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roosterforme · 2 years ago

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The Younger Kind Part 8 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley is having a hard time trying to convince himself that being with you is wrong, but he plans another date anyway. You're floating on cloud nine after Saturday night, but you're quickly brought back down to earth the next time you see him. Lucky for you, Bradley more than makes up for his indiscretion at the end of the night.

Warnings: Smut, angst, swearing, fluff, and age gap (18+)

Length: 4900 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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Bradley was completely stunned, sitting on his living room couch with his soft cock hanging out of his jeans. He heard you start your car, and he saw your tail lights shine through the window blinds as you backed out of his driveway and drove away.

After nearly a year of being touched by nobody but himself, you got him off so good, he still couldn't move ten minutes later.

"Holy shit," he whispered to his silent living room. You had just given him the best blowjob of his life. His entire life. Bradley had been with his fair share of women, gotten more head than he could keep track of. But you were the best. Hands down, the fucking best he had ever had.

Maybe it was because it had been so long since he'd been with someone, but he tended to believe it was just you. He was so attracted to you, he should have known you would absolutely blow his mind like that. He should have known you would show up Amanda and Grace and Talia and become the only one he was thinking about.

Then Bradley cradled his face in both of his hands. You had caught him ready to jerk off with your sweatshirt, moaning your name. How fucking embarrassing. And then you'd agreed to do him a favor and get him off. Your words echoed through his mind, "I can help you with that. If you want."

But you were unattainable. Off limits. The babysitter. Noah was so attached to you. When Nat found out, she was going to lose her mind. And probably not in a good way. Because Bradley was a thirty six year old man with a ridiculous crush on a woman twelve years younger than him.

He forgot to pay you before you left. Oh god, how was he supposed to pay you after you sucked his cock for him? He was starting to feel worse and worse now.

Before he could change his mind, he grabbed his phone and messaged back the first random woman who was trying to chat with him in the app. He'd set up another date. He'd set up a million more dates if he needed to. If he didn't get you out of his mind, he'd have to find a different babysitter and break Noah's heart. And probably his own as well.

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You were still giggly the next day. You couldn't stop thinking about Bradley. You'd given him a blowjob. He had been moaning your name! You wanted to do that again. Maybe he felt the same way about you that you did about him. Your heart was pounding.

After several texts from Greyson, you decided to keep ignoring him. You had a lot of schoolwork to catch up on, and it didn't help that you knew how big Bradley's dick was and how he tasted. He was bigger and better than Greyson in every way. It wasn't making your day easier envisioning Bradley's eyes practically rolling into the back of his head while you sucked him off, but you indulged in the memories anyway.

The fact that you were masturbating to the thought of him cumming in your mouth when Bradley texted you on Sunday evening should have embarrassed you. But it did not. It made you feel even hotter for him. You really hoped this was him making the next move.

Any chance you're free to come over on Wednesday when you finish your classes?

You bit your lip and squealed, forcing yourself to wait more than five seconds before you texted him back. And when you did, it was with a giddy smile.

I can head over right after class, Daddy. See you on Wednesday.

He didn't end up writing back, but you knew he was busy. So you spent the week avoiding Greyson as much as you could. And when you saw Penny when you were out taking a walk, she waved you down.

"How are things working out with Bradley and Noah?" she asked you with a smile.

Your mind returned to the velvet feel of his erection gliding over your tongue and the broken, raspy groans of his delicious orgasm.

"Oh, so far so good," you said before pressing your lips together. "Noah is the sweetest child in the world. And Bradley, well. He's actually kind of sweet too."

Penny just laughed and nodded her head. "He really is. When my bartenders found out he's dating again, they both lost their minds. I was thinking about trying to see if he was interested in going out with either of them."

Your heart suddenly felt like it was resting against your lungs, making it difficult to breathe. "Oh. Do they seem like his type?"

Penny laughed harder now. "Bradley's type is female."

Okay, that you did believe. Or rather, you believed any woman who was into guys would be into Bradley. As long as you were cool with Noah, the man was the total package.

"He only has the most wonderful things to say about you, too," Penny added with a smile. "He said that even though you're so young, he knows he can trust you with Noah. And I don't think he would say that about very many people."

You couldn't decide if that was a compliment or a slight against your age. And when you drove to his house after your final class on Wednesday, you started to feel awkward. Neither of you had mentioned the fact that the last time you were here, you'd had his dick in your mouth.

"Hi," you called out when you let yourself in, and Noah came running to greet you at the door. You scooped him up in a hug and started to carry him to the kitchen. "Where's your dad?"

Noah just kind of shrugged. "Getting dressed." When you set Noah down at the kitchen table, you immediately noticed a coffee cup sitting on the kitchen counter with Princess scrawled across it.

You picked it up and took one sip of the French vanilla latte, and then you heard Bradley's voice. "Hey. Princess." You spun around with a bright smile on your face, but his expression had you immediately biting your lip and furrowing your brow. He looked confused and irritated and maybe a little sad. None of those expressions were right for his handsome face.

"Hi," you said softly, hoping you could make him smile. "What are your plans for tonight? Going to try to give me a sore throat again?"

His gaze dropped to the floor, and then you really took in what he was wearing. A nice shirt and chinos. He was going out. He hadn't invited you over to see you at all.

"Um, actually," he muttered, but you cut him off.

"Actually, you're going on another date?"

"Yeah." He nodded and briefly met your eyes. "Someone from the app."

He only needed to use you to get his rocks off so he could go out with someone else. God, you were so fucking stupid. He didn't want you at all. He probably thought of you as practically a child. And maybe he found you attractive enough to think filthy things about you, and allow you to suck his dick, but that was it.

"Okay, have a great time," you said, setting the coffee cup down on the counter. You didn't want another sip.

"Princess," he whispered, reaching out for you. But you managed to sidestep him as you sat down next to Noah and picked up a coloring book.

"I hope she's as much fun for you as I was on Saturday night," you said, biting down hard on your lip to keep from screaming at him.

You felt his presence behind you to the point you could almost feel the warmth of his body. But he didn't say anything, he just placed your coffee cup on the table in front of you, spinning it until the writing was facing you.

"Thanks for the coffee. I hope you find what you're looking for tonight."

You heard him swallow hard, and then he kissed Noah's head, and then he was gone. And you were left to color some dinosaurs with the kid you wanted to spend all your time with. Too bad his dad was sending you so many mixed signals, you felt like crying.

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Bradley felt like an asshole the entire time he was with Gabby. She seemed really sweet, but he couldn't stop thinking about what you said to him. As if you weren't what he was looking for.

In all actuality, you really were not what he was looking for. But you seemed to be exactly what he wanted. But wanting someone and having long term compatibility were two completely different things.

"So...." Gabby said for the third time. Bradley could barely focus on her or his dinner. "Tell me more about yourself, Bradley."

He started rambling on about work or some shit. He wasn't even really sure. This conversation was painful compared to the way you and he were together. Or at least the way you and he were before he started to fuck everything up between the two of you. The drunk kissing was bad enough, but the blowjob was just the nail in the coffin of the flirting with you that had him absolutely smitten in the first place.

Now Gabby was saying something about her job, and he couldn't handle it anymore. "Gabby? Sorry, but I think I'm just too distracted for this tonight."

She glared at him across the table. "Yeah, I noticed. I don't care how handsome you are if you're going to be rude. Pull your head out of your ass next time you ask someone out."

"I'm sorry," he muttered as she stood up to leave, and not a minute later, the waiter arrived with both meals.

He looked at Bradley cautiously. "Can you pack both of those to go? Please?" Bradley asked. He was going to have to leave this guy a hefty tip, but that was fine.

He had barely been gone for an hour and a half, and that included driving to the far end of the city. When he pulled into his driveway, he grabbed both meals, and made sure he called out from the front door. "I'm back."

You popped around the corner with Noah in your arms, and Bradley's heart leapt. "You're early," you said in surprise. "We're just about to get in bed." Bradley could tell how tired Noah looked, but he could barely take his eyes off you.

"Do you want to sing with us, daddy?" Noah asked with a yawn, and Bradley was of course drawn to the two of you like his life depended on it.

"Of course, bub." A minute later, Bradley was watching you tuck his son into bed while you sang a ridiculous song about dinosaurs that sounded made up. But Noah knew all the words too, and you were both laughing.

"Night, kiddo," you whispered, brushing his hair back from his forehead. Then you slipped past Bradley without another look in his direction. When he gently reached for your hand, you yanked yourself free and kept walking.

Bradley quickly kissed Noah, and then he was following you into the kitchen where you were packing up Noah's art supplies without a word. There was an open bag of Skittles on the table next to some of your textbooks, and Bradley didn't want you packing those things up. They looked like they belonged there.

He cleared his throat. "I brought dinner back for you. If you want it."

You laughed a little sarcastically. "I'm not eating another woman's leftovers, but thanks anyway, Bradley." You put your books into your tote bag, and Bradley took a step closer to you.

"Princess," he whispered, and your eyes fluttered closed for a beat. He wanted you, and at times like this, he felt like you wanted him, too. "It's not leftovers. My date bailed before the food came out."

Your stomach growled when he opened the takeout containers, and you rolled your eyes. "Fine. I'm starving." He let you pick between the two meals, and you chose the one he had ordered for himself. He didn't care, he'd eat his date's food. He could barely even remember what her name was at this point, because you were plating and microwaving the entrees like you lived here.

"I'll just eat quickly, and then I'll be out of your hair," you told him, taking a bite of his filet mignon. Bradley settled down into the seat next to you. He wanted more than anything to talk with you, but he didn't know how. Not after what he let you do last time you were here. So he just took a few bites of food and watched you.

"Your date bailed early? What did you do?" you asked between bites of steak. Bradley watched your eyes flash with mischief. "Does she know what you did to get those free coffees from the barista?"

Bradley chuckled and shook his head.

"Oh my god, did you insult her after she told the waitress to hold the salad dressing?" you said, biting into your plush, glossy lip. Then your expression clouded a bit. "She didn't say something negative about Noah?"

Bradley scraped the last bite of his food onto his fork and finished eating. "No. Actually I didn't even get to mention Noah. And I have no idea if she ordered a salad. I can't even remember if I had a salad, Princess. I was so distracted all night."

"Why were you distracted?" you asked softly while Bradley took both plates to the sink.

He reached into the refrigerator and opened a beer, drinking half of it while he decided what he wanted to say to you. You popped a red Skittle followed by two yellow ones into your mouth, and the movement of your jaw took him back to Saturday night. His cock hitting the back of your throat. His hands on your jaw and your face. Those pretty lips wrapped around his balls.

"Princess," he groaned, and he watched you shove the last few Skittles into your mouth before jumping to your feet.

"Well, I'm going to head out," you said a bit breathlessly. "Oh, and thanks for dinner and for clarifying that these were not sloppy seconds."

Bradley set his beer on the counter and followed you out into his living room, your tote bag swaying along with your ass in your tiny shorts. "Fuck, Princess. Wait. Please?"

"What?" you asked, glancing back over your shoulder.

Bradley reached out and ran his fingers along your cheek inhaling the scent of wildflowers. "My date bailed, because I was awful. I wasn't paying any attention to her. I can barely even remember what she looked like."

You turned to face him. "What was her name?"

He shook his head. "I can't fucking remember. All I can remember is you. Even when I'm not with you. That's why she hightailed it out of the restaurant."

You pressed your lips together, but you didn't back away when Bradley stepped into your personal space. "You've been thinking about me?" you asked in barely a whisper.

"Nonstop, Princess. And you wanna know about sloppy seconds? Anyone else ever gives me a blowjob, and I'll be thinking about you the entire time."

Your lips parted on a soft gasp. "Oh."

He nodded, stroking his thumb across your lips. "Best I ever had. I already couldn't stop thinking about you, and that just made it a hundred times worse."

"Bradley," you whispered, pressing yourself against him. He didn't move as you eased yourself up onto your toes and kissed him. You nibbled softly on his lips and sighed, then looked up at him like you felt the same way he did.

It was so innocent, so fucking sweet. Or it would have been if Bradley wasn't wrapping both hands around your hips and licking the seam of your lips. You parted them immediately for him as your arms came up to wrap around his neck. Bradley tasted your tongue and grunted when he felt your fingers running through his hair.

He broke the kiss and let his hands slide down to palm your ass. "You taste like Skittles. I love Skittles."

You smiled up at him. "Sorry, I didn't save you any." Bradley planted his lips on the side of your neck and listened to you moan and dig your fingers in his hair.

"I don't deserve any, remember?" he asked, rubbing his mustache below your ear. "I'm a peasant. You're the princess."

You made a soft sound that went right to Bradley's cock as you guided his lips back to yours. "Last time you kissed me, you were drunk," you whispered to him before mashing your lips against his. You were pushing him, walking him back toward the couch, and Bradley couldn't help but go where you wanted him to.

He sat down a little hard against the cushions, his head tipped back to look up at you. "Yeah. I was kind of drunk. And that was a sin, because my memories are a little fuzzy. And you deserve to be remembered with crystal clarity, Princess."

"Do I?" you asked coyly, standing between his spread legs and clasping your hands in front of you.

Bradley reached out with his right hand and ran his knuckles up and down your thigh. "Listen, Princess. Your lips wrapped around my cock will fuel my fantasies for years to come, but right now I want my mouth involved as much as possible."

You were instantly climbing into his lap, straddling his hips and pressing your mouth to his again. Bradley welcomed you back into his arms like you belonged there. You peppered some kisses to his lips and mustache before you pulled away from him a little bit with a smile. You were irresistible, and he was grinning right back at you.

"Okay, go ahead," you told him, gripping his hair and tipping his head away from you. Bradley grunted as your little denim shorts rubbed against his pants creating some friction. "Try to kiss me better than you did after you were out drinking the other night. Because I thought it was pretty great, actually."

He let you tug his hair which was making him throb for you. "What do I get if I win?"

You moaned softly. "The satisfaction of a job well done?"

He shook his head. "Not good enough."

You laughed. "A pat on the back?"

"No," he said, stroking your cheek with his fingers and coaxing your lips closer to his. "I want a fifty percent share of all Skittles consumed in my house."

You gasped so theatrically, he laughed out loud. "That's scandalous. Twenty five percent, or I'm leaving," But you were inching closer and closer to him.

"Deal, Princess," he whispered against your lips, and now he found himself trying to outdo any kisses that came before you. It actually wasn't hard. You'd been his best the last time you were here. Now he wanted to be the best for you. He started off slow now, his fingers teasing along your cheeks and all over your neck. He knew his mustache was prickling along your lip, but you seemed to like it as you were grinding against him a little bit now.

Bradley made sure he was using just the right amount of pressure with his lips, always drawing you back to his kisses. The little sounds at the back of your throat were encouraging, as were your fingers which had dipped inside his shirt at the back of his neck.

He sucked gently on your bottom lip now as his hands found their way to your waist. He nibbled softly on your lip before releasing it, and he was so pleased to see he had kissed off all of your lipgloss. Now your lips just looked extra pouty, and your eyes were needy.

"How am I doing so far?" he teased, kissing along your chin and your jaw, eventually letting his lips settle on the front of your neck.

"You must really want those Skittles," you gasped, head tipped back as he worked his mouth against your soft skin. He sucked gently on you there, nearly thrusting against you as you rubbed yourself on him. "Oh!"

And then his hands were a little rougher, squeezing your hips and wrapping around the back of your neck. You leaned into him, clearly not afraid of what his body was demanding as he tasted your tongue and your teeth. He felt your hands on his chest and abs. He could feel your warmth against his cock as you rocked your body into his. He could feel your nipples, hard and rubbing his chest through too much fabric.

"Princess?" he asked, his lips brushing against yours.

"Yeah, okay," you said, gasping against his lips, kissing him between sentences. "You win. Twenty five percent of the Skittles. They are yours."

He kissed you, laughing against your lips. "That's really nice and all, baby. But I'd rather taste you right now?"

"Me?" you asked softly, putting a few inches between your mouth and his.

"I want to know if you taste sweet all over, Princess. Will you let me find out?" he asked, stroking his index finger along the zipper of your shorts. He was gauging your reaction to him as you bit your lip and tried to squeeze your thighs together.

"You want to go down on me?" you whispered, hands gasping along his abs.

He nodded. "Real fucking bad, Princess."

You licked your swollen lips and whimpered. "Okay, Daddy."

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Bradley had been so sweet, his brown eyes like something from your dreams. His lips and his hands were all over you, turning you on and making you so wet. But now he wanted to taste you? Find out if you were sweet?

As soon as you called him Daddy again, he had the front of your shorts open, and you were lying on the couch on your back with his big body over yours.

A moan escaped your lips as soon as he eased his hand inside the front of your underwear and over your clit, and then his mouth was on yours, devouring you. You were making little noises against his lips as he stroked you just the way you liked to touch yourself. It was like he knew how crazy this would make you. And when his other hand ended up inside your shirt, pulling down your bra and stroking your nipples, you groaned his name.

"You're soaking wet," he said, rubbing his mustache along your jaw in time with his fingers as they worked their way down toward your opening. He teased you like that until you were begging him for more, your fingers tangling wildly in his hair.

"Please, please," you gasped, and then Bradley was sitting back a bit, his hard dick on display for you through his pants. He yanked your jean shorts down your legs and tossed them to the floor, followed by your lacy, white underwear.

"Oh, fuck me," he groaned as he looked at you, bare for him from the waist down, except for your socks and sneakers which he left on.

Then without hesitation, Bradley stroked his hands up the backs of your thighs, spread them wide and brought his mouth down to your pussy. He placed the softest kiss against you there, his mustache making you bite down on your lip in response to the sensation.

"Bradley," you gasped, feeling your lower back arch off the couch as he ran his tongue from your opening all the way up to your clit in one glorious swipe.

You should have been embarrassed by the way you were reacting to him. But he just looked up at you with his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking gently before he released you. "You're so sensitive, Princess," he grunted. And then he was running his nose through your wetness and kissing you everywhere. "And you taste so good."

This didn't feel like you expected it to; it felt so much better than that. Bradley's lips and mustache and his fingers and tongue. Everything he did had you gasping, crying out for more.

"I got you," he promised, spreading your legs wider every time you tried to squeeze them against his head. You were writhing against the couch now, simultaneously trying to pull yourself away from his mouth and also rub your clit against his nose for more.

"Oh god!" you groaned, loud enough that you should be concerned about waking up Noah. But you couldn't stop! Bradley was licking up and down your slit with sure movements and then sucking on your clit until you were practically in tears. Over and over again. Then Bradley was shoving his fingers inside you and kissing your clit before circling it with his thumb.

"You're getting loud, Princess," he whispered, guiding his body over top of yours again. You wrapped your legs around his hips when he kissed you with his wet lips and face. You were licking yourself off his lips when he asked, "You like how you taste? You're so sweet."

You could only whine in agreement as he pushed your shirt up and buried his face against your lace covered breasts. He kissed his way back down your body, and soon you were grinding against his face while he held your thighs.

"Oh, god, oh!" you gasped when he was licking and sucking again. You closed your eyes tight as your legs started to shake. And then Bradley pumped his fingers into you a little slower and sucked on your clit with a little more pressure, and you felt yourself clenching hard. You rode his fingers with your feet planted on his shoulders, and he looked up at you like he owned you.

"Daddy!" you cried out, enjoying what was quite obviously the longest and best orgasm of your life.

"Call me Daddy again," he demanded before sealing his pretty lips around your clit once more and sucking.

"Daddy!" you groaned, pulsing around his fingers. And then everything felt wet. Really wet. And Bradley's face turned to an expression of awe. And his face was wet, too. You sat up and looked down your body to where his fingers were still rammed inside your pussy. But the couch was wet. "What happened?" you asked, but his lips were on yours, and he was pushing you back down again.

"Princess," he groaned, still moving his fingers gently inside you, and now you were finally coming down fully from the peak of pleasure he had brought to your body. "Christ Almighty, baby. You're the sweetest fucking thing, aren't you?" He kept praising you, his lips all over your face. And when he finally withdrew his fingers and brought them up to his mouth, you helped him lick them clean.

And then he was gaping down at you, stroking his knuckles along your cheek. "What happened?" you asked softly. You didn't think your body would ever recover fully enough for you to speak louder than this, but you didn't care. Everything felt too good.

"You squirted for me," he replied, those big brown eyes roaming all over your face before he kissed you.

Oh. You still felt wet. You had made a mess on his couch. You could feel the warmth rising in your cheeks. "I didn't mean to," you whispered, suddenly feeling very shy.

"Was so hot," Bradley whispered next to your ear. "Princess." His lips on the shell of your ear and his hard cock pressing against your hip made you feel a little bolder. You tried to sit up, but he was huge on top of you.

"Do you want me to get you off?" you asked, reaching down toward him. But Bradley took your hand in his and kissed your knuckles.

"No. You've done plenty. You're a Princess, made to be worshipped." You settled back against the couch cushions and let him kiss along your neck until he had his fill.

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Bradley helped you get dressed. Then he walked you to your car. Then he kissed you goodnight. And then he paid you for watching Noah which made him feel physically sick. You tried to push the money away, but he insisted. Then he went back inside into the bathroom and came hard after stroking himself three times to the thought of your pussy soaking his face.

He was a mess. A literal fucking mess now. He sat down on the bathroom floor. He had no idea what to do. But then he laughed out loud when he remembered how his night started. He had been on a date with some random faceless woman earlier, but his night had ended with his own face buried in your pussy.

This was not a good idea. None of this was a good idea. He needed to figure this the fuck out.

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Nice work, Bradley. Amazing effort. Enjoy your babysitter fic @beyondthesefourwalls

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uniquesoulwinner · 1 year ago

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My Queen

Leah Williamson x reader

Idea that came to me after seeing Leah get her OBE today of a little surprise celebration with her girl who she didn’t think was even in the country!

Hope you enjoy its not very good and the format isn’t working right so it might read funny but well it’s something

Let me know what you think

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Y/n pov

Getting off the plane in London brings nothing but butterflies to your stomach at the thought of the day ahead. You see given that I’ve been in New York for work for the past 9 long weeks I was not meant to be here today well at least that’s what Leah thinks, I however always knew I would be here!

As soon as we got the date for Leah to get her long awaited OBE medal I was on the phone to Amanda to plan exactly what was going to happen today, this has lead to a lot of sneaky phone calls between me and my girlfriends mother, who I’m nearly sure is more excited about me being there to surprise Leah than I am.

Finding out that I was going to have to be in New York for 16 weeks for work was never part of the plan, being away from Leah for that long was a thought that made my whole body hurt before I even went, which is why I I have worked my ass off over the last 9 weeks so complete everything I needed to do to get home to my girlfriend of 4 years early which brings me back to walking though Heathrow Airport at 7:45am on a Wednesday morning counting down the minutes until I have her in my arms again.

Just as I was getting into the taxi to take me to the hotel I had booked for myself and Leah for that night my phone rang and my smile got even bigger seeing it was Amanda!

Y/n: Hey perfect timing I’m just in the taxi

Amanda: ahh perfect I’m so excited, she’s getting ready already! I swear she takes forever.

Y/n: Worth every minute though; you find yourself say thing that out loud without ever realising until you hear Amanda aww on the other end of the phone which made you blush no end! Anyway how are we looking for timeline I’m just heading to the hotel now to get showered and ready!

Amanda: so we should be wrapped up in Windsor by around 13:30pm at the latest and then she thinks we are just going for dinner and meeting holly and all that couldn’t come to the ceremony there. You can hear the excited little giggle coming from Amanda like she is on a secret spy mission which makes you laugh

Y/n: ok good and she definitely doesn’t suspect a thing right you ask already knowing that she doesn’t considering you spent 2 hours in the phone to her last night with her upset and missing you as well as telling you how much she wished you where going to be there today which yes broke your heart in two , the only thing that you hoped was seeing her face today would make up for everything!

Amanda: nope not a thing, she is completely oblivious you hear that cheeky giggle again she is going to be so happy y/n, she has missed you so much you you

Y/n: yeh I know I’ve missed her too more than words but not long now, god I’m nervous you laugh at the Ridiculousness of getting nervous over seeing the woman that has been the centre of your world for 4 years now

Amanda: oh sweetie you no need to be nervous, the second that girl sees you everything will be worth it, you know … Amanda suddenly stops talking only thing you can hear is some rustling and foot steps which your hoping isn’t Leah catching you both out

Ok I gotta go she is wandering around now looking for her socks so I better help I’ll see you later ok text me when your there , ok bye bye bye and the phones goes dead leaving you laughing at the thought of your girl running around looking for socks which you know she will be treating like a Military mission in that room !

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Later on that day after checking in to the hotel and getting yourself ready , wearing a tight green dress that you knew drive Leah crazy with your hair down and curled and black heals, you where standing that the bar of the restaurant that had been booked out for today with holly catching up on every bit of gossip you had missed being away which was lot it seemed!

Although after the 7th time checking the door you did catch holly giving you a very knowing smirk which made you laugh purely because you didn’t care how obvious you where being, ever since Amanda text to say they where 20 minutes away you could help but look out for them ! You wanted your girl and weren’t even sorry about it !

The restaurant was full of Leah’s close family and friends most of which were now laughing at the twitter comments over Leah being the queen of England now ! Lol

You only snapped out of staring at the door when you heard Jen Leah’s teammate call you

Jen: y/n how does it feel to have bagged England’s new queen all you heard was laughter which then turned to cooing and awe’s when you replied saying y/n: she has always been my queen

And right as you said that you seen her your queen walk past the window towards the door looking out of this world and every bit worthily of the title queen in your opinion but it was to time and time for you to hide in the crowd who had all turned to face the door waiting for her to come in, to which when she did come in she was meant by just noise of chatting and clapping but all you could hear was her laugh that beautiful laugh while she made her way around people still not spotting you !

Amanda however snuck around to hug you whispering how she couldn’t wait to see Leah’s face !

After around 5 minutes of her still not spotting you , you had enough of waiting so grabbed a glass of champagne and made your way up behind her as she spoke to Alex Scott and Kim little both of who started smiling the second they seen you approach!

Y/n: would the new queen like a drink you said standing behind her and while you couldn’t see her face you could see her body freeze as she heard your voice which made your heart burst. Y/n you heard her whisper still not turning around which made you giggle given that all you wanted right now was to kiss her still though you stepped forward so you where right behind her meaning you could whisper in her ear hello baby, any chance I could get a hug now? You didn’t even have a split second to react when her arms where around your neck with such force that if ever the sensible kimmy hadn’t if grabbed the champagne out if your hands it would have been all down the back of Leah’s very expensive looking suit !

Suddenly all the people in the room weren’t there anymore the only thing that you noticed was your girl finally in your arms after way to long and while pulling her impossibly closer to you , you just breathed her in every part of you and missed every part of her and now here you could never imagine being away from her again which made what you were about to do even more clear in your head, so while holding her as close as possible with one arm your eyes met Leah’s grandmas giving her a nod and hold out your hand , you watched as the whole room tried to contain themselves as she placed the black velvet box in your hand giving your hand a small squeeze as she did !

Focusing back on Leah who’s head was still buried in your neck, pulling back slightly so you could see her with a massive smile on your face that was thankfully matched by her, finally gave you the chance to look into those eyes that have had you weak for years. It’s only when you see her eyes flick down to your lips that you pull her in making sure she can’t feel the box behind her back, although all sense leaves your body the second her lips meet yours for the first time in over 2 months. Finally it feels like I’m home you think, kissing her is home , she is home and with that thought you remember what you have hidden behind her back so with one final kiss you pull back to be met with a pout from her.

Leah: your here, your actually here

Y/n: I’m here baby I would never miss this looking at the smile on her face makes all the sneaking around worth it

Leah: please tell me I have you for more than one night baby before you go back the pout comes back to her face again as she speaks Giggling at her you step back completely! Here goes nothing you think as you look into her eyes again how about forever you whisper never breaking eye contact, seeing the confusion on her have made you smile as you looked down at the box in your hands which was now between you and Leah, flicking your eyes back up seeing that hers where now fixed on the box in your hands as well it was go time so slowly you lower down onto one knee and open the box , hearing the gasp come from her gave you the confirmation that the band you had chosen was the right choice!

Y/n : le there is nothing I could say right now that would be any different to anything I have told you every day for the past 4 years but what I will say is how proud I am to be yours baby, every day with you is the best day of my life letting out a shaky breath as you see the tears in her eyes before you carry on and I want that for the rest of our lives, so Leah Williamson OBE you give her a cheeky smirk as the room fills with laughter , will you do me the honour of marrying me? Holding your breath for the whole 0.2 of a second it takes before you hear her say yes yes a million times yes , smiling with the tears running down both your faces you pull the ring from the box and finally put it on her finger as she pulls you up into a bruising kiss.

You hear the cheers in the room, the clapping and banging on tables but all you feel is her , your finance , your Leah , your home! It’s just you two in the bubble of whispered words between the two of you consisting of i love yous, don’t ever leave again and I can’t wait to make you my wife , everything in that moment is just perfect!

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Hours later after food , champagne, a lot of laughter and more love than you could imagine, you are standing back beside your finance at the side of the room arms wrapped around each other just watching your friends and family around you. Turning to Leah you decide to take the teasing that’s been going on between the two of you for over an hour now to the next level,

Y/n: I booked us into a hotel for the next 2 nights so I hope you have no plans for tomorrow you say while looking her up and down because I have no plans on leaving that hotel room tomorrow. Watching as her eyes darken on front of you you step a little closer to her so you can whisper in her ear and just so you know earlier wasn’t the only time I plan on dropping to my knees for you my queen

And with that Leah walked away and started saying goodbye to everyone you giggling behind her especially with the knowing looks you got from some people in the room but to hell with it you hadn’t had your girl in 9 weeks so you where going to make the most of every minute if that night and every night for the rest of your life with your queen !

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But I wanted to go with you.

Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

Could be read as gn!reader too

Warnings: making out (?)

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I was making my way to Wednesday's dorm with a black dahlia flower in my hand, going over to apologize for ever ending our relationship and maybe if I got lucky she would agree to go to The Rave'N with me. We'd been very happy dating for about two months when she started to get very distant not even bothering to answer when I talked half of the time, her excuse was always that she was busy writing in her novel. So I couldn't take any more and broke it off with her, her reaction was honestly very unexpected, when I first pulled her over to tell her after fencing one evening her only response was "ok." Before she wandered off not looking too affected by it. But the next morning when you were leaving your room for class you almost stepped in a heart shaped box - that was obviously suggested by Enid filled with different kinds of chocolates with a note on top saying "I'm sorry my love. - W. A. ".

I was walking a little bit fast, being that is was almost curfew already. I was almost there when I overheard Xavier talking happily to Ajax about how Wednesday had asked him to the dance a few hours earlier by his art shed.

I stopped in my tracks, had I heard wrong? Did Wednesday really ask Xavier out of all people to the dance? I never even knew she liked him like that, I thought they were merely acquaintances who had a few classes together, and I could have sworn Wednesday was still interested in me.

I merely looked down at the beautiful flower I was planning on giving her before dropping it on the ground and stepping on it, then turning back and walking to my dorm again, feeling sad and a tiny bit betrayed. I just walked straight to my bed not even bothering to take off my shoes then falling asleep after crying of self pity a bit.

However what you didn't know that Wednesday really just had to ask Xavier to the dance to not be seen as suspicious to why she was in his art shed in the first place. So when you didn't show up after Thing said he saw you on the way there she almost went to look for you, but chose not to because she thought it would make her seem desperate.

The next few days I had been avoiding Wednesday like she was the plague, not wanting her to see how much the news about the ball affected me, always avoiding her glaring eyes from across the classroom and being the first to leave when the bell rang.

The only thing I needed now was to find another date to bring to the dance, well it wouldn't really be that difficult considering there was this girl I always caught blushing and making googly eyes at me.

After having to find out what her name was from Enid I tapped the gorgon girl named Aubrey on the shoulder while she was having lunch with her friends, she turned over to look for who it was and immediately a big smile appeared on her face, it looked like she had been waiting for me to talk to her for ages. "Would you consider going to The Rave'N with me Aubrey?" I said with a fake smile on my face "yes! Yes of course" she answered getting up from her seat and giving me a sloppy kiss on the cheek inwardly making me cringe. "okay well see you then!" I called over my shoulder walking away.

Shit I did not think that through.

Looking from the other side of the quad Wednesday was furiously glaring over at you talking to that girl Amanda or whatever her name was, she continued to glare even after you left, stabbing her food repeatedly with her fork really wishing it was your date, even tho she knew she really didn't have the right to be mad because you broke up and she was the one who asked Xavier first.

It was the night of the ball and I was actually a teeny bit excited, it was going to be fun to just dance and hang out with friends without having to worry about school work. I finished putting on my dress before walking over to look at myself in the mirror, smiling at the reflection. I had already texted Aubrey that I would meet her at her dorm so I walked over and knocked on the door, and it swung open the second I did, Aubrey standimg there with a smile in a gorgeous blue dress, but she was still nowhere near as pretty as for a certain short murderess girl. "Sha'll we? " I said putting my hand out for Aubrey to hold "yesss" she squealed grabbing onto my hand. We walked down to the hall, Aubrey talking for the most time while I only responded a few times before reaching our destination. It looked beautiful, most of the people wearing white to match the theme.

Wednesday had just entered the hall in a stunning black dress with Tyler after Thing had unexpectedly invited him after her and Xaviers fight. Her gaze flickering around trying to find you, finally spotting you dancing with your date. Her blood boiled, her want to rip Aubrey's head off was stronger now than ever.

Once I saw Wednesday joining Tyler to dance all I wished for was to go back to my dorm and cry, but that would make me seem weak, so instead I decided to continue dancing with Aubrey, flirting with her quite loudly hoping to get some kind of reaction from Wednesday.

After a while I actually started to enjoy Aubrey's company not thinking she wasn't that bad after all, I twirled her around just as I felt a few drops of liquid run down my forehead, I looked up curiously only to be met with a shower of supposedly blood. Everyone started to panic, bumping into and pushing each other to get out of there, people slipping on the floor and people screaming their heads off. I looked around rolling my eyes as I saw that Aubrey had run off with everyone else.

Wednesday saw this as a perfect opportunity and rushed forward pulling your hand and dragging you all the way to her dorm ignoring all the questions and protests you were throwing her way. She opened the door to her room just to slam you onto the other side of it again feverishly pulling your neck down to kiss you with such desperation you had never experienced before, her teeth biting onto your bottom lip making you moan accidentally. Your hands pulling her hips closer to as she continued traveling her lips down your neck ignoring the paint you were covered in. "You look so devine covered in this red paint cara mia, if only you knew how much I longed for you and missed you this last week, I apologize for getting so caught up in writing and forgetting about your beautiful soul... and if I ever see you with that other useless girl again I won't hesitate to cut her heart out" You only smiled at her rant before taking her hand, pulling her over to her bed where you both undressed and layed down getting comfortable, falling asleep in each other's arms happy that you were finally together again.

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boxerharrys · 4 months ago

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The New Girl Spencer x F Reader part 2

sorry for any spelling mistakes or punctuations missing! and I'm not the best at writing but I was excited to get this out!

(also side note I bought something off of Spencers Depop today and he shipped today as well. So I sent a message on there saying thanks for shipping so fast not thinking he'd respond but then he did and it made me so giddy! lol well enjoy?)

( trying to make this like a real fanfic a true story to it)

As you got home you started your camera up and filmed a video explaining how you will not be working for Smosh as you edited it you had the realization you should it ‘I booked’ you kept it ready for when you are able to post.

You settled on your couch reading your paperwork from Smosh today. Your first video will be for Smosh Games channel. You will be playing ‘Sounds Fishy’ For Board AF with Shayne, Angela, Chanse, and Courtney. So excited to meet everyone you rest up.

Same Day:

Shayne walks up to Selina being the best wing man.

“So who was that you had a conference wither earlier? Was it a new cast member or some type of deal?’ Shayne asked

“Actually she out new cast member she really funny and cool her name is Y/N. She’s staring next Wednesday” Selina said.

“Awesome can wait for us to all meet her” Shayne says. He quickly runs off to find Spencer. “Spencer! SPENCER!” Shayne calls out as he approaches Spencers desk”

“What do you need?” Spencer says in a sarcastic annoyed tone.

“That ‘angel’ you saw earlier is our new cast member… and she starts next Wednesday. I’m gonna be the best wingman” Shayne says excitedly while moving his eyebrows.

“Oh awesome I won’t be able to talk to her on Wednesday ill be hiding in the games set for now” Spencer says.

Fast forward to next Wednesday:

You were so excited to meet everyone and film today, you got ready with a cup of coffee getting your clothes together doing your hair and makeup and packing a lunch. You weren’t sure if you had time to go anywhere or anything like that. As you drove to the office you listened to your playlist to keep you calm for your exciting day.

You went to the front door scanning your new badge you received in the mail. But as you entered you almost walked into Chanse.

“Oh Hey girl you must be Y/N I’m Chanse! I can’t wait to film with you later today!” Chanse says

“Oh hi! Yes me too!” You say.

“Ill show you to your new desk” Chanse says. As you guys walk to your new desk you stop and meet the crew you didn’t yet and some cast members.

“Hey guys this is Y/n the new cast member’ Chanse says.

Amanda, Arasha, Damien, and Angela was there; you fangirled a little in your head but was pleased to meet them. You made it to your desk and settled in; grabbing your laptop out and started writing a little. You were interrupted by someone no other than Shayne and Courtney.

“Hey you’re Y/N right I’m Courtney this is Shayne, it nice to meet you we are excited for you joining our cast. Courtney says.

“Oh hi guys sorry but gotta be honest I love you guys I’ve been watching Smosh for years and you guys have inspired me so much it a honor to be working with you guys” you say to them.

“Aw thank you so much can’t wait to be inspired by you soon” Courtney says.

“Hey its almost our call time for Board AF, are you ready Y/N?” Questioned Shayne.

“Oh hell yeah I’m so excited but nervous” you say

As you all walked on to the game set you were introduced to everyone behind the scenes. “Hey just wanted to ask if anyone could possibly just give me a run down on how the game goes?” You asked

“Oh yeah definitely! Spencer can you show Y/N really quick how the game goes and the rules” Alex says.

You see Spencer turning around from the back of the room almost like he was hiding.

“Uh-um yeah I can do that” Spencer says anxiously.

You go a sit at the table while Spencer walks over to you and leans down. As he leaned down you got a whiff of his cologne ‘damn he smells good you say to yourself’. Then Spencer starts to show you how the games works and goes over the rules.

“ Does that make sense?” Spencer questioned as he looked at you.

You turned your head and stared into his eye thinking over everything. But then he looked away fast and pretended to look around the room. ‘Hmm that was weird does he not like me or something idk its probably nothing and just my nerves’ you said to yourself. “Uh yeah I think so thank you” he then hurries away and leaves the room. Shayne then follows him and you look at Courtney “okay then” you say out loud.

“Im not sure what that was about maybe he remembered something” Courtney says.

Out of the stage with Spencer and Shayne:

Shayne runs up to Spencer “bro what’s that” shayne says.

Spencer turns around and says “I just couldn’t look her in the eyes like that my heart was pounding out of my chest dude, she’s even prettier in person and smells so good… have you smelled her shayne hahaha?’

“Um no I’m not a weirdo Spence…but you’re gonna have to man up and control this she works here now man” shayne says

“Yeah you’re right” Spencer says then taking deeps breaths to call his heart rate down.

“Okay lets go back I can do this” Spencer says.

You see Spencer and shayne walk back to the stage “y’all ready for this” Spencer says excitingly as he’s coming back in.

Through out filming you noticed Spencer staring at you a bit. It made you a little nervous but stopped paying attention to it so you could focus on doing the best you can for your first impression.

“Wow guys that was awesome thank you and if you’re done for the day have a good day!” Spencer says out to everyone.

You then left the stage room and went back to your desk just chilling.

Meanwhile in the stage room Shayne goes up to Spencer “dude she’s amazing.. she hilarious and it was juts a games video” Spencer says to Shayne

“I will say you might’ve made her nervous tho Spence, that whole time you were starring at her” shayne says

“Psshhhh no I wasn’t” Spencer says

Alex chimes in “yeah you were”

“Fuck she probably thinks Im a creep” says Spencer

Back to you:

Selina went up to you “how was your first filming day?” Selina says

“Awesome thank you for asking, I’m so glad it was a board game and not an actual video game I’m not the best at those and don’t know much.” You say

“Well maybe we can change that!” Selina says.

The next day

Spencers POV:

He was sitting at the table with shayne an Courtney as you walk in and head to your desk.

“Dude you gotta talk to her and get to know her at least” Shayne says

“Oh maybe we can all go to dinner tomorrow night to celebrate her joining and then you can make your move then!” Courtney exclaims

“Oh gosh guys its too early I cant even control my nerves around her yet” Spencer says

“Well I don’t care I’m still doing it I think it would be good for all of us to get to know her” Courtney says as they are making a group text on their phone. Courtney gets up to walk over to you.

“Hey what your number I’m starting a group text so we can go out to celebrate you joining us” Courtney says to you.

“Oh wow so sweet uh yeah here’s my number” you say to them.

“Thanks!” Courtney says.

Courtney starts walking back to the boys.. “welp I got her number for you now too” Courtney exclaims to Spencer.

“Oh thanks so ill just express my affection to her and shell think its you” Spencer says

“Okay well don’t do that I’m not trying to steal your woman cause you know she’d go for me” Courtney said laughing

They all laugh in union…

Spencer gets up and walks up to Selina.

“ Hey so I have a gap for filming so we can add one if you have any ideas” Spencer says to Selina

“Oh perfect I have an idea! You can teach Y/N how to play a video game!” Selina hurries and runs over to you before Spencer could protest.

He hurries and goes up to Amanda and Angela “yo I need your guys help later I have to show Y/n how to play a game please be there with me so I’m not alone with her” Spencer says.

“Oh right I was told you like her and now you’re scares to be with her hahah okay yeah I can” Amanda says

Cut to later in the day. You:

You head to the games stage in the corner you see Amanda, Angela, and Spencer at the single little computer in the corner out of the way.

Spencer was wearing a baseball hat on backwards ‘ kind of hot with that hat backwards’ you said to yourself

“Hey guys are you ready to film this hahaha” you said

They said ‘hey’ back in union. You sat down as Spencer was finishing things up on the production side for this.

(For this think of the new video of Spencer showing Angela and and Amanda Resident Evil but with you added to the video and the backwards hat cause so hot when he wears one like that)

Spencer finished up setting everything he needed to and started to record

As he sat down he looked over to the three of you and said “Guys my dream has come true I’m getting paid to show girls a video game” yo start laughing with the other girls.

Thought out the video you guys kept making jokes and laughing and you couldn’t help but silently agree with the jokes of Spencer being hot… did you really start to have a crush on him.

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They say summer camps are magical, full of unforgettable experiences and moments that shape your teenage years forever. At Camp Chippewa, you’ll live days that just might change your life! Laughter, friendship, and adventure await to make this summer your best memory yet. Welcome to Camp Chippewa, where the best moments of your life are about to begin!

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jerzwriter · 1 year ago

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Upon Arrival

OK, I really have issues. This was another <100 ask, and I clocked in at 1600 words. I think I need to change that to 1000 if I ever do it again! lol Anyway, this is based on this ask from my friend @icecoffee90! I hope you enjoy it, Z... Tobias/Jackie/Airport... it was a little challenging. 😉

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey Carrick) Featuring: Jackie Varma Rating: Teen Words: 1,600 Summary: Casey's stuck at work a little late, so she asks Tobias for a favor. Her usually unflappable husband seems a little... flapped... and we're about to find out why. A/N: Participating in @choicesnovchallenge | Go for a ride day. It may not have been a planned or desired ride, but it was a ride nevertheless. lol

Tobias bopped into the Diagnostic Team’s office with his usual effervescence, and why not? His shift was almost over, and it had been a banner day. Not only did he solve a case that had left the nation’s top doctors baffled for months, but he saved a young child’s life in the process. If that weren’t enough, his favorite patient, Mr. Ortega, went home after two months at Edenbrook, but not before his husband hand-delivered a dozen of his incomparable empanadas as a thank-you. Now, he was about to go home to the most precious little angel ever created with the most beautiful woman in the world on his arm. Sure, he knew the last part was strictly his opinion, but he also knew he was right. He had every reason to be happy.

He lit up when he saw his wife seated behind her desk, but one look at the expression on her face and he quickly dimmed.

“What do you need?” He asked before she could say a word.

“What?” Casey answered defensively, “Who said I needed anything?”

“That look on your face did. Do you need me to take care of a difficult patient?”

“When have I ever asked you to pick up a difficult patient?”

“Never,” he agreed. “Is it Ramsey? You had rounds with him.” Thinking he got it right, he snapped his fingers. “He’s constipated again, isn’t he? And taking it out on you? I’ll go spike his coffee with Fiberlax...”

“No,” Casey laughed. “Ethan’s fine. Please don’t go medicating him illegally. But...”

“But?”

“But he needs me to stay on a little later tonight. Amanda Chou is coming out of surgery in an hour, and we agreed we should assess her as soon as she’s done.”

“That makes sense. Don’t sweat it. I’m more than capable of caring for Samantha until you get home. We’ll both be eagerly waiting for you.”

“Yeah, about that,” she winced.

“What? You don’t think I can take care of Sammy?”

“No! I know you can do that! But did you forget? It’s Wednesday... I was supposed to pick Jackie up at Logan tonight.”

“Oh, right!”

“So, I was wondering... would you be able to get her for me?”

“Casey....” he groaned.

“I already cleared it with your Mom, and she’s happy to stay with Sam until I’m home....”

“Would she happily pick Varma up at Logan for me instead?”

“Tobias, you know she doesn’t drive at night. Besides, she barely knows Jackie.”

“I hardly know her either. But it’s no fault of my own. She hates me.”

“She does not hate you! She’s just... Jackie.”

“No. She hates me.”

“Well, then this is the perfect opportunity for you to get a little one-on-one time with her to work whatever it is out. Come on, baby, do it for me?” She looked at him with the saddest puppy-dog eyes, batting her lashes adorably.

“That’s not fair! You know I can’t deny you. Especially when you give me those eyes.”

“I know, that’s why I do it. Come on, T,” she pleaded as she sat on his lap. “I promise you, she doesn’t bite.”

“I’m not so sure about that,” he scoffed. “I’ll do it, but if I end up needing rabies shots, I’m gonna be pissed.”

~~~~

The sun had almost set, but its light was still bright as Tobias waited in his car for Jackie. He adjusted the sunvisor to shield his eyes, then looked at the clock. Fifteen minutes had passed since she told him she was five minutes away. He double-checked the gate to ensure he was in the right spot when he saw her walking his way with two large suitcases in tow. He jumped out of the car with a grin.

“Hey, let me give you a hand with those!”

“Thanks,” Jackie half smiled. “But I managed to get them from my apartment in Los Angeles to Boston. I think I can manage throwing them in the trunk.”

“Suit yourself,” he replied, raising his hands in surrender. “Just trying to be nice.”

He considered attempting small talk as Jackie settled into the passenger’s seat and strapped herself in. But he decided to let her take the lead instead.

Years before, when he came into Casey’s life, every one of her friends was skeptical. After the chemical attack, each warned that he’d meet his fate in unique and painful ways if he dared to hurt her. But if memory served, Jackie’s method of ridding the world of him was the most frightening of all. Most of her friends had come around. After all, they were a disgustingly happy married couple with a little girl of their own. He was obviously in this for the long haul. Casey was safe. He now considered her friends, their friends... except for Jackie, and for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out why.

They sat in awkward silence for several more minutes when Jackie caved.

“So... how’d you get stuck coming to get me.”

“Casey’s working late,” he answered, palming the wheel to turn onto the highway. “So, I’m being a nice husband and stepping in.”

He was doing his best. But the neutral expression he had plastered on his face began to crumble when a loud snort escaped Jackie’s nose. Maybe Casey was right; perhaps he should use this time to finally clear the air.

“What?” He asked, annoyed. “What did I say that was so funny?”

“Nothing. But it still blows my mind a little that words like ‘nice husband’ are used to refer to you.”

“OK... but they fit now, right?”

“I guess,” she shrugged. “Casey’s nauseatingly happy, so you must be doing something right.”

Just like that, the smile was back on his lips. “That’s good to know.”

But silence descended upon the car again, and Tobias had to ask. “Jackie... do you have a problem with me? I know you thought I was an asshole in the past, but that’s a distant past now. Why the hell don’t you like me?”

Jackie’s eyes lit up, her lips pursing to prevent a telltale grin. She could have some serious fun with this, and her mind spun with fantastical stories that would have Tobias sweating the whole way home. But something happened. She wasn’t sure if it was the borderline fear she saw in the 6’1” man’s eyes or her own worry over the reprimand she’d get from Casey later, but she relented.

“What? Does everyone in the world have to succumb to the charms of Dr. Tobias Carrick?”

“I didn’t say you had to love me, Jackie; it’s just....”

“Why the hell do you think I don’t like you?” She interrupted. “I acknowledge your existence. I talk to you on occasion. I eviscerate you on social media. I was at your wedding, for God’s sake.”

“Yeah, but those could be categorized as obligations because you’re a friend of Casey’s... well, save the social media part.”

“Ah, you don’t know me very well, Carrick. If I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t do any of those things. If I truly didn’t like you, you wouldn’t be married to my friend. I would have locked Casey in a closet before your wedding out of moral obligation. But no... I was there.”

“So, you weren’t there solely for the free food and open bar?”

“Well, those were my top two reasons. But I was a freaking bridesmaid. I wouldn’t put myself through that torture if I didn’t like you.”

“So you do like me.”

“You don’t suck... and you make Casey happy, which is all that matters to me. But you really thought I hated you?”

“Well... you always looked at me with disgust...”

Jackie waved her hand, “No, that’s just my face.”

“Ninety percent of the time, if you’re speaking to me, it’s pure sarcasm... and you never call me by my name. It’s always Rico Suave.”

“The name is fitting! Not for nothing, but your mother should have changed it legally before you started school! You’re far more Rico Suave than Tobias.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s meant to be an insult,” he smiled.

“Only a baby one. You really thought I didn’t like you? Have you not seen me with Bryce?”

“I have. I assumed you didn’t like him either.”

“Theoretically, I hate everyone, so I understand the confusion. But Bryce is one of my best friends. Tell him that, and I’ll make sure there is no way you can ever procreate with your wife again.”

Tobias shook his head with a laugh. “So, the first time you admit that you like me, you also threaten violence. Does this mean we’re best friends, too?”

“Don’t push your luck, Rico.”

Tobias pulled the car into the carport of his townhome, and he and Jackie looked up to see Casey at the window with Sammy on her hip. She held the infant’s hand as they excitedly waved together. Tobias watched Jackie break into a rare, genuine smile as she waved back.

“I’m so telling your wife,” she said as they exited the car.

“Telling my wife what?”

“That you’re a wuss. I may have to consider a new nickname for you if you were actually afraid of me.”

“I was never afraid of you! I didn’t want one of Casey’s best friends to hate me. But now I know I have the Varma seal of approval, so all’s well.”

“Hey, slow your roll. If you want an official Varma seal of approval, there will be a fee involved, money bags. Either that, or you could hook me up with your brother. Either will do.”

“Sorry, I think my brother has his eye on Raf.”

“That bastard!”

“As to the fee... how about I treat to dinner tonight?”

Jackie nodded thoughtfully. “Dinner tonight, and I get to tell everyone you feared me.”

Tobias sighed wearily. “I wasn’t afraid of... you know what, if you want to tell a limited audience that I was afraid of you, go for it.”

“Good,” Jackie grinned as Casey opened the door, “Now I know what I’m telling Sammy for a bedtime story!”

I hope it was decent, @icecoffee90... I'm not sure. lol Thanks for the ask, dear!

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

Tagging others separately.

#choices fanfic #open heart #open heart choices #choices open heart #open heart fanfic #tobias carrick #tobias carrick x mc #tobias x casey #jackie varma #playchoices #playchoices fanfic

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iamfandomcrazy · 1 year ago

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Oneshots I will (hopefully) get to

Wednesday gets hurt and Tyler takes care of her

Dean gets in trouble

Wednesday spends the afternoon with the sheriff so they can "bond" as per a request by Tyler

Body swap AU

Wednesday has a baby shower

Wednesday is pregnant and, much to her horror, finds herself craving affection from Tyler more than usual

Wednesday and Tyler go to the first ultrasound for their baby

Wednesday and Tyler have to deal with the loss of their baby (by miscarriage)

AU where Tyler went into the army and surprises Wednesday when he comes back

Another Xavier bashing fic but with hyde!Tyler this time (but hyde doesn't really 'come out' it's just mentioned that he's a hyde)

Tyler and Donovan go on vacation and coincidentally, the Addams is there

Tyler and Donovan, plus Elvis, for X reason have to be out of their home for a while so Gomez and Morticia offer them a place to stay for a while

Wednesday secretly wearing Tyler's jacket (or something along those lines. I haven't fully figured it out yet)

AU where Wednesday can read minds

Based on the post by @therulerofallpotatos where Tyler takes his kids to the park, they want him to transform into hyde so they can play on him. Another kid joins and that happens to be Amanda Buckman's son. Chaos ensues

Joel stops by the Weathervane and sees Wednesday for the first time since camp

An idea from @pey0805 where Tyler is at the police station during parents weekend when Gomez gets arrested and he and Wednesday get flustered when Donovan suggests there's something going on between them

Wednesday and Tyler tell Dean they're going to have another baby (I like thinking of them just having Dean but I couldn't get this out of my head)

Little Dean is jealous of his new brother

Enid, Ajax and (unfortunately) Xavier spy on Wednesday and Tyler's first date

Tyler is in prison drowning in self loathing when he receives a visit from Wednesday

Wednesday helps Tyler watch over his little cousin

3 times Elvis ruined the mood

Wednesday and Tyler talk about their insecurities

Wednesday has had it up to here with the sheriff interrupting them so when he calls and interrupts their evening, she takes matters into her own hands and answers the call

An AU that takes place during their date when Wednesday says she's only doing it because she owes him and Tyler doesn't believe her (I got inspiration from the 'Wednesday and subtly thirsting' gifset)

The birth of Dean

Tyler feels like he's in the middle of an argument between his girlfriend and Thing when Thing shows up at school in his locker

AU where Wednesday is a witch and she takes Tyler on a late night ride on her broom

Based on an incorrect quote. Tyler takes Wednesday to the zoo

Crossover w/Legally Blonde. Elle is the lawyer for Tyler's trial

Wednesday gets a job at the Weathervane to show Tyler that what he does is easy when he teases her about not working

Wednesday insists that she isn't jealous so Tyler takes that as a challenge

Wednesday, Thing, Enid and Tyler watch Wednesday's memories from when she was at camp (a watching fanfiction sort of thing)

Donovan tags along when Tyler teaches Wednesday how to drive

Tyler's grandmother visits and embarrasses him in front of Wednesday

AU where Wednesday is a doctor and when Tyler is visiting Lucas in the hospital he sees her and knows he has to find a way to talk to her/get her attention. So he pretends to fall so she'll have to look him over. Only he actually hurts himself

Dean is now a teenager and really wants to ask out the girl in his class. The problem? It's Xavier daughter. Can the adults tolerate an evening together when Xavier's daughter (and him...reluctantly) attend dinner at the Galpin/Addams house?

Something for Halloween/Wysdaythe13th

So yeah....that's a lot lol I probably won't get to all of them but who knows how many I'll do

y'all know I got a lot of ideas lol

Edit: anything that's scratched out is what I've already done

#wednesday addams #tyler galpin #wyler #weyler #wednesday netflix #wednesday and tyler #wyler fanfiction

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bellaxgiornata · 1 year ago

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Safe Haven [Chapter Two]

Pairing: Michael Kinsella x Fem!Reader Word Count: 5k [Series Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: 18+ for this series; contains violence, drug use, domestic abuse, smut, hurt/comfort, angst, mutual pining, friends to lovers

a/n: Back with another! Reader meets Mikey in this one! And there's also a depiction of a seizure in this chapter. Admittedly I edited this one quick so I hope there's no major errors. I just wanted to post this before I went to sleep! You can find the entire list of chapters for this series here.

Tag List: @loveroftoomanyfandoms @farfromstrange @rotscinema @1988-fiend @shouldbestudying41 @shiorimakibawrites @norestfortheshelbywicked @winterschildren17 @acharliecoxedfan @roseallisonparker

Pouring yourself a large glass of wine from the bottle of merlot Birdy had dropped off for you the other day, you heard the television running in the living room–or sitting room, as you forced yourself to remember. Megan had gotten home from her shift at the hospital a bit ago and the two of you had eaten dinner together at her little dining table in the kitchen. While she planned to catch up on some Netflix shows this evening, you were going to grab your laptop and the overfull glass of wine and sit out in the garden and work on your writing. It had been a couple of weeks since you’d truly had a moment to focus on it and you desperately needed to catch up so that you could make your deadlines.

You tucked your laptop under one arm, grabbing the full glass of wine from the counter in the other, and then made your way out of the kitchen. Megan shot you a smile from the couch when she heard your footsteps approaching. Her eyes dropped down, taking in the glass of wine in your hand before glancing at your laptop.

“Good luck. I hope that wine helps your creativity,” she teased.

“It’ll certainly help with something,” you replied, passing behind her on the couch.

Stopping in front of the sliding glass door, you awkwardly maneuvered the things you were carrying so you could unlock it. You used your elbow to carefully slide it open, making sure you didn't spill a drop of wine as you did. Stepping out onto the patio, you used the same elbow to close the door after yourself. And then you turned, making your way over to the table and chairs Megan had on the patio.

You set your laptop onto the table, drawing the glass of wine to your lips as you slid out a chair. From the house just one more over, you could hear the sounds of shouting and laughter. It sounded like they were having some sort of party at the fancy Kinsella house. Brows furrowing, you looked over the four foot stone fence separating Megan’s back garden from the neighbor’s. You could see lights on in every room of Jimmy and Amanda Kinsella’s house. It took a moment for you to remember that today was Wednesday, the day Megan’s neighbor was apparently released from prison. The one who’s bedroom window looked directly into yours. They were probably celebrating his return.

“Wonderful,” you muttered to yourself, settling into the chair.

Flipping open your laptop, you pushed the power button and brought your glass of wine to your lips, taking another drink as the computer started. Tilting your head back, you looked up at the cloudy night sky above you while you waited. Unfortunately there was far too much light pollution in Dublin to see much more than the clouds this evening.

Sighing, a sharp yet hollow ache hit you in the chest. You’d missed those nights at your last home you’d stayed at in Wisconsin. You used to be able to step out into your backyard and cozy up on your hammock with a blanket. Your mind would go just as quiet and still as the evening around you when you stared up at those twinkling stars. You’d loved that little one bedroom house, more than you’d thought you would. You even went so far as planting flowers in the yard and finding decor for the house, truly making it your own.

But inevitably, like all things in your life lately, you’d had to leave it behind.

A loud peel of distant laughter pulled you from your thoughts, your mind returning to the moment as you quickly blinked back tears. You forced yourself to focus on your laptop before you instead. Leaning forward, you pulled up your email, frowning when you saw an email from your editor. No doubt complaining about you relocating yet again and wasting more time moving as opposed to spending that time writing–which she’d recently been on your ass about. Not that Angela had any idea about what was going on with all your new places of residency–though she knew how much you’d emphasized your privacy lately.

With a frown, you picked up your glass of wine and skimmed through the email, only confirming what you’d already suspected. Rolling your eyes, you took another deep drink from the glass, not even bothering to properly enjoy the expensive merlot before you set the glass down and typed up a fast response. Afterwards, you opened up your documents, pulling up the half finished chapter and scrolling through the pages until you found where you’d left off–and then you paused. You’d stopped writing mid-sentence, having been interrupted the last time you’d sat down to work. Flashes of that evening ran through your mind and your eyes snapped shut. That familiar cold prickle of fear crept its way up the back of your neck.

“No,” you muttered, pulling your cardigan tighter around yourself. “Not thinking about that tonight.”

Shaking your head roughly, you did your best to push those thoughts away, though not before taking a good look around the garden to make sure you were truly alone. But you saw nothing out of the ordinary in or outside of the fenced-in yard.

“He doesn’t know I’m here,” you told yourself. “Relax.”

Shifting your gaze, you intensely focused on the words along the screen before you, forcing yourself to concentrate on the last few paragraphs you’d written. It had inevitably taken you multiple re-reads for you to feel like you’d actually read them, though. But eventually, your fingers were flying across your keyboard, your mind once again lost in your story. And you’d carried on that way for quite awhile, occasionally pausing to drink a bit more wine until the glass was empty.

You had been so wrapped up in your writing that the sound of goodbyes ringing out from down the street caught your attention. Glancing over your shoulder, finally drawn away from the writing you’d been doing, you heard a bit of muffled conversation and the sound of car doors being closed. You turned back around, looking down at the time on your laptop. It wasn’t even that late–barely after nine at night. You quickly found yourself surprised that this big bad Irish mob party for their newly returned member from prison had ended so early. Because, from your experience, those usually raged all night.

“But I don’t care about that,” you reminded yourself.

Leaning forward, you focused back on your laptop’s screen. Absently you chewed a fingernail, re-reading the section you’d just written. Your nose scrunched up as you cringed at the entire last paragraph. It didn’t sound right, something about it felt off. Pulling your nail from your teeth, you lowered your finger above the backspace button, about to erase the entire paragraph, but a light unexpectedly turning on in the house next door caused you to jump in your seat.

Sitting bolt upright in your chair, you rubbed a hand across your forehead and tried to calm your racing heart. Looking over to your right, you reminded yourself that it was just the neighbor finally going home next door. Which you supposed meant he’d be living in that house after all.

“Not a big deal,” you whispered. “Just ignore him.”

For a few minutes you focused back on your work, rewriting that entire final paragraph you’d just scrapped. But something about it still felt off to you. Why were you struggling to get the words to come out right? With a groan, you reached over to pick up your wine glass only to remember it had been empty for a bit now. Shoulders slumping, you contemplated calling it a night. Maybe some sleep would help you tackle this tomorrow.

You saved your work before exiting out of your programs and turning off your laptop. But before you could head back inside, the sliding door on the neighbor’s house opened and you froze in your chair at the sound.

Head turning quickly to the side, you noticed a dark haired man stepping outside, his face cast in shadow in the dark of night. You couldn’t help but notice the way he half-heartedly closed his back door like it was a struggle for him to do so. After, he almost limped along the back wall of his house, his shoulder brushing against it as he moved. Your eyes narrowed as you watched him. Something about his movements seemed off. Was he drunk? Or on drugs?

He came to a pause on his patio, his head tilting at a strange angle as he stood incredibly still. Your eyes dropped down to the twitching movement of his fingers, a crease forming between your brows. Something was clearly not right.

You rose to your feet the exact moment the man collapsed to the brick patio beneath him. A surprised gasp flew out of you, your eyes going wide. With the four foot stone fence in the way, you didn’t have an unobstructed view to know if he’d hit his head on the way down or not.

Not even thinking about your actions, you shoved your chair back and raced over to the fence. Blaming it on the adrenaline coursing through you, you stepped up onto the little bench Megan had placed against the stone wall and managed to pull yourself up and over the fence, dropping ungracefully onto a patch of grass. Rising back up to your feet, you hurried over to the man who’d crumpled on the ground, your eyes still wide as you took in the sight of him seizing on the ground.

Seizure, you realized. He was having a seizure.

Immediately you jumped into action, pushing the nearby patio chairs away from the man where he lay on the ground so he wouldn’t hurt himself. Crouching down carefully beside him, you sent him a tense smile. You knew sometimes during a seizure the person could somewhat comprehend what was happening around them, so you figured you’d try to talk to him in the off chance he could understand.

“Hey, I’m your next door neighbor,” you began awkwardly. “I uh, I don’t know if you’re actually able to understand me, but it looks like you’re having a seizure. I’m just–just going to roll you onto your side, alright? It’ll help you breathe better.”

Biting your lip, your hands nervously reached out and landed lightly over the top of his dark jacket-clad shoulders. When he didn’t fight you, you carefully rolled him onto his side with some effort. Next, you slipped your cardigan off of yourself, bunching it up in your hands.

“I uh, I’m just going to put something under your head so you don’t hurt yourself,” you awkwardly explained.

Gingerly you raised his head, gently cradling it in your hand as he continued to shake before you slipped your bunched up sweater underneath him. You lowered his head slowly back to rest on your sweater and then you sat back on the patio. There was nothing more for you left to do but wait out his seizure, so you tucked your legs into your chest and waited quietly beside him.

For some reason your heart ached at the sight of this man lying on the ground like this. And you knew he probably wouldn’t be thrilled to know he had an audience when he came out of it, but you also didn't want to just leave him here alone. He might need further help. You just hoped he wasn’t a violent man when he came out of it.

It was about another minute before you saw some sign of recognition that a stranger was sitting beside him flicker in the man’s eyes. He blinked slowly a few times, his brows drawing together on his forehead.

“Who–who’re ya?” he asked, his words slightly slurred together.

“Your neighbor,” you told him calmly. “Assuming you’re the man who lives here. You are, aren’t you?”

“I–I am,” he answered.

You watched as his hand slid along the brick patio, trying to push himself upright. One of your hands flew out instantly, gently resting on his shoulder. When his eyes narrowed at your touch, you quickly removed your hand.

“Sorry,” you apologized. “But you should give it a moment before you get up. Make sure you’re good first.”

“I’m grand,” he stated firmly, continuing to push himself up from the ground.

“It looked like you just had a seizure,” you replied, shaking your head. “You’re probably not grand at all.”

He blinked a few more times back at you, his hand coming up to rub at his temple as he slowly sat upright. From this close up, without him seizing on the ground and you worried about him, you couldn’t help but notice he was attractive. His dark hair was a bit mussed and you spotted a bit of gray in his beard in the dim light shining out of his house, but you were surprised to find that he had a nice face. Despite the guardedness in his expression, his eyes almost seemed…kind. Like there was something warm hidden far, far back in the depths of them. Which was odd for a man who’d just been released from prison. Usually 'kind' wasn’t the feeling you picked up on. And considering the vulnerable state you’d just found him in, you were shocked he wasn’t responding towards you more aggressively, which only made you more curious.

“I don’t have seizures,” he countered.

“Okay,” you said slowly, “but apparently you do. Because you just did.”

“I–” he paused, shaking his head slowly. “Doesn’t matter. What’re ya doin’ here?”

Your eyebrows rose up onto your forehead before you glanced away awkwardly down at your feet. Heat was creeping its way up your neck and towards your cheeks. Why had you jumped the fence to come help a stranger?

Clearing your throat nervously, you answered, “You looked like you needed help.”

“ I’m grand ,” he pressed.

“You know in my experience,” you shot back sarcastically, “generally when someone collapses to the ground, they’re not grand. So can you stop saying that already?”

The man didn’t answer as he pressed the palms of his hands against his eyes. A brief silence fell over the pair of you, one that had you shifting uncomfortably in front of him. You should probably go. It was weird you’d jumped the fence to check on him to begin with, this was just getting vastly more awkward.

“You’re–you’re American?” he asked.

Your attention returned to him at the question. He was eyeing you curiously in the dark, the corners of his eyes creased as they scanned over your face. Something about his eyes had you getting lost in them, your mind going momentarily blank before you started fumbling to form words.

“Y-yeah,” you breathed out. You cleared your throat yet again when you’d sounded far too breathy for your liking. “Just moved in with my half-sister the other day.” You gestured a hand behind you to your sister’s house. "Technically it's her house, I'm just…crashing for a bit."

Another awkward silence fell between the pair of you, the man just silently watching you with an unreadable expression on his face. You sent him a tense smile before pushing yourself up to your feet, his eyes following your movement. A moment later he slowly followed suit, coming to stand beside you. Heat was still burning at your cheeks under the weight of his stare.

"I should go, this is just–just weird," you blurted, laughing nervously. "I uh, I'm sorry for intruding but I just–" you paused, shaking your head, "–I couldn't just ignore you like that. I'm–I’m sorry."

You turned, grimacing at how uncomfortable this whole interaction had been as you made your way back over to the fence.

"Wait!"

You stopped, turning your head over your shoulder back towards him. Your eyes dropped down to his outstretched hand that was holding your balled up cardigan.

"This is yours, yeah?" he asked, making his way over to you slowly.

"Oh, yes, thank you," you mumbled, accepting the sweater.

You quickly slipped the sweater back on, only just now realizing how cold you'd gotten in your tee-shirt in the chilly evening. The fear for the man and then the awkward conversation afterwards had definitely distracted you from the temperature of the evening.

You turned back to the fence and then paused, a frown falling onto your lips. How the hell were you going to scale the fence from this side? There was no way you had enough upper body strength to pull yourself up the four feet of stone without something to at least stand on.

"Ya don't need to scale the fence," the man's amused tone came from behind you. "I can let ya out through the front door, y'know."

Chewing your lip awkwardly, you half-turned towards him. Your arms wrapped around your chest as you shrank back from him. The last thing you felt like doing was agreeing to step into the house of a man you didn’t know. Especially one you knew had just been released from prison.

As if he sensed your sudden shift in mood, his expression lightened. He sent you a small smile, one that looked a little awkward, too.

"I'm–I'm not goin' to hurt ya," he muttered.

"I uh, don't really know you," you answered softly. "No offense, but honestly I'm not the type to wander into any strange man’s house. It’s not–not necessarily anything personal."

Something flickered in his eyes at your words, that smile of his beginning to twist downwards. He nodded after a moment, his eyes scanning around the garden. He focused on the chair you'd moved away from him during his seizure, walking over to it and picking it up in both of his hands. He glanced up at you, a timid smile on his mouth now.

"Least I can do is help ya over then," he said.

Biting your lip, you sent him a shy smile before stepping aside and out of his way. He walked over to the fence, setting the chair down beside it before he looked back over at you.

“Hopefully that’ll help,” he murmured.

You nodded, muttering a quiet ‘thanks’ as you walked over to the chair and carefully stepped up onto it. It shook a bit unsteadily underneath you, taking you by surprise. Your hands flew out to steady yourself against the stone at the same time his hands just barely grazed your hips. You instantly stiffened under the unexpected touch, your gaze falling over your shoulder and down on him.

“Sorry,” he apologized, quickly removing his hands.

“It–it’s fine,” you said, shooting him a tight smile.

Attention returning to the fence, you placed your hands on the top of it before briefly closing your eyes, begging whatever higher power existed not to make you look like a total dumbass right now. Using all of your strength, you managed to hoist yourself up onto the top of the fence, twisting so you could sit on it and throw your legs over the side facing Megan’s yard. And then you pushed yourself over with your hands, landing with a soft thud on the other side.

“Michael,” you heard him call out behind you.

Spinning on the spot, you looked back at the man over the fence separating the pair of you. He looked nervous now, and the way he’d called out towards you had sounded hurried, as if he wasn’t sure he’d wanted to or not. You raised a questioning brow back at him.

“My name,” he clarified, that nervous expression still spread across his face. “It’s Michael Kinsella.”

Hesitating a moment, you wondered if it was possible to avoid giving him your name. You didn’t want to draw any attention from a single Kinsella to you, but not offering him your name might do just that.

“Grace Moore,” you said eventually, offering him the fake name you’d taken to using here.

Part of you felt bad about lying when you saw the nerves ease from his face at your introduction. Something about lying to him just felt wrong. Trying to push that particular feeling away, you gestured towards the fence and laughed nervously.

“Can’t say I’m very graceful, though,” you joked.

A chuckle fell out of Michael in response, the sound seeming to surprise even himself considering how quickly he’d tried to control it. He nodded, shooting you a broad smile that looked like it lit up his face. For the briefest moment you caught a little glint in his eye, and you felt like you saw that glimpse of kindness you’d noticed earlier shining a little closer to the surface as he gazed back at you. The sight of it had a smile spreading across your mouth that you couldn’t control.

“I should let you go,” you said, taking a step back. “I was actually about to go to sleep before uh, well, this.”

“Sorry to have interrupted,” he replied. “But…thank ya.”

You nodded, clearing your throat as you raised a hand and waved at him. “Have a good rest of your night,” you said.

“I–I hope ya do as well,” he said softly.

You turned, making your way back over to the table where your laptop and empty wine glass were still located. You picked them both up and made your way back over to the sliding glass door. Pulling it open, you drew Megan’s attention to you instantly. She shot you a grin.

“What?” you asked her.

Taking a moment, you closed the door behind yourself and made sure it was locked. From the couch, you saw the way Megan shrugged a shoulder at you, that grin still on her mouth.

“Nothing,” she said slyly. “Just saw you making friends with the neighbor.”

You rolled your eyes, making your way back to the kitchen to take care of your wine glass.

“I wasn’t making friends,” you called back to her. “He fell down, I just wanted to make sure he was okay.”

“So you jump a four foot fence?” she called back.

Rinsing out your glass of wine in the kitchen sink, you huffed out a breath. “It was instinct, okay? I don’t know why I did it,” you answered.

“Well he’s cute,” she said loudly from the other room.

You set your wine glass carefully in the sink, telling yourself you’d take care of dishes in the morning before you made your way back down the hall towards the sitting room. Megan was still grinning at you when you appeared.

“How the hell do you know if he’s cute?” you asked.

“I may have…taken a peak outside when I wondered where you’d disappeared,” she admitted.

You rolled your eyes before shooting your sister a pointed look. “He’s also fresh out of prison,” you reminded her.

She shrugged easily again, that sly smile still on her face. “Wouldn’t be the first one,” she replied.

Your eyes narrowed back at your sister, anger and hurt both simultaneously unfurling in your gut. Noticing how her words had affected you, the smile quickly slipped off of her face.

“Sorry,” she said immediately. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I’m going to bed,” you replied. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Grace!” she called after you as you began to ascend the steps. “Hey, come on! I’m sorry! That wasn’t what I meant!”

But you continued on your way to your room, closing the door behind yourself quickly. Your breath felt like it was coming in short as you set your laptop on the nightstand beside the bed. Throwing a hand up, you tugged at the collar of your tee-shirt. You felt like you were beginning to suffocate. Sweat was starting to dampen your forehead as your body temperature increased as if a panic attack was on the horizon. Making your way over to the window, you yanked it up and lowered your face to the opening, immediately relieved when the cool night air hit you. Gradually your breathing began to even out as you relaxed in front of the open window.

You knew Megan hadn’t meant to make light of your past, but that didn’t mean it still hadn’t bothered you. Or that it didn’t shake loose a few thoughts you were quickly and desperately trying to shove back in their mental boxes where they belonged. Because you didn’t want to think about him .

A light flipped on in the bedroom across from your window, your eyes drawn to it. Through the sheer curtains you saw a figure moving around inside. Michael, you assumed. For a moment your mind went back to that strange and awkward encounter with him just minutes ago.

He had seemed sweet, nervous even. Not at all what you had expected him to be. And you certainly hadn't expected him to be a good-looking man about your age. And that Irish accent certainly wasn't half bad.

Your eyes snapped shut at the thought immediately. No, you were not going to think about Michael Kinsella like that. That was a terrible, horrible, awful, no-good idea. He was a danger to you keeping your identity a secret and being able to live here and lay low in peace. You were not going to form a crush on him.

Your brows lowered onto your forehead, your lips curving downwards. Why the hell did you think you were forming a crush? That was ridiculous, you were certainly not–

"Ya doin' alright over there?"

Eyes flying wide open, you spotted Michael. He was leaning forward out of his own open bedroom window, a look of concern written on his features. Your lips parted in surprise, not expecting him to have caught you. Especially not in the middle of the particular train of thoughts you'd just been having.

"Uh, yeah," you replied, a sheepish smile spreading over your lips.

"Do all Americans like leaving their windows open in the freezin' cold? Or is it just ya?" he asked.

It took a moment to realize he was teasing you and heat flushed over your cheeks yet again.

"I just needed some air," you answered. Feeling bold you asked, "What's your excuse?"

“Was wonderin’ if ya were planning to jump outta you’re window,” he replied. “Ya looked…”

You noticed how he trailed off, his eyes boring into you so intensely that it made you uncomfortable. Almost like if he looked long enough he’d discover all your hidden secrets. You abruptly decided to change the subject. He didn’t need to know what was on your mind–in relation to him or the reason why you’d initially needed the air in the first place. Instead, you glanced down at the ground below you.

“Would it matter?” you countered. “Most I’d do is break an arm at this height.”

“That’s awfully dark,” he said.

Your eyes flew back up towards him, a smile settling onto your mouth. “You’re the one making conversation with a woman you thought was about to jump out of a window,” you pointed out.

He nodded his head, one corner of his lip twitching up in amusement. “Ya make a good point,” he replied.

Another little silence fell between you, your eyes taking in the sight of Michael in his dark green and wrinkled tee-shirt. You could see him better now that he was in his well lit bedroom even if you were both about ten feet away from each other. He had tattoos on his arm that you hadn’t noticed earlier because he’d been wearing a jacket and you found yourself curious what they were of and for. He also looked like he had a bit of muscle underneath that loose shirt of his.

After a moment you realized you’d been standing there quietly checking him out and your eyes flew back up to his face. Judging by his own expression he must’ve realized he’d been doing the same, his gaze meeting yours only seconds after leaving your chest. You sent him a tense smile, the cold air starting to raise the hairs along your forearms now.

“I should really get to sleep now,” you said, breaking the silence.

You watched as his face fell, the change so miniscule it was almost hard to catch. It looked like there was something certainly going on behind his eyes, something you caught even from ten feet away. There was a sadness that was steadily growing on his face as he nodded solemnly at your words. Megan’s words about Michael possibly not wanting to stay in that house suddenly ran through your mind again and you found yourself wondering if that had something to do with why he looked so dejected. And maybe why he’d continued to talk to you so much this evening.

He was lonely, you realized. And maybe something more than that, too.

“I uh, I’ll let ya get to it then,” he said. “It was nice meeting ya.”

He’d spoken just loud enough for you to barely catch his words. Something stirred in your chest, a desire to somehow bridge the space between the pair of you and ease that pain written on his face. But you weren’t sure why you felt that way.

No, you were not going to examine that thought any further.

“Goodnight, Michael,” you replied, ending the conversation.

“G’night Grace,” he said.

Slipping back inside the bedroom, your hands reached up and grabbed the window. While you slowly slid it back down, your eyes were locked on Michael across from you practically mirroring your actions. Both of your windows closed almost simultaneously. Reaching out for the curtain with your right hand, you slowly began to draw it close, pausing just long enough to send him a final, slightly awkward wave. He smiled just a little, his own hand raising just a bit to wave back. You closed the curtains the rest of the way before you finished getting ready for bed.

Though when you finally curled up in your bed a few minutes later, tired and ready to drift to sleep, you found that you couldn’t shake the complexity and depth of what was hidden in Michael’s eyes from your mind.

#michael kinsella x female reader #michael kinsella x you #michael kinsella x reader #michael kinsella #michael kinsella fic #kin amc

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somejazzinthemorning · 2 years ago

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tightrope. 03

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Original Female Character Warnings: Language Word Count: 7.241 Previous chapter: 02.

Drowning myself in work is my go-to coping mechanism for more than half of my problems.

I'll either resort to racing or tracing brand strategies in an attempt to avoid having to face whatever problem throws my way and, that night, being 11 pm on a Wednesday, my laptop and the small whiteboard on my desk became my saving grace.

Despite the burning eyes and my aching back, after hours sat at my desk, my mind was still racing, high on whatever feelings the brush of his lips had evoked in my body. I fell asleep to the memory of his eyes and the velvet lips.

There was no way to escape it. We were already falling.

I woke up late, the next day.

My phone had a full wall of notifications ready to present me. A single text in the middle of the dozens of work-related emails, most of them answers to the ones I’d written during the night and scheduled to be sent in the early hours of the work day. I only realised I was smiling, probably high on my own expectations, when I felt my smile drop, after seeing who sent the text. Amanda. Not him.

“those updates on the project at 3 am??? r u okay?”

“sorry! i remembered to schedule the emails, but forgot about the notes on the project.” "got some good work done, tho”

"need to take a moment to reread all of your incoherent notes” "all that rambling is… wow” "BUUUUUT come to the office” "the things from the berlin store just arrived, you will love them”

"can’t make it today” "send pics!”

"come tomorrow, then! ill get churros for breakfast”

My phone went back to the nightstand and I pulled up the comforter, wrapping it around myself in an attempt to find some security and calm of mind. I peered out from under the comforter, staring at the dark room, only lightened by some streaks of light created from a gap in the blinds. I was still tired from the night, and my mind scrambled from everything we had shared.

Eventually, I left the bed. My mom was downstairs, and a copy of Shadow of the Wind rested on the kitchen counter while she cooked lunch. Frank Sinatra played on the old record player in the living room and the music continued to stretch around the house as we ate together. Luckily, her birthday party was keeping her busy; busy enough that she didn't remember to ask me about the dinner from last night.

Truth be told: I'm a terrible liar. I would never be able to escape her questions.

At the end of the day, I met Rocco for a workout, in a nearby gym. He was waiting for me, leaning against the reception counter, teal Puma t-shirt paired with an amused smirk; I knew he was more than ready to put me through my paces. And I was right. It only took me a couple of exercises to lay on the floor, panting and sweating."Have you thought about what you're doing next season?" I looked up, in the direction of the voice. Rocco was standing in front of me, holding my water bottle.

I sat up straight and extended my hand to grab it. "Not yet," the water was cold and refreshing. Just what I needed. "Maybe a third year in the Challenge and," I paused to breathe. "You know, the reserve seat. Not ideal, but yeah."

He frowned, sitting down on one of the plyo boxes near me. "But yeah?"

"Yeah. Works." I answered, laying back down on the green turf. The small fake grass ticklish on my legs and arms. "Not much, but it's racing."

"I think I'll pretend you didn't say that."

"Why? It's just how it is."

He cleared his throat, the deep sound making me open my eyes and stare at him again. "Up," he commanded, refusing to help me get up. I brought the hand I'd just held up to the floor, to help me get up.

"I thought we were done," I said. He didn't even need to say anything to make me understand that we were, in fact, not done. "Are you mad?"

“Annoyed,” he turned back to me. “What the heck was that answer? Of course, a third year in the Challenge and a reserve seat in WEC are not ideal. I was hoping for a real answer, not some… whatever that was.”

“It’s the reality,” I shrugged. Instead of turning back and going back to do whatever he was about to do, he just kept looking at me. Not the conversation I was hoping for today.

“You had a plan. What happened?�� He asked.

“Nothing happened. I had a plan. And it’s going as it’s possible.”

"Excuses, Eva," Rocco exclaimed. He stepped forward and looked me in the eye. "You have a plan. You know what you want. And you have the talent."

“Congrats, you just solved gender inequality.” I gave him an ironic thumbs up, my mind still scrambled from the efforts of the workout and the encounter from last night. This kind of conversation was not what I wanted.

“You’re more than capable of getting a decent seat next year.”

“As we know,” I wiggled my finger between both of us, “It’s a tough path. Being capable won’t get me a seat. ”

“Locking yourself in an office keeping track of TikTok trends will?” I sent him a look. He held up his hands in defence. “You’re making excuses. There are other drivers fighting for the same things as you are and they are not taking no for an answer.”

“Neither am I.”

"Come on," he chortled, eying me carefully. I could tell that he wanted the best for me, but I was not really in the mood to discuss this at the moment. "When was the last time you actually planned something for yourself, and not just some new fashion designer or boujie vegan chef?"

I felt a little bit of annoyance creeping its way up my spine. I had been pushing myself so hard for the last few months, and I was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed with all the pressure.

“Can we focus on the races I have left to win?” I asked, my voice taking on an exasperated tone. “We can talk about this after I win this championship?”

“Sure.” He bent down to grab a 15 kg power bag from the floor and dropped it off at my feet. "This wasn't planned, but that self-pity is annoying me."

“A punishment?" I took my hands to my hips, a light chortle abandoning my lips. "Burpees and never-ending lounges? That's what you think I need right now?"

"No, no burpees," he said, his grin widening. "But maybe a few extra lounges wouldn't hurt." He was clearly enjoying this. I rolled my eyes and glanced down at the power bag in front of me.

“It was not—”

He cleared his throat, cutting me off, and I went silent. Then, looking at him, I saw that he was grinning at me once again, content. Yeah, it was self-pity. Yeah, the future is scary, especially when you’re a 25-year-old woman in motorsports and your career seems to be stuck.

I took a deep breath and bent over to pick up the bag, the cold weight of it dragging my body down to the ground. Rocco took a few steps back and then motioned me with his head to start.

"Andiamo," he said. “20 steps back and forth. Three series.”

So I did. I started lounging with the bag, back and forth across the green patch of turf on that side of the gym, trying to keep a steady pace. With each step, the pressure of the bag weighed me down. I kept going, pushing forward and gritting my teeth against the pain. When I finally reached the twentieth step, I dropped the bag and breathed out, my body aching from the effort.

By the end of the third series, I had pushed my body to its very limits and back. I sunk down onto the cool grass beneath me, feeling the relief of the softness beneath me—my muscles aching and my body dripping with sweat, my hair matted to my neck and temples.

Rocco sat near me, guiding me through a couple of moves, helping me to loosen my tight muscles and stretch out my body. Despite the big (and somewhat threatening) muscles he had a gentle touch.

“What’s on your mind?”

"Hm?" I frowned, my eyebrows furrowing together as I closed my eyes, feeling his hand pressing down on my thigh, pushing it firmly against the hard floor. I could feel the pain radiating through my body, but I tried to focus on the sensation of his grip.

“You always complain this hurts,” he said. I opened one eye. Now, I could feel the pressure from his grip. Probably something shifted on my face because he instantly asked, “Now it hurts?”

"It hurt before, I was just distracted." I shook my head, closing my eyes again and focusing on the sensation of his grip. “I’m free to feel like shit when things go badly." I let out.

“Things are not going badly,” he sighed, leaving my leg and switching to the other. “You’re simply letting yourself fall behind.”

I took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, my head falling back against the floor. I stayed there for a few moments, my heart pounding against my chest and my thoughts racing a million miles per hour. When I finally opened my eyes again, I looked up at Rocco, this time because I felt my thigh burning with discomfort, he was still looking at me, waiting for an answer.

"Too much." I glanced below while patting his arm. He raised an eyebrow, implying more pressure. "Ei!" I scrunched my nose. He just arched a brow. Sadistic fucker. “What? Are you going to hurt me until I hold someone at gunpoint and ask for a seat?”

“You talk like you don’t have good offers, Eva.”

“What is a good offer? Driving against 19-year-old boys in Formula 3? It’s humiliating.”

“W Series?” He suggested.

“I want to race with men and show people I can win against them.” I sat down. Rocco took his hands from my legs. My muscles tingled with the same intensity my thoughts did. “I like the Challenge because I’m showing them I can do it. But the team does not have a budget to race in other series. And I can’t be a reserve forever. So I can do another year and hope things change.”

“See? You’re choosing to fall behind.” He took a deep breath, understanding my frustration. "You can always look for sponsorship," he said, his eyes focused on the floor. "You have the talent, the connections—"

“I spent my teenage years sending letters and desperately trying to talk to people. You saw how that went.”

“You have results to show them, now. In two weeks you’ll have a championship.” I dragged my hands over my face. Instant regret. Both my hands and face were tingling with the same intensity my thoughts did. “W Series will give you exposure. Will give you points. You need points..”

“Why are you so interested now?” I arched an eyebrow, feeling a bit suspicious. “The year is long. Anything can happen. A lot can change.”

“I just don’t see you planning ahead.” He deadpanned, his expression unreadable. “What if you can’t do another season of the Challenge? Will you be content with just being a reserve in WEC?”

“Why so many ifs?” I asked, still feeling a bit apprehensive.

“Motorsports are unpredictable,” he replied, his voice steady and sure. “I’ve been around long enough to know that. And I’m your coach, not just a trainer. It’s kinda my responsibility to do this.”

“Nah, I’m not having it.” I paused, still not entirely convinced. “Do you know something I don’t?”

Rocco just shook his head. The dark strands of his hair moved in unison. “Eva—” He shrugged. I could see the wheels turning in his mind. Whatever he was about to say, it seemed like it wasn't completely true. "One," he continued; his tone shifting. "I don't want to be left without a job when you get bored of racing." I threw my towel at him, though I knew he was only joking. Unfortunately, he dodged it. "Two," he continued, "you're racing like a pro. You should race with the pros."

At least, in one thing he was right. I was racing like a pro.

On the other hand, I was not acting like one.

My team and my dad, the main sponsor, were the only support I had. Despite having other offers, none met our expectations. I had been a third, fourth, or fifth driver for too long. I had spent too much time in the garage, running simulations, and taking part in test sessions. Years of it. Each of these experiences had demoralized me.

Racing in the Challenge, learning with my team, taking time to understand the car and driving it to a podium made sense to me. Standing in the garage and hoping for someone to get food poisoning or COVID was not only morally wrong but also quite dull.

“Did you make this whole drama when Rio told you he wanted to stop racing and just go to college and become an engineer?” I asked, getting up from the floor and picking up my towel, still lying on the ground.

“It was worse actually,” my trainer said, following me. “I think I almost killed him when he told me.”

“We make quite the pair, don’t we?”

He smiled and nodded. “Yes, you do. Your poor father has his hands full with you two.” We stopped walking when we reached the locker room. “Go have a shower and get some rest.”

The second I reached my locker and opened the wooden door, I reached for my phone, looking for a message that hadn't arrived. Pathetic. A part of me considered taking the initiative and being the one to call or text him but, to be honest, what was left for me to say?

I had already told him everything by asking him not to kiss me and I might have told him even more by refusing to let go of him.

The office smelled of churros, so I knew Amanda was around. Either that or someone else had the same idea as her.

Familiar faces smiled back at me as I crossed the corridors and the work areas until I finally reached the common area and took one of the available seats. Since I had chosen to work remotely, and only visited the office casually for occasional meetings or when I needed a place where I could focus, I wasn't given an office.

The room was filled with the buzz of people chatting and the occasional laughter, making me feel a bit out of place. I knew most of them (read: I knew their names and which projects were under their purview), but rarely talked to any of them. Amanda, one of my friends from college, and the one who had introduced me to this agency was the only one I regularly talked with.

I sat down in my chair and pulled my laptop out of my bag. After talking with Rocco yesterday, I decided to take action on my career and spent last night looking at emails and reading my dad's notes on the sides of those he considered important enough to print. So, when I opened my laptop, my screen showed me my Notion board, which honestly felt like a showcase of my own failures. Not the first thing I wanted to see that morning.

A knock on the glass divider of the office made me lift my head up and find Amanda on the other side of it. A beautiful purple jumper highlighted her beautiful curves; her hair was pulled up in a ponytail. In her hands, a white box.

I waved at her.

“Vamos,” she motioned with her head. “Before anyone tries to steal these from me.”

I smiled and grabbed my laptop, zipping it up before getting up and walking towards her. “You know I have an important weekend ahead, right?”

She laughed, opening the box. “A churro won't weigh you down, don't worry.”

I took one of them and walked near her to the cafeteria. The morning light was soft, and the day was not too warm. Ideal to sit on the balcony and talk for a while. So, that's what we did. I grabbed coffee for both, while she walked outside.

The sunshine on my skin was just a slight warmth as I leaned on my chair, and the smooth breeze of the morning cooled off my skin. Traffic sounds in the background, the ruffle of chairs and the occasional bark of one of the dogs playing on the balcony of the start-up that shares the building with us.

While having a sip of her coffee, I noticed Amanda's eyes widening, and I could practically see the bell ringing in her mind. Instantly, my brows were drawn together. Brace yourself, Eva.

"So, I heard on Twitter dot com…" I rolled my eyes at the last part, and despite provoking a small chuckle from her, she didn't stop talking and her gaze still remained twinkling mischievously. "Carlos was in Mugello last weekend."

Oh, for fucks sake.

"If that's what Twitter says, it must be true."

"Yes. So," she paused. Her head tilted slightly, honestly looking like a pup who saw a threat in the distance. "Did you two talk?"

I shook my head; my fingers busy on the handle of my mug, desperately trying to seem unbothered by the question. "Nah, we didn't talk."

"You sure?" She asked, her eyebrows raised in suspicion.

"Yes, I'm sure," I said, my voice steady. "It's not like we're friends or anything."

"That's too bad," she murmured, a hint of disbelief in her voice. "It's not like Carlos and your brother are still like, the best of friends and maybe— maybe he went there to visit him and you end up talking?"

I sighed. "Stop it."“You're a terrible liar, Eva.” Amanda said bluntly, her gaze intense.

“Amanda,” I said, my voice stern and my eyes piercing. "Stop it."

“So, you talked.” Amanda gave me a knowing look. "I knew it. I saw those tweets and I realised we had barely talked this week, and that only happens when you're too busy overthinking. And then boom, I woke up to dozens of notes made at 2 am? You always go to bed early." She crossed her arms, her gaze still intense. "Come on, just tell me what happened. If it’s not him, it’s anything else. That worries me too. I'm here for you, no judgement."

I sighed. "Fine," I said, setting my mug down and leaning back on the chair. "We talked. A lot. We actually had dinner."

Amanda's gaze softened, but then she frowned again. “Dinner? The three of you?”

“The two of us.”

"Just the two of you?" Amanda's eyes widened in surprise, lips smiling brightly. I nodded to her question. "What did you talk about?"

A part of me wanted to end it there. The other part of me needed some guidance. And Amanda was a friend, she always had good advice. On the downside, she loved to gossip. But we were friends. Guidance. But gossip.

I shrugged. “Just normal things. Racing.”

“Okaaaay, that’s good.” At this point, her lips were curving up like she was the one having dinner with him. I couldn’t decide if her reaction annoyed me or made me happy. "So, what now? Are you going to keep in contact with him?"

I shook my head. "I don't think the dinner changed anything.” Liar.

“Eva,” she propped her elbows on the table. “You’re a terrible liar. Spit it out. What happened? If you don’t want to talk about it, tell me that. Just don’t lie.”

Talking about it would make a big deal. A bigger deal, actually. I dragged my hands over my face, tired and confused. Thinking about it was challenging enough and I truly didn't want to transform all my confusion and emotions into words. Amanda, on the other hand, couldn't hide the fact that she wanted the truth, her gaze so strong it almost made me melt over the iron (and obnoxiously red) chair I was sitting on.

So I told her. Every single detail. From the glorious vision of him under the bright lights of my garage, which for a second made me feel like I was living in an alternate world, through the call at dawn, to his gauze under the beautiful sunset glow. His warm, velvety lips brushing against mine. I told her about the “I think I might have loved you, too”, and the way that even in my dreams I couldn’t seem to forget his scent when he hugged me goodbye.

I felt so exposed, so vulnerable, as I spilled my heart out onto that small table, and when I finished all I could hear was the sound of her sigh. A ridiculous rom-com kind of sigh.

“I just feel like we messed it up because of pure desperation,” I said, crossing one leg over the other and looking around. “He messed it up. I think we just missed each other so much we… I don’t know. Got confused on the feelings?”

“He messed up?”

“I didn’t kiss him back. I just asked him to please, don’t.” It was more ridiculous saying it out loud now than when I recalled the moment in my mind.

“You’re even stupider than I thought,” was her answer. I arched my brow. “The guy cooked for you, at his place, told you he “thinks he loved you too” and tries to kiss you and now you’re mad because he didn’t text you?” She paused. “What the hell will he say? Of course, he won’t text you. What would you say to someone after being denied a kiss? Text him yourself.”

“No.”

“Why not?” Why not? I asked myself the same question. Because I can’t trust him to stay. Better, because I can’t trust him to not leave. “Don’t be stubborn, come on. Just by looking at you, I know you’re dying to get that kiss.”

“Can’t we go back inside and talk about work?”

“Oh, no, missy.” She shook her head. “Those AB tests can wait. I want to talk about you and how you’re so dumb you might lose the chance of your life.”

“You’re exaggerating. As always.”

“Eva.” She was stern, her eyes burning on me. “He was your best friend. At least try to mend that friendship. Even if you don’t want anything else. Whatever the reason.”

I sighed, bowing my head in defeat. Amanda had a way of making me see sense, even when I didn't want to. "And if I can’t see him as a friend but still can’t give a step in the other direction?”

“Then, you give it time. Just don’t give it too much space.” She got up from her chair. Mug on one hand. The empty white box on the other. “Remember how that worked up last time.”

Fact one about Amanda: she was probably the most curious person I knew. Any arguments in the office, celebrity rumours or gossip of literally any kind she knew by heart, down to the last detail. And while that was remotely irritating, especially at exhausting times, like during Amber and Johnny’s trial, or when (especially when) the news broke about Pique and Shakira's divorce, it could also be a blessing. At least from my point of view. Perhaps all the stories contributed to her having a broader view of relationships and, as a result, being so good at giving advice. Fact two: there was no one more insistent than her, so, evidently, she couldn’t leave the office without reminding me to text him.

It was 5 pm, and I was utterly absorbed in the presentation for the new restaurant. I was head down, consumed by the details of culinary and marketing analytics, and, to tell the truth, my mind was so focused on this project that I couldn't really think of anything else.

Amanda was getting ready to leave. Jacquemus purse over her shoulder and a strong pink lipstick on the place where a less saturated one had been during the day.

“You stay?” She asked me.

“Aham,” I briefly made my eyes leave the screen to look at her. “I need to finish this. Next week I’ll be too busy.”

“You leaving for Italy on Monday?”

“Tuesday,” I corrected her, my eyes going back down to the laptop. “Don’t want to leave this to the last minute.”

“Okay. I’ll try to have a look at it before you leave. Also,” my eyes went up again. “Send the man a good luck text.”

I sighed, rolling my eyes at her. "He doesn't need my luck text.”

Amanda nodded, her eyes still twinkling mischievously. "Okay, send him a whatever text, then. An emoji. Like his Instagram story.”

“I’m afraid liking his story won’t work.” I leaned back on her office chair, which I had taken in the middle of the day when she needed to leave for a meeting and left me to use her small office.

“Text him, then. Anything. I wouldn’t let Carlos Sainz escape, but you do you, babes,” she shrugged, turning her back to me to walk to the door.“Enjoy the weekend. Besos!”

“Bye!”

I didn’t text him. Of course. In the same way, she was insistent, I was stubborn.

Actually, let me rephrase it.

I didn’t text him then.

Mid-afternoon, Rio had called inviting me to dinner, and when I asked about the kids, he told me he had booked a nanny, so they would stay home. It was either business or pleasure. I didn't need to ask; as soon as he mentioned my dad was invited, I knew we'd be discussing business. And after Rocco's worries last night, I knew it was partly my business, too.

My nerves were on edge as I prepared to leave the office. They only worsened as I neared the restaurant - a way too fancy place for a Friday dinner with the family.

Crossing the sidewalk, my heels clacking on the cement, my head spinning from the long hours in front of my laptop, and the anxiety building in my chest, I looked inside. My dad was seated at the end of the table, with an empty seat to his right - the seat I was supposed to take. Marjorie was already waving at me. Smiling politely to the man standing at the door, I said, "They're waiting for me." He nodded and let me enter.

My eyes drifted to their table, and I allowed myself a few seconds to study the mood. They were laughing, but my palms were still sweating as I settled in for what would surely be an uncomfortable conversation.

"Sorry, traffic," I said, punctuating my apology with a kiss on each of my parents' cheeks. "Am I too late?"

"No, no," my dad said, his voice warm and comforting. "Your brother was about to tell me something, but you just distracted him. Go ahead, Fabrizio."

I turned to him, curious.

"I'm sure we can wait a bit more. Just... after the food," he said.

"Why are you so nervous?" Marjorie asked, her violet fingernails softly laying over his arm in a gentle caress. "It's something good," she said to me. "Don't worry."

"Are you pregnant again?" my mom asked.

"No! No, no!" my sister-in-law responded quickly, her voice almost echoing in the room. Even Rio seemed surprised by her rapid response. "It's Rio's news. Not mine."

“After the food, then,” my father said.

“I hate it when I do that,” I muttered to my brother, grabbing the menu from the table and letting my eyes drift through the print. “You haven’t ordered yet, right?”

My dad shook his head. "We were waiting for you.”

I glanced at the menu one last time before setting it back down. My dad's hand called for a waiter and, after the young man left, the conversation resumed. As usual before any Grand Prix, the race weekend was the matter on the table and, that night specifically, Carlos' penalty was the urgent matter. Ferrari had the pace and Carlos had the skill, but as I sat there, hearing my brother and dad's input on how wise the choice had or hadn't been, my attention diverged to the DNF he had suffered in Austria, less than two weeks ago. Vivid images of the flames engulfing the car, the heartbreaking words on the radio, and the cheers that echoed through the crowd as his teammate stepped onto the top step filled my mind.

One feeling the glory, the other one consumed in ruin.

“Good luck out there this weekend.” "Don’t pull another Austria. That one was scary.”

Done. I’d texted him. For better or for worse, it was done. And I didn’t have time to put the phone back in the purse before it vibrated again in my hand.

“Thank you. I really need it.”

I checked the time.

“Shouldn’t you be resting?”

“I’m resting." "Listening to my teammate rant about food, but resting.”

“Why? Did you tell him about the cheese-less pasta you tried to feed me?” “If I expect Leclerc to teach you something is how to cook pasta."

"He’s a terrible cooker.” “I’m better learning it from you.”

"I’ll be sure to give you a lesson someday."

"I'll hold you to that."

"What are you smiling about?" Marjorie asked, my attention immediately being grabbed from my screen to the table.

"Nothing, sorry," I said quickly, tucking my phone back into my purse. "Amanda just texted me about the work I was finishing.”

"Ah, Eva, if you put that effort into racing…" he said, as the waiter came back with our food. I tried to ignore him, especially because there was no use fighting back his comment.

Even with the food on the table and the anticipation to find out about Rio’s news tugging on my chest, the conversation didn’t go further from Formula 1. My dad, a lifelong Italian Ferrari fan and a very biased Carlos supporter was ranting over the lack of professionalism he was sensing from the team and how the choices they repeatedly made ruined not only the drivers but the prestige of the team. Nothing new. Rio and I have been listening to the same tirade for a long couple of years and nothing seemed to change, even after the amazing start to the season the team had.

“I had my reservations at first, but you could be a nice fit for the team, actually”, my dad said, pointing at Rio, with the knife he was using to cut his steak. Rio looked confused at him, and then, at me. “Have they given you an answer?”

What?

For a moment, I felt like I’d fallen on a different table, a completely different conversation. My gaze shifted from one to the other, confused by my father’s question.

“Who’s they?” I asked. Marjorie was biting her lip; her violet fingertips on my brother’s arm, once again.

“Ferrari,” my father responded, clearly stepping over my brother’s feet. Rio seemed bothered; clenched jaw, restless fingers that Marjorie tried to calm by positioning hers over. “Are those the news?” He asked him.

Rio nodded, his jaw unclenching and his lips transforming to a slight grin. "Yep. They offered me a job." He looked around the table, his gaze caught mine for a second but quickly left again. “I need to let them know my decision until Monza.”

“You applied for a job at Ferrari?” I asked. Honestly, I was so confused I couldn’t piece all the things together. “We’re doing so good at the Challenge, you could have waited for just one m—”

“Eva.” My dad interrupted me. The strong stern voice pulled my attention. The authority value of his words over the sweet comforting voice of the beginning of the dinner. The mood had definitely shifted “Wait? You’re the one that’s always urging the team to aim for higher heights.”

"Exactly. The team won't do that without Rio."

"But your brother will. And so will you." I tried to interject but with no success. He continued before I even had the chance to talk. "You can't possibly think your brother would stay with the team knowing he could have this huge opportunity."

"I didn't know about any opportunity." I was replying to my father, but my eyes were directed to Rio. "What about the team? And the Challenge?" I inquired.

"In less than two weeks, the championship will be over. I have no doubts you will win it. You're just losing time there," my father's tone was bothering me, but the fact that he was still cutting his steak as he talked was really aggravating my temper.

Rio, on the other hand, didn't react. His expression didn't even shift. He remained silent, eyes shifting between mine and dad's face. In his silence, though, he was telling me much more than he thought.

"This is not a formality," I said to my father. "Can you please look at me while you talk about our future?"

Finally, he put down his cutlery and remained silent for a few seconds. Deep blue eyes looked up at me, cold and serious.

"There's no future for you if you're afraid to take a serious step," he said finally. "I won't let your brother get stuck in the Challenge when I know he can do so much more. I won't let you make him fall behind because of you."

"Because of me?"

"Why else would he stay at the Challenge?" I stayed silent, feeling my fake sense of confidence being stripped away with the weight of my dad's question. The answer that my conscience gave me was selfish and I refused to say it out loud. I was afraid of staying alone, rather, I was afraid to see Rio flying solo in the higher aims I ambitioned for me and not being able to carry along. Only if he waited, we could jump up together. "Why would he choose anything less than Formula One?"

"So, you have it decided, then?" I asked Rio. "How did that even happen?"

His tongue crept in between his lips, eyes wandering on my face, afraid to reach my eyes. It was making me nervous. Not just because he was about to leave me, but because he didn't tell me about it, prior. My dad knew about it. He even thought that I knew about it. And like a lightning bulb lighting up on my head: Rocco knew it, too.

"It was proposed to me. The job. At Silverstone, a few weeks ago." Even though Rio was stuttering, and his words barely constructed a sentence, piece by piece it all fell together. "Apparently, Carlos talked to someone about you. About the Challenge. And he mentioned me, my results..." he explained. "Carlos invited me there for the Grand Prix and surprised me with an interview."

Why didn't it surprise me? Carlos. The “right time”, of course.

"Your results? Why hide this from me?” I asked, looking around the table. “Clearly, everyone else knows.”

“I wanted to tell you, but didn’t get the chance to do it.”

“But what?” I asked, half defeated, half annoyed. Angry, even. There was so much going on inside me, I couldn’t think straight. “You just said you had the interview in Silverstone. Weeks ago. You had plenty of opportunities.”

“I knew you would snap and react like this,” Rio tried to justify himself.

“Snap? I’m not—” I paused and took a deep breath. At this point, I was seething with anger. “I’m asking questions. I’m not… snapping.”

“You should be happy for me,” I would if I didn’t feel betrayed. “I know you well enough to know that you would react… badly to the news. Especially if you knew Carlos was involved**.**”

Even though his name was blinking on my head, in bold red letters, I tried to set apart his involvement in this story. So, I carried on,

“And you’re just going to do it? Leave the team, the whole project and ditch us? Without even consulting me?”

He shrugged. “I’m consulting you now.”

“This is not a consultation, Rio. Please.” A pause. “This is you telling me what you’re going to do, without even considering my opinion or the team that’s behind your great results.”

“Go ahead.” He made a gesture with his hand. “What’s your opinion, then? You are the one that’s always telling me to aim higher. This is my dream. Always has been.”

“What? Formula One? I thought your dream was to drive in Formula One. Or was that before you noticed you’re a shitty driver? Enlighten me.”

“Eva, enough,” the deep voice cut me off.

I felt like I was going to burst. I wanted to scream, to cry, to express my anger somehow. But my dad's stern gaze kept me in my place. I felt completely helpless and unheard.

“You’re being ridiculous,” said Rio, cutting through the silence. “Childish, even. Ungrateful.”

“Ungrateful? I’m not the one leaving.”

“Why does leaving need to be bad?” The question settled in for a second. “Grow a bit, and maybe you’ll get some good opportunities too.”

“Sure, maybe then my friends will get me jobs, too. Is that what you mean?”

“Enough.” My dad's fist hit the table, loud enough to silence us, but not to the point of attracting too much attention.

My gaze lingered on his clenched fist on the table. I nodded, forcing myself not to say anything else. I placed my napkin on the table and got up, making sure my chair wouldn’t make any noise when pushed back. Before turning around, I paused briefly, my gaze now resting on my brother. “Good luck with your new job.”

It didn't surprise me when I saw Carlos fly through the track the next day, setting amazing times in the qualifying session, despite the penalty waiting for him for the race. He was dancing with the car, tracing beautiful lines within the colourful ones Paul Ricard was known for. Carlos would start P19 the next day, only ahead of Magnussen, who also had a back-of-the-grid penalty.

I traded the interviews for a dip in the pool and lingered there for the remainder of the afternoon. Perhaps because I was not the best person to have around that day, my parents had left just before lunch and didn't get back until after dinner. Alone, with music echoing throughout the house and the crippling anxiety the events that week had provoked, I felt myself get lost in the doubts and uncertainties.

My phone rang when I was already getting ready for bed. On my nightstand, the name Carlos appeared over an old photo of both of us. Like I couldn't control it, I walked to the phone and sat on the bed. I let it ring a few times before picking it up.

“Hi,” he said. I just looked through the window, to the dark backyard. “No good luck text today?”

“Guess not.”

“And why's that?”

“Did you know Rio had an interview to work at Ferrari?”

“Yes...?” He paused. “Is that a problem?”

“Did you know he got a job offer?”

We both fell into a moment of silence. A long sigh stretched through the line. I closed my eyes, not sure what to expect from the conversation. The next time his voice was heard, it was more serious.

"Can we stop asking questions instead of answering them?"

"The timing is funny," I said. "Just that."

"What do you mean?"

"You coming to Mugello? Was that a coincidence?"

"Eva, what?" Carlos was silent for a few seconds. "Don't make this into a drama," he said. "Rio is talented and if he got a job offer it's because he earned it. The things are not remotely related."

"I'm not complaining about him getting the job."

"Then what are you complaining about?" Carlos asked.

"That it took you years to finally come back and talk to me and it happened just when he got a job in your team. Did you really want to talk to me or did he make you do that?"

"I didn't do it for him," Carlos said. "I did it because I wanted to see you."

"I wish I could believe you."

"And why don't you?"

"It's been three years. Coincidences don't just happen."

I could hear him breathe. Silence weighed down my chest. He wasn't denying it. He wasn't telling me why he was there, that night. "Can I see you this week?" He asked me, before a long sigh.

"No."

"I'll be in Maranello for a few days." I bit my lip, shaking my head to the void. "You'll be in Imola, right? I can go there—"

"I don't want to see you." I talked over him and then paused for a brief second. "Don't show up there, please. It's an important week and I don't really need more distractions."

“Eva, por favor.”

“Good luck tomorrow.”

I put my phone away and let myself sink into the bed, feeling nothing but the warmth of the comforters on my skin and the instant sense of security that came over me. I allowed my eyes to close and my mind to drift away, and before I knew it, a prayer for Carlos came into my thoughts.

I prayed for strength for both him and me, for us. I knew that, whether we were on or off the track, we would need to find a way to get through whatever was to come.

Next Chapter: 04.

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