#doctor eugene roe

[editsbyvenus]

𝙚𝙪𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙚 - 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙮 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣

[panzershrike-pretz]

Yooo can someone help a gal in these trying times 🥲

I wanna read some Doc Roe fics, but don't know some good ones, can ya'll help? Preferably some hurt/confort/fluff and next to zero smut (if possible 🤙)

Love yall

[magnoliasforyourmedic]

Gene wanted nothing to do with being a medic after the war. Very few people outside of Easy Company knew he was a medic, let alone served in the war, and he was adamant about keeping it that way. If someone was injured on a job site, he’d usually sit back and let the others handle it, maybe give them some instructions from afar if it’s serious enough.

Unfortunately, the boys of Easy Company never quite got that memo. He’d be sitting at a table at one of their reunions listening to a conversation when he gets that familiar tingle down his spine. Doc locks eyes with them as they make their way across the room, holding a napkin over a cut and clutching their hand to their chest. He stares them down with narrow eyes that scream “don’t you dare”. They smile unapologetically because they know he’ll take care of them anyway. “This is the last time” he’d say loudly, firm and adamant and leaving no room for rebuttal as he fixes them up. The men just smile and nod, knowing fully well that everyone knew that was a lie.

[luckyreds]

Band of brothers scenes pt 1/?

- Speirs comforting Grant

[saintmalosunsets]

Two days later, he checked in at a hospital as “Lynn Compton” in full WWII gear to get it re-stitched.

[liptonsbabe]

Ok, then

[caesium-55]

—seven days [ epilogue ]

pairing: max verstappen x manager! reader

summary: as the third time world champion, max verstappen's manager, you function on the belief that whatever max verstappen wanted, max verstappen shall get. but this time, after four years of working as his manager, you can't give him what he wants anymore and that was to stay.

warnings: mentions of death and suicide.

author's note: here's the epilogue and the end end of the seven days series. thank you everyone for showing love to this fic! i was honestly so overwhelmed by the sheer amount of all of you. also, i apologize for all the broken hearts i caused after posting chapters 4-7. stay safe yall! i'll rest my fingers for real now. my doctor wasn't very happy with me. NOT BETA READ. NOT EDITED.

tags: @whatamidoingwithmylife-ramdom @eugene-emt-roe @bellezaycafe @barnestatic @theseerbetweenus @wcnorris @notyouraveragemochii @lpab @vildetry06 @a-beaverhausen @formula1mount @loloekie @alucardsdaddyissues @juky-ps @cassianswh0reeee @devotedlycrookeddonut @amberpanda99 @supermaxv1 @evie-119 @spideylovin @harianaswhore @formulaal @landorris @onecojg @leclercdream @vicurious28 @c-losur3 @spookystitchery @0710khj @strollnstroll @justab-eautifulmess @ssrcsm @seasonswinter @kravitzwhore @mycure156 i hope i didn't forget anyone

masterlist.

Julio [Name] was not an ambitious person. He didn't have dreams or concrete plans in life. But in 1985, his first dream was born. He wanted to be an F1 racer after reading about the Portuguese Grand Prix in a local newspaper where he saw a Brazilian racer even younger than him participate in it and winning it. Ayrton Senna was the racer’s name, twenty-five years old. At that time, Julio [Name] was the same age.

He immediately searched for the nearest karting track. He brought his then girlfriend, Sally Kingston, a dental student in USC, to the kart zone for their date. It was safe to say that driving was not exactly his forte. He crashed his rental kart and had to pay the damages. He was afraid that he made himself a loser in front of the Sally Kingston, the richest, prettiest, and nicest girl from L.A., and that she wouldn't wanna go out with a bumpkin like him anymore, but she had only laughed at him—her eyes turning into little crescents, showing too much teeth and gums—and from then and there, he knows he’s going to marry Sally Kingston one day. He might not have become a F1 driver, but he ended up marrying the girl of his dreams.

Him and Sally welcomed a son in 1991. They named him Damiano and he turned out to be a carbon copy of his beloved wife, not that Julio was complaining. When Damiano turned five, Julio brought him in the kart zone and let him try driving the kart. Damiano adored it so Julio signed him up for racing school. Three weekends later, Damiano got sick of driving around in circles so he stopped. Sally gave birth to a daughter in the same year—1996.

Five years later, he brings [Name], his mija, into the kart zone. He expected that you’ll be like Damiano, too, getting sick of the thing after three weekends or so. You didn't. You loved karting and going fast, almost dangerously so. You lasted five weekends so Julio signed you up for the kart zone’s junior racing school and you were their first female member. You won your first race when you were six, only seven months after you officially joined.

“She was born to race,” the team head told Julio. Julio then decided that he’d do whatever it takes so you could become a F1 driver.

Like his initial dream, his dream for you couldn't be brought to reality. When you were nine, you had to stop karting for financial reasons. Damiano was in high school, Rafael had leukemia, and Dominic had just been born. When Julio told you the news, you were sad but you understood why the decision was made so you never complained. You learned how to play billiards instead and your Abuelo was the one who taught you. It's cheaper than karting so Sally and Julio gave you their full support.

Julio [Name] was pleasantly surprised when you told him that you got accepted in USC’s engineering department years later. He half expected that you’d be like Damiano, who took an interest in dentistry, and was attending dental school. He was going to be a dentist like his mother. He was a perfect copy of Sally.

“If I can't be a racer, I’ll become a mechanical engineer,” you declared, head held high. Julio couldn't be anymore proud. You were living his dream.

If you asked Julio [Name] if he had lived a happy life despite not reaching his dreams, he would say yes without hesitation. He married the love of his life, Sally Kingston, now Sally [Last Name]. His first son, Damiano, had topped dental school and followed in his mother’s footsteps. His daughter, [Name], graduated with flying colors, a mechanical engineering degree under her belt and entered the motorsports industry, the first in the family to do so. (You even got him Fernando Alonso’s autograph! That's his second favorite driver!) Not only that, she volunteered at the LAFD during her college years and competed in a billiards tournament in Vegas, Australia, and the UK. You had the potential to be an international-level pool player but you didn't pursue the sport because you wanted to be an engineer. Rafael didn't let leukemia beat him and now, he’s finishing up his last year in CalTech, pursuing mechanical engineering like his older sister. A research team in Sweden had been eyeing him for a while now. Dominic, on the other hand, is steadily building a career for himself in volleyball. He was offered a sports scholarship in Harvard so, despite the fact that he’s going even farther than his siblings with no relatives near him like in L.A., Julio pushed him to pursue what he wanted. His children are his pride and joy. He spent every single day bragging about his children to his colleagues. The others had expressed their envy to him. Did Julio save a country in his last life to have such great children?

Furthermore, he’d been promoted to be the captain of Station 131 in Austin. Julio may not have driven an F1 car but he wouldn't even trade this family over anything in this world, not even the life of luxury and thrill of a Formula One Driver.

(What Julio didn't know was that Damiano had serious depression in dental school that he carried even after graduating, that you weren't accepted as an engineer in F1 and was stuck in a managerial position for the last five years, that Sweden found a better researcher than Rafael so he’s stuck suffering physically and mentally in a degree with his future unclear and cloudy, and Dominic was slowly losing passion in volleyball but it's the only thing putting him through college right now so he grits his teeth and put himself on court. No one told Julio. Julio got enough of his dreams broken already.)

Truthfully, despite working for Red Bull for half a decade, you never liked its taste. You were always the Monster Energy type of girl. It's the one drink that kept you functioning through all the all-nighters you pulled in engineering school. However, you kind of lost the palate for Monster Energy so now, here you are, standing outside a gas station mini mart in the middle of the dusty highway that leads to El Paso. You hold the chilled can of Red Bull against the side of your neck, satisfied with the feeling of something cool pressing against your skin. The temperature in Texas is going absolutely crazy this time of the year. In your other hand, two cigarette sticks balance in between your fingers. You crave the deadly nicotine. Desperately. But you're not stupid enough to smoke at a gas station because of your cravings.

Your phone vibrates and you pull it out of your pocket to see who messaged you. You snicker when you view the barrage of pictures from the Austin Grand Prix that Leo sent. A stolen shot of Logan, meme faces of Alex, the air show, a selfie with THE Fernando Alonso, and a Tiktok video with the other Williams mechanics.

You watched the race from the stands today and truthfully, you prefer watching the race in the garage than on the stands. It's unbelievably boring to be there. People pay thousands of dollars to sit under the excruciating heat of the sun and catch a glimpse of very fast cars for a nanosecond. You wouldn't even catch sight of if you blink. Nevertheless, you're happy that Leo is having the time of his life. You wish you share the same shoes.

leo: so so sad that u have to go

you: id be flattered if u actually mean it

leo: *rolling eyes emoji*

leo: i hope you choke on your beer

you: i hope you choke on the celebratory champagne

you: and i dont drink and drive

leo: good to know ur not stupid

leo: on a serious note make sure to drive to el paso safely

you: aight aight

leo: u know i have something to confess

you: if it's something stupid, don't bother

leo: ur stupid

you: fuck u

leo: shut up

leo: just wanna say i didn't break up with u bc u gave max too much attention

leo: i know that's what i said but i only said that bc i knew that u needed max to achieve ur dreams

leo: and idk i just thought max wouldn't give it to u not when im still dating u

you: that's stupid

you: max isn't like that

leo: hes in love with u

Your heart stutters. You ignore it.

you: liar

leo: i could tell u lil shit

leo: idk he looked like someone who’d hold a grudge

you: he does hold grudges

leo: and i cant allow myself to stand in between you and the one person who can give you your dream you know?

leo: i loved you enough to let you go to him

You choke on your saliva. You don't love Leo romantically anymore and you are sure that the feelings are mutual but his abrupt confession is enough to bring back the pain of loving him and letting him go all over again.

leo: u sure u won’t stay to see him?

leo: he’s the one who wants to see you the most

you: his ig messages makes me think otherwise

You're a fucking coward. A pussy.

leo: you didn't see the man [name]

leo: you don't know how empty he looks now

A shadow of guilt darkens your eyes. You quickly shove your phone into the pocket of your jacket. You open the Red Bull and take a large swig, almost draining the entire can. You exhale loudly after drinking, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You stare at the vast expanse of the dry earth before you, starting to understand the appeal of aimless road trips in the southern roads.

The world seems to be turning in slow motion now.

Ever since your father died, time feels like it was moving too fast. You arrived at the hospital half an hour after Julio was officially pronounced dead. At that time, you felt like the world was ending. Your knees gave out in the middle of the hospital hallway. Your mother’s wail echoed in your ears. Damiano and Dominic were trying to console her, both of whom were crying terribly. You stare at them, face empty despite the hurricane brewing within you. Rafael wrapped his arms around you and you held onto him as he cried uncontrollably.

Your mother possessed a weak heart. She’d grown weaker and weaker day by day after your father passed. Your father’s station held a ceremony for him to pay tribute to their fallen captain. You were the one who carried his helmet all throughout the ceremony because the entire station knew you were his most prized child. When you flipped the helmet, there was a photo taped on it. A photo of the entire family at your graduation ceremony in USC. You maintained that tired and empty stare during the entire procession. In the middle of the ceremony, your mother collapsed.

Your father’s death was the first domino to be tipped. Your mother’s collapse during the funeral was the second. From then on, everything turned to shit. Your mother had always been frail and prone to sickness so it didn’t surprise you when she had grown so weak in a matter of days. She couldn't sleep. She didn't want to eat. She lost her will to do anything else. You took her to the hospital after a week because you were afraid she was beginning to become malnourished. Damiano suggested moving your mother to El Paso, to your Abuelo and Abuela’s farm, so your mother could recuperate there, and you agreed. The entire family moved to El Paso quickly, leaving the house in Vista Del Pueblo empty and celebrated the New Year there.

You opened your phone for the first time since you landed in ATX on the 30th and a barrage of messages had been sent to you. From Daniel, Logan, Leo, Kendall, Julia. You freeze when you see Max’s name. Your finger hovers above it, hesitating. Your mind trailed back to the five years you spent in Red Bull, to all the memories with Max in it, to what happened inside his penthouse in Monaco, the jet, the night you spent in his sheets, the shoes and—

Fuck.

“Kelly,” you mumbled to yourself, typing her username in the search box. You began typing up a message. You're not mentally equipped to write a long message of apology. Your mental dictionary was not ready to use so you decided to half ass the entire message and hope for the best.

you: sorry about the breakup

you: i didn't know about the shoes

you: i didn't take it

you: im so sorry

you: i hope you're not too hurt

In truth, you loved Kelly for Max. You never had problems with her. At first, you were concerned about the great age gap between her and Max as she was even older than Danny but then you figured that you did not have a say because Leo was also younger than you, born in the same year as Max. Then, you saw how she was so caring to Max, so patient in dealing with his misplaced anger, so supportive. You saw how Max transformed into a better version of himself, something you are not even capable of doing, because of Penelope and Kelly. How he became the world's most massive girl dad without trying. You ignored every bitter feeling that sprouted on your chest because you saw Max was happy and his happiness always came first. And now, you’re here, apologizing to Kelly for taking Max away from her.

kelly: i think i’m the one who’s been taking him from you

kelly: take care of him for me

you: thank you for loving him

You can't imagine how hurt Kelly was. Imagine dating and preparing a man so he could be perfect for another girl.

you: but i can’t do what you're asking

you: not anymore

“Not anymore,” you whisper to yourself, as if uttering it to the wind would cement it as the truth.

Not anymore, Max. I’m sorry.

Rafael and Dominic told you that they want to drop out of college to help you out with Mama a few days after New Year’s. You quickly told them no, to finish college and that you could handle taking care of two senior citizens and your sickly mother and help out on the farm since you’re essentially jobless at the moment.

The third domino is Damiano. You were always aware he’d been clinically depressed, taking medications to help him get better. Whatever he went through in dental school, he carried it with him until he was working. You believed he was getting better. He was seeing a therapist for years now and you were checking up on him every day. Then, like Mama, he just…. became worse. Rafael found him submerged in the bathtub in his apartment, red painting his wrists. Had Rafael not been there at the right time, Damiano would have followed Papa Julio.

The fourth domino is Dominic. He ruined his hand in March. The doctor told him it was dangerous for him to continue playing volleyball competitively. It was either he learned how to set with only his non-dominant hand because his dominant hand is partially crippled or he stopped playing all together. He’d choose the second option with no hesitation as he had lost his passion for the sport but if he’s not playing for Harvard anymore, no one would be able to pay his fees until graduation. Not when Julio died, not when Sally was too sick to continue working, not when Damiano was currently unstable, not when you’re the only one who had been supporting the entire family through your entire savings account. Red Bull must have paid you a lot of money because you’ve been keeping the entire family afloat for months now.

The fifth domino is Rafael, who got his entire thesis overhauled so now, his graduation was out of the picture. It sucked. He’d always been expected to follow his older siblings’ footsteps, both of whom are academically excelling individuals and Rafael had been studying and studying and studying. So why was this happening to him? Why was this happening to his family?

The sixth domino was yet to be tipped over.

You refuse to fall.

You blink, suddenly back in reality when you hear a loud caw of a bird flying above your head. You shake your head, tossing the Red Bull in a nearby trash can and returning inside the mini mart. The amount of caffeine in a Red Bull isn’t enough. You need more. You need fucking coffee.

Gas station coffee sucks but you’re never the type who complains. El Paso is still eight hours away and you’re sure you're going to be driving your motorcycle the entire night just to reach the farm the next morning.

You walked towards the Yamaha XSR 155 parked in front of the mini-mart, a styro cup of coffee that’s as black as your soul and as bitter as your life in your hand. Hypnotizing swirls of steam rise from the cup. In each step you take, the key that is attached to your hip jingles.

It's a little past four in the afternoon but the darkness of the sky makes you think it's around six PM. You pocket your cigarettes and stand beside your motorcycle, hand on your hip while the other brings the cup of coffee to your mouth. A car suddenly arrives, coming to a screeching halt in front of you. You flinch in surprise, almost spilling your coffee in your hands. You hiss loudly, brows furrowing, a curse sitting on the tip of your tongue. You hear the sound of a car door opening and slamming shut and when you look up—

“Max.”

He’s still in his Red Bull overalls, drenched in sweat as if he ran to the gas station instead of driving. His hair is windswept, sticking out in multiple directions almost attractively so. He looks simultaneously distraught and relieved when your eyes met. The longing in his eyes. God. You unconsciously take a step back and turn around—a flight response—when he charges in your direction.

A strong pair of arms wrap around you from behind, stopping you from your tracks and causing your coffee to spill and fall down pathetically on the floor. You avoided the puddle, hands reaching behind you to guide Max away from the steaming liquid. But it’s too late. You saw the hot coffee touch his skin.

“Max!” you exclaim, eyes going wide. Your hand wraps around his forearm, pulling it but his grip on you tightens so you resort to tapping his arm in hopes that he’ll let go and you can inspect his injured hand and make a quick run for the mini mart for first-aid supplies.

“Max, let go,” you say, panicking. “Your hand—”

“Don’t leave,” his voice cracks.

“I won't go, okay? Let go and I’ll—”

“No,” the hug tightens and you suck in a breath. “You’ll leave again. I know you’ll leave again.”

“I’ll fix your hand. You can’t burn your hand—”

“I can endure it. Let me have this please,” he pleads. You pull his hand but Max remains stubborn. Resigned, you sigh. It turns out that you’re still the same, giving whatever Max wanted.

“I’m sorry for getting angry,” he begins. “I’m sorry for stopping you from going to Renault. I’m sorry for promising that I’d talk to Christian. I’m sorry that I didn't. I’m sorry that you had to break up with Leo because of me. I’m sorry that I realized that I fell in love with you while dating Kelly. I’m sorry for the shoes. I’m sorry for getting drunk. I’m sorry for being so selfish. I’m sorry for not considering you. I’m sorry for loving you. I’m so, so sorry, [Name]. For everything.”

His words come rapidly and frankly, you don't want to hear Max like this. Max rarely apologizes. You're not used to hearing him apologize.

“Max—”

“I called, [Name].”

You freeze.

“I called so many times. Not once have you answered. Not once—” a loud sob erupts from his mouth, interrupting him. “You always come when I call.”

You close your eyes, letting out a shaky breath.

“I sent you a message,” he continues. “To wait for me. I know I’m selfish but can I have five minutes please? Just….five?”

A pause.

“Okay,” you whisper. Max’s body trembles against yours and you stand still for a few minutes,

“Hey,” you say gently, suddenly reminded that you're standing in an open space and Max is still in his Red Bull overalls and he doesn't even have his usual cap on and this compromising situation you're both in was going to be bad for Max’s online reputation once the wrong pair of eyes manage to catch sight of you. You can already imagine what the headlines would be.

MAX VERSTAPPEN AND HIS FORMER MANAGER CAUGHT HUGGING IN A GASOLINE STATION AFTER AUSTIN GP.

MAX VERSTAPPEN AND FORMER RED BULL MANAGER IN A RELATIONSHIP?

FORMER RED BULL MANAGER POTENTIAL REASON FOR BREAKUP BETWEEN KELLY PIQUET AND MAX VERSTAPPEN?

MAX VERSTAPPEN CHEATED ON KELLY PIQUET WITH FORMER MANAGER?

MAX VERSTAPPEN, FULL-TIME WORLD TIME CHAMPION, PART-TIME CHEATING ASSHOLE.

God. You can already imagine the headache splitting the entire PR team’s skulls. The world already hates Max because of how good he was at his sport. You can’t allow people to shit on him more because of you.

“Max,” you try again, tapping his forearm so he can loosen his hold on you and you can turn around. “Max, baby, cooperate with me for a bit, yeah?”

You tug on his wrist and you can't help but sigh in relief when his arms loosen a little. He’s beginning to choke you a little bit. With his arms still around you, you pivot on your heels so you’re face-to-face with his broad chest.

When you look up to Max’s face, your heart shatters into a million pieces. His tears continue to flow and violent sobs wrack his entire body, robbing him of the ability to speak and barely allowing a breath to be drawn. He’s going to hyperventilate. Fucking dammit.

“Max,” how many times have you said his name in the last few minutes? “Hey, breathe with me.”

Your hand cradles his jaw and your eyes focused on his blue ones and fuck, they’re as insanely beautiful as you remembered.

“Breathe.”

You perform exaggerated inhales and exhales so Max can match your breaths, his hands settling on your shoulders. His palms feel heavy against your shoulders and his fingers dig deep into your skin.

“I’m here, Champ. I’m here,” you assure him. “I’m here now.”

You wait until he calms down a little and when he does, your right hand searches for his, intertwining your fingers together to assure him that you’re not going anywhere just yet. Your other hand comes up to hold the area below his neck and you slowly guide him back to his car. It’s a little difficult, Max obviously has no intention to let you go, but you know how to make things work.

Max sits on the driver's seat with you standing outside of the car. He's still clinging onto your hand and you use the other hand to hold the roof of the car for support. Max stopped crying now, staring blankly at you with a sad pout on his face. His tears are now dry, staining his cheeks.

“You okay now, Champ?” you ask, never failing to sound gentle. That's what Max needs now. Gentleness. God forbid you pull a Jos Verstappen.

Max shakes his hand, making you sigh deeply. Your eyes trail to the hands, the pale skin now an angry red.

“Max,” you call his attention. He looks up at you and you have to avoid his gaze because if you look at his face, your heart hurts. “I’ll get something from the mini-mart for your burn, aight?”

He shakes his head and his grip on your hand impossibly tightens. If he keeps this up, he’s going to break your bones.

“No.”

If you were the same person that you were in 2023, you would have let Max do what he wanted. What Max wanted, what Max shall get—that’s the philosophy you lived by. But things are different now. Leo told you that you’re allowing Max to take too much from you and Max needs to learn to actually listen to you.

You’ve been taught to treat even the most minor of burns as if it’s a major burn. That's what you are planning to do right now.

“Max,” you say, a little firmer now. “Gonna grab somethin’ in the mart real quick, you stay here, aight?”

“No—”

“Not askin’, Champ,” you interrupt him. “I'm not leavin’ yet, not goin’ anywhere until I make sure you’re okay. So stay here and wait.”

You swiftly remove the key attached to your belt and force it into his palm, “Here are my keys. I’m not goin’ to drive off and leave you here, aight? Do you trust me?”

You have a feeling that this anxiety of his might have stemmed from that one incident in his childhood where Jos left him at a gas station. Fucking son of a bitch that man was.

Hesitantly, Max says, “I do.”

“Good,” you ruffle his hair, dampening your palm.

You can see he does not like what you're doing now but he does not have any choice so he sits in the car, looking as pitiful as ever. You jog up to the mini-mart, immediately going to the beverage section to grab a bottle of water and passing by the hygiene shelf to snatch a handkerchief. You go to the counter and the middle aged guy manning the register obviously does not look impressed that you’re in his shop for the third time in the same hour, which is stupid because he should be glad that he has a customer. You put everything on the counter, pulling out some bills from your back pocket.

“You happen to have neosporin?” you ask.

“Do we look like a drug store?” he retorts. You roll your eyes, toss the bills to the cashier, and grab your items without even waiting for the guy to wrap them all up in a paper bag. You jog back to Max’s car.

“Excuse me,” you lean inside the car, opening the compartment to search for a burn cream you left inside there last year. Your eyes land on his keys, stiffening when you notice that Max kept every single gift you gave him. The bead keychain from 2020, the bottle opener keychain from 2021, the clay figure keychain from 2022, and the bracelet from 2023 sway slightly, staring back at you. You shake your head and resume doing your original mission. You find the burn cream and you immediately search for the expiration date. January 2025; it’s still good to use.

You straighten, take hold of Max’s wrist gently, and roll up his long sleeves up to his elbows. You open the water bottle and tug Max’s hand towards you so he won't get water on his car as you pour water on his burn. Once the bottle is nearly empty, you apply the cream on the reddened area of his skin. Then, you use the handkerchief, which you dampen using the leftover water, to dress it.

Max is silent the entire ordeal, watching you work your way meticulously and carefully around his hand. The same meticulousness one can expect from a former firefighter paramedic volunteer.

You step back to inspect your work, but Max’s hand stretches out towards you, grabbing the hem of your jacket.

“Sorry,” he says and yet you see his knuckles slowly turning white, which makes you unsure if he truly is apologetic or not. “Just…yeah, sorry. Can you stay for a while please?”

“Have to leave soon,” you say. “El Paso’s still hours away. I have to be there by morning.”

He nods, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, “Okay.”

“Thirty minutes, Max,” you decide. “Thirty minutes.”

You pull out your phone from your pocket to check the time and see the multiple notification bars. You type the password and direct to the message app to see the flurry of messages Max sent earlier. You have not noticed them.

max: i heard you came

max: where are you

max: please

max: can you give me ten minutes

max: just

max: please

max: wait for me

max: i’m not angry anymore

max: im begging you

max: or five minutes [name] im okay with just five

max: or even less

max: i just need to see you

“Who told you I was here?” you question, brows knitting together. There are currently two names in your head. They both start with the letter L and they both work at Williams.

“Leo called me and told me you were here.”

“Of course he did,” you roll your eyes. Logan will never dare betray you like this. You made Leo promise not to tell Max where you were in El Paso and the bitch told him where you were the moment you stepped out of El Paso. He didn't break his promise technically, but it's still a very bitch move for him to pull. You're going to have a lengthy conversation with him later.

“So you’ve been in El Paso?” he asks.

You nod.

“My grandparents’ place.”

He nods.

“Sorry about Julio, by the way.”

You sigh. God, you want to cry.

It's truly unfair how God decided to take away Julio [Last Name]. Death should happen to assholes and shitty people. To people who abuse their children every day. To people who waste years of their lifespan on nicotine and alcohol. To people who kill people. Death shouldn't happen to heroes, who risk every single day of their lives to save other people. Death shouldn't happen to Julio [Last Name], a firefighter who died saving a kid in a burning building. At least, not this early. Not until you fulfilled his dream for him.

(His last words: I don't regret doing what I did. I have kids, too. I want someone to save them the same way I did that kid if they ever get stuck in a situation like this.)

“Did Leo tell you that, too?” you hope that he didn't notice that your voice slightly wobbled.

“No,” Max shakes his head. “We—Logan and I came to Vista Del Pueblo in December. Your neighbor told us that…”

He doesn't need to finish his sentence for you to know what he’s trying to say.

You nod, “So that's why there was an article that day…”

You remember Damiano showing you the news article in his phone—AN UNLIKELY FRIENDSHIP: MAX VERSTAPPEN OF RED BULL RACING AND LOGAN SARGEANT OF WILLIAMS RACING SPOTTED DRIVING AROUND AUSTIN. You shrugged it off at that time.

“How are you?”

You turn to Max, raising a brow at his question.

“How am I?” you echo, sounding a little bewildered.

You see, Max has never asked this question. You're used to “Are you okay?” but not this. Not this question. You can easily lie to an are-you-okay. You can say yes even if you’re not, and you won't give yourself away because you only uttered one word. But with how-are-you, it’s different. It's not a question that is not answerable by yes or no. You actually have to explain how you feel. That's why Papa Julio only asked, “How are you, mija?” rather than “Are you okay, mija?” Papa Julio wants to know how your day went even if you're okay or not.

Yeah. You're definitely going to cry at this rate.

“How have you been after Julio?”

“You really wanna know?”

“I wanted to be there for you at that time,” Max confesses. “When I learned that Julio was gone, I wanted to go to you. But Leo stopped me. He said I was not what you needed at that time and I agree. I was too angry at you for leaving me. I’m glad he didn't tell me where you are, despite how painful it was. I was selfish and immature that I cared about my grief and forgot to consider yours. I reflected on my actions a lot. I am not sure how different I am now from that version of me but I think I changed a bit. So yes, [Name], I want to know, because I want to know how you felt and help you in any way I can.”

You stand there, stunned at what Max has said. And perhaps it was his sincerity or the way his determined blue eyes stare into your soul that caused the sixth domino to tip. You break into tears, a raw cry escaping your mouth. You are so fucking tired of carrying everything on your shoulders.

Max is quick to engulf you in a hug and you don't hesitate to pull him into you, pressing your face against his shoulders as you let everything out. You claw his back as if you're trying to mold himself into you. Your nose turns red, snot drips out of your nose. You sob too loud and too heavily that you can hardly draw a breath. You don't cry pretty and this is the first time you allowed yourself to cry with another person bearing witness to your fragility.

When you calmed down, you found yourself sitting beside Max, shoulder to shoulder, in the backseat of his car, playing with the drawstrings of your jacket.

“Sorry.”

“Don't be.”

“Sorry, I was just so tired,” you tip your head upwards. You can feel Max’s eyes on you. “Things have been hard since Papa died.”

“Do you want to talk? I’ll listen.”

You chuckle humorlessly.

Jesus, what did Leo feed this guy?

It feels like the roles are reversed now.

“Everybody's been takin’ it pretty hard so I'm trynna to be strong for them, you know? But I’m not that strong,” you begin. “I’m just as lost as everyone else and it's hard pretendin’ like I’m not. I’m not really sure what will happen with my life now so I wander around and do car repairs for a few folks in El Paso.”

“What happened to your dream? The job?”

“Well, it's gone,” you say, making Max’s eyes widen. “Not my time yet, I suppose. Or rather, I’m never supposed to have time. I guess I’m just not meant to be an engineer.”

“No,” Max turns to you, clasping your hands in desperation. “No, no, no. You always wanted to become an engineer. You can't just—I’ll think of something. I’ll ask Christian. I’ll ask the other teams. Renault isn't in Formula One right now but I can—”

“Max,” you smile sadly. “Let it go.”

“But—”

“Do you know what my Papa’s dream was?” you interrupt. “It’s to be a Formula One racer.”

You smile, remembering all the times you’ve seen your father watch the races on the television since you were younger. He’d wake up even in the ass crack of dawn just to watch them live. He’d be so tired after a 24-hour shift at the fire station but he’d refuse to even catch a wink of sleep until the Grand Prix broadcast is done. He always received a beating from your Mama because of it.

“He saw Senna in the newspaper and decided that he wanted to be like him, too. Sadly, Papa never vibed with a steering wheel so there was no future in that industry. He's always so disappointed in himself, sayin’ he can do the most unhinge shit at work but can't even drive a car. When Damiano and I turned five, he brought us karting. I could tell he was disappointed that Damiano didn't share his love for racing and I hated seein’ him sad so I learned to love karting. He signed me up and I did my best to win. I think I was good. Good enough to make him proud of me. Papa looked so happy when I won my first trophy. He cleaned it every week.”

You smile fondly at the memory.

“Then, shit happened and I have to stop. Papa looked even more disappointed than me that I had to stop. It hurts. Disappointment from your parents, I mean, even if I know that it's somethin’ beyond my control. I figured that if I can't be a racer, I’ll work in a pit stop. That's close enough. When I told him that I got accepted into USC and how I wanted to be an engineer, it was the proudest I have ever seen him since I won my trophy. I was livin’ his dream. I applied for Red Bull and Renault because those are Papa’s favorite teams and the rest is history.”

You pause.

“He’s never got to see me become an engineer,” you choke out, wiping the stray tear that fell from your eye with the back of your hand. “It was his dream. He always had his dreams broken and I was gonna reach his dreams for him but he’s gone before I can do so. Now, I’m so lost because I realized that I was shapin’ myself to become an extension of Papa and now that he's gone, I am an extension of no one. I was reaching for dreams that I don't own. I’m so tired and I’m so lost, Max.”

Max stares at you sadly.

“I should have talked to Christian sooner. Fuck, I hate myself for not talking to Christian. Fuck, why was I so selfish?” he presses the ball of his palms against his eyes in frustration. You chuckle, shaking your head.

“That’s okay,” you say. “I’ll find my way.”

You look at the scenery outside of the window. Night has fallen. You should have left for El Paso by now.

“I need to go,” you say, heart heavy.

“So soon?”

Max is panicking again.

“Jesus, Champ, calm down,” you pat his shoulders.

“Will I see you again?” Desperation laces his question.

“Dunno really,” you shrug.

“Can you wait for me?”

Your brows furrow.

“I’ll retire by 2028. No, that's still long. 2027. Ah no—2026? Can you wait for me? I—” Max’s hand trembles. “I love you. I love you, [Name]. I—I love you even before Kelly. I can’t. I can't lose you.”

The world stops.

“I am stupid, I am selfish, and I think I’m asking too much. If you can just wait for me, I’ll—I can even retire next year if you think it's too long—”

“Hold up right there, Champ,” you stop him. “You're not retirin’ early.”

“If you want me to, I will.”

You sigh in exasperation.

“Max,” your voice is low. “That’s your career. I’m not gonna—Jesus, Max don’t retire, okay? Not even for me. Retire only when you want to.”

This man is just…

You don't know if you want to choke him or kiss him.

“I want you to have me, [Name]. I… I want to be with you, to love you, and if retiring is the only way I can do that then I will,” he says. “I love you.”

You purse your lips.

“I love you, too, Max,” you confess and now, your chest feels lighter now that you've said it out loud. “But not now, I can't love you like this. I’m too… I can't pursue a relationship with you right now. Not when…”

“It's not our time,” Max nods. “I understand.”

He really did change.

“I want to find my way through life first," you tell him.

Max smiles and he pulls you again in a hug. He has tears in his eyes again and he sniffles, chuckling at himself for crying again. He pulls away from the hug slowly and hands you your keys.

“See you around?"

“See you around.”

You exit the car and you notice that your heart feels lighter now compared to the time you left Monaco even though you are doing the same exact thing—leaving Max to go home.

At the end of 2023, you grace the paddock with your presence—your signature YSL heels is back on the tracks. You wear pants now, instead of the corporate pencil skirts, matched with a Prema Racing polo shirt. The label at the back indicates: AERODYNAMIC ENGINEER. By the end of 2024, you are promoted to the strategy team. By 2025, you become a race engineer of an up-and-coming racing superstar and you kept the job position until now.

The world didn't end just because your Dad died. It took you a while to realize that your Papa didn't own your dreams. It was always yours to begin with. He just played a part in inspiring them.

Max Verstappen became the 2024, 2025, 2026, 2027, and 2028 WDC, marking history as an eight-time consecutive champion. He retired after the 2028 season and disappeared from the face of the Earth. He had stopped going home to his penthouse in Monaco, had put his private jet on sale, and had cut ties to his father, Jos, who was very disappointed that his son had retired too early in the sport. Max retired willingly—he had achieved more awards than most of his seniors and it's time to give room to the younger ones. Rumors say that he had established a racing program somewhere in Belgium. Charles Leclerc, Max's friend, refuses to update the media regarding Max's whereabouts and only says: "He's happy. Don't worry."

Years later, a thirteen-almost-fourteen year-old girl named Emiliana Julia Verstappen, racing under the American flag, become the youngest driver in history to join the ranks of the F1 academy and later, she becomes the youngest driver to ever drive a Formula One car, racing for Scuderia Ferrari as second driver, at only seventeen and a hundred and fifty days old, overthrowing Max Emilian Verstappen, retired eight-time F1 WDC, whom the world has not seen since his retirement, from the list.

[verstarppen]

pairing; lando norris x fem! star wars actress! reader [ no faceclaim ]

a/n; WE'RE SO BACK (mandatory almost break up arc) [ series masterlist ]

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yndeathtrooper infiltrated norris hq

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lando_enjoyer WHAT DID I TELL Y'ALL

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aaasargeant DON'T LEAVE IM USED TO SEEING YOU IN THE GARAGE NOW

lando.jpg could've been a win

maxvestappen1 I guess we'll never know lando.jpg im in your "objects in mirror are closer than they appear"

oscarpiastri What a perfectly good moment to share something

yn.jpg im in your walls, osc oscarpiastri Well get out and speak from your hearts lando.jpg holy shit y/n you never told me you're the doctor from doctor who yn.jpg haha yeah you got it babe what a cool thing to reference for no reason right oscar oscarpiastri Right

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landonorris P2 and a 🏆 at my home race!!!!! ❤️ something's cooking (i don't know what)

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danielricciardo I do

oscarpiastri I do, also maxfewtrell Even I know landonorris bitch maxverstappen1 I was the first one to find out, actually landonorris because of course you fucking were

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[wiltedprayers]

honestly give me more of eugene roe being temperamental. he's angry because the soldiers don't listen to what he says. he's frustrated because he expects his COs to know better. he's cynical because sometimes, no matter how hard he tries to save one of his fellow soldiers, they end up dying anyway. he's annoyed because he's expected to be everywhere all the time and can't be allowed rest. he's done playing doctor but has to keep going regardless.

[f0point5]

In doctor’s office lighting, (you could tell that) I was scared

Bonus part of the Max Verstappen x bestfriend!reader social media au

A/N: I’ve been wanting to do this part for a long time, and I thought “why not now?”. Hope you guys enjoy it!

Set on or around 18th July 2021 (the British Grand Prix

Tag list

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[magnoliasforyourmedic]

Several nights later, I was lying in my bunk and broke out into a deep sweat, followed by chills. Back and forth. Finally, our medic, Eugene Roe, came and took my temperature.

"We're gettin' you the hell out of here, Malark."

"No, no, no. I'll be OK."

Nobody in Easy had spent more consecutive days in combat than me. I didn't want the streak to end because I had a piddly case of the flu.

"I'm getting Speirs," Roe said.

"Roe, I’m—"

"Shut up, Malark. You're sick."

He got Captain Speirs, who did a quick assessment and ordered me to a hospital. "We're pulling out in the morning, Malark. You're not fit to come. Get well and rejoin us for the victory celebration in Hitler's place in the mountains." An ambulance took me to a field hospital, where I hazily recall several doctors standing over me, bright lights in my face, and hearing talk about some strain of Rhine River malaria.

— Excerpt from Don Malarkey in his book, Easy Company Soldier: the Legendary Battles of a Sergeant from World War II's "Band of Brothers"

[quillandink22]

Rick Warden's (Harry Welsh) interview with Ross Owen: Funny moments/anecdotes.

Boot camp:

"Honestly, I tried to escape. If Jimmy Madio (Frank Perconte, who was on guard duty) didn't stop me, I would have been out of there."

Jimmy Madio caught him "blubbing" (crying) by day 5.

He carried Dextor Fletcher (Johnny Martin) around one of the runs.

Neal McDonough (Buck Compton) was fasted. "Lived up the front" on runs.

He was forced to do push ups when he spoke in his British accent. When asked to do his Harry Welsh impression "LUZ" first word that comes to his head.

Got his platoon lost on their first night attack: solution: they all lay down and fell asleep till it started raining.

"I'm losing my mind. Where are we?" Conversation with Ross McCall (liebgott) day 8.

Was so in character that his long term girlfriend broke up with him after boot camp. "She found me after boot camp on my fists in the kitchen doing push ups at 3am" "I think at that stage she thought you know what this is out of control"

Honestly the effects of Dale Dye's boot camp need to be studied.

Richard Speight (Skip) , Rick Gomez (Luz), and Jimmy madio were the "class clowns."

Matthew Settle (Speirs) played music from the 40's in the barracks to get them all in character.

Neal McDonough took a gun to the head. Shane Taylor (Eugene Roe) attempted to stitch him up before declaring, "I'm not a doctor."

Close friends on set:

Knew Damian Lewis prior to bob. Specified that he didn't meet him in a Bangkok whore house.

Shared a girlfriend with Damian Lewis. "Not at the same time." (Honestly was questioning at this point how close these two were.)

Closest with: Neil McDonough, Rick Gomez, Jimmy Madio, Richard Speight, Scott Grimes (Malarkey), and Michael Cudlitz (Bull).

Filming:

Marched his platoon down to the set every morning.

He was apparently criticised for his portrayal of Harry's injury in bastogne. He justified "screaming his head off" instead of playing it stoic due to the fact he though Harry would be thinking about Kitty. (Personally I think he did a great job)

Shane Taylor covered his body on the jeep journey to the aid station even though it wasn't in the script.

The full interview is on YouTube: just look up Band of Brothers Ross Owen. He interviewed loads of the cast.

[sinofwriting]

"Kiss for good luck?" with oscar and logan pleasee

Title: Instant Bad Idea Words: 330 Prompt: “Kiss for good luck?” w/ Oscar/Reader/Logan

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There weren't many things she had done that she considered bad ideas, especially right after doing them. But this had to be one.

“The hospital? Your in the fucking hospital.” She gives an apologetic look to her nurse. “Oscar, it’s okay.” She tries to sooth him, her eyes flickering between both her boys, Oscar, who is so visibly wound up it makes her hurt, and Logan, her baby who is still looking at her in shock. “I’m alright.” “You're at the hospital.” He repeats and that seems to make Logan come back to himself. “Are you okay? In any pain?” She raises her arm to show her iv, “I’ve been given the good stuff.” She jokes, and she can see her nurse hide a smile. “Honestly I’m good though. Some idiot ran a red light, it caused a pile up.” “Do you want us there?” “You both have work.” And she can see their eyebrows furrow at the use of her word work, but she continues, before they can say anything. “And I’ll be alright. Out in a few hours I imagine.”

The door to her room opens up and her eyes immediately look and a doctor smiles at her, saying her name and she quickly nods.

“Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Dr. Jsmyte, I’m a fellow here, I’ll be your surgeon.” “You have to get surgery!” She winces and she looks back at her phone. “Everything is all fine boys. I’ve just got a little something stuck in my leg and they need an operating room to remove. It’s all outpatient. Now, focus on work, I love you both.” She tells them. They both are stuttering out replies, but she just smiles. “Kiss for good luck?” She asks and they both dutifully blow her a kiss which she returns before ending the call and turns her phone off when it immediately rings with Logan trying to call her again.

“Sorry about that. Lovely to meet you as well.”

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[pastlivesandpurplepuppets]

Eugene Jr. noted that even though the series portrayed his father as a Louisiana gentleman, the portrayal wasn’t as accurate as it might have been. “He was much rougher and poorer than that. He didn’t have nearly as strong a Cajun accent as the movie portrayed, and although everybody in the movie called him Doc Roe, he wasn’t a doctor by any means. He only had a sixth-grade education.”

Grandson Kyle Tircuit remembered a few war stories his grandfather told him. Immediately before the men were shipped overseas, some of them stopped up a tub, filled it with peroxide, and bleached their hair as a prank. Doc Roe was one of them. Kyle also remembers his grandpa telling him about a time he treated someone with a head wound in Bastogne. Supplies were low, and the wound was serious, so the ever-resourceful Doc Roe took mud and snow and packed the man’s brains back in his head. He was able to buy enough time to get the man to help.

[historicboii]

So first Up everybodys favourite doctor

EUGENE DOC ROE

So he started showing his powers very young

He helped his family, mostly his grandma with growing herbs for medicine

Herbs for cooking, but they said that the natural grown ones taste better

His talent made him a really easy choice for a medic, but he didnt like It at first

Uses vines to help Carry more supplies around

Normally has a thorny vine around him, he doesnt want people coming close

He really suffers in Bastogne, his powers grow when he has Life around him and in the snow he cant really do much

Has a rosary made from vines, is full at the beggining of the war but as he becomes more depressed it slowly loses the flowers and becomes made only of the stems

He covers the medics foxhole in flowers and vines to try to protect from the cold

With renee he sprouts some flowers for her, blue like her scarf

As he becomes more depressed, his foxhole loses his flowers and more thorns appear

After the bombing, he places a bed of flowers where the church stood

But not like a couple, like a full bed of Moss and plants, like some sort of ancient ruin, in order to preserve it

When babe comes running to him, he becomes hurt because of his own thorns

He gives babe a flower that wont wilt ( very hadestown clover tipe) like he did for renee, this time red

Covers the bodies of the men in flower beds, like this scene from jojos

Anyways thats all i have for now, of you have more suggestions pls drop them ☺️

[lovelyd0gg]

Here I am again with another HC idea haha.

The BoB boys as fathers, anything like that or their reaction on the reader cheated on them.

Would love that, thx💕

Hello again dear. Thanks for the suggestion. I think I'm gonna pick them as fathers. I wouldn't want to write stuff that angsty just yet, if it's alright with you <3

Warnings: FLUFFFFFS!!

Bull Randleman.

•You got pregnant 9 months ago from Bull so when your water broke, he rushed you to the hospital.

•He was calm despite hearing your screams of agony to get that damn baby out of you.

•But he was surprisingly calm and waiting there patiently for you and the baby.

•A couple minutes go by and the room goes silent, and is echoed with a baby crying.

•The doctor tells him he can come in and see the baby and you.

•As he enters, he sees you are asleep due to how painful it was for you, and the baby was being washed and crying.

•He smiled a little and after the baby was washed and wrapped around a little blanket he asked the nurse if he could hold him/her.

•It was so adorable how a small little baby fit in his huge muscular arms, really sweet actually--

•The baby yawned and Bull immediately felt the happiest man alive.

•Living the perfect life with a wonderful wife, and a baby.

•At this point, he didn't even care to have another baby, he loved you and the one baby and was happy to have a small family if you wanted.

•He felt so proud for you and then sat next to the hospital bed with the baby, waiting for you to wake up to see your beautiful baby.

"He/She's real cute. I'm glad she did it."

Eugene Roe.

•Yes he was a medic, yes he has seen tons of things in the war, does that make him calm when you're screaming in pain and the doctors telling you to push? Definitely not.

•He paced up and down the halls in fear, hoping you'd turn out fine and the baby.

•He was so nervous for you and he was praying to god at least every five minutes.

•Once your screams stopped and instead came out a baby scream, he sighed out in relief.

•When the doctor told him he could come in the room, he saw you breastfeeding the baby and telling it to shush calmly.

•He smiled at you and sat down on a little stool next to you. Admiring you and the baby.

•He felt so happy that he had a son/daughter that he could watch grow up.

•He kept telling you how you were so strong and you did a great job for getting the baby out.

•He was still a little traumatized and he couldn't help but remember the screams of the men when he was in the war.

•But he pushed the thoughts out and smiled, focusing on the present.

"You did a great job, Mon amour. I love you."

George Luz.

•This man was super worried (and impatient)

•He wanted to see you and the baby as soon as he could.

•To get his mind off of your screams he had a chat with this old lady, telling her jokes and why he is here.

•After the screams were done, he already burst through the room without the doctor saying he could come in.

•But nothing was happening, you looked really exhausted and the baby was crying a lot.

•He kept jumping up and down slightly next to the nurse while repeatedly saying "gimmie, gimmie, gimmie, gimmie!"

•She found him quite annoying and felt bad for you having to deal with a man like him, oh well, at least he's a sweetheart.

•Once the nurse finished washing the baby she handed it to Luz almost as quick as she could and he held him/her in his arms.

•He cooed at the baby and when the baby giggled a little and gripped his nose tightly, he was so happy.

•He looked back at you and gave the baby to you. Probably because it had to be fed.

•He sat down next to you and telling you how proud he was for you and how the baby turned out amazing.

•He just kept blabbering and blabbering that the nurse had to tell him to shut up😭

"It's so cute! Did you know it's cute? It's the cutest ri-"

"Sir, she's trying to breastfeed."

Bill Guarnere.

•Kinda like Eugene on this one but he wasn't pacing up and down the hallway.

•He was more tapping his foot when he sat down and bouncing his leg without knowing it.

•But it was very clear he was nervous.

•He was silent the whole time and trying to push out the screams that were filling the air.

•He knew you couldn't help it and it probably hurt like hell but he just wanted to be there to comfort you.

•Once the screaming stopped he rushed in as soon as the doctor told him to come in.

•He didn't look at the baby at all just yet, he had his eyes on you first to check if you were okay.

•Once he saw you were okay and healthy he looked at the baby in the nurses arms.

•He felt a little jealous at first because that wasn't her baby, but she had to wash it (bro wtf😒)

•But when she handed him the baby, he immediately went all soft and mushy on it.

•He spent the rest of the time in the hospital next to you, cooing at the baby and telling it literal fucking stories about how he met you. 🤦‍♀️

"Your mother and I met at a bar ya know she was very beautiful--"

Lewis Nixon.

•From what he told you, he wasn't worried.

•But if you saw how he actually was acting you could use the keyword(S) 'fucking worried"

•His heart was beating fast and he was biting his nails, not to mention he was zoning out 24/7 because of how worried he was.

•He heard your screams and he tried ignoring them. Hoping they would get out of his head.

•Eventually it stopped and he entered the room. Looking at you and smiling reassuringly.

•He looked at the baby and saw it's small but visible black hair (thanks to Nixon<3)

•He saw the baby was right now eating but he didn't take his eyes off the baby and just sat down next to you.

•His eyes weren't focused on your tits or boobs or anything. He was only focused on the baby. (Such a gentleman ♡♡)

•After you finished breastfeeding the baby, it fell asleep and he stayed silent.

"Such a beautiful baby, it's got my hair, did ya notice?"

Ronald Speirs.

•This man's face was emotionless.

•On the outside he didn't look scared one bit.

•But on the inside, he was hoping to god that you and the baby were okay.

•Kinda like Eugene too, he couldn't get the screams out of his head and it reminded him of the war.

•But he managed to shake it off easier.

•Once the screams were over, he entered the room, slightly pushing the doctor away but then looking back and letting out a little "sorry".

•He looked at you and the baby, and he was so grateful.

•His face didn't show it, but believe me, he loved you 10x more.

•He thought you were so strong, beautiful, gorgeous, brave, so many different adjectives that described you!

•He held the baby, and it was so funny seeing how careful and scared he was that he wouldn't drop the baby😭

•It was like looking in a mirror. He looked at the baby and it had it's small dark hair.

•He loved the baby and you equally.

"..."

"You gonna say anything?"

"Thanks for the baby."

Joseph Liebgott.

•He told you that he had plans on having more than one baby with you in the future.

•You didn't really mind but he started to get a little nervous with the first one.

•He was standing up and tapping his foot a little, hoping the screams and everything would stop soon.

•He kept thinking that somehow, he could mind talk to you hoping you felt him saying "you got this baby." You obviously didn't.

•He rushed in the room when the baby started crying and he smiled widely.

•He took the baby once it was cleaned and smiled at it.

•Tapping it's nose with his finger gently and smiling at you.

•He kept saying how it was a "mini Liebgott." And he wasn't wrong.

•It did have a lot of his facial features. But you were more happy that the baby and you were healthy.

"It's a mini Liebgott, ya see it?"

"Baby I need a nap--"