando had never been the jealous kind, but after seeing you with many co-stars, he reaches his limit. and his girlfriend doesn't like it (actress!reader)

Amalia Norris (dad!Lando)

surprise! we are a family : this wasn't planned. you are basically children yourselves and why isn't getting pregnant at 24 not considered teen pregnancy? Now Lando is waiting to meet his baby and hoping he doesn't mess up.

meet & greet : Amalia's first time in the paddock to support her dad.

let me take care of it : when papa isn't feeling his best, baby Norris knows what she has to do.

MAX VERSTAPPEN

what happens with the kids?: Max really didn't have to find a girlfriend that soon after the divorce, and the fact that his girlfriend had a daughter of her own, didn't really help your case.

max, don't panic (driver!reader): your relationship with Max gets exposed in a non-conventional way, an accident.

max the wag: you can’t keep up with all the drama outside the track, but your boyfriend keeps you updated.

max the wag (again) max the wag (for the third time) max the wag: are we the drama? max the wag: caught in the middle

chicken soup: chamomile, green tea, honey, chicken soup, and your boyfriend was the best recipe to get over the flu.

primero llegó verstappen : Suddenly, Max isn't annoyed about being featured in a music video.

SLUT! : this isn’t your first time being a WAG, but people don’t seem to like the idea of you ending your relationship with Joe Burrow and falling in love with Max.

Mila & Luca Verstappen (dad!Max)

SAFE HAVEN: the Verstappen family and St. Barths

Disney World Break: Ahead of the Miami GP, Max and his wife take the twins to Disney World.

happy mother's day, sorry for the mess: Mila and Luca go rogue during Mother's Day, ignoring Max's plan.

unscheduled school visit: the twins’ teacher calls, the twins got in trouble. Max is in disbelief.

maxplaining 2.0: Luca Verstappen's first press conference during his karting career. turns out, he even speaks like his dad.

could you be more obvious? : you show up pregnant for the first race of 2024, just six months after Max won his 3rd WDC.

prompts

Accidentally referring them as "my" (MV1)

and whispering in their ears, "I love you" (CS55)

collections

THE COLLECTION MASTERLIST: pieces inspired by Taylor Swift's lyrics.

all the years we stood there on the sidelines, wishing for right now (EO31)

wanting was enough, for me it was enough (LN4)

#f1 masterlist

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dreamauri · 9 months

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‧˚⊹ 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴, 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 ଓ :: 𝗠𝗩𝟭 ‧₊˚⤾

╭╯ pairing . . . max verstappen x fem! driver! reader ) ┊ summary . . . he's always believed you were an angel, he hasn't let go since ) ┊ genre . . . fluff, smut) ╰╮ warning . . . seven year age gap, non descriptive hand job, non descriptive sex )

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2007

"Please." Max begged as he looked down at his kart, panic settling in his throat as the machine failed to start. Jos had abandoned the race once he figured out the kart wasn't going to move an inch, and Max held onto the tight string of hope that maybe it could still race.

"Please please please." He begged, trying again and again. "Tu es Bien?" Looking up he's met with your eyes. You could see he was hyperventilating, panic in his eyes, his hands shaking.

"C'est bien. C'est bien." You crouched down, putting your hand on his shoulder. Comforting him slowly. "Aller." You gestured for him to get off, and he did. And although he didn't understand you, he was ready to trust you.

Pulling your tool set out of your pocket, you began your work, Max fidgeting with his hands as he watched quietly. "Common tu t'appelle?" "Huh?" He barley understood the basics, let alone with your accent. "She asked what your name is." Charles popped out of no where, explaining.

"Max." "Ahh, le grand Max Verstappen." He felt himself blush understanding the title. You knew who he was? "Quel âge a tu?" "She's asking how old you are." Max glared at Charles huffing, feeling like he ruined the moment. "Ten." He answered.

"Dix? J'ai dix-sept." And although you were a whole 7 years older than him, he felt attracted to you. Fixing a few wires, you quickly finished up patting the seat for Max. He immediately got in, starting the kart successfully.

"Congratulations." You patted his head, pocketing your tools.

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2015

"C'est superbe." You put your hand out for him to shake. Without hesitation, Max shook your hand you could see his eyes wrinkle with a hidden smile beneath his helmet as he greeted you at parc freme.

Although he hadn't beaten you to P1, he felt pretty good losing to you. "Ton premier podium, n'est-ce pas sympa?" [your first podium, isnt that nice?] He couldn't understand you, but your voice and accent got him higher than any drug, made him blush more than any compliment.

He had ran after you as soon as you popped the champagne, making sure to empty all the contents of the expensive bottle on you as you tried to escape him, laughs falling from your mouth like waterfalls, music to his ears.

He set his mind to it, to get a podium with you every race to hear this laugh, and to learn French in attempt to rizz you up. Maybe he can ask you out?

"Y/N." He caught up to you after getting off the podium. "I was wondering if you wanted to go out to dinner if you're free?" "Ah! C'est une super idée, je connais un super restaurant ici à Monte Carlo." [yes! that's a great idea, i know a great restaurant here in monte carlo] You nodded eagerly handing your trophy to Charles ( who was making grabby hands for it ) and the champagne to Lorenzo.

"Est-ce que ça va si ma famille m'accompagne aussi?" [is it okay if my family tags along] "Quoi? Non! Tu as dit qu'il n'y aurait que nous!" [what? no! you said it would just be us!] "She's asking if it's okay for us to tag along." Lorenzo translates for Max, making the two teens glare at each other. "It's fine I guess. What ever you want." Max shrugged with a small smile.

"C'est une affaire." [its a deal] You shook his hand nodding.

Oh wow your hands were soft. Max felt embarrassed by his own rough and rigidi ones. "Je viendrai vous chercher dans quelques instants." [i'll pick you up in a few] You ruffled his hair before pulling your cousins away.

'Note to self,' max thought, 'Learn French.'

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2016

"Le grand Max." You joked as you watched max receive the P1 trophy. He was overjoyed as he held it, gently pulling you in a hug which you returned laughing, patting his back.

"Merci, Y/N." "P1 vous convient." [P1 suit you] You teased booping his nose before receiving your P2 trophy, raising it for your Ferrari team to see. Max could only smile, admiring your happy glow as you lifted you champagne bottle up.

He's been staring to long, watching you pop the bottle, too distracted to begin his escape from you. He was soaked from head to toe before you were done with him, a chocking and laughing mess. "Allez." You gestured for him to lean backwards on your outstretched arm, raising the bottle up.

"I can't— I—" He cut himself off, letting you dip him down and pour the expensive alcohol down his throat, emptying it in his mouth. He held onto your race suit, doing his best to gulp down the liquid. "Voilà!" [there you go] You cheered once he got back up on his feet, all dizzy and disoriented.

"Y a-t-il quelque chose entre toi et Max?" [is there something between you and max] Charles asked once you handed him your new trophy. 'Me and Max?' You though for the first time. An idea that made your heart flutter. You've never thought about Max that way before, and you're sure he wouldn't think of you that way either.

He was only 18, and you were 25. Plus you two were drivers that competed against each other. It's not like you two could be in a relationship. What would people think?

But now that the idea was given to you, you couldn't get it out of your head. Even with Max sitting beside you on a random rock, watching the sunset in a random location drinking beer. "Hey why do they call it— MHPH~" He was surly taken aback, never in his 18 years of life would he expect this.

You turned your face into his, crashing your lips into his. It was a passionate kiss. Max could feel fireworks erupt in his heart as you moved your soft lips against his. He held onto your shoulder, panting as he squeezed his eyes shut. "Y/N." He begged between kisses.

Snapping out of it, you pulled away with wide eyes as you watched Max catch his breath. "Y/N." He tried to lean in and catch you again only for you to lean back, gulping. "We— we cant. You're— you're just a kid." You tried to reason.

Was max dreaming? He's hearing you speak English? He must be dead.

"I like you, Y/N. I do." "What what the people think? The media? We— we can't— mhh~" You moaned into his lips, gently gripping his hair as he leaned into your body, lips meeting yours once again. "We don't have to tell them. We—we can keep this between us." He promised, holding your hand.

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2017

Making eye contact with Max, you stubbly nod to a random corner gesturing for him to take a time out. You could see his face blush as he struggled to make up an excuse to get away.

You trapped him in a corner once you got the chance, leaning down and connecting your lips with him into a soft and hungry kiss. This has been going on for months now, sneaking away only for you to trap Max between your arms as you made out.

You could feel his hand fist your shirt as you trailed your kisses down his neck, careful not to leave any marks. You could feel him stutter and stumble on his breath as one of your hands traced and danced slowly to where he needed you most.

"Y/N." You could hear him gasp as you helped him get rid of the tension on his pants. "Bon garçon." [good boy] You whispered in his ear once he finished as he struggled to catch his breath, falling on his bum on the floor like putty.

You leaned down, wiping the lipstick off his skin and zipping up his pants, leaving one last kiss in the corner of his mouth before disappearing same way you came.

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2018

"Voyonsssss." [lets seee] You giggled as you adjusted the Santa hat on your head, beginning to pull the wrapper of your gift apart to reach your secret Santa present. "J'espère que c'est soit de kimi parce que je sais que ce serait marrant de sa part, soit de seb. Je parie que seb fait les meilleurs cadeaux." [i hopping it's either from kimi because i know it would be fun from him, or or seb. I bet seb makes the best gifts.]

You chuckled, opening the gift to see a small pink hot wheels Porsche glued to the lid of a box. "Qu'est-ce que c'est?" [what's this] you chuckled confused as you pulled the little box open, pulling the paper out. "Manuel du conducteur?" [drivers manual] You read through the text confused, chuckling nervously.

"Je— Oh non." [I- oh no] You dropped the items covering your face, tears welling up in your eyes. "Pardon, pardon." [sorry sorry] you apologized quickly picking back up the box, pulling out the porsche car keys. "Oh mon dieu." [oh my god]. Looking at the driver's manual you could only squeal as more happy tears ran down your eyes.

"Someone got me a porsche?! Whos in their right mind!?" You wiped your tears pulling out the written card. "So you can go watch all the sunsets you want in style. Who's crazy enough to do this." "Is it your dream car?" "It is, oh my god." You fussed kissing the keys. "It's that idiot Max, I bet. He is so dead."

"Do you like it?" Max asked as he passed by, taking a sip from his Redbull can to try and hide his smile. "C'mere." "Oh shit." He ran away from you quickly as you started to chase him.

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2019

"You're an asshole." You gently smacked his bicep as you undid his shirt. Max visibly gulped, feeling your finger trace down his bare chest. "Do you want to stop? We can stop whenever you want." You assured, looking into his eyes.

Max was quick to shake his head. He wanted his first and only times to be with you. Although to the reasoning as to why he was having his first time in the passenger seat of your 911 targa was a mystery to him. He felt his breath hitch as you trailed kisses down his body, feeling on fire despite the January weather of Belgium.

He couldn't stop his hands from roaming your body once it was your turn to undress, his eyes looking at you with hunger and admiration, memorizing every inch. "I need you." He cursed, hooking his finger and pulling down your underwear slowly.

"Si impatient." [so impatient] You scolded him as you leaned your hands on his chest, sinking all the way down. You've never heard Max moan so loud and so much before. He was a practically in wonderland the whole time, gripping your hips with numerous sounds, whimpers, sinful noises falling from his mouth.

It turned you on knowing you had this effect on him, feeling him buck his hips up every few thrusts, curl his toes, beg for you. "My love— my love, I'm so close." He begged you as he leaned his head on your shoulder, hugging your waist as he practically slammed up into you chasing his orgasm.

"You fit me so perfectly, Y/N. You feel— fuck s—so good." He was a babbling mess to say the least. You could only giggle and encourage him in his ear as he neared you your own high.

"Good boy." You praised in his ear quietly as you stroked his hair, feeling his chest heave against yours. "Such a good boy." You hummed stroking his cheek gently as he brought his knees up, hugging you tighter, nuzzling in your neck. "W—wanna stay like this for a while longer." You could only giggle as you relaxed in his arms, playing with the hair on the nape of neck.

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2023

Max immediately recognized you once he felt your hands cover his ears. He turned to face you, a wide smile covering his face as you prevented the loud noise from his car from bothering him any further. "What are you doing here?"

You'd gotten a message from Max about feeling negative. You didn't even hesitate to fly down to Abu Dhabi for the season finally.

Max turned his body to you, pulling you in a gentle hug. "What are you scared about? You're Max Verstappen." You kissed his cheek. gently. You could see Max's blue eyes searching for the blob of blond hair he's come to love.

"Mika's with Sergio." He couldn't hear you, but he could read your lips. "She wearing-" He made a movement gesturing to noise cancelling headphones and you nodded. "You didn't have to fly down, love." He sighed pressing his forehead to yours. "Eh. Ima pretend I didn't hear that." You chuckled pressing a soft peck to his lips.

"Oh come on." Charles put his hands between you pushing you apart. "Char what the—" you playfully kicked his shin before greeting him with a hug. "That's what you get for not coming to see me first." He squeezed you. "Still can't believe you betrayed the Leclerces for him." He pointed accusingly at Max with a frown.

"Mate, you were my best man!" Max defended throwing his hands up. "Doesn't mean i like this." Charles joked pointed between both of you. "You were the first one other than us to hold mika!" "And I don't like the reason behind Mika."

"Boo!" You looked down seeing said child grab Charles calf. Seconds later she sneezed ending up with her falling on her bum. Panic was induced as she began crying with Max quickly falling into action and lifting the 2 year-old up.

"Papa!" Dayum she forgot she was crying real quick. "it's time for me to run away." You whispered taking a few steps back, only for Charles to hold you from your collar and pull you back. "Wait what are you doing here?" "To make fun of you." You told Charles sarcastically, standing beside Max who was showering his daughter with affection and kisses.

"My turn." Charles demanded finally hugging Mika. "You forgot something, again." you told Max as you lifted his left hand up, slipping the golden band on his ring finger. Max could only laugh as he watched you nod in satisfaction, kissing your hand. "I told you I left it behind so I don't lose it. You know I have the outline tattooed." He pulled you in whispering in your ear, making you giggle.

"How about this to make it up for me, after this you win, we can—" You cupped you hand over his ear as you whispered to him. Max made a few faces from impressed to surprised, to smug. Sergio couldn't even imagine as he watched Max pull away and wink at you, already regretting to come greet you when you're within 6 feet of your husband.

"I'll see you after the race, amour." You kissed his cheek, hand lingering on his chest before you took Mika away. "Ah! Salut, Sergio. Comment allez-vous." [hey, sergio. how are you] "Not good after what I just saw." "You have two kids, man up." You joked before taking your daughter away to watch the race. "See you darling." You waved at Max before disappearing.

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riordanness · 3 months

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champagne problems — [l.laurence]

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warnings: angst

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a/n: i really love this fic, i spent a super long time on it and it took me ages but i love it so i hope you love it too <3

“Thank you,” I tell my dance partner, another nameless, tasteless, personality-less boy I will never see again. I smile and curtsy, and turn away, as I do every time. No one will ever fill the hole in my heart the way that he did.

I spot Amy talking to Fred, and weave my way towards them. I don’t know anyone else by anything more than name, and it’s awkward. It’s stiff, it’s strange, and it’s uncomfortable. Trying to make friends with these men, men who couldn’t care less about my feelings or my ambitions; just my pretty face and my willingness to marry. Once they discovered I didn’t have my heart in that; at least not anymore, they lost all interest in me.

“Hey, y/n,” Amy greets me, offering me a glass of what I think is champagne.

“Thank you,” I tell her, and take a sip.

“How are you enjoying the party?” Fred addresses me.

I shrug, and try to smile. “It is alright.”

Amy has a sympathetic look on her face. She knows me a little bit too well. All the March sisters do, as well as… him. He knew me better than anyone. Or at least that’s what I thought.

“Laurie!” I laughed, giggling so hard I couldn’t even escape him. His arms caught me tightly, poking and tickling my waist. I squirmed, but the pure joy of being with him was almost overwhelming.

“What?” he teased. “What’s wrong, y/n? Hmm?”

“S-Stop!” I gasped for air, playfully hitting him on the arm. Well, it was a pretty hard punch, actually.

“Ow! Y/n!” Laurie released me and winced, grabbing his arm.

“I’m sorry!” I tried to stop laughing.

He stared at me for a heartbeat, and just as my smile faded, he then grinned. “Gotcha.”

His happiness was infectious. I was smiling again, laughing again, purely and completely content to live forever in this moment.

“Y/n.”

Amy’s voice is a warning, and my brain only hears it a minute after I should. “Hmm?” I ask, glancing up at her. She’s used to my daydreaming, so I assume she’ll just repeat her comment, but Amy isn’t looking at me. She’s staring sternly at the staircase at the entrance of this ballroom.

I turn, and there’s a half moment of anticipation. Who has arrived?

Then, I see him. His wrinkled white shirt, untied bow tie. The glass of alcohol held lazily in his hand. His unruly curls are even more uncombed and unkempt than usual. His eyes are light with mirth and dull from the drink. Two women are fawning over him from either side, and he’s drinking up the attention more eagerly than the champagne.

Laurie.

My breath catches in my throat, and I try to swallow the sudden lump there. “Ah, I see.”

Fred puts a hand on my shoulder, a protective, big-brother gesture. I really appreciate him. No matter how many times I end up basically third-wheeling him and Amy when they go out, he never minds. Amy has told him all about what Laurie did to me, so he decided to step in and try to help fill that hole.

And I love him for it, but no one will ever be capable of making me whole the way Laurie did. And I’m not sure if anyone ever will be able to.

I take a cautious sip of champagne, watching as Laurie drapes himself on a lounge on the opposite side of the room. The girls with him sink to their knees on either side of his body, fawning over the boy.

I don’t care how much expression is visible on my face right now; I can’t do anything but stare in a mix of disgust, disappointment and utter disbelief.

Then, he sees me. His eyes clear a little, they get wide and surprised all of a sudden. He attempts to sit up a little straighter.

I can’t watch anymore. I turn and shove my glass unceremoniously in Fred’s hands, and walk out of the room as quickly as I can manage, heading to the little moonlit garden path I know awaits me outside.

I laugh as Jo tells me about her plans for a new story.

“I want to turn this one into a play,” she adds. “And you should be in it! The main character is just the perfectest part for you to play, y/n.”

I roll my eyes teasingly. “First of all, ‘perfectest’ isn’t a word. And second, you know I don’t act. I’m not going to be any good!”

Jo shrugs. “Won’t know until you’ve tried it.”

I don’t answer, my gaze sliding back to all the dancers on the floor. I wish someone would ask me to dance. But I know no one here other than the March girls. And I can’t exactly dance with Jo. She has a burnt dress and isn’t allowed to dance. Not that she minds; she says she’d rather eat a stick than dance with any of the boys here.

Then, I see a boy with dark curls and pretty eyes staring at me from across the room. I tilt my head, and give a little wave and a half-smile.

He returns it immediately and makes his way over towards us.

“Hello there,” he greets me. “I’m Laurie.”

Jo looks at him. “You’re the Laurence boy. You live near us.”

Laurie nods his head at her. “Miss March.”

“Please. Call me Jo. Everyone does.”

“Jo.”

Laurie then glances at me. “I don’t think I know you.”

I hold my hand out to him. “Y/n, Mr Laurie. I’m friends with the Marches.”

He smiles again, and it’s so pretty my chest hurts. Is this what falling in love is like? Is it supposed to be painful? Supposed to feel like you’re being ripped apart and glued together all at the same time?

I lean myself on the wall outside, my head against the cool stone bricks. My head is pounding, my temples aching.

I didn’t think that seeing him again would have such a strong reaction from me, but apparently even my heart rate still hurts because of him.

I can hear footsteps, but I don’t have the energy to hide my distress from anyone right now. Hopefully whoever it is will just walk by and leave me be.

“Y/n?”

The sound of Laurie’s voice will forever bring me the biggest rush of emotions in the world, but where it used to invite happiness and joy, now entices fear and anxiety and anguish.

I squeeze my eyes shut tight. “Hello Laurie.” I’m surprised at how even my voice sounds. I expected it to come out shaky and distant.

“Hey.” He sounds unsure of what he’s doing. “What’s happening with you?”

My eyes are still closed, and I still have my head against the rocky wall. I shrug one shoulder. “Nothing much, thanks for asking.”

There’s three heartbeats of silence.

Then: “How are you?”

I sigh, open my eyes. “Laurie. Why are you doing this?”

His eyes are unreadable. “Doing what?”

“You know what.”

“Y/n, I…” His voice fades. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry.”

I give him a hard look. “Sorry? Laurie, this isn’t about what happened all those years ago. I’m over it; I’m over you.” I was lying through my teeth, but I refused to give him the satisfaction that knowledge would bring.

I sigh. “What are you doing, Laurie?” I wave my hand at him helplessly. “Drinking, probably gambling again? Fawning over random girls? Laurie, you’re better than this. And you know it, too. You’re throwing your life away, and I…” I swallow. “As your friend, I can’t just sit and watch. You need to stop this. Go home, go see your grandfather. Stop destroying the little boy he used to be so proud of.”

I turn, and walk away, leaving Laurie out there in the moonlight.

I don’t breathe until I reach Fred and Amy again. They’re laughing and drinking champagne together, but when they see me, the conversation dies.

“Hey, you okay?” Amy asks.

I try to nod, then tears glisten in my eyes and I have to drop. I shake my head, meeting my friend’s eyes. “I’m gonna go home,” I tell her.

She nods in understanding, her eyes searching mine, desperate for answers.

“I told him what he needed to hear,” I say quickly. “But—he still doesn’t know how much it hurts. And it hurts just to see him. It hurts deep in my soul. I—I can’t—“ I have to force myself to take a deep breath, sobs building in my chest.

I leave, Amy’s hand squeezing mine as I go.

I lie on my back, staring at the ceiling as ‘Aunt’ March chatters about how Fed and Amy are soon to be engaged, so I really must hurry and marry soon.

“Are you even listening to me, y/n?” she asks sharply.

I sit up straight in an instant. “Uh—yes of course, Ms March.”

“How many times must I ask you to call me Aunt,” she sighs. “You’re practically family at this point, my dear.”

I smile. “Alright, Aunt March.”

“Very good. Now, as I was saying…”

I zone back out as she talks, my mind drifting instead to Laurie. I truly had thought I was over him, or at least pretty much so. Rather, the moment I saw him, I thought I might explode. Seeing his smile, his eyes, the way he stands, it made all the memories just come flooding back.

“Laurie—“ I call, walking into his room one pretty Saturday morning. “Get up lazy bones. We’ve got things to do!”

The only response is a groan from underneath Laurie’s covers. I sit on the edge and poke at him.

“Come on!” I beg. “We’re gonna be late, you know.”

Laurie’s curls peep out. “Late for what?” he asks groggily.

I resist the urge to giggle. “Late for our adventures, of course. We have a walk planned, and you promised me you’d teach me fencing this weekend, and you have to keep that promise. It was a pinky promise.”

Laurie groans again. “I don’t want to get up, y/n.”

“What? Even to spend time with me?”

“Yes. Go away.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m not going anywhere, Theodore Laurence, not until you get—up—“ I poke him in the shoulder twice.

“Y/n!” he whines.

I laugh. “Yes, Laurie?”

He sticks his head fully out now, and looks at me. “You’re my best friend, and I love you, but I am not getting up yet.”

I ignore the flutter in my chest and grab his arm, pulling him hard. “Yes you are! I promised your grandfather I’d force you to exercise while he’s gone, and I intend to keep my promise.”

“Fine,” Laurie relents. He allows me to drag him out of bed, and after he’s dressed, the two of us head off into our favourite trail in the woods.

My heart hurts, and my head hurts, and my eyes hurt. I want to get up, go for a walk or something, but I can’t find it in me to do so. So I simply close my eyes and continue to lay face-up along the foot of my four-poster bed.

It doesn’t seem like long at all before someone is tapping my shoulder.

“Sorry, Amy,” I mumble, eyes still closed. “Did I drift off?”

“It’s… not Amy,” a quiet voice answers.

I sit up straight immediately, and come face to face with none other than Laurie Laurence.

“Hi.” He almost says it like a question.

I frown a little, unsure of the nature of this unexpected visit. “Hello, Laurie.”

He winces a little. “Look, you don’t have to say anything. You said plenty last night.”

“You needed to hear it,” I retort.

“I know.” He lets out his breath. “I’ve been thinking, all night, about what you said. You were right, you were right about all of it. I am wasting my life, I’m ruining everything because of one stupid mistake that unravelled it all. And–and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I’ve hurt you, in all the ways that I have. You don’t deserve a friend like me; you never did.”

He stands to go, and for a heartbeat, I think about letting him. But then,

“Laurie!”

I see him, walking along the street as I pass on the other side. I immediately break away from Jo, who I was escorting to town. “I'll see you later, Jo.”

She smiles knowingly and shoos me off. “Bye, y/n/n.”

“Laurie!” I call again, running to catch up with him.

At the sound of my voice, he half-turns, double-takes, and then his face breaks into a wide grin, the way he always saves just for me. “Y/n!”

I run right until I’m in his arms. “I missed you,” I sigh into his hair. “When did you get back?”

I feel him smiling. “Only just this morning. I was going to surprise you, but you beat me to it, tesoro mio.”

“Laurie, you know I don’t speak Italian,” I laugh, pulling away slightly to look at him. “I’m not the one who just went to Italy for a year. And don’t use it without telling me the meanings; it’s mean! I never know what you’re saying.”

Laurie has a faint smirk on his face. “Sorry, tesoro mio.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You love me,” he replies easily, and oh, how badly I want to agree with him out loud. Yes, I wanted to say. Yes, I’m head over heels in love with you.

So I do say it. “Yes,” I say, “I do.”

Laurie blinks at me. “What?”

My mouth opens a little, but for a second, nothing comes out. “I do love you,” I say slowly.

Laurie stares at me. “Why?”

“Everything, Laurie,” I sigh. “You’re kind, and beautiful, and you understand me better than even I can. You’re always there to cheer me up when I need that, and when I’m sad, you’re all too happy to give me your shoulder to cry on. You always know exactly what I’m thinking, and feeling, and you always know the right thing to say. You don’t mind my silly ramblings, or fantasies, and you don't care what anyone thinks of you. You’re always the person I want to be around; Laurie, you make me so happy. I love you, Laurie Laurence, and I think I always have.”

There’s silence for a minute, just a heartbeat too long to feel comfortable. All I can hear are the birds in the trees above us, but their songs sound alarming.

Laurie looks away, then at the sky, and finally back at me. His tongue swipes his lower lip in a way that I know is nervous.

“Y/n,” he says, and his tone instantly crushes me. “I—that’s extremely sweet and beautiful and I love you too, but…”

My heart sinks. “But you love Jo.” A part of me had always known, but I’d tried to convince myself otherwise. Clearly, my instinct had been correct.

“I can’t help it!” Laurie tries to justify himself, but he has no reason to. He can’t help who he’s fallen in love with, just as I cannot help falling in love with him. “I love you, y/n, I truly do. You’re my best friend… but the love I feel for Jo, it’s different. And you’re not her. You will never, and can never be her.”

I feel like someone has ripped my heart from my chest, stepped on it, thrown it into a frozen lake, and shoved it back inside of me. All I can manage is a nod.

“You should probably tell her then,” I whisper, and I turn to go. I can’t bear looking at him any longer.

That was the last time I’d seen Laurie for a very long time. I’d left for Europe with Amy, leaving Laurie and Jo to have a life together, if that’s what they wanted. Turns out Jo never saw him in that way, and he was rejected by her later that very same day.

I was still amazing friends with all the March girls, and I still cradled my childhood memories close to my heart.

But my heart has never healed. Every time Laurie Laurence was on my mind, it stung like only yesterday. Any day that a memory of those long walks, the silly fights, the hugs and dances, the inside jokes and dumb decisions came to me, I’d break down and cry.

“Laurie!”

He stops at the sound of my voice, turns, and his green eyes meet mine. He stares, waiting for me to speak.

“Don’t leave,” I say softly. “Please. Don’t make the mistake I did.”

He turns to fully face me now. “What mistake?”

I let out a breath. “Running. When someone needed me most.”

His eyes clear in understanding. I missed this about him, the way he’d always know exactly what I meant by everything. I never had to explain anything, because Laurie knew my heart. He always understood what I was trying to say, no matter what.

“Y/n—“

I hold my hand to stop his words. “Don’t say anything,” I tell

him. “You don’t have to. You have never, and will never, be under any obligation to return the feelings I have for you. That’s not your fault, and it wasn’t back then, and I’m sorry that I dropped you out of my life after that day. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when Jo turned you down, I’m sorry I never replied or even read your letters. I—“

“You never read my letters?” Laurie’s voice sounds broken.

I stop. “No. I—I didn’t.”

Laurie looks down, his forehead scrunching together. “No wonder…” he mutters. “You… you had no idea.”

Now it’s my turn to frown. “No idea about what?”

He glances up, his eyes searching mine, for what I don’t know. “I wrote to you, y/n. Dozens of times. I poured my heart out into those letters. I told you how much I missed you, how badly I was hurting over what I’d said to you that day. I—I told you how Jo helped me to realise that it really was you all along. I’ve been in love with you since I first met you, y/n, and I never stopped. I just didn't realise it. But when you never wrote back, I assumed that was your answer.”

“Oh, Laurie,” I whisper, tears in my voice. “I’m so sorry.” A million thoughts are racing through my mind, but one rises above the others.

“Is it still true?”

He hesitates. “That I love you?”

I nod once. “Yeah.”

“It will always be true.”

And for the first time in a long while, I feel at home again.

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moxfirefly · 4 months

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"Of course I want them. I want them so much I can barely breathe but I'm not going to force it. If they come to me, it'll be on their terms. Not mine."

For Donnie or Mikey x reader (F) please? Maybe reader is the one saying that line 👀 jealous, fluff or smut scenario, you can choose! Thank you for opening your requests, you always deliver great pieces! ♥️💫

Oh this line hits! And I think Mikey is the guy for it and I think I’ll tweak it a bit if you don’t mind. Thank you for your kind words! Means a lot 🖤

Rated Feels

Mikey wanted to believe that his eyes were deceiving him at most, maybe not working at worst.

Because he really saw some peculiar stares on your behalf.

This whole crush thing was trickier now as an adult. When he was younger, crushing after April had been easy and fleeting.

Now? Some days he couldn’t chase away your scent to safe his life, he couldn’t remember what life before your proximity to him used to be. When had a song sounded better than the ringing of your name, carefully collected consonants and vowels crafted to melt on his tongue.

What had life been before the ache of watching you leave? The insane joy of watching you come home to grace his presence with honeyed bliss?

He felt silly, somewhat dumb, over all hopeless.

This all felt like a curse some days too. Not having the luxury of being topside with you, getting to experience the city night through you.

The wind picked up, cold little pin prick reminders of what he was. Mikey was fond of this roof, maybe because your building was across it, maybe because if he squinted hard enough he could see what your little life in your little apartment was like, and how he could fit into it.

“You plan on sulking all of patrol?” Raph’s deep baritone carried the chilly air as he sat on the ledge.

“I’m not sulking, that’s your job bro.” He was hugging his knees, chasing away the chilly air or maybe because he was truly sulking.

“That broad’s got you bent outta shape, you never got like this with Ape.” Because that had been childish puppy love, and somehow Raph couldn’t see that this ached for real.

It especially ached because there were too many moments where he swore you’d say something first, that you’d cave in and say something about the elephant in the room.

“I like her, she’s—she’s different.” It doesn’t do it justice but he doesn’t want to get mushy with Raph right now, not when his head isn’t cooperating and his heart feels heavy.

“Different alright, wants to hang around with a brat like you, laughs at your shitty jokes, caught her staring at your biceps once.” Raph numbered the facts on each of his fingers, nonchalant but aware of the gas he was pouring.

“Where ya going with this dude? Aside from giving me hope.” And hope was a tragic little word for their kind, something more akin to a light sprinkle of salt on a small wound.

“What I’m saying is, just go after her, tell her the truth. Ya want her, right? She probably wants ya.” Raph popped a toothpick in his mouth, an old habit dying too slowly.

“Of course I want her. I want her so much I can hardly breathe but I’m not going to force it. If she comes to me, it’ll be on her terms. Not mine.” It hurt to say it, it hurt to admit out loud that this was a luxury he couldn’t afford due to what he was.

Raph’s gaze soften, it wasn’t fun seeing his baby brother going through something that had his head spinning this badly. He reached out and clamped a hand on his shoulder, an affectionate squeeze of sympathy.

Mikey watched the building, swore he saw the light on your apartment come alive. Flooding the modest little living room, he could picture you tossing your stuff with a huff and a sigh, before settling into the normalcy of your routine. He felt his phone vibrate, pulling it out to see your name on the screen. It was enough to lift the black cloud.

Not enough to chase the storm away in his chest.

“Hey, angel, outta work finally?” He greeted you, that perfectly timed sigh of ‘fuck yes’ not (yes) sending a jolt through him.

“Are you still out on patrol? I got those disgusting heart attack inducing burgers from the bodega you like, wanna come over when your done being a superhero?” You cooed affectionately, he could hear the rustling of the bay.

Raph watched the smile, a smile only you were capable of sculpting out of Mikey.

He hoped, he hoped for a chance.

A chance at you two enjoying this little life.

#ask #whygz #tmnt bayverse #tmnt michelangelo x reader #tmnt mikey x reader #michelangelo x reader #mikey x reader #tmnt michaelangelo #tmnt mikey #emotional? prompts

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undercoverpena · 3 months

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HOPE THEY CAUGHT US TOMORROW (right)

so, because i'm in the UK i think i was very much asleep when this landed. but yes, today there's a new chapter! wahaay. see you at 7pm GMT!

disclaimer: there's a little author's note on it to explain what'll happen with the series from today, but i couldn't leave you all hanging after last week!

#jo: hope they caught us #asked and answered #anon

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aheathen-conceivably · 4 months

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It was the happiest that Violette had seen her parents in months, but she was miserable. All evening her father had talked about his new job, about the horses that roamed the pasture, the possibility of pay, and the family he had met. The Hines. Violette didn’t know who they were, but to her ears it sounded like they were going to take her father away from them, so she’d be left day and night without him, with only her mother and Uncle Gio and an aunt she no longer saw.

Even worse, The Hines wanted them all to go to dinner at their ranch. Antoine explained excitedly that she would get to meet William, and he would tell her all about school and her new classes. School. That was even worse than The Hines. How long would she have to be there? She had never left home, not since England. She didn’t want to leave. She wanted to stay there all day and dance, dance until her father came home and she could dance with him.

So the next morning she connived a plan. You are never to go into Aunt Jo’s cabin, Violette. She’s tired. She’ll find us when she’s ready. We have to give her space, she asked us too.

You are never to go downstairs, Violette. Why? Why not? Why did they get to tell her what to do? She watched her mother in the fields, watched her toiling away with Giorgio. Why wasn’t her father there with her? Why wasn’t her Uncle Gio in the cabin with her Aunt Jo?

She was tired of their stilted explanations, tired of waiting for her father to come home and her Aunt Jo to come out her own. So satisfied that her mother and Uncle Gio were distracted with the burgeoning crops, she turned away from the window and went outside.

Josephine hadn’t even heard the footsteps in the cabin. She was so used to detecting Giorgio’s heavy feet or Zelda’s light, hesitant ones that the sound of a child’s steps didn’t even register until they were already in the room and the door had been shut angrily.

Only the moment Violette saw her aunt her angry resolution faltered and she stood there, staring at a woman she felt like she hardly recognized. Josephine immediately noticed her expression and tried to smooth down her hair, straighten her dress, anything she could that might make her look more presentable. But it didn’t work, and she could see the bewilderment in the child’s eyes. It pierced through what was left of her armor so that it took everything in her not to crumble.

“I’m…I’m sorry, Aunt Jo. I’ll go back to my room.”

Josephine’s throat closed up and her limbs stayed heavy. All she had to do was stay quiet and Violette would leave, leave her alone to sink back into blissful darkness. There was nothing in the world she wanted more, to forget the look on Violette’s face and what she must look like through her eyes. With horror she saw it quite vividly, a broken woman, so caught up in her own nightmares that she hadn’t even realized an innocent child needed her. So instead she extended her hand out to her.

Violette immediately ran to her, crawling onto the bed and beside Josephine. She laid there quietly for a moment until her aunt began to run her hand over her hair. “Poppa told me I’ve got to go to school, Aunt Jo.”

Josephine tried to muster the energy to answer appropriately, but still found her voice low and hoarse as she spoke, “Did he, now? And do you not want to go?”

For a moment Violette stayed silent, and Jo could tell she was moving her hands nervously, “I don’t know. I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to leave you and Poppa. Will you be okay here all by yourself when I’m gone?”

Josephine pulled Violette close to her for a moment, hoping that it would hide the pain that crossed her face. A single solitary tear fell from her eye into Violette’s hair, the exact shade and curl of her own. She tried to find in herself to answer, to tell the child who was like her own that she would be, even if she knew it was a lie. Instead Violette looked up at her and spoke,

“Poppa got a job. He’s leaving the farm too. I suppose we’ve all got to sooner or later. He wants us to go down to where he works, his new boss wants to cook for us, says it’ll do us good. But I’ll only go if you come with me. I…I don’t wanna go alone. I don’t wanna go without you. Please”

The smallness in her voice almost broke Josephine’s heart, broke it enough that she regretted keeping Violette out at all, that she had prioritized her own pride and image when someone else clearly needed her. She mustered all the energy she had to pull Lottie close to her and answer without crying, “Of course I’ll go with you, my love.”

Then she realized that despite the tightening ball of fear in her chest, she was smiling for the first time in months.

#1931 #sims 4 historical #ts4 decades challenge #ts4 historical #sims 4 decades challenge #sims 4 legacy #ts4 legacy #sims 4 story #ts4 story #the darlingtons #1930s #Violette darlington #Antoine Duplanchier #Zelda Darlington #Josephine Duplanchier

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Thunderstorms & Heartache

Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader

Rating: M (Mature)- as a general rule for my blog, minors please do not interact!

Warnings: violence, cursing, kidnapping, men being creepy.... i think that’s all.

Word count: About 5.6k

Synopsis: When Aemond captures you the night before your wedding, your life goes down a path of twists and turns that you never expected. Here’s my take on an enemies-to-lovers snuggling-to-survive Aemond x reader fic!

Author’s note: Sorry I’ve been gone for months! I’m throwing this into the void and running away again (lol) there will eventually (most likely) be a part two to this fic. I still make no promises that I will be back on tumblr regularly, but I hope y’all like this!

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You woke in a panic as a hand that was certainly not yours covered your mouth and prevented you from screaming.

Your eyes widened and your ineffective frantic efforts to fight back lessened as you saw who woke you.

At the recognition in your eyes he raised his brow in a silent question of your compliance.

“If I take my hand away, will you scream?” he whispered.

You reluctantly shook your head even as you glared at him.

He did as promised and you took a deep breath as you attempted to calm the sharp panic that flowed through you.

“What the hell are you doing here, Aemond?” you hissed.

“I am here to rescue you,” he said as he sat back on your bed and pulled you up to a sitting position.

“Rescue me? I never asked to be rescued,” you snapped at him, wide eyed and confused.

“Regardless, you are coming with me, sweetheart,” he said with a roll of his eye and enough sarcasm to raise your blood pressure.

“No, I’m not. Get out of here before I’m caught with a man in my room the night before my wedding,” you said through clenched teeth as you attempted to extricate yourself from his hands as he held your wrist and shoulder.

His grip only tightened.

“There will be no wedding,” he replied shortly and you wanted to smack the stupid eyepatch off his face.

“So you are capturing me then. Who are you to dictate my future?”

He stared at you with a deadpan look that you were all too familiar with.

“Your capturer, obviously. Is that not how being captured works?” he drawled.

You huffed indignantly.

“Are you going to be compliant or will you make this whole ordeal more miserable than it has to be?” he asked as he stood and pulled you out of the bed with him.

“The second option,” you snipped back.

He sighed dramatically even as he threw you over his shoulder unexpectedly and you let out an indignant squeak in surprise.

“Be quiet,” he hissed.

“No! If you do not put me down I will scream, I swear it. I will screech and holler and-”

The wind was taken out of you as he suddenly dropped you down on your bed once more.

“Quiet! You will get us caught!,” he whispered angrily.

“Yes, my prince, that is pretty much the point,” you said with a roll of your eyes.

He pursed his lips in anger as he pulled out a knife.

Your eyes widened once again in fear, but he used it to cut fabric off the sheet on your bed and then wrapped it across your mouth and tied it on the back of your head.

You let out a muffled curse of anger and he smirked in satisfaction.

“Now, do I need to tie your hands and feet together as well or will you be a good little captive and come with me willingly?”

You merely glared at him and folded your arms across your chest in a small act of defiance.

You knew that you were incapable of fighting him off physically. The last time you saw him was about a year and a half ago and even then as you watched him train you were taken back by how quick and lethal he had become.

“Good,” he said with a small upcurve of his lips and hauled you over his shoulder once more.

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After much sneaking, he made it out of the fortress and crept around to the side where a horse waited for him.

The moon was at the dark phase of her cycle and it was nearly pitch black.

He pulled you off his shoulder and placed you on the ground surprisingly gently and slowly which caused your breath to catch.

As your body slid down the length of his you tried to remind yourself that you hate him.

You never were very good at believing that particular lie, no matter how many times you told yourself.

He pulled the cloth off your mouth. There was a soft look in his eye.

You looked over at the horse and then back at him.

“Where is Vhagar?” you asked.

He pursed his lips in annoyance and looked up at the sky as if he were cursing you inside his mind.

“It would not exactly be inconspicuous to have the largest dragon in the world here with me, now would it?”

You narrowed your eyes at him as you placed your hands on your hips.

“She waits for us, but it is a few days' journey on horseback to reach her,” he explained.

“This is the worst kidnapping I’ve ever been a part of,” you muttered.

He ignored you, even as he shook his head and moved past you to the horse.

He ran his hand across its mane and then pulled a bundle of clothes out of the saddle bag.

He thrust them at you and turned back to the horse.

“Dress quickly. We need to leave immediately,” he ordered.

You didn’t have a retort as you truly were grateful for the warm clothes and quickly shucked off your nightgown and redressed in them.

You were surprised to find that he had given you trousers as opposed to a dress, but you supposed it made sense given the long and cold journey ahead of you. You were grateful for the multiple layers and warmth they provided you.

You traded your slippers for thick socks and boots and with a small clearing of your throat he turned back to survey your work.

He nodded and pulled your hood over your head, his touch surprisingly gentle, just as his had been firmly pulled over his shock of white hair to hide it.

He helped you onto the horse and then sat right behind you.

The heat of his chest warmed your back as his body was pressed tightly against yours.

He clicked his tongue and the horse started at a gallop, and soon it was a sprint.

You and your captor made your way south towards King’s Landing without detection.

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As the sun began to rise your eyes drooped and your head fell back against Aemond’s shoulder.

“If you fall asleep and tumble off the horse I shall be incredibly cross with you,” he drawled and you huffed.

“You dragged me out of my bed in the middle of the night, how do you expect me to not be tired?”

He sighed.

“We will stop soon, but we need to get as much distance between us and your former betrothed,” he said firmly.

You decided to try to annoy him with your silence. It always used to work when you were children. Sure, Aemond was one who appreciates silence, but not when it was due to your anger at him. He never used to be able to handle it when you were mad at him.

But, oh, how times have changed.

“What? No withering retort?” he demanded.

You maintained your silence.

“Hm. Glorious silence. I would have kidnapped you earlier if I knew it was the price of such blessed quiet,” he said with a dark chuckle.

You rolled your eyes but refused to speak.

He sighed softly at his failed attempts to bait you into conversation.

You smirked in satisfaction.

_______________

Hours later you finally said, “I thought you said we would stop soon.”

He laughed spitefully. “I thought you weren’t speaking to me.”

You sighed.

“Up here looks like a safe place to rest for a little while,” he said softly as he led the horse off the path and further into the woods.

You sat and ate your meal of bread, dried meat, and hard cheese while you watched him pull various items out of the saddle bags.

He laid a blanket out on the ground and gestured towards it.

You watched him warily and did not move.

“Honestly, are you really going to be angry with me the entirety of this trip?” he asked as he sat down and crossed his long legs.

“Trip? This isn’t a trip, Aemond. You stole me from the home of my betrothed!”

He sighed and rolled his eye.

“You are such a prick,” you seethed.

“It is not as if you wished to marry him! Look me in the eye and truthfully tell me you desired to be wed to that sack of shit and I will betray my brother’s orders and take you back immediately.”

You looked down at your hands as you fidgeted and ripped apart the bread nervously.

You could not tell him what he asked of you.

You didn’t want to look up and see the smirk that surely adorned his lips.

“It was my duty,” you said softly, weakly.

“You used to care little for duty,” he said, his voice velvety smooth, the way it always did when he felt assured he had won an argument.

“Yes, well I grew up, Aemond. I learned that I must do what was expected of me in order to survive,” you rasped as tears began to fill your eyes.

You risked a glance up at you and his expression was hard, but there was a flicker of remorse and concern in his eye.

You looked away.

He sighed.

“Rest. I’ll wake you in a few hours so we can continue our journey,” he said and you nodded.

You returned the remainder of your food to the saddle bag and as you laid on the blanket, Aemond laid another on top of you.

You didn’t get a chance to say anything as he immediately turned and walked a few paces away to sit on watch.

Sleep quickly found you.

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You woke, once again, to Aemond startling you awake.

It was becoming a habit for him, one you loathed.

He hissed your name and shook your shoulder as he crouched over you.

You looked at him and opened your mouth but he shook his head and whispered, “There’s a group of men coming this way. We need to be prepared.”

You nodded even as your heart began to pound.

As quickly as you could, you helped him pack up the supplies.

He pulled up his hood and you followed suit before he helped you up onto the horse.

He was soon behind you and grabbed the reins.

“I don’t have to remind you that betraying me and taking your chances with random men would be a horribly stupid decision, do I?” he murmured in your ear as four men on horses neared the two of you as you returned to the path in the forest.

The thought had of course crossed your mind. But you at least knew Aemond to be relatively honorable. You didn’t have the same assurances of the strange men you were soon to encounter.

“No,” you breathed out.

“Good. Take your hood down. Perhaps if they are distracted by how pretty you are they will not ask many questions of us,” he whispered.

Your heart thumped harder within your chest.

You did as he asked.

“Would it not have been wiser to keep hiding?” you murmured back as the men were close enough to properly view them.

You gulped in fear.

“We were not very well hidden. And besides, it is always better to meet potential enemies prepared and on your feet,” he said quietly, his mouth close to your ear.

“Hello there!” one of the men called out as he raised his hand in a wave.

Aemond waved back.

They met you in the road and Aemond pulled the horse to a halt.

“Where are you lot headed?” the man asked in a thick accent and a too curious gleam in his eye.

“My wife and I are headed south towards the city to find better work,” Aemond replied curtly.

You kept your expression neutral though you wanted to scowl at him calling you his wife.

“Not much work in the city. You may have to go further,” one of the men called out.

“Thank you for the suggestion. We’ll take it into consideration,” Aemond replied and indicated the horse to continue forward.

“Have I seen you somewhere before?” the man in the back asked, and he was looking directly at you.

You shook your head, but did not speak for fear that your shaky voice would betray you.

“I highly doubt it. My wife and I have lived very remote for the last few years. But she does have the type of beauty that feels familiar to many,” he said and one hand curled around your hip protectively.

“Safe travels,” he then said before they could reply and continued his guidance of the horse forward and past the group of men.

“To you as well,” one of the men replied but there was something in his voice that pricked at the back of your neck.

You turned and watched the men as they rode in the opposite direction.

Once they were out of sight you heaved a sigh of relief and slumped back into his body.

He buried his face in your neck and hair and hummed softly.

“I do not think they believed our story. We must make haste as well as change our route, otherwise we may find more trouble,” Aemond said.

You allowed yourself a few more moments of comfort from his touch before you sat up straighter and put as much space between the two of you that riding together on a horse would allow, which wasn’t very much.

“Okay,” you said shakily.

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Trouble found you not much later in the form of a viciously cold thunderstorm.

Harsh rain turned into ice as it pelted your skin. The cold cut through and seeped into your bones.

Aemond had already led the horse off the beaten path and through the woods, a lesser known path he claimed to be familiar with.

The trees did not provide enough protection from the weather, however.

Hooded cloaks could only do so much to prevent one from becoming soaked.

As quickly as possible, but also after what felt like an eternity, Aemond spotted a shallow cave on the side of a large hill.

It was protected enough from the elements to provide a reprieve.

You pulled off your cloak and found that your shirt was not as wet as you expected, the same however could not be said for your pants.

At the look on your face Aemond said, “I do not have any additional clothes for either of us. You should still remove them and let them dry.”

You glared at him.

“I will freeze to death.”

He tossed you the blankets.

“You’ll freeze quicker wearing cold wet clothes.”

You pursed your lips together but could not deny the logic of what he said.

You laid out one of the blankets and then looked over your shoulder to see him murmuring softly to the horse.

You unlaced and slid your feet out of your boots, grateful they had protected your thick socks enough that they were still dry, then shucked off your wet trousers.

You laid them beside your cloak in an attempt to allow them to dry before you laid on top of the blanket and pulled the second blanket firmly over you to protect your modesty.

“This storm will surely delay us. Hopefully it passes during the night,” Aemond said.

“What will happen to me when we arrive at our destination?” you asked in a small voice.

He turned back and looked at you in concern.

“Do you imagine I would drag you to some horrific fate?” he said, replying to your question with another question.

You turned over so your back was facing him, partially to give him privacy to undress and partially to avoid his gaze as you spoke.

“I… I do not know you as I once did,” you murmured.

“Hm,” he hummed in discontent as he laid beside you.

“Though we grew apart, I would never wish you ill,” he said finally.

“Grew apart?” you scoffed.

He sighed.

“Your former betrothed had already sworn himself to my sister. The plan is to end your prior engagement and wed you to an ally of my brother. That way your father’s arm is twisted into remaining our ally rather than switching sides in this impending war,” he said.

The silence after he spoke felt heavy. The only sounds were the pouring rain as it beat against your small hiding place and your heartbeat as it pounded.

Finally you spoke slowly, “I was right before. This truly is the worst kidnapping I’ve ever been a part of.”

A huff of hair fell past his lips, it almost sounded like a laugh.

“It was Aegon’s plan and nothing I attempted to counsel could dissuade him,” he said.

“My father will be furious,” you said, your voice shaky as shivers wracked your body. Even under the blanket, the cold felt inescapable.

“Less so if you are agreeable to your new betrothed,” he murmured.

You suddenly felt the heat of him against your back and squeaked in surprise as he wrapped a strong arm around your waist and pulled you against him.

“Hush. I cannot possibly sleep with your teeth clattering so loudly as you shiver,” he said haughtily.

You were stiff for a moment but too quickly felt yourself relax and melt into his body and the warmth he provided.

You could not even be angry with him, for you were far too comfortable.

“Who is to be my new betrothed?” you asked quietly, after a few moments of silence.

You waited for his response.

Finally he said, “I do not know.”

You weren’t quite certain if you believed him, but exhaustion weighed heavy upon you and wrapped in his warmth you were swiftly pulled into unconsciousness.

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You were floating, for now, though you began to fear as water rose and rose around you. Then you were flailing as a hand wrapped around your ankle and attempted to pull you down.

You fought your hardest, but you were powerless against the strength of that hand.

You ran out of air and attempted to breathe, but choked on salty water, and attempted to scream but no sounds came out.

You were being pulled into inky depths until fire surrounded you, turning the water into mist and you could breathe, you could breathe in deep as hot dry air that filled your lungs.

The fire twirled, danced around you and burned the hand that attempted to drown you.

You were free, and as you sobbed in relief, the fire licked at your cheek, never burning - never hurting, and dried the tears on your cheeks.

A voice murmured your name, and so you reached a hand for that voice, up and away from the dark murky water.

“We need to go,” Aemond said, his voice urgent as he shook your shoulder.

You groaned and attempted to pull the blanket over your head, but it was tugged from your grip.

You opened one eye and found the object of your ire as he knelt beside you, staring at you with one eyebrow up, judgment clear on his face.

“You really are a horribly deep sleeper, it is near impossible to wake you, it is no wonder you were so easily captured,” he mused then stood and pulled the blanket completely off you.

“Asshole” you seethed as you yanked down your shirt where it had rucked up enough to show your underclothes.

He winked at you as he turned around to give you the privacy to redress. You clenched your teeth in anger as you held back your retort.

You groaned internally as you realized it was still raining. It was certainly no longer storming as it had been only hours before, if your level of exhaustion was any indication, but it still rained rather heavily.

You were in for what would certainly be another miserable day if your pounding head and Aemond’s chipper attitude were any indication.

You swiftly pulled on your pants, boots, and cloak and trudged back into the rain.

_______________

The rain slowed and stopped sometime early in the morning.

The conversation between you and Aemond did the same after one too many snippy comments from you. And also him. The tension was rather strong.

It had been so long that there was anger and hurt feelings between the two of you that you hardly remembered the love and friendship that was once there.

No, that was a lie. It haunted you. There was a reason you had been unable to stand his presence for years without nearly biting his head off.

When you were children he had been your best friend, your childhood crush, your biggest ally and confidant. Until all of that love turned into hurt feelings and resentment.

You had entirely too much time this morning to ruminate on the past, and the thought occurred to you that maybe you should discuss it with him and attempt to put it behind you.

You turned and looked back at him.

It frustrated you endlessly that a part of you that you had attempted to squash for years was attracted to him.

It was not lost on you that the boy you grew up with had become a dashing, lethal warrior.

With his sharp cheekbones and jawline and curved lips that were entirely too distracting…

“Why are you staring at me?” he asked dryly.

You huffed and turned back around.

This adventure had, to your utter dismay, softened your feelings towards the man who sat behind you, pressed against you, his long silver hair blowing around the two of you in the wind.

“Nothing,” you muttered.

You knew if you looked back you would see a smirk on his perfect lips and it ignited your anger once again.

You let silence fall and couldn’t find the courage within you to share your thoughts and feelings.

_______________

“Do you plan to stop any time today?” you complained.

“Surely you- shit,” he cut himself off and cursed as he snapped the reins and urged the horse to speed from a walk into a gallop.

He yanked his hood over his head.

“What is it?” you asked as you craned your head to see around his body.

“Shit,” you echoed him.

A group of about ten men on horses had rounded the hidden curve of the path behind the two of you.

“Do you think those are the suspicious assholes from before?” you asked worriedly.

Aemond pursed his lips into a thin line as he nodded stiffly.

“We can’t outrun them, not with two people on one horse,” he said.

“D-do we fight? I can’t fight. Oh my gods, Aemond you’re ruining my life. I should be married to a boring old man right now, not running for my life with my worst enemy-”

“Quiet, we are not going to fight, you ridiculous woman. We are going to act normal and do our best to talk our way out of this situation,” he said calmly as the men sped their horses and closed in on the two of you.

One man, the same man who didn’t stop staring at you the last time you saw him, led his horse directly in your path, causing Aemond to yank the reins of his horse.

The horse skidded to a stop abruptly and you gripped Aemond’s hand as your heart began to gallop in fear.

“Well hello again,” the man said with an all too knowing smile.

You gulped.

“Hello there, what a pleasant surprise to see you again,” Aemond replied.

The men chuckled darkly and you shivered.

Aemond placed a hand on your thigh and stroked his thumb back and forth in an effort to reassure you.

“It certainly is a truly pleasant surprise,” one of the men practically purred.

“Well, perhaps we can schedule a third meeting, but otherwise my wife and I have to get going,” Aemond said.

“Your wife, huh? I mentioned she looked familiar, didn’t I?”

“Hm,” Aemond hummed noncommittally.

You began to feel queasy and perhaps slightly lightheaded.

“Well, now there’s a ransom out for a runaway bride. The description matches your wife exactly.”

Your breaths became shallow as the men leered at you.

Aemond chuckled in a way that made him appear completely unconcerned.

“I am sorry to inform you that my wife and I have been married for years, so you must be mistaken,” he replied.

“Really? Because I think we would’ve heard if a Targaryen got married. Isn’t that right, Prince Aemond?,” the dark haired man said.

Your heart dropped into your stomach.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

You wish you were better at this.

Say something. Say anything, you screamed at yourself.

You were frozen, you were frozen, and you clung to Aemond’s hand as your only lifeline in your fear.

Good gods, you were tired of being afraid. It wasn’t just the cold terror you were experiencing. No, dread and fear had been a part of your life ever since Aemond had walked out of it when you were young. You feared rejection, your duties in life, your future.

So you made a decision right then and there, with tears pooling in your eyes, that you would never be afraid again.

You would fight, you would become a fighter, a warrior, whatever it took. Starting here and now.

“What do you want from us?” you asked sharply.

The men laughed once again and instead of fear slicing through you, it was anger.

“Well we would like a payday, pretty lady,” one of the men from the back said and they all gave you predators smiles.

“And I would like to go one day without a man being an absolute prick,” you snapped back.

The men’s faces hardened.

“Perhaps we could come to some sort of arrangement,” Aemond said and he gripped your waist.

“How about we capture you and sell you for ransom?” the man teased back.

“Not fucking again,” you said with gritted teeth.

You reached behind you and slowly pulled Aemond’s dagger out of the sheath at his waist.

His fingers brushed yours, but he didn’t stop you.

You weren’t certain what his plan contained, surely he had one, but you were sick of waiting.

Particularly after the men laughed in a way that made your skin crawl.

“She’s got a mouth on her. I like that,” one of the men said.

The knife flew from your hand and buried itself in the chest of the man blocking the path.

“Shit,” Aemond hissed as he snapped the reins and the horse launched herself forward.

The man slid off his horse with a thud, the horse neighed loudly in a panic and rose on its hind legs but you, Aemond, and your horse were already passing by.

The other men stared in shock which gave your horse enough time to get past the group of harassers.

Then the shouting began.

Aemond pulled out his sword as he shouted, “Take the reins!”

You did as he ordered and snapped them once more, the horse was now galloping at top speed.

You knew it wouldn’t be enough.

There was a clearing in the trees up ahead and as you saw a large shadow over it you looked back at Aemond, eyes widened in a silent question.

He nodded and you threw up a prayer to any gods listening that the two of you would make it.

His sword clashed with a man who caught up to the two of you.

You yanked another knife out of the saddle bag and turned just in time to see another man catching up with his sword out and pointing at you.

You aimed and let the dagger fly from your hand and watched it reach its mark directly between the attacker’s eyes.

You gasped a sigh of relief at the same time Aemond gutted the other man.

The clearing in the trees was closer.

“Do you have any more daggers?” you asked.

“No,” he said through gritted teeth as he engaged in another sword fight.

The wind tore at you as the horse raced at a breakneck speed.

Finally, just as the other men were nearly caught up and Aemond felled another foe, you reached the break in the trees and your horse sprinted through the clearing. As soon as you were clear, Vhagar appeared to fall from the sky with an ear shattering roar as she landed between you and your pursuers, crushing a few of them.

The ground shook hard enough that your teeth clattered and you tightened your grip on your horse.

“Dracarys Vhagar!” Aemond yelled.

Her roar turned into flame hot enough to turn your tormentors into ashes and you gasped in relief, a few tears slipping from your eyes.

You led the horse to slow and stopped and stared at Vhagar with wide eyes, both fearful and in awe.

Aemond slid off the horse before he helped you as well.

“Are you alright?” Aemond asked worriedly as he pulled you into his arms.

You allowed yourself to sink into his embrace for a count of five before you pulled away and pointed a finger in his face.

“I’m not done fighting. I am incredibly angry with you,” you said strongly.

He blinked in surprise.

“For capturing you and getting you into this situation?” he asked cautiously.

“No,” you said with a dismissive wave of the hand, “I’m over that. I think my actions have shown that.”

He raised his eyebrow at you, his only show of confusion.

“I’m angry at you for abandoning me,” you said heatedly as your breathing quickened and your eyes stung with tears.

“What?” he asked, his tone suddenly flat.

“You decided that obtaining a dragon meant you no longer had to concern yourself with the likes of those below you. And that is fuc-”

“That’s your version of the story?” he chuckled spitefully.

He leaned down so his gorgeous face was closer to yours.

“High talk for someone who was disgusted at being associated with a cripple,” he said, his lip curled in anger and his teeth clenched.

“What?” it was your turn to ask.

“Don’t lie to me,” he said, his anger becoming something vicious.

“I wouldn’t. I would never-”

“Aegon told me! He heard you talking to one of the other noble children and-”

“He lied! Your brother is a lying piece of shit!”

You were both breathing heavily, your faces merely inches apart.

“I…. He lied?” he asked.

“Yes, you asshole,” you seethed.

He licked his lips as he stared at you thoughtfully, the anger deflating from his face.

“I would never drop you just because I got a dragon, you were my closest and most cherished friend,” he said.

“And you were mine,” you admitted. “That’s why I was so angry and rude to you… which I regret.”

“I find myself full of feelings of regret as well. I was unaware of your side of the story,” he said softly.

“All that time wasted,” you said.

“Hm,” he hummed in agreement.

His face was still close to yours. There was a heat between the two of you that had not dissipated just because the anger was gone. Then you remembered your agreement with yourself.

You took a deep breath, “I don’t plan on wasting any more time. I’ve lived my life in fear for far too long. Fear of being rejected, fear of becoming too attached to anyone else, fear of fulfilling my duty, and fear of the consequences of not fulfilling it. Fear of my own feelings, my own wants. But not anymore. I’ll face whatever the future and duty expects of me but today….”

“Today?” he prompted as he glanced down at your lips, then met your gaze once more.

“Today I am going to act on my feelings and desires for once and face the consequences later.” you said as you placed a hand on his chest.

“And what are your desires?” he practically purred as he cupped your cheek with his hand.

“Kiss me,” you breathed out.

His lips pressed into yours, and it wasn’t a slow gentle kiss like you had always imagined your first kiss with Aemond to be, no it was fiery and all consuming. As his lips moved against yours you did what you had always wanted to do, and tangled your fingers in his silken white hair.

He groaned softly as you tightened your grip and he hauled you impossibly closer against the hard planes of his body.

At the brush of his tongue against yours, you whimpered with desire.

A shiver went all the way down your spine and your toes curled as he consumed you.

Vhagar roared and you pulled back from him with a laugh. His crooked smile melted your heart and he nudged his nose against yours and kissed you once more, softly and sweetly.

As he pulled back you grinned at him.

He didn’t release you from his embrace, which you were grateful for. But, he did take a deep breath as he stared deeply into your eyes.

“I must tell you that I was not completely honest with you before,” he said, his voice low and vulnerable.

“About what?” you asked carefully.

“I do know who my brother intends to betroth you to,” he replied.

You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion, wordlessly asking him to explain, even as you extricated yourself from his grasp and crossed your arms.

He pressed his lips together.

“You are to marry me,” he said finally.

“What?” you gasped.

To be continued....

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welldonebeca · 8 months

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One Wife for Two Brothers

Summary: The infamous Winchesters brothers are in your village, and the old ladies in town won't stop gossiping about how they are looking for an Omega. You are happy to offer yourself to the role. Warnings: Vaginal fingering. Smut. Teasing. Seduction. A/B/O dynamics.

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You swept the floor of the church clean in a silent trance, humming a hymn to yourself while other women whispered to themselves in a corner.

"Hey," you called. "If you are not going to clean, just go talk outside. It will make my job easier."

Mrs Harvelle threw a look in your direction, pressing her lips in a worried look.

"Come here, kid," she called. "Come listen to us."

"Ellen," Mrs Mills hissed.

"You know she needs to know, Jody," she nearly barked back.

Mrs Mills didn't look pleased and you sighed, not wanting to get another scolding from your father for ignoring your chores to listen to gossip, but the trio of women practically pulled you to stand with them.

"She is too young to even know of any of this, Ellen!" she protested.

"She is nineteen," Mrs Harvelle argued, keeping a tight grip around your elbow. "My girl is younger and I already taught her what she needs to know about them."

Them?

"Who is them?" you frowned.

"Those Winchester boys," Mrs Harvelle told you.

The name rang a bell, and you just frowned more. They were Alphas from a clan that lived a day away from your town. They would often come to represent their group in legal situations and to buy things they couldn't produce.

You hadn't heard much from them, honestly, only what your father always said. He called them heretics who followed the old ways, prayed under the moon and were rumoured to still be able to shift into wolves - something that had been lost for centuries now.

Rogue Alphas who followed no human laws.

Aside from the rumours, though, they never seemed to cause any trouble. You had never heard of them disrespecting anyone, or doing anything to earn such a reputation.

And yet, people still feared them.

"Some people said they are looking for a mate," Mrs Mills told you.

"Well, they can forget it," Mrs Harvelle growled. "No Omega in this town will sign themselves away to be their breeding bitch."

You swallowed down and she scowled.

"My Jo said she isn't leaving the house until they are gone," she shot you a look. "You should do the same thing. It's safer."

Jo had just turned 15, you doubted she would even want to think of that.

You didn't know what to think of it. So far, you hadn't even thought about marriage, much less mating.

"Be careful," Miss Hanscum told you.

And then, just as soon as they had pulled you closer, they pushed you back into work, leaving you alone to finish cleaning the church.

You were just two benches away from the door and the sun was almost down when you heard it opening loudly, and heavy steps - that you didn't recognise - walked inside.

"My father is gone," you warned them. "He won't be back until..."

You stopped midway as you looked at who it was, stunned to see the tall and large figure at the door, an imposing man with eyes that caught the light and bigger than any other you had ever seen in your life.

"I'm sorry," he said quickly, face soft. "I just came here to pray."

His scent hit your nose, and you weren't surprised. He was an Alpha - and a very good smelling one.

"It's... fine," you mumbled.

He nodded, and stepped on the carpet, cleaning his boots before taking the furthest seat from you and sitting right in the front, on the other side of the church, maybe hoping it wouldn't disturb your cleaning.

You waited a bit and pretended to have to clean a different spot, trying to take a better look at him as he prayed with his eyes closed.

His clothes weren't too well stitched and looked like they were redone several times to fit his size, as if he had grown faster than he was supposed to. He was just so muscular.

You had never seen an Alpha looking so... traditional.

Whoever this man was, he looked like he had come straight out of history books. You were shocked that his fingers didn't have claws or his ears didn't have fur.

Though it wasn't like you could see his ears with his long, luscious hair.

You froze, a little embarrassed when you realised you were staring. Why were you so fixated on him, why did you even care about his hair?

Alpha opened his eyes and stared right at yours, and you had to will your knees not to buckle.

"Are you from the Winchester clan?" you asked.

His lips curled in a teasing smile.

"Yes," he confirmed.

His big hand moved to his side, and he patted the seating spot by his side.

Any warnings to stay away just flew away from your head.

You rubbed your thighs together as you followed his silent instructions, sitting at the bench right by his side, eloped by his delicious scent, and tried not to let yourself be tempted.

You were a smart Omega and weren't going to fall into the lap of the first alpha with soft-looking hair and kind eyes and big hands that looked like they could dwarf both of yours...

"So… you pray?” you asked. “I thought you believed in your moon god."

He chuckled.

"We do, as a clan," Alpha explained. "But I like to believe all gods have a reason to be respected. Maybe this one will be nice and help my brother find us an inn that will let us stay the night."

You laughed a bit.

"Maybe we can pray together?" you offered. "It can't hurt to try."

He smiled and took your hands, moving so that he could face you, and you did the same.

"Close your eyes," he whispered.

You obeyed, but you couldn't quite do anything as close to praying.

Instead, you could only think of his scent, of how it was all around you. Could he scent you?

Maybe he could scent how you were getting wet by just breathing his scent in alone.

"What is your name?" he asked, breath so close to your neck you could almost feel his lips on your skin. "And why are you trying to tempt me in such a holy place?"

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callsigns-haze · 2 months

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Short love: Chp 1

The reconnection

Summary: The is about widowed father Bradley Bradshaw who enlists his brother-in-law Jake Seresin and childhood best friend Robert Floyd to help raise his three daughters, eldest Donna Jo Margaret (D.J for short), middle child Stephanie and youngest Michelle in his San Diego home.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Warning: Fluff, flirting

As the sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the Bradshaw household, DJ and Stephanie made their way home from school, their stomachs rumbling in anticipation of the delicious dinner that awaited them. As they stepped through the front door, they were greeted by the tantalizing aroma of tomato cheesy pasta wafting from the kitchen.

"Wow, it smells amazing in here!" DJ exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with excitement as she dropped her backpack by the door.

Stephanie nodded in agreement, her mouth already watering at the thought of Y/n's famous pasta. "I can't wait to dig in!"

As they entered the kitchen, they found Y/n standing at the stove, her sleeves rolled up and a look of concentration on her face as she stirred a pot of rich, tomatoey sauce.

"Hey, girls!" Y/n greeted them with a warm smile, her eyes twinkling with delight. "I'm just putting the finishing touches on dinner. I hope you're hungry!"

DJ and Stephanie nodded eagerly, their mouths watering at the sight of the bubbling pot of sauce. But their attention was quickly diverted to the highchair in the corner of the room, where baby Michelle sat, giggling and kicking her chubby legs with excitement.

"Look who's here to join us!" Y/n said, her voice filled with affection as she scooped Michelle up into her arms. "She's been keeping me company while I cook."

DJ and Stephanie cooed over their little sister, showering her with kisses and tickles as they caught up on each other's day. Michelle giggled with delight, her laughter filling the kitchen with joy.

As Y/n finished cooking the pasta and plated up steaming bowls for each of them, DJ and Stephanie set the table with eager anticipation. They couldn't wait to tuck into Y/n's homemade pasta, especially with the added bonus of baby Michelle's infectious laughter filling the air.

As they sat down to eat, the Bradshaw family shared a meal filled with laughter, love, and the comforting warmth of homemade food. And as they savored each bite of the delicious tomato cheesy pasta, Y/n couldn't help but feel grateful for these precious moments spent together with her nieces and baby Michelle.

As DJ and Stephanie eagerly tucked into their bowls of piping hot tomato cheesy pasta, their taste buds tingled with anticipation at the familiar flavors that Y/n's cooking never failed to deliver. The savory aroma filled the kitchen, creating an atmosphere of warmth and contentment as they savored each mouthful.

Between bites, they exchanged stories of their day at school, their laughter mingling with the clinking of forks against plates. DJ recounted a funny incident in math class, while Stephanie shared gossip about their friends' latest escapades.

Meanwhile, baby Michelle sat in her highchair, her chubby cheeks flushed with excitement as Y/n prepared another feeding for her. The little one cooed and giggled, her tiny hands reaching out eagerly as she waited for her next meal.

With practiced ease, Y/n fed Michelle spoonfuls of mashed vegetables, the baby's appetite seemingly insatiable as she eagerly gobbled up each bite. DJ and Stephanie couldn't help but smile at the adorable sight, their hearts swelling with love for their baby sister.

As the meal progressed, the kitchen filled with the sounds of laughter and conversation, a symphony of family bonding over a shared meal. Despite the chaos and busyness of their lives, moments like these reminded them of the importance of slowing down and cherishing the simple pleasures of togetherness.

And as they finished their meal, bellies full and hearts light, DJ and Stephanie couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and warmth that filled their home, making it truly a place where they belonged.

As the clock ticked, the aroma of lunch filled the Bradshaw household, mingling with the sounds of laughter and conversation. Just as the girls were finishing up their sandwiches and Y/n was wiping Michelle's face clean from her messy lunch, the front door swung open, and Bradley stepped into the kitchen, a wide grin on his face.

"Hey, everybody!" Bradley announced, his voice filled with excitement. "Guess what? Bob and Jake will be here soon to move in!"

DJ and Stephanie's eyes widened with surprise and joy at the news. They exchanged eager glances, their excitement bubbling over at the thought of their uncles joining them under one roof again.

"No way! That's awesome, Dad!" DJ exclaimed, her voice brimming with excitement. "I can't wait to see them!"

Stephanie nodded enthusiastically, her smile matching her sister's. "Yeah, it's going to be so much fun having them back home!"

As the girls finished their lunches, Y/n swiftly cleaned up the kitchen, stacking plates and wiping down countertops with practiced efficiency. Meanwhile, baby Michelle sat in her highchair, babbling happily as Y/n gently wiped her face and removed her bib.

"It'll be great to have everyone together again," Y/n remarked, her tone warm and cheerful as she glanced over at Bradley.

Bradley nodded in agreement, his expression reflecting the anticipation building in the room. "Absolutely. The house is going to feel alive again with Bob and Jake around."

With excitement buzzing in the air, the Bradshaw family finished tidying up the kitchen, each member eagerly anticipating the arrival of their uncles. And as they waited for Bob and Jake to walk through the door, they couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and camaraderie that filled their home, making it a place of warmth and happiness.

With a chorus of excited voices, the family made their way to the front door as Jake's arrival drew near. Anticipation hung in the air like electricity, each member eagerly awaiting the reunion with their beloved uncle. As the door swung open, there stood Jake, his arms laden with luggage, a bright smile gracing his features.

"Hey, Bradshawitos!" Jake exclaimed, his voice filled with warmth as he stepped inside, greeted by hugs and cheers from his nieces.

"Daddy, Uncle Jake's here!" DJ squealed with delight, rushing forward to embrace him.

Stephanie followed suit, wrapping her arms around her uncle in a tight hug. "We missed you, Uncle Jake!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with happiness.

Bradley greeted Jake with a firm handshake and a warm smile. "Welcome back, Jakob," he said, his voice tinged with affection.

As Jake's gaze swept over the room, his eyes came to rest on Y/n, who stood by the doorway, a soft smile playing on her lips. Time seemed to stand still as they locked eyes, a moment of connection sparking between them.

"Y/n," Jake breathed, his voice barely above a whisper as he took in her beauty, feeling a flutter of excitement in his chest.

"Jakob," Y/n replied, her voice equally soft as she met his gaze, a hint of color rising to her cheeks.

Jake returned the sentiment, enveloping his nieces in a tight embrace before turning his attention to Y/n. "Well, if it isn't the lovely Y/n," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "You're looking more beautiful than ever."

Y/n laughed, feeling a warmth spread through her at Jake's playful compliment. "Oh, stop it, Jake," she teased, playfully swatting his arm. "You're just saying that because you want me to cook for you."

Jake chuckled, his heart swelling with affection for his sisters friend. "Guilty as charged," he admitted with a grin.

In that moment, surrounded by the warmth and love of family, Jake couldn't help but feel a wave of emotion wash over him. As he looked at Y/n, he realized that he was falling, ever so slightly, in love with her. It was a feeling he couldn't deny, a spark of something special igniting within him.

As they stood there, caught in each other's gaze, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their own little bubble of happiness. And as they shared a smile, Jake knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful.

Lost in their moment of connection, Jake and Y/n's hearts beat in unison as they stood by the doorway, their eyes locked in a silent exchange of affection. But their blissful moment was abruptly interrupted by the sound of the front door swinging open once more.

"Hey, guys! I'm here!" Bob's exuberant voice filled the air as he entered the house, his arms laden with an armful of clothes.

Jake and Y/n quickly broke apart, their cheeks flushing with embarrassment as they turned to greet their friend. "Bob, hey!" Jake said, his voice slightly strained as he tried to regain his composure.

"Hey, Bob!" Y/n echoed, her tone cheerful but tinged with a hint of awkwardness.

As Robert made his way into the room, he stopped short, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight before him. "Whoa, did I interrupt something?" he asked, a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he dropped his load of clothes onto the nearest chair.

Jake and Y/n exchanged a sheepish glance, unable to suppress a nervous laugh at the situation. "No, no, of course not," Jake replied quickly, his cheeks still flushed with embarrassment.

"Yeah, we were just... uh... catching up," Y/n added, her cheeks matching Jake's in color as she tried to play it cool.

Bob raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he looked between the two of them. "Uh-huh, sure you were," he teased, his tone light and playful.

As the awkward moment passed, the three friends shared a laugh, the tension dissipating as they settled into the familiarity of their friendship. And as they gathered in the living room, surrounded by laughter and love, Jake and Y/n couldn't help but steal glances at each other, their hearts still racing from their brief moment of connection.

As the laughter subsided and the room filled with a comfortable ease, Bob busied himself with unpacking his belongings, his energetic chatter filling the air as he regaled Jake and Y/n with stories of his latest adventures.

Meanwhile, Jake and Y/n found themselves stealing glances at each other, their hearts still fluttering from the intimate moment they had shared. There was a newfound warmth in their interactions, a subtle shift in the air that spoke of unspoken feelings.

Caught in the whirlwind of emotions, Jake couldn't shake the memory of Y/n's smile, the way her eyes had sparkled in the soft light of the doorway. He found himself drawn to her, captivated by her beauty and grace in a way he had never experienced before.

And Y/n, too, couldn't deny the tug of attraction she felt towards Jake. There was something about him, something magnetic and irresistible that pulled at her heartstrings. She found herself yearning for more moments like the one they had shared, lost in the warmth of his gaze.

Just as the moment between Jake and Y/n seemed poised to deepen, Stephanie's voice chimed in from across the room, breaking the spell.

"Hey, Uncle Jake, can we play ballerinas?" Stephanie's eyes sparkled with excitement as she bounded over, her enthusiasm infectious.

Jake glanced at Y/n, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes as he realized their intimate moment had been interrupted once again. "Uh, Steph, maybe later, okay?" he replied, trying to gently sidestep the request.

Stephanie pouted, her lower lip jutting out in a classic display of disappointment. "But Uncle Jake, you promised we'd play today!" she protested, her eyes pleading.

Jake sighed, knowing he couldn't resist Stephanie's puppy-dog eyes for long. "Alright, alright, just give me a minute to catch my breath, okay?" he relented, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Stephanie's face lit up with delight, her disappointment quickly forgotten as she skipped off to gather her ballerina costume. "Yay! Thanks, Uncle Jake!" she exclaimed, her laughter filling the room.

Jake turned back to Y/n, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Looks like I'm off to be a ballerina," he joked, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.

Y/n chuckled, her heart lighter at the playful banter between them. "I'll be sure to bring the camera," she teased, a playful glint in her eye.

And as Jake followed Stephanie into the living room, ready to embrace the role of reluctant ballerina, Y/n couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through her at the thought of the fun and laughter that awaited them. Despite the interruption, she knew that moments like these were what made their family so special.

As the evening settled over the Bradshaw household, Y/n found herself on diaper duty, gently cooing to baby Michelle as she prepared to change her. The soft glow of the lamp cast a warm light over the nursery, creating a cozy atmosphere as Y/n carefully laid Michelle down on the changing table.

Just as she was about to unfasten Michelle's diaper, Jake appeared in the doorway, a playful grin on his face. "Hey there, little munchkin," he greeted Michelle, his voice filled with affection as he leaned in to tickle her chubby cheeks.

Michelle giggled with delight at her uncle's antics, her laughter filling the room as she squirmed in Y/n's arms.

"Jake, you're going to distract her," Y/n chided gently, trying to suppress a smile at the sight of her niece's infectious laughter.

Jake turned to Y/n, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he flashed her a charming grin. "Oh, come on, Y/n, where's your sense of fun?" he teased, his tone light and playful.

Y/n rolled her eyes, unable to resist Jake's charismatic charm. "I have plenty of fun, thank you very much," she retorted, a playful glint in her eye.

Jake chuckled, his heart warming at the sight of Y/n's playful banter. "I know, I know," he replied, his tone softening as he met her gaze. "But there's nothing wrong with a little extra fun, right?"

Y/n couldn't help but laugh at Jake's persistence, her heart lightening at the warmth and affection that flowed between them. Despite the chaos of the moment, she found herself enjoying the playful interlude, grateful for the bond they shared as family.

And as they continued to banter and laugh together, surrounded by the gentle laughter of baby Michelle, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. In moments like these, she knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be.

As Y/n reached for the diaper bin, her foot caught on the edge of the rug, sending her stumbling forward. With a gasp, she braced herself for the inevitable crash, but before she could hit the ground, strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her close.

In an instant, Y/n found herself cradled in Jake's arms, her heart racing as she looked up into his eyes. Their faces mere inches apart, she could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

"Whoa there, Y/n/n, you okay?" Jake's voice was soft, filled with concern as he held her close, his eyes searching hers for any signs of distress.

Y/n's cheeks flushed pink as she realized their close proximity, the sudden rush of adrenaline leaving her breathless. "Y-yeah, I'm fine," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jake's arms tightened around her, offering her support and comfort as he helped her regain her balance. Their bodies pressed together, the air around them thick with tension as they shared a fleeting moment of intimacy.

For a heartbeat, time seemed to stand still as Y/n gazed up at Jake, lost in the depths of his gaze. In that moment, the world fell away, leaving only the two of them in their own little bubble of warmth and connection.

But just as quickly as it had begun, the moment passed, reality crashing back in as Y/n regained her footing. With a nervous laugh, she pulled away from Jake's embrace, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"Thanks, Jake," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as she avoided his gaze.

Jake offered her a reassuring smile, his eyes gentle as he squeezed her hand. "Anytime, Y/n," he replied, his voice soft with understanding.

And as they stood there, surrounded by the gentle laughter of baby Michelle, Y/n couldn't help but feel a flutter of something stirring in her heart. In that brief, fleeting moment, she had felt closer to Jake than ever before, and she couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them

With a soft smile, Y/n gently lifted Michelle into her arms, cradling her close as she carried her over to the crib. Michelle cooed softly, her tiny fingers grasping at the air as she snuggled into Y/n's embrace.

Jake watched from the doorway, his heart swelling with affection at the sight of Y/n and Michelle together. He couldn't help but admire the tenderness and care with which Y/n handled her niece, a warmth spreading through him at the sight.

As Y/n reached the crib, she carefully lowered Michelle down, tucking the soft blanket around her and placing her favorite teddy bear within reach. Michelle's eyes fluttered closed, her breathing slowing as she settled into a peaceful sleep.

Once Michelle was settled, Y/n turned to Jake with a gentle smile, her eyes shining with fondness. "She's such an angel when she's sleeping," she whispered, her voice filled with affection.

Jake nodded in agreement, his gaze soft as he watched Y/n tending to Michelle. "Yeah, she really is," he replied, his voice hushed as he marveled at the scene before him.

Together, they stood in silence for a moment, lost in the quiet beauty of the moment. And as they shared a glance, a silent understanding passed between them, a bond strengthening in the shared love they felt for Michelle.

With a final tender smile, Y/n reached for Michelle's favorite pacifier, gently placing it in her mouth before leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. "Sweet dreams, little one," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

And as they left the nursery, the warmth of the moment lingered in the air, a gentle reminder of the love and connection that bound them together as family.

As Y/n and Jake turned to leave the nursery, their minds still filled with the tender moment they had just shared, they failed to notice each other's proximity until it was too late. With an accidental collision, they bumped into each other at the doorway, causing them both to stumble back a step in surprise.

"Oops, sorry!" Jake exclaimed, his hands reaching out instinctively to steady Y/n.

Y/n laughed softly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the unexpected encounter. "No, my fault," she replied, her voice light with amusement as she regained her balance with Jake's help.

For a moment, they stood there, their eyes meeting in a shared moment of laughter and camaraderie. And in that brief instant, something shifted between them, a spark of connection that lingered in the air like electricity.

As they composed themselves and continued down the hallway, a subtle warmth settled over them, the memory of their accidental collision lingering in the air like a gentle reminder of the bond that tied them together. And as they walked side by side, Y/n couldn't help but feel a flutter of something stirring in her heart, a sense of possibility and promise that left her breathless with anticipation for what the future might hold.

As Y/n and Jake walked down the hallway, their conversation interrupted by their accidental collision, they were surprised to see Stephanie emerge from her room with a disgruntled expression on her face. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, and her brow was furrowed in frustration.

"Stephanie, what are you doing up?" Y/n asked, her voice filled with concern as she noticed her niece's obvious displeasure.

Stephanie huffed, her frustration evident as she spoke. "I can't sleep," she grumbled. "And it's not fair that I have to share a room with DJ just because Uncle Jake took my room!"

Jake's eyes widened in realization as he remembered the recent rearrangement of rooms to accommodate his own move back into the house. "Oh, Steph, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were upset about the room situation," he said, his tone apologetic.

Stephanie's expression softened slightly at Jake's apology, but she still seemed reluctant to accept the change. "It's not fair," she muttered, her voice tinged with disappointment.

Y/n knelt down in front of Stephanie, her eyes filled with empathy. "I know it's not ideal, sweetie, but we'll figure something out, okay? We'll make sure everyone feels comfortable and happy," she reassured her, her voice gentle and soothing.

Stephanie nodded slowly, a glimmer of hope flickering in her eyes. "Okay," she said, her voice small but determined.

As Y/n stood back up, ake placed a comforting hand on Stephanie's shoulder, offering her a reassuring smile. "We'll work it out, Steph. I promise," he said, his voice filled with sincerity.

With a sigh, Stephanie turned back towards her room, her mood slightly improved by the support of her family. As she disappeared behind the closed door, Y/n and Jake exchanged a knowing glance, silently resolving to make sure everyone felt included and valued in their shared home. And as they continued down the hallway, their hearts filled with determination to find a solution that would bring peace and harmony to their family.

Feeling the weight of Stephanie's disappointment lingering in the air, Jake turned to Y/n with a determined expression, his hand finding its way to her hip as he spoke softly. "I'll go talk to Stephanie, make sure she's alright and tuck her in. And then I'll swing by DJ's room to say goodnight," he promised, his voice filled with reassurance.

Y/n met Jake's gaze with a grateful smile, feeling a surge of warmth at his thoughtful gesture. "Thank you, Jake," she murmured, her voice soft with appreciation. "I'll check in on Michelle one more time and finish up a few things downstairs."

With a gentle squeeze of Y/n's hip, Jake turned and made his way towards Stephanie's room, his heart heavy with the desire to mend any hurt feelings. As he approached the closed door, he took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation ahead.

Inside Stephanie's room, Jake found her sitting on her bed, her expression a mix of frustration and sadness. He sat down beside her, his arm draped around her shoulders in a comforting gesture.

"Hey, Steph," he began, his voice gentle. "I know it's tough having to share your room with DJ. But I promise, we'll figure something out, okay? You won't have to feel like you're missing out on your space."

Stephanie glanced up at Jake, her eyes searching his for sincerity. Slowly, a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips, reassured by his words. "Thanks, Uncle Jake," she said, her voice soft with gratitude.

With a final squeeze of Stephanie's shoulder, Jake stood up, ready to fulfil his promise to check in on DJ. As he made his way to her bed, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his role as a father figure to the Bradshaw girls, grateful for the opportunity to support and care for them as part of their loving family.

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haeigoo · 8 months

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Found You (ZCL)

ღ pairing: idol!chenle x fem!reader (ft. jaehyun & jisung)

ღ description: based off a funny chenji incident

ღ word count: 1,562

ღ genre: established relationship, SLIGHT angst & fluff

ღ warnings: kissing, suggestive, swearing

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ღ author's note: this is my first official fic that i wrote in years. and its all thanks to my love @lowkeyjaemle for being a huge help in the making of this au, go read her works HERE!

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You have been dating Chenle for seven months now and it is no surprise to you that your anniversary happens to fall on the same day as their third group comeback, ‘ISTJ.’ Both their managers and fans have not been so forgiving of you ever since your relationship came into fruition. Several complaints made their way to the company of Chenle allegedly taking sick days and leaving rehearsals early to be with you. It got worse when stolen photos of the two of you circulated online like wildfire on the day that he chose to ditch schedules. After New Years’ Day, the management released a statement about enforcing restrictions of all artists under the label from engaging with individuals outside professional relationships to avoid further mishaps that may hinder the flow of the business. This gut-wrenching news isolated you both but you knew exactly what you were getting into when you decided to join him in the public eye.

When the morning of your anniversary came, you were already used to waking up to cold mornings without Chenle. He trusted you enough to look after Daegal while he is at work but not even her presence could cheer you up. You only got to communicate with him through calls and last night, he had reassured you that his group was finishing up. Chenle was staring close through the screen, grinning while he reiterates how much he misses you. You let out a huge sigh before puckering your lips together to say goodbye as you ended the call.

You got up from the master bed and shimmied yourself up to look nice today. As you were showering, something at the back of your mind was eating out at you – How will this be any different from the last? What if I’m just another lost cause?

When you reached over to your closet, you saw the lustrous baby blue Sunday dress that you have been saving up to wear for weeks as it paired neatly with your black combat boots and faux leather handbag that Chenle got you last Christmas. You rushed downstairs to leave the house when suddenly your phone vibrated. It was a text from Chenle, he will unfortunately be working late tonight to make adjustments for the shoot. For a moment, you stood there frozen and stiff as your face dropped and your left hand made a fist. This always happens, you told yourself.

You caught yourself falling into the depths of despair since today was clearly a special occasion. You immediately locked the door behind you and walked outside with a stain in your heart. The cool breeze brushed through the locks of your hair, in the hopes of soothing your troubled soul when you spotted a perfume shop just around the corner. You were greeted by a variety of scents as you gracefully walked through the door of this well-lit establishment. After countless browsing, a Myrrh & Tonka cologne from Jo Malone caught your eye and took a few puffs from the sample available.

You were not notorious for using fragrances and Chenle knew that best. But the thought of wrapping yourself in a fresh bouquet of aromas unfamiliar to Chenle would surely have him by surprise. You picked up a piece and headed towards the cashier whose smile was glistening through the room.

“You find everything to your liking?” Jaehyun asked softly.

“Yup!” You nodded.

“You know, a whiff of this sensational notes of almond and vanilla will have anyone under your spell. May I ask, who’s the lucky man?”

“Zhong Chenle. You couldn’t miss even if you tried, Jaehyun.”

“Right. Well, tell him I said hi!” He chuckled as you bid you farewell.

You left the store feeling accomplished when you gazed upon the vast, hazy sky around you and knew by then, it was already sundown. You had called a taxi and dashed through the car door to hopefully catch Chenle still at the building. The driver had dropped you off just outside when you felt a shiver down your spine.

You took a deep breath as you stepped through the main entrance when your phone started buzzing, an incoming call from Chenle. You shook off your nerves and ignored the needy hollers of your boyfriend. You exited from the elevator and sprinted towards the practice room to find the lawless space empty with plastic bottles and chips scattered messily around the floor. After some time passed, you caught a glimpse of his tumbler across from you and that was the information you needed.

You went to check on the bathroom only to see from your peripheral, a drowsy Chenle with his head buried in his knees. You crouched down as you elevated his face to meet yours when you realized how droopy his eyes were from today’s schedule.

“I’m here, baby.” You exclaimed as you rubbed sweat off his forehead.

“(Y/N)? I’ve been worried sick. You didn’t answer me all day! What’s going with you?” Chenle blurted out.

“Chenle, this whole fiasco got to me! Being away from you was torture itself. So, I came by to surprise you.”

“Baby, having you in my life was the biggest plot twist I could ever ask for. I would replay the very first moment my heart belonged to you.”

“Have you been drinking? I’ve never heard those words before especially coming from you. Well, you better get up before anyone sees you like this!”

When you tapped his shoulders signaling him to stand up, he swiftly grabbed your wrist in lightning speed and dragged you to one of the stalls. Chenle abruptly shuts the door behind him which made a loud thud as he is brimming with excitement. He sits on the toilet seat and spreads his legs like a king on the throne while checking you from top to bottom. Clicking his tongue and smacking his thigh, encouraging you to delicately plop yourself onto him. Chenle had that smug expression wearing nothing but his black sweatpants, GSW T-shirt and white rubber shoes.

“Chenle, you’ll get your ass beat if your manager storms in on us!” You said incredulously.

“Baby girl, they’re never gonna find out because I know how to shut that beautiful mouth of yours.” Chenle remarked confidently with a smirk.

“This is serious, dude. I’m not taking my clothes off, you maniac!”

“Ugh, you’re no fun. Just sit on my lap. I need you close, baby.”

You diligently abide by his request and the next thing you know, Chenle’s hands are in between your thighs which makes you quiver. You promptly frowned at him, refusing to let him near you when all of a sudden, he took one hand away to cup your cheeks and pulled you in a deep, passionate yet sloppy kiss. The hand then travelled down your neck where he tightens his grip, making you scoff out a little cough. The moment you parted with his lips to catch your breath you throw your head back as you were holding onto his shoulders for support when he took notice of your scent.

“Baby, you smell so fucking good. What’d you put on?”

“Jo Malone perfume I bought from Jaehyun. I’ll explain later. You’ve a lot of catching up to do, mister.”

“Whatever you say, princess.” Chenle uttered under his breath as he flashed his signature crescent moon smile.

The further your bodies were intertwined, the more he got captivated by your scent. You completely lost yourself under your boyfriend’s touch when you hear footsteps outside the stall. Stomping loudly towards your direction, your eyes widen and hid your face onto his chest. When you hear the twist of the knob turn, you had already hoped it was his manager to usher you out of this hellhole. Instead, you glanced up to see a tall man hovering the both of you with a confused look plastered on his face. It was Park Jisung, all dressed in black ever so handsomely.

“Sorry, I didn’t know this was occupied. Hi (Y/N)! It’s been so long.” Jisung said as he scratches the back of his scalp.

“Hey, it was a surprise for this guy!” You stated as you tilt your head.

“Excuse me! Jisung, do you mind?” Chenle vocalized, motioning his hands together in a brisk fashion because he was already vexed at his best friend for walking in on you two.

“Yeah, I’m leaving. Bye (Y/N), it was really nice seeing you again!” Jisung responded with a playful wink as he closed the door.

You could sense Chenle fuming behind you, arguably pissed off from Jisung’s remark as you played along. Chenle’s cheeks had never gotten this red before, you could spot his furrowed brows and face flushed when you turned around to see him pouting his lips. This was one of the few times you ever saw your boyfriend sulky and admittedly enough, you found it cute.

“Aww, why the long face?” You said teasingly, pinching his plum cheeks.

“Because you seem to like Jisung more than me.” Chenle muttered defeatedly, shifting his gaze and not meeting yours.

“When we locked eyes for the first time, my heart knew what I needed and it was you. In a million timelines, I’d choose you. Chenle, you’re my north star.” You lovingly affirmed his tense face as you leaned closer and planted one last kiss.

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