#also it took me like. 3 tries to get daniel right

[mangosaurus]

BUT WHO HAD THE HAIR DYE STOCKED AT THEIR PENTHOUSE, DANIEL???

[pia-nor481]

okay so this is personally what i think some of the driver's kinks are:

Max Verstappen: a huge praise kink

Lewis Hamilton: sir kink

Lando norris and Charles Leclerc : mommy kink ig🤭

Carlos Sainz: a huge ego and a huge daddy kink

Daniel Ricciardo: somnopholia or like fuckin someone in their sleep

Alex Albon and Logan Sargeant: gotta be overstimulation (both giving and receiving end)

and that's all I could think of as of right now you can mix them up a little and feel free to use them ideas

love you<33

MV: he loves receiving praise so much. He wants to hear how well he makes her feel, how well he’s doing. It can be as simple as “So good Max.” Or something extremely specific that he does. He also enjoys giving praise, especially when it’s trying something new. “Such a good girl, so perfect for me.” Or “look at you, taking me so well.”

LH: perhaps this has stemmed from the knighthood. “So, Sir Lewis Hamilton.” He didn’t expect her voice to affect him so much. Slowly it developed into a reoccurring title in the bedroom. “Yes Sir, I’ll be good I promise. I’ll do everything you say.” It really gets him off now. So anytime someone reminded him of that title he smiles to himself, thinking about her.

CL: he lets it slip one night. Maybe after a long few race weekends he just wants to relax, let her take control. “That’s it Charles, lie back, let me take care of you.” He lets out a quiet sigh and closes his eyes enjoying the feeling of her on top, and around him. “Please mommy, faster.” Even he was shocked that he said it, eyes shot open, expecting her to be angry. Charles wanted to tell her at some point, he was just unsure of when. She began rocking her hips faster. “That’s it Charles, be good for Mommy.”

LN: now, one evening Lando put all his cards on the table and decided to tell her everything he was into, and I mean everything. It was overwhelming to start, but she knew his intentions, he didn’t want to get too attached then reveal something that could have been a dealbreaker. He didn’t want his heart broken. One thing with Lando, is that he likes to be on top. “Yes Mommy, you feel so good…Please can I cum please.” Sometimes he will just walk up behind her, arms tight around her waist as he buries his face into her neck. “Mommy, I need you.”

CS: Now let me tell you, this man likes to DOMINATE. He actually refers to himself as daddy quite often, even outside of the bedroom. “You can cum one more time…that’s it come for daddy.” He’s always so casual about it as well.

DR: he’s the first one to ask, he was talking about really wanting to be woken up by getting head. He wasn’t expecting it to feel so good, the only thing he could think about or feel is pleasure, and it was one of the best ways to wake up. After he’s cum down her throat, he couldn’t help but express his enjoyment, and it made her slightly jealous. So he offered, one day as he wanted to keep it a surprise, that she’d experience the same pleasure. And oh was he right

Williams: so they both want to cum dry, usually about 4 or 5 orgasms and the excitement of it just pushes him closer to the edge each time. So after 2/3 it becomes hard to think, almost in a haze. Cock become so sensitive he’d have to push you’re hand or mouth away as it’s all too much. On the other hand, he’d just love to see her squirming with how much pleasure he’d given her. Begging him to stop because he’s just too good.

Hey love, sorry this took so long. Anytime I tried to write the universe said “no ideas for you.”

I hope you’re doing well and thank you for sending in ideas xx

[saltnsugarbear]

an inch away from more than just friends (18+)

summary: based on the word prompt "I wanted you to be my first" with Carmy!

title from: "Naked In Manhattan" by Chappell Roan

word count: 5.1k

content warnings: beginnings of smut!!! MDNI!! stripper reader (can still be read as gn!), kissing, swearing, teasing Carmy, innuendos left and right, unprotected sex, brief fingering

side note: if anyone wants to yap about Carmy and stripper reader in my inbox after this, please do!!! they're rotting my brain. i love this dynamic <3 I'm actually so excited to post this raahh!!!

Living in New York was expensive.

This is no secret. But the results meant you worked two jobs. One as a bar tender and one as.... An exotic dancer. To put it kindly.

Two night jobs gave you mostly nocturnal habits, but the tips were good. Most of them were in ones and you couldn't exactly pay for everything with a band of dollar bills.

Which is how you ran into Carmy. Outside of a bank. He was lost and you were in a rush to get to the bar.

"Shit- Watch where you're fuckin' goin'!" You hiss as you stumble back, adjusting your bag strap as you steady yourself.

Your first interaction resembled those videos of puppies and senior dogs. You berating him mildly, him knocking you down with a few sentences and you hesitating before going back to nipping his ankles. You're embarrassed now by the way you trailed after him on the sidewalk. You followed this man just because he ran into you on accident.

Carmy has never told you why he didn't yell at you on that day. Why he didn't tell you off for following him through two stoplights. Just like how you couldn't explain why you felt the need to berate this curly-haired stranger in the middle of New York. It also ended up being a pure matter of coincidence when one of your regulars took you to dinner. A dinner that resulted in a kitchen tour that led you back to the man who ran into you.

You stuck around enough to pry a phone number out of him. He was easy to crack, batting your lashes at him and quiet pleading.

He didn't anticipate quite how many notifications you'd wrack up on his phone. He felt obnoxious, being the person whose phone was always buzzing. You were like a labrador chasing at his heels for his attention. Carmy felt bad about when he tried ghosting you. Letting you lead a one-sided conversation for a day.

Just when he thought he'd gotten rid of his distraction, you showed up in the alleyway where he smoked after work. You were already out there when he got outside, leaning against the wall with a cigarette on your lips. That night you managed to convince him to give you a ride to the club after coming all the way out to Daniel to scold him for trying to ghost you.

The first time Carmy pulled up in front of the club, his face flushed bright pink. When you turned to thank him, you couldn't help but tease him over it.

"Aw, Carmen! You didn't tell me you've never been to a club before," You smile at him sweetly.

"Carmy," He says quickly, trying to clear his throat. "Just Carmy is fine."

His words make you hum, watching him as you rest your head against the headrest.

"Wanna come in? Can give you a free dance for the ride," You offer him, smile widening as you watch flush work over his ears and down his neck.

"I uh- I've got to um- I can't I gotta-" He stutters, trying to get out some excuse.

"Fuckin' with you, Carmen," You giggle as you open the passenger door. "You gotta pay for a dance just like everyone else."

You bid him thank you and goodnight after you climbed out of his car, blowing him a kiss through the window as you went inside. And thus started your friendship with Carmy. Although unconventional, you intrigued him. He had never hung out with someone so.... Brazen. Someone so sure about who they were and so different. Someone like you usually trailed after Mikey, fawning over him in hopes he might take you to dinner or to his bed. You were so different from Carmy that it just... Worked.

You brought a different sort of comfort in Carmy. Neither one of you had any expectations for this, and that was enough.

You took to inviting yourself to Carmy's apartment in the beginning before he started asking you over every night. You never expected him to make you dinner but after a few nights of your intrustion, he started asking about your favorite dishes. Started cooking for someone other than himself or a customer.

Which is how you ended up in his kitchen, telling him about your day before work. Complaining about your car that had been acting up and smoking out of the tire well.

"My car's in the shop.." You pout, leaning against the counter, twirling your pen between the surface and your fingers.

"Yeah?" Carmy asks, distantly. He's making you dinner before you have to leave for your shift.

"'S gonna be... Stupid expensive," You sigh, laying your arms on the counter and resting your chin on your forearm. "And Sierra has been askin' for lots of my shifts so I'm not gettin' as much as usual... Gonna be tight between that and rent... 'S my luck though.."

Carmy glances back when you sigh, heart twisting when he sees how your lip juts out with your cheek pressed against your arm.

Carmy tries not to let his thoughts run too wild. Godforbid he messes a good thing up. But it's really hard when you're looking up at him with wide eyes and mouth twisted in a pout. It's easy to let his mind wander to another scenario where you'd look at him like that. Hands resting on your thighs as you sit on your knees, eyes practically begging him to take off his jeans.

He's quick to turn back to the stove, distracting his mind from those thoughts by focusing on what he knew. Food. Not sex and definitely not how you'd look in bed.

Carmy distracts himself with plating dinner. He pulls out two of his pasta bowls and plates up the chicken alfredo you begged him to make for you tonight. Not that you really had to, he would make anything you asked him to. Carmy can hear your hum of excitement as you stand up straight. You've learned to watch Carmy work from the counter instead of trying to help. It just created a bigger headache for the both of you.

Once he's finished plating and puts the bowl in front of you, you give him a quick 'thank you' befire digging in. You carry most of the conversation, making sure to let Carmy know when you wanted his feedback (you learned early-on that Carmy was content to listen, even when you prompted him for a response. He needed to be invited to share his thoughts with you). To anyone else his responses would seem disinterested, but you knew him enough that anything more than a half stuttered few words was good for you.

Carmy does let you help clean up. Letting you pack up the extra food Carmy has started to include so you could take something to your dancer friends or to take home. Carmy focused on rinsing dishes off before putting them in the dishwasher.

You've both fallen into a routine. Once you're both done cleaning, Carmy goes to his room to collect his things for work. You collect your bag from the living room and slip on your shoes and coat.

When you're both ready, Carmy corals you out the door and letting you lead him to the parking garage across from his apartment building. Again the car is filled by your chatter and Carmy's limited input as he drives you to work.

There's a weird vibe when Carmy pulls up to the curb in front of the club. His fingers tap erratically on the wheel and he looks like he's deep in thought. You're about to climb out of the car when he speaks up.

"Y'know, I could um... I could foot the uh, the mechanic bill for ya?" Carmy suggests.

"What?" You ask, turning back towards him quickly.

"For your car... Could pay it off for ya.." He shrugs like it's not a big deal.

"Carm.." You sigh, preparing to turn down what's actually a great offer.

"'S not a big deal promise. You're tight on money and I don't want y'stressin' and risk missin' out on more.." He says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. It's a moments hesitation before you throw your arms around him, leaning over the center console to give him a hug.

"Thanks, Carm," You mutter in his jacket before pulling away. "Means a lot."

You turn back and open the door before turning back to him. Carmy makes a noise of surprise when you place a quick kiss to his cheek, admiring the light lipgloss stain on his cheek. You climb out before he can say anything, ducking down to peer at him from the sidewalk, "Thank you, Carmen!"

You wave him goodbye as he pulls away from the curb, face bright red and stomach full of butterflies.

He's so fucked.

You hope to God Carmy actually picks up his phone. He usually does but you can never be too sure on Carmy's time on his phone.

You're standing in the alley outside of the club, jacket wrapped around you but it's not enough to warm your legs.

"Hey," Carmy's voice is groggy, making your stomach twist with guilt.

"Shit, I'm sorry, Carm.." You sigh, ashing your cigarette.

"No, what's up?" Carmy cuts you off and you sigh again.

"I uh.... I need a ride.. Guy was bein' a major dick and I... I got mad at him and Angie's sendin' me home early.." You tell him. You hadn't bothered changing before you walked out of the club, only grabbing your jacket before you stormed off.

"Give me ten minutes." Carmy's words are final when he says them. He gives you a moment to object before hanging up.

You don't bother to go back inside to grab your things, running on the anger from your customer and manager. It's less than ten minutes before Carmy pulls up to the curb. You climb in the moment the car stops, missing the double take Carmy does when he sees how much of your legs are exposed. You're too busy taking one last hit from your cigarette before dropping it to the sidewalk. When you turn back into the car, Carmy has to tear his eyes away from your thighs, looking for an opening to pull away from the club. He lets you wallow in silence before it hits you.

"Oh, fuck me," You sigh, leaning against your hand on the door and rubbing at your brow.

"What?" Carmy glances at you briefly before flicking on his turn signal.

"Left my keys in my bag and fuckin'- Left my bag at work and I don't-" You sigh heavily, rubbing your hand over your eyes. "I don't have clothes at your place and I can't get home. I'm such a fuckin' mess tonight, I'm sorry.."

"'S okay," Carmy says, taking the gap in cars to pull into the parking lot.

"Carm-" You start.

"It's okay, really. Just give you some of my clothes and I'll uh- I'll sleep on the couch," He says, eyes scanning for a parking spot as if he didn't just invite you to spend the night.

"I'm not gonna make y'do that, Carmy," You tell him while he prepares to reverse into a spot.

"Not makin' me do anything," Carmy tells you once he's parked in the spot. "Now let's get upstairs cause it's fuckin' cold."

You hadn't noticed before but Carmy's only dressed in sweatpants and one of his stupid white t-shirts. You watch as he tucks his hands into his pockets, trying not to stare at the way how his ass looks and how his thighs fill them out.

"Fuckin' stupid f'not grabbing my pants.." You mutter grumpily, bringing the borrowed jacket tight around you. Carmy huffs a few steps in front of you, taking the opportunity to glance at your legs again. Both of you crowd together as you cross the street and enter the apartment building. The building is warmer, making you loosen your hold on the jacket. Being enclosed with Carmy in the elevator makes you open it even more, making Carmy avert his gaze.

You make it more difficult by tucking in close to him, slipping your phone between both of you to snap a quick picture. He still hasn't figured out he doesn't need to look at the screen. When he looks down at your phone, his eyes catch on the deep cut of your top. His breathe catches in his throat at all the skin there, taking in every inch of it.

Within a moment he tears his eyes away, glancing at the numbers as they ding by. Carmy doesn't pay much mind as you hum next to him, bumping him with your shoulder softly. He's gotten used to your casual affections.

Carmy let's you lead him to his apartment door, slipping past you to unlock the door. You still smell like the body spray you showed him. You kept boasting about how it was vanilla and shea and how much you liked it. One of the girls at work had told you about it, and Carmy mentally thanks her for it. Carmy let's you into his apartment, stepping off to the side to toe off his shoes. You sigh as you step in the space, beelining for the island. You drop your phone and cigarette pack before you start shrugging off your jacket. When Carmy looks up from his shoes he feels like he's fucking buffering.

There's so much skin on display and he has to blink hard to fight getting a hard-on. He's not sure what he was thinking, that you had put on a shirt before storming out of work? With the coat off, Carmy can see where your shorts hug your ass, a little bit slipping out of them. He traces up from there to where your top cuts across your skin, breaking up your lower and upper back. There's something else around your middle, a belt of bead strands that clack when you move around and flash refracted light around the room.

You hum as you step out of your shoes, tweaking a strand of hair as you set your jacket on the counter.

"I can sleep on the couch," You tell him, as you turn around to lean back against the counter. He still cringes as you push yourself onto the counter. Carmy's given up on asking you to not. Now he's kind of grateful for it.

"No, it's fine. You can jus' take my bed, not a big deal. Just for tonight, right?" Carmy has to turn away from you to put his locks in place but he can catch your hum as you kick your legs lightly.

"I guess," You sigh. Carmy shakes his head lightly as he walks past the kitchen to his room. You slip off the counter and follow him, beads clacking as you do.

You're not sure why you're surprised that Carmy's room is bland. The rest of his apartment was exactly decorated until you brought things into it. His bedroom was the one room you hadn't seen yet.

"Boring room, Carm.." You tell him, taking it in before your eyes go to where he's digging through his closet. He gives a short hum in acknowledgment but doesn't say anything. While you wait you cross to the bed, sitting at the foot for a moment before you decide to flop back against the mattress.

"What did-" Carmy starts before he turns around. He cuts himself off when he sees you splayed out on his bed, hands resting on your stomach as you trace patterns on the ceiling.

"What did what?" You ask, turning your head so you can see him. Carmy has to clear his throat, folding the sweater he has in half and then in half again.

"What did that uh- that guy from the club? What'd he do?" He asks, setting the sweater on the mattress before he goes to his dresser. He had to buy it when you told him he can't store his extra jeans in the oven. Mostly because he was using it more now that he had you.

You groan loudly, turning back to the ceiling. "Was jus' bein'a dick! Tried coppin' feels left and right, and when I finally told him to stop being a sleazy jackass he got mad and caused a ruckus about me being an ungrateful bitch and then Angie got involved and well.."

You trail off because after Angie had gotten involved you stormed off and called Carmen. You sigh heavily and Carmy turns to look at you before looking back at his dresser.

"I uh.." He clears his throat quietly. "I don't really have... Any shorts or anything, just like uh.. Sweats, jeans.."

"That's okay!" You chirp, pushing yourself up. You lean back against your hands, tilting your head as Carmy turns back to you. You don't miss the way he pushes his back against the furniture, like he's trying to melt into it.

"This'll do," You grab the sweater, running your thumbs over the fabric softly. Carmy nods and you give him a bright grin. "Be back in like... Two minutes!"

Carmy watches as you duck out of his room and make your way to the bathroom. He crosses to the foot of his bed and sits next to where you had been. He squeezes his eyes shut when he hears the door lock click. He tries filling his head with anything he can to keep his thoughts away from you splayed out on his sheets half-dressed.

It turns out that trying not to think about something only makes him think about it more.

Carmy does everything he can think of. Thinks of Chef Daniel, of the dish he was working on this morning. Of Sugar and how he should call her back. Hell, he even let's his mind wander to his mother. But somehow his mind always turns back to you laying back against his bed.

He opens his eyes quickly as he hears you open the bathroom door and the sound of your beads getting farther. He assumes your putting your things with you jacket in the kitchen. It's maybe a minute before you make it back to the doorway to the bedroom.

You look like a vision in his sweater. It's an old navy-colored pullover, 'Brooklyn' across your chest in fuzzy, white letters.

"Very tourist of you," You tell him, pulling at the hem to look at the words. You glance up just in time to find him rolling his eyes at your words, a soft flush dusting his cheeks.

His eyes follow you as you cross to the bed.

"Needed to get some kind of clothes.." He mutters as you climb onto the bed. He doesn't miss the way you huff, shuffling up to the pillows. When he glances back at you he gets an eye full of your baby pink underwear of your work clothes. His eyes widen before his eyes dart quickly up to your face. You're not paying attention, moving one of the pillows over to rest against the other.

"Carmy-" You start, and he feels like he's been caught red-fucking-handed but you didn't even catch him looking. You turn to sit, legs folded out in front of you. He hums for you to continue.

"Lay with me for a little?" You ask him, like you're asking him to hand you something. Like it's normal.

"What?" He chokes out. You huff, the air from it ruffling your hair.

"Lay with me? Stay a little bit before I go to bed?" You cock your head a little, looking at him with wide eyes.

"And do what?" He asks. He doesn't know why he's fucking asking but Jesus Christ you want him to lay in bed with you and his brain is kind of malfunctioning.

You shrug, "I don't know... Sit and talk?"

Carmy seems reluctant, like he doesn't want to be in the room any longer than he has to. Maybe you crossed a line.

"You don't have to," You start, back pedaling on your offer. "Just usually have some sort of like.... Background noise when I go to bed. But my phones gonna die, don't want to steal your charger from you too, tonight."

"Uh... Sure. Yeah, sure.." Carmy sounds hesitant but he gets up and makes his way to the other side of the bed, sitting back against the pillow you left.

You grin at him brightly, curling up against your pillows and tucking your legs under the blanket.

"Tell me about work," You tell him, eyes darting around his face. You always encourage him to tell you about what he does at Daniel, asking questions if you don't know or understand something.

He starts off with reminding you of the dish he did the previous day before coming back to what he did today. You nod along as he describes the menu and the specific dish he had today. You liked watching how animated he could get when talking about a dish.

You let him talk as you rest your head against your hand. You can't help but trace over his features, watching as he licks his lower lip quickly when he pauses. You don't mean to interrupt him.

"Can I kiss you, Carmen?" You ask him softly. Carmy stares at you wide-eyed, mouth open in mid-sentence. His ears are bright pink.

"What?" He blinks a few times.

"Can I give you a kiss?" You say again, like it's the most normal question you could ask him.

"I- Uh- Sure?" He sounds unsure and it makes you furrow your brow.

"Yes or no, Carm," You prompt him gently.

"Yes," He nods quickly, much more sure this time. You give him a quick smile before you're adjusting yourself. You're sitting on your knees now, shuffling forward until they're pressed against Carmy's thigh.

You don't miss how he fidgets and you grab his hand with your left one. "Just a kiss, Carmy."

That's the last thing you say before you bring your right hand to the side of his face and pull him into you. Your lips are soft, is what he first notices. So is your hand. The kiss is chaste and it feels like it's over too soon.

When you pull away, Carmy trails after you, lips ghosting yours as he tries to follow.

"Carm-"

"Please," He cuts you off before kissing you again. Carmy brings the hand from yours to your face, holding you close. You get experimental, turning your head to change the angle. Carmy follows your lead, bringing his hand from his lap to sneak under the hem of your sweater. He pulls at your hip until you get the hint.

Climbing onto his lap gives you the opportunity to deepen the kiss, pulling at his lower lip gently before you slip your tongue into his mouth. His whine is slightly muffled, letting you explore as you please. His grip on your hip tightens as you lower your weight fully on his lap. You don't miss the tent of his sweats pressing against your lower stomach.

You give an experimental roll of your hips, nudging your core just a little over his bulge. He inhales sharply before pulling away, grabbing for the hand that's holding his face.

"I don't um.. I've never..." Carmy trails off. He won't meet your eye, instead focusing on where his hand is holding your wrist.

"Oh! No, that's okay, baby," You coo softly to him, rocking your hips slowly. "Only ever been with like, two people so don't worry.. Pretty new t'this too."

Carmy groans as you continue to drag your core over the tent in his pants. He drops his head to your shoulder, turning his face so he can press soft kisses to your neck.

The kisses are featherlight as Carmy let's himself get lost in the movements of your hips. He groans quietly into your skin when you slowly pick up the pace.

"I uh-" Carmy starts against your skin. You're quick to slip your hand into his curls, guiding his head back so you can hear him clearly. His face is flushed pink as you look at him.

"I want you... I um- I want you to be... Be my first.." He says ths words softly, his eyes are tracing the skin of your neck, mind wandering to how it would look covered in kisses.

"Carm.." You coo softly, bringing your hand from his hair to guide his gaze to yours. "You sure?"

He nods quickly, eyes flicking between yours. "Please?"

Who are you to say no when he asks so prettily?

"Okay," You giggle softly, bringing him into another kiss. This time Carmy tries taking control, prodding gently until you open your mouth to him. He tries to remember how you kissed him, making you huff before you pull away.

"Don't think too hard.." You tell him, placing a gentle kiss to his chin. You nip softly at his jaw before coming back to kiss him. He lets you take back the lead, letting his hands come to rest against your thighs. You bring your hands to his and lead them under your sweater, resting just over your waistband.

Carmy takes the hint, tracing over the skin he glanced earlier. As if to give him some idea, you slip your hands under his own shirt. You let your fingers skim over his abs, following the light trail of hair up his chest. He inhales when you brush your thumbs over both his nipples, pressing his chest into your hands.

You smile against his mouth, pulling away so you can catch your breathe.

However Carmy takes that as the opportunity to kiss at your neck, ducking to nip at your neck. You whine quietly, slowing your hips down to a stop. Carmy groans when you lift your hips but once he realizes why he's less upset. You tug at his waistband, wiggling it as much as you can without his help.

Carmy helps, lifting his hips and hooking his thumbs in his waistband and shoving them to his thighs. You inhale softly when his cock springs free.

Carmy was humble. To say the least.

He didn't act like he had a big dick. He didn't try to boast about it if he ever got the chance. Blush works it's way down his neck at your noise. You're staring transfixed at his cock like you've never seen something like it.

When you look back up you drag Carmen into a sweet kiss. You kiss him slowly, cradling his face as you drag your clothed core over his exposed head. Carmy whimpers into your mouth, taking your lower lip between his.

He lets you go to catch his breath. He can't think of a time he's been more turned on in his life

"Y-You're panties are so- so wet.." Carmy says between pants. He says them like they're not the filthiest thing to leave his mouth.

"Uh-huh," You nod, placing kisses to his jaw.

"Can I please?" One of Carmy's hands has slipped to your waistband, slowly creeping towards your clit. You whine softly into his neck as he ghosts his fingers lower. You can't help but rock your hips into his hand, letting his fingers skim over your entrance.

"Yes, Carmy, yes." You trace a vein with your tongue. He hooks his fingers into your underwear, already prodding at your hole with two fingers.

"Oh my god," Carmy sighs, pressing his mouth against your hair. His breathing ruffles your hair and he has to shut his eyes at feeling of your slick. He dips his fingers into your entrance, making you bite softly at his neck. He pushes until his up to his knuckles. His fingers reach deeper than your own and the heel of his hand presses delightfully against your clit.

Carmy watches in awe as you pull back from his neck and ride his fingers. He gives a few experimental thrusts that make your jaw drop. After a few minutes of this, you bring Carmen into a quick kiss, tugging at his lower lip.

"Need more, Carm," You tell him, lifting your hips off his hand. Carmy mourns the loss as you reach for his dick. His mourning is short-lived when your fingers encircle him, groaning as you angle his head against your entrance. You sink down slowly, and Carmy feels like he could come with just his tip inside you. He won't, but Jesus fucking Christ.

"So fuckin' warm.." Carmy sighs. He holds your hips tightly, keeping you in place. You put your hands on top of his, squeezing them tightly as you sink lower. His jaw drops open at the feeling of your walls around him. You clench around him gently, pulling him into a messy kiss. He pulls back to breathe when you thighs sit flush to his. Having you seated on his cock alone almost makes him come but he has to tense his stomach to prevent it.

Carmy's head falls back against the wall, chest rising and falling heavily as you sit flush in his lap. You can't help but bring your hands to his face, holding him gently as you take in the sight.

"You're so pretty, Carm.." You tell him softly, soothing a thumb over his cheekbone. You're too distracted to notice the twitch against your walls.

"Don't- Fuck- Don't say that..." Carmy mutters, leaning into your touch.

"Say what?" You're confused, tilting your head to one side with a furrowed brow.

"Call me pretty... Make me fuckin'- fuckin' bust b'fore I can move.." He grunts softly as he adjusts his hips. You squeak when his movements justle you, pressing deeper against you.

"Fuck-" You sigh, ducking your head to the side. You can't help the way your eyes flutter shut, soothing your thumb over his skin to keep you grounded. Once Carmy settles back down you pull him into a slow kiss, taking his lower lip between your teeth to tug at gently.

You roll your hips into his, relishing the way he groans into your mouth. The noise trails into a whimper as you clamp your walls around him, making his hands hold on tight to your thighs. The sound makes your head spin, pulling away to catch your breath and hold Carmy's face back as he tries to chase your lips.

You smooth your thumbs over the curls above his ears, while you collect yourself. Carmy ruts his hips up into you, making you squeal softly at the motion.

"Relax, relax," You pull away to catch his eyes. His pupils are blown wide when he gazes at you, blinking softly. You can't help but smile at him.

"Let me make you feel good.."

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Hold me down- P.J

There's no synopsis cause I wrote this in 2 hours and didn't have creativity for anything else after finishing it. Enjoy!

As usual, it was inspired by hold me down by Daniel Caesar (and a dream of mine hehe).

Disclaimer: contains smut!!

Jay was her best friend for the past 3 years. He didn’t expect that friendship to last that much, he also didn’t expect he would be able to keep his feelings for her for that long. But there he was, sitting next to her almost dead body at the backseat of an uber, heading to her place, after 2 fucking hours of watching her dance and flirt with other guys. And girls. Apparently everyone was attractive in her perspective, except for him. And having her head on his shoulder, with her smell getting impregnated on his clothes, just made everything even harder to bear with. 

“Baby, it’s 3 a.m.

Had you on my mind

And it’s not the first time we’ve gone through this

Wanting you more and more

I can’t help but think of what we could be”.

The music playing on the radio also made things even harder for Jay. He had his arm around her shoulders, like a caring boyfriend would do, even though he knew she saw him as nothing more than just friends. Still, it was almost impossible to not wonder how things could be if he opened his heart to her, if she said yes to him. He sighed, quietly, trying to not let his feelings get the best of him.

 When the uber stopped in front of her building, Jay gently shook her body “Sweetheart, we are here…” he said in a soft tone “Jayboy…” she said in a sleepy voice “Yes?” “Please don’t leave me alone” he smiled, she didn’t have to ask, he was already going to do it “Of course, babe. Let’s go”. Jay thanked the driver and helped her to get out of the car, but she couldn’t even stand up by herself “You might have to carry me” “Yeah…” he grabbed her thighs while wrapped his arms on her torso and lifted her up to carry her till the apartment “...I think so”.

Jay carried her to her bed, took her high heels off and covered her with a warm blanket “Good night, sweetheart” he muttered before standing from the bed to make his own bed on the couch. But suddenly she stopped him, grabbing his arm “No. You said you wouldnt leave me alone” “I’m just going to sleep on the couch, it’s past 3 a.m already, I’m tired” “Sleep here” she tapped the empty space on her bed “You want me to sleep here?” “Yes” she shrugged “Are you that needy?” “What!? No! Why do you think like that?” “You want to sleep next to me, you must be desperate” she lifted her body “Jay… what are you talking about?” “Nothing… I’m just tired. Go back to sleep, I will just make a bed for myself on the…” she cut him, throwing her arms around his shoulder and pulling him to her “What…” “Oh, Jay, your silly boy. I would want your company no matter what” he smiled, hugging her “Me too, babe. Me too” she pulled away a bit just to look at his face “What?” he asked “Want to tell you something” “So say it”, Jay waited, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she touched his lips with her lips. For a few seconds, they just stood there with lips glued. Jay couldn’t move cause of the shock and she couldn’t move because of the disbelief that she actually did that. “Well, fuck that shit, it’s done already” she thought, and started to move her lips. Jay blinked his eyes, then kept it closed and worked with his lips to start deepening the kiss along with her. 

Soon, she was laying with her back on the mattress again, pulling Jay to be on top of her but when she grabbed the hem of his shirt and tried to take it off him, he stopped “Hold on” and took some distance from her “What?” “You’re drunk, this isn’t right” “What?! I’m not drunk” “I saw you drinking tonight “A beer! And I sipped your drink…” she paused to think “...And Heeseung’s, and Jake’s drinks, but that’s all” “I don’t believe in you” “Why not?” “Why would you kiss me and want to rip my clothes off if you weren’t drunk?” “I am not drunk, your idiot, I like you!” “But, you slept all the way here…” “I was sleepy” “You made me carry you!” he said in disbelief “I like being spoiled” Jay chuckled, still perplexed “You… like me?” “Yes…” “For how long?” “A year and a half, I guess” “But… why did you never tell me?” “Cause I was afraid of losing you” he leaned forward to be close to her lips again “You could never lose me, silly” “So you like me too?” “Since the first time I put my eyes on you” “So that means we can keep making out, right?” he laughed “You’re impossible, do you know that, right?” “Yes. Now kiss me, yeah?” and she didn’t need to ask twice, Jay was already with his lips on her again. 

Now her attempt to take his shirt was successful, she opened button by button and the American man didn’t even think about stopping her. While he focused on taking his arms off the shirt, she took the opportunity to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, sliding her hand into his boxers, sneakily, receiving a muffled moan from Jay. “Fuck” he mumbled when she stopped kissing him to smirk, to show him she was enjoying it as much as he was. ”Come here” she demanded, he obeyed, dipping down to kiss her again. While their tongues danced along with each other, her fingers ran his length, from the base to the tip, rubbing there in circles, then slid it downward again, giving teasing strokes, driving Jay crazy. 

“Damn”, he cursed again “Take your pants off, it’s in my way” “Ok” he stood up and stripped his pants and underwear off. Meanwhile, she kneeled in front of him and as soon as he was completely naked, she took him in her mouth all at once, not giving him a remote chance to even think about complaining. Not that he would. He could feel her throat against his tip, he almost exploded right there, almost filled her mouth with his cum, but no, not yet, he wanted to feel her around him before cumming. “Look, I…” but she barely had started. When Jay was about to say something, she started to move her mouth, back and forth, to slide her tongue in his length, circles motion, up and down, taking him fully each time. Jay’s grip on her hair got even thigher each time she made a move “Fuck, babe, this feels amazing” in fact, way too amazing, at the point of his precum start to drip in her tongue. “Wait!” she didn’t stop “Hold on, babe” she nodded negatively with her head “Come on” he gently pulled her by the hair. She had his fluids mixed with her spit running down her chin, “Why? It’s so good” “Yeah, way too good” “So?” “Wanna cum inside of you” she smirked, then stood up, running her hands up to his chest “Didn’t know you were like that” he bent down to kiss and slightly bite the soft flesh of her neck, taking a slow and needy moan from her.

 “Lemme show how I’m like” “Yes” “That’s what I wanted to hear”. Jay pulled her dress up to her belly button. “Did sucking me turn you on?” he whispered in her ear “So much” “You must be very wet, don’t you?” she nodded, he smirked. With one single move, he put her panties to the side and slipped one finger into her. She whined, gripping on his bare shoulders “I think you can take 2, right?” she nodded again, this time moaning instead of whining when he fingered her again. And again, and again, till her knees got weak “Jay…” “Yeah?” “I need you inside of me” “Me too”, so he pulled his fingers out of her, placing them in front of her lips “lick them” she smirked, and sucked all of her juices from his index and middle fingers “Good girl” “Cut that shit, I’m the dom tonight” “You what?!” “Lay on the bed, Jayboy” he thought about saying a “but” but she didn’t seem to be kidding, so he obeyed. Being very honest, he liked a bossy girl from time to time. So he laid on the bed and enjoyed the view of her stripping down, first her night out dress, then her black lace panties, then he observed carefully her beautiful, curvy body walking toward him, then straddling his hips and bending over to kiss his lips “You’re so beautiful” “You’re so beautiful” “Thank you, sweetheart” she smiled “Are you ready for me?” “Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?” “Oh, Jayboy, you’re so silly sometimes” she aligned herself with his cock, then slid down his length, slowly, trying to take everything in “But I love that about you” she said in between her cutted breath. Jay let a slurred groaned come out from his mouth, she was so wet, so warm, so soft, so fucking perfect, around him. “Damn”, he cursed “Jay” “Hum?” “Are you good? Can I move now?” “Please, babe, please move” “Ok”, and quickly she started to ride him. Up and down, back and forth, making circles and zigzag motions. Jay’s hands rested on her hips, gripping harder each new movement of her. Her moans echoed the room along with his groans, the sound of skin slapping to skin made the act even sexier and her hands squeezing her breasts, hallucinated even more the American man. 

“I can’t take it anymore” he mumbled “Cum to me” he nodded with his head, clenched his jaw, and unloaded everything inside of her, not even minding the fact he wasn’t wearing a condom. But the fact Jay cummed didn’t stop her from keeping grinding on him, “You didn’t…” “I’m close too” he moved his hand to her core, and started to rub her clit “Let me help you” and the help worked very well, soon she collapsed on top of her friend, with her walls clenching around his half erected dick. They stood there, with her laying on top of him, waiting for their breaths to catch a normal pace. Jay caressed her hair, while she drew imaginary lines of his chest “Hey…” she started “Yeah?” “It was amazing” “I know” “I think we should do it more often” he chuckled “Yes, sweetheart…” he paused to kiss the top of her head “...I really think we should”

[dumbseee]

you’re losing me. pt.2.

part 1.

daniel ricciardo x singer!reader.

fc: bibi (korean singer)

note: this won’t have a part 3.

y/n just posted a story!

caption: red bull for the win :)

you finally had a day off after months of being at the studio, working your ass off for your upcoming album. you also needed that day to finally relax and focus on yourself after how horrible these past few days have been. you thought that you and daniel were meant to be, but apparently he couldn’t picture a future with you in it. when max called you late that night when you were still crying over the break up, and told you that daniel actually broke up with you because he cheated, you thought you’d die of heartbreak. the very next day, max came to your house and stayed with you to cheer you up. but of course, max was just a friend to you, and most importantly he was daniel’s best friend. as much as you hated him at the moment, you couldn’t do that to him.

you were watching your comfort show when the bell rang, you frowned since you didn’t expect anyone today but still got up to open the door. what surprise it was to find daniel, on your door step, completely wet because of the pouring rain. your eyes widened at the sight. "d-daniel? what the-…" he cut you off immediately. "max lied to you, he lied, i never cheated on you i swear on my fucking like y/n, you have to trust me please. i never loved anyone more than you, i would never do-…" he said quickly, you didn’t understood everything. "woah, woah, woah, get in first you’re going to catch a cold!" you shoved him inside your house and closed the door behind you. you grabbed a dry towel and threw it at him. "thanks." he simply said, you crossed your arms and looked at the ground. "can you repeat what you said? we’re not in a rap show so slow down." he nodded before taking a breath. "max lied to you, i never cheated." you frowned and looked at him completely confused, why would max lie to you?

"daniel, why would max do that to you? he’s your best friend for god’s sake." you said, throwing your arms in the hair, you were completely lost and frustrated. daniel took out his phone and showed you his last messages with max. your heart slowly dropped to your stomach as you finally discover the truth. daniel wasn’t lying and max betrayed the both of you. you didn’t know what to say, so you simply let yourself fall on your couch. daniel followed you and sat next to you. the driver didn’t know what to do, he saw how miserable you were right now and tried to think of something to cheer you up. "i believed him instead of you." was the only thing you said, you were so disappointed in yourself. daniel looked at you and took your hand. "i don’t blame you for that, i would’ve reacted the same way to be honest. and maybe max is right." you looked up at him, trying your best not to cry. "i was just a stupid coward, i never loved anyone or anything more than i love you y/n, no one ever made me feel like you make me feel. i guess that scared me." he looked at the ground while you gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "you were scared of falling in love?" you asked, softly. he nodded and intertwined his fingers with yours. "but i’m done being a coward, i know that i hurt you y/n, and i know it will take time but do you think that you’ll be able to forgive me?" you smiled before jumping in his arms.

he did hurt your feelings, but you missed your danny.

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danielricciardo: love always triumphs :)

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landonorris: i missed you guys

danielricciardo: awwww

landonorris: i actually missed y/n more but had to include you too

fan1: i’m so glad they sorted it out, it would’ve been a shame if they stayed on bad terms

fan2: i feel so bad for daniel tho, he lost his best friend he always referred to max as the person he trusted the most

fan3: max needs to be held accountable tho, how could he do this??

fan4: y/n in her reputation era was a slay but y/n back in her lover era is better because she’s happier

fan5: these two are made for each other, i hope they finally understood it

fan6: the caption omg

fan7: her smile always shines the brightest when she’s with daniel

fan8: we got y/niel back but lost maxiel forever :(

fan9: max literally LIED to y/n so she would hate daniel, my guy is better off without him tbh

fan10: right?? i don’t understand people saying they’ll miss maxiel when max has been a terrible friend to daniel, he literally tried to ruin his relationship with y/n

fan11: now get married

fan12: please be good to her :(((

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[call-me-strega]

New chapter of HBSD for Jason is just like, hey you get your crush in your bed! But not in that way, actually it’s much worse whoops

I am curious though, what does Jason think happened in Danny/Ellie’s backstory? Because what he has to go off of is 1) Vlad is paying child support and low key Danny is worried about custody 2) Ellie and other attempts were created, but not how (and obv most people wouldn’t assume cloning) 3) Ellie was introduced to Danny LATER 4) Vlad is simultaneously creepy/involved in Ellie’s creation, but also still trying to date Danny’s mom

If I overheard that phone convo, I would be very concerned (obviously), but also trying to figure out how…how the hell any of them are related. Like, trans Danny with Ellie taken early and reintroduced later? Vlad is trans? Is Vlad even biologically involved because Danny never says so, just that he’s in some way responsible so-Vlad paid someone to be a surrogate at some point for some reason? I would have NO idea because none of those explanations would quite make sense from the phone convo unless I knew cloning was an option, you know?

Oh, I totally see how that'd be confusing. Let me explain my thought process when I wrote this.

You see after hearing that conversation, in the moment Jason assumes that something was happening along the lines of the trans theory. The pit rage did cloud his judgment a bit, so he focused more on the custody/separation aspects and wanting to protect these new people in his territory who have something akin to an age-old story he has heard before. Plus, later on during the 4th of July chapter Danny reveals more of his parents' relationship with Vlad and alludes to what happened between them, basically implying that they trusted Vlad near Danny, but he did something to Danny to get his genetic material. Which isn't untrue but somewhat misleading. Later when he has time to re-examine the info from both conversations he adjusts his theory.

Keeping in mind that this is the same universe where cloning is possible and genetic studies are likely more advanced in turn it wouldn't be a stretch to assume test tube babies are a Thing that Exist more commonly there than in the real world. Especially, if we use the version of the story where Damian was a test tube baby rather than Talia actually getting pregnant making it a possibility Jason would definitely be aware of.

Jason's leading theory right now was that some creepy old guy (Vlad) was obsessed with Danny's mom, and later Danny himself. And because his parents trusted Vlad they let him get close to Danny despite Danny recognizing Vlad was a creep. All of this is basically accurate, so here's where things diverge. Jason assumes Danny was assaulted (either physically or sexually) by Vlad, who took his genetic material by force. Then the creepy old rich guy used his money to try and create a test tube baby using their combined DNA. The first few attempts failed but when one finally took Danielle was the result. The creep then tried to raise her and poison her against her other genetic donor, to little success because she was such a small child. Danny became aware of what Vlad had done shortly after Danielle was born, but was too young and vulnerable to fight back and get custody. However, once he got older he finally gathered the resources to fight back and managed to get custody of his daughter. Danny has something he can use against Vlad to keep him in check, likely a scary lawyer or some sort of blackmail. Now he's trying to live a normal life with Ellie and makes sure Vlad compensates him with child support. All things considered not to far from the truth but missing some key context details.

With the type of shenanigans always going down the DC universe his theory really isn't that much of a stretch. In all honesty though, Jason tries not to spend too much time dwelling on it for a couple of reasons: 1) In his experience, people who go through similar things want to be left alone, lest something happen that could jeopardize their situation (hiding from an abuser). 2) Danny made it clear when he declined seeking protection from Red Hood that he had the situation handled and didn't want anyone getting involved, Jason's meddling wouldn't help anything. 3.) Jason wants Danny to trust him enough to tell him the whole story himself, and 4.) Jason is busy with other stuff like work, vigilante-ing, and falling in love to go unnecessarily digging around in a story that honestly isn't as unique as one might think.

Obviously, there might still be holes in my logic but that's basically what I believe Jason's view on the situation would be. I hope that sheds some light onto how I intended the situation to look like from the outside.

[callsign-dexter]

Fireside Romance 18+

Request: I just love the very present Kelly spam on your blog too much that I'm gonna send in an idea as well ! My bday is on the weekend, but I feel bad for all the other request before me. So you don't need to do it right now ❤️

Maybe something where you're just new at Firehouse 51 and Shays new partner on 61, and also hers and Kelly's new roommate. He wasn't happy about that in the first place but after he gets to know you he can't think of a better person to live with and you 3 get really close friends. One time you're alone with Kelly, when your nasty ex finds out where you live and shows up. As Kelly opens the door your ex starts making a scene about another guy living with you, but Kelly gets into protective mode and takes care of the situation not letting him near you and making him leave again fast. Then he sees you being a bit overwhelmed by the situation so he hugs you immediately and you relax into his arms, feeling butterflies all inside you, that he stood up for you and that adding to your already present crush on him. Taking advantage of the situation you kiss him, which he returns and somehow you end up in his bed where Shay later finds you both cuddled up together naked and she fist bumps herself cause she knew that would happen and she'll mock you first thing in the morning about that? 🤭

Omg I'm so sorry it's so long !!!!

Pairings: Kelly Severide x Paramedic!Reader

Warnings: angst, domestic abuse done by OC, drinking, fluff, smut, swearing

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A/N: @talesofreading and @imagine-all-the-fandoms I hope you're prepared for some Kelly Severide smut.....

A/N 2: Happy 6 month belated birthday! So sorry it is so late!

Leslie Shay has been your long-time best friend, like so long that you both would consider each other sisters. She was the one to push you to go to school to become a paramedic, you had shown that you were capable and you loved helping people. She was a few years older than you so she had already been through the schooling and had been at 51 longer than you. After you finished your schooling and went through the fire academy you were placed with Firehouse 51 as a paramedic with Shay and to say you both were beyond excited was an understatement. You quickly made friends with everyone on the team including Kelly Severide when you went in to meet everyone.

When you were placed at Firehouse 51 as a paramedic you were in a seriously bad relationship but you had a place to stay but that was about to quickly change. You just started working there a week ago when your living situation was no more. Shay and you had talked about it and how abusive your boyfriend was. You wanted to break up with him and move out but had nowhere to go until she suggested you move in with Kelly and her. She promised that she would talk to Kelly about it and let you know, you thanked her profusely.

 You had just gotten off work but stayed behind while the others went off to Molly’s because there was some paperwork stuff that needed to be taken care of with HR so by the time you were out of there you were getting home late. As you were driving home you ran into some traffic which made you even more late and that made you nervous. You tried calling your boyfriend, Taylor Hadley, but it went straight to voicemail and you left them but knew he would never listen to them but you still gave some sort of notification. You finally pulled into your apartment complex and walked into the building and took the elevator to your floor. When it dinged and you got out and started to walk towards your apartment everything was silent and that scared you. You took your key out and unlocked the door and was immediately met with the smell of alcohol and there was Taylor leaning against the wall arms crossed with a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand. “Where the fuck were you?” He asked in a demanding tone.

“I was down at the firehouse filling out some paperwork. I told you I was doing that this morning.” You said 

“No, the fuck you didn’t.” He growled out and then threw the bottle at your head which had you ducking but the glass shattered and nicked you and the rest of the contents went everywhere and on to you.

“You’ve been drinking. I did tell you this morning.” You said not daring to move. 

“No, the reason you’re so late is because you’re cheating on me!” He said, stalking closer to you. 

“No no I wasn't, I swear. I was at the firehouse. You can call down there and ask them.” You said as he was face to face with you. He didn’t say anything but instead slapped you hard across the face, he was strong so it sent you crashing into the side table. Tears sprang to your eyes as you braced yourself on the table. 

“You fucking bitch! Always fucking lying to me!” He growled out and grabbed you by your hair. You grabbed his hands and then threw you into the floor. Tears fell down your face.

“I’m not lying. I swear. I would never cheat on you like you do to me.” You said and that was a mistake and you knew it was a mistake and you wished you could take it back. His foot came in contact with your ribs and you could feel a couple of them break. You tried to protect yourself but that just made it worse. He was grabbing you by the hair again and bringing you to your feet. You were out of breath and you couldn’t catch it. He made a fist and punched you and blood instantly started to pour out of your nose, which meant that he broke it. He grabbed your throat and your airway was instantly cut off and he just continued to squeeze until you were almost blacking out. He backed you up in a glass cabinet and it shattered on contact and you could feel glass digging into you. He laid a few more punches into you and then he was throwing you down on the ground one more time and the air rushed back to you but it didn’t last long because he was kicking you in the stomach. 

“Stupid bitch!” He yelled out and then he was storming out of the apartment leaving you there bleeding and crying. You pulled yourself up and steadied yourself on the wall until you got to your purse and then you were falling down on the ground with your purse. You pulled out your phone and dialed 911 as you were starting to fade in and out of unconsciousness.

“911 what is your emergency?” The dispatcher asked.

“My boyfriend just attacked me.” You slurred 

“Is he there now?” They asked again.

“No, he he stormed out. He’s been drinking. He slammed me into glass, punched me several times, kicked me in the ribs and stomach. I’m bleeding a lot. I need help.” You said and you told your name, address, and the name of your boyfriend and then you were passing out. 

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“What do you think about adding a roommate?” Shay asked Kelly as they were sitting down on the couch.

“Why would we need a roommate?” He asked

“Well, rent is going up and having another person would help with that and help. Also, groceries are going up and having a third person splitting it would help too.” She said 

“We don’t need a roommate; we have everything under control.” He said he liked his space but having a third person might help out. She didn’t get a reply because her phone was ringing and she was quick to pull out and she frowned and Kelly took notice of this. “Everything ok?” He asked.

“Med is calling me.” She said and she was quick to answer it.

“Shay, it’s Maggie. A Y/N Y/L/N was just brought in and you were listed as her ICE number in her phone.” Maggie Lockwood said

“Is she alright?” Shay asked, already getting up and rushing to grab everything she needed.

“No. She came in unconscious and that is all I can tell you until you get here.” Maggie said

“I’ll be down there as quick as I can be.” She said 

“We’ll see when you get down here.” Maggie said and then they were hanging up. 

“Everything ok?” Kelly asked

“No, Y/N is at Med.” She said, slipping her coat on and grabbing her keys.

“Y/N, the new paramedic that just started working there a week ago?” Kelly asked

“Yes, I got to go.” Shay said and was rushing off leaving Kelly there at the apartment alone. 

Shay got to the hospital in record time and was parking and rushing in. She ran up to the receptionist desk and was about to start asking where you were but the voice of Will Halstead quickly called out her name “Shay.” He said and she looked up and he was waving her over.

“Will what the fuck happened?” She asked and he was guiding her to your room. He didn’t say anything as he stopped outside of your room and she looked through the window and saw you and her heart broke she turned to Will.

“She was brought in with multiple lacerations, a broken nose, several broken ribs, internal bleeding which we had to go in and fix which we just got down with, and she also had strangulation marks around her neck. It was bad. We almost lost her once on the table. I had to get Jay involved.” Will said and Shay was speechless. It was so bad that he had to get his brother, Jay Halstead, involved.

“Do they have anything?” She asked

“No, they are waiting for her to wake up to get more information.” He said and Shay nodded. “If anything happens or if she wakes up. Let a nurse know and I will be down here.” He said and she nodded and then he was patting her on the shoulder and leaving. She walked into your room and pulled up a chair and sat down. 

“What the hell happened?” She asked, sighing not expecting an answer. She took your appearance in.

*********

The next time you were coming to you were in a hospital with blinding lights shining down in your eyes. You squinted and tried to move but everything hurt and tears sprang to your eyes. “Hey don’t move. You had some pretty serious surgery.” A familiar voice said and you opened your eyes to find Shay there sitting next to your bed. 

“Shay?” You asked in a hoarse voice.

“Hey, it’s ok.” She said getting up and leaning over you, blocking the light and pressing the call button. The nurse came on and she told them that you were awake.

“What happened?” You asked and she smiled sadly at you.

“I was going to ask you the same things. What do you remember?” She asked

“I remember coming home late from the station working on some HR stuff. I was late. He was drinking and started yelling and I was defending myself and he didn’t like that and then he was getting violent.” You said straining to remember. Just then Will was coming in along with Jay and Hailey Upton and Dr. Daniel Charles, you didn’t know him.

“Hey, Y/N. How are you feeling?” Will asked

“Sore.” You said and he smiled.

“You had a pretty big surgery.” He said “Jay and Hailey have some questions for you. Dr. Charles is here in support as well.” He added.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Charles and I’m the physicists here.” He said 

“You don’t have to tell us anything. You also don’t have to have anybody in her while he questions you.” Jay said and you nodded.

“I’m ok with everyone in the room.” You said and everyone smiled.

“Remember you don’t have to answer these. You also have every right to stop the questioning if you get overwhelmed.” Hailey said and you nodded.

“Do you remember what happened?” Jay asked and you nodded.

“Yes, I do.” You said

“As best as you can tell us what happened.” Hailey said and you looked at Shay and she smiled and nodded at you giving you an encouraging nod.

“I was down at the fire station working on some paperwork for HR by the time I left it was late. As I was driving home, I got caught in traffic. I tried to call Taylor on my phone through Bluetooth when I was stopped at a red light. He didn’t answer so I left a message.” You said and took a deep breath and started getting tensed and the heart monitor started to rise and Dr. Charles took notice of this. 

“Do you want to take a break?” Dr. Charles asked and you shook your head.

“No. I’m ok. Do I have to tell you the exact word for word he said?” You asked

“No, you don’t have to but you can if you want. It would help.” Hailey said 

“He asked me “Where the fuck were you?” in a demanding tone. I told him that I was down at the firehouse filling out some paperwork. I told him that morning.” You said. He said no growled “No the fuck you didn’t.” He then threw the bottle at my head which had I ducked but the glass shattered and nicked me and the alcohol went everywhere and on me.” You said

“Which would explain the smell of alcohol.” Will said and you nodded and then continued.

“I told him that he had been drinking and that I did tell him this morning.” You said. “He accused me of cheating and that was the reason I was late. He stalked closer to me. I told him no that I wasn't and that I swear. I told him I was at the firehouse. I told him that he could call down there and ask them.” You said “He didn’t say anything but instead slapped me hard across the face, it sent me crashing into the side table. I remember tears sprang to my eyes as I braced myself on the table. He yelled “You fucking bitch! Always fucking lying to me!” and grabbed me by my hair. I grabbed his hands and then he threw me into the floor. Tears fell down my face. I told him “I’m not lying. I swear. I would never cheat on you like you do to me.” I knew that was a mistake and I wished you could take it back. His foot came in contact with my ribs and I could feel a couple of them break.” You said and Will nodded confirming this. I remember trying to protect myself but that just made it worse. He was grabbing me by the hair again and bringing me to my feet. I remember being out of breath and I couldn’t catch it. He made a fist and punched me. I remember the blood instantly started to pour out of my nose. He grabbed my throat and my airway was instantly cut off and he just continued to squeeze until I was almost blacking out. He backed me up in a glass cabinet and it shattered on contact and I could feel glass digging into you. He laid a few more punches into me and then he threw me down on the ground one more time and the air rushed back to me because he let go of my throat but it didn’t last long because he was kicking me in the stomach.” You said and again Will nodded.

“Which would cause internal bleeding and cause you have to have surgery. It ruptured your kidney and it had to be removed.” Will said and Jay nodded as he wrote that down. 

“Are you good to continue?” Dr. Charles asked and you nodded.

“I remember him yelling “Stupid bitch!” Then he stormed out of the apartment leaving me there bleeding and crying. I remember pulling myself up and steadying myself on the wall until I got to my purse and then I fell down on the ground with it. I remember pulling my phone and dialing 911. I told them everything while starting to fade in and out of unconsciousness.” You finished and Dr. Charles was smiling.

“That was very good. Most domestic abuse patients wouldn’t want to give up their significant other.” He said

“He’s been doing it for 4 years.” You whispered 

“Do you mind if we take pictures?” Jay asked

“I don’t mind. I only want Hailey and Shay.” You said and they nodded and everyone else walked out of the room. She took the pictures quickly and then they were welcomed back in.

“We will put this man away.” Hailey said and you nodded and then they were leaving and now it was just Will, Shay, and Dr. Charles with you. Will and Dr. Charles talked to you a little more and then they were leaving.

“Do you have a place to stay?” Shay asked and you were silent and shrugged.

“I don’t know.” You said

“I will talk to Kelly.” She said and you nodded. She stayed for a few more minutes and then she was leaving bidding you a goodbye.

*********

When Shay arrived home, she was determined to move you in. When she got into the apartment Kelly was just plating food. “Hey.” He said looking up and seeing her.

“Hey.” She said

“Is Y/N ok?” He asked

“No.” She said as he handed her a plate of food.

“What happened?” He asked 

“Her boyfriend beat her up pretty badly. Bad enough to land her in the hospital.” She said and Kelly was actually mad. “I know you said you didn’t want a roommate but she has nowhere else to go. We have the extra room and she can make the payments.” Shay said and Kelly sighed he didn’t want a roommate but he couldn’t let you go back to that situation

“You’re right I don’t want a roommate but I can’t leave someone homeless or going back to a bad situation. She can move in.” He said and she sighed and hugged him after she put her plate down and he was fixing his.

“Thank you so much.” She said, the next time she saw you she told you that Kelly agreed and you were so grateful. You gave them the key and they went to pick your stuff up. It wasn’t much and that actually saddened them both. 

2 days before you got out of the hospital Jay and Hailey were coming in and telling you that your boyfriend, now ex, had been arrested and that he had been charged with domestic abuse and DUI. They had strong evidence against him. 

When you got out and to your new apartment your stuff had been put in the extra bedroom. Shay helped you unpack and once everything was done you joined them in the living room. “Thank you for letting me move in.” You said mostly to Kelly.

“I’m so glad to have you here.” Shay said

“You’re welcome.” Kelly said not sounding too enthusiastic but you took it. 

*********

3 months into living with them, Kelly had been getting to know you more and you doing just the little things and some big things helped and that made him slowly getting into having you as a roommate. He was also falling in love with you and you were falling in love with him too.

*

1 month

 It started out with you replacing everything that was low on stock into a month of living with them. You noticed that most of Kelly’s stuff was low so you, being a good roommate, stocked up on his stuff more and just stuff in the apartment in general. You were also having weekly sessions with Dr. Charles and weren’t there to see Kelly’s face when he noticed that everything of his and Shay’s stuff and some stuff that was hard to find like his and Shay’s favorite coffee creamer. 

Kelly and Shay had just got off work and it was a rough shift. You had taken a personal day off of your three-day shift and it was approved especially after what happened. You were at the hospital having an appointment with Dr. Charles. Kelly stormed in with Shay walking in behind him. The apartment smelled nice and it felt warm like a home. This shocked them both and they looked at each other then they saw the note: “Hey, guys I’m going to be gone for a few hours. Don’t wait up for me. I have some stuff I need to get off my chest.” 

“I’m going to take a shower.” Kelly murmured and Shay nodded as he walked into his bathroom, he noticed that fresh towels were hung up and when he looked into the shower, he noticed that his favorite shampoo and body wash were restocked. “How? It is so hard to find this.” He asked himself as he picked up the bottle. Kelly was slowly starting to come around to having a roommate but he wasn’t yet fully convinced. When Kelly had gotten out of the shower and changed, he heard laughter in the living room. He went out to see what was going on, he saw that you and Shay were on the couch laughing. You were laughing and turned your head to find him standing there and you smiled at him.

“Hey, Kelly.” You said smiling at him. 

“Hey, you have a good session with Dr. Charles?” He asked and you smiled at him and nodded as he walked in and sat on the chair beside the couch.

“I did. I was having a hard time with something about Taylor and it was stopping me from doing things” You said and he nodded and then you got to talking again but one question was on his mind when the current conversation came to an end he decided to ask the question.

“I have a question for you.” Kelly said and you turned to him and smiled and nodded as a go ahead. “I noticed that our stuff was stocked and some of the stuff is hard to find. How did you find it?” He asked and you smiled at him.

“I found them at this really small shop. They only carry the hard-to-find things. I’ve actually been looking for months around places and when I find them, I buy everything and then I found this place and boom there it was.” You explained and he nodded. 

“While we are asking questions. What did you do to make it smell so good in here? We couldn’t get that musty smell out of here.” Shay asked

“I used to clean a lot and while I was off, I deep cleaned. I also got some plugins and plugged them in the high traffic places. I wasn’t going to get a candle warmer because too many fires happen with those.” You said and they both nodded. Kelly couldn’t help falling further in love with you and how good of a roommate you were being. 

*

2 months

The three of you were at work and for once it wasn’t busy. Everyone was doing their own thing and even though the three of you were together at home you three were alone together at work. Rent was coming up and you wanting to be a good roommate actually went ahead and paid it all. “I haven’t noticed that the rent bill hasn’t come.” Kelly said.

“You know I’ve noticed that too.” Shay said and you were being quiet and they noticed this. “Have you noticed it too?” Shay asked.

“I paid it.” You said taking a sip of your hot chocolate.

“What?” They both asked and you nodded.

“Yes, I paid it. I wanted to show you how much I appreciated you guys letting me live with you so I went ahead and paid it all.” You said looking at your roommates.

“Y/N you didn’t have to do that.” Kelly said “We are roommates, we pay for the bills and food equally.” He said and Shay nodded.

“I know but I wanted to do it.” You said now feeling guilty for it. “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” You said feeling guilty. You felt so guilty that you decided to just leave feeling like they were angry at you and the look on your face broke Kelly he wasn’t trying to be mean he was just surprised. He and Shay looked at each other.

“Did I just make her upset?” He asked 

“I think we both did.” She said

“I’ll go find her.” Kelly said and she nodded.

“Ok.” She said she was going to offer to go with him but she knew that he liked you and maybe this would help you both get closer to each other. So, Kelly went on the search for you, he checked everywhere and couldn’t find you until he decided to check outside and there, he found you sitting on the firetrucks bumper that had been moved out to be cleaned. 

“Y/N.” Kelly said when he saw you and you looked up at him and you looked terrified and he hated that. “We didn’t mean to make it sound like we were mad at you. We were just surprised.” He said and you nodded. “Why did you do it? I’m curious.” He asked.

“I wanted to show my appreciation for you both letting me move in with you. I can afford it.” You said

“I’m not saying you can't. We appreciate it but we’re roommates and we split everything.” He said and you nodded.

“I know. It’s just how I was raised.” You said

“How so?” He asked and then you were moving so he could sit and he did.

“Believe it or not I come from a wealthy family. We get along great and the way we show appreciation. When someone finds out I have money whether it be male or female they either want to be my friend and use me for money or date me for my money and then they show their true colors.” You said and he nodded and listened and as he was talking to you, he was falling in love with you and as a roommate. You two talked until the bell was ringing.

*

3 months

By the third month of you living with them Kelly was 100% ok with having you as a roommate. He was also 100% ready to take it to the next level with you and he was planning to ask you out soon but that and among other things happened so much quicker. Since you moved in you cut all ties with Taylor and you thought he would be gone for good and that he was in jail but apparently had gotten out and you were shocked when you heard the news but he didn’t know where you lived, at least you didn’t think he did. You also had a restraining order against him.

It was just you and Kelly at the apartment since Shay had a date and was going to be gone for the rest of the evening until the morning. You and Kelly had been lounging on the couch when there was a knock on the door “Stay put. I got it.” He said getting up and walking to the door as you paused the show that you two were currently watching. You heard the door open “Can I help you?” Kelly asked.

“Oh, so she’s already moved in with another guy? It’s only been three months.” The familiar voice of none other than your ex-boyfriend, Taylor Hadley, sounded and you froze. You were quick to get up and go to the door but stopped far enough away but Taylor could see you.

“You need to leave.” Kelly said 

“No, I came back for what is rightfully mine.” He growled out and that made Kelly’s blood boil.

“She is not yours anymore. You need to leave.” He said blocking the entrance way. Kelly was a lot bigger than Taylor and he could easily take him down with one push. Taylor seemed to move on from Kelly and focused his attention on you.

“You’re such a fucking bitch. Sleeping with every guy you come across, especially that cop that arrested me. I’m going to teach you a lesson for cheating on me.” He said and tried to come in but was met with a wall of Kelly and he was quickly pushing him out. Throughout the whole deal you were as silent as you could be quickly becoming overwhelmed with his presence.

“It’s time for you to fucking leave. You’re not welcome here.” He said and pushed him out into the hallway and shut the door quickly and locked it. He pulled out his phone and made a quick text to Jay. Kelly turned to look at you and you were wide eyed and staring straight ahead and shaking slightly. He was quick to walk over to you and take you into his arms hugging you. “Hey, it’s ok. I got you.” He said into your ear and you hugged him back. After being in his arms for a few minutes you pulled away slightly and that caused him to look at you. You both stared into each other’s eyes and suddenly you were leaning in and kissing him. At first, he was frozen shocked but very quickly got over that and kissed you with so much passion that the only time you broke apart was when you needed air. Both out of breath you stared at each other and his eyes were hungry and he was quickly kissing you again and picking you up which made you squeal into his mouth and then he started moving towards his bedroom. You both kissed each hungrily, teeth clashing with each other tongues battling for dominance. As he entered his room and shut the door to where it was only a crack.

Kelly walked to his bed and when he was there, he slowly laid you down on the bed and was overing your body with his broad one. The heat was quickly rising but you didn’t want to stop. Clothes were quickly shed until you were both nude in front of each other. He went back to kissing you and you could feel his erection on your thigh. Kelly ran his hands up and down your body and his kisses trailed to your neck where you leaned it to the side moaning. “I love you.” You moaned out and he stopped and looked at you and that made you look at him.

“Seriously?” He asked and you nodded.

“Seriously.” You said and smiled and kissed you hard.

“I love you too.” He said when he broke the kiss. He brought his cock to the entrance and once it was seated there, he slowly eased himself into you and you moaned welcoming the stretch. It was painful at first but it soon turned into pleasure. He was bigger in length and girth than any of your exs, especially Taylor. 

“Fuck you’re so big. Stretching me so well. I always imagined being in bed with you and how big you were but you exceeded my expectations.” You said and he smirked into your neck.

“I’m glad I could exceed those expectations.” He said and he started to move which made you moan.

“Oh fuck!” You yelled out in pleasure.

“You’re taking me so well. Squeezing me so tight.” He moaned and in turn you squeezed him and he groaned. “Keep doing that and I won’t last long.” He growled out and that sent shivers, good shivers, up your spine. “You’re my good girl.” He moaned out and that made you wet. As he thrusted into you and made you see stars, in a good way, each time he moved inside you made you fall in love with him more and that familiar knot started to grow. Nails dug into his arms which were holding his broad body up from crushing you. 

“You’re making me feel so good, Kels. Don’t stop.” You moaned and he smirked.

“I don’t plan on it. Not now. Not ever.” He said and thrusted into you.

“Please go faster.” You moaned 

“Your wish is my command.” He said and picked up his pace and that just brought more pleasure to you.

“Oh fuck! I’m close, Baby. So, close!” You yelled out and he didn’t care that you were being loud he wanted to let everyone hear he was the one making you feel this good. 

“Who is making you feel this good?” He asked 

“You.” You moaned 

“Say my name.” He growled out.

“Kelly! Kelly is making me feel good!” You screamed out and he smirked.

“Damn right. Are you going to be my good girl and come for me?” He asked

“Yes!” You moaned out loudly as he brought one hand to your clit, leaving him resting his body weight on hand which was not a problem for him, and started to rub it vigorously which sent waves of pleasure throughout you. 

“Come for me, Sweetheart.” He said and as he spoke and that added pressure on your clit did you in and that knot exploded and you were coming hard and squeezed him tightly.

“Oh fuck!” You yelled out as you came and he was close behind you painting your walls white with his cum. Both of you were sweaty and out of breath as he slowly and gently pulled out of you as he pulled back the covers. He pulled them up and you shimmed under them and he laid them over your naked bodies. You cuddled into him, face in his chest and he wrapped his arms around you. “I meant when I said I loved you. I have fallen in love with you over these 3 months.” You said he searched his face as he smiled.

“I’ve fallen in love with you romantically and as a roommate over these 3 months too. To be honest I didn’t want a roommate but having you as one has been perfect. I want you to be my girlfriend and take you out on a date.” He said and you smiled.

“I would love that. Although we skipped some steps.” You said chuckling and he chuckled too.

“We did but it was worth it.” He said and you smiled and nodded.

“Definitely was.” You said and yawned.

“Get some sleep. I’ll be here in the morning.” He said and you nodded and you closed your eyes and fell to sleep. As soon as he felt you breathe even out and that is when he allowed himself to fall asleep.

The next morning Shay was rolling into the apartment early and was confused when she didn’t hear the two of you up and her eyebrows furrowed. So, she went on a mission to find out where the two of you were. Both vehicles were here and you both clearly weren’t in the kitchen, dining room, living room, and she couldn’t imagine why you both would be in her room but she checked anyway. She then checked your room and the both of you weren’t there. A smile grew on her face as she was starting to pieces as there was one last room to check. The door was cracked and she silently opened it and there the two of you were naked cuddled together sound to sleep and she was overcome with joy. She backed out moving the door back to where it was beforehand and made her hand into a fist and fist bumped the air. All along she wanted you to move and the two of you fall in love and after 3 months it happened. She made her way to the kitchen and started to make coffee. 

You were slowly waking up and at first confused as to where you were and who was holding you but you quickly remembered and smiled at the memories that came flooding back from last night. You looked at the peaceful look on Kelly’s face and slowly leaned up and kissed his lips and he squinted in his sleep but he was slowly waking up. He cracked his eyes open to find you smiling at him. “Good morning.” You whispered.

“Good morning.” He replied in a gruff voice, smiling.

“Last night was wonderful. I never knew sex could feel so good.” You said and he kissed you.

“I will make you feel good every night for as long as you let me.” He said and you smiled.

“Please.” You said 

“Gladly. Want some pancakes?” He asked and you nodded as your stomach growled.

“Yes.” You said and he kissed you one more time before he was getting up and pulling on his boxers and sweatpants and you admired his god-like body and then you were rolling out of bed and pulling on your underwear and grabbing Kelly’s discarded t-shirt that came down to your thighs and covered everything. Kelly watched you the entire time.

“You look good in my shirt. You should wear my clothes all the time.” He said and you smiled.

“As long as you will let me.” You said and he smiled and then you two kissed each other and headed out of the living room and into the kitchen. As you were nearing the kitchen bacon was heard sizzling and as you walked in there was Shay fixing breakfast.

“Good morning love birds. Have a good night last night?” She said smirking and you blushed and Kelly smirked.

“We sure did.” He said and you smacked his chest but you couldn’t help but agree.

“Soooo how did it happen?” She asked

“Taylor found out where I lived and tried to start something and broke his restraining order and it just went from there.” You said as she handed you a plate of food and Kelly a plate of food. You both went to sit down next to each other and then she was bringing drinks over.

“I have to say I’m really glad that she became our roommate.” Kelly said and she smiled.

“She really is the best.” Shay said

“Stop you guys.” You said and Kelly chuckled.

“She’s telling the truth.” He said as he took a bite of his food and so did you. As the three of you ate and talked about everything you could feel Kelly’s hand on your bare thigh and you looked up at him and he was fully focused in a conversation with Shay and you listened loving hearing them talk but you were just enjoying his hand on your thigh and being close to him. As Shay looked down at her phone looking at and still talking Kelly looked over to you and into your eyes, his eyes were filled with love and so were yours. 

“I love you.” He mouthed and you smiled at him.

“I love you too.” You mouthed back and he smiled and you honestly meant it. You couldn’t wait to spend more time with him as your boyfriend. 

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[tooxmanyxships]

for the prompts, dando break up and make up? or they get into a bad fight n lando thinks it’s over but daniel comes back n then fluff <3

I'm missing Dando so much lately so yeah. I FINALLY went back into my inbox to look at prompts and just had to respond to this one.

It was so fucking stupid. But weren't all fights between couples pretty stupid?

Those between Lando and Daniel definitely were.

Lando couldn't even remember why they were fighting....

It probably all started with one of them making a joke, that's usually how it went with them, which suddenly turned into an argument.

Then one of them would slip up and say something nasty, most likely Lando; if he was honest with himself.

This was usually settled pretty quickly, because Daniel always forgave him. Lando was aware of that.

He tried not to take advantage of it, but sometimes he thought Daniel forgave him a little too easily.

But not this time.

This time Daniel hadn't listened, no matter how many times Lando said sorry and exclaimed that he didn't mean it.

Maybe he'd taken it too far this time. If only he could remember what he said.....

It was in the heat of the moment.

It was also in the heat of the moment that Daniel had slammed the door as he left the apartment.

He didn't even take his key.

The key was still sitting next to Lando's in their usual spot so they wouldn't lose them.

Daniel was gone.

He wasn't coming back.

Lando stuffed himself into the corner of the couch and made himself as small as he could, folding himself into a ball.

He played with the bracelets on his wrist, which usually calmed him down.

It did this time too until his eyes caught onto that one special bracelet.

His most precious one.

It was simple, but pretty.

DR3 sitting proudly in the middle.

Daniel had the same one. The only difference that his one said LN4.

3 & 4... People sometimes joked that they were made to be teammates.

And they had been. But that was in the past.

Some even said they were meant to be together.

And that--- that's what scared Lando so much.

As much as their relationship was built off of a lot of joking and dishing it out against each other, Lando had the tendency to push a little too hard. Too fast.

He wanted to see when Daniel would break. If he would break at all.

Today he had his answer.

Daniel could break.

Daniel could also leave.

And it was all Lando's fault.

~~~~~~********~~~~~~~

Lando didn't know how long he'd been sitting there, still folded in on himself, forefinger caressing the DR3 on his bracelet over and over again.

Lost in thoughts.

Suddenly he was pulled back to the present by pounding on the door.

The pounding had started off as soft knocks which Lando hadn't been aware of.

He wished he wasn't aware of these pounds either, but whoever this person was, they were relentless.

Lando didn't want to see anyone right now.

"Go away!!!"

Fuck.

When did he start crying?!

"Lando?"

That voice.

No.....

It couldn't be - - - -

"Lan, can you please open the door? I forgot my keys."

Someone was playing a very dirty trick on him here.

"Bear. Please. Open the door."

It's him.

Lando jumped up from the couch and sprinted to the door so fast Jon would be so proud of him.

He gripped the door handle and ripped the door open.

Then he stared.

Stared at a slightly flustered Daniel, who had his hand lifted to pound on the door again and quickly lowered it.

"Finally. I thou----"

Daniel couldn't even finish his sentence because the wind was knocked out of him as Lando propelled himself into his chest.

He was frozen for a second, but he immediately came back to life when the sob reached his ears. And his heart.

"I thought you left me."

Daniel quickly wrapped his arms around the younger boy.

"Oh Lan. Never. I would never leave you. No matter how much you try to push me away."

Sometimes he forgets how well the Australian actually knows him.

"But you...." a sniffle. "You left your key."

"Forgot. I forgot my keys. Couldn't even go for a drive so I just took a walk instead."

That Lando could believe. Daniel was prone to forgetting things like that.

"I'm sorry..."

"It's okay."

"No. I shouldn't have said what I did."

Silence.

"You forgot what you said, huh?"

Lando tensed. "I---"

Whatever he was expecting to happen, it wasn't the laugh that bubbled out of Daniel's mouth.

"Keeps on picking fights with me and then completely forgets about them."

A soft whine. "I don't mean to..."

"I know. I know you don't mean to." He turns his head to press a kiss into Lando's curls. "That's why I always come back."

A rustle. Some shifting. Two sets of eyes meeting each other.

"Always?"

"Always. I promise."

A sigh of relief. Head meeting shoulder. Face hiding in the crook of the older man's neck.

"I love you."

Don't leave me again.

"I love you too."

I never will.

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reprise. (armand/daniel, 1/3)

Summary:

Armand thinks himself great at first impressions. He ought to be, having spent so many years twisting himself into whatever shape most pleases. But when he met Daniel, he had already shattered into the pieces of himself that are loud, insincere, cruel. The pieces that are not worth loving, some part of his mind whispers, in a voice that could belong to Louis or to Lestat or to any number of others whom he has tried to fit inside of himself and keep, an endeavor which has only ever ended in the same blistering disappointment. And now—as he is sitting in the wreckage of another failed attempt at shaping himself into a home, covered in plaster dust from an outburst of rage only a fraction as bright as that which he deserved—now all there is left in front of him is Daniel. — Armand, Daniel, and the monsters memory makes of us.

Pairing: Armand/Daniel (Devil's Minion) WC: ~2,900 Rating: T (for now)

Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew. –Jack Gilbert, “Failing and Flying”

Armand thinks himself great at first impressions. He ought to be, having spent so many years twisting himself into whatever shape most pleases.

However, he fears he is only ever capable of rendering a portrait of himself in stained glass; a fragile composition of disparate color, something which might trick the eye into perceiving beauty in the right light, from the right distance. But up close, he is far less compelling, nothing more than a collection of contrasting elements fractured along plainly visible fault lines. Liable to fall apart at any moment.

When he met Daniel in 1973, he didn’t even get the mercy of a good first impression. When he met Daniel, he had already shattered into the pieces of himself that are loud, insincere, cruel. The pieces that are not worth loving, some part of his mind whispers, in a voice that could belong to Louis or to Lestat or to any number of others whom he has tried to fit inside of himself and keep, an endeavor which has only ever ended in the same blistering disappointment.

And now—as he is sitting in the wreckage of another failed attempt at shaping himself into a home, covered in plaster dust from an outburst of rage only a fraction as bright as that which he deserved—now all there is left in front of him is Daniel. All there is left is the impression he was never able to get right.

But oh, how he tried. Though of course, Daniel doesn’t remember any of that. Doesn’t remember the moonlit nights spent meandering down countless city streets, doesn’t remember the breathless conversations about art and poetry and philosophy, doesn’t remember how their bodies slotted together nice and neat like one of those puzzles Daniel enjoys so much. All he remembers is that first botched introduction and the messy present. The pieces of Armand that are not worth loving.

He doesn’t remember the fact that he managed to love them anyway.

Daniel’s first words to him after Louis quits the apartment are, “I’m not staying.”

“Okay,” Armand replies, voice empty of anything other than consonants, vowels. He didn’t expect him to. Why would he? Armand has had more experience than most in being left.

“I mean it,” Daniel says, clearly irritated. As though he thinks Armand doesn’t believe him. “You’ve made your own goddamn bed here, and it’s about time you lied in it.”

“Okay,” Armand repeats. “Then go.”

And Daniel turns to leave, and Armand closes his eyes and steels himself in preparation for the sound of another door closing. For the void in his life where Daniel is supposed to be to once more be occupied by grief. But the seconds tick by and it never comes. When Armand opens his eyes again he sees Daniel’s trembling hand hovering delicately over the knob.

He doesn’t face Armand as he asks, “Is there more? That you took from me?”

It’s been a few days since he last fed, so when Armand’s heart begins to flutter an anxious rhythm beneath his breast, the beat of it is soft and silent like a hummingbird’s wings. But he can feel it nonetheless, the feral hope that seizes in him at Daniel’s question.

Because he has long since squandered the opportunity to make a good impression on Daniel; this much he knows. (Not that he’s certain that he even still wants to, with everything the man has taken from him. Every castle of Armand’s that he has unbuilt, every careful tower rent asunder.) But perhaps he can make him remember, make him understand the extent of what Armand has lost here. Perhaps that is something he can hold onto, in his forthcoming solitude: something that is, if not redemptive, then at least explanatory of why he went to the lengths he did.

It will make no difference in the end, of course; Armand will still be alone, still drowning in sorrow, still lost and without any direction as to solid ground. But he will be seen, and he thinks that might be enough.

Ten minutes later and Daniel is sitting across from him, hands gripping to either arm of his chair. His fingers are flexing and tensing, as if it’s the only thing keeping him from doing something more destructive with his energy. “So.” He says it like he’s hammering a nail into a coffin. “You erased more of my memories.”

“Yes,” Armand agrees. He does not elaborate; he will only give Daniel as much as he asks for and no more. This is the bargain he has struck with himself, and in the more docile parts of his consciousness he can pretend it is so as not to overwhelm the man with too much information at once. In truth, the part of him that is an animal knows it is because the longer he can drag out his explanation, the longer Daniel will have to stay here with him.

Still, it is difficult to contain all of it within himself. So much emotion to hold, and he its sole beast of burden for nigh on forty years.

“How much more?”

“A lot.”

Daniel doesn’t appreciate his obstinance and makes no secret of it. “Are you actually planning on answering any of my questions, or do you get off on wasting my time?”

Out of spite, the vampire waits a little too long to respond to that. “Twelve years worth, give or take,” he says when he finally relents. Daniel’s eyes bore into him, frigid and unimpressed. Armand pauses before adding, “I didn’t erase all of it.”

“Jesus Christ,” Daniel sighs, exasperation written like a litany into every line of his face, with horror carved underneath it like an ode. “As if that makes it any better.”

Armand thinks it does, but he supposes it isn’t his place to decide.

“When did it start?” Daniel asks. “The twelve fucking years of my life that you robbed from me.”

In the privacy of his own mind, Armand repeats the conclusion he can’t help but come to every time he tries to answer that for himself. Out loud, he says, “You already know when it started.”

“1973.” It’s not a question.

“Yes.”

“Okay.” The word curls around Daniel’s tongue slowly, deliberately. Measured with the same attentiveness as one of his infusions. Measured with an attentiveness he never afforded to any of his other doses. “Why?”

“Because Louis was right,” Armand tells him, and his lips almost slant upwards for a moment before he smothers the expression; the smile feels too much like it’s been stolen for him to be comfortable wearing it. “You are fascinating.”

“Yeah, right.” Daniel scowls, and Armand doesn’t need to read his mind to notice the spike of anger that runs through him. “Quit stalling; just tell me how it happened.”

As best as Armand can summarize it, their story started like this: Daniel nothing more than a receptacle for his worst impulses, all that had long been broken between him and Louis made manifest in flesh and rapidly-dwindling blood. A scared boy in an apartment in Divisadero, on his knees and on the ground and altogether so beneath Armand that he hardly even warranted a second thought.

It started as a revenge plot or a horror film, depending on your perspective. An ending or an ending narrowly avoided. A tattoo or a scar.

It also started like this: the aftermath of obsession, a quest to understand a captivation that belonged more to himself than it did Louis. Hiding and observing from a distance until Daniel finally caught him. Until he finally caught Daniel.

And then it started again, with every gentle touch and every smile earned and every single breath that Daniel ever took when they were together. It started again, and again, and again, a perpetual novelty of shared experience. A fathomless depth of feeling. A life rebuilt from the ashes of an eternity of death.

But in those moments of weakness where he lets himself prod at the still-tender wound Daniel’s absence has gifted him, he thinks it truly started when Daniel first said I love you.

This is not the version of the story that Armand tells him.

“At first, I was just trying to keep an eye on you, out of precaution,” Armand says, matter of fact. He doesn’t enjoy this part of the story. “Louis had insisted I allow you to retain the memory of what we were, and it concerned me.”

“So you stalked me,” Daniel concludes, not incorrectly. “Couldn’t let your precious secret spill because some stupid kid has a big mouth.”

“Not how I would have phrased it, precisely, but yes.” Armand does smile now, a small, wistful thing. “You were a risk. A loose end.”

“Then why didn’t you just kill me?” Daniel leans forward somewhat, his elbows on his knees. “It would have been a hell of a lot more convenient.”

“Louis requested that I not,” Armand says, even though it’s only half true.

Daniel, as ever, is too clever not to notice. “Bullshit; you could’ve just wiped his mind, made him forget I ever existed. It’s not like you’re above it.”

Armand can’t pretend that doesn’t smart a bit, even if it is merited. “I don’t know,” he amends, and it is the most honest answer he can give but he can tell Daniel is still skeptical. “All these years later and I’m still not sure why I didn’t.”

“All right, then what happened after, once you realized I wasn’t a threat?” Daniel asks, though it is clear he intends on circling back to hunt fruitlessly for a more satisfying response to that question. That is fine by Armand; more time spent on useless inquiries allows him to delay the inevitable for longer. “Because it sure as shit didn’t take you twelve years to figure that out.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” Armand retorts darkly, eyes cutting to the dent in his wall. If he weren’t so desperate not to be by himself right now, he might expend more effort being angry about everything of his that Daniel has willfully destroyed. “I think you have more than proven yourself a capable threat, Mr. Molloy.”

“Answer the question,” Daniel says insistently, his mounting impatience evident. “And cut the ‘Mr. Molloy’ crap.”

Armand would roll his eyes if such a vulgar gesture were not so beneath him. “Fine, Daniel.” He means it to come out biting, but the familiar intimacy of using the name softens the word as it falls off his tongue. There’s a reason he’d been avoiding it. “One day, you noticed me following you and confronted me.”

This is the version of the story that Armand tells: he had been trailing Daniel for months, lurking from the depths of the shadows in alleyways or staying a comfortable number of paces behind him on the street. He had tracked him halfway across Europe, from Lisbon to Madrid to Vienna to Berlin. Until one night, with a lurch in his step from the liquor and a restless bouncing in his legs from the cocaine, Daniel lumbered his way to a bench on the sidewalk and plopped down onto it. Then, he looked Armand directly in the eye and gestured for him to join him.

“I know you’re there,” he had muttered, low and flippant under his breath. “I know what you are. You might as well come sit.”

Taken aback by the bluntness of the accusation, Armand hadn’t moved.

“You’ve been following me for a while now,” Daniel continued, presenting a front of bravery despite the frenetic vibrations in his nervous system, so sharp and chemical that Armand could almost taste them from a block away. “And I don’t just mean tonight; I saw you in Vienna, too. Why?”

(In that moment, Armand had been struck by Daniel’s curiosity in the face of danger, his overpowering need to know, to discover; even now, he finds it one of his more laudable qualities. The same drive that compels mankind to the depths of the ocean and the reaches of the cosmos. To build a plane and fly it, too; a surety in one’s own hands, one’s own mind, that Armand has never quite mastered in spite of all his years. He declines to say as much out loud, however.)

The vampire ignored Daniel’s question in favor of speaking inside of his head, issuing a warning borne of mercy and little else: You do not want me to come over there.

Daniel, in his infinite irreverence, let out a startled laugh. “Dude, how did you do that?”

In spite of his habitually neutral exterior, Armand could not quite hide his incredulity. Is that sincerely your greatest concern right now?

No, Daniel thought slowly, loudly, clearly testing out the waters of their telepathic connection. My greatest concern is the vampire that’s been following me around like a lost puppy for weeks now.

Five months, actually, Armand corrected, and he could feel a bemused grin settle over his features at the strange boldness of the interaction.

Shit, really?

Yes.

Bafflingly, Daniel seemed to have exchanged any lingering fear for a nervous sort of excitement at the prospect. Why?

I’ve been… Armand paused, unsure of how to finish that particular sentence. He tried again: You intrigue me.

At that, Daniel raised an eyebrow. You need to find a hobby, man.

Armand grinned wider, baring his teeth. I have.

***

“‘You intrigue me’ was not a real answer to that question,” Daniel interjects in the present. He doesn’t have his legal pad, but Armand can see his hand twitching in want of taking notes. It’s oddly flattering, he thinks, to be the subject of that impulse; perhaps, with the benefit of hindsight, he can understand some of Louis’s attraction to the interview process. “So what was?”

“It’s as real of an answer as I was capable of giving,” Armand says. “As I am capable of giving.”

After a beat, Daniel deadpans, “Nah, I call horseshit on that.”

“Is it really so difficult to believe that I might not know everything of my own motivations?” Armand cocks his head, before laughing quietly to himself. It is a sound altogether more resigned than it is haughty. “I know you think me a monster, Daniel—and a cold and calculating one at that—but you must remember I was a person once. I am cursed with all of the inadequacies and contradictions that that entails.”

“Don’t sell yourself so short,” Daniel quips, harsh and sarcastic. “Your inadequacies run way deeper than any human I’ve ever met.”

Armand graciously decides to let that slide. “You didn’t answer the question, either,” he says instead.

“Yeah, well.” The journalist shrugs. “I’m the one who’s meant to be asking them.”

“I suppose I’ll grant you that,” Armand replies, tone thoughtful. “But perhaps you could indulge me just this once.”

He can tell Daniel wants to snipe back at him, can hear the uncharitable words on the tip of his tongue as clearly as if he actually voiced them: Your spoiled ass has been indulged enough for ten lifetimes. Aloud, he says, “All right. Fine. Let’s say I believe you.” His gaze is unwavering where it meets Armand’s. “How did five months turn into twelve years?”

The truthful answer to that will be no easier for Daniel to swallow than the last, he knows. He says it anyway. “We fell in love.”

Daniel barks a disbelieving laugh, and Armand was expecting it but it still spears him through the gut. “If you’re not going to take this seriously, I’m happy to leave.”

The pain twists, contorts. He is hollow and aching, like his bones are bird bones, like he’s being carved out from the inside. “I am being deadly serious.”

“Okay, well maybe you had some fucked up, stalker-y sort of obsession, but—”

“You loved me back,” Armand interrupts, because he doesn’t care if Daniel believes him, because in the end it doesn’t really matter whether he says it or not. It is already leaking out of him, a drip in a faucet that beats a steady rhythm until it pounds into the skull. “We were in love, regardless of if you choose to accept it.”

“I don’t.”

Armand takes a steadying breath, bears down against the hurt and powers through. He’s done it before, after all. He’s done it through worse. “I can show you. I can make you remember.”

Daniel is quiet for a long time, and Armand knows he’s trying to come up with a reason to say no. Eventually he settles on one: “How could I be sure you’re not just manipulating my mind again?”

The vampire shrugs. It’s a fair question. “You can’t. But you can’t be sure I’m not lying about any of this, either, and that hasn’t stopped you yet.”

Another beat that is too long for Armand’s liking. Then, “Okay.”

“Okay?”

A shaky exhale, followed by a resolute nod. “Yeah.”

Armand smiles, a fragile little thing that feels entirely too vulnerable for his liking. He can’t help it. “Okay.”

[leafoflemon]

Practice Run - Part 3, Chapter 8

Thank you again for a being such a supporting and motivating audience! I'm sorry these past couple of chapters have been short, but bear with me! The next will most certainly not let you down!

[P1, Chp. 1], [P1, Chp. 2], [P1, Chp. 3], [P2, Chp. 4], [P2, Chp. 5] [P2, Chp. 6], [P3, Chp. 7], [P3, Chp. 9], [P3, Chp. 10]

Taglist: @uhnanix @daniel-meyer-03

Dedicated to the Server of Villains!

Twice x reader | Twice x fem!reader | Fluff | Jin Bubaigawara | Toga Himiko | League of Villains

Word Count: 509

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Unlike with the clone, Jin tried to take things a little slower with you. You both hung out like you normally did when you were just friends, but now Jin would hold your hand, or wrap his arm comfortingly around you. There were many times where you would hang out in each other’s rooms and simply watched a movie or cooked lunch and dinner for each other. 

On the third night of staying at the motel, you both finally told Toga the big news (that she already knew), and she pretended to be caught off guard. “What? For real?? No way!” she said with a large grin. “Heehee, I wonder what the rest of the league will say,” she added. 

“Well, Dabi already knows, he found out a few nights ago…” Jin replied.

Now that surprised Toga. “WHAT? You told him before you told me?” she pointed angrily at him.

“W-well, he just kinda figured it out on his own!” he rebutted. 

Toga turned her head away. “I don’t believe you!” she pouted.

“Oh, come on!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the whole exchange.

“Hey, back me up here!-- I’ve been abandoned, left to suffer,” he bemoaned dramatically; Mr. Compress would’ve applauded.

“I guess now that Dabi and Toga already know, that makes telling everyone else a little easier,” you said, wrangling the conversation back into order. “It shouldn’t be too hard, I don’t see why anyone would mind!” 

You were seriously trying to hope for the best; you had no idea what everyone else would say. The sheer fact that Dabi knew threw you off as much as it did Toga, and you didn’t know what he thought about the situation. Knowing him, though, there was a high chance that he didn’t care. But as for Shigaraki and Spinner, they were always pretty serious about their jobs, so you feared that they would assume your romance would get in the way of your work and kick you out. You weren’t worried about Mr. Compress’s reaction, at least; he seemed like he would be entertained to see a brand new dynamic introduced into the league! “Yeah, everything will be fine!”

“You don’t sound like it’s fine-- But you sure do look fine~,” said Jin.

You blushed and waved away. “I don’t even know when we’ll be able to tell them, we have no idea when we’ll regroup.”

“You’re right-- They’re taking their dead old time finding a new place to stay!-- But also fixing up whatever they’re planning next-- but hey, more time to hang out and take it easy!”

The break was definitely doing the three of you good. Toga and Jin still needed plenty of rest from the injuries they received from their last mission. Thanks to your quirk, Jin was easily able to pass off the soreness he felt from the bathroom incident as his pain coming back from his fractures, and he’d take pleasure in being held in your arms as you took the pain away.

I sure hope they’ll take longer, Jin thought.

[onboardsorasora]

would love to hear more about tennis player!dan. absolutely obsessed with him.

Omg, hi! *squee* I honestly didn't expect to get any asks about this. You've made my night honestly! I tried to be short but Danny's inherent chaos kinda took over.

Part 1 | Part 3

Daniel is floored, it's taking all of his effort to not walk around gawking at everything. So this was how the other side lived.

When Blake told them they were invited to the Monaco Grand Prix, he…..may have reacted poorly? That is to say he may have thrown his practice racquet at his manager in shock yelling 'be for fucking real'.

It was only Friday, but there was so much happening. It also didn't help that he had paparazzi, which to him didn't make any fucking sense. He was the least interesting person walking this grid right now. There were fucking celebrities being all glamorous and-and asking to take pictures with him?!

How was this his life???

Thank God for Scotty and Chloe because he hasn't seen Blake or Micheal since they entered the paddock. He'd been effectively swarmed, asked for his oh so knowledgeable racing predictions so many times by so many publications.

How's your prep for the French Open? - It's been great! My trainer, Micheal, hasn't like gone easy on me just because we won the Masters haha

You've been having a stellar season, what do you think attributed to your change in mindset? - Honestly, taking some time off to like just step away from the stress of the circuit for a bit. I've been doing this for so long it's easy to like get caught up in the spiral of like bad results. I think my results recently have been speaking for themselves.

Who do you thinks gonna take pole this weekend? - Uhh, Lance or Alonso? Maybe one of them can like take it to Red Bull haha

Do you think Max Verstappen can take it all? - Like I mean Fernando hopes not?

After all of that he'd been hiding out on Lawrence's yacht feverishly stalking looking at Max Verstappen's Instagram. It didn't start out that way. No, absolutely not. He was a classy guy.

Honestly, he'd been too busy with training camp and absolutely had no clue who half the drivers on the grid were. Big mistake because he didn't realize how fucking hot they were either.

Then Scotty dragged him from his hiding place, up and down the pitlane and he fucking met Christian Horner and the fucking man of his dreams maybe?

Too strong?

He'd barely added to the conversation. Empty head, no thoughts, just vibes. He couldn't help staring at the mole on Max's lip the whole time, he just...wanted to... press his thumb against it.

Lick it.

He was still blushing.

[l-norris]

It's race time in Italy! After a very tight Qualifying on Saturday we for sure can be excited for a mindboggling race, right?

DISCLAIMER: Remember that this is just for shits and giggles, I'm not trying to actually hate on any of the drivers cuz all (most) of them are very dear to me!

As always - numbers in brackets = lap numbers

- Formation lappp

- McLaren don't embarrass me I'm begging

- Both Red Bulls on Hards

- Help. Me.

- Nervous. Nervous. Nervous. Nervous.

- Formation lap complete.

- Guanyu taking an eternity to line up

- It's lights out and away we go!

- Amazing start from Lando

- Bottler no more

- We actually made it past turn 1!

- But yeah. Uh. Oscar and Charles bailed.

- What the hell happened here😭

- Heartbreak is one thing

- My ego another

- I beg you don't embarrass me motherfucker

- George went off in lap 1 and has damaged his front wing

- And refuses to box for it

- Daniel squeezes past Nico and almost makes him crash

- Nico pits (6)

- Yuki retires (8)

- This race is developing to be an absolute shitshow already

- Danny Ric 5-second-time-penalty (10)

- Nico 10-second-time-penalty (10)

- Crofty blasting Yuki's track record in Monza

- Leave the lil' guy alone Crofty

- George still hasn't pitted.

- Just as I'm writing this he's coming in LOL (12)

- Fernando pits (13)

- Lando in Charles' DRS (14)

- 👀👀👀

- Lando pits (15)

- Charles pits (16)

- Undercut time

- Oscar pits (17)

- Effectively still in front of Lando

- Charles complaining about his pitstop (17)

- Lando is stuck behind Alex

- AM I HEARING TEAMORDERS??? (18)

- ... Close enough, welcome back Hungarian GP 2024.

- This blog is now a McLaren F1 Team hater

- Actually taking the piss McLaren

- Kevin playing bumpercars with Pierre (22)

- "Papayarules" Mhm. Yup.

- Lando being told he's allowed to race Oscar (24)

- What are McLaren cooking

- 10-second-time-penalty for Kevin (26)

- Race ban when?

- Refilling my jug because I sweated all of it out in the span of this race so far (27)

- Danny Ric is out for blood today

- Lando fastest lap (29)

- Oscar fastest lap (30)

- I think Zandvoort was just a one-off strategy wise

- "He gives me the position and then he races me?"

- Yeah, that's how F1 works Checo (32)

- Lando pits (33)

- "Just in case Ferrari tries to do something clever"

- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

- Checo pits (36)

- This race can't get any more chaotic tbh

- McLaren asking Oscar if they could do a One-Stop??

- Absolutely not lmfao

- Should've extended the stint or something idk I'm not a strategist

- George is also out for blood

- Oscar pits (39)

- Lando and Max are racing

- Help me

- Lando overtakes Max (41)

- Max pits (42)

- Oscar gets really close to Carlos (45)

- And he does it!

- Oscar is up in P2

- If we can't have the 1-2 give me a McLaren double podium at least🥲

- Lando passes Carlos (48)

- Max complains (49)

- 3 laps to go

- Charles is still first

- Mixed feelings tbh

- Last lap starts

- Il Predestinato is still first

- HE WINS IN MONZA (AGAIN)

- "Just in case Ferrari tries to do something clever"

- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *end quote*

- ... yeah.🤐

- We're gonna hear the Italian anthem a second time today

- "Could McLaren have one-stopped?" "Yeah."

- "Should they have one-stopped?"

- YES! FUCKING YES THEY SHOULD'VE!!!!

- sorry - temperament

- Sidenote: Kmag raceban in Baku

- Rip bro you will be missed

- Step aside Kmag Ollie will take over the wheel now.

- Another sidenote: Franco finished his debut race in P12! Good on him. Good on him.

- Another another sidenote: Alex finished in the points! Yay Albpoints!

- Feel free to add on!

... Yeah.

The emotions I was feeling during this race were heavily mixed, like it took me a little to finally feel happy for Charles lol.

Don't get me wrong, I'm happy he finally won again, but McLaren with their shit strategy calls just... take the wind out of everything, I guess. It's hard being a McLaren AND Ferrari fan🥹

Anyways, see y'all in Baku!

[nectar-cellar]

what was your inspiration to create your main oc?

thank you for sending me this ask @drawing-way-outside-the-lines @tau1tvec 💞💞

i wrote a really long response below i won’t blame you if you can’t read the whole thing lmfao 😭 but i had fun thinking about my ocs and writing it!

i made amir way back in april 2020 (3 years ago!!!!). his appearance was at first loosely based on some attractive guy i saw on instagram, then i kept tweaking and refining his features based on a handful of other face claims until he took on a more unique look of his own. i always wanted to keep the strong straight brows, deep-set tired eyes, and sharp pointy nose, those are his defining features to me.

personality-wise, at first i did not have one in mind for him. i just thought he should be a serious, intense kind of guy, to match his appearance. he reminded me of some of the male protagonists in YA novels i read, so that was what i associated him with: a guy who would have to go on a journey of some sort.

the more pics i took of him, the more he kind of reminded me of someone i knew, and i thought some aspects of that person’s personality would really fit this character. actually, a handful of people i’ve known/met. so there’s definitely a real-life influence there. a lot of my ocs have borrowed character traits from people i know/knew irl - is that weird? i feel like it’s the easiest to imagine an oc with certain traits/behaviours when i can draw from real observations, feelings, relationships etc. it makes them more “real” and personal to me.

i wanted a character who would struggle with himself, who was flawed, but who would still strive to do the right thing as best as he could. he had to be a good person, at heart.

i also thought it’d be interesting to see how a masculine character from a strict and traditionalist background would struggle with accepting his own queer identity, and with dating another person who was visibly queer in a small town where they’d both stick out like sore thumbs. 

which brings me to dani (she/they), birth name daniel. at first, when i made dani, i just had the idea to create a sad, lonely and dejected young person who lived in sunset valley, who hated the seemingly idyllic and sunny suburban town, who wanted more than anything to leave and never look back. i can definitely imagine sunset valley to be a strongly conservative, traditional white-picket-fence kind of neighbourhood and i felt like it could be the kind of oppressive place a queer and closeted person would hate. that was where i got the idea that dani was a trans person who could not be out (yet) for the sake of their own safety and survival (in their story, not in these studio pics). the shortening of the name is one small way she tries to take back some sort of control over her self-expression and identity. i think dani’s background is a pretty familiar story for a lot of queer people and it was inspired by a lot of coming out stories i’ve read. as for dani’s face claim, i’ve tweaked their face so many times that i can’t even remember if i had one to begin with...

i thought that amir and dani would actually make an interesting couple because they have a lot in common: they’re both introverts, outsiders to sunset valley, in the middle of their journey of self-discovery, lonely, and 2 hopeless romantics yearning to be seen and accepted and loved.

so yeah that was my inspiration behind creating them and making them a couple. this idea of two people who find each other by chance and they just get each other and they can hardly believe it and they think they’re meant to be forever.

[tryan-a-bex]

Writing patterns meme

Rules: Share the opening of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns!

From this post by @dancinbutterfly https://www.tumblr.com/dancinbutterfly/735744268412534784?source=share

I'll mull about patterns here because I put the last two after the cut due to warnings. So, about half of them start with dialogue, which is how I started writing--a lot of dialogue, minimal else things. The other half start by getting inside someone's head--internal dialogue, basically, so not that different I guess. Also I try to start with something funny or at least interesting, to hook the reader? I don't know if it works.

Endless Family Trick or Treating

“It’s not a sphere!” argued Dream, swinging his jack-o’-lantern trick-or-treat bucket against the leg of his vampire costume. “It is a sphere!” insisted Desire, twirling the tail of their demon costume in their hand again. “I learned it in school and it’s round like a ball so it’s a sphere.”

2. Velma Meets the Family

Velma stared at the gently lapping water of the river, leaning her elbows on the railing. The rest of the gang was fast asleep in their motel, but she hadn’t been able to sleep so she’d come outside to think. The water sounds were restful, but her mind refused to stop whirling. 

3. Freddy the Robot Vacuum

It was amazing what a person could get used to. Hob had enjoyed his first robot vacuum. It was nice, and not a very difficult adjustment, to get used to the vacuuming being done automatically for him while he was out. The little phone app notifications were cute, and he was only human so he anthropomorphized his vacuum, naming it Freddy. Getting used to the anthropomorphic personification of dreams hanging around in his flat… took a bit more time.

4. Life is but a Dream

Rose put her head down on the desk. Why? Why would the words come in the middle of the night, and never when she had her laptop out and on? She’d even tried writing her thoughts down, but found that she actually couldn’t make out her sleepy handwriting in the morning. She looked at the tumblr icon on her desktop, sighed, and got up to get a cup of tea instead. That would be a shorter distraction. Probably.

5. Death is not easy to cheat

Unity poured tea in both cups and sat down across from Rose, pushing the plate of cookies toward her. “How are you doing, dear? You look tired.” “Oh, Unity! It’s been so stressful lately! I can’t seem to think of the right words when I sit down to work on my novel, but then they keep me awake in the middle of the night, you know? And during the day Lyta is either freaking out about Daniel being with Uncle Morpheus and Hob, or freaking out about him being so white and growing up so fast.

6. Trials of a Shapeshifter in Love

“Lucienne has been working so hard lately,” Gault explained to the Dream King’s head cook. “I’d like to do something nice for her. I was thinking a surprise romantic dinner over candlelight in the library.” “Ah, yes, I think she would appreciate that very much.” They put their heads together to plan the meal when suddenly Gault heard a familiar voice from the hallway.  “So, what have you already tried?” Lucienne asked. “Hell, all the normal plunging and clawing didn’t fucking fix the goddamned blockage, and it’s a fucking hassle taking the whole damned drain apart all the way back into the fucking wall.” 

7. Naga No-Go

“Lucienne.” Lucienne’s head popped up from the book she was studying. Lord Morpheus’ summons sounded just a little bit more… strained than usual. She turned her head, using her raven senses to triangulate the direction of the summons. His chambers??? This… could not be good.

8. Which Witch (Okay I'm cheating here because this isn't published yet. but if you want more, let me know and I'll post it on ao3 or send you a link.)

“You can’t just come in here without a warrant.” The cantankerous old witch put her hands on her hips and stood squarely in the doorway. Eldie sighed and rubbed the shaved hair at the nape of her neck. “Please let me come in, ma’am. Your daughter hired me to clean and cook and help you out, and I can’t help if you don’t let me in.” “I don’t need help, you shameless hussy! Who does she think she is, that gossiping busy-body! I’m fine here by myself. You can go now!”

Okay, under the cut are mentions of spiders, and non-con body horror. (The fic is not bad, the backstory from canon is, and that's where I started.)

9. Arachnophilia (mentions of spiders)

Zelda stared down at the cafeteria mac and cheese on her plate. The only thing appetizing about the middle school cafeteria food was that her mother wasn’t glaring at her and criticizing how she did or didn’t eat it. Instead, everyone ignored her, tucked into a corner. She would feel hurt about being shunned if she had any desire at all to interact with the other children. She didn’t. She closed her eyes and shoved a forkful into her mouth, thinking about her science project to distract herself from the taste. Spider webs were actually incredibly strong for the size of the filament, and they came in such an extraordinary variety of shapes and sizes. She couldn’t wait to get back to the library for more research. She opened her eyes as she swallowed, scooping up more food and quickly scanning the room. 

10. The Order of the Knights of the Dreaming (the actual fic I wrote is pretty sweet without much actual violence, but Alice's backstory from InCryptids is intense, so skip this next paragraph if you don't like mentions of non-con and body horror)

Alice closed her eyes and felt her memories and skin being ripped from her once again. It hadn’t actually been like that. In real life, she hadn’t figured out her memories were being adjusted for years, and she’d undergone the flensing willingly. But once she learned that her mind had been altered without her knowledge and that removing her skin had not been necessary but was done for the profit of her “uncle,” well, the nightmares about being violated had been unceasing. 

If you made it this far, congratulations, consider yourself no-pressure tagged!

[jayceguthric]

you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed JAYCE GUTHRIE walking by . don’t tell me you don’t know who HE is ? they kind of look like glen powell and i could be wrong but i think that they might be thirty-four years old right now . they’ve been living in palmview for 5 years and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of han solo from star wars . if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working as a bar owner . you see this town isn’t really that big of a place , some folks like to call them the arcane of palmview ! they took a liking to the name too after a while , go figure . oh crap , they must have heard me yapping , they’re coming this way . i got to warn you though , rumor has it they can pretty cynical at times . i wouldn’t take it too seriously though , from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty charismatic to me . we see each other all the time since they live in that one bedroom apartment beside me over in seaglass gardens . i better leave you to it , it was nice meeting you .

𝐿𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭…

Jayce was brought into this world by Kat Daniels and Charlie Hoek, 18 and 21 year old med school students attending the University of Virginia out in the east. Two students that had their whole life ahead of them and, together, made the mistake of attending a new years party that put them in this position of being parents.

Giving him up for adoption was on the table before he ended up on the table, getting cleaned up by figures his fresh eyes couldn't make out. But inevitably, they both decided to try to take care of their son while also staying in school. And they tried. They did all they could to raise this little boy, even if after 6 months, the two new parents couldn't see eye to eye and ultimately decided to break it off and co-parent now, or wait until the boy was old enough to take hold of his own life and split when it didn't affect him as much. But at 2 years old, Jayce found him himself in the adoptive system, parentless as they ceased parenthood responsibilities and decided Jayce's life would be better if he was raised by people that could give him the attention and life he needed and they wanted him to have while they continued on with their lives before he existed.

They figured it wouldn't take a toll on Jayce, knowing once he was older he wouldn't even remember who his real parents were and accept his adoptive parents as his own. But once he was adopted at 3, that wasn't the tale that unrivaled. His adoptive parents were alcoholics looking for money, and for someone to take care of them instead of the toddler.

Jayce became a little man, taking care of himself. Of course, he took care of his adoptive parents too. He wasn't stupid; he saw what he needed required something in return and they were his way of getting materials. Or maybe his young heart was still beating and he only saw good. Maybe he didn't see the bad until he was a teenager and those people showed how heartless they were.

In his teen years, he didn't spend too much time at home. Instead of taking care of his adoptive parents knowing they were his source of materials, he became a kleptomaniac. One with a good heart still, but saw the world with rose colored glass- needing to do what he needed to get by.

Sure, Jayce found himself in a great deal of trouble with the police here and there. But it definitely came with a popularity status in school. Perhaps around town too...

Just like his biological parents, ironically, he applied for med school. Even if he was labeled as a bad seed, he was a smarter one that grazed school with As and Bs that got him here. And of course, he got the hell out of that house the second he turned 18 and got his own place on campus.

Jayce met someone in college, wasting no time dicking around the rich, i-own-a-tesla, town. And for once, he felt like he was being taken care of. Or was loved for someone to actually think about him outside of themselves. He looked at it as an infatuation, as all the girls he had been with in his high school career (unpaid, overworked.. but it sure came with experience) liked the status that came with being with him. They liked the aesthetic of the male and knew little about him.

Sure Jayce wasn't an open-book; being a klepto, he might have gotten better with lying and making things sound so animated and without hesitation that his lies passed with flying colors when people asked him about himself. There wasn't much he wanted to share- out of embarrassment? Perhaps, but he felt like no one needed to know that side of him. He didn't want to put his character arc out there. He didn't want to feel vulnerable to someone when he was vulnerable once and only raised himself from there.

But with this girl, he wasn't embarrassed. He was comfortable and built a trust there he had with no one when it came to his well being.

At 29, years later, they found out they were pregnant. The thought scared him, but they were in good positions. He loved this girl, and he felt the need to be better than both pairs of his parents. He felt the need to never put someone else in his position if it was under his control.

4 months into the pregnancy, after a long shift, he walked in on his partner with someone else, Unraveled. And him too, officially became unraveled himself.

When he found out the child being beared wasn't his own, that the affair had been going under the radar for months, jayce vanished. With just a Jansport slung over his shoulder, he drove into the night. Slept in his car for weeks, driving to nowhere daily. Eventually he knew he had to reach a stop point, and his friend called him with a proposal to open a bar down in Florida. The 29 year old, going on 30, was at an all time low, but he knew what he was doing wasn't going to get him far. Eventually he would run out of money, and going back to his sticky finger tendencies would only make his life worse now that he wasn't a juvenile...and on top of that it sounded juvenile. He took the bait and found himself in palmview, florida- without a thought and without looking back as a new version of himself, one that he been brewing since the day he was born.

[obscureenthusiast]

you HAVE to post some of Sha're and Teal'c party time. I am on my knees. I have been robbed by the universe. Only you, the universe's insurance adjuster, can

YOOOOOO how did I just know you'd be in my inbox demanding Sha're content, you, the person I conned into watching Stargate with Sha're/Daniel content >:3

So, "Sha're and Teal'c Party Time" is a lil fic that I've been working on for a bit. It of course takes place in my as-yet-unpublished "Sha're Lives" AU, in which Forever in a Day ends with them capturing a heavily-injured Amuanet. The events that unfold from there are a full fic in their own right (in fact, it's one of the fics in my WIPs list), but long story short, they get the snake out of Sha're's head and the series proceeds more or less as usual except Sha're is living on Earth and her and Daniel get to be stupid and domestic and also Skaara shows up like WAY more because of course he's gotta visit his fuckin' sister.

But the MAIN premise of the "Sha're and Teal'c Party Time" fic is that it's the start of their friendship. Sha're is living in the SGC while she learns about Earth Stuff and gets her forged paperwork sorted out, and Daniel has to go home and start gaslighting his neighbors reminding his neighbors that he has a wife from Egypt who he's definitely totally mentioned and who is finally getting through the immigration system to come and live with him. Sha're wakes up from a nightmare and ends up running into Teal'c at 4am breakfast and then they start like... talking about stuff!

(Frankly, this is 100% about me pursuing my headcanon that Teal'c watches pro-wrestling and that Sha're would get into it via him... but it's also about becoming besties with a person who's done things that altered the course of your life forever and how to begin again when you're both brand new versions of yourself and also also it's about alien solidarity.)

Gonna put snippets below the cuuuuuut:

When she stepped into the mess, she had a book tucked under her arm and her hair pulled back from her face with one of the bright scarves Janet had gifted her. It wasn’t much, but the flower pattern set her apart even when she was wearing the same dark blue fatigues that so many SGC personnel wore. She half-heartedly grabbed herself a bowl of oatmeal and a cup of some type of fruit juice (she would have to inquire what a “cran-apple” was later, for the simple paper sign taped to the dispenser gave her no other clues and the mess staff at this early hour seemed too rushed and sleepless to bother with questions). As she turned to find a table, though, she stopped short. Teal’c stood in front of her, looking impassive as usual. If he was surprised to see Sha’re up this early, he wasn’t showing it in any way that she could spot.  “Good morning, Sha’re Jackson,” he said. Sha’re smiled a little, meeting his gaze cautiously. “Good morning, Teal’c.” For a moment they were both silent and Sha’re swallowed, glancing around the mess hall quickly, looking for a seat even as she tried to continue conversationally, “I’m sorry, I did not realize you took your morning meal this early.” “I generally do not. I am here for a hot tea,” Teal’c replied. “I apologize for disturbing you if your intent was to avoid me.” Sha’re blinked in surprise and turned her gaze back to Teal’c, frowning. “What? I…” she flushed slightly, shaking her head. “No, Teal’c, I wasn’t trying to avoid you. I… I couldn’t sleep.”

annnnnd a second one just because I know you're rabid:

She settled into a seat and cast a furtive glance toward where Teal’c was gathering his tea and turning to walk to her table. …Frankly, she feared that the past still sat as solidly as a wall between them. How does one begin again on friendly terms with the man who had, albeit under duress and servitude, delivered her to the fate that had kept her chained for two years? Sha’re closed her eyes momentarily, breathing in and back out again with carefully deep breaths, letting her lungs fill up completely and holding for a heartbeat before she slowly let the air back out again, trying to clear the anxiety from her mind. Janet had given her several methods to employ when she was feeling overwhelmed. She opened her eyes just as Teal’c settled into the chair across from her, his hands cupped around a steaming mug. He was looking at the book she’d brought with her, which she’d left sitting thoughtlessly on the table beside her plate. “The history of spaceflight,” Teal’c said, speaking the book’s subject flatly. His eyes glanced up to meet hers. “How are you enjoying it?” Sha’re shrugged, reaching out to slide the book closer to herself, idly picking at the edges of the pages. “It feels strange, I suppose,” she admitted. “When Daniel used to tell me of the technology of his world, it all seemed so… strange and powerful. How could it not be? They had killed Ra with their weapons.” She smiled wryly, shrugging again and looking at Teal’c. “And now when I read these descriptions, I can only see how small, how…” She squinted, trying to find the right word in English somewhere in her mind. “How lesser? Like these things are made of… flimsy things compared to what the Goa’uld have accomplished.”

maybe someday my brain will return from the war (the thousand projects and hobbies and responsibilities) and allow me to just. BLAST through a bunch of Sha're stuff for posting SPECIFICALLY for you <3