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cherry-leclerc · 7 months

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about you ☆ cl16

genre: yearning, humor, pwp (smuttt, perhaps a bit dirtier than I intended, yikes), glimpse of fluff!

word count: 5.8k

Where Charles reminisces on his first love, where for a while, you were all his. First loves are portrayed as something you never want to forget or in this case, forgive. And it all started with a painting.

nsfw warning under the cut!

18+...penetrative sex, doggy style, spit, squirting, teary eyes, teasing, polaroids (ha!), slightly mean/teasing charles

inspired by this and this !

when inspo hits it hitsss. wrote a small one as a little treat, so grab your popcorn babyyy! enjoy! :)

“What about you?”

The group had settled into quite a comfortable spot, gossiping about first loves, if you really care about that type of thing, and spilling secrets. Seeing as it was late November everyone either had a cup of coffee or hot chocolate, courtesy of Lily.

“I don’t really like to talk about her anymore.” The room grows silent as Charles tries to play off the sudden shift. At times like these he almost envied the cold. The cold never once got questioned of why it was like that, but he knew the same wouldn’t go for him.

“Uh uh,” Daniel clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “We all went around sharing, it's only protocol you do the same.”

If anyone felt Charles grow uncomfortable, they chose to ignore it. He can’t be too upset, before this he was enjoying his time, up until the attention turned to him. If it were anything else, he’d give it a go, but he knows too well that he can’t get out of this one.

“I’ll make it easier for you,” Lewis tries to ease the Monegasque. “How did you meet her?”

He feels quite sad that it takes him a while to remember, but eventually he recalls it all.

“I met her in LA.”

Staring up at the blazing sun you spill out dirty curses. You had been frolicking in the shops trying to find a decent vegan restaurant for your boss to enjoy. Digging out a hair tie from your tote bag has you even more irritated than you ever thought possible.

Stepping inside a small art gallery, you decide to refuge there for a bit. The cool AC instantly has you shutting your eyes in pleasure.

“How much for this piece?”

You pop an eye open before deciding not to spare a glance. “I don’t work here.”

The man lets out an awkward cough before excusing himself. “Sorry, I just thought…my mistake.” Feeling bad you turn your head.

“It’s alright, I should apologize as well.” Catching a first glimpse makes you hate yourself just a tiny bit for acting like a bossy LA girl. Didn’t help that he also had the nicest eyes humanly possible.

“I’m Charles.”

Mutually, you both spend some time walking around. He lets you know he’s only visiting as he is a foreigner. You let out a small sigh. “Lucky you didn’t grow up in LA. Extremely tiring, I can tell you that much.”

“Tiring how?” He glances at you for a split second before looking at the nearest canvas. You hum.

“You eventually grow tired of being someone you’re not.”

The stranger seems to feel bad enough based on his facial expression, but he understood what you were saying. A single ring expands into the air as you bite down on your lip.

“Shit, my boss.” Completely enthralled into your conversation time had completely slipped your mind. “I have to get going, but it was nice to meet you…”

“Charles,” he reminds you as you share an embarrassed nod. Something inside of him tells him to ask for your number, though it really wouldn’t be wise enough to do, he��s not even from here or a regular visitor. It wouldn’t make sense.

“...264,” you finish telling him as he quickly types in your phone number.

“Great. I’ll see you later for dinner.”

“Since when do you visit LA?” Pierre’s voice is filled with betrayal. Charles rolls his eyes at his friend. “Mate, you know I’ve always wanted to go there for Nobu!”

“Yeah, well no need to worry I’ll leave LA all to you now.” The definite confirmation in Charles’ voice has everyone wondering how bad things could have gotten between their friend and the unnamed girl he had once been hung up on, though he would never admit it.

“How did the dinner go?” Alex curiously questions, trying to dig in deeper. He knew he wanted to get the best version since Lily had practically begged him to fill her in on the drive back home.

“It was the best date I’ve ever had.”

“Your reservation doesn’t exist.” The waiter was starting to grow annoyed at the 25 year old who insisted he had called on the phone. I can look for my own name on the list, Charles offers though the man quickly raises his hand. “I’m sorry, but the restaurant has grown full. You can try again tomorrow.”

Sitting down on the sidewalk he tries to think of ways to break the news to you. All of them had him cringing. A yellow cab pulls up in front of him and you step out smelling like a garden in Italy.

“Charles!” you exclaim as you run clumsily with heels undone. Finishing up your shift you had quickly dashed home to try to get here one time. Being a few minutes late isn’t all that bad.

“Hey…” He rises up as you’re sitting down. Sheepishly he sits back down once again. “So you might hate me…”

“Why’s that?” you hum as your clip on your heels. Once you are done you stare up at him. Your eyes have him tongue tied as he tries to remember the last time he’s felt like this. Seeing you dressed so pretty makes him upset and he knows he can’t mess this up with admitting his mistake.

“Someone got our table.” Frowning you peek over at the hostess who is taking in more names and clients. “Yeah they just swooped in and stole it.”

“No way!” Feistiness paints your eyes as you stand up, hands on your waist. He realizes he doesn’t completely hate this look on you. Clearing his throat he stands as he pats his hands against his pants.

“Don’t worry though I’m sure we can find some place else.”

“That’s not fair though,” you point out as you start to make your way over. His eyes grow wide as he runs alongside you.

“It’s okay! I swear I’ll find you an even better restaurant where you can dine and display your pretty dress!” You look beautiful by the way, he adds and you quickly turn to him with a smile and blush painting your cheeks.

“I’m sure you could but still, we should say something.” He doesn’t have a chance to stop you as you reach the hostess.

“Hi,” you chirp as you grin kindly. The older man turned his attention with a bored expression.

“How can I help you?”

“Well, um, my date,” you turn and point at Charles who stands there with a blank stare. “He made a reservation for two and it seems you gave our table away.” The man, John, shakes his head.

“You must be mistaken - or have been lied to - but your table wasn’t given away because your date here never made a reservation, as I already informed him.” You both turn your attention to the Monegasque as he begins his act.

“Uhhh…”

Shaking your head you face John once again. “If he told me he made a reservation then he made a reservation.” Raising an eyebrow you stare back at him expectantly.

“As I already told you, no he didn’t.”

Growing more nervous Charles tries to convince you to let it go. I just looked it up and there’s a better restaurant just 2 hours away! “No,” you finalize as he nibbles on his bottom lip. “We are getting our table back.”

“Then I guess you’re just going to have to keep waiting because we are most definitely not going to serve you today.” You roll your eyes.

“Thank you, John.” Making your way over you sit on a bench for waiting guests, Charles follows. “Which table did you reserve?”

“29.” Narrowing your eyes over at John you nod. “Alright. So here’s what we’re gonna do…”

“Are you sure about this?” He lifts you up toward an open window as you grab on, trying to stay secure.

“Just…yes. Just don’t drop me!” His hands placed on your body have him hard and he tries to play it off. This would not make him look good on a first date.

“Okay let me go now!” You screech as you climb over. He watches as you carefully place your Dior covered feet onto the ground. Clapping you shoot a thumbs up on your side of the glass. “Now it’s your turn.”

Rolling up his sleeves he slips into a small pep talk. You got this. You got this. Climbing up towards the window quite evenly has you standing there impressed. Pretty good, you congratulate as he looks down at your figure.

“Than-” Slipping he crashes onto the polished floors.

“Yikes.”

Rubbing his arm he follows you around the dimly lit restaurant. Lots of twists and turns. “I’m starting to get dizzy, how do you know this place so well?”

“I’ve made a few reservations for my boss and her colleagues to have private meetings, now hush and try not to catch anyone's attention!”

“Fuck! You’re Charles Leclerc!” A group of guys stand up in a hurry as you both stop dead in your tracks. You’re confused as to how they know your date's name but as soon as you catch a glimpse of their table’s number, your curiosity flows away.

“Oh so you guys stole our table!” You march over to them as they stare back confused. Charles immediately follows you.

“What are you talking about? We didn’t steal anything.” Tilting your head a bit you stare at them accusingly.

“Yes. Table 29. He reserved it.” You point over at Charles who is busy signing a few autographs in order for them to shut up and not get your attention. Dazed, you pull your eyes away from him as he stands there like a deer in headlights.

The guy ignores you as he pushes past you. Scoffing, you cross your arms over your chest as you begin to glare. He begs for Charles to sign his shoe. Standing your ground you walk over to the now open seat. As the group starts to thank Charles for taking pictures and signing their belongings, which still doesn’t make much sense, they return to their table.

“Move.” The guy crosses his arms and begins to tap his fancy glossed shoes.

“No. This is our table.”

He turns to his friends who urge him. Others say, Leave it. She’s hot. Though as much as you're holding on to this stupid table, he is too. “Get up or I’ll have to call security.” Charles starts to stroll over to where you’re sitting to intervene with the situation but you let out a mocking laugh.

“You think a silly little trust fund baby like you scares me?” Licking your red lips you lean your arms over the dinner table. “Cause you don’t.”

His face starts to boil red as he tries to keep his cool. “Listen, this is our table. So get your filthy ass up and leave,” he spits out. Her ass is pretty nice, his friends confirm as Charles tries to restrain himself from going in for a sucker punch.

“It’s okay, jolie fille, I’ll buy you an even better dinner.” You push his hands away as your glare remains on the man in front of you.

“Quit acting like you’re the shit because you’re not. Has anyone taught you manners? Has anyone tamed the doggy?” You pout, poking his ego as he reaches out to drag you by the arm.

“Mate, there’s no need for that-” Charles begins before he catches a glimpse of a flying arm.

“Don’t touch me!” You yell out as you spare a solid uppercut, and as it was unexpected, he flew back where his friends all tackled to not let him fall.

A few guests gasp and others murmur. Charles sends a small dimpled smile before grabbing you, making sure you weren’t going in for more. “Crap. That shit hurt,” you moan as you massage your knuckles. Fondly, and a bit amazed, he smiles.

“I think we should leave,” he advises as you nod.

“Yeah. Go ahead and listen to your owner…doggy.” Turning around, Charles barely has a chance to grab you before you go in for another hit.

“You bitch!”

He stands up, not before his friends hold him back. You kick as Charles lifts you by your waist, carrying you away.

“Let go! I’m going to mess up his botox face!” You dig your nails, not intentionally, into his skin as he hisses.

As you continue screeching in his arms a now concerned and confused John stares, jaw on the floor.

“Don’t worry, Johnny, we’re leaving.”

“Holy shit!” Pierre stares, eyes wide. “That’s so cool! Why didn’t Kika and I do that on our first date?” Everyone agrees. Charles hums at the memory he had not reminisced on for quite a while.

“So you had a fun date and then what? You just let her go?” Lando shakes his head in disapproval, claiming he wouldn’t have messed up in that way.

“No, we still continued seeing each other.” He smiles. “You don’t get it. I was completely captivated by her.”

Apologizing over the last date you both had was pretty easy.

“Don’t worry. That was the most fun I’ve had in a while.” You laugh at his response as you take a sip of your lemonade. Glossy lips wrap around the straw before biting down. He had to stop staring.

“How did they know your name?” Fiddling with your cup you squint at him underneath your sunglasses. He stiffens.

“You see, I’m…I… I drive.”

You scrunch your nose like a bunny as you let out a muffled laugh. He shakes his head as he tries again.

“A Formula 1 car. I drive in Formula 1.” Nodding you twiddle with the straw.

“What’s that?”

Shocked, he finds himself asking, seriously? You shrug. “Care to explain, Mr. Leclerc.”

He spends the next 2 hours walking you through it all, taking his time. He learns that you had no idea of his status and career in F1 since it appeared that it isn’t as popular in California as it is in Europe, though it’s getting there.

“Nice. So I’m dealing with a celebrity,” you whisper jokingly as you raise your purse to cover you both. “Don’t wanna get paparazzied.”

“I’m not a celebrity,” he laughs as you giggle, bringing your purse down.

“Of course not,” you agree. “You’re Charles.”

For some reason, that makes him feel more seen than he has in years.

“Seriously, how long was this trip and why wasn’t I invited?”

“He just didn’t want you bugging him like you are now,” Max croaks as Pierre flips him off.

“I was only there to buy this one portrait, but as soon as I met her, it’s almost as if that was a reason to stay. I wanted to stay.” Charles stands up to serve himself another cup of hot chocolate, he adds almost half of the bag of marshmallows.

“Leave some for the rest of us,” George cries out.

“Look! He’s getting chocolate drunk, this is a real problem,” Lando pokes fun as Carlos laughs next to him.

“I want to know more about this mysterious girl. What was she like?”

The green eyed boy thinks about it. Then he thinks about it some more. “I don’t know…What I do know is that I’ve never met someone like her.”

“It’s a staple here in LA. You have to go.”

It’s 5pm and you both sit in your old Chevy your grandpa had passed down to you. Here you were, trying to convince Charles to go to the Griffith Observatory.

“I’m not sure…What if someone noticed me?” You tap his nose before you dig into your bag. You pull out two bucket hats.

“I survived LA?” he reads as you nod.

“Bucket hats like these are also a staple, now put it on.” You hand him a pair of Ray Bans as you begin to drive to your destination.

“I feel like Jessica Olsen,” you squeal as you skip a bit, Keds and tube socks scratching along the pavement.

“Jessica who?”

“I forgot you’re all oh la laaa,” you tease as he laughs. You bump your hip against his waist. “It’s a movie. Starstruck. It’s about a girl who ends up meeting this international superstar and they go on all these crazy adventures.” You purposely leave out the fact where they fall in love. “He betrays her by saying he doesn’t know of her on national television!”

Your wounded reaction has him playing along. He gasps. “No wayyy!” Rolling your eyes you pinch his bicep.

“Don’t be a Christopher Wilde and betray me, got it?”

“Christopher Wi-”

“He was the superstar, Charles,” you sigh. “You ought to watch the movie.”

“This is so cool.” He finds himself walking ahead of you as he grows more and more excited with the cosmos.

Behind him you say, “It is, but it sucks you can see more city lights than actual stars.”

He finds you pouting and he wishes for nothing more than to kiss you.

“City lights are cool too.”

“You went to the Observatory as well!” Pierre groans into a pillow.

“Get over it already,” Yuki grunts.

Charles had forgotten how much he enjoyed his time with you. Back in Los Angeles you had said people there pretended to be something they’re not. In Europe, he felt the same. Coincidentally, when you were together, you both were the truest versions of yourselves. Something you both wished you were able to keep.

“Damn. This is pretty cute,” Lewis admits. “How long did you stay there?”

“1 month.” Everyone gasps.

“Oh you were into her into her,” Alex whistles. Growing a bit embarrassed Charles finds himself looking for any excuse to stop talking about you.

“Tell us more! Tell us more!” Daniel chants as he drums his hands against the wall. He shifts a bit before leaning his head up against the warm couch.

“I met her family.”

“God, what did I do to deserve this?” your dad yells as he stares up at the open sky, backyard lit with fairy lights.

“Calm down before you scare him away!” You had invited Charles over for homemade burgers, but you moved out a long time ago, you had no idea your dad was a recent Formula 1 fan. Specifically, Ferrari.

“Of course. I can act cool.”

Breathing hard, Charles finds you carrying your sister's baby. “Hey.” His voice cracks and you laugh.

“Cute. What’s up?”

Fixing his collared shirt he pushes his hair back a bit. “You’re dad is amazing. I mean it, but I need a little break.” Looking over, you find your dad already staring, foolishly sending two thumbs up.

“Ha! I get it. You can stick with me and Macy.” You coo at your niece as she drools down onto her bib. Instantly, you wipe her face. “Macy!” you screech as you softly pinch her chubby cheek.

Charles finds himself staring, admiring, and he never wants an excuse to look away. He’s never been the kind to envision his future with someone, but in that moment, he could. He saw you both living somewhere small, and cozy, somewhere where he could stupidly - and greedily - just enjoy you for himself. He could see you both having a few kids to fill in family portraits. Sundays at the Observatory.

“She’s cute.” Smiling you nod as you press a few kisses on the baby's cheeks and damn it, he won’t admit it, but he was just the tiniest bit jealous. Lucky, he thinks.

“Do you want to carry her?”

Too afraid he steps back, creating distance. “I would just drop her.”

“Don’t worry, you won’t,” you say as you hand Macy over to him. “Just make sure to support her head, please.” He does as instructed, but as soon as Macy lets out a little kick he almost finds himself purposefully letting go.

“She doesn’t like me, it’s fine!” Maybe he was a little afraid.

“She was only getting comfortable. Weren’t you Macy?” Your baby voice has him feeling more for you than humanly possible. Finally settling down, Charles and Macy grow into a comfortable position. Slowly, she begins to fall asleep.

“Thank you God!” you sister whisper-shouts as she lays a warm pat on Charles’ shoulder. “She doesn’t fall asleep with anyone, she must like you.”

“Really?” This makes him happier than he’d like to admit. Maybe he could do the whole dad-thing one day. His eyes travel towards you.

Frowning you whisper to the baby, “I see how it is.”

As the night grows darker, you both, along with Macy, sit next to the bonfire. “Seriously, a fire during summer?” you groan as you lay against Charles' shoulder. He could do this.

“It’s quite nice.” You let out a small snort as you fiddle with the baby blankie. “Thank you for inviting me.” The shyness in his voice is enough to make your heart swell.

“Of course.”

You take Macy to change her diaper and you disappear when your sister walks up to him. Pulling out a chair for her she thanks him. “You must really like her.” Despite his better judgment, he doesn’t answer. “But it also seems she likes you. You both are very cute. How long have you been together?”

“Uh, I’ve only known her for a week.”

Her eyes grow wide as she lets out a grin.

“Oh she really likes you.”

“Meeting the parents after a week and getting approval? 10/10,” George says as he claps.

“This isn’t daycare, Georgie,” Lewis teases. His teammate immediately stops clapping. More questions are thrown his way but one makes his heart stop for a split second.

“Did you fall in love?”

And he doesn’t have to think about it, because he knows he did.

“Sucks that you won’t be here forever,” you whisper. Amidst of summer, you both decided to go to your nearest farmers market. Picking out some plums he pauses and hands you one. Wiping it a bit, you bite down and let out a soft moan.

“Very good, Charles,” you commend as he smiles softly.

“Thank you, maman,” he highlights. “My mom showed us how to pick good fruit.”

“Do you miss her? Home?” Helping now to fill the small paper bag he thinks about it.

“Oddly enough, no. I mean I do miss my mom, but not home. Not half as what I thought I would.” Handing the lady money, you thank her.

“How’s that?” As much as you sometimes grew tired of Los Angeles you knew deep inside that you would grow homesick.

“You’ve made it pretty easy not to miss.”

Kicking a nearby rock you focus on the old man singing. “Very sweet for you to inflate my ego,” tossing the plum seed into the trash can you turn back around to face him. “I know you’re lying.”

He shrugs. “I mean it, but if you choose to ignore the truth…” Winking, he grabs the paper bag from you. “Hey, do you mind taking care of this?” The group of little boys sitting criss cross look up from their game.

“Sure?”

Grabbing your hand he takes you to the middle, where mostly elderly couples are dancing. “Spare me a dance?” Giggling you nod as you fit the small of your hand into his warm palm. Electricity shoots through you and if it weren’t for Charles flinching as well you would have sworn it was all a part of your imagination.

With his hands on your hips and your own lazily spilling over his shoulders you both sway. It's a rare focus of pure devotion, one that you’ve never felt. One he hasn’t either.

“Not too shabby.” Throwing a playful scowl he spins you before dipping you, hair flying as you let out a yelp.

“You’re going to crack her neck!” The small lady scolds as she looks over to where you giggle. “You’re lucky she’s alive. I’ve been dropped by that move,” she snaps as her husband holds her back.

“It was one time!”

Nodding, Charles brings you back towards him, delicately running his thumb against your cheek. “Didn’t snap your neck, did I?” The way he smiles is enough for you to lean into his touch.

“Nope.”

“So darling!” The old lady squeals as she places her hand over her heart.

After a few songs you both make your way to where the little boys were sitting. “Charles, they stole our plums!” you screech when you find out the group is long gone.

“Fuck. I paid them too.”

That night he invited you over to his hotel. “You can’t drive. Summer rain,” he insists as he points out the window of his room. Loud drops hit the glass.

“I would have been fine but alright,” you shrug as you jump onto his bed. “So what do you want to do? Pillow fight? Prank calls? Ouija board?”

“You’re sick.” He cracks a smile when you shrug.

“Well I’m not tired so you better think of something!”

Boy did he think. He imagined. He grew lustful, but no.

“I know how to shag.” The blush that creeps onto your cheeks makes him choke. “Shag as in the dance! The dance. My mom taught my brothers and I. I could teach you…” You nod.

Spending time in a tight hotel room with a low tune and feet stepping over one another has to be the highlight of his life.

“I thought you knew!”

“I do! I swear!”

You groan as you drop against the bed. “Time out,” you say as you cross your arms as an X, to display your break.

“Fine.” Since you both had not eaten much he decided to order room service. As you wait you both lay down watching old races of his. “Why this?”

“I want to learn more,” you explain as you hush him. The camera pans to a slightly older guy, extremely tan and extremely handsome. As soon as you catch a glimpse that he wears the same race suit as Charles you pause the screen. “That beautiful man is your teammate? The one you were talking about?” The tone of your voice has him groaning.

“Yes?”

“Wow,” you murmur as you softly touch the screen, eyes shining. Slapping the computer shut you turn to him with a sour face. “Why!”

“It’s weird,” he tries to reason.

“So if I reacted like that to you it would be ‘weird’ too?” His voice hitches at your interpretation. Growing shy you look away.

“I guess I would be flattered to be noticed by someone like you.” In a single moment he leans in and kisses you and it's almost as if any other kiss he’s had would never compare. You feel it too, the way he lets you meet his lips as if he’s been waiting for this, as if he’s been craving you.

A soft whine is released as he towers over you, purposefully making you lean against his soft bed. Wrapping your legs around his waist, your skirt hikes up allowing him to grip your thighs. He groans when you begin to rub yourself against him. He can feel just how wet you are and it takes all of him to not flip you to take you from behind.

The door chimes. “Food delivery!”

“You knew when you first danced with her? I knew I loved Kika when she picked up my socks.”

“It sounds like you really loved her,” Lando says. Love, Charles wants to correct, because only an idiot would ever stop, but he bites his tongue.

“What I don’t understand is why we never knew of her before this. Why didn’t you make it work?” Carlos says as everyone nods, sharing the same question.

“It was never going to,” Charles confesses. He wishes it would, he really wishes it still could, but it won’t. “That’s just the way it had to be I suppose.”

“Fuck, fuck,” you moan out as Charles wraps his hand into your messy hair.

“You can take it,” he reassures you. I can, you cry out, mainly to convince yourself, but he’s just too big. Leaning back he spanks your ass before rubbing it.

“Did I hurt you?” he teases as you shake your head against the sheets. “Answer me.”

“No!” With all your power you rise up to your elbows before turning around to look at him with teary eyes. The picture you see is too much; snapping his hips against you he slips in and out in the most sinister way. Sweat covering his face but to you he was glowing. You squeal when he reaches over to push two fingers into your mouth. You gag around his long digits.

This makes you clench around him and he almost stops his pace to catch a break but the way you're moaning, whining, gives him all the strength to continue. You cough as you try to spit his fingers out.

“You weren’t choking on my cock earlier, how is it that you are around my fingers?” His voice is nothing but the opposite of sympathetic and you love it. You shut your eyes as you force yourself to start to suck on them. “That’s it, baby,” he swoons as you take him just the way he knew you could.

Retracting his finger you find yourself missing them. He makes up for it when he pinches your nipples in a certain way that has you pushing your hips back towards him.

“So fucking beautiful.” He mostly says this to himself, but it has you squirming underneath his touch. “You drive me so so fucking crazy, y’know? ‘Twas supposed to be here only for a couple of days, but fuck, it’s almost going to be a month.” You let out a pornographic moan when he slaps your ass before going in much deeper. You find yourself drooling by how good this all was. “You’re so fucking addicting.”

Harder, you wail as you reach up behind you for his hand. He lets out a deep laugh as he hands you a polaroid he took of you a couple of days ago. One where he’s fingering you in front of his hotel mirror.

In it you’re mid-moan, head thrown against his shoulder. It’s almost embarrassing the way you could see your juices shimmer in the picture. You snatch the photo before throwing it across the room.

He tsks his tongue as he flips you onto your back, swiftly pulling your legs up to his shoulders, the angle almost causing you to be completely smushed up against your thighs. “You didn’t like the picture, darling?

“I do,” you pant, trying to catch your breath as you are now face to face with him. “It’s just too much all at the same time.” You bite down on your lip when his mouth forms an O, brows drawn together as he tries his best to appear intact, but the clear sight of having you underneath him is enough to cancel his acting debut.

Reaching out, he grabs your polaroid camera. “Guess I’ll just have to take another.” He smirks when you gasp when he holds onto your legs with the other arm, glistening muscles shining. You flinch at the cold jewelry that covers his beautiful fingers before settling back into a string of whimpers and pleas.

His grip is the perfect amount and you swear you are filled with pure adrenaline that you’ve never felt with anyone. In the most professional manner he spits right into your pussy, only adding more friction than there already was. The warmth has you squeezing your legs around his shoulders, feeling his collar bones underneath. Your core grows tight.

“Shit, don’t do that,” he moans, eyes shut for the briefest moment.

“I can’t, I’m gonna…” You’re cut off when a sudden flash goes through. Wickedly, you find out he took a picture of your tits covered with his cum from earlier activities.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get prettier,” he murmurs as he gazes at the photo, his rhythm only growing faster, harder. He throws the photo - vowing to look for it later - before wrapping his hands around your calves. “You’re going to what?”

Cruel, you think, he’s being cruel. But you don’t give a single fuck, not even when he smirks.

“I’m going to cum-”

“Go on then baby.”

Letting out the loudest cry you throw your head back as you gush around him, him following, and in the most unexpected manner he rubs your clit. This only adds to your pleasure as you are controlled with an unfamiliar feeling. You squirt all around him.

“Fuckkk,” he groans as he snaps a picture of you midst squirting and moaning. Quickly, he places the photo on the nightstand before slowly pulling away, mixed cum oozing out. He brings his fingers to gather some before licking it.

“No more,” you weakly plead. He nods as he brings your legs down, leaning up to kiss your cheek before he kisses your lips. You sigh against him.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he says when you kiss his nose. He feels your soft breath fanning him, he inhales your perfume, one that he could never forget.

“Ditto.”

“Would you have given up racing just to stay there with her?” Pierre questions when he notices just how serious his friend was about you. He tries to recall the last time he saw him like this but there was nothing that ever compared. It almost scared him, but he was mostly sad. Sad that his friend was yearning for something that was never going to happen.

“Yes.”

“What stopped you?” Lewis asks as he leans against his knees. The room has grown more serious, suddenly filled with gloominess.

“It came to the point where she didn’t want me anymore.” His friends all frown at his response, growing more curious as to what happened, where did you mess up? “I get it though.”

A glimpse of the art piece he first saw when he met you is hung on the wall, a reminder of what once was. That single piece of art was the only reason he even visited LA, if not, there wouldn’t be anything to tell. In a certain way, he’s thankful for the way things flowed because at least he had the pleasure of getting to know someone like you.

“Are you telling them the story of your month trip for my favorite painting?” Charlotte jokes as she enters the room with Lily. “You guys, he waited so long just to buy it for me, it was the most romantic thing ever.” She swoons as Lily smiles, unknowing of the truth behind the painting.

The guys instantly spring their attention back to Charles where he sits silently. He stands up, walking over and places a kiss on her forehead.

“I would do it all over again.”

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc imagines #charles leclerc x reader #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #charles leclerc drabble #charles leclerc smut #f1

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flamingpudding · 4 months

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Cassiopea and Orion #2

Previous Part

A/N: I probably shouldn't be thinking up so many different story lines. But my mind won't let me focuse on something else in peace unless I write these snippets and parts out. So here have another part XD I still have a whole Danny and Bruce backstory conversation in my head that I will probably write out at some point too.

"Really B, another one?" A red helmet wearing guy huffed the moment he spotted her, the little black haired blue eyed girl, sitting on a railing by a huge computer set up Ellie was sure Uncle Tuck would have drooled over.

She blinked at the new arrival before her eyes went over to the man. The one she had told that Phantom lost his haunt. When she had spoken these words the air around the man had changed. Before Ellie even really knew what was happening, the man had turned away from her, talking to the still tense boy before whisking the both of them away to a cave. The place she was now, and one after another more and more of the weirdly dressed people showed up. Each of them appeared to feel the need to comment on something, Ellie heavily believed to be an inside joke.

She let her eyes wander over all the arrivals, her fingers nervously drumming on the metal of the railing she was sitting on. Watching them carefully, despite what Danny had told her, she would bold at the first sight of danger from them. They didn't appear to have any ecto-weapons but that could be false impression. Like the GIW. They had appeared so incompetent only to do a 180 decades later.

"So what is going on? Is B printing adoption papers already?" The red and black one appeared to joke and Ellie tilted her head. There definitely was a insider joke she was not aware of. It would be weird to ask them about it wouldn't it? It would also be rude and tactless. Danny and Aunt Jazz had tried to teach her to not always blurt out every question that pops up in her head. Key words, not always.

"Why would the furry need adoption papers?"

She blinked at how a couple of the people broke out laughing while the kid, who had been watching her like a hawk, was now full on shooting daggers at her. She was pretty sure the kid would have thrown a literal one at her, but something as keeping them from doing so. She heard a grunt, and her eyes went back to the man that had brought her here.

"Not necessary." The man muttered as he turned to face them, clicking a key on the keyboard of the computer, and Ellie blinked as an image of Phantom popped up on screen. The people laughing appeared to quiet down now. "She already has a father."

"Mom." Ellie automatically corrected, shrugging when they looked at her. Before everything had gone to shits and Danny's capture, he had become quiet the mother hen, especially with Dan's and her de-aging. The constant mothering and worry about their well-being had caused Dan to joke that Danny was acting like a mother and she had continued to run with that joke. Even after they had to put Dan into a frozen state under Frostbites care in Far Frozen. The two had silently agreed on that Danny was their mom. The past didn't matter and she would honour their silent sibling agreement.

She didn't elaborate any further and they seemed to get that as they turned back to the man by the computer, putting their attention on that. Though she did noticed that the other kids eyes lingered on her longer.

"This is Phantom. A ghost hero stationed at Amity Park. Code: Rho, one of Cassiopea's dying stars." The man paused, and Ellie swore he had looked at her under his cowl. "And this girl's, Elliza Danielle Phantom Nightingale's, mother. Code: Jupiter, the wandering star."

"How do you know my full name?! Plus, my only recently added ones! They are like only a month old! And what about these weird Codes?" She blurred out wide-eyed, staring at the man in bat costume.

"Even if sparse Phantom and I stayed in contact using these codes." And Ellie narrowed her eyes at him. "Doesn't answer my question."

"Actually, B we would also like to know more." One of the onlookers, that's what Ellie decided they were for now, piped up.

Bat guy grunted, staring them down but not answering. The onlooker in blue sighed but Ellie wasn't giving in. She crossed her arms, keeping her balance by floating slightly on the railing.

"Look, you big bad bee, if you can't tell me that, then how am I supposed to trust you to help me, let alone the rescue of Da- Phantom!"

The onlookers snickered as she held her little staring contest with the big bad bee. Jokes on that guy she had held staring contests with Frighty before and he doesn't even remember how to blink at times.

"Phantom and I correspond about various topics since our teen years." The bat guy finally admitted. "One of which was about... our children."

Ellie blinked several times. Until her eyes widened in realization and she pointed an accusing finger at bat guy. "You're the one that kept calling Danny about parent advice! Like how he got me to go to online school and prevented me from sneaking out or how he handled Dan's anger tantrums!"

"Wait... B went to someone other than Agent A for parent advice?" The red and black onlooker questioned and Ellie shrugged. Danny had always been sort of parenting her since he was 16 and Dan once they learned he was aging lower and then the de-aging happened. She did remember that Danny got his first phone call about parent advice when he was around 24.

Now that Ellie thought about it. That was also around the time he took her aside to tell her about the emergency code.

"Which one of us do you guys think was the cause?"

"Wing."

"Hood."

"Demon Brat."

Ellie blinked once more, her attention turning back to the onlookers as thet started to argue among themselves. She tilted her head, watching them. Looks like she accidentally got them off topic. Though now she really wanted to get the story out of Danny once they rescued him. For years she had caught snippets of Danny's phone calls, to think that the guy on the other end was a armored spandex wearing furry. She couldn't wait to tell Dan about that.

Well, once their mom was saved and her brother stabilized again.

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theemporium · 10 months

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THAT DANNY SMUT WAS AMAZING 😩 if you’re able to, can you write one along the lines of him body worshipping the reader after he finds out that she is insecure about her smile, reader brought up that his smile is her favorite feature and that he makes up for both of them since hers is bad and he’s like 😁🤨 , LMAO he begins to think about it and realizes that she always covers her mouth and has never seen her real smile :( even though she puts up a fight, he fucks her dumb and makes her smile during it . “ don’t cover your face..fuck this is what you been hiding from me” while he squished your cheeks together UGH

thank you so much!! and thank you for requesting!🖤

Despite how new your relationship with the Aussie driver was, he worked out pretty quickly that you didn’t like being the object of focus whenever he had his camera in his hands.

And for the life of him he couldn’t work out why.

There had been countless times over the last few months since you started dating Daniel where he would whip out his camera—whether it was on one of your cute dates or a casual day at home—and point it towards you, wanting nothing more than to catch your beauty in a candid moment.

And every single time you had managed to cover your face or turn away before he could click the button.

It took weeks for him to ask you, and when he heard your reasoning, he swore something in chest cracked a little.

“I just don’t like my smile,” you had admitted to him with a sheepish expression on your face. “But it’s fine. Your smile is pretty enough for the both of us, baby.”

But Daniel didn’t like that. He didn’t like the way you put yourself down like that, so casually like it was natural. And he didn’t like that fact in the months he had been dating you, he hadn’t seen your proper smile in the course of your relationship. And he certainly didn’t like the idea that you didn’t think you deserved to be the muse of his photography account when that was all he wanted to post about these days.

He didn’t like any of it and he swore he would make you change your mind. And the thing was that Daniel could be very persuasive, both with his words and with his cock.

“Danny,” you gasped as your body jolted with each thrust, tits bouncing and walls clenching around his cock like you could feel him any deeper than you already did.

“That’s it, baby, gimme another one,” he groaned as he squeezed your hips, his hooded eyes focused on the way his cock disappeared inside you with each thrust of his hips. “Wanna feel you come again for me, pretty girl.”

“C-Can’t,” you sobbed and shook your head, your hands fisting the sheets beneath you as he continued to fuck you like you were just a toy for him to use. God, even the idea made you clench around him. “Too much.”

“Nuh uh,” he groaned and shook his head as he looked up at you, your head falling back against the pillow as your lips parted with your pretty moans. “Gonna keep going until you give me what I want. Not gonna stop fucking you silly until you show me that smile of yours, pretty girl.”

Almost instinctively your hands went to your face. “Danny—”

“No,” he groaned as he gripped your wrists, both of your hands pinned above your head by one of his as he glared down at you. “No hiding from me.”

And he could’ve sworn his heart wanted to burst when you finally gave him the smile he was waiting for, the way he had to hold back his own release as he squished your cheeks with his free hand and grinned down at you.

“There’s my pretty girl,” he murmured before he leaned down to kiss your pretty smile, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the room. “C’mon, baby, smile for me while you come around my cock.”

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midnightarcheress · 13 days

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Simon travels with you.

pairing: bodyguard!ghost x actress!reader cw: mentions of stalking/threats 3 | gold rush masterlist.

the flight is strange. he was used to flying on an excruciatingly loud helicopter, with adrenaline overflowing on his bloodstream as he prepared to jump in the field, or in a simple commercial plane back to Manchester after a long deployment, dwarfing on cramped corridors and elbowing people sitting beside him. a private jet was far too removed from his reality.

but not from yours. from his seat on the back of the plane, he would glance at you from time to time, crossed thighs on the soft cushioned seats like you were simply lounging at your own sofa, not cruising miles up in the air, with eyes attentively going over the plans for the next few days with Daniel.

he doesn’t understand half of it, but you’re some sort of spokesperson? ambassador? of cosmetic’s brand, whatever that’s supposed to mean. everything he hears just passes straight through his brain. he just cares about what he’ll have to do – follow you around like a guard dog who’s not allowed to bark.

“last time you promised me a day off, Dan. what’s the point of all this travelling if i can’t even explore the city i’m in?” a huff escapes your lips, utterly annoyed by the limitations of your schedule. a life too micromanaged to bear any autonomy.

“i told you there’s no time for a day off, you have back to back appointments–” the man stops, staring at the puppy-eyed gaze you give him, the magical pout that would get anyone on their knees, “fine. i guess i can arrange a free afternoon before we leave.” Simon can’t help the hint of a smirk forming under his mask after you got what you wanted, internally commending your ability to bend any resolve without lifting a single finger.

after landing, you head directly to the hotel to get ready for the big event. Simon’s stuck with you in a room that’s almost as big as his entire flat, bored out of his mind watching frantic people dolling you up – activity he sees no purpose in, since you couldn't get any prettier in his eyes. his eardrums are already hurting from the constant noise in the place, but still functioning enough to pick up the double knock on the door.

you also hear it, shifting on your chair and glancing around the room as if you were looking for someone, until your eyes land on him. “Ghost?” you say, head tilting in the door direction, “could you get that, please?” he sighs and nods, pushing himself away from the wall to answer it.

the hotel employee hands him a bouquet of white lilies, courtesy of the brand, the man says. as soon as the lock clicks again, Simon notices your beaming smile at the arrangement in his possession, eyes shining like a child in the toy section. he passes you the bouquet, not missing how your smile fades into a frown the second you skim through the small card hidden between the flowers, raising an alarm flag in his brain. “something wrong?”

“what?” your eyes dart between his and the paper in your hands, quickly tucking it in your robe pocket, “oh, no, it’s nothing.” your lips curve, barely so, tentatively brushing off the topic as you finish getting ready. his brows furrowed, not fully accepting your dismissal and sensing that you’re covering something, but he doesn’t want to press you in front of everyone. he just hopes that you’ll trust him enough to come to him if it’s another threat.

he’d seen the content of a few of the letters you received, as a part of his briefing, just to understand what he was dealing with. some of them were pathetic expressions of emotion, serving you undying devotion and promises of eternal love, but some were filled with a predatory fury, a mixture of jealousy and hunger, visceral descriptions of how they wanted to rip you apart. all with the same signature. you never talked about the situation, never addressed to him the necessity of having a bodyguard. he could only imagine the turmoil of fear inside your chest.

a couple hours later, much to his relief, the event ended, allowing him to take you back to the hotel without having to hear any more french buzzing for the rest of the evening.

“Ghost?” he stops on his way out, hand hovering on the doorknob and face turned to you. every time you call him, he feels a piece of his defence wall crumbling, determination to keep his distance slowly disappearing due the sweet sound that travels through the air. “can you, uhm, help me?” you look over your shoulder to the back of your dress, the zipper being impossible to reach without dislocating a joint.

his brain momentarily freezes, scrambling to form a quick and coherent yeah, sure, or to simply shake his head in agreement. he takes a step closer, letting you turn around and move your hair before daring to touch you.

“funny how after the party there’s no one to help you clean up, right?” your eyes roam around the empty room and you chuckle, but the saddened tone of your laugh is easily recognizable, “so different from earlier.” his large digits find the invisible zipper in the fabric, slowly tugging it down as his other hand stays on your lower back for support.

his heart is thumping loudly, the gradual exposure of your back being sufficient to divert his blood flow and make him feel something that he definitely shouldn’t. despite the profound temptation to trace your naked spine with his fingers and to lean closer to your soft neck, he steps back, clearing his throat and going back to the exit, “so, uhm, goodnight then."

you turn slightly, holding the gown by your chest and gently grinning in gratitude, “goodnight, Ghost.”

lol took me so long to write this, i'm still scrambling with the ideas/scene sequences for the story (but now it has a name)

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bellewintersroe · 9 months

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Daniel Ricciardo x HornerDaughter! Reader.

Oooo part 4 already, thank you all for your likes and support! I’m so glad people are reading this stuff hahaha, anyway this chapter is gonna be broken apart into part 5 as well purely cos idk I got a bit of writers block on this chapter. But thank you for all your support& feedback, I’m going to incorporate it more into part 5 (without spoiling).

If anybody wants continuously tagging in this series / removing let me know!

@benbarneslut @dinodumbass

Daniel finds it impossible to think straight when she’s around, he’s becoming more and more intoxicated by her and when he’s finished a training session with the lack of her fathers presence, he sought’s her out once again…

Sighing, she lent over the paddock balcony, watching Daniel doing lap after lap on the Monegasque track. There was something so sexy about watching a man being so passionate and determined, not to mention dominant on the track. She knew he was training his ass off, like he always had, he was ready to race for Alpha Tauri, in one weeks time, barely having a day off.

Phone and cameras were pointed towards her, capturing several pictures of the beautiful girl. She was glowing, radiant in her pastel green summer dress. The wind blew her hair, into a picturesque mess. She knew about the attention, but shied away. A soft smile was thrown their way, before she gave Daniel one last glance and headed back to the bar inside.

Daniel. She couldn’t get the Australian off her mind. There obviously was a crush there, but the feelings that lingered around after their sexual encounters was complicated. Deep down, she knew she liked him. But another side of her worried he would never reciprocate her feelings. Everything between them had been strictly friendly for the past week, well apart from the time their hands met under a table. Daniel seemed to walk out of the room later that evening with his head hung in shame. Y/n couldn’t quite understand it. It hurt her feelings.

One minute he was texting her at 1AM, or telling her how beautiful she looked, the next he had the most guilty expression lingering on his face. There was nothing inappropriate between them, yeah she was younger, but it wasn’t weird, nor was it creepy. The only other thing was that her dad was so close to Daniel. He was their team principle- not that he’d banish Daniel for finding out, but she supposed no father wanted to know his daughters business with… one of his friends.

In the end, she just came to the conclusion than it was nothing more than an extreme sexual attraction, as did he (both obviously deluded). Her hunger was insatiable, as was his. When he came off the track, he caught a sight of the back of her. She was walking alone, phone in hand, dress slightly flowing as her curled hair bounced with each stride. Daniel felt like a weirdo, watching her walk away, but he couldn’t help it. The swing of her hips had him in a trance, his dick almost started hardening at the memory of the pictures he’d looked through of her last night. The videos from when they sexted, how wet her pussy sounded, how she’d gasped his name as she played with herself.

Christian was nowhere to be seen, putting Daniel’s mine at ease as he followed her through into the drivers room which she’d disappeared into moments before. She was alone, Daniel felt like an animal, shoving open the door and revealing her stood sipping from a bottle. She was reading something on her phone, glancing up in an inquisitive manner. She only smiled when she realised it was him. Daniel sighed, closing the door and watching her place her phone and the bottle down on one side. When his fingers clicked the door shut and locked, she attempted to let out a quick giggle. “What’re you-“

“C’mere. Just c’mere.” The Aussie hushed, striding over and taking her within his arms. His hands caressed over her face, pulling in for a deep kiss. There was nobody here to spoil the moment, Daniel wouldn’t allow his anxieties to take over as he kissed her deeply. He was already hard, straining in the suit, and she didn’t fail to notice this moments prior.

They didn’t speak, they just shared a heated kiss, inwardly moaning and sighing into one another’s mouths. “So you can finally touch me?” She whispered, breath hot against his face as he yanked her back in for another kiss. Daniel hummed, barely a response as he tightened his grip on the back of her head. She liked the way his fingers curled into her strands of hair, she imagined him pulling it back in a ponytail as she went down on him.

“Daniel.” She moaned, his lips trailing over her neck and collar bone. “C’mere, come sit on my lap.” He whispered, leading her towards the couch facing the TV’s as he watched in awe as she sat, each leg on his either side as he caressed her cheek, neck, down her shoulder and then cupped her ass under her dress. “Been watching you today..” he kissed her. “You look fucking beautiful.” He genuinely complimented as a smile lifted on her face, kissing him sweetly. Daniel found it endearing. “Wanted you to myself… just kiss me for a while.” He quickly spoke, the small admission making him nervous. He didn’t give it a chance to see her react, he was worried, so just kissed her instead. The kiss quickly turned into something more, she was grinding into his lap, his hands sliding up her dress and gripping her ass and hips like his life depended on it. She rolled back over him, sighing at the friction it caused as he watched with hazy eyes. Daniel slowly pulled down her underwear, watching back up to her cautiously, he tugged them fully off, pushing her shoes off to get the lace over her feet before stuffing the underwear into his pocket. “You keeping that?” She giggled.

“You know I am.” He smiled, kissing her lightly. “It’s mine now.” Daniel let out a breathy laugh before slipping her fingers over her wet pussy. As she opened her mouth to let out a breath, he mimicked, watching back to her. “Daniel-“ she barely spoke his name, overcome by the pleasure of having his fingers finally touching her. His finger slipped inside, cooing at her tightness as he watched his digit slide in and out, covered in her slick. “Fuckkk, you’re tight.” The Australian rung out. “Aren’t you?” Nudging his face up, he watched her with a tilted head, her face ever so slightly contorted in pleasure. She was so beautiful, it was intoxicating. “Yeah.” She whispered, hands settling on his shoulders to support herself as he fingered her gently. With each push she shuddered, hips ever so slightly gyrating with the movement. “Think you can take another?” He quietly spoke, watching her nod with a sigh before he squeezed in a second finger. “Fuck.” She sobbed, hiding her face in his shoulder. Daniel felt a softness run through his veins as he stroked his other hand up the bare of her back.

“That feel good?” “Yeah.” “Yeah?” She nodded into Daniel’s neck as he began twitching his fingers inside of her. She was so fucking warm and tight, Daniel didn’t know how he didn’t cum in 20 seconds when they last fucked. “Daniel.” Her hips moved harsher now, finger tips finding her way down to her aching clit as she sat back, making eye contact with the brown eyed man. “Bet you taste so good, don’t you?” He spoke as she slowed her movements, savouring the sensation of his fingers inside her cunt.

She moaned quietly, watching his eyes fall down to her. “Can I taste you?” Who was she to say no? “Yeah… please.” her head lolled as Daniel set her on the couch, propping her up before his lips attached to her thigh. “Daniel, don’t tease.” She warned, slapping his head ever so lightly.

“Sorry.” He genuinely smiled, before maintaining eye contact and wrapping his mouth around her pussy. Her eyes almost rolled back as he let out a satisfied moan, tasting her wet cunt as she dropped her head back with a sigh. “Taste so good.” Daniel started off with whispers, they both did. But as the pleasure and pace increased, she had to bite back on her hand, letting out small whined and hums as he edged her closer to an orgasm with his mouth. He was so fucking good at this, soft with her sensitive core, but using the perfect amount of pressure to bring her to peak.

“Daniel!” She choked, louder now as he squeezed his cock through his suit before using the hand to hold her thighs separate. “Daniel, Daniel, Daniel.” She moaned his name like a mantra, it spurred him on, despite the ache in his fingers, he wouldn’t stop, he couldn’t until she finished. “C’mon, I know you can cum for me.” He hushed, his accent driving her crazy as she snatched at his hair desperately. Her hips were bucking wildly and she was sweating profusely causing a shiny sheen over her tits and stomach. “Please!” She choked as he nodded, sucking on her clit. “Cum for me.” He insisted as her head tossed back, back arching up in desperation.

“C’mon, show me who this sweet cunt belongs to.” “You, Daniel!” She pleaded as he felt more precum leak from his aching member. If he didn’t touch himself now he thought he’d die.

“Yes, yes, yes! It’s all yours Daniel!” He liked this, watching her with desperate eyes as she let out one loud gasp, his free hand clasping over her mouth before her body seized and began convulsing from the effects of her orgasm. Her eyebrows tightened and eyes scrunched, Daniel felt how tight she went around his fingers and imagined how good it felt when she did that on his cock. She began tapping quickly on the back of his head. A warning.

He’d just pulled back in time for her to squirt all down his arm, Daniel’s jaw tensing as she let out a muffled cry of pleasure when she released. It was the hottest thing Daniel had ever seen, the way she’d cum on his mouth, pleading with him and telling him she was all his. He gently now pumped his fingers a few more time, milking the last of her orgasm, when she twitched and jittered he knew it was time to stop so pulled out softly, not wanting to overdo her sensitivity. Watching her come down, his head was now on her abdomen, gazing at her blissed out, now relaxed expression. She felt like she’d gone back from heaven and back, nobody had ever made her cum like that, not even herself. Daniel pulled his two fingers up to his mouth. Maintaining eye contact as he sucked them before sliding them up the back of her torso and lifting her closer for a lazy kiss. Her skin was so soft, and she always smelt so good, Daniel found it impossible to let her go.

He had tired her body out, pleasure still swindled her brain as she weakly clung onto him. “That was good, hey?” The Australian man gently asked, stroking her cheek with his thumb. He watched her with such intense eyes, she was scared in such a vulnerable moment, she’d fall in love. “So good.” Happy with the answer, Daniel nodded and kissed her gently before helping her back to her wobbly feet. She could see how painfully hard he was, reaching out to return the favour, but a hand landed on hers. “Not here. Back at the hotel.” Her eyes widened looking up at the taller man as he adjusted his suit. “You okay?” He then checked. “Yeah.” She blushed, fixing her skirt. Daniel still had her underwear in his pocket, the wetness seeped between her thighs creating an uncomfortably sticky residue. “C’mere.” He muttered, caressing her cheek into another longing kiss. “I’m gonna give you my key card, you can wait in there, ok? I just got some stuff I gotta sort out.” “Okay… I gotta shower.” She awkwardly smiled down to her legs, “you can at mine.” He offered as her eyes were on his again. “Okay.”

“Okay.” He smiled, “I’ll see you there.” He hesitated, not knowing if he should go in for the kiss, but she’d already smirked and begun walking around him. If she knew he wanted another kiss she’d have happily obliged. Daniel felt an odd sense of hurt at the lack of kiss. The thought was quickly shaken off when he’d remembered where she’d be waiting for him.

His hand tightened over the bunched up pair of thongs in his pocket, jaw tightening. This hard on would be borderline impossible to rid of with this much anticipation.

#Daniel Ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo smut #daniel ricciardo #Daniel Ricciardo x you #F1 x reader #Horner Daughter #Daniel Ricciardo x Horner daughter

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camilleroses-blog · 6 months

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the meet cute

pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader

genre: fluff

formula1wagsss daniel ricciardo spotted with mystery woman in monza!

riccforthewin WHO?????

dannybadger3 GUYS WHAT.

justaninchidentlol are the ricciardo fans okay rn?

honeybadger33333 i can speak for almost all of us... no.

i met daniel at a friends party about 3 years ago. everyone was talking about the formula 1 driver that had decided to drop in. i wasn’t a huge f1 fan but i was caught up on the basics of the sport.

the party was loud with flashing lights and people everywhere. i started to get a bit overwhelmed with all of it so i headed outside to the balcony. i leaned against the railing and looked up at the stars. i was listening to the loud music blasting through the walls when i heard the door to the balcony open. i looked back and it was a man with dark curly hair and a look in his eyes that just made your heart melt on the spot. he gave me a friendly smile, “hey” he said as he walked over to the railing, about 5 feet away from me. i gave him a smile and looked back up at the stars.

“beautiful night isn’t it?” he asked with an australian accent. “gorgeous” i replied. i looked over at him to take some time to analyze his face. handsome. absolutely charming. “i’m guessing you’re the f1 driver?” i asked. “i like to think of myself as a dancer but yeah driving is one of my many hobbies” he said ever so seriously. i laughed. “what gave it away?” he asked. you weren’t exactly sure what clicked in your mind, it was just something about him and how he carried himself. i shrugged and turned to face him. “i’m daniel” he said as he walked closer and extended his hand. “y/n” i said as i extended my hand to shake his.

we continued to talk until almost all of the party goers were gone. suddenly, a guy came stumbling onto the balcony like he was looking for someone. “DANNY!” he yelled. like i said before i wasn’t super immersed in the f1 world but i knew who max verstappen was…. everyone did… the young rising star. my eyes widened when i realized who it was. daniel saw my reaction and his jaw dropped. “you didn’t know who i was but you know who he is???” he asked in utter shock. he was lowkey jealous lol. “oh cmon. its you know…. its max verstappen!” i replied trying to explain myself. “oh cmon its daniel ricciardo!!!” danny said as he pointed to himself. i shushed him as max approached us.

“hey max. big fan-“ i started, but was interrupted by daniel, “liar.” i elbowed him and continued on. “i know you’re completely wasted right now but do you think you could sign my arm?” i asked. daniel was taken aback, mouth open, eyebrows raised. “of courseee!” he slurred. “great! now i just need to find a pen-” i said just as max whipped one out from his back pocket. “mate-” daniel started. “magic!” max said as he displayed his pen that he apparently took from inside the house in an attempt to possibly steal it?

he signed the outer part of my forearm. i turned to daniel after he was done. “no way. THE daniel ricciardo??? holy shit!” i acted out. he smiled and shook his head. “you’re my favorite f1 driver!” i continued on. “hey!” max said. “shush verstappen” i said and turned back to danny “ah yes i love meeting my fans” he said. “can you sign my arm?!?!” i over exaggerated. “i would absolutely love to” he said as he took the pen and signed the inner part of my forearm along with some smiley faces and also added his number. what a slick guy. i smiled and my face probably turned red when i saw his number being written out. “mr ricciardo do you give out your number to all of your fans?” i asked smugly. “how do you know that’s my real number?” he asked. max examined the number. “yep that’s his number” max said. i don’t know what’s more concerning, the fact that max memorized daniel’s phone # or the fact that max was wearing a blonde wig that was poorly brushed.

since i have never met any real celebrities i took a picture with the two of them and we said our goodbyes. i put daniel’s number into my phone and realized that i couldn’t stop smiling.

i posted the photo the next day and decided to crop daniel out a bit so it only showed half his face while the photo focused on me and max in the wig. some friendly fire. soon after i posted it was liked by and commented on by max and danny.

yourusername: me and the legend

tagged: @ maxverstappen1 @ danielricciardo

danielricciardo this is not okay

danielricciardo i don’t think you got the chance to finish your caption. its supposed to say “me and the legendary daniel ricciardo + this random chick”

danielricciardo i demand an apology aimed to your followers for depriving them of my full beauty

yourusername i formally apologize to my followers that were wrongfully deprived of the true beauty of daniel ricciardo. i am ashamed of my actions. pls forgive me :(

maxverstappen1 …i do not remember this

yourusername thank you for signing my arm max!

maxverstappen1 you’re welcome!

#daniel ricciardo #dr3 #daniel ricciardo x reader #dr3 x reader #F1 #Formula 1 #f1 x reader #max verstappen #mv33 #red bull f1

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nobodylikety · 4 months

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Cat hybrid! Haerin 🐈‍⬛

As I previously said, I was thinking a lot between Cat hybrid! Haerin and Hamster hybrid! Haerin, so I finally made both versions! 🐾 ps: Cat hybrid! Haerin is an alternative version of Hamster hybrid! Haerin, so there may be differences in between both versions.

tags: cat hybrid!Haerin x gn!reader??, fluff, hybrid AU.

Cat hybrid!Haerin has black cat energy, she basically doesn't like anyone but you and the rest of Hybrid! New Jeans (although she teases Danielle a lot, calling her 'stinky puppy').

+ like all cats, she has limits and doesn't let anyone pet her, hissing with a frown. But when you're close? She is 1000% clingy!! She's basically all over you, flopping down on top of you and totally eager to receive affection and attention from her favorite people.

Cat hybrid!Haerin is totally a grumpy lap cat 24/7.

Cat hybrid!Haerin although has this 'tsundere' or grumpy aura, she is secretly and adorably cocky because she knows that you and the rest of Hybrid! New Jeans are interested in her and only her <3

Cat hybrid!Haerin is a living heater and purrs a lot! has the habit of climbing on the couch and placing her head in your lap, purring very loudly. adorably loudly.

Cat hybrid!Haerin, inside Hybrid! New Jeans is probably the most jealous, since since she only likes this certain group of people (which includes you), so she tends to get very protective and possessive. So watch out, this kitten is capable of taking out her claws to defend what it's hers!

Cat hybrid!Haerin climbs very high places, usually perches on shelves and observes everything from below. It gave you more than one scare because you couldn't find her anywhere, until you heard a 'meow' over your head, and found her poking her head out from where she was hiding!

Cat hybrid!Haerin SCRATCHES ALMOST EVERYTHING. but a cat scratcher? Nah. your sofa? Totally yes.

Cat hybrid!Haerin probably has teasing as love language 🐈‍⬛ You will easily notice when she is sad or affected by something, because she does not use the snarky nicknames she has for each of you.

Cat hybrid!Haerin throws things off the table, or off any surface within reach ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ #TypicalCatBehaviour.

"Haerin, not my coffee mug!" You squealed, seeing that your hybrid cat, early in the morning, had climbed onto the desk and was idly throwing your pencils, post-its, and everything her paws could reach, onto the floor. Meanwhile, you tried to return everything to its original place.

"Bleh, I'm not going to do anything to your stupid moffee cug" Haerin clicked, tossing another pencil off the desk, her ears perked up. It was an eternal loop of throwing stuff and collecting them, throwing and collecting.

"Coffee mug, Haerin. Coffee mug".

Haerin clicked her tongue again, rolling her eyes.

"You are excessively dramatic."

"And you are excessively disastrous."

"Ugh, remind me why I let you adopt me," Haerin snorted, getting down to the end of the desk, to stalk you while walking in circles, like a predator its prey.

"You made those big, pleading eyes that you make when you want something, and I had no choice but to take you with me." Your voice was gentle, unfazed, though your expression was the antithesis of it. Your smile was teasing, denoting that this was nothing more than a joke, and that your tone of voice was only to make Haerin fall into your game. Because yes, after all, adopting Haerin had been your decision, and there was nothing in the world that you regretted.

Haerin snorted in response, although far from being bothered, she rubbed her head against your back, which felt soft and plush from the hoodie you were wearing.

If it had been someone else who was there with her, and not you, Haerin's typically tsundere personality would have led her to bite and scratch to the point of exhaustion. However, instead, she just wrapped her arms around your waist, grunting, until she sniffed your scent, inhaling it carefully and deeply. That relaxed her.

"You're an Idiot." She hissed.

"Yeah, I love you too, Haerin."

#kang haerin #hybrid!au #kpop hybrid au #new jeans x reader #haerin x reader #haerin new jeans #new jeans haerin #kpop imagines #new jeans imagines #Hybrid! New Jeans

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gokartkid · 9 months

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smth smth maxiel the bear au (post hookup!)

The morning after they have sex, Max wakes up to the sun blazing on his face and car horns wailing outside the window. If he strains his ears, he can hear people shouting down on the street. The air is hot and crisp on his skin as he stretches, catlike in the warm patch of sunlight on the bed. His muscles feel languid and soft; well-fucked.

His hand splays out across the sheets beside him. The empty sheets. His stomach tightens.

He sits up, quick. The other side of the bed is cool, already devoid of any lingering warmth. It’s almost impressive how quickly his stomach drops from fluttering warmth to swirling nausea. The worst thing is how clearly he can see it in his brain: Daniel, creeping out of bed in the early hours of the morning; Daniel picking up his clothes off the floor and getting dressed as quietly as he can while Max lies prone in the bed; Daniel letting himself out the door with a soft click because he’d rather leave and be cold in just a shirt than lie in bed with Max—

It’s not the first time he’s had a hookup leave in the middle of the night. It’s just that, that isn’t what he’s really upset about. It’s just that after so many evenings stuck in a hot burning kitchen together, backs against the wall and feeling like they were moving completely in sync, them against the world that was packed into the front of their small Chicago diner— well. Max would be lying if he said his world didn’t revolve around Daniel a little, at this point.

Maybe it was a bad decision after all, staring at Daniel’s hands as he gestured into the cold dark air of the alleyway behind the kitchen, already tipsy from just a few drinks after their shift, burning orange tip of his cigarette lighting up his face, the acrid, warm smell of his breath as he leaned in close to Max to make a joke, one eye winking shut; Max leaning into his orbit, and in, and in, and in—

A clatter from the kitchen, then off pitch humming.

Max jumps, startled out of his thoughts; he’d been planning on lounging pitifully in bed for at least another hour.

It’s too early to have hope but it’s difficult to dampen the sputtering match in his chest, still so small.

He can’t find his underwear on the floor and has to settle for track-pants instead before peaking out of his bedroom door around the corner, hope beyond words.

Daniel, curly hair a mess on top of his head, has his back turned to Max. He’s all warm tanned skin, the wide expanse of his back and muscles shifting as he leans over a pan on the stove. He’s humming something, occasional incomprehensible words that descend into what can only be described as scatting.

He’s wearing boxers, loose and twice folded over, sitting low across his hips and— Max’s brain stutters here, looking at the distinct spatula pattern that his old college roommate had gotten him as a gag gift one holiday season.

He must make a sound then because Daniel is turning, bright smile and all.

“Maxy! Good morning. What are you, sleeping beauty? Makes sense you’d wake up now that I’ve made this whole spread, huh?”

The spread in question is a plate of toasted sourdough, yellow pools of butter already melting into the crevices, hash browns on the side with warm golden brown crusts, gooey insides threatening to escape and steam rising into the air from mugs of coffee. Max watches as Daniel expertly swoops his spatula one last time around the pan to release the mass of soft scrambled eggs, fatty and just the right amount of under-done.

“I—“ he stops, starts again; it’s difficult to find the words when he feels as if he’s experienced the full span of human emotions in the short time since he’s been awake, “wow. Big breakfast.”

“Yeah well,” Daniel sets down the pan and circles the counter to come closer; still almost naked, still only wearing Max’s boxers, “thought I’d do something nice, yeah? Spent enough time in this kitchen to know where all your stuff is.”

All the days they’d spent together testing menu item after menu item, things that were too salty, too sweet, plated expertly onto Max’s mismatching plates and cutlery, trying to clean as they went in Max’s — comparative to an industrial kitchen — tiny sink.

“It would make sense if you didn’t remember, old man,” Max’s mouth makes the joke easily, slipping into the age old pattern as Daniel gasps, putting a hand over his heart, big eyes remarkably sincere.

“Max! After I’ve just done this nice thing for you!”

“Sure, sure,” he puts his hand over Daniel’s and in a pique of bravery— certainly braver than he feels — he leans up and kisses him, light, just a brush of lips against lips. He tries not to blush but can already feel his ears heating up. It’s alright though, because Daniel looks equally struck dumb.

He turns away, quickly, back to the plate.

“Better eat before this gets cold,” does his voice sound higher? He can’t be sure. “Come on!”

#you would not believe how plotted out this au is in my head 😭😵‍💫#anyway. enjoyyyy bon appetit LMAO #maxiel #mv33 #dr3 #my fic #f1 rpf #hmmm #bear au

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knightyoomyoui · 8 months

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NewJeans Hanni x Reader - "What's Your ETA?"

It's really not that obvious who's my bias in NewJeans and what's my recent favorite song of them, right? Righttt? ;)

Your attention was diverted by a ringtone from your phone while you were busy drafting the lyrics for a song you were ready to play for your subscribers as a thank-you present for their support in helping you reach the 500K subscriber milestone on YouTube.

When you took it up off the table, the screen on the ID displayed your friend Haerin's name.

As you read over the lines you've already typed, you swiped the phone to the green button to answer and activated speaker mode.

"Hey Hyerin, what's up?"

"YN! Are you busy?" Hyerin asked with a frantic tone.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you sensed some trouble within Haerin's way of talking at you. "Uhh just writing a song here in my house, not that busy though. Why?"

"Good. C-can you talk to Hanni right now?" Hyerin stuttered because of her uneasiness.

"Why? Is there something happened between the two of you?" You asked curiously. "Sounds like you're nervous, did you two fought?"

"No, I-I mean... we didn't but... I think I pissed her off."

"What did you do then... and wait, what's with the loud noise in the background?" You spotted the only noise barrier that's been keeping you two quite hard to understand each other's words at each other's side of the line.

"Well... I'm at the party with Danielle, Minji, and Hyein. We were invited to perform here." Hyerin explained.

"And why's Hanni not with you four?"

"She said she's not feeling well so we did let her rest." She answered. "And now I'm getting worried for her because that girl's probably breaking down right now of what I've told her."

"And that is?"

Haerin sighed and clicked her tongue, massaging her head. "I reported to her that we saw her b-boyfriend here in the party... and he's flirting with another girl here."

Your blood starts to boil after hearing that information. The emotions intensify as it left distaste on you to learn that the bastard who won Hanni's heart against you still had the audacity to cheat on the most precious girl you've ever met in your whole life.

"How long he's been doing that?"

"More than an hour, I suppose."

"Keep your eyes at them. I'm going to Hanni's house and... say my hi also to the girls."

You heard Haerin passed the message to the other three who were just sitting at the same table together. They exclaimed their greeting at you, making you nod and smile at their adorable voices.

"Got it, oppa."

Haerin took the initiation to end the phone call. You closed your eyes and seethed off the anger rising inside of you as the memories brought you back on remembering those times when he always gets to snatch the opportunity and advantage away from you on winning Hanni's attention to recognize your genuine feelings for your bestfriend. You were a man of sportsmanship. Although it is painful that Hanni didn't end up with you, you tried so hard to accept the fact. You swore to self that you will maintain your attention focused at Hanni every day because who knows there will be a time that despite Hanni has already a man with her, there could be an instance that he's gone and that would put Hanni into a sense of loneliness in the midst of darkness... and you want to be the first person who would come and provide her companionship anytime it may be.

And you were right. It did happen, and it was a perfect time for 'I told you so'. You aren't happy that Hanni had to experience this moment, but at the samd you are relieved and glad that because of what that guy did to her already... you have no other choice but to do your role as her bestfriend and a secret admirer to her: pull her apart from him and do your best to prove her better instead.

Hanni deserves everything that is wonderful in this world, and you are willing to give it all for her as much as you can. This is why you have to do it.

Replacing your house attire with a much presentable casual outfit, you went out of your house and drove your car all the way to the destination which is Hanni's residence.

You parked and hurriedly went to the front door as you knocked slightly aggressive. "Hanni! It's me, YN!"

There was no response. You knocked again, a bit louder in fact, and continued to call her name.

"Hanni! Open the door, please!"

You were having growing suspicions and feeling strange that nobody's responding to your calls so you tried to peek on the windows but it was all covered in curtains, preventing you from the interior.

Picking up your phone, you dialed Hanni's number and waited for it as it rang.

"Cmon... pick it up, pick it up." You said as you tapped your shoes on the ground.

A few seconds after, the profile switches to a timer, informing that the respondent reaches the call. You pressed your phone on your ear and began speaking.

"Hanni! Why are you not in the house?"

"What?"

"I'm here in front of your house. Hyerin said that you're sick. Where did you go?"

"S-so she told you about it too?..." Hanni weakly said. You recognized it immediately what she's referring at.

"Yes, and I came here to check up on you but you weren't here. Where are you now?"

"I just left 3 minutes ago from there." Hanni replied. "I'm on my way to the party."

"Party? Wait, what?" You blurted. "Hanni, you don't need to go there. You have to rest!"

"And what! Just let my boyfriend there flirting along with a girl behind my back?!" Hanni frustratedly complained. "No, YN. I have t-to catch him. I'm going to make him regret what he did to me."

"Hanni, wait. Please, are you serious right now? You're going there all by yourself, and you're even sick right now while you're driving!"

"I'm recovering now! But nothing's gonna stop me from getting back at him." Hanni started to sniff, signalling that she's definitely beginning to cry and it pangs your heart listening to her pain. "I-It hurts... why did he do this to me, YN? I tried to be a great g-girlfriend to him but wasn't... wasn't I enough?"

"Hanni, I understand what you're going through right now okay? Even me dislikes what he did but... again, you're still not in a good condition so far and you're going there alone." You emphatized. "I know you have the girls there monitoring him but I just... let me be on your side like I always do for you, Hanni. I want to join and assist you on this because you mean a lot for me."

Hanni's heart swelled at your sweet and kind words. She smiled a little aside from the cruel situation she's in as of now. "T-thank you, YN."

"No problem, Hanni. Now tell me, do you know the location of the party?"

"i know, it was my former classmate's residence which is a close friend of Hyerin." Hanni said. "I-I'll give you the address."

"Alright, I'll try to catch up on you. Just... when you are already there, don't go there all by yourself. W-wait for me, please. Okay?"

"O-okay."

She ended the call and sent the message directly to you. You sighed heavily and lowered your head as the echoes of her pitiful somber repeats inside your head. It motivated you to help her in this current tough time she's dealing at.

You were about to enter the car when a kid suddenly appeared beside you, tugging your pants.

"M-mister, wait!"

"Oh uhm..." You were taken aback at this kid's presence. "Hey, little one. What is it?"

"C-can you get my kite f-from there, mister/miss?" The kid pointed at the kite stuck in the tree placed in front of a house. "Please... I don't want my mom to be mad at me. She made it for me."

You sighed and tightlipped. You are in a hurry, yes... but still your good-hearted soul couldn't resist a poor kid who is afraid of his parents just because he unintentionally lost a kite that is already meant a lot to his entertainment.

"Don't cry now kid, I'll get it for you." You nodded and patted his head. The kid led you to the tree where his kite is twirled and just swaying there along to the breeze of the thin air.

You noticed that the string were just wrapped around the branch and it's that high for you to reach. You thanked that it was not that hard and too much of a time consuming task for you to do.

Climbing the three, you stretched you body to untangle the string carefully on the branch until you finally got a grasp on it with it's straight form, now back at its fixed condition.

You jumped from the tree and stood in front of the kid. "Here's your kite. You can still play with it." you said as you handed it to him.

"Yehey!!! Thank you so much mister/miss!!!" He cheered loudly and you smiled at his bright mood. You patted again his head and return back to your car.

As you opened the door, you observed that there's a black cat sitting in the roof of your car. You had a staredown with it when it turned its head at you.

You were about to help it go down but it neverminded your kind deed, jumping out of your car by itself.

You just shrugged and entered the car to start driving away.

In the middle of the drive, you removed your focus on the road for a while to switch your music on the radio. It was then you had a glimpse of your gas meter that the fuel of your car is now at a low percentage.

"Oh you got to be kidding me." You groaned.

Fortunately, there was a gas station beside the highway. You went there and refilled you fuel first because obviously you wouldn't like not only yourself taking too much time to reach the party and meet Hanni but also to leave your car there, cause a problem to the other drivers, and have it towed away.

As it got refilled, you thanked the worker and entered your car as you proceeded driving. Remembering Hanni, you contacted her again to get updated. "Where are you now?"

"I'm close. Just a turn at the end and I'll be there now." She answered with a cough after she spoke, confirming to you that she is indeed still not fully recovered yet from her sickness. You felt sorry again for her that she had to go through this and leave her be at peace where she would be rather stay at home and continue resting.

"Okay. I'm on my way now." You stated. Right as you turned off the call, you stopped your car when the other one in front of you did the same, and that's until you realized that you are now in the middle of a traffic.

"BAD TIMING!" You pounded your fist on the steering wheel, causing a honking sound when you hit the horn. Looking back at the time, there's only 9 minutes left before it turns to five in the afternoon. Then, you already knew that you may be a few minutes late since Hanni might have already arrived. You just hope for the best that she won't make a create much of a scene out of catching her cheating boyfriend and that Haerin and the girls would be there to back up her.

You patiently awaited the cars to keep going since you knew that such an annoying circumstance had to develop at the worst possible time when you are in a rush.

There's only 5 minutes remaining in your watch, your desperation urges you to just hop out of the car and run it all the way or just grab a cab through the location instead.

Thankfully, the traffic loosened and the car started to move again, much to your relief but still disappointed that it wasted much of your time remaining.

You successfully made it. The party is still ongoing inside, and you entered the house because luckily there was no guards for you to be questioned if you got any invitation or not.

You went to the backyard and spotted Haerin, Danielle, Hyein, and Minji doing a Super Shy challenge with some strangers, might be their friends you just don't recognize.

As they finished, you called for their names and you drew their attention at you. "YN!"

"Girls!" You exclaimed. "Did you guys saw Hanni?"

"What?" Haerin was puzzled. "Why are you looking for her here? I told you she didn't come with us today, right?"

You facepalmed as you just recalled that she did said that but you never updated her back that Hanni was planning to come in the party.

"Ah shit, I forgot!" You sweared. "So none of you have seen her?"

"YN what is going on?!" Hyein asked, all of them are getting confused now.

"Hanni said she's going here to confront her boyfriend!" Your voice increased, the mix of unknown and nervousness is making you uncomfortable in your stance.

"Huh?!" Minji reacted the loudest. "But we never saw any signs of her around here."

"Then where did she went if that so..." You roamed your eyes around the crowded area as the thoughts only occupied of Hanni attacking your mind in a sense of fear and danger.

"Wait... his boyfriend..." You returned your glances at them. "Where is he?"

"Oh wait!" Danielle exclaimed. "I-I saw him went out of the house with the girl he's flirting with while I was grabbing a food at the kitchen!"

"Then they must be out already, and we lost them..." You slapped your thigh irritatedly as you hissed at your words.

"Wait, unless..." Your eyes sprung up when a possibility just occurred in your head. "Oh no."

"What is it, YN?"

They began calling your name as you quickly ran out of the house while you dialed Hanni's number.

She answered the call. "Hanni. HANNI, WHERE ARE YOU? I'M HERE AT THE PARTY ALREADY. I ASKED THE GIRLS IF-" You paused at your speaking when you heard Hanni crying on the phone.

"Hanni?"

"They were right..." Hanni said between her sobs. "I should've been more aware, now I know why they weren't so okay in their first impression of him..."

She keeps on muttering all her regrets while watching her boyfriend and the girls she's being cheated at kissing beside the house. Hanni is inside the car, sitting on the driver's seat, hands gripping tightly at the steering wheel matched with the intensity of the despair, anger, and dismay she's containing for the sinful act of his boyfriend that she's witnessing.

"Where are you, Hanni? Please, just tell me."

"How could he do this to me... I gave it all, my love... my choice... my trust. I don't know if I could still forgive him, YN."

Her hand starts to hold the stick shift and her feet positioned on the pedal as her lips crunched and eyes dimmed in rage.

You heard an engine revved near at your spot and looked at it.

"YN! THAT'S HANNI'S CAR!" Haerin shouted from the gate, your friends followed you after you began searching for Hanni.

"Yet what I just received in return from him is to break my heart and throw it all in the waste... I'M GOING TO MAKE SURE HE'LL SUFFER WORSE THAN ME!"

She was about to step on the pedal as she screamed in anger when just in time you grabbed her arm, surprising her. You saw that her window is down as you sprinted towards her car.

"Let me go! LET ME GO!"

You opened the car and hugged her instantly. She still tried to force you away from her but the longer you embraced her, the more she starts to calm down and let herself pour all her devastation at you.

"Please, don't. Don't do it, Hanni. You may not deserve what you get, but you don't have to do this. Don't be worse than what he did to you. Let him face the consequences on his own fate."

You helped Hanni get out from the car to allow her breathe some fresh air as you two were joined by Haerin, Minji, Danielle, and Hyein. They gave their friend a group hug to console the heartbroken lover.

Your stare sharpened when you caught the boyfriend and the girl watching the scenario. The girls looked at the direction you are looking at, with Hanni stepping away from the group to finally confront her cheating boyfriend.

"L-look, Hanni... I can exp-"

*SLAP*

The guy touched his aching cheek where Hanni slapped him. "You're done. I'm breaking up with you, and I don't want to see you ever again, do you understand me?", she intimidatingly said with angst.

"H-Hanni... p-please, listen to-"

"She said what she said. Starting today, you stay the hell away from her, you bastard." You grunted as you pulled Hanni back at you again.

Hanni rolled her eyes disgustingly at the girl she's being cheated at before her ex and the girl left. As their figures vanished, she returned on hugging you again as she starts crying out on your body. You stayed there, patting her back to provide comfort at her while your group softly and admiringly watches you two.

"Thank you, YN. I'm sorry if I was stupid to end up with him."

You chuckled and shook your head. "Don't blame yourself. Didn't we all become stupid when we fell in love with somebody. We don't think of the consequences, but rather we look forward at our feelings at first."

"I get it, we just want to try make ourselves oblivious to disregard and escape all the pain we could receive, even though in the end there will always be someone that will enable you to finally wake up in reality to spare you from it... because simply that person just doesn't want to see you suffering any longer." You smiled at Hanni. "You can take it being each of us as your friends including me who also... never gave up loving you." you muttered solemnly at the near end.

Hanni lifted her head and looked at you astoundingly. Her mouth agape, learning that the special boy she's embracing is not only the one who's been very extremely meaningful to her life as her closest friend... but also as the man/woman who was treating her more valuable for so long than what she does, remained loyal and faithful for his/her love to her, even though she didn't picked him/her in the first place and instead chose a bad decision by being with a traitor and didn't cherished all her efforts in return. And that's what she always desired. It's just that she never thought that all of what she's been looking for is already an amalgamation of a perfect lover type... which is you being on her side through most of the times where she needs you.

The girls put up a broadly smile, knowing that you finally got to confess your love for Hanni. Hyerin would never call you right away when they needed a help for Hanni if it wasn't also for that reason.

"Y-you're serious, YN? You meant it?"

You nodded. "I've been loving you for 5 years, 6 months and counting, Pham Hanni. And I never had and will have an intention in my mind that there will be a deadline for me to stop loving you. I just leave it on to my heart that still prefers you as long as I'm living."

Hanni blushed and was touched at your statement. You hugged her again, and she is now feeling your affection in a whole different direction now after your confession to her.

"I know it's sudden and not actually the perfect time for me to do it, but ofcourse I'll give you some time to think about it while you heal your heart." You whispered to her as you caressed her back. "My heart always hurts when you can't let him go because I had this doubt in me that you always deserve better than what he give. I always wanted it to be me, Hanni... but I don't have the control in your life. I'll just be as happy as what you are."

And again, you were the only one who could make Hanni smile in this dreadful day of hers. Her emotions doesn't feel like it weighs her down anymore, because with your presence; everything just helps for her.

It makes her feel amused, complete, and lastly... to be loved uncomparably.

In order to take Hanni home early so she could recover from her increasing health and wait for her sickness to totally subside, you excused yourself from the girls. The girls appreciated their compassion, said you farewell, and advised you to drive safely.

1 WEEK LATER

You were playing the tone of your newly written song in your guitar at the music room of your campus until you officially stopped doing it as you submitted yourself to your bored mood.

Placing down your guitar beside you on the couch, you slumped down and lazily looked around the house thinking of other ways to spend your free time.

An option popped into your mind and you were just hoping that she's also available for today.

You picked up your phone. Your fingertip was about to press down the power button but then your screen lit up, showing the call profile of Hanni, much to your surprise.

Coincidence? You think not.

Smirking at how amazing it was, you answer the call with a large grin in your face.

"Hmmm hey, Hanni how are you?"

"Doing fine but I'm bored right now." She said weakly. It was evident to her voice, but you chuckled again as how the mindset of you both were unknowingly similar. "Really? Because I am too, honestly." You replied. "I was just playing my guitar here and it doesn't please me still."

"Well I'm here building a puzzle and it doesn't help. So I just picked up my phone-"

"Yeah, I did too after-

"I think about you."

Both of you were stunned that you two said the same thing together. You blushed at smiled, with Hanni also reacting as you.

"You know, I find it pretty impressive that both of us were like sharing the same mindset these days."

Hanni laughed at your comment. "Yeah you're right. Well everything has a reason, right? We just have to give it some sense, so maybe... I guess we're just really that specially related."

You nodded, beaming a smile as you agreed at her opinion. "I guess we are."

Both became silent as you let the moment sink in to yourselves, having to hear the voices that belongs to the one that is being held dearly by each other's hearts again which was easily effective to uplift your spirits and lighten up together's moods.

"You're free today?"

"I am. Why?"

"Perfect. What do you say? We can go wherever you like." You smirked at your suggestion. "Just say the words and I'm down, Hanni. "

Hanni didn't think twice about it, it was already a great idea to be with you and she wouldn't hesitate to just let it across. "Well, all I need is you on my side so we can go whenever you like too, YN."

You were glad at her answer. "Just tell me now where are you and what's your ETA so that I could prepare while I wait for you, YN."

It was like every time when you were about to spend your time with her, she tests you how fast you are on preparing yourself to meet up with her...

... and this day might be your fastest so far.

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You and Hanni were waiting for your orders to be served inside a fine restaurant you two have decided to try around the mall.

While you are watching the movie that is being showed in the TV screen, Hanni distracted you not only by her question but also with her actions.

She rolled up the sleeve in your arm to see your bandaged wrist. "This took me since earlier when we rode your car, what happened to this?"

"N-nothing." You shook your head and gently pulled it away, hiding it back on your sleeve. "Just got into a little accident, wounded in result."

Hanni nodded and patted your hand. "Try to be careful next time, okay? It's good that you applied it first aid already."

You flinched with a teasing smirk. "Ofcourse, I am. I'm a grown up now, mom."

Hanni bonked your head and pouted sulkily. "OUCH! Okay, I'm sorry!"

"No, that won't do." She swayed her head, rejecting your apology.

"Then what should I need to do, huh?"

"Buy me an ice cream." she requested with puppy eyes as she said it with anticipation.

"Pft. Basic." You scoffed, taking out your wallet from the pocket. "Deal accepted."

"No, I'm not done yet."

You slumped your shoulders as you stared at her ridiculously. "What do you want too, missy?"

She tapped her cheek repeatedly as she presented it to you. You were flustered, trying to deny if she's actually requesting the same thing you're thinking.

"I'm waiting, YN... or we're gonna go home very quickly after we eat~"

You can describe any synonym of "terrified" after she said that, prompting you to land your first kiss in her cheek, as there's going to be no way you two would ruin this day just because you chose stubborn and dense at her hint.

"That was as good as I expected." Hanni winked at you before she returned her focus back at her phone, leaving you sheepishly grinning and blushing intensely on your seat.

As your ordered dishes finally arrived in your table, she lead the prayer before both of you started to feat on each other's foods.

You were gonna pick up the fork until you had a glance on your wounded wrist again, and you recalled the question Hanni gave to you according with that... in which you didn't gave her a proper answer.

She must not know. It's for the better, you thought. You had to lure her away from the darkest secret you just made for the rest of your life.

From what you actually did behind the wound that was left within you as a cost of your unforgivable action.

You'll try to keep it with you as long as it requires to be, but if there's a time she learned about it; you already are willing to take all the responsibility to face her with it.

You ate with Hanni and gave her the same delighted yet forced reaction to the delicious taste of each other's food...

...while the guilt of killing her ex-boyfriend three days after Hanni broke up with her by running the car straight towards at him when he was alone walking in the street. You were stalking him for days, searching for a perfect opportunity to do the favor instead for Hanni on what she almost attempted.

You brought his body in your car's trunk and threw secretly on the cliff to dispose him off. That's where you also noticed the wound in your wrist left by him possibly from the struggle he tried to do to fight you back as you were about to leave from the place. All of it lingers in your head while Hanni is just enjoying her meal in front of you, no clue that her current love interest has just sacrificed him/herself to seek for blood in revenge for the guy who broke her heart and made her miserable.

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Talk is Cheap (2/2)

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: General Warning: Mentions of pregnancy Category: AU; Angst (with a happy ending) Word count: 2.7K Prompt: What would have been the outcome if Sawyer had discovered that she was pregnant whilst Ethan was in the Amazon? A/N: The theme song for this fic is “Go Get Her” by Restless Road.

Part One

It took Sawyer two days and ten chewed up fingernails to work up the courage to call. And it took three unanswered calls to realize that her heart wasn’t done breaking.

“Ethan, it’s Sawyer. Please call me as soon as you get this message. I really need to talk to you.”

Ethan listened to the message several times. There were only two possible reasons for her call: something was wrong, or she wanted to talk about them. The only clue he had, her shaky and hesitant voice, was not enough to go on. Worried that weeks of strategic silence and self-inflicted loneliness would be for nothing, he determined that the safest course of action was to call his mentor. Speaking to Naveen would rule out several of the “something wrong” scenarios that were racing through his anxious mind.

Ring, ring. “Hello, Ethan. It has been a while,” Naveen answered. The two hadn’t spoken since the video call that ended with Sawyer darting away from his office in tears.

“Naveen. How are you? How have you been feeling?”

“I’m fine, son.”

“Did you have your check-up with Baz this month?”

“I did. My labs were normal.”

“Good… that’s good… uh, how’s the team?”

“They are managing quite well, and June is taking full advantage of her time at the helm,” Naveen chuckled.

“I don’t doubt it. And the interns? Have they killed anyone while I’ve been away?”

“The interns?” Ethan’s attempt at small talk was already suspicious, but asking about the interns was a dead giveaway. “Or one in particular?” Naveen pressed.

Giving up his pretense, Ethan confessed, “She left me a vague message. I was concerned that something had happened. That one of you might be sick or hurt.”

“I think it’s safe to say she’s hurt, Ethan,” Naveen challenged.

“You know that’s not what I meant. Is she okay? Has there been any more backlash from the trial? Has Nash been harassing her?”

An exasperated Naveen sighed, “I don’t know the reason for her call, Ethan. And even if I did, I would tell you to speak with her yourself. Tell me, how are you planning to work together if you’re not on speaking terms?”

“Our relationship will return to that of a strictly professional one. Working together on your case, sharing that secret… the lines got blurred and I let things go too far. It was the result of heightened stress and frequent exposure to-”

“Bullshit,” Naveen interjected.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. We both know if that’s all it was, you wouldn’t have bothered to call me. You wouldn’t care this much. Now, swallow your pride like that over-priced whiskey you drink and call her.”

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The following day, Sawyer stood outside of Naveen’s office. “Hi Danielle, any chance the chief has some free time in the next day or two?”

“Let me check his schedule, Dr. Brooks,” the assistant answered, clicking her computer mouse.

“Sawyer? Is that you out there?” Naveen called from inside his office. “Come on in.”

Sawyer offered a thankful smile to Danielle and then stepped into Naveen’s office, closing the door behind her. “Thanks for giving me a few minutes.”

“I can always spare a few for my grand-mentee.” He gestured to one of the seats in front of his desk. “What’s on your mind, dear?”

Sawyer took a grounding breath, then proceeded. “A lot actually. I, uh…” She paused, nervously biting her bottom lip. Then as if ripping off a Band-Aid, she came right out with it. “What is the policy for taking a leave of absence? And if I did, how would that impact my fellowship?”

Naveen pursed his lips, mentally diagnosing the situation. “Well, that depends on the type of leave being requested.”

Sawyer hung her head for a moment, and when she looked up, her eyes were glassy. “Maternity leave.”

He followed her eyes when they shifted to a picture displayed on the hutch behind him, confirming his suspicion. Naveen hoped that Ethan had taken his advice last night. With a sympathetic air, he leaned forward and folded his hands. "Does he know?"

She shook her head and bit her lips, trying to prevent the spill of tears. “He hasn’t returned my calls," she finally managed.

“I’m so sorry, dear. Is there anything you need? Anything I can do for you?”

Sawyer reached for a tissue. “I just need to know what my options are.”

He nodded.

“And if it comes to it… the process for transferring my residency.”

He couldn’t help the frown on his face. “Of course.” A short while later, with a hug and another offer of support, Naveen said goodbye to Sawyer.

"Danielle, would you mind letting Dr. Cyrus know that I am running a few minutes behind?" Closing his door for privacy, he retrieved his phone from the pocket of his white lab coat.

Later that night, in his tiny studio apartment in Atalaya, Peru, Ethan sat on the edge of the bed and scrolled through his phone contacts. He stared at Sawyer’s profile picture for a long while, gathering the strength to stay firm in his resolve, while also preparing for the worst. If she was sick, he would call in every favor he was owed. If she was moving on with someone new, he would hate it, but wouldn’t interfere with her happiness. If she was quitting… leaving… he would break.

With his thumb hovering over the call button, he was startled when the phone pinged. Tapping on the notification, he read the incoming lines of text and quickly realized that he had not anticipated this scenario.

In her bedroom in her Boston apartment, Sawyer paced back and forth. The word “Read” appeared after the last line of her text message and she anxiously chewed on her thumbnail waiting for any kind of response. Preferably a call, but she would settle for three bouncing dots and a few lines of text. A half hour later, accepting the silence as his response, she powered off her phone and tossed it aside. Curling up in her bed, she cried herself to sleep.

In those same thirty minutes, Ethan stared at the sonogram picture and choked back tears. His knee bounced up and down nervously, carefully considering what to say and do to make things right. When he finally pushed the green call button, he immediately heard her voice on the other end of the line. “Hi there, you’ve reached Sawyer. Leave me a message.” He redialed several more times, but each time it went straight to voicemail. “Dammit!”

Ethan stood and raked his fingers through his hair in frustration. He spun around taking in his humble surroundings, considering his current obligations. “To hell with it.” After calling for a ride, he tossed his phone on the bed and began shoving his belongings into his open suitcase.

An hour later, from the backseat of a taxi, Ethan made another call. “Dr. Stehl, it’s Ethan Ramsey. I’m sorry to do this, but something has come up back home in Boston. A family emergency. I’m on my way to the airport now…”

After twenty-four hours of cramped bus rides and connecting flights, and a quick stop at home to freshen up, Ethan stood outside of Sawyer’s apartment door. Taking a deep, calming breath first, he knocked.

Elijah greeted him a half minute later. “Dr. Ramsey? I didn’t know you were back.”

“Yes, just. Is Sawyer here?”

Elijah moved backward and gestured for him to enter, assuming that Sawyer was already expecting him. It wouldn’t have been the first time she entertained Dr. Ramsey in their apartment, after all. It would also explain why she passed on going to Donahue’s with the other roommates for “Ladies Night” half-priced drinks. “She’s in her room. You remember which one, right?”

Ethan nodded. “Thank you.”

“By the way, I like the beard,” Elijah remarked, closing the door. “Maybe I should try to grow one so my patients won’t think I’m fifteen anymore.”

“Hmph,” Ethan huffed in amusement as he moved deeper into the quiet apartment.

He inhaled and exhaled slowly before gently knocking on the last door at the end of the hall, the door to Sawyer’s room. Though light emanated from underneath the door, there was no answer. He knocked again, and when she still didn’t answer, he carefully turned the doorknob and peeked inside.

Sawyer was fast asleep, hugging a pillow close to her body.

Quietly shutting the door behind him, he softly padded to the side of her bed and carefully sat on the edge. Her laptop lay open behind her. On the screen, an application for residency at the Mayo Clinic in Arizona, which made Ethan’s stomach sink.

Odds were she hated him at this point. Despite the risk, he reached out to touch her. Tenderly skimming his fingers along her hairline, he brushed a few loose strands out of the way. “Sawyer,” he quietly said her name. When he repeated it, she finally began to stir and then opened her eyes.

Shocked, she bolted upright and backed away, nearly knocking her laptop to the floor. “W-what are you doing here?” she asked, trying to get her bearings.

“I came to talk. To apologize. To try to make things right.”

“Ethan, I–”

Sensing her distrust, “Please, give me a chance,” he implored. “I know I don’t deserve it, but will you please hear me out?” When she didn’t protest, he continued.

“I have been so selfish, Sawyer. When Naveen appointed you to the diagnostics team, I feared a scandal if people discovered we were together, especially with the ethics trial still fresh in people’s minds. I could never, in good conscience, put you in a position like that. You worked so hard and earned this fellowship. It’s a rare opportunity that I don’t want to get in the way of.” His eyes begged for understanding. “Please believe me when I say this… I want to be with you. So much so that I considered stepping down as team leader. Hell, I even considered resigning from the team altogether.” He ran his hand through his hair and took a deep breath. “As much as I care for you, Sawyer, I couldn’t give it up. I have spent my entire career preparing to one day fill Naveen’s shoes. It’s all I’ve ever wanted, until you. But everything between us happened so fast. It was still so new-”

“Ethan, I would never expect you to make that kind of sacrifice. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you did,” Sawyer firmly cut in.

“I know, Rookie, and that’s why I told myself the only way forward was as colleagues, and nothing more.” He made a point of looking her in the eye. “But the problem is we’ve never just been colleagues, have we. There’s always been something more between us. I took advantage of the distance, hoping that if we cut ties for a while, the connection would fade and make it easier to leave what we had in the past.”

Sawyer shook her head in frustration.

“You don’t have to say it. I can probably guess what you’re thinking,” Ethan acknowledged.

“That you’re an idiot?” she quipped.

“Yes, and you’d be right to think so. I had convinced myself it was a solid plan. As long as we still worked together, I would still get to see and talk to my best friend without the constant worry of holding you back or jeopardizing your career.” Sawyer followed when he tipped his head to the laptop screen behind her. “Knowing how badly you wanted to be at Edenbrook, and how hard you fought for the fellowship, I hadn’t considered the possibility that you would leave. When you said you might move back to Arizona, I realized my plan backfired.”

Ethan gave her a moment to process.

“Why didn’t you call or write me back after I told you about the baby?” she demanded an answer.

"I know this will be hard to believe, but I swear I was just about to call you when I got your text. You can blame me for a lot, but you can’t blame me for the sudden shock of learning that I was going to be a father. It took me a while to catch my breath and find my words. When I finally got my shit together, I tried calling. Several times. But I kept getting your voicemail.” Ethan absent-mindedly stretched his hand toward her. “Sawyer, we both know words without action are meaningless. You mean so much to me and-”

“You have a real shitty way of showing it,” she interjected.

"And I'm here now because I want to change that. You deserve better than a phone call, and certainly more than a text message. You, Rookie, have the unnerving ability to read me like an open book. I want you to be able to look into my eyes and see the truth in my words when I tell you how I feel."

Protectively clutching her pillow to her chest, she braced herself. “And how do you feel?”

“About you?” he paused, his eyes darting between hers. “I am hopelessly in love with you, Sawyer Brooks.”

She swallowed, nervously anticipating his next words.

“How do I feel about this baby?” He sighed softly. “I’ll be honest, I never pictured myself settling down or having a family. I’ve spent the last twenty-four hours on buses and planes alone with my thoughts, and they were consumed with the idea of becoming a father. For the first time in my life, Sawyer, I could picture it… a family of my own... but only because you were with me in that dream. And I’m worried that I’ve fucked it all up.”

Overcome with emotion, Sawyer hid her face with her hands and sobbed.

“Sawyer?”

“Arrrrrgh,” she growled into her hands before lowering them. “I’m still furious with you… I’m not sure where we go from here… how to trust that you won’t walk away again.” She wiped her tears away. “But I guess we have a lot to figure out…” she said, her voice cracking, “because despite myself, I’m still in love with you, too.”

A wave of relief washed over Ethan. There was hope, even if the space between them made it feel like they were still on different continents.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, looking her over.

“I’ve had a little morning sickness, but mostly I'm exhausted.” She opened her mouth to say more but stopped herself.

“What is it?”

Her bottom lip quivered when she continued. “I’m scared to death.”

Ethan gently removed the pillow barrier and drew her near. “Come here.” He pressed a kiss to her temple and murmured, "It will be okay."

“You’ve said that before,” she mumbled into his chest.

He pulled back to look her in the eyes. “I’m sorry for letting you down before. I know that it will take time to earn back your trust. But I promise you, Sawyer, I’m here for you… for both of you. You can count on me,” he assured, his fingers twining with hers. “I will be the man... the partner… that you need me to be.”

They held onto each other in comforting silence for several minutes.

“I missed you, Asshole,” she whispered, then lifted her head to really look at him.

Ethan smiled. “I missed you, too, Rookie. Every minute of every day that I was away.”

Sawyer ran her hand over his scruffy beard, then over the soft leather of his jacket. “We’ve got ourselves a brand new Ethan Ramsey,” she assessed.

“This jacket’s been through a lot with me.”

“It suits you.”

Scratching his cheek, “And the beard?”

She studied him for a moment, then with the playful smile that he had missed so terribly, she teased, “You look like a dad.”

Seven months later…

Ethan stared in awe at the carefully wrapped bundle his wife held in her arms. The newborn’s tiny hand wrapped around the tip of his finger. Without letting go, he carefully nestled next to his wife on the hospital bed. Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, he leaned in and pressed an appreciative kiss to her temple. When he pulled back, she turned to him with a smile, soliciting another kiss but this time on her lips.

“I love you. How are you feeling?” he asked.

Before she could respond, there was a gentle knock on the door. Two older men bearing flowers, balloons, and teddy bears quietly entered. While the silver-haired man exchanged cheek kisses with Sawyer, the dark-haired man in the sweater vest moved to the other side of the bed and placed a hand on Ethan’s shoulder.

“Dad. Naveen. Let me introduce you to your grandson,” Ethan announced. “Brooks Winter Ramsey.”

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heaven sent — 07. the rooftop

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You woke up the next morning to the sound of rain and hushed voices from the living room.

It’s so weird that Minji is becoming friends with a messenger from God… who she thinks is my girlfriend.

You sat up, straining your ears to listen.

“Is she treating you well?” Minji’s low voice teasingly asked.

“Yeah,” you could imagine Danielle’s smile. “She is.”

I should tell her to get into acting.

“I’m surprised she’s not just brooding on your dates.”

“Why? Is she usually like that?”

You heard Minji sigh in exasperation. “Before you came, she was like a walking thunderstorm. I'm pretty sure I’m her only friend. You can imagine my shock when I found out she had a whole girlfriend. Before me, too…”

Okay, rude.

“Do you know why?”

“I know a bit,” Minji said, after a pause. “It’s probably best if you heard it from her.”

Oh.

You took that as a sign to start heading towards the bathroom before making your presence known.

“Hi guys,” you said, muffled, brushing your teeth.

“Hey,” Minji stretched and made her way toward the door. “I’m gonna head out. I’ll catch you guys later.”

She shut the door gently behind her.

“Morning,” Danielle smiled. “It’s raining today, so I guess we’re staying inside.”

You grinned, mouth full of toothpaste. “Nice.”

You quickly finished washing up and plopped yourself next to her on the couch.

“What do you usually do at home? Besides sleeping.”

“It probably sounds loser-ish, but I like doing jigsaw puzzles,” you scratched your nape. “I don’t know why, I guess it’s rewarding to see the end result.”

She sat up enthusiastically. “That sounds fun! Do you have any puzzles you haven’t started?”

“Yeah,” you felt relieved at her response. “It’s this really pretty city at night. It’s in my room.”

“I’ll make cereal for you and bring it in while you find the puzzle.” You hated how her thoughtfulness made your throat dry.

You both lay on your stomachs on the floor of your room, spreading out the pieces.

“You’ve told me about the structure, but what’s the work culture like in heaven?” You shoved a spoon full of cereal in your mouth.

“It’s nice,” she mused. “Everyone’s always gossiping about their human.”

“Have you gossiped about me yet?” You eyed her curiously.

“Maybe.” She stuck her tongue out childishly. “Not telling you what I said.”

“Why not?” You whined. “Surely I’m not that bad.”

She zipped her mouth shut.

“Fine,” you rolled your eyes, internally celebrating when you finished the border of the puzzle. “Do you ever have free time in heaven?”

“We don’t really have free time,” she pouted. “When we’re done with one wish, we almost immediately get assigned another.”

“No wonder why you force me to go out everyday. You must be having a blast with me then,” you smiled smugly.

“You’re awfully confident for someone who just sleeps all day.”

“Not true,” you frowned, flicking a piece at her forehead. “I have been obediently waking up at seven on the dot every morning.”

“I guess I can give you that.”

The two of you worked in silence for a while, enjoying each other's company. Honestly, you were doing most of the work, while Danielle seemed to be deep in thought. She was now lying on her back, staring at the ceiling, preoccupied with her own thoughts.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

She stopped twirling the puzzle piece with her fingers.

“I know you heard Minji and I this morning.”

“Oh.” You clicked a piece in. “Was it your angel powers?”

“Something like that.”

You clicked another piece in. “What do you want to know about?”

“Everything,” she said. “I always want to know everything about you.”

Do you care because you like me or because you have to?

“It’s a long sob story,” you warned.

“We have time,” she replied, glancing at the window, rain still pattering gently against it.

You hummed in acknowledgment, clicking another piece in as Danielle watched you intently. You took some time to form the right words. Where do I begin?

“My mom and I didn’t have the best relationship growing up.”

“Really?” She furrowed her eyebrows. “Based on the stories you told, I thought…”

“Grief has a funny way of changing your perspective,” you smiled wryly. “I choose to talk about the good parts. I still remember the bad, of course.”

You stamped a piece down. “My parents weren’t rich. They sacrificed a lot to get me to where I am today. All they ever wanted was to see me successful, live a better life than they did. They taught me what hard work and discipline was.”

“They raised you well,” she said softly.

You nodded. “My mom was the most ambitious person I knew. I guess she wanted to pass that trait on to me. My childhood was spent mostly doing extracurriculars — tutoring, debating, volunteering, all that kinda stuff. When I was seven, she signed me up for piano classes.”

You both looked at the keyboard in your room, neglected and covered with dust.

“At first, I was fine with it. She was visibly proud of me, for once. But then, it became more serious. I had to practice a few hours everyday, had to start learning music theory, going to these concerts, taking exams…”

You sighed. “It was like the breaking point for me. It was too much. I hated it. I tried to tell my mom, but she wouldn’t listen. She would just say ‘It’s good for you’ and ‘Don’t you want to make me happy?’ It caused a rift in our relationship.”

“And your dad?”

“He just stood by and watched. He’s a person of little words.”

“Oh.”

“I couldn’t talk to her without an argument starting,” you clenched your jaw. “We both grew bitter. Argued about anything and everything. This went on for years. And one day, I just stopped playing. I refused to go to lessons. Refused to touch the piano at all. She tried everything: taking away my phone, guilt-tripping me, giving me the cold shoulder. But nothing worked. She gave up eventually.”

You felt a familiar burning sensation in your throat. Danielle shuffled closer and grabbed your hands, squeezing it. “We didn’t talk for a while. Days turned to weeks. I tried to mend our relationship, do anything to make her proud of me again. But our stubbornness always got the better of us. Then one day…”

You took in a shaky breath. “I was in school, and I got a call. I think you can guess what happens next.”

She said nothing, pulling you in for a hug. You exhaled quietly, closing your eyes as you felt hot tears stream down your face.

“After her passing, I resented her,” you muttered. “Why wasn’t I ever enough? That anger, it helped me, for a while. It was the only way I could live with the regret of leaving our relationship like that. As soon as I could, I packed my bags, left, and never looked back. That’s how I ended up here now.”

You pulled back and looked at the keyboard. “Bought that impulsively. Thought it would help me get over it, but I haven’t had the courage to touch it since. I learned to play the guitar instead. It’s hiding in my closet.”

Danielle’s watery eyes met yours. “Maybe it’s time to try again.”

You managed a small smile. “Maybe.”

“Thank you for telling me,” she bit the inside of her cheek. “And I know it doesn’t mean much coming from me, but I think she would’ve been proud of who you’ve become.”

“No,” you murmured, feeling that familiar ache in your heart. “It means everything.”

She handed you a tissue, to which you gratefully accepted and wiped your tears away.

“Let’s finish this puzzle.” You clicked another piece in, your heart feeling lighter. “And maybe I'll play you a song.”

“Damn,” Danielle stood up, admiring the completed puzzle. “We did an amazing job.”

“Who’s we?” you scoffed. “I did an amazing job.”

“Same difference,” she shrugged, rushing over to violently open your closet. You rolled your eyes at her lack of patience and respect for privacy.

She pulled your guitar out, eyes shining in excitement. She strummed, recoiling back at how off-tune it was. “You weren’t lying when you said it’s been a while.”

You smiled, leaning down to connect your keyboard and power it on. You stretched your fingers, blowing off dust before pressing down on the keys, adjusting your fingers to a familiar shape.

You bit your lip, playing some scales. “It feels so weird.” You turned to face her. “Any song requests?”

“What?” She frowned in confusion. “You can play any song?”

“I have perfect pitch,” you mumbled. “So, kind of..”

She gasped, grabbing your shoulder and shaking it. “Please play a song from Frozen.”

“Oh my god,” you pinched the bridge of your nose. “Anything but that.”

She stared at you with puppy eyes.

“Fine.”

You hummed the melody of For The First Time in Forever to yourself, feeling out the chords of the song, before beginning to play it.

Danielle leaned over your shoulder, eyes widened and jaw dropped. She was speechless for the whole song. Your fingers were clumsy and stumbled on some parts, but she didn’t seem to mind.

“So,” you dragged out once you played the final note. “Not bad for a rusty old-timer, right?”

“Not bad?” She screeched. “That was amazing!”

You winced at her shouting, but smiled shyly. “Thanks.”

“I can't believe you have perfect pitch,” she said, starstruck. “Have you considered composing music?”

“I used to,” you grabbed the guitar off the bed and fiddled with the tuning keys. “I just couldn’t find inspiration, so nothing really became of it.”

“Well, you have me now,” she grinned, pulling a chair up next to you. “And I have plenty of ideas.”

You quirked an eyebrow. “Didn’t peg you for a musician.”

“We listened to tons of music when studying about Earth,” she puffed her cheeks. “From Tchaikovsky to Queen to Nicki Minaj to LOONA. The whole bunch.”

“Alright,” you smiled, opening up your laptop. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

You leaned back on your chair and pressed play, both of you nodding your head along to the instrumental.

“The synths are so pretty,” she gushed. “And you did an amazing job with the riff.”

“This song is so you,” you chuckled. “Upbeat and groovy.”

“Good job, me.” You coughed back a scoff as Danielle patted herself on the back. You relaxed your shoulders, stretching your arms and cracking your knuckles.

“Huh,” you said, staring outside. “It stopped raining.”

“Let’s go out!” She exclaimed, grabbing your hand. “Do you know the spot?”

You looked at her, confused. “What?”

“The spot?” She scratched her head. “A spot? The other messengers said that humans always have ‘a spot’ or something.”

“Oh,” you smiled. She’s so cute. “Yeah, I do.”

“Great!” she squealed, pulling you outside. “Let’s go!”

“Wow,” Danielle exhaled as she leaned against the rail of the rooftop, looking down to the city below.

“It’s always pretty at night,” you moved next to her, reaching your hand out to feel the light breeze. “Especially after it rains. The lights reflect so much better on the wet roads.”

“I see what you mean.”

“Whenever I used to come up here,” you watched the cars drive by and people walk past below, “I liked picking a person and coming up with their story. Like I was God.”

She smirked, “God?”

“Like that guy,” you pointed at a random man, who was leaning against a street pole, hands tucked in his pocket. “Bet you his name is Sebastian.”

“Sebastian?” she frowned. “No, it’s definitely Jerry.”

“Fine,” you conceded. “He’s waiting for a friend. They have this weird tradition where they meet once a month to discuss whether crocodiles are real or not.”

She tilted her head. “I can see that. I think he’s the type to believe that they don’t exist.”

The man was now pacing back and forth, talking to someone on the phone. You gasped. “His friend just called. He has to cancel because his girlfriend wants a date night.”

“But,” Danielle continued dramatically. “The girlfriend works at a zoo, where she sees crocodiles everyday, so she’s constantly telling the boyfriend to stay away from Jerry, claiming that he’s too weird. That’s why the friend is avoiding him, making excuses to skip their tradition.”

You smiled as she played along. “You’re surprisingly good at this.”

“Surprisingly?” She feigned offense. “I’m good at everything.”

After your laughter died down, it was silent again, both of you taking in the view below. You turned to your side to face her, marveling at how pretty she looked.

“Danielle,” you said her name like a prayer. She turned, the two of you now facing each other.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for this past week,” you smiled sincerely. “You make things feel so… easy.”

She shook her head. “I didn’t do anything. I just forced you to go outside.”

You bit your lip. “Well, it’s been a while since I’ve felt so happy. So, thank you.” You edged closer to her, her gaze snapping towards your hand that was now on top of hers.

Fuck it.

You leaned forward and kissed her. Your lips met gently, and you pulled her closer by the shirt to deepen the kiss. For a second, you felt her kissing you back.

She suddenly jerked back, eyes swirling with guilt.

“Danielle,” you whispered. “I really like-”

“Don’t,” she said, voice cracking. “Don’t finish that sentence.”

Your heart dropped. “Why?”

“We can’t,” she said, voice strained, shaking her head. “I can’t.”

She started to step away, further from you.

“Wait,” you reached out to her. “Listen to me-”

“I can’t.”

Just as your fingers brushed against her wrist, she turned and disappeared, leaving you with the echo of your heartbeat ringing in your ears.

You couldn’t sleep that night, tossing and turning, your mind filled with unanswered questions and the ghost of her lips on yours.

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leoramage · 8 months

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iris + mastermind (part two)

⊹ masterlist ⊹ taglist ⊹

⊹⊱ trigger warning - [mentions of emotional heartbreak, swearing]

⊹⊱ theme - [university au]

⊹⊱ pairings - [mick schumacher x student!y/n x daniel ricciardo]

⊹⊱ keywords - [muse. "your beauty should be captured and framed." steal my girl. "capture a piece of her essence, a glimpse into the depths of her soul." unrequited. "more than just a subject; she is the embodiment of artistry itself."]

The library was bathed in the soft glow of reading lamps, and the soft hum of fluorescent lights revealed the rows of dusty books, creating an ambiance of solitude that lent itself to focus — a sanctuary of silence in the heart of Gran Vincere Academy. Daniel sat alone at a corner table, engrossed in his studies, oblivious to the world around him. The weight of academic responsibilities bore down on his shoulders, leaving little room for idle thoughts. His camera, a trusty companion, sat perched on the table before him, its lens staring back at him with anticipation. It lay stealthily hidden beneath a pile of books, its lens pointed towards an inconspicuous spot. He had been studying diligently, but curiosity had a way of taking control.

Weeks had passed since Mick had confessed his feelings to you, and things seemed to be progressing slowly but steadily between the two of you. You found yourself spending more time together, getting to know each other on a deeper level. The atmosphere within their friend group had subtly shifted. Uncertainty and tension simmered beneath the surface permeated the air at Gran Vincere Academy, but a different kind of tension was brewing beneath the surface.

Little did Daniel know that the shift in dynamics would soon become more pronounced.

His finger rested lightly on the shutter button, capturing an image that would soon become a secret he'd carry. He was working on a project that required him to capture candid moments, raw emotions frozen in time. Little did he know that a candid moment was about to find him.

As he adjusted his camera's settings, he discreetly aimed it towards a secluded corner of the library. The click of the shutter clicked, and a sound followed, familiar as an old friend's laughter, echoed through the library. They seemed to be sharing secrets, their faces close, their voices hushed.

In that moment, Daniel captured more than he had bargained for.

Upon returning to his dorm room, he transferred the images to his computer, eager to review his progress. His excitement dimmed when he came across a photo that stood out amidst the portraits and landscapes. Mick and a girl, their heads bent together, sharing a secret conversation in a secluded corner of the library. He felt a mixture of shock and uncertainty. Should he share this secret with Y/N, his close friend? But then, he remembered the guilt that churned inside him for having unintentionally invaded Mick's privacy.

His heart raced as he examined the image. It was a moment of vulnerability, concealed from the world, captured by pure accident. He couldn't help but wonder who the girl was and if sharing this information with you would be wise.

The knowledge weighed heavy on his shoulders, but he hesitated, fearing the consequences of unveiling this hidden truth.

He was left walking on a tightrope till then.

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Days passed...

And Daniel wrestled with his conscience. He couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to do something about that photo, but the weight of his discovery kept him silent. Then, a twist of fate intervened.

The professor assigned a portrait project, demanding that each student capture the essence of their chosen subject. Daniel's mind whirred with possibilities, but there was only one person he could envision as his muse.

Y/N. You were his muse that he wanted to capture the beauty from his lenses.

Nervousness swirled within him as he approached you with the proposition. He knew it wasn't just the assignment that drew him to you. It was an amalgamation of guilt, curiosity, and the unspoken feelings that had been slowly bubbling to the surface.

The day of the photoshoot arrived, and Daniel was a bundle of nerves. He wanted to capture Y/N's true essence, her spirit, and her beauty, but the guilt still gnawed at him. As he adjusted his camera and prepared for the shoot, he couldn't help but wonder if the beads of sweat on his forehead were from his nervousness or if they were a manifestation of the feelings he had for you.

"Daniel would you like me to smile?" You ask him softly, your gaze fixated on his form.

"Uhm- whatever you feel like best for your comfort? Anything that makes you feel relaxed." He muttered as his hands were shaking lightly, his breathing a little too shallow as if he had been chasing his own breath. He couldn't discern whether it was the guilt for keeping a secret or the burgeoning emotions he had for Y/N that caused this uncharacteristic nervousness.

He was about to unveil a side of himself he had kept hidden, just as he had kept that photo hidden.

With every click of the shutter, he tried to convey his admiration and remorse through the lens. The camera captured your essence, your strength, your vulnerability, and the depth of your eyes that had always drawn him in. It was a silent confession, a way of saying what he couldn't put into words.

"Thank you, Y/n. I should probably take you out for a treat tomorrow night, the newly opened cafe outside the university seems promising. Would you like to join me if you're free?" He offered humbly and his brown eyes were sparkling as he stared at you.

Daniel made you feel comfortable, at ease.

To be with him feels like the fresh morning breeze with the sun bathing your skin.

It feels refreshing, warm and cozy.

"Y/n?"

You were brought back to reality as Daniel snapped you out of your trance. Tomorrow is Friday and you are certainly free, there's nothing wrong with hanging out with your closest friend. Mick said he's busy the whole weekend with his studies and you totally understand.

You really do.

Without the knowledge of Daniel's discovery.

"Yes? I'm sorry, I was phasing out a bit." You apologized causing for his features to shift to a concern.

"Are you okay, Y/n?" He asks and you nodded with a smile.

How he loved that smile.

So his features softened once again and smiles in return. "Good to know but are you free tomorrow? My treat." He repeated.

You didn't need to think twice though you would often refuse for him to treat you out.

A refresh wouldn't hurt, right?

As the photoshoot concluded, Daniel couldn't help but feel a weight lifted from his shoulders. He had kept one secret but revealed another through his photographs. The story of this tight-knit group of friends was taking unexpected turns, and the unspoken emotions hung in the air, waiting to be acknowledged.

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Friday night arrived.

And the anticipation weighed heavily on Daniel's mind as he sat at a corner table in the newly opened café near the university. The soft, warm glow of pendant lights illuminated the cozy space, casting a comforting ambiance around.

As he fidgeted with the handle of his coffee cup, he watched the entrance, waiting for the sight of you. The café buzzed with the murmur of conversations and the clinking of cups, but in that moment, the world seemed to narrow down to just him and the image that he took that made him toss and turn in the comfort of his bed every night.

Finally, you arrived, a smile on your face that could melt even the iciest of hearts. Your presence lit up the room, and Daniel's nerves seemed to fade, if only for a moment.

"Hey, Daniel," Y/N greeted, taking a seat across from him.

Over cups of steaming coffee and the occasional bite of a pastry, the conversation flowed naturally. It felt good to be with Daniel, to share stories and laughter in a setting that was both intimate and soothing.

But as the night wore on, you noticed a certain unease in Daniel's demeanor. His eyes, once warm and inviting, held a shadow of hesitation. You couldn't help but wonder what was bothering him.

His camera was drawn and he had shown you pictures he had taken days prior. You can't help but smile at every picture he had taken from landscapes to your portraits.

He, of course, made sure you will not delete the portraits he had taken of you. Chuckling in the process as you taunted him.

Then your smile dropped...

Mick was in the frame with a blonde girl, their face close to each other.

Smiles on their lips and eyes glinting as they stared at each other, lost in each other's presence.

Your heart sank as the weight of the picture of Mick and the girl settled in. It was as though the floor had dropped from beneath you. The truth Daniel had feared, the truth he had been trying to distance you from, had come crashing down.

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In the days that followed...

You distanced yourself from Mick, unable to shake the feelings of hurt and betrayal that swirled within. Mick noticed the change in your demeanor and couldn't understand the reason behind it. He turned to Daniel, seeking answers.

"Daniel? Honestly?" Irritation was heard from Mick's voice as the supposedly calm conversation turned heated. "You could've just confronted me about it!"

Daniel felt uneasy as Mick's anger and frustration were palpable. But he refused to back down.

"Talk to you about it so that you'll tell me to keep it a secret? Y/n has to know the truth and you can't be playing around people's feelings like that, Mick." Daniel firmly stood by his principle. He knew how laced you were around Mick's finger.

He had seen it before Mick even confessed to you that he liked you. It was always a concern to Daniel.

And he wouldn't let you be hurt because you admired someone.

You deserved someone better.

"Seriously, Daniel? What the fuck are you even talking about? You're not so slick about trying to steal my girl, no?" Mick seriously accused Daniel, his voice was laced with frustration and betrayal.

But Daniel, resolute and firm, refused to accept the blame. "No! I didn't steal anyone, Mick. I had to do it because it was the right thing to do. I care about Y/N, and I couldn't bear to see her hurt."

Accusations and defenses clashed, further deepening the rift that had formed between two of the people closest to you and it hurt you deep inside.

You were supposed to return Daniel's portfolio that you had borrowed. Yet here you are listening to them argue because of you.

You began stepping away, further and further.

Your feet decided to take you away from that place, your heart hammering inside of your chest as you choked from your breaths. Tears welled up in your eyes as you fled to your dorm room, almost collided with someone along the way, the weight of their words heavy on your heart.

You didn't know who to believe this time.

Daniel was probably in the wrong timing?

Mick probably have his reasons too.

But all of these were too overwhelming you didn't know if you should follow your head or your heart.

You had to risk one to choose one.

And it crushed you.

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Author's Note: as a daniel and mick fan, i cannot decide which one y/n will end up with. let me know your thoughts! 𔘓ฅ[⁠ᓀ⁠˵⁠▾⁠˵⁠ᓂ⁠]𔘓ฅ

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tupperwaretub · 1 year

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Blood-Ridden (part 1)

Pairing: Joel Miller x (firefly) male! Reader

A/n: hellooo! Just a note to say that this is a TLOU fanfic idea I've had for a WHILE now and i really wanted to turn it into a series of sorts. Of course that depends on how this first one does lol. I put the pairing as Joel Miller x male reader as that's the plan for the series but this first part is specifically about the (firefly) part. Anyways i hope you enjoy 🤭

Summary: You lost your friend to Fedra at the beginning of the apocalypse and you're given the chance to get some sort of revenge.

Warnings: death, pretty graphic, reader developing trauma, read with care.

Part two: here

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It was just a normal day, you were in your shared dorm room with your friend Daniel. You and him had met two years ago on your first day at Uni, you've been attached by the hip ever since. Talking to him, being with him it was just... Easy. He made you feel at home no matter how far away you really were.

One am, one in the morning you were rudely awaken by a terrified Daniel shaking you. You jolted up in an instant, his shaking scaring you.

"y/n, Y/n we gotta go! Theres shit exploding outside and theres an emergency broadcast saying to stay inside, to lock all doors and windows!" He exclaimed in a panic.

"then we lock the doors and windows Daniel!" You argued.

"No! Y/n you don't understand people are going fucking crazy eating eachother we have to get as far away as possible!" He seems really shaken so you agree, you quickly grab your jacket and place it over your pajamas.

The moment you stepped outside all your saw was carnage, people attacking people, people setting off explosions, cars crashing. You drag Daniel to your car and frantically started fumbling with the key to start the engine, once the car was started you were out of campus in seconds. You were bumping into people but they didn't seem like people anymore, they were pale and didn't seem really there, like something else was in control.

Outside of campus was equally as horrific but you were so focused on getting you and Daniel as far away as possible you took barely any notice, or maybe it was your adrenaline getting the better of you. Buildings were on fire and there were explosions going off nearby but all you could think about was getting you and Daniel to safety, where ever that is right now... Suddenly you notice a car barreling towards you at full speed causing you to quickly swerve away crashing into a building in the process.

"Shit! Daniel are you okay?" You ask quickly turning to him making sure he wasn't injured.

"my arm! I-i think its broken!" He gasped out.

"Alright, alright. Hand me your gun. I'll keep you safe and we'll go on foot." You say turning to look at the destroyed front of your car which was now smoking.

Daniel handed you his gun, you'd never fired a gun before and you knew how stupid it was to protect Daniel with no past experience with guns but it was also better than nothing. You jumped out of your door and ran around to help Daniel out of the passenger side. You both quickly started running in the direction of a big field you knew of that lead to the highway, you could possibly leave the state if you continued that way for long enough, you knew it was a bad idea to walk that far with Daniel and his broken arm but what other choice was there really?

You were both running and running and running, you were so focused on getting out of there that when Daniel was tackled to the ground by one of those not so human humans it took you a while to process what was happening. When it finally clicked in your head you quickly reached for Daniels gun from your pocket and pulled the trigger. Not expecting the recoil you stumbled backwards and fell over but took no time at all to crawl onto your knees and over to Daniel.

"I'm fine! I'm okay" he says crawling to his feet, but you saw it, the bite mark on his arm.

"Dan.. it bit you." You say slowly.

"oh shit, it did. It's okay im fine." He gives you an innocent smile.

Suddenly a blinding light pointed your way, it was a soldier coming your way.

"hello! Hey! Over here! Please, we need your help my friend hes broken his arm and one of those crazy people bit him, he needs medical attention!" You shout towards the soldier.

"hands up! Put your hands up!" The soldier exclaims, you both comply but Daniel is unable to reach both arms up.

"your friend, this guy here? He was bitten?" The soldier finally asks, lowering his voice but keeping his gun raised in your direction.

"yeah, that thing bit me." Daniel replies.

The soldier goes quiet, reaching towards his walkie and mumbling a few things, then finally saying "yes sir." He raises his gun once more now pointing it towards Daniel, you couldn't figure out what he was going to do, it all happened so fast. It was so loud you jumped to the ground unsure of where he shot, you quickly opened your eyes and crawled over to Daniel. There was a bullet wound piercing right through his neck. There was blood everywhere, not knowing what else to do you tried to apply pressure with your hands. In the end it was all futile, Daniel stopped choking up blood, he stopped writhing in pain and the life drained from his poor eyes.

You felt tears begin to build up and you collapsed into your late friends chest, sobbing. You were grabbed from behind and dragged to a police van, you weren't alone in the van there were several mourning individuals in there.

The van began to drive.

And that's how you ended up here, knee deep in shit because you didn't want to haul bodies into a fire. Getting out of that literal shit hole felt like a payment of its own, but you still went directly to the line of people waiting to be paid for their days work. You collected your pay and applied to do it all over again tomorrow, then began the walk to your run down, sad little apartment in the centre of 'Boston QZ' QZ stood for quarantine zone, noone was allowed out unless they were FEDRA (Americas newest beloved fascist government, the ones who killed Daniel) and everyone coming in was to be tested and checked for infection.

You were miles deep in your own thoughts when suddenly there was a tap on your shoulder making you jump and giving you goose bumps.

"hey there." You turned around to match a face to a voice, it was a slightly taller man with dark hair and rough stubble. You couldn't blame the man for looking rough, everyone did.

"names Tommy, you?" He asked breaking you out of thought once more.

"y/n, my names y/n." You replied, feeling cautious but also feeling as if you could trust this Tommy guy.

He shook your hand making you feel slightly normal for just a second.

"you look like you haven't eaten in months." He exaggerated.

"jeez thanks, first impressions obviously aren't important to you" you reply feeling offended at his comment.

"yeah sorry. Look, come with me I'll give you a good meal, i promise." You dont trust him much, he could just murder you for all you know, but what the hell why not, it's not like you've got any reason to be moping about the planet, best case scenario you get fed.

"yeah what the hell why not." He smiled and gestures you to follow him. He takes you to what you believe to be an abandoned old hotel, inside were a good bunch of people talking in groups. Few turned to look but looked away again when they saw Tommy, these guys must be his friends.

"Tommy? Who the hell is this? I thought i told you not to bring strangers here, Fedra is gonna catch on soon if you keep doing this!" A woman angrily explains to tommy.

"Marlene, last time i brought my brother Joel here, now I'm bringing my friend y/n. I know we can trust both of them." He reassures Marlene, flashing you a smile.

"well is y/n being recruited or is he just here to sight see like your brother?" Marlene snapped, she seemed gobby to you.

Tommy turned to you.

"sudden I know, but, for a bit of fun you wanna try out for the fireflies?" He asks.

You'd not heard much about the fireflies other than FEDRA calling them 'want to be terrorists' and 'not to worry about them as they wont amount to much'. Anti fedra sounded right up your street.

"you're that anti fedra terrorist group?" You ask to confirm what you already knew.

"terrorists is a stretch and yeah." Tommy replied.

"i wanna try out." You say without a second of consideration.

"that was quick, you sure about that?" Marlene asked.

"anti fedra is who I am, not unlike most people they took almost everything from me..." You paused to swallow down your need to cry. "But unlike most i want to do something about it." You finished.

"well, Tommy seems to trust you so he can deal with you. He gets murdered its his own fault then." Marlene grumbled walking away, obviously wasnt a fan of new people but then again who is in this newfound world where everyone is stabbing each others backs to survive.

"alright y/n, this way. You ever shot a gun?" He said sparking small talk as you walked up a set of stairs.

"once..." You replied somberly, some flashbacks of the loud bang, the stumbling to the ground and the infected biting Daniel.

"well, I'll show you how to properly shoot one before i give you your own. Marlene is gonna take a while to trust you so I'd say take the time when you're still unarmed to get on her good side." He paused opening the door to a storage room and letting you walk in. "But for now I'll teach you a couple basics." He hands you a gun with a longer attachment on the end which you identified as a silencer based on the action movies you'd watched before the infection.

You stared at the gun in your hand, you'd never killed an actual person, just that one infected. But you had this incurable urge to kill, each and every last FEDRA soldier and anyone who tries to get in your way...

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A/n: that was longer than I expected it to be and sorry for any mistakes or crappy grammar i wrote this while exhausted,but i hope you enjoyed nonetheless 🤭

#joel miller x male reader #joel miller #the last of us #tlou fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x male reader

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courtingchaos · 1 year

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Sleepovers In the Forest

Prompt: 'Sure, we can make it the normal way, but isn't it always more fun to play pretend?'

A/N: So I asked for some prompts so I could write snippets, @carolmunson came thru for me, and then I ended up with...4.9K words of the saddest shit I've ever written. I broke my own heart and it didn't even go how I thought it was gonna go. The prompt is in there, I promise, there's just a lot of other words around it.

Warnings: Shitty parent, Parent Death (it's not descriptive, but it's there), language, there's nothing NSFW here but this blog is NSFW and 18+ so heed that please

Wayne was more than happy to help Evelyn, had been since his brother had decided to be himself and weave in and out of her’s and Eddie’s lives. Thankfully his nephew had taken a liking to his trailer, liked the idea of staying over more and more without his mom.

“I never get to go to sleepovers!”

So, Wayne had taken the time to rearrange the living room so he could prop up a sheet between the recliner and sofa and surprise Eddie with a makeshift tent, TV pointed directly at it so he could watch his Dark Shadows reruns.

“Do you like Dark Shadows Uncle Wayne?”

“‘Course I do, who doesn’t?”

“Dad…but Barnabas is so cool he can mind control people and he has like three girlfriends and-“

“Eddie baby, I think Wayne knows. Why don’t you go get set up, it’s almost 8!” Evelyn shoos her kid over to the pile of blankets on the floor and he dives in head first, clicking the knob on the TV through the channels till he finds ABC.

“Isn’t he a little young for all that?” Wayne halfheartedly waves at the screen but Evelyn just shrugs.

“I’d rather him be distracted and happy instead of asking me where Danny is for the hundredth time.”

Wayne nods and glances over at Eddie, face entirely too close to the screen. His little fingers are wrapped in one of the thin blankets, twisting it over his knuckles again and again.

“He came home last Saturday, no idea what day it was. Showed up and Eddie thought he was there to see him, instead I get to bring my son inside to get him to stop crying.”

“Oh Christ, what’d Danny do?”

“He started in on me about his hair Wayne. Said he looked like a queer because it’s too long and the curls, like he can-“

Wayne puts a hand up, notices when Eddie turns his head back a bit to listen to them. He nods over his shoulder to the kitchen.

“You wanna help me with dinner?”

Evelyn makes Eddie his grilled cheese first so she can escape back into the kitchen to help cook and have a beer with the only other decent Munson in the whole damn family. She sags against the fridge while Wayne preheats the oven.

“Is it okay if he stays for the weekend?”

“Of course. I’m working tomorrow but Rachel next door can watch him, she’s a good kid. Everything okay?” He knows Evelyn’s been working a lot and since Daniel went off they’ve had a hard time keeping up with rent. “You know, you two can both stay here. I know it isn’t big but it’s something.”

There’s been a lot of times that Wayne wishes his brother had never set eyes on her. That he’d kept his head down and his nose clean and his god damn hands to himself. Moments like these he feels it doubly so.

“I appreciate it, but I just need a weekend to get our stuff moved out and we can move in with my sister. He can stay in the same school and we’ll be 30 minutes closer so he can come visit his favorite Uncle more often.” She raises her eyebrows at him and pushes off the fridge to busy herself with cleaning up. By the time dinner is done she’s cleaned the whole kitchen, dishes drying on the rack next to the sink.

It’s 9 and Eddie is nodding off in front of the TV but trying valiantly to keep awake. He’s giving them a rundown of the episode he watched, something about Barnabas and Dr. Hoffman but he keeps slipping until his head finally hits a pillow. He’s still got a hand tightly wound in the blanket, the other clutching a raccoon plush to his face.

“Thank you again.” Evelyn says over dinner, sad grin disappearing behind her beer.

“S’no problem. He’s a good kid, tells a hell of a joke.” That makes her laugh and Wayne can feel the urge to knock his brother out cold growing by the moment.

They go outside to smoke after she gets Eddie situated on the couch, his small voice quiet but Wayne still hears him ask about his dad. She just shushes him, tells him to go to sleep and gives him a kiss. Out on the patio Evelyn slouches way down in the plastic seat, long legs stretched out in front of her where she kicks off her shoes and sighs.

“You know, sometimes I wish I could have just run into you instead.” The park is quiet for a Friday night, the warm July air a little less oppressive after sunset. Wayne watches her staring off into the middle distance. “Why couldn’t I have just run into you.”

“Well, I was busy getting blown up in a jungle so that puts a bit of a roadblock out.” She lets out a despairing kind of laugh, gives him a sidelong look that Wayne mirrors. It makes them both chuckle.

“Eddie really likes it here. That’s…that’s actually what set Daniel off. He asked what he’d been up to and Ed said he’d had a ‘sleepover in the forest’ and then the argument started.” She sighs again and tilts her head, holding it in her open palm. “He’s such an asshole. I can put up with it but he always starts in with Eddie and I just can’t fucking take it. He’s 6, what the fuck has he done?”

Wayne stays quiet and lets Evelyn rant. It rolls off of her like waves and her shoulders get less and less tense as the minutes go on. It’s the same shit as always, Daniel leaving for weeks on end and rolling back home like nothing happened. “I know he’s cheating on me but I don’t even care anymore. Maybe they can argue with him for a change.”

They sit outside and talk until Wayne checks his watch and sees it’s almost midnight. “You can stay over if you want, it really isn’t any trouble.”

“No”, she grunts and sighs and stands up, making her sound older than her 26 years, “it’s only an hour back to my sister’s place. I’ll be good.” She offers Wayne a hand to help him stand and pulls him into a hug, mumbling more thanks against his shoulder.

“It really isn’t a problem, I like having y’all around.”

She leans into the trailer once more to look at Eddie sprawled out on the couch, all light snores and arms thrown up around his head. She just shakes her head and grabs her purse, says goodnight to Wayne and groggily walks to her car.

That weekend had turned into a week with a single visit from Evelyn in the middle to drop off clothes for Eddie. She’d called Sunday morning, voice thin and quiet and had asked Wayne if she could trouble him further and he’d shut it down, told her it was no problem.

It wasn’t a problem. Eddie wasn’t a problem in the least bit. Maybe ran his mouth a mile a minute but it was easy enough to sit and listen (or half listen). If he wasn’t talking about the shows he watched he was talking about the book he was trying to read or the walk he’d gone on with Rachel. If it wasn’t Rachel watching him it was her mom Birdie and she made these cookies that Eddie couldn’t stop talking about.

“But then Ms. Birdie said she didn’t wanna bother you anymore than you’re already bothered so she’d just send them over with me tomorrow. They’re so good, there’s so many chocolate chips in them.” Eddie is clutching the countertop, chin barely able to reach it where he’s trying to rest it, big brown eyes following Wayne’s movements while he sets his stuff down after work.

“Are these the oatmeal ones?” Wayne asks and somehow Eddie’s eyes get even bigger when he nods his head hard. “Those are pretty good.” He can’t help but laugh when Eddie bounds off suddenly to his bag and digs through it for his notebook. It’s full of a thousand scribbles, crayon and pencils and whatever he can find that makes a mark on a page. There’s two pieces currently stuck to the fridge, one of the tent Wayne had made him surrounded by tall trees and grass and one of a dragon.

“It doesn’t have any feet though bud.”

“That’s because it’s a wyvern! They don’t have feet they’re like flying snakes, mama showed me them at the library there’s this book that has all these fantasy animals in it…”

“I drew this for Rachel but she has a date tonight so I can’t give it to her yet.” Eddie holds up a page with a blonde princess on it. “Pinks’ her favorite color even though I think that’s kind of stupid, but I made her dress pink you think she’ll like it?”

“You made it, she’ll love it bud.”

Eddie starts staying with Wayne. He seems unbothered, excited to hang around his Uncle and learn about whatever new thing he’s fixing for a neighbor. Every Sunday Evelyn visits, makes dinner for the three of them and then sits on the couch with Eddie afterwards. She tucks him in and leans close to read to him, a new stack of library books at her elbow every weekend. It’s during one of these visits that she sits Eddie down and tells him earnestly that she isn’t going away, isn’t leaving him. “I just need a little more time baby. If you can give me a little more time, I’m gonna get us the coziest little place okay?” Wayne stays in the kitchen and listens to the stories she tells Eddie, all the magical things he talks about when his mom isn’t there and Wayne is. He watches Eddie nod his head like an adult and not the 6 year old that lives with him, when he tells his mom it’s okay.

“Uncle Wayne can take care of me too.”

After she leaves for the week with a promise to visit next Sunday, Eddie leans in close like he has a big secret to share with Wayne. “I’d rather stay here anyways, I don’t want to live with Aunt Diane. She makes me eat peas.”

August is looming on the horizon when he breaches the subject with Evelyn about maybe enrolling Eddie into school in Hawkins. It’s during her normal visit, Eddie already tucked in on the couch, half watching his Dark Shadows rerun while Wayne tries to not overstep.

“I’m not trying to step on your toes Eve. But if it’d be easier for you, I wouldn’t mind.”

She’s been looking thinner, the weariness hanging off of her like an old coat. He knows she isn’t getting much sleep between two jobs and living with her sister and dealing with whatever other bullshit Danny has been pushing her way. “He can stay here and I’ll make sure he gets to school.”

“I know you would. Honestly that’s probably smarter than whatever this is.” She throws her hand up limply, just to drop her head into it and heave a big sigh. Wayne is stuck against his countertop, trying to decide if he should hug her or if she wants space when she pulls her head up, brown eyes ringed with dark circles.

“Danny got arrested.”

“Again?”

“Mhm.”

Wayne doesn’t have anything nice to say to this, his grip on the formica tight to keep his hands busy.

“What’d he do?”

“Stole a car, took it over state lines. Something about weed, I don’t know.” Her voice breaks and Wayne pulls her in. She buries her face in his shoulder to muffle her already quiet sobs. He means to let her stay like that all night if she needs it but barely five minutes goes by and she’s pulling away to clear her throat, wiping up any stray mascara around her eyes.

“It’s fine, I’m fine. I’m not answering his calls so it’s not my problem anymore.” She flashes him a big, shallow smile. “So yeah, we can get Eddie enrolled. I’ll bring his paperwork next week.” She’s digging around her purse for her camels. “I also wanted to ask you if you could help me with his…” she look over Wayne’s shoulder to make sure Eddie isn’t listening in. Spells out birthday and tells him about the cake she always makes him. “If I can’t do anything else, I’m gonna be here, I promise.”

August rolls by, slow and hot and humid and it feels like the Indian summer they were promised is coming to fruition. Evelyn shows up the day before Eddie’s birthday, hands weighed down with groceries.

“There’s my little Munster!” She cries when he rushes her at the door, bags pushed into his face while he tries to hug her legs. Wayne gets him untangled and pulls the bags out of her hands so she can pick him up.

“Now see I thought you were named after your grandfather.” Wayne jokes, putting away food while Evelyn spins Eddie around.

“Nope! I had a little werewolf boy just like Lily, didn’t I?” She’s in a better mood than Wayne has seen in weeks, cheeks red from the heat with a smile plastered on her face like her dark curls. She’s dipping Eddie down till he giggles, pulling him up quick to plant a big kiss on his forehead. “Show Wayne your howl!”

Eddie tilts his head back and goes off. Evelyn keeps dancing him around the small living room till her and him run out of breath, setting him down on the counter so he can watch her set up.

“You gonna help me make your cake?”

“It’s not my birthday yet!”

“No, but if we make it tonight you can have a piece first thing in the morning.” She whispers at him from behind her hand, acting like she’s keeping it a secret from Wayne. “Might even let the old man have a piece too.”

“Uncle Wayne loves chocolate!”

“I do.” He says in passing, getting out of her way to sit in his recliner. Evelyn claps her hands together. “Then it’s settled! While the good king of Forest Hills retires for the evening I, his humble servant and you, Prince Edward-“

“Eddie!”

“Hey dude, we’re holding court right now. You know the drill.” She says under her breath and Eddie lets out a quiet ‘oh’ and nods sagely. “Prince Edward and I, will make the tallest and most delicious chocolate cake this side of the Mississippi.”

She keeps up the act, twirling her fingers at her aluminum pans when she pours batter and acting like she’s casting spells at the oven to get it to preheat. Eddie is all giggles, fingers already in the can of chocolate frosting, one that she specifically bought for him to do exactly that with.

“You’re not actually using magic, I watched Uncle Wayne fix it last week. It’s electric.” Eddie is so sure of himself, a little satisfied smirk on his face when he calls her out on her make believe.

“What, you aren’t having fun?”

“I’m not a baby anymore, I’m 7. You don’t gotta pretend.”

Wayne doesn’t need to turn around to know there’s a slump in Evelyn’s shoulders. He can already see the tick between her brows where she’s pulling them together. He turns though, just in time to see her brighten back up.

”Okay I mean sure, we can make it the normal way”, Evelyn leans across the counter to tap Eddie’s nose with her index finger, “but isn't it always more fun to play pretend?”

Wayne can see Eddie’s eyes light up with that tap. Watches his whole demeanor change when he holds his hand out for his mom to wipe it off so he can help her mix. He spends most of 30 minutes making up spells and sound effects from his perch on the counter. They finally get four square pans crammed into the tiny oven and Eddie stands guard, nose pressed against the glass to watch the cakes rise.

When they come out to cool he joins Wayne in his chair, gangly limbs splayed everywhere while they watch MASH. He gets involved, asking any question that comes to mind and forgets to go back out into the kitchen to help his mom. Evelyn moves quietly around, shaking the cakes out of their pans onto wax paper so she can frost each layer. She gets them all stacked before Eddie remembers what he was doing an hour ago.

He pads into the kitchen when Wayne gets up to go take a shower. Creeps around the corner of the cabinets to peer up at her. “Can I help?”

“Ah see, the Prince and the King have so graciously left me to my own devices.” She’s hushed in the quiet evening of the trailer, tv murmuring in the background. The last purples of the sunset fading in the small window of the kitchen. “Because the little wolf got distracted, I was able to complete this!” She waves her hands beside her, pulling his attention up to the counter and up to the biggest cake he’s ever seen in all his seven years.

“Issobig.” He’s in awe, hooking his chin on the counter to stare at all the frosting. His big eyes gloss over and Evelyn hides her laughter behind her hand. Holds it there when she starts to feel the familiar heat building behind her eyes.

When Wayne comes back out he stops short in the hallway to watch her slow dancing Eddie around the kitchen. He’s nodding off on her shoulder, legs limp in her arms while she hums lightly against his hair. His little fingers are clutched around her curls and her collar, hanging on while he sags more and more. Wayne waits until she makes a full turn and spots him. Gives her a warm smile and gestures quietly for her to hand Eddie over.

“I’ll put him down, why don’t you go take a shower?”

She shakes her head at him. “I’ll do it in the morning. Thank you though.” He gives them both a hug before going to bed, leaving Evelyn to sway with Eddie.

His birthday is quiet only for lack of other kids. Eddie wakes up before everyone else like it’s Christmas morning. Wayne can hear Evelyn moving around the trailer when Eddie kicks his door open and jumps on his bed.

“There’s cake for breakfast Uncle Wayne!” There’s also coffee and the promise of real food when he smells bacon. Eddie runs back down the hallway and Wayne wishes he could finally convince Eve to move in.

Rachel and Birdie stop over and gift Eddie three new books, and when Evelyn and Wayne take him to the park later he talks their ears off about them. When Eddie is climbing over and through the jungle gym Wayne tries to offer again. Offers his room for her and Eddie, tries to sell Hawkins to her like it’s the crown jewel of Indiana. Tells her he can get her a job at the plant or maybe she could work at the general store downtown. She lets him talk while her cigarette burns down, a knowing smile on her face. He talks and talks until he just trails off, sighing and finishing off his own cigarette.

“Wayne, I’m not putting you out of a bedroom.”

“You’re not. Livin’ room s’fine too.”

“That’s not the point.” They back and forth until Eddie comes over windswept and panting in the midday sun to ask if they can stop and get a popsicle from the gas station.

Later, dinner is made and Eddie has more cake and he gets to open his present from his mom. A big box of markers and colored pencils and a stack of drawing paper. Wayne pulls out a little box and holds it out of his reach for a moment. “Gotta promise me you aren’t gonna show your dad this, ok?” Eddie nods and holds out his hand. It’s not an exact replica but it’s close, the ring too big for Eddie’s hand where it spins around his index finger.

“If I get a cane I can be Barnabas for Halloween mama!” Eddie spends the rest of the night pretending to mind control them, especially when Evelyn tries to put him down for bed. Small hand contorted in front of his concentrated face, tongue poking out while he stares her down. He drops the act when she leans down to push his hair back to drop a kiss on his forehead and he’s all smiles. “Thank you mama.”

“Happy Birthday baby.”

Evelyn visits every Sunday and any other day she can manage. She calls Eddie every night she isn’t there and always asks to speak to Wayne. She has a ‘thank you’ and a ‘sorry’ and Wayne always has a big sigh for her. A ‘no problem’ and a ‘don’t worry about it, please’. She shows up that first day of school in September and holds Eddie’s hand all the way into class and slips out when he starts talking to his classmate about their backpack. She’s there when Wayne lets her know Eddie’s been asking about her and she’s there when she can’t stop feeling like a terrible mother for leaving her kid with someone who isn’t her.

She gets him a cane and a cape for Halloween and he goes as Barnabas and her as Dr. Hoffman and they both fall asleep in the living room after blowing through half his candy bag. Wayne takes Eve’s shoes off before throwing a blanket over to two of them while Charlie Brown plays in the background.

Christmas is festive and bright and Danny calls from the county prison and somehow there’s no screaming match. He talks to Eddie who looks apprehensive, unsure of what to say to his 6 month absent father. Evelyn is quiet and leans away from everyone, ends her conversation with a soft smile and asks if he wants to speak to Wayne. When she passes him the phone he just hangs it up. “Same shit as always.”

Evelyn insists on making dinner all by herself, whistles around the kitchen while she layers every flat surface with plates and pans. If Wayne even thinks about stepping foot on the linoleum to help she has a spatula in his face, mashed potatoes stuck to it while she gestures at him. “If you don’t get off my back Munson, Scrooge won’t be the only one visited by ghost tonight.”

The night ends late with Eddie falling asleep in a pile with his toys, plate of pie left forgotten on the side table. The glow of the tiny tree filters through the windows and out onto the front porch where Evelyn and Wayne sit. The single strand of lights tacked along the over hang glint off the glass of her beer and it’s cold out, a thin layer of snow stuck to the ground. It’s humid enough the smoke from their cigarettes hangs between them, creates a hazy little glowing world and Wayne feels content for the first time in a while. They talk, just the two of them, for a few hours. Burn through most of a pack and two more beers before she stands up and stretches. Her hand is warm on Wayne’s when she grabs the back of it and squeezes.

“You’re a good man Wayne.”

“Ah well, I won’t argue with you.” He smirks at her around the filter in the corner of his mouth and she keeps a hold on his hand when she bends down to kiss him on the cheek.

“Merry Christmas Wayne.”

It’s late January when Wayne gets a call at work. He’s in the middle of pulling apart a pallet when the girl from the front office walks up to him meekly. She won’t look him in the eye when she says his name, says she sorry, so so sorry. He won’t jump to any conclusions but he asks if it’s Eddie first, asks if Rachel is calling for him.

“No sir.” It’s a minor relief but barely. He follows her up to the office and to the phone laying innocently on her desk. The voice on the other end is soft. Trying to ease the blow.

“Blind corner.” “Driver ran a stop sign.” “Brakes locked up on the ice.” “Wasn’t her fault.”

Wayne’s just quiet. Nods his head like the woman on the phone in this distant ER can see him. There’s a too long silence that he finally breaks with a deep breath. “Can-when can I-god damnit-can we see her?”

“We still need someone to claim the body.”

“That’ll be-“ he cuts himself off. Buries his face into his palm, squeezing tight around his temples. “I can do that, yeah.”

Wayne goes home, of course. He leaves the plant in silence and drives home in silence and sits in the trailer in silence. Eddie is just next door with Rachel but he must be napping, hasn’t rushed back home to burst through the front door and jump in Wayne’s lap. He thinks about that, that he can’t bring himself to get up and go next door and ruin his nephews life. Instead he calls over there and thankfully Birdie picks up.

“Oh Wayne, I saw you pull in. You’re home awful early-“

“Listen Birdie, I need you to hang onto Eddie for me tonight.” He tells her what happened. Tells her where he’s going. Tells her to keep it to herself. Tells her he’ll be back by 9 so Eddie can watch his reruns. “Just uh, just tell him I had to work a double, okay?”

He drives in silence again. 45 minutes both ways. The ER is so busy but the room they bring him into is all silence. The attendant hands over a clear bag full of Evelyn’s purse and some things she had in her pockets, a silent nod when Wayne asks for a minute.

Eve is silent in this great cataclysmic way, and so he stays silent out of respect. He holds her hand even though it’s cold and bruised. He tells her in the great big silence around them not to worry, he’s got Eddie and he’ll keep Eddie and Eddie isn’t going anywhere he doesn’t want to go. In his mind she’s giving him one of her little smiles that she’d get when she would finally accept his help. A little ‘thank you’ whispered into the cavernous space of the morgue. Wayne could cry in here if he wanted to. He’s capable of it. Cried when he got airlifted out of a strange jungle and cried when he saw his mother when he got shipped home and cried when he first held Eddie, but it’s stuck in his throat now. Painful lump pressing and pressing but nothing will break.

Wayne holds Eve’s hand until the attendant comes back in to ask, very politely, for his signature on the release forms. He leaves with the clear bag clutched in his hand and doesn’t look back.

Eddie rages and rages and rages until he doesn’t, just falls silent until the funeral. Eve’s sister is silent and Danny is silent and the whole congregation is silent and Wayne is starting to crack a little around the edges. He watches Eddie try to cling to his fathers pant leg, looking for some kind reassurance. Danny hugs him, picks him up and let’s him bury his face in his neck but as soon as the cries get too loud he’s firm again. Gives Eddie their daddy’s speech about not crying. “You can be sad Edward, but we don’t cry about it. Men don’t cry about it.” His hand is giant on Eddie’s shoulder where he claps it down. He gives his son a shake and a sharp ‘hey!’ to get him to look up, hands him his handkerchief and suddenly Eddie is burrowing his wet face into Wayne’s thigh. Silent again.

The trailer is silent and the first thing Wayne sees is Evelyn’s purse hanging off of the kitchen chair. He beelines for the fridge so he can grab a beer or literally anything to keep his hands from shaking. Everyone and everything has been so god damn silent and-

“Uncle Wayne?” Eddie’s voice creaks behind him from a weeks worth of disuse. “Are you okay?” Quiet and timid but not silent.

“Uh, well kiddo…” That painful lump he’s been carrying around for a week finally breaks. It breaks like a storm cloud and try as he might to hide it from Eddie, he can see it. Suddenly there’s a warm little hand in his shaking one.

“I miss mama too.”

Wayne doesn’t break down like he thought he would. There’s no raised voices or wailing just a few hours of steady tears and Eddie’s gangly arms wrapped around his middle. The TV is on like always, murmuring in the background. The little tabletop tree is still up from Christmas. Eddie’s toys are still in the living room, stacked in a corner. The last pile of books Evelyn had dropped off on the corner of the side table. Eddie falls asleep against Wayne’s side, quiet and tear stained but not silent. Alive and breathing and crying and loud and funny and Wayne makes another promise to the silence, to Eddie and Eve to keep him loud and funny and Alive.

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