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everythingne · 1 year ago

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christmas in monaco - cl16 [2]

Trying to even bring up boys with Max ends up in a fight. You and Charles have a heart-to-heart. Daniel and Carlos help you devise a plan.

warnings/notes: comparing Max to Jos during the fight, mentions of shit parents, one (1) jab at Kelly, the chapter is serious and then Daniel shows up and that goes to shit, the last bit of set up before i go full scooby-do search party through the doors on you guys

verstappen!reader x charles leclerc, secret dating/brothers best friend

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You know you're in for it when you open the door to Max's apartment, groceries tucked lazily in one arm and coffees in the other and he's staring at you.

"What?" You ask as if you have no idea what he wants. You can see Penelope laying on the floor, coloring while some cartoon you've never heard of plays, and thus immediately switch to Dutch.

"[Why do you look like you're mad at me?]" You say, walking over to where he sits on the kitchen island, plopping down the groceries, and handing him the coffee you'd bought. Kelly's off doing god knows what today, leaving the two of you to watch Penelope before you return to your apartment next door.

"[Who is he?]" Max asks, taking the coffee with a nod of a thank you as he helps you organize the groceries. You knew posting that picture would cause this conversation, you and Charles had spoken about easing Max into the fact you were dating at all, and maybe it wasn't the best idea. Max had been fiercely protective over you since you were kids, you don't know why you assumed he'd stop now that you were adults.

"[I haven't told anyone yet. We're keeping it hush.] Okay?" You speak softly, setting down some things for dinner. Simple pasta, since Penelope had picked that over pizza--as long as you made her meatballs as well. You pluck the ingredients from the mess of other groceries, making sure you have everything as Max leans back in his seat.

"[Oh, so I'm just anyone now?]" Max lifts his hands in agitation, the same accusatory tone of your father's ringing in Max's voice. You swallow your vitriol, crossing your arms taught over Charles' hoodie you wear as you cross the room, then you tug up the red sleeves of the hoodie as you set down the ingredients for dinner by the stove.

"[Max, come on.]" You urge, hoping he'll drop it. But he's as stubborn as your father and as impatient as him too.

"[No, I feel like I have a right to be upset over this, how long have you two been seeing each other?]" His pointed glare at you as you whisk out a pan from under the stove makes your skin burn hot. You pause, mouth opening and closing as you slowly slide the pot onto the stove. If you say two years, does that link you to Charles too quickly? But if you lie, will Max see right through you? And you can't dodge the question, not here, not now.

"A couple months." You say. Yeah, twenty-four of them, then you scoff when Max makes a face, "[Stop acting like a child.]"

"[And how come Danny knows?]"

"[He found out on accident, and honestly I remember now why I didn't wanna tell you.]" You huff, filling the pot with water and clicking the burner on. You tie your hair up lazily, looking over at Max as your crack-open fridge next to the stove and then turn to grab the ingredients to make the sauce, "[you're treating me like a toddler.]"

"[You're my baby sister, I feel like I am kinda... obligated, to be concerned?]" Max's voice is sharp as you start to whip up the same sauce you've been making since you were fourteen. Max stands up and crosses the room to stand next to you, "[And I'm not treating you like a toddler. It's my job to protect you as your brother.]"

"[I'm a year younger than you! I'm not a baby, you just don't trust me, which is fucking stupid because I'm not the one dating a woman almost a decade older than me!]" You huff as you turn to Max, who tries to stammer some defense to his situation but you don't give him a chance to, "[and I don't know why you think I can't date drivers, by the way, you trust those guys with your life but not my heart?]"

"[Those guys are cheaters, I don't want you hurt.]" Max runs a hand through his hair, watching as you continue making the sauce. You can tell, just by his eyes, that he's thinking of the times you used to make him pasta after races growing up. You try to not think about the past.

"Who?" You ask, looking at the sauce and burning the red color into your retinas, mentally praying that he's not catching onto you.

"Lando, probably." Max huffs, stepping back, "Charles."

"Charles?" You hum, hating that you come to his defense immediately and not Lando's, "[The guy who just announced the girl he's been dating for two years?]"

"[He's done some interesting things.]" Max says in his defense and you can't help but laugh. You knew before Charles met you he had been a bit of a womanizer, or 'man-whore' as your friends so kindly said. But with you, it was like Charles was a brand new person.

"[You're so overdramatic.]" You deadpan, turning to add the noodles to the sauce and Max scoffs.

"[I'm trying to protect you so you don't end up with someone like Dad!]"

"[You haven't even met my boyfriend yet and you're assuming the worst! Why are you being such a dick, Max!?]" You slam the spoon down and then flinch, remembering Penelope is in the other room the second you do it. It takes a few seconds, and then her little head peeks around the doorway.

"Are you fighting?" She asks sweetly and you shake your head.

"No, Penny, it's fine." You try to smile at her, but Max seems to have taken another level of offense to everything.

"Y/n. [Go fuck off to your mystery boy, why don't you?]" Max takes the spoon off the counter. His cold shoulder isn't something new, but it's the way he says it, sounding like the harsh whispers your father would pass at you in public, makes you swallow hard. You walk across the room, grabbing your purse and car keys off the table before kneeling down in front of Penelope and kissing her hairline.

"I'll see you tomorrow, okay honey? Sorry if I scared you when I slammed the spoon down." You squeeze her in a tight hug, closing your eyes as you feel Max's eyes burn into the back of your head.

"Okay, Tante Y/n." She smiles, throwing her tiny arms around you, "And it's okay, I thought you dropped it."

You step back, kissing her hairline again, before getting up and leaving the apartment in a breeze, coffee forgotten. Your hands fumble with your phone, finding Charles' contact and sending him a quick message as you try and calm your anger.

You have a spare key, and as you jiggle your phone and keys in your hands to find it, the door swings open and two arms wrap around you. Laughing softly, you bury your face into the fabric of Charles' sweater and sigh heavily. He's warm, smelling of the usual cedar cologne you'd bought for him a while back. He also smells weakly like his hair products and if you try to search for it, your perfume lingers on his neck.

"Hi, amour." You murmur into the fabric and he bends at the knee enough to scoop you up to carry you the few inches inside before popping you back on your feet as he uses one hand to push the door shut.

"Hi." He says back, stepping back and squishing your cheeks in his hands and peppers soft kisses to your hairline, "Sorry about Max."

"It's fine. He's just being overprotective again." You kick off your shoes and follow Charles to the living room, flopping down on his couch and burying your head in your hands.

"You know if..." Charles sighs, hand coming through his hair and then pausing as he scratches at his neck, "If it's gonna be easier for you, I can try and talk to him?"

"No... I should tell him, he's my brother. I just don't think now is a good time?" You say as Charles pops down next to you on the couch and you shift so you can lay his head in your lap as you kick your feet onto the coffee table to rest, "he just seems so... agitated."

"Because you're dating?"

"He's afraid I'm gonna end up with someone like Dad. That's the problem. He doesn't trust anyone with me and gives them no chances. He thought Jolie was a drug dealer for like, six months!"

"She's a teacher?" Charles turns to you and you can't help but just laugh because that's Max.

"I know!" You huff.

Silence lulls for a while, and then Charles sits up and grabs you to unceremoniously pull you against his chest as he lays you both down on the couch. your face squishes against his hands as he peppers soft kisses to your hairline, the apples of your cheeks, and your nose, before pressing one long kiss to your lips. Pulling back just enough to murmur,

"I wanna spend Christmas with you, properly, this year." He says against your lips, your eyes fluttering before he presses his thumb to your pulse to draw you back enough to make eye contact, "I want to be able to post you, to talk about you with everyone because you're so fucking amazing, and I wanna meet your siblings and your mom and go on holidays with you guys and have our moms meet because Maman and Arthur both adore you and..."

Charles drawls off for a moment, hands coming up to cup your face as he thumbs along the warm, delicate skin of your cheeks, "I want, one day, to be able to get down on one knee and give you my whole heart."

Your pulse rams under his touch, cheeks dusted red, eyes wide but happily smiling as he leans in to lock in a long kiss, then he peppers some pecks on the corners of your mouth.

"The problem is, I can't do anything without Max knowing about us. Two years of us dating without telling him is already bad enough and he's been in my life since we were kids--even if we absolutely hated each other at first." Charles sighs, pressing a final quick kiss to your lips before letting you rest your head on his chest, "I feel terrible he doesn't know."

"But you know what he said." You sigh, closing your eyes against the warm fabric of his sweater--the grey one you'd bought for him a while back.

"I know, but we're either going to tell Max, or Max will find out." Charles sighs, "I prefer the first if I'm honest."

Even as you nod in agreement, you feel sick. The bubble of you and Charles had been safe for so long, that you weren't sure if you wanted to let Max in. But he was your brother, a year and fifteen days older, and you had told him everything up to this point. You'd be lying if you said you didn't also feel like shit for keeping Max out of the loop, but yet you feel like you have to.

"How'd Daniel find out?" Charles asks after a moment and he looks at you with those big eyes that make your heart thrum under your skin, love, and adoration seep from him and you don't understand at that moment how he could've ever been a womanizer when he looks at you like you hung the moon and stars just for him.

And then a small smirk peeks across his lips, "Because I know how Carlos did--"

"That one was your fault, Leclerc." You poke his chest, "Not locking the driver's room door was stupid."

"It was! But we're lucky it was Carlos."

"We're lucky we were only kissing."

"[We could've done more.]" He teases, making sure to really ramp up his accent as he speaks French so it's a bit harder for you to follow along, but you get the gist and whack his chest.

"Daniel saw me leaving, he was in the area doing media stuff." You explain, "I guess he saw me leaving."

"Oh, I thought it was because he moved in downstairs last week." Charles hums and you snap your eyes open and exclaim--

"What?!"

"Mhm. And Carlos lives in this building too." Charles looks over at you from where his eyes had been burning a hole in the ceiling, "Mon chéri, a lot of the drivers live in Monaco."

"I'm gonna lose it." You grumble, then pause, sitting up so you're hovering over Charles, one of his hands slides to support your waist immediately so you don't slide off.

"Carlos and Danny know." You say.

"Mhm."

"And... Carlos is your best friend--"

"--Arguably--"

"--and Danny is arguably Max's best friend, behind you."

"Uh-huh."

"...What if we ask them for help?"

"Absolutely not am I asking those two," Charles says and you huff.

"Come on! We clearly can't do it ourselves!" You exclaim, bouncing yourself on him with your arms, making him grunt as your body weight hits him.

"Daniel will tell us to do some sort of skit and Carlos will say for us to just say it!" Charles grips your waist and pulls you closer, "I don't need their shit advice."

"Maybe we need their guidance, and I promise it won't be bad! I promise! We can invite them over, have some wine and dinner, and voice our concerns--maybe they know something about Max we don't! Maybe they'll know he won't be mad or something."

"Y/n." He sighs, tilting his head back and closing his eyes.

"Charles!" You whine, "Look, if they give us shit advice, we kick them out and go back to the drawing board."

"Fine. But I'm holding you to this."

"I'm going to kick Danny out in about five seconds." You hiss to Charles and he laughs.

"Dude!" Danny shouts from where he sits on the floor, "I'm just saying, Max likes Charles. We all see it!"

"Believe me." Carlos hums into his wine, "There's a reason that... what is it... Lestappen shit is so popular. He's not gonna be mad its Charles. If it was like... me? Probably. Charles and Daniel are probably the only two drives you could date."

"And Yuki." Charles hums, "I don't think Yuki could do wrong."

"He might stab someone with the chef's knives he got for Secret Santa." Daniel points out and you snort.

"But you seriously have nothing to worry about." Carlos nods, "Honestly, you both are so stressed about it, I don't think either of you can think clearly."

You huff, "I feel like I can be stressed though. Max will either be fine with it or hate me forever."

"No, not forever, étoile." Charles hums, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as he draws you close.

"I don't think Max can physically hate you. I think he'd explode." Daniel hums, "Remember when you were sick and he thought you were ignoring him but you just literally couldn't hear out of one ear and he almost had a crisis?"

"You remember that?" You blink at Daniel. That had been only shortly after you'd met Daniel, the first race of that season. You were so delirious you couldn't remember most of the weekend, but you remember Christian and Daniel holding that over Max's head for weeks after.

"I do because he almost lost his mind for like four hours thinking you were mad at him and ignoring him. And then you rolled over and woke up from your nap." Daniel finishes the unceremonious story and Charles and Carlos burst into high-pitched laughter.

"He didn't think to like, shake her shoulder?" Carlos asks between laughter, finishing off his wine and grabbing a bottle from the little makeshift bowl cooler you put on the floor. He pours himself another glass and then tops everyone else off before putting the bottle back.

"He knew she was sick, and Y/n specifically told him not to touch her or go near her while she was sick." Daniel explains, thanking Carlos before taking a sip of the wine, "It was ridiculous. And then he made her promise that she wasn't actually mad."

"It was pretty funny." You grin and Carlos nods.

"So then Daniel is right, Max can't stand you being angry at him. So he can't be angry with you. If he is, he's a hypocrite, and fuck him, obviously." Carlos raises his glass in mock toast as sarcasm bleeds through his sentence halfway through, "But I can't say he won't be mad. He might be furious when he finds out, you have explained how protective Max can be, but I think he'll feel better knowing it's Charles."

"Charles is like his best friend," Daniel hums, "if you're dating someone he trusts I'm sure he'll feel better about it."

"Didn't we just make this point?" Carlos turns to Daniel who nods.

"Yeah, but it's a good one, so make it again."

"Max trusts Charles so it's fine," Carlos says and you laugh, waving your hands.

"Okay, so how the fuck do we do this?"

The plan is simple but effective. And it takes a few words to describe; be exactly the same, but a bit less secretive.

And the best way to start that is via social media. Once again.

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joliejolie: CYOOTIE PATOOTIE WHHAAAT

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⤷ landonorris: im covering oscar and logans eyes

⤷ logansargeant: yeah ok.

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And by god, it starts working.

You're walking with Charles, hands intertwined as you wiggle through the tiny stalls in the small market that's popped up for the holidays. You both find a small corner to hide, stealing a chaste kiss and then you pop a chocolate strawberry in his mouth.

"Oh, damn." He hums, "You are right, these are amazing."

"I told you!" You grin, peeking behind your shoulder to see if anyone is watching. You swear you make eye contact with Max, but the longer you look the less the guy looks like Max so you turn back around.

"You good?" Charles rests a hand on your waist and you nod, taking a strawberry into your mouth and sighing.

"Mhm. Just hate hiding." You lean into his touch, letting him wrap a firm arm around your waist as he peppers a few kisses to your hairline.

"Hey, think about it this way." Charles says, "Soon we won't have to."

As you step back and agree, Daniel pops up next to you with big wide eyes--and not the usual excited ones you're used to seeing.

"Hey, Max, on your six." He pokes your shoulder and you make a face, before Daniel waves his arms around in some sort of odd gesture and hisses out to you, "Clock direction!"

"Oh-!" You whip around as Charles' hand moves off your waist and walking towards you is none other than your brother. Offering a soft smile and wave.

"Hey! Didn't think you'd be here!" You call and he pokes your arm, crossing his arms over his chest as you, Charles, and Daniel kinda scramble to make it look like nothing was going on.

"Kelly wanted to grab some flowers for the kitchen," Max hums. The two of you hadn't really apologized for anything said during the argument. In your family, arguments were never really apologized for, you kinda of just moved on from everything. So even if there was still a bit of an awkward twinge, nothing was said.

"Oh! Somehow Charles and Daniel haven't had the strawberries so I brought them here to try them." You smile, and someone's hand comes to your jaw. You blink as Charles uses one of the napkins to poke your cheek.

"You got chocolate on your face, somehow." He murmurs and you laugh, grabbing his wrist and taking the napkin into your own hands.

"Thank you, Charlie." You blot where he says the chocolate is and you notice Max giving you a weird look. Looking over at your brother, you go to say something before Daniel pulls Max away to look at something, mouthing to you both,

"Be more discreet, maybe?"

And you can't help the giggles that leave your mouth as you lean into Charles and he wraps an arm around you, laughing out apologies.

Yeah, Max was gonna catch on.

and now you and Charles had to get real good at lying and dodging watchful eyes. Monaco was a small little country, and now that it would be filled with more people who knew you, it was about to become a real challenge to see if you could make it through the holidays without anyone knowing or noticing.

Oh, especially when your Christmas Eve dinner was now going to have the Leclerc's stopping by as well.

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rapha-reads · 4 months ago

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IWTV rewatch

(fascinated by the choices made between books and show so I gotta study them like bugs under a microscope. Spoilers for the whole show and the books)

Season 1 episode 6 [Like Angels Put In Hell By God] - part 1/2

- [Louis] "Excruciating pain was the proof I was still alive." - that's one way of confirming proof of life.

- [Daniel] "'He could fly?' [Louis] 'Yes.' [Daniel] 'Like Superman?' [Louis] 'Not like Superman. Superman is a fictional character.' [Daniel] 'But in the air, with a 'fuck you to Newtonian physics' flying?' [Louis] 'He said it was more like floating, arising at will, propelling in a direction by the decision. He called it the cloud gift.'"

Love how Louis is adamant in pointing the difference between Lestat and Superman: one's fictional, the other is very much real. No fiction here, no sir-e. And hello canon callback, the Cloud Gift.

- [Daniel]"That's the voice of Doctor Fareed Bhansali." - EXCUSE ME. WHAT. WHO. HOW. WHAT. Filed under things that mean nothing to the non-book readers but will make the book readers lose their minds.

- [Louis] "Are you still dreaming about our first meeting, Daniel?" - I'm gonna go ahead and say, yeah, from what we know of that meeting now, that's definitely the stuff of dreams. Bad dreams, that is.

- [Daniel] "Can you fly, Louis?" - helloooo PTSD.

- [Louis] "I suppose he thought if he exposed all his power to me, I would never feel his equal and the relationship would suffer." -… Correct me if I'm wrong but isn't that exactly what it came to be? Also, in book canon, Lestat doesn't like using the Cloud Gift. It's very tied in with Akasha and the abuse he goes through at her hands, and he resents that loss of control and bigger divide between him and humanity.

[Daniel] "'He only beat me the one time, Officer. It's not his fault.' Classic Stockholm, eh, Doc?" - still tripping over the fact that THAT'S Doctor Fareed, oh shit, 1, he's hot, 2, THAT'S FAREED BHANSALI. Oh, and also, Daniel is right and he should say it. But also he doesn't have all the facts, which are 1, we love Lestat, 2, one murder attempt kinda makes up for it, they're even now, and 3, "memory is a beast".

- [Louis] "Are we the sum of our worst moments? Can we be forgiven if we do not forgive others ourselves?" - THIS. I don't have more comments, just this, so much.

- Oof. Welcome to physical therapy. As a vampire, that must be excruciating.

- [Louis] "'If you ever wanna talk about what happened to you while you were gone, you know you can, right?' [Claudia] 'Uh-huh.' [Louis] 'Or you could just tell me his name, write it on a scrap of paper.' [Claudia] 'You gonna be my knight in vengeful black?' [Louis] 'I am the knight.'" >> 80 years later, "I own the night", we love character development when the seeds are planted from the beginning. And puns, we love puns too.

- [Lestat] "The Book of Hours, extremely rare, 15th century. Silver and gold in the vellum, palettes of blue and old rose." - I want that book so bad… Ahem. I mean, nope, forgiveness will not be bought by gifts, no matter how impressive or expensive.

- [Lestat] "Perhaps we should let him decide if he wants to see me or not." - I think the coffin flying out of the window is a very clear answer.

- You know what, I'm ready to incorporate in my belief system that Emily Dickinson is a vampire. After all, s2 already said Samuel Beckett is. Let's add the Brönte sisters to the list too. Not the Austens tho, I don't think so.

- I love how mature Claudia looks in that hairdo.

- [Lestat] "I'm nothing without both of you." - sweetie, you need to grow an independent self.

- [Louis] "For six years in all, these raw and desperate mea culpas came like the tide. And for six years, they were greeted with silence or fire. We burned more gifts than bodies in that decade, but they would not stop coming. And Lestat's relentless determination began to crack my considerable armor. Perhaps it was the modesty of the gesture. But in the spring of 1937, one broke through."

If they were real people, I'd say" girl, no, run, stop". But the beauty of fictional characters is that the more messed up, the more compelling, and I am on the edge of my seat getting ready for Lestat to come crawling back and for Louis to fall even harder.

- Aaaaaaaaaah, Lestat singing!!!! Rockstar Lestat wheeeeeeeeeeeeeen.

- [Louis] "The audacity of it all was matched only by its sincerity" - that's the definition of Lestat, that here.

- [Louis] "Six years of begging, you think a song's gonna get a rise out of me?" -… Babe, you just swam the Mississipi and broke down a door, I'd say he managed it.

Also, hello again, Sam Reid's training routine. Man, that chest.

[Louis] "Write me a song and put your lover's voice in it?" - I don't know if I wanna applaud Lestat's boldness or rip his heart out for his casual cruelty.

Sorry Antoinette, nobody ever holds a candle to Louis in Lestat's eyes…

- [Daniel] "'You took Lestat back.' [Louis] 'The vampire bond. There is no human equivalent.' [Daniel] 'Lover, murderer, maker. You took him back.' [Louis] 'It's a bond than can never be fully severed. A bond like that makes you believe there's only the two of you on the planet.'"

Daniel Molloy season 1: giiiirl he's abusive and violent and a cheating liar, why would you take him back?

Daniel Molloy season 2: never mind, better the guy who loves you and would have died to save you even though he's the one that broke you than the psycho besides you who's been lying for 80 years and is the reason your daughter's dead, I am now the number one Loustat defender.

Mate, same.

- I am absolutely mesmerised by Louis's eyes in this episode. Oh, boy, how is he so, so beautiful.

- "His name was Magnus. He took me from my room in Paris, as I kicked and screamed. He kept me for a week, locked in a room full of corpses - some freshly killed, some bloated and black. But they all looked like me - my coloring, my physique. My own eyes staring back at me from rotting faces. He fed on me every night. And then he put me back in the tower with the look-alike corpses. I thought for sure I'd be one of them, but instead he turned me into this. No grand history of vampiric origins or physiology, no rules, no counsel. Just a sweeping hand to a pile of money and the sight of him throwing himself into a fire. And then I was alone. I thought… 'I can't drink hot blood. I can't feed on others.' I cried. I called to God. I didn't want this. But I have a capacity for enduring. It's why I don't particularly like being abandoned."

Aah, this is such a fascinating moment. Lestat is trying so hard to remain impassive and neutral, but his voice wavers all through the story, and his gaze is distant and clouded when he recounts the worst parts, his fear, his loneliness. And then Louis looking at him with so much compassion and so much pain, fully empathising, and Claudia, even though she also feels some modicum of pity, immediately looking to Louis and seeing that he's fully back to loving Lestat, and for his sake, for his sake only, she agrees to Lestat coming back… Beautiful.

And then when you think about Lestat's origins as a vampire (and we haven't even touched on his human history because damn that part too is hard), enduring is really his main trait. He's a survivor. In every meaning of the word. Survivor of rape, because that's what his turning is, survivor of several types of abuse going back all the way to his childhood, survivor of his own demons,… As Louis said, are we the sum of our worst moments? In Lestat's case, I feel like the answer is clearly "no. We are the sum of how much we're trying. We mess up at times, we fail, we hurt each other - but we keep trying our best and we keep trying to stay true to ourselves and we make amends and we recognise our faults".

A pause, here. Breathe. And then onto part 2.

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noemitenshi · 1 month ago

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You're not really my type~

A Daniel Sharman x OC fic (more or less written for kinktober)

Summary: After a chance meeting (two, actually), Daniel becomes interested in Ally – from the looks of it a sweet and thoughful girl, though not afraid to go after what she wants, even if it may offend. However, she may be more than he bargained for.

Author’s note: I, unfortunately, don’t have the bandwidth to truly participate in kinktober this year (since I’ve got about a billion other projects to juggle (and yes, this is me still starting something new, shut up)). But since this kinky idead popped into my head not too long ago I thought it would be fun to try and get as much of it done in October, as a kind of ‘kinktober adjacent’ work. Rpf isn’t normally my cup of tea… but I guess this is a case of never say never. Can’t promise that every entry will be as detailed as this one, I had originally just planned on doing a summary type post with maybe some more detailed scenes slotted in here and there… we’ll see.

Chapter 1

Ally watched her sister’s drawn, miserable expression unhappily. Her and Bob had just broken up – Ally had known it was coming. In fact, everyone had known except for Liz herself. And though Ally was glad to see him finally go (in her opinion he was a selfish, childish man not above taking advantage of her sister’s good (though sometimes naive) heart. The very heart he’d broken in the process – and that thought made Ally simultaneously angry and sad.

Therefore she’d invited Liz along, into her favorite café, hoping that being outside, listening to Ally’s work tales would …well maybe not cheer her up but at least stop her thinking about Bob for a hot second. And Ally had really tried everything to take Liz’s mind of what was tormenting her. And so far she’d failed spectacularly on all fronts.

Liz hadn’t even touched her hot chocolate, her favorite drink. Ally was at her wit’s end. She tried to remember another funny story she could share so that Liz could stop thinking about stupid Bob for a moment – but she’d already shared her best ones (and honestly, the thing she really wanted to do was put all her frustration that had been piling up for months about Bob into words but just now wasn’t the time for it...)

The silence stretched between them almost uncomfortably long. Then her sister’s face transformed, her drawn eyebrows relaxing, her head lifted… She’d seen something that had caught her focus. Oh god, please don’t let it be Bob, appearing all of a sudden in that café!

Trepidatiously Ally followed her sister’s gaze… and breathed a sigh of relief. No sign of that asshole after all!

But then… what had captured Liz’s attention like that. Or should she say who? There was a guy standing at the counter, trying to decide what coffee to get, from the looks of it. Slender and tall, slight curly, dark hair… She stared for a moment, the uncanny feeling that she’d seen him before suddenly coming over her.

A quick glance back at Liz’s face told her her sister was enthralled. And slowly it dawned on Ally who that was.

“Isn’t that… that actor you like so much?”

“Ssh!” Her sister shushed her without sparing her so much as a glance, though a slight blush colored her cheeks, “Not so loud, he’ll hear…”

Ally looked at the guy again who seemed happily oblivious to their conversation, She doubted he could hear them.

“Wanna go talk to him?” she asked, glad her sister wasn’t in that pit of despair anymore,

“What? No! That’s embarrassing…”

“Just a quick ‘hi’? You’ll be hardly the first person to approach him…”

Liz shook her head, her gaze still glued to him. Ally looked back at him, too (and yes, she could see why her sister was so into him; he was fairly attractive). It seemed he had finally decided on what to get and was in the process of paying. About to walk out in a moment and then Liz would be back to pining over Bob… Ally made a split-second decision, standing abruptly and with a decisive “come!” at her sister, she walked towards him… what was his name? David… no. Daniel. Daniel… something.

“Hi!” She greeted him with her best customer service smile, her sweetest ‘let me help you’ voice. “Are you Daniel—” unfortunately his last name still evaded her “—the actor?” Her smile didn’t lose its radiance despite her faux pax.

Daniel (if indeed that was his name) just blinked at her and she felt compelled to add as clarification, “From that werewolf show?”

“...Teen wolf?” He sounded somewhat uneasy. She didn’t let that stop her, she was a woman on a mission after all.

“Yes!” Thus clarified, she got to her request, “I’m sorry to bother you but… would you maybe consider taking a quick picture with my sister Liz”—she glanced around just to see that Liz hadn’t moved from their table, had her face buried in her hands. Typical—“Liz come over here! Liz is a big fan of yours! And she just got through a horrific breakup today. I’ve been trying to cheer her up but no luck so far. It would really mean a lot to her if you’d give her just a few moments of your time. So today won’t be the day her heart got broken but the day she met you…?”

She tried her best soulful look on him, big brown eyes gazing up into startling blue ones – while she gestured for Liz to get over here, now!)

Daniel looked at a loss for words.

“You wouldn’t want to be responsible for her having a bad day, right?” Ally added conspiratorial, an attempt to joke that fell flat judging by Daniel’s still blank look.

But then his own blinding (though also fake) smile broke out.

“Sure. Wouldn’t want that.”

Mission accomplished.

As her sister stood awkwardly besides her favorite actor (and finally, finally flashed a real smile), Ally snapped several pictures in short succession. Liz then stammered her thanks. Blushed, when Daniel told her to “forget him, yeah?” before she hurried back to their table.

“Thanks,” Ally told him, the first earnest thing she’d said to him, “You really made her day.”

A wry smile curved his lips upwards. The first earnest thing he’d given her.

Some days later Liz asked her sister to accopmany her to a bar. Her newfound sense of adventure probably fueled by her meeting with Daniel (a complete success thanks to Ally, even if she had been a bit pushy about it). Of course Ally agreed to go with Liz – she’d wholeheartedly agree to anything if that meant her sister got over Bob sooner.

And so she found herself sitting in a bar, nursing her drink on her own while she watched Liz dance with no less than three gentleman. Whatever helps her get over it, Ally thought benevolently.

“Hey.” Out of the corner of her eye she saw that someone had approached her table, greeting her now. She half-expected it to be some dude wanting to buy her a drink and so she turned, prepared to turn him down.

It was some dude, alright, but one she knew. The same wry smile playing on his lips as the last time she’d seen him.

“Hey!” she greeted back, in her surprise adding too much enthusiasm. Daniel gestured with his half-full drink to the empty chair besides her, asking to sit and she nodded.

“How’s your sister?” He leaned in for the question so she could better hear him over the music. That way she could see the boyish look on his face all the clearer. Oh – he expected Liz to be better after meeting him? That confidence was kinda cute (and it wasn’t like he was wrong there).

“Look for yourself.” She nodded towards the dancefloor.

“Got over him then?” Daniel said, more a statement than a question, a certain satisfaction in his tone.

“Definitely in the process of,” she countered. No, Liz wasn’t over Bob yet but tonight was a good sign.

“And what about you?” Daniel asked, “Dancing not your thing?”

She shook her head, her long curls swaying with the movement.

“No, I love dancing. But tonight I’m… the chaperone.”

“Chaperone!?” He laughed a little, making him look boyish again. For a moment she wasn’t sure if he was laughing at her.

“Making sure she doesn’t get her heart broken so soon again… what about you? All alone here?”

Oh, that sounded way more like a come-on than she’d intended.

“Uh, I wasn’t…” he started saying, his hand moving in a throwaway gesture “but, you know… pretty girls seemed to be a more enticing company than me…”

Ally’s mouth formed a little ‘oh’ of understanding.

“And you didn’t… want to join?”

“Ah, well… that is… no.” All the while he was talking his hand had gone to his chin, moving restlessly along his jaw, his cheek.

Oh. She nodded her head in understanding.

“No! I, I like girls! I do!” He was quick to assure her and she couldn’t help herself but laugh a little at him. “Just… not what I was looking for today.”

“What were you looking for?”

“A night out with friends.”

“Aw, I’m sorry—Oh! Is that why you came over here? Did you think you and I…” she gestured between them but before she had finished her question he shrugged, somewhat awkwardly and tried a grin. It seemed more embarrassed than genuine. So yes, he had thought they’d been in the same position. “Sorry to disappoint but my solitude is self-imposed,” she told him, her gaze going to Liz. He followed it and then, when she was looking at him again, he told her,

“You’re a good sister.”

He seemed to really mean it, she noted, pleased.

“Why thank you!” she beamed. That wry smile lit his face again.

“You know I…” his hand had gone to his face again and as he broke off it went over his mouth. He didn’t seem to want to say. It only made her want to know more.

“What?”

“Ah, no, I…” again he broke off, not having taken his hand off his face yet.

“What?” she asked again with more emphasis. He shook his head, dropping his hand.

“Oh, come on. Now you gotta tell me!”

“Well…” he did a helpless grin before his hand was back on his chin again. “I thought you were… quite rude the other day.” His gaze had jumped around restlessly while he talked but her sudden laughter had him look at her again.

“I was!” she agreed readily, “I know I was… but you saved the day! You truly did. Thank you.”

He watched her bemusedly and then nodded.

“I honestly wouldn’t have done it if you’d asked like that for yourself…” he told her and then after a slight hesitation he added, “Uhm, actually, I uh, I kinda expected you to still jump in and want a picture with me anyway…”

She blinked at the awkward way he looked at her before another bout of laughter burst out from her, bashful, this time. It was nice to hear him talk honestly (even though he hadn’t thought too kindly about her – or maybe because of it).

“So I made a real good first impression, huh?” she asked, still giggling.

He swayed his head.

“There… have been better once…” he said as if he was confiding some great secret to her.

“And yet, you’re still here,” she pointed out, slyly.

“And yet… I’m here. Futily trying to bond over being abandoned by those closest to us.”

She laughed again.

It continued like that, slight teasing and at some points even some flirting. He was smooth though that awkwardness she’d already seen in him glimpsed through now and again. It was fun, though and passed the time well enough.

They even discovered they had a shared passion – art. “You’ve got me at a disadvantage,” he’d said, “I don’t even know what you do.” And so she had told him about the art supply store she’d opened just months ago. How before she’d worked in a B2B and how it had sucked the life out of her. How she prefered what she did now to it even though it was harder to get by. But helping her customers realize their visions, the connections she made, that really made it worth it.

That was when he had told her that he loved to paint. Confiding, it had felt like. And the conversation had remained on that subject for quite some time, his drink long empty when he finally started to say his goodbyes.

Then he hesitated for a second before asking,

“Listen. Would you… consider giving me your number?”

She looked at him, startled. Sure, they had been flirting throughout the night – but for her it had just been a way to pass the time. Nothing more.

“I’m sorry,” she said, feeling bad about it. It hadn’t been her intention to give him the wrong impression, “You’re… not really my type.” She tried for a soft tone, a regretful tone.

“How can you tell? We don’t really know one another yet.”

“Oh, I can tell.”

He was a sweet guy if somewhat awkward feeling in his skin at points (though that could be endearing, too. Was, endearing, she had to admit). Attractive, yes. She could get lost in his eyes alone, if she let herself. Honest and passionate. And definitely, 100% painfully vanilla.

“We… had fun tonight, didn’t we?” he asked carefully.

“Oh, we did.”

“Then… ” he furrowed his brows as he looked at her closely, as if he could read what the problem was on her face. “...what’s your type?” He settled on asking. It was her now that searched his expression, unsure if she should share that. But he looked so earnest. Pleading almost but not quite and so she beckoned him close, to whisper in his ear,

“My type of boy loves kneeling at my feet, thanking me when I degrade him, wanting me to treat him like nothing but a toy…”

He recoiled and stared at her with wide, wide eyes.

“Not your thing, is it?” she asked, not expecting an answer, “That’s ok. I did enjoy tonight. Thank you for keeping me company.”

He nodded, a bit lost, then shook his head.

“No that’s… my line.”

Poor guy, she might’ve frightened him more than she intended.

“Goodnight, Daniel. No hard feelings, right?”

As she watched him go, she couldn’t help herself but imagine him kneeling at her feet… what a pretty sight that would be. Alas…

#daniel sharman #fic #rpf #daniel sharman x oc #kinktober #more or less #not really kinky yet #working my way up there #or well #daniel is #😂#my fic

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3nchantedoll · 1 year ago

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Summary: You are both F1 drivers and hadn't have the best time as teammates the first time. For three seasons you were in separate teams but now you are in the same team again.

In recent year, you both have come to good terms with eachother and now you have lived with Daniel for a few months. One day, when you are away, Daniel swoops around your room and finds your diary.

Characters: Daniel Ricciardo, Sarah(reader)

Category: Smut

POV: Fem

Warnings: Invasion of privacy, maybe slight coercion so non-con (just to be sure)

Dynamic: FemSub/MascDom

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"I have to go for a while. My sister has something going and she needs help.", I said while grabbing a drink from the fridge.

"Oh. For how long?", Daniel asks. Slamming himself to the sofa.

"No idea. Might take a while. There is still leftover in the fridge. Byeee!", I yell and walk out the door.

I arrive to my sister's house with my motorcycle. Just when I take off my helmet, my sister sprints to me.

"Oh my god! I'm so happy you're here already!", my sister said.

"So what is the issue?", I ask as I walk with her inside.

"My lamp doesn't turn on in my room."

"Okay? Is it only in your room or is it also in other rooms?"

"Only in my room."

I walk to her room and flip the switch. Nothing happens.

"I'll have to check the circuit breaker."

I walk downstairs to check the circuit breaker but everything looks to be on place. I walk back upstairs to a closet and grab a lamp. I go and change the lamp. I turn on the switch and the lamp lights up.

"So I found the problem. Your lamp just needed to be changed."

"Oh. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Maybe next time try changing the lamp."

"Okay, thank you you're so sweet.", my sister says and hugs me.

I get back home and close the door. Some weird sound is coming from my room. I walk in and see Daniel reading my diary.

"W-w-what are you doing?", I ask confused.

"Nothing.", Daniel looks at me with guilty eyes.

"And is that my diary?!", I run and try to grab the notebook.

"Hey! Let go!", he chuckles. We fall on the bed, Daniel on top of me.

"How much did you read of it and what did read?"

Daniel gets up on his knees.

"Quite a lot. I didn't expect so many pages to be about me. About, how hot I am, how I was on your on mind constantly. Seeing drawings of me, sexual drawings of me and written fantasies you have of me.", he gradually lowers his voice and gets closer to me.

"It's not what it looks like. I swear, I can expla-"

"Shhh, some of your writings were quite recent. I got the impression from your writings that you have been lusting, craving me for a while.", he whispers in my ear.

I feel like opening my legs, my breath gets deeper.

"No I haven't."

"Baby, don't lie. I have seen what you have written and drawn. Your deepest thoughts and fantasies."

I can feel his bulge against me. I can feel his breath around my neck.

"Come on darling. I know you crave me. You want it. I can see it."

Daniel places his hand on my lower stomach. He looks at me up and down. I look at him back and nod. He slides his hand down and I felt his hand under my panties.

"Fuuuuck! Baby, you are this wet?", he whispers while running his finger up and down my slit.

His finger feels so heavenly. We look into each others eyes while he is rubbing me. My eyebrows furrows as I hold onto Daniel.

"Moan for me.", he says in a low voice. He starts kissing my neck rubbing my clit.

"Danny! Ah!",I moan.

He rubs my clit in a medium tempo. I moan, whimper not knowing how to stay still. Moving my hips. Daniel stops. Pulling down my pants all the way down. I remove my shirt and bra. Daniel gets up to kiss me. He continues kissing downwards, until he gets between my legs. Instead he starts licking my slit. I feel his long tongue inside me and I bend my back.

"Fuck Danny! That feels good!", I whimper.

He gets to my clit and starts sucking it. He plays with it his tongue, flicking it up and down, side to side. Around it.

"Daniel! I want your cock in my mouth! Please!", I whimper.

Daniel gets up, takes out his cock and inserts it inside my mouth. While having cock in my mouth I rub my clit. Feeling his full length makes wetter. I moan while his cock goes in and out of my mouth.

"Your moan feels so good on my cock.", Daniel moans.

I grab my breast and continue rubbing my clit. Looking up at him, seeing his strong muscular arms. Feeling my hands behind my head.

"You want this cock inside? You want this cock inside your pussy?", Daniel groans.

I moan a yes cock inside my mouth.

"Yeah you do. Don't you?", he pulls his cock out. A little amount of drool drops to my chest. He puts his fingers inside my pussy.

"Don't even need lube. You're already so wet.", he says.

I open my legs wider. He slaps cock on my clit and teases it with his cock.

"I want you to say it."

"Say what?", I ask impatiently.

"What do you want? Tell me what do you want.", Daniel smirks.

"I want your cock inside my pussy! Danny please! Please! Please!", I moan.

"Well since you asked so nicely."

Daniel smiles biting his lip as he inserts his cock inside me.

"Fuck yes! Aaah!", Daniel moans.

I can feel Daniel's cock getting all the way in. I bend my back while squeezing the fabrics of the bed.

"Are you okay?", he asks worried.

"Yes! I'm okay.", I give him a euphoric smile.

He pumps his cock inside me, slowly going faster and faster. He puts my other leg on his shoulder. We moan in sync as we look into each others eyes. We switch positions, Daniel laying on his back, me on top. I bounce on his cock, rubbing my clit and having holding my waist.

"Daniel you feel so good! You feel so amazing!", I moan.

"So do you!", Daniel lightly chuckles.

We go harder and harder. Until I twitch and feel stiff. Then I feel slightly dizzy I collapse on Daniel. We smile as we wrap our arms around each other. We look at eachother and give a kiss.

"Why didn't you want to tell me you had feelings for me?", Daniel asks.

"Because I felt complicated about what I felt about you. And at the time.... Being a bitch was something I knew.", I lay my head on his chest.

"You don't have to be a bitch to me anymore. Right?"

"I'm not making any promises.", I bite my lip with a smile.

We both chuckle.

#danny ric #dr3 x reader #f1 smut #f1 fanfic #daniel ricciardo smut #daniel ricciardo x reader

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chaiiitime · 1 year ago

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It Happened One Summer Night

Summary : It was meant to be straight-forward, right? Catch a ride with Daniel Ricciardo to her sister's wedding, try not to kill each other, say thank you when they get there and never have to see each other again. Fate, however, loves to play games.

Pairing : Daniel Ricciardo x OC!Fem

Word Count : 3,800

Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Chapter 2

OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD

Adriana could hear the blood pounding in her ears, her heart working hard to escape her ribcage. They were both breathing hard, but hers were choppier than Daniel.

Daniel wrestled with his seatbelt, leaning across the console to switch off the engine. She was on the verge of hyperventilation and hadn't realised the car was still running.

Dear God, she had run over something.

Daniel got out, rounding the front and bending down to look at whatever damage she had caused. She knew she had to follow him, but she didn't have the heart to see whatever poor innocent animal she had run over splattered all over the car's bumper. She slowly climbed out, the hot tarmac burning the sole of her bare feet. The breath she was holding left her in a whoosh when she saw no blood or gore over the front of the car. Daniel was lying belly-flat on the ground, as he tried to dislodge something from underneath the car.

"What is it?" she asked with trepidation.

Daniel grunted as he grappled with whatever it was. He looked up at her, squinting against the dying sun. "It's a branch. A pretty big one. I'm trying to get it out, but it's stuck."

He gave it a few more tugs and he finally felt something give. Hell yeah. He pulled the branch out and held it out for Adriana to see.

It wasn't just a pretty big one, it was huge, and Adriana hadn't seen it because she had been too busy arguing with Daniel.

Daniel tossed the branch to the side of the road, lying down once again to check the floor of the car. "Well, it looks like we are not going anywhere. The branch ripped a pipe or something and there's an oil leak."

"Can't you fix it?" Daniel looked at her confused. "Well, you're an F1 driver. Aren't cars kind of part of your job?"

Daniel tried to hold back his sigh of exasperation. The lady sure had her ideas about whatever she thought an F1 driver was all about.

"I just drive the car, I'm not a mechanic. If I knew how to repair the car, I would have done it already." Or even better, he thought inwardly, he would have built himself a fast car instead of spending a big part of his career in slow cars.

"What are we going to do now?" Her voice was anguished.

Daniel knew he shouldn't take any perverse pleasure in seeing the distressed look on her face, but he was, even if he was as much stranded as her.

"Get in the car." He motioned to her. "I'll try to push it to the side as much as I can while you steer."

ROUND AND ROUND, DANIEL reminded himself as he rubbed his thumb against his index finger.

The constant circular motion had been his self-soothing mechanism ever since he was a hyper anxiety-prone kid. It was his way of calming himself down, to not give in to his anxious tendencies and bite his nails. He also didn't want to show Adriana he was anything other than cool and composed.

The setting sun had turned the sky orange, and even the remaining colour was quickly dissipating. In the last hour since they'd realised that there was no network signal, they'd considered every single option — from trying to repair the car themselves to maybe walking to the nearest civilisation. They had no idea how far the nearest town was — because of said no network — and their last option of hitching a ride hadn't exactly panned out yet. The few cars that had passed them on the highway so far hadn't bothered to stop.

He was sitting on the cooling hood now. Adriana was sitting sideways in the passenger seat, her feet dangling out of the open door. She looked far from the well-put person that had walked out of the airport this afternoon. Her blouse was rumpled and there was a streak of grease running down her skirt from when she had tried to look under the car earlier.

Daniel cleared his throat. "What comment were you referring to earlier?"

They'd been sitting in tense silence. Might as well use the opportunity to clear the air.

Adriana lifted her head from where she was lolling on the headrest. "Don't pretend like you don't remember what I was referring to."

Daniel tipped his head back and pushed out a grunt of frustration. He tried to loosen the tendons in his neck. He didn't think his neck had ever felt this tired even after his toughest race as it did now from the stress of the last few hours.

"Adriana —" Her name sounded so foreign in his Australian twang, his tongue wrapping around the vowels to give a slight inflection at the end. "I'm really trying here. I'm not being an asshole. I'm asking honestly so that I can apologise."

Adriana looked up at him. There was a look of vulnerability lurking in her eyes that Daniel had not expected. She looked back down, her hair covering her face as she rubbed at the grease streak on her skirt.

Her voice sounded a bit rough when she finally spoke.

"It was George's birthday party. George and you, you guys were in the kitchen getting beers or something. Anyway, George asked if you would be interested in dating me and you said —” The rubbing got more frantic, as if she could make the grease streak disappear. "And you said that —" Daniel could see her throat work convulsively, as if she was holding back tears. "You said that I was so cold — colder than a witch’s tits was what you said actually — that your balls would freeze up if you tried touching me.”

Dan felt his face flush hot. That sticky sickly feeling inside of him was hot shame as he faintly recalled that conversation.

He truly was an asshole.

"Adriana, I —“

He remembered that one time in high school when he got suspended for scratching something he shouldn't have on that girl’s locker and how disappointed his mom had been in him. But he wasn't a kid anymore, he didn't need his mom to tell him off to know he'd done something bad. He shouldn't have said that, whether Adriana had overhead him or not, whether she’d been rude to him or not.

He got down from the hood, ready to get down on his knees if that was what it would take for her to forgive him. "Adriana, I’m sorry." She looked intent to avoid his gaze, staring straight ahead at an invisible point beyond his shoulder. "I, I ... "

God, words were hard when you were a world class idiot.

All of a sudden, Adriana got up. Did his rambling apology have an effect already? But no, she was staring, almost excitedly, at something behind him.

"Is that a —"

Daniel turned around. Yep, that was indeed a truck. A good old-fashioned one at that, all dusty, its red paint faded with the sun.

Adriana rushed past him, waving frantically to get the driver's attention. Daniel sighed as he followed after her.

She didn't have to wave so frantically to get the driver's attention, he thought moodily. That tight skirt she was wearing would have been enough to stop traffic.

The truck came to a trundling stop before them. The driver was an old man, his wispy white hair peeking out from under the beret he was wearing. His sun-beaten face creased into a smile as he looked down at Adriana.

"Hola, Senor." The Spanish rolled off Adriana's tongue. She pointed to Daniel and their car as she appeared to explain their situation. The man nodded along, leaning out of his window to look at their car before speaking. Dan could only assume whatever the old man said was positive because Adriana had a wide grin on her face as she profusely thanked him.

"Gracias. Muchas gracias."

She turned excitedly towards Daniel. "He says he lives in a small village not too far from here.

He can take us there for the night, and tomorrow he can have the village mechanic come get the car for repairs."

Daniel cleared his throat as he stepped closer to her. "Are we sure we can trust this man?" he asked in a lower voice.

Adriana rolled her eyes at him. "Look at him," She gave the man a little smile and wave as she gritted her teeth at Dan. "He's harmless. Anyway, at this point, I am so desperate I would get in a car with the dodgiest of men if that means I get to reach my little sister's wedding in time.”

"Fine, Fine" Daniel held up his hands. "I was just being cautious.”

DANIEL AND SENOR GONZALEZ HAD MANAGED to secure their suitcases with rope in the bed of the truck. Now, Adriana was faced with another problem. She stared at the driver's cabin, wondering how she was going to get up there – her pencil skirt didn't allow for the kind of movement that would allow her to vault herself up there.

"Come on," Adriana could feel the heat of his body as Daniel came up behind her. "I'll give you a boost. Just grab on to the door handle once I lift you up."

She didn't have the time to process what was happening before Daniel was placing his hands on her hips. His hands moved down, curving around her bottom to lift her up.

Adriana flushed hot. A million butterflies erupted in her belly – Daniel Ricciardo had his hands on her ass. His beautiful veiny hands with the rose tattoo and the discrete "3" inked there. She felt his hands flex. A slight squeeze of her ass. Was it a trick of her mind? It was definitely a trick of her mind because why would Daniel Ricciardo be squeezing her ass? She landed quite inelegantly on the seat, her skirt riding up as she slid across the bench to the middle seat, giving Daniel an eyeful as he hoisted himself up.

The cabin was much smaller than both of them had anticipated. They sat flushed against each other, their knees touching. Daniel sat very still, careful not to make any movements. The tiniest of movements, as he had discovered, and his arm would brush against the underside of her breast. He sat, staring straight ahead, not daring to look at the smooth golden expanse of skin exposed by her hitched-up skirt. Not daring to take too deep of a breath because he could smell her, even over the old leather smell of the cabin — something citrusy and sharp, softened with hints of floral.

The palms of his hands tingled from where he’d touched her. It had taken a lot of self-control to not draw her closer to him as he had lifted her up. To not let his hands linger for longer than needed. To not mould his hands over her curves.

Fuck, he needed a cold shower. Maybe a reality check as well, because the last thing he needed right now was to start something with Adriana freaking Montero Mundt.

THEY CAME TO A STOP IN front of a small house. Adriana peered out but couldn't make out much of anything in the dark. She felt slightly disoriented — it had gotten completely dark once they got in the truck, so she couldn't tell which way they had been driving all this time. It felt like they had been on the road for hours when at most, it must have been only a little bit more than an hour. She didn't refuse the hand Daniel offered her to get down – the strain of the trip was finally catching up to her and she felt like she would keel over if she didn't get into bed soon.

Senor Gonzalez — or Miguel as he had said to call him — ambled across his gravel driveway to his front door, beckoning them to follow him. He had talked almost non-stop since he had picked them up, with Adriana sometimes acting as translator for Daniel. He'd told them about his little village by the sea, how it was the place with the best seafood in all of Spain, how it was protected by the sea on one side and the Pyrenees Mountains on the other — all in all, Adriana had realised, they could have done much worse as a place for an overnight pitstop.

"Cayetana!" Miguel bellowed as he hung his beret on a hook by the door.

"Si, si," A woman appeared in the doorway. She had grey hair, carefully braided. Her small frame was wrapped in a floral housecoat and she looked ready to turn in for the night.

"Caye, mi amor," Miguel walked over to his wife, placing a hand on her shoulder. "This is Adriana and Daniel. Their car broke down on the highway. We can spare a room for them for the night, si?" He explained in Spanish.

Cayetana pushed her glasses up her nose as she looked at them. Great, she was going to throw them out because they looked a bit worse for wear, Adriana thought. Well, not Daniel — he still looked his suave self. She, on the other hand, looked like she had been through the wringer.

"Ah! Claro que si! Si!" She exclaimed as she gestured for them to follow her.

They went up a narrow staircase, with Daniel juggling both their suitcases — he had shooed her away when she had tried to take hers. Cayetana showed them to a small room at the end of the hallway.

Clean bed linens, she explained. She bustled around, handing them clean towels, showing them how to turn on the faucet in the ensuite. All through this, Adriana tried to tell her that Daniel and her were not a couple and that they would need separate rooms, but every time she tried to interject, she was met with a torrent of rapid-fire Spanish that even she had trouble keeping up with.

Then, Miguel and Cayetana were wishing her and Daniel goodnight, leaving her alone with Daniel in the small room with the lone bed.

Daniel was looking at her with something close to indignation on his face. "You didn't tell them we need separate rooms!" He whisper-shouted as soon as the door closed behind their hosts.

"I tried!" Adriana lifted her shoulders in defence. "She just wouldn't stop talking to listen to me!"

"Well —" Daniel walked over to the right-side of the bed, placing his phone and wallet on the bedside table there, "I'm not sleeping on the ground or in that sorry excuse of an armchair to protect your chastity or whatever it is they call it."

"Oh, how gentlemanly of you." Adriana was still stood in the same spot, her hands on her hips as she watched him get comfortable. He kicked off his shoes and before she could tell him off, he bent down and carefully placed them to the side.

He opened his suitcase, turning back to look at her as he riffled through his things. "Nah yeah, I'm not fucking up my neck just for me to the play the gentleman for you."

Adriana bristled at the way he said it — did he mean that he would have done the gentlemanly thing for any other woman but her? He looked pretty unbothered by their sleeping arrangements all while she was on the verge of combusting at the thought of sharing that small bed with him.

"What's that?" Adriana asked perplexed as she watched him open the case he had just removed from his suitcase.

"What do you mean what's that?" He looked at her as if the answer should be obvious. "It's my custom-made travel pillow." He said as he moved the pillow on the bed aside for his special one. "I told you, I need to take care of my neck."

Adriana watched incredulously as he carefully fluffed up the pillow.

"Also, could you please open the window behind you a bit? I can't sleep unless the room is in the twenty degrees."

"Of course, my lord!" She bowed mockingly. "Do you want me to also check if they haven't left a pea under the mattress?" She made a dramatic gesture towards the bed, blinking up at Daniel in an exaggeratedly slow manner. "We wouldn't want anything to mar your highness' delicate skin, after all.”

“Haha.” He said dryly. “You’ve got jokes.”

It was pretty funny, but there was no way he was going to tell her that.

“You know —“ he said as he slowly walked backwards, snagging a clean towel and throwing it over his shoulder. “You should check on that pea while I take a shower.” Then, he was hurrying to the ensuite, smirking at the sound of indignation she made.

That man was so childish. What did she care if he showered first? She fumed as she picked up the pillow Daniel had discarded and placed it in the middle of the bed. There, that was what the heroine did in the movies, right? Build a pillow wall to protect herself from the hero’s advances?

Satisfied with her brilliance, Adriana started settling in. She hung up the garment bag with her maid of honour dress in the small wardrobe, unpacked her toiletries and nightclothes. Thank God, she’d packed her modest pyjamas — not like she usually wore sexy stuff to bed anyway. She was shooting a text off to Carmen when the door opened.

Finally.

“I hope you didn’t fin —“ The words died on her lips. Daniel was standing in the doorway — completely bare chested.

He was vigorously drying his curls with one towel and had another slung loosely around his hips. It sat so low, exposing his Adonis belt that Adriana feared one tug, and the towel would come loose. She could tell he had barely dried himself coming out of the shower, because she could see the sheen of moisture on his golden skin. She watched in fascination as a droplet of water coursed down from the base of his neck, over the ridges of his abs to get lost in his happy trail. The soft hair there swirled around his navel to disappear into the unexplored underneath his towel.

“Left you some hot water.” He was smirking as he looped his towel around his neck.

Oh God, his neck. His big beautiful neck.

Don’t show him you’re flustered. Adriana cleared her throat, carefully averting her eyes from all that male exquisiteness in front of her. “Thank you.” She said as she gathered her things, making sure she kept a safe distance from him on her way to the bathroom. She closed the door quietly behind her and leaned against it.

She needed a cold shower — or maybe to douse herself in some holy water.

DANIEL LAID DOWN on the bed.

For some reason, the pillow he had discarded was in the middle. He kicked it to the foot of the bed and settled down more comfortably, propping his arms behind his head. He smiled slightly as he remembered the way Adriana had checked him out coming out of the shower — she thought she had been inconspicuous about it, but he’d seen the self-conscious way she had touched her throat, the blush on her face.

He could hear the water running in the bathroom. He imagined the water running over her curves. The water droplets glistening on her skin. Those slim hands slathering the soap all over her body.

Calm down, he reminded himself. So what if the attraction between them was mutual? He was not going to do anything about it. She hated his guts and he had already offended her once. He wasn’t going to do it again by making a move on her. Just then, the door opened and Adriana came out, fumbling with the light switch to the bathroom. She was wearing a striped pajama set.

Very proper. Very sexy.

The steam from the shower had brought out the curls in her hair, a few ringlets framing her face rather enticingly. She looked soft, fuckable.

Adriana skirted the bed, her eyes quickly darting to where Daniel was sprawled out. Thank god he’d gotten dressed, even if the sweats and T-shirt he was wearing did nothing to hide the hard lines of his body, the soft material of the old sweats cupping that part of him just so, leaving nothing to the imagination.

She was mad at herself for being attracted to him because she knew if she got involved with him, it would only end in heartbreak for her and she didn’t think she could handle having her heart broken twice.

She frowned when she saw her pillow wall had somehow ended at the foot of the bed. Wordlessly, she picked it up and placed it back.

Daniel was looking at her quizzically, one of his eyebrows quirked in question. She mirrored his expression, lifting one of her eyebrows in challenge. She had to hide her smile of triumph when he shrugged, seemingly accepting not to question why she wanted to have a pillow between them.

She got in bed, pulling the covers up to her chin.

They both laid in the dark, their breaths falling into sync in the silence. Adriana willed herself to sleep, but even with the pillow between them, she could feel the heat from Daniel’s body. She wanted to burrow into his warmth, but all the things they’ve said stood between them.

Daniel was bone-tired, he knew he had to sleep, but just like how it was after a bad race, his mind kept replaying that moment – Adriana sitting so forlorn in the car, looking hurt. Colder than a witch’s tits. He was truly an idiot.

He knew from her carefully measured breathing that she was still awake. He could feel the same tension he felt in his body radiating from hers.

“I’m sorry.” He said softly into the silence.

His only indication that Adriana had heard him was the slight hitch in her breathing.

“I shouldn’t have said that. I’m not going to hide behind any excuses and pretend I am not blameless.” He shifted on his side, his eyes roving on her face. Even in the dark, he could make out the beauty mark near her upper lip. “Will you forgive me?”

They stayed suspended for a moment, Daniel’s breath fanning the hair at her temple.

Adriana’s heart stuttered. How could she tell him that her supposed animosity against him was her self-defence mechanism to protect her heart from him? That deep down, she knew it would be so easy to fall in love with him and in the end, she would be the one with the broken heart while he would leave unscathed?

Without answering, she turned on her side, giving him her back and shielding herself from his eyes. Daniel didn’t move for a moment. Then, Adriana felt the bed shift as he turned on his other side with a sigh. After a few minutes, she heard his breathing becoming deeper and slower — he’d fallen asleep.

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Hi! Feel free to answer this whenever you're rested from your trip. But I'd like to know how Germany was 🥰 (other than the guys from SPC saying you're a good photographer 🤭)

HIIIIII.

Im still on the adrenaline of the flight and all but oh my god im ready to leave again for Germany.

Some highlights:

- "the Germans" became "the Germs" and @lovesomehate and I must have said ‘fucking germs’ too often

- german tv had an after hour sexy ad thing with half naked girls and one of the ad was called ‘susie 9’ and i said "oh no, this is what susie the saxophone grew up to be"

- i was holding my phone saying HELLO FROM MONTREAL and Stefan R. saw it and pointed at me, i pointed back (like the spiderman meme) and he did a 🫶🏼 but i didnt get a picture

- Dan, when i said i was from Canada: Montreal??? What are you doing in Germany? IN LEIPZIG?? Did you get lost??

- jan, when he heard us speak french: were you at the electric callboy show in Montreal?? IT WAS SO HOT?? *rambles to @chaotic-gingey about it*

- being thoroughly confused by The Butcher Sisters every single night

- I sang Ein Zwei Polizei everytime we saw a police car (sorry @lovesomehate and @chaotic-gingey )

- It was Anne-Marie in Germany instead of Emilie in Paris, as I strolled in the morning to get breakfast, coffee and food from the grocery store.

- Germans are so fucking tall y’all i need heels

- i can’t even explain how good and better food is there. The quality. The diversity. (Though i hope you like paprika)

- the döner and curry wursts are the unsung heroes

- on night two there were no barricades so we were right at the feet of the bands which was… interesting to say the least.

- thats when stefan said he and dan liked my pictures and i basically melt on my bed.

- me: these are candies from Canada for EVERYONE. Roberto, the merch dude: oh, Daniel will love this.

- @chaotic-gingey and I didn’t vibe in Berlin so we drove to Hamburg with the idea of visiting and maybe attend the show

- spoiler we did 🙄

- we stayed by the sound booth as we were tired and hot and basically… forgot to eat that day. Bad idea. The place got so hot i was sure I’d faint. Front row were troopers!

- @chaotic-gingey and I ‘awwwwwing’ when we saw that Bollo’s screen background was the Tekkno tour picture with the guys and their team

- Two German dudes tried to invite us to a party or a bar and wouldn’t take no for an answer and tbh it was just hilarious as they were not threatening. They even asked for a picture with us when they left 😂

- we met the guys again🥰 Stefan’s hugs > any hugs. Better than Kevin’s hugs. I don’t know. It’s just, pretty sure he cracked my back. He thanked us again a million times for coming.

- roberto gave us flame glasses and it was hilarious and its one of my favorite things

- me: did you like the Canadian candies? Dan: ohYES. I haven’t finished them but im working on it.

- the entirety of State fall guys being the sweetest bunch❤️

- we went to eat at the döner place after the show

- @chaotic-gingey : wouldnt it be funny if Bollo or any of the guys were to come in hahaha

- narrator: Bollo did come to the döner place to get some food, much to her shock.

- i fell on the ice And couldnt stop laughing

- we drove back to Berlin and with less than two hours of sleep we made our way to the airport

-now im writting this to you and I’m sad

-lets all move to Germany

#ask #anon ask #i miss Germany #already #jupiter-balls

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zalrb · 5 months ago

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Bridgerton 3.05 Review

"It's just, we've known Penelope for all these years and now she'll be my sister!" No one has questions??

Youngest Mouse Man brother sounds like Daniel Radcliff.

You didn't know she had feelings for Colin? You were best friends? And I feel like she wasn't subtle??

This is supposed to be a heart-wrenching moment between Eloise and Penelope and I do not care.

I still want Edwina to come and massacre them all.

Hey, Kate, where is your sister?

How is that man not the oldest of the Mouse Man Brothers?

Oh my god the Bridgerton family is BORING.

Idk Eloise and whatsherface Mean Girl girl should have a romance. It'd be interesting.

I mean, Penelope's mother is right to be cautious. One Bridgerton brother JUST jilted the sister of his wife. They're fickle af.

Colin standing up for Penelope is supposed to be this Moment but the acting is not good.

AND HE TURNS HER TO THE MIRROR SO SHE CAN SEE HERSELF AS HE COMPLIMENTS HER IN A WAY FOR HER TO GAIN CONFIDENCE. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

It's not fair, but if we're doing this

I'm just going to think of when Jamie described Claire's hair

14. Jesus Christ, Nicola's back must be TIRED. She's doing the best she can because dude is dead in the face.

15. *cries* she needs a better scene partner.

16. So, does every Bridgerton pairing have the "We should stop" "Do not stop" moment, then? No variations?

17. She's moaning, she's panting and he's just ....

18. This mirror scene should either be sensual or hot and instead it's mechanical.

19. Yes, yes, naked vulnerability, he strips for her, so they can see each other and just be bare together, *cries* you need chemistry for this.

20. I also feel like Penelope covering her breasts undercuts the scene? Like we don't have to see them, they can do different cuts and angles to let us know that she's naked without us having to see it or they have to have some dialogue about not being shy or embarrassed etc. etc.

21. "Tell me what to do." I mean he couldn't be, like, kissing her neck and she asks that breathlessly and then they pull away and have this conversation?

22. I just ... for a show that's supposed to be spicy and romantic, it's pretty clinical.

23. Jesus Christ, I'm not even 20 minutes in?

24. Even when he says "Not there. Not yet." He could SOUND like he's struggling?

25. I just feel like Colin going slow and Penelope not having experience and him checking in with her and making her comfortable and explaining that sex may hurt etc. doesn't mean the scene has to be devoid of heat or passion or gentle sensuality in terms of tone.

26. I'm slightly surprised he didn't go down on her, though, that's like a staple? And it's usually before penetrative sex. Interesting.

27. "I'm very happy. Who gives a SHIT about my sister."

28. "But Colin..." I mean to be fair, Eloise, he discovered this like five minutes ago.

29. "I would much rather go off riding" the two NOT LIKE OTHER GIRLS.

30. "Do I look a mess?" No, he did not blow your back out.

31. "What did you wish to tell me?" that it is I, LADY WHISTLEDOWN.

32. Wow, he is not a good actor.

33. "All she had to do to get him to marry her is be herself" and emotionally blackmail him for a kiss.

34. I know they need to keep up appearances for the sake of propriety but considering that they just had sex, Penelope for the first time, I would've expected some secret smiles and lingering gazes. Like FNL was really good at showing giddiness even with just shots of feet

35. Cressida, that's right.

36. "We should tell them tonight." "I thought you wanted to wait" since when were either of you considerate of other people? Please.

37. This show should be so much more fun.

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balshumetsbaragouin · 11 months ago

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Bittersweet Future: Chapter Sixteen

Summary:

Danny awakens the day after to search through the wreckage of Camp for supplies. Later, the group makes its way out of the caves, with The Meadow and safety on their minds.

If You Thought This Was An Ordinary Road Trip...

Danny ignored the of sound of the cushions creaking for the third time in the last fifteen minutes. They were stacked on top of each in the back third of the RV, and the noises were the least of his problems. Every joint ached and creaked, his body having decided to remind him he’d slept in a basement the night after fighting the GSU in Amity and the day before fighting them in the valley. Ghost powers came with a lot of perks, but even they couldn’t salve all the aches of being slammed into shields or taking ecto-weapon fire to one of your limbs. Still, he was in better shape than either the eldest halfa or Daniel. The latter had gotten concussion symptoms at some point between 10pm and midnight, and spent the night bouncing between yakking his brains out and wincing at every drip in the cave. The former couldn’t even lay down flat or breathe without suppressing shivers; he’d wheezed all night like a squeaky toy. Danny would have found it hilarious under different circumstances.

He could deal with a little soreness and the annoyance of one of the twins punting his back all night...even if it makes me want to kick them back. As another dream induced kick popped him in the ribs right near his kidneys, he gave up on sleeping any longer. He didn’t want or need any more bruises, and he couldn’t manage to get comfortable enough to sleep more anyway. He struggled out from the twisted up blankets and picked his way past people towards the bathroom. His alternate universe twin glared up at him the moment he passed, mouthing something about shutting up, but he was tiptoeing and everything made him wince, so Danny ignored it.

He stumbled back out of the bathroom to find his elder sister grimacing back at him, all bed head and dark circles under her eyes. He eyed the wrist she’d been rubbing the day before and suppressed a wince when he saw the dark bruise and the swelling. It looked more like a big purple plum than a wrist at the moment. He shuffled towards the front of the RV, dodging when Daniel threw a pillow at his head and actually hissed at him. Dude is annoying, but if my head hurt as much as his does right now, I’d throw something heavier. Danny reasoned before getting off the RV. He was hungry, and determined to find some food.

He shuffled back into the middle of the rocky antechamber the RV was parked in, and startled when he saw his mom already setting up what looked to be a hot plate and some pans. She had a frown fixed firmly on her face though and was rummaging through some metal crates. “Where is any of the damn—”

“Morning.” He watched her stiffly stop leaning over a box and wave at him.

“Is Jasmine awake? I’m trying to find the packaged meals.”

“Um, yeah?” Danny grumbled, voice still gravely with sleep. “Just saw her head towards the bathroom. What time is it?”

“A little after 4:30 in the morning.” “Oh God, I’m going back to sleep. I don’t care if they keep using my left kidney as a soccer ball.”

“No you’re not. We need to start preparing to head down into the valley to grab supplies.” He groaned then, realizing he’d be lifting things and moving objects way earlier than he’d like.

“Can’t it wai—”

“No.” Her voice was flat, drained, and strained. She swept a piece of sticky hair away from her forehead and pointed back at Danny. “Go grab Jasmine, quietly, so she can tell me where she packed the food. Then come back here with Daniel.” She made a shooing motion and leaned back over the boxes, pushing something around inside before pulling out a cast iron skillet.

“He’s probably going to kill me if I try to talk to him.”

“He can’t shoot an ecto-ray strong enough to hurt a fly right now. Stop being such a baby, and go do as you’re told.”

Yikes! This day is off to a great start. Danny complained before making his way back towards the RV. Inside, he heard whispering and climbed up to find his sister and Daniel in the front half of the RV, hissing back in forth in tones that sounded like an argument. He moved to join them, and they stopped to gaze tiredly in his direction. “Hey…so Jazz your mom wants to ask about where the food’s gotten to? Also, I’m supposed to bring you with sourpuss pillow thrower.”

“I’ll tell her where the food is, but he shouldn’t be moving.” “I’m fine.” “You have a grade three concussion.”

“I’m conscious.” “You have ghost powers. Which is why you aren’t dead, but still. You need to stay still.” “Fudge off you controlling blitz.”

“See? Vomiting, nausea, irritability, memory loss, dizziness, headache—”

“Regardless, I’m not staying here in the RV when there’s work to do.” He announced while standing up from his seat. The suddenness earned him some wobbling and a glare from his older sister, which he ignored. “I’ll be fine, we have to work. We don’t have time for me to have sick leave ok?” With that, he trudged towards the stairs to the RV, carefully working his way around a protesting Jasmine and a silent Danny. He stomped down the stairs and half way into the antechamber before either of the other teens could stop him.

“Stubborn, ridiculous, pigheaded, reckless-”

“Um, so I’m going after him. Your mom is pissed enough without me trying her patience by staying here any longer.” “She’s your mom too.” The other girl looked more amused by the idea than she should, eyes sparkling in the low light coming from the front of the RV cabin.

“Tell her that. She practically bit my head off a few minutes ago.”

“Did you talk back?” She asked, heading after him out of the RV.

“Uh—”

“That sounds like a ‘yes’.”

“Whatever.” The sulking teen slumped as the table and Maddie came back into view, ghost power enhanced night vision giving him a good view at the frustrated look on her face. He watched as Daniel drifted back and forth, clearly trying to stay upright, but too dizzy to tell vertical from horizontal entirely. Maybe Jazz is right about him staying still…

“I’m mostly fine. If I was slurring my words or still throwing up right now I’d sit this out, but by the time we get down into the valley, I’ll be able to help.” His mother didn’t seem convinced, but it wasn’t like they had a lot of options at the moment. His father was still too touch and go to leave alone, and the twins and Lizzie would be no help packing, much more likely to waste precious time poking through everything. Sure, the inside of his skull felt like someone had put it in a blender, but he’d had worse concussions…He couldn’t remember when at the moment, but that was besides the point. He watched his mother’s expression go from disquieted to resigned.

“I trust you not to overdo it out there. I already have enough to worry about, and head injuries can go from marginal to serious quickly. Don’t lift anything heavy, and try not to bend over. You’ve clearly got vertigo and the last thing you need is to lose your balance and fall.” She noticed the other two teens hovering farther away and motioned them closer. “Hey hun,” she smiled tiredly at her daughter, “which box is the food in?”

“I’ll bring it here.” The red haired teen passed an uneasy glance to her still swaying brother before disappearing farther back into the cave.

“Alright Danny, you’ll have to do most of the heavy lifting. I can’t actually go with you, so follow Jasmine’s instructions. We’ve got the shield set up inside the cave, but outside, you’ll be able to be picked up by the GSU satellites, so no ghost powers. I’m going to explain the basics of how our miniaturizing technology works, because that’s how we’re going to get all the supplies we need back here before we have to leave.” She glanced behind her when she heard her daughter struggling to carry the box. “Get that from her will you?”

Danny rushed over to grab it, and set it down on the table next to the skillet. “Wow, how is it this heavy?”

“Water bottles.” Jasmine shrugged and poked at the side of the metal box, somehow convincing it to retract its top.

“Huh, I don’t know why, but I thought it be made of cardboard.”

“What you thought we sealed it with duct tape and shoved it inside the Hover? That’s hilarious.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m a moron. Whatever man. So how does it—” Danny cut himself off as his mother pulled a gallon of water, and a couple of large food packages out of the inside of the container. It was the size of a cereal box laid flat. Ok, that’s bizarre.

“As I was going to explain, they have a maximum mass capacity they can safely store, but volume is a different thing entirely.” She set the food down on the table and placed the skillet on the hot plate. “Here is the power,” she said pointing to a slightly recessed section near the top. “Don’t try to turn these off with things still inside, it won’t let you. You’ll have to turn a crate on and let the battery prime itself before it can function.” She pointed out two more sections on the same side. “This first one tells you that it’s operational. Some of them are going to be damaged, please don’t place anything into those, even if they do turn on.”

“They turn into black holes in that case, things go in and never come out again…” Daniel looked wistful for a second, drawn into the memory of some items he’ll never get back. “The second indicator tells you it’s full. Don’t try to over stuff it either. They have this internal sensor that prevents that from happening, and it’ll just disgorge all of its contents violently. Think explosion.” He stopped swaying and leaned against the table, pulling out a fourth food package and placing it on the table. “You can’t actually stack anything either.”

“That’s correct, it just cares about mass, it’ll self-organize.”

“How do you pick out something specific from inside of it? Like, is it a Wonderball, just a total surprise what comes out next?”

Maddie smiled then and motioned for Danny to lean over the top of the crate. “Look for yourself.” She stepped away to pour some of the water into the skillet and put some more into cups that had materialized from a different crate. The raven-haired halfa did as instructed, peering into what he’d assumed would be a void. Instead, it was like looking at tiny versions of the gallon jugs and packages on the table, doll house style.

“Wow. So you just reach in and it turns, like, normal size once it comes out? How is that even possible?”

“You want the real scientific explanation with the dimensional physics, and the length contractions, and the Lorentz transformations, or will you accept ‘it’s super science’?” Daniel leaned away from the table and smirked in the other boy’s direction.

“The fuck is a Lorentz transformation?”

“Super science it is!” He said a little too brightly, while grabbing a glass of water.

“Why is it every time we talk it feels like you’re calling me an idiot or threatening to kill me?”

“Oh, because I am. Glad you picked up on it.” Danny opened his mouth to reply before his mother cut him off.

“Eat breakfast instead of bickering. Daniel, stop. No, I don’t want to hear it. I know some of this is the concussion, cut it out anyway.” She quirked her mouth into a frown when he glared at Danny, but considered the matter handled for now. “Save your energy for packing, we only have a few hours to get down into the valley and back again, and only today to grab things before we’ll have to get on the road. Now, the most important things are living quarters, medical supplies, and any false documentation you can find. The more recent stuff gets priority, but anything from the last year is good enough. Expect that things will be in disarray down there, they picked through everything, but try to be thorough.” She stirred something smelling garlic-y, but otherwise bland in the skillet, and pointed the spatula at the group of teens. “You’ll drive the Hover to the opening in the cave roof farther in, and then fly down into the valley cloaked. You’ll only have about two hours outside the shields to grab everything, and you’ll need more than one trip. Don’t dawdle, and don’t waste time fighting.” She spooned the unappetizing looking slop onto a plate and handed it to Danny. “You’re out of the cave by 5:30am at the latest, and back here no more than 45 minutes after. It’s five minutes of flight one way, so 35 to pack each trip. That gives you four trips maximum, don’t waste them.” She handed off a final plate to Jasmine and set the skillet to the side to cool. “I have to go check on your father. Finish breakfast, and get started. I’ll wake the twins up when you get back from the first trip so they can help you unload and they can organize while you return to the valley. Any questions?”

“How’s father?”

“Breathing.” She took a deep breath then, realizing she was taking out her anxiety on them. “Feverish, the wound is infected, three broken ribs, his left tibia is fractured in two places, still recovering from blood loss and delayed burns have showed up on his chest and back.” The burn wounds worried her. Wounds only continued bleeding over from ghost form like that if they got worse. The burn marks looked less like temperature damage and more like…“I think he’s got ectoranium poisoning; I’m running a few blood tests.” She waved towards the farthest chamber in their section of the cave.

“You got all the metal—”

“I did. But it was coated in it and he doesn’t have enough energy to neutralize it.” She sighed again and waved back towards the group’s field hospital. “We’ll see what the tests say. You have other things to focus on right now; I’ll keep you updated. If it gets any worse, I’ll have the twins try to pass him some energy.” She watched her eldest two children finally brighten up at that and move to prepare to grab the Hover. She refocused on cleaning the remains of breakfast after putting the rest onto plates. She had to go wake up the youngest children.

The oldest three kids worked through gathering the needed equipment for the flight down quickly. They were packing light, leaving as much room for the equipment from the valley as possible. She’d have preferred bringing a few more emptied crates just in case the ones in the valley were too damaged and they needed more extras, but space was a premium. She got Danny’s attention just as he stacked the last metal boxes into the back of the Hover. “Ok, so just grab Daniel and we’ll start heading towards the exit.” She yawned then and shook out her wrist. It ached. She’d had her mother look it over though, and it was just bad bruising and swelling. Didn’t help the pain though. She vowed to bring more medical supplies back on the very first flight. Her own pain aside, they needed scanners for her brother and dad.

“God, I’m not looking forward to this. What if there’s still some of those GSU goons standing around?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. We sent out probes last night, and they showed the GSU collected everyone and retreated yesterday. We wouldn’t even risk grabbing essentials if we thought they were still hanging around.” Daniel groaned from the co-pilot seat next to her, and she eyed her still swaying brother with more concern. “Is the headache getting any better?”

“Would be if people stopped asking stupid questions about it.” He leaned over the control panel, staring blankly at the buttons and dials for a moment too long. “Don’t.” He said when he saw his sister about to start up again. “I know what they do, it’s just…slower bring up the—” he snapped his fingers a few times, “you know the stuff, the memories.”

“Information.”

“Yeah. It’s not like Danny knows how to co-pilot, so you’re stuck with me.”

“If the pain gets worse—“

“I know the symptoms alright? Stop fudging bugging me about this thrice cursed nonsense, and just…” He trailed off, waving his hand between them. “Just fly the Hover Jasmine, it’ll work itself out.”

Daybreak was coming and with limited hours to gather supplies, she put a pin in it. She started the bug-tank and maneuvered it past the RV back into the tunnel leading to the rest of the cave system. She drove it father back into the caves. The only sound in the cabin was the whirring of the hydraulics controlling the Hover, drowning out the dripping plinks of the water inside the cave. The path narrowed, walls coming close to the sides of the machine. The path cut out then, a hole appearing in the rocks ahead. She turned the wheel and had it climb the wall to their left.

“Wow. It really is a just like a bug.”

“Shut up.”

“Dude. I get you feel like shit, but don’t take it out on me.”

“If I could summon even a drop of spectral energy, I’d phase your brain half way out of your skull.”

“Gross. Are the graphic threats normal?”

“Nope. Only gets this specific and weird when he has a concussion. Anyway, almost—oh shit.” She pulled the Hover to a stop, the cave immediately in front of them a pile of rubble and stone. She sighed and pushed buttons on the panel in front of her, bringing up a few glowing holograms. Her face scrunched up as the scanners inside looked through the cave-in in front of them. “Looks like it’s only a few feet deep, guess all the collapsing rock in the other part of the cave triggered a collapse here too.” She flipped through a few more screens.

“You know this is the only way through, that’s why—”

“It doesn’t take anything to just be sure.” She frowned when the scans proved her brother right. Jasmine ran her hands through her crimson locks and thought things through. Normally, Daniel could just turn the Hover intangible, but he was drained dry, all of his energy going to healing his injuries. Danny’s energy signature wasn’t in their equipment yet so he couldn’t phase the Hover himself. If the other boy didn’t use his powers on the Hover then the energy signature could be picked up.

“I know you all said no ghost powers,” Danny ignored the other dark-haired teen’s sarcastic remark about his memory, “but there’s no way we’re getting through that blockage without them.”

“It’ll take at least twenty minutes to get your ecto-signature into the Hover’s system, and that’s if we had the permissions to do that, which we don’t.” She stated before eyeing her brother curiously. “Could you absorb his energy and then phase the Hover?”

“If the idea didn’t make me want to crawl out of my skin.”

“This is a yes or no question Daniel.”

“Yes, but I won’t like it. Happy?”

“No more than you are, but I’m trying to come up with solutions here. Try to be more flexible.” She waved Danny towards the cockpit from the cabin of the metal beetle. “Not anyone’s first choice, but I can turn on shielding to block energy inside the Hover.” She paused and did just that. “Hand over some spectral energy, and then Daniel can turn the Hover intangible and we can get going.”

“Non-hostile energy. Don’t just charge up an ecto-ray or something.”

“Right, sure…I don’t think I’ve ever tried to do that before? I mean, other than the stuff last night in the cave with the battery. Oh like that?”

“God no, that was fine because he’d transformed, but I’m too tired to manage that.” When the other boy just stared, he elaborated, “I increased my energy production twice yesterday. I don’t think I could transform if someone pointed a gun at my head. Just think of bringing your energy out while concentrating on something…pleasant?” He rolled his eyes and held out a hand, willing this interaction to be over by now. It took too much concentration to make sentences, chasing down words that slipped away through his fingers like…silt…syrup…sand! God, I shouldn’t be sitting up.

Danny held out his hand pulled some energy into it. He winced when he saw the unimpressed glare his otherworldly twin was giving him. “I’m trying, damn, give me a second.” He closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of joy he got when flying, and jumped when someone grabbed his hand.

“Good enough, just keep doing that.” Daniel held his other hand against the walls of the cockpit, pulling the energy from the other boy inside and through his core, feeling it work to exchange the other teen’s ecto-energy for his own. It traveled out of the other side, drip by drab, into his left hand. The intangibility started up, spreading slow and steady across the surface of the Hover until the whole was out of phase. “Alright, drive this thing through the rubble before I lose concentration from how disgusting this feels.”

Jasmine punched it, flying through the rocks, into clear open space on the other side. “We’re through.” She continued towards the opening a few hundred yards farther back. “We’ll have to do that on the way back.”

“Don’t remind me... or do. Who knows, with the way my head hurts, I’ll probably forget by the time we’re back.”

“Don’t joke like that.” She pulled up on the controls, moving the beetle up through the hole in the cave ceiling. She brought the cloaking device up, and turned the machine back towards the valley they’d left the day before. In only two minutes, she found herself landing on the still pre-dawn valley floor, among the ruins of Camp. “First on the list is medical supplies and scanners. We need antibiotics, antivirals, analgesic, antipyretic, the works. I want to grab those first, yes even above the documentation. We can figure something out if it comes to that, but dad has an infected gut wound and I’m worried you’ve got a growing brain clot. I’d rather scramble for false documents than watch one of you die.”

“I’m not going to die…the rest of the way or whatever. But, I still think you’re right.”

Danny listened as the elder two Masters siblings thought through where the supplies would be, before pointing him off of the Hover to go get them. Daniel stood up to join him, before half-tripping himself back down into the co-pilot seat.

“Just stay here. I’ll need you for the second and third runs to find the IDs and move the living quarters. I don’t think Danny can take one of them on his own, and I know mom said not to lift anything heavy—”

“But we both know that can’t be avoided for everything. Right, benched. I’m too dizzy to walk right now anyway. Shouldn’t have used my powers to turn things intangible.” He sighed then and leaned back in the seat, closing his eyes. “Hurry up, the faster we get each trip done, the more of them we can do.”

The two able-bodied teens jumped off the Hover, picking through the crates and boxes nearest the bug-tank first. Jasmine had brought them down near the remains of their medical tent. She sighed when she noticed much of it had already been scrabbled through by the GSU. All of the obvious medication had been swiped…but, looks like they didn’t grab any of the reagents and base chemicals. We grab those and some beakers, Bunsen burners, and mom may be able to synthesize the medicine herself. She grimaced as soon as she thought it. Her father was the bio-chemist; her mother specialized in electrical engineering. Still, she knew enough. She heard Danny ‘whoop’ and hold up a large metal crate.

“I think I found the jackpot!” He pulled the closed container out from under a stack of half collapsed and crushed metal. He hoisted it higher when she walked closer so she could take a better look. “It’s sealed, but everything works, and it says—”

“Right.” She opened the top of the crate, depressing the latch, and peered inside. A real grin broke out when she saw what was inside. On top of basic first-aid kits were bottles of more specialized medicine. It looked like one of their emergency medical boxes had been spared, an explosion from the battle having thrown it under others. “This is a life saver, let’s get this back to the Hover.”

The next two trips went similarly, other than Daniel having been to told on the third, over his objections, to sit still when he’d leaned over and almost slammed face first into the ground from his vertigo. He spent the rest of that trip with a scowl on his face, but otherwise compliant, which worried his sister more than anything else. He must’ve felt worse than he’d let on. Still, even in one spot, he was useful for pointing out places to look.

They had time for one last trip, and this one was for the largest pieces of equipment: the shield nodes, the living quarters, and the still being rebuilt kitchen. She groaned when the Hover landed back in the valley, imagining lifting something with her throbbing wrist and arms. She’d been huffing the entire last trip, arms quivering as they rushed the last of the crates to the Hover. They’d picked things in order of importance, but that left the heaviest for last, sentimental though much of this was, but that didn’t make this trip any less painful. “I’m not looking forward to this anymore than you all are, so let’s get this done. First is the shield nodes, or what’s left of them. There are a few more buried around that make up the full perimeter for Camp, after that is common rooms, and then living quarters, then sentimental stuff. If we’re too tired to get to everything, we’re getting the most important things first.”

“And the heaviest…” Daniel stood up from his position in the co-pilot seat and walked towards the open exit to the Hover. “I’ll grab the shield node over there,” he said pointing off to the left, “Danny can grab the one by the twins’ room and their room. Just stack them,” he declared with a roll of his eyes when the other boy looked likely to protest. “You grab the last one, and we’ll meet up back here.” He ignored the throbbing ache behind his eyes at the increasing glow in the sky. The worst of the vertigo had abated on the last flight back to the cave, and disappeared after phasing them through the rubble for this last flight out. He hated to admit it, but the small boosts of ghost energy he was getting from Danny were helping his concussion.

He walked over and carefully lifted up the buried node of their shield into his arms. By the time he’d picked his way back to the Hover past the debris littering the remains of Camp, Danny had dropped off his first load and was coming back with a second precarious looking set of crates.

“God, these are way heavier than anything else we’ve hauled; my arms are gonna fall off.” He huffed while placing them into the back of the Hover, and hopped back down to face the other two teens. “What’s left?”

“The other bedrooms,” Jasmine ignored the pained groans coming from the boys, sympathetic pains flaring up in her own arms, “and then that’s it actually. The kitchen was fried, nothing left to grab.” She watched Danny blinking up into the rising sun, eyes squinted against the light.

“What day is it anymore? This all feels like one long moment of eternal torture.”

“It’s May 6th; I think.” She rolled her shoulders and started off towards her own room.

“Wait, the sixth?”

“Yeah? What, you miss an appointment?”

“No! Why are-nope, no not getting pulled into an argument with you. I’m just—my mom’s birthday is tomorrow?”

“Our mom…” she corrected absently, before she frowned taking in what Danny had actually said. “Oh, yeah I guess it is.”

“Great birthday present you got her this year man. She’ll never forget it!”

“Oh my fucking—my point, is that there’s gotta be, I don’t know, party supplies or presents somewhere around here.”

Jasmine’s face scrunched up in thought, looking around at the chaos on the ground around them. “Maybe, but we do not have time to look for them, if they are still intact. Let’s grab last of the bedrooms, and hurry back.”

Danny hunched his shoulders a moment, resigned to following orders before the ridiculousness of the entire situation got to him again. “What’s the point? No, I don’t mean this supply run, just, in general. What’s the point of doing any of this if we’re just gonna run and hide and cower the whole time?”

“Don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re not in fighting shape.”

“That’s not what I mean.” He stopped and wiped some sweat away from his forehead, it was already getting humid out. “If we’re just surviving, if we can’t even celebrate a birthday, then why are we doing any of this? It’s not living to just scrape enough together to make it to the next day.” He turned back towards Jazz, ready to try to convince her once again, when Daniel interrupted.

“It might be the concussion talking, but I agree with dipstick over here.” He ignored the affronted look the other teen was giving him and plowed forward. “No really. It’s not like mother will remember on her own, but having a little bit of normalcy after all this might be nice. Besides, I spent way too long on my present to just leave it to rot in the rain and muck out here. Come on peanut butter, you know you want to rescue your gift too.”

The temptation grew for only a moment, before she gave in. She didn’t have energy to argue with the both of them, and the idea of a surprise party was genuinely appealing. “Alright, but be quick about it. We need to get back to the caves before too long.” She half jogged her way back towards her room, content that at least her present was safely nestled inside. By the time she’d picked her way back to the Hover, arms arching from the room she was carrying, she could hear her brother pointing out the last of the party supplies. “You’re sure that’s the last of it?” She dropped the crate with a huff, eyeing the brightened morning sky with apprehension.

“As I can be with everything scattered all over the valley.” He stood from the crate he’d been sat on, heading back to the Hover with a stretch. “We’ll have to improvise, but we’re pretty good at that.” He eyed Danny squishing the last of the supplies into a stable arrangement in the back of the Hover and stalked back to the co-pilot seat. Even if the headache had abated some, the rest of him still ached like, well, exactly like he’d been dropped hundreds of feet into the unforgiving earth.

Jasmine settled in next her brother, starting up the machine, and admonishing Danny to strap in before they took off. He stopped fiddling with the contents in the back third of the flying tank, and sat down as she guided the bug back towards the caves. With any luck, she thought looking at the pink and gold of the brightening skies, we’ll leave tomorrow around this time.

Dawn broke bright and golden over the crests of the snow topped mountains, kissing them with warm light while the walls and valleys below were still wreathed in darkness. The fog that settled into the crevices of the mountain slopes overnight left a thick wetness to the air, dimming the lights of the RV as it set off out of the other side of the caves. They’d been up two hours before sunrise reorganizing, miniaturizing, and otherwise packing. Now, everything they’d need immediately was packed inside the cabin. That had taken the majority of the time, pulling things in and out of crates, since it’d been so hastily packed during the escape two days before.

The time traveling teen sat pressed against one of the windows in the middle of the RV staring grumpily at the passing gray stone and sparse vegetation. There was a slow building pressure at the base of his skull he recognized from the times he pulled all-nighters. At least I ache less today… he thought while pressing his forehead against the coolness of the glass. Opposite him on the other side of the RV was the twins, poking around on some old fashion Gameboys. They’d pulled them out and began ignoring everyone else the second they’d all set off. His sister was closer to the front squinting at a map with Daniel, brainstorming…something. He was too tired to get wrapped up in that.

The other halfa had been in a brighter mood this morning, the symptoms from the concussion abating to a dull roar and lifting his spirits with the lightening headache. Sure, he’d still hissed something about killing him if Danny tried anything, but that was expected and not even vivid in detail this time. The youngest member of the group was reading something in the seat behind him, fully off in her own world. In fact, the only member he hadn’t seen or spoken to the last two days was Vlad. In ordinarily circumstances, that’d be the best news he could hope for. Now though, especially having overheard the list of injuries he was nursing from his not-quite-mom yesterday at breakfast, it was itching at him.

Back in his own timeline, the elder halfa seemed untouchable. It was unnerving to see him waylaid by something as small as a grenade. The ghost weapons back home aren’t so effective. He thanked his lucky stars, what was left of them after burning through a few on this trip, that they weren’t. His otherworldly twin had mentioned that they were specially designed to damage their ectoplasmic signature. It made his skin crawl.

The Guys in White hated “Invisi-bill”, but even they didn’t have specialized guns and bombs. What was up with this timeline? He mused while watching the stone grays of the barren upper slopes of the mountains give way to the softer browns of soil and warm greens of old growth forest and grasses. The path out of the cave system was part natural and part ecto-blast carved, leading first deeper into the range and then emptying out close to US-70. At least, that’s what he’d heard when they were packing, with a warning to find something to do for a good six to seven hours before they escaped the mountains. Personally, he was going to get comfortable in his seat, wedge himself against the wall, and sleep until someone poked him awake… He only got to rest his eyes for what felt like a few minutes before he was being poked. “What?”

“You hungry?”

“It’s been, like, five minutes. How could I be hungry?”

“Dude, you’ve been snoring and slobbering into the side of the RV for the last four hours.” Danny finally peaked an eye open, taking in the amused grin of one of the twins. He was still being poked though, he realized, not by the one in front of him.

“Cut it out.” He brushed the hand away, only for the twin in front of him to start up the poking. He blinked and sat up, batting the new hand away. “Come on, what part of ‘cut it out’ is confusing.”

“I’m not Nate.”

“Oh for…” This time he rubbed at his face, before opening his eyes again. A quick glance out the window confirmed they were still in the mountains, and he felt the urge to groan. He’d wanted to sleep this entire part of the road trip away, but that was not happening.

“So…food?”

“Still not hungry.”

“You should eat you know. Your core is probably tired from all the fighting you did, which is why you’re so sleepy.”

“No it’s not Jazz; I just hate being up before 10am if I can help it.” He looked towards the front of the RV, where he’d last seen her, in vain, before searching the middle of the RV for her.

“Behind you, and stop calling me that. I hate it.” She sat flipping through a magazine, open notebook next to her, pencil tapping against her lips. She scribbled something down, before looking back towards the other teen. “I don’t know where you got the idea for it, but it’s terrible.” She went back to the magazine for a moment, flipping a few pages, before putting a bookmark inside. “In any case, you haven’t been eating enough. Not that we’re hoping for another confrontation with the GSU, but you’d be useful in a fight if you were full power.”

“At the very least, you’d make a good meat shield.”

“Aw, come on bro, he’s not that bad is he?”

“You only think that because you didn’t see his form. It’s miserable. And the way he wastes energy? Eugh, I think you both have better energy control than he does.”

“Thanks for the critique. It’d been, like, a whole five minutes of consciousness without you insulting me. I was beginning to get concerned.” The other boy was still in the forward section of the RV, maps still spread out before him. “How interesting can maps even be? I sleep, you’re looking at a map. I wake up, you’re looking at a map.” He stretched his arms above his head, muscles still protesting, even some new ones from the cramped position he’d taken while asleep. Maybe Jazz has a point about food...He hadn’t been very hungry, which was unusual for him, but the thought of food made his insides churn like something was fighting inside him. He’d just have to force it, he guessed.

“These maps are different from the first ones. They have all the information on which personas we adopted where. I’m making sure the route we picked actually has all the documentation we need for those personas and cross referencing it to the latest list of updated ID requirements the government just released that the parental units got last week in town. Some of the documentation is bound to be outdated, and we don’t want it to be the ones we’re using for this trip. I know your brain is empty of most thoughts, but I actually use my mind for important things, and sometimes complicated problems take a few hours to solve. You should try it sometime. I think Elizabeth has a couple word searches you can try; it should keep you busy so you too can experience a few hours of thought.”

“Dear God, do you have any setting that’s not condescending prick?”

“Yes. Here’s a question though, Danny Fenton, why should I be nice to you?”

“Uh, because we have to be stuck in this,” at this he stopped and waved his hands around, “place together for weeks?”

“Oooo, survey says?” Jasmine made a buzzer noise, while the younger kids giggled.

“Well, I don’t know! I don’t imagine arguing with someone—”

“—arguing? Do you hear me trying to contradict some logical point your feeble mind cooked up?”

“You are purposefully trying to piss me off.”

“Yes. That much is obvious, remember the not being nice?” Danny took a deep breath then, staring out the window and counting to ten, before responding.

“How does being an asshole to me make this experience less terrible?”

“I find it entertaining.” Daniel paused to circle two places on the map, before tapping the pen against the table once more. “That’s a good enough reason for me.”

“Don’t you want to get along?”

“I’m not throwing you out of the moving vehicle am I?”

“That’s your version of ‘getting along’? How are your standards so borked?”

“You still haven’t come up with a reason for me to be nice to you.”

“Why should I need one?!”

“Because I’m usually not nice to dangerous incompetent fools who endanger my family, put my father on death’s door, get my home blown to bits, and decide to remorselessly curl up in our last remaining refuge whining that I remind him what a complete bumbling buffoon he is.”

“That’s not fair. I didn’t do that on purpose.”

“That contradicts nothing I’ve said about you being an incompetent fool. Do you need me to define ‘incompetent’ for you?” He heard the other boy take a deep breath, to start denying it again, and cut him off. “Doing all of that on accident is worse than doing it on purpose. If you were malicious, but smart, you could be predicted, even countered. Instead, you just fumble backwards into situations, making a disaster, confused about how it could have turned out that way.”

He turned in his seat to face the other teen, a scowl fixed on his face. “If you’re doing all of this on accident then you lack both the foresight and critical thinking skills to avoid a repeat, at worst, or just don’t have the experience to consider all the potential pitfalls that could get us killed at best. You’re a walking liability, and worse, one who isn’t even aware of what a burden he represents. That’s irritating. It would chafe even if you hadn’t just imploded our very precarious life and safety with your ignorance. Why should I be nice to a constant inadvertent crisis in the making?”

“It’s easier to work together, and for me to learn stuff, if I’m not getting insulted all the time?”

“Is that really true, or does it just make you feel bad?”

“Both! Everyone learns better when they aren’t being belittled.”

“Oh that’s a big word for you.”

“I walked right into that one…” Danny sighed before rubbing at his temples and glancing at his sister. “You don’t have anything to say to this?”

“I mostly agree with Daniel. I think you’re a time bomb sitting in the middle of the group while we’re all watching with growing horror as the timer counts down. I don’t think being mean to you will change how dangerous you are, but I get why he finds prodding at you amusing the same way poking a bomb designed to kill you is morbidly fascinating.”

“I don’t like being compared to a bomb.”

“Don’t care. Anyway, he’ll chill when he thinks he can trust you not to bring the government on top of us again.”

“How do I make that happen faster?”

“Be even a little curious.” At the look the other ghost powered teen was giving him, Daniel pinched the bridge of his nose. “You have been awake for half an hour, long enough to comment on me bent over maps the entire time, and not once did you consider asking what we were doing. You know you’re missing information, that this reality isn’t like your own, that the entire nation wants to kill us, and you’ve done nothing to help.” He took a deep breath and rolled his aching shoulders.

“No,” he held up a hand when the other boy seemed ready to speak, “I don’t mean helping pack yesterday, I meant nothing to help solve your lack of knowledge. You haven’t asked about what to expect at checkpoints, or how the shielding and scanners around every building in America works, or how to build a convincing persona, or even questions about the GSU’s tactics and weaknesses. It’s like your entire head is empty of all strategic thought, or you just figure someone else will worry about this for you. I’m choosing to believe you’re just so ignorant, you don’t know to ask, because the other option is malicious sloth, like Acedia sin level.” At that, he turned around to circle another thing on a map on the table, before rolling up the two directly in front of him.

“Ok, I can see how I look incurious, but it’s kinda hard to think with my head feeling like it’s full of cotton from lack of sleep.”

“You don’t think we’re tired too Ent dung? But we still have to work.”

“She’s reading a magazine.”

“It’s called research. You think she’s reading Sweet 6teen because she wants to know what everyone’s wearing to prom this season?”

“Maybe? That’s what my sister does at home.”

“Well, she’s not. Band names, pop star gossip, fashion trends, top 100 Billboard songs, everything the average teen knows down cold, we have to absorb artificially. It’s not like we can just go to our friends at high school and ask ‘hey Braden did you see the Kittycat Dames newest music video?’.”

“I don’t know a single person named Braden.”

“No? The name is popular. I’ve meet so many Bradens, and yeah they do look exactly as ‘white and plays lacrosse’ as you’re imagining.” Jasmine wrote a few more things down in her notebook, having focused back on the magazine the moment her younger brother started to monologue. “There’s plenty you can do to close that knowledge gap—”

“—more like a chasm—“

“—you’ve got about how to stay safe from the GSU.” She finished, plowing over her brother’s jab. “You probably even have info that’s useful to us.”

“Sure, I’m the only normal teen in this RV somehow. I can at least teach you to stop sounding like a Sci-fi convention had a baby with a grumpy thesaurus.”

“The malignancy might be inoperable in Daniel’s case though.” Nick laughed and high-fived his twin, earning an eye roll from their older brother.

“Yes that’s right, most eleven year olds can identify every species of of beetle, moth larva, or caterpillar in the lower forty-eight and talk about it randomly. You are both very normal.” He grinned when his brothers stuck out their tongues at him.

“You just don’t see the benefits of telling them apart. Many of them only eat specific plants, and their feeding grounds are poisonous, but easily mistaken for much more edible common plants that—”

“—Uh huh, yes, keep talking. It makes you sound less nerdy and sheltered.”

“Whatever. All we’re saying,—” Nate started while picking at some threads in the fabric of his chair.

“—is that even entomology knowledge is useful.” Nick finished while looking at Danny. “So, I’m sure Danny has something useful he knows, even if you’re both convinced he’s hopeless.”

“Point taken, Thing One. So, are you going to come exchange knowledge, or do you wanna take another nap?” Daniel watched the other boy squirm under his gaze, and waited for a reply.

“Fine, I should at least know where the first stop is once we get out of the mountains.” “Stop? Not until we’re three hours down US-70. We should be near the crossing to Utah by then. That’s about five hours away. Is that all you’re interested in?” He watched the other boy sigh and make his way towards the front of the RV with a listless shuffle.

“Might as well get info shoved into my brain until then.”

“It might take until the Rapture, but God as my witness, you will learn something.” He frowned when that didn’t provoke a reaction out of him. Shame. He’d have to try harder later.

In the last two hours, he’d gone over how the checkpoints at every crossing between states functioned. They’d updated the IDs, but the west was slow on uptake, so the old ones for Colorado and Utah would still work. He’d pointed out that each state had their own individual procedures. Turns out, their reality’s version of the National Heroes Act was 10x stricter, so Danny found every version over zealous. He’d mentioned it loudly, repeatedly. Luckily, we look similar enough to make use of my fake IDs, because even a wig, color contacts, and make up could only do so much. This was when he’d learned they also shared a birthday; the universe was horrible sometimes.

The Master siblings, save Daniel, couldn’t stop being amused. “Another set of twins! It’s funny.” The oldest Masters child prodded at him, the same smile fixed on her face she’d had for the last fifteen minutes. He failed to see the humor. Still, the other hybrid had paid attention long enough to get the procedure of how state crossings worked and what not to do. He was surprised he had the attention span for it.

It would be a while before they stopped for the crossing, and as a rule, they only did one of those a day if it could be helped. So the plan was to stop before the Nevada border for the night. That left another three hours until the crossing and another four after that until they stopped. More than enough to get the presents wrapped and the surprise party set up. Though, calling it a party is a bit of a stretch.

He eyed the twins behind him in the cabin with suspicion. They’d agreed to the idea, but the two of them were terrible at keeping secrets. True, their mother was distracted with driving, the crossing, and their father’s health, but the RV was only so big. He hoped they could keep it together. It wouldn’t do to spoil the fun after all this…everything they’d been through the last few days. He’d spent the last hour being louder explaining things to the other boy than strictly necessary to cover for Jasmine rummaging around getting supplies and wrapping her gift.

Right now, she was corralling Lizzie Bear into signing her name on a card and trying to shush the twins’ giggling. They’d give them all away at this rate. Danny had, through some miracle, figured out what they were up to without having to be spoon-fed. To his credit, he was being obnoxiously noisy. Tapping on the table, asking questions, kicking the siding on the RV. It was a cacophony of nonsense he couldn’t have gotten away with without suspicion. He was almost grateful. “And that’s what to do if we’re pulled over by the police. It’s also why we keep to the speed limit, even if it means more hours staring at nothing. More contact with the authorities is not worth the risk.”

“Dude, my dad speeds all the time, and I don’t think I’ve seen him get a single ticket.”

“If what our dad says about his driving is true, the speeding is the least of his road crimes. Mom, didn’t he once—”

“—Kids, I do not want to talk about that man.” She frowned back into the mirror they’d installed just to keep their rambunctious kids in view while driving. They had a habit of fiddling with and deconstructing weapons if they got too bored. Her frown deepened when she caught sight of four of them with their heads together in the back. “What are you,” she cut herself off when on alarm on her watch went off. “Could one of you go check on your father? We can’t pull over for a few more hours if we want to get over the Utah crossing.”

“I’ll do it!” Danny hopped up, working his way past the other kids into the back third of the RV.

“He’s not your dad…”

“If I look at maps any longer, they’ll be permanently burned into my eyeballs.” He reached up to pull down a ladder that lead to the upper section of the RV. The thing was more like a weird double-Decker bus and RV hybrid. He wasn’t sure how it moved so agilely when they’d escaped the valley, but he wasn’t going to complain about more space. It was cramped enough as it was. He climbed the last of the ladder steps and popped his head into the makeshift field hospital in the top of the vehicle. Well…he’s still breathing. So that’s something. He climbed the rest of the way into the space and walked over to the eldest hybrid. All the little blinking lights were green and nothing was flashing ominously at him, so he thought that was a good sign.

“What time is it?” Danny startled, backing away from the screen he’d just been looking at.

“Um, a little after noon?” Vlad sounded like death warmed over, but he was awake and that was a good thing. He hadn’t done more then wheeze and sleep the last day and a half. He couldn’t remember being down that long after a fight. Seriously, what was in that grenade? For a couple seconds, the other halfa just started at him, before throwing an arm over his eyes and sighing.

“Do you know? I was really hoping that’d been a nightmare.”

“Yeah, ‘hi’ to you too.” He’d been on his best behavior for hours, and everyone being annoyed he existed or was within a few hundred yards of them was starting to wear on his nerves. “So we’re on the way to the Colorado border, and there’s something about the crossing—”

“—I know how those work…” He trailed off while he worked himself into an upright position, a hiss of pain making it past his grit teeth. “How long until we reach the crossing?”

“Like three hours? Are you going to be up—”

“—Rest assured, there’s no choice but to be up for it.” He grimaced, scrubbing his hands carefully through his shoulder length hair, tugging at a few knots. “I should start getting presentable.”

“You still look like you have a fever?” He hummed noncommittally at that, before swinging his legs over the edge of the cot.

“I only have to pretend for an hour or so; I can manage that. The crossings in the west are poorly manned and lazy, so we shouldn’t be given much hassle.”

“What’s with all the security anyway? The scanners on the buildings, I get that. But why harass every car traveling in the US like this?” Danny took a couple quick steps to help balance the other halfa when he saw him wobbling his way to his feet.

“We can’t stay in one place for long. We can’t travel by plane, and rail or bus commute wouldn’t be feasible. How else would we be moving around so much? If we can figure out the best way to travel, they can try to stop us.” That made a certain amount of sense, if they did have to keep moving.

“Why travel at all then? Wouldn’t be easier to just...pick some place and blend in?”

“Theoretically...do you have the knowledge and money is needed to fake a Social Security number, family and friend connections, previous work history, previous school transcripts, doctor’s records, ect?” He smiled at the confused look on the teen’s face. “It takes a lot to build ‘someone’ out of thin air, and since they are looking for people who ‘appear suddenly’ we’d have to take pains to make any fake versions of ourselves look deep and real. Faking enough to pass a state border? Doable. Faking it well enough to settle somewhere? Much much harder.” He frowned down at the readouts coming out of the nearest machine. “Maddie’s being over cautious, it shouldn’t take all this…”

“She said you had blood poisoning or something.” He watched as he poked at another machine before saying, “today’s her birthday by the way.”

“Oh yes…Oh, darn it.” He’d forgotten in the chaos. It was understandable, but his gift was probably someone back in the valley in a puddle of mud. “Do you think she’d take ‘I didn’t die!’ as a gift this year?”

“Well, maybe, but we’ve got a better idea.”

“We?” Now he was curious.

“Yeah, we got most of the party supplies yesterday and the presents too. Uh, not sure about yours, but if you help distract her we’ll be able to surprise her with party when we stop for the night.” He rubbed the aching muscles in the back of his neck, stooping over those maps hadn’t helped his body aches any. He decided to grab lunch after he was done with Vlad, surprised he’d forgotten.

“I can manage a distraction.” He leaned over and pulled new clothes out of a bag. “Oh, she already found the supplies for the crossing.” He sighed, clutching them closer to his chest. “How did I get such a thoughtful, wonderful, beautiful angel to marry me?”

“I think the drugs are making you loopy.” The younger halfa scrunched up his face at Vlad’s mooning, and headed back for the ladder. “If you need me, I’ll be downstairs, while your kids condescendingly explain how lying works, or whatever else they think I’m too stupid to understand.”

“You haven’t made the best impression on them Danny, but I’m sure it’ll work itself out in a few days.” Vlad dismissed while looking through another bag for a pair of shoes.

“Yeah right…” the younger halfa doubted the problem could be solved with a few days of singing Kumbaya and holding hands in the RV. He jumped off the last two rungs of the ladder and stalked back to the middle of the cabin. “He’s awake, full sentences and everything.” He watched the other kids brighten up at his announcement.

“Thank goodness. If he slept any longer, it mean he’d need an energy transfusion, and I’m still bone dry.” Daniel rolled his shoulders as he walked back to the middle of the cabin.

“Seriously? I’ve never been out of energy that long, even after a big fight.”

“I doubt you really scrapped the inside of the barrel and then some like I did.” When the other teen glared at him, he shrugged. “The inside of my bones ache from how much energy I used, you ever have that problem?”

“Well no, but…”

“What? We’re waiting?” the other teen sighed, scuffing his foot on the floor.

“Whatever. Not fighting about this. Anyway, your dad is down with operation May Day. God that name is dumb.”

“So, back to running interference.” He ignored the other boy’s complaint. “Mother, father is awake.” Daniel yelled back towards the front. He heard her ask about the readouts from the scanners upstairs, when he saw his father come down the ladder in the back. “You could ask him yourself; he’s downstairs.”

“Honey, you should be in bed for another hour or two.”

“I’m fine. You’re fretting over nothing—”

“—You had ectoranium poisoning.”

“It was mild. You saw the blood tests yourself.” He dodged past the kids standing in the middle of the cabin, stepping over the very obvious half-wrapped presents on the floor. “I’ll need about a week to fully recover, but I can at least be up now.”

“I know you feel fine, or are at least fine enough to lie about it, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be resting right now.” She flicked her eyes towards the mirror and then blinked when she noticed him to her right instead. “Vlad,” she frowned, flicking her gaze between the road and her injured husband settling into the seat next to her.

“I won’t do anything energy intensive today, just get me caught up. What did you decide for a travel route?” When she looked away from him and back to the road, he sent a thumbs up behind him. Hopefully, he could keep her engaged long enough for those gifts strewn all over the floor to be wrapped and hidden someplace in the next couple hours.

The next few hours passed swiftly. A half dozen gifts appearing and then disappearing out of compartments Danny hadn’t known existed, the party decorations were shoved into one of their fancy miniaturization crates, and they’d signed cards. There had been a near miss, but true to his word Vlad was excellent at being distracting. It helps she’s so worried about him. He felt more queasy about that, watching her dote on him was disorientating.

They were pulling off the interstate now, to get everyone dressed up for the crossing and go over last contingency plans. Running the crossing was out of the question with all the main fighters down for the count, so they triple checked IDs, wigs, and makeup instead. He chafed under the makeup, fake freckles, scars, and all. It was worse than being caked in it for the school play in elementary school.

The cabin was reorganized so everything suspicious was in the upper compartment, the opening to which hide away so well he was still surprised it opened at all. They did full inspections of the inside of every car, along with questioning every passenger over the age of four. Excessive? Yeah he thought so, but the federal government had decided privacy was a luxury in the wake of Amity.

Re-dressed, there was about an hour of travel to the crossing now, or there would be, if there wasn’t a line and a slowdown a couple miles out from the actual crossing. So they’d be sitting in traffic, anxiety building, for a good hour before they got to the front themselves.

“You think this is bad? You should the border crossings on the other side of the Mississippi.” The other boy smirked at him, a blonde wig to match Jasmine’s on his head. His own was a dirty blonde, weird dyed tips on the ends like some Bsychonized band member. Ugh, why pop boy band fan? Why couldn’t I get something rock?

“Isn’t this against some law or the Constitution or something?”

“What illegal search and seizures? Yeah the Supreme Court decided that America could bend the fourth amendment if it meant catching us. The only one they don’t compromise on is how many guns everyone can own. Just think! What if an evil, dangerous ghost hybrid showed up in front of you?”

“Yeah, you definitely need to defend yourself with your totally normal bullets.” Nick shifted in his seat next to his brother, itching at cuff the jacket he was wearing.

“Intangibility? What’s that?” Nate quipped back, himself tugging at the cuffs to a similar looking coat.

“Stop that.”

“We hate this fabric.”

“I know, just put up with it for a bit.” Jasmine admonished, leaning closer to a compact as she adjusted her eye makeup so it looked done, but not fresh, like they’d be traveling all day.

“We’re not at the crossing yet.”

“We’ve gotta get new clothes for these weird characters next time.”

“Chill gremlins, they’re going to be retired completely after this.” Daniel resisted the urge to tug at the tag inside of his shirt. He hated these clothes as much as they did. “Look, Elizabeth’s sitting quietly playing Disney Princess. Why don’t you try to get into character. In fact, why don’t you go practice with Danny? He could use the help, and if you do it in the back they’ll be plenty of room too.” He watched his younger sibling’s faces light up when they caught his hint and they started trying to tug a reluctant looking Fenton along. Please, Emperor’s sake, just cooperate. He was going to try another hint, when he saw the other boy wink and ooze his way out of his seat.

“I get it. ‘Go be somewhere I don’t have to look at you for a while’. Well you know what? I’m sick of your shit too dude. I hope you fix your attitude before you have to pretend to like me to the police.” He didn’t even have to act. He hoped whatever was back there was good and distracting until they had to make nice at the crossing. Not that I think he’s really capable of it…

“Ok, so what’s the emergency?” The twins exchange a look before scrambling to the very back of the cabin, carefully pulling out a metal crate from where it was wedged behind a seat.

“So, this is the party supplies,” one of them whispered while scooting it closer to Danny.

“Uh, why isn’t that, you know, upstairs with everything else?” He could feel sweat prickling up his spine at the size of the thing and its contents. They were gonna make him lift this weren’t they?

“Mom inspected everything before we closed upstairs off; she would have noticed this.”

“Ok?”

“Well, how are we gonna hide a surprise party,—” Nate started, tone exasperated.

“—If all the supplies come tumbling out in front of her?” Nick finished, just as annoyed.

“I don’t know! But this can’t stay down here. How are you gonna explain it to the border agents?”

“Oh we’d give up the game way before it got to that, but it doesn’t have to come to spoiling the surprise.”

“Yeah, all you gotta do is sneak this upstairs.” They both smiled at him expectantly.

“Uh, how do you expect me to do that? The entrance is sealed and opening the ladder is super obvious?”

“That’s the best part!” Nick then wandered to the complete end of the cabin and pointed above him. “There’s an emergency hatch right here. So, you can just—”

“—Doesn’t that trigger an alarm?” The youngest Master finally spoke up, having gotten finished setting up a few props to fake practice.

“Yeah, but that’s why they’re distracting mom. Look, they are already being annoying.” Danny did look then, peering over the other kids’ heads to the very front of the RV where the oldest two siblings were engaged in…some conversation with their mom. He supposed that’d have to do.

“Ok so we pop the hatch, I climb up—“

“—Uhhhhh, I didn’t say there’d be a ladder.”

“What.”

“If there was one, we’d be able to do it ourselves.”

“Yeah, it’s not that heavy.” Nate quipped, leaning around the older boy to watch his sister place very useful looking blankets to block the view, loudly announcing they needed a curtain for the ‘theater”. Liz was the best sometimes.

“You gotta climb up into the hatch, and then we can hand the box to you.”

“Cool. So is there anything else I should know? Like, it’s actually a tiny maintenance area and I’ll have to pretzel myself to navigate it. Or wait, is it full of dust and oil or something gross?”

“Nope.” Nick walked over to help his sister pin the last of the blankets in place. It would do for a few minutes before their parents complained about not being able to see what they were doing. To be fair, that was because the last time they were out of sight, him and Nate had made a bomb. It had been a little bomb though, so he thought his parents were overreacting.

“We just have to wait for one of them to, oh, yeah there’s the signal.” Nick motioned back behind him, heading popping back to the other side of their blanket shield. “If we hurry, they won’t even be suspicious.”

“They’ll be suspicious even if we hurry, but they’ll be less suspicious.” Nate said, poking at a panel and flipping a switch inside. The hatch above him slide away, revealing the darkened upstairs of the RV. “Ok, so just climb up and we can pass you the crate.”

“You might want to hurry though. They can only misdirect our parents from that flashing red light for so long.”

Danny looked up at the at the black space above him, before jumping and clinging to the sides of the open hole. He started to pull himself up, before he felt his arms starting to buckle. Oh right, I was supposed to get lunch…Between the gift wrapping, gift hiding, and the stop to change, he’d forgotten and now his muscles were reminding him of that fact. A few seconds of struggling ended with him slipping and ending up on his ass.

“What was that?” Maddie leaned around her oldest children to look at the blanket covered back third of the RV. She’d switched places to let her husband drive when they’d stopped. Experience told them sexist border agents asked less questions when the man was driving.

“Uh,” the twins started together, “nothing! Everything is fine!”

“Very not suspicious you two.” He whispered frantically looking between the crate still on the floor and the yawning black hole above him he was somehow supposed to get it through.

“Silly, you know you can’t fly like Peter Pan, this isn’t real fairy dust!” She giggled loudly to sell the point, and looked down at the teen on the ground. “Hurry up, I don’t think that will work a second time.”

“Right.” Danny said looking up into the blackness above him. “Why don’t I just toss the box through the hole? It’s sealed right?”

“Oh yeah, that’ll make no noise at all. Totally not shady, the loud thumping crash.”

“I get it.” He took a deep breath and jumped back at the opening, ignoring the way his arms protested. He promised himself a sandwich, chips, and soda as soon as this was over, kicking his legs a little as he hauled himself the rest of the way up. “Alright, lift it up.” He crouched near the opening, reaching his hands down towards the other boys. In a moment, the box was in arms reach, and he levered it through the opening and upstairs with him.

Darkness greeted his vision, and he realized with a start he couldn’t see anything. He’d put on a suppressant bracelet before they’d exited the caves this morning. He knew it would suppress his core, but he hadn’t remembered what it was like to have human night vision. It was….upsetting, unnatural. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something inside him was wrong or broken. Ignoring it as best as he could, he maneuvered through the dark cautiously, stubbing his toe on something hard, suppressing a hiss. Finally, the box was set somewhere away from the hatch, wedged against the wall, and he worked his way back towards the hole.

“Coming down.” He announced before he dropped back through the hatch, thudding-loud landing ringing through the cabin.

“I’m going to come back there if you all don’t take down those blankets right now. You had better not be—”

“—No mom!” The twins exclaimed, Nate punching in the code to close the hatch while everyone else made a run for the blankets they’d pinned up. “We promise, we’re being good.”

“You said the same thing right before you tossed that bomb out the window when you lit it on accident.”

“It was only a little—” “—It blew a 10ft hole in the road Nathaniel.” He blinked when he remembered how big the resulting explosion had been. Ok, so maybe the bomb had been moderate sized instead of small.

“We’re being good, scouts’ honor.”

“Your word is worse than theirs, for reasons I’m sure you understand.” Maddie said with a sigh.

“Dozens of them in the last three or four days even.” Daniel commented. “Hey,” Danny started, walking back to the middle of the RV, “I’ve only been around you like two days.”

“Yes? And I’m sure you were a menace to whoever else you were around before you got to us.” He watched the other teen scowl, before pointedly flopping into a seat and gazing out of a window. The effect was somewhat ruined by the bad haircut on the wig he was wearing. It looked realistic, just ugly, and he was happy he didn’t need to wear it all over again. He glanced out of his own window as he felt the vehicle slow down, traffic picking up as the they neared the crossing. Hopefully, this will be painless…

It was. The agents manning the crossing between Utah and Colorado were underpaid, overworked, and nowhere as fanatical the ones in the South and Midwest. The politicians in this part of the country hated “government excess”, so the lean budgets lead to undermanned crossings.

Now, they were few hours into Utah, the border into Nevada closing in with the setting sun. They’d pull off soon, and then it was just a few minutes of distraction to set up the party. They weren’t stopping in a town for the night, too risky, but after passing the sign for Eskdale, his mother had finally started to relax. She was in the front of the RV alone. His father had been worse than he’d let on, giving up being conscious a little after getting into the state. How he’d managed with the ache of recently healed broken bones and torn core muscles for that long was a mystery.

He eyed his older sister working her way through a Psychology Today magazine, looking worn and eyes red rimmed. She’d been up sixteen hours, but was still trying to power through until the party. He wasn’t much better. The only teen with any pep was their carefully managed disaster, having napped through most of the trek out of the mountains in Colorado. He must have noticed his staring, because now he was glaring in his direction. “I’m not gonna reach into my secret communicator and sell you out the moment you take your eyes off me.”

“Oh that’s not what I’m watching you for.” Let him fill in the blanks. It’ll be fun to watch his meager brain spin in place for a half an hour in paranoia before giving up. Instead, he just shrugged his shoulders and went back to looking out the window. He had to resist the urge to huff, that would have gotten him paranoid, he thought it was a good ploy.

Finally, the RV pulled off the highway, driving off-road away from the stretch of US-70 they’d been on and into the desert. Danny ignored the small bumps, surprised the suspension smoothed out things that well. Before he’d had too much longer to think about it, the vehicle rolled to a stop, settling into the sandy soil in the darkness of the desert night. He heard his not-quite-mother sigh from the driver’s seat, turning the key to shut off the engine.

“We’re done for the day. The plan is to be up early so we can do the crossing around 7am.” He had to grit his teeth to stop the groan threatening to escape. Why were all the travel plans so early? “So, I expect you up around 5am so we can grab breakfast, pack up, and get back on the road. Tomorrow will be easier. We should be done driving before noon; so we’ll rest most of tomorrow afternoon and go over the plans for setting up Camp in The Meadow. We’ll be there soon, so bear with it.” She stood, shaking out the tingles in her legs from sitting for so long. One of these days, I’m going to go numb from the hips down from all this driving. She thought opening the door to the RV. “Go stretch your legs for a bit, we have some time to set up for a late dinner and bed.” She turned to go check on her husband, when she heard him stir from deeper in the RV.

“Come on hun, let’s take a walk.”

“Oh no, you are not walking anywhere. You just fractured one of your legs in two places.”

“It’s already healed, and all this laying down isn’t making it feel better. Just a quick one.”

“Vlad—” “—The stars are pretty this far out in the desert Maddie.” He walked up to her in the front of the RV, managing a pout he thought was pretty cute. He watched give in a deep sigh on her lips.

“Just a few minutes, fifteen, I don’t care how nice the stars are, you need to rest you stubborn man.” She stomped down the steps out of the RV, legs still a little asleep.

“I was good earlier wasn’t I?” He carefully made his way down the stairs after her.

“Oh my god, that’s not enough time! We need to hurry.” Jasmine jumped up, heading towards the back third of the RV for the ladder. She turned to find Danny to her left, a confused look on his face.

“There’s six of us, it can’t take that long.”

“She said fifteen minutes, but that means more like five.” She said taking the ladder rungs two at a time. She grabbed the party supplies from their hiding place in the back and tossed it down at the other teen without looking. “Did you get everything in one crate?”

“Yes, but where did you put Elizabeth’s present, it’s not with the others?” Daniel called out from the midsection, wrapped presents in one arm, and rearranging furniture with the other.

“Third compartment on the left, under the booth seats.” She tossed back, already opening the top of the crate and grabbing supplies from inside. “Gremlins, you need to hang up these lights.” She tossed a tangle of Christmas lights at the two of them, trusting their nimble fingers to undo the knots. “Lizzie, go arrange the presents on the table so it looks cute. You,” she said, looking up at Danny, “dropped this on the ground. There’s way more important things to do than just holding this.” She watched him drop the crate, and tossed a ‘Happy Birthday’ banner at him when his hands were free.

“Where?”

“Across divider between the middle and the sleeping area.”

“The party food?” She threw, a little more forcefully than needed, a couple liters of off-brand soda and bags of chips at her oldest brother. She reached in to grab table settings and rushed to go arrange them on the one that’d been pushed into the middle of the section. She looked up taking in their quick handiwork. Only thing left now is the music player, which can wait, and rest of the streamers. She ran back to grab them tossing them at the other teens so they could be hung higher.

“I think the banner is uneven?”

“It’s fun Elizabeth; it’s artful and on purpose.”

“I don’t think that’s true.”

“Well, we’ll fix it if we have time.” She backed away to the front of the RV, trying to take in how it looked when first entered, the way her mother would see it in just a few minutes. “Ok, it is uneven. Daniel and other Daniel, get over there and even it out.”

“No. Absolutely not. That’s not going to be a thing.”

“Fix the banner you big baby.” She scoffed before watching them try to even up the drape of the banner, uncoordinated, fatigue clearly throwing off their efforts.

“There, it’s perfect.”

“That’s how it looked to begin with!”

“No it didn’t. It was two inches lower on the right side.” Elizabeth helpfully supplied, scooting the table settings this way and that until everything was even. She nodded to herself after things were to her liking, hopping down to survey the rest of the decorations. “Everything else is good too.”

“Good, because I think my arms are gonna—”

“—group huddle everyone. Time to turn off the overhead lights and get ready. We can’t pop out of anywhere, but we’ll say ‘surprise’ anyway? Yes do that.” She muttered the last sentence to herself, rushing back to the middle section, flicking out the power and pulling the curtains as she went. They’d all just gotten settled when she heard her parents’ voices growing nearer.

“I know more sandwiches aren’t great for dinner, but I can’t imagine the kids would like MREs more than PB&J at this…why are the lights off?”

“Surprise!” Everyone yelled when they saw her. No party poppers, but the group yelled loud enough to make up for it.

“Oh my God, what is—is it really—my birthday is today?” She stuttered taking in everything from the skewed fairy lights to the green vinyl tablecloth with gifts on top.

“We knew you might forget, but we had dad distract you just in case.” Jasmine picked up a present and crossed the space to her mother, wiggling it in front of her. “You’ve got to open one of these; we’ve been trying to keep quiet about this all day. Do you know how hard it was keeping something like this secret on the drive?”

“You were in on this?” She turned to smile at her husband before looking at the little ghost print wrapping on her present.

“Only enough to run interference my dear. I didn’t know they had something this grand planned.”

“Come on, there’s one from everyone.” Jasmine said, before dragging her mother closer. Danny watched as the she slid into a seat in front of the table with her gifts. His eyes roamed over the food—chips, soda, and even cupcakes—and presents feeling happy his suggestion had come to fruition. He was content, until he realized he was the only one who didn’t have a present on the table. It struck him all at once how out of place he was again, and the queasiness he’d been fighting all day was back.

That’s right. Presents from everyone whose supposed to be here. He thought skirting around the outside of the group, angling for the door. He slipped out into the quickly chilling desert night. He forgot how much the cold bothered him before his powers, and the absurdity of the situation all boiled over in his mind. He heard his not-quite-mother laugh, questioning what ‘this was supposed to be’, and he decided to take a walk. The stars were nice in the desert right?

That thought had driven him a few hundred yards away. Not far enough that he couldn’t find his way back, but enough so that he didn’t have to hear the revelry and 80’s music pouring out of the speakers in the RV. His mood had soured the further he’d walked from the group, until he’d found a rock to sit on. He glanced up. Vlad was right; the stars were magnificent this far out. The desert skies were free of light pollution, and there was not a cloud to be found now that the sun had set. Above him thousands of twinkling stars spilled across the inky firmament like diamondsembedded over the darkest volcanic rock he’d ever see. He could name a dozen constellations, see the Milky Way, even pick out fainter, redder stars that appeared as his eyes adjusted. He lamented not having his enhanced night vision, the sky would look breathtaking then, he was sure.

Still, the peace and stillness helped settle his stomach, even as it wearied his limbs. Maybe I can sleep out under the stars and head back to the torture chamber in the morning? No sooner had he thought it, than he dismissed it. They’d be looking for him soon. As if the universe could read his thoughts, he heard someone trudging up behind him through the sand. “The party get boring already? Didn’t think it’d need me for entertainment.”

“I’d wondered where you’d gone.”

“Daniel miss his punching bag that much?” “Has my son really been that persnickety all day?”

“If you mean ‘a royal pain in my ass’ then yeah Vlad, all day. Even when I stopped giving into his bait. So is he bored or—”

“—No. We were just worried.”

“You were just concerned I was going to signal the GSU again somehow.” He scuffed his shoe against the rock he was sitting on and leaned his head farther back, taking in the expanse of the sky.

“No. I’m going to have to have a talk to him.” The eldest halfa plopped next to him on the stone. “I was concerned because you disappeared twenty minutes ago, and we were going to break into the cupcakes, but you were nowhere to be found. That seemed odd. Then, Elizabeth mentioned she saw you sneak off right after the party began.”

“Yup.” He looked into the horizon, he could make out the silhouette of rock plateaus in the distance against the stars.

“Do you want to talk—”

“—How did you marry my mom anyway?” He’d been dying to ask for a day, but he didn’t want to hear whatever version came out of anyone else’s mouth.

“Is that really what you want to talk about right now?”

“Yes.” He deadpanned, eyes still fixed on the horizon.

“Well, alright.” He agreed after a moment of staring. “After you left, I took your advice. I forgave Jack, at least internally. I tried my hardest to smother the grudge I had. Things…got worse between him and your mother after he came back from that small fight you saw about money.”

“That was a small fight?”

“Compared to the rest of them? Yes.” He sighed, rubbing at the ache in his left leg where the new bone had grown back in the last day.”

“Your knees bugging you old man?”

“Har har, just the last of the twinges from that fracture healing.” He saw the other half-ghost wince, quickly looking away from his general direction and back towards the sky. “I’ll be fine Danny.”

“Where’s the rest of the story?”

“Hm, well as you can guess, they divorced soon after. Especially after he, uh, you know I’ll skip that bit. The important part is, I didn’t antagonize him, and since I wasn’t busy being frustrated with him, it was easy for me to just be supportive. They didn’t get divorced immediately you know, and I know I would have taken out how long the separation was taking on her if I hadn’t let the Jack stuff go. We got together soon after the divorce papers were signed.”

“I guess haunting the place like the ghost you are finally paid off for you.”

“I’m going ignore your sniping, little badger, you’re clearly upset at someone else.”

“Uh no. I’m annoyed at you too.”

“What did I do?”

“You weren’t supposed to marry her dude. You were just supposed to stop trying to kill my dad all the time and, I don’t know, be normal?”

“Well, how was I supposed to know that? You told me you’d never exist if I didn’t forgive Jack, and then I did and Maddie and him divorced and we got together and,” he sighed brushing his hair out of his face from where the wind had mussed it. “As far as I knew, you were my son; it made the most sense. Why else ask for me instead of Jack and Maddie?”

“I was just trying to get into their house! I didn’t know what else to say. Just, now everything is fucked. How did I make this worse? Forgiveness is supposed to be good for you!” He threw up his hands before scrunching up into a ball. Why was time stuff so difficult?

“Well, it was good for me.” The older halfa commented before turning to look at the younger hybrid, “are things really that much worse?” He waited in the cold and dark for the answer, a gloomy pall hanging over the air between them.

“Do you hate me?” It wasn’t an answer, he hadn’t even meant to say it, but now that it was out, he realized it was the only thing he wanted to know.

“Hate you? No, I don’t-I don’t think anyone here hates you.”

“That’s not what it feels like.”

“He can’t have been that caustic.”

“It’s not just him. Jazz hates me, Daniel obviously does, the twins, I think my mom even does. Just maybe not Elizabeth, but she’s like five so she probably doesn’t hate anything but broccoli or something.

“I’m not even sure I hate Jack, and he’s done a lot worse than you.” He paused and leaned over to wrap his arm around the teen’s shoulders. “Everyone is wound up, scared, tired, and hurt. But no one here hates you, especially not me.” He leaned closer when he felt the other male’s shoulder shake with quiet sobs. “I owe you everything. My family is my whole world Danny; I’d do anything for them.” He hugged him tighter for a moment before continuing. “That’s why I forgave Jack for you.”

“You thought I was your kid.”

“I thought that after the fallout happened. Before…” He trailed off to ruffle his hair. “I’d always wanted a little brother.” He looked up at the sky, taking in the expanse of the stars. “Even if they hate you, I promise I do not and I never will. No matter what, you’re stuck with me kid.” The other halfa didn’t respond, just sniffed a few more times before leaning back to watch the skies with him again. This far out, you could even see meteors falling. He wished on the next one the rest of the trip went well.

...then you should have checked the guest list.

#Bittersweet Future #BSF #fanfic #Balshumet's Baragouin #Danny Phantom #Danny Phantom Fanfiction #Phandom #DP #DP Fanfic #Balshumet's Fanfiction #Chapter Sixteen

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theawkwardsimmer · 4 months ago

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Daniel Casey has just moved into the neighborhood. All he can afford is the trailer park. He's stuck living alongside a white trash family...

He feels sick just looking at them...

One of them, Beth, was a little more reserved than the rest. She seemed like a perfect target. "Hi, Beth!," Daniel beamed.

"Aw, don't ignore me Beth..."

"Let's shake hands!," he laughed, tricking her with a hand buzzer.

"So you see this, you fool? This is the probability that you will live if you ever touch me again. I suggest that you take your antics elsewhere."

Daniel decided to try buzzing Beth's dad next...

"You call that a powerful buzz? Ever pissed on a 'lectric fence before? Now THAT is a buzz!"

"What?!"

"How the llama are you people so LAME?"

"Hey, is your entire family stupid, or...?"

"Well I don't know. I got a good grade in cosmetology and God gave me big boobs, so I think I'm smart enough."

"You don't say?!"

Just then, they heard people at the door. It must be the welcome wagon!

Oh no, it's THEM...

"It's a whole crew!," Daniel greeted them. "Come right on in!"

"Who is THAT hot guy?," Henry thought worriedly.

"How about a grilled cheese for everyone?," Daniel asked.

"Oh you are a gem!," Lily enthused. "A grilled cheese that I don't have to make? That sounds like HEAVEN!"

"Um...you're standing in front of the fridge."

Daniel cooks a grilled cheese for everyone. He wants them all to like him, that way it hurts more when he lets them down later.

"Hey they ain't no vegan cheese in this, is there?," Andy asked suspiciously as his daughter looked on empty eyed.

"I have seven kids! Seven! Jarvis here has one kid, but like three partners..."

"Eww," Daniel said. "That dude's only partner is the crabs in his pubes."

"Excuse me?," Jarvis retorted. "I'll have you know I'm the king of trailer town."

"He's gotta be kidding," Beth's sister said.

Daniel tried to pull a fast one on Jarvis to prove he was the better man, but Jarvis caught him, much to Daniel's surprise.

"Just stop," Jarvis said. "We ain't gotta be enemies."

"I guess I was too slow. Off. my game a bit."

"But that doesn't matter. I'm better than you. Just look at your TEETH! I'm not threatened by you, and I'll prove it, bruh."

What are Daniel's intentions? Is he better or worse than Jarvis as a person? We'll see...

#sims #sims 4 #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 simblr #sims 4 story #cassidy greenbriar #no cc #cassidygreenbriar #no cc sims

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yakumtsaki · 2 years ago

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Welcome to Generation 4, and no spoilers but what the fuck. For reasons that will become obvious, I have to start this generation with a culminative update on everyone post-college. We begin, as all bad things do, in the main house. Sophito and Eliza have been invited over so we can ask their dumb asses to move in (since we’re over the household limit, fml) but we’ve ran into the problem of them refusing to get out of the hot tub.

-So babe, after we bang in the hot tub do you wanna knock my new teeth implants out? -You know it! -SOPHITO GET OUT ALREADY SO I CAN ASK YOU TO MOVE IN -In a minute, mom, gawd!

-Do you think your mom will like me, Soph? -I can’t see how she wouldn’t after watching us have sex in her hot tub!

-Great job knocking my son’s teeth out, Eliza! -Thank you, Mrs. Miguel! -Please, call me Mom!

LOL ya I had a feeling you two violent lunatics would hit it off.

In case you were wondering, Shajar remains THE WORST. Cyneswith is more excited to see Sophito again than his own mother is.

-Welcome home, son! You made your mama proud with all that hoeing, huhu!🌸

-CYN, ARE YOU AWARE THAT SOMEONE IS MAKING OUT IN OUR HOUSE THAT ISN’T YOU AND iVAN?!? IS THAT EVEN LEGAL???

Ah, it’s like we never left!

Jojo is unironically 106yo so it’s wedding time, no time to draw this out at all.

-This wedding looks like garbage >:(

Excuse me?? I even got you those Celebration balloon chairs, I normally get the cheap garden ones and call it a day. If I even bother getting chairs at all, that is!

-I don’t care!!! I want my dream wedding!!!

Ya, best we can do around here is your dream divorce.

-Oh Sophito, standing here with you, in front of our families who don’t give a fuck and June in a wedding dress, brings up so many emotions.. Mainly the urge to scream hysterically.. -It’s gonna be ok babe, just stay calm. Focus on me and the fact I managed to not pop the collar on my wedding suit!

Awww, congrats guys!

-What the fuck is your mother wearing?

LOL sorry I forgot to change her formalwear!

-It’s still better than June’s.

I SAID I’M SORRY

Despite some small sartorial problems, this is actually one of the better weddings we’ve ever thrown? There’s smustling..

..brotherly reunions..

..more brotherly reunions..

..and a zombie vs robot deathmatch! I don’t know what more Liz wanted, tbh.

A great wedding, if I say so myself!

-It was not.

Whatever! Time to move on!

Daniel reunites with his bebes and meets their intendeds, who have moved in next door!

-Blue Meatballs, what a throwback! Going from my brother to my daughter.. Wow, I REALLY don’t know how I feel about that.

Let me help, you feel happy!

-Do I though?

Yes, because June is happy, God help us.

-Ok then!

June’s little sisters idolizing her is SO CUTE I CANNOT..

..it also makes perfect sense as Cleo and Cecilia are the biggest fucking nerds I’ve ever played, I think I’m legit gonna go in a Curious Bros direction with them.

We leave Daniel in perpetual happiness with Tara and his human and cat bebes-

-and move to Asshole Manor! Ok you two, take a break.

-What? But that’s only the 8th time we’ve banged today!

IT CAN WAIT.

-It really can’t, we’re 90yo!

Ya exactly, so the time has come..

..to reconnect, and in Gunther’s case, MEET your kids. Reginald stop thinking about crypto FOR 1 SECOND GOOD LORD

It quickly becomes apparent that we’re dealing with a level of estrangement that a few visits aren’t gonna fix, so it’s time for Gun and Mel to take their kids on a vacation! Isn’t this exciting, kids?

-Fuck our lives💜 -I’m a woman of science but I kept praying for our plane to crash. -It’s only 3 days, guys, how bad can it be? -Our rooms have no computers, Reginald. -That’s not a thing, then people wouldn’t be able give financial advice on the internet! -Ya, they are not. -YOU’RE LYING. GET AWAY FROM ME

-Listen son, this isn’t easy for me to say.. -It’s ok, dad, I think I know what you’re thinking. -Then would you please get out so I can bang Melody in this sauna?

-Let’s go, kiddos, this is gonna be fun! -Uh, mom, where’s the pilot?💜 -I’m the pilot! -Since when?? -Since this very morning when I took a class! I’ve topped 7 careers, how hard can this be?

-I am relaxed.. I do not need to give financial advice on the internet..

-I am centered.. I do not need to give financial advice on the internet..

-I am floating.. I do not need to give financial advice on the internet.. -Hey kid, any suggestions on what to order around here? -You mean.. ADVICE on how to ALLOCATE your meal BUDGET?!?

How’s it going, JuJu?

-Having a lot of fun eating soup with chopsticks💜 -Can we go home already? I’m losing career momentum, at this rate I won’t be Chief of Staff by age 23!

Fine, fine, we’ve made some valuable bonding progress already:

-Aaaaah, isn’t this great? -It sure is, mom!💜 -How many ‘get promoted’ wants do I need to roll before you take a hint? -You know, June, you get your workaholism from me! -Oh ok then, that definitely makes up for being a teen girl growing up without a mother!

OOF, ok this will take some time, let’s check out.

We return home and June straight tops the medical career-

-AT THIS AGE. I CANNOT. You know what will make this day even better??

HUHU💙🧆

We’re officially Blueballed! Man, that doesn’t sound right. Look at Melody in her matching teal dress, supportive queen!

-It seems like yesterday I was trying to break Lakshmi and Gunther up, and now here she is, marrying my daughter!

Ok, legit let’s not think too hard about this because it’s very upsetting. Julian and Stacy I’ve decided I will not marry since they don’t want to and they’re married in their 💜s anyway. Next household..

..and I’m gonna let this picture speak for itself. I found out something genuinely shocking: BRIT AND HALF-ALIEN PROF ARE BFFS. Like they’ve been friends since BEFORE Trista banged Gunther, in her memory panel she become besties with Brit first?? Wtf.

-We’re gonna be family now, isn’t that exciting, Brit Brit? -OH YA, IT’S EVERY MOTHER’S DREAM: HER SON GROWING UP AND MARRYING HER BEST FRIEND -I know, right? -THIS IS SICK! -You’re on to talk, Castor, he’s probably into older women because of you and Brit! -BRIT WASN’T MY PROFESSOR, TRISTA -I wasn’t Reginald’s professor either, I’m an art prof! So I’m broke to boot! -I’m gonna go lie down. -Ya, right behind you, darling, but I think I’m gonna vomit first! Which is a shame because I just ate some excellent quail’s legs!

Brit is acting up against this marriage like a rebellious teen, soaping her own gaudy fountain.

-That will teach Reginald!

It really won’t!

LOL @ SHOWING UP IN YOUR SWEATPANTS, COME ON BRIT

-I WILL NEVER ACCEPT THIS.

What about now that Reggie gave birth to a beautiful ginger half-alien bb named BRITANNICUS? (I figured Half Alien Prof knocking him up made canon sense, hehe.)

-Ok, I accept this🖤

Good! Time for our final household!

Sugar and Claire! They adopted a bunch of Wulf’s 30 pets and moved into this beautiful house that I of course didn’t build.

Sugar autonomously knocked Claire up the literal second they moved in so we had a shotgun wedding..

..catered by Claire!

-What are these salads you guys are eating?? -Oh uh.. we kinda brought them with us. -WHY -Uhh.. We don’t feel worthy of your food? -AWWWW. That’s true, you’re not!

Sugar actually started the military career at like level 8 thanks to his insane college grades and I was like wtf??

-I got fired :(

Ya, that’s more like it.

Claire is also doing shockingly well, she’s a lvl 9-

-And I’ll be a level 10 once I figure out how ovens work!

-and she gives birth to a beautiful bb whom Sophito attempts to kidnap after showing up uninvited, wtf. Anyway, the bb is a boy and I name him Spice! Now Claire has Sugar, Spice, and everything nice :)

I don’t know what drugs Sophito is clearly on because it appears he came over to legit.. help the new parents? Like he fed Spice and then started cleaning? Very shocking stuff in this family.

Sugar is a really good parent, I don’t know where the fuck he could have possibly learned this but it’s super cute!

AND HE TOPS HIS CAREER AND GETS THIS INSANE BONUS. YAS

I’m so proud of you!!! And boy was that cavalier hat doing a lot of heavy lifting when it came to your face.

Spice grows up and the Don nose claims another generation :(

-Ah, I’m so glad my son is learning this at age 2 and not age 12 like I did :)

Claire is skilling like crazy because let me tell you, she is UNQUALIFIED AS FUCK. Like legit Wyatt-tier when he started as a SWAT Team Leader and was missing half the necessary skill points..

..and it turns out to be a complete time waste because she tops her career by chance card LOL

Congrats, Claire!!!

-I knew I’d make it! Claire’s Frozen Meat Delights™ is going global!

It sure is! Globally banned! What a perfect day, I’m sure nothing will ruin it! Why am I hearing hearts??

Oh right, it’s because SUGAR IS BANGING JESSICA PICASSO WHOM HE BROUGHT OVER FROM WORK

WHAT THE FUCK SUGAR

-I couldn’t help it, we practically have the same face!

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU OMG

-My genes!

BRUH. Real talk I legit didn’t know what the fuck to do with this, I haven’t felt as bad as I did for Claire since DANIEL. I think this is very true to life too, like how many hot girls ‘give a chance’ to some fug guy because he was nice/funny/whatever and he ends up cheating?? Fucking hell.

I quickly decide there’s no coming back from this because I even stopped Sugar and then he went back and BANGED JESSICA AGAIN and is full on in love with her:

ONE BOLT. 1 VS 3 WITH CLAIRE. I CANNOT WITH THIS LOSER-

-so I invite Jessica over so Claire can catch them, this is truly BULLSHIT.

Claire loves him so much she’s straight up heartfarting over him WHILE DIVORCING HIM. HE’S THE WORST

And poor Spice goes into aspiration failure because he had a fear of his parents divorcing, amazing! Great job, Sug!

-WAAAAAAAAH I CAN’T BELIEVE HAVING AN AFFAIR RUINED MY FAMILY, THAT’S NOT WHAT I LEARNED GROWING UP

GET OUT OF HERE SUGAR

Poor Claire immediately goes to teach Spice to talk so she can repair his aspiration..

..and beats up Jessica’s dumb ass. She then rolls the want to go on a date and I’m like don’t have to tell me twice:

WILFRED IS BACK LOL. Bro I still cannot fucking BELIEVE this has happened, Sugar was so loyal the entire time, I think once he got married it triggered the Cyn genes?? I have no other explanation for it.

Now the question arises, what the fuck to do with Sugar, because I’m not playing a single Sugar household. So, with a heavy heart:

-It’s ok, bro! -You’re not judging me for destroying my family for no reason whatsoever? :( -Of course not, who am I to judge?

-Sophito’s right, honey, your family, including your dad’s hot ass, will always be here for you with no judgment! Because we have absolutely no room to judge💗

-SUGAR YOU’RE A FUCKING DISGRACE. RUNNING OUT ON YOUR FAMILY LIKE A THIEF IN THE NIGHT, WHAT THE FUCK IS THE MATTER WITH YOU -I DIDN’T RUN, I WAS KICKED OUT! -SHUT YOUR STUPID TRAP. WE HAVE NOWHERE TO PUT YOU SO YOU’RE SLEEPING IN THE CRYPT WITH SANDY. NOW FUCK OUTTA HERE, I HAD TO INTERRUPT MY WOLF-WAITING TO BERATE YOU

Sugar happily heads off to work the next morning along with Sophito but I’m not seeing him getting in the car..

..and it’s because JOJO STOPPED HIM TO DO THAT AUTONOMOUS LECTURE INTERACTION. I CANNOT

-Listen here, you absolute disappointment, as long as I’m head of this family you’re gonna be paying rent to live in my crypt! -Well that won’t be very long, you’re 108! -Sophie is gonna be head after me, so good luck with that! Now fork over that 55k bonus!

-I don’t have that, Claire got it in the divorce! -YOU FUCKING WHAT. SO WHAT DO YOU HAVE -The 20k I moved in with :( -THAT’S AUTOMATIC -I know :( -GET OUT OF MY SIGHT

Welcome home, Sugar!

Same, Sandy, same.

#gen 4 #ts2

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royallyprincesslilly · 2 years ago

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Title: Something Blue {6}

Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Cursing, Slow Burn, Mild Violence

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-Chris-

She was crazy. Absolutely certifiably insane. She was so crazy that she was probably the one who invented crazy eyes. So crazy that Harley Quinn could have been her sister from another mister. She was so beautifully crazy, and he loved it. He loved it—like really, really loved it. He shouldn’t have.

He should have sat his ass down and had a stern talk with himself about creating some distance between them or avoiding her for the rest of the week. He shouldn’t have been thinking about your eyes, or how adorable you were when you had them squeezed shut thinking he was an angel. He shouldn’t have been remembering the beauty marks that peppered your body and seemed to congregate on your breasts and between the valley of them. He shouldn’t have been thinking about the way he smiled watching you take swing after swing at Danielle’s face. He shouldn’t have been thinking about the way your waist felt with his arm wrapped around it or the way your body felt pulled against his. He really shouldn’t have been thinking about the anger he felt seeing the eyes of men roaming your half nakedness. All of these thoughts were dangerous, and he knew he should stop, cease, desist—all of it but---.

“I mean I knew she had a killer body but damn, she has a mean rack and hot ass. I wouldn’t mind enjoying her for the week.”

His head snapped back to the table of men a few feet away. Some he recognized and were part of the wedding party and some were unknown. Clenching his jaw, he turned back around and took up his glass bottle of beer and guzzled.

“They say the crazy ones are the hottest wildest in bed.”

Angling his head to the side, he cracked his neck and squeezed the bottle tighter. The hollowed sound of skin against frosted glass echoed and he focused on that fighting the urge to march over there and shut them up. It would be bad PR. He hadn’t seen you since it all went down this morning and wondered if you were hiding in your room too embarrassed to come down for dinner. Just as he thought to stand and grab a plate to bring to you, he saw you.

You walked into the dining room head held high back straight, not an ounce of embarrassment etched on your flawless face. A smirk spread his lips as he realized you didn’t have a mark, cut, or bruise on you. It was in fact a flawless victory. Your eyes locked with his and you smiled changing direction to him. When you sat, he realized he was still standing.

“Done already?”

“Uh—no. I was bringing you a plate, I thought you were hiding.”

He sat back down.

“Hiding? Losers hide, winners take a victory lap.”

You smiled widely and he snorted. Crazy indeed.

“What’s so funny?”

“I was just thinking to myself that you might be crazy.”

You turned to him with elbows on the table, fist under your chin, and studied him, no amusement on your face or in your eyes.

“And what do you think about that?”

He examined you getting lost in your eyes. They almost looked to be sparkling, casting a spell. They were hypnotizing.

“I—I think I like it.”

Slowly you smiled then giggled and he smiled and giggled along with you before he realized what he was doing. When he did, he groaned and grabbed the third bottle of beer before him, twisted the top off and brought it to his lips.

“Unlike my ex, you’d be the first to,” you slid out before you poured from the bottle of wine resting in the ice bucket.

“Ah, is this the ex who told you that you couldn’t suck a dick to save your life and that you were stuck up for not swallowing?”

A spray of wine went shooting out your mouth and into the plate before you. He couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oh god, I so hate that I said that out loud and that you were there for it.”

You were using your hands to shield your face from him in shame.

“Why? Now we have no lies or false perceptions between us. I’ve probably seen you at your realest; soaking wet, mascara running, half naked, on all fours with your ass in the air and grapes on your forehead that you mistook for balls.”

You snorted and laughed in your hands. God damnit he thought to himself, he was finding even more things that were adorable about you. This was bad. This was not what he’d expected from this week.

“Uugh! If I recall it was me doing all the revealing. You, not so much.”

He smirked and took another swig from his beer.

“Ha, are you saying you want to know something revealing about me?”

You turned to him sitting sideways on the chair and crossed your legs. “I mean, it’s only fair.”

You took a sip from your glass and waited. His eyes dropped to your exposed thighs and took in the frilly lace at the hem of your garment. Just like that his head went back to the lace of your underwear and he had to kick himself to steer away from where his head wanted to go next.

“Ehm.”

“Did you just kick yourself?”

“No—I—I felt something crawling on me.”

You were now pinching your lips, biting back a smile. You nodded.

“Ehm, something revealing, hmm.”

There were so many things he could tell you, but he didn’t know what exactly.

“Are you trying to sift through everything to find the least revealing bits?”

A small smile spread across his lips. “No. I just don’t want to scare you off.”

You didn’t look to believe one bit of that. He liked that you weren’t gullible or easy.

“Okay I didn’t lose my virginity until I was practically eighteen and it lasted all of five minutes and after I ran home and told my mom all about it.”

Your jaw dropped as you stared at him incredulously. You didn’t speak immediately, you just watched him. He could guess what you were going to say.

“Bullshit!”

He nodded, expecting it.

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not. Hand ta’ God,” he said holding his hand up for emphasis.

“Eighteen? Wow. Chris Evans the movie star, the Avenger, eighteen?”

“I wasn’t any of that at eighteen. I hadn’t even gone out to LA yet.”

You said wow again and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“Why’s it so hard to believe?”

“Have you seen yourself? Like have you looked in the mirror? With those baby blues and that smile?”

He smiled—okay blushed and tried to hide it behind his beer bottle as he took another sip.

“I’m just a little surprised.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment rather than a dig.”

“Please do.”

“When did you lose yours?”

“Not a chance. You already know way too much about me.”

He smiled and drank half his beer.

“And you told your mom?”

He snorted, “Everything, sang like a canary.”

You laughed but he didn’t mind. He joined in too as the memory played back in his head. Soon, a comfortable silence spread between you for a few minutes.

“Dude, you have no chance with her. She is out of your league,” said a voice from the table behind him. He’d tuned them out the moment he saw you.

“Whatever man, all I have to do is catch her when she’s drinking. It’d be easy then. Get her back to my room and I’m sure she’d be wearing another pair of those lacy underwear like earlier, and you know since she has a filthy mouth she’d suck a mean dick.”

They laughed and he knew the moment you registered they were talking about you. He watched your face, but you didn’t look to be bothered by what they were saying.

“It’s always the girls who curse like sailors who know their way around a dick.”

“They also know how to ride you till sunrise until your toes curl.”

“She’s practically asking for it.”

He’d had enough, good PR or bad PR here he came.

“That’s it.”

He stood and marched over before you could stop him.

“Chris it’s fine.”

“Hey! You wanna watch your mouth?”

The table looked to him. A few looked star struck but the one who wouldn’t shut up didn’t look fazed.

“Can we help you?”

“Yeah, you can shut your filthy mouths. Is that how your mothers taught you to speak about a woman?”

He chuckled but he was alone, everyone else at the table kept quiet. Realizing this, the ballsy idiot sighed then stood up coming to his full height that was just a few inches shy of him.

“No body called you over here. I suggest you go back to your own table Captain America. No one’s intimidated by you here.”

The ballsy idiot took a step toward him, but he wasn’t afraid.

“I wouldn’t have to come over if you did what everyone wants you to do and shut the fuck up.”

He could feel more eyes land on him.

“Oh, I see what this is. You think by coming to her defense it’ll score you the rest of the points into her panties so you could find out firsthand if she sucks a mean dick and rides a good di--.”

Before the idiot could finish he’d swung and knocked him on his ass. Gasps from those around rang out then the shuffling of feet. Before long, he was being held back by his friends Parker and Brandon.

“Learn some respect. She doesn’t deserve you or anyone talking about her like that. No woman does.”

With that, Parker and Brandon carted him away and out of the dining room. He felt no remorse, the idiot had deserved it. By the time they’d gotten him out of the dining room, down the entry corridor, and to the illuminated pool on the property, most of his calm had already returned. Most of it.

“What the hell was that?”

“Nothin.”

“Bullshit. You just decked him,” Brandon informed.

He looked down to his fist that was only a little red from the action.

“I know what I did.”

“What if someone got a picture on their phone and it ends up on TMZ tomorrow?”

He stared into the lighted pool of water and sighed. That should have been his number one concern, should have been the only thing he thought of at all times, but it hadn’t been. He was only concerned about shutting that idiot up. He’d wanted to protect you.

“Ha!”

He tousled his hair and took a few steps away from them. This was definitely unexpected.

“What’s going on with you?”

He didn’t know. This wasn’t out of character for him in general, but it was out of character of usual. He hadn’t been in a fight with a drunken fool in years. He’d thought his drunk fighting days were over.

“Nothing. He had a big mouth and was being disrespectful to your fiancée’s best friend.”

“From what I saw today,” Parker began, “Y/N can more than take care of herself. Megan will kill me if you get into some shit this week because of me.”

He knew that Parker was right. He knew the smart thing to do was to ignore the idiot, but he couldn’t. It made his blood boil hearing the things he was saying. He talked about you like you weren’t a person, just a body for his viewing and fucking pleasure. It was disgusting.

“I won’t apologize, but it won’t happen again either.”

Brandon and Parker stared at him as if trying to gauge how truthful his words were. He was more than ninety percent sure it wouldn’t happen again. The other ten percent depended entirely on that idiot. Parker sighed.

“All right. Are you good?”

He nodded. “I’m good. Go on get back to Eve, get back to your wedding stuff.”

He didn’t look sure if he should leave him though.

“Parker, I’m good. Brandon tell him. Get him back to his bride.”

“Let’s go Parker. He just needs a little time. Right?”

“Right, I’ll be back in a bit,” he assured.

Parker nodded and allowed Brandon to turn him around and lead him back inside. Once alone, he turned away from the doors and stared out into the abyss of night.

“Get a grip. One week. One week and you’re gone. Get a grip.”

He repeated the words over and over and over until he found some semblance of control. He didn’t know how long it took to find that grip he so desperately needed to have but when the scent of verbena, cocoa, lavender and strawberries floated in the air around him he knew he wasn’t alone out there anymore. He knew it was you and the fact that he knew it was you and your scent, was unnerving.

“Are—are you okay?”

Your voice was low, soft and hesitant. He didn’t turn right way, he took a few breathes before he did. You were several feet away with your hands twisted and clasped in front of you with a look of concern etched on your face.

“Uh—Uh—yeah. I’m fine. You didn’t have to come out here and check on me.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

Your eyes were penetrative. He felt like you could see through his bullshit and see the truth that he was less than fine. He was fine when he got on that plane a few days ago, but tonight—now, he was less than. Clearing his throat, he avoided your eyes and looked back into the pool of water.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m sure.”

Silence fell between you and the sounds of crickets and frogs echoed around. Then your heels against the stone floors mixed in as you came to stand beside him looking at the same pool however you were a few more inches back from the edge of the water. He didn’t blame you. You probably’d had your fill of water for the foreseeable future.

“I’m sorry.”

“Thank you.”

You both spoke in unison voices overlapping. He turned to you at the same time you looked at him.

“What’re you--.”

Again you both started at the same time. You both scoffed and smiled.

“You first,” he offered.

“Thank you for what you did back there. Even though it wasn’t necessary I appreciate you stepping in.”

He studied you for a few moments. He didn’t know if you believed you weren’t worth standing up for, or if you’d experienced something like that so many times you’d become desensitized to it to the point where it felt like normal life. It didn’t matter which it was, he didn’t like either. He looked away from you and back to the water and the silence between you returned. A few moments later you spoke again.

“Why’re you sorry?”

He sighed again, “I was because I thought I’d drawn unwanted attention to you again and made you uncomfortable or feel unsafe around me.”

“Was?”

“I’m not anymore.”

“Why?”

He spun to you again, “Because he was a dick and deserved it. You don’t deserve to be spoken about like that. It was—disgusting.”

Your eyes lingered for a several long moments. Part of him wanted to know what you were thinking but the other said it didn’t matter. One week, he reminded himself before turning back to the water. Neither of you spoke for a few minutes after. The next sound he heard were your heels clinking against the stone, getting further and further from him.

Good he thought, keep walking. Then the sound stopped.

“Lemme buy you a drink Rocky. I know a cool bar not too far from here.”

He glanced at you, “Don’t you have to stay here?”

“Nope. Eve is pretty much fed up with the two of us seeing how we both don’t know how to keep our hands to ourselves. We’ve both been relieved of wedding party duties for the night.”

He smirked and tried his best not to laugh. “Relieved huh.”

“Yep. I guess she thinks if Rocky and Ali are together then everyone else is safe. So whatdaya say Rocky? Wanna keep our hands to ourselves—together?”

You had an amused look on your face as you waited for his reply. His answer should have been no and that he’d turn in early for the night but those weren’t the words that came out.

“I’ll take that drink, but I hope your pockets are deeper than one drink.” He walked toward you then stopped in front of you. “And I also make no promises about these hands.”

You smirked and this mischievous glint appeared in your eyes, it was a look he was curious about, and it was a look that said there was a lot more to you than what he’d seen on the plane, at the vineyard and even earlier. Just who were you?

“Well all right then,” you said stretching your arms out and shuffling your head from side to side like the old school Egyptian neck dance. “Here we come Berkshires!”

Feeling it and you he pumped to your level and got right into his Boston days and mindset.

“Look the fuck out!”

You snorted and laughed loud.

“Okay Gemini Flanagan. Let’s tear shit up.”

~~~~~~~~~

Fifteen minutes and a cab drive later, he was surrounded by the sounds of a jukebox that was playing a mix of pop rock, hip hop and country tunes, the scent of cigars cigarettes and other substances, and the loud chatter of a full bar. It had been a long time since he’d been in a bar that housed a jukebox and to be honest those were his favorite kinds. There was something about living out an old Hollywood dream of slipping some coins in a machine and selecting a track then dancing. From the looks of the bar, it had a lot of history too. There were plenty of pictures pinned to the wall of music legends ranging from The Beatles to David Bowie and even Run DMC.

“Order up!”

The bartender, a short and stocky man with a full goatee of black hair and a fedora slid two bottles of beer over.

“Thanks.”

He nodded and went on his way, no inclination he even knew who he was. He was liking this place more and more.

“How did you find this place?”

“I’m the maid of honor, I helped Eve scout this whole area for stuff to do for the wedding,” you shouted over the Run DMC track that was playing.

“It’s a nice bar,” he added.

“The jukebox sold me on it. Like how many bars still have a jukebox?”

He smiled and nodded then took a sip from his beer. You did the same as you looked around you again. He couldn’t help but snort to himself. You looked so prime and proper in your outfit sitting in this place. You kinda looked like you didn’t belong.

“What’s so funny?”

“You look like you don’t belong here.”

“Oh? Why?”

He shrugged and drank some more. you looked him over then rolled your eyes before taking another swig from your own beer.

“You would look just as put together as me if you didn’t lose the button down.”

He’d taken it off before they’d walked into the bar thinking if he were in a button-down people would be more likely to recognize him than if he’d been in his Henley.

“Who wears a long sleeve Henley underneath a button down in practical summer?”

He smiled but didn’t answer. You both sat there enjoying your beers and the music.

“Back there, you said Gemini Flanagan. How’d you know that name?”

You smirked.

“Please, everyone has seen that interview.”

“Look the fuck out!”

You imitated his movements down to his raised arms and bouncing. He snorted and shook his head. God damn it, you were adorable doing it.

“You know what, now that I think about it, you probably knew plenty of personal shit about me,” he said.

“Oh, so your porn name is personal?”

You placed your elbow on the bar and hooked your fist under your chin staring at him.

“I mean, I think one’s porn name is a very personal thing.”

You snorted and took another drink.

“What’s yours?”

You busted out laughing but no one looked your way, everyone was enthralled in their own conversations. When you looked at him, he was still sitting there patiently waiting.

“Are you asking me my porn name? What makes you think I have one?”

“Make one now. Your first pet and the street you lived on as a child.”

You smirked, took a gulp of beer then straightened your posture.

“Hmm, let’s see---Sweet Bush.”

Again, you laughed loudly, and he was certain now it would be a laugh that would stay with him past the week.

“Oh my god!”

“I think I have competition for greatest porn name.”

You laughed together and he noted how normal it felt, how comfortable.

“Sweet Bush and Gemini Flanagan starring in---,” you began

“Satisfaction Guaranteed,” he filled in.

You raised a brow at him.

“Is that so?”

“Do you doubt it?”

You took a swig of your beer then shrugged. He wanted to press further but he bit his tongue. A conversation of his sexual capabilities was the last thing they should partake in.

“So, you’ve saved my life and defended my honor all in the span of a few days. Anything left on the agenda?”

He snorted then finished his beer and raised a finger for the bartender to bring another.

“I’m still deciding. This week isn’t turning out how I’d expected it to,” he replied.

“How so?”

You finished your beer, and he raised his hand again for another. You cut him off and raised 4 fingers. The bartender nodded.

“Well, I expected to come here for Parker, be the best man he needed, enjoy some peace and quiet and time away from the rat wheel, and be chill with no excitement then go home and back to the grind.”

“And what you got was a psycho on a plane who scared the shit out of you with her insane ramblings and lots of noise, drama and even some bruised knuckles.”

“Not to mention front row seats to a boxing match where Ali remained the undefeated champion of the world.”

You laughed and shook your head.

“Not funny. I feel so bad. I’m sorry.”

“Ah, fuhgeddaboudit. I’m not complainin’ ‘bout none of it. Matter a fact my brother thought I’d be bored and I’m happy to say I am the furthest thing from it.”

“Still, the drama.”

He reached his hand out to rest on top of yours. It was something he did without thought. You looked down to your hands then to him.

“It’s all good. I’m not regrettin’ nothin.”

Your eyes lingered for a few moments until the bartender came over with four bottles of beer and two shot glasses.

“These are on the house, I’m a huge fan,” he said keeping his voice low.

He smirked and nodded his thanks to the bartender.

“Don’t’ worry--,” the bartender said putting his finger over his lips indicating he’d keep his secret before he walked back off.

“Wow. The life of a star, free shots,” you teased lifting up your glass. “What do we drink to?”

“Don’t know but here’s to you Sweet Bush,” he said raising his glass.

You smiled and did the same.

“And you Gemini Flanagan.”

You hit glasses then knocked them back. Your eyes widened and hands flashed as you swallowed then you blew out.

“Bartender keep those comin!”

He laughed as he grabbed one of the bottles off the bar and took a gulp. After that, there was no point in counting how many beers and shots had passed your lips and how many hours passed with you drinking, laughing, choosing song after song on the jukebox and dancing with all the strangers in the place. All he knew was one minute you were sitting at the bar, the next you were across the room in a group you didn’t know laughing like you’d been best friends your whole life. One thing was certain, you may have been a heavyweight in the ring, but you were a lightweight out of it.

He slipped to the jukebox and went through the hundreds of songs all the while keeping an eye on you to make sure you didn’t get into any trouble. He was learning that you were possibly trouble itself. After picking a song he turned, leaned on the jukebox and watched you. He couldn’t understand why you didn’t like drawing attention to yourself when everyone around you seemed to be drawn to you. You looked like you were made to have the spotlight. He watched two guys drape their arms around your shoulders as they laughed at whatever you were saying, both looked eager to know more or get closer. After finishing his beer, he went back to the bar, sat and watched you charm the bar.

By the time you walked back over to him you had a wide smile on your face. He held up a shot glass and you happily took it.

“Thank you.”

You quickly downed it then hooted.

“You should look into becoming an actor.”

“Why?”

“I just watched you charm and dazzle this entire bar. There is not one person here who wasn’t drawn to you. I’ve seen a lot of actors and personalities in my career and what they have that makes them successful, you have in spades.”

You studied him and smiled. “Maybe it’s the alcohol. Maybe when I’m sober I turn into boring Bernice.”

“You’re forgetting I’ve known you the last few days. There is nothing boring about you, Y/N. You’re spectacular.”

Your eyes locked, your smile fell, and the air became thick. He’d long gotten used to the smoke and smells of the bar but right now it all felt suffocating. Suddenly the song changed and within seconds your eyes widened.

“What—what’s happening?”

“Do you know what song this it?”

“Uh—Milkshake.”

You smiled wide. “Yaaas! I love this song.”

“Then I think it’s a good time to check something off your list of confessions.”

You studied him but the moment you got it he knew.

“I couldn’t.”

“Hang on. Hey buddy, do ya’ think she could live out her bar singing fantasies?”

The bartender chuckled then nodded.

“Knock ya’ self out honey.”

You squealed then and he couldn’t help but laugh. He stood and held his hand out for yours.

“Go on then Kelis.”

You took his hand and he dropped yours to wrap his around your waist to lift you onto the bar stool. From there, you stepped onto the bar and the music started over. All eyes turned to you and gathered round as you began your show. He sat to the corner of the bar and watched as you belted out the lyrics and ate up the attention. When you marched up and down the bar pointing at stranger after stranger no matter man or woman, he chuckled to himself.

When you began swaying your hips more and doing a mini belly dance the place got even louder. You looked to be in your element, and he was enjoying every second of it. Your eyes landed on him, then you dropped down to your knees and crawled to him. You had his undivided attention then and every inch you slinked toward him the more the humor of the situation left him. By the time you got to his face he was dead serious. You trailed your fingertips against his face and to his neck then leaned in close.

“They lose their minds—I think it’s time.”

You stood then gave a little dance that had plenty of the men whistling and clapping. When the song ended you were in a full-on split and smiling from ear to ear. Everyone clapped, cheered and beat on the bar making an unsynchronized drumline. You stood, bowed then turned to him with wide eyes and a giddy look on your face.

Fuck he thought, he was in trouble.

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Hot Lifeguard (Emily Sonnett x reader)

My first story. Sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language. Opened for suggestions.

It was just another day at work. Days like this were one of my favorites. Just a few people at the beach and less people in the water, that is almost the perfect scenario for a lifeguard. Because normally that means no incidents. My shift was almost over, just one more hour and I could go home to prepare for dinner tonight with my girlfriend.

Right now I am sitting at the cabbing along with Josh, my partner for the day.

“No fucking way” I heard Josh yell while loking at something through the glass.

“What? What did you see?” I asked “You’re not going to believe who just arrived at the beach” “Well, if you give me the binoculars I could see by myself.” “There is no need to. Look at the group over there.” He said pointing to a place in the sand “Okay, I’m looking but I’m not getting it.”

Just as I said that I saw a blond girl running a few meters at the sand and trying to do a cartwheel on the sand and failing miserably, ending with her butt at the sand. Yep, now I know of who Josh is talking about.

“Girl, that is the US women’s soccer team, seems like the whole team is in here.” He was really excited “Josh, clean it right here…” (I rubbed my hand on my chin and he copied me) “Why?” He asked, after seeing nothing on her hand “You’re drooling.” “Oh, fuck up.” She pushes me and keeps looking at the team, it wasn’t the whole team but is probably half of the girls.

“Okay, I’m gonna say hi. Do you wanna come?” Josh asked me “You can go, someone has to stay here and actually do the work.” Josh rolled his eyes but got the walktalk. “Fine, I would tell them you say hi, I’m bringing the walktalk” “Go there looser.”

I was just watching a few surfers at the beach, when I looked to my left and saw Josh coming back with the group of girls following him. He gave me a sign for me to come down.

“So Y/n these are the players from USWNT and girls this is Y/n.” “Hi girls, I actually know you all, I’m a big fan, you’re all badasses.” “Thank you. We heard that so was you.” Ashlyn said and Alex followed. “Josh here went to say hi and told us that his coworker was a woman and a badass so we needed to come check out.” “Well, it’s my pleasure to meet you.”

“For how long have you been working here?” Ali asked. “In this part of the beach not much, but as a lifeguard, 10 years.” The girls were shocked “Oh, 10 years? Sorry to ask but how old are you?” “25” “You can be a lifeguard while you’re 15?” “Yes. I was a good swimmer and at a young age I started to learn surfing, I always loved the water. So one day I got the opportunity to be a lifeguard at a waterpark near home, since then I never stopped. And soon as I had enough experience to be a lifeguard at the beach I moved and here I am.” Tobin spoke this time. “So do you also surf?” Before I could answer, Josh interrupted us “Oh yeah, this is almost like an unofficial rule to be a lifeguard, and Y/n is like the best here. Sorry girls, but I’ll go upstairs and check the beach” “Bye Josh, it was a pleasure to meet you.” The girls said and then looked back at me.

“I’m probably not that good, but yes I can surf.” “We would love to see that, it’s a shame you’re at work.” Tobin answered. “Isn’t your shift ending?” Emily spoke this time, I looked at her and the sun was hitting her face, making her blue eyes shine, she is so beautiful. “Yeah, actually. I have probably just one more hour left.”

“So what about you meeting us after it and we can see how good you actually are?” Ashlyn asked me with a smirk. “That is a challenge Ashlyn?” “You can bet on it.” Ali smacks Ashlyn in the back of her head. “Ashlyn, you can’t go out challenging people.” “Just a moment girls.”

I interrupted whoever was saying, as soon as I spotted something on the ocean. I climbed the ladder from the cabin and called for Josh. “Josh!” “Yeah boss!” “Look at the water, 10 o’clock. What do you see?” “There is noth… shit looks like two people. Maybe kids. Go!” I jump in the sand and get the surfboard. “Sorry girls, and it’s a bet Ash.” I ran as fast as I could toward the people, wishing this day could end as good as it started.

As I was getting closer to them I noticed that one of them was a little girl, around 5 years old and the other was a boy around 12 years old. I was going as fast as I could but it looked like it wasn't enough. As I was about to get to them, the boy pushed the girl up, and sank. Fuck!

“Help! Lucas!” I got the girl, put her over the board and tried to find the boy but he didn’t get back up. What should I do? I looked up and saw the girl was using diving glasses. “Can you lend me this? Okay, look, you see these ropes? Hold them as strong as you can and don’t let them go. I’ll get Lucas.”

I know it look like a stupid ideia, let the girl up there by herself, but if I wait for Josh to get here the boy could be dead. So I got in the water and dived trying to find the boy. I surf back up, check with the little girl, get some breath and dive back. I was almost giving up when I felt something on my left leg and when I looked at it was him. So I get his hand and rise back. “Lucas!!” I got back on the board, laid him down and asked for the girl to sit in front of me holding the ropes. He’s unconscious, I need to get to the beach as fast as possible.

I got to the beach and Josh was already there with the equipment and said he had already called an ambulance. I barely got that, the boy was my first priority, I looked up and saw the national team girls were close. “Hey little girl, you see these women over there?” She nodded. “Stay with them, for me to take care of Lucas okay?” She didn’t want to let go of him, must be her brother. Probably noticing my expression, Emily came over and got the girl, she started to scream. But my focus was somewhere else now. The boy wasn’t breathing, so I started the compression. “Come on, come on. Spit the water. Come on Lucas, you can do it.” I must be doing it for like 1 minute, but it felt like an hour, when the boy spit the water. “Good boy. Calm down, you’re safe now.” I put him on oxigen, and the ambulance arrived just in time as he regained consciousness. “Hey boy, what’s your name?” The paramedic asked. “Lucas.” “Hi, Lucas. My name is Daniel and I’m a paramedic and I’m going to help you okay? How old are you?” “12. Where is my sister?” “Hey Lucas, it’s okay, she is over there, stay calm okay.”

I looked back at the girl and went to calm her down. “Hey little girl, how are you?” She came running for my arms. “Lucas?” She asked while crying in my arms. “He is better now, you see? He is talking with the doctors now. Where are your parents sweety?” “Don’t know.” And as it was agreed the mother shows up. “Lucas? Lucy?” “Mom!” The little girl ran to the women's arms. “Where is Lucas?” “Hi Mrs, my name is Y/N. Lucas is over there being taken care of. Do you know what happened?” “No, I told them that I was going to get some water and when I came back they weren’t there so I started to freak out and I saw the comotion here.” They start to take the boy to the ambulance. “Okay, Mrs…” “Grey” “Mrs. Grey, they are taking Lucas to the ambulance right now, they will check on him, he drowned trying to save his sister, I’m going to explain everything to you until we get to the ambulance, can you just pack your stuff? Are you alone here?” “Yes, my husband is at work. And I already packed everything, it is in here.” “Good, come on. And I would like Lucy to have a check up as well, she hasn’t drowned but she could have drunk some water. We don’t want to take risks right?” With that I went up to the ambulance with the mom and then let the paramedics do their job. I hope the kid stays good.

I went back to the post and Josh was there. “What a way to end the shift right?” “Thank god, I found the boy under water. Otherwise it would ruin the day.” “Yeah, and the super boss shows up again to save the day.” “Stop.” “Fine, now get out of here. There are some people waiting for you. Go have some fun.” I had completely forgotten about them, time to go say hi, again.

Emily pov

We were still excited about what just happened at the beach.

“She is totally a badass, she was just talking with us and still caught the kids drowning in the water.” Tobin said. “When she left the girl alone at the board I was like ‘what is she doing?’ and then she just got the boy under water, that was amazing.” Christen said “That’s why she is the boss.” Ali complement.

“Okay, but let’s not forget how hot she is. When she ran toward the water, it was just like we were in Baywatch, and her body. God!” “Kelley!!” “What Linds, is not like you don’t agree with me you were drooling watching her doing her job.” Kelley fought back. “I was not…” Lindsey said pouting, Megan put a hand on her shoulder and said. “Sorry Linds but you totally were. But that’s fine, she is hot as fuck and I think that half of the girls here were drooling, even the “straight” ones”. She intensifies the quotation marks.

Then Christen intervened. “She also looks like a good person, she looks smart, determined and kind. You saw her with the little girl?” “Hey, I don’t have a competition do I?” Tobin protested. “Of course not babe, but she may be good for some other girls here. And watch out cause she is coming here.”

I looked behind me and Y/N was coming over, she had changed off her uniform and was now just in her swimming suit, a backpack and a surfboard. She was more beautiful, if that was even possible and hotter.

“Hey girls, my shift is just over. So I remembered that one of you challenged me on surfing. So I want to know if she is still up to it?” Ash stood up “Oh yeah, game on bitch. Tobs, Kell are you coming?” “Of course, let’s go.” Both of them replied.

Some girls went along with them for the water, others decided to take a walk on the sand and others were just going to lay and get a tan. Before Y/N followed the girls to the water she came near me. “So, beautiful, can I put my stuff here near you?” “I think so.” “Good, you’re not coming?” “Not today.” “Okay, be right back.” She winked at me and left toward the ocean.

I sat back in the sand and just watched her get some waves with the girls, she was stunning. Of course she was winning the challenge, but who cares, everyone was just amazed by her.

I was contemplating her beauty when Moe sat beside me and asked. “So, are you gonna spill the beans?” “There is nothing to spill. Don’t know what you are talking about?” “You sure do. If you do nothing the others will keep flirting with her and who knows what could happen.” I look at her shocked. “It’s in your eyes Sonny.”

An hour later everyone came back from the water and we went to play some footvolley. We paired everyone up and Y/N ended up being my partner. She was amazing at that and we had a lot of fun. She was flirting with me the whole time and I was hoping the girls weren't noticing it.

We stopped playing and were getting ready to leave, when Kelley whispered in my ear. “You better do something girl, she is flirting with you the whole day, everyone noticed. If you don’t do something we will.” “I don’t know what you are talking about.” She just shaked her head and went toward Ash and Tobin, whispered something to them and they went to Y/N.

“So Y/n, we had a lot of fun today and we really wanted to get to know you better. Tell us a little bit more about you.” Tobin asked. “Well, you already know I’m 25 and am a lifeguard. I graduated from the University of Virginia with a degree in exercise and sports science. I give surf classes for kids and I’m also a coach for some amatour surfer athletes. And I’m a sports lover.”

“Wait, too much information. You’re a surf coach?” Ashlyn asked incredibly. “Yeah? Sorry but you were the one who made the bet.” “That explains a lot.”

Becky was the one to speak now. “You went to Virginia? That’s awesome me too, so does Moe and Sonnett, but it doesn’t have a beach there.” “Yeah, I know. I took a pause from the beach while I was studying and worked at a waterpark over there.”

“I got a question…” Oh no, Kelley shut up. “Are you single?” With that Y/N wined her eyes and blush a little, she looked at me and then back to Kelley.

“No?” “You don’t seem too sure about that.” Tobin interjected. “I mean, no, I’m not single. But we haven’t told anyone besides family yet, so…” “Wait a second, so you’re not single? Are you sure? I’m way confused right now.” “Yeah, I’m sure. She actually loves soccer, she loves you guys.”

While the rest of the girls started asking other questions for Y/n. Kelley looked at me with a ‘sorry dude’ look. I understand why she was like that, I mean Y/n was indeed flirting with me, everyone was probably confused as to why she was flirting with me if she has a girlfriend. But they were clueless and I was having a lot of fun with it, so I decided to enjoy it a little bit more and so I spoke up.

“Hey Y/N we actually have the whole day off, so we were thinking of hanging out together and going out for dinner. What do you say? Wanna come?” Y/N looked at me with a intrigued look, but agreed either way. “Yeah, I would love to.”

“Your girlfriend would be okay with that?” Ashlyn asked. “Yeah she wouldn’t mind.”

“Maybe you can call her right now and talk to her just to make sure?” I said, Y/n was really confused right now, she was trying to understand what I mean with that. I just nodded and saw a smirk appear on her face. “Yeah, that will be great.” Some girls looked at me, don’t getting what I was doing. Christen added. “And if you want to invite her, you said she was a fan, we can surprise her if you want to” “Of course, it will be fun”.

Y/n got her phone and made the call. “So who is gonna talk?” Y/N look at me and I nod toward Kelley. “O’hara you think you can do it? She would love that?” Y/n asked “Of course. What's her name again?” “Oh, you don’t need that” She looked at her phone and back at me, I gave her a reassuring look as she started to talk.

“Hi babe. So I’m at the beach now, and there are some girls here that want to say hi to you.” She put on speaker for everyone to hear. “Hi. It’s Kelley O’hara here, and you are talking with half of the national team.” Silent went over the line, the girls started looking at each other and Y/n spoke.

“She is probably in shock, can you tell her about the dinner?” “Yeah, so we just asked Y/n if she wants to come to dinner with us and we also would like to invite you, so what do you say?” I waited a moment and answered on my phone. “I would love to, but I thought that as I was the one who made the invitation I was already invited.”

Everyone looked at me and then back to Y/n, they were in shock. Y/n has that stupid smile on her face that I love so much and answered. “That’s good babe, can’t wait.” We just kept looking at each other's eyes. Oh god, I love this girl so much. When Kelley yelled.

“Wait a minute. Why did you call Sonnett?” “Well you asked for me to call my girlfriend. So I did.” Y/n spoke with a smirk on her face “The Emily Sonnett, this girl here is your girlfriend?” “Hey, what do you mean by that? I can’t date a hot girl?”

With that I went to Y/n side, hugged her and she gave me a peck “And you let me, no, you let us, drool over you girlfriend and didn’t say a thing?” I couldn’t get the smile out of my face. “It was funny and I didn’t know yet if she was going to be okay with that.” “That is no excuse, you should have told me, it is not like I was going to tell the world.” Kelley complained and crossed her arms on her chest. “Okay Kelley, less drama. We are happy for you Sonny.” “Thanks Chris, someone here is mature.”

“Wait, does it mean that now we have to give Y/n the shovel talk?” Tobin asked with a serious face. “No!” I protest. “Sorry Sonnett, we have to, it's the team's rules.” Ash responded. “That’s okay babe, I can take it.”

“Fine, but only if Moe gets to be there.” “What? Why? Moe can’t hurt a fly” Becky said. “Because she will make sure you don’t scare Y/n away, she will be on her side.” “Why would she do that?” “Babe you can’t ask Moe that, just because she is my friend.” “Wait, Moe knew?” Kelley said, trying to look hurt. “Way to throw me under the bus Sonny.” Moe complained.

“Of course, she helped me with the plan of asking Y/n out. We studied together, you forgot?” “Of course you were all Cavaliers. That’s it Y/n you are coming with us for dinner, there is no space for debate. We need to see if you are good for Sonnett. Let’s go everyone” With Megan orders everyone start to go back to where the vans were. I got my stuff and I was about to follow the girls, when Y/n pulled my arm.

“Hey hot stuff, I missed you.” She passed her arms over my shoulders and I hugged her waist. “Hi babe, I missed you too. Sorry about doing it without asking you first. But when the girls pulled over and I saw which beach we were at and that you were here, I started thinking about it, and then you were so hot saving the boy, and the girls liked you so much, and they saw you flirting with me, so…” I was interrupted by a kiss. Y/n ’s lips were so soft and rough at the same time. The way she pulls me closer to her and deepens the kiss, I miss her so much.

“That’s okay honey. I loved meeting your teammates.” “What do you say about us skipping dinner? I really missed your lips...” I kissed her lips. “Your neck...” I kissed her neck, and started to touch her body. “I missed all of this, your body is perfect.” She gave a large sigh and pushed me away “Even though I would love to go to our house and make out with you for the rest of the night. I'm sure the girls wouldn’t approve of it. Let’s go, as soon as we get to dinner, sooner you can get this body.” “Nooo, I’m really regretting telling the girls today.” “The good point is that now you don’t have to sneak out anymore, you can always say you are going out with your girlfriend.” “Okay, but one last thing.” I gave her a passionate kiss, until we heard the girls yelling at us from afar. “I love you Y/n.” “I love you too Em. Now let’s go.” We intercalated our hands and walked to where the girls were waiting for us. This night was amazing and now I can say to the world that the Hot Lifeguard is mine.

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