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taylorsv3rsion13 · 11 months

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we never go out of style || c.f.

A/N : hi! this is gonna be a series so there will be links to other chapters when i complete them!

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

words : 4.1k

synopsis : things were always rocky for conrad and you. after the whole break up, will everything be the same the year later? or will it all turn to shit.

I hated him. Hated him with all the hate I had in my body. He made me hate Cousins as well.

Every year, my mom would send me away off to Cousins beach where I would stay with her best friend Susannah and her two sons, Conrad and Jeremiah Fisher. I had easily bonded with the two of them, and then gotten in a relationship with Conrad. The Conklins would be there as well. Belly and Steven.

Conrad and Steven were 17, while Jeremiah, and I were all 16(turning 17 soon), but I was older than him by a few months, and Belly was 15, turning 16 soon.

He fucked it all up. He couldn't commit to one relationship, and we all knew that, yet he told me he would and I believed him.

Again, my mom sent me to them for the summer. I thought she wouldn't knowing the whole debacle that had happened the year prior.

"Mom, I really don't think it's a good thing if I go." I said to her as I sat at the kitchen counter.

"C'mon Y/N, Susannah misses you, and I'm sure Belly would like to see you as well." My mom said.

I groaned in annoyance.

I loved seeing everyone in Cousins, don't get me wrong. When I was there it felt like all of my worries were away. But now after the breakup, I just thought of everything that could go wrong this summer.

The plane ride was six hours to Cousins from California and it took 30 minutes to get from the airport to the Fishers house. The whole time my mind raced on what would happen as soon as I stepped through the doors.

"Hi, I'm home." I said awkwardly loudly as I stepped through the door that was unlocked.

It was normal for the doors to be unlocked. Everyone knew each other in Cousins, and everyone basically was only there for the summer.

Throughout the house I heard a mixture of footsteps and gasps, people saying, "Y/N?", "Y/N is here?"

The first people to approach was Susannah and Laurel, coming out of the kitchen with a beautiful floral maxi dress.

"Oh my god, look at you! You've always been beautiful, but honey, look at you" Susannah said as she grabbed ahold of my cheeks before giving me a hug.

"I think I like the same" I chuckled.

"You do not look the same... You're growing up. You're in bloom."

Savannah had a way to say things. I loved it about her.

She let go as Laurel squeezed through, hugging me.

"Why didn't you tell us you were coming early?" Laurel asked.

I laughed a little, "I wanted it to be a surprise."

"Y/N!" I heard an excited voice say.

I watched as Jeremiah's body came sliding down the railing. He was in a white wife beater tank top and a pair of bright tropical shorts.

"Jere!" I exclaimed, opening my arms for him to run into.

Jeremiah and Conrad were brothers, but they couldn't be more different. Jeremiah was this energetic outgoing person, while Conrad was... well, he was Conrad...

"How have you been Y/N/N?" He asked as we both let go.

"A lot better, and you Mr. Fisher?" I asked jokingly.

From behind Susannah and Laurel, I could see long brown hair.

"Belly?" I questioned.

"Oh my god, Y/N!" She squealed, running up to me.

"You're absolutely so beautiful." I stated.

"No you are." She said back. We could've gone on and on about who was more beautiful, that was until he came.

I looked up and was met with Conrad's bright blue fucking eyes. He stared straight at me from the top of the stairs.

Conrad took a breath, "Hi, Y/N."

"Hi, Conrad..." I responded.

"Yo, Conrad! Y/N is here!" I heard Steven's voice from upstairs.

All of us laughed a little as we saw Steven make his way to the banister. His face was full of surprise as he saw me.

"She's actually here!" He said, running down to greet me.

All of us kids went outside to the pool. Belly wore a cute purple bikini as I wore a blue one.

The house was for us, and our moms. Not for our dads. My mom rarely showed up. She only showed up for important events because she had a lot of work, but there were some years where she stayed.

"You're absolutely stunning." I said to Belly as we rested by the wall in the pool.

She laughed, "I look the exact same as last year."

"No. You look so much different!" I said to her.

"Well, look at you! you have new hair, new body, new attitude!" She said excitedly. "Do I have to get broken up with for this glow up?"

We both laughed at her statement.

"Should we mess with the boys a little?" Belly asked.

"Yeah, I think we should." I said, a smile growing on my face. "Ow! Jeremiah! Help! I think I sprained my ankle!" I yelled to the curly headed boy.

He came to me as soon as he could, sticking out his hand as I stuck out mine.

"Sorry." I said, a smile on my face. I watched as his face faltered though, as he realized what had happened.

I yanked the poor boy into the water, fully clothed.

He came up, splashing at the water.

"Y/N!" He yelled.

I got out of the pool. "I'm gonna head inside for a bit." I said to the group.

"Hi, sweetie." Susannah said as I closed the glass door.

"Hi!" I said to Susannah and Laurel as I sat at the island in the middle of the kitchen.

God I loved the kitchen. It was a beautiful green and white. I loved this house in general though, it was a gorgeous house.

"She's so beautiful." I watched Susannah mouth to Laurel.

"I know." Laurel mouthed back.

I only laughed at the two. I loved their relationship. I honestly wish I had a relationship like that when I got older.

"You should call you mom and tell her you got here okay." Susannah said as she finished chopping up the fruit.

"Oh, yes you're right. I told her I would call her and I got distracted." I laughed.

I finished calling her and returned to Susannah and Laurel.

"Is she coming for the Fourth?" Susannah asked.

"Yes, she would never miss it for anything."

"Oh, Y/N, I finished getting your room set up, if you wanna go unpack now, you can." Susannah said, giving me a smile.

I gave her a smile back, "Thank you, Susannah, I love you."

"Love you too!" She responded.

"I love you, Laurel!" I said, adding a laugh. I heard her and Susannah laugh before she responded as well.

I loved my room at the Fisher's. It had beautiful white walls with high ceilings. As well as a gorgeous large window. My bed was perfectly made as well, and I had white sheets with dark blue flowers.

Most of the accents on the walls were dark blue as well. I could tell Susannah had done some work on my room since the last time I was here.

I began unpacking while looking at everything I had left from last summer. A stuffed white polar bear was on my bed and it had a little navy blue bow tie. Oh god how the memories flooded.

A knock at my door brought me back, "Come in!" I shouted.

"Come on! Let's go to the beach before dinner... please. " Belly said as she bounced onto my bed.

"I still have a bunch to unpack, Bells." I said to the girl, "And don't you have to go with your mom to Whale of a Tale?"

"I'll just skip it." She said, her face with a large smile. "Pleaseeeee."

"Okay, okay! We can go." I said to her.

She squealed excitedly, "Okay! I'll meet you down!"

I laughed quietly as I grabbed a new swimsuit. This one was a blue and white bikini and I loved it.

I saw Susannah and Laurel down in the kitchen.

"Laurel, I'm so sorry I'm stealing Belly, but we were gonna go swimming and I know you have Whale of a Tale today bu-" I rambled.

"It's okay, I'll go with her." Susannah said, a large smile forming on her face.

"You want to race?" I asked Belly as we stood in the sand.

"No, I can't possibly keep up with you, you're always running, I see on your stories." She joked.

Before I knew it, the girl had sprinted, dropping her towel and flip flops.

"Cheater!" I shouted and laughed as I too dropped my things, running to go after her.

"Steven, I swear to god, look at that phone one more time and it's going in the screen basket." Laurel said as we ate dinner.

Belly and I looked at each other before laughing.

I was crammed in between Jeremiah and Conrad, and it was interesting. I avoided Conrad as much as I could.

"It's just, we want to see your beautiful faces." Susannah said as she smiled at all of us which made Belly and I laugh even harder.

Steven continued to go on his phone, doing god knows what. I watched as Jeremiah snatched it from across the table and threw it in the basket that was on the other side of the room.

"Dude, are you kidding me?" Steven said in disbelief.

Jeremiah on the other hand was cheering for himself, "Boom, Nailed it!"

"We get it, you've been working out." Steven said.

"Someones jealous about Jere having a nicer body..." Belly and I said in sync.

Conrad hadn't said anything at all during dinner, and I knew people could feel the tension.

"Aren't you leaving for training camp soon?" I asked Conrad, turning to him.

Susannah cut in, "Uh... he quit football."

All of us looked at Conrad in shock. He was good at football and not only that, but he was going to do college football.

"He can always change his mind though." Susannah said, as she grabbed a bread roll.

"I'm not changing my mind." Conrad said, no emotion whatsoever. "I'll just sit on the bench anyways."

"Well, if you're not playing football anymore, what are you gonna do all summer?" Laurel asked.

Steven shot up in surprise, "Oh, dude, you can work at the club with me and Jere."

Conrad shook his head no though.

"Wait, you guys are working this summer?" Laurel asked in disbelief.

Jeremiah began talking, "Yeah, I'm lifeguarding and Steven's working in the snack shop."

Something seemed to spark in Susannah as well as she began rummaging through things.

"Oh Y/N and Belly! I almost forgot. I have a surprise for the two of you."

Two envelopes were in Susannah's hands. One addressed to Belly and the other addressed to me.

"What.. uhm. What is that?" Laurel stuttered.

"I got them both invitations to be a debutante." Susannah said proudly

There were a bunch of comments being made about the whole debutante ball and about Belly, but I zoned it all out, staring at the invitation.

"Y/N." Susannah's voice said, bringing me out of my state.

"Hm?" I asked.

She motioned to the envelope.

"Oh, yeah, I'll think about it..."

I walked up the stairs to the hall with all of the kids rooms. God, you could hear Steven belting to As the World Caves In.

I don't know how I was gonna do anything with him singing so loudly, so I grabbed a red bikini and changed into it, grabbing a towel and heading outside.

Of course, Conrad was sitting out there, but instead his feet were dipped in the water and he had a joint in his mouth.

I felt his gaze on me as I put my towel down and jumped into the cold water. I stayed under for two minutes before going back up for air.

"Wasn't sure if you were trying to drown yourself or not." Conrad said blatantly.

"Glad to see you wouldn't help even if I was." I said to the brunette sarcastically. "And I thought you said smoking pot was bad for you."

"Never said that." He stated.

"Pass." I said, motioning towards the joint in between his fingers.

"No." He laughed.

I rolled my eyes at him. And I still hated him.

"Hey, are you actually thinking about doing the debutante thing?" Conrad asked after a few minutes.

"Don't know, don't know why you would care either." I shot back at him.

"Why are you acting so different?" Conrad scoffed.

"You should be asking yourself that same thing." I said to the boy.

"Y/N, I know you." Conrad tried to say.

"Yeah? Do you?"

Before he could respond a scream was heard with the glass door being slid open.

"First bonfire of the summer!" Jeremiah's voice screamed. I heard Steven laugh and another set of footsteps.

"Can I come too?" It was Belly.

"Wait, I wanna go." I added in.

The boys looked at Belly and I.

"Uh no." Steven said.

I mean it, Steven is the most dramatic boy I have ever met.

"The moms are getting everything set up for your movie night." Jeremiah said to Belly and I.

The boys said their various goodbyes before running off.

Belly had grabbed my towel for me to dry off and the two of us went inside.

"Brownies are going in!" We heard Susannah say.

"Got put the DVD in please." Laurel said to us.

"I actually have a headache, I think I'm just gonna go to sleep early. It's been a busy travel day." I said to Laurel and Susannah.

"Aw, alright, honey. Goodnight, love you." Susannah said as she kissed my forehead. I gave Laurel a hug before walking up the stairs.

I turned around though, making eye contact with Belly and winking at her. She nodded in response. We had an idea.

As soon as I heard Belly's door close, I ran to her room with an assortment of clothing.

"Hi Taylor!" I said to the blonde on the phone.

"Hi Y/N!" She responded.

I changed in the corner of Belly's room as her and Taylor were discussing their new drama. They always added me in on new things going in which I appreciated.

"Oh my god, Taylor, Y/N's outfit is so cute." Belly said as she dragged me in the camera frame.

I was wearing a green flowy tube top that was sheer at the stomach and had a floral design with orange and pink colors. As well as a short white mini skirt.

"Belly, what's that pink thing in your bag?" I asked, pointing to a hot pink strap.

"That's the surprise!" Taylor shouted through the phone.

Belly pulled it out, revealing a short hot pink dress.

"Oh my god." Belly and I said in unison.

Belly laughed, "No way in hell. And won't you be able to see my underwear in that?"

"Wear a thong." I suggested.

Belly had gone into this rant about how unhygienic thongs are how they're basically flossing your butthole which Taylor and I laughed at.

Belly and I somehow sneaked past the moms as they watched their movie. I'm surprised they never saw us walk past them, but there was a mix of crying and laughter while watching the movie.

We walked to the beach, which was actually quite long considering the beach was our backyard, but they were further down.

As we made it closer, we could see a bonfire and here loud music.

"I'm gonna kill Taylor." Belly mumbled to me which made me laugh.

"Yo, gas station girl!" A man called out. We both turned our attention and he looked at least 20...

"You've gotten yourself a treat." I said, winking at her before walking away.

"Where you coming from?" The guy asked. I'll just say it. He was a weirdo.

"We just came from another party." I said, breaking in. Belly looked like she was gonna pass out.

"Sweet. Hey, take my beer." He said as he kept pushing his beer onto Belly.

She kept rejecting the beer, but he continued to insist.

"Got a boyfriend back home? Either of you?" He asked

I watched and spotted Steven in the crowd, but Belly seemed to have gotten to his name first.

"Steven!" She called out.

"What are you guys doing here?" He asked, looking at us. His eyes stayed on Belly for longer though, "And what the fuck are you wearing?"

Sadly, the gas station guy jumped in, "I invited her. So who the fuck are you?"

"I'm her brother and she's 15 you pedo." Steven snapped.

Belly stammered, "I-I'm almost 16."

I shot her a glare, knowing we were already in deep trouble.

I watched as Belly and Steven got into their little argument as he moved her away. God this was gonna be an embarrassing night.

She had tripped over something, I'm not even sure what, and fell and ate dirt...

I ran towards the poor girl who just fought back at my arms.

"Belly, it's me." I said to her calming her down.

I looked over to see Conrad standing with a girl who looked at Belly and I. Well everyone looked at Belly and I, but not as long as Conrad did.

"I thought you hated the Red Sox." I said to the brunette as. He had a Red Sox baseball cap on.

"Who are you?" The girl next to him asked.

"Who are you?" I asked her.

"Nicole, Conrad and I went to the deb ball last summer."

It felt like someone had stabbed me throughout my whole body. Like I was heartbroken again.

"Didn't you say that deb balls are bullshit and debs are sheep?" I asked Conrad.

"I didn't..." Conrad said, but I knew he wanted me to shut up.

"I hate you so much. Go fuck someone." I said to Conrad before walking off. Belly had already walked off before.

"You're an asshole, Y/N." Conrad shouted back.

I sat in the sand close to the water. Belly sat with me as well.

"I hate them, they're absolutely dicks." I said to her, throwing a rock into the water.

She didn't say anything, only hummed in response.

I watched out of the corner of my eye a boy tapping Belly's shoulder, "Flavia?

"Hi?" Belly questioned as she looked at me and him.

"It's me, Sextus."

"What did you just say to us?" I asked.

He stammered, "no, no, no, Sex-tus. From your seventh grade Latin Convention" He pointed to Belly.

I looked at Belly raising an eyebrow, seeing if this guy was normal. She nodded slowly.

I got up from the sand, brushing it off and walking to the other side of the campfire with not much light. I wanted to give Belly her night.

The water was cold as it reached my ankles. It was cold out and I could tell that I should've brought a jacket.

There was a lot of noise and rants coming from behind, but I didn't look, not until I saw Conrad's figure.

fuck. what did he get himself into.

I walked closer to the fight as someone had pushed Conrad and I was hit in the head with his elbow.

"Fuck." I grunted as I put a hand to my forehead.

"Are you okay?" I felt Jeremiah's arms around me.

"Cops! Cops!" I heard people yell.

Jeremiah had opened the door to his car for me, "You okay to buckle yourself up?"

"Yeah." I responded, holding ice to my head that they had used in a cooler.

"Okay, because Conrad's a big baby when he's drunk." Jeremiah muttered.

I saw Belly walking with the same guy, he didn't seem rude or anything, but we needed to get home.

"Belly, come on get in the car!" I yelled out to her.

"Cam can get me a ride home, right, Cam?" Belly asked the guy next to her.

He nodded eagerly "Yes, yes I can."

Jeremiah stepped into the conversation, "No, you're not getting into a car with someone you just met."

Cam held out his hand, "I'm Cam. Cameron."

"Your name is Cam Cameron?" I asked jokingly.

"No, it's j-just Cam, but we actually know each other from the Latin convention in 7th grade." He explained.

"Okay, no offense, but no, Belly, get in the car." Jeremiah ordered.

Cam, scratched the back of his head, "Um you should probably get into the car... but the whaling boat that I'm interning on leaves the dock at dawn every morning, so I was wondering you'd wanna come." He stuttered over some of his words, obviously flustered.

Belly laughed a little, "Uh yeah, yes. I mean how else will you get your hoodie back?"

It was absolutely so cute how flustered the two were with one another.

Jeremiah started the engine and then turned it off, "Fuck, Steven! Belly come with me, and Y/N, watch Conrad, we'll be right back."

He shut the door and with that I was left with a drunk passed out Conrad.

I felt as he touched my hair, "Your hair is always like a little kids, it's always a bit messy." Conrad said in awe.

I grabbed my hair back, putting it on my chest.

A knock on the window and a flashlight shown on my eyes made me already want to kill myself even more.

"Have you kids been drinking?" An officer asked. And at that moment. I knew we all fucked up.

"Officers, thank you for bringing them all home. I promise you it won't happen again."

The officers were let out and I never thought I would see Laurel angry, ever.

"How could you guys be so irresponsible?" Laurel asked as she looked at all of us.

Steven talked first, "Mom, it's not that big of a deal, it was a mistake. And the cops were looking to break up the bonfire either way."

"You don't think this is a big deal, Steven? The cops picked you guys up for underage drinking, that's a pretty big deal, Steven."

Laurel scoffed at us, "Were you guys smoking?"

"What?" Conrad asked loudly.

"Keep your voice down, Susannah's asleep on the couch." Laurel scolded.

"Just so you know Laurel, I didn't drink tonight... I was the DD, I swear." Jeremiah said, raising his hands up in defense.

She ignored his comment though, turning straight to Conrad.

"You're the oldest, what the hell has gotten into you recently?" She questioned them.

I had never been so scared in my life.

"And you two, since when did you guys ever leave the house without telling anyone? And what the hell are you wearing, Belly?"

"It's Taylor's. And why aren't Y/N and I allowed to go out?" Belly asked.

"It isn't that you guys aren't allowed to go out, of course you are, but you didn't tell us. How didi you guys even get there?"

"We walked..." I mumbled.

The rest of the five minutes we spent yelling quietly and arguing with one another.

Laurel sighed, "Just go to bed you guys."

She held back Conrad and I, "I know you both are going through things and you can always talk to me, but please, tell me what's going on."

"Nothing." I said before he could even answer. I moved past her hand, walking upstairs off to my room.

The silence in my room was interrupted not long after with a knock. I sighed as I opened the door. Conrad stood there, which I didn't expect at all.

"Hi." I said.

It was awkward... "You know you're gonna have a black eye tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah, and it's already tomorrow." I responded.

He nodded awkwardly, beginning to walk over to his room.

"Hey, do you remember anything that happened last night?" I asked. "Never mind, you were pretty wasted."

"I always remember everything when I drink."

I sat on the beach and I just kept replaying the events of the night before. God it made it seem like I liked Conrad Fisher again, which I didn't. Because I couldn't.

Speaking of Conrad, he had come behind me, smoking a joint.

"Let me have a puff." I said to him.

"No."

"Why?"

"My mom and Laurel would actually murder me."

"Fine. Since I can't smoke, then you can't either." I stated.

Conrad sighed, "Why do you even care?"

"It's bad for you. Just because we broke up doesn't mean I won't look for your best interest."

"Hey, let's go pick up some of the good muffins before everybody else gets up."

I just stared at Conrad.

"This summers going to be different. I'm sorry." I said to him, walking off towards the house.

#conrad fisher #tsitp season 1 #tsitp #the summer i turned pretty #jeremiah fisher #belly conklin #steven conklin #taylor jewel #conrad fisher x reader #conrad x y/n #summer

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bellaireland1981 · 11 months

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Classroom Visits

Summary: Your principal asks if you’d be willing to host some aviators to read to your second grade class for Read Across America... you don’t expect the Navy to send two very attractive men to entertain your students, but they end up capturing the hearts of your students...and one of them may just end up capturing your heart.

Pairings: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Female! Reader, Jake “Hangman” Seresin x OC Shay, appearances by other Daggers.

Word Count: 5110 ( I have zero chill, I swear)

Warnings: None- pure FLUFF

A/N: I do not own Top Gun Maverick characters but all OC/Reader inserts are my own. DO NOT COPY/TRANSLATE/REPOST my work to other platforms, I do NOT give permission to do so. Reblogs are ALWAYS welcome! SPECIAL thank you AS ALWAYS to @waywardodysseys and @beyondthesefourwalls for bouncing ideas, proofing, and encouraging me!! Y’all are the BEST!!

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“Alright my little chickadees, it’s that time of day again!” You called to your class, “Chairs up on your tables, take home folders in your backpacks. Line up at the door!”

Your classroom was a flurry of activity, everyone gathering their backpacks and putting up their chairs like you’d asked. You helped a few of your students put their papers into their bags, helped another with a stuck zipper, and another with a stubborn knot in their laces. Finally, everyone had their belongings and the bell rang to release them.

“Have a wonderful weekend! I will see all of your smiling faces on Monday!” You said, high fiving them one by one as they filed out of the room heading on their way.

You spent the next half hour straightening your classroom and prepping it for the following week so wouldn't have to worry about it Monday morning. With everything set up and organized, you grabbed your bag, shut off the lights and headed out for the weekend. You loved your students, but by the time the weekend rolled around, you needed the time to reset. Teaching a room full of second graders was exhausting.

“Y/N, before you leave, real quick,” your principal, Mrs. Owens called from the office as you passed. You stopped and stepped into the office to see what she needed.

“You need me to do something before heading out?” You asked her.

“Nothing right now, I just wanted to let you know I just got off the phone with a friend of mine who’s husband is an Admiral over at Top Gun.” she said, “Next week is Read Across America, and I reached out to see if we could get some Naval aviators to come read to the kids. Would you be interested in some guest readers in your class next week?”

“I would love that, Mrs. Owens.” You smiled, “The kids would be so excited. A few of my students have parents stationed at the various bases around here, so they get excited about all things Navy.”

“Perfect!” She said, “I’ll let you get out of here. Enjoy your weekend!”

“You too, Mrs. Owens.” You replied, “See you Monday.”

The next week, as promised, Mrs. Owens arranged for two aviators to come read to your class. You had spent the beginning of the week prepping your students for the visitors and they were all very excited. On the day of the visit you wore a simple blue maxi dress with denim jacket over it, pulling your hair back into a loose side braid, leaving some tendrils out to fall around your face in soft waves.

“Miss Y/L/N, when are they coming to read to us?” Jackson asked, as you were helping them get settled in from recess.

“They should be coming soon, Jackson.” You replied smiling, “Mrs. Owens said that a bunch of them were coming to read to several classrooms this morning. Are you all excited?”

“YES!” They all exclaimed, their energy level had been buzzing all day.

Before you could direct them to the next lesson, there was a knock at the door.

Mrs. Owens stepped into the room followed by two very tall and impossibly good looking aviators in service khakis. One had brown hair that looked to have been slightly lightened by the sun and a mustashe that should look ridiculous but he managed to make it look good. The other one was slightly shorter, but would still tower over you and had blonde hair, cut short and styled neatly.

Your kids stood frozen in awe of the men, you chuckled, looking towards Mrs. Owens, amused by their reaction. She had a warm smile on her face, amused by the kids as well.

“Good morning boys and girls,” She said greeting your class, “You have some special visitors today who would like to share a couple of books with you. I trust you’ll show them your best behavior and make them feel welcome!”

“Yes, Mrs. Owens!” They assured her, suddenly unfrozen.

“Miss Y/L/N, this is Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw and Lieutenant Jake Seresin,” Mrs. Owens introduced you to the aviators, “I’ll leave them in your care. Gentlemen, thank you once again for taking time out of your busy schedule to come read to the kiddos, it means so much to them.”

“It’s our pleasure ma’am.” Jake said.

“It’s very nice to meet you Miss Y/L/N.” Bradley said, smiling at you.

“You too, Lieutenant Bradshaw.” You replied, returning his smile “Welcome to our classroom.”

“We’re happy to be here.” Jake said.

You turned to your class, “Alright my little chickadees, since our visitors are here to read you some books, I think it’ll be easier to assemble around the reading rug.” You directed, “Quickly and quietly find a spot on the rug and don’t forget to give your neighbor some elbow space.”

“I’ll let you decide who gets to go first.” You said, smiling at the men, “Once they’re settled you can take a seat at the front of the rug.”

“I’ll kick it off.” Bradley offered.

“Perfect” You smiled, handing him ‘Horton Hears a Who’, “This is one of their favorites.”

You walked him to the front where the kids were all settled and waiting patiently.

“Give your best listening ears to Lietuenant Bradshaw, chickadees.” You said. “He’s going to read, ‘Horton Hears a Who’.”

“Yes Miss. Y/L/N.” They said, smiling at you, giving you a thumbs up. You chuckled, making your way to the back where Jake was sitting against the back counter smliing and taking git all in.

Bradley captured their attention and started to read the book to them. He changed his voice for different characters and made the kids giggle throughout the entire book. The kids weren’t the only ones captivated by the mustached aviator, nor the only one to notice.

Jake glanced over at you, noticing your attention fully engaged on Bradley and smirked. He was apparently going to be wingman for Rooster at a reading event today.

“So you call them your chickadees, huh?” He whispered, flashing a smile.

“My best friend and coworkers accuse me of being a mother hen to my students.” You chuckled softly, glancing over at him, “So they started calling my students my chicks.”

“Guess it’s fitting that Rooster is the first to read to the Chicks then today.” He winked, then seeing your confusion smiled and explained, “It’s his callsign.”

“That’s perfect” You replied, smiling widely and stealing a glance at the man still reading animatedly to your students. “What’s yours?”

“Hangman.” He answered.

“Like the word game?” You asked. “The kids love that game. You should play it with them before you leave.”

“That would be a much better reason for the name.” He replied, smiling, “I do ejoy the game though and would be happy to entertain them.”

Your gaze wandered back to man reading and you laughed softly his antics as he read. He was really good with the kids, they were all completely engaged and hanging on his every word.

“He’ll be a tough act to follow.” Jake said, playfully. “He’s good with crowds though. You should see him on a piano.”

“I’m sure you’ll have them eating out of your hand.” You said, smiling, “Piano, huh?”

“Yeah, he entertains the crowd at The Hard Deck most nights we’re all in there” He said, “You should come check it out sometime. It’s a great place.”

“I’ve heard of it.” You said, “My friend recently went with a guy she’s started to date.”

All of your students started clapping and cheering for Bradley who had finished the book and was standing up, taking a bow, smiling at your class.

“Are you all ready for another book?” Bradley asked the kids.

“YES!” They all said cheering.

“Alright, my friend and wingman, Lietuenant Seresin is going to read the next book to you,” Bradley said, “I think he needs some cheers to come up here, can you do that?”

They all started clapping and cheering again as Jake made his way to the front of the class, laughing and tagging out with Bradley, who came back to stand next to you in the back.

Jake started reading ‘The Cat in the Hat” to the kids, another one they really enjoyed. He too got into it with different voices and was an animated reader. Whoever chose these two to come into the schools, knew what they were doing, that’s for sure.

“You did fantastic.” You whispered, smiling over at Bradley.

“Thank you.” He replied, pink tinging his cheeks as he smiled back. “They’re great kids, very well behaved.”

“They are pretty amazing.” You agreed, “This group is probably one of my favorite groups I’ve had since I started teaching.”

“I bet you say that about every class.” He said, smirking. “Like every parent says every kid is their favorite.”

“There might be a little truth to that.” You chuckled.

Jake had the kids giggling at the voices he was using and the way he was reading the book. Your heart melted at the way these two interacted with your students. You would definitely be having them all make thank you cards to send to them later.

“I’m not sure how the two of you ended up on reading duty, but they couldn’t have chosen better people for the job.” You said softly, smiling over at Bradley.

“We volunteered.” He replied returning your smile, “Our whole squad is actually here today. The admiral asked for a couple of volunteers but we all started arguing over who should get to come so he told your principal he’d send us all and we could be her problem for the day.”

“I love that.” You chuckled, “Thank You, it really means the world to these kids…and to me.”

“We’re more than happy to do it.” He replied, “It’s fun and to be fair most of us are still just big kids anyway.”

Jake finished the book and the kids gave him lots of cheers and applause.

“Miss Y/L/N told me you all like to play a fun little game called… Hangman.” Jake said, smiling, “That just happens to be my callsign, which is like a nickname we get as pilots. Who feels like playing a few rounds with me?”

Needless to say your entire class was on board.

“Alright, everyone back to your desks.” You instructed, “Once everyone is seated we’ll turn on the board.”

You made your way to the front of the room where your smart board was and waited for the kids to get settled.

Jake followed you up and you gave him a quick tutorial of the board after turning it on, showing him how to use it.

“There’s a word wall at the back if you need words they’ll be more familiar with.” You smiled, “Or this week’s spelling words are on the bulletin board to your right.”

“Perfect.” He said, smiling.

Several games of Hangman later, and with promises for them to come back and visit again another day, the Aviators are saying their goodbyes to your class.

“What do we say to our visitors for coming in today, my little Chickadees?” You asked your class.

“THANK YOU!” They all called to the men.

“You’re welcome.” The two answered, both smiling widely.

You walked with them to the door, thanking them again for taking time to come in.

“Anytime, Miss Y/L/N.” Bradley said, smiling. Had he met you anywhere other than in a class full of seven and eight year olds he’d have definitely asked you out.

“Maybe join your friend at The Hard Deck one evening and we’ll see you again.” Jake winked, trying again to help his wingman out.

“You never know.” You chuckled, “Stay safe. You’ve now got a classroom full of little fans.”

“Will do.” They agreed.

The rest of the day went quickly after that. Your students were very keyed up after the visit, so not a whole lot got done until after lunch. The next day you had them all create thank you cards and write messages to Bradley and Jake. You bundled them all together with a ribbon, adding a note of your own thanking them again, and put the bundle into a large manilla envelope writing their names on the outside. During your lunch break you walked it down to the office to your principal to see if she had either an address to send it to or if she’d be able to deliver it via her friend.

“Mrs. Owens, do you have a minute?” You asked, knocking on her door.

“Of course, Y/N!” She smiled, waving you in, “What can I do for you?”

“The kids really loved having the aviators in yesterday to read to them.” You said, “They made them both thank you cards, I was wondering if you had an address we can send them to or if your friend could deliver them for us?”

“That’s such a sweet idea.” She said, “I’m actually having lunch with her today to talk about how it went. I’ll take them to her! I’m assuming it went well then?”

“It was amazing.” You gushed, “They were so good with the kids and read to them with so much enthusiasm. The kids loved them. They stuck around for a bit after reading and played a few games too. It’s something my kiddos will remember for a very long time.”

“Fantastic!” Mrs.Owens beamed, “We’ve tried to get something like this up and running in the past, but it just never seemed to stick. I think we’ll try it again next year since it was such a success. Others have said their students loved it too.”

“Thank you so much for organizing this.” You said. “Here’s the cards from the kids.”

By the time Friday rolled around again you were definitely ready for the weekend. You decided to pick up groceries on the way home so you could spend the weekend relaxing doing stuff you enjoyed rather than running errands.

You were tossing coffee pods in your cart when you heard someone call your name. Turning, you saw Jake walking towards you.

“Thought that was you.” He smiled, “Would have been kinda awkward had it not been.”

“I’m sure you’d have recovered.” You laughed.

“Probably.” He shrugged, “The cards from the kids were cute. Thank you. Bradley and I had a blast reading them.”

“I’m glad you liked them!” You beamed, “They had so much fun with you two visiting and they poured their little hearts into making the cards special. They even cut into their recess time to finish them.”

“Wow, now I’m even more honored.” He said, “The rest of the squad was jealous that we got individual cards from all the kids. They got a generic card signed by students.”

“I’ve always been accused of being a little extra…” You shrugged, “My co-workers usually tell me I do too much.”

“Nah, you’ll be the one those kids remember for years to come, Y/N.” Jake assured you. “Don’t let anyone dull that sparkle.”

“Thank you.” You replied smiling, feeling your face heat at the praise.

“So I learned something very interesting last night,” Jake said, a mischievous glint entering his bright green eyes. “We have a mutual friend in common…”

“We do?” You asked, “Who’s that?”

“The friend you mentioned? The one who told you about The Hard Deck…” Jake replied, “I’m the one she was with.”

“You’re the one that Shay’s dating?” You asked, smiling brightly, “That’s amazing!”

“She’s pretty amazing.” Jake agreed, “It’s still new, but I really hope to keep seeing her. We’re actually going to The Hard Deck tonight. Bradley will be there… you should definitely come.”

“That’s super subtle.” You laughed. “If you’re this good of a wingman in the air as you are on the ground, I have no doubt that your team’s in good hands up there.”

“I didn’t used to be.” He admitted, “But, there’s not much I wouldn’t do for them now. But honestly, Bradshaw’s one the best guys I know. You made quite the impression on him too.”

“I’ll think about coming.” You said, “It could be fun. It’s been awhile since I’ve been able to hang out with Shay too.”

“You definitely should.” He insisted. “You won’t regret it. I’ll have Shay text you when we’re there.”

“Ok.” You said, “I guess I’ll see you later.”

“Yes!” He cheered, “I’ll see you later!”

After leaving the grocery store you headed home and put away the groceries. You were making dinner a while later when your phone started to play your ringtone. You smiled, seeing it was Shay.

“Hey!” You answered, “What’s up?”

“Holy Shit, I didn’t realize it was Jake that was in your class this week!” She exclaimed, “Y/N! You absolutely have to come tonight!”

“So I take it he’s talked to you since the grocery store run in.” You laughed.

“Yeah, he just got here.” She said, “I was actually trying to figure out a way to get you and Bradley to meet after meeting him the first time because you two are honestly PERFECT for each other. This is fate Y/N. You’re coming tonight right?”

“Wow, no pressure though, right?” You asked laughing, “Yeah… I’ll come.”

“I’ll send you a text when we’re on our way to the bar.” She replied. “Can’t wait!”

“I’ll see you later. It’ll be fun.” You said.

After hanging up you finished making dinner then decided to grab a shower and get ready. You didn’t want to go overboard with your outfit, so you decided on a simple short floral skirt with a white button up shirt that you left unbuttoned at the bottom and tied it up at the waist. You decided to leave your hair down, letting it fall in soft waves down your back. You put on light makeup and sprayed on your favorite perfume before slipping on a pair of sandals.

You’d just finished getting ready when Shay texted to let you know that they were just heading out to The Hard Deck now. You sent a text back letting her know you’d meet her there shortly. Needless to say, nerves were now starting to settle in. You didn't want things to be awkward. What if Bradley wasn’t really interested? Jake could say he was, but he could be wrong. Bradley had been sweet when he’d been in your classroom but that didn’t mean he was interested in anything with you. Now that you knew Shay was seeing Jake, odds were if they continued to date your paths would cross, so if tonight went badly, it would make for really awkward get togethers in the future.

It had taken a minute to give yourself a pep talk, gather your purse and head out the door, but you’d made it to The Hard Deck not too long after Shay had texted you. After finding a parking spot, you headed into the bar.

“Y/N!” You heard your name. Glancing over in the direction it came from, you saw Shay waving and Jake smiling where they were sitting at a high top table close to the dart board. A few others were with them, you assumed other officers, possibly aviators in the same squadron with Jake and Bradley. You didn’t see Bradley though. You headed in the direction of your friend, zig-zagging between people in order to get there.

“Popular place tonight.” You said, as you finally reached the table. Shay hopped off the chair she’d been sitting on to hug you. With both of your schedules, it had been a bit since you’d been able to actually hang out. Jake stood up, grabbing a chair to scoot it up to the table for you to sit down next to Shay.

“Glad you could make it out.” He smiled, “What can I get you to drink, Sparkles?”

“Sparkles, huh?” You laughed, questioning the nickname. “That’s what you’re goin’ with?”

“Absolutley.” He smirked, winking, “It was that or Little Hen.”

“If those are the choices, I think I’d go with Sparkles,” Shay laughed.

“Ok then.” You smiled, accepting your fate. “Sparkles it is?”

“Perfect!” Jake agreed, “Now that that’s settled, watcha drinkin’, Sparkles?”

“Vodka cranberry, please.” You replied, “Thanks, Jake.”

“My pleasure.” He smiled, then turned to Shay “Sweetheart, you need another while I’m up there?”

“Yes please!” She said.

“Sit tight,” He said, “I’ll be right back.” Jake headed towards the bar, easily making his way through the crowd.

You turned to Shay and smirked as you caught her watching him walk to the bar.

“Things seem to be going really well so far with you two.” You said, “From the couple of encounters I’ve had with him, he seems like a really great guy.”

“It’s going really well, Y/N.” She gushed, “I REALLY like him… like REALLY REALLY like him. He’s so attentive when we’re together and he’s fun, and sweet, and charming, I mean…you have eyes… you can see he’s pretty much sex on legs.”

“I did notice the extreme attractiveness of the two aviators that came to my classroom, yes.” You laughed. “I’m glad it’s going well. It’s nice to see you so happy.”

“We’re definitely taking it slow.” She said, “We’ve both been burned but can see this being the real deal and don’t want to mess it up.”

“Then slow is a good idea.” You agreed.

“Here you lovely ladies go.” Jake said, placing your drinks in front of you. “Did I miss anything?”

“Just talkin’ about you.” Shay winked, “Thanks, Jake.”

“Uh oh.” He winced playfully. “That could potentially be bad.”

“Nah,” You denied, thanking him again for the drink, adding, “We were actually commenting on the Navy’s abnormally high number of unfairly attractive aviators.”

“And now you’ve gone and given him an even bigger ego.” A female voice groaned coming from your left.

“Ignore her.” Jake winked, “Keep the compliments comin’, Sparkles.”

“That was pretty much the extent to the conversation.” You shrugged, smiling apologetically, “Sorry, Jake.”

“It’s ok, Sparkles, this is Natasha or Phoenix.” Jake said. “Phoenix, this is Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” She said, “I’ve actually heard all about you from Hangman and Rooster. Seems they won the classroom lottery this week.”

“Nice to meet you too.” You replied, smiling, “My students were still giddy about their visit when they left for the weekend.”

“The cards were adorable too!” She said, “Our whole squad was actually saying we might all adopt your classroom.”

“I’ve got 24 little chicakdees that would adore that.” You beamed.

“Wait, hold up!” Jake complained, “Those little chicks belong to Rooster and me! We had them first.”

“Sharing is caring Hangman.” Phoenix said, “Right, Y/N? I’ll bet your students even know that rule.”

“It’s one they’re still working on.” You admitted, “But by second grade they’re better than in kindergarten.”

“I should have put that together when you were talking about the little chicks you read to that night after going into the school.” Shay laughed, “I can’t believe it took until you showed me the cards. I thought the classroom must have had literal chicks in them.”

“They matched the two of you to the perfect room” Phoenix laughed, “Rooster got to read to little chicks!”

“He did,” Jake agreed,winking at you “And a certain Sparkly little Hen caught his eye too.”

“I’m gonna need someone to fill me in here.” Phoenix said, looking confused.

“We’ve always said Y/N is a mother hen to her students…and people she loves.” Shay explained. “So she started calling her students her chickadees or chicks.”

“That’s adorable!” Phoenix exclaimed, looking over at you. You could feel heat creeping up over your neck into your face. You busied yourself with your drink to avoid eye contact.

“Alright, no embarrassing Sparkles” Jake said, “Come play a game of pool with Coyote, Fanboy and me. Let’s give Shay and Y/N a chance to catch up.”

He dropped a kiss on top of Shay’s head and sent a wink your way before leading Phoenix away, giving you and Shay a chance to talk.

“See?” She said, “He’s perfect.”

“He’s pretty great” You agreed. “Honestly… the anticipation of seeing Bradley is giving me serious anxiety. It might have been better for me to just wait and show up later in the night.”

“It’ll be ok.” She assured you. “He usually comes in not long after everyone else, so I’m guessing he’ll be here any minute.”

“Unless he’s got a hot date tonight and isn’t coming.” You reasoned.

“Well if he does it’s his loss and you’ll get to hang with us and have fun!” She said, “Plus there are other hot aviators in the bar!”

“Don’t let Jake hear you say that” You teased, taking a sip of your drink. “Although, I am starting to think that’s a prerequisite for being accepted into flight school.”

The two of you sipped your drinks and got caught up while watching the very lively game of pool happening not far from where you’re sitting. When your drinks are out you offer to go grab refills while Shay goes to determine who’s currently winning the game of pool.

You make it to the bar without too much trouble and hop up onto a barstool to wait for the bartender to be done serving another customer. You let your eyes wander over the bar, taking it all in. You chuckle when you look over to the group at the pool table even more animated than when you and Shay were watching them.

“What can I get for you?” The bartender asked, smiling warmly at you. You gave her Shay’s and your drink orders and she started making them immediately. Once done she slid them over to you, looking behind you and smiling widely, “Hey Rooster, figured I’d see you at some point. Usual for you?”

“Hey, Pen.” He replied, smiling, “Yes please, add this lovely lady’s drinks to my tab tonight too.”

“Was gonna throw this round on Hangman’s.” Penny winked. “Want me to add yours to his tab”

“Tempting.” Bradley laughed. “Nah, put it all on mine.” She nodded and reached into the fridge and pulled out a bottle of beer, handing it to him once she’d popped the top off. “Thanks.”

“Hey,” You smiled, “Thanks for the drink.”

“It’s good to see you again.” He said, smiling back at you, “And it’s my pleasure. I was really glad to see you sitting at the bar when I walked in.”

“It wasn’t in my original plan for tonight.” You admitted, “But I ran into Jake at the grocery store after work. Turns out the person he’s been seeing is my best friend. Between the two of them, they didn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.”

“No kidding?” He chuckled, “Shay’s your best friend? She’s great. Jake’s a lot… more settled, happier since they started seeing one another.”

“Shay’s really happy too.” You smiled, “It’s nice to see.”

“Want to head over and join that chaotic crew?” He asked.

“Sure.” You laughed. “They were in a very… lively game of a pool. I’m not sure who was winning but it was getting a little exciting from what we could tell.”

“That’s every game of…everything.” Bradley laughed, “We’re a competitive bunch.”

“I can see it.” You acknowledged.

You grabbed your drink and Shay’s and walked over to the group, handing Shay her drink when you got there.

“About time Bradshaw!” Jake said when you walked over, “Phoenix was telling Sparkles the rest of the squad is going to try to poach our chicks! I told her they were ours first. Back me up here! We don’t have to share our little chicks!”

“Sparkles?” Bradley asked chuckling, glancing down at you. You smiled and shrugged. “Didn’t the rest of you get classrooms of your own? Can’t you keep going into those rooms? It wouldn’t be fair to the other kids if only Y/N’s students got regular visits.”

“SEE?” Jake exclaimed, “Y’all have your OWN classrooms. Sparkles’ classroom and chicks are OURS.”

“I’m really feeling very loved here.” You laughed. “I don’t think I’ve ever had people fighting over volunteering in my classroom before.”

“Seriously?” Bradley asked, shock on his face. “Sweetheart, I’d bet my paycheck that you have people lining up to volunteer in your classroom. I bet you never have problems filling spots for field trips or class parties or any of that.”

“I mean…” you hedged, “I don’t, but that’s because I just get really lucky and always have strong parent/guardian vounteer numbers in my classes each year.”

“Y/N, do the 1st and 3rd grade teachers report the same thing?” Shay asked pointedly, “Or do they mysteriously have issues finding volunteers again?”

“I don’t know” You said, “They might have issues… maybe they just get busier? Things come up.”

“OR….” Jake intejrects, “It’s YOU that they gravitate towards, Sparkles. Remember that conversation earlier? Being ‘extra’? Adding the sparkle? They volunteer because of YOU. Years down the road, those kids remember YOU.”

“I see where the ‘Sparkles’ came from now.” Shay said smiling. “It fits.”

“Yes, it does.” Bradley agreed, smiling at you. “So it’s agreed, Jake and I have claimed your classroom. The chicks are ours.”

“And Sparkles is Rooster’s” Jake adds, winking at you.

“JAKE!” Shay said, elbowing him in the side.

“What?” He asked, feigning innocence. “I swear, y’all yell at me when I’m not your wingman and you yell at me when I AM your wingman… this is exhausting.”

“YOU’RE exhausting Bagman!” Phoenix said, rolling her eyes.

“I’m not opposed to that statement.” You said, smiling softly at Bradley, who had turned absolutely red at Jake’s words. His eyes shot up to your own, gauging if you were serious. Seeing the answer he was looking for, he let out the breath he’d been holding, smiling back at you.

“I didn’t feel like asking you on a date in front of 24 second graders was probably appropriate,” Bradley admitted, “But I wanted to.”

“We’re not in front of my second graders now.” You pointed out, smirking.

“No we’re not.” He agreed, “Y/N, would you like to go on a date with me?”

“I would really love to go on a date with you.” You said, smiling brightly.

“OOOO, Rooster’s gotta DATE!” Coyote called, cheering loudly. Jake and Fanboy joined in. Shay just looked over at you helplessly laughing.

“Shut it!” Bradley called to them, rolling his eyes, “Act like y’all are old enough to be in a bar.”

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episode 1: old scars and future hearts [fast times and fast nights]

featured: kelly piquet, max verstappen, daniil kvyat, jupiter nightshade, venus nightshade, roxanne castle, fernando alonso

word count: 3498

kelly piquet and max verstappen? no, there was a time — for several years — that it was kelly piquet and daniil kvyat. while they were never on the grid simultaneously, they were always together, be it when daniil was in the toro rosso or red bull, or kelly when she was in the williams or the red bull. it came as a shock to everyone when they announced their split. because, well, they have a kid: a bright, beautiful and sweet girl named penelope. what business did max verstappen have being involved with red bull driver, kelly piquet, right after the end of that relationship?

kelly piquet (red bull driver): daniil and i split a very long time ago. we are doing great at co-parenting penelope. she understands that we no longer live in the same house. she has handled it very well up to now, even with the addition of max into our little family. it should be a good sign, but it's kind of worrying, realistically.

→ daniil’s apartment, january 2024

penelope lies across the sofa with her head on daniil's lap as they watch the program on the television screen. penelope lifts her head and turns to lie on her stomach, resting her cheek on his clothed lap and looks up at him.

"are you coming with mummy and me to bahrain?"

"aw, p," daniil sighs, brushing away the hair that's fallen on her face. "you know i don't work in formula 1 anymore, right? i race other cars now."

"yeah," penelope sighs. "but you used to come with me to mummy's races."

"uncle max will take you with him," daniil laughs. it's funny because they'd just had this same conversation last night right before she fell asleep. perhaps it was the sleepiness taking over her and now she doesn't remember the conversation ever happening?

or maybe she's asking one more time for good measure.

penelope purses her lips and raises an eyebrow. "uncle max isn't my new daddy, is he?"

"do you not like him? i thought mummy said you were getting along well?"

"i do." she scrambles to sit up and sighs, throwing her head back. "what am i going to do while mummy is racing? what if i get bored? there's no one to play with!"

"silly!" daniil laughs, hands grabbing her stomach to tickle her. penelope shrieks, shrivelling up into a ball as she tries to fight his hands. "uncle max will be with you!”

max verstappen (head of rbr advertising, kelly piquet’s boyfriend): the goal isn’t to be her dad. she already has one, so that’s not what i’m here for. but we do get along well! she’s a very lovely kid.

daniil kvyat: p always talks about max and how much fun he is. she’s always liked him in the red bull garage, so there’s no hard feelings there.

→ max’s condo complex, january 2024

“maxie!” penelope shrieks, throwing her arms around max’s legs.

“oh, hey, mate,” daniil greets him with a handshake and a hug. “how’s everything been?”

max smiles. “pretty good!” he looks down at penelope. “did you have fun at your dad’s, p?”

penelope nods before running into his apartment. “yeah! we went to the water park!” she holds her arms out. “where’s the cats?”

“p, be gentle with the cats!” daniil calls out into the apartment before looking at max apologetically. “i’m sorry, mate. she really missed the cats. even begged me to get one so that she’d have cats in two homes.”

max presses his lips together. “it’s a trap. don’t get cats, mate. they’re amazing, but god.”

daniil laughs, handing max penelope’s bag. “i seriously considered it for a while! but i won’t be around much, so it seems cruel.”

“i know what you mean,” max grins. “i saw you’re driving for prema this year in wec! congrats, mate!”

“it’s exciting! how’s the red bull car?”

max shrugs. “haven’t seen it yet. next week, maybe. right before the public launch.”

daniil sighs. “well, i’ve got to run. i’ll see you next weekend to pick her up! be safe!”

daniil kvyat: we’re all adults. no reason to harbour feelings just because he’s with my ex-girlfriend.

❝do you think penelope will try and be a racer herself like her mum? or do you reckon she’s got no interest in the racing scene like both of you?❞

kelly piquet: preferably not! [laughs] it’s such a cutthroat sport — i’d prefer if she didn’t subject herself to this kind of stress. but i’ll support her if she wants to.

→ daniil's apartment, january 2024

penelope jumps off the couch. "can we watch tv?"

daniil walks out of the kitchen with two cups, both filled with orange juice. he walks over to the small girl cuddled up on the couch in her pyjamas with a stuffed kangaroo. "what do you feel like watching, p?"

"can we rewatch one of mummy's races?" penelope asks, slowly moving to hang her head at the edge of the couch. "i want to watch the one where she's racing against auntie jupiter."

daniil kvyat (prema driver for wec, kelly piquet's ex-boyfriend): p has been very fond of jupiter since they met in the garage of the red bull a couple years ago. to p, jupiter is the world champion of her era. she loves roxanne, sure, but she sees jupiter in a whole different light. jupiter and i are on good terms – doesn't really matter to me if p spends time with her.

kelly piquet: actually, i don't want my kid around jupiter. i don't need my sweet baby taking after her recklessness.

jupiter nightshade (red bull driver, 4-time world champion): baby penelope, oscar and i love playing with hot wheels in my garage – i let her win all the time. oscar, though, is quite ruthless.

oscar piastri (mechanical engineering major at the university of bristol, jupiter nightshade's boyfriend): [giggling softly with a hand over his mouth] it's funny. i'm the reigning champion in our hot wheels competition. p doesn't mind, though. she's a good sport.

→ silverstone gp, 2023

jupiter sighs, dropping to her knees as she wraps her arms around the young girl. penelope scrunches face face as her hands come up to cover her eyes. behind them, oscar pumps his fist into the air, hopping over to the pair on the ground.

jupiter whirls around slightly, swatting at her dancing boyfriend. she shoots him a glare and gestures at the sobbing girl in her arms.

he clears his throat and wipes the smile from his face. he purses his lips together as he faces the crying girl. "aw, p! i thought you said it was okay if uncle ozzy won?" oscar coos, tapping her shoulder lightly. "do you want to play a second round? i'm sure i won out of pure luck."

penelope peeks from jupiter's shoulder with a hand on her lips. "yes."

oscar piastri: that's what she said to me when we first started playing. how was i supposed to kn– [throws his arms into his lap and sighs heavily] i'm not very good with kids.

kelly piquet: oscar, i like. he's an honest kid. he's the kind of influence i want p around. but i don't know... him with jupiter? she's a bad influence on him. but for some reason, i can't keep p away from her.

→ bahrain, pre-season testing, 2024

max walks into the red bull racing home, a bag over his shoulder with a tiny hand wrapped around his. he looks down at the younger girl and shakes her hand. “excited to visit mummy at work?”

penelope, with one hand on the railings and the other locked in max’s, stomps up the stairs as she hums happily. “yes! i wanna try on mummy’s new helmet. and the car! yeah, her car!”

he laughs, grabbing both her hands and lifting her into the air for the last few steps. he puts her down at the top of the steps and drops her hands. “we can watch from mummy’s garage with uncle christian!”

“you mean grandpa christian!” penelope giggles with a hand in her mouth. she whirls around towards the long hallway stretch and screeches. she takes off, screaming for her auntie jupiter, stopping right by her door.

“p, shouldn’t we find mummy first?”

max could hear kelly’s relentless reminders to him this morning before she had left their hotel room. make sure penelope doesn't find jupiter. but she is a five-year-old: there is no way he will drag her into the politics of everything.

“but we’re already here!” she balls her hands into fists, winding her arm back to start knocking on the door.

but the door opens before she can try and grab jupiter’s attention. a taller figure towers over her, immediately swooping her up into their arms. “baby penelope!”

she screeches and writhes in laughter when fingers dig into the side of her stomach. “auntie jupiter!”

“i thought i heard your tiny little feet against the floor,” jupiter giggles, promptly putting her back on the ground. she drops to her knees to meet the girl’s height and keeps a hand on her back. “how have you been? did you miss me?”

“is uncle ozzy here?” penelope cranes her neck to try and get a glance inside the room. “i brought cookies!”

jupiter looks behind her, finding max smiling at her politely with a paper bag in his hands. “we bought them on the way.”

“uncle ozzy will be here later,” jupiter smiles. “did you enjoy the holidays?”

“yes! i had two christmases!” penelope beams, holding two fingers up to emphasise her point. “i had so many presents!”

jupiter tilts her head. “what new toys did you get?”

penelope’s eyes widen, shaking excitedly in her arms. “i got a new hot wheels set. can we play later?” she grabs the sleeve of jupiter’s shirt. “please? with uncle ozzy? i won’t cry this time.”

the driver laughs. “of course! i spent christmas with uncle ozzy in melbourne. he’s got this koala stuffy that we bought for you; i’ll give it to you later, okay?”

penelope claps, nodding. “okay!”

jupiter nightshade: my dislike for piquet has absolutely nothing to do with baby penelope. daniil and i were teammates a while back, so that also helped, i guess. and how can you not love baby penelope? she is absolutely adorable and delightful! i've got two siblings of my own – both considerably younger than i am – so that experience really helps with my budding friendship with penelope.

venus nightshade (sophomore ferrari driver): my name is venus nightshade – i'm jupiter nightshade's little sister. this is my second year in formula one and i drive with ferrari.

→ monaco gp, 2023

mercedes team radio sonnet pham: it looks like they're going to sacrifice little nightshade

❝venus nightshade, the pole sitter for the baku track finds herself crossing the chequered flag in p5 after a late pitstop. while her teammate, veteran, natalia bunbury won the monaco gp, with fellow rookie, aella gutierrez just three seconds behind in the mclaren.❞

venus stands by the red bull racing home, hands over her eyes as she looks up hopelessly at her older sister. “i don’t understand. i could have converted that pole to a win.”

“they didn’t pit you when your tyres have deteriorated?” jupiter presses her palm against her forehead, pushing her hair away from her face. she has a hand on her hip as she turns away to start pacing. “that’s so stupid! christian never would have missed that!”

“i had no grip on the track so i spun out at the corner.” the younger girl drops her head with a frown. “i’m sorry.”

jupiter halts where she is. she turns around sharply and raises an eyebrow. “why are you apologising?”

venus, with tears in her eyes just sighs. she looks away and turns away from jupiter. “i feel kinda hopeless. i can’t go against the team.”

“yes, you can,” jupiter scoffs with a raised eyebrow. “do you want me to talk to them? fred’s gonna get an–“

“piter,” venus sighs tiredly, shaking her head. “don’t. i’m already talked about enough because i’m related to you.”

“but venus-”

“jupiter,” venus repeats her name in a firmer tone. jupiter finally takes a look at her younger sister and there’s a certain assuredness to her that makes her stand down. “don’t do anything. stay out of this.”

the red bull driver’s shoulder slumps slightly with a soft sigh. she holds her hands up to surrender to venus’s wishes. “okay.”

but when you know you’ve got the power to make at least one person’s life better, you’d do it, right? especially when that person is your little sister trying to make a name for herself in the same sport you’re in? you’d want to see her succeed as much as you have.

→ bahrain gp, 2024

“what the fuck, jupiter! i told you to stay out of it!” venus shrieks, throwing her arms into the air. “i’m only a rookie – what right have i got to demand being prioritised over nat?”

jupiter rolls her eyes with an exasperated sigh. “i didn’t tell fred to ‘prioritise’ you. i told him to get his shit together before he loses a good rookie.”

“that’s the same thing!” venus runs her hands through her hair, laughing dryly as she tugs at her roots. “i told you to stay out of it! that’s something i can only say if i can prove to the team that i’m worth considering for the long term.”

“you’ve proved yourself enough,” jupiter answers, shooting her sister an incredulous stare. “you’re almost always on par with nat every weekend. i was trying to help!”

“well, you didn’t! now everyone thinks i’m trying to use my world-champion sister for an easy way out!”

“who said that to you? tell me.”

“jupiter! you don’t get it!”

jupiter nightshade: i was just trying to help her out. i mean, it’s been an ongoing problem with ferrari, right? i can’t speak for nat, but now that my sister’s on the team… how could i have not?

venus nightshade: it’s not the imagine i want everyone to have of me. i want to be respected and climb my way up just like everybody else. i don’t want to use my relation with jupiter to get there.

roxanne castle (aston martin driver, 2-time world champion): i get where venus is coming from, but also jupiter’s side of things. when i started as a rookie, nando was already a driver in f1. he tried his best to make my transition into the sport easier by pulling strings and doing whatever he could. sure, i got a lot of flack for it, but in his eyes, he just wanted to help.

❝reports say that roxanne castle and fernando alonso were avoiding one another at the paddocks today. could the rumours that fernando was pulling strings behind the scenes come to fruition? is it safe to say that it’s coming between their relationship?❞

❝some staff members of ferrari say that they heard screaming and fighting coming from fernando alonso’s driver’s room.❞

fernando alonso (2-time world champion): just wanted to see my wife (then girlfriend) succeed. [shrugs] what did you expect me to do?

— breaking: fernando alonso announces retirement from formula 1 at the end of the 2023 season.

— breaking: daniel ricciardo to drive for aston martin in 2024

— breaking: red bull junior driver, charlotte miller, promoted to the alphatauri team after ricciardo’s departure

→ abu dhabi gp, 2023

❝this is your last race in your very long career in formula 1. how do you feel?❞

fernando slightly frowns, glancing at roxanne at the far end of the couch. “pretty good, actually. but, i won’t disappear altogether — i’m helping aston martin with car developments and other things with the car.”

he hears an exasperated sigh from the other end of the couch. he moves slightly and laughs at his wife rolling her eyes.

“she is not very happy with my retirement.”

roxanne picks up her mic and wipes a tear from her eye. “i like being teammates with him.”

fernando grins. “i think i will miss her more than i miss racing.”

→ parc ferme, abu dhabi, 2023

❝we bid goodbye to yet another racing legend, fernando alonso. there he is, embracing his teammate and wife, roxanne castle right by their cars.❞

roxanne pulls away, tears now falling out of her eyes. “i’m going to miss you, my love.”

“i’m not going anywhere,” fernando laughs, cupping her cheeks. “i will be with you in the garage!”

“not every weekend,” roxanne frowns. “it’s what i’ve gotten used to.”

“mi amor,” fernando pulls her into his arms again. “do not worry. i am your designated bag holder every time i am here.”

it’s not easy, as they’ve reiterated numerous times, to be romantically involved and be racing one another on the track. somehow, they did manage to see it through — they’re married now, duh. but fighting on the track in separate teams is different from being teammates.

— breaking: fernando alonso set to replace sebastian vettel in aston martin

roxanne castle: it was a pretty good transition. i think if we were teammates when we were younger, we never would have gotten married.

fernando alonso: she’s right. when i was approached by aston martin, i thought it was a joke. i mean… putting me up against my wife? that has got to be some kind of twisted prank, right? but at that point in our lives — and career — we were mature enough to separate it from our marriage.

racing alongside one another… does that remind you of somebody else?

— f3 prema drivers, aella gutierrez and logan sargeant, teammates turned lovers?

— breaking: aella gutierrez in the running for top 3 in the drivers’ championship after singapore gp podium

but that’s a story for another day. fernando’s decision to retire, allegedly, wasn’t taken seriously by roxanne at first especially after his performance with the team.

roxanne castle: it’s unfair. when he told me he was thinking of retiring, i didn’t think he meant now. i tried to convince him otherwise but he said he is very sure about this decision. i will miss him, definitely. we were together almost every weekend — no, everyday — for the past 18 years.

→ spain, february 2024

roxanne comes up behind fernando, pulling his shirt down his arms. she wraps her arms around his torso and hums. “i will miss you this weekend.”

“mi amor, i wish i could come with you,” fernando sighs, turning to face her. he watches as she takes a step back, pulling down on his shirt as she starts buttoning it herself. “but they need me at the factory this weekend instead of the paddock.”

“i know,” she sighs tiredly. “it’s just going to be so weird walking in without you.”

fernando laughs. “i know. i feel weird not being there with you.”

roxanne tugs on the shirt and straightens it out for him. “you’ll call me in the evening though, right? then you wouldn’t feel so far away.”

fernando alonso: when i made the decision to retire, all i could i think of is that it’s time to open up a spot for a new rookie… like seb did last year. i’ve had a good run.

he’s right. for once, it actually ended up with a rookie getting the seat. alphatauri is taking a chance on junior driver, charlotte miller, to drive alongside yuki tsunoda this year. kelly piquet’s contract expires at the end of the season; they will all be fighting for that second seat alongside jupiter nightshade.

charlotte miller (rookie, alphatauri driver): i’ve just entered the sport so i don’t really have much high expectations for myself getting that seat. but, i will be working towards that goal to the best of my ability this year.

❝2023 f2 runner-up, charlotte miller, will be joining us on the track as an alphatauri driver. the question is will she wind up being the better choice instead of liam lawson, red bull reserve driver, and boyfriend?❞

@cashtons-wife @darleneslane @angsthology

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danifesting · 10 months

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Happy birthday Daniel...

It's late when Daniel's phone rings, nearly midnight. He's a little buzzed on the wine from dinner, full of cake and the warmth from a birthday spent with his family for the first time in well over a decade. It was a nearly perfect day, barring one extremely important exception who is calling him now.

"Hey Maxy," Daniel says, smiling softly as he answers the phone.

"Happy birthday to you,

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday dear Daniel,

Happy birthday to you," Max sings in greeting in his scratchy off key voice. It makes Daniel laugh.

"I watched your race," Daniel says as he pours himself just one more glass of wine.

"I wish you could have been there racing with me," Max says softly. "So I could kiss you for your birthday."

"Next year," Daniel promises. He takes the glass out on the porch with him even though it's far too cold for that right now. There's a blanket out there still from where he sat with his mum earlier in the evening. He wraps it tight around himself as he sits down.

"How was your day?" Max asks. He's in his motor home. "Sorry I almost missed it."

"You called just in time," Daniel says with another gentle smile. "My day was great. I rode my dirt bike for a couple of hours, played with the kids, got to eat my mum's pasta. Had some wine, had some cake, watched you race."

"What did you think?" Max says, smile turning into a smirk. He knows what Daniel thinks.

"Very sexy drive Maximilian. If I were there I'd suck your dick about it." Daniel takes a sip of his.

Max laughs but he doesn't protest like Daniel expected.

"Next year though," Daniel says. "Next year I'll be there racing right beside you, giving you a run for your money."

"I welcome the challenge," Max promises. "But when I win, will you still suck my dick, even if you come in P2?"

"Maybe I'll make you suck mine first. I am the birthday boy after all," Daniel says.

Max nods. "I would, of course, always like that." His eyes are half lidded. Daniel, for the first time since getting here, wishes he wasn't at his parents' house, so he could go inside and take this somewhere.

"Next year," Daniel promises.

"Next year," Max echos.

Daniel lets out a long yawn.

"You should go," Max says. "It is very late for you."

"Love you," Daniel says, quiet.

"I love you too. I'll see you in Silverstone," Max says. "Now go to bed."

Daniel blows the camera a kiss and they hang up. Daniel picks up his empty glass of wine. He takes it inside and sets it in the sink. He goes upstairs, climbs into bed, and falls asleep happy.

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tastefulstars · 1 year

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Of Wolf and Man 3/?

The gang test you while you struggle to maintain your control.

eddie munson x f!reader x steve harrington

a/n: when i say slow burn i mean slow burn word count: 3.4k warnings: 18+ only mdni. slow burn. r is a werewolf. body horror. mutual pining. the kids do science. r looses control a bit. r feels guilty for not saving everyone. eddie and steve take care of r. kidnapping. violence.

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You spend the next few days trying to find some semblance of normal, as much as you can with your friends plying you with questions about your condition.

Your little home has become the new hangout spot for the group and you don’t often find yourself alone. You don’t mind, the constant presence of someone else, someone’s heart beat and scent and voice fills a hole inside you that’s been missing since your parents died.

Steve and Eddie practically move in with you, keeping you close and not letting you leave their sides for too long.

Late one afternoon Max hovers, lingering in the doorway.

"You okay, Maxie?" You ask, padding to her side.

"Did you know?" She asks, not really looking at you, "Did you know that Billy-"

She cuts herself off and wraps her arms around herself and your heart hurts.

"I, no. I, I wish I did" You sigh, "Billy just smelt like he was hurt but, um, that wasn't unusual for him"

Your heart crumbles and you rest your hand on Max’s shoulder.

“I know there’s nothing I can say to make it better, but I’m so sorry Max. I wish, I wish I was quicker”

Max leans into your touch for a moment before rushing out and you gently close the door, resting your forehead on it and sitting in your guilt for a moment. You feel ashamed at yourself for not realizing, not noticing sooner that something was wrong with Billy, for not saving him.

A few days later, the group corner you one afternoon as you’re curled on the couch with Steve and Eddie.

“Come on you three” Dustin says, hands on his hips, “We’ve got science to do”

You feel your eyebrow raising and dread curling in the pit of your stomach. Steve just sighs.

“Dustin, come on” He says, “We talked about this - leave Bug alone”

“No” Dustin shoots back, “You talked about it and I’m not listening. She said that-”

“Can you stop talking about me like I’m not right here?”

Dustin gives you an embarrassed, apologetic smile.

“Sorry- You said that you weren’t really sure of the extent of your abilities right?”

The pit in the bottom of your stomach grows just a little deeper, guessing where this was going.

“Yeah?” You say apprehensively, wearily eying up Dustin and the group.

“Well! Lets find out!” He informs you happily, “We can go somewhere deep in the woods where no one will see and do some experimenting!”

“Seriously, leave it” Eddie almost growls, hand resting on your knee.

“No listen-” Mike says, “We know what El can do right? She knows the extent of her abilities but we don’t really know for sure for you, right?”

“And wouldn’t it make it better, safer, if we knew?” Lucas adds.

“We should know how strong you are and what you can do and your limits and everything” Dustin concludes triumphantly.

You drag your eyes over them and flicker to Steve and Eddie beside you who are scowling at them, irritated with their arguments.

“Okay” You breathe and they whoop, their excited chatter fills the room and you pull yourself up to go change. Steve and Eddie trail after you.

“You don’t have to” Eddie says softly as he sits on your bed, “If you don’t want”

“Yeah, don’t do it just to amuse the kids. They’d get over it” Steve sighs, “Although they’ll probably be incredibly annoying about it for the next few weeks”

Their soft concern for you has your heart growing three sizes in your chest and you smile as you pull a pair of bike shorts out of your drawers and a tank top. You spin, holding your clothes against your chest, warmth radiating from you.

“I know. I’m kind of curious myself to be honest - can you two give me a second?” You asks raising the bundle of clothes and the brush past you as they leave, fingers trailing on your arms.

By the time Steve and Eddie pull up to the usual spot where the group gathers to go waltzing through the woods, the entire group has gathered. You see Nancy and Jonathan leaning against his car, heads close. Dustin, Lucas, Mike, Will, El and Max are all goofing around, Robin is sitting on the hood of Jonathan’s car with her face in a book.

Eddie loops his pinky finger with yours as you walk towards the group and you feel Steve pressed firmly against your other side.

“Hey” Dustin calls, waving. “Lets go!”

You all head deeper into the woods until you find a smallish clearing that gave everyone enough space to sit. You look over to Steve and Eddie who sit flush against each other, backs leaning against the rough bark of a tree and raise your eyebrows at the kids.

“What now?” You ask.

“Okay. Will you got the notes sorted?” Will nods, holding his notebook up.

“Lucas, timer?” Lucas answers with a ‘yep’, “Mike, you’re going to record, yeah?”

“Yeah, got the camera” Mike says, “Jonathan’s gonna help me”

"I'll help Will with the notes" Nancy says.

"I'm just here for fun" Robin pipes up and you laugh softly.

"Steve and Eddie are gonna make sure you don't like, push yourself too much, okay?" Dustin tells you, “So, we’ll just ask you to do some stuff - like running, or climbing and test your strength”

“Why all the-” You wave your hands to the others, “all the writing and whatnot?”

“Oh doing science means writing stuff down”

“Documenting” Lucas nods and you laugh.

“Alright” You huff, “Just, no one sees the film okay?”

They all nod their agreements, you flicker your eyes back to Steve and Eddie and they smile softly at you.

“Where are we starting?”

Dustin digs through his backpack, and hands you an apple.

“Crush that”

The group stares at your expectantly, eyes trained on your hand wrapped around the apple.

You dart your eyes around, eyes drifting back to Steve and Eddie. You watch them as they watch you and you squeeze. The apple explodes in your grip and you feel the sticky juice ooze out between your fingers and run down your hand, dripping to the ground below you.

The kids cheer and you drop the apple, shaking the clumps off your palm and unthinkingly, you bring your hand to your mouth where you lick the juices off your fingers. You glance over to Steve and Eddie and flush when you see their eyes trained on your lips and fingers, their mouths hung open and cheeks flushed.

“That was awesome!”

“So cool!”

“Okay” Dustin raises his voice over the noise, “Next! Try this-”

He hands you a small, rock that fits neatly into the palm of your hand. You wrap your fingers around it much the same as you did to the apple and squeeze. You feel the crunch and grind off the rock and when you open your hand you’re left with smaller rocks and a pile of dust, the cheering gets louder - more excited.

You brush your hands off.

“What next?” You ask, you feel Eddie’s and Steve’s burning stare on you and you glance to them, biting your lip.

Eddie shuffles, dropping his cheek to rest on Steve’s shoulder as they watch - the sight of them has butterflies tickling your tummy and making you nervous. You shift in your spot, forcing your eyes to leave your boys and focus on Dustin, and he points to a group of trees.

“Let’s see how fast you can climb a tree!”

You snort, and shake your limbs.

“Ready?” You ask them.

“Go!” Lucas says and you push forward, launching yourself towards the group of trees. Once you’re close, you jump and push off the trunk of the tree next to the one you wanted to climb. The momentum propels you towards a low hanging branch and you swing off it, pulling yourself up and over it until you’re squatting on the branch.

“Holy shit!” Mike yells, the rest of the group starts shouting and clambering over themselves to instruct you to do increasingly more challenging tasks.

The full moon rapidly approaches and you can't sit still. You bones ache and feel like they could snap and shatter into a tiny million pieces at any moment, you have a deep burrowing itch and you feel like you could claw your skin off with how uncomfortable you are.

You feel yourself slipping, control lapsing and you find your mouth full of blood and teeth sharp or your nails have sharpened to deadly points.

You're frustrated, you haven't had this much trouble controlling yourself around the moon phases since you were a child.

Everything is building inside you and you can feel the strain, you're going to explode and you're so scared you'll hurt someone. Your friends seem to sense you're struggling because they give you space, don't push or tease you like they normally do.

You're clenching your fists and bouncing your leg while your friends talk. You're not paying attention, wishing for the night to hurry so you can get it over with, until you hear your name being called and you look over to them.

"Can you change someone?" Mike asks and you frown, confused at what he is asking.

"What?"

"Like, if you were to bite someone, would it change them to be like you?"

Your anger flares and you tenuous control slips, you don't realize just how much it slips until Steve is in your face holding you cheeks and talking to you. You focus.

"Hey, Bug, hey- its okay" You focus on his eyes and feel yourself settle, his warm hands ground you.

"I'm sorry" You whisper, pulling away from him and stumbling across the room, away from everyone.

"You should all go, I don't want to hurt you"

You slip away, hiding in the locked bathroom, knowing it wouldn't do much if it came down to it but needing that flimsy sense of safety between your friends and yourself.

You ignore Steve and Eddie's concerned voices- ignore Will apologizing to them, telling them he just wanted to know. Ignore the ache in your guts as you listen to their fading voices and heart beats.

"Baby?" Eddie's soft voice drifts through the door, "Are you okay?"

You're shaking your head and wrapping your arms around yourself, claws digging into the soft flesh of your arms, piercing your skin and you smell the sharp tang of your blood.

"Babe?"

You're gasping and there's blood filling your mouth and you can't stop it anymore. You struggle to your feet and yanking the door open, startling Eddie. You push past him, stumbling down the hall and clumsily opening the door that leads to your basement.

"Honey? What's-" Steve's moving to you, and you shake your head, tears wetting your cheeks.

Your throat feels like its tearing apart and you can't breathe. You practically throw yourself down the stairs and into the cage, you bones shifting under your skin and you're crying out.

You hear them rushing after you and you want to scream at them, to tell them to leave, but you all you can make out is a pained choking gurgle.

Your legs give out as you open the door, collapsing into it. You shake as your body begins the change - the bones in your legs and arms snap into pieces, the muscles tearing and skin ripping as they move and rearrange themselves. Your lungs fill with blood as your torso tears and elongates and your face breaks, bones pushing through your flesh and shifting.

You can't do anything but accept the pain and pray for it to be over.

Slowly, the agony recedes and you're left in a heap in the doorway to the cage, panting hard.

You hear a tentative footstep, two hearts beating hard and quick breathes behind you and you push yourself up. The movement pushing you fully into the cage and Steve steps up, carefully closing the door and latching it.

"I don't think you'll hurt us" He's telling you as you turn to face them, "But it makes you feel better to have this closed, right?"

His words are hard to process in this form, hard to comprehend and understand but he smells like safety and you huff.

Eddie moves to stand beside him, hand raising like he wants to touch, comfort you. His smell washes over you and you whine, home your mind whispers these two are home.

You don't realize you've moved until your snout is pressed against the bars, trying to get as close as you can - to breathe them in, to drown yourself in their scents.

"It's alright, sweet girl" Eddie says, gently brushing his fingers over your nose, "We're right here, okay? We'll be here with you"

Steve's fingers joins Eddie's and they gently caress your snout, your face, your ears, anywhere they can reach through the bars and you lower yourself. You curl up, large form pressed against the cold metal and they sit on the other side, fingers buried in your fur.

They talk to you, you're not sure about what but their voices and touch and hearts has you relaxing. You're not quite asleep but you could fall asleep, you don’t. Instead you listen, hyper aware of their presences and listening for danger.

You’re overwhelmed with the need to protect them, to keep them safe, to wrap yourself around them and not let anything happen to them. You whine again and press harder into the bars, trying to get closer.

The night passes slowly.

Steve ends up slumping over himself, fast asleep, and Eddie gently guides him down to rest his head in his lap. You watch as Eddie gently strokes his hair, a pang of something has you whining again and Eddie looks over to you.

“Don’t worry, honey” He’s saying, warm brown eyes smiling at you, “I’m used to staying up all night”

He talks to you for the rest of the night until you feel the grip the moon has on you lesson. You shuffle, whining, knowing agony was coming.

You loose focus, pain blooming under your fur as your limbs contort unnaturally. Your pained growls slowly morph into pained cries. You lie limply on the cold ground, eyes closed and panting. Trying to breathe through the transformation, trying to muster the energy to pick yourself up.

You can't.

You have nothing left.

Tears seep from under your closed eyes and your muscles contract painfully. Your nerves are on fire and you heave a sob as a blanket is draped over you, the soft fabric rubbing against your raw skin.

"I've got you" Steve murmurs as he picks you up and cradles you against his chest.

He carefully carries you to your room and Eddie pulls your comforter down for him. Steve gently places you in the center of your bed and they tuck you in.

You're not sure how long it takes for you to stop trembling, for the pain to recede but eventually you become aware of a hand on your calf, gently massaging your muscles.

"Feels good" You mumble, unable to shift enough to see who it was.

"Helping with the pain?" Eddie's soft voice drifts up to you and you nod slightly.

Steve and Eddie talk quietly and then you feel your body being rolled. They move you until you're lying on your stomach and they replace your thick comforter with a towel, carefully draped over your body.

Steve sits beside your head and gently strokes your hair as Eddie massages you. They surround you with their touch and scent and you don't think you've ever felt this relaxed after a transformation.

Later you're cradled against Eddie's chest as you both nap on the couch. Your ear pressed firmly over his heart and you let the soothing beat carry you into a dreamless sleep. The sound of the phone ringing startles you awake, Eddie grips you tighter as he stirs.

“I’ll get it” Steve says lightly, gently stroking your hair.

You let your eyes fall closed and settle back against Eddie and listen to Steve’s muffled voice, a few moments pass and there’s a soft hand on your cheek.

“Hey Bug. Do you think you’re up for visitors? The kids want to come see you”

“Hmm, yeah” You slur, “Might end up sleeping though”

“I’ll let them know”

Eddie starts running his fingers in your hair and you feel yourself relaxing against him, slipping back into a light slumber.

You awaken to multiple voices and heart beats, clashing scents fill your lungs and you groan as you sit, moving off Eddie’s chest.

“Hey!” Dustin says, beaming at you and you smile weakly.

“I’m sorry for upsetting you” Mike looks at you and sighs, you raise your eyebrow.

“You didn’t”

“So why’d you go all weird then?” He pries.

“Mike” Steve glares at him and he just shrugs.

You don’t have the energy to entertain so you just slump against the couch and let their voices soothe you, taking offered food and water as the afternoon passes by.

“You alright?” Eddie murmurs, leaning into your side.

“Just tired” You sigh, a small smile twitching at your lips.

“Need anything?”

You shake your head and snuggle down into the couch, Eddie’s warm hand pressed against your arm.

The group keep you company over the next few days and you’re grateful for it. Their constant presence and warmth easing your soul in ways you didn’t realize you needed. As the days pass, the group seems to settle back into quizzing you and finding out everything they can - everything you can tell them.

You’re waiting for the group to come over for the evening when the door explodes open. Fear overtakes you and you freeze as a familiar scent fills the room - one you haven’t smelt since your parent’s deaths.

You can’t move as the group of men storm into your home, guns pointed at you. One of them shoves you into the wall, pain blooms in the back of your skull and you scramble, trying to get away.

You manage to get a few steps down the hallway towards the bedroom when you’re tackled from behind. You collide with the ground, heavy weight of the hunter pressing you down until he lifts himself and turns you over.

“Where do you think you’re going, mutt?” He snarls, raising his fist and slamming it against your face.

Pain bursts behind your eyes and you whimper as he shoves a needle into the side of your neck, injecting you with an unknown substance that makes you feel sluggish and weak.

He pummels his fist against your face and you weakly struggle, hands hitting at the man’s chest. One final hit makes your vision black out and you stay unconscious.

You become aware of cold, biting metal burning your bare skin. Your eyes shoot open as you panic.

They've wrapped silver chains around your wrists, suspending you from a hook in the ceiling. Your arms ached from being held up for so long, the pain in your wrists almost unbearable.

You struggle to find purchase on the cold floor, the tips of your toes brushing uselessly against it.

The hunters had cut away your clothes, leaving you in nothing but your undies and you felt so exposed, vulnerable.

Your face ached and throbbed painfully from the beating you took earlier and you knew it was just the start.

You glance around the room, not seeing much besides a couple of old rusted tables and chairs. Four men had made a makeshift camp on the other side of the room, sitting around on the chairs and organizing their tools.

One of the men looks over and sees you staring at him.

“It’s finally awake”

The men move, sauntering over to you with cruel smiles and sharp movements. Your body shakes slightly, fear and adrenaline over taking you.

“Let me go, please”

You're not above begging them to spare you, so you do. They laugh loudly.

"Let you go?" One snickers, "Why the fuck would we let a monster like you go?"

"It's almost like it thinks it deserves to live" Another one chortles.

You knew they wanted you to break, to sob and plead and when it became too much - to shift, transforming into the monster they believed you to be. They wanted you to prove them right. Unfortunately for them you were, if anything, incredibly stubborn.

You wouldn't let them see how scared you were, you refused to play their game. If they were going to kill you, they would have to kill you as a human.

You clenched your jaw tightly, teeth grinding together and you focus on thoughts of Steve and Eddie, tuning out their cruel laughter and comments.

A hand entwines in your hair and harshly tugs, pulling your face back and forcing you to look at him.

"Here's what's going to happen, bitch" The man snarls at you. "We're going to do some... tests. And experiment a little, figure out what makes you tick."

You don't say anything, staring blankly at his twisted face.

"We've been watching you for a while now" His voice is low and quiet, "We know you've found yourself a new little pack. I wonder if you've infected any of them"

Panic wells inside your throat and it takes everything in you not to snarl and threaten him, to tell him you'd kill him if he touched your family.

It's what they wanted, for you to loose control and give them a reason to hurt you, not that they really needed one.

You take a deep breath, a voice in your mind chanting that Eddie and Steve are fine, Nancy and Robin and Jonathan are fine, the kids are fine. They won't hurt them unless they have evidence to prove they're not wholly human and they don't.

All you could do is hold onto the hope you could take the pain, that you could cling to your humanity long enough for someone to find you or for the hunters to get bored and end your suffering.

Hope was all you had now.

Hope that you’d make it out of the same situation your parents couldn’t.

#stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steddie x reader #steddie x you #steve x reader x eddie #i:my writing #story:owam

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storiesbyjes2g · 1 year

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Barrel of Maxis Fun

Hey ho! Y'all know I can't leave you without giving up the Maxis goods lol. Melany was all smiles and super ready to say I do. Nick looked like he was several steps ahead. 😏

Unfortunately for them, however, very few were paying attention to the wedding of the century while the babies stole the show.

Levi, like story Nick, thought they were adorable. Yvonne mumbled something about "home training." Bailey hoped their grandma or someone was coming to get them soon because they missed their nap.

Jorden thought the little tykes weren't so bad. I hope that means he's preparing himself for his and Anissa's future kids. Nadia is having a tiny crisis lol. She's not ready for grandma life quite yet but knows she'll probably be one soon. I think she's looking at the babies running around and trying on the idea lol. Marianna is just laughing at her little sibs.

Noemi has sworn off children for the 17th time today lol.

Their dad is super embarrassed lol. Y'all see Loren in the back? Her baby also stole the show and sent her to the toilet.

When she came back, she was compelled to ask for Nate's autograph, to which he said, "Are you serious right now???" 😂

The only person unphased by the little hams is our boy Kameron, of course. There is no way in the world he's missing this! Oh, and Q too. I think he was keeping an eye on Nick, making sure he didn't faint or something lol.

Who did miss the whole thing? The Vines! I don't know what Billie was yelling about (we totally know what she was yelling about lol), but Ezra tried his best to maintain his innocence. 🤣 Meanwhile, Evie took a page out of B & Q's book and is on that "we don't know them kids" tip LOL.

And that's it!! Our couple is legally Maxis married now!!! And it has been literal years since my sims sat during a wedding!! I couldn't believe it! I think that was even less believable than them being married now LOL.

Anyway...if you think it's over, I've got some oceanfront property in Strangerville to sell you! We just getting started, y'all! I'm gonna take another wee break while I gather the courage to film this reception. You guys should use this time to refill your drinks AND your tissues. Get extra cuz you'll need 'em! See ya around!!

#ts4 story #sims 4 story #sims story #Piersons and Friends #bkay crossover #The Piersons #Melany Pierson #Nick Wilkinson

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fourmula1 · 1 year

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happy halloween!

max/daniel. 781 words. the ricciardo-verstappen's first halloween in america!

Daniel shifts Zoe in his arms as Max unlocks the door, pets her wild curls back out of her face where she’s mostly asleep against his shoulder.

“Thanks, babe,” he says as he slips inside the house, Max following behind them. He toes off his shoes and nods his head toward the stairs before quietly heading off to take Zoe to bed. He can hear Max locking up and puttering around downstairs as he enters Zoe’s bedroom, careful not to jostle her too much.

Gently, carefully, Daniel cradles her head as he leans over her little bed to lie her down, heart clenching at the sight of her in her Moana bed sheets. He smiles, watches her sleep, hears her mumble something unintelligible. He knows he should get her out of her little costume but he doesn’t want to disturb her any more than he has to.

He moves to peel her shoes off, however, sets them down on the floor by her bed and unzips her little jacket to wiggle her arms out of it. Beneath the jacket he can’t help but laugh, smile fondly at the sight of her adorable dalmatian costume and the facepainted black nose and spots on her face. He doesn’t want to wake her to clean her up so he leaves her be, knows there’ll be a right mess in the morning but that’s okay.

Her first Halloween in America went perfectly and he’s happy to let her sleep the excitement off.

Once Daniel’s content that she is settled he gets up, presses a kiss to her cheek.

“Sleep tight, honey,” Daniel whispers as he closes her bedroom door, heads for the stairs again to go find Max.

“All good?” Max asks him when Daniel emerges into the living room. Max is sat on the floor, Zoe’s candy dumped out all around him as he sorts it.

“Out like a light,” Daniel affirms as he comes over to join Max, sits down across from him to take a look at the system Max’s has got going. Multiple big bowls; for chocolate, for lollipops, for gummies. “I didn’t have the heart to disturb her so I think there’s going to be face paint all over tomorrow, but we’ll live,” Daniel says as he starts sorting with Max.

Max laughs, nods his head, a little smile on his face. This was his first Halloween, too. Daniel didn’t really celebrate as a kid, not very big in Australia when he was little, but he’s lived in America for long enough that he’d gone to parties as an adult, gone around with his friends’ kids Trick-or-Treating. Since they left Monaco and came to Los Angeles Daniel had been so excited to take Zoe and Max out. It went perfectly.

“She was so excited,” Max says as he works through the piles. “Not shy at all,” he continues, and Daniel laughs. She wasn’t. She’d proudly hollered “Trick or Treat!” at each door they approached, said her pleases and thank-yous to each house, wished everyone they encountered a Happy Halloween. So like Daniel in many ways – bubbly, open, eager to interact with anyone who’d give her an audience.

“Did you have fun?” Daniel asks as he sets aside some Skittles for himself. Zoe will never know.

“Lots, yeah,” Max agrees, all smiles as he looks up at Daniel.

Daniel loves him. He knows Los Angeles isn’t their forever home and he doesn’t want it to be, but he’s grateful Max agreed to spend some time here before they settle in Australia. He knows what a big sacrifice Max is making to leave his family, leave Europe, to make a life for their little family a world away.

“I love you, you know,” Daniel tells him, never wants to miss a chance to say it. He loves the way it never ceases to make Max a little shy – to duck his head a bit, smile, glance up at Daniel through his lashes. His beautiful, sweet Maxy.

“I know,” Max agrees and Daniel can’t help the big grin on his face as Max leans over for a kiss. It is never less exhilarating, less exciting, less wanted no matter how many thousands of kisses they’ve shared over the years. “I love you, too,” Max tells him before pressing their lips together.

When they’re settled in bed together after all is said and done Daniel rolls into Max’s side, grins devilishly as he grinds his hips against Max.

“Trick or treat?” He asks, grinning up at Max as Max laughs, nods his head.

Tomorrow they’re going to have to wrangle a sugar-drunk five year old but for now Daniel’s going to get his treat.

#maxiel #halloween #my ficlet

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giggly-squiggily · 1 year

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Hiiii! It’s me again! I’ve come up with something else, if you don’t mind! <3 I’m sure you and magma-queen will find this one to be precious!

Maxie is highly feather ticklish. That is all~ >:3 That nerd deserves to be wrecked for being so darn cute!

You’re welcome~ ☺️

Headcanons To Dabbles: Officially CLOSED!

JJKREKJREJKRJKEKJRJK THIS IS PRECIOUS AHHHHH! *dies* @magma-queen girlie check it out- it's our boys! :D I've gotcha anon! Thank you for this precious headcanon!

“You have a feather in your bandanna.”

Archie blinked, reaching up and plucking said feather off with a laugh. “Hah! Look at that! Those Pelippers sure loved me today!”

“More like they loved the lunch you were eating.” Maxie tried to fight down a laugh at the memory of his husband swatting at the Pokemon, defending his sandwich like it was his own child.

“That too!” Archie laughed with him, unfazed. Twirling the feather in hand, he pretended he was writing a letter, dipping it in a pot of imaginary ink and scribbling against imaginary paper. “My Dearest, Maxie~”

“Pfft- who are you, Hamilton?” Maxie laughed, unable to fight down the mirth any longer. Archie stuck his tongue at him before bringing the feather closer, brushing it against Maxie’s cheek.

“With a comma after dearest!” Archie emphasized, laughing in glee as the redhead squirmed, his giggles turning more tickly. “Won’t ye write me back?”

“No thahahanks! I’ll sehehehhend you a tehehehhext!” He tried to lean away, but Archie was on him, feather brushing along his face and neck. “Ahahahhrchie!”

“Letter’s are more romantic, don’t ye think?” Archie cooed, swirling the feather up and back towards Maxie’s shoulder, making him arch away. Even with his coat on, the ghost tickles got him. “I could read ‘em till I return to shore! “My beloved Archie! How I miss ye! Come home soon! Maxie~”

“Plehahhhahahse! Ihiihiihih’d write sohoohohmething so muhuhuhuch behehehehetter!” Maxie scooted away, finally breaking free from Archie’s tickly touch. His cheeks were pink, glasses askew.

“Bet?” Archie asked.

“What bet?” Maxie blinked.

“Ah-nothing. Something thee kids say these days.” Arhcie waved him off, smile softening. “But really. You’d write me letters?”

“If you really want me to, yes.” Maxie nodded, softening some himself as he smoothed back his hair. “Don’t expect them to be fast though.”

“I’ll wait for ye.” Archie walked up, taking his husband’s face in his hands, kissing him gently.

Later- when Archie was on a fishing trip- a Pelipper flew into his cabin, a letter in it’s beak.

The sailor reread Maxie’s letter over and over the entire time out to sea.

#headcanons to dabbles #tickle #tickle dabble #hardenshipping #archie #maxie #fluff #pokemon #sapphire and ruby #I love the letters troupe so much

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emmlovesmarvel · 2 years

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Chapter 8 - Pain, Pain, & More Pain

Max POV

It's finally Wednesday. The day I get to see auntie Yelena. I haven't seen her since I was first with Jay. She never met him but she always wanted to hear about him. It worked out because I always wanted to hear about her and Kate. I loved Kate. I still do. I hope they can make some sort of amends to each other when Lena is here because they are meant for each other.

Mom went to the airport to pick her up and I stayed home with mama since the airport would be a bit too much stimulation for me.

"Baby, you've cleaned the living room 3 times. It's perfect. She won't even notice." Mama chuckled and put her hands on my shoulders softly squeezing them.

"I know, I know. I just haven't seen her in a while and I want everything perfect!" I say looking up at her.

"You are perfect, Max. I promise she will be too excited to see you to even notice the spotless house you managed to clean all day today." She kissed my forehead and hugged me.

I went to go put a sweater on in my room when I heard the front door open. I heard squeals from mama and Yelena. They have a really cute relationship. It's like mom has 3 kids to look after when we're all together.

I run downstairs and immediately make eye contact with my aunt. She walks to me with her arms wide open and lifts me into a loving, warm hug.

"Ohhh I've missed you so much Maxie." Yelena says inhaling my scent and hugging me even tighter.

"I've missed you too auntie Lena." I reply, with noticeable tears in my eyes.

She pulls back and wipes them with her thumbs and kisses my forehead.

"No need to cry, I'm here now." She smiles.

"I know, I've just missed you so much." I say pulling her back into a hug which she gladly reciprocates.

I see mom and mama help take her stuff upstairs into my room. She always stays with me in my room, when she visits. Unless she was at Kate's apartment. Auntie Lena is honestly my best friend now that I think about it. We might not hang out all the time but we're always texting or playing GamePigeon or FaceTiming. I can tell her anything and she always knows what to say and how to help. I'd be so lost without moms or Yelena.

"How's Fanny? I wish you could've brought her." I say as we sit down.

"I know, my love. She misses you. My neighbors daughter is watching her. They get along well. Maybe we can convince your mamas to let you come stay with me for a bit. It'll be good for you to get out of the city for a bit. It can feel too cramped sometimes."

"You're telling me. It's such a big city yet I feel like I always run into someone I know or who knows me." I finish.

Mom and mama return downstairs and mama turns on the oven for dinner.

"How was your flight?" Mom asks her as she sits down next to me, rubbing my back.

"Oh the usual. A kid was kicking my seat, the flight attendant accidentally spilled some juice on me, the old man sitting next to me was snoring. Nothing like it, I can tell ya that!" She replies making mom chuckle.

"I'm sorry you got a crappy seat. It's because of me that you couldn't book one earlier." I say weakly without making eye contact.

Yelena shifts over to me lifting my chin up to make eye contact with her.

"Hey detka, no. It's not your fault at all. I would walk if it meant I got to spend sometime with you. These types of situations make for good stories I can tell and over exaggerate." She winks, making me laugh.

Yelena POV

I pull Max back into a hug. I didn't realize how much I've missed her. She's so much smaller in my arms from the last time I saw her. I try to push the urge to kill that son of a bitch to the back of my mind and focus on her.

We stayed hugging for a while until Wanda announced that dinner was ready.

"This smells delicious Wanda! I've missed your cooking!" I say digging in.

"Yeah well anything seems better when all you have is Mac n cheese with sriracha." Nat says to me making my mouth drop in offense.

"Hey! That is a staple meal! It is always good and always there for me." I reply, smacking her arm in the process.

"I like your Mac n cheese, auntie." Max says sweetly making me kiss her temple.

"See? At least your daughter knows what's good." I say.

"Well I'm glad you like it, Lena. It's one of Max's favorites too. We sure miss having you around." Wanda says to me, smiling.

"I miss being near you guys too. I promise to visit more."

"Or you could just move in here." Max mumbles, but I managed to hear her.

"Oh I would love that, so much detka. Maybe one day."

Once dinner was finished, we made our way back to the living room and I had some wine along with Nat and Wanda. Max was very engrossed in the film we were watching. All Dogs Go to Heaven. I love how sensitive she is. She's so much like Wanda that way. Both of them were in tears by the end, making me and Nat the emotional support.

"It's okay Wands. I really do think all dogs go to heaven." Nat says, making me hold in a laugh.

"I miss Fanny!" Max says crawling into my arms making me chuckle a bit.

"She's okay detka, I promise. Look, Alice just sent me a picture of her on a walk with her. Look." I pulled my phone out to show her. She smiled sadly before zooming in.

"You need to bring her next time." She says seriously.

"I promise I will." I kiss her head.

"I think it's time for someone to head into the shower and then to bed." Nat says, eyes pointed at Max.

She nods and gets up slowly.

"I'll see you in there detka." I promise to her as she walks up the stairs slowly, but in some pain.

"Is she still hurting?" I ask setting my glass down towards Wanda and Nat.

"Yeah, but she tries to hide it. She's sore pretty much everywhere." Wanda replies.

"I want to kill him, Nat. He doesn't get to do that to her. Especially her! Someone who wouldn't hurt a fly and who loves everyone and is too good for us all." I say angrily.

"Join the club, Lena. Right behind us. She's so strong though. She's really persevering. She's had a couple of hard days lately but you being here lights her up in a way we haven't seen in a long while, so thank you sestra." Nat says putting her hand on my knee.

"You know I would drop everything for her. God I miss her so much. And you guys. I love you both so much, but she is the best thing you ever did." I say taking another sip.

"We full heartedly agree." Wanda says smiling.

I help Wanda clean up the dishes and living room before we all head upstairs for bed.

"If you need anything let us or Max know and we can get it for you." Wanda says giving me a hug.

"Thank you, Wanda." I smile before she heads into their room.

"Anything I should avoid talking about?" I ask Nat before heading into Max's room.

"I think she'll be pretty open with you. You're good with her, we trust you. She needs this time with you. I can't thank you enough." Nat says hugging me.

"Goodnight, Nat. I'll see you in the morning. I love you."

"I love you more." She responds walking into their room and shutting the door.

I can still hear the water running when I walk into the room. I unpack a few of my things before I hear it shut off and the door creak open.

"It's just me, Maxie you can come out." I say quietly.

She walks out in her towel and my eyes immediately go to her neck. The handprint. It takes everything in me to take a deep breath and let go of some anger.

"You can look closer, Lena. I trust you." She says walking over to me.

I gently lift her chin up to get a better look.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there to protect you, Max." I say sadly.

"Auntie..." She says softly taking my hand. "You were the one who taught me to have courage and bravery. I told moms what happened and I'm here now. That's because of you. You did protect me." She says.

I smile and pull her into me.

We pull apart and she goes back into the bathroom to change into her PJs. I do the same.

She turns off her main bedroom light and switches on her cute jack o lantern lights hung around her room.

We lay down in the bed and she cuddles into me as we stare up at the ceiling. I run my hand up and down her back, feeling goosebumps follow at my touch and her ribs between my fingers.

"I'm sorry he hurt you, detka. You didn't deserve that. You didn't deserve all the abuse you had to endure with him. Not just physical but emotional too. You are the best person I know. You didn't deserve that." I say firmly but lovingly.

She squeezes my arm.

"I didn't know how to handle it, Lena. The first time he hit me, I just stood there and took it. Thinking I deserved it. But then I thought he was making me better because he told me he knew what was best for me. Am I that helpless? Where someone else has to tell me how to be...Max?" She asks sincerely, now making eye contact with me.

"No no no, not at all Max. You're not helpless. Sometimes we love someone so much that we lose ourselves in the process. You just wanted him to be happy you thought that obeying him would. It's natural to think that, babe. It's not natural for him to do that though. He shouldn't have used you in the way he did. It's nice to have the validation of someone who claims to love you. It's actions that really count." I say looking into her green eyes.

"Mom and mama always show me they love me. You do too." She says putting her head on my chest.

"That's because no one else will love you as much as we do, my love. No one." I say kissing her head.

"I'm gonna go grab some water, do you need any?" I ask getting off the bed.

"No I'm okay." She smiles back.

I walk back into the bedroom to find her fast asleep. I turn the lights off and climb in with her. I pull her into me, with my hand around her waist.

"I love you so much, Max. I'll always be here." I say before falling asleep myself.

I wake up to the sunlight peaking through the curtains. Max is still in my arms now facing me with her head on my chest. Her brows are furrowed and it looks like she's dreaming.

I check my phone and reply to some messages. I put it back down and turn facing her again. It seems like she isn't sleeping super well. I put my hand on her cheek and rub it with my thumb, trying to ease her awake.

I smile when her eyes flutter open indicating she's fully awake now.

"Good morning my love. How did you sleep?" I ask kissing her forehead.

"I slept okay. You're really comfy and warm. It must be a Romanoff-Belova thing." She says smiling at my kiss.

"I'm sorry you only slept okay. Did you have any nightmares or are you hurting anywhere?" I ask concerned.

"I can't really remember if I had any nightmares but I do need to take some painkillers. My ribs are killing me." She says sitting up.

I pull her shirt up to see how bad her ribs are and it's way worse than I thought. How is she functioning right now? I graze my fingers over her bruises and some are slightly raised and swollen.

"Babe, are you sure none of these are broken?" I ask making eye contact.

"I don't think so. Mama tried to feel and I felt and I don't think any were broken." She says wincing as she moves a bit.

"Max, I think we should take you to the doctor to get an X-ray. I'm worried at the look of these. Do your moms know it's this bad?" I ask.

"No...I haven't shown them yet. I've finally got to the point where I'm not crying everyday. I didn't want to bother them." She says sadly looking down.

"I get it detka, I do. But we need to show them and take you to the doctor. These should've healed a little more by now. They'll understand, my love I promise."

"Okay. I'll change and show them." She gets off the bed slowly and into the bathroom.

I change into a hoodie and joggers and head downstairs to make coffee. I see Nat and Wanda are already up with a mug out for me.

"Thank you, I have missed your coffee, Wanda." I say taking a drink.

"Anytime. How did you guys sleep?" She asks.

"I slept amazing. Max not so much. She hasn't told you but her ribs are bothering her. I don't know how she's managing it. I think we need to take her to the doctor to see if any are broken." I say and both their eyes go wide.

"She hasn't shown us or said anything. She's probably been in so much pain." Nat says putting her mug down.

We hear Max's light footsteps coming down the stairs towards the kitchen.

"Hi baby." Wanda says hugging her gently.

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"I don't know. I know I could have I guess I was just worried. I didn't want to bother you." She says sadly.

"Baby, no. You could never bother us." Nat says.

"Can we see baby?" Wanda asks her.

She nods and slowly lifts her sweater. Wanda gasps and Nat takes a closer look.

"I'll go call the doctor and see if we can get in today." Nat says leaving the room.

"Here baby, sit down, I'll get you some medicine and some breakfast." I say as Wanda guides her to the couch.

I come back with a bagel and some juice for her to swallow the medicine with.

"Dr. Philips can see us today at 11. Is that okay with you Max?" Nat says coming back in the room.

Max nods while eating her bagel.

We all hop in the car and make our way to the doctor.

“Max, I wish we were meeting on slightly better circumstances.” Dr. Phillips tells her.

“Me too.” She replies shyly.

“Alright let’s take a look here.”

Dr. Phillips goes to lift up her shirt but she quietly gasps and stops his hand.

“It’s okay, my love. He’s just going to look. You’re okay you’re safe.” Nat tells her reassuringly.

Dr. Phillips finished his exam and took her to get her X-ray. Nat, Wanda, and I were left in the boring doctors room. 45 long minutes went by before they finally returned.

“Alright so Max does have 2 broken ribs. Neither one are in a dangerous spot. No strenuous or rough activities for at least 6 weeks. That will give them time to mend on their own. I prescribed some pain medication for her to take once a day, twice if her pain is severe. It should be ready to pick up in an hour. I’ll have you schedule a follow up in 6 weeks. Get better, Max.” He said standing up.

“Thank you, Dr.” Nat says.

He walks out of the rooms leaving us.

“Are you ready to go home detka?” I ask her sweetly, stroking her hair.

She just nods in return. Something is off with her. I just can’t figure it out yet. All is adults share a knowing look.

When we get home, Max goes straight into her room and shuts the door, obviously wanting to be alone.

“Is she okay?” I ask.

“She seems to be feeling worried and off put. I can’t really explain it.” Wanda says.

“Well let’s just give her some time. She knows she can come to us if she needs.” Nat says and we all nod.

Wanda and I go outside to tend to her garden. We’re in a comfortable silence before we hear a scream in the house. Max’s to be precise. I’m quick to ditch my garden tools and rush inside the house with Wanda following, and upstairs to find Nat sitting on Max’s bed as she’s fighting someone in her sleep. She’s having a night terror.

“Max…Max baby. Max! Come on honey, wake up. Wake up for me.” Nat says lightly shaking her shoulders.

“Nat, move, let me try something.” I say with urgency and she moves out of the way. I sit Max in my lap and hold her against me. I have one hand against her head and the other holding her lower back securely.

“Shh, shhh baby. It’s okay. You’re okay.” I whisper.

“Get off me, Jay! You’re hurting me! Please!” She screams, voice cracking. I look at Wanda and Nat with tears in their eyes, having a hard time watching their daughter fight him in her mind.

“Detka, it’s me, it’s Lena. It’s auntie Lena. Wake up for me babe.” I say a bit louder to make sure she can hear me.

I rub my hand up and down her back. She shoots her eyes open and gasps for air.

“There we go, you’re okay Maxie. I’ve got you. Take a deep breath for me.”

She follows what I say. I help her calm down for the next 5 minutes.

She clings to my shirt and starts to cry.

“I’m so tired, Lena. I just want this all to stop. I thought I was getting better but every time I take a step forward it’s like he pushes me 4 steps back.” She cries.

“I know he’s gone and getting what he deserves but I’m still suffering under him and I just want it to stop. I can’t take it anymore. Everytime I turn a corner or bump into something, I’m afraid he’s there. I can’t even be normal and just enjoy my time with you without having a breakdown.” She says a bit calmer, but with way more sadness laced in her voice.

“Max, my love. You’re not ruining our time together at all. I promise you. I care for you in every way. As much as your moms. I’m here for you. We all are. I’m so sorry we can’t make it stop. I would trade places with you in a heartbeat. We just need to take this one step at a time. We can help you find resources to cope with this. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I know we are big and tough romanoffs but talking with someone, learning how to cope with everything in the red room and losing my family has been the best thing for me. I have so much faith in you, my love. You will move forward. You can put this all behind you. Let us help. We are here for you. I love you more than anything in my life, Maxie. It’ll be okay.” I finish with tears running down my face, overwhelmed with protectiveness and love for the girl in my arms.

“I love you too, Yelena. I’m glad you’re here.” She replies smiling.

Nat and Wanda join us and we all hug for a while.

Later on that day, after dinner we were all watching a hallmark movie Max and Wanda love. Max and Wanda fell asleep on me and Nat before the movie finished.

“How did you do that?” Nat asks me.

“Do what?” I ask.

“Calm her down. I don’t think either of us have been able to that fast before. How did you do it?”

“It’s how Kate always got me to calm down. It worked everytime.” I say back, slightly smiling.

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An accidental Exposure

An Accidental Exposure

A STORY BY MIKE

My 38-year-old wife has wildly curly blond hair and stands 5’ 6” She has beautiful blue eyes, soft perfect lips, and a long thin neck. Her B cup breasts are still perky and capped with what seems to be forever hard just off pink nipples. She has just a hint of a mom's muffin but after 2 kids I know why. Her shapely mound is hairless and she either has me shave it or has it waxed every few weeks. Her legs are long and shapely with thin ankles and beautiful feet, and she keeps her toes always painted to match her fingers.

Kim is by no means a prude, in fact, she is a wild lady in bed but she has always been, except for around the house, very conservative in her dress. I don’t remember the last time I saw her in public in anything but a mid-calf maxi-length dress or floor-length skirt. Her bras are lacy but not overly sexy and while she doesn't wear panties with them she always wears pantyhose, and that's because I asked her not to right after we got married. She also always wears wedge style 3” heels even wearing mules at home.

At home, her just past shoulder-length hair is always in a ponytail or piled up on her head held in place with pins that can only about halfway contain her curls. She wears my old work shirts or t-shirt sometimes with panties, a lot of the time without, or sometimes runs around in a thong but rarely with a bra.

Kim has a few tops that while they are not sheer are very see-through and come down to about halfway on her butt leaving it and her pubic mound mostly exposed. Most mornings when she gets up that's what she slips on knowing how much I love looking at her legs exposed all the way up to her mound.

At this point in the story, I have also got to say that except for her Gynecologist, the woman that does her waxing, and her massage lady, I am 100% positive no one but me has seen her nude since we got married.

I have an hour and twenty-minute drive to work if there is no traffic. It was on a Monday that I overslept. We had some friends over for Sunday dinner and it was about midnight when we finally got to bed.

It was 7 am when I woke up and by the time I was in my truck and on my way it was 8. At 9:30 am I stuck my head in my Partners' door, sorry I’m late, did I miss much.. He looked up and smiled, “No worries Mike, you're hardly ever late and no.”

I was still turning on my computer when Kent came to my office “You got that Anderson folder?”

I felt my face go white “Shit I was in such a rush I left it on my desk at home.”

“Is it all done?”

“Yes, I finished it Saturday.” I looked at him and said, “I’ll go get it.”

Kent laughed, “It’s a good thing you don’t often screw up and own half the company.” He was still smiling “I have to go out that way, well almost right past your place to get to Talbuts anyway. I can stop and pick the folder up on the way.”

I picked my keys up and pulled my house key off the ring saying “Kim will be at work so just let yourself in. It’ll be on the right-hand side of my desk.” Kent had been to the house many, many times and knew where my little bedroom turned into an office.

He took the key saying “I should be back but if things run long I’ll just see you in the morning.” he looked at me “You want me to keep the key?”

“That's fine I have a spare in the truck.”

Kim…

I had to laugh at my poor husband Mike running around like a chicken with his head cut off. He loved his work and his company almost as much as he loved me and I had to smile at him for being late because it made him crazy. I was still laying in the bed as I watched him as he rushed around trying to shave, have coffee, and dress all at the same time. Once he was out the door I picked up my cell pushing the speed dial button to call my office. I was still smiling while looking out through the kitchen's french doors as he was pulling out of the drive. I told my secretary I was not feeling well and would be networking with her and the office from home.

I love the freedom of being home alone. I went in and spent some time trying my hair in new ways and was thinking for the millionth time, “There is nothing to do with this curly shit. God, I hate trying to straighten it every day. Mike would shit!” I smiled as I was thinking of having it cut as I pinned it up. Still wearing my skimpy morning shirt I smiled at my reflection thinking about how much Mike liked seeing me almost naked like this. I laughed out loud “He can be a bit of a perv.” It made me shiver thinking about the things we did together, and the things I wished he knew I wanted to do…

It was about 11 am and I was standing in the din at the bar between it and the kitchen. I had my back to the front door while I stood looking at my laptop and checking my email. I heard the key in the door and knowing it was Mike turned, smiling as I leaned back on the bar resting on my elbows. I knew that my short shirt fell so my breasts with my quickly hardening nipples could be seen through the thin cloth. I also knew that it had pulled up completely exposing my hairless mound. I felt myself grow damp as I waited for Mike to walk in.

Kent and I both froze in place as I squeaked “What the fuck are you doing..umm with my house key!” I saw his eyes running over my mostly nude body and that’s when the old Kim took over my mind. I made no effort to cover up as his eyes ate me up.

“I..A… Mike forgot a folder this morning. He gave me his key. Kim, he told me…I'm sure he thought you were at work.” His eyes were drinking in what he was seeing and something in me liked it. In fact, that old something came to the surface, liking it a lot!

Trying to be cool I pointed to the hall and Mike's office “Want some coffee?” I asked, thinking I should put on a robe but making no effort to do so. I stood watching Kent as he looked at his watch. “My meeting isn’t till 2 sure I have time for a cup.” I moved away from the bar top but I saw him looking back at my exposed bottom as he turned to go back to Mike's office.

When Kent came back into the kitchen I was standing next to the kitchen island. I knew with the light from the french doors I may as well not even have a top on as he sat the folder on the countertop. I pointed to the cup of steaming coffee “You don’t take anything in it do you?”

“No..um look Kim” His eyes dropped to my breasts then down to my mound and long legs “I’m sorry. Maybe I should just go.”

“It’s up to you, no harm done here. I know neither you nor Mike, neither one knew I was home.” I looked into his eyes. “We just won’t ever talk about it and Kent, you will call from now on before you come by.”

Kent picked up the folder and smiled “God you are beautiful.” He turned to walk to the living room and stopped. I smiled as he took out his cell and again I have no idea why but I just stood there and sort of posed for him as he took a couple of pictures of me.

“Alright, that’s enough.” I smiled at him as the shutter clicked on the 3rd pic “Mike had better never ever see those, now you go on and get out of here.”

It was a good thing he had not looked too closely. I was so wet it was leaking down the inside of my thighs and the instant the door clicked shut I almost ran back to our bedroom. I got out my magic wand and for the next hour used it between my trembling thighs cumming 5 or 6 times before I shut it off. It was still held tightly between my thighs as I turned onto my side and fell asleep.

When I woke up, I was at once angry at myself for what I had done, angry that I was still horny from it and wondering what in the world had made me not even try to keep Kent from looking at my nakedness. Then talking out loud to myself I said, “You know what it was and why you did it you sick bitch!” It was then the guilt kicked in and I began to cry at how I had betrayed my husband and my wedding vows. I rolled onto my side, eyes wet, and looked at the clock. It was 4 pm.

When the tears stopped and as I pulled myself together I went in and took a really hot shower washing myself, feeling how tender my pussy was after an hour of grinding the ball of the magic wand into it and my clit. I was trembling at my betrayal as I washed worrying about Mike. I dried still wondering what to do, what if Kent said something. He wouldn't, would he?. He is married and has as much to lose as I do. No, he wouldn’t. But what about me? I have never lied to Mike about anything, not once not ever. I looked at my reflection as I put on a little brush of makeup. Again talking out loud to myself I said “It will be better if I’m upfront about it. Better he finds out from me than any other way.” Looking at how pink my cheeks were, I knew I couldn’t hide it from him anyway. He knew me too well.

Mike…

I was home at 10 past 6 pm just like every other day for the last 6 years. Kent was back early and had given my key back and I slipped it in the door and walked in. Kim was leaning back on her elbows against the bar and I was momentarily frozen in place as my eyes ran over her naked body. She looked so beautiful because all she was wearing was her nightshirt top.

“Mike, you stop right there.” I did as I was told and Kim started talking to me “I was as late as you but I called in telling them I was going to be working from home today.”

Her eyes searched my face “Imagine my surprise when hearing your key in the door I turned, thinking it was you only to find it was Kent coming in through the door. Mike, I was standing here just like this when he walked in.” She pointed to the hallway leading to the office. “Don’t say anything, just go to your office and come back.” Again I did as I was told, my mind screaming “FUCCKK!” as I walked back from my office finding her in the kitchen. She was standing next to the island, a cup of cold coffee still sitting where Kent had left it and she went on ” I was standing here just like this when Kent came back with the folder. I had offered him a cup of coffee but as you can see he didn’t drink it. He did tell me he was sorry for walking in on me.” She shook her head slowly back and forth her eyes looking into mine trying to see what I was thinking “Mike all of it was just a mistake,” Her hands came out to me in a sort of an I don’t know gesture “all of it that is but the fact I did nothing to cover my self, and the fact that me being so openly exposed had, well still has me so turned on I could scream!”

It was kind of like it wasn’t me, it was someone else that stepped up behind her. I had never been rough with Kim but now my hand went to the back of her neck as I pushed and turned her and as her hips stopped at the counter, it wasn’t me forcing her to bend over the island. With my free hand, I opened my pants letting them drop around my knees “OH! Mike SHIT!” Came from Kim “OHuhu!” As I placed the tip of my cock at her wet opening and pushed. My hands went to her tits and I pulled on them twisting her nipples “Aaaahhhh Umm!” She cried out and in my mind, I smiled at how she was pushing back on me. This wasn’t love-making, it was me taking what I wanted from her. I began pounding into her, taking her listening as she was gasping for air, and came, “Huh, Huh AAAaaaaaa!” She cried out as she came again. It was like her climax only seemed to madden this man that wasn't me. I was growling as I tried to push into her so deeply I thought my 9-inch cock would push through into her cervix as it bottomed out with each heated stroke “Aaaagod ohhhhHUHU!” She came again, she was shaking under me still pushing herself back into me meeting each thrust as I went at her like I was a jackhammer pounding into her.

When it happened it seemed to come from my toes up my legs ripping through my balls “I’m Cumming! Kim oh fuck! OHHH Gumphhh” I bellowed as I shot into her, emptying myself rope after rope of my white-hot seed getting pushed deeper into her as I tried to screw myself deeper than I had ever gone before. I had always been afraid of hurting her with my size, but now I gave her all of it listening to her whimper as she shook through another small cum.

I was frantic and still coming as I pulled out of her, hauling her back away from the island I pushed her to her knees. Still hard as stone, her eyes came up to mine as a glob of my cum hit her chin dripping down onto her right tit. She opened her mouth taking the last of what was in me, her eyes on mine as she swallowed it. That was something else she would never do. But she did that day licking and sucking me clean.

When I stepped away pulling up my pants I looked into her eyes, at her maybe bruised red lips, the cum on her tits. I wasn’t sure what I felt. I had never treated her like that and I didn't think I was sorry for it, in fact at that instant I didn't think I felt anything. This roughness was something I didn't know was in me and by the look on her face neither did she.

We didn’t talk. I helped her up from where she knelt on her now very red knees. Her eyes were still searching mine for a moment before she turned and went to our bedroom. When I heard the shower come on I went in and changed into a t-shirt and shorts.

It was about a half-hour before she came out of the shower with her wet curly hair all drawing up letting the pull up to their kinky curly natural look. She had on a t-shirt over nothing and black lycra volleyball shorts that plainly let me see it was without panties and as always in her 3” wedge style mules. She picked up her purse and held my truck keys out to me, being sure I saw she was holding them out by the house key. “Let's go to In and Out.”

We walked out to my truck and much to my surprise she got in on my side. She was sitting very close to me as we drove, but still not talking. In fact, nothing was said until we were on our way home. “Mike, it wasn't my fault.”

“I know.”

We had been in bed for a while. I could hear Kim breathing in the darkness of the bedroom, “Did I hurt you?”

She turned on her side to face me, her hand coming to my hair-covered belly “No.”

“Kim I am always so afraid of hurting you. Making it so you don’t want me in you anymore.”

“I’m not made of glass Mike, I won’t break.” She scooted close her right leg coming over mine. Her head came to my shoulder. “Mike...um..I…Shit babe don’t get angry please but I need to tell you this. Um...where to start… I have always known that deep inside of me was another person.” She was speaking very softly “When I was about, well let's just say young my Uncle Tim would come around. I was in cheer and I loved the attention I got when I would let him watch me as I practiced. Then one day I saw the lump in his pants.

I of course knew what it was and I started watching my dad, and then his friends, and the coaches. I slowly started to realize they were getting turned on looking at me.” She moved up on her elbow “So I started doing other things, mostly to my dad, uncle and their male friends that would come around, doing it because somewhere in my head I knew..” I could feel her shaking her head “ I had a sort of power over them. I also knew it could get bad for me but didn’t care. I just wanted them to look at me, I wanted them to get all sexed up thinking about me. I started buying panties that were while not sheer were thin enough that they could be seen through and wearing short dresses that were too short, short enough so that while setting or dancing around or bending they could see my pussy in them.

After I would spend time showing myself to them I would be so very wet I would run to my room and touch myself rubbing it like crazy.

It even got to the point I would let my uncle see me sometimes without my panties.” Kim ran her hand down over my tummy to my mound and gasped “Ohh.” At what she found. She moved up over me lifting then setting astraddle of me going on as she lowered herself down taking me in, then up and back down taking me deep in her belly and she went on. “As I got older I would do other things, like a skirt too short worn to the grocery so when I bent my bottom would show” She was moving very slowly on me “I would wear short skirts and dresses to the shoe store so when the sales guy would help fit the shoes I wanted to try on they would get a nice look up my skirt at my naked sex.” She had not picked up speed but I could feel her trembling inside as she said “I never..oh shit oh aaaaaa!” She moaned as she came flooding us both “Ohh Mike I..I…I’m not a slut!” I pushed up into her finding my own release as she leaned forward, I held her to me like that for a long time. “It was when I met and fell in love with you I changed my way of dress and quit being a bad girl.”

I held her to me until grew soft in her and slipped out, only then did she move off of me, turning onto her side facing away from me and speaking very softly, “Please don’t hate me. Mike, I haven't done anything bad since I married you.”

The next morning after a mostly sleepless night I showered in the guest bath to keep from waking her. I called Kim and I both in telling her work and mine we had a family emergency and would not be in the rest of the week.

It was about 9 am and Kim was nude and still damp from a shower when she walked into the kitchen. I saw she had just finger-combed her hair. “You know I love it when you just let your hair get all kinky crazy like that.”

She gave me a funny look, “I only ever straightened it because that's how it was when we met and I thought you liked it.” She poured a cup of coffee. “Trust me I’ll be more than happy to just let it curl for you if you like it.”

“I do.” I said as I pointed to the open french doors “Let's take our coffee out onto the deck.”

Kim frowned “I’ll need to slip..”

I put my hand on her arm stopping her “No you're ok, I think it’s private enough with everyone around us off at work.”

Outside at the little cafe table she loved, we sat facing out to the pool. “I’ll call and get a finance company to come out and put up a privacy fence around the back here.” I looked at her “You know when we first moved here I didn’t understand why you wanted it, but I get it now.”

Kim smiled, “I'd really like that.” She blushed “That is if you wouldn’t mind me with an all-over tan.

“Yea, I’m pretty sure I'd like it.” I looked at her “Honey, I couldn't sleep. I lay there in bed and thought about everything you told me and babe,” I reached over taking her hand “I wish I had known years ago.” I let my eyes search her face “But Kim, you have to know I’m no cuckold. I could not stand the thought of someone else touching you.”

She gave me sort of a twisted funny look “Oh, Mike no. My desire to be exposed has nothing to do with our sex life. Godman, the things you did to me yesterday still has my head spinning, no it has never been about that at all.” she shook her head, her eyes growing big “I am purely an exhibitionist. I just like to be looked at, that's all.”

We grew quiet each of our own thoughts about the changes that we both knew were coming.

“Kim I can do this but there have to be some rules for it to work for me.”

Her eyes dropped to my half-hard sex, “Okay, tell me.”

“I like how you dress for your work or church or whatever. I like that you, the you, you have you have been for all of these years.” I was getting more excited as I went on. “I am wondering if wearing sexy things under your normal dresses would help, you know lacy or sheer bra’s garter belts with stockings or lace teddies.” I kinda shrugged “I mean you can’t walk around with your ass hanging out all of the time, so do you think that would help.”

“It is nice to feel sexy under my clothes, so yes we could try that.”

I nodded ok as I said “I kind of got the impression you like to act like you don’t know you're showing off or it’s an accident. Am I right?”

“Well, yes and no. The teasing of flashing up my skirt has always been what gets my motor running, but I have often thought about wearing things that should have a slip without one or going braless in a top that shows just a little too much, that kind of thing.” She smiled “I do love to act like I don’t know what I’m showing, but Mike, I have to tell you it really turned me on being exposed to Kent, having him seeing me almost naked made my blood boil.” Kim stood and moved in front of me saying “I wonder what the pool guy would think if I was nude when he came around?” She moved so she was facing me and straddling my legs. She took my steel-hard manhood in her hand pointing it to her opening as she sat down on me. She was as wet as I ever felt her and I slipped easily into her belly. The feel of her heat was so hot it was as though it would burn me.

“Ummm.” I was having a hard time thinking as she moved in that ever so slow way she always seemed to enjoy “I guess I don’t care how much or how little you wear when you are with me.” I put my hands on her butt cheeks helping her move. “But when I am not around you have to be covered just like you always have been in the, oh honey...in the past.” She leaned into me, her breasts mashing into my chest “Ummm” I whispered into her ear.

Her lips came to my neck kissing it up to my ear and she nibbled on its lobe softly saying “I’m so close.” I pushed up tilting my hips as I went in all the way to the bottom “Oh godddd!” Her hips began jackhammering on me as she sucked in air “Aaaaaaaaaa!” When her lips found mine she gasped into my mouth “Cum in me!”

It only took a few hard thrusts up and I exploded sending rope after hot rope up into her sucking womb “Ghhhh!” I shook, pumping it into her.

She rested on me as I held her. She stayed with her head on my shoulder long after I grew soft and slipped out.

“Babe, listen, it's very important that you only play when I'm around. I know men and I don’t want some guy to think that just because you let him look up your dress you want his hand up it or worse to think because you let him he see it you wanted him to fuck you.” I kissed her soft pink lips “Alright.”

“Yes, my love, that's fine.”

We spent the rest of the day in and out of the house talking about her, the things she wanted, and me with the things I thought I could handle and keep her safe.

The next morning we were to go shopping and as I shaved she asked: “What should I wear?”

“Honey,” I looked at her reflection as I pulled the razor over my face. “I’m going to say that today is your day. Wear what you want.”

I was having a coffee when she came into the kitchen. Kim wore her normal just past knee-length button-down maxi dress with black slingback peep toe 3” wedge heels and her blond hair was wildly unkempt. “God, women, you are so beautiful.” I looked at how the top 4 buttons of her dress were open showing a lot of the valley between her obviously braless breasts. I let my eyes travel down and as she took a step in a sort of letting me see and I saw that the buttons in the bottom of her dress were open up so the last open button was the one about an inch below her smooth sex. “Do you want me to wear panties?” She smiled.

“No.”

We went to several stores and when she would try on things she almost always left the curtains of the changing room open at least a quarter of the way. Always enough so that me or anyone else looking could watch her change.

She bought several shelf bras that went under the bottom of her breast leaving the top half and her nipples uncovered. She bought lacy garter belts in reds, blacks, and blues and Wilford stockings to wear with them. She bought some lace bodysuits and tap pant-style jumpers. She bought some almost sheer blouses and some dresses that without a slip would be seen through or at least highlighted showing that she had no slip-on. Then she bought 3 denim skirts that were well above mid-thigh and I knew if she sat wearing one there would almost be no way for her to not show panties, if she wore any.

It was almost 3 in the afternoon when she looked at me. “I’m hungry and need a drink.”

There was a little pub in the back of scoobies restaurant and so with the back seat of the truck filled with bags we stopped. Kim had a Margarita and I drank a Lone Star in a long neck. She was a little quiet, the constant chatter of her shopping being replaced by something else, she looked kind of thoughtful. I asked, “So what’s going through that beautiful head of yours now?”

She tilted her head to the side “I... well...Mike I want to get my nipples, belly button, and clit pierced.” I guess I kind of did an oh shit kind of thing with my head and it must have shown on my face because she said, “But I won’t do it if you don’t..”

I interrupted her “Do we need an appointment or is it something we can have done today?”

She half smiled “They do it at little Johns.” John has always done my tattoos and I knew

he did piercings, I just wanted to know if she knew it.

Watching her face I pulled out my cell “John please, it’s Mike King.“Hey John, how are you...Yes fine, fine.” I looked at Kim's smiling face “Well my friend, my wife has decided that she wants her nipples, belly button, and gig pierced, would you have time to do it this afternoon?... Cool. See you in about 30 minutes.”

John as always was happy to see us. I have over time spent a boatload of money sitting in his tattoo chair and he knows Kim from her coming with me when I get inked. This would be a first for me in that I was going to be with her when she not only got naked with an almost stranger but he would be touching her intimate place. It would be her first time being touched but her second time being seen after Kent. John looked at me. “You ok man? A lot of guys have to wait outside.”

“Yes. I’m fine” I chuckled looking at Kim “This is the first time I've been here that it’s not going to hurt me.”

In the little room, Kim, not shy at all, took off her dress and hung it up. I watched her standing naked while watching John put the fresh paper on the chair. “Ok, Kim, if you're ready to go, have a seat.” Her cheeks were flushed with excitement as she sat on the chair and John patted the stirrups like a gynecologist would have on his table “Feet up here hun.” Now with her feet up and her knees bent John pushed a button and an electric motor came to life opening the bottom of the chair up. Her eyes shot to mine as it spread Kim's legs about as wide open as they would go leaving her sex fully exposed. John on a rolling stool moved between her legs and as he worked he talked telling her what he was going to be doing. I saw her growing wet and how it glistened in the light as he said he wanted to do her gig first because it was the hardest. Still talking to her about it he slowly started washing her sex with paper towelettes. He told her they were soaked in a clear betadine and by this time she was wet as hell but doing fine until he pulled back the hood of her clit, her eyes came to mine then closed as an involuntary “HUH! Oh!” came from her.

He held her clits hood up with his gloved fingers as he put a clamp on it with a loop in the tip. The clamp held her hood in place so the needle with the ring hooked to it would go through her clit. With the clamp attached to her hood, his fingers went to her clit and suddenly her eyes went wide as she gasped “Oh Oh Aaaa!” and while she didn’t squirt she did almost flood herself as she came “Aaah umm!” and in that instant, John pushed the needle through. He held the palm of his hand flat over her clit cupping it for a moment or so to let her rest for a moment and he was still talking like nothing had happened, “You doing ok?” He again washed her down with the towelettes.

Her eyes searched my face as she said “John I’m sorry.”

“Kim.” he chuckled. “that happens to about 98% of the ladies that come in here to get their gig done.” He shrugged looking at me “That's why if I didn’t know you I would have had you wait outside.” He looked back at Kim “I don’t know why, but I guess it’s a combination of the skin's reaction to the betadine, a stranger touching you in such an intimate way, and then there is the pain. I know it hurts.”

30 minutes later with her boobs and belly button done, we were holding hands walking out to the truck, She shook my hand “Mike I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”

As she slipped up into the truck seat I leaned in and kissed her, “You're fine.” I smiled “and if I’m truthful with you and myself, that was sexy as hell.”

Over the next few days really nothing much changed at home. Kim as always wore skimpy things that I loved. The fence company showed up one day and the next they were gone so our backyard became our own little nudist heaven. We had gone out to dinner a few times with Kim wearing one of her new shelf bras and a blouse that plainly showed off her nipples.

But her pussy was still a little tender so there wasn’t much in the way of sex.

It was just past 9 AM when my cell buzzed. I smiled to see it was Kent’s wife and our friend Amy. “Hey beautiful what's up?”

“We need to talk. Can you meet me at Ables for lunch?”

“Sure. What Time?”

“11:30.”

“Amy, are you ok?”

“No.” I frowned when the phone went dead.

She was sitting in her car when I pulled up. Ables is a place that makes Hoagie-style sandwiches and I was really looking forward to eating. As I walked to her car the door swung open and as Amy turned to get out her wrap skirt opened all the way up exposing her very shapely leg up to her hip. In fact, if it hadn’t been for the belt at her waist keeping it closed it would have opened up to her beautiful neck. “Hi.” I smiled.

“Hi yourself.” She leaned in, kissing me softly on the lips. Amy is a short woman, I'm guessing about 5’ 2” with shoulder-length brown hair glasses and a round face. She isn’t what I’d call a full-figured, but she is thick with a full c-cup, and for a big girl she had a small waist, a great ass, and those legs, oh my those legs. She hooked her arm into mine as we started walking. We had met in college so I knew her long before Kent or Kim. In fact, I had introduced her to Kent. We walked into the place and once seated with our order taken she looked at me. “There is no easy way to say this. Mike, I’m leaving Kent. She pulled a cell phone from her bag, opened it then pushed it to me. I looked at the picture of Kim standing next to the kitchen island, and I put the cell phone in my jacket pocket.

“Amy, they are not having an affair if that's why you're leaving Kent.”

She gave me a hard look “They aren’t? Then what in the fuck is that?” She pointed to my pocket.

And for the next few minutes, I told her the whole story about me forgetting some papers and when Kent went to get them he walked in on Kim still dressed from bed. “Amy, Kim told me all about it that evening when I got home.”

Amy frowned and asked, “And Kent didn’t tell you about it?”

I said, “No,” I shook my head saying, “‘But then I don’t think I‘d tell him if I walked in on you and then spent 15 or 20 minutes with you mostly naked as I got the papers and left. I know it was that long because Kim told me they talked for a couple of minutes. But Amy I'll tell you again they are not screwing around.” I looked at her “Have you asked him about it?’

“No. He left his cell home the other day and I went to answer it when it rang. That's when I got nosy and looked at his pictures.”

“Kim told me there's more than one?” I pulled the cell out of my pocket and looked at all 3 pictures. Kim looked hot and I felt myself lengthen in my pants but other than being mostly nude she wasn’t doing anything naughty. I shook my head “Amy, I well, alright let me tell you the rest of it.”

She and I ate and then drove to a park by Brushy Creek and spent the rest of the afternoon talking about Kim and what I had learned about her and us. Amy told me about Kint and while she could not prove it she was sure he was screwing around on her with someone.

“Why do you think that?”

“He has since the day we got married been the horniest man I have ever known and if I would let him he would screw me 4 times a day. Well, it has slowly stopped.” She had a sad smile. “He hasn’t touched me in 5 or 6 months.”

“Amy, that doesn’t mean he has a girlfriend. For god’s sake woman you have to talk to him, you can’t just walk out.” I took her hand in mine and squeezed it “He’s 50, maybe..”

Amy’s eyes went wide, “ED problems?”

“It could be. Want me to get nosy?”

That evening as Kim and I cooked dinner together she listened quietly as I went through the whole story with Amy thinking she was fucking Kent. She stopped in the middle of the kitchen holding her hands out to me “Mike I swear on my kid’s eyes I’m not fucking him.”

I smiled as I stepped to her and took her in my arms, I kissed her deeply saying “I know babe.” I pulled back looking into her beautiful eyes. “I know.” I chuckled, “And we don’t have any kids.”

“You ass hat!” Her arms still around me she asked “So what do you think is going on?”

I shrugged my shoulders “Maybe he can’t get it up. He is the right age and maybe he is too embarrassed to talk to her about it. I told Amy I'd talk to him.”

The next morning after the day had started I went to Kent’s office and closed the door. As I sat down across from him I sat the cell on his desk. I watched the color drain from his face. “Where did you get my phone?”

“Kent, relax. Kim told me everything the evening it happened. You and I are ok.” I saw him visibly relax “The problem is, it wasn’t me that found it. It was Amy.”

“Well fuck.” came out from clenched teeth. “And she saw the pictures and came right to you?”

“Yes. Shit Kent she thought you were fucking Kim.”

His hand came up “WHOA BUDDY! Mike, I’m not!”

“I know, and I think Amy knows now. Look if she hadn’t come to me I wouldn’t have said a word because I would not have told you if something like that happened with me and Amy. Kent, she told me you haven’t touched her in months. No wonder she thinks your fucking around.”

“Well this is just getting better and better isn’t it ” He shrugged “What the fuck! No...It’s just that I’m having problems.” His shoulder went down as he sort of collapsed in his chair “Mike I don’t know what to do.”

“Well, the first thing you do is talk to your wife about it. The next thing is you make a doctor’s appointment. It might be something other than your an old fucker.”

A slight smile came to his lips “Fuck you to buddy.”

I grinned at him “Look beside the little blue pill there are 1000s of different ways you can keep both you and Amy happy in the sack.” I stood up and said, “Come on, I want to go to the toy store anyway.”

That evening after the lights were out I whispered to Kim “If you want to try something new roll onto your tummy.” Without a word she did as I asked “Spread your legs babe, I need to get between them.” Again she simply did as I asked and moving between them I began to massage her. I started on her shoulders and worked down until I was rubbing on her butt cheeks. I pulled them apart as I leaned in and kissed her right on her star.

“Oh!” there was just a hint of her pushing up to my lips “Babe! What are you doing?”

My hands were moving over her legs as I was still bent over her. I blew cool air onto her ring “Ohh.” I kissed it again “mmm.”

I rose up picking up the KY jelly I had set next to us and put some on her star. Now as my left hand moved over her back the thumb of my right hand worked at slipping into her, In then out “Oh BABE!” I then got deeper and deeper in until my whole thumb was in her and she was humping slowly on it “OOOOO BABAE!”

I moved again, working more KY into her with my thumb as I picked up the ¾ inch rosebud anal toy I had bought that day. I pulled my thumb out and as the tip of it came out the tip of the plug went in. Again I work her slowly with her gasping “HUH HUH OH YES OOOO!” As I worked it deeper and deeper until the head slipped in past her accepting sphincter and it sucked the plug sucking it in “OGGHHOOGGod OH fuck I’m cumming!” She pushed up into my hand gasping “Aaaaaaaaaaa'' Then trembling from her cum she moved to her side slipping away from me. “Oh, fuck Mike!” She turned on the bed and with me still on my knees as I had been between her open thighs brought her lips to my sex.

I was already really turned on and with her mouth and talented tongue I didn’t last long “I’m about to cum.” I warned her, she renewed her effort in the dark of the bedroom. “Ho!” I gasped expecting her to pull back as she had always done. But she didn't, she pushed in taking me deep in her throat and as my burning hot seed shot out of me I felt her throat working to swallow me. “KIM!” I called out “God!” Needing air she pulled back keeping the tip between her lips sucking it like a straw. It was the first time she swallowed every drop, then with air in her lungs again she took me back into her throat catching the last of it. She pulled back licking and sucking as I grew soft in her mouth. “I love you!” She whispered as she moved to pull me down next to her. It was also the first time I tasted myself on her lips and tongue. Then breaking our kiss I whispered back “That's good because I love you.” I pulled her hand. “Come on, let's get you cleaned up.”

Nothing was said about the butt plug or the fact that we had never done anything like that before. It was about 10 am the next Saturday she was in the kitchen when I walked in, “Kim I have something for you. Close your eyes.”

Smiling, she did as I had asked, saying “What kind of magic are you up to this time?”

“I chuckled “Oh you will see. Bend over the counter please.” Again she did as I asked and with my left hand I spread her vagina lips as I placed the next toy at her opening “You're really wet, do you want some lube?”

“No, OHH!” I pushed the head of the mouse in “OHHHH!” It slipped completely in and I used my finger to push it in as deeply as I could get it. “What is that?” She looked over her shoulder at me. “It’s all nice and warm.”

“I had it in my hand for a while to bring it to my body temperature. It is a kegel exercise.” I lied.”

I stepped back and she turned to frown at me as with exasperation in her voice she asked: “Are you saying I’m loose or too big to feel good!”

I smiled just a little “No silly! Not at all. But I have read that ladies can keep from dripping when they cough if they work that muscle. You know I see you cross your legs when you cough or sneeze.”

I pulled her to me “No babe, your pussy is perfect!” I kissed the tip of her nose “And I’d love to take you with it out for lunch.”

Still frowning, her hand went between her legs finding the antenna hanging down “What's this?”

“Well it's so more weight can be hooked to it making it harder and harder to keep in.”

“You're taking me to the Olive Garden for making me think my pussy is not tight enough.” She smiled, “Besides I have a new dress I want to wear.”

The new dress was off-white, almost ten, and Kim looked elegant in the plain boat neck unlined midi dress with half sleeves. It was a cotton dress and were it not for the folds in the full skirt would have been very see-through. As it was when she moved and the skirt touched her or the light was right I was able to see it shining through it. To say the least, it was quite an eye opening and fun to look at. There was a flat belt around the waist and because she was wearing a tan half bra her nipples were out there for the world to see. “You look amazing!” I must have had a goofy grin because she blushed.

“Thanks, babe!”

As we drove to the restaurant she was quiet, then she looked at me “Tell me the truth about whatever it is you have in me!”

“No.”

“You're killing me here, you know that, don’t you, you ass hat!”

“Good.” We were parking. “You just keep thinking that.”

As we walked into the restaurant I could not help but look at the people we passed. For the most part, the women would smile or look away but I think every man in the place had their eyes glued to Kim's breasts. I felt myself lengthen in my pants.

Once seated I smiled sweetly as the waiter walked up “Would you like wine? We have an excellent Lambrusco available right now.”

I had taken out my cell and had it sitting on the table and just as she said yes... I touched the screen “OH!” There was a fire in her eyes as they met mine “I’m sorry yes..Um..shit, that will be fine.”

He was walking away and I turned it off and in a harsh whisper asked, “What in the blue balls of hell is that thing?”

I smiled and turned it on again giving it a little more vibration. “It's called a mouse and I have it hooked to my cell so I can make the mouse move whenever I want to.” I turned it back off watching her move a little uncomfortable in her seat.”

And that was the beginning of a whole new chapter in our life....

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Far Away Eyes (Chap. 3)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

words: 3361

cw: yandere, kidnapping, sex mention,

Pairings: Ingo/Reader, Emmet/Reader, Background Maxie x Archie (Reader is their kid)

Summary: You wake up in a new, terrifying predicament. Resistance won't work; you have to be smart about how to escape.

You walked into your shared apartment that night. All the lights were off, a minor way of Elesa being spiteful. It was easily ignorable, however. Your muscle memory already knew the home by that point. Flicking on the light, you stretched. A shower would be nice. Then you would text Tony a 'good night' and pass out. Work was sure to be awkward in the morning if Elesa was still upset with you, but that would have to be something for you to bear. The model was not in charge of your love life.

The hot water had never felt so nice on your skin. Your mind rushing to memories of younger years when your papa tried to convince you that water was better than ground by drawing you nice warm baths. The joke was on him, because your dad actually enjoyed them himself. He would crawl in with you and unwind from a stressful day at whatever his work was then. You were never told how they got their money, but you knew your dad had come from a wealthier family. Not that you had ever met them. Apparently, they were not happy with your dad's love of geology and taste of men. There was something else, too, but you never bothered to ask.

The shower came to an end, and you crept to your bedroom. Pulling your phone from your discarded clothes' pocket, you discovered over fifty missed calls from Emmet and a few from Elesa. She did not. You would kill her if she got Tony in trouble at work. That was a low-blow for literally no reason. You huffed. The planned 'good-night' text was sent before you crawled into bed. Slowly, you drifted into a peaceful slumber.

All your problems would only exist tomorrow.

For now, you were at ease.

You stirred awake with an abnormal grogginess. It had been slightly later than when you normally went to sleep, but you did not think it would have affected you this much. While moving to stretch, you made a terrifying discovery. A clang resounded as you attempted to free your arms.

Cuffs.

There were cuffs on your wrists. They were cuffing you to the bed. A bed that was not at all your own. Fear coursed through your veins. You observed the surroundings closely. A black dresser with a neatly folded pair of slacks on it and a white button down. A worn-down Litwick plush lay on a wall shelf. Your breath got caught in your throat.

No.

That was impossible.

You started sobbing and struggling uselessly. Clanging echoed from your movements while hiccups left you. Slow, careful steps approached the door and opened it. No. Why would they? This must have been a joke of some sort.

Ingo stood in the doorway with a calm expression, an apron covering a nice pair of ghost-type themed pyjamas.

"Ah, dear, you're awake," his tone was a gentle one, "I know that you are upset, but I must ask that you stop doing that. It will only hurt your wrists. The room is soundproofed." He sat a plate of sunny-side up eggs beside you.

"Ingo! Why are you doing this?" you cried. "This isn't funny! Uncuff me!"

His silver eyes stared at you adoringly. He tsked his tongue and sat down beside you on the bed. A soft, warm hand pressed itself to your cheek as he smiled at you. "My darling… This is for your own safety," he clarified, "Emmet and I know about all the pain you faced in Hoenn; the harrassment, the assaults, an attempt on your life…" You froze. How could they have found that out?

"… I never told you about that," you spoke carefully, a hot rage and cold fear blending together in your veins. You needed to calm down. What would your dad do in this situation? He would complain, most obviously, but he would also start to plan. If this was not some prank, you needed to tread these waters carefully. Elesa would notice you were gone, surely. Hopefully, she would not immediately blame poor Tony and throw off the entire investigation.

"You did not. While I understand why you didn't, I hope you realise that we would never judge you," Ingo began to divide the eggs, "We learnt it from Elesa, who asked your previous Gym Leader about it. I'm sorry for all the pain you faced from your fathers' actions. You'll never go through anything like that again. Emmet and I will keep you safe and happy." His promise settled like a stone in your stomach.

"Ingo. I don't need protection. I am fine, no one is hurting me here," you explained, hoping to appeal to his understanding side. Maybe he was just worried for you after learning that. You did not appreciate their creeping around you to obtain it, but you supposed with how you avoided the topic like the plague, they must have been a bit concerned. This, however, was too much. You did not need to be cuffed to a bed. Ingo shook his head. He picked up some eggs with his fork and brought the metal to your lips. You stared at him in terror.

"… Dear, please don't resist," he spoke as you turned your head from the fork. "I made them especially for you. Must you be so cruel? I know you must be hungry." You refused to look at him. He tried for a few more moments before dropping the fork on the plate with a loud clang. The twin stomped away from you. Leaving the room, you wondered if he had given up.

A distant conversation was heard, but you were unable to make out the words. Gasping rang out before stomping, before the door was thrown open once more to reveal an irate Emmet. You shivered under his glare, but he relaxed his expression after examining you. He crawled on top of you in the bed, a gentle coo leaving his throat. You felt bile sting your throat as he pressed kisses all over your face while his arms came around you.

Trying to move your body into the mattress to escape his unwanted affection, he pulls away from you with a pout. "You are being mean. Ingo wasn't lying," Emmet's monotone holds frightening implications, "Patience is important, he says. You love us already. I've seen it in your eyes. My darling is just confused. Verrrry confused." He is talking, but you are unsure if it is to you or to himself. "You dads are bad, bad men. You're scared from the abuse you faced. We'll keep you safe. You'll become happy soon. Yep! Very happy. I love you!" You whine when he squeezes you too tight. He loosens up as Ingo enters the room. His brother gently removes him away from you.

The older twin tries to feed you once more while the younger watches you with an intense look. When you still reject the meal, Ingo sighs. Emmet demanded he keep trying, but a look at his watch showed that time was running out. A clearing of his throat catches Ingo's attention. "Our shift begins soon," the younger twin speaks, with something underlying his tone, "Do you think One of us should stay behind and punish them? They've been bad." Ingo shakes his head and grabs the plate from the bedside table. "No. Let's give them today to reflect on it," he motions his brother to follow him from the room, which Emmet does, "If they are still acting in this manner by the evening, then we'll see about a punishment."

The door shuts, and you are left alone.

With the brothers gone from pestering you, there is more time to reflect as to just what the hell is going on. They discovered your past and kidnapped you in some insane ideals of keeping you safe from harm. Despite the fact that you were not in any danger in Unova. No one knew who you were, much less what your parents had done. Of course, that was seemingly not the only reason. Love, Emmet had said. He loved you, and he acted under the belief that you reciprocated those feelings. Did you? Well, perhaps before all of this.

Now, however, you were left bitter and angry. They left you cuffed to a bed with nothing to occupy your mind or any way to obviously escape. Clearly, a set of keys were required to unlock the cuffs, but you were unable to even begin to get your wrists free. You tugged again for good measure, but they did not even begin to become loose. They were padded on the inside so as to not cause too much damage to your skin, as well. Nothing was left within your range to grab or obtain. All you could do was ponder.

Punishment. Emmet mentioned wanting to punish you. What that entailed, you did not wish to find out. If they were as delusional as they were acting, maybe you could play along. Follow their will, so long as it did not cross any personal boundaries. Gain their trust before making your grand escape. Then you could return to Elesa, or maybe even Hoenn. You would call your fathers and send them a thousand texts about this horrifying situation. You closed your eyes.

Yes, that sounded like a plan.

From their return that evening, you pretended to go along with their wants for you. Ingo had made a nice meal for dinner and carefully fed it to you. Compliments and praise poured from his mouth as you ate his food. It bothered you how nice his cooking was. You thanked him for the meal after you finished, to which he gave you a small smile.

"I knew you would be hungry after refusing to eat this morning. You are more than welcome, my dear," his voice was a soft rumble in your ears, and his hand gently trailed down your face, "You were simply afraid, I understand. Please, I ask that you never do such a thing again. To know you're in pain is simply something that I cannot bear." You nodded and promised to no longer resist. He let out a relieved sigh. A soft kiss was pressed to your head. He leaves with the left-over dishes, and you swallow your heart as you feel disgusted with yourself.

Emmet swarms you with affection nearly constantly. As soon as he could, he moved you into his room. A different environment entirely from Ingo's own. Your cuffs were reattached around his headboard, and he sought to wrap himself around you. The warmth of his body soaks yours as he hums in contentment. His cheek rubs against your own. Hands explore all over your form. Sometimes moving into more uncomfortable locations. You do not fail to notice how he observes your reaction carefully.

Whenever he sees your uneasiness, they move away and into a gentler massage. His lips meet wherever there is skin available to him. Gentle coos and exclamations are made about how cute you are, and how he loves you verrry much. You hate how your body slowly begins to enjoy his touches, despite how they make goosebumps rise. It becomes easier to lean into his embrace and allow him to smother you in his unyielding love.

"Verrry adorable, darling! Super cute! Heehee, I can tell you'll be fully accepting soon!" a saccharine coo leaves him while his lips pepper kisses across your cheeeks. His hands grab at your sides as he lays on top of you. Silver eyes stare down at you obsessively. "Sweet, sweet honey… Do you think we could… Mmm… No. You're still too nervous." You shudder at the implication but manage a sheepish smile.

The passage of time is lost on you. It had certainly been a few weeks, you believed, but it was impossible to tell. They never gave you a calendar or a date. You sighed as Ingo washed your hair. He had drawn you a nice bath, with oils added to the water and bubbles foaming softly upon the surface. His fingers worked away at a stress previously unbeknownst to you. Silver eyes watched carefully as you relaxed into the water. You were acting so well towards him and his brother. The initial shock blooming into a reluctant acceptance.

You already seemed much more comfortable than you had been in your previous life. The distress brought on by being in an entirely different region from the one you had grown up in after living with aggressive scorn from those around you. Ingo and Emmet had been lucky you moved here. Such a soft, gentle person needed to be protected from the harsh reality outside. The built up suds were gently washed away.

A light kiss was pressed onto your shoulder, pulling you from the haze you lulled yourself into. You preferred Ingo to be the one to bathe you, as he seemed to have no interest in engaging with anything sexual with you. Emmet did not even bother to hide what he wanted. He held himself back, however. Patience, Ingo reminded you both. All of you would come together in time.

You found yourself unconsciously giving in more and more to them than you needed to keep yourself safe. At times, it felt easier to lie that this was just a normal relationship with a strange arrangement at play. It was untrue, of course. A simple fib to get through your days cuffed to a headboard with nothing else to do but sleep until the twins returned from the station. That, or you could reflect on your past. Precious memories from times that were now completely unreachable.

Days on the beach when you were younger. Your dad squirrelled away under an umbrella and slathered in sunscreen, an undershirt on his upper body and maroon, stripped swim trunks. Your papa dove right into the water, taking you along with him. You knew how to swim before you knew how to walk. You were certain. He had boisterous laugh as you splashed him with water, and he retaliated. Somehow, water managed to end up on your dad, who grew frustrated and stomped over before being pulled into the blue by your papa. He hugged him tight and pressed a kiss on his lips affectionately. Your papa turned to beam at you.

That was love, you were certain. Even when they were separated, it was clear the other was still on their mind. They respected each other's autonomy and gave space when they both acknowledged how unhappy they were together. It hurt to learn your parents would split apart. They still loved you, but time was needed. Time brought them at the other's necks and deeper into their foolish ideals.

The twins did not understand love. Love was patient and kind, not suffocating and oppressive. An affection towards them did bud in your chest, however. If they had simply approached you like normal people instead of acting as they had, then you could have been in a normal, healthy relationship with them.

"You know… We have decided to leave you uncuffed tomorrow," Ingo spoke as turned away from you while you dried yourself off, "You've been so good as of late that we want to give you more things to do." Your chance to escape was getting closer and closer. You smiled and thanked him genuinely. A blush came across his cheek. You pressed a kiss to his cheek absentmindedly.

You did not try to escape immediately after they allowed you to roam the apartment.

No, you were waiting for a prime opportunity. A way to sneak away while they were least expecting it. Right after they gave you such an important privilege was hardly a good idea. You continued along in their delusions. Recalling some of the recipes Ingo had taught you, dinners were made for them when they returned home from work. Their reactions sealed it as a good idea. Ingo expressed his gratitude endlessly, pulling into a long embrace before kissing you deeply. Words never stopped spilling from his lips. Emmet squeezed you tight and covered your face in kisses. You were so sweet to them.

You continued these subtle, nice things in order to build their trust more and more. It worked brilliantly. Baths drawn for Ingo were beloved and led to him being more lax around you. Initiating cuddles with Emmet or taking care of his Joltiks brought forth a loosened grip on you. You still resisted his obvious pleas and begging for sex, but the affection seemed to keep him satiated for now. They grew comfortable and used to you.

It was obvious you were almost where they wanted you.

Soon, your relationship would move to the next level.

You were never going to find out what that meant.

Secretly, you watched the code Emmet entered while cleaning off the dishes that had been used for that morning's breakfast. The art of sublity had been obtained during your captivity. The dishes were finished as the twins yelled a farewell, and you moved to see them off. Falling into your role, you kissed each of the men on the cheek and wished them a good day. Emmet beamed at you and pressed his lips to your ear. "We're getting you a surprise today!" he whispered before blowing on the flesh. Ingo rolled his eyes from his brother's antics and then moved in for his affection to dote upon you.

A final wave was given, and they walked out the door. It shut behind them, being locked by a key outside. The alarm turned on and made opening the door impossible without alerting them and everyone else in the building. Your dad did not raise a dumb child, however. He had ridiculous levels of security over his projects, enlisting the help of Courtney to further protect everything. You wrote the code down on a piece of paper so you would not forget it.

You sat down at the table and waited. An afternoon rush should be perfect for your escape. They had both been so busy as of late, with the holidays still fast approaching and having people buzzing throughout Nimbasa. You rested your head on your hand. Where would you go after your escape? Back to Hoenn? A year likely was not enough time to have been forgotten by the wider populace. Elesa? Maybe. She would definitely be upset after learning that her friends had kidnapped you and made you play house with them full-time. Times like these made you wish for your fathers all the more. They would keep you safe from the twins, without a doubt.

You were glad you had left your pokemon in the PC before your date, or else you would be much too worried about them. Soon, you could get back to them. As soon as you had your Manectric again, that would be another layer of protection. You could go to Alola. That would be a place more like Hoenn. Not exactly, of course, but just close enough for some much-needed comfort. It would also be miles away from these possessive twins.

The afternoon had come before you had realised it. A strange hesitation comes over you as you walk up to the keypad. If you walked out… Well, you needed to be certain that you would not be caught. Punishment could entail a number of things, but you feared what they would do to you. A once over of the apartment sent you deeper into thought. Your memory of the distant past, looking over your dad's maroon and black themed living room, bidding farewell to your stuffed Camerupt and leaving to hopefully never return. Freedom is obtained, but at the cost of your connection to your parents. A connection that still had not been reacquired.

Did you…

Did you really want to go? Or had you been caught up so much in escaping people who loved you again? Could you handle being alone again? It was a scary thought, but…

You couldn't handle it.

You could take it.

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