#a darling for daniel a little ways down the road

[thef1diary]

For Danny Ric! I'm so exited! Fluff 1, Promt 8. I think a debate over the music playing on the car radio would be great. I love Danny's roadtrip vibes.

Road Trip | D. Ricciardo

prompt: friendly debates that quickly end with them laughing at how ridiculous it was

wc: 700+

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You're on a road trip with Daniel, cruising down a scenic highway with the windows rolled down, the wind tousling your hair. Daniel's driving, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on your thigh. The sky is a perfect blue, dotted with fluffy white clouds, and the road ahead is open and inviting. The landscape rushes by in a blur of greens and browns as he drives a little over the speed limit, the hum of the wind providing a soothing background noise.

"Okay, music," you declare, reaching for your phone.

Daniel raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Wait a second, I'm the one driving. Driver gets to choose music right?"

You chuckle, shaking your head. "I know you're used to driving alone, but the unwritten rule of road trips is passenger has the aux control."

"Oh really?" he challenges, glancing at you with mock seriousness. "I think the driver needs the tunes to stay focused."

"Yeah, well, the passenger needs to keep the driver entertained," you retort, connecting your phone to the aux.

Daniel lets out a dramatic sigh, rolling his eyes in exaggerated exasperation. "I'm the one doing all the work here, steering us safely to our destination. That means I should choose the songs too."

You cross your arms, feigning stubbornness. "That makes no sense, Danny. I'm the one keeping you company, making sure you don't fall asleep at the wheel."

He scoffs, "with your choice of songs, I will definitely fall asleep at the wheel."

You gasp, holding your phone close to your chest. "I could say the same about your taste. You listen to country music."

"Don't disrespect good ol' tunes, darling. You just want to play that one song on repeat," he stated, glancing at you and flashing a grin.

"It's a great song!" you insist, mirroring his grin.

"Great for making me doze off," he teases, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Come on, you know my playlist is solid. It's got everything we need for a perfect road trip," he adds, slightly squeezing your thigh.

You become too aware of his hand resting on your thigh, and in the heat of your debate, you move it away, earning a frown from him.

"Sure, if we want to turn this into a country-western saga," you retorted, unable to suppress a smile. "Besides, variety is necessary. We can't be stuck listening to the same kind of songs for hours."

Daniel laughs, his hand finding his way back on your thigh as he gives in. "Fine, fine, let's settle this. Name a song that's a must for any road trip."

You both throw out suggestions, each defending your choices with increasing passion. The debate grows more animated as you argue over the best songs to keep you both entertained and awake. Daniel insists on the classics he loves, especially since it's a countryside road trip, while you disagreed, encouraging other artists. Back and forth you banter, poking fun at the other's taste in music, even though it wasn't a serious issue.

Finally, you realize how absurd the argument is and burst out laughing simultaneously.

"This is ridiculous," you manage to say between giggles. "We're debating over who plays the songs."

"Exactly," Daniel agrees, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye that slipped out while laughing. "We're wasting time when we could've been enjoying some good music."

"Alright, how about we compromise?" you suggest, still chuckling. "We alternate between our songs."

"Deal," he agrees, extending a hand for a shake while steering with the other.

You clasp his hand, nodding formally as you seal the agreement. Daniel takes the first pick, choosing a song he enjoys. As the familiar beats fill the car, you cover your ears playfully, but the smile on your face tells him it's all in jest. You both sing along, creating your own little concert on wheels.

When the song ends, you take your turn, choosing a track that's currently your favourite. Daniel groans, having heard the song too many times to count, but he can't resist singing along with you. The rest of the drive is filled with a perfect mix of your favorite songs. Even though you both complain every time the other picks a song, you still sing along to each one, enjoying every moment.

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The Haunting of Hill House - Shirley Jackson 4/5⭐️ (Highly highly recommend audiobook over the physical or ebook.)

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I wanted to love this but I just. Didn’t. And it’s what made me realize I don’t vibe with short stories. I felt the same way about Out There Screaming last year. Some of the stories that I managed to get through were really interesting and others I just hated the author’s style and had to go back and re-read chunks (very annoying in short stories which feel like they’re supposed to be easier?) IDK, I just. Didn’t fall in love with it. I might try this one and Out There Screaming later but for now she's a DNF.

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I’m not DNF’ing this one for good I don’t think, it was just not the campy slasher read I for some reason thought it would be and it was like. Rich people being assholes to each other a little bit?? Idk it wasn’t BAD, this was just not the time to read it for me. I AM planning on picking it up again. Eventually. Down the road. Ish.

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Grocery Trip

Ship: Jack Torrance x Sweeney Warren ("And They Were Roommates" AU)

Word Count: 1505

Summary: Jack, Sweeney, and Danny go on a trip to the grocery store. CWs for mentions of divorce and custody, mentions of Jack's poor relationship with Wendy, mentions of food, mentions of alcoholism and alcohol, allusions to the incident that led to Jack's sobriety. (Accidentally breaking Danny's arm when he was three)

Tag List: @canongf @futurewife @rexscanonwife

Sweeney Warren and his relatively new boyfriend, Jack Torrance, had been going steady for about a year after Jack had become his new roommate. Before that, however, Jack had gone through a divorce with his now ex-wife, Wendy Nobbe, leading to discussions of custody and what was to be done with their young son, Danny. It was clear Wendy held little trust for Jack, no matter how hard he tried to better himself, but in his own self-loathing he agreed that he could only see Daniel on Fridays and Saturdays. Sweeney hadn’t quite grown used to it, having had no direct experience with children before Jack introduced him to Danny, but he tried his hardest to be polite and follow the young boy’s lead.

When Jack had brought Danny to their apartment one evening, Sweeney realized they were in desperate need of groceries.

“Shit. We didn’t go shopping for the kid,” he muttered to Jack in the hall while Danny set off for their living room.

“Welp. Guess we’re going shopping,” Jack shrugged before calling over Sweeney’s shoulder. “Don’t get settled in quite yet, Doc, we’ve got to run a quick errand.”

“But we just got to Sweeney’s apartment.”

“Yeah, I know, buddy, but you want to eat dinner, don’t you?”

“C’mon, I’ll get you a treat if you’re cooperative,” Sweeney added, turning to the boy. This seemed to persuade him, as he quickly went back to the door while Jack put on his boots and a leather jacket. Sweeney followed, slipping on his sneakers and grabbing a notepad and pen from the kitchen to jot down exactly what they needed.

“Everyone ready?” Jack prompted shortly after patting down his pockets to ensure he had his keys and wallet.

“Yep. Ready, Dan?”

Daniel nodded and the three set out into the night, stuffing into Jack’s Volkswagen beetle, once the colour of cherries but looking more rusty and faded nowadays. Sweeney never cared for the car and dreamed of investing in a secondhand hearse, but it wasn’t exactly a realistic goal for the time being. When Doves Cry played softly on the radio, prompting Sweeney to hum along as they passed tall streetlamps. Occasionally he glanced into the backseat, watching Danny watch the other cars on the road with vague curiosity. When they reached the grocery store, Jack wasted no time finding a cart.

“You want to help Sweeney with the list?” He prompted his son, who nodded determinedly. He looked to his boyfriend and smiled. “Lead the way, darling.”

“Alright Danny, the first thing on my list is milk.” They set off for the refrigerated aisle, making Sweeney shiver as Danny opened one of the doors for him.

“Here,” Jack said before he could reach for the milk jug, draping his leather jacket over his shoulders. “You always complain about being cold in stores, I don’t know why you don’t just bring a sweater or something… maybe it’s all a ploy to steal my jackets, now that I think about it.”

“Ah, you’ve caught me,” Sweeney placed a dramatic hand on his forehead and picked up the milk with the other. Out of the corner of his eye he caught Danny’s amused expression and smiled softly to himself. “Yes, tis I, Sweeney Warren, the great jacket thief.”

Jack gasped, matching his energy. “Doc, can you believe that? My boyfriend’s a criminal mastermind! I say we lock him up and throw away the key.”

Danny giggled, closing the refrigerator door.

“You’ll never catch me alive, copper,” Sweeney squeezed Jack’s hand playfully, “hey, Dan, if we move quickly on to the frozen aisle we might be able to leave him in the dust!”

He tapped the boy’s shoulder lightly and set off at a brisk walk to the next aisle with Danny bounding along behind him, still laughing.

“Oh, you think you’re clever, eh?” Jack called after them, pushing the cart along at a leisurely pace and grinning to himself. He was more than happy to see his son and his boyfriend getting along. After all, Sweeney was as much family as Wendy was, in Jack’s opinion. Without Jack’s help, Danny wouldn’t even have existed in the first place. He paused at the end of the aisle, gazing at a six-pack of beer. His battle with alcoholism was ongoing. After an accident involving Danny as a toddler, the incident that convinced Wendy he was a monster undeserving of forgiveness, Jack had determinedly cut back on his alcohol consumption. In fact, he considered himself practically sober. He had only broken his dry spell by drinking himself to sleep on the couch the night Wendy announced she wanted a divorce, and had split a beer with Sweeney when he first moved in…

What really tempted Jack when it came to alcohol was not only the feeling of freedom that came onto him when he drank, but the social aspect of it as well. He used to have drinking buddies. Friends. Friends that goaded him into drinking more. He hadn’t realized he had moved to open the fridge, picked up the six-pack, and dropped it in the cart, until he came around the corner and paused beside his boyfriend and son.

“There you are, I…” Sweeney trailed off, putting a frozen pizza and a box of waffles into the cart, glancing down at the beer. “Jack?”

“Hm?”

Sweeney stepped closer to him, caressing his cheek and speaking deliberately. “Is it a good choice for you to drink around your kid?”

The words shocked him into the present, making his hair stand on end. “Fuck… I-I’m sorry…”

“No, no, it’s okay. I’ll put it back. You’re okay.” Sweeney looked over his shoulder, “Danny, help your father find the cereal aisle, I’ll join you in a second.”

He tenderly bumped his forehead against his boyfriend’s and retrieved the six-pack from the cart, returning it to the refrigerator aisle. Jack watched him go, despite Danny’s nonverbal insistence that they do as instructed, gently tugging on the front of the cart. This is how he knew Sweeney was truly the one for him. He didn’t snap at him like Wendy might’ve, or suggested that he was devolving back to his old ways. He simply reminded Jack that he had choices, and his choices had outcomes. It was up to him to decide what outcome he wanted. And what he wanted was a nice night with his boyfriend and son. Sober.

“Dad…”

“I’m here, Doc. Cereal aisle, right?” Jack followed Danny through the rows of shelves until they reached it, soon joined by Sweeney.

“What kind of cereal does Wendy let him have? No, scratch that, hey, Danny, what kind of cereal do you like?”

Danny eagerly handed Sweeny a box of Cocoa Pebbles.

“Excellent choice. We won’t tell your mother,” Sweeney winked and placed it in the cart. “Do you like to watch The Flintstones?”

Danny nodded. “My favourite is Dino.”

“He’s funny, isn’t he? We need to pick up some coffee next, y’know you’re dad can’t function in the morning without it.”

Jack rolled his eyes, smiling. Once the cart was fully stocked up, they began to approach the registers.

“Do I get a treat?” Danny asked.

“I think so. You’ve done very well. Jack, what say you?”

Jack nodded. “I second that. Go ahead and pick out something nice, Doc. But no gum, alright?”

The young boy rushed forward to examine the shelves of candy just before check-out. Jack and Sweeney watched him, side-by-side.

“What’s it like, being a dad?” Sweeney asked.

“Hey, you’re getting your free trial right now,” Jack responded, wrapping his arm around his waist. “Well, it’s not this easy all the time but Wendy and I… ah, we got lucky with Danny. Sure, sometimes I think he’s a little spacey, but he’s a good kid. I’m proud that he’s mine. And hey, maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll get to call him yours, too.”

“You mean, you think he’ll call me ‘dad’ someday?”

“Or some equivalent. Why not? I don’t foresee us breaking up anytime soon… right?” He pressed his nose against his boyfriend’s.

“‘Course not…” Sweeney’s eyelids fluttered. As they were about to pull into a kiss, Danny tugged on Jack’s jacket, still settled on Sweeney’s shoulders. He held up a Snickers as the two men pulled away from each other.

“Add it to the cart,” Jack instructed patiently, smirking at the flush on Sweeney’s cheeks. Even though this particular trip to the grocery store had not been much of a hassle, it was a relief to get back into the car knowing they’d be returning home with food waiting to be cooked.

“You know, there’s a video rental place not far from our apartment. You want me to skip down there while the pizza’s cooking?” Jack asked lowly, hoping to surprise Danny with a fun movie.

“That sounds fantastic, Jack. I don’t really have the energy for games so anything that’ll maybe ease Dan into bed works for me.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Jack.”

[simscapades]

Gretchen Kwon by @hookareh

After being sent home Gretchen tried her hand at stand up comedy.  She had some minor success but soon grew tired of the limelight. And she instead switched lanes to the corporate world by starting her own company, manufacturing and selling clothing to pets. It’s currently in the top 10 of Sim Nation’s most successful companies in that business.

The experience of stand up gave her a boyfriend in club bouncer Ulysses and she has since meeting him finally experienced her first kiss( and then some). The couple currently live with their “baby”, the pug, Princess Kiki of Puppington - Kiki for short, in a small but fancy villa in New Crest.

[vinvantae]

Hiiii, omg I’ve just finished the last part of baby steps and bestie I basically RAN into reading all of your fics and one shot and you are SO talented. I’ve had this idea for ages but I suck at writing so I propose this to you. Feel free to don’t write this if you don’t like it or to change what you want but I was thinking of a one shot with Danny ric where the reader lives in Ireland or Scotland and she’s a super simple person, who lives in a cottage and loves incense and crystals and Daniel goes to her house after the last two shitty races (especially Montreal, I will never recover) and they just enjoy each other’s presence, she bring him to some nice place in the nature and he just get a fully recover in the calmness of countryside and stuff. Basically just a lot of fluff. Thanks if you’ll do this, again, I really love all your work 💜💜💜

Wow, thank you so much! 🧡 hope you enjoy it x

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His grip was tight on the steering wheel as he coasted through the narrow country lanes - tall bushes lining the roads, the smell of wildflowers and the sound of birds chirping filled his senses but he couldn’t focus. All he wanted was to be with you.

Nothing in his life felt more like fate than meeting you - you weren’t an avid sports fan or even a big traveller, but one night in a tiny bar in island changed it all. He’d treated himself to a small trip to a remote town after Silverstone, and he’d never expected to find the girl of his dreams strumming the guitar up on a small stage. Her voice twinkling through the air, capturing the attention of the patrons.

As soon as you’d stepped down, he couldn’t help but swoop in and he was glad he did. From the moment you first spoke he was smitten, and now, just over a year later, you’d become his sanctuary. His little hideaway from the world.

Your small cottage was nestled away in the Irish countryside, like something out of a fairytale with Ivy crawling up the walls, vegetables in the garden and your chickens clucking at his feet as he opened the gate.

“Ladies.” He chuckled softly, trying his best not to trip over them as they gathered around him. “Been a while, hasn’t it?”

“I think they thought you forgot about them.”

The smile that took over his face at the sound of your voice was instinctual. “My love.”

He carefully stepped passed the birds to sweep you up into a bear hug, your legs hanging in the air as he swung you - tearing delighted giggles from you. His favourite sound in the world. You wrapped your arms around him, nuzzling into his neck.

“Missed you so much, I’m sorry about the races, darling” You hummed softly.

“Don’t care about that right now. Just happy to be here with you, y/n.” He purred, pulling back enough to look in your eyes - the fond sparkle that he loved in them. “You wear that just for me?”

He gently placed you on the ground and twirled you - taking in every inch of you in your cute summer dress.

“Perhaps. But, I’ve got a cup of chamomile tea with your name on it, my love.” You tugged his hand and led him inside. “So no getting distracted by how cute my butt looks.”

Every time he came to visit you, he felt more and more at home. It didn’t need to be grand and flashy like a lot of his friends home, and admittedly his own, it was all you. From the little crystals dotted around in specific locations, to the soft smell of incense in the air and the one too many crocheted blankets folded up on the old rocking chair - it was just peaceful.

“Hungry?”

“Just tea is fine, thank you. Want to spend time with you.” He smiled softly, earning a gentle kiss on his forehead before you disappeared briefly into the kitchen.

He sat on the sofa and took a deep breath- if you had told him a year ago that he would’ve ended up with a girl like you, he wouldn’t believe it. You were calm, quiet - everything he wasn’t - and you helped ground him in a way no one else had done before. After you placed the cup of tea on a coaster in front of him, he wrapped his arms around your middle and pulled you against him.

“Careful!” You giggled, adjusting yourself to sit more comfortably on his lap, legs stretched out over the sofa.

You cupped his jaw and brushed the pad of your thumb over his stubble.

“You look tired, darling.” You whispered. “Do you wanna talk about it? Or do you just wanna chill out?”

He leant into your touch. “Can we talk later? Just… I want to enjoy this, enjoy you.”

You nodded and kissed him sweetly, before passing him his cup. “Should be perfect to drink.”

While he sipped his drink, you stood up from his lap and grabbed a book and sitting back down beside him - propping your feet up on his lap. Dan closed his eyes and let his head fall onto the back of the sofa. No one truly understood him like you did, no one else would be happy just to sit in the quiet and just enjoy being with him like you. Everyone else wanted jokes and laughs but sometimes he just wanted to wind down.

“I think Gale is warming up to me you know, she didn’t peck my shin like usual.” He hummed, opening one eye to look at you.

“I think she was just surprised to see you… but, seriously, I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too. This is exactly where I want to be right now. No one else, no obligations. Just us.”

You gave him a kind smile, leaning forward to kiss him sweetly. “Just stay as long as you need, my home is your home.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, darling.”

The two of you spend the rest of the day relaxing and after his two rather shitty races, through no fault of his own, it was the perfect escape. And as the sun began to dip behind the earth and the soft thrums of your guitar filled the air - he knew that this was exactly where he needed to be.

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Just a little one, hope you enjoyed it :) I’m not gonna put my taglist on this right now because I’m very tired and wanna sleep!

[danielxricciardo]

Where do we go from here

Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Chapters: 1/?

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3,015

Playlist for the series

It was your fault when you agreed to go to Monaco. After what happened the last time, you swore you would never go back there. Because it fucked with your mind and soul. You were crushed and your best friend had to scrap you off the floor for weeks, he had to remind you to shower and to eat. Knowing he will be so pissed you chose to go back to him, you didn't tell him you were leaving for a week until you were on the plane. His reaction was everything you were expecting, he called you a bitch and he advised you not to get back to him with a broken heart to cry on his shoulder then he hung up on you. Sure, you both knew you will cry on his shoulder after this week.

The entire flight you were questioning your life choices. How did you get there? You wanted - you needed to know how you allowed yourself to become dependent on a piece of affection from Daniel. You were trying to figure out when you became a sucker for him but you couldn't, maybe because you always were.

You'd always been good friends, ever since he moved from Australia to Europe. You were his first non-Australian friend and he was always been grateful for you and your friendship. You were with him even when he didn't ask you to and even when he told you he wanted to be left alone. That was your first choice. You went with him to almost all the junior competitions, until he reached Formula 1, you cried with him when he had a bad race and you partied with him on a podium or a win. Fuck it, 9 years later, you were still with him. Red Bull Racing was the team that helped him discover himself as a driver and gave him confidence that he could get far. After only one year in the team, he finished third in the drivers' championship with 238 points and secured the first fastest lap of his Formula One career at the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix.

But all this has consequences. The fact that he was so good and became so well known attracted many girls who wanted to meet him and be affiliated with him for increased media attention. The worst part was that he liked all the female attention. Who wouldn't like it? He could have a new girl every day and they would still not end. But Daniel was not the type to take such advantage of his name and his position in society, you thought at the time. But that was exactly what he did. At the end of the 2014 season, days would pass without hearing from him because he was too busy to enjoy the female attendance that crossed his threshold.

After a few months, you already had a pattern. For 5 days you would not hear from him and on Saturday morning he would call you with a guttural voice, asking you to come to his place. And you went there with some headache pills and for a few hours, you would listen to everything that had happened during the week with different girls. At first, it hurt a lot. To hear how your best friend and the person for whom you develop some romantic feelings, has fun, and fucks with different girls is not very ok, but over time the whole situation had become repetitive and you became immune.

But you didn't realize you became a regular girl in his bed too. The only difference between you and the tens, maybe the hundreds of girls before you, was that you warmed his bed on Saturday and Sunday. It was just you, all weekend, every weekend. You felt special. He gives you his full attention all weekend and you hope he doesn't need anyone but you, except that Monday was coming and you could see that to his right was another model looking for fame. But have you ever told him what bothers you? No. Because you'd rather share him with so many girls than not have him in your life at all.

So what happened when you ended up crying for weeks without eating or taking a shower? Daniel told you that he is done with all the girls and he wants to focus on his career. This is after in 2015 he finished the season in 9th place with only 92 points, without a victory, and only twice on the podium. Of course you were happy! Daniel was going to have only you in his life. But he told you that what was between you before, sex and everything else, must end as well. I mean, you had to go back to being just friends. But how do you go back to being just friends with the person you've shared the bed with so many times? Friends don't know the way you taste. Your luck was that you had to go for a visit to your parents for 2 weeks and you didn't have to see him. You had 2 weeks to lick your wounds and return to him without a broken heart. Troy, your best friend, was with you and he tried to put your heart back together. Just when he succeeded, you had to go back to Daniel as if nothing had happened. Broken heart? Who?

Making your own decisions makes you responsible for what comes out of that decision whether it was a positive move or not. Making your own decisions also allows you to make your own mistakes and learn from them. It was your decision to go back to Daniel, to your friend. It was hard to look at him and not want to kiss those fleshy lips but you could manage it.

"There she is!" you heard Daniel say as soon as the Nice Côte d'Azur airport gates opened. He was wearing his merch purple hoodie that you wore so many times before and a pair of black jeans. He had a pair of sunglasses on to keep him away from the press. You smiled. It's been 2 weeks since you've seen him and it's as if your heart has tightened in your chest. You really missed him. You ignored his calls because you didn't want to hear his voice and start crying on the phone and all the messages he sent you were deleted by Troy. You don't even know what he wrote to you.

"Hey, Daniel!" you said and hugged him. You were enveloped by the smell of his perfume and you smiled. He was your safe place. "Missed you."

He hugged you back and the force he put in that hug was enough to crush your bones. But it didn't hurt you. You wanted to be one with him, to be absorbed by him. Everything platonic, of course.

"Missed you too, Y/N."

The road to your house was not a long one but at that moment everyone seemed to be on the road at the same time as you so what needed to be a 45-minutes road trip was now more than an hour, and you were still in the car. The small talk already finished about your parents, your brother and your best friend, Troy, and about all the new things from your home town and at the moment in the car was an uncomfortable silence which none of you knew how to break.

"I tried to talk to you these 2 weeks, you know?" Daniel said and you swallowed loudly. You knew that at some point he would ask about why you didn't talk to him for two weeks, but you hoped it would take some time until then - you hoped you had more time to think about a pretty good reason.

"Yeah, sorry, I just wanted to focus on my people there, you know?" you bit the inside of your cheek until you felt the metallic taste of blood. You hoped it would be a pretty convincing reason but you knew after so many years of friendship that Daniel is not the type to press you if you don't want to say something.

"Yeah, I get it, I'm the same when I'm down under, y'know?" you both laughed, and for the first time in a long time you felt good around him. You felt yourself, no labels and no shoes to fill.

In front of your apartment block, after Daniel took all your luggage out of the car trunk, he leaned against the car, his hands folded, and looked at you.

"Aren't you going to help me get them up to my apartment?"

"Yes, in a minute," he says, still looking at you. "Would you like to do something tonight?"

You shrugged. You weren't tired after the flight, so you could have done something but you had so many questions. Just the two of you? Was anyone else coming? Any friends of his? Some girl? But you couldn't ask him, even if you were friends, you didn't want to give him the feeling that you were jealous. Were you jealous? You didn't have a reason just yet but you could become one.

"Sure. Do you have something in mind?"

"Remember Jay? He just opened a nightclub. Actually, tonight is the opening, he asked me to swing by for a few hours, want to go?"

"Yeah, sure, sounds like fun."

Daniel took two suitcases and passed you to enter the block, but he walked with the wheels over your toes.

"Hey, idiot, watch where you're going!" you yelled at him and immediately laughed. Daniel turned to you, laughing too. You didn't realize when you said it, but that was the exact phrase you told him when you first met.

You got out of the cab in front of the restaurant and slammed the door shut, despite the pleading of the driver to be gentle with his darling car.

You arranged your dress on your body and put your hair behind your ear. You were ready for this blind date that Ellie, your co-worker, planned for you. Of course, there were better things for you to do on a Friday night, such as drinking a bottle of red wine watching a few episodes of your favorite show. But you were there, prepared for a shitshow. You took a few steps towards the big glass door until someone hit you hard and made you unbalance and break a heel.

"Hey, idiot, watch where you're going!" you yelled at the boy that hit you. A tall, dark guy that made you lose the little balance you still had. A small amount of his curly dark-haired was peaking out under the white hoodie he was wearing and his brown big eyes were looking at you like you were a statuette that broke.

"So sorry," he said and the thick accent made your legs soft. Whatever accent that was, you knew you wanted to hear him talk non-stop. "Was looking for an address, I'm fucking lost."

"That's fine, maybe I can help you," you smiled at the boy and you took off your heels. One was already broken so there was no point in wearing them at this point.

"Oh, no, it's fine, you look so elegant, you must be dining with your boyfriend or something," he laughed and then saw the broken heel. "Bloody, I just broke your shoes, I'm so sorry!"

You laughed even harder at the panicked boy in front of you.

"No boyfriend, just a blind date I didn't even want to go in the first place so you saved me, I'm the one that should say thank you. Where do you need to go to?"

He came closer to you with a map in his hand. He showed you where he had to go and you explained to him that he was in the wrong part of the city but you were more than happy to show him the right way. But after you stopped at a boutique to buy a 5 euro pair of sandals.

"This city is not so big that you get lost in it," you told the boy, whose name is Daniel Ricciardo, he told you so. "How long have you been here?"

"Ugh, just a day, and I thought it was a good idea to go out and see the city, I even took this stupid map, but I still got lost."

"Okay, but why did you go out by yourself in the evening and not in the morning or, at least, when is sunny, y'know?" you ask him and point to his left, where you had to go.

"I woke up two hours ago. I slept for eleven hours with the whole time zone, jet lag, and shit and when I woke up I was hungry. I went to get some food and to visit the surroundings because why not," he shrugged.

"But where did you come from?"

"Perth, Australia, baby!" he smiled and leaned back, pulling his chest forward. Anyone could see how proud he was of his hometown.

"This is you!" you announced when you arrived in front of the apartment building, his final destination. He smiled so wide and hugged you.

"Thank you so much, you saved me!"

"No biggie," you smiled at him and then waved. "Bye, Daniel Ricciardo."

"Hey, hey, let's meet tomorrow for a brekky!" he casually announced.

"For a what?"

"Oh, sorry!" he laughed. "Forgot for a second you're not Australian. For breakfast."

"Sure, I'll come here at 9 so you won't get lost again. Bye, Daniel Ricciardo!"

"Bye, Y/N Y/L/N!"

"I'll come and pick you up at about 10 o'clock, ok?" Daniel announced just as he was about to leave your apartment after he got up all your luggage. "Sounds good?"

"Yep. All good."

"And wear something sexy!" he yelled as he was closing the front door. Something sexy? Why would he request a sexy outfit for a night out from you? His best friend. Sometimes Daniel made your head spin, that was one of those occasions, you didn't pay much attention to it, you just went to grab a shower.

The night had come too fast. Sure, you had enough time to put on makeup and do your hair, but you had no idea what to wear. You were sitting in front of the bed in your underwear, with three dresses lying on the bed when the clock struck 10 o'clock. You heard the front door open and close but you did not hurry to put something on yourself so that Daniel would not see you in your underwear; he saw you even worse than that.

"Hey, are you ready? Whoah!" he says and turns his back on you, with his hand covering his eyes. "You should have told me you were naked!"

You scoffed at him.

"Cut the crap and come help me pick a dress for tonight, Ricciardo."

Daniel removed his hand from the eyes and looked at you and swallowed hard. The underwear you were wearing was almost a silky one, black, that hugged your curves just right. He couldn't take his eyes off you and you loved all the attention.

"Stop drooling and come help me. Do you want to go to this club or not?"

Daniel came near you, his eyes were now on the push-up bra that lifted your breasts, making them fuller and bigger than they really were, and at that moment Daniel wanted nothing more than to touch them and play with them. But he remembered who was in front of him. He told his best friend that the sex games were now over because he was focusing on his Formula 1 career. That was not a lie at the time, but he just wanted to throw her in bed and make her forget the words he said that evening. He coughed a few times to regain his voice and then looked at the three dresses lying on the bed.

"That one," says the brunette and points to the short black dress that fits perfectly on your body. You would have chosen that one too.

"Ok, I'll be ready in a few minutes," you said and went to the bathroom to put the dress on. You adjusted your make-up and grabbed the bag and you were ready for a night out with Daniel. Or so you thought.

No one can see the dance floor, it's wall-to-wall people dancing to the club music. There's no room for any more but somehow Daniel was pulling my hand to where he knew Jay was sitting. The music vibrated in your ears and you were tempted to move to its rhythm, but you had to follow Daniel. After going through the whole room you reached your friend, the owner of the club. He told you that the drink for you was on the house and wished you a good time. Daniel announces that he is going to have a drink for both of you and leaves you alone among hundreds of strangers, driven by the same inner desire to get rid of inhibitions for a few hours that night.

The DJ moves everybody in ways no one has ever done before. Mixing the loud music on the turntables to the beat you desire to hear, the DJ watches the half-naked bodies of young men and women dancing around as if something has possessed their bodies. Men are wearing an undershirt, or no shirt at all, and pants. They eye the women who strut around in tank tops and tight dance pants or skirts, and who are smiling, and letting all their worries go away. A smile appeared on your face and look at the line at the bar for Daniel and you were pleasantly surprised to see that he was already looking at you. When you saw his smile you realized that the night will not end with you two still being just friends.

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Could I request a veterinarian reader taking care of one of Whiskey's horses on his ranch?

Sorry if that's too specific 🤣

Thank you my dear!!

After an hour of research, I picked something simple for the poor horse. But I feel I need to state that I am not a vet, I nave never gone through training, I never worked with a large animal vet, and I have not owned a horse. So. Any inaccuracies in this are my own. Also take this with a grain of salt. Or, y'know, a pile of salt. Whatever.

Honestly, this was a lot of fun. We got some nice soft Whiskey here! Because I am incapable of hurting anyone with these little requests.

Whiskey x gn!reader (although the term "darling" is used to refer to them)

No warnings. Nothing hurts. Everything is fluff.

Now presenting...

Run for the Roses

The call came late enough in the day that you were tempted to let it roll to voicemail, especially after the day you’d just had. Then you sighed and grabbed the phone. Your conscience wouldn’t let you ignore the phone.

“West Valley vet clinic, how can I help you?”

“Evenin’,” a man greeted in an easy drawl. “I’m calling for one of my horses.”

“Have we seen them before?” you asked, dropping into a chair at reception and pulling up the patient record program on your computer.

“Yeah, think so. Last name is Daniels. Horse is Buttercup.”

You paused for a moment once you had the profile up. A female palomino. Quarter horse. “Did you name her after Princess Buttercup?”

A rich laugh met your ears. “I did,” he admitted, not even a little embarrassed.

You huffed a little laugh. “What are her symptoms?”

“Lethargic, doesn’t want to eat a lot. She had some discharge from her nose earlier,” Mr. Daniels listed. “I’ve got her separated in the barn.”

“Good.” You checked his address, then the map on your phone. “I can be there in about 45 minutes, Mr. Daniels.”

“Thank you. I’d be much obliged.”

“I’ll see you then.” You hung up. Time to close up for the night. Your tech had gone home early, and your receptionist was out sick, so it was just you. You skipped vacuuming, turned off all the lights, and locked up. That would be good enough for tonight. You’d just get in early tomorrow to clean properly before patients.

If you were lucky, you’d be home before dark. If you were lucky. You were starting to doubt that.

The drive was an easy half hour – you’d missed most of the traffic. The property was set back off the road, and as you drove down the long private drive you couldn’t help but marvel. The property had to be huge, but it was mostly open, and clearly well tended. Grass stretched out on both sides of the private drive, with trees dotted here and there that you could see. Fencing stretched out back beyond the house – like a paddock. Probably, anyway.

You parked out front of the house, getting out and grabbing your field bag with all your to-go goodies.

And then you got your first look at Mr. Daniels as he waved to you, coming around the side of the house.

He was tall, dressed in a white t-shirt and jeans, a rag still in one hand. Dark hair fell across his forehead, and even at this distance you could easily see teeth gleaming in his grin. Hoo boy.

“You must be the new vet,” he said, holding out a hand to you. “Heard a lot about you when you took over for Dr. Buffum.”

“Hopefully nothing too awful,” you joked, taking his hand and giving it a firm squeeze. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Daniels.”

“Jack, please,” he said, waving for you to follow him. “Barn’s right back this way.”

You followed him around the house and across a stretch of open land to the barn. You could see two other horses out in the paddock. “So, which one is Westley?”

“The black,” Jack said without missing a beat. “The bay is Inigo.”

You laughed at that, shaking your head. “Well, I have to admit I approve,” you told him.

“Thanks. Not as many people get it as you’d think.” Jack opened the door into the barn, and you took the initiative to walk over to the only horse in the barn. She was a beauty, but clearly not feeling well.

The exam didn’t take long, since she didn’t fight you at all, and you let yourself out of the stall. Jack was hovering nearby, practically vibrating with anxious energy.

“Just a cold,” you assured him. “She should be fine in a week or so. In the meantime, keep her in here so she doesn’t pass it on to the other two. Make sure she has plenty of water, and keep everything clean. You can try soaking her food too. Call me immediately if she gets any worse.” You dug out one of your business cards that had your cell number on it and handed it to Jack.

“Thank you,” he said, tucking the business card in his pocket and then eyed you for a moment, apparently debating something. “It’s gettin’ late. Can I interest you in a drink before you have to go?”

You hesitated. He was a client… But it was late, and you wanted some normal human interaction. “Sure.”

Jack grinned at that, clearly pleased. “Come on in,” he told you, leading the way back to the house. There was a nice wrap around porch with a few knickknacks strewn about – an errant boot, a spade, a hammer. You smiled at the sight. You stepped through the mudroom into the kitchen, and washed up while Jack poured iced tea for you both.

“How’s town treating you?” he asked, handing over a glass.

“So far so good.” You took a sip and smiled. “The people here are nice, certainly. It is a big change for me, though. I’m more used to city life.”

Jack chuckled. “Just a little different,” he teased. “I hear you on that.”

“Oh?” You raised an eyebrow at him. You’d have guessed the property was inherited – you’d seen some mementos and things that looked old, in the brief look you’d gotten.

“Used to live and work in New York,” Jack said, leaning back against the counter. “Traveled a lot too. Fortunately I don’t do near as much of that anymore.”

You smiled, curious. “Where all did you travel?”

“Oh, all over,” Jack said, waving an airy hand but with a mischievous grin. “You’d be surprised where all stockholders live.”

“Where do you work?”

“Statesman distillery.”

You made a face. You couldn’t help it. Sure, you liked whiskey just fine, but the distillery itself was an oddly-shaped tourist attraction.

“Now what’s that look for?” Jack asked, standing up a little straighter. But humor gleamed in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, I know you have no control over it, but the main building is just… ugly.”

Jack threw back his head and laughed. “Well, darlin’, you’re not exactly wrong.”

Your heart stuttered at the endearment. It had been… a very long time since anyone had called you anything like that. “Don’t worry, I won’t hold it against you,” you managed to quip.

“Mighty kind of you.” Jack smiled. “Do you drink?”

“Sometimes.”

“You’ll have to come by sometime. I’ll give you the tour myself.” Jack winked.

You snorted. “I don’t tend to have a lot of free time on weekdays,” you told him.

“S’alright, we’ll make it work on a weekend.” Jack shrugged, unbothered. “Brunch and a tour.”

You paused at that before a slow smile crossed your lips. “That sounds an awful lot like a date.”

“Doesn’t have to be if you don’t want,” Jack was quick to backtrack.

You smiled. That was sweet of him. He was very attractive. And polite. He clearly cared about his animals. “A date sounds nice. Tell you what, I’ll come over before brunch to check in on Buttercup again. And then I’ll let you drive.”

Jack’s smile widened to nothing short of blinding. “I like that plan, darlin’,” he murmured.

“Saturday?” you suggested, a little shy. It was only three days away. But you could admit, if only to yourself, that you liked the attention. And the conversation.

“Is ten o’clock too early?”

“Ten is perfect.” You smiled and, a little reluctantly, set your glass of iced tea aside. “I should get home before it gets any later.”

“What do I owe you for the check up?” Jack asked, walking you to the front door.

You shot him a grin. “You can buy brunch on Saturday,” you flirted. “Pretty sure I’m getting the better end of this deal.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” Jack smirked at you, confident and flirty. “But you got yourself a deal. I’ll see you Saturday.” He caught your hand and pulled it up to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

“See you Saturday.” You managed to get the words out even as heat flooded your face. Jack released you and you carried your bag back to your car.

The drive home was uneventful, and you reheated some food for a late dinner. You were getting ready for bed when your phone buzzed, and you frowned. Who could be texting you this late?

Decided I couldn’t wait until Saturday to talk to you again. Text me tomorrow? I’ll be stuck in meetings all day and could do with some rescuing.

A grin split your face. You couldn’t help it. If you weren’t careful, this man would worm his way into your affections very quickly. Part of you wondered if that would be such a bad thing.

So, with an impish grin, you sent one message in response.

Sounds terrible. I might even have to do an in person check to make sure they’re not mistreating you too badly. We’ll see if I can fit you into my schedule. Sleep well. 😘

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“You’re so tan.”

Harry looks up to see Louis holding out a hand for him. The smile on his face is blinding, brighter than the early morning sun over the harbor. He laughs as he takes Louis’ hand and steps off the ramp from the yacht onto firmer ground. 

“You’re one to talk,” he says as they start walking down the dock. He lets Louis lead the way, admiring his husband’s – his husband’s – dark tan, earned over two blissful weeks of laying out the deck, swimming, and making up for lost time in consummating their marriage. “Your skin is practically golden.”

“How is it,” Louis starts, pulling Harry close and dropping his voice as he nuzzles his ear, “that even after an entire honeymoon of fucking every chance we got, I still want to ravish you?”

“Lou!” Harry pushes at his chest, laughing as he looks around to see if any of the security guards flanking them overheard. Louis had indulged Harry’s exhibitionist streak only once on the honeymoon, jerking him off in the water as servants bustled around the deck above, setting up a meal for them, and Harry wasn’t expecting him to rile him up before they even got to the car.

“You can hardly blame me, darling,” Louis says, nodding at the attendant who holds open a door for them. “You’re so… what would you Americans say? Hot.”

Harry scrunches his nose, trying to hide his fondness. He knows Louis is just putting him on; he’s traveled the world many times over and is more familiar with American expressions than he pretends. He loves it though, this joke of theirs, and he wants to keep this moment for them – and not for the tourists who he can see out of the corner of his eye, their cameras trained on Harry and Louis approaching the car. 

When Harry sees Daniel waiting outside, scanning the parking lot with one eye as he waves them forward, he realizes that he’d missed the familiar face. The scheduling had permitted for his vacation time to coincide with the honeymoon, but Harry’s not sure how Daniel spent his time off. Harry opens his arms for a hug when he reaches him, but Daniel shakes his head, ushering him into the back seat and closing the door. He thumps his hand on the trunk, and the driver pulls out of the lot. 

Oh. Well. They’ll just catch up later, then. 

Louis reaches across the seat, taking Harry’s hand, and they sit in companionable silence, looking out the car windows as they speed through the streets. It only takes a couple of minutes for Harry to notice that something is different. There’s always some kind of construction project around the principality, ensuring Louis keeps his “builder prince” nickname, but there are new rails and safety mesh all along the road by the harbor and what looks like new foot bridges going up, all with the Tag Heuer logo front and center. These aren’t renovations or a new building going up; it looks like they’re preparing for an event. A large one.

“Lou?” Harry gestures vaguely at his window. “What’s all this?”

“Oh, I forgot that you wouldn’t know,” Louis replies, squeezing Harry’s hand as he ducks his head to look out Harry’s window. “This is all for the Grand Prix.”

“The Grand Prix? When is that?”

“In about a month. They started preparations right after the wedding.”

The thing about F1 racing is that Harry doesn’t know anything about it. Well, that’s not strictly true: He knows that several successful F1 drivers live in Monaco, including Niall and a guy he met at the wedding named Lewis Hamilton whose suit was almost more gorgeous than Harry's. (Almost.) But when the races are and if they’re all called Grand Prix and what preparations go into one, he doesn’t have a clue. And he’d been so focused on the wedding that if anyone had been talking about it during the last couple of months, he must have missed it completely.

“Say your husband was American,” he starts, turning to look at Louis and admiring the twinkle in his blue eyes before continuing, “and he didn’t know anything about whatever the plural of Grand Prix is–”

“It doesn’t matter, the plural and singular are pronounced the same.”

“–how would you explain why preparations start,” Harry pauses, calculating in his head, “six weeks in advance?”

“Well, the Monaco Grand Prix is special, obviously. The country essentially becomes the race track.”

“What, like, the public streets?”

“Exactly. It’s quite a feat. More logistics than the wedding if you can believe that. Every year is the year I expect something to go horribly wrong, but we always manage to pull it off.” 

The car pulls through the gate to the palace and Harry wishes that the drive was a little longer, not quite ready to see honeymoon Louis disappear into Prince Louis. Honeymoon Louis sleeps in late and never looks at his phone when Harry’s trying to talk to him and laughs constantly. As much as Harry loves Louis in the real world, it had been amazing to see him at his most relaxed and content. Carefree. 

“Bonjour! Hello! Welcome back!”

A security guard opens the car door to reveal a beaming Liam, dressed in a dark suit and holding a clipboard.

That’s it. The honeymoon is officially over. 

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Chapter 35 - Not everyone fancies Jazz.

Episode 2. *Earlier that day, at the crack of dawn the sun still rising, a group of drunk people was making it across town, some more drunk than others. As they walked by a diner, a large portion of them wanted to go inside and grab a bite of breakfast, before heading home.* Ezra: Hey the diner is open! Wanna go in? I'm fucking starving! Daniel: *He laughed warmly* EeeEEEeeEy I'm coming, and you're coming with me! *He grinned at Sophie, his arm wrapped around her shoulders* Sophie: *She chuckled amused* I suppose I don't have any other choice! *She chuckled again and grabbed his hand* Well come on then! *She started slow running towards the diner, catching up with Ezra whom was a few meters ahead of them.* Andy: *He chuckled hoarsely and shook his head at the others* We all know neither of you two *he looked specifically at Ezra and Daniel* have any money to pay for anything! Ezra: Nuh uh! I brought my wallet *he smirked* Andy: So why was I paying alcohol for you and your mom all night?! Willow: *She cackled like an old witch* Andy: Great, so you're both hustling me now! *he frowned soft but couldn't help but chuckle* why am I even surprised? *He looked around a bit.... Malou, Jackall and Evan were walking a few meters behind them, but there were suddenly no sign of Dalton? He quickly followed the herd into the diner and grabbed onto Malou's arm as she passed him on the way in* Where's Dalton?

Malou: *She frowned deep* You know? I don't fucking get it Andy! I thought something was maybe happening between us? He asks me to sit on his lap for pics, he flirts with me all night, or at least I thought he was, but I guess I'm just delusional?! He then grabs my hand and has this romantic walk with me through the snow, being all playful and shit. Then he gets a phone call and disappears to the other side of the street *she pointed at some lawns across the street* Which can only mean it's her again! He even gave her his new number so he's reachable again! I just... in one moment he seems single, and interested might I add... the next he's back to being stuck in the past and looks like he's considering going back to his ex!! I'm just *she sighed* I'm just tired of hoping for a miracle. I just want my breakfast so I can get home to bed!

Willow: *She smiled softly as she stood next to them, and wrapped an arm around Malou's shoulders* Or.... how about you come home with Ezra and I? We were heading to his place... you can crash on his bed if you want, we were going for a movie marathon.... Maybe we could have a little girl talk... Ezra is really good at that!

Ezra: *From across the room* HEY! That was supposed to stay between us!

Willow: *She chuckled lightly* Oh shut it child! *She smiled back at the others* What do you say? Dad you're welcome too!

Andy: I'll pass *he looked back out the windows, but got distracted as Daniel asked what he wanted to eat* Uhh *he quickly headed in the direction of the others*

Willow: What do you say darling? *she smiled encouraging* maybe a bit of time apart can make him realize what he's missing? I say you come with us, and stay as long as you wish. Ezra wont mind sleeping on the couch *she smiled soft*

Malou: *She looked out the window, no sign of Dalton* Yeah *she nodded soft and sighed* Yeah! Fuck this!

Willow: That's the spirit!! *She chuckled hoarse* come sit with us!

Andy: *He overheard the convo, and as his own order was done, and the rest was already eating and lost in deep drunken conversations, he asked for his food to go, and headed back out in the snow, determined to find Dalton, at the very least to make sure he hadn't slipped and was laying in the snow somewhere. He spotted him just a bit down the road, sitting on a bench, looking absolutely miserable* Hey man *he walked up to Dalton with a soft smile, and gently kicked his boot to get him to look up at Andy*

Dalton: *He looked up with a forced smile* What's up?

Andy: *He looked a bit to the side as a car passed them, and to his surprise noticed it was a cab, instantly reaching his arm up and whistled, smiling satisfied as the cab stopped* Hey *he looked back at Dalton with a small encouraging smile* You wanna get out of here?

Dalton: *He looked at the diner, then the cab, and to Andy's surprise quickly got up* Yeah!

Andy: Okay? *he said surprised, and quickly followed Dalton to the cab. They didn't talk the whole way, although he wanted to, but it seemed awkward and out of place, in front of an audience. So as they stopped in front of Dalton's house, he regretted the ride was already over, and it was time to part*

Dalton: *He got out the door, slammed it behind him, walked to the cab drivers door, paid the man then turned and looked at Andy through the window* Are you coming?

Andy: ..... oh? *He looked a bit confused at the cab driver* I'm sorry, I'm assuming that means there will only be one stop after all?

Cab driver: Yes, he already paid me, the money is settled

Andy: Uh okay *he quickly stuck his hand in his pocket and fished out a 100 dollar bill* Well I don't have anything smaller *he reached the bill to the cab driver* so I guess this is your lucky tip day!

Cab driver: No Sir, thank you, but I can't take that, he smiled, he already tipped me a more than fair amount.

Andy: Look we both know the pay as a taxi driver isn't the best, and it's Christmas, I want you to have them *he smiled soft*

Cab driver: Thank you Sir, that's very kind of you.

Andy: *He smiled soft* Yeah well...

Cab driver: Sir, if you ever need a taxi, here's my direct number *he reached a business card to Andy* Call me night or day!

Andy: Thank you *he smiled soft and stuck it in his pocket* Have a nice day! *Then he quickly headed out the door, and caught up with Dalton, just as he stepped into the house*

Dalton: It's over *he threw his keys on the floor, and kicked off his boots, letting his jacket drop to the floor on his way to the kitchen*

Andy: Oooowkay *he looked at the trail and quickly got his own outdoors clothes off, following Dalton to the kitchen*

Dalton: *He had already poured them two glasses of alcohol, already chugging down his own, hanging over the kitchen counter*

Andy: *He slowly walked up to the table, putting down the bag of food*

Dalton: *He sighed soft* what's in that bag anyway?

Andy: Fries, eggs, bacon...

Dalton: Hm...

Andy: *He smiled softly* There's enough for you, if you want... I was hoping to find you...

Dalton: You were? *He looked a bit unimpressed at Andy and filled more liquor in his glass*

Andy: *He shrugged lightly* Yeah... so I could get you out of the cold. I was worried about you.

Dalton: *He sat up more straight now, observing Andy* You were?

Andy: *He chuckled soft and stuck his hands in the food bag, dragging out the food, placing it on the counter in front of them, then sat down next to Dalton* Don't be so surprised that I care about you...

Dalton: After the phone call I just had, I'm surprised anyone would think I'm worth anything beside a public figure!

Andy: *He shrugged again* I see you, before I see all the other stuff... well, I used to see all the other stuff first, but I always *he shook his head and chuckled, grabbing the drink, taking a large sip* never mind, it's stupid!

Dalton: *He straightened up completely now* No, tell me...

Andy: I always saw you beneath everything else, and I always liked what I saw... *he looked at the fries rather shyly and chuckled* Yeah well *he quickly grabbed one and started munching* You should eat while they're still hot!

Dalton: *He sighed deep, observing Andy, and in this moment there were something so inviting, almost magnetic about him. And Dalton found himself very drawn to the guy sitting in front of him. He grabbed a couple fries and started munching* This... *he gestured at the food* was pure brilliance! Thank you! I really needed this!

Andy: *He smiled soft and sipped his drink and continued eating quietly, deciding he had already said more than enough!* Dalton: *As they were done eating, the more than tipsy Dalton got up and started clearing the table* Andy: *He hurried up, and although he was definitely tipsy too, he was far more on the sober side than Dalton, so he quickly grabbed most of the garbage and turned around to head for the garbage can, just to bump straight into Dalton* Ungh!! Dalton: Heyyy! *he chuckled lightly* Andy: I'm sorry! *he chuckled nervously* Dalton: It's alright *he quickly headed to the sink with the glasses and passed Andy on his way out the kitchen* I'm going to my room. Andy: *Was that an invitation? He quickly rushed after Dalton* Was that an invitation? *He whimpered soft as Dalton was already on the second floor, and hurried after him. He stepped into Dalton's room carefully and looked at him, already sitting on his bed, lighting a cig* Was uh... was that an invitation? Dalton: close the door behind you. Andy: Okay *he quickly closed the door and lit a cig on his way over to Dalton. He walked around his bed and sat down next to him* Are you alright? Dalton: *He shrugged lightly* I knew it was coming for months... maybe more than a year.... no... *he frowned deep* even longer than that to be honest. I tried my best to work on it. She didn't. She just gave up on us. A long time ago. And I was stupid enough to keep coming back for more every time she promised me things would change. I was the one who finally ended things this morning... it had been on my mind for months, and I finally got the courage some days ago, which is why I left her my number, so she could call me back. *He sighed deep* I am perfectly sure that this is what I want. So then why am I feeling this.... empty inside? Andy: I think that's inevitable, when we part from someone we used to love or care for. Specially if we still do. Dalton: *He sighed deep and stood up, pulling the blinds down, leaving the room in almost complete darkness* Andy: Okay? Does that mean end of conversation? *he chuckled hoarsely* Dalton: No *he reached forwards, lighting a lighter, then lit 3 tall candles, standing on his bedside table* I was just tired of the brightness... I wish the night was still young so we could just chill, and listen to music... getting drunk... not caring about all the shit for a while! Andy: We already pretty drunk *he chuckled again* and I mean.... no one says the night has to end yet... is it really day if there's no daylight to prove it? *he smirked* and you got a laptop, which means youtube is right there *he gestured at the laptop* And honestly, there's no place I would rather be right now, besides I have no plans.... so.... I'll just send a quick sms to Evan, so no one goes searching for me in the snow. Dalton: *He smiled softly* are you sure? Andy: Yeah man *he smiled brighter* specially when you keep leaning over that table like that *he wiggled his eyebrows at Dalton's butt, to try to lighten the mood* Dalton: *He chuckled lightly and shook his head, then stood up* I'll go grab something to drink for us. Would wine be okay? Andy: *He nodded eagerly* Sure! *As Dalton left the room, he quickly typed up an sms, making both Evan and Congo the receivers. 'Hey! It be me! I'm inside, safe, warm! Don't worry! I'm at Dalton's and it looks like I might be staying till later! Party on people! :* :* :* <3 ' Dalton: *He entered the room few seconds later, seeming a bit more cheerful, as there were now a somewhat large smile on his face* Andy: *He chuckled lightly, as he observed Dalton, pouring wine in two glasses, wondering what he was suddenly so happy about?* Dalton: So *he said as he sat down next to Andy, handing him one of the wine glass* you fancy my bum? Andy: *He snorted into his wine glass and quickly sipped it* Yeah... I mean... what's not to fancy? it's delicious... Dalton: *He grinned wide and satisfied, then sipped his wine* good to know! *he quickly leaned over the laptop and got it woken up, finding his way to youtube and some jazzy album, not too upbeat, not too slow* So, anything else you fancy about me? *he said as he pulled his legs up in bed, crossing them, sipping his wine* Andy: *He chuckled hoarsely and felt his cheeks blush, quickly drinking a large mouthful of the wine* Uhm... let's not get into that Dalton: Why not? *he chuckled amused and sipped his wine* Andy: Uh *he chuckled hoarse and rather nervous* cause uh *I think you're rather fantastic, but someone very dear to me is also in love with you, and it wouldn't be appropriate to get in between that* cause I find you pretty amazing overall *he regretted it as soon as he heard the words escape his mouth and quickly took a sip of the wine* I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that Dalton: *He smiled soft at Andy and leaned forwards, planting a light kiss on his lips* I'm glad you did *he said as he sat back down on his spot and sipped his glass* Andy: *Definitely more blushing, quickly emptying his glass* why do you kiss me when you're drunk? *he frowned soft and wondered why the fuck he couldn't seem to keep his mouth shut?!?!* Dalton: *He shrugged lightly* I guess I can just get pretty friendly when I'm drunk? I apologize if I stepped over a line, and if you want me to stop I respectfully will Andy: No it's not that... I was just wondering, it doesn't bother me... I just... *he sighed softly* am I the only guy you- Dalton: No *he shook his head lightly and continued speaking as if it was no big deal* I have kissed one of my bands mates several times, not like making out or...well maybe a bit one time, but it was just for fun at a big party... I just don't see a big issue in kissing a man if I fancy kissing him... it's just something fun I like to do, to show affection. Of course it's not something I do with just anyone, it's something I do with people I feel close enough and comfortable enough to do something like that with... people I'm sure are like-minded and wont think it's weird, or line-crossing or get offended *he sipped his glass lightly and noticed Andy's empty glass* Do you want more? Andy: ..... kisses or wine? *he chuckled teasingly* Dalton: Well.. *he grabbed the wine and poured some in Andy's glass* I technically meant wine... but both, sure... *he grinned cheekily at Andy* Andy: *A goofy nervous chuckle escaped him, so he quickly laid down across Dalton's bed, but careful enough to not spill any of the wine*

[anothersadsimp]

Baby, it’s Cold

Agent Whisky x Reader

Words: 1186

A/N: Yes it’s based on a Christmas song but it is not a Christmas imagine. It’s just cold bro. 

You don’t quite know how you became friends with Jack Daniels, AKA Agent Whiskey, became friends. You despised how he chased almost any woman, finding it a little despicable. But he had a good heart and after what happened with his wife, you couldn’t hold it to him.

Your friendship had made you two become an unstoppable team when dealing with bad guys. Everyone knew the real reason why you two were so insync with each other, but of course you two deflect it as a friendship. When people asked you about it, you often got embarrassed and blushed a bright red. Whiskey however, played it off saying some smooth line in his sweet southern accent.

You both had gotten back from a mission and debriefed with Champ. You were exhausted but when Whiskey invited you to his place for a drink you couldn’t decline his offer. Being around him always gave you a warm sense of comfort, which perfectly contrasted the cold winter winds.

It was dark out except for the Christmas lights people lined their wire fences with. He had a plot of land a little ways from the Statesman Brewery with a modern, but humble house sat upon it. It was silent out, a stark contrast from where your mission was, and holiday music played softly among the white noise of your driving.

When you pulled up next to the house he waited by his car for you to come near him before heading to the door. He ushered you into the dark house and turned the entry light on before shedding his wool lined denim jacket.

“Make yourself at home.” He said as he took your coat to drape it over the welcoming sofa.

He walked off to a little cupboard grabbing two small glasses and some whiskey as you plopped down onto the thick cushions. You kicked your shoes off and layed down fully on the couch. Jack walked by you placing the glass in your outstretched hand before plopping himself down onto a chair placing the bottle on the coffee table.

“You okay there darling?” He takes a sip of his drink, staring at your relaxed form.

You sigh and sit up to down the amber liquid in one big gulp. “I’m just tired. One of the informants just damn near talked my ear off.” You sigh and reach over pouring yourself another glass.

He chuckles before taking another small sip, “Yeah you never were one to socialize.”

You roll your eyes before taking a small sip of your drink. You lean back against the couch cushions, head hitting the hard part of the back and turn it to the side to look at him.

“How are you so chipper all the time?” You ask, you can tell he’s tired but he's just as happy as ever.

“I guess I’m just a ray of sunshine darlin’.” He has that dazzling soft smile as he says it, making you feel weak for a moment.

“Ray of sunshine my ass.” You grumble, and his smile widens at your quiet words.

You smile, chuckling with him. His breath gets caught in his throat for a second at the sight, he couldn’t help it with how the low light hits your face.

He loves the comforting silence as you both sip away at your drinks, but he cant help but want to hear your voice. It doesn't take long for you two to fall into your normal shenanigans where you laugh and talk about weird, embarrassing moments during missions.

After you had finished your second glass, you check the time to see it's half past 12 in the morning. You sigh and put your glass on the table, turning to him with your hands resting on your thighs.

“I should get going.” You say quietly, not wanting to move for multiple reasons.

“You sure you should be drivin’ after a couple of drinks?” He asks, already worrying for your safety.

“Yes. You of all people should know that I can handle my alcohol.” You whisper up at him, as you both stand up.

“Baby, it’s awfully cold outside.” He counters.

“That’s why I have a jacket.” You say as you hold it up for him to see.

You both are in the foyer, one of your hands is on the door knob behind you as you face him. He steps close to you, closer than usual, and grabs your empty hand. He raises your hand pressing a kiss to it, before nuzzling his warm face into your cold hand.

“You know there’s a storm blowing in, roads are gonna be dangerous.” He whispers as he moves the hand that was holding yours to your face, rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

You both are caught in a trance, looking into each other's eyes. You’re so captivated by his gentle look, to where you almost miss his eyes glance down. You both don’t realize how you are slowly moving your faces closer to each other, feeling the warm breath on each other's faces.

“I can handle myself out there.” You whisper back.

“I know darlin’, I know.” With that he closes the gap between you.

His lips are soft, a bit hesitant in case you wanted to back out. To his surprise you press yourself further into him, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him down to you. His hands rest at the top of your hips, one of them digging into the shirt under the jacket you wore. One of your hands takes the silly cowboy hat off, as the other hand runs through his curls causing him to sigh.

You both pull back, foreheads still resting against each other. You’re a little out of breath from the kiss, and you refuse to open your eyes for a moment.

“And here I thought whiskey couldn’t taste any better.” He says with a stupid smirk.

Your eyes shoot open, and a blush runs up to your face. He chuckles at the reaction you had to his words, loving how he can affect you.

“Tastes even more delicious from you.” His smile doesn’t leave, even as he leans down to kiss you again.

This kiss is more passionate and instead of warmth surrounding you, it's heat. You whimper into him, the one hand holding his hat drops it to come up to grab the hair at the nape of his neck. His hands find their way to your ass, pulling you flush against him. The movement causes slight friction with the jeans he’s wearing causing you both to moan into eachothers mouths.

You pull back this time, needing air in your lungs. He smiles again at you panting from what might have been one of the best kisses in your life.

“You sure you don’t wanna stay?” He’s cocky now, he knows you can’t turn him down after that.

“I guess I can stay the night.” You sigh happily.

He pulls you in again for another kiss, and starts walking you back to his room where he kept you warm for the rest of the night.

[lilyk879]

Steve’s Daughter and Bucky’s Son

A/N: Sarah Rose Rogers and Daniel James Barnes have been dating for months with no one knowing. They like it that way. Bucky x Wanda and Steve x Natasha. Told from Sarah’s POV. Overprotective Steve. I know Bucky and Wanda are odd but I could see them together so I’m pairing it. Obviously Vision is dead in this.

Summary: Daniel and Sarah get caught together

Sneaking out of my house is hard enough, but sneaking out of my house and into another house owned by a super soldier is even harder. Hell impossible, but I’m going to do. Midnight the start of my plan, everyone in my family is already asleep making it the perfect time to sneak out. I sneak out my window and into the tree so conveniently right there. Daniel’s house is right down the road so no need to drive. I sneak around the back of his house, his parents keep that door unlocked. So far so good no hiccups yet. “Hello beautiful.” I hear a strong familiar voice say as I’m closing the back gate. “Daniel oh my god you scared me.” I say throwing my arms around him. I connect my lips to his quickly leaving him little time to react, but he still manages to kiss me back with in milliseconds. Somehow we end up in the hot tub in our underwear I’m not going to complain though. “Daniel maybe we shouldn’t do this here in your parents’ hot tub.” I say pulling away from him gently. “Alright let’s find our clothes and take this somewhere else.” Daniel says kissing me softly. Neither of us move waiting to see what the other might do. Several minutes we sit there, me straddling him, our faces inches away from each other, the hot tub roaring, and the intoxicating smell of my perfume mixed with his cologne. “Why on Earth is the hot tub on? Daniel? Sarah? Oh my God both of you out of there now and for God’s sake get dressed.” Bucky practically screams. Oh no this isn’t going to end well. “Daniel can you bring my clothes over?” I ask trying to stay quiet. “Of course darling.” He whispers back. Once we get dressed and dried off the questions start. “Does your Dad know you’re here?” First question mine to answer. “No.” “How long have you 2 been dating?” Second question up in the air Daniel takes it. “6 months.” “How long have you been doing that?” Oh God not this question Daniel please answer. “That’s none of your business.” Oh thank God he answered. “I’ll call your dad and tell him you’re here. First thing tomorrow you are back at your house.” Bucky says very annoyed. “Ok, but where am I suppose to sleep?” I ask just glad we aren’t getting a lecture just yet. Daniel chimes in saying, “My room, I’ll sleep on the couch.” I look at him asking, “Are you sure?” He smiles taking my hand saying, “Yes, let me be a gentleman.” I know he’s not going to give up on this so I oblige heading up to his room while he walks into the living room. The next morning I wake up hoping it was all a dream. It wasn’t. I walk downstairs Bucky is already up standing by the door. “Good morning time to get you home.” He says sternly with Daniel bringing over my shoes. “Thanks Daniel.” I say with a small smile. The sun isn’t up yet so we walk back to my house with flashlights. “Young lady welcome back.” My dad says as we walk up the front steps. “Thanks Buck for bringing her back.” He adds as we all walk in the door. I sit down at the counter followed by Daniel sitting next to me. “Bucky filled me in on what happened but I want to hear it from you two what happened last night?” My dad asks sternly. “I snuck out, met up with Daniel at his house, we got a little carried away nothing happened though, and Bucky caught us making out.” I say in a matter of fact way. “Nothing happened you two were in your underwear.” Bucky says right after I’m done talking. I roll my eyes saying, “Fine nothing was going to happen.” My dad looks at me saying, “No one believes that I would like to but given your behavior I don’t. Now, Sarah go up to your room Daniel I want to talk to you for a minute.” I squeezes Daniel’s hand letting him know it’ll all be okay. “I’m going back home to get some sleep just send him back over at some point.” Bucky says walking towards the door, but before leaving he adds, “Daniel don’t think this is the only lecture you are going to get today your mother and I will be talking to you later.” I can see Daniel turn ghost white so I stick around out of my dad’s view but in audial range. “Daniel I like ya kid I do, but leave some room for Jesus with my daughter. I know she isn’t 10 anymore but she will always be my little girl. Now that I know you two are dating there will be ground rules; one like I said leave room for Jesus, two no kissing in front of me, three get her home by 10, four doors open, and finally five respect her always.” He says finally done lecturing, but he asks, “Am I understood?” Daniel still ghost white answers, “Yes, sir.” My dad smiles slightly saying, “Good now I think it’s time you head home.” Daniel smiles in my direction before leaving for the door. “Young lady you can come out from behind the corner now.” My dad says. “I wasn’t eavesdropping I promise.” I say both of us knowing I’m lying. He sighs saying, “I know you were, and what were you thinking sneaking out in the middle of the night?” I smile asking, “Do you really want to know what I was thinking?” implying I was thinking about Daniel in a less than innocent way. He makes a disgusted face saying, “Gross, I didn’t need to know about that. Since you have made it clear my ground rules mean nothing to you let’s hope they mean something to Daniel. If not then none of that ‘we forgot’ or ‘heat of the moment’ bull crap; be safe always.” I smile saying, “Understood, and dad thank you for being ok with me dating Daniel.” I hear my mom scream, “Wait you’re dating Daniel Barnes?” Oh god here we go again.

[komkommertijd]

F1 2020 Grid as German rap songs

Since the 2020 season has come to an end, I thought it might be a good idea to finally share this thing that I’ve been working on since June. I have no idea as to why or how I had this idea, but I’m sure I’m not the first one to do this, anyway. I’m sorry to all my fellow Germans in advance <3

Disclaimer: I translated all of the lyrics myself so some things might not be completely accurate, for which I can only apologize. I do not agree with the way some rappers portray women, so I made sure to steer clear from those lyrics.

(post under the cut because it got kinda very long whoops)

Lewis - Vintage (RIN)

Oh Lord, wo soll das Ganze enden? Fahr' so schnell, ich wechsel' jede Woche Bremsen

[Oh Lord, where is this supposed to end? Driving so fast, I’m changing brakes every week]

It’s a song about being a champion, living a luxury life, nice clothes, and well...driving fast cars. Any more questions? Rin is one of my favorite German rap artists, so I just had to include his songs, and this one makes you feel like a real badass, just like our king Lewis 😌

Valtteri - In meinem Benz (AK Ausserkontrolle, Bonez MC)

Du siehst mich im Benz sitzen, so wie Lewis Hamilton

[You see me sitting in a Benz, just like Lewis Hamilton]

It’s kind of obvious why I chose that song, right? Other than that specific line there are some more parts about how much the rapper apparently loves his Mercedes and this song just screamed Valtteri to me.

Charles - NENENE (Fero47)

Sitze bald in roten Ferrari Geben Gas in der Hood Ruf' ich danach, "C'est la vie!"

[I’ll soon sit in a red Ferrari Rev up in my hood Shouting “C’est la vie!” afterward]

Ignoring the entire part about Monte Carlo and all the French words, this specific part just always reminds me of Charles when I listen to the song. More badass vibes but less seriously so because I can’t take Fero’s voice that serious at all, which fits Charles.

Sebastian - Ferrari (Eno, MERO)

Roter Ferrari Ich gebe Gas in einem Ferrari Roter Ferrari Yeah, ich sitze tief in einem Ferrari

[Red Ferrari I rev up in a red Ferrari Red Ferrari Yeah, I’m sitting deep inside a Ferrari]

There’s a part about “rolling with [a] bro in a white Mercedes” and my brain said Sewis rights. Other than that, this is once again a rather obvious choice, if not all that up to date anymore. Some lines about racing on the German highway, so of course I had to go for Sebastian with this one.

Max - Fame (Apache207)

Die Rapszene ist nur ein Affenzirkus In dem kleine Kinder gern mit Waffen hantieren Ich steh', wo ich steh', weil ich bin, wer ich bin Und nicht weil hier irgendjemand Apache platziert

[The rap scene is a madhouse Where little kids like to make use of guns I stand where I stand because I am who I am And not because someone places Apache]

This simply gives me Max vibes, I don’t have much more to say as an explanation. It just feels right, with criticism towards mentally “weaker” individuals and the confidence in making a name for oneself based on own achievements and hard work. Also, Apache has become a rather popular musician in the past year(s) (especially to obnoxious 5th graders, all tea no shade), which is just...Max, I won’t elaborate.

Alex - HONDA (Ansu)

Hold on, kommt was Schnell – Konter Dreamer, besonders – Willy Wonka Auto – Honda

[Hold on, there’s something coming Fast - Counterattack Dreamer, special - Willy Wonka Car - Honda]

I mean, it’s a song about a Honda driver? I struggled quite a bit with finding a song for Alex, but when I first listened to this song, my mind threw his name at me in blinking neon letters, so this is the vibe we’re going with - a funky fast Honda driver <3 (PS: I have no clue what the Willy Wonka thing is about but....why not)

Carlos - Habibi (Casar)

Sie schreibt: "Habibi", denn sie vermisst mich Ich fahre weit davon mit mein'n Hermanos

[She texts me “Habibi” because she misses me I drive far away with my hermanos]

I can only listen to the word “hermanos” so many times without my mind associating it with Carlos, so this one was a rather obvious choice for me as well. Also, there are some parts about Spain in this song so I had to be lame and do the obvious with this one.

Lando - 500 PS (Bonez MC, RAF Camora)

Ich drück' aufs Gas, hör' die 500 PS Fahren durch die Stadt, GTA Los Angeles

[I step on the gas, hear the 500 HP Cruising through the city, GTA Los Angeles]

This one’s a solid mainstream German rap song (not that I’d call Lando a mainstream person), liked to some extent by most people, and it gets you moving, which reminds me a lot of Lando. Cars and mentions of a video game make for a hit and Lando unites just that in person as well.

Daniel - Emotions 2.0 (Ufo361, Céline)

Baby, nimm einen Schluck Dom P. für die Emotions Ich erhöhe deine Dosis So viel Schmuck Mehr Drip als ein Ocean

[Baby take a sip Dom P for the emotions I’m increasing your dosage So much jewelry More drip than an ocean]

A bittersweet love song with rich boy summer vibes and one of my favorite German songs to be released this year, in fact, it’s my most listened to song on my phone, make for a combination that just screams Daniel to me. This song hits different when driving into the sunset in a fancy car or when biking through town at 1:30 am on three cans of Red Bull (believe me, I tried), and always reminds me of better times. It’s the ideal song to sing and rap along to, so that matches Daniel just fine.

Esteban - Einsneunzig (Brown-Eyes White Boy)

Bin fast einsneunzig, stell' mich auf die Bündel, das' ein Weltrekord Lass' die Zeit Revue passier'n, selbe Jungs und selber Ort

[I’m almost 1.90, stand on a wad of cash, that’s a world record Let’s recall the past, same guys and same place]

1.90 meters as a reference to Esteban’s height, obviously, simply made sense to me, once again. The second line reminds me of his feud with Pierre, so I had to choose this song. It’s better than Ratten im Hof (rats in the yard), and this reminds me of a wannabe gangster, which just screams Esteban to me, I’m sorry <3

Pierre - DAS RENNEN (RIN)

Ich hoff', eines Tages, wir gewinn'n das Rennen Wie bei Red Dead Redemption Irgendwann der Letzte wie Shanks Spinner Rims glänzen

[I hope one day we win the race Just like in Red Dead Redemption One day the last like Shanks Spinner rims are shining]

I know no one will believe this story but I started working on this post like half a year ago and I chose that song for Pierre back then and uhm, manifestation worked, I guess? Once again, I’m a big fan of Rin’s music, so choosing this song for Pierre is a bit like selfcare. The lyrics mention changing the world and well, so far Pierre has as least changed my world 😌

Daniil - One Night Stand (Capital Bra)

Ty moja ljubimaja Takaja diwnaja, krasiwaja-ja Sprawjedliwaja, njepobjedimaja Ty moja-ja, Baby, ty moja-ja

[You are my darling Such a wondeful, beauty Fair, invincible You’re mine baby, you’re mine]

I really hope I got that translation more or less right but other than that, I didn’t simply choose that song based on the Russian part. It’s a song we used to listen to a lot a few years ago and one of those from the days where Capital Bra was famous but less so than he is today. It reminds me of simpler times and it’s a pretty vibey song that, if you allow it to, draws you in and makes you dance. I have a soft spot for Daniil and the song reminds me a bit of him.

Lance - Bronx (Veysel)

Du musst doppelt zahlen, deshalb krieg' ich es umsonst Audemars, Yves Saint Laurent, eine Villa irgendwo Audemars, Yves Saint Laurent, ein paar Villen irgendwo

[You have to pay double that’s why I get it for free Audemars, Yves Saint Laurent, a mansion somewhere Audemars, Yves Saint Laurent, a few mansions somewhere]

This is a song that you have to listen to on high volume in a fast car, one that once again has really badass vibes. It’s nice to rap along to and hard not to move to. The rich boy vibes in the chorus that I’ve included in this post are pretty inevitable and logically, I had to associate that with Lance. When I turn this song on, everyone enjoys it, and I think Lance deserves to evoke that emotion in everyone as well.

Sergio - AVENTADOR (Dardan, Eno, Noah)

Roll' im Aventador Ich fahr' grad vor Gebe Gas, sag': "¡Adiós!"

[Roll in an Aventador I hit the road Step on the gas, say “¡Adiós!”]

I mean yeah, I could have chosen that song only because of the Adiós but that’s a bit lame even for me. Instead, the entire fast car vibe reminded me a lot of Checo. I’ve always had a bit of a soft spot for him and this year he once again showed people ([coughs] my brother) that he’s been severely underestimated. So stepping on the gas and outpacing everyone else felt like the right vibe.

Kimi - Sorry Not Sorry (Monet192, Takt32, badmómzjay)

Was du für Karriere machst, mach' ich als Hobby Was du für Probleme hast, interessiert keinen

[What you made your career, I do as a hobby What problems you have, no one cares]

The title itself embodies Kimi and so does the entire song. The not giving a shit vibe, paired with the mention of the hobby thing as an indirect reference to the famous Kimi quote about seeing his job more as a hobby, are just 100% Kimi. I really couldn’t have found a better song for him. 

Antonio - Maserati (RAF Camora)

Capo dei capi Trip noch im Alfa, doch bald Maserati

[Capo dei capi Trip still in an Alfa but soon in a Maserati]

I did very much not choose the song because “capo dei capi” (the boss of bosses) is a mafia related thing, but because of the Alfa part, duh. Roadtrips in an Alfa along the Adriatic coast are cool and all but a Maserati is obviously the main goal, and that reminds me of Antonio quite a lot ~for some reason~. The entire part about making it far in life without a “serious” job is just very F1, so the vibes are there. Happy very belated birthday Toni <3

Romain - HOCH (CRO)

Alles holt dich down, lass es einfach los Und die Dinge unter dir sind gar nicht mehr so groß Ich schau' nach oben und auf einmal geht's hoch

[Everything drags you down, just let it go And the things below you are not as big anymore I look up and suddenly it goes upwards]

This song is just very peaceful and calms my mind when I listen to it, which radiates the same comforting vibe as Romain. The topic of rising despite things dragging you down are a very prominent topic here and reminded me a lot of him, especially with him leaving Haas and everything around that. It just feels nice to listen to a bit of an uplifting song once in a while, and this one does it in a way that still allows you to feel calm and safe, which is something I associate with Romain a lot.

Kevin - Vorbei (Nico Rosseburg, Sierra Kidd)

Sag mir bitte, wie passe ich die Zeit? Der Augenblick war schön, doch es ist vorbei

[Please tell me, how do I pass the time? The moment was nice but now it’s over]

With Kevin leaving F1, I had to go for this song for him. It’s a bit more of a sad topic (so am I with the knowledge of him not being there next year) but without making the entire thing sound melancholic. I only really learned to appreciate Kevin this year and I’ll miss having him around, so this song kind of fits that idea for me.

George - 20 Zoll MAE (Celo&Abdi, Bonez MC)

Ich fahr' mit Schrittgeschwindigkeit, so wie ein Don Hättest gerne meine Felgen, aber wirst sie nicht bekommen

[I drive at walking pace like a Don You’d like to have my rims but won’t get them]

Making this solely about driving at walking pace would be a bit mean but there’s a part in the song soon after about looking beautiful in a Mercedes, so that’s pretty much George. The song just carries that fun vibe and the subtle (not really) flex, which makes it great to listen to if you want to get in a happier mood. It’s a song about Mercedes rims, of course I had to choose George 😔

Nicholas - Standard (KitschKrieg, SFR, Trettmann, Gzuz, Gringo, Ufo361)

Treff' mich in Miami, fliege nur noch First-Class Nur noch unterwegs, kriege Heimweh

[Meet me in Miami, only flying first class anymore Only on the road anymore, getting homesick]

More ~rich boy vibes~ and a song that has been playing what feels like 24/7 on MTV Germany the last two years. It got so bad that some people around me still reply in the trademark Gzuz voice when someone uses the word “standard”. Anyway, I associate this song with Nicholas because just like KitschKrieg did with their first “own” song, Nicholas has joined the game and left an impression on everyone, in one way or another, and I’m willing to see/hear more of that :)

[simscapades]

Penny Hyatt by @fataleromeo​ (& Daniel Ross)

Daniel and Penny are still together - AND STRONG!                                            It didn’t take long until they found an apartment, making it their own , and moved in together. They were best man and bridesmaid respectively at Jazz and Lowell’s wedding.

Daniel still works as a free lancer, his latest assignment was environmental concepts for the videogame [REDACTED] while Penny works as a designer at a clothing - retail company. She’s thinking of maybe trying out being an art consultant in the future.

In the future they’ve talked about eventually getting married and possibly having a few little ones but for now they are just happy being together.

[thirstyandbeautiful]

Okay I was split on soft or sexy but then I realised we are all hoes here lets just go straight to the sexy (if that's okay, you can still do the first meet or soft courting if you want first).

Carriage rides through the country are long and dull, but thankfully you have two perfect husbands more than willing to fend off the boredom. Michael pulls you into his lap and lets Daniel distract you with kisses while he loosens his trousers and moves your skirts out of the way. What follows is halfway between cockwarming and riding as the natural bumps in the road do all the work for you. If you have to be carried when you arrive at your destination well that's no one's business but your own.

~Bridgerton Anon (btw W I love you thank you so much)

longgggg overdue, but it’s here!! thank you so much for your patience and for this wonderful idea!

Bridgerton Aussies!AU  (Carriage) Riding

The soft light from the lantern hanging off the door of the carriage illuminates your face until your skin glows, the shadows around your collarbones enticing your men. All the while you stayed oblivious, gazing out in the dusk darkened forest around you, lost in your own little pretty head. You had been in the carriage for at least an hour now, returning from a dinner party. You were restless, tired, in desperate need of a bath to relax yourself and a nap. 

You squirmed in your seat and Daniel could barely stand it, his fingertips twitched where they were laid over his knees. His vest felt too tight, the regal thickness of the deep purpled hued grey feeling heavier and heavier as his thoughts got louder and louder.

With the length that ached and grew between his legs. 

When he looked beside himself to your shared husband, his mind was momentarily brought back to the present and he had to stop himself from laughing. 

Michael was as bewitched as he was. His face was blank, his eyes so clearly locked on the expanse of your chest that was exposed. The chest that he had been licking Daniel’s sweetness off of at the start of the day that was quickly leaving them. 

Daniel looked back at you, at the complete fantasy you were. Your long dress was a soft lavender, almost white looking if not for the shadows that accenuated the darker tones in it. It scooped down over the tops of your breasts, making you look full and delectable. The sweet chain that hung around your neck was dainty, thin, with a small pearl in the center of it. It glittered on your chest with every bump in the road. 

His hungry gaze followed the skin of your chest to your shoulders, where he felt himself frown. Daniel would be lying if he said he didn’t prefer you in something that draped off your shoulders, something with a corset, something that showed off everything he loved to kiss, lick and bite. But he hadn’t been home when you dressed for the day, Michael had been. 

So you had settled on something sweet, light, and flirty. Something that Michael either gifted you himself, or picked out that very morning, perhaps even helped dress you in. A shapeless dress that pooled out around you from the neckline. It made you a shapeless mirage, a mirage that he wanted to get lost in. After all, he knew all that was promised underneath all that fabric. 

“Darling,” Michael’s voice has Daniel’s gaze snapping up to your face, “come.” 

Daniel shivered at the simple tone in the low husk his husband spoke in. One of his warm, large hands held out to you. He watched your gaze, looking at Michael and him back and forth before putting your hand onto Michael’s. A soft gasp left your lips when you were hauled into his lap. 

Daniel felt his chest rumble with the growl he let out at the sight of your lips parting. His hand rested heavy on your leg through the material of your dress as he waited to follow Michael’s lead. 

“Are you tired, our love?” He asked gently, one arm wrapped around your waist while the other hand lifted to gently stroke your cheek. 

You nodded meekly, placing one hand over Daniel’s as the other fisted into your silky dress. 

“Then we’ll not let you do any work, will we?” Michael turned toward Daniel, giving him a wink. 

Daniel had seen such a cue before. 

You giggled as Daniel leaned toward you, his hand reaching behind your head to bring your lips to his. Your mouths met passionately as he brought you closer, sliding you on to one of Michael’s legs instead of his whole lap. You whimpered against Daniel’s lips as his fingers wove themselves through the base of your pony tail, tugging before nipping at your lip. 

The sound of a button snapping caught everyone’s attention, and Daniel drew back, looking at you with a sly smirk as he knew exactly what was to happen. Your eyes widened so sweetly, so innocently as the look of realization settled in. 

Michael grabbed her forearms, drawing her back while Daniel shoved up her skirts. For what looked like a lot of material, it was rather easy to pool over her and Michael’s knees. Daniel wished he could always hear a gasp such as the one you let out when your bare hip touched his bare pelvis. The thick hardness that pressed into the underside of your thigh with promise made you shiver. Your hip pressed into Michael’s stomach, your body sideways to face Daniel as you sat fully in Michael’s lap. 

“Help me, won’t you?” Michael rasped in Daniel’s direction.

At a simple nod, both men lifted your lower half, and your eyes slipped shut in anticipation. Anticipation that soon left you as Michael filled you. So full you felt, stretched so tightly by his length. He burrowed deep into your core, sitting you fully on himself before wrapping his arms around your waist, humming as he gently kissed your shoulder. You opened your eyes to the sight of Daniel holding your hands, kissing across each and every knuckle as he stared deeply into your eyes. 

You squeezed Daniel’s hands, and squeezed Michael inside you. You bit your lip and looked back and forth between the two men who seemed content as ever. The storm brewing inside of you raged on, and you waited for your men to drown in it, but they made no move towards you. When the carriage went over a bump, you were jostled in your lover’s lap and whimpered at the way you clenched around the thickness that was squeezed into you. 

“Shhhh...” Daniel held his finger up to his full lips, distracting your emptying mind as your gaze traced the swollen curves of his Cupid’s Bow. “Enjoy the ride, dearest.” 

You whimpered and jerked your hips, ready to throw a fit at which ever game the boys thought they could play. You were tired, restless, bored and trapped in a wooden box for the foreseeable time, and they chose to add to such torture. Your pout became heavier as Daniel swatted the tops of your hands. 

“None of that, now.”

You whimpered, your lower lip jutting out past your top lip. You turned your head to look at Michael, but his cheek was rested to your shoulder, and from what you could see, his eyelashes weren’t fluttering. He had his eyes closed. You pushed yourself with your might, your pelvis baring down on his where you sat in his lap. You felt your quivering cunt swallow up his cock deeper as your juices seeped from you, wet and hot as you took him. 

Michael hummed, “Our pretty little wife said she was tired, didn’t she?” 

His head lifted, but he did not spare you a glance before his eyes were locked with Daniel’s. Daniel nodded in agreement at his question, confirming what would most likely be nothing short of a drawn out tease. You could only hope that the reward at the end would be as equally excruciating in the best of ways. 

“So, it stands to reason that we should allow her to rest?” Daniel nodded at Michael, “and not ravish her within the confines of this carriage for the rest of our shared time here, yes?” 

You looked at Daniel, watched his thick throat swallow as he nodded slowly. The sweet honey brown of his eyes, sweet as him, were barely visible, the insatiable animal that ravaged you nightly was coming to the surface as the blacks of his eye expanded to the outer rims of the warm brown. 

“So,” Michael’s breath hit your shoulder, making you turn towards him and catch his intense gaze, “she will sit snug and warm on my cock. For the rest of the ride.” 

Your breath left you stunned. “The rest of this ride?” You mumbled out. 

“Yes, darling, the rest of the ride. Just as you are.” 

You whimpered, your bottom lip shaking as you looked at Daniel for solace. Surely, your impulsive and ravishing lover would not allow your pleasure to be drawn out to the thinnest of sensations in such a way. He would not allow you to be reduced to a cockwarmer when you could be so much more. When they’d used you for so much more. 

“I believe there’s a happy medium in such an instance.” Daniel spoke thickly, licking his lips as he caught the gloss sheen in your eyes. 

“You reckon?” Michael’s amusement draped his words. 

The carriage shook as Daniel shifted to take up the padded bench you had been on across from your husbands. 

“Yes, a very happy medium.” 

You turned your head, wrapping your arms around Michael’s shoulders as his stretched around your waist. You looked inquisitively at him, wincing as another bump pressed Michael that much deeper into your depths. 

“Let go of him, love.” Daniel spoke softly, his hands reaching for your dress. 

Daniel watched as your eyes widened, watching his hands drag your skirts up until your union with Michael was on display. Daniel looked longingly at how tightly wrapped the rim of your pussy stretched around the girth of Michael, his balls drawn up, giving away how excited and devoted Michael was to the slow torture for you both. 

“The windows-”

“Leave them.” Michael and Daniel spoke simultaneously, their hands waving yours away from where you tried to cover your indecent state. 

You looked out into the woods as you passed trees, the darkness in the woods making it impossible to see what was beyond the first few feet outside the carriage. The thought of anyone being behind a stump and having the clearest of views of your husband having you as only the both of them could made a thrill rush down your spine. You knew Michael could feel how you gushed around him. 

“Turn her, sweetness. Let you both get what you need.” Daniel’s voice was low as a whisper as he spoke to Michael.

You looked at the look your husbands exchanged before you were knocked breathless by the sudden manhandling you were contorted by. Michael’s grip ruthlessly turned you on his cock, so your back was pressed to his large chest. Your back arched as you whimpered, your thighs squeezing shut as your cunt held him in its grip. It was so snug, you were sure he could feel the steady heartbeat in the walls that held him. 

You let out a screech as Daniels hands grabbed your knees, pushing them apart before Michael lifted his legs, trapping your knees on the outside of his as he ruthless spread them. You trembled in his lap as your cunt ached and the little pearl the men liked to suck on between your lips swelled. Daniel hummed as his hands dragged across the softness of your inner thighs, his eyes trained on the joining of his spouses. 

The sound of the coachman announcing a rougher patch ahead had your husbands excited. Daniel grinned from ear to ear, Michael was chuckling against your shoulder, all the while you whimpered as you tried to settle and relax your body over his. 

“Good timing.” Michael teased into your ear, taking the lobe into his mouth for a soft suckling. 

You whimpered as the first few bumps came, the length inside you remaining hard as it moved inside you from the carriage moving. The thought that the road, the carriage, the fucking dirt, was fucking your husband’s cock into you made you all the more turned on. 

And while you should have been mortified that you were spread and on display with the windows of the carriage wide open, you found yourself desperately looking into the darkness beyond the road. You hoped there was someone to watch how your lovers took you. The thought made your nipples tighten in your dress, heat upon your face, and you resisted the itching in your hands to pull your expensive silk dress over your head. You longed to be bared for and used by your husbands and your shared discretion. 

“Please.” you moaned. 

“So pretty, with such good manners.” Daniel praised you.

“Here, love, have it all.” 

Michael leaned back, drawing you back with him as he slunk down in the seat, his hips lifted as whimpered and cried into the air above you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as the heavy skin beneath his cock pressed to the swollen nub that shined with your juices between your spread lips. 

You both called out as a harsh bump had his hips bump into your behind, the blunt head that you loved to lick at stabbed at the deepest parts of you. The abrupt cushion at the end of your cunt’s tunnel singing in pleasure and pain as the head rubbed into it. 

The bumps kept coming after that initial one, and you found Daniel biting on his fist as you whimpered in Michael’s lap. His length still plugged you and still knocked at your womb.

“This is where I’ll stay when you let us try for baby.” He mumbled into your ear, your orgasm washing over you like a heavy tide on shore. 

As your wits came back around you, you wondered how many more you would have before you’d reach home. 

[paintdface]

moths to a flame: one

“i know you don’t like to think of it as a celebration, but i couldn’t help myself.” he shrugs his stocky shoulders. calloused hands reach for the crystal and holds it in the air. “because if anything, we can celebrate that night bringing us together. i’m happy you’re in my life.”

reader x din djarin horror/thriller modern au.

tw: blood, kidnap, hospital mention, some mentions of nsfw content. 

word count: 3.4k.

A/N: i hope you enjoy this story as much as i enjoy writing it. i would love to hear what you think of it! a pinterest board for this story is here. the preface to this part is here. the header is by @/packsparadise. 

… twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two.

your eyes fly open beneath the surface of the water. everything above is obscured by the bath water. you can barely make out the tiles on the walls or the color of your shower curtain. you wait a few more seconds to see how long you can stay underwater before you spring to life. bath water sloshes over the sides with a quiet splash. you gasp for air like the way you did years ago on that godforsaken road. this time you don’t feel the icy air fill your lungs and you’re grateful. gripping the sides of the tub, you fix your gaze on the dripping faucet, feeling your heart race in your chest. your ex-therapist told you to focus on something when you felt this way— when you felt like your heart was going to leap out of your chest. 

that was the only good thing they ever taught you.

sinking back into the water, you let the bath water sit at your chin. it’s cold now. cold and still. you’ve been in the bath so long your fingers are pruny. a foot peeks out of the water, painted toes curl around the shower valve to turn on the hot water. you welcome the feeling of warmth again. 

your gaze drifts from the faucet to the phone resting on top of the bathroom counter. although it was turned off, you kept it close just in case. you dreaded the inevitable moment you’d turn it back on. you would be greeted with missed calls, texts and emails. some from the few friends you have left, some from reporters, some from family and one from him. from the man who saved you on the worst night of your life. 

you said he didn’t have to keep in contact with him even though you wanted him to. you understood that he had a life of his own; one that didn’t involve sticking around for you when you needed comfort. but, he insisted. he said he wanted to keep track of you. he wanted to make sure you were safe. after all this time he cared.

once the water runs cold again, you finally rise from the basin. water drips off your skin, the droplets echoing in the empty bathroom. you grab the towel from the rack and wrap it around your body before stepping out. the bathroom mirror is foggy making your face look distorted. your features are no longer visible. you only see a silhouette and hair—  not the slope of your nose, not the mascara smudged around your sleepless eyes, not the scars littering your skin. reaching forward, you wipe at the mirror until familiar pieces of you are revealed.

you’re grateful you recognize yourself today.

reluctantly, you grab your phone before exiting the bathroom. instead of getting dressed you collapse on to the unmade bed. your finger holds down the on button of your phone and you place it face down on your chest. it only takes a few seconds for it to begin buzzing. notifications light up the screen. 

“shit.” 

you could turn it off. you could ignore the prying questions and condolences. you could run away. yet, you turn it back on and look.

the date lights up the screen. the anniversary of the day you were saved. it should be a day for celebration. after all, you survived. but the way exhaustion clings to your limbs and sleep is heavy on your eyes puts you in no mood to celebrate. 

combing through the endless messages, you skim the sentences and delete almost half. emails from curious journalists make you roll your eyes.

sent at 8:03: hi my name is amy daniels from the new york times and i was wondering if i could get a comment about the anniversary…

delete.

sent at 10:36: good morning, i am the producer of a nightly news talk show at cnn and i wanted to know if you would be interested…

delete. 

sent at 11:17: this is jose ramos from realtruecrimefans.com messaging you again about your thoughts on your kidnapper, riley williams, current whereabouts… 

your heart clenches in your chest at the sight of his name. you try to avoid thinking about him. you avoid saying his name. the last time you said his name is when you wrote about him in your memoir. his name wasn’t worth the energy it took to say his name.

riley williams was dead. at least to you he’s dead. no one has seen or heard from him since you ran away. the police searched for weeks to no avail. search parties went out at night combing through the woods to search for him. it didn’t take long for the media to pick up a story of a beautiful girl gone missing and found in the woods after breaking free. for weeks after your escape, his picture was everywhere. it was a nation wide manhunt. it continued once you wrote your memoir titled “forty-seven days in hell: my personal journey” and everyone wanted to be the one to put him in jail. 

yet, no one found him. he was gone. 

a few deep breaths later and you’re continuing to weed out messages. everything felt like bullshit. even the texts from the few friends you had left lacked genuineness. you sent back half-assed replies and listened to the voicemails, but never called anyone back. there was only one person you wanted to hear from today. 

din. 

you scroll until you see his name. he texted you early this morning. he texted you when he knew you would be asleep. 

din: hey, darling. hope you slept well. call me if you need anything.

you smile. something you loved about din is he never pushed your boundaries. he gave you your space, but knew if you needed him, he’d be there. even though he didn’t live in the city, he always came. he was always there when you wanted him. 

you hit the call button and listen. it only takes a few rings before you hear the low, steady tone of his soothing voice.

“hey, you’re up.”

“i am… are you surprised?” 

the sound of his muffled laughter chimes on the other end. “maybe a little,” he pauses for a moment. “how are you holding up?” you can tell he’s nervous to ask because he’s not sure what the answer will be.

you sigh. rolling over on to your stomach, you shrug like he can see you. “i’m okay.” you’re not sure what to say. deep down you’re not fine, but you crave normalcy. you want to feel normal. “it just feels… weird. today should be like any other day, but it’s not.” your confession surprises you.

“we can make it normal.” the sound of ‘we’ makes your heart flutter. “i was planning on coming to the city for business. we can meet for dinner?”

you know he’s probably not coming to the city for work, but he’s coming for you. every year since he saved you he came into the city on the anniversary. he’d meet you for dinner at the same restaurant, at the same table and you two would act normal when you really weren’t. 

“i’d love that. same place?”

“same place at seven.” you can hear movement on the other end. the sound of grogu barking in the background makes you happy. you miss him. “hey, darling?”

“yes?”

“if you need me to come earlier, i will. just say the word and i’m there.”

your eyes flutter shut. god, he was the only one you ever wanted. the only one who treated you like a person. “i will.” but you know you won’t. “i’ll see you then.”

“i’ll see you then. take care of yourself, darling.” and then the line goes cold and the familiar beep tells you he hung up. 

—

shaky hands reach for the heat pouring out of the vents. your hugging the heat and the door; both for warmth and for a quick escape in case your hero turns out to be a villain. you’ve already learned your lesson about trusting people. the only sound filling the truck’s cabin is the engine revving as the driver tears through the roads, your teeth chattering and the dog at your neck happily panting. 

it’s only until he finally says something. “what’s your name?”

“d-darling.”

he quickly glances away from the road and in your direction. “what kind of name is darling?”

“my name. that’s my name.”  you hate how bitter you sound. you should be grateful. 

“okay…” he clears his throat and continues driving for awhile before finally breaking the silence again. “what happened to you? who took you? who did this to you?” he sounded concerned and calm, yet there was a hint of anger lacing his words. 

you’re reluctant to say anything, but you knew you should get used to telling your tale. you’d have to say it a hundred more times: to police, to journalists, to your family. “he said his name was riley,” you shudder at the name. hopefully, you’ll never have to say his name again. “we met at a bar and i thought he was nice, but he— he—” you can’t get the words out. the sound of sobs cut through your words. everything was catching up to you. the gravity of the situation weighed you down, tying you to earth. tethering you to this smelly truck with a big eyed dog and a pair of mysterious brown eyes. “please just get me out of here!”

you can hear him swallow hard. “it’s okay. just stay calm. we’re almost at the main roads.” he glances over at you. you can barely make out his face in the dark, but you still see those beautiful brown eyes. something to cling to— another beacon of hope. “there’s a police station a few miles out. i know the captain. he’ll help you.” 

shaking, your arms wrap around you, like you’re protecting yourself. no matter how tight you hug yourself you can’t stop trembling. your feet are numb, your eyes are heavy, your head hurts and the emptiness in your stomach catches up with you. weakly you utter, “wh-what’s your name?” “din. my name is din.”

despite your better judgement your eyes begin to flutter and your body goes numb. it gets harder to breathe, but you’re too tired to care. it’s easier to give in to the darkness. you’ve done enough; there’s no more fight left. 

“din.” it’s the last thing you say before your eyes flutter shut and pass out. you don’t wake again until you’re in a hospital bed. you scream his name until a nurse runs in and you demand to see the man that saved you. you pull at the i.v. needle in your arm, thrash in the scratchy sheets and rip at the oxygen at your nose until they sedate you.

hours later you’re awake and he’s at your bedside. he doesn’t leave until visiting hours are over. he’ll keep coming back until you ask him not to— which is never.

—

it takes you a long time to peel yourself off of the bed. your silhouette is imprinted on the bed from lying there in a wet towel for so long. the white cotton towel falls at your feet. it takes you forever to file through your closet to find the right outfit. you’re looking for something in between fancy and not trying too hard. you wanted to look good; you’re not sure if it’s for din or yourself. 

you settle on a dress and boots. the dress had been worn a million times and the boots had walked miles through new york, but they’re your favorite. it’s like wearing a safety blanket. you take your time getting ready considering it’s hours until seven. you drift around your apartment with a glass of red wine in hand. your biggest vice is cheap red wine. it was something to make you forget. a glass of hope, you lovingly told your concerened best friend. 

the more you drink the more you feel like you’re floating. you have plenty of room to roam considering how spacious your apartment is— it’s far too big for a single person in new york. you were only able to afford it from the royalties you made off your book. turns out writing a book about your trauma and exposing your open wounds to the world had its perks. who knew? 

—

you ended up dancing barefoot in your apartment with a glass of red wine spilling from your glass as you moved. you didn’t care about the stains on the overly priced rug in your living room, you were just happy to feel something good again. the future of seeing din again and the warm feeling the wine gave you was your miniature escape. when you glance at your phone you realize you’re almost late. curse words are shouted out into your apartment as you stumble your way towards the front door, balancing your bag and putting on your shoes as you went. 

despite your late start, you make it to the restaurant on time. the minute you walk in your eyes are settled on the table in the corner. it’s the same table he always got for you. din’s back is turned to you, but you notice the familiar mop on his head and the broad shoulders enclosed by the only suit he owned. same old din, you think. sighing, your chest rises and falls as you watch him. you watch as he talks to the waiter and sip at his glass, occasionally looking down at his watch, wondering if this time you’ll be late. smiling, you walk to the back of the restaurant.

“hi,” you greet him. it doesn’t take long for him to stand up and pull you into his arms. you collide with his strong torso and your arms circle around his middle. you bury your face into his chest and his chin is tucked in to the top of your head. his cologne lingers on his collar— warm spice and must. your favorite. it feels perfect. it was what you longed for all day. you wished the embrace lasted longer, but he pulls away and gestures towards the seat across from him. 

“hey, darling.” he finally says. “glad you could make it.”

you almost roll your eyes. he knows you have nothing else going on. you don’t have a traditional 9-5, you keep to yourself and you never miss a meeting with din. but, he’s nice for saying so. he’s always so nice— a lot nicer and more trusting than you’ve ever been.

“how’s my boy?” you eagerly ask, shedding yourself of your coat. 

“grogu?” his brows raise, asking as if there isn’t another floppy eared boy you’d refer to. “he’s good. even though he’s an old man, he still acts like a puppy. it’s like it’s the first day i rescued him from the shelter.” his eyes light up as he talks about grogu. the well trained dog was din’s life. you fell in love with him, too. he made you feel safe the same way din did. 

“i miss him…” your words trail off. your eyes peer up from the menu at the other. “i missed you.” 

din wets his lips. his eyes are soft as he gazes at you, trying to see if you’ve changed at all since the last time you got together. “i missed you too. it’s been too long.”

“it has.”

you two catch up and go through the pleasantries. you ask about grogu and work and the shitty truck he refuses to give up. he asks you about your writing and if you’re still going to therapy and you lie and say both are going well.

you haven’t written in weeks and stopped going to therapy three months ago.

it doesn’t take long until two champagne flutes are placed in front of you and you can’t help but scoff. of course he would. 

“i know you don’t like to think of it as a celebration, but i couldn’t help myself.” he shrugs his stocky shoulders. calloused hands reach for the crystal and holds it in the air. “because if anything, we can celebrate that night bringing us together. i’m happy you’re in my life.”

even though you didn’t feel like tonight was a night for bubbles and toasts, you grab your glass and mimic him anyway. you don’t do much for other people, but you’ll do this for him. 

“to us.” your glass collides with his and you empty its contents.

—

dinner was lovely. you two reminisced on all your memories together, drank too much wine and ate too much food. he watched you devour chocolate cake and cheesecake. you laughed about how you only live once and he was less than pleased with your joke. 

afterwards, he insisted on walking you home. you wanted to say that you were fine walking alone, but you’re too selfish and you wanted him around a little longer before he had to go home. you walked in silence, shoulders brushing against one another. occasionally his hand would rest on your lower back to guide you across streets or to pull you closer when strange men got too close. his touch was something you craved. 

sometimes, late at night when you were alone and couldn’t sleep, you thought about his touch in other ways. your mind drifted when it skimmed down your stomach and under the covers to travel in between parted thighs. you thought about the sweat on his brow, his worn hands on your hips and his breath hot on your neck. his usual calm, sturdy voice turned more needy and soft— longing for you the way you longed for him. your name falling from parted lips to say, “darling, darling, darling.” just like the flames did. it felt wrong to think of din that way, but you couldn’t help it.

some nights you wondered if he was thinking the same thing, too. 

your walk together ended all too soon. his hand removed from the small of your back and were stuffed into his slack pockets. he let out a long sigh before breaking the silence, “guess this is where i go.”

you frown. “din, you can stay the night. i have a couch you can crash on and in the morning you can go home.” you hated how you sounded like you were pleading. 

his head dropped. “i gotta get home to grogu and i have work in the morning.” he sounded like he was trying to convince himself not to stay the night.

“can you at least walk me to my door?” 

he silently nods and you’re happy for the small victory. the elevator ride up to your apartment is silent just like the walk home and for a moment you feel a tension. it was palpable. you swore you could touch the energy between you two. 

or were you making it up? 

he walks you to your door and you stop short. there’s an envelope lying on your doorstep. carefully, you approach it, nearly tip toeing it like you’re afraid there’s landmines. like the parchment would blow up in your face. 

bending down, you reach for the paper and examine the outside. there’s no address, no postage stamp, nothing. it said: to my darling. 

your heart sinks and you can feel din at your side. his hand curls around your forearm. “are you sure you want to open that? could be a stupid prank.” but you don’t say a word. you only proceed to open it with shaky hands. the envelope falls at your feet and you read the contents of the page. a single sentence written in blood:

i’m always watching you, my love. - r.w.

your hands shake and your crumble the paper into a ball and sink to your feet, din is there to catch you, slowly lowering your body to the ground. 

all of that work you did in therapy, all the glasses of wine, all the dinners with din went out the window. you felt as small as you did that night. riley williams was alive and he knew exactly where you were. you were no longer safe. you never really were.

one thing was for sure, din was not going home tonight.

[allthefallendemons]

Liar, Chapter 1: The Devil Wears Prada (Lucifer Morningstar x Reader)

CHAPTER 2 OUT OF 11 OF THE LIAR SERIES

Prologue

Content Warnings: Bad Words, Gore, Dead Body.

Series Summary: After graduating from UCLA at the top of your class, you decided to open a cafe in LA. Un(fortuantely) for you, the only affordable place was across the street from LA's notorious club, LUX. A week into the store's opening, one of your employees turns up dead. Luckily for you, Detective Chloe Decker is on the case with her civilian consultant, Lucifer Morningstar. Secrets are revealed, promises are broken, and Liars get caught.

**SLIGHT SEASON 5 SPOILERS**

Word Count: 1.7k

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You walked out of your office, a small smile crossing your features as you watched each employee prep for opening day. "Jamie!" You cheered, walking to your store's supervisor, nudging the blue-haired girl. "How are things going, love? All is well?" Jamie's head shot up, her eyes slightly crazed as she looks at you. "Oh! Y/N! Things are going well! Everyone is pretty much ready, Christa is getting a little anxiety from such a long line but I think we can power through this!" Jamie put a hand on your shoulder, gently patting it. "You should be proud of yourself, Y/N, this is your business! You did this," you smiled, your gaze shifting around the room. You noticed Christa beginning to look frazzled, parting with Jamie so you could take care of your friend. "Hey, Chris, is everything okay?" You murmured softly, looking at your other supervisor with a caring smile. She looked at you, sharing an awkward smile with you. "Hey, I'm just getting a little anxiety. I have a bad feeling about today, I don't know why," you took her hand into your own, gently squeezing it. "You have nothing to worry about, darling. If you start feeling crowded, step into the back office and take a breather. I don't want you to force yourself to do anything," you tried to reassure her, as a grateful look crossed her features. "You're literally the best manager I've ever had," she squeezed your hand softly before letting go. You glanced over at the clock, your eyes widening in excitement "ITS OPENING TIMEEE," you cheered, running to the door to open up shop.

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The day was draining beyond belief, your last employee had finally left the shop. You didn't mind leaving the rest of tomorrow's preparation to yourself, it was your business after all. You smiled softly to yourself, proud to see the newly emptied shelves. Sneaking your favourite flavoured muffin from the case, you opened up the fridge and began to take out ingredients for the next day. "Thank God I don't have to make bread," you let out a quiet chuckle, reading through your custom baked goods list. "Fuck," you murmured, realizing you don't have the ingredients list for banana chocolate chip muffins. Figuring you must have left it in your office, you began to roam through the hallways of your work. Happily bouncing on your feet as you hummed to yourself. "when the moon hits your eyes," you sang, sliding open your office door "like a big pizza pie, that's amore." The door slid shut behind you as you noticed a lump on your couch. You could feel fright creeping up your spine, your heart thudding in your chest at a million miles a minute. You flickered on the light, preparing to fight this new intruder until you realized it was Christa. "Oh- Holy shit.. Chris, you scared the crap outta me," you let out a relieved laugh, beginning to walk over to the sleeping girl. "I'm surprised you're still here. Hell, I'm surprised you didn't run out after hearing my horrid singing."

Christa remained silent as you moved closer to her, realizing she must still be in a heavy sleep. "Hey, Chris, it's time to wake up," you put a hand on her shoulder, beginning to turn her over. "Chris..." You murmured, feeling your hand come in contact with something sticky. Once you fully turned her over, you noticed something protruding from her chest. "What the f-" your face dropped in terror as you realized your employee was not sleeping, but dead. She was fucking dead. To make things worse, your banana muffin recipe was attached to the knife that was stuck through your employee. In large, bold letters, the words "YOU'RE NEXT Y/N" was scribbled on the back of the recipe. "oh my god," your voice broke as your world began crashing in. Did he find you? You couldn't look at the note in Christa's chest any longer. You felt sick to your stomach, tears beginning to pour down your face as you broke into a sob. "I'm so sorry, Chris," your voice wavered as you took her hand into your own. "I will make sure that you get justice," you choked out as you reached for your phone, making the 911 call. Explaining the situation to the dispatcher, they told you to wait patiently on the scene and not to touch anything.

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The police finally arrived on scene, escorting you to the front of the store. You sat on the curb still in shock from what the hell just happened. You looked down at your blood-covered hands, feeling tears begin to resurface and run down your face. Who the hell would do this? Was it him? How did He find you so soon? You left him a couple of years back, how the hell is he here? "Excuse me, ma'am? My name is Detective Dan Espinoza, I'd like to ask you a few questions," you sniffled, feeling the pit in your stomach grow as you looked at him with terror-filled eyes. "I'm going to die, Dan," you came to the assuming conclusion that he found you. "How do you know this, ma'am?" Dan cocked an eyebrow, preparing to come to terms with the fact that he was dealing with another loony.

"Because I'm the reason Chris is dead," you said briefly, remembering that you can't blow your cover. "Would you like to elaborate on that? Or should I put you in cuffs right now since you clearly just confessed to murdering your employee." Dan's arrogant smile slid into a smirk as someone put a hand on Dan's shoulder. "Now, that's enough, Daniel. Leave the poor girl alone, she obviously isn't in a clear state of mind." A british voice broke the deafening silence as Dan let out a huff, walking away. A woman sat down beside you, looking at you with comforting eyes. "My name is Chloe Decker, this is my partner, Lucifer Morningstar. Can you tell me about everything that just happened?" Lucifer sat down to your right but you focused on Chloe, going over the details of what happened.

"I was singing that's amore, it's probably my favourite Dean Martin song. Mainly because I was craving pizza, but, that.. coming across that.. I don't think I'll ever be able to eat ever again," you could feel tears begin to flow down your face as the man beside you finally spoke up. "It's not fair for this to happen after such a wonderful day for you," you looked over at the man, gasping in fear and stumbling off the curb. You crawled onto the road, your heart thudding in your chest.

"Michael, no-" the man reached for you, pulling you off the road as a car whipped by. He stared at you, a look you couldn't read crossing his features. You stood there, shaking in his arms as Lucifer looked you in the eyes. "I'm not Michael," he reassured you, noticing your fear, "he's my twin brother," you relaxed slightly, sensing that the man was telling the truth. Mainly because his shoulders weren't slightly crooked but also because if it were Michael, he would have let you get hit by that car.

Chloe noticed the tension between the two of you, walking over to Dan to discuss more about the case. "How do you know my brother?" Lucifer let you go, the entire situation piquing his curiosity. "Yes but not quite well, we..." your heart thudded in your chest at a million miles a minute. Michael mentioned that his brother was impossible to run into. You knew you were standing in front of the devil, but what type of luck would it be that you would meet him after a week of being in Los Angeles.

You were stuck with a choice, to tell Lucifer the truth or to lie to him. You could feel chills run through your bones, this moment seemed to be going on for hours. But it was only a couple seconds after, "I met him in college." Lucifer cocked an eyebrow, tilting his face a little bit more. "College? Is that some sort of inneuendo that I haven't picked up on? Because if it is-" "No- No. I met him when I was in college. I saw him around campus. he was in a couple of my own classes," there was no possible way you could trust Lucifer. What if...

Lucifer saw right through your lie, but decided to play along. He looked you in the eyes, making sure to keep you close. "Well, Y/N, what is it that you truly desire? There must be something that you truly yearn," he leaned a little closer to you. You looked him in the eyes, feeling a pit begin to form in your stomach.

"My dearest Y/N, what is it that you truly fear?" "staying with you."

"Well, I..." you could feel that out in your stomach grow worse as you stepped away from him. "Sorry, I don't feel very good right now," you murmured, tears beginning to well in your eyes. You tried to put on a brave face, looking back at Lucifer. "I'm sorry, a lot is going on right now. I just want to catch Christa's killer," Lucifer's smirk quickly shifted into a shocked look. He glanced over at the detective before returning his gaze to you. "There isn't anything that you truly desire?" Lucifer questioned, causing you to tilt your head. "Not at the moment, I'm sorry," you spoke quietly, feeling frail and vulnerable.

No one could know the truth about who you are. No one.