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Secret Love
Warning: unapologetic smut and some degradation, so if that’s not your cup of tea, I’ll see you next week. Maybe. Word count: 1.1k+
“Joshua, love,” you whined softly but earnestly, need and desperation clear in your voice. “Please! I’ve been so good! I’ve been so good.”
“What do you need?” Joshua asked, looking thoroughly confused. Had you not seen the mischievous glint in his eye, you would have believed him.
“I need to taste you right now.”
“Taste me what, my love? I want to give it to you, but I have to make sure we’re on the same page.”
“Anything!” you cried, your voice strained with need. “Please, Joshua, please!”
“We’re in my parents’ basement...”
“I can beg,” you sassed.
“Do it,” Joshua challenged.
“You can’t say no to me, Baby.”
“I can though,” he said bluntly. “Beg me.”
You felt like crying. “I want you. I want you. I love you so much... please, Baby, I’ve been so good! I’m so hungry!”
Joshua started to shake his head, but he caved. “Come here, Love, but I’ve got some ground rules.”
You were about ready to oblige to anything.
“Be silent. I don’t wanna hear any of your moans, Darling, do you understand? I want to taste them instead. My parents think you’re an innocent little angel and they don’t need you to sway them yet. Okay?”
You nodded hungrily, desperate for him.
“Come here. I need kisses first. I’m in control. I’ll start when I’m ready.”
You would usually have hated the dominant tone that laced his voice, but you wanted him so badly you were willing to do whatever he wanted.
He began rubbing your lower back and you groaned, finally beginning to achieve what you had been craving for so long.
Pulling his hands off your back, he placed a single finger on your lips, shushing you.
“Quiet, Baby.” he instructed. “I don’t wanna hear your moans. Just wanna taste ‘em.”
You took the opportunity of his finger on your lips to begin with him. You worked his finger into your mouth and he didn’t resist. You began sucking gently on it, swirling your tongue around it.
The look on his face was priceless. “God forbid you behave,” he grumbled and stifled a groan. He snapped out of it, though, when your eyelids began to flutter shut.
“Come on, Baby. If you want to get going, we had better start.”
You snapped to attention and focused intently on his lips as he leaned his head closer to yours tantilizingly slow. When at last your lips collided with his, you felt as if you were in Heaven.
You had kissed him only earlier in the day, but not like this. Nothing could be like this. It was the hottest kiss the two of you had ever shared and you both knew it. He swallowed each and every one of your many moans like he’d promised and, when at last the kiss was broken, remarked that they were delicious.
He said that they’d filled him thoroughly with so many butterflies he thought he would float away.
You felt like there were so many butterflies in your stomach that they would weigh you down and you would drop through the earth’s crust.
“So,” Joshua smiled at you, trying to keep up his rough, brusque act. “What exactly was it you wanted from me?”
“Love. I want all the love you have to give me.”
“All of it, huh?” he asked, clearly amused.
You tried to pull your hand out of his curls, but your fingers were tied tightly up in the stray hairs. “I’m so sorry,” you panicked. “I didn’t mean...”
“Leave ‘em in there. Your flaws work to my favor.” He hated making snide or degrading comments as a result of his usual kindhearted nature, but he knew how much you loved them.
He started using his hands to ruffle your hair and he went in for another kiss. Mid-tongue plunge, he withdrew his hands from your hair and used them to remove your panties.
You managed to free your hands from his hair and slip his off too and you finally got what you wanted.
He held his finger up to your lips and you began nibbling on his finger again.
“Dirty little brat,” he groaned at the feeling of your mouth revolving around his finger.
“No making noise,” you reminded him and he ruffled your hair.
He spent a hot second staring at you before he lunged and began biting your neck.
You stifled a moan at the pain. He swirled his tongue around the area before biting down again. You tightened your grasp on him as he got further into it.
Your eyes shut as he began to move inside of you. You were throbbing painfully in the best way possible. After connecting your lips to Joshua’s you moaned his name directly into his mouth.
He gritted his teeth as he pulled out of you, only to plunge right back in. “You’re doing fine, Baby, but it’s not very enjoyable,” he lied. “Do better... yes. Like that.”
You rearranged yourself on him and it was his turn to moan into your mouth. You loved the interesting taste of his saliva. It was unmatched by anyone or anything else. It was borderline addictive.
“Just like that. Yes...” he let out a hissed breath, splattering tiny droplets of saliva onto your bare shoulder.
You squeezed your eyes shut as everything began to throb more. Tears sprang into your eyes and you blinked them back. “I need to...come...”
“Wait. You’re a big girl. You can hold it.”
He continued forcing you to hold it back when you cried, “please, Baby, I’ve been so good!”
“You’ve been mediocre. Give me one really good minute and I’ll let you come. Sound good--sorry...?” He saw the pained expression on your face; how you were sweating and clenched tightly around him. He didn’t like to be degrading or mean, but he knew it secretly turned you on.
“Don’t be sorry,” you whispered a little too harshly.
“I won’t don’t worry,” he croaked, his voice catching in his throat. He had his one amazing minute. “Can I come now? Please? I’ve been so good! I’ve been so good,” you pleaded.
“Of course.” He was already staring in awe at you. “You’ve earned it.”
His jaw fell open in awe as you wrapped your arms tightly around his middle. “You did awesome for me,” he said honestly. “But could you play the dominant role for me next time?”
You burst out laughing. “I’m not the actor, you are.”
“Doesn’t mean I like being mean to my baby. Please, Baby? I’ve been so good.”
“Fine.” you succumbed to his puppy eyes. “But I don’t wanna hear a single sound out of you. Sound good?”
I am willing to do part two where Y/N is the mean/dom one if you want?
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Masterlist for my smut stories/ fanfics
Michael Cimino & Reader
Celebrity Sex Paradise (10 Chapters with Joshua Bassett, Matt Cornett, Jace Norman, Tom Holland, Nico Greetham, Lucien Laviscount) FINAL CHAPTER OUT NOW!!
Sebastian Stan & Reader
Harrison Osterfield & Harry Holland
Shawn Mendes & Joshua Bassett
Nico Greetham & Reader
Joshua Bassett & Matt Cornett
Harry Holland & Tom Holland
Jordan Fisher & Matt Cornett
Gavin Leatherwood & Reader
Anthony Keyvan & Reader
Tom Holland & Harrison Osterfield
Tom Holland & Kit Connor
Kit Connor & Mason Gooding
Leo Howard & Charles Melton
Lucien Laviscount & Black Michael
Froy Gutierrez & Zane Phillips
Peter Parker & Johnny Storm
Gavin Casalegno & Gregg Sulkin
Ross Lynch & Joshua Bassett
Rudy Pankow & Anthony Keyvan
Jacob Rott & Asher Angel & Nico Greetham & Taron Egerton
KJ Apa & Noah Beck
Nico Greetham & Milo Manheim - HALLOWEEN SPECIAL PART 1
Leo Howard & Anthony Keyvan - HALLOWEEN SPECIAL PART 2 & NEW!!
#Michael Cimino#tom holland#nico greetham#joshua bassett#matt cornett#jace norman#smut story#gay story#fanfic#gay fanfiction#sebastian stan#harrison osterfield#harry holland#shawn mendes#jordan fisher#gavin leatherwood#anthony keyvan#kit connor#mason gooding#leo howard#charles melton#blake michael#froy gutierrez#zane phillips#peter parker#johnny storm#marvel fanfiction#gay marvel#gavin casalegno#lucien laviscount
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𝕞 𝕒 𝕤 𝕥 𝕖 𝕣 𝕝 𝕚 𝕤 𝕥
Started: 01.07.24
Last Updated: 02.10.24
Total Works: 26
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Imagines/Oneshots
Clarisse La Rue
Deep Questions?
Training
ChatGPT wrote me a fic.
"Even Aphrodite envies you."
Bad Day
"More beautiful than..."
Crayons
Luscious Curls
"I'm not yours!"
No Pictures
Reyna Ramirez-Arellano
Annabeth Chase
Woodlands
Piper McLean
Smut
Clarisse La Rue
Reyna Ramirez-Arellano
A little extra help
Annabeth Chase
Piper McLean
Series
Clarisse La Rue
Unexpected Love (1.1)
Gentleman (1.2)
Nails (2.1)
Reyna Ramirez-Arellano
Sleepy sleepy Praetor
Annabeth Chase
Piper McLean
Other
Clarisse La Rue
Reyna Ramirez-Arellano
Annabeth Chase
Piper McLean
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Imagines/Oneshots
Natasha Romanoff
Kate Bishop
Kamala Khan
Yelena Belova
Daisy Johnson
Melinda May
Crush
Smut
Natasha Romanoff
Kate Bishop
Kamala Khan
Yelena Belova
Daisy Johnson
Melinda May
Series
Natasha Romanoff
Kate Bishop
Kamala Khan
Yelena Belova
Daisy Johnson
Melinda May
Other
Natasha Romanoff
Kate Bishop
Kamala Khan
Yelena Belova
Daisy Johnson
Melinda May
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Imagines/Oneshots
Taylor Swift
"Don't... I swear.."
Hailee Steinfeld
Scarlett Johansson
Dior Goodjohn
Jealous Baby
Post Workout Nap
Selena Gomez
Joshua Bassett
Olivia Rodrigo
Dylan Conrique
Chandler Kinney
Zendaya
Smut
Taylor Swift
Hailee Steinfeld
Scarlett Johansson
Selena Gomez
Joshua Bassett
Olivia Rodrigo
Dylan Conrique
Chandler Kinney
Zendaya
Series
Taylor Swift
Hailee Steinfeld
Scarlett Johansson
Dior Goodjohn
Selena Gomez
Joshua Bassett
Olivia Rodrigo
Dylan Conrique
Chandler Kinney
Zendaya
Other
Taylor Swift
Hailee Steinfeld
Scarlett Johansson
Dior Goodjohn
Headcanons :)
Headcanons pt 2
Headcanons pt 3.
Headcanons pt4
Headcanons pt5
Snapchat Posts pt1.
Snapchat Posts pt2
Selena Gomez
Joshua Bassett
Olivia Rodrigo
Dylan Conrique
Chandler Kinney
Zendaya
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💛Sunshine💛 - The Scene
In which you all read about Spencer’s family life
Overall warnings: Overall warnings: mentions of sex, children, violence, regular cm stuff
Spencer felt dizzy.
He felt like his whole world was shattering as he walked up the pathway to the safe house that wasn't so safe anymore.
He pushed through dozens of policemen and FBI but stopped when he reached the porch
No one had been inside yet. They wanted to wait for the BAU to get there first and there was no reason to suspect that anything was still going on inside.
Spencer was the first one on the scene. Morgan had stupidly called him while he was on his way to get coffee before he headed into the office.
Morgan told Spencer that the officer they placed outside of the safe house was murdered and her turned the car right around and sped to the house.
His heart broke when he saw that the door was wide open.
He slowly stepped inside of the house. He looked around and his heart dropped.
It was a mess. There was broken furniture, blood.
Blood.
He saw a bloody handprint on the door to the basement. The keypad was also covered in the red substance.
Maybe she and the kids got down. He thought, walking towards it slowly. He punched in the 3 digit number that he remembered from a conversation with Derek.
The key pad lit green and he heard the lock click. He slowly opened the door and peeked down.
His feet carried him down the stairs slowly and quietly. He stopped for a second to try and hear anything down there.
~
Joey sat against the wall in the darkest corner of the basement. Sadie was sat in his lap and he had his hand over her mouth.
He had heard the door open and quickly scrambled to scoop her up and away from the box of cereal she was eating out of. It scattered and spilled all over the floor.
Joey knew that Sadie was scared so he did his best to keep a smile on his lips every time she looked back at him.
He shut his eyes when the footsteps of whoever was coming down the stairs got closer. Sadie started to let out whimpers and he shook his head.
"Sadie, please be quiet." He whispered, almost inaudibly.
~
An open, spilled cereal box came into Spencer's view as he stepped on to the cold stone floor. He accidentally stepped on a few pieces and cursed.
He sighed shakily and looked around but the sound of whimpering made him freeze.
It sounded just like Sadie when she fell off her kiddie bike three years ago.
"Sadie?" He whispered out hesitantly, trying not to sound scary. "Sadie, bunny, is that you?"
~
Sadie ripped her brother's hand off of her mouth and crawled off of his lap.
"Daddy!?" She shouted.
"Sadie, wait!" Joey reached out for her but she rushed out of the dark and around the corner.
Joey scrambled up from his spot on the floor and ran after her, stopping when he saw his dad picking Sadie up.
"Oh, dad..." Joey tried to hold in a sob.
Spencer sink to his knees as Sadie hugged him tight. He looked over the girl's shoulder and held his hand out for Joey.
He ran forward wrapped his arms around his dad. "Are you guys okay?" Spencer asked, rubbing his children's backs.
Sadie could do nothing but cry into her father's neck and Joey was trying to get words out. "What h-happened to your mom? Where's Charlie?"
"Mommy locked us down here!" Sadie sobbed. "She was so mad!"
Spencer shook his head. "No, baby. I'm sure mommy wasn't mad at you. Where is she? Where's your brother?"
"He took them!" Sadie cried.
Spencer pulled her off of him and held her at arm's length. "Who, Bunny? Who?"
They heard footsteps at the top of the stairs and looked up. "Marcus Gellar." Derek spoke, placing his hands on his hips. "Marcus Gellar, Audrey's brother, is the unsub."
Spencer turned back to the kids and glanced back and forth between them. "Is that who you saw here? Uncle Marcus?"
Sadie nodded and Joey looked up at Derek and back down at Spencer. "He hurt her. He hurt mom."
"She was bleeding from her back and she fell on her belly." Sadie cried. Spencer wanted to cry.
He wanted to scream and cry and run out of that house and go on a rampage to find his wife and son.
But he had to take care of the kids in front of him. "Okay." He nodded. "Okay, I'm gonna find mommy but we gotta go, okay? We're gonna go home for a little bit."
"We get to go home?" Sadie asked through tears.
Spencer nodded. "Yes, baby, we're gonna go home."
Joey shook his head. "B-but we need to find mom and- and Charlie." He said, his breathing picking up. "M-om and Charlie are mi-issing!" He shouted.
Derek walked down the stairs and scooped Sadie up out of Spencer's arms when he noticed Joey's rising panic.
Spencer spun to face his son on his knees and he pressed his cool hands on his cheeks. "Joey, I need you to take a deep breath for me." He nodded.
"I ca-an't, d-" He was now gasping for air.
Spencer unzipped the boy's jacket, hoping that the tight feeling in his chest would go away. "Joey, come on. Breath with me." He placed his hand on Joey's chest and inhaled deeply, nodding his head.
Joey's chest heaved as a tear ran down his face. His chest stuttered as he tried to match his dad's breathing.
"Breathe with me." Spencer nodded once again.
Joey was finally able to take a slow, deep breath. He shut his eyes as he exhaled and Spencer gave the boy a sad smile. "There you go, Joe. Just keep taking deep breaths."
"Spencer." The man looked up at the top of the stairs. Emily and Hotch stood there. "We need to talk."
He nodded and looked at Derek. "C-can you take them out to the car?" He asked.
"No, daddy! Don't go!" Sadie began to cry again.
Spencer tilted his head. "I'll be right out, okay? I promise." He nodded. "Just go with Uncle Derek and I'll be right out to take you home."
Sadie nodded slowly and Derek and the kids walked up the stairs. He followed them but walked over to the kitchen where Emily and Hotch waited.
Emily cleared her throat, clearly uncomfortable and straightened out her jacket. Hotch's face was the same as always, stone cold.
"How did you guys figure out that it was Marcus?" Spencer asked as he walked over.
Hotch crossed his arms. "We'll explain that later. Right now, we need to talk."
Spencer bit his lip. "O-okay."
Emily sighed. "After we went to Marcus' safe house when we found out it was him, he was gone." She nodded. "And we immediately thought to come here but on the way, PD notified us of a call they got from across the street from Lisa and Cole's."
Hotch cleared his throat. "Marcus unfortunately stopped there before coming here." He explained. "The neighbors saw the front door open early this morning and went in. Both Lisa and Cole were found dead in the kitchen."
Spencer's heart hurt.
He didn't know how much more he could take. His wife and firstborn were missing, his unborn baby might be hurt, his wife was injured, his parents in law were dead. He inhaled deeply trying to choke down tears.
"Oh, Spencer." Emily whispered. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. "It's gonna be okay."
All Spencer could do was shake his head. "We just need to find my wife and my kid. Then it will all be okay."
Hotch sighed. "Spencer, we also need to talk about the case."
Spencer pulled away from Emily and looked at Hotch. "Okay...?"
"You can't be on it."
Spencer furrowed his brows. "I'm sorry- what the fuck did you just say to me?" He asked, taking a step forward.
"Reid-"
"This is my wife and my fucking child we're talking about, and you really want me to just sit around and if nothing?" He asked, not even realizing that his feet carried him closer.
Hotch tilted his head. "Reid, I would refrain from stepping any closer to me." He raised his eyebrows a bit. "Step back and we can talk about this."
He shook his head. "No, I'm taking my kids home. My kids need to go home." He told them.
Spencer turned away from them and walked outside. He saw Derek buckling Sadie into the car seat in the back of his car and Joey was sitting back there with her. Usually he would get in the front seat but he wanted to be with his sister.
Spencer nodded at Derek with a thin, sad smile as the man tossed him his keys. "Reid."
He paused and turned to him. "Yeah?"
"We're gonna get them back." He nodded. "I swear. If it's the last thing I do, we'll bring them home to you, got it?"
Spencer nodded. "Got it."
.•.••.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.••..
HELLLOOOOOOOO
I hope you enjoyed this chapter! (This is not edited)
Now obviously it would be boring as fuck if Spencer just sat at home while his team kicked ass so...
WHOS READY FOR ROGUE!SPENCER??? I know I am.
Also Sades and Joey are gonna be so traumatized and I feel bad but it had to be done for the sake of ✨drama✨
#spencer reid#spencer fluff#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid smut#criminal minds imagine#spencer reid x original female character#spencer reid x reader#spencer x oc#criminal minds#spencer x reader#crimimal minds#love your body#noah jupe#violet mcgraw#joshua bassett#read more#spencer x you
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Masterlist
💋 = smut ❤️ = fluff 🖤 = angst
Sam Winchester
Series
About you ❤️🖤💋 : (Ongoing) Valerie Singer and Sam Winchester first met when they were 16, it was an instant match but soon sam had to go and the letters stopped coming. Years later they unknowingly reunite at a college halloween party, here is their story.
Matty Healy
Series
Happiness 💋❤️🖤 (complete) : Julie Foreman has worked at dirty hit for 2 years now, finally she gets the chance to work and go on tour with her favorite band. When she finally meets the band her and matty instantly hit it off and sparks fly but will their love blossom or end up in flames...
Teachers Assistant ❤️🖤💋(ongoing) : You’re a senior in college just hoping to get through the year with no hiccups , but the universe has others plans when you put in Professor Healys class. When you unexpectedly volunteer yourself to be his T.A. you find your relationship with him becoming more than professional…
Imagines
Mirror picture 💋 : Matty posts a mirror picture and you can’t help but want him
Lollapalooza ❤️ : Matty surprises you onstage at your lolla set
Teacher’s Assistant 💋 : You’re Professor Healy’s T.A and one day when you go to his office you hear him moaning your name.
Teachers Assistant Pt.2 💋❤️: Your now boyfriend Matty, has had a stressful two weeks and it’s up to you to help him out.
Teacher’s Assistant Pt 3 💋❤️ : At an end of the term party that both you and matty attend, you catch someone flirting with him and retaliate, which causes matty to get jealous…
6 months later 🖤❤️ : You and matty broke up 6 months ago but you’ve been hiding a secret from him and he finds out when he spots you shopping.
Hot and Heavy 💋 : You watch matty during consumption and can’t wait to see him back stage
First time 💋❤️ : Matty takes your virginity
Night In shining armor 🖤❤️ : You’re a princess who falls in love with your fathers head knight, the one problem is that your love is strictly forbidden
Night in shining armor AU 🖤💋❤️ : Your father, the king, is a cruel man forcing you into a loveless marriage. But soon you meet his head knight and fall madly in love even though your love is strictly forbidden and can have dire consequences.
Tour baby! ❤️ : you find out you’re pregnant while on tour with the 1975.
Family Christmas ❤️💋 : You go over to Mattys childhood home for Christmas, and finally get to meet his family. And also mess around a bit in his old bedroom
Be my baby ❤️ : You go into labor with your and mattys first child.
Bad idea right? 💋🖤 : Months after your break up, you see him again, this time with a new girl on his arm. You go against your better judgment and let him talk to you and one thing leads to another
I’ve got you babe ❤️ : You were in a toxic relationship before matty, and one day you start your period and accidentally bleed onto his sheets and are scared his going to get mad just like your ex.
Vinnie Hacker
Oh Baby! ❤️ : You find out you’re pregnant while vinnie is in Paris for fashion week.
No Promises 🖤: Vinnie and you get into a fight, which escalates into your taking of your promise ring he gave you
Dreamer Cheater 🖤 : Vinnie cheats on you in your dream and you get upset with him about it
Open for requests! request form
Who i write for :
Matty healy
Ross lynch
Joshua Bassett/ Ricky Bowen
Stiles Stilinski
Joe Keery / Steve Harrington
Evan Peters
Vinnie Hacker
Castiel
Sam Winchester/ Jared Padalecki
#matty healy#ross lynch#joshua bassett#ricky bowen#evan peters#steve harrington#joe keery#stiles stilinski#vinnie hacker#smut#fluff#angst#sam winchester#jared padalecki#castiel
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WHAT I WILL/WILL NOT WRITE:
influencers/youtubers ☆
🤍/🫀/💋 --- nicolas sturniolo
🤍/🫀/💋 --- matthew sturniolo
🤍/🫀/💋 --- christopher sturniolo
celebrities ♡
🤍/🫀/💋 --- olivia rodrigo
🤍/🫀/💋 --- sabrina carpenter
🤍/🫀/💋 --- elizabeth olsen
WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE:
× piss play/kink, period play/kink
× incest, step-brother/sister, age play(huge age gap is what i'm saying.)
× rape, non-consensual sex.
(i am not shaming anyone who likes/reads this type of stuff, (minus incest & rape.) i am just uncomfortable with writing it.)
#angst#olivia rodrigo#smut#fluff#give me requests#i'm so desperate#please yall#jenna ortega#joshua bassett#sabrina carpenter#hsmtmts#nini salazar roberts#ricky bowen#nick sturniolo#matt sturniolo#chris sturniolo
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The delicate beginning rush
Instagram photo dump part VI
Masterlist <all chapters here>
Instagram photo dump masterlist
Pairing: Austin Butler x singer/actress fem reader
!!!Everything fake!!!
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tmz
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tmz: Y/n and Joshua Bassett caught locking lips once again, this seems to be pretty solid if you ask us.
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fan34: omg they are fr!! I thought it was all a PR thing
↳fan12: it still could be, it's very likely
↳joshuafan: yeah definitely smells like PR
↳love4y/n: what if we're just too quick to judge
abfan: deep down I feel like she's still hung up on Austin
↳fan-ab: who wouldn't be😩😩
↳fan48: ugh back with this
hater3: she's just trying to prove that she can hold a man for longer than a few days
↳hater28: well seems like she's really trying
fan.love38: they look so cute 🥰 . I'm in love with them
↳fan111: same here.
↳fan.of.joshua: I'm obsessed with them
y/n4real.2002
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y/n4real.2002: Best-friend out now on all platforms. 📸: roxanne.02_b1tch
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tchalamet: proud of you sis!!!
↳y/n4real.2002: tchalamet thanks big brother. Love you 💜💜
↳fan283: ahh they are the cutest ever
↳tc-fan: he's always such a supporter
roxanne.02_b1tch: you're welcome for the photo
↳y/n4real.2002: roxanne.02_b1tch hahaha thanks girl, love you tons💜💜
↳fan281: I love their friendship
↳fans2: omg yes they are so iconic
taylorswift: a true mastermind
↳y/n4real.2002: taylorswift you know it 😉
↳tsfan: ma'am what does this little interaction mean? 🧐
↳taylor13-fan: we're clowning 🤡
austinbutler: definitely worth the wait
↳y/n4real.2002: austinbutler it's in my job description 😉
↳an.fan1: 👀 wait what??
↳austin-fan: I'm losing my mind over this
↳kaiafan23: 😡 hands off, he's taken
jackantonoff: one step
finneas: the first step
↳y/n4real.2002: finneas jackantonoff 👀👀
tchalamet
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tchalamet: my sister is amazing and she does it all. Go listen to her new song Best-Friend. #throwback to quarantine in Toronto, def do not miss that small apartment 😭
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y/n4real.2002: my heart could explode rn and hey I loved that apartment 😡
↳tchalamet: y/n4real.2002 Ik u did, weirdo
↳y/n4real.2002: tchalamet I'm not a weirdo 🥺
↳fan28: protect Y/n at all costs
↳fan4949: guys they are so cute
ab-fan13: Austin liked this you guys
↳austin_fan: omg he's literally confirming they're more than friends
↳fan-ep.ab: holly cow I can't believe this
fan1: they are so cute
tcfan25: Timmy always here with the big brother moves
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y/n4real.2002: a big thank you to teutamatoshi for custom making this dress, you'll know what I've been up to pretty soon 😉 #orange
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austinbutler: looking fabulous in orange
↳y/n4real.2002: 🫣
↳aus.b.fan: what's that supposed to mean y/n4real.2002 ?!?!!?
↳fan4austin: they are messing with us
↳kaia.fan: this is so disappointing to see
teutamatoshi: 🧡🧡
↳y/n4real.2002: grateful ☺️
fan1: she looks so good
fan192: I'm not gonna lie, I'm only looking at your titties rn
↳austin-b-fan: I think I know someone who might be doing the same
↳fan.4.austin: if you know, you know 🧐
tchalamet: that's my sister everyone 👏👏
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billboardcharts this weeks chart has some new entries form y/n4real.2002 debuting her first single, Best-Friend at number 3 and joshuabassett debuting with his song, Heaven is you, at number 9. This is the first time either of them enter the top 10. Congrats to them!!
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fan1: omg so proud of her 😭
fan19: her hard work is paying off
ts-fan: Taylor raised her baby well
joshua-fan: them being in the chart for the first time and together!!!!
↳fanofjoshua: I guess the PR stunt worked 🧐
↳fan193: I don't think they are PR
13fans.taylor: holly!!! She's walking on holly ground
↳taylor.s.fan: as her mom, Taylor, said - she'll know the way and then she'll say she got the map from me
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y/n4real.2002 my next single Dandelions will be out on April 1st (no, it's not a joke 😔) thank you everyone for the amazing support and for listening to my gibberish, all I've ever wanted was to be heard by people I relate to, so thank you #dandelions #savethedate
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jackantonoff: so excited for this ☝️
↳y/n4real.2002: hehe ☺️
austinbutler: 🌺
↳y/n4real.2002: austinbutler glad to see you discovered emojis old man 😔
↳ab.fan292: this has no business being this funny
↳fankaia12: if by funny you mean pathetic and disgusting, then yeah, it's funny
fan1: I'm so excited to hear this new song agahahsk
↳y/n4real.2002: fan1 happy to hear
↳fan1: y/n4real.2002 I love you so much
joshualover: why has Joshua been missing her posts?👀
↳fan4joshua2: cause she's messing around
↳fan292: stop it, you have no right to comment on this
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Olivia Rodrigo x y/n
(Female reader)
Summary: Y/n just wants to have some alone time with her girlfriend but when they both work on HSMTMTS and Olivia has her busy life, there’s not a lot of time.
SMUT!!! FLUFF!!! HAND KINK!!!
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“Hey! How are you, Y/n? I feel like we haven’t done any scenes together in a long while.” Dara was right. In HSMTMTS Kourtney and Ellie (your character) don’t really interact that often, and if they do it’s normally a shorter scene. You really did wish they could have more scenes together, although it’s just not in your control.
As much as I really wanted to talk to Dara I also knew that Olivia was currently not busy for the first time in forever. It’s been a week since I have been able to really talk to my girlfriend about anything, so I needed to be there, with her, now.
“I’m good! I’m sorry I got to go, maybe I’ll throw a little cast get together this weekend and we can talk then! I’m so sorry!” I say in a rather rush while starring down the door.
“No no I get it, Olivia’s not filming right now. Go and get her! Of course I’ll come to a cast thing this weekend! I’m free and I’ll bring snacks!” She was smiling so I knew she couldn’t be too mad.
I said thanks and ran away. Olivia was okay with Josh but obviously they’re on awkward terms at the moment. Josh is my best friend but he dosent know about Olivia and I yet. As much as she tells me it’s okay if tell him and as much as I want to tell him, I know that he needs more time. He can’t handle it right now and I think that’s understandable. Maybe I’ll tell him this weekend if I do throw a thing. Actually, the biggest issue right now is maybe I’m not ready for it. Dara and Olivia are the only ones who know I’m bisexual. I’ve been to scared to tell anyone else which is ridiculous because most of this cast isint straight anyway but still. I’m taking my time. I’m terrified.
“Olivia! Liv!” She turns around as she was trying to open her trailer door and smiles.
“Y/n! Hi love!” I ran into her arms, practically knocking her over. I stand up, grab her arm, and we spin in circles.
“Ellie looks super hot today. What’s with the bikini though?” Liv asks me. Immediately my cheeks become warm. I have no idea how someone like Olivia can find me attractive, but I love her and am glad she does. Ellie had a swimming scene today which was interesting to film. Honestly a bit embarrassing.
“Y/n? You ok?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Y/n/n.”
“The bikini was just a for a dumb swimming scene with Ellie. I know I look terrible I just haven’t had time to change yet.” Olivias eyes went wide after I said that. I’m not sure why though, I was just telling her what had happened.
“Y/n, don’t be so rude to yourself. I was just going to say that you’re hot.” Olivia takes your hand and pulls you into her trailer. After she shuts and locks the door she looks you up and down. Olivia has never been someone to have a hand kink until she met you. HSMTMTS costume department loves to dress me in jewelry. I mean it does match Ellie’s vibe. One time Olivia saw me with a bunch of rings on and she adored it. She talked about all of them for an hour.
Olivia pulled you in for a hot kiss. You could taste the cherry chapstick on her lips from earlier. She bite at your lower lip so you opened for her tongue. She was obviously loving the moment but you were loving it even more. You always find Olivia crazy attractive, so this was only amazing.
She pulled away from the kiss and said,“Remember we can stop whenever you’d like.”
“I want to keep going.” The only I am positive about right now.
She took two of my fingers and placed them in her mouth. She sucked until she was out of breath. I could feel her tongue making out with my fingers. Instantly I felt a pounding down there. All while doing this, she was starring right into my eyes. I never thought I would be alive this year, let alone fucking my hot girlfriend.
You pulled her shirt off her body. She immediately returned the favor as I played with her bra. You run your fingers over her nipples. She let out a soft moan on my fingers. Their girl is going to be the death of me.
She then took my fingers out of her mouth and looked at me like a little puppy.
“You’re so pretty and hot Liv.”
“So are you.”
She slowly licked the bottom of my neck to the top of my neck. Then bite my chin. She then pushed me onto her couch and straddled me.
I was a virgin when we started dating. This is now our fourth time. I know what she likes and she knows what I like. The best part is that we both like almsot everything.
Olivia started grinding against my hips. She started moaning like crazy. She was still in her underwear so she stood up and I pulled them off her. She then got back on top of my stomach and started grinding again. You could feel her wetness dripping through to you.
“Choke me.” Your pretty little devil.
I never knew someone could love hands so much though. So I placed my hand around Livs throat and choked her a little. She let out a loud moan and I moaned back. Her wet pussy was still riding me. I flipped us so she was laying down.
I fingered her with all my strength while still applying pressure to her throat. She eventually reached her climax. Her moans made my soaked.
The thing I love most is her tits. I started sucking on them. She flipped me back over and licked my pussy until I reached my orgasm.
Once we both had calmed down, she went and grabbed a blanket. Her trailer was always cold and neither of us felt like putting our clothes back on yet. We snuggled with the blanket over us.
“Liv.”
“Yes?”
“I think I’m going to tell him.” She sat up at looked at me.
“Josh? Actually?”
“Yea.”
“I’m so proud of you baby.” She then pecked my lips. “He broke my heart but he’s still your best friend and it’s only healthy that you tell him.”
“I know.”
“I love you baby.”
“I love you too.”
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Today was the day that I tell Josh. I start walking towards his trailer when I come to a pause. This is terrifying. Am I ready? Is this the end of our friendship? Will he b- No. You got this Y/n.
I reach his trailer and knock on his door. I hear him unlock the knob and then I see his face.
“Hey Y/n/n! You haven’t been to my trailer in a while, what’s going on?” He looked genuinely concerned which only hurt more.
“Can we sit down? I have something I really need to get off of my chest.” He nods his head, closes the door, and sits down next to me on his small couch.
“What’s up?”
“Josh I’m dating someone.” I searched his eyes for a response.
“Why were you afraid to tell me that? That’s amazing!” He then looked more confused than before I said anything.
“Josh, I don’t know why I haven’t shared this with you but… I’m bisexual.” I immediately looked away from him, not wanting to see his disappointed look.
“Y/N! THATS AMAZING! You know I’m queer, why would I be sad or mad about that?” He looked worried, like someone might of said something bad about it.
“I do know that I guess you’re just going to be furious as to who I’m dating.”
“Y/n, I know you’re dating Olivia.”
“Wait what? How did you know that. I only told Dara and I didn’t think she was someone to tell secrets like that.”
“She’s not. Y/n/n you’re my best friend. Why else would you be in Livs trailer everyday? Why else would you make that slightly sad look every time the script mentions a Ricky and Nini scene? Know the real question is, why didn’t you tell me?”
“I thought you would be mad.”
“Why would you being happy make me mad?”
“Never leave me becuase of her. Promise?”
“Promise.”
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if someone would want to write nick nelson against my charlie spring, i'd love you forever! bonus points if you use kit (and if you do let me know and i can get my friend to make gifs of kit in the new season)
#indie smut rp#indie rp#indie gay rp#i could use joshua bassett as charlie's fc or troye sivan whichever u prefer#heartstopper#heartstopper rp
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Masterlist
Marvel and Actors
Peter Parker
Matter Murdock
Harry Potter • Golden Trio
Draco Malfoy
Harry Potter
George Weasley
To come
Fred Weasley
To come
Party Series
Marauders
Regulus Black
Coming Soon
James Potter
Coming soon
Wolfstar
Finnick Odair
Finnick Odair
Random
Lip Gallagher
Words of Affirmation
Events
Hogwarts Party
Taylor’s Version
#matt murdock x oc#matt murdock x reader#daredevil x oc#the punisher x oc#frank castle x oc#finnick odair x reader#peter parker x stark!reader#peter parker smut#peter parker x reader#bucky barnes x reader#joshua bassett#harry potter x reader
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ABOUT MARIE
my name's marie , i'm 19 years old, i'm bisexual and i was born on february 13th
my favorite artists are taylor swift, ariana grande, olivia rodrigo, lexi jayde, sabrina carpenter, gracie abrams, paramore, harry styles, selena gomez, justin bieber, madison beer, joshua bassett and more probably
my favorite youtubers are nick, matt and chris sturniolo, sam golbach and colby brock, johnnie guilbert, tara yummy, jake webber, larri, nailea devora and kennedy walsh.
my favorite actresses are millie bobby brown and megan fox
my favorite thing to do when i'm bored is probably singing hysterically taylor's most gut wrenching songs (i'm insane)
what i do write: angst<333, fluff, maybe headcannons and blurbs and smut (MAYBE)
some fun facts about me:
- i sometimes happen to eat plain ketchup with a spoon
- i sleep with stuffed animals
- i like to have deep conversations with my closest friends
- i've been a swiftie since the og speak now era
- liz gillies in victorious and megan fox in jennifer's body turned me gay🏳️🌈
i love cooking/baking or at least trying to. it's actually super fun
i'm always down to make friends tbh so just text me for that or even just to talk i don't mind at all i love listening to people
I👏AM👏A👏YAPPER. i will never stop talking once i started, it's kinda funny
my favorite people on here are my sweet babies @mattsneezing , @slut4mattsturn and @worldlxvlys
face reveal:
and i guess that's it BYE I LOVE YOU🫶🏻🫶🏻
#marie speaks#millie bobby brown#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo#chris sturniolo#olivia rodrigo#taylor swift#megan fox#sam golbach#colby brock#sam and colby#johnnie guilbert#tara yummy#jake webber#larray#nailea devora#kennedy walsh#ariana grande#sturniolo triplets#idk how to tag this#introduction#minors do not interact#sabrina carpenter#gracie abrams#joshua bassett#harry styles#selena gomez#justin bieber#that's too many hashtags#i need to stop
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Hey! If you don't care and you're not even busy could you make a part two for that? Thanks! 🙂
i’m so sorry this request took me literally months to fill <3 i’ve written a lot of dom!y/n stuff lately, so i was trying to make this different than the others. either way, i hope you enjoy it--?
His jaw fell open in awe as you wrapped your arms tightly around his middle.
“You did awesome for me, baby,” he said honestly. “But could you play the dominant role for me next time?”
You burst out laughing. “I’m not the actor, you are.”
“Doesn’t mean I like being mean to my baby. Please, baby? I’ve been so good.”
“Fine.” you succumbed to his puppy eyes. “But I don’t want to hear a single sound out of you. Sound good?”
Joshua dragged an imaginary zipper from one corner of his lips to the other. “I promise.”
You eyed him slowly, trying to get into character as he tugged on his cock to ensure that it was fully hard.
A giggle threatened to escape you, but you held it in. It was for Josh’s sake, you told yourself.
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Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead as his eyes squeezed shut, begging for relief. His teeth dug firmly into his bottom lip, a moan escaping from deep within him.
He was getting the friction he craved, and them some. You were being mean, like he’d asked, but it was beginning to frighten him.
“Y/N,” his voice quivered, “are you done yet?”
“My precious angel,” you cooed through gritted teeth in a sickly sweet voice. “Are you ready to be done?”
He shook his head defensively, shaking the hurt from his features.
“It’s alright if you are,” you growled, sliding your bare hand on and off of his dick, which was harder than you’d ever seen it, veins outlined prominently. “I can stop whenever. It’s no problem, really.”
Precum was leaking from his rosy pink tip, lubricating your hand. Thick, strained moans escaped his lips as the friction became too much to handle.
“You like that?” you jeered with a harsh smirk.
“Y-yeah. You always make me feel so good,” he responded quickly, desperate for anything to pry his mind from the pain. “The feeling in my tummy is so… yummy.”
“Yummy in your tummy?” you cooed, putting a harsh edge on your words.
He swallowed thickly, closing his eyes to shut out the light. He could feel his temples pounding. It hurt so bad, yet that was what he’d begged for.
“Cum?” he asked simply.
“Cum?” you sneered. “What about it?”
“Wanna cum,” he answered tamely. “You made me feel so good, I need to cum.”
You watched in awe as the smooth liquid cascaded from his softening tip. It flooded the sheets and his thighs as his chest heaved, head back in euphoria.
“Did I do good?” you asked hesitantly and he nodded his head exhaustedly.
“Yes, baby,” he said shakily. “I didn’t expect you to… take my breath away.”
“Yeah?” you beamed, cheeks blushing with pride. “We’ve gotta be quiet. Remember?”
Joshua glanced at the staircase looming mere feet away, and back to you, eyes wide as saucers.
He zipped his lips again.
@taylorsreputationsversion
#Joshua Bassett#Joshua Bassett smut#dom!reader#🫧 anon#anon concepts#Joshua Bassett concept#flutterfly alley#yellow 💛 heart
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congrats on 2k! if you can, i'd love a wanda maximoff x romanoff!reader! based on the prompt "all that we are is all that we'll ever be because he's the one waiting at home." - smoke slow, joshua bassett
maybe reader and wanda had a secret relationship going on, but wanda is dating natasha right now. just super angsty, maybe with a happy ending or not, it's up to you!
thank you! and congrats again!
smoke slow [wanda maximoff]
summary: a college au; you and wanda started breaking away from the crowd and it started innocently, until it wasn't. the biggest problem, she's dating your older sister.
warnings: a few curse words, mentions of smut, angst, smoking, mentions of death, mentions of addictions
pairings: wanda maximoff x fem!reader, natasha romanoff x sister!reader, yelena belova x sister!reader
*not my gif*
The night was alive. The air was so thick and smokey. The music thrummed straight through the bodies surrounding you and into your eardrums. It mixed with a variety of conversations, half of them were high-induced philosophies and theories, while the other half were drunken confessions. Sweat flicked through the air with the start of every dance move. Tony Stark’s parties, always a rager, no matter what the occasion.
You shimmied off the dance floor, avoiding the hormone monsters that are college students grinding on one another. You were desperate for some sort of fresh air, away from the stuffiness of the dance floor. The kitchen was somewhat empty, more sober people maintaining intelligent conversations. Grabbing a red solo cup, you filled your cup with beer, as you people watched. Thor was trying his hardest to be Valkyrie in beer pong, but by the looks of the cups, he was failing. Steve, Bucky, and Sam had their arms wrapped around one on another as they sang along to some tune. But your eyes were torn from the scene when shouts of her name rang throughout your ear.
“Wanda!!” Clint yelled the loudest.
Her emerald eyes found yours, like it was the most natural thing in the world, her lips quirked upwards slightly. As quick as it appeared, it faded away, like reality finally caught up to her. You let out a deep breath as you maintained eye contact, trying to slow your racing heartbeat, “Y/N! Dude!” Scott yelled and you looked down at your cup to see it spilling over the edge like Niagra Falls.
“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath, turning off the tap, and wiping off your beer soaked hands. Your eyes filtered back up to Wanda, as the redheaded Russian appeared behind her, intertwining their fingers together. You reach for the paper towel roll, ripping off a few pieces to clean up the mess you made.
“Wow sestra, the party started an hour ago and you’re already making a mess,” Natasha’s voice made you freeze in your spot. You turn to face your older sister wearing her infamous shit-eating smirk.
Your eyes drifted down to their intertwined hands as you gave them your best smile, “Ouch Nat, no, how’s my favorite sister doing? Or I’m so happy to see you!” You tease and she playfully rolls her eyes.
“Yelena would kick my ass if she heard me say that you’re my favorite sister,” Nat said, her eyes scanning the crowd. “Where is she anyway?”
You shrug, “Last time I checked she was about to play a game with Kate. Something about shooting arrows at beer bottles that rested on top of Peter’s head,” Natasha’s eyes widen at your nonchalant tone. Her eyes once more scanning the crowd for your younger sister. “Anyway, back to the whole favorite thing. She can’t kick your ass if it’s the truth. I mean I’m your favorite sister, right?” Your sister rolls her eyes, as she starts weaving her way through the crowd in search of Yelena, “Wait! Nat! I’m your favorite, right?!” you yell over the loud music and the indistinct chatter.
Wanda chuckles, “Are they really shooting beer bottles off of Peter’s head?” She asks with a knowing look in her eyes.
Your eyes shined back with mischief, shaking your head, “Nope! Kate and Yelena suggested the idea, but Peter quickly shot it down, despite them trying to blackmail him.” The two of you share a giggle at the thought of the best friends.
“They’re gonna kill that poor boy one day,” she says and you nod your head in agreement. The two of you stand there in a comfortable silence, people watching.
Wanda’s hand drifts closer to yours, desperate for some sort of contact with you. Before she intertwines your fingers together, you pull away quickly, “Shit. I promised Steve I would bring him this beer. He’s probably looking for where I am, I’ll catch you later,” you smile at her before taking the red solo cup and whisking yourself away. You left so fast, you didn’t get a chance to see Wanda’s disappointed look on her face.
The stuffy room suddenly felt suffocating, slipping out to the backyard, it was a lot less crowded. You slipped your shoes off, rolling up the cuffs of your jeans, as you dipped your legs into the pool. The cool summer night breeze brushed through your hair, drying the sweat that lingered from the dance floor. You grabbed your pack of cigarettes from your back pocket, flickering your lighter to slowly kill yourself by inhaling the small cancerous stick.
Your mind drifted back to the brunette inside, you could marry her. You really wanted to fucking marry her. You had never felt this way about anyone before. Even though you shouldn’t, you know damn well that you shouldn’t. But that night over winter break changed everything for you.
The winter breeze shook through your body, as your legs dipped into the freezing water. You hugged your jacket tighter against your body, pulling out the pack of cigarettes from your jacket pocket. You felt someone’s presence next to you, as they sat down, dipping their own feet into the pool. You slowly inhaled from the nicotine lit stick, as you turned your head to face the unknown presence. Wanda had a sheepish smile on her face, her brunette hair tucked back behind her ears, “Can I have a light?” she asks.
You chuckle softly, flicking the ash onto the concrete next to you, “Wanda Maximoff, having a smoke? Since when?”
“Since right now. I want to try one,” she said, sitting up straight, her voice sounding confident, like she knew what she was doing.
“No, I��m not gonna give you one,” you laugh at her shocked face.
“But why not? You do it all the time!” she questioned with her eyebrows furrowed and matching pout on her face.
God she looked so adorable, but you quickly shook that intrusive thought off, “Exactly I do it all the time, which doesn’t make it a good thing. These little guys are terrible for you, especially when you get addicted. They slowly kill you from the inside out. I mean I have one every day and you know what? It’ll probably kill me one day. At the time, I didn’t have anyone care enough about me to tell me to stop. So no you absolutely can not have one because if I give you one my sister would probably kill me before the smoking does."
She looks at you with her eyes widened and a small smile, "Are you sure this is about Nat kicking your ass or do you not want to give me one because you care about me?" She teased in a sing songy voice as a light pink coats your cheeks.
“Definitely more about my sister kicking my ass. Speaking of my sister, I’m honestly surprised you came to this party. My sister is off on a work trip in Boston and you’re usually attached at the hip.”
She rolls her eyes, “Well, someone was a little convincing today with the whole ‘Wanda please! We haven’t hung out together since you started dating my sister!’ begging act that you pulled today.”
“Excuse me! I was not begging!” you bring your voice down to a whisper, leaning towards her ear, “Trust me Maximoff, when I’m begging there'll be much less clothes on,” you wink at her, causing her eyes to widen and a soft blush to dust over her cheeks. She slaps your shoulder, throwing her face in her hands before letting out a groan, “C’mon, pretty girl, let’s get you a drink!”
You get thrown back into reality, when Thor drunkenly jumps into the pool and the cool water sprays across your face, “Sorry Y/N! Thor lost at beer pong and this was the punishment!” Valkyrie explained and you gave her a tight lipped smile before getting up and going back inside.
You were just going to sit by the window sill away from the rest of the party, but your eyes found Natasha and Wanda’s figures on the dance floor. The two of them moved sensually to the beat and you couldn’t help, but feel the ache in your heart. You couldn’t seem to tear your eyes away until those god damn green eyes found yours and you quickly looked away, sneaking off towards the balcony. No one else really knew about it. But you knew it, all too well.
Wanda’s breath was close to your ear, as she tried to get you to hear her over the pounding music, “Do you want to break away from all of this? I think I need a little breather.”
You nod, “C’mon, I know the perfect place,” you extend her hand out to her and she intertwines your fingers together, not wanting to get separated in the crowd.
Leading her through the house and to the balcony on the top floor, you opened the door for her. The rest of the party seemed to have faded away from your secluded spot. The only real noise was the muffled music coming from downstairs, but even that seemed like it was miles away. The drinks were taking effect, not too bad enough to have you spinning, but a nice little buzz in your head.
The two of you take a seat on the little patio chairs, looking up at the bright city skyline. People like to think of the New York City skyline as one of the most beautiful views in the world, but as Wanda sits next to you with the bright city lights illuminating her face, it definitely tops the city. Once more, you fetch out your pack of cigarettes, lighting another one as it rested in between your fingers.
“You said that when you first started smoking it felt like you had no one who cared about you, why is that?” the brunette asks, staring at you intently as you exhale a puff of smoke.
You shrug, flicking the ash onto the ground, “I started back when we were seniors in high school, after my mom died and my dad left. Nat turned 18 not too long before my mom died and she was forced into the role of being an actual adult because when you turn 18, you’re not really an adult even though you’re labeled as one. Some 18 year olds just finished high school, and are still living with their parents, but Nat had to take care of two younger sisters. She had to put her life on hold for me and Lena. Instead of helping her and supporting her, when our mom died I kind of blew off all responsibilities. I turned rebellious, stopped playing volleyball, hung out with the wrong crowd. Nat always had the disappointed mom look and she was always angry at me, which made Yelena angry with me all the time. So, when I started smoking our relationship was so bad, that it felt like neither of them would have cared.”
“I didn’t know that,” she whispered. It was eye opening to her, you were her best friend. Of course, she knew that your mom died and that your dad left as soon as she died. But it seemed like a new side of you was shining through.
“Not a lot of people do. It’s one of the things I regret the most, you know? I was so selfish back then. I mean even Yelena acted like more of an adult than I did. Now every time I light one of these guys, it’s a constant reminder of what I did…or well I guess what I didn’t do. My punishment for how I acted back then,” you chuckle lightly, “I’ve never said that before, so I better not regret telling you Maximoff.” A lighthearted tone in your voice, as you try to hide the self depreciation in it.
Her head tilts to the side and her eyes are lit up, like you just showed her the most amazing thing in the world, “You won’t.”
A shiver ripples through her body and you quickly shrug off your jacket, placing them over her body. Your scent of smoke and subtle hints of vanilla invaded her senses, quickly becoming addicted to it. “Why didn’t you bring a jacket, Wands? My sister’s not here, so who are you trying to impress,” you quip and she smiles, shaking her head.
“No one,” she mutters, but she desperately wishes she could say, ‘you’.
“What’s got you so angry?” Yelena asks, plopping down next to you with her own red solo cup in her hand. The soft memory fading away from your mind as you shrug. The itch to reach for another cig was becoming too strong.
“Nothing. How’d you even know I was up here?”
“I saw you pouting like Peter Parker when Kate and I make fun of him, so I followed you up here,” she shrugs, “So do you want to talk about it?”
“Not really," you say pulling at the loose thread from the rips in your jeans.
She scoffs, “Let me rephrase that question, do you not want to talk to me about it because it’s about Wanda?”
“Yelena don’t-“
“No Y/N. Look, whatever you and Wanda had going on, it needs to stop,” your younger sister scolds.
You stand up abruptly, rubbing your face with your hands, “Don’t you think I know that? You’ve already lectured me once and I’ve kept my distance from her since then. I am trying my best! Now please, just leave me here to sulk, I’ll be fine just like I always am.”
She throws the pack of cigarettes that you didn’t even know fell out of your pocket. Some of them rolling onto the ground, “You told me you quit these too! You don’t think I could smell the smoke off of you right now? I may be your little sister, but I am not stupid. So if you were lying about these, how do I know you’re really lying about stopping things with Wanda?”
She opens the balcony door about to walk in, but she stops just as she enters the frame, “You’re supposed to be the older sister, right?” She looks at you intently like she’s waiting for an answer and you just nod. “So fucking act like it.”
Yelena slams the door shut. You collapse onto the patio chair, dropping your face into your hands as you let out a shaky breath. Your shaky hands reached for the pack of cigarettes on the floor, neatly placing it in a box, but keeping one of them out, lighting it as it rests in between your lips.
How did everything get so fucked up?
“I’m not this type of girl,” Wanda whispers in the middle of the night. You and your sisters had your closest friends over for a small party. Everyone else seemed to have passed out from Yelena’s drinking games. But both you and Wanda were fighting dreamland and instead giving into your fantasies.
The spring breeze rippled through the two of you as you stood out on your apartment balcony. “What do you mean?”
She shrugs, leaning in a bit closer, “I don’t sneak around in the middle of the night and secretly hope that my girlfriend's sister is awake. I don’t hug someone for longer than what is deemed friendly in a stranger’s eyes. I don’t immediately look at someone who’s not my girlfriend after anyone tells a joke just to see their smile,” she says, as the two of you just continue to get lost into each other’s eyes.
You start shrinking under her gaze, reaching for the pack of cigarettes in your hoodie pocket. You were about to light it when Wanda grabbed the lighter and the rest of the pack that you held in your hand. Your eyebrows furrowed as you stared into her beautiful green eyes, “You once told me a month ago that you felt like you had no one who cared enough to tell you to stop smoking when you first started. So, I’m telling you right now that I care about you and I don’t want you to kill yourself with these stupid sticks.”
A shy smile curled onto your face, as you let her throw your pack into the trash can. “I’m not that kind of girl either, but as I’m staring into those goddamn eyes of yours all I can think about is how much I want to kiss you.” You quip back, ignoring the guilt induced thoughts that are trying to betray what your heart is screaming at.
She snorted at your response, a mischievous smile on her face. The pad of Wanda’s thumb gently traces over your lips and your body freezes. Her hands hesitantly move from your lips to your cheeks, as she stares into your eyes begging for approval. Without thinking, you leaned in and kissed her lips, and the brunette immediately returned the kiss gently.
You place your hands on her chest, pressing harder against her lips. She smiles to herself as she places her hand on your waist. Your kisses become more passionate as your tongue battles for dominance. Her hands on your hips pulled you closer and your cold hands quickly slid under your shirt.
As she ran out of breath, she decided to slide down to her neck, leaving sloppy kisses. You let out a small moan in pleasure, “Wanda?” She hums in response, slightly nipping your neck, “Do you want to take this to my room?”
“Please,” she mumbled against your neck.
When it was over, the two of you lay next to each other. The pants of your breathing filled your bedroom. Your bare chests moving in perfect rhythm to your shared heartbeat. The beautiful brunette shifts her body towards you, looking at you with droopy eyes and tired smile.
“Hi,” Wanda whispered shyly.
“Hi,” you said, charmed.
She grabs your fingers and plays with them, weaving her own fingers between them, bringing your hand up to your lips, pressing a soft kiss against it. Your hands trace figures along your hip. Her gentle hand brushes away a stray piece of hair that fell across your face, as she tucked it into place.
“I have always wanted you,” she whispers, “It’s always been you.”
What should’ve been the last time turned into a past time. Two best friends breaking away from a party started innocently. Gossiping in the bathrooms quickly turned into heated makeout sessions. A breather on the balcony away from your drunken peers turned into deep conversations with her head tucked into the crook of your neck as you hold onto each other.
That one tiny spark that the two of you wouldn’t put out was slowly coming to the end of the cigarette. The cigarette stick was nothing, but a nub as it was about to disintegrate into thin air.
At first it was fun, making a million excuses just to have a simple moment alone. Until, the need for something more came to be and the realization of what the two of you had done seeped into your bloodstream like some sort of drug. A drug that you couldn’t kick. You had stopped smoking for her, but she was this new drug that you were terribly addicted to.
Wanda’s head rested on the top of your chest, as your arms wrapped securely around her. From the curtains of your window, you could see the sun start to slowly rise, and the soft snores from her mouth filled the room.
You kiss the top of her head gently, “Wands,” you whispered in her ear, scratching her back. A soft hum escaped her lips as she stirred in your arms, “The sun’s coming up, you should sneak out before Yelena wakes up.”
“Just a few more minutes,” she whispers, nuzzling deeper into your neck.
“We don’t have a few more minutes, darling,” you respond with a soft smile on your face. She lets out a soft groan before lifting herself off of you. Wanda sat up, pulling your oversized t-shirt over her, and a pair of shorts. Her hair was slightly disheveled and her tired eyes were one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen. “You’re a work of art, Wanda Maximoff.”
She snorted, “That was lame,” she mumbled, leaning down to kiss you. Her lips slightly chapped, but you didn’t care, you just loved the feeling of her lips on yours. “I’ll see you at the party tomorrow night, where we are going to go through with our plan and tell Natasha together, right?”
Even though her eyes were still droopy, she looked at you intently, “Right,” you mumbled against her lips, pressing another kiss to them.
“Y/N, I need you to promise me this time. Every time we’ve made a plan to tell her the truth, you’ve backed out. We can’t keep lying to her like this. I want to be with you the right way. So, please…for me?” she whispered to you.
You let out a sigh, pressing a kiss to her forehead, before touching them together, “I promise.”
“I love you,” she whispered into the thin air.
“I love you. I have loved you, well…definitely longer than I should have. We’ll tell her tonight and we’ll face the consequences together. I promise,” A wide smile crosses her face and how you so desperately wish you could hold onto that smile forever. She wraps her arms around your neck, pulling herself closer to you as she kisses you with so much love, you don’t know how your heart hasn’t exploded. “Now, you should probably get going before Lena wakes up. C’mon pretty girl, I’ll walk you out,” you whisper to her, kissing her quickly.
The two of you reach your apartment door, kissing her once more before asking her to text you when she gets home. You were about to stumble back to bed, desperate for some shut eye, when you bumped into a figure. Your eyes flickered onto your little sister.
“What are you doing up so early?” She questions.
“I needed some water, so I just chugged a glass,” you lied. “Why are you up so early?”
“I promised Kate that I would go on a morning run with her, Peter, and Lucky this morning,” she answered, staring at you intently.
You give her a tight lipped smile, “Well, I uh hope you have fun. I’ll see you when you get-“
“Are you sure you were just grabbing some water? Because from what I saw from here, you were just walking Wanda out of the apartment. She was wearing one of your shirts, which I thought was fishy. But I just thought that maybe she just spent the night. I don’t know why you wouldn’t tell me, but that’s cool. I gave you the benefit of the doubt, I didn't want to jump to conclusions. But all of that benefit of the doubt bullshit I told myself flew out my head when I saw you kiss her goodbye. What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
“Lena, look-“
“How long?” She interrogated you and your eyes drift down to your hands as you fiddled with them. Your little sister looked down to meet your gaze, forcing you to look her in the eyes, “How long, Y/N?”
“For the last three months, but we’re planning to tell her the truth tomorrow night at Stark’s party.”
“I need you to listen to me very carefully, Y/N. Nat has sacrificed everything for us! Everything! She declined her top college on the west coast to stay home and take care of us. She took crappy jobs that she didn’t want just to make ends meet when she was just 18 years old! She wasn’t like you. She didn’t throw away her volleyball scholarships. She gave them up. She sacrificed and lost everything! For me,” she took a dangerous step closer to you, pushing her finger into your chest. “And you! Natasha wanted us to have the best life that mom had always promised us, even if that meant putting her life on hold. And this is how you’re going to repay her for that? You're going to repay her by sneaking around with her girlfriend?!”
“That is not fair, Lena!” you scold her.
She scoffs, “Not fair? Do you know what’s not fair, Y/N? The money she saved in her savings account all throughout high school quickly drained, because she had to bail you out of jail more than once. You were lucky that Steve’s dad was the sheriff so it never touched a sliver of your record, but Nat still had to pay the fines. It’s not fair that when I was a sophomore in high school, I couldn’t go to any football games or dances because I had to grow up and cover all of your shifts while you were off getting shit faced somewhere else!”
“My mom died-“ you were about to argue.
“So did ours, Y/N!” she screamed at you. “Yet, Natasha and I were picking up the pieces and you kept destroying everything in sight. So, I want you to think about this when you and Wanda tell Natasha all about your relationship tomorrow night, she has given everything she loves up for you and me. Wanda is just going to be one more thing she loses because of you.”
The two of you stayed there in a tense silence, just staring at one another with tear filled eyes. Until the front door swung open. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as your older sister wheeled in her suitcase from her latest business trip.
A low whistle left her lips as she saw the standoff between the two of you, “Is everything okay?”
Yelena was first to break her gaze, forcing a smile on her face, something she has gotten far too good at. “Yeah, welcome home, sestra. I’m about to head out to go on a morning run with Kate and Peter, I'll see you guys later.”
“What was that about?” Nat asked as your younger sister left.
You shrug, “No idea,” you clear your throat, subtly wiping away at your eyes while she starts brewing some coffee. “How was the trip?”
The balcony door creaked open as you lit another cigarette. “Detka? What are you doing?” Wanda’s voice filled the thick air, grabbing the cigarette from your lips and throwing it out. “You haven’t smoked for the last three months, when’d you even get a pack? What happened?”
Your eyes were bloodshot from holding back the tears that you were so desperately trying to keep in. You know what has to happen.
The drug that is Wanda Maximoff gave you such a high. You were so addicted to the illusions of the love between you and her. A love that never was and never will be. The worst part about any addiction is that it’s so intimate. You become so close with your addictions that leaving them behind is like killing a part of you that taught you how to survive. And all that’s left of you is pain and misery.
“Y/N, why have you been avoiding me?” Wanda questions, her voice shaking just a little bit.
You shrug, “You seem a little preoccupied. I didn’t want to intrude,” you look out at the skyline, desperately avoiding her gaze.
“Oh okay. So this has nothing to do with what we’re going to tell Nat tonight?”
You shook your head, “There’s nothing to tell. There’s nothing going on between us, Wanda. There can’t be anything going on,” you look at her, the tears that you were trying to hold back were falling like droplets of rain against your car window. “You’re my best friend and you’re my sister’s girlfriend. That’s all.”
“You’re not just my best friend, Y/N, and you know it. You can’t pretend like we never happened because it did, it happened. And I don’t regret it, not one bit. I am in love with you, Y/N, and I know what we did wasn’t right, but I can’t help but love you,” she explains to you, trying to wrap her arms around you, but you shake your head once more as you step away from her.
“This can’t happen. We need to pretend like none of this happened-“ you begged her. You didn’t want to make this harder than it needed to be.
“We have been sneaking around for months! Even if she doesn’t know it, we have already hurt her! If we tell her together, we are doing right by Natasha. She’s going to be heartbroken and angry, but she’s going to realize one day that this was the right thing to do. She deserves better than someone who’s in love with her sister.”
There was a silence that followed, as you just continued to stare at her speechless, “I can’t-“ your voice breaks, as you look down at your hands.
Wanda’s arms wrapped around your waist and you weren’t fighting it anymore. She placed her forehead against yours, her voice pleading, “I’ll fix it please, I’ll do anything. We don’t have to tell Nat until you’re ready, just please don’t do this.”
“You can’t fix this, Wands. The only person who can fix this is me. You’re right, Nat deserves better, and after all the shit I put her through the last five years, I'm going to give that to her. I’m going to be the sister she should’ve had by her side when our mom died. So that means letting you go,” you whispered, biting your lip to stop the sobs that are trying to escape. “You deserve better than me anyway, Wands. Someone like my sister,”
You kiss her forehead, before pulling away from her embrace, “I’m sorry,” you whisper to her.
You avoided her tear stained cheeks and glossy eyes, as you continued to sit out and stare at the city before you. You destroyed everything in sight, but this time you were going to be the one to pick up all the pieces. Suddenly, her gaze wasn’t on you anymore and the balcony door was being slammed shut.
Your eyes drift to the voices at the front of the house, “Wanda, what happened?” Nat’s voice rings in your ear and you can see them from where you’re sitting.
“Nothing, it was just too crowded and everything was too overwhelming. I think I just need to go home,” she says and you hate how her tears are because of you. Your older sister wrapped her strong arms around the distressed girl, holding her tighter.
Fishing out your pack, you lit the small cigarette, enjoying the way it made your head feel. Wanda’s eyes flickered up towards the balcony, noticing the smoke emitting off of it. You let out a sigh, staring at the girl in front of you. All that the two of you were was all you were ever going to be because she always had someone waiting at home.
“C’mon, let’s go home,” Nat whispered to her, intertwining their fingers together, and leading her to the car.
Nicotine doesn't taste the same as Wanda did, but it’ll have to do.
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summary: pushing and pulling, always wanting more until one doesn't have anything left to give.
pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!oc
word count: 11.7k
warnings: not proofread, profanities, SMUT - MINORS DNI! This is an 18+ fic (unprotected sex, vaginal sex, fingering - f receiving, oral - m & f receiving), angsty af, daniel lowkey being very whiney and pathetic but its okay. i could also be so inaccurate in descriptions of monaco and other locations but pls it just works well with the story.
note: i hope you love this, i had so much fun writing it. and before you ask, yes i will be writing a part two. but don't ask me when bc i have 2 wips left. s/o to @bigdiccricc for helping me when i was stuck, i literally love you forever.
songs i listened to while writing this:
lifeline - joshua bassett // sad songs in a hotel room - joshua bassett // bad omens - 5sos // bleach - 5sos // emotions - 5sos // the way you look tonight - tony bennett //
Daniel wanders the halls and rooms of the house, curtly smiles and nods to people who greeted him and wished him luck just before the season goes into full swing. The air is thick, filled with expectations of 2022 and what he could just pull off. Most of the people expected the most of him, expected him to whip miracles out of a car that simply wasn’t made for him. It made his stomach churn.
The Aussie looks at his phone for the hundredth time tonight, heart deflating at the screen void of her name. Just more meaningless texts about work and more wishful words. Daniel felt pathetic.
The Aussie looks at his phone for the hundredth time tonight, heart deflating at the screen void of her name. Just more meaningless texts about work and more wishful words. Daniel felt pathetic.
He doesn’t stay at the party for much longer, bidding goodbye to his closest friends and promising to see them one more time before he leaves. No one wondered why the life of the party was so glum or seemed to care. Daniel had never left a party so quickly, never welcomed an empty home more in his life. He shuffles into bed, the soft sheets and plush pillows embracing him. That’s when his phone chimes, screen lighting up the dark room. He should’ve been ashamed of how quickly he reached for his cell, swiping up on his screen to read the gray bubbles under her name.
I’m really sorry.
Are you awake?
I need you
There it was. Three words that will always keep Daniel hooked. All Anahí had to do was say she needed him, and Daniel was there. Whatever, whenever, she just says or sends those three words and he would come running. I need you. Three words have never sounded so pretty rolling off her tongue.
Wide awake angel.
Where are you?
Daniel is already rolling out of bed, slipping back the same joggers and sweatshirt he had on. Just as he rolls his socks onto his feet, his phone chimes again.
Home.
I’m brewing tea.
It’ll be ready when you get here
He had to chuckle at himself and acknowledge his predictability. Ana knew him all too well.
Just fucking pathetic.
Anahí only lived twenty minutes from his home in Monaco, sometimes ten when he remembers what he does for a living. The drive is quiet, streets empty with exception of one or two cars. Most people were fast asleep, or just about to roll into bed. It’s what Daniel loves most about Monaco. The simplicity, the suburban feel of it. He loved Monaco in all its glory, loved everything it gave him. And that included her.
He parks next to Ana’s gray Mercedes S-Class, feet taking him all the way to her front door. It isn’t the first time he finds himself walking to her door past midnight. Hell, it might be the earliest he’s ever shown up. He taps the door thrice, rocking back and forth from heel to toe as he waits for her to open the door. It’s only a couple of seconds before he hears the locks jiggle and click, and Anahí is yanking the door open. There is defeat in her eyes, the usual brightness in them gone. She doesn’t say anything, just steps aside to allow him to enter. It’s quiet, the air thick with the unknown.
Just as she promised, there are two mugs sitting on the dining table with steam rising from the top. The kitchen is tidy, minus the silver kettle sitting on the stove and the opened box of tea bags on the counter.
“I found this ‘happy tea’ at the grocery store. We can see if it works.” She finally says.
Daniel turns his head, eyes following as she moves around him and to the seat in front of the white mug. He sits in front of her, fingers hooking around the navy blue handle to tug it towards him. Daniel can finally study her, really look and try to understand her at this moment.
The name Anahí is of Spanish origin, meaning beautiful like the flower. Her name never rang more true, even in her dampened state. Her cheeks are rosy, lips a beautiful shade of red, and her lashes long and thick. Long dark hair waterfalls over her shoulder, a mess of effortless waves. Even in the warm kitchen light, unflattering as it is, Anahí looked like an angel. Her thin fingers wrap around the ceramic mug, hugging it between her palms as she brings it close to her lips. She blows softly, before sipping. For the briefest of moments, her eyes fall shut, inhaling deeply. Daniel is mesmerized by the short moment of serenity, the look of content before her eyes open and she sets the cup down on the table.
“Well?”
She looks up at Daniel, a small smile on her lips before she shrugs. “I’m just happy you came.”
He can’t fight the smile forming on the lips, or the small giggle bubbling from his throat. He can’t help the warmth brewing in his chest over such a simple sentence. She smiles back, sweeping her hair over her shoulder. They sit in a much more comfortable silence, just sipping tea and enjoying the presence of the other. Halfway down the cup, Daniel leans back and looks up at his best friend.
“You look nice, did you have a date?”
She shakes her head, “No. Yes… but no. I got stood up. Which is fine, but it isn’t.”
Daniel tilts his head, raising his brow in confusion. “Fine but it isn’t?”
“He eliminated himself.” Ana shrugs, eyes casted towards the dark liquid in her cup. “Now I don’t have to guess if he’s the one or not.”
“But…?”
“But what’s so wrong with me? What is so wrong that I seem to deter men who want more than a one night stand?”
The air gets caught in Daniel’s lungs, throat running dry. He needed to choose his words carefully, craft his response in a way that won’t totally give away his feelings for her. Was there a platonic way of saying that there wasn’t anything wrong with her, that in fact everything about her makes his heart swell? That he’s sitting right here, that he’s been here this entire time pining for her, waiting patiently for her to realize that he’s a man who wants more than a one night stand?
“I guess it’s my mistake for going on Tinder,” Anahí speaks up again, standing from her seat and going to pour the remnants of her tea down the sink.
Daniel chuckles dryly, standing and following her to do the same. “Yeah. Maybe.”
He washes her dishes while she moves around behind him. There is soft clinging and clanging, cabinet doors opening and closing. It’s almost domestic, down right perfect as he stands there in her space while she moves freely. Daniel places the mug on the drying rack, shaking his hands before drying them on the beige hand towel. He turns his body, leaning against the counter as he watches Ana walk around her kitchen.
“Listen,” Daniel’s voice makes her turn in her place, looking up at him inquisitively, “For what it’s worth, it’s not you. It’s the way some men are wired. And I think that the world collectively is afraid of commitment.”
Ana smiles, nodding. “Is it the way you’re wired?”
He chuckles, “I’d like to think not.”
“I don’t know Danny,” Ana teases, dragging out the o in ‘know’. “Thirty-two and no commitment?”
“Woah! Don’t pull out the age card,” Daniel laughs, poking her in the stomach. She giggles, tiny hands grabbing his wrists to stop him from poking her any further.
“Maybe you should be on Tinder,” Ana laughs, jabbing her finger into his chest as he laughs loudly.
“I’m more of a Hinge guy myself actually.” He jolts his hand forward, fingers reaching her skin and poking her stomach once more.
Anahí’s laugh is loud. It’s the kind of laugh that will make your head turn, make you ponder over what kind of a woman would own a laugh like hers. Her smile is wild, ear to ear and tongue peeking between her pearly white teeth. It’s music, Daniel’s favorite song.
Ana catches his wrists in her hands, finally stopping his friendly prodding. “Okay okay, stop! I surrender.”
Daniel nods, straightening his posture. The skin of his wrists tingles beneath her touch, like little jolts of electricity passing between the two. The moment lasted a couple of seconds, but to Daniel it felt much longer. He could stand in that moment forever, under her happy gaze.
“Will you spend the night?” Anahí asks softly, releasing his wrists. “One more sleepover before you become too busy for me.”
“Never too busy for you angel.”
She rolls her eyes, “You know what I mean.”
Daniel contemplates his options. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s spent the night, innocently laying in bed by her. But he knows that it wouldn’t be smart. He knows that if anything, it will fuck him over for the n-th time. The night will turn into him watching her sleep, wishing on the stars that she’d wake up and have an epiphany. Maybe she’d wake up and see him by her side and realize he would never leave. Though, that’s not how life works. She would never magically read his mind, never be able to have that realization on her own. He knows what he has to do, what he needs to say. And in spite of that his fear of fucking up the only good thing in his life keeps his lips sealed. Sleeping in the same bed would only mean he gets his feelings hurt when he has to leave in the morning. It means his heart breaking as he watches her move in her space, perfectly comfortable with his presence and comfortable without it.
Anahí looks up at him with her wide brown eyes, waiting for the answer she already knows. Daniel didn’t have the heart to say no.
So they climb into bed, Anahí on the right and Daniel on the left. He’s stripped down to his boxers, the cotton duvet soft against his skin. Anahí is still sitting up, swiping away on her phone before lying comfortably on her side. Daniel props his head up on his hand, elbow resting on the pillow as he looks down at the girl next to him.
“What are you thinking about?” He whispers, reaching over to push a stray strand of hair off her face.
She hums softly, savoring the delicate feel of his fingertips grazing her skin. There is a look of serenity on her face, the way her eyes shut for the briefest of seconds, and the slight flair in her nostrils as she breathes in.
“Thinking about how lonely I’ve been.” Anahí admits softly, “Thinking about all the failed dates and encounters. Of all the time I’ve wasted… sometimes I think that this life I’m leading is all that’s left. It’s hard to see an ‘up’ from where I’m standing.”
Daniel lowers his head on the pillow, shifting his body around trying to get comfortable. “There’s always an up. This isn’t it for you angel, there’s still so much time left in the world to see the ups.”
“Thank you for coming tonight,” She yawns, moving a little closer to him. “Thank you for always being a constant in my life. I can’t imagine this life without you Daniel.”
He could kiss her. There is no stronger urge than the one he had now. He wants to weave his fingers through her hair and kiss her hard. He wanted his lips to show her how much he cares for her, show her that he will always be a constant even when she no longer needs him. He wants to hold her against him, to feel her warmth against his skin.
He doesn’t kiss her. Instead he rests his hand on hers, squeezing softly.
“Anything for you, Ana.”
It isn’t long before Ana falls into a deep slumber. Her lips are slightly parted hair standing disarray due to her small movements. The room was pitch black, with the exception of the small little nightlight in the corner of the room. The light is warm, making her skin look far more golden than it is. There Daniel lies, admiring her and making all those wishes that will never come true.
The morning goes how it normally does. Daniel wakes before her, rolls out of bed to start up a pot of coffee to start their day. By the time Ana wakes up, Daniel is already walking in with her cup of coffee. She smiles, eyes still closed as she stretches her arms over her head. He holds out the cup for her to take, waiting patiently as she slowly sits up and reaches for it. She says a quiet thank you before sipping her coffee. They sit in comfortable silence until one has to say goodbye. Today it’s Daniel, chucking his early departure to conference calls and training.
He walks out of her apartment feeling unfulfilled. He felt like he had fucked himself over as he drowns in the memory of her asleep by his side and how easy it was being with her. Daniel sits in his blue McLaren 540C, head resting on the steering wheel.
Daniel felt just fucking pathetic.
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It must've been three days since Daniel last heard from Anahí. No texts or calls, absolutely no effort from either party to communicate. With him preparing to leave for Bahrain for pre-season testing and Anahí too busy with work, there hadn’t been much time to talk.
Daniel is set to leave in two days, and knowing how busy his last two days in Monaco are going to be, there wasn’t much thought into sending Ana a ‘wyd’ text. Three letters simply asking if she was available. Daniel sits at his desk trying his best to concentrate on reading the lengthy email on his computer screen. There were updates on the car plus a new agenda for his arrival in Bahrain, very important information he needed to comprehend and yet his mind is stuck on his cellphone and its black screen. If roles were reversed, he would be running. He’d have replied in an instant. It made him feel like shit, when it really shouldn’t.
His phone finally chimes after ten minutes.
Sorry, was driving.
Just got home, but might go out to take a walk. Join me?
Daniel grins, letting her know he’d meet her at hers in twenty minutes. He makes quick work of replying to the remainder of his emails, taking screenshots of his Bahrain schedule, and making sure that most of his work was squared away. He’d probably hear it from his manager, but it wasn’t anything his Aussie charm couldn’t handle.
Anahí is waiting on the front steps of her building, tapping away on her phone and not noticing the curly haired boy jogging up to her. She finally looks up when his footsteps grow louder, greeting him with a smile and open arms for a hug. He scoops her up into his arms, burying his face into her neck for a brief moment before releasing her. She smells of fresh laundry and vanilla. Her hair is tied up high, away from her face and waves falling neatly to her mid-back.
“We can just walk to the park from here, and we can stop by to get a smoothie too.”
“Sounds like a plan angel.” Daniel smiles, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jacket.
The walk from her building to the smoothie shop is only five minutes. And in those five minutes, Anahí rambles on and on about her work, filling him in on the last three days since they last saw each other. She’s always spoken so animatedly, Daniel notes. Her hands move flamboyantly, her voice rising and falling with each story she told. She speaks with such passion, such fire, it was hard for Daniel not to fall even more.
He opens the door for her, like a gentleman does. He orders her mango smoothie and a green one for himself, and pays even with her protesting. And when they walk out of the shop, Daniel’s arm is slung over her shoulder with his hat sitting low.
“Are you excited for the season to start?” She asks.
“Yeah. I’m excited to see how the car has changed, and how I’m gonna kick ass this year.”
Ana giggles softly, “Good to see that spirits are high. I’m excited for you.”
Daniel removes his arm from her shoulder to switch hands holding his drink, trying to shake the cold off. “Gonna come out and see me?”
“Just a call away Danny. Say the word and I’ll be there.”
She leans against his side, steps in sync with his. His heart swells at her words, each one planting seeds of hope in his heart. He smiles widely at her, pressing his cheek against the top of her head briefly. “How ‘bout Bahrain?”
“Bahrain it is.”
Daniel holds the drink in the other hand again, even if it still burns to hold, and slings his arm over her shoulder again. Ana leans into his embrace, sipping on her smoothie like it’s the most natural thing in the world. The quiet moments of the walk are comfortable, just the sound of sneakers hitting the pavement and cars whizzing by filling the space. Daniel savors the calmness of the moments, the feeling of moving with the world instead of hundreds of miles ahead. He commits the moment to memory, the feeling of peace and smell of vanilla all engraved in his brain. Everything felt perfect.
“Okay,” Ana plops onto a bench under a tree, sitting sideways to face the Australian, “One hope for the year that you’d like to see come true.”
The question catches Daniel off guard. “Just one?”
“Just one.”
Daniel looks up at the greenery above him in contemplation. He had many hopes for the year, for the future in general. He had hopes for his career, hopes for the season, and hopes for his life out of the car. There was one nagging in the back of his head, threatening to bubble out of his mouth in gentle confessions.
If he was going to be completely honest, one hope he had for the year was Ana. To be able to give all of himself to her, and for her to find comfort in giving all of herself to him. He wanted to be openly in love with her, to show how much he cares. He hoped for a day where his affections no longer had to be a secret, and that she would be accepting of it.
But he couldn’t say that now. He didn’t want to run the risk of ruining such a perfect moment in their friendship.
“In terms of my career, just being as productive as I can be on the team. I hope for wins and points, and just being the best I can possibly be in the car.”
“But not in terms of your career?”
“Thought you said ‘just one,’ Ana.” Daniel teases, sipping the remainder of his drink.
“Don’t deflect.”
He chuckles, “Kidding. My hope for life outside of work…”
Daniel looks at Ana, smiling at her relaxed state. She looks up at him, wide eyed and patiently waiting for his answer. She looked at him like he held the world in his hands, filled with admiration and eagerness. It nearly tempted him to spill his guts out, lay it all out on the bench in the middle of the park.
“I just hope that whatever I decide to do, however I manage to go about my life, that I’ll be happy by the end of it.”
Ana’s smile is comforting, reassuring him that he said the right thing. “You are such a simple man. I love that about you.”
Love. Daniel ignores the flutter in his gut, posing the same question for her.
“One hope for your year?”
The girl plays with the ends of her ponytail, twirling the loose wave around her finger. She has her thinking face on. Bottom lip tucked between her teeth, cheeks tensed, and eyes focused on her free hand swirling her melted smoothie with the plastic straw. It’s only quiet for a couple of seconds before Ana’s head pops up, eyes meeting his own.
“Same as you, honestly. I just want to be completely content with my life and the choices I make.”
“Simple woman. Love it.”
Ana’s smile is wide, eyes crinkling, and nose scrunched up. They both laugh softly. The air is light, easy to breathe. Their knees are touching as they sit on the park bench facing each other, smiles on both their faces. Daniel didn’t want the moment to end. He never wanted to leave the feeling of belonging, the feeling of knowing that this is where he’s meant to be. Relationships and commitment and the whole nine yards had never appealed to him, until this moment. He revels in the simplicity sitting there, on a dirty park bench, and feeling completely at ease.
He never wanted the smiles and sweet words to ever end.
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P6. It wasn’t bad, but it definitely wasn’t where Daniel wanted to finish at his home race. The whole weekend fell flat. It should’ve been his weekend. From the outside looking in, the days leading up to his home race were ever in his favor. He was home, it was his track. But fuck was it a messy weekend. Had he taken a shot for every colored flag called, every car spinning out, every retirement, he would’ve blacked out. Though he wasn’t entirely without fault. Truthfully, he wasn’t comfortable in his car. No matter what he did, what he tried to adjust, the damn thing was not working with him. Everyone came around to see him win, or at least the bottom step of the podium. He wanted to give home something to brag about, especially after two years of not racing at home. And all he had to deliver was P-fucking-six. He felt like he let people down, felt like a fucking failure.
And to sully the weekend even more, it has been radio silence from Ana. Their text thread is a string of blue desperation, just one text a day. Nothing happened— to Daniel’s knowledge— to elicit the lack of contact.
Daniel didn’t sleep much on his flight back to Monte Carlo. He was drowning in his past race data and his anxieties over Ana kept his mind busy. Over the fifteen hours worth of traveling, the Aussie only got two hours of real peaceful sleep. He was absolutely dead when he touched down in Monte Carlo. Michael is grabbing his bags for him and loading them in his SUV, as he goes through his phone and clicking her text thread.
Could use some company. Not a great weekend.
Can I see you please?
“Home?” Michael asks.
Daniel looks down at his phone, heartbeat picking up as he sees the three dots appear on his screen. But it goes as quickly as it comes and there is still no response.
He sighs. “Home.”
His apartment is stuffy, eerily quiet as he walks in and drops his duffle by the couch. The exhaustion of traveling is finally catching up to him. His legs feel heavy, eyes burning as sleep threatens to drape over him. Daniel lays in bed for all of two seconds before his text tone goes off.
I’m on my way.
Daniel smiles tiredly, forcing himself up to lean on his headboard. He types a quick reply for her to let herself in and that he’s already in bed. He does his best to fight the sleep threatening to take him, determined to see his favorite person before slipping into a deep slumber. But his eyes burn and his body is heavy. It grows harder and harder to stay awake with each passing minute. Fifteen minutes feels like eternity.
He barely registers the front door opening, or her soft footsteps padding closer and closer to his bedroom door. It’s as if his head is attached to a fifty pound weight as he lifts it to look up Ana. There is a soft, almost sympathetic smile on her face as she stands in the doorway.
“Oh Danny.”
He tries to smile, Ana can see the effort he puts in to curve his lips upward. His hair is a mess, eyes glossy with exhaustion, and yet he sits in bed trying to show her how happy he is to see her.
“You came.”
“Of course I did. Now go to sleep, we can catch up in the morning.”
The tired boy pouts, eyes already shut. “Stay.”
Ana doesn’t think twice. She closes the bedroom door softly, and kicks off her shoes before climbing into bed with Daniel. He sinks back down to his pillow, arm lazily slung over her torso as he slips into a deep slumber. Ana curls into his embrace, fingers reaching out to twirl the frayed curls. Her hands wander, pressing gently against his scalp as the boy snores softly. She can’t help the smile on her face at the look of peace on his sleeping face. Daniel’s strong features are softened in the sweet moonlight.
He looks beautiful, she thinks.
Daniel wakes up late the next day, head pounding and eyes trying to adjust to the sunlight pouring in through his bedroom window. He groans softly, burying his face in the plush pillow. He reaches over, his hand landing flat against his sheets. His head jolts up, eyes searching the room for dark brown locks and a pretty face.
And as if the universe saw his disarray, it sends Ana strolling in with two mugs in hand. Daniel’s speeding heart slows, and he drops his head back on his pillow.
“Morning. How ya feeling?”
“Like I got hit by a truck.” His voice is muffled against the pillow.
“Sleeping twelve hours will do that to ya,” Ana chuckles, sitting on the bed and placing her mug on the nightstand. “Get up, drink your coffee before it gets cold.”
Daniel groans softly before forcing himself up. He takes the cup from her outstretched hands, muttering a thanks before sipping. The bittersweet beverage slowly pulls him from his tired state, the taste comforting. He leans over, placing his mug next to her own.
“You stayed.”
“Of course I did. I want to hear all about Australia and the Grand Prix.” Anahí nibbles on her bottom lip, “And to apologize for disappearing on you during an important weekend. I was dealing with some work stuff and I… yeah I’m sorry.”
Daniel nods, “I get it. It was really nice to be home, but it wasn’t the race I was hoping it would be.”
He dives into the nitty gritty of the weekend behind him. He reiterates the details, the feelings of Friday through Sunday. Ana listens intently, legs criss-cross and her chin resting in her right hand. She doesn’t say a word, just looking at him and giving him the undivided attention he so desperately craves and deserves.
“But yeah…” Daniel sips his coffee before rolling onto his back. “Yeah I just want to forget the weekend happened the way it did. Put the whole thing behind me.”
Ana sighs, straightening her posture. “Sounds fucking crazy. But I watched Sunday, you did amazing considering everything else. I might be a dud when it comes to the numbers and the technical stuff, but still. I’m proud of you. I know home is proud of you too. P6 is nothing to be so down about. It’s only up from here Danny.” She ruffles his curls and he smiles.
She uttered words that his entire team had been reiterating all weekend. He didn’t believe anyone when they said he did great, didn’t think that he did enough. But the words rolling off Ana’s tongue felt real, felt more comforting. If she says that he did great, that his efforts were enough, then it must be true.
“Thanks angel. Now, tell me about your weekend. Missed you in the garage.” Her smile doesn’t reach her eyes. Ana looks away, eyes trained on the gray duvet below her. “Everything alright?”
There is a beat of silence as Ana fiddles with the hem of her t-shirt. She can feel Daniel’s gaze on her, waiting for her answer. Truthfully, everything isn’t alright. Nothing has felt remotely alright for a while, but she isn’t sure if she had the courage to voice that. Ana finally looks up, looking straight at Daniel who stares at her quizzically. His hair is a mess, eyes soft, and head tilted in curiosity.
“Daniel, I’m moving to Montana.”
His ears start ringing, the world around him seems to slow to a halt. Daniel sits up, hair standing in different directions and his honey eyes in a panic.
“When?”
“Three months.”
“But why?”
Ana looks at him, really looks at him. Her heart comes up her throat as she notes Dan’s furrowed brow and obvious frown. He looks like a lost boy, like she just took away his favorite toy. Moving away has always been in the back of her mind, it was the potential answer to all her troubles but also an answer she wasn’t always comfortable with. And sitting here, with Daniel waiting for her to explain, is exactly why she tried to avoid it all together.
“I’ve done a lot of thinking lately, lots of reflection of my time here in Monaco. I feel like maybe it’s time for a change, that maybe it would be better for me out there to be in a much more quiet and simple place. Maybe… maybe I’ll be happier.”
Daniel frowns even more, “You’re unhappy?”
Anahí shrugs, “Yeah kind of. I haven’t felt much like myself in a while Daniel. I feel sort of…” She trails off, throat closing up. Daniel can see her eyes glossing over with tears and can hear the strain in her stammering. “I just feel lost. I feel like I’m stuck in a bubble floating away watching as everyone moves on with their life.”
Daniel isn’t someone you could walk away from, isn’t the kind of person you can simply say goodbye to without some serious contemplation. Saying goodbye to the only good thing in her life isn’t something she came to terms with easily. Daniel has always been there for her even if he’s far away. But it’s come to the point that their connection scares her. She fears she’s become too dependent on him, and that her happiness is determined by his availability. It isn’t fair to either of them. Daniel didn’t need to carry Ana’s baggage, and Ana couldn’t sit in Monaco and wait for him to be available to do so. She needed to make moves for herself, for her happiness.
Tears fall onto her cheeks even as she tries to smile through her sadness. It breaks Daniel’s heart. He reaches over, pulling her against him as she begins to cry softly. His hand rubs her back soothingly, lips pressing a kiss at the top of her head. “I’m sorry.”
He could’ve called more. He should’ve called more. He should’ve flown her out more. He should’ve he should’ve he fucking should’ve.
“Don’t be.” She blubbers, “You couldn’t have known.” Ana pulls away from his embrace, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand in an attempt to look more composed. The bags under eyes are bright red, matching the tip of her nose. Daniel reaches over, hand cupping her face as his thumb swipes the streak of wet on her cheek.
“But I should’ve Ana. What kind of best friend have I been?”
“Oh Dan,” Her hand comes up to hold his. “You are a busy man Mr. Ricciardo. I don’t expect you to drive the car and keep track of me.”
“I know but–”
“But nothing, Danny. You’ve been great, the best. I think I would be a lot worse if it weren’t for you.” Anahí chuckles, patting his hand as he releases her.
They sit there, the thick air thinning out. Daniel looks her up and down, taking mental pictures of the moment. He memorizes the way her hair falls over her chest, her flushed cheeks, and wide eyes. He looks at the time. 3:47 pm. The sun was behind her, shining through his window and providing her with a glow. Like an angel. His angel.
“I don’t want you to go.” Daniel confesses. “And that might be selfish of me… and it’s not me saying that you shouldn’t I just… I had to say it.”
Ana smiles that same old sad smile, almost as if she pitied him. “Daniel…”
“You’re not gonna be ten minutes down the road from me. No more spontaneous walks in the park or sleepovers. You’re gonna be half a world away.”
Tears well up in Ana’s eyes. “I have three months left here.”
“Doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt now.”
It’s quiet again. The news of her departure looms above them, and they both wish she never said it. If she never said it out loud, then maybe it wouldn’t be real. Except that no matter how long she waited to tell him, it wouldn’t negate the fact that she would be moving away in due time. It won’t delay the inevitable goodbye and heartache. Parting ways is now in their cards, and Daniel couldn’t be sadder about it.
Ana leaves not too long after, allowing Daniel to try and get his routine together. The sun coats the room orange when she walks out the door. Her hug goodbye is tight, warm, accompanied by the soft promises that they would hang out soon. As soon as the door shuts, this feeling of emptiness settles in his chest. He feels his heart is breaking, and there isn’t a damn thing either of them could do about it.
Selfish thoughts creep into his mind. He could’ve put up more of a fight. He could’ve convinced her otherwise, convinced her that being this close to him is the only solution. What if he poured his heart out, confessing things he only thinks about? What if he told her that she makes his heart soar, that he’s never felt more at home than with her? Daniel can’t help but regret not saying all the gentle and honest confessions, but he also knew that it would be fucked up. It would be him trapping her, because he can’t say goodbye. He was everywhere while she was here, and Daniel didn’t have the heart to beg her to stay. How could he? He traveled the world 9 months of the year. He quite literally moves a hundred miles an hour, how could he ask her to just stay put?
And to that, why would he? Who is he to pine and beg and demand that she stay? He isn’t her lover, they’re not dating, hell he isn’t even fucking her. That she be available to him while he’s in Monaco and to wait patiently while he’s away? He’s only her friend, her best friend, and he needs to be supportive. He needs to show her that he’s on her side. Because he is. She trusts him, and Daniel will be damned if he breaks that.
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Two months seems to have flown past Daniel without him realizing it. Time is cruel, and he wishes he could just stop the clock so he can spend one moment longer with Ana.
They saw each other every chance they got. Whether that means she would fly out to watch him race or they’d take another stroll in the park in Monaco, the two were practically attached at the hip. And in the nearly sixty days, Daniel has one hundred and ten percent fallen irrevocably in love with Anahí. If he didn’t know it then, he sure as hell knows it now.
The last time he saw Ana was in between Baku and Canada. Daniel really should’ve been flying straight to Canada from Baku, but he wanted to stop at Monaco to see her. He spent 8 hours, touchdown to take off, sitting with her in her apartment as she packed her life away. He tried to help, much to her refusal. In the end, he moves boxes out of the way so that she still has space to move as she counts down the days before she leaves. They laid in the empty living room, the hardwood cool on their clammy skin.
“I have a question,” Daniel posed, turning his head to look over at her. Ana does the same, smiling at him.
“I might have an answer.”
Daniel remembers the feeling of his heart in his throat, the butterflies furiously fluttering in his gut. “A friend of mine is getting married, and I was wondering if you would be my date?”
The second between his question and her answer felt like an eternity. Daniel wanted to throw up. But then she smiles. The smile was wild, ear to ear with her tongue peeking between her pearly white teeth.
“I’d be honored.”
And that’s how Daniel finds himself in a sleek black Porsche Cayenne, driving the both of them from the airport to their hotel. The wedding is in Valencia, Spain, both in fairly unfamiliar territory. The drive is quiet but short, and it isn’t long until they arrive at their hotel. Daniel hands Ana the paperwork for their room reservation as he lugs the luggage along. Their room is a standard one with two full size beds. It’s spacious, with a view of the resort pool and the coast line behind it.
The first day is fairly mundane, neither of them choosing to get ready until just about an hour until the rehearsal dinner. Daniel chooses to wear gray trousers and a white long sleeve button up. He rolls the sleeves up to his elbows and undoes the top two buttons.
“Hey Ana, you ready?” He calls out, tousling with his curls in the mirror.
“Yeah, just about. Just need help with my necklace.”
Daniel’s breath gets caught in his throat as he watches her walk out of the bathroom. She is in a rose colored dress, with a cowl neckline and the hem falling just below her knees. It hugged her every curve, and complimented her skin beautifully. Ana looks up at Daniel through the mirror, completely naive to the way he is looking at her. She holds up her necklace, and it snaps him out of his daydream of her. He chuckles, trying to play off that he was practically drooling over her. They switch places, Daniel standing behind her in front of the mirror as he lays the pearl necklace on her skin. His nimble fingers figure out the clasp quickly, and he can’t help but let them wander on the expanse of her back. He can hear her breath hitch, goosebumps rising on her skin.
“You look beautiful, angel.” Daniel whispers, taking a step back as he admires her.
Ana’s cheeks tinge red, turning to face Daniel. “Thanks, you look pretty good yourself.”
“C’mon, we’re gonna be late.”
Rehearsal dinner is on the property, on the beach. There is a long banquet table, beautifully decorated with elaborate flower arrangements and fancy silverware. Daniel and Ana find their place on the table, smack dab in the middle right across from each other. Dinner was to die for, and the wine was impeccable. They didn’t talk as much, both too distracted socializing with the small group of people closest to them.
The sound of silverware tapping against the glass sends a wave of silence over the table. All eyes are cast on the groom, Adam, and the bride Rachel. They look stunning, standing at the head of the table. Adam looks down at the love of his life as she begins to speak, saying a round of thank yous. He looks at her the way Daniel feels about Anahí, and it makes him smile.
“Everything that Rachel said.” Adam chuckles as his wife-to-be encourages him to speak. “No um… It means a lot to celebrate this love with all of you. In less than twenty-four hours I get to say I do.”
Daniel watches Ana’s reaction, the way she looks up at the couple with adoration and awe. Her eyes twinkle, smile wide, and Daniel seems to fall for her even more.
“I’ll save all the sappy stuff for tomorrow,” The groom says, holding up his glass of white wine. “But a toast. A toast to my girl, a toast to forever, and a toast that you all will find a love as great as ours. Cheers!”
A chorus of cheers are loud, everyone raising their glass before clinking with others. Daniel reaches his glass over the table and Anahí meets him halfway.
Clink. “To everything he said,” Daniel chuckles, winking her way.
“To everything he said.” She smiles.
Everyone turns in early for the night. Daniel feels a slight buzz from the wine, his giggly and touchy state giving him away. The pair couldn’t return to their hotel room without laughter and Daniel poking her. To onlookers, they look like a couple completely and utterly smitten with the other. But the assumption couldn’t have been more incorrect. The reality is that a boy loves a girl, and the girl has no fucking clue.
Ana sits on her bed, watching as Daniel kicks off his shoes and rolls onto his bed. His shirt is wrinkled, untucked, staying closed with the grace of two buttons. She can see his toned, tan chest peeking from under the white material. Her cheeks are suddenly warm, and she turns away. She silently retreats to the bathroom to get ready for bed and effectively from Daniel. When she returns, Daniel is fast asleep with his trousers and button up on the floor next to his bed. She picks up after him before getting into her own bed, folding the clothes messily and placing them on his luggage. She shuts off the light, the room engulfed in darkness. It takes a moment for her eyes to adjust, but it isn’t long until she is able to trace his strong features with his gaze. He snores softly across from her, curls messily sprawled on his forehead. Her heart seems to follow the cadence of his breathing as she sinks deeper and deeper into her thoughts.
The idea of saying goodbye to this type of peace scares her, and she can’t help the tears already springing in her eyes. She misses him already. There is a tightness that grows in her chest, and soon she is crying softly in her bed. Not nearly as quiet as she thought, however. She isn’t sure when and how but Daniel tiredly rolls in right next to her, arms pulling her close to him as he shushes her gently. He doesn’t say anything, just allows her to cry softly until they both fall asleep. There were so many unspoken thoughts, both too afraid to admit to the obvious.
The next morning, it’s as if it never happened. They wake up just after ten, wrapped up in the other, like it was the most natural thing in the world. But it wasn’t. Friends don’t hold each other the way they do, or look at the other as they are. Daniel pushes her hair away from her face, delicately as if she’d break.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” He asks, his thumb gently caressing her cheek as he holds her face.
She shakes her head. “No. I just wanna lay here for five more minutes if that's okay.”
He whispers okay, and she nuzzles her face into his bare chest. Daniel’s fingers weave their way through her hair, fingertips massaging her scalp tenderly. He’d give her all the time in the world, all she had to do was ask.
True to her word, they only lay like that for five minutes before they’re both forced to get up and begin their day. The wedding isn’t for another couple of hours, but there is still a lot to do between now and then. They order a room service breakfast, Daniel throwing on a movie to pass the time as they eat. They watch the Parent Trap in full before they finally begin to get ready.
Daniel slips on black trousers and an emerald green button up, making sure to button it all the way up. He slips on his white sneakers before tapping on the bathroom door. “Hey, sorry. I need my gel for my curls when you're done.”
The door is pulled open, and once again Daniel is at a loss of words. Just as she did the day before, she knocks the wind out of his lungs. She is in a strapless, floor length dress in emerald green to match him. The top half is tight, hugging her body until it drops just at the top of her thigh. Her left thigh pokes out of the slit, taunting Daniel. She looks glorious, down right fucking gorgeous and Daniel didn’t know what to do with himself.
“You look beautiful,” Daniel admits, smiling widely.
“Thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself.” She winks, stepping aside. “I’m about done, just lipstick. But you can come in.”
He nods, moving over to his side of the bathroom. Daniel makes quick work of his curls, twirling them around his index finger until they look more put together. Ana watches him through the mirror, admiring the way he concentrates on his hair. His tongue peeks out between his lips as his eyes concentrate on the curls framing his face. He shakes his head lightly, groaning softly. Without asking, Ana moves over to help. She steps between the counter and him, fingers splitting and tousling with his hair. He doesn’t look at her, instead choosing to watch his reflection.
“Good?” She asks softly, hands retreating from his face. A smile grows on his face, nodding. “Good.” She confirms, smiling back.
Daniel looks at his watch, “Alright, lipstick then we gotta go to the chapel.”
Anahí nods, holding up two tubes. “Pick.” Daniel taps one, and Ana opens the tube to reveal a striking red. The boy’s throat runs dry, watching as she paints her lip the vibrant color. “Alright,” she muses, “Ready.”
Ana walks out of the bathroom, leaving Daniel behind as he stands there still mesmerized by her and the red lacquer painted on her lips. His imagination runs wild, and it isn’t until she is clearing her throat does Daniel finally move. He offers her his arm, which she gladly takes as they make their way down and to the car. The drive to the chapel is only ten minutes, and the parking lot is half full by the time they arrive. The chapel is buzzing with quiet conversation, all along the lines of how the day is finally here and how excited they all are. Daniel and Ana sit in the middle of the space, right by the aisle.
Not a dry eye in the room. It’s how every wedding ceremony seems to go, and this is no exception.
“Rachel,” Adam begins, “There were a million and one things that I wanted to say. A million and one things I wanted to write. But all one million and one things come back to the same conclusion, and it’s that I love you. That at the end of all this, when the sun sets, and the world goes to sleep, I will always love you. I promise that in all that I do, that it is in your best interest. That I will love you through all circumstances, love you as you grow with and beyond me. I can’t imagine my life without you in it, Rach. And I refuse to believe that there is a version of me without you. If there’s something I’m most sure of in this life, it’s that you were always meant to be in it. I love you Rachel. I can’t wait for the rest of forever with you.”
Daniel can feel Ana’s head resting on his shoulder and hear her soft sniffles as the priest carries on with the ceremony. Adam’s words settle in Daniel’s heart, making a home there with all his thoughts of the woman next to him. He looks down at the woman who rests on him, her eyes focused on the couple in front of them. The whole room seems to focus on the couple prevailing their love in front of the whole world, except Daniel. All Daniel can think of is her. If there’s something I’m most sure of in this life, it’s that you were always meant to be in it.
The same words play over and over in Anahí’s head. And as her head rests on his shoulder, she feels like she’s where she’s meant to be. Through all the heartache and tears, the late nights and strolls in the park, she finally feels like she belongs. There is a feeling of safety, of home. That very moment, with her head on his shoulder, felt more natural than anything in the world.
The room erupting in cheers tears the both of them away from their thoughts, and his eyes look up to see the couple securing forever with a kiss. Daniel jumps to his feet to join the rest of the room, cheering loudly for the newlyweds. Screams and applause are heard from every corner as the crowd watches the couple walk to the end of the aisle. The two look up at each other, smiles as wide as the Cheshire cat.
The reception is as grand as the ceremony. Decorated with flowers and pompas, the lights are dim and romantic. The setting is just right to fall in love. Dinner is served, and not without alcohol. It isn’t long until both Daniel and Ana are elbow deep in cocktails, a laughing mess as they talk about what friends talk about. They’re surrounded by friends, by people who love the couple as much as they do, but they don’t seem to matter. In a room meant to be in adoration of newly weds, Daniel was only in awe of her. He’s captivated by her flushed cheeks, long lashes, and plump red lips. He’s smitten with the way her hand feels against him, how her touch seems to linger more than necessary.
The lights dim even further, the room nearly pink from the lights. The emcee encourages the crowd to join the couple in a slow dance.
���Anahí, will you do me the honor of dancing with me tonight?”
Daniel holds out his hand, a goofy grin on his face as he awaits her response.
“I’d be delighted.”
Someday, when I'm awfully lowWhen the world is coldI will feel a glow just thinking of you
And the way you look tonight
The Way You Look Tonight plays softly on the speaker as Daniel’s hands rest comfortably on the small of her back as hers are draped over his shoulders, fingers intertwined behind his neck. He sways her left and right, following the slow cadence of the song. Even in his tipsy stupor, he seems to move her just right, slow and sweet.
Yes, you're lovely, with your smile so warm
And your cheeks so soft
There is nothing for me but to love you
And the way you look tonight
The whole room dissolves. It’s just them and the soft music. No one mattered, not even the couple being celebrated. Daniel looks at Anahí, who looks up at him with such fondness and warmth. She looks up at him the way he feels about her.
“What are you thinking of?” Daniel asks, hands squeezing her sides comfortingly.
With each word your tenderness grows
Tearin' my fear apart
“I’m just so happy.” Ana admits, “I’m happy.”
“The booze?” Daniel teases, but Ana shakes her head with a small laugh.
And that laugh wrinkles your nose
Touches my foolish heart
“No, more than that. I’m just happy Dan, I really am. The happiest I’ve been.”
His hands slide from her hips to her hands, gently raising one of her arms to spin her around. Lovely, never, never change… keep that breathless charm. Daniel pulls her back against him, her hands pressed against his chest as he sways her again.
Won't you please arrange it? 'Cause I love you. Daniel rests his forehead against hers, humming softly. Just the way you look tonight.
“I’m happy too, angel.”
The moment is too perfect to pass, and so Daniel does what he’s always dreamed of. There is a burst of confidence, and he doesn’t know if it’s the alcohol in his system or the fact that it simply felt right. So he kisses her.
Her lips are slow, soft against his. His hands grip her tighter as his lips mold onto hers lovingly. His heart is beating hard against his ribs, he swears she can feel it. Ana’s fingers are at the back of his head, pulling him even closer. There is a bit of desperation between the two, the need to be close and to be completely wrapped up in the other. Daniel is the first to pull back, breathing deeply as he searches Ana’s eyes for any sign of regret.
But she just stares back at him with fire in her eyes, and Daniel can feel the blood rushing to his groin. Ana cups his face, thumb swiping over her lips to remove the red residue.
“Take me home.”
Daniel didn’t need to be told twice as he practically drags the girl out of the crowd. They pile into the back of a taxi, hands unable to release the other as they kiss feverishly. This kiss is different from the first one. It’s needier, much more desperate, with teeth clashing and hands grabbing. She was halfway on top of him, with her leg slung over his lap and his hands gripping her ass. The driver taps on Daniel’s leg at the end of their drive, trying to signal them that they’ve arrived at their destination. Daniel hands him more than enough for the fare and tip, not bothering to take the change as the two stumble to the elevator. They’re laughing and stumbling, hands grasping for the other. And as the elevator door closes, her lips are back on his own.
The elevator dings just three floors short of theirs, and Ana quickly steps away from the kiss. She stands next to him as another couple joins them. As natural as they tried to act, it was clearly obvious what the two were up to. Red lipstick is smeared on Daniel’s face and neck, and Anahí’s lip line is no longer crisp. But they didn’t care. Daniel grins over at Ana, who smiles in return.
The elevator finally makes it to their floor, and the two are quick to make it to the room. Ana attaches her lips to Daniel as soon as he shuts the door, her fingers quickly undoing the buttons of his shirt. He guides her all the way to the bed, just stopping at the foot of it. Daniel cups her face, pulling away from the kiss.
“Ana, are you sure?”
They both pant, staring deep into each other's eyes. Daniel looks again, searching for any sign of hesitation. He looked for a reason to stop. But Ana’s fingers never stopped undoing the buttons on his shirt, pulling it from the waistband of his pants before pushing it off his shoulders. She looks down at his toned torso, fingers tracing the dips and tops of his muscles. Her fingers move to hook around the belt loop of his pants, but Daniel grabs her wrist to stop her.
“Ana,” Daniel strains, dipping his head to meet her eyes.
“Yes Daniel. I’m sure.”
He doesn’t wait any longer, kissing her like his life depends on it. His fingers pull on the zipper of her dress, listening as the fabric drops to the floor. He lays her down gently, lips moving along her jaw and down her neck. Her soft moans and whimpers are music to Daniel’s ears, and he craves to hear them more. He looks up at her, admiring the way her eyes are closed and lips agape as she soaks in his touch. Slowly, he pulls her underwear down her soft legs, but not without leaving kisses in its path.
Anahí savors the feeling of his soft lips on the innermost part of her thigh, the way his stubble pokes at her skin softly. Anticipation builds in the pit of her stomach as he kisses closer and closer. But then he stops. She lifts her head, looking as Daniel stares at her center with a small smirk.
“Pretty fucking pussy.”
She moans at his compliment, biting down on her bottom lip. Daniel runs his middle and ring finger through her folds, honey brown eyes meeting hers as he plunges them into her. Her breath hitches in her throat, head falling back onto the bed as he pumps his fingers slowly. He wants to tease her, to pull her closer and closer to the edge but never let her finish. He wants to see her melt in his hands. But that’s all in due time.
For now he wants to love her. To make her feel good. Tonight, it’s all about her.
His lips wrap around the bundle of nerves, sucking softly before allowing his tongue to trace figure-eights all along it. Ana’s moans grow louder and louder, her fingers finding their way to his curls. He groans softly at her soft grip, the gentle tugging as if to beg him for more. He obliges, eating her out like it was her last meal. The sound of his tongue against her and fingers fucking her sound obscene, but they make Ana yearn for more.
There’s a bubble growing in the pit of her stomach, growing larger and larger as Daniel adds urgency to his movements. Her pussy clenches around his digits, letting him know she’s close. He pulls away briefly.
“Look at me angel, keep your eyes on me.”
Her eyes pop open, watching as Daniel places his lips back on her core. Daniel’s free hand reaches up to grab her breast, massaging and playing with her. Her eyes focus on the rose, how pretty it looks against her. His tongue is back against her clit, lips sucking and nibbling softly. She pants as the bubble continues to grow, her release right there. There’s something attractive, something downright sinful, about the way Daniel looks between her legs. His hair in disarray thanks to her, with his eyes boring into hers as he pulls her closer to an orgasm. The sight alone is enough to have her dripping.
He hums against her, “C’mon angel.”
Between his tongue and fingers, she finally succumbs to it all. Her legs squeeze Daniel’s head as he laps up her release, milking her until she’s done and begging for him to stop.
Daniel releases her, chin glistening with her slick as he climbs back up to kiss her. She moans softly against him, hands trailing down from her face to his chest, gently pushing her up. Daniel kneels above her, knees on either side of her. He looks angelic, hair standing and features soft as he looks down upon her. Ana sits up, her fingers undoing his belt and pants, pulling it just under his bum. She kisses his cock over his underwear before palming him softly. She watches as he throws his head back, enjoying the feeling of her gentle touches on the most sensitive part of his body.
Ana doesn’t spend too much time teasing him. She pulls his boxers down his legs, watching as his cock springs up. She looks up at him through her lashes, fingers wrapping around his shaft to pump him softly. Daniel’s eyes meet hers, enamored by the innocence on her face contrasting her sinful movements. With doe eyes, she leans forward and takes him into her mouth. She never stops looking into his honey eyes as she bobs her head, taking more of him until he hits the back of her throat. Moans bubble up from his throat as she sucks him off, harder and harder. He cups her chin, pulling his cock out of her mouth. She looks up at him, confused. Her lips are glistening with spit, red lipstick smeared everywhere.
He could’ve cum right then and there.
Daniel climbs off her, pulling his pants and underwear down to his ankles before stepping out of them. He takes his place back between her legs, lips attaching to hers in desperation. He kisses her, hard. He pours his heart into the kiss. Every thought, every wish, every feeling he’s ever felt is poured into that one kiss.
“Daniel,” She breathes, “Please.”
“Please what, angel?” Daniel mumbles, kissing her neck softly.
“Fuck me.” Daniel moans against her skin, breathing hard, “Please Daniel.”
He gives in to her begging, hands wrapping around her shaft as he rubs the head of his cock against her wet center before finally pushing into her. Ana’s moans are loud, high pitched, and needy. Daniel watches the pleasure washing over her face with every stroke, her chest rising and falling. He leans down to kiss her again, his hips never stopping. She feels every inch of him, the way it fills her up and sends pulses of pleasure through her body.
“You were made for me.” He confesses, hips moving faster against her own.
“All for you.” She confirms, fingers between his curls.
He fucks her nice and sweet, pulling her all the way to her orgasm. He fucks her until she is shaking beneath him, his name rolling off her tongue in desperate cries. Her pussy pulsates around him, hugging him tightly until he releases into her.
The moments after are soft, gentle. Daniel kisses her so softly, so lovingly. He holds her tenderly, looking down at her tired state. Her head is on his chest, arm slung over his torso. Daniel presses a kiss onto her forehead before finally falling asleep.
Unbeknownst to him, Anahí is wide awake, the feeling of bliss and completeness beginning to wear off. Daniel is sound asleep beneath her, but his soft breathing isn’t enough to calm her down. It’s far too real now, everything between her and Dan. For the longest time they teetered on the line of friendship and something more and now it’s real. It sends her into a panic.
Just because it’s real, doesn’t mean that it changes anything. It doesn’t change that she leaves in a month. In less than thirty days, she has to say goodbye. She will no longer say goodbye to her best friend, but to someone more. She cries softly, removing herself from Daniel’s embrace. He doesn’t stir, not like the night before. He’s still asleep, dreaming of happier things. Happier than the things she was about to do.
She pulls herself together, packing her things slowly and quietly as Daniel sleeps soundly. And when all is said and done, she looks down at the boy sleeping in her bed. She pushes the curls from his forehead, pressing one kiss on the skin before leaving and never looking back.
Daniel wakes up that morning, memories of the night before slowly coming back to him. He smiles to himself. But the happiness leaves as soon as it comes. It doesn’t take long for him to notice that she’s gone. All her belongings, every piece of her is gone. It sends Daniel into a panic, fingers quick to tap her name and call her. But Anahí doesn’t answer.
Anahí never answered any of his calls. He called once every day, but he would always be greeted by her voicemail. Daniel scoured his memory for the moment it went wrong, for any mistake he might’ve made. The best weekend of his life turned out to be the worst. After flying back from Spain, he immediately went into work mode. He did everything in his power to distract himself from his aching heart, to hide how hurt he was by her disappearance. And it showed in his work. His results in Silverstone and Austria were poor, and he struggled to prove to the world that he was still worthy of the sport.
Daniel arrives back in Monte Carlo after a shabby P9 in Austria. His apartment is empty, eerily quiet. He flops onto his couch, lowering his pride once more when he taps her name. He rings, waiting for her stupid voicemail to greet him. But it never comes.
“Hello?”
The sound of her voice has Daniel shooting up, throat running dry. There’s an uncomfortable silence on the line before the Australian finally musters up the courage to speak.
“H-hi.”
“Hi.”
Silence again. Daniel hated this. He hates the discomfort, the feeling of not being able to be open and honest with the one person that mattered. He’s walking on eggshells, trying to carefully craft his next word.
The first couple of days after Anahí had left, he was angry. He was so upset with her for not saying goodbye, no half-ass excuse for why she left him. He was upset at himself, for potentially fucking up the only good thing that has happened to him in a while. And as time withered by, his anger turned to sadness and confusion. Daniel often pondered their final night together, replaying all the moments of completeness and intimacy, trying to find the second it all went wrong. He imagined her face beneath him, the way her lips felt against her own, just trying to remember if there was a change at all.
“Dan-”
“Why’d you do it? Why’d you leave?”
“Daniel, I don't want to talk about this over the phone.”
“Then I’ll come over… or meet you in the park.” There is a deafening silence at the end of the line. “Ana?”
“I can’t.”
“You can’t or you won’t?” Daniel snaps.
“I can’t.” Ana insists, “I’m… I’m in Montana.”
There is a little pot of anger sitting at the base of his being, every word she says igniting the flame bigger and bigger. He feels himself beginning to boil over.
“You left?”
Daniel leans back against the couch, chest heaving as he tries to contain his emotions. Everything he felt in the last three weeks swirls inside of him. It makes him sick. He can’t seem to focus on one thing, and can slowly feel himself slipping from his self-control.
“I… I needed to. Daniel, you knew this.”
“Yeah but you didn’t bother to say bye? No half ass text to let me know?”
“I don’t have to keep you updated on my every move.” Ana argues.
“No, but after the night we shared I would hope you would have the courtesy to anyway.”
Daniel feels insane. He feels like every single emotion he’s feeling is misplaced. The world around him slows to a halt, and not in a good way. For a moment he is frozen in his despair, time and space keep him in a place of self-loathing and loneliness. For just a moment, the world keeps him miserable.
“What did I do wrong?” Daniel whispers, “Just tell me how I can fix it.”
“There’s nothing to fix.”
“Nothing?!” Daniel yells into the phone. “Nothing Anahí? Are you being fucking serious?”
“Daniel what’s done is done, and there isn’t anything you or I can do to change it. The damage has been done.”
“Damage?” Daniel scoffs, “That’s what that night was, damaging? Ruined you, did it?” The line is quiet at the other end and Daniel shakes his head. “That night was more than that to me Ana. It was more than nothing.”
The Australian can’t see the tears streaming down Anahí’s face, the way her body shakes as she cries silently, unable to say the words Daniel longed to hear. Unable to give him everything he wanted.
“You know what I think it is Anahí?” Daniel begins again, “I think that you’re afraid. That you’re afraid to trust me, to open yourself up to me completely. I think that you’re afraid to admit that you like me, maybe even love me.”
“Daniel-”
“Because I love you. I do. I tried to show you how much I do and yet… you walk out on me. You fed my ego because it benefited you. You kept me in, made me believe that I had a chance, that maybe you feel the same way I do. But then you get what you want and leave me to pick up the pieces. I’m in love with you Ana, you had to have known. You couldn’t have been so fucking naive and not have seen that.”
Another deafening silence. There it is, out in the open. Three words slipped from Daniel’s lips in a fit of anger. His words are laced with spite, venomous as they travel from one end of the line to the other.
“Daniel,” She chokes, “I’m so sorry.”
“Yeah. Me too Ana.” He can hear her soft cries this time, each sniffle and sob picking apart at his heart. But the anger inside him consumes him. “I’m so sorry for wanting more. For expecting more. For wishing for more.”
“Daniel I-”
“I have to go.” Daniel cuts her off. “I hope that Montana treats you well. And that… that maybe you’ll find someone worth sticking around for. Bye Ana.”
He hangs up before he can listen to any more of her pleas. He drops his phone next to him, hands returning to his face as he cries softly. His heart falls apart, shatters beneath his ribs.
Pathetic. He feels downright, fucking pathetic.
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💛Sunshine💛 - The Escape
In which you all read about Spencer’s family life.
Warnings: angst, cursing, blood, pregnancy trouble, crying lmk if I missed anything!
Spencer Reid x fem!oc
Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.
"Mom, mom, wake up."
Audrey groaned, her eyes squeezing them tighter shut than they already were. She figured she must of passed out from the blood loss.
She felt her body shake wildly with hands in her arms. "Mom, please wake up!"
"Charlie?" She mumbled, her breaths shallow.
Her vision was blurry as she squinted. "Yeah, it's Charlie. Mom, come on, you need to wake up now." A figure of her oldest son was knelt in front of her.
"Char, did her wound open back up?" This was a new voice but it was oddly familiar.
Audrey felt her shirt being lifted up. "No, no." Charlie answered. "You did a good job, Emmy."
"My mom's a doctor." The girl, Emmy, sighed.
Audrey's eyes opened all the way and she let out a quiet groan. "Char..." She whispered. "M-Marcus? Where is he?"
She asked, trying to sit up. Charlie gently help her up and she leaned back against the cold stone wall behind her. "I don't know. He left hours ago."
Audrey looked around the room.
Nothing. No identifiers, no windows. Just a door on the far wall and a light fixture on the ceiling.
It almost looked like a laundry room in the basement of an apartment building. Only there were no machines.
She saw Emmy sitting with her knees to her chest. She looked dehydrated, starved.
God, this poor girl.
“Emmy, sweetheart, are you okay?" Audrey asked, reaching for her. The girl crawled forward and held her hand.
"I'm okay, Mrs. Reid." She nodded, trying to smile.
Audrey felt tears fill her eyes. "I'm- so glad you're alive." She nodded. "I'm so sorry that my brother did this to you."
Emmy pressed her lips into a thin line and shook her head. "It's not your fault." She looked down at Audrey's stomach. "You're pregnant?"
Audrey nodded and glanced down at her stomach. "Peach." She smiled weakly.
"You lost a lot of blood." Charlie told her. "That's why you passed out and then uncle Marcus made Emmy stitch your wound."
The woman's eyebrows furrowed. "But I don't understand- he wants me dead so why stitch me up?" She asked.
Charlie glanced at the ground. "He said he had a bigger plan. A better one."
Audrey bit her lips and looked around, shivering. "Mom, are you cold?" Charlie asked softly, touching her arm. "It's gotta be at least 80 degrees in here."
The woman swallowed. "I... I haven't taken my medicine in over 24 hours." She spoke lowly. Emmy tilted her head, taking off the cardigan she was wearing. She crawled forward and wrapped it around Audrey's shoulders.
"Thank you, sweetie." She smiled a little. She looked around the room before speaking again. "Do you know if Marcus locked that door?" She asked.
Charlie nodded. "Yeah. He doesn't leave without locking it."
"How often does he come back?" She asked, her eyes darting around the room.
Emmy cleared her throat. "Every two hours." She nodded. "I started counting when on the second month I was here."
Audrey tilted her head to the side. "I'm gonna get you out of here, honey. I promise."
Now that Audrey was here, she could get under his skin. She's known the kid since he was born, surly she could get him distracted so Emmy and Charlie could get the hell out of there.
"Okay." She nodded and shut her eyes. "Okay, when he comes back in, I'm gonna distract him and I need you two to go. I need you to run, do you understand?"
Charlie scoffed. "W- mom, no." He shook his head. "I'm not leaving you. I can't."
Audrey smiled a little. "Baby, I'll be okay." She nodded, her eyes filling with tears. "I need you to go and figure out where I am so you can get your dad here."
Charlie continued to shake his head but stayed silent. She looked to Emmy. "Have you been anywhere except for this room?"
Emmy sighed. "When he was taking me down here. I think I can remember which way to go."
Audrey nodded, her heart aching for this poor girl. Charlie still shook his head. "Mom, I don't wanna leave you."
The woman smiled, biting her lip. "I know. I need you two to get out of here and you won't make it far with me."
The boy sighed and looked down at the ground. She watched Emmy scoot closer to him and wrap her arm around his back, her thumb moving back and forth soothingly.
They sat there in silence until they heard a noise coming from beyond the door. She widened her eyes and waved her hand at Charlie. "Go, act like you're asleep." She nodded towards the other side of the room. "When I say uh... white— get up and go. Make it fast and silent."
They scurried over and collapsed on the ground. Audrey pulled her knees to her chest and sucked in a breath when she felt a sharp pain in her belly. She shut her eyes and let her head hang down.
The door opened.
"Shit, Audrey." She heard her brother's voice. "You're making me change plans." He shook his head and walked over to her slowly, kneeling in front of her. Audrey slowly lifted her head, a glare already on her face. "I was gonna kill you at the house but now... I want to make a show out of it."
The woman scoffed. "So you can get the attention you claim to have been deprived of?" She asked, her eyebrows popping up a bit.
Marcus chuckled and shook his head, looking over at Emmy and Charlie who seemed to be sleeping. "Say something like that to me again and I'm slitting little Charlie's throat." He looked back at her with a straight face.
"You will not hurt my fucking child or I swear to God—"
Marcus grabbed her chin and interrupted her. "Enough with the threats, Aud." He said, taking something out of his pocket. "Because I have the knife..." He clicked something on the small thing he took out of his pocket and the tip of it touched her throat. "And you do not."
Her eyes fluttered and she glanced at Charlie who's eyes peeked open. She bit the inside of her cheek. "So what's your plan, Marcus?"
He scoffed. "I want money, I want media coverage and I want people to hurt."
Audrey shut her eyes. "Listen to me." She whispered. "Let them go, Marky." She bit her lip. "Please. Take me. I will stay willingly but you have to let them go." Her voice broke.
Marcus threw the knife down and pressed his hands against the side of his head, squeezing his eyes shut. "You don't get it, Audrey. I can't just l-let them go!" He screamed.
Audrey's lips quivered and she hesitated to reach up and grab the sides of his face. "Marcus..." Her voice was quiet. She glanced over his shoulder at the wide open door. "You can't just tell white lies for the rest of your life. You have to turn yourself in. You'll get all of the media coverage you could ever want."
She glanced at the knife as she heard their bodies start shuffling. Marcus furrowed his eyebrows and pulled his head away from his sister.
"Hey!" He screamed. Charlie and Emmy were running towards the open door.
Audrey's eyes widened when she realized that he saw them. "No!" She shouted as she got up from the ground. She grabbed the knife next to her feet and did the only thing she could think of.
She pushed the knife through his side and scrambled away from him as he cried out in pain.
She saw Charlie and Emmy looking back at her and she scrambled off of the floor. "Go! Go! Go!" Her voice came out strangled. "I'm right behind you!" She called.
She ran towards the door as they disappeared. "Audrey!" Marcus raged. "Get the fuck back here!"
She looked back at her brother one last time before running out of the room and shutting the door behind her.
She ran in the direction she saw the kids go. "Char!? Emmy, where are you guys!?"
“Mom! Up the stairs!" Charlie called back. She noticed as she ran that the walls of... whatever this was were stone.
She saw the stairs and her chest heaved. Another sharp pain in her belly made her cry out and stop running. She clutched the bottom of her stomach and inhaled.
Audrey heard slow footsteps behind her and she whimpered, beginning to climb the stairs. "Char!?" She called again.
"Mom, hurry! The gate is closing!"
The gate? She grunted, feeling her legs burn as she ran faster and faster.
"Emmy, go! Run, Emmy go!" She heard her son scream.
She saw the end of the stairs ahead and started to run faster. Her eyes watered and her lungs burned.
She made it to the top.
She stopped and looked around and saw Charlie in front of some gate that was indeed closing. She pressed her lips together and started running again. She saw Charlie get between the gate and it's doc, pushing it back.
"Come on, mom! You're almost there!"
She saw Emmy already past the gate, on her knees in the... sand? It was sand. What the fuck.
Soon, she was there. She as right there with Charlie and he pulled her through, both of them collapsing in the hot sand.
Her chest heaved and she pulled Charlie into her, squeezing him tight. "We're okay, baby." She cried. "We're gonna get out of here, okay?"
Charlie sobbed into his mother's shoulder before pulling away. He looked at Emmy who was rocking back and forth. She was crying and smiling.
"Hey." Audrey and Charlie sat up. "We gotta go. Come on."
They got up from the ground and walking over to Emmy. "Come on, sweetie." She whispered, touching her arm.
Emmy looked up at her, tears rolling down her cheeks. "O-okay. I get to go home?" She asked.
Audrey smiled. "Yeah, sweetheart. Come on. Come on, we're gonna get home."
Charlie pulled Emmy from the ground and they began walking. It looked as if they were in some sort of huge garage.
The door in front of them was huge and wooden. "Come on, we're almost there." Charlie wrapped his arm around Emmy and grabbed his mother's hand.
His lips turned up in a smile as they reached the wooden door. Audrey walked forward and bit the inside of her cheek, looking for a way to open it. She couldn’t seem to find a handle or a button.
“It’s gotta be here— it has to be.”
“Mom?” Charlie spoke.
Audrey shook her head. “No, wait. There’s some way to open—“
“Mom—“
“No, Char we have to open it—“
“Mrs. Reid!” Emmy shouted. Audrey paused and turned around to face her.
She furrowed her eyebrows. “What?”
Emmy glanced down at the bottom of her dress with a scared look. “You’re uh… you’re bleeding.”
Audrey’s heart dropped when she looked down, seeing the blood pooling on the fabric of her dress. It wasn’t from her stab wound.
Her stomach pain increased and she looked back up at Emmy and Charlie.
“Mom, are you okay?”
His voice seemed to echo in her ears until the only thing she could hear was her own heartbeat.
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AHHHHHHHHH EMMY IS ALIVEEEEEEEEEEEE
I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER :)
I know this had no Spencer in it but the next one will
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hey everyone! i hope you’ve enjoyed my imagines so far! i love writing them so much! i wanted to say i’m taking requests for one-shots/imagines ! i’m not sure how to use the ask feature on here so i made a google form which i’ll link in this post! or if you want you can comment on this post a request or dm me! thank you again for reading my work it means the world to me!
https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSdYCVuWazFm_fCFYL7TqKEkvDFOj93OW8vWKbh-ttsqHSU6rg/viewform?usp=sf_link
#matty healy#matty healy smut#vinnie hacker imagine#stiles stilinksi imagine#steve harrigton imagine#joe keery imagines#joshua bassett imagine#evan peters imagine#ross lynch imagine#castiel imagine
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