#that scene where he and daniel got back to daniel’s house

[starry-bi-sky]

tales of the passerine - danny fenton being bruce wayne's first kid

okay okay. so this is like a continuation/elaboration of my oneshot/prompt i wrote about the idea that Danny was the first batkid. We have a lot of aus where he joins the family after the rest of the bats do, right? So hey! Lets shake things up a bit. Danny is the first to be adopted by Bruce Wayne.

Danny's parents and unfortunately Jazz die shortly after the events of TUE -- how so? I was gonna say an ecto-filter explosion, that would call back to the TUE explosion and trauma behind that. But lets do something new! Carbon-monoxide poisoning.

It's not too unexpected for something to break in the Fenton house, especially with the Fenton parents' questionable understanding of proper weapon handling and lab safety. The water heater broke from a stray shot by one of the weapons, and was promptly MacGyver'd incorrectly. Danny went to stay with Tucker for a guys' night, and came back to a dead silent house.

(Danny's neighbors got a very unfortunate shock when he ran to the next house over in hysterics.)

There was a lot of shuffling around with CPS, the police. People had to be called in to handle the equipment in the lab, and the GIW was rumoring to show up in aid to clearing the scene. When Danny heard of that, he immediately went and dismantled the ghost portal to the best of his abilities. He burned the physical blueprints of all his parents' inventions, their blueprints on the ghost portal, and their most dangerous weapons were destroyed beyond recognition. Anything to prevent the GIW from getting their hands on his parents' tech.

It opened up another investigation, but he was not under the list of suspects. He was placed in the care of Vlad Masters, where they then went back to the rebuilt castle mansion in Wisconsin. Danny, terrified of the future that has once passed and may do so again, shuts down in his grief. Inadvertently, he ends up somewhat repressing his ghost half. Something Vlad, who is grieving Madeline but relishing in Jack's demise and his custody of Daniel, is not very happy with.

Vlad's... gone into a bit of a mental health spiral. He's becoming increasingly possessive over Daniel, the final remnants of his friends and a liminal being like him. He doesn't like that Danny's repressing his ghost half -- both out of genuine concern as a ghost, but also because of his desire to control Danny and groom him into the perfect son. If you ever had a phase where you read Dark SBI found family fics, first off; me too bro, and second off; those are the vibes I'm thinking of.

Danny's mentally shut down from grief! And fear. He's dropped into a bad depressive state -- paralyzed with grief and the terror of the inevitable. Clockwork saved his parents because he believes in second chances, but what's the point of that when his family ended up dead anyways? Danny doesn't wanna believe that he's destined to become evil, and he's holding out onto that hope, but it's a thin line, and he feels utterly hopeless and trapped. He hasn't used his powers or ghost form since he trashed the lab, and Vlad has alarms set up to prevent him from trying to escape.

He's also unintentionally cut off Sam and Tucker -- both of whom are so scared and concerned for Danny too, and are trying their damndest to reach out to him. He keeps ignoring their texts. Danny basically haunts Vlad's manor. He goes out to eat if he has to, attends parties Vlad drags him to, and stays in his room all day if he can.

At parties, Vlad doesn't allow Danny to leave his side, or really talk to anyone -- not that Danny wants to. A product of Vlad's increasing possessiveness. Well, he almost doesn't let Danny leave his side. Danny has a habit of slipping off to hide somewhere for the parties whenever he can, and Vlad reluctantly allows it so long as he stays alone.

This becomes an advantage when eventually, Bruce Wayne returns to Gotham after missing for years, and holds a bright charity ball to celebrate the return. Vlad has been chomping at the bits to get his hands on Wayne Industries, and with the return of its owner there is no better opportunity to wipe out his rival. He goes, and he as normal, brings Daniel with him.

Vlad thinks Wayne will bleed his little heart out for Daniel's poor orphan sob story -- he's a fellow orphan himself, after all. He's not wrong; Wayne's little heart will bleed, just not in the way that benefits him.

Bruce sees Vlad and Danny approaching before they're even close enough to introduce themselves - and like with many of the children he will soon come to care for, it's like someone set a mirror into the past right in front of him.

Danny Fenton's suit is tailor-made for him, and despite the fact that it's his perfect size, the sag in his shoulders, the ducked down head, and the way he hunches into himself all pictures the image of a child in shoes too big for him. There's a far away, glazed over look in his eyes and grief marble-cut into the lines of his face. There's not enough makeup in the world that will hide the dark circles under his eyes.

("My nephew, Daniel Fenton." Vlad's hands are possessive on Danny's shoulders. Bruce immediately notices the way the boy tenses under his touch. "His parents passed recently, and as his godfather I was designated his guardian.") ("I'm so sorry, the loss must've been terrible.") ("Yes, carbon-monoxide poisoning caused it. Daniel was out with friends, when he came home... they had already passed.") (Bruce immediately dislikes that Vlad shared the details of their death unprompted -- he likes it even less when Danny flinches at the reminder and hunches into himself.)

Danny runs off at some point earlier into the charity. At this point, parties are still being held at Wayne Manor (because iirc google search mentioned that was a thing at first before it was changed), so he disappears and hides in one of the empty rooms nearby. It just so happens to be the same room Bruce Wayne hides in when he needs a break from all of the socialization.

Thus begins a long, long process of trust. Bruce can't reveal his hand as being smarter than he looks, but he can be compassionate. Kindness needs no measure of intelligence. He keeps Danny company for as long as he can before he runs the risk of being found.

Rinse and repeat. Vlad insistently wants Wayne Industries, and he'll go to as many Wayne parties as he can to get his hooks into the man. The problem is that Bruce Wayne is never alone, and getting him alone is impossible. Finding him too. It's like the man never stops moving. Always talking to someone, always circling somewhere. He orbits around the room as if he isn't the sun of the Gotham Elite's solar system.

Danny's had such repetitive behavior that Vlad never thinks to believe that Bruce Wayne is disappearing to go talk to him. That "Vlad's" son is even interacting with him at all. Danny never gives him a reason to think so, and neither does Bruce.

Danny doesn't actually acknowledge Bruce until a handful of parties in, where he hands Bruce a small slip of paper he smuggled in that says; "don't trust Vlad". Danny's face stays carefully blank, but he's so tense that his hands are trembling, and he's purposely looking away from him. Bruce plasters a smile onto his face, slips the paper into his pocket, and tells him "okay".

(he's been busy with his own goals with the mafia, but he sets aside time to investigate Vlad Masters. He was holding off. Until now.)

Danny does eventually start speaking to Bruce, he's starting to really like the guy. He's starting to see a little hope, even as Vlad is starting to get more and more agitated with him the more he refuses to use his powers.

He reaches out to Sam and Tucker again, and starts trying to reconnect with them. Vlad has spyware on his phone, and he limits the amount of times he can talk to them. A weird parental control lock of some sort that leaves a time limit on how long he can talk to them for. 30 minutes. Danny doesn't tell them anything about Mr. Wayne.

Danny, slowly, wants out of here, and he's slowly gathering the motivation to do it. Vlad is genuinely scaring him -- and Danny wonders just how truthful the past-future Vlad was when he told him that Danny wanted his ghost half separate. He starts trying to come up with an escape plan.

Vlad has anti-ghost wards everywhere around the mansion, and while they're always on, they boost to full power at sunset. The doors and windows are always locked, all main exits have alarms set on them. The only reason it's not super extensive is because Danny hasn't tried leaving at all yet, so Vlad hasn't had to tighten anything.

At night, Vlad locks the door to his room and puts up an anti-ghost ward around the room. The mansion is on the outside westward side of Madison, more entrenched in rural Wisconsin. The closest town is a four-way stop sign with one house on three corners, and an open bar on the fourth. Not much to go.

He refuses to go to Sam and Tucker; Vlad would look there first. It's too dangerous. Vlad would sound alarm bells and have a manhunt looking for him, Danny can't risk going just anywhere. Too much risk of being found, sold out, or caught. There's really nowhere for him to hide.

Until there is. Bruce is telling Danny about the history of Wayne Manor, and says, as casually as saying the weather; "The manor has dozens of empty rooms, I'm sure Alfred wouldn't mind filling another one if he could." And quietly, hesitantly, Bruce places a careful hand on Danny's shoulder, unrestrictive and gentle; "He wouldn't mind getting one ready for you if you need one."

And there it is. There's his out.

Danny, just as quietly, replies; "I'll keep that in mind."

The ball starts rolling.

Now I've been trying to summarize this au as much as possible for length convenience, but Vlad has been steadily growing more and more controlling. More emotionally manipulative. More agitated at Danny for not using his powers.

He wants Wayne Industries under his thumb but he's been steadily growing more and more concerned with Danny. He's started grabbing him, yanking him around, shaking him; trying to goad him into using his powers. He gets angry when Danny doesn't react, or tells him he doesn't want to use his powers. He hasn't outright attacked him, but he's getting there. This has been happening over the time it takes for Bruce to indirectly offer Danny sanctuary at his home.

It all comes to a head when Vlad stops going to parties at all -- something Danny has to pretend he isn't upset about -- because Vlad doesn't want him around other people anymore. Vlad rarely goes now without him, and only leaves to go to a Wayne function or to handle something at VladCo.

Danny can't wait for Vlad to leave long enough to escape. So he leaves during the night of a big storm. Vlad's locked him in his room, but Danny doesn't bother trying to go for it; he goes to the alarmed window instead. Danny's been repressing his ghost half so long that he can't access his powers immediately anymore -- he can feel it, he knows its there, but he can't quite reach it.

He breaks the lock by hand.

Immediately the alarm goes off through the entire castle, filling the room with red, and he scrambles for the rope the Wisconsin Ghost left for him a few months back. Danny's already out and climbing down the side of the castle before Vlad even reaches his door -- the only good thing about the entire room being ghost-proof is that Vlad can't get in that way.

The rope ends before it reaches the bottom, and he's still twenty feet in the air. It won't kill him if he lands it right. Danny takes his chances, and drops. He breaks his ankle, but he survives.

And he fucking books it to the back garden. He hears Vlad shrieking over the thunder and rain.

I'll save the full experience for a future oneshot, but Danny makes it out into the nearby woods and forcibly experiences what it's like to be in a horror game, trying to hide from the thing that's hunting you. There's only one thing going through his mind; "i'm going to die"

I have this mental image for this scene. Very stereotypical horror imo. Where Danny is hiding behind a tree, with a hand over his mouth, and Vlad is a few feet away from him, glowing ominously red through the trees, trying to search for him.

Danny doesn't get away from this unscathed, but he does get away alive. That's all he could ask for. He gets away by getting his ghost half awakened long enough to transform into Phantom and fly to Gotham.

But he gets to Wayne Manor, he gets to Bruce. Or, at least, Alfred answers the door from his insistent pounding. Danny's just in tears and Alfred gets him in the living room, wrapped in a towel, with ice on his swollen leg before he has to step out and alert Bruce.

Bruce already breaks multiple traffic laws on a nightly basis. And that's just with the sheer existence of the batmobile itself, not including the speeding and military artillery attached. He breaks double the amount trying to speed back to the cave and get out of the suit.

Right off the bat: Bruce will know, at least before Dick enters the picture, about danny's powers. He'll figure out something considering the fact that Danny traveled from Wisconsin to New York in a single night. That'll be a bit of complicated affair, but I've already got something in mind.

Actually it'll probably be very soon after Danny joins the family, because Bruce tries to offer to fight for custody for Danny - the state Danny was in at arrival is clear enough evidence for a trial. But Danny immediately shuts it down, says it's not going to work and then Vlad will know Danny's with him and he won't be safe. He tells him that Vlad cannot know Danny was with Bruce.

Danny's biggest regret was not telling his parents he was a halfa, and while he doesn't want to tell mister wayne (yet), he does tell him about Vlad being one. He needs to know why Danny can't be seen with Bruce. So he tells him, and Danny's current plan is to just hide out from Vlad until he turns 18. That way, he has no more legal jurisdiction over him. After that? He's not sure.

And to wrap this up, since this has already gotten very long and I can make more posts about this au later; I've thought about it, and I'm going to say that Danny does become a vigilante before Dick enters the scene. He goes by, as you probably guessed; Nightingale. "Gale" for short.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #tales of the passerine au #i dont want to overemphasize how much vlad sucks but also i dont want to downplay it. but also i didn't wanna make this post too long #i didn't emphasize enough on vlad's possessiveness but i wanted to make this post as general enough as possible for the au. #for some more wiggle room in the future if i make more posts about this au. #the consequences for Danny repressing himself was not a concern i was focused on for the post but i am thinking about it and mulling it ove #i'll be blunt my main specific reason for why this occurs shortly after tue is bc it means dani doesn't exist yet and it means i dont have #to include her in the continuation of this au. i love that girl but she's a dead weight. i dont wanna come up with an elaborate reason as #to why she's not in the picture when i can just say 'she never created in the first place' instead. i don't have anything for her to do #I don't want to risk giving her a poor plot line just so that she exists in au. #sometimes i really hate just how long my posts get. i feel like it kills my engagement. but i also don't want to make posts that have #a part 1 and part 2 just because I think it got too long. #i feel kinda bad for having Danny take the spot of 'first partner' from Dick. But that was part of the reason i was inspired to make this a #i've already got the skeleton of a reasoning for danny becoming a vigilante being made in my head. #He can't go by Phantom since that risks drawing Vlad's attention -- a new vigilante showing up in Gotham. a place the visited frequently #who goes by the name Phantom? He'd be on that faster than chickens on meat. and nightingale has familial meaning behind it due to being #part of an ancestral name. it follows robin's theme of using it to honor his parents while still having its own unique enough lore to stand #on its own without feeling like a cheap copy. plus the bonus meta reason that it follows the bird theme. which personally is vital to me #my other alternative to Nightingale is Sparrow. mostly because it has good phonetic structure for a hero name. not too many syllables #a good balance of consonants and vowels. dont want a hero name with too many syllables or unbalanced consonants. or worse; both. #my reasonings is that hero names should be easy for a civ or teammate to yell while still being understood. max amount of syllables before #it threatens to become too wordy is 3. If it goes over 3 it should have a balanced consonant-vowel ratio. Wonder Woman is a good example #some things got cut here that were in the initial oneshot. like danny giving bruce his physical ghost core and showing up bloody. #the first son au

[thatsdemko]

to live, to learn, and to love - d.ricciardo

masterlist

pairings: Daniel ricciardo x athlete!reader

warnings: time jump + talks of Covid + some depression talks + some inaccuracies of Daniels career

a/n: hope this cheers everyone up xx

2018 - to live

“so what do you guys have planned this summer?” you ask. the tiny microphone clipped to your shirt is finally off for good. for the first time in a year, cameras would no longer follow your ever move, microphones would no longer hover of your head, you could go back to a normal life of training and relaxing. freedom at last.

“we are actually filming a new docuseries, ever heard of formula one?”

you shake your head, puzzle look on your face creates a little laughter from everyone’s lips as they agreed to never hearing about it until Daniel. whoever Daniel was, he seemed to be quite popular to the crew.

“I guess I haven’t, but hey I’m all about growing sports.”

“well you wouldn’t believe where we get to go next weekend— you should come! it’ll be so much fun.”

the film crew talks of Monaco and the infamous track that they’ve learned can be brutal but kind. their invitation lingers around the room for a couple more minutes as crew begins to clean up the scene.

“so? you coming or what?”

“when’s the plane leave?”

—

Monaco roars with noise you’ve never heard. so much so, the noise canceling headphones can’t even drown out the cheers for the drivers. you spend all mid-afternoon shaking hands and learning names of the drivers you’re sure you’ll forget by the night. but Daniel sticks out.

you knew right away who he was. by the laughter and his smile, he had a way with the crew that nobody on your team had. the smile on all the crew members for not only Netflix, but his own team were contagious. he had you smiling within minutes.

“congratulations on your season and Netflix series! I’ve got it downloaded for the plane ride.” he engulfs you into a tight hug for a brief second before showing you his car. the mighty Red Bull car, sleek in its red and blue stripes under the Monaco sun, his pride is contagious, you can’t help but grow confidence in his racing skills.

“how’s Monaco treating you?” you look up at him, his tan skin kissed by the sun and genetics, his beautiful brown curls make your fingers itch to run through them. it’s not only his smile that makes your stomach twirl, it’s all of him.

“just about alright, I’ve got a good spot on the grid and I’m ready to kick ass.” he claps his hands mischievously making a laugh escape your body.

“you’ll do great! I believe in you!”

you like to think your words of encouragement solidified his win in Monaco, but that would be a selfish reason. you’d like to hate Monaco for all the reasons why you left completely enamored by Daniel ricciardo.

2020 - to learn

boredom struck. your legs, mind, and rest of your body itch to train while you’re copped up in your parents house; a tragedy as nobody else lives here. you sit alone in the basement that once had become your personal gym, but now only has a treadmill that you’ve become bored of.

you huff out a sigh, looking around the room there’s not one object heavy enough for you to lift. you curse your parents for taking all the things you needed to their stupid summer home, and you curse them for not wanting to spend time with you.

loneliness was at an all time high. you’d become so exhausted of it, that talking to yourself became the only answer. it was the only thing you had left.

you moved from the big city where all your teammates stayed put. you didn’t bother to look back once restrictions were set in place, you needed to be somewhere sane, but rather that was the opposite. you were going insane.

an alert on your phone pulls you away from the five pound weights in your hand. you look down on the floor to see an Instagram notification which was awfully unusual.

danielricciardo: if I show up on a horse in Austin, would that get me laid?

yourusername: depends. who are you trying to get with?

you can’t help but laugh. you hadn’t heard from him in four years. you’d occasional check his instagram, see what he was doing, and even become friends on LinkedIn, but the boredom must’ve been at an all time high for him to message you.

danielricciardo: you.

—

“I’d kiss the chef.” he says almost immediately once your face comes up on the screen. the apron you’re wearing was to prevent spilling or messes to your clothes, it was definitely not an attractive sight. but to Daniel it was.

“you can kiss me right here.” you point to your ass, hearing his laugh erupt on the other side of the screen. it was morning time in Perth, and by morning, you meant way to fucking early in the morning for anyone but him to be awake.

“what are you making?”

“none of your business.”

“well it’s my business when you call me.” he says watching you prop up the cook book that lay beside your phone. you point to the page that had flour, sugar, and all other ingredients across the page.

“ah a birthday cake, and who’s this for?”

“my neighbor. he turns ninety tomorrow so it’s a big deal! it has to be good!”

“and you need my help why?” he reminds you of why you called. you stick out your tongue and your middle finger earning a laugh. you want more of that laughter, you’d do anything to hear it in person again.

“because what do men like? I need to get him a gift.”

“y/n, I’m thirty. I’m not even close to ninety are you insinuating I’m old?”

a blush creeps into your cheeks that’s noticeable on the screen, “I’m kidding! I get why you called, you don’t have to close off.”

in the minimal amount of time knowing Daniel, he calls you out on all of your shit. like how he knows you missed garbage day based off the way your bathroom looks, or how he judges you for not taking the chance to run faster. he’s far worse than personal trainer, but you’d keep him around for his honesty and his kindness.

“I have to go to the store early tomorrow, so what do you think he’d like?”

“you didn’t buy toilet paper again?”

“people don’t listen to the two per person rule! I swear!”

he tsks you so much you can’t even put in a single word. your nervous laughter fills his ears and warms his chest. why did you have to live thousands of miles away? he’s praying they find a cure for Covid fast, he doesn’t think he can live another second without you.

2021 - to learn

a new year, a new set of restrictions, oh and you.

you, in the silly 2021 plastic glasses, sit on the couch in the mixed of his friends and family in his Monaco home. he couldn’t believe the sight, it was a winter miracle you’d made it out alive of the winter storm to his side.

after months of talking, you’d considered yourselves dating. it was different—with not being physically intimate or even having real dates—but the attraction and energy that flowed through you two was undeniable. you couldn’t stay friends, not after every phone call, text message, and filthy instagram dm, Daniel ricciardo wove his way right into your heart.

“what’s your wish for new years?”

“wish? isn’t it a resolution?” you give him a pointed look watching his hands fly up in defense, “we do things differently here. we don’t set goals, we set wishes. so what do you wish for?”

you think long and hard for a moment staring at the man in front of you. his brown eyes full of life and beauty stare into yours. his family and friends wait patiently as you think to yourself.

“I wish for love.”

he scoffs in response almost instantly. he couldn’t help it, to wish for love felt stupid, but Daniels hand clasping against yours makes your heart flutter and skin warm to his touch, “well your wish came true, because I’m here to show you just how much I love you.”

2022 - to love

pregnant.

it’s no wonder doing mundane activities were killing you, and getting up any time before 6am was a threat to your immune system. little did you know it didn’t matter when you woke up, you’d still be pregnant and with a heavy case of morning sickness.

and while 2022 is looking awful to different from the past two years of your relationship, Daniel was changing. you’d noticed how physically unfit he was for training, and it wasn’t because he lost his touch, he looked more sick than you did.

the smile that once reached his eyes and infected a dozen or more individuals, was fading. the light in his eyes barely shined anymore, and while he should be happy his girlfriend is pregnant, the glow on his face doesn’t reflect his words.

you’d talked with zak, asked him how Daniel had been doing and to monitor his health, but little did you know the same man you trusted was the reason for his depression.

“Danny,” you whisper slightly hoping to god he doesn’t answer, but he hardly sleeps anymore.

your touch sinks his body further into the mattress. you mold your body and growing belly against him, fingers drawing all sorts of relaxing shapes, “I love you,” you whisper trying to your best to hold in the sob desperately trying to escape, “but I hate how sad you are. I miss you, I miss us.”

your sudden words ache his heart. he hears your pain, it makes him lift his hand and clasp his hand on top of yours allowing your silent sob to increase in volume, “what’s happening to you, it’s not right.“

“I know,” he whispers back. his words hang in the room for a little longer before he turns to face you, his fingers quickly wipe your tears, “I’m going to get better. for you, for us, and for her. okay?”

“okay.”

—

“can you keep a secret?”

“depends,” lando responds turning on his heel, his adorable smile turning his lips upward, “what’s my reward?”

“a kiss on the cheek?”

he nods in approval, “kiss first, secret later.” he taps his cheek, watching you roll your eyes before you quickly press your lips to his skin and pull away.

“I’m pregnant.”

“old news, what else?” he shrugs it off.

“Daniels leaving.”

“what?” you watch lando’s shoulders fall as he collapses into the chair below him, “please tell me it’s because of the baby and not anything else?”

your hesitation earns a permanent frown on his lips, “I thought I could save him.” he lets out a deep sigh allowing you wrap him into your arms, “I think it’s what’s best.”

“I agree, but you’ll still have cool uncle rights.”

“yes! oh, that’s the best news ever! I have to tell max!”

Daniels foot steps echo throughout the hallway of the private room you were in with lando. not another soul is in the McLaren hospitality, as everyone had seemed to vanish once practice rounds were over, but you’d stayed waiting despite longing for a warm shower and Daniels hands against your belly. god, how much more love sick could you be? it was evident Daniel didn’t feel much of the same right now, and you tried your best to put on a big smile and positive attitude.

“there he is.” you move over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him downward so you can press a kiss to his lips.

“I have to stay a little later.” he mumbles before pressing another kiss to your lips, “why don’t you head back with lando?”

“but I want to stay.” you frown pulling away from his body. it gives you a chance to look him in the eyes, the dark circles are much more evident, the glimmer of hope and love have seemed to vanish his eyes replaced with sadness. why did this have to happen to him? it’s just not right, you think to yourself.

“will you at least eat dinner with me?”

he shakes his head, “I really have to get back to the car.” he pushes a strand of your hair behind your shoulder, “why don’t you order room service? it’s on me, get whatever you’re craving.”

“I’m craving you, but you’re making yourself unavailable—again, might I add.”

his eyes close for a brief moment. his fingers play with the hem of his bright orange shirt, you can feel the anxiety radiating off of him. it terrifies you what’s next. “y/n, they are terminating my contract. can you just go home with lando?”

the grit of his words are like nails on a chalkboard. you swear you could feel yourself becoming lightheaded you don’t even realize lando was the one to catch you from falling backward. terminate? they were done with him? you feel a sob take over your body, it takes ten minutes for lando to calm you down, as Daniel was nowhere to be seen.

the car ride to the hotel was silent. with lando taping away on his phone, and you staring out the window in a daze there was nothing that could pull you away. well, maybe there was.

danielricciardo: if I do ridiculous side burns would you still sleep with me?

a snort escapes your lips. he knows how to turn a bad day into a good one.

yourusername: depends. how ridiculous are they?

danielricciardo: so ridiculous you might wish I didn’t get you pregnant.

yourusername: now I would never wish on that. we love you Danny.

love. it’s a strange feeling that’s settling into his chest right now as he stares at zak brown, the man he’d been warned about years ago, but he never listened. now hearing it from you, he knew love conquered all of his fears and anxiety about leaving. because in the end, your love made him feel whole again.

to live, to learn, and to love.

[BONUS SCENE]

2023 - living, learning, and loving

“oh my, you’re so big now! what are they feeding you?” lando’s gasp earns a ripple of head turns. he’s rushing his way over to you and your new born daughter, mila.

“whatever it is, it’s clearly working on you too. what’s this you’ve got going on? is it a beard?” you carefully run your fingers over the hair on his chin making him pull away, a blush creeping onto his cheeks, “fine I’ll shave it.”

“take it from me, the minute I got home from Austin I wasn’t allowed in the bed until I shaved it all off.” Daniel rubs his fingers over the stubby hairs against his cheeks, “some women don’t like that down there—“

“Daniel!” you hiss, hands placed against his chest you give him a hard shove.

the roar of his laughter echoes throughout the paddock. it brings a flock of his friends and former colleagues together surrounding you both and your daughter, mila.

she was a happy blessing out of a horrible year. her arrival was earlier than expected, but seeing Daniels smile finally reach his eyes, it was like she knew he needed that.

“I can’t decide what’s cuter, her curls or her rolls. how do you sleep at night with such a difficult question?” Charles looks between you two and watches the devilish smirk lift upon Daniels lips, “actually don’t answer that, I see where your mind is taking you.”

“it’s good to have you back.” the Ferrari driver smiles. before he walks away he says one more thing to brighten your days, “and I mean that. it’s good to have the you we all love back.”

you lived, you learned, and you’re still loving.

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[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Could you write a story with 90’s slash where he’s drunk and is being all lovey and touchy in front of the rest of the band? And the band is surprised seeing him like that? With like fluff but also smut?

A/n: There isn't a whole lot of fluff but it is there in parts, I'm sorry I really suck at writing fluff lol but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless <3

Warnings: Smut, Slash is drunk, oral(f receiving), fingering(f receiving), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

You’d dropped by the studio with lunch, a regular routine you’d fallen into. It’s become so regular that the guys started chipping in and making requests, multiple stops at a time even. You didn’t mind if it meant getting out of the house and getting to spend time with your boyfriend, Slash.

This time, however, you walked in on a very different scene.

Slash was sitting in a chair, his guitar on the ground beside him and he couldn’t reach it. Instead of standing up to get it he just kept lazily reaching for it over and over again.

He had a bottle of Jack Daniels in his other hand, half empty and it was still cold. There were a few empty bottles on the floor around him.

Duff came over and took the bags of food from you. “He was like this when he got here.” He said, his voice quiet so Slash didn’t hear, not that it would really register with him.

You let out a heavy sigh and nodded. “Figured.” You chewed your cheek and went over to Slash, taking a seat on the armrest of the barcalounger he was on. You pulled his hair out of his face to get his attention. “Hey baby, what are you doing?” He looked over at you and it took a minute for him to register who you were but when he did the biggest smile came to his face.

“You’re here!” He gleamed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his lap. “Missed you so much!” He said as he littered kisses all over your face, you couldn’t help but giggle, even though his breath reeked of alcohol.

“It’s only been a few hours?” You said, looking up at him with a raised brow.

“Oh, shut up, that’s too long!” He whined, a pout tugging at his lips. Slash always had been super pouty. You threw an arm around his neck and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

“The fuck is this?” Axl’s voice boomed, though he didn’t seem mad. You glanced around and noticed that all eyes were suddenly on you two.

“What do you mean?” It’s not like they didn’t know you two were in a relationship and it’s definitely not the first time you’ve been affectionate with Slash.

“Slash has feelings!” Steven exclaimed, a wide smile on his face.

“We’ve never seen him so...” Duff trailed. “Cuddly?” You shrugged and relaxed back into Slash who stared at you with nothing but fondness in his dazed eyes.

“Why don’t you stick around?” Axl asked. “Keep him in check so we can actually get work done.” You agreed and everyone got back to work.

Except for Slash.

He refused to let go of you for even a second, which made it much harder to play guitar. He zoned out and wouldn’t speak at all. All he did was nuzzle into you, kiss you and run his hands over you, crossing over more and more sensitive spots.

Slash drunk wasn’t your favourite, but him being so openly affectionate was sweet to you. You told yourself it was because he wanted to do it when he was sober but just didn’t have the courage to. It made sense since the main cause of his drinking and drugging was because he was introverted and it made it easier for him to exist with humans.

What started as innocent touches quickly turned sexual as he kept trying to get his hands under your waistband, constantly pulling and tugging at your clothes, kissing your neck and shamelessly grinding his crotch on your ass.

You tried to get him to stop but he wouldn’t, saying he just loved you so much and how he needed this, needed you. The band around you guys kept laughing at it which only spurred Slash on.

It crossed a line when you looked away and Slash lifted your top, revealing your chest on the one day you didn’t feel like putting on a bra.

You pulled your shirt back down and got off of him. “The fuck is wrong with you?” You scolded, glaring down at him. He looked right back up at you with nothing but desire. But he seemed confused, like he didn’t know what he did wrong.

Slash stood and wrapped his arms around your waist. “I just wanna love you.” He mumbled, words slurring together.

“Come on,” Axl teased, “just let him love you.” The rest of them were all giggling as well. You rolled your eyes and stormed off, angrily dragging Slash behind you, ignoring how he stumbled on his own feet to keep up with you.

Outside their studio space was a long hallway leading into many more hallways and a few more studios but among them were janitorial closets and other small rooms for little things scattered between. Perfect for you to push Slash into.

You locked the door behind you with the intent to scold him but he was already on his knees and tugging on your waistband again. “Slash, are you kidding me?”

“No.” He answered in a cheeky tone, big smile and giggling as he pulled your pants down. You should’ve stopped him but you didn’t want to. His touches bothered you in front of everyone but you couldn’t say no when he could make you feel so good.

Slash pulled your panties down and licked between your folds, licking up your slick before focusing on your clit. He couldn’t stop giggling which only sent vibrations straight through you. Your hands buried in his curls as your hips bucked to meet his lips, bordering riding his face. He didn’t even seem to notice, getting off on giving you pleasure.

You caught him palming himself through his leather pants so you kicked his hand away. “Only good boys get to cum.” You said, voice breathy as you continued to push his face into you. His hands gripped your thighs, needing to occupy them somehow so he wouldn’t touch himself he pushed one finger into you before adding another.

The small closet quickly filled with your moans and Slash’s muffled giggling along with lewd noises. You were sure that if anyone passed by they would hear but right now you didn’t care as your first high crashed down on you and you held Slash’s lips to your clit as you gushed on his face.

You pulled away and Slash’s body relaxed. He’d been holding himself up on his knees but he let himself hit the ground, now looking up at you like a proud puppy.

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[builtbykittie]

Merry Christmas, darling

D.R.W x f!reader x J.T.K

Summary: your boyfriend Danny takes notice of how one of his closest friends have piqued your interest and gives you the perfect Christmas gift.

Warnings: 18+, some alcohol consumption, mentions of marijuana, SMUT, threesome(m x f x m), masturbation, orgasm denial, edging, fingering, oral(m & f rec), dirty talk, unprotected sex, slight cock warming, just pure filth.

Words: roughly 6.6k

A/N: happy holidays and merry Christmas to those who celebrate!!! For the holidays, I present to you a filthy Janny fic. (Disclaimer this fic does not have any Jake and Danny scenes. It is strictly Janny x reader!) Enjoy♥️

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"Daniel?" You shout to your boyfriend from your bedroom, rummaging through your closet in just a tiny little lace bra and mini skirt.

"What baby?" Danny comes walking out from the bathroom where he was getting ready, clad in a tight-fitted turtle neck and black jeans. You flip around, your eyes widening at the sight of him "Do you know where that red-ish sweater of yours is?"

"Gotta be more specific than that babe, I own like a thousand," he snickers, languidly stepping towards you. "Oh come on. You know, the one with the dark blue stripe running through it... And it has the flower things in the stripe?" You whine, smoothing your hands over his chest as he approaches you.

"Oh yeah, it should be in there, did you look hard enough?" Danny steps closer to the closet, tossing around some hangers until "aha. Found it."

"Wow. Guess I didn't. Thanks love," you blush, taking it from him and lifting yourself slightly to place a peck on his lips before sliding it on your body. "You look gorgeous, baby," Danny tucks a loose string of hair behind your ear, cupping your cheeks and kissing your forehead. Your cheeks flush red and you can't hold back the smile growing on your lips "Daniel have you even seen yourself? You look incredible."

"What's with the good lingerie, baby?" Danny smiles "thought you only wore these for special events."

"Well, it is a Christmas party. That's gotta be a little special," you walk over to the end of your bed and grab your heels, stumbling as you put them on.

"What time does the party start again?" You slip off into the bathroom to touch up your makeup and hair. "Well," you hear Danny huff a laugh "it actually started about 20 minutes ago." Not bad, especially for you two. One of the only bad things about you two being together is that you're both bad with time.

"Okay well, I'm ready if you are," you quickly reapply your favorite lipstick and fix an awkward curl in your hair with your finger. Walking out of the bathroom, you quickly grab your purse and phone off your bed "We're lucky it didn't start almost an hour ago... Like last time."

"That wasn't even our fault," Danny laughs "You ready, beautiful?" You laugh and walk up to him, letting him sling his arm around your shoulder "I told you I was."

"Are you sure you're gonna be warm enough?" Danny pulls you even closer to him as you two start to walk out the door. "Mhm. The party is inside anyway," you lean your head into him, soaking up his warmth and breathing in his intoxicating scent.

As you two approach the car, he moves his hand to the small of your back, opening the door for you and helping you in. You quickly set up the aux as soon as Daniel starts the car, putting your playlist on shuffle and letting whatever song play.

"I have a gift for you, sweetheart. I think you'll love it," he doesn't look at you, keeping his eyes on the road. "Oh yeah? I bet I could guess," you challenge, reaching over and playing with his hair.

"Hm.. I highly doubt that," a smug smile grows on his lips, still never once glancing in your direction. A grin plays on your face "is that so?"

"Mhm."

"Is it that record I've been wanting?"

"Nope."

"The necklace?"

"Nuh uh."

"Yeah I got nothing else," you frown, turning back to face the road.

The drive is relatively short, luckily Jakes's house wasn't too far from your own. Usually, Josh would host, but the responsibility was handed to his fancy-pants twin this year.

Josh's parties were typically more put together and bustling with people, Jake's, on the other hand, were a little more reserved than that. Josh's were always packed full, from musicians he'd become friends with over the years to close friends and family. Jake's are mostly close friends and family, with a good amount of exceptions.

"I gotta talk to Jake once we get inside. You okay on your own for a little? I'll find you right after," Danny opens the door for you, shutting it and locking the car after you slip out of the seat. You quirk a brow at his words but don't think much of it "Mhm. Just make it quick."

"It won't take long at all baby, I promise," Danny kisses your head, his hand on the small of your back as he walks you through the door. Sam, standing in the hallway and talking to someone hidden behind a wall, spots you two immediately. "Hey! Look who arrived!" Sam starts to strut toward you, followed by Jake walking out from behind the wall. Oh, Jake.

Of course, you loved Danny more than anything and anyone, but every now and then you'd find yourself waking up to dreams of Jake's hands between your thighs. You're filled with guilt, sometimes to the point of going out of your way to avoid Jake. But who could blame you? You've been to a few of their shows, You've seen how Jake plays. The way his fingers dance across the fretboard, how he looks all hot and sweaty, the way he draws high-pitched wails out of his guitar.

You shake the thoughts from your head, bringing yourself back to reality. "Hey, Sam!" Holding your arms out for a hug, Sam happily accepts. "Hi, Y/N," Jake grins, taking you into a side hug. "Hello, Jacob. Merry Christmas," you match his energy with a smile.

"Well, finding him was easy, huh?" You grin, turning to face Daniel "I'll catch up with you soon, love." You give him a peck before letting them slip off to another area of the house.

"What was that?" Sam tilts his head, holding his cup up in their direction. "I dunno. Danny said he had to talk to Jake, I thought you might've known," you brush it off, seriously not thinking anything at all. "That's interesting. I'll have to get an answer out of him later."

"I can't believe your own brother didn't tell you his plans," you laugh, playfully slapping his bicep. "Is Josh here?" Tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, you scan around the room for that ray of sunshine everybody loves.

"Yeah, actually he came early to help get ready. He should be around here somewhere," Sam tries to figure out where his brother may be. "No way, Josh?" You jest "Well I'm gonna go look for him... and maybe get a drink. I'll talk to you later Sammy."

Making a beeline straight to the kitchen, you almost instantly hear that familiar voice. You're unsure where it's coming from until you hear that same voice call your name in front of you.

"Josh!" You watch as his face instantly lights up, quickly making his way through the room towards you. "It's so good to see you! How're you liking the party?" He smiles, that big wide grin you've grown to love.

"Merry Christmas, Josh! It's really nice, you guys did so good. The place looks beautiful," you take him into a hug, careful not to spill his drink on his white sweater. Josh quickly quirks a brow and looks behind you "Where's Daniel?"

"With Jake," you smile, "he told me he had to talk to him about something. Do you know what this is about?" Josh's brows knit together "nope."

"You're telling me neither of them told you or Sam?" You give Josh a dubious look, planting your hands on your hips. "I mean Jake had been acting smug but we had no idea Y/N I promise. Maybe it's a surprise," he playfully shakes your arm "You want a drink?"

"Yes please," you smile, pulling your phone from your purse and opening whatever app you set your eyes on first.

Taking a break from scrolling, you look around, searching for any sign of Danny and Jake. "Here," Josh approaches you, holding out a cup for you. "Thanks, Josh," you take it from him with a grin, bringing it up to your lips. It's not too strong, but it still burns as it goes down your throat, Josh knows you well.

You stand there and happily let Josh wrap you into one of his long and sometimes painful conversations, that is until Danny comes up from behind you, gently driving his fingers into your sides and scaring the shit out of you.

"God- damnit Danny!" You whine, slapping his chest. "Sorry. It was really funny though," Daniel laughs through his words, pulling the strap of your purse back over your shoulder.

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Almost two hours of listening to the same couple of Christmas songs, one blunt, and three or four glasses of Jake's fine champagne and red wine later, you seemed to have lost sight of your inhibitions.

In Jake's basement, you take turns laying your head on the Kiszka brothers' and your boyfriend's shoulders as they take turns at pool.

Daniel walks up to you, that big wide smug grin plastered across his face as Jake patronizes his brothers for losing at the table. "Hey, Y/N? Can we talk, baby?"

"Uh yeah," you sit up, your brows knitted together in confusion. You let Danny take your arm and drag you through the house, sifting through every affair in your head as he takes you up the stairs.

"Daniel what is this about? Is something wrong?" He doesn't respond, taking you straight through the house and up another set of stairs, leading up to the bedrooms.

Once you realize where you're going, a smirk grows on your lips and your heartbeat speeds up significantly. Daniel backs you into a room, turning on the light just a little with Jake's fancy light 'switch'.

"Y/N, will you sit down for me?" He gestures to the large sofa chair beside the bed, you can tell he's holding back a smirk. "Danny-" he cuts you off.

Kneeling in front of you, his sweet eyes stare into yours "Y/N, remember that gift I had for you?" You nod, flashing him a confused smile. "I know you like Jake, baby," Danny reaches his arm up to move your hair out of your face and cup your hot cheek.

"What?" You feel your entire body flush. You didn't think he knew, how could he know? You don't even like him like that. "Don't act like you don't know, Y/N. I'm not mad."

A horrible feeling manifests it's way into your stomach and swirls around there. You know you shouldn't, but you can't help but feel guilty. It's just attraction, nothing more.

"Danny it's-" once again, he cuts you off. "I told you I'm not mad, sweetheart. I've seen the way you look at him. I know you want to fuck him."

"I mean yeah he's attractive but I like you, Daniel" you fidget with your own hands, trying your hardest to keep eye contact with him. "I know, I trust you sweet girl. I just want you to admit to me that you want to fuck him."

"Daniel, are you serious?" With furrowed brows, you watch him stand up and lean against the wall. "Yes. Be a good girl and tell me."

You huff a humorless laugh and drop your head to look at your lap. "Fine. Yes, Daniel. I want to fuck Jake."

"Atta girl. See how easy that was? Now tell me what about him you like," as he speaks, he removes his belt, his eyes dark and eager. You look at him with an annoyed expression, opening your mouth to protest but letting it die there once you realize he's not gonna drop it.

"Well," you decide to play into it. Have a little fun with it. You knew it was gonna lead to him fucking you either way. "You know how he gets all sweaty and his hair sticks to his neck at the concerts?"

The corners of his mouth tip up to form a smirk, nodding to tell you to continue as he starts to palm his cock through the denim. "And his hands.. the way they can move so fast across the frets and strings."

"His pretty mouth... Oh, and the way he practically fucks his-" Suddenly, the door opens. Your head instantly whips in that direction, eyes widening as you watch Jake walk through the door. With dark eyes trained directly on you, he slams the door behind him and locks it.

"Y/N, baby," Danny takes a languid step towards you, kneeling down in front of you once again. "Me and Jake have been talking about this for a while now. Will you let us fuck you, pretty girl?"

Your eyes blow wide, you want to pinch yourself and wake up, but this is all very real. "A-are you sure?" You squeak out, as quiet as a mouse. "Are you, love?" Jake leans against the bedpost, those dark eyes burning holes into your skin.

"Yes."

"Let us hear you say it, princess," Danny holds your chin with his thumb and index finger, forcing you to look him in the eye.

"Yes, please fuck me."

"Merry Christmas, darling," a sick smirk plays on Jake's lips as he slowly removes his belt. "Danny, why don't you sit down while I take care of your sweet girl here?"

"So this was that gift you had for me?" You grin, standing up and kissing him before walking over to Jake, standing pretty by the bed. "Hey princess," Jake grabs your waist, pulling you into him and instantly laying kisses to your neck.

It feels wrong, yet so right. You reach your arms out, grasping onto his hair and pulling him into you with a breathy moan. "Fuck, you see that, Daniel? So eager..."

A deep groan rumbles up from Danny's chest as he continues to tease himself, running one hand up and down his thigh while he palms himself with the other. "Come sit on my lap, baby," Jake sits down on the bed, rubbing his palm against his thigh, signaling you to sit.

Following him, you sit on his lap, now facing your boyfriend. Jake's calloused hands snake around your body as he nips at and places open mouth kisses to your neck. One of his hands sneaks under the hem of your sweater, his rough hand moving up your abdomen.

Jake's other hand runs up and down your thigh, teasing you as it comes so close to your heat. He could tell you wanted it, the way your body stiffened once his hand just grazed against your panties under your skirt while the other cups your breast.

"Y/N, baby, how bad do you want me to touch your wet little pussy? Tell me, darling. Be honest," his rough fingers kneading the meat of your inner thigh. "Please touch me, Jake. I need it so bad," you practically moan, your hips involuntarily jutting forward once his fingers just barely touch your wet panties.

"Oh yeah? You wanna fuck my fingers, doll?" Jake's hand runs along the damp lace, applying almost no pressure. You manage to mumble out an 'mhm' bucking forward into his touch, your head dropped low and your eyes clamped shut in anticipation.

Jake's hand comes out from underneath your sweater to assist you in shimmying off your panties from underneath your skirt, throwing them over to your boyfriend. Suddenly embarrassed, you try to close your legs but Jake prys them open, hooking your legs over his thighs to keep your legs apart. "Oh Daniel, look at your sweet girl. So fucking wet..."

You give your boyfriend a small smile, watching his eyes darken as he stares at your glistening core, still teasing himself. "M'gonna touch you now, okay?" Jake speaks lowly into your ear, his hand slipping back up into your sweater and pushing your bra up past your breasts.

"Please..." You moan, grasping onto his thighs for dear life. Without hesitation, his hand meets with your clit "god you're so fucking wet, Y/N. Such a pretty little cunt."

You throw your head back with a moan, resting it against Jake's shoulder as his fingers speed up, rubbing tight circles over your weeping clit. "Let yourself feel it, pretty. How good does it feel sweetheart?"

"So good, Jake. Don't stop. Please don't stop," an embarrassingly loud moan escapes your lips as he slips his ring and middle fingers into you, his thumb flicking over your clit. You start to roll your hips into him, pushing yourself down onto his fingers harder. "Fuck," you whine "Oh Jake- fuck."

"Feel it, sweetheart. Just feel it," Jake whispers in your ear, curling his fingers up into you and hitting a particularly sweet spot. "Why don't you tell your boyfriend how good my fingers feel in you, darling?" The pace of his thumb flicking over your clit significantly speeds up, his fingers sweetly fucking into you. "I've heard that you like them."

You try to speak, but as you open your mouth a pornographic moan rips through your chest. He was taunting you. Every time you went to speak he would drive his fingers deeper into you. "Well? You gonna tell him?" Jake takes your jaw in his hand, lifting your head and forcing you to look at Danny, now slowly stroking himself.

"Jake's fingers feel so fucking good," you cry, continuing to fuck his fingers harder. "Do they feel as good as they look, baby?" Daniel growls, swirling his hand around his cock as his lust-blown eyes stay trained on you. "Mhm. So fucking good," Your hand moves from Jake's thigh to his incredibly hard bulge, palming him. "Careful," he drawls out, ramming his fingers into you and pressing down on your clit with his thumb in retaliation.

"Oh, Jake! " You cry, grasping onto his wrist. "Hands to yourself. Are you gonna be a good girl? Huh?" Jake slaps your hand away from him, grabbing both of your wrists and holding them tightly behind your back with one hand.

"Hm? Maybe if you're good I'll let you cum," his fingers slow down, languidly curling up into you while his thumb presses down against your sensitive bud.

You let out a huff, your eyebrows knitted together and your eyes clamping shut. You were there. The pressure building up in your stomach grew more and more intense with each second "Jake I'm- I'm gonna-"

Just as the band in your stomach is about to snap, Jake pulls his fingers from you. You let out a weak whimper at the loss of contact, dropping your head and accepting defeat. You knew if you said something you'd be robbed of another orgasm.

Jake lets you sit there and breathe for a moment, running his hand through your hair and rubbing your thighs. "On your knees," Jake growls, gently pressing his hand against the small of your back and gesturing to the floor. "From now on you call me sir."

A grin plays on your lips as you drop to your knees, facing your boyfriend and taking your bottom lip between your teeth. "Got it?" Jake grabs your hair, pulling your head back and forcing you to look at him.

"Yes, sir," you mutter, your cheeks flushed bright red. "Good girl," Jake smirks "Why don't you touch him, darling?" Jake grabs the back of your head, gently pushing it towards your boyfriend's cock, sitting up nice and pretty.

Without hesitation, you reach up and grab his cock, placing tiny pecks to his tip before slowly stroking up his length. Jake kneels beside you, holding your chin and placing kisses to your neck, his other hand sneaking around to hook under your sweater "arms up."

Jake helps slip your sweater off your body after you lift your arms, throwing it across the room. You quickly go back to stroking your boyfriend, chewing on your lower lips at that familiar feeling of his cock in your hand.

"Use that pretty mouth, sweet girl," Jake takes your hair in a ponytail, open mouth kissing your shoulders. A deep groan rumbles up from Danny's chest as you take him almost fully in your mouth, your hand tightly grasped onto the base of him.

You whine against Danny's cock as Jake's other hand snakes around your body and his fingers come into contact with your clit. "Just keep going, be a good girl and don't stop," Jake whispers in your ear, his raspy voice sending a shiver down your spine.

"Shit," Danny bucks his hips up, pushing himself further to your mouth with a groan. "You're doing so good," Jake praises, his fingers dancing over your sensitive clit. Tears form in your waterline and you moan against Danny's cock as Jake's fingers press against your clit.

The vibration of your voice against his cock paired with the feeling of your soft tongue dragging up & down his length is quick to bring him to the edge. On the other hand, Jake is killing you. His fingers dance along your clit, then quickly pull away as his lips drag along your neck. He repeats that sinister cycle over & over, driving you absolutely crazy.

Warm tears fall from your eyes as you try to ignore both your gag reflex and Jake teasing you. "Oh fuck," Danny groans, his hips jutting up and his cock twitching in your mouth. "You gonna let him fill up your pretty little mouth?" Jake speaks in between sloppy kisses to your back and neck.

Your eyebrows knit together, humming against your boyfriend and frantically nodding your head. "Shit Y/N- fuck," your hand squeezes around him and you take him deeper in your mouth, as if that was even possible. A harsh groan rips through Danny's chest as warm ropes of ivory paint your throat, instantly swallowing it all down.

"Fuck, Y/N you're so good," Jake takes your hair in his hands, forcing you to look up so that he can attack your neck. He stops at a soft spot behind your ear, babying it for a moment, eliciting whimpers from you before moving further down. "So sensitive.." Jake brings his arm around your body, toying with your breast.

"Get on the bed, princess," Danny slowly rises from his seat, Jake following after him. You wish you could sit there and admire the way they look hovering over you, their masculine statures making you feel so tiny.

"Aw she's all intimidated," Jake smirks down at you, resting his hands on his hips. "Are we making you nervous, love?" Danny leans down and pets your hair before grabbing your arm and pulling you up.

Jake takes you in his arms and practically throws you on the bed, quickly climbing on and spreading your legs apart. "You gonna let us use you? Hm? Like our little toy?" Jake purrs, flexing his fingers into your thigh. "Please..." you practically moan, the near animalistic way he's acting makes your cunt throb, begging to be touched in any way possible.

Your boyfriend sits beside you, his lips instantly finding your necks as Jake draws a slow line of kisses up your leg. "Please," you whine, leaning your head back, granting Danny more access to your neck and spreading your legs even further for Jake.

"Poor girl wants it so bad," Jake mutters "and she's been so obedient." You feel Danny snicker against your neck, his hand coming up to knead your breast. "Please what, my girl?" Danny's kisses go lower and lower, his hands snaking behind your back to unclasp your bra.

You start to get fed up. "Please just fuck me. I don't care which one of you it is," you whine, grasping onto Danny's hair. "Oh sweetheart..." Jake smiles up at you, flexing his hand into the meat of your thigh "you can't always get what you want, y'know."

"Jacob, I have been nothing but submissive and sweet for you both an-" you interrupt yourself with a moan as Jake's fingers just barely come into contact with your needy clit. "Aww, can't you wait just a little longer, darling?" Jake lays kisses near your heat, kissing everywhere but the spot where you're aching for him.

"No, Jake. I-I can't," you whine and buck your hips up after Jake lays a kiss to your clit. "You're forgetting something, Y/N." Jake's cocky tone makes you roll your eyes, your hands massaging Danny's scalp as he continues to suck hickeys onto the skin of your clavicle. "You call me sir."

Jake's lips attach to your clit, a loud, desperate moan flying past your lips at the contact. "You gonna be a good girl and stop whining now? Hm?" He speaks between kisses to your soaked cunt. "Y-yes, sir," one of your hands let go of Danny's head to grasp onto Jake's hair.

"Oh fuck," you cry, involuntarily jutting your hips against Jake's mouth. "Mm, does that mouth of his feel good baby?" Daniel asks just before taking your nipple in his mouth, circling it with his tongue. "Mhm. So good," you breathlessly moan, rolling your hips into Jake's tongue.

Without warning, Jake slides two fingers into you. A loud, almost pornographic moan rips through your chest at the feeling. "She's so noisy," Jake chuckles, sharply curling his fingers up into a sensitive spot. You feel Danny snicker against your breast in agreement, sucking the supple skin of your breast into his mouth.

Jake finds a spot that makes you cry the loudest, babying that area until you're nothing but a sweaty, whimpering mess. "Oh god Jake please," your back comes up off the bed, squeaky breaths and moans flying from your open mouth. "That's not it, doll," Jake sends a sharp thrust of his fingers into you before sucking your clit into his mouth.

"Please sir," you cry, on the verge of tears. You feel Jake snicker against your heat, rewarding you with a sweet curl of his fingers up into you. Your eyes roll back into your head, your hands flying to Danny's back and digging into his muscle.

"Holy shit. I'm gonna- oh fuck," your thighs tremble and your fingers dig so deep into Danny's back you fear you might've broken skin.

For the second time, Jake completely pulls away from you. "I'm sorry sweetheart I promise you can cum soon. Just be patient love," Danny hums, pressing a sweet kiss to the base of your neck.

"Such a good girl," Jake praises, smoothing his hands over your thighs. Jake and Danny switch places, Danny settling in between your thighs as Jake's lips smash against your jaw.

"You ready, princess?" Danny grasps the base of his cock, pumping at a painfully slow pace. "Please fuck me, Danny," you moan, reaching down to toy with your clit. Jake chuckles against your neck at your response to Danny, sitting up to unbutton his pants.

As Danny teases your entrance, you reach over to unbutton Jake's shirt, your hands shakily fumbling the buttons. Jake gets his pants down, revealing the incredible tent in his boxers.

Jake juts his hips forward and pets your hair, silently telling you to touch him. Just as you grab his cock, Danny slowly starts to sink his tip into you, a whimper falling past your lips and your hands growing even more shaky.

"c'mon sweetheart. Just focus," Jake runs his hands through your hair, his hips slightly swiveling. Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you pull Jake's cock from his boxers. You marvel at it for a moment, taking in all the veins and admiring how hard he is in your hand. He's even bigger than you'd expected, and not to mention, deliciously thick.

"She's in awe, Daniel," Jake snickers, moving a damp piece of hair that was stuck to your face. You hear a low laugh come from Danny's chest as you start to stroke Jake's cock.

Your hands tremble around Jake as Danny continuously teases your cunt, desperate whines falling past your lips. "Let me feel your pretty little mouth, darlin," Jake purrs, his hips jutting forward.

Without hesitation, you take him in you mouth. At the same time, Danny slides into you and stretches you out with one painfully slow thrust. You mumble and moan against Jake, one of your hands finding Danny's locs of curls.

Jake grabs the back of your head, holding you still and forcing his cock down your throat, repeating the action as Danny starts to unapologetically thrust into you. An advantage Danny had that Jake didn't, was that he knew every one of your spots. He knew what would have you falling apart in front of him.

Your eyebrows knit together as you look at your boyfriend, moaning against Jake's cock. "Eyes on Jake, baby," Danny growls, sending a sharp thrust against a sweet spot.

Your eyes clamp shut at the feeling, but when you look back at Jake, he's got a sick grin on his face "Hi princess." Jake pets your hair before his hand snakes down your abdomen, your body covering with goosebumps at the feeling of his rough fingertips dragging down your bare tummy. An embarrassingly loud moan escapes your mouth and vibrates against Jake's cock once Jake starts to toy with your clit.

"Danny, you never told me this sweet girl of yours is so damn filthy," Jake rasps, rubbing sweet circles over your clit. Your eyes clamp shut, you were already almost there. The repeated loss of every orgasm so far has reduced you to nothing but a whining, sensitive mess.

"Oh baby," Danny purrs, thrusting so deep into you as you squeeze and quiver around him. Deep groans rumble up from both Danny and Jake's chests, the feeling of Danny ramming into you mixed with the sweet feeling of Jake's fingers against your needy swollen clit brings tears to your eyes. Not to mention the way Jake's cock is nearly going down your throat.

Jake lets go of your head to wipe hot tears from your cheeks, almost instantly returning the hand to where it was and thrusting even further into your mouth. "So so good for us," Jake whispers, punctuating his words with thrusts into your mouth. Danny doesn't fail to hit every single spot inside of you, you wouldn't be surprised if he'd found a new one.

Moans rip through your chest and you writhe beneath both of them, serving as a warning that you're close. Your eyes clamp shut once again, you're unable to keep quiet against Jake's cock, moans falling from your lips like a waterfall. "Fuck Y/N," you hear Jake groan above you and you open your eyes, watching him as he sends one final thrust into your mouth before his warm release spurts into your mouth.

He keeps you there, forcing you to swallow down every last drop of his release. "So good, Y/N," Jake runs his hand through your damp hair as he pulls out of your mouth. "Oh fuck. Danny!" You cry, grasping onto Jake's wrist for support.

Danny grabs the back of your head, pulling you up by your neck and smashing his lips against yours before dropping you back on the bed. "Oh- I'm close Danny I'm gonna-" you interrupt yourself with a loud, squeaky moan as Jake continues to rub circles over your clit and Danny babies a sweet spot deep within you.

You go to speak, but all that comes out is a high pitched squeak. Your eyes clamp shut and your nails dig into the flesh of Jake's arm "oh fuck- oh my god." Your orgasm creeps up on you, your head going blurry and your body shaking.

For the third time straight, you're robbed of release. Jake moves his hand and Danny pulls himself from you, grasping his cock and stroking it. With one final tug, warm ropes of ivory paint your throbbing heat and tummy. Tears swell up on your waterline and you cover your hot face with your hands, so overwhelmed by everything.

They let you lay there for a moment, collecting yourself as they smooth their hands over your body and wipe away your tears, telling you how good you are.

"c'mon baby, it's Jake's turn," Danny sits on the bed beside you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Jake moves to be where Danny was, a sick look in his eyes as he looks down at your unfortunately soaked cunt.

Without warning, he flips you around, pushing your cheek into the warm sheets and eliciting a small giggle from you. His rough hands smooth over your ass, flexing his fingers into the meat before his thumb comes down to toy with your entrance.

"Fu- Jake please," you whine into the sheets, swiveling your hips for him. You're sure under normal circumstances he'd continue to tease you and make you suffer for longer, but he probably pities you.

With a low chuckle, Jake grabs the base of his cock and drags his tip through your arousal drenched folds. That alone elicits a whiney moan, so when he thrusts into you and stretches you out with one swift movement an incredibly loud moan rips through your chest.

"So fucking tight," Jake groans, pulling nearly all the way out of you before coming back down and hitting a sensitive spot. "Oh Jake!" You cry, pushing yourself back further onto his cock as Danny runs his hand along your back.

"Does it feel good baby? Does my cock feel good in your sweet little pussy?" Jake growls, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, pulling you into him to go even deeper. You frantically nod your head, moans falling from your lips in strings until you can finally moan out a 'yes'.

Jake lays a slap against your ass, the sting eliciting a breathy moan. It's clear he loved whenever you would make the loudest noises, especially when he got you to moan his name. "So fucking filthy," Jake's arm snakes around your waist, pulling you up to be flush against his chest. "Letting us use you like our little fuck toy."

The hand not holding you against him finds your clit, rubbing tight circles to the swollen bud. "Oh fuck- oh my god," you whimper, writhing against Jake's body and struggling to keep your composure. "How good does he feel, love?" Danny tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear, cupping your sweaty cheek and stroking it with his thumb.

"So fucking good. He feels so good," you moan, grasping onto Danny's wrist. You hear Jake snicker by your ear, sending a particularly rough thrust into you. "And here I thought you were all innocent," Jake punctuates his words with sharp thrusts, letting go of your waist and grabbing your hair in a ponytail, holding you against him by just your hair as you grasp onto Danny's shoulders

You look at Danny, your incredibly fucked-out expression causing him to snicker. His hands reach up to cup your face, taking you into a sweat kiss in contrast to the rough, unapologetic way Jake's fucking into you.

Jake's cock has completely robbed you of every one of your remaining thoughts, the only thing on your mind being how good he feels. You pull away from Danny's sweet lips, gasping for air as Jake steals the air from your lungs.

"Oh god-" you cry, letting go of Danny's shoulder to grasp Jake's wrist, the feeling of his fingers against your clit becoming almost too much. Danny reaches up to toy with your breasts, taking your nipple in his mouth and taking the bud between his teeth.

Jake's fingers speed up around his clit, his hips rolling into sweet spots and his tip brushing against your cervix. "St- too much," you cry, your orgasm creeping up on you and making itself present. Your hands pull on Danny's curly tresses of hair, your eyes shut so tight it would take a crowbar to pry them open.

You never thought of yourself as a screamer, that is until you feel your orgasm approach. Disgusting strings of profanities and moans erupt from your mouth, you make noises you didn't even know you could make. Jake slows down a bit, making sure he doesn't hurt you or overwhelm you more than you already are, if that was even possible.

"Holy fuck! Jake I'm gonna- I'm," you're unable to finish your sentence before your orgasm shakes your body, rushing through every limb and vein. It's something you're sure you've never felt before, nearly 10x more intense due to the repeated loss of release leading up to now.

Jake's hot release spurts inside you, painting your walls with ivory slick. As Jake lowers you back down to the bed, Danny takes your face in his hands, holding your forehead against his, helping you come back down to earth with a soothing touch.

You go to open your mouth and say something, but all that comes out is a squeaky breath. Danny's unable to hold back the small laugh at your current state, his thumbs caressing the warm surface of your cheeks.

You open your eyes, offering a weak smile to your boyfriend and pressing a kiss to his pretty red lips. "Ready?" You hear Jake behind you, his hands smoothing over the raw skin of your ass. "N- not yet," you breathlessly whisper, cuddling up into your boyfriend's warm body. "Just tell me when, sweetheart," Jake leans over, kissing the skin of your back.

After enough time passes, you give Jake the yes to pull out. Jake's hands dig into the meat of your ass, bearing himself as he starts to pull himself from you. You suck in a breathy moan, a mix of both yours and Jake's juices dripping down your thigh almost instantly after he pulls out.

Danny settles into the bedpost, helping you flip back around and letting you lay on him as Jake gets a cloth wet to clean you up. "You think people are worried?" You giggle, looking up at Danny and reaching for his cheek.

"Well, you were pretty loud," Danny huffs a laugh, his hand running through your hair "but it is a party. It's bound to happen." Your cheeks burn red in embarrassment, knowing people definitely heard just how loud you were being.

Jake comes back with the cloth, his pants loose around his hips and his chest glistening with a thin layer of sweat. "Poor girl," Jake settles in front of you, bringing the damp cloth to your thighs. "She looks so fucked-out," Jake chuckles, paying extra care to make sure not to bother you as he cleans you up.

"Thank you," you smile, taking the back of Jake's neck in your hand and pressing a kiss to his cheek before attempting to stand up.

"You ready to be interrogated?" Danny jests, helping you slip your lingerie and clothes back on your body. "Really funny," you roll your eyes, your cheeks still flushed red with embarrassment.

"Yeah you might be joking but you forget how nosy my brothers are," Jake drives his elbow into Danny's side as he buttons his shirt.

"Yeah well if I get asked one question I'm jumping out of the window," you move your damp hair away from your neck, tying it up with an old hair tie you had on your wrist.

"Thanks Jake, I had fun," you smirk, standing on weak legs and pulling him into a hug before grabbing your boyfriend's hand and leading him out, Jake following suit behind you.

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[finsterwalds]

Got my hands on the script of Anatomy of a Fall, and I couldn't help but compare it with some scenes from the movie because that's how deep I am rn :'D Anyway, here are some of my finds and things I personally enjoyed. I'm sure there are more things to dig out but these are what I wanted to share with the world. The order of my finds will be chronological, for the most part, but keep in mind that sometimes, some scenes were edited to show up later, or earlier than originally intended. Spoilers for the whole movie obviously so you've been warned!

Takes place when Vincent first visits Sandra to discuss Samuel's death. In the movie, Sandra stops Vincent and cuts him harshly, saying "STOP, I did not kill him". Vincent then says a line that I think is pretty iconic in the movie, a sarcastic : "That's not the point. Really". His line is much harsher than on the script, where he's a bit softer. "You don't need to tell me that" implies that he has some deep, loyal faith in Sandra, while "That's not the point" cuts any further discussion. He really doesn't wanna know if she actually did it. Comes from a wish to remain blind still, but with less innocence and a lot of denial. Oh, Vincent.

In the movie, his last line is way better imo, he says "No one's gonna believe that. I don't believe that." I like the emphasis on his opinion rather than the fleeting and impersonal "it's really hard to believe". Truly hits way harder and puts Vincent back in the position of a lawyer.

The rest will be under the cut because I think it's gonna be a wall of text I apologize guys...... This movie does things to my brain.

There's a scene that was cut where Vincent phones Nour while still at Sandra's, which I would have enjoyed a lot but I'll admit it's a bit filler-y. Doesn't add a lot and kinda cuts the serious tone of Sandra's confession, imo, as they discuss the judge's antics in a pretty comical manner. I just love Nour so I'm based......

Another, REALLY long scene that was cut where a medium comes into Sandra's house to feel Samuel's ghost and foreshadows Daniel poisoning Snoop with aspirin. I had a good laugh at that one, honestly. It feels pretty out of place with the tone of the movie, and the personality of the characters even... I can't picture Sandra calling a medium. I'm glad they removed it because the foreshadowing was unnecessary too. It's still interesting that they had planned it however.

This takes place after Vincent finds out about the tape. Interestingly, his whole line was cut after "before he died". In the movie, he never comments on Sandra's affairs/sexuality. He never really asks much about her life at all. He truly is blinded by his wish to shield himself from her inner demons, in order to maintain his undying loyalty towards her. To see what he wants of her...

Another scene that was completely cut (a flashback, I believe?) where Sandra makes Daniel pose for a german photographer to make some money, which Monica dislikes, and then they argue. I think it really frames her as too unsympathetic, so I'm also glad it was cut.

Okay, so now, here comes The Big Change. The scene where Vincent and Sandra drink together after the first trial was heavily altered, because its tone in the movie is pretty tense when compared with the lightheartedness of the script. In the script, they laugh and reminisce together about the past and even kiss at the end of the scene. In the movie, none of was I screenshot happens : instead of playing along with the 'firing Vincent' suggestion, the scene ends with Sandra scolding Vincent for judging her in his head. Vincent backs off and the scene ends. Another instance of him not pressing emotional depth to shield himself.

There are other scenes I liked (many that touch upon Sandra's books) but I'll stop there. Hope you'll enjoy that... I might draw some of these so stay tuned... This movie has absorbed my soul but it feels good to be alive, thank you Justine Triet.

#anatomy of a fall #anatomie d'une chute #justine triet #vincent renzi #sandra voyter #not art #im posting it on my artblog because i wanna find this again and store everything about my lawyer era in one place #i didn't translate anything because that would take some time but hmu if you need a translation or if something's unclear #i didn't proofread this and my native language isn't english so picture a crazy frenchie going about their theories to you okay? #fits the movie imo

[karatekels]

- Would you like CK OR KK3 Terry?

I would like Cobra Kai Terry, please! The Silver Daddy in all his glory! 😭

- if there's any particular scenario or bit of dialogue you have in mind that can help me paint a picture a bit more (anything you want or don't want to see!)

Nothing in particular. But I got the idea of Terry's beloved having a size kink from scenes in Cobra Kai. I noticed that Terry seemed to stretch to full height like a cobra ready to strike! I have a feeling he knew it would intimidate others (during the tournament, especially). I always found that really hot instead of frightening. I wondered how Terry would react to his beloved feeling this way and figured he'd be delighted by it. Haha.

Original Prompt: (by anonymous)

Can you write a story where [CK] Terry Silver's beloved has a size kink? I don't mean just his *ahem* package but also his overall height, broad shoulders, and strength. Silver is massive! And, I think he'd get a kick out of knowing his beloved isn't intimidated when he stretches to full height but instead is incredibly turned on.

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I’m happy to write this for you anon! I was inspired by the scene where Terry and Daniel fight in Stingray’s apartment, since that’s the scene I watch for…inspiration when writing these. Terry stepping on Daniel definitely awakened something in me lol. Enjoy!

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As I Am

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“You thought you could get him to turn on me?”

You’d swear that that was Terry’s voice, but he had gone out earlier that day, and said he would likely be gone for a couple of hours. You follow the sound down one of the many hallways in Terry’s house, trying to figure out what you’d heard.

“Actions have consequences, Mr. LaRusso.” There it was again: Terry’s voice. You see a door cracked open further down the hall, and open it. The lights automatically come on, and you see two walls completely covered by small monitors. This must be one of the security rooms for the house.

“Look, I’m not here for trouble, okay? I’m not in the war. I surrender, if that’s what you want to hear… the valley is yours.”

You know you shouldn’t pry, especially when it came to Terry and Daniel LaRusso – he’d told you to stay out of it, for your safety, and you’d agreed – but couldn’t stop your curiosity from getting the better of you. You hit the space bar on the keyboard to bring the system out of sleep mode, and enter the security code that Terry had trusted you with.

The cameras detecting motion light up, narrowing down your options, and you quickly find the one you’re looking for: Terry, impeccably dressed in all black, his silver hair tied back and looking every bit the sexy villain you adored, standing at a distance from Daniel LaRusso, looking small and…skittish.

“The valley?” Terry asks incredulously, shaking his head as though disappointed. “It never ceases to amaze me how small your mind is.” He gestures emphatically with his large, beautiful hands, hands that you always loved to look at, whether he was playing the piano for you or running them along your body, teasing you until…

You blink, turning your focus to the screen once more, and watching Terry slowly walking towards LaRusso.

“I don’t give a shit about your valley. I’ve got much bigger plans.”

“Well, leave me out of them,” Daniel says dismissively, moving to walk around Terry and leave.

Terry follows the movement, leaning his body to subtly block Daniel, seeming to fill the space suddenly, playing with his hands nonchalantly. His eyes are locked on Daniel the whole time, a smile playing at his lips. The way Terry moved was hypnotic; he radiated strength at all times, but the way he moved was so slow, so easy, so measured… he was in total control of himself at all times, and it seriously turned you on. You lick your lips subconsciously, finding yourself moving closer to the screen.

“It’s remarkable how easy it was to disrupt your marriage.”

Daniel drops the box he’s holding to the ground, his face starting to show anger. Terry always knew just how to push the other man’s buttons; he knew how to push everyone’s buttons, really, but LaRusso seemed to be a favourite of his ever since he resumed running Cobra Kai. You really didn’t care about the fight or the history or who would win the karate war, as long as it meant Terry would keep wearing that gi, coming home sweaty and delicious…

“You opened the door and let me just waltz right in.” he says, chuckling all the while. His cockiness, his laughter, everything about him was like he had been designed just to drive you wild.

“Imagine how easy it’s gonna be,” he continues, moving even closer to Daniel, dwarfing him with his size, “to wrap Cobra Kai gis… around both your kids.”

This is the last straw for LaRusso, and he shoves Terry back before swinging at him, managing to land a hit to his face. There is a brief moment of panic that floods through you as you worry your love has been hurt, but then Terry laughs, encouraging Daniel, and you remember who you’re engaged to. You can tell that he’s getting riled up; your man loved a fight and, remembering how desperate he had been to take you the moment he got home after fights in the past, you find yourself responding in kind. Terry didn’t like you to see him being violent; he’d only hurt people in front of you a handful of times during your relationship, and only because he was protecting you from a scumbag.

He’d said it was because he didn’t want you to get upset or scared, but looking at him now, wrapping his arms around LaRusso’s and holding him steady before headbutting him, sending the man flying with a broken nose, all you wanted was to throw yourself at him. He was so elegant, moving with such speed and strength for his age, his high kick sent your stomach flipping into knots. Terry stands over LaRusso, cold rage simmering within him as he accuses him of getting in his way for months, only to surrender when he was losing. Well, that’s not how Terry did things, you knew.

While LaRusso gets a couple more hits in on him, Terry sees the punch coming, striking out like a cobra with a leg and getting the man right in the shoulder, setting him up to grab his arm and send his elbow into his rotator cuff, dislocating his shoulder. Shouldn’t you be more upset by this? you wonder to yourself, watching LaRusso go down to the ground, Terry panting over him. He steps on LaRusso’s shoulder with a black boot, and you feel another flood of arousal wash over you, seeing how dominant your man was as he snaps the man’s shoulder back into place with his foot, threatening him and showing him mercy all the while before leaving the room, wherever it was.

You shut the lights off, fleeing the room for the nearest bathroom, not wanting to come apart and have one of the staff find you. Bracing yourself against the sink, you take a look at your reflection, noting your flushed cheeks and dark eyes shining with lust, chest heaving. Another few minutes of watching Terry like that and you think you may have come without him even touching you. You had to have him just like that, using all of his size and strength and taking you, not holding anything back.

But how could you get away with it when you weren’t supposed to have seen what you just witnessed?

--- Terry’s POV ---

You were nowhere to be found when Terry arrived home an hour or so later; upon questioning the staff a maid said that you were in the bedroom getting ready for dinner tonight. A bit strange, he thought, but not unheard of; sometimes you liked getting all dolled up just to stay with him in the house, and he was more than okay with it. He moved into one of the studies on the main floor, pouring himself a stiff drink and sitting in his favourite armchair, sipping it slowly while he pondered everything going on with LaRusso.

Awhile later, Terry hears the sound of your heels on the marble floor approaching him, and turns, finding you in the door way in a very low-cut black bodycon dress that hit the middle of your thighs, wearing stockings and black heels, your hair flowing past your shoulders and your face glowing with subtle makeup that accentuated your naturally beautiful features.

He feels his cock stir against his thigh.

“Y/N…darling, you look incredible. What’s the occasion?” he asks, half-joking, as this was over-the-top for one of your “fun night in” looks; not that he minded, he thinks to himself, eyes taking in your cleavage hungrily. Your own gaze roams his body before you look up at him with a coy smile.

“Oh, nothing!” you chirp, seeming almost giddy. “I’ve just been thinking about you all day. C’mon, dinner’s ready.” You turn and walk down the hallway to the kitchen, your hips swaying very intentionally. Minx, he thinks to himself, watching you walk away, but he knows he should be grateful that a stunning younger woman such as yourself wanted him as badly as he wanted you. Still, he thought, making his way to the dining room, you were clearly up to something. He’d give you until after dinner before dragging the answer out of you.

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Someone from the kitchen staff clears your plates away, leaving you with your glass of red and Terry with his whiskey. You hadn’t cracked yet, but you were showing all the signs, your eyes flitting to him nervously and then away. Were you having an affair? He thought it unlikely, but then, he’d been betrayed numerous times before.

“What’s troubling you, my dear?” he asks, trying for the non-confrontational approach first. Your eyes snap to his nervously, a light blush forming across your cheeks.

“Nothing is wrong, honey,” you say, your voice an octave higher than usual. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, you look like a deer in the headlights, and you’ve been acting more and more nervous as the night has gone on. Please tell me, sweetheart, and I’ll fix the issue, I promise.”

You take a deep, calming breath, and Terry imperceptibly tenses his body, preparing for the worst.

“Please don’t get mad, okay? I thought I heard your voice and followed it and I went into the security room and… and I saw you fighting Daniel LaRusso,” you confess, worrying your lower lip between your teeth, brow furrowed in concern.

Terry stills, chewing the bite of food in his mouth thoroughly as he thinks this over. Compared to what he had been imagining you were going to tell him, this was nothing, and he is immediately relieved. Still, the only way for you to have seen what had happened in that apartment was if someone had abandoned their post in the security room, allowing you to slip inside. He would go see to it immediately that the culprit was identified and fired; if they were shirking their security duties, that put you at risk, and that was unacceptable.

“I’m so sorry you had to see that, my love,” he apologizes, sincerity ringing in his tone. He didn’t want to alarm you; he was so careful to keep his violent tendencies away from you. You were so small and sweet, so delicate… he’d never forgive himself for frightening you. “I’m completely fine, and please believe me when I say I never want you to see me like that.”

Rather than looking relieved at his words, or even still scared and distrusting of him – he’d really wailed on LaRusso today – you seem a bit put out. Tilting his head, he surveys you, staring at you until you feel his gaze on you and look up to lock eyes with him. He silently implores you to tell him what’s going on with you, and he sees you struggle for a long moment as you consider what to say. After what feels like ages, you look up across the table at him with determination.

“Watching you kick LaRusso’s ass was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Well, that certainly wasn’t what he had expected, Terry thinks, but feels something primal within himself stretch to its full height, glowing with pride. Polishing off his drink, he surveys you over the rim of his glass, and sees your eyes fixed on his hand around his glass. Setting the glass down, he runs a finger around the rim, watching your eyes follow as they darkened with lust. Had watching him fight given you a fascination with his hands? Only one way to find out.

Moving slowly, precisely, Terry gets out of his seat, walking around the table and coming to the side of your chair. Reaching down, he grabs the back of your seat, one hand on either side of your hips, and spins the chair in a sharp movement so that you’re facing him. Your blush is working its way down your neck, the way it did when you got really turned on. Interesting… Keeping his arms on either side of you, keeping you trapped by his large body, he leans down to whisper in your ear.

“So you liked what you saw, did you?” he murmurs in a husky voice that has your blood rushing in your ears. He hears your sharp intake of breath, feeling you nod vigorously into the crook between his neck and shoulder. He smiles to himself before taking your earlobe in between his lips, nibbling it gently, and you shiver against him. “What did you like, baby girl? You know I’ll do anything to please you; you just have to ask…”

--- Reader’s POV ---

You swallow heavily before you can bring yourself to speak. “I…fuck, Terry, I liked it all. You were so intimidating and dominant and imposing and it was just so sexy to see you fully…you… I know that you’re always doing little things like walking slower or hunching down a bit to seem smaller, and that’s really sweet, but seeing you let that all go and just go for it was…well, I nearly came just from watching you fight through the monitor.”

Terry’s hands come around your upper arms suddenly, and he lifts you out of your chair and to your feet in a fluid movement that takes you by surprise. He trails one hand down your body to wrap around your waist, the other reaching up to cradle your face; he could hold your head in one hand so easily…

“And you thought you would just dress yourself up like a pretty little doll and get what you wanted, hmm?” he asks quietly, his hand moving to tangle in your hair, making you moan at the slight sting as he tugs on your locks. “You want me to throw my weight around, lovely? Throw you around? Your wish is my command.”

He lifts you into his arms again with ease, wrapping your legs around his waist tightly, his hands holding you by your upper thighs, fingers toying with the bare skin under your dress where your stockings ended. You whimper, and he silences you, kissing you fiercely, moving to the nearest wall and slamming you against it hard, pinning you to it with his body. You kiss him back with just as much passion, squeezing your thighs around him and feeling his large hands squeeze you in return. He holds you steady with one hand, releasing his cock from his trousers with the other before bunching your dress up past your hips, pushing your panties to the side, and lowering you onto his cock with ease.

You groan as he enters you so suddenly; wet as you were for him – you had been since you had seen him through the security monitors – Terry was still huge, and always stretched you until you thought he would break you in half. Keeping you supported with one hand underneath you, he fucks you hard against the wall, his other hand reaching between you to play with your clit and help your body relax and adjust to fit him. The rough stone wall is raking your bare back and your ass as you bounce up and down on his cock, undoubtedly leaving scrapes, and the sensation heightens your pleasure and before long, he’s got you moaning wantonly, loud enough for anyone on the property to hear.

“Oh fuck Terry, yes!” you cry out in ecstasy, letting him have his way with you as he pumps you up and down on his cock, feeling like he’s somehow everywhere at once, on you and in you and it’s better than you could have imagined. You don’t think you could ever get enough of this man.

“Is this what you wanted, baby girl?” Terry growls, panting hotly against your neck and making your eyes roll back into your head. “You needed a reminder of who you belong to, huh? You needed my cock to fuck this tight little pussy, didn’t you?”

“God yes, Terry, I need your big cock – fuck, it’s so good! I’m so close!” you wail, trying to roll your hips as he fucked you to get some friction on your clit. He pulls out of you suddenly and you actually whine at the loss of him inside you. Looking up at him in desperation as he sets you on the ground, you take the moment to appreciate how incredibly hot it is, having this Adonis of a man all to yourself.

“You need to pace yourself, little one. I’ve got plans for you tonight.”

Without another word, he tosses you over his shoulder, making sure your pussy and dripping thighs are exposed, and you squirm against his broad shoulder at the thought of someone seeing you like this. Terry chuckles, and you know that he has guessed your thoughts, his hand moving even further up your thighs as he carries you towards the bedroom. You clench your legs together tightly in response, to trap his hand in retribution for all the teasing, and his fingers merely grip your flesh more firmly, making you whimper.

Kicking open the door to the bedroom, he tosses you onto the bed before kicking off his shoes and removing his jacket. He tugs his pants down the rest of the way, stepping out of them, and moves to unbutton his shirt, but you scramble off the bed towards him, reaching for him.

“Please let me?” you beg, and he gives you an amused sigh, sitting on the edge of the bed and letting you take the reins. You unbutton his shirt slowly from the top down, kissing every inch of his chest as it is revealed to you. Pushing the shirt from his shoulders, you run your hands all over him, savouring the feel of strong muscles under soft skin. Drinking him in with his eyes, you take a (reluctant) step back, reaching behind you to unzip your dress and tug it down your body, letting it pool on the floor at your feet, leaving you in your sexiest pair of black lace underwear, a garter belt holding up your stockings, and your heels.

Even when he’s sitting on the bed, Terry towers over you, and you can’t keep from launching yourself at him, straddling his lap and kissing every bit of him you could reach. Digging your nails into his muscular back and tracing patterns across his pectorals with your tongue, Terry hisses in approval, his hands gripping your butt and pulling you against him even tighter, spreading your legs wider against his hips, opening you up to him.

Kneading your ass with his hands, he guides your hips up and down, grinding your center against his hard cock, and you throw your head back, reaching back to grip his knees for support. Wasn’t a lap dance intended to please the recipient? you wonder as your underwear creates the perfect friction against your clit, making you moan.

“Such an eager little thing for me, aren’t you Y/N?” Terry croons as you grind desperately on his lap. You nod furiously, unable to form words, your wailing taking on a higher pitch as his mouth closes around one of your nipples, tongue swirling around you as he sucks hard. You try to arch your back away from him, feeling overstimulated, but he holds you fast, one hand travelling up your spine and keeping your back where he wants it.

“Oh, there’s no getting away from me now, darling,” he purrs around your breast, the vibrations sending heat through your veins. “You’re going to take all of me with this tight little body of yours.”

He keeps you against his cock and you stay put, behaving, and his hands move down your body to your feet hanging off the edge of the bed, removing your heels one by one before returning his hands to your waist, lifting you up to stand between his legs. He pins you in place with his eyes, his hands teasing the tender flesh of your hips in small circles. You worry your knees may give out.

“If you want to keep these,” his fingers toy with your underwear, “you’d better get them off now, or I will rip them off of you. Keep everything else on,” he orders, and you reach down to undo the garter belt from your stockings with trembling fingers, tugging your underwear down before refastening everything.

“Good girl,” Terry praises, taking your hips in hand once more and spinning you so your back is to him. He lifts you up with ease, still sitting on the bed, and pulls you onto his lap backwards, keeping your legs spread to either side of his knees.

“Knees on the bed, baby,” he commands, and you hasten to do so, spreading yourself open. He lifts you up, bending you forward slightly, and guides you back onto his cock, leaning you back against his chest and thrusting up into you from behind. He keeps one hand wrapped around your waist to keep you still, his hips thrusting slow and deep, and his other hand slides up your body to wrap around your neck, squeezing gently. You’re feeling so deliciously full, and used, that all you can do is take it, take everything Terry is doing to you.

“Open your eyes baby girl, and watch yourself,” he demands, his voice hoarse in your ear, and you force your eyes open, noticing for the first time that Terry has positioned you both to be in clear view of the floor-length mirror in your bedroom. “Watch that tight cunt take my big cock like it was meant to.”

You feel like you’re on the verge of passing out from everything, his words taking you right to the edge, but fight to keep your eyes open, watching your slack-jawed reflection stretched around Terry’s massive body, his massive cock thrusting into you, locking eyes with your tear-filled ones, the look on his face nearly having you coming on his cock.

“You’re close, love, I can feel it,” he moans in your ear, his hand trailing from your neck down your body. “Let go for me, darling. I want to feel that pretty pussy milk my cock as you come for me.”

His hand reaches your clit, his talented fingers bringing you to the peak with ease as you shatter, your whole body seeming to clench around his cock like it was trying to keep him inside you. Terry maintains his torturously slow, deep thrusts, holding you down and fucking you through your orgasm as you scream until your voice is hoarse. Eventually your pussy relaxes around his cock once more, and you whimper at every pump of his hips, feeling completely spent.

But Terry isn’t through with you yet, lifting you off his cock reluctantly to flip you around, laying you down on the bed on your back before entering you again, helping you lock your legs around him as your body struggles to do it on its own. He leans down, bracing his body on either side of you to keep from crushing you, completely caging you in. He rests his forehead on yours, eyes staring into you with lust and devotion and pouring that passion into a kiss that has your toes curling.

“You know I love watching your pretty face as I fill you up, Y/N,” he moans against your lips, holding your hips in a bruising grip as he lifts you up to an angle that lets him fuck you even deeper.

“Fuck baby, you’re so much… so good,” you groan out in between gasps as his thrusts physically take your breath away. Your speech is slurred, you’re completely cock-drunk, and you feel a second orgasm growing within you.

“I should have known you would want to take all of me, just as I am, just like this,” Terry growls, punctuating every word with a pump of his hips. “You were made for me, my little succubus.”

He leans back, keeping your hips in position, arced up off the bed, looking down your body to your face, a mask of ecstasy. You made such delicious sounds when you were losing your mind to pleasure. Reaching down, he lays a large, warm hand over your abdomen, pressing on it gently, and he groans at the sensation, though the noise is drowned out as you positively shriek as this makes his cock stroke your G-spot with every movement.

“I can feel my cock stretching you out, baby,” he hisses, speeding up as he gets close. He grabs one of your wrists, pulling it away from the sheets you’ve clenched in your fist in desperation, and lays it on your stomach as well. Your eyes widen in shock, your jaw falling open as you feel his cock through your body. A shudder goes through your whole body, and Terry feels it too; you’re both so wrapped up in one another that you’re practically one.

“Shit baby, that’s so fucking hot – you feel huge inside me” you whimper, pressing down more firmly on your abdomen; his cock feels the increased pressure, and his eyes roll back. “I can’t take much more, Terry. Pump me full, please!”

Terry removes your legs from their death grip around his waist, lifting them up to his shoulders and leaning over you, pressing you almost in half as he quickens his pace. You reach down between you, playing with your clit frantically, and Terry growls in approval, staring down at you with hungry eyes.

“That’s right baby, get yourself off around my cock again. I want you to squeeze every last drop out of me!”

His words seem to set you off more than anything else, and you come hard again with a wail, Terry’s hand replacing your own and working at your clit to draw out your orgasm, his other hand somehow managing to grab both of yours and pinning them above your head, stopping you from moving his hand away from your pussy; your pleasure only ended when he was satisfied. Your tears roll down your cheeks as you whine incoherently, completely overstimulated, and it’s only when Terry sees you start to fade that he finally lets go, coming deep inside you with a roar.

His movements slow, and then stop completely, as you both fight to catch your breath, sweating and satisfied. He releases your wrists, his hands moving to either side of you as he lifts his weight off of you, his cock slipping out of you as he rolls onto his back beside you, pulling you into an embrace on top of him.

“Terry…” you gasp out his name, your body spasming uncontrollably. “Oh my God, Terry!” you wail, feeling little aftershocks of your orgasm wrack your body. He wraps his arms around you protectively, stroking your hair soothingly.

“It’s okay, love, I’ve got you. It’ll pass in a minute or two; your body is just in a bit of shock from how intense everything was,” he explains, and you nod, feeling safe in his arms as you ride out the feeling. Eventually, your body stops shuddering and you relax, leaning up to kiss him softly on the mouth, looking down at him with adoration.

“You were…that was incredible,” you breathe, unable to find the words to adequately explain the best sex you’d ever had. He laughs, the sound rumbling in his chest, stroking your cheek fondly as he looks up at you with an expression of pure love.

“Maybe next time I have to deal with Danny Boy, you come along, hmm?”

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…I had a great deal of fun writing this. Hope you all enjoy!

#terry silver #thomas ian griffith #terry silver x reader #cobra kai #smut #sensei targaryen #the karate kid 3 #kk3 #i am this close to calling him Daddy

[marcusrobertobaq]

Why people often confuses Connor's deviancy with Hank's relationship status:

They got similar impacts after a point the story. Usually when the SI goes up are choices that also gonna impact Hank's rep positively. But as u can see they're totally unrelated, not only in the narrative but also the math system.

So, no... Connor doesn't deviate cuz of Hank. That's not true. I believe the devs themselves realized leaving a dialogue implying that would go against what they constructed and also becoming a plot hole when you're outside one specific route (an issue the game got overall).

(deviant Connor about Markus if dude got killed in Crossroads)

According to the narrative there may be 3 main reasons why he can choose deviating:

Amanda AI betrayal, when he also thought he mattered enough for CL to not lie to him (Daniel parallel);

Finding common ground with the deviants story, empathizing with 'em (esp the Tracis);

Realizing he ain't doing "the right thing" by helping the megacorporation to repress androids - he included, as they're using him as just some tool.

As he may have 3 main reasons to choose not deviating:

Believe deviants are extremly dangerous to humans, a threat to the country and to innocent people - and he's the one that can help preventing chaos from happening (CL propaganda);

Believe deviants are no better than "bad" humans he met along the way and that he's the one that can help prevent chaos from happening (CL propaganda + experience);

Fear of failing his mission, his whole purpose and ending up as 100% nothing (not useful) for Amanda - someone he got a level of attachment -, consequently ceasing to exist (dying) in the end (not even destroyed but the existence totally deleted).

In resume Connor's machine vs deviancy clash looks like a mix of doubts/conflicts about the deviancy situation + fear of "death" (ceasing to exist).

According to the narrative Connor's main topic related to Hank, something not impacted about the machine vs deviancy clash, is his worry and empathy towards Hank's trauma: mf's a traffic accident survivor, got a bad relationship with androids "cheating death" due to his own son's death as it's basically an INSULT when all the guy wants is having his kid (kids are quite a relevant topic in Connor's arc btw) back in his arms + the belief an android is responsible for Cole's death in attempt to ease his own sense of guilty.

All dude wants is Hank to overcome this trauma cuz it worsened things like suicidal tendencies and alcoholism - and also his hatred for androids.

Ain't only cuz these personal issues can make his job difficult but also cuz he starts respecting Hank and where mf came from after a point in the game, even if he "hates" the guy's guts.

I'd say Hank's experience alongside Connor in the case witnessing deviants stories confirming his negative opinion on humans made him realize he was being a coward this whole time attacking the wrong people:

and sadly his rep with Connor alone is what decides if the guy finally act upon his bullshit and "uses his suicidal tendencies" to fight for what he think it's right (telling law enforcement to fuck off definitely) or die in cowardice in his own house by his own hand victim of this same issue.

I can't help but say it's again continuation issues as this scene makes no sense when you're outside a very specific route.

A better summary would be: Connor doesn't deviate cuz of Hank, but Hank "deviates" cuz of Connor (due to bad design cuz Connor himself shouldn't be the reason he changes his mind but the whole picture imo).

I believe to fully visualize a character and context in a game like this we need to analyze each variation in the story, not only playing a specific route - the easiest one they call "full best ending", the one the game itself helps u to get - cuz it's easy losing context and also a good part of the character's range of expressions. When u do that u realize the character got a base that won't change doesn't matter how u play.

I'm offering y'all material to work with and go explore yourselves cuz i've been seeing some terrible takes recently and got "where tf is this in the canon bible?". What u gon do with this info ain't my jurisdiction anymore, my mission ends here.

#dbh #detroit become human #dbh: how i think shit works #connor rk800 #hank anderson #dbh observation list

[magical-awesome-kid]

DP x DC AU.

Danny Phantom has been the King of the Infinite Realms, a halfa, and hero for thousands of years now. He, by all accounts, is considered a god or Eldrich abomination (or both), which means his power levels are par to few/none. Under his reign, his planet Earth found massive peace (religious wars were stopped simply by asking people there, pre-meditated murder went out the window when the risk of them coming back as a ghost was very real, and Fenton Technologies compounded with Ghost Zone technologies had completely changed the course of human evolution).

Danny learned how to rule and does so well. He does it so well that the afterlife basically runs itself now. Sure, disputes still happen, fights still break out, but they're small affairs compared to how things used to be. As the King of the Zone, his mere presence has healed much of the cracks and fissures that had occurred under Pariah, and, even in a place where death and life mix as well as his own DNA mixes with Ectoplasm, where one minute there's a sudden influx of the dead just as a new species is born from the mythos of old, it's quite a content place to be. With the dimension's growth, so, too, has Danny, now looking like a man in his thirties, lean and strong but comforting all the same (he can never quite die due to his halfa status, but he stopped aging normally around the time he turned thirty-three - he now can appear however old or young he feels, and, after his family passed, he reverted back to his younger man days, which he felt was when things seemed to settle around him).

But, well... Danny is bored as hell.

Now, he's been looking to stretch his legs in the land of the living again. He's been a Zone Body for nearly 2500 years now, only making trips to his own dimension when called upon for input and to sit in on galactic meetings, but, even then, he's got tons of people who can stand in for him. Danielle, appearing as a late-twenties, early-thirties woman usually going by Ellie or El these days, is considered the Princess of the Realms and leads up exploration teams on different dimensions that have either pinched off from the realms, forming fully-living or fully-dead places, and better charting the healing process and anything they need to step in personally (while considered the 'land of the dead,' the Infinite Realms is more akin to a purgatory, connecting, well, infinite dimensions where life and death exist more exclusively, acting as a bridge, a binding agent, between time and space).

Danny decides to appoint his top advisors (largely still Sam, Tucker, and Jazz, who have become ghosts and, as royal appointees, have access to all afterlifes and free pass to go and come as they please, as well as some trusted long-time allies like Clockwork and Pandora) to keep eyes on everything for him while he takes a 'short scouting mission' with Danielle (i.e. maybe take a break).

Ellie and Danny head off to the next dimension on the list, and, as soon as they hit the ground running, it's immediately clear that this one is filled with issues.

While the general rule is that they don't meddle in dimensional affairs, this dimension, right off the bat, REEKS of stale Ectoplasm. Like it's been broken off and re-attached incorrectly to the Infinite Realms, and thus the normal flow of ectoplasm has stalled. This can cause a lot of complications, especially for people who come into contact with said ectoplasm. It's also a dimension of heroes and villains, which immediately kicks Danny's protective instincts into high gear.

Ellie manages to keep them on track... until they find out about a clone who's been treated horribly by both of his 'parents' even though he's done nothing wrong.

Then... yeah. She doesn't mind staying a little longer.

So yeah, they may be meddling, but this dimension needs help! They swear!

(The Justice League doesn't know what's about to hit them when two new, absolute power houses come on scene, one instantly going out of their way to adopt Young Justice, but mostly Superboy, while the other starts spearheading global unification in the most convoluted of ways. Well, except Constantine, who takes one look at the two heroes, INSTANTLY recognizes them, and nopes the fuck out. He's heard stories of the Ghost King and Ghost Princess, and, while pillars of goodness and justice, they are also known to be absolute hellions, and he's dealt with actual hell creatures).

#dp x dc #danny phantom #detective comics #justice league #young justice #Danielle is just going to adopt all the clones #She's been there done that and has a great mentor to show off #Danny is going to kick some ass #Mostly the religious fanatic kind #'Shut UP about who's god is real! They all exist and they all are pains in my ass. Work it out like adults' #Yes Danny is the boss of all existence basically #As pointed out in the show #Disconnecting from the ghost zone is a VERY bad thing

[pinkandgoldensoul]

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pairing: max verstappen x female!reader genre: friends to lovers, kind of slow burn, angst, fluff and comfort !tw!: swearing, drinking, makeout session and mentions of sleeping together (but no description of it, SFW), insecurities, lot of fluff, angst other notes: y/n catches a cold? word count: 11.6k (and I didn't even include all the scenes I wanted to, but it was getting out of hand. I always put dividers, if you want to read it in chunks!) A huge thanks to whoever reblogs or likes the story ♥

You took a sip from your cup. The water felt warm around your waist, making it pleasant to stay in there under the moon’s soft beams. You took another sip. While glancing at the dim lights set around the patio, you paid attention to the speakers blasting club music in your direction. You hadn’t noticed them when you had first arrived. To be fair, things had got more than hectic when you had entered Max’s house: a lot of people were already packed in the kitchen, filling up cups and glasses, toasting and talking loudly. As you drank once again from your cup, you placed it right behind you on the poolside and rapidly submerged to warm your arms and hair, which had almost dried out. Underwater, you saw a blurred wood of legs moving, dancing, jumping. You came back to the surface. «All good?» You heard Max say, leaning against the pool right next to you. You turned towards him, a smile on full display. «Yeah. Really good.» «Happy to hear that.» he whispered, getting a little bit closer so that only the two of you could listen. You quickly turned to grab your cup back in your hand and addressed him once again. «Cheers, Max!» «Cheers.» You both toasted lightly, bringing your cups together with a small movement, since they were already close, and stared at each other while doing so. Someone yelling at the opposite end of the pool made your heads turn, just in time you could see Daniel bomb-diving into the pool. Covered in splashes, you all laughed at him; he was definitely enjoying himself a lot. Better than being given pity looks in the paddock, that was for sure. Max had decided to throw a party during the short two-weeks break before Singapore would host the next Grand Prix, and invited friends as well as F1 drivers, plus people he had never seen but were admitted anyway. With a bit of convincing, he managed to bring you there and so far you had been having a whole ton of fun.

Out of the water, right next to the door which divided the patio from the inside of the house, where the heart of the party was, you eyed Carlos and Lando having fun on their own. «Y/n!» As Daniel called you, you diverted the gaze from the drivers’ couple. «Dan!» «I missed you a lot.» he theatrically put his arms around you, engulfing you in a drunk – but still affectionate – hug. «I know, Dan, I did too.» you chuckled, trying not to crush under his weight. Max patted Daniel’s shoulder, in an attempt to help you out of his grubby-drunk hold. «Come on, mate, it isn’t time to be sentimental yet!» «Isn’t it?» Daniel said, rapidly letting you go and turning towards Max. The Dutch simply smiled at him and drank from his cup. Dan, lips parted, looked at you with lost eyes. «It isn’t time yet…» he reasoned under his breath. «But… IT IS TIME TO GO CRAZY!» Before you could make sense of his yell, you felt him wrapping his arms around your legs and raising you out of the water. Letting out a squeal of surprise, you then leaned your head back down and started laughing, lost in joy, as Daniel made you twirl with him and showed you like a trophy all around.

You danced with Daniel and a little group of people he knew before going back to Max, who was laughing and drinking with his close friends. Willing to join them, you took the cup you had left on the edge of the pool, only to see it was empty. Getting out of the water, Max immediately noticed and turned towards your standing figure; as you quickly dried your body with a towel, he looked at you, arms resting on the wooden poolside. «Where are you going?» he asked. You shook your empty cup in front him. «Quick fuel pit-stop.» you said. «Don’t spill it, it’s flammable!» he said laughing, turning back to his friends. Walking to reach the kitchen, you got near Carlos and Lando, who smirked at you. «Did he like it?» the Brit asked. «Uh?» you asked, confused. «The little striptease she gave him? Oh, Max liked it for sure!» Carlos said laughing. «Yeah! Did you see him staring back at her when she walked towards us? He’s so-» «Do you want me to show you something as well?» you asked with a seductive tone, interrupting Lando’s rumbling. As they looked at you surprised, clearly not expecting such an offer, you raised both your middle fingers in front of their faces. Getting past them, you heard them burst out laughing uncontrollably, and didn’t stop yourself from smiling lightly as well. You briefly glanced at the inside of the house: the big room arranged as a dance floor was packed with people dancing at the rhythm of the beats exceptionally chosen by a dear friend of Max who had joined the party at the last moment, Martijn.  Everybody was so worked up and hyped you couldn’t even see him through the crowd.

Walking down the corridor, you were drawn to a rapid flow of French talking; you then eyed Charles and Charlotte, clearly having a discussion, as they entered a room and locked it. A little bit uneasy at the sight, you shook your head trying not to think of it and kept going. You reached the kitchen, definitely a calmer and quieter place; you searched for the pack of beers you had seen at the beginning of the party, a few hours earlier, but you guessed it had probably vanished quickly. You then decided to have a look in the hall, sure you would find at least the boxes you had brought. «Here you are!» you said, getting close to the new-found box, opening a bottle and starting to fill up your cup. «Here I am.»  You heard a soft voice speaking in front of you, right next to the entrance door; deep inside of you, you knew who that was, and you would’ve preferred to keep your eyes glued to the cup instead of raising them to look at the person.  You didn’t, of course. You were met by Kelly’s stare, indecipherable.  Without knowing how to react, you slowly became aware of your hand being strangely wet. You had just forgotten to stop pouring beer in the cup; your gaze dropped down and you realized the carpet beneath you could be considered drunk enough for the rest of its lifeless life. «Fuck- Sorry, I mean, ehm…»  Panicking and unsure of what to do, also thanks to you not being sober enough to process the situation, you downed the liquid which you had actually poured into the cup and then got rid of it hiding it in the box, together with the beers. «Do… do you know where Max is?» Kelly asked, a brow raised. «Ye-yeah! Of course!» you answered, nodding convulsively. You both stood in awkward silence. «So… Can you bring me to him?» she asked you, trying to read into your dead-panned face. «R-right! It’s this way!» You rushed your steps towards the pool and, after thinking you had got lost, you successfully reached the patio.  You halted before the window-door. Was it the right thing to do? Max had told you Kelly had broken up with him over text… You two had briefly discussed it after Monza, and he seemed pretty determined not to hear from her ever again. How could you lead her in front of him without being taken as cruel? «What’s wrong?» Kelly asked, her voice urgent. You didn’t answer. You opened the door and got close to the pool, stopping once again as you stared at Max. He seemed to feel the weight of your eyes, because he turned to look at you standing, motionless, concern written over your face. Max hadn’t time to react, since Kelly brushed past you, sick of waiting, and quickly reached him. Brain fogged up because of alcohol, he stared at her without being able to react. What was she doing? Why was she there?

Did she want to talk? Do that stupid chasing game, leaving him with no mercy and then coming back playing the victim? Max turned his back to her, pretending not to care. He’d suffered because of her shitty silent treatment, and it was time for her to reap what she sought. As soon as he felt the warmth of her hand, carefully placed on his shoulder, though, Max knew his propositions were going to crumble like a house of cards. «Max… Please…» she whispered softly. He abruptly turned his head to her. «What do you want?» he asked, plain yet sounding aggressive. «I want you out of this pool so we can have a talk like adults do.» Kelly stated, determined. Max dryly chuckled and stopped looking at her, his eyes back to the pool. «Do you think you acted like an adult towards me? Because I don’t.» Kelly put a hand on her forehead, exasperated. «Max, stop being a child. I’m not here to waste time.» «Then leave.» «I won’t leave until we discuss.» Max tried not to give up on his words: he wanted her to disappear, so that he could go back to drinking carelessly and having fun.  But he couldn’t ignore her, as much as he would force himself to. He quickly got out of the pool, using the same towel you dried yourself with, and pulled Kelly aside, so that they could speak without being heard or interrupted. As they did, a group of people out of the pool started yelling and pushing each other; waking up from your dozed state, you rushed towards them to prevent the brawl from growing even bigger and creating further problems. «I… I didn’t mean to sound rude with my texts. I just needed time to think, and I couldn’t do it with you next to me.» Kelly started. «So?» Max asked, his impatience beginning to soften. «I don’t think you can have both me and y/n.» «What?» Max couldn’t make sense of it: what did that mean?  Before he could even act or say something, he felt Kelly’s hands surrounding his neck as she got closer. «But I would never give you up, Max.» she said, tender. As you vainly tried to split the two guys who started fighting, you had time to direct your gaze towards the scene unfolding between Max and Kelly.

Those seconds of distraction, in which you saw the two of them inching closer and closer, prevented you from noticing someone out of the brawl coming towards you. You realized it the moment you lost balance and spun your arms in hope of regaining it but without success. Max, confused as to why Kelly’s lips seemed so near, got startled by the loud sound of splashing water behind him. He turned and saw your hair floating and waving, until you emerged and got checked over by Daniel, who was already in the water. «Are you okay?» the Aussie asked you. «Yeah.» you slurred, looking back to where you were standing before the fall and trying to push away the sense of dizziness. Without even noticing, your gaze turned back on Max, who was still dazed. «Love?» Kelly whispered, to regain the Dutch’s attention. At the word, Max’s head snapped back up to her. How did he call him? «No.»  He quickly removed the hold she had on him, almost disgusted, and definitely disturbed by the pet-name he was so used to hearing. He didn’t want to listen to it anymore; not there, not in that moment, not after the way she’d acted. Max found Kelly’s way… weird. «Now what?» she asked, snorting, eyes wide-open. He really wanted to tell her to never search for him again, but he was way too drunk to be able to make sensible decisions. Passing his hand through his hair, he answered. «It’s better if you leave.» Kelly’s heart dropped. «No… No, you don’t mean it, right? Right, Max?» her voice cracked. «Go. Please.» he added, trying to sound as polite as he possibly could but still convincing. Tears in her eyes and pride torn apart, Max saw her furiously pacing towards the exit, without sparing anybody a glance. He thought he’d try to avoid the sight of her leaving because of how difficult it would be to bear; he was ready to feel that tight clenching in his chest, the usual discomfort it would arise inside of him after they’d had a fight. It didn’t. Max felt empty, as if emotions couldn’t fill him anymore nor touch him a bit. Turning on his feet to watch you talking with Daniel, Max suddenly perceived a weight being lifted off his shoulder. The way you swiftly moved your arms in the water, your soaking wet hair, the glossy color of your skin, pearled with drops under the dim lights set around the pool, brushed away any other thought like a gust of wind would do with dark clouds. You were there, with him, having fun and deliberately spending time together. Could things be better than that? Could he ask for more? Electricity and adrenaline rushed through his fingertips. A new wave of energy pushed him inside the pool, taking your hand and pulling towards him. Thinking Max was still talking with Kelly, you got a little startled by his presence right next to you. «Let’s go dance!» he told you full of enthusiasm, smiling and dragging you out of the pool without waiting for an answer. You weren’t embarrassed dancing in a bikini and neither was Max with his swimming trunks; nobody even dared to point out you were getting the floor all wet with water, because it soon started being mixed with sweat due to the heat. Max had asked you to get drunk with him; the way he had whispered it into your ear made you figure out he was probably upset because of Kelly and wanted to get it out of his head. You simply accepted any drink he would pass you without even complaining; you were there to have fun, so it simply felt right. Plus, you didn’t want to make him feel like an outcast or bad in any way by leaving him drinking alone. You had already drunk more than you usually would anyway, so there was no reason in trying to hold back at that point.  If you had to drink, you had to fully experience it and enjoy it. «Full send, okay?» he told you, shots in the hands of both of you. You nodded, giggling, your head feeling light. «Now!»

For a while, you had Lando and Carlos dancing around you, laughing, teasing each other and then paying full attention to their girlfriends, who suddenly appeared next to them. In the meantime, Max had joined Martijn to the console and you saw them half-hugging, arms around each other’s shoulders. You stopped dancing to take a look at them, a fond smile adorning your lips. He seemed so happy. You… liked it. Music blasting, lights pouring down on dancing bodies, glasses and cups floating in the crowd: everything seemed in place, where it belonged, how it should be. When did you start liking parties so much? Before you could answer yourself, a weight plopped on your shoulder. «He’s beautiful, isn’t he?» «Yeah.» you answered Daniel, absentmindedly. He didn’t seem surprised by your words, though. «He’s happier when you’re around.» he spoke again, lifting his chin up from your shoulder. «I don’t think it’s just because of me.» you chuckled. «I mean, he’s got so many reasons to be happy.» Daniel deeply stared at you. «Do you think so?» «Yes?» you said, confused at his question. «Y/n, you seem happy too, here, right now.» «Well, I am.» you affirmed, smiling. «Are you?»  Those two words had you self-doubting and prevented you from saying anything else. «Everybody hides stuff. We’re all here to forget things, we drink, we laugh, we dance, because we’ve got nothing to lose.» «Or… maybe we’re simply celebrating together.» Daniel sadly smiled. «That seems like a better option.» «C’mon, Danny, we’re here to have fun!» You dragged him in the middle of the dance floor and moved around him trying to get a reaction out of him; he followed you, wooing and acting as crazy as he did before coming to you. Daniel, after minutes which seemed hours, got taken away by some people you didn’t recognize and you were left alone, tired. You stopped dancing, as your limbs suddenly felt heavy. Your eyes locked with the ones of someone who was watching you across the room. Max’s stare was so intense, so deep, so unreadable and cryptic you couldn’t help but let your certainties crumble as he started walking towards you, taking slow and firm steps. None of you diverted gaze, both chanted and connected by the same unknown spell. As your lashes clashed and reopened, they showed you Max had got closer. Flattering them once more, he was now standing right in front of you. He bent his head towards you, letting his fingertips brushing against the back of your hand. «Let’s get out of here.» His words sent chills to your spine and paralyzed you so that you didn’t react to them; you then felt his fingers gently wrapping yours and carefully bringing you out of the room.

The wooden door behind you didn’t give you the support you needed in that moment. The strength, the force, the drive that had taken you and Max couldn’t be restrained. You were crushed by Max’s hold: his hands were desperate, taking advantage of all the skin your swimsuit let on display and bare for him to touch, to explore; yours simply tugged at his damp hair, as your mouths joined in multiple kisses and breathed into each other whenever you’d halted momentarily to look hungrily in each other’s eyes. You felt drunk, overwhelmed; but you couldn’t stop his roaming hands, you couldn’t get away from his lips, quite the opposite, you tried to get even closer to him, to keep his head steady onto you, Max gently nibbling at every inch of skin he could reach. Your lip, earlobe, neck: he needed to taste it all. You could hear him groaning inside the kiss, as much as your faint moans would fuel the pace of your tongues, joined in a desperate dance. It didn’t feel messy, just blissful. As you finally stopped making out, you drank Max’s smile like sweet wine. His eyes searched for yours and pierced right through you, making you shiver. Once again, he took your hand and carried you over the bed; you both laid down, facing each other. You giggled, probably due to your drunk estate, and left a quick kiss on Max’s lips. Before you even realized it, he spun you around and captured you with his arms. «Come here.» he said, as your back leaned on his warm chest, closing your eyes. Max’s started whispering sweet nothings in your ear, so that shivers would run through your spine. «Y/n…» Your body was almost shaking because of the power his voice had on you, because of the chills pervading your body. As your name left his lips once again, an umpteenth shiver had you trembling. His arms’ grip became tighter, hands resting on your belly but slowly making their way upwards. Another shiver caught you, and another one followed. Then suddenly Max’s warmth disappeared, leaving you in a shaking mess, freezing cold.

You opened your eyes. The room was still quite dark, but lit enough to realize it was a place you had never seen. Faint and vague images lingered on your mind, not even able to think about them. Could it all be… a dream? That freezing cold feeling, the one that got you awake, immediately caught your attention, making your hands reach for your arms. Your fingers were soon met by someone else’s arms, though. Startled, you retracted your fingers as if you’d touched fire. Then you slowly and carefully freed yourself from the hold, so that you could look with your eyes a reality you couldn’t, would never accept. As Max’s sleeping figure appeared before your eyes, you gasped and stared at him speechless. His features were relaxed, hands still unconsciously reaching towards you. Before proper panic could occupy your thoughts, a deep pain in the middle of your forehead caught you, as well as your bare, shivering skin: you looked over the room and saw a window opened, cool air entering. «Fuck.» you sighed in distress. Your neck hurt as well and, bringing a hand on it to soothe the pain, you noticed your hair was still damp. Did you sleep with wet hair? But first and foremost… Did you sleep with Max? Suddenly, all the kisses and touching scenes your thoughts had tried to show you were given a face, a name to link to them. Max. You held your breath. For a split second, you reasoned it could simply have been a dream, an overly inappropriate dream, something that made you feel deeply embarrassed and confused, but at least only a fantasy. Even if it had, though, you had drunk too much to know: your memory blurred every time you tried to recall any event of the night and your temples pounded restlessly. And you still woke up hugged with Max, which didn’t exactly fit with the chance of it just being a dream. You got up from the bed carefully, trying not to wake him up. As soon as you saw a bathroom door, you entered it. Zigzagging through a few empty bottles on the ground, you reached the sink and looked at the mirror. You checked your appearance: tired, all over the place, lips a little bit swollen. You brought your fingertips on them. As much as you would’ve liked to abhor what had might happened, a desperate thought pierced its way in your mind: you didn’t remember how it had felt like kissing Max. You touched your lips hoping it would trigger some sensorial memories, but it just replayed all the kissing, the nibbling, the moaning of two friends who got drunk together and went beyond any limit. How did you get in that room with him? How didn’t you stop him before he could do, you could do something so illogical and stupid, something both of you would regret? You put the toilet seat down and sat on it, staring into the void. How did it happen? Well, you were dead drunk. But was it enough to cross any boundary? Did something more happen between the two of you? Something you couldn’t recall at the moment? Did anybody see you, if you’d kissed before getting in the room? Did anyone take pictures? You pressed your cold hands onto your cheeks, trying to halt your worries. You got up and wore one of the bathrobe hanging on the wall, so that you’d stop shivering and trembling while you searched for your clothes.

Walking silently down the corridor, you heard some sizzling noise coming from the kitchen. Your tummy grumbled. Having some breakfast wasn’t a bad idea, after all. Turning towards the kitchen counter, you didn’t expect to find anybody; pretty dumb of you, since a frying pan on a stove meant there was someone cooking. Yet, when your eyes met Carlos’ towering back you gasped and brought your hand to the chest, afraid your heart may flee away. Startled, he briefly checked over his shoulder who it was, acknowledging your presence. «Oh! Hola, y/n.» Carlos greeted you, a veil of surprise in his tone. «H-hi.» Your voice came out hoarse, shivers still travelling through your skin. He kept his focus onto the pan, as silence settled in the room once again. Unsure of what to do, you moved closer to the fridge and opened it. «Sorry if I didn’t believe you when you told me you were an early bird.» you said, referring to a conversation you had with him and Charles back in Monza. He giggled. «You should trust me a little bit more.» he replied. The pounding in your head made you incapable of choosing any of the food inside the fridge; there wasn’t much anyway, you figured. Carlos, turning towards the counter – and towards you – as he put his cooked eggs on a plate, saw you standing still and silent. «Hangover?» he simply asked. You nodded, then regretted it as pain cursed through your forehead. «Drink water, then.» Following his advice, you took a huge 1,5-liter bottle and grabbed an empty cup, still placed on the counter from the night before, and sat in front of Carlos. You stared at him eating for a while, Carlos eyeing you up from his plate a tad confused, then decided to open the bottle and pour a cup. As you did so, Carlos broke the ice. «Did you have fun with Max?» The counter got soaked with water. Either miscalculating the amount of water coming out of the bottle or being hit like a freight train by Carlos’ words, you avoided his gaze and dried the surface with your sleeve. «Why are you wearing a bathrobe?» he then asked, noticing for the first time your unusual mise. «Carlos!» you half-screamed. «What?» His doe eyes forced you to put a softer tone and involuntarily show a bit of discomfort, closing the hems of neckline with your hands. «Can you stop making weird questions?» «You’re making it weird not answering them!» You sighed, frowning. You weren’t ready to tackle the topic, and certainly not in the right condition to. But would you ever find yourself ready for it? Probably not.

«Did… did you see anything?» you half-whispered. «You mean, between you and Max?» You hummed. «Well…» he cleared his throat before speaking again. «I saw you in the pool, when I was with Lando. And I also noticed you were pretty close back inside, while dancing. For a moment I thought you had kissed.» he nervously chuckled, embarrassed. «Did we?!» you asked, eyes wide-opened. «I didn’t see, the floor was packed.» Carlos said matter-of-factly. He realized you were edgy, way too edgy about it. «Did something happen?» The calm tone of his voice contrasted your racing thoughts. «I don’t know, Carlos!» Your hands ran through your hair, not caring about how messy they would be afterwards. «I… I woke up in bed with him.» «Okay.» he said. «Probably there wasn’t room elsewhere, y/n. You were both drunk and-» «We were spooning.» you added in a breath. Carlos stopped, a bit taken aback. «Maybe you were clingy-drunk. But now you’re going to tell me something else happened, right?» He said that as a joke; he was smiling. As he saw your features not reciprocating his, he sighed and let the forehead drop on his hands. «What else, y/n?» he asked, monotone. «I think we made out.» Carlos’ head immediately snapped up to stare at you. «‘You think’?» he said, bewildered. «I don’t know if it was just a dream… But when I woke up, I just had images of it in my head. They felt real, Carlos.» As your voice cracked, you searched for reassurance in his eyes. Right when he opened his mouth to talk, you sneezed. «Bless you!» «Thanks.» you whispered, your forehead aching as much as your throat did. «Don’t think too much about it-» «Achoo!» «Bless you. Maybe Max remembers something and will-» «Achoo!» «…tell you. Are you sure you are okay?» Carlos got up and tore off a piece of paper towel, handing it over to you. «I think I might have caught a cold or something. I woke up shivering because the window was open and my hair was still damp.» «Well, I guess that’s the prize for sleeping with Max.» «Carlos!» You patted his shoulder, while he laughed off, sitting back again in front of his breakfast. «You going home?» he asked you, noticing you were searching for something in the living room. «Yes, I just need my clothes.» «Nah, you don’t. You have your cute Max’s robe, what else do you need?» he said, munching. «Max’s robe?» you asked confused. He gestured with his finger towards the front of the robe; stitched there was his name. «Oh no.» «Did you also wake up with that on? Because then you definitely fucked. That’s some kinky stuff I don’t want to know about.» «Who said kinky stuff?» Before you could scream at Carlos, Daniel entered the kitchen, interested in the strange and inappropriate discussion. «Nothing, Dan. Did you see my clothes by any chance?» you asked him, trying to subtly change the topic. Not very subtle, since, prompted by the question, he naturally looked at your mise. «Why are you wearing a freaking bathrobe?» the Aussie frowned. «You see? I’m not the only one finding it weird!» Carlos said. «Oh my gosh.» You walked away from the two of them, going to check over the pool for your clothes; they were, in fact, still laid on a deck chair. «Are you already leaving?» Daniel asked you as you entered, changed. «Ye- Achoo!» You startled the two drivers, saying in unison “Bless you”. «I’m going home, I don’t feel good.» you rushed. «I see. Get well soon, so we can throw another kinky-party.» Daniel said, playful. «Bye, guys!» Before they could turn around to wave goodbye, you were already gone.

Daniel and Carlos had breakfast together, lazily chitchatting for a while. Max got awakened by their laughter. He opened his eyes, head pounding but no headache in sight. He deeply inhaled. He moved his arm on the other side, expecting to find someone. Instead of noticing the sheets were cold and empty, Max gazed at the ceiling questioning his own gesture. Why did he automatically reach out for someone? Did he sleep with anybody? Like a lightning through dark clouds, the image of your face struck in his thoughts. You had shared the bed. A faint trail of your scent still drenched the pillow next to him, making him long for your presence, your skin, your hair, your smile. Max suddenly wanted to touch you, to hug you, to stay in bed all morning with you without talking or moving, just spending time together. But you weren’t there. He spread his arm over the empty side of the mattress. You had probably already got up. He decided to do the same.

Entering the kitchen, Max got blinded by the sunlight coming through the huge glass windows. «Look, the sleeping beauty woke up, Carlos!» «Seems more like the sleeping monster.» Carlos and Daniel both laughed at Max, who raised a middle finger towards them. «No, Max, that’s not polite. Please, behave.» Daniel said with a faked sweet tone. «Do you know where’s y/n?» he asked, his sleepy eyes trying to adapt to the brightness. «Mate, you don’t even greet us first and you ask about y/n instead?» Carlos mocked. «Yeah, Carlos is right. You forget your friends?» Max opened the fridge, annoyed. «What are you talking about, y/n is also a friend…» he said in a low tone of voice. «Sure?» Carlos spatted, amused. «For real guys. Do you know where she is or not?» Max turned back to them with some juice in his hand, awaiting an answer. «She’s gone home.» Daniel said. «Home?» Max asked, frowning. «Alone?» «She’s old enough, you know?» Carlos smiled. «Yes, but she usually waits for me.» Max got lost in thought: why did you run away without even saying bye if you would be heading towards the same destination anyway? «Maybe she got tired of waiting.» Daniel said, smile getting bigger as he expected a reaction from Max. But the Dutch didn’t pay attention to him; instead, he searched for his phone. He ran to the room and took it in his hand, dialing.

Your phone rang as you tried to reach out for the spare keys Max had given you, still deep in your pocket. «Hi, Max!» you quickly said. «Whe– where are you?» He sat on the bed, hand on his forehead as the hangover started building up. «I’m back at the apartment, I…» you sniffed, «I don’t feel good.» Max tried to speak but got interrupted by your sneeze over the phone. «Fuck… Do you have a fever? How do you feel?» He passed a hand through his hair, rushing questions. «No, I think it’s just a cold… The window was open last night, this morning I woke up shivering.» As you finished the sentence, you mentally facepalmed: had you just implied you two had slept in the same room while not being ready to talk about it? Yes, you had. «Do you need medicine? I can go to the drugstore before I get there.» «No, don’t come here! Max, you’re going to get sick as well!» «I won’t leave you alone if you’re ill, y/n.» You sighed. «Max…» you said, soft, «You still have a lot of races to go. I don’t want to infect you with whatever I have.» «Okay, but… All my stuff is at the apartment. Eventually I’ll need to come and take it.» «Hopefully I’ll be fine by that time.» you let out, sighing. «Well, I guess I’m going to stay here, then. The simulator is upstairs anyway.» «Perfect.» you hissed because of the headache. «But I’ll come see you in three days.» «Max!» you complained. «Do you need a maid? You know, to cook, clean and all that type of things?» «Max, it’s just a cold, I can manage.» You heard him sigh, resigned. «Promise you’ll call me if you need anything.» «Promise.» you smiled. «And don’t even try to ghost my texts!» «Of course not.» you laughed. «Take care of yourself.» «Take care too, Max.»

You quietly made your way up the building stairs, slowly approaching the apartment Max had asked you to share. Still feeling off, you opened the door and dragged yourself inside. A shuffling noise coming from one of the bedrooms made you stop in the middle of the living room. As a flash, you saw Kelly cross the corridor and rush to the bathroom. With unsure steps, you got closer hoping she would notice your presence; she did, exiting the bathroom with a beauty-case in her hand, and you immediately regretted it. She looked awful: mascara all over her face; red, puffy eyes, trembling hands. And words sharper than knives. «What the fuck are you doing here?!» «I… live here?» you answered, scared of her reaction. She dropped the beauty-case to the floor, making you flinch, then she pointed her finger towards you in accusation. «Why is it always you, uh? You’re literally wherever Max is! You’re like a little puppy, following him and preventing him from spending time with me, his fucking girlfriend! And he dumped me because of you! I can’t believe it… You had to get in our way, didn’t you? We had it all, we were starting to build a family… Do you even know what a family is?» She quickly took her phone and angrily showed you pictures of Penelope and Max, all of them together, all of them happy. «Do you see it? Do you see what I’ve lost because of you? You ruined it!» You stood still, unable to react. Kelly hid her face in her palms, sighing and crying, only to look back at you. «I hope you’re happy now! But you’re not going to be the one who tells my daughter she’s lost him as well, right?» «It’s not my fault.» you whispered. But you didn’t mean it: it was a poor attempt to convince yourself it wasn’t. Your teary eyes showed the truth: the hurt, the untold truth they desperately needed to unveil. «Right. It never is! My relationship falling apart isn’t because of a girl living with my boyfriend and being around him more than I do! You know what? Just take it, take him, learn how to stand by a F1 driver! But don’t come at me when you realize you can’t keep up with it, because it will be way too late!» She entered the main bedroom and then stormed out of it, bumping into your shoulder while doing so. As you heard the door slam, a tear escaped your eyes. Right after, a waterfall of tears rained down your face. You had dreaded it, you had foreseen it; you had weakly tried to prevent it from happening, causing a bigger mess with Max; then you simply ignored it and forgot it. You had ruined it. The opportunity of a new beginning, a newfound love for Kelly; the support of a much-needed family for the little Penelope; lastly, the chance for Max to escape old toxic bonds and start over, writing a happier ending to such a tough and traumatizing childhood. You had ruined it all. Being accused felt nothing compared to seeing Kelly’s sadness painted on her features, nothing compared to the thought of her finding a way to explain the situation to her daughter. Sorry, Penelope, nobody loves you and you’ll never have a father.

The guilt was creeping out and eating you alive, paired up with an incurable despair. There was sickness, yes, you felt sick inside, cold climbing up your limbs, lips quivering and trembling convulsively. You nestled up on the couch, grabbing the first cover you had found in your bedroom, and cried until you fell asleep, finally finding peace and being able to rest, just for a while.

Darkness was all around. That was all you could see once you had woken up. Your nose felt stuck and it was difficult to breathe; your forehead still ached a little. You couldn’t tell whether it was for the crying or the illness; maybe because of both? Trying to get up from the sofa, with tired steps you searched for some tissues: you figured out you would need them a lot. Plopping back near the armrest for better support, you stared into the void: the apartment was sunk in a comfortable silence, veiled by darkness, almost floating above Monaco’s streets. It felt lonelier than expected. Those were the moments in which you’d think accepting moving in had been a stupid idea, a reckless and non-sense one. It felt empty, now that you knew Kelly had moved out, or at least had tried to. Her hurt face still distressed you. For a second, you tried to put yourself in her shoes: you couldn’t even imagine how stressful being a single mom was, especially after being left twice. The trust issues Penelope would have to face in the future due to her paternal figures disappearing after a few years; her thinking the fault may be hers. A daughter growing up and believing she is the problem. Nothing new, after all. Right?

You decided to get up and stop pitying yourself; cooking something for dinner seemed a reasonable and quite useful option. Opening the fridge, you found… some salad in a plastic envelope, a cart of milk, three lone tomatoes and a pack of Red Bull’s cans. Salad and tomatoes would be. While searching for a plate inside the cupboard, you heard your phone vibrating on the couch. You went grab it to read the new text you had received, curious to see who it was from. Strange someone had remembered you even existed. “How are you doing? All good?” It was Max, and you smiled. How could you not? You were sick and lonely, but your heart would race faster regardless of the distance, just because he had thought of you. Just because he cared. “My nose and throat doing a lil bit worse I’m good tho” “Need anything?” You flipped your eyes back to the counter and snorted, amused. “Actually yes” “Shoot” “Groceries. Your fridge is full of red bulls and nothing else I’m going shopping tomorrow, this is unacceptable” «Fuck!» «What?» Daniel turned around and saw Max facepalming. «The fridge back at the apartment is almost empty.» «Poor y/n…» Daniel laughed. «You were all worried she’d die because she’s alone and ill, but she’s actually going to die of hunger. She deserved to live, she was a good friend…» the Aussie said, dramatically pretending to wipe away tears. Max sighed. “Sorry, I forgot. Do you want me to order something for you?” “No, three bold tomatoes survived the war” Smiling, you sent him a picture of your plate. “It looks better than whatever Daniel is cooking for the two of us” You raised your eyebrows surprised. “Can he cook???? I didn’t know!” «Y/n is questioning your cooking abilities.» Max laughed. «You’re about to have the best dinner date of your life, so don’t try to distract me.» “Food intoxication could occur within the next 24 hours, so it’s been a pleasure y/n” “Bet Dan can cook better than you do” «What’s this silence, buddy?» Daniel asked. «I can smell the roasting from here.» «What are you talking about…» Max said, while typing an answer. «She roasted you because of your nonexistent cooking skills, right?» «Stop it!» «Okay, she definitely did.» Max and Daniel both smiled without looking at each other. They had missed spending time together. It wasn’t planned. That morning, Daniel had sat next to Max on the couch and started talking as some people, still in the house, began awkwardly walking away. Chatter and laughter filled the room with that light, pleasant pinch of fun Max had always loved about Daniel, so it simply felt natural to ask him to stay over for dinner. Just as normal friends do. Max couldn’t recall the last time they had seen each other off the track to have a good time. «May I have your attention?» Daniel asked in an overly formal tone. He invited the Dutch to take a seat and put the dish in front of him, as a waiter would do. Max tried to hold back a laugh: he had also missed his silliness. «What’s the name of the dish?» «The art of regretting life choices.» Daniel said, sitting in front of Max. «Oh, is it your speciality?» They laughed at the same time. «It quite is.»

After a careful and thorough taste-test – just to be sure the food was edible – Max and Daniel started eating, looking at each other at times and smiling for no reason. The sun was already setting down, still letting a few shining flakes of light reflecting onto the pool water. Daniel attentively watched Max’s every move, almost studying his behavior, and he easily noticed the way he would check over his phone quite often. «Did she stop answering?» Daniel asked, looking down at his food, unable to stifle a smile. «Uh?» Max’s head snapped towards him, clearly taken aback by the question. «Y/n. You’re waiting for her to reply, right?» Daniel saw a flash cross Max’s face, a light, a sparkle inside his eyes now lit up, but the Dutch was quick to divert gaze and react to being caught red-handed. «Yes, but probably she’s eating as well.» he said, scratching his nape. «Oh, did she manage to find something inside your dusty pantries?» Daniel chuckled. «Yeah, she did.» Max felt awkward, now that Daniel had brought the topic onto the table: you. It made him nervous and excited at the same time, and it weirded him out because he couldn’t understand why it had such an effect on him. «You two had a lot of fun yesterday, didn’t you?» Daniel then asked. «Yeah, it was really nice.» Max simply grinned at him, but the Aussie was having none of that practiced-media-smiling expression. «I saw you getting in your room together.» Max swallowed and looked at Daniel straight into his eyes, waiting for him to go on. «Max… I want to know if our relationship is at risk.» the Aussie said, with a pathetic worried expression that got the both of them cracking up. «But actually… I mean, it’s you guys’ business, and you know I’d never tell Kelly about it…» Max stopped Daniel rambling before he would get more awkward than it already was. «Kelly and I broke up, it’s fine. And there’s nothing between me and y/n. But now I’m curious, what did you see, mate?» he said, chuckling in anticipation. «Oh, I’m sorry for you and Kelly.» «It’s okay, not a big deal.» «Uhm, okay… Anyway, my phone ran out of battery, and I desperately needed to record Lando drunkenly talking to a door to blackmail him in the future… So, I went to your room to search for a charger and basically right after you came in hugging with y/n. You seemed pretty shit-faced, to be honest.» «Why were you searching for a charger in MY room?!» Max asked, in disbelief. «Guess I was shit-faced too.» «Oh my god…» Max said, shaking his head. «You two fell onto the bed like a couple of zombies and laughed as two idiots.» «Luckily, I don’t remember a thing.» «Luckily… unless something has happened.» As Daniel stared at Max expecting him to say add anything to the conversation, Max, who was trying hard to recall the moment, got struck by a memory. «Wait a minute… You… Daniel, you opened the window, right?» «What?» «Yes, you opened the window because you said it felt too hot in there or something like that.» Daniel, lips slightly parted, looking for that piece of information with his eyes, almost as if they were plumbing the depths of his brain’s abyss, suddenly got enlightened. «Oh yes, I remember! Ah ah! It was a good joke.» Silence followed and Max, not quite enjoying the embarrassment starting to veil his cheeks because of Daniel stare, broke it. «Let’s eat, it’s going to get cold.» «Yep, this amazing food deserves true appreciation.» «And the cook does too.»

A buzzing noise woke you up. It was low, almost inaudible; yet, it broke your sleep and your hand felt forced to reach for the bed-side table. It was your phone, someone was calling. «Hello?» you said, trying to cover the hoarseness of your voice. «Hi, y/n!» It was Charles. «Hi! All good?» you asked, a bit surprised by the call. He chuckled. «Carlos told me you’re sick, I wanted to check up on you.» «Oh, that’s really nice of you…» you smiled. He had woken you up so damn early and your eyes, your throat, your nose hurt, but it still was incredibly nice of him. «I’ve caught a cold, but I’m doing better.» «Guess you stayed in that pool a little bit too much!» You both laughed at it. «After I got in, I kind of lost track of time, to be honest.» you added. «’Cause you were having fun?» «Yes.» you admitted, half whispering. There were a couple of seconds of silence, which gave you time to sit on the bed, in an attempt to get your body more awake. «Uhm, y/n, can I ask you something?» «Charles, of course.» «But don’t get me wrong, okay?» «Okay…? You’re making me worried!» you chuckled. «At the party… I saw you getting in a room with Max.» Your heart stopped: your cheeks immediately flushed because of embarrassment and also due to the covers still over you, making an effect. «I… I was just wondering how things are between you two after, you know, after Zandvoort and Monza-» «Charles, what- why are you asking this?» «Because you’re a friend of mine and I just want to make sure you’re happy, especially after I’ve picked you up drunk and crying in the middle of a street.» Heavy silence fell on both ends. «No, I’m fine, Charles… And there is nothing between us.» you rushed. «Okay, that’s fair.» he stated. Other moments of silence occupied the line, before breaking the ice once again. «Charles… I saw you too, at the party.» you began, unsure. «Was it a good sight, at least?» he asked, playful. You couldn’t help but chuckle at him. «No, I mean… You and Charlotte… I think you were arguing or something.» Your worried and tensed tone of voice poorly concealed the implicit answer you really wanted to ask him. «Arguing is part of being a couple. Sharing life together also brings discussions. It’s all good, y/n.» You couldn’t help but sadly frown at his words and at how defeated they sounded. Naturally, a hit of self-doubt didn’t miss the chance of hitting you. «Was it for the picture?» «What picture?» Charles asked. «The one in Zandvoort, of us entering the hotel… Sorry, Charles, I didn’t even know it was posted, Max showed me the article a couple days before the party and-» Charles stopped your rant before it would uselessly get any further. «No, y/n, it isn’t because of that, don’t worry. I had talked about it with Charlotte right after and she was fine with it.» You suddenly heard on the other line a lot of chatter and someone seemingly talking to Charles. «Y/n, sorry, I have an interview and I need to get ready… But it was nice to hear from you!» «Oh, thanks, Charles! Have a good day.» «You too, y/n. Take care!» Once you tossed your phone on the other side of the bed, you closed your eyes and sighed. You felt trapped. Those covers chained you to your thoughts, your illness, your monotony; you didn’t feel like doing anything and couldn’t stand the weakness draining you. It was a simple cold. You would get over it quickly. But why did it feel like a lethargy? Why did it take any bit of energy out of your body, out of your mind?

Hunger pushed you out of the bed; a blanket still over your shoulders, you walked towards the fridge and had your breakfast – a cup of cold ice milk – at 11.34 a.m. You laid down onto the sofa. Stared at the ceiling. Every single cell of you felt bored and tired; it was only natural for you to slip again into Morpheus’ arms.

«Y/n…» Y/n. All you could hear was your own name, someone whispering it against your ear. A sudden wave of heat reached your skin: you felt a presence next to your face, hot breaths hitting your sensitive neck. It was all around you, all onto you, a body radiating warmth and making you crave even more closeness. «Y/n… Y/n, I need you.» It was no longer a whisper, no; you could clearly recognize the voice and, before being able to react, skin was touching skin, tight, in an unexpected, intimate hug. You naturally wrapped your arms around him, beyond overwhelmed: everything about Max, everything about that situation felt intense and amplified. Your heartbeat seemed to resonate in each fiber of your body, making it blatantly evident how the closeness affected you, how Max affected you. While holding onto him, you suddenly felt his body taken away, together with his comforting presence. «We don’t need you.» A loud, painful pang in the middle of your chest. It hit you, struck you, wrecked you without warning: you recognized the voices, you could even see their faces despite the dark room you suddenly found yourself in. You got up and tried to escape it. You couldn’t bear to hear your parents’ words echo and ricochet onto the walls just to crush you harder, but you soon noticed there was one door and it was tragically locked. Ugly tears probably cut through your cheeks, as sighs made way for a defeated and helpless scream. «Y/n!» Your name felt like nails on a chalkboard: sharp, unbearable, getting your senses on full alert. «Y/n!» Why did it sound so… close? «Y/n!» Like a slap on the face, it woke you up and got you jumping forwards, but the hold two hands had on your arms stopped you halfway, so that you locked eyes with someone, with Max. He had come over to check on you, as he had promised, and found you lying on the couch, far from being quietly sleeping as he expected. His own breath mimicked yours, as he got closer to you trying to make sense of the whimpers coming out of your lips. You trembled, and still trembled in his hold after he got you awake; he couldn’t help but stare at your teary eyes, your flushed face. Max tried his best not to sound or act harshly, but a flame burned inside of him and consumed him. Frustration. He should’ve expected you to get worse, to be feverish, not being able to do everything on your own. He should’ve done something more to help you, instead of giving up to your stubborn self. And now he had to look at you, blaming his choices and in search of a way to compensate. «M-Max?» you fluttered your eyelashes multiple times, afraid of hallucinating. Your hoarse voice triggered his frustration even further. He simply sighed at you. You saw him getting up and coming back quickly with a big glass of water, a thermometer and some pills. «You keep a thermometer in here?» you asked, still a little bit shook. «It was Penelope’s.» he said, handing it to you without looking. «Max, I’m okay, I don’t think I have-» «You’re taking it right now.» His tone didn’t leave much room for discussion. But you failed to notice his distress, too caught up in your own. «Max, really… I’m okay.» You didn’t mean to, of course. How could you even do it on purpose? «No, you’re not.» Still, you pushed him over the edge. «I-I had a bad dream, Max, that’s it.» you gulped, his tensed expression making it hard for you to keep it cool. Because with that, you had twisted the knife inside his wound a little bit deeper. «‘That’s it’.» he let out a nervous chuckle. «That’s it, right. You’re shaking, it seems like you’re having a fucking panic attack in your sleep, you wake up with flushed cheeks and you’re about to cry, but you pretend everything is fine! Maybe this isn’t even the first time it happens! How do I know? How can I even-» Max’s hands reached his face before he could say anything he would possibly regret saying.

You tried to get up so that you could face him properly, not able to sustain his hurt tone washing over you from above. Though, Max immediately stopped you and kept you down onto the couch. «Y/n…» Max closed his eyes and kept repeating your name under his breath like a chant, his hands still on your shoulders, trying to calm himself down by preventing you from involuntarily fueling his frustration even more. Then his irises pierced right through you, tinted with an something you had never seen in them. Pain. And it was inside his eyes that you felt your inner world collapse. Deep down, Max was expecting you to cry, somehow; but when the moment came, he felt totally unprepared to take in your emotions, since he was trying to deal with his own. He took your hands, which were trying to hide your freed tears in vain. «I… Max, I took a family away from you.» Not able to cover your face with your hands, you buried it onto his chest, defeated. Max didn’t hesitate at the gesture, but lingered over your words. «What are you talking about?» he whispered, a bit confused, placing a hand on your head and slightly pressing it towards him. «Kelly… I saw her an- and she was so sad…» As you mumbled several times “I’m sorry” through sniffles, Max immediately grabbed you and gently pushed you away from him so that he could look at you. «What do you mean? When did you see her?» He panicked at the idea of Kelly trying to ruin things between you as a stupid revenge. Did he think she would manipulate or tell lies just to purposely make you feel bad? No, Max didn’t. But the mere thought drove him crazy, and he needed to know whether she had or not. «She was here to get her stuff,» you sniffled, «and she was upset… She doesn’t know how to tell Penelope… It was your new family, Max, I’m so sorry I ruined it all.» Max’s heart shattered. Splinters of it hit you as well, lacing blood and tears through the same river, pouring down as an only waterfall. You could hear the turmoil, the blast raging inside of him, and you could see it portrayed in his eyes, wandering into yours in search of peace, in need of reassurance, though you had none to give him nor yourself. As Max unconsciously pulled you close and gently rubbed your back while you sobbed, he started analyzing the consequences of his decisions. Did he care about Kelly being gone? Not really, after the things she had said. Did he care about Penelope being gone? Yes. But he knew she was an extremely loved daughter, surrounded by the Piquets, and had a father, as well. It seemed easier to subside his own attachment with cold logic, even though he perfectly knew there would be much more to deal with other than scratching the surface. He would do that, someday; he would. Not now. Not with you weeping in his arms because of a situation you were completely foreign to, and still felt guilty for. Not with you igniting a stronger flame of sadness in the middle of his chest, capable of eclipsing any other thought or worry. «Y/n, I want you to listen carefully, because this is the last time I’ll tell you.» His calm yet serious tone made you shiver, while he took your face into his hands. «You’re the only family I need.» Max didn’t look away, not even for a split second. And neither did you; like two opposite poles being locked in their attraction, you stared at each other as deeply as you had never done before; your eyes being the same ocean, waves of emotions overflowing into one another. «Whatever Kelly told you, forget it. I just want you to stop crying because of stupid people, and I want you to heal, so that you come back to have fun with me as we always do. I don’t want anything or anyone to take the relationship we have away from us and I don’t want it to change.» Max swept with his thumb a warm tear you couldn’t keep in after hearing his words. «I hate to see you cry.» he said in a whisper, wiping away other tears away from your skin, away from your heart.

A tingle in the middle of your chest urged you to speak, to thank him, to say something in order not to leave him with dead silence as an answer, but your mouth opened a couple times without emitting sound. As unexpected as a thunder during a summer, sunny day, Max quickly leaned towards you and left a slow, soft, affectionate kiss on your forehead. It seemed to take away all your worries and to put order through your chaotic brain, making you forget everything else with a pleasant confusion and the tingling near your heart began radiating through your body. Max got up and offered you his hands to help yourself stand up as well. Still a bit confused, you followed him to the kitchen, where he made you sit back again. «Bought some food to get you in shape as soon as possible!» With his bright cute smile, he took all the things he had brought with him out of bag and showed them to you, as to get your approval. «And I bought some dinner, too!» Max raised his eyes to see whether you felt happy about it; your faint smile and your hands travelling up and down your arms immediately activated his protective mode. «Are you cold?» «I don’t kno-» He had already gone towards the bedrooms and come back with a blanket, which he placed over your shoulder carefully. Before moving on, he stood still looking at you: you seemed off, both physically and mentally. «Do you want to eat?» he asked, at this point doubtful his plans would work. «Not really.» you said, sad. «It’s okay. It’s a bit early for dinner anyway.» Max said, checking the time. Think, Max. Think. He had to find an idea, a sparkle, anything that could make you feel better, because he couldn’t stand seeing you so low. He sighed. «Why don’t you take your temperature?» You avoided him. «Didn’t you say you would pass by in three days?» «Oh, did you want me to leave you starving?» he smiled. And your heart skipped a beat. «Uhm, no, but I…» Unsure of what to say, aware of the lie you had right on the tip of the tongue, you let Max block any excuse. «No, y/n, you wouldn’t have left the house to go shopping, since you’re here trembling like a leaf.» At this point all your walls and defenses had fallen down, turned into ashes, and despite the blanket you tightly held, you felt naked, vulnerable under Max’s stare. Those seconds of silence made you nervous and tense, but at the same time a flame was slowly melting you inside; you wanted to curl up into a ball, so that you could keep yourself together without falling apart in front of him, because of him. «Is there anything you’d like to do? Something that would make you feel better?» You gulped, trying to push away your trail of thoughts. «Right now, I think I would only be able to lay down on a bed and do nothing.» you lightly chuckled. «Okay, let’s do that.» Uh? What? «C’mon.» Max got closer to your chair and gently placed his hands on your arms, as an invite to get up. «What are you doing?» you said, your voice cracking. Because you were ill, you thought. Because you were close to him, you knew, deep down.

«If it makes you feel better, we’ll lay on a bed and do nothing.» Like two feathers carried around by the wind, you both reached Max’s bedroom; not really able to get a hold of the situation, of what was happening exactly, you froze. Something stopped you, something blocked you. Memories from the party and whatever might have happened that night haunted you after the words Max had said. I don’t want it to change. You were the only family he’d need, but he was the only family you had. The only one you couldn’t afford to lose. That knot in your stomach, the warmth in your chest, the tingles caused by his stare, all those feelings that you had started picking up along the way like small flowers suddenly revealed themselves as a heavy and deadly weight: you couldn’t allow them to grow roots in your heart and they couldn’t show through in any way. And as flowers, they would wither, eventually. Max’s touch awoke you and painfully reminded you how much of a hard task it would be to let whatever you felt for him die, with him happily floating around you. «Do… do you prefer the couch?» Max asked you, mistaking your hesitation. «N-no, it’s okay.» He sat onto the bed, took off his shoes and kind of jumped on it, smiling at you like a happy kid having fun, then laid down and got comfortable. In quick and small steps, you mimicked him and got next to him, careful not to get too close. Max, who was having none of it, swiftly pulled you near to him, scooting over a bit so that you could lean on his chest. Well, so that you could hide your blushed cheeks. Max noticed, and he simply found it cute. «Don’t act like this is the first time.» His words made you open your eyes wide in embarrassment. You tried to avoid the topic, hoping silence would kill it. «Y/n?» It didn’t. «Mmh?» you hummed, face still pressed down to him. «You don’t need to be embarrassed. I mean, even Daniel saw us.» Your heart was about to blow up: Daniel had seen you. Okay. Not okay, but okay. What were you supposed to say? What would Max want you to tell him? Was it the start of a much-needed confrontation you guys should have had earlier? Your pupils flicked left and right in search of clarity, without finding any. «Saw what?» you whispered as if you didn’t know, as if you didn’t want to know. «He saw us at the party. You know, when we entered my room and basically passed out onto the bed because of how drunk we got.» Slightly moving your head towards him, you watched him smiling as he recalled the moment. And a wave of relief mixed with doubts immediately hit you. «Did he see us down the corridor?» you asked, still trying to make sense of it. «No, he was already inside, he was searching for a charger in my room. He said we didn’t even acknowledge him and simply snuggled together.» «Oh.» Lie. You had lived the last couple days trapped in a stupidly beautiful yet scary lie: that you and Max had kissed each other, craved each other, maybe even slept together. All those images your mind had played were mere illusions, dreams, indicators of underlying feelings which went unnoticed by the radars. Nothing had happened. Your worries should’ve melted like snow under the sun, but they didn’t; indeed, they multiplied, and they showed on the outside, since Max easily read into your silence. «You okay?» «Yes! Yes, I, uhm, I just don’t remember anything of it.» Truth. It was the truth, after all. «Ah, don’t worry, neither do I!» Max laughed off. Your head laid back onto his chest, once again, as if it was its place of belonging, its natural place.

Forced to let go of all the fake kisses, you were now left with the other memories you had gathered over time and they lingered in your mind, lightly floating and giving off a sweet taste though a bit faded. You noticed how close you and Max had grown after time and how comfortable you had got to physical contact; was it normal? Was it something friends would do? After all, Max often initiated it, so was it okay to him as well? As your and Max’s hands found each other onto his chest and began tenderly and unconsciously intertwining, your thoughts raced and a thousands of questions popped into your mind, but being unable to answer them, you simply gave in to the moment and to Max’s fingers playing with your hair. «I’m going to fall asleep.» you giggled, hinting at the overly relaxing situation. «Okay.» Max said in a whisper. Instead of stopping his hands, he guided your arm over his torso, so that you would cling onto him and get totally comfortable, and he protectively held your shoulder to have you even closer. Your eyes shut, your lips involuntarily curling upwards and comfort radiating through your entire body, wanting to get lost in his embrace. Max felt you relaxing under his touch and couldn’t help but smile as well. Silence and stillness seemed to move away the chaos, the loud media writing shit about him, people hating or always ready to put their sharp tongues into use. On that bed, lying next to you, with you, Max’s heart swam in a lake of joy and calm, and the magic bubble you two were able to create made him crave those moments more and more. No, Max didn’t want to change any of it: that little piece of heaven you had needed to be protected, nurtured, and taken care of. He would do anything to preserve it, to keep it safe. To keep you safe. «Let’s sleep, y/n.»

It took me two days to post this. Two freaking days. But I've learned a few tricks to post chapters faster, so I guess it was worth it? Hope it was worth waiting for it!

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This is a very interesting 2bd. 2ba. historic home for sale in Albany, New York. It may even be haunted. It is the home of author William Kennedy, 95, who is finally letting it go. Kennedy is the Pulitzer Prize-winning novelist & owner of this home where gangster “Legs” Diamond was whacked, and he is certain that the deed was done by a couple of policemen. (Listed for $499K)

Mr. Kennedy has been using it as a pied-à-terre and writing studio for almost 40 years.

In 1975, he published “Legs,” the first in a trio of novels. The property, which is in the Center Square historic district, was a boardinghouse when Mr. Diamond moved in not long before his death, registering under a false name because he had been warned by local police to stay out of town.

Albany, and political boss Daniel P. O’Connell, didn’t want any part of his mayhem — booze-smuggling, truck-hijacking, & shoot-’em-ups in bars.

Notice the odd layout- the kitchen is in the basement. But, back to the story-

According to Mr. Kennedy, the police tipped off some reporters who got to the scene before investigators. They checked out Mr. Diamond’s body and already set the headline: “JACK DIAMOND SLAIN IN DOVE ST. HOUSE; KILLERS’ WEAPON FOUND.”

Francis Ford Coppola was supposed to do a film based on Kennedy’s screenplay called “Legs,” but it never came about. In 1984 Mr. Kennedy & producer Gene Kirkwood went to visit the house and noticed a “For Sale” on it, so they split the $80,000 price and bought it.

Eventually, Mr. Kennedy bought out Mr. Kirkwood’s share and is currently working on a wish-fulfilling novel in which “Legs” does find its way to the screen.

“Right there,” said Mr. Kennedy to the real estate agent, pointing to the spot in the bedroom where Mr. Diamond, after celebrating a not-guilty verdict in a criminal trial, was shot 3 times in the head in the early hours of Dec. 18, 1931.

This 2nd fl. bd. where Mr. Diamond was killed, is where Mr. Kennedy did most of his writing. 

The house has been refreshed and it also has the perc of having a garage.

The house still has wavy glass windows, pocket doors, beamed lower-level ceilings and old-fashioned steam radiators.

I think that Mr. Diamond would’ve approved of this sink and bar. 

The secondary bd. is a very good size.

Modern shower room. 

Interior stairs down to the basement. 

Notice that it’s the only residence with a garage. 

In the closet of the notorious bedroom, a circle of the original rose-patterned wallpaper is preserved, in memory of a man that Albany still hasn’t forgotten. This property has a very cool story. 

https://my.flexmls.com/AmandaBriody/search/shared_links/8HdhD/listings/20230223180907009014000000

https://www.nytimes.com/2023/03/08/realestate/william-kennedy-house-legs-diamond-albany.html

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Second Chances (Johnny Lawrence x F!Reader)

Requested ages ago by @awesomemikaus:  a request from johhny. where is he talking to miguel about life, girls and when he asks him if he loves someone, someone special, johhny answers yes, he fell in love with the reader since high school, they got married but then everything went wrong, bc johhny is johhny Maybe she was cheated on by Robby's mom. I know you have made a request where the reader is larusso, but I would like the reader to be too, just because I love drama, angsty. and they meet again at the scene where johhny goes to daniel's house. thank you 

Author's Note: I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK A WHILE BUT I FINALLY MANAGED TO FINISH IT AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!!!! I also went with a different direction to this story, I made reader Amanda's sister XD

Warnings: infidelity, mention of drinking, Johnny giving Miguel a beer, past drunk Johnny, language

Main Master List Cobra Kai Master List

Word Count: 1.4k

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“Hey Sensei?” Miguel walks into the small office of the dojo where Johnny sits, popping open a Coors Banquet. “Can I talk to you?” Johnny takes a swig before swallowing his sip and moving to the front of his desk, propping himself on the edge.

“Yeah, of course. What’s wrong, Diaz?”

“So you know the girl I’ve been talking to?” Johnny nods his head, “well, I want to ask her out, but I don’t know what she’d say, let alone what to say if she rejects me,” Miguel slumps in the old office chair as Johnny walks to his fridge, pulling out a beer for Miguel, who looks at it in question.

“Don’t be a pussy. Drink,” Johnny orders, bringing his own drink to his lips. “Listen, Diaz, don’t let a girl slip away because you weren’t manly enough. With babes, you’ve got to show dominance and assertiveness, because if you don’t, they don’t pay attention to you,” he states as Miguel waits for him to continue. “Don’t cheat too. Chicks hate that.”

“Well yeah…” Miguel hesitates, looking at the bottle before taking a sip and grimacing at the taste. “Everyone hates cheating,” Johnny raises his bottle in agreement.

“If you do cheat, some girls beat your ass so badly and then leave you in a ditch,” Miguel spits out his drink in shock.

“Sensei?” Johnny chuckles.

“I was dating a girl before, married her somehow, and we were happy, but a drunken one night stand ended our whole relationship.” “What happened?”

“I slept with someone else, she found out, dented my car and kicked me out on my ass. I was so piss drunk that I couldn’t do anything. Woke up the next morning and everything was gone. She was gone.” Johnny’s face falls slightly as he thinks back to all the times you and him were together. 

After he lost the All Valley Tournament to Daniel and had lost Ali to Daniel, no one had really wanted to go out with him, let alone hang with him. He found himself lost and lonely, until you showed up. Through the summer of his senior year and into his college years, you and him formed a relationship, eventually starting to date his sophomore year of college. Although he dropped out of college, you continued on with your education and it wasn’t until your graduation where he dropped to his knee and asked you to be his. 

Of course you were questioning his proposal. You loved Johnny, you really did but what could he offer you that somebody better couldn’t? However, the love outweighed the needs and so you and him got married and it was nice for a while, except when you would come home from late nights only to find him passed out with a beer in his hands. It didn’t take you long to find out that he was messing around with a new girl, Shannon and ended up getting her pregnant, so with what little dignity you have left, you threw his ass out and moved states and he hasn’t heard from you since. “Sensei,” Miguel’s voice snaps Johnny out of his thoughts as he looks over the teen. “Are you ok?” Johnny tosses the empty bottle of beer in the trash and picks up his coat before heading out the door. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Class is dismissed today. I have some business to take up with LaRusso. You alright gettin’ home by yourself?” Miguel nods as he follows Johnny out of the dojo, the latter locking the door behind him. “Good, because some assholes last night torched my car and I’m gonna get payback.”

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Commotion outside your window stirs you from a nap. Stretching out your limbs, you look over to the clock and note that it’s almost dinner time and judging by the smell wafting through the house, Amanda is cooking something good, however, it’s not the food that has your attention. It’s Daniel and Amanda’s yelling followed by another person. “What’s going on?” You ask out loud to nobody as you slip out of the bed and fix yourself before making your way down the stairs, trying to see who’s causing all the commotion. Amanda and Daniel are standing in the doorway, their frames blocking the intruder’s but you did manage to get a glimpse of moppy blonde hair. 

Spotting Anthony, you quickly pull the younger LaRusso to the side. “What the hell is going on out there?” Anthony doesn’t bother looking up from his gameboy to meet your gaze.

“I don’t know. Some douchebag out there is saying Uncle Louie burnt his car. He’s trynna get dad to fight him.”

“Fight him?”

“Some bullshit about karate.”

“Watch your language young man,” you pinch his arm but let him go, trying to see who’s causing the trouble, however deep down you feel like you know who it is. Rounding the corner, your heart drops as your stomach lurches forward. In the courtyard stands no other than the man who broke your heart all those years ago. 

“How about we resolve this over dinner?” Amanda suggests, the three unaware of your presence. 

“I could eat.” “No!” You shout out before you could really think about what you’re saying, alerting the trio to your presence. “He’s not allowed to eat here.”

Johnny squints against the sun trying to make out the silhouette, but your voice is unmistakable. “(Y/N)?” Amanda and Daniel look at each other before looking between you and Johnny.

“You two know each other?”

“Wish I didn’t.”

“That was harsh,” Johnny snides back, stepping into the house as Daniel eyes Johnny warily and Amanda eyes you. 

“Ok what the hell is going on here?” Amanda questions as you let out a sigh, trying to relax your body. 

“Johnny and I were marri”

“Are married.”

“Were married until he cheated on me.” Johnny hangs his head in shame as you struggle to push back the tears that are resurfacing. 

“Look I know I made a mistake, but you didn’t have to damage my car and then literally kick me out,” Johnny steps toward you as Amanda pulls Daniel to her side, not wanting either of them to get into the argument. 

“That’s all you care about? The fact that I kicked you out and damaged your car?”

“Yeah! It was my ride!” Johnny yells back, extending his arms as you put up a stone wall around your heart because despite you being angry at him for cheating on you, you still love him more than you would care to admit. 

“Why don’t you stop bitchin’ and let’s eat,” Anthony comments, earning a slap at the back of his head from Daniel while you roll your eyes as Johnny stares at the kid. 

“Asshole sure has a mouth for a 5 year old.”

“I’m not five!”

“Ok look, everyone just calm down, (Y/N), would it be ok if Johnny joined for dinner?” Johnny fiddles with his fingers in anxiousness as he waits for your response. He won’t tell anybody but the prospect of having a conversation with you after all those years excites him. He knows he fucked up and even though he’s glad he has Robby - despite the kid wanting nothing to do with him - he regrets every other moment he spent with Shannon.

“Whatever,” you reluctantly agree as you take a seat at the table, Johnny sitting the opposite of you. “Don’t think I’m over what happened.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to. I would, however, like it if you could maybe give me a chance to explain?” His blue eyes silently beg you as you twirl the knife between your fingers. Finding love after what happened hadn’t been easy and despite his tendencies you do love him. 

“Can we discuss it after this? In private?” Johnny looks at Daniel who clenches his jaw, irritated that his former enemy is in his house, having dinner with his family and is married to his sister in law while Amanda sets down the plates of food.

“Yeah. That sounds good.” 

“Now that that’s settled, how about we eat?” Amanda breaks the awkward tension as you give her a small smile, picking up your fork and eyeing Johnny, who meets your gaze.

“Yeah, sounds good to me,” you comment with a smile as Johnny smiles back and you think to yourself, maybe this time will be different. 

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So……. 2 MORE WEEKS!… and it still does not feel real to me that we are going to get season 2 so soon. I am sure it will destroy me and create an everlasting wound deep in my soul.

Anyway episode 6! I won’t lie this the episode that I have watched the most out of the rest. I have probably watched it over 15 times and that is not an exaggeration. It’s my fav episode because there are just so many iconic moments in this one.

Let’s not waste another moment. Get into this!

IWTV S1 E6: Like Angels Put in Hell by God

This ep starts with Louis looking real bad as he tries to recover from the drop inflicted on him by Lestat.

He definitely has PTSD from the fall 😔

At least we get the ‘cloud gift’ name drop.

We also have Dr. Fareed which is a character that is most prominent in the Prince Lestat trilogy I believe. I do not know if this is true I have not read that far yet.

We then go back to the story and Claudia is making Louis chase a goat for his recovery.

And here comes Lestat being where he is not wanted. The throwing of his coffin out the balcony is everything 🤣

When Lestat comes to give the car to Louis I must admit he looks so so good 😩 But I still don’t want Louis to let him back in! Because I know he has not changed even though he says so.

But I do believe that if Louis did tell him to leave and to never see him again Lestat would listen! But he doesn’t tell him that because he still can’t let Lestat go even after everything he has done. It’s too much!

Lestat is crazy for what he does with ‘Come to Me’ but I love when Sam sings it ❤️

And this what. I am talking about when I say that so much of this episode is so iconic! Swimming a dirty ass river to break into your exe’s place and telling Antoinette to leave HER HOUSE so that you can have violent hate sex while she is just outside listening to it all. It’s just so messy and insane! Gotta love it

Sam Reid is just so so good in the scene where they are questioning Lestat! His acting is just *chef’s kiss*

And everything he tells them of how he became a vampire is true 😭

“…I loved Lestat with a wounded one.” 😭😭😭

Yes Claudia you should baaaaaa at him!

Nooooo Claudia what he said about Magnus was true!

More Nicky name dropping this episode. And knowing the backstory with that I just wince at the whole conversation they are having. But what can I say she really is her father’s daughter

And of course he didn’t kill Antoinette being a brat so much so that he did not like being told what to do. And yes Louis he is ‘all kinds of fucked up’ and this why I love this show. Everybody is fucked up just some more than others.

Ugh the scene where Claudia tries to get Louis to leave with her breaks my heart.

Then we go back to modern day and this is where in the original interview Daniel wanted to be turned. And ohhhhh Armand is not happy that Louis offers to turn Daniel now hehe

The utter shock I had when Claudia is just sitting in the townhouse instead of on a train. 😱

But oh, oh! The train scene is everything. It is just so fucked up and scary! This show is in the horror genre after all. And that doesn’t stop this scene from being iconic.

From “Tickets, please!” To “Claudia, you left without saying goodbye…. Again” it just lives rent free in my head.

God he such an asshole to her!

And she defeats him at chess at the same time that she is plotting his murder! That’s some queen shit honestly.

When Lestat is shouting in French, if you ever look up what he is saying it is actually so unsettling

Awwww our boy (Daniel) is eeppy

I don’t care what anyone says I love the 70s flashback.

And boom! As we all know Rashid is actually someone Daniel has met before! Shocker! Yeah yeah it’s Armand we know this.

Yay! I got through another one! We only have one more rewatch then s2! I cannot believe it and again it does not feel real at all! I am sure by next week I’ll be able to write more since I won’t have as much school work left to do.

Thanks for reading

14 days!!!!! Life is worth living!

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Character: Terry Silver x female reader

Summary: Terry has been spending far too much time away from home, and you've had enough of the dojo taking up all his time.

Warnings: fighting, manipulation, mention of cocaine, mention of violence, fade to black scene, but really nothing too crazy (surprisingly)

Word Count: 3400

A/N: This man makes me so insane. This was meant to be a one shot that went a little differently but I ended up outling a seven part series. oops. keep an eye out for those. anywho I've been reading a lot of @terrence-silver 's stuff and I just wanna tell you right now that's where the good Terry Silver writing is. I literally wrote that sentence then got distracted for 20 minutes looking at their blog. but anyway they characterize him far better than i ever could but here's my shot at it

While you didn’t appreciate being treated as an assistant, your husband had that glint in his eye that you knew all too well.  He was planning something, and whether it be trying to get a leg up on a rival businessman or purely just to spite someone, you knew better than to get in his way.  Best to let him have his fun, and it would all blow over in a few weeks at the most.

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Terry had come to you only a few days ago with a request:  Clear out the house and have the staff get to work.  You were hosting a charity auction.

So had you sent Dorothy, your personal assistant, off to make arrangements with the head of household staff, and kept your mouth shut.  Terry had been on edge more often lately since getting back into Cobra Kai, so you were positive that a more passive approach to his sudden burst of charity was far better suited to the situation.  In fact, you wouldn’t be surprised if this whole thing had something to do with his dojo.  Most things did nowadays.

Unfortunately, you were right.  

You hid your surprise and annoyance when Daniel LaRusso himself showed up on your doorstep, silently observing the fear on his face from your spot on your husband’s arm, as the karate champion turned car salesman turned sensei realized exactly whose home Eva Garcia had thrown her charity event at.

Again, you kept a stony facade when Terry outbid everyone for Daniel’s bonsai trees, then took the opportunity to spin another spiel about Cobra Kai’s expansion.

And no one would have guessed that you had even registered Daniel LaRusso’s outburst, the one that caused Terry to fall into the bonsai trees and send them flying, more than likely egged on by your husband himself, had you not leaned over to Dorothy with a murmured instruction.

“Have someone clean those up.  I want them in my office.  And place an order for a book on the care and keeping of bonsai trees.”

Weaving through the crowd, you made your way to Terry, who now had a considerable amount of dirt on his jacket, but was standing.  Eva Garcia was fawning over him, trying to ensure that he hadn’t broken anything.  You nearly laughed at the thought of your husband being “frail” in his old age, but that seemed to be the front he had decided to put on.  

Silently, you took his hand and led him away from the party.  You took him to your room, where you slipped his now dirt-covered jacket off of him and made him sit on the edge of the bed.  He obeyed every prompt from you without a sound, eyes watching intently as you moved across the room and into the closet, emerging shortly after with a different coat.

You set it on the edge of the bed, then grabbed a brush from the nightstand.  You slipped the ponytail off of his frazzled hair, which was met with some protest, but you batted his hand away, and he was silent after that.

Gently, you combed out the tangles and the frizz, and you felt him relax under your touch.  You did this daily, and you couldn’t deny that the trust he put in you to take care of him filled you with pride, even if it was as simple as brushing his hair.  “Do you want your hair back up?” you asked him, the first thing you had spoken this entire time.   

“Yes,” he answered bluntly, and although you missed the days that he more often let his long hair flow more freely, the way it gently curtained his face when he looked down at you, you obliged, expertly smoothing his locks back into his signature ponytail.  Not that you cared all that much anyway.  You had fallen in love with him with the ponytail, and you genuinely didn’t think he could do anything that would make him less attractive.

“I’ll be outside,” you told him, intending to leave him to put on the suit jacket himself, and effectively avoid rejoining the party at his side.  But when you began to walk away, you had barely even made it a few steps before he grabbed your wrist and stood up in one smooth motion, pulling you into him.

He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.  “What’s bothering you?”

So he could tell you were upset.  You weren’t surprised.  After all, you hadn’t tried too hard to hide it.

“Nothing’s bothering me,” you replied.  You smiled your best fake smile and took his hand in yours.  

He seemed skeptical, but did not argue.  You turned to face the mirror, and he turned with you.  The both of you were dressed in a matching deep blue, an undeniable team.

"Thank you for making the arrangements for today," he said in a gentle voice you had only ever heard him use with you, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror.  "It's going exactly as well as I hoped it would have."

You felt a twinge in your stomach at that statement, which was practically a confirmation that the whole point of today had been to interfere with Daniel and Amanda LaRusso.  But you didn't dare let your smile drop as you stretched up to his face to plant a kiss on his cheek.  "Anything for you.  But we better get back."

He looked away from the mirror, and his eyes softened as they found you once more.  "Right as always, my love."  He took the lead, and the two of you returned to the party as one.

It wasn't long before you were separated again, though, called in different directions.

You played the part of the passive bystander well, you knew that.  But you were an observer, and at that point, you were positive you knew exactly what was happening.  And with your husband’s observation skills being as keen as your own, you knew you had a matter of minutes to enact the plan slowly forming in your mind.  Grabbing two flutes of champagne off of a passing tray, you made your way over to Eva Garcia.

The glass of champagne outstretched, you gave her your most dazzling smile.  “How are you liking the accommodations Ms. Garcia?”

She accepted the drink, her friendly smile matching your own.  “Thank you, Mrs. Silver.  Your home is wonderful, and we're so grateful you and your husband were able to put this on with such short notice.”

“Of course!” you said, briefly touching one of your hands to hers.  “We were positively honored to do so.  But between you and me, I did far more of the work than Terry did,” you said with a wink.

She laughed.  It was a lie.  You had given one instruction and Dorothy and the rest of the staff had taken care of it.  But that’s not a story that added very much to your little game, and creating some sort of friendly solidarity with Garcia was your main goal.

“You both have been very generous hosts,” Eva responded politely.

“A little too generous if you ask me,” you replied.  This was the most pivotal part of the conversation.  Screw it up here and it all went out the door.  You raised your glass to your lips, eyes darting quickly around the room.  Terry hadn’t spotted you yet.  Good.

“Whatever do you mean?” Eva asked, her brow furrowing.

You sighed.  “In all honesty, I think my husband only wants a spot on the board.  I mean, the hosting on such short notice, the overbidding at the auction, the bit of theatrics he pulled with Daniel LaRusso…  They’ve been rivals for some time now, of course.”  You swirled the champagne around in your glass.  “Probably just wants a tax writeoff.”  You shrugged and took another, conspicuously large drink of the alcohol.  Eva blanched, and you knew you had her.  The host’s wife, slightly tipsy, slightly bitter, and loose of lip.  Like always, you played your part well.

“Mrs. Silver, if I understand you correctly,” Eva began hesitantly, but allowing her curiosity to get the better of her, “you believe Mr. Silver would not be suited to be on our charity’s board?”

“Well, I wouldn’t be a very good wife if I said it quite that frankly…”

She nodded, but her voice was still unsure when she spoke again.  “I suppose I’ll have to take what you said into mind, but I can’t overlook the generous contributions Mr. Silver has already made to our group.  With him on the board-”

“Two million dollars, right now, if you cut all contact with my husband and his corporations.  I don't care who the position goes to.”

In all honesty you would choose Amanda LaRusso, out of spite, but you didn't want to sully her name with your bribery.

Eva’s eyes widened.  “Mrs. Silver!  What kind of game are you playing?”

You looked her dead in the eye.  “My husband is playing ringmaster right now, and everyone at this party is a clown in his circus.  I simply want to throw my own hat into the ring.  I don’t know what his plan is, or why he’s doing it exactly, but I have been married to that man long enough to know when he’s manipulating someone, and he’s manipulating the hell out of you right now.  I’m offering you a chance to get away from his scheming, with an extra two million dollars to boot.”

She set her mouth in a firm line.  You could tell she was a woman of high morality, but two million dollars was two million dollars.  “I would have to consider it.”

“That’s all I ask,” you replied.  You took a business card out of the pocket of your dress.  “My assistant’s number is on here.  Call her when you've come to a decision.”

“Mrs. Silver I-”

“My darling!”  A deep voice interrupted her, and a moment later you felt a kiss on your cheek.  Turning, you met Terry’s eyes and your face broke into a grin.  Despite your suspicions and scheming, you did love the man.  You wouldn’t have married him otherwise.

“My love,” you responded, and placed a kiss on his cheek in a similar fashion.  Your gazes did not leave each other for a tense moment.  To an outside observer, it was impossible to tell whether you were sizing each other up or simply swept away in a moment of romantic passion.  You didn’t quite know yourself.

“My apologies for the public display of affection Ms. Garcia,” Terry said, snapping his attention toward your guest and away from your eyes, but not without snaking an arm around your waist. “I got a bit excited at the sight of my wife.  I feel as though I've hardly seen her today.”

Or at all lately, you thought.  Not with all your Cobra Kai bullshit.

“That’s quite alright, Mr. Silver,” she replied.  She seemed, for the most part, casual, but you could hear a hint of tightness in her voice.  “You two make a lovely couple.”

Terry grinned at this, and you smiled politely.  “Thank you very much, Ms. Garcia.  Y/N is nothing short of the light of my life.”  A small squeeze of your waist as he said this.  Threatening or affectionate?  Who could tell?

“I trust you’ve been enjoying the party?” Terry continued.  “We worked hard to put it all together, but I do think we pulled it all off well.”

Eva glanced at you.  “Yes, the whole organization is very appreciative.”

“Truly, it was our pleasure,” your husband responded.  “Now, I do apologize for this, but do you mind if I steal my beautiful wife away?  Some friends were asking for her.”

“Of course,” Eva replied, some of the tension dropping from her shoulders.  “Thank you both again.”

With a nod Terry guided you away from her.  “What did you talk about with Eva?” he asked.  His tone was light, and with anyone else in the world, it may have sounded like casual conversation, but you knew Terry Silver better than you knew anyone, and you knew that he was suspicious.

“I was chatting you up,” you replied.  “You wouldn’t have put this event on without some sort of goal in mind, so I figured I could put in a good world for you.  Talk about the work we’ve done together.”

“You don’t believe that I did all this out of the goodness of my heart?”

You laughed.  “That would be the day, Terry.”

“Hm,” was all he said after that, a faint smile on his face.  Unfortunately, Terry Silver also knew you better than he knew anyone, and there was a very good chance that he knew you were lying.  But he said no more on the subject, although you noticed he had plenty of excuses the rest of the day to be sure that you stayed by his side. 

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You hadn’t had the chance to talk to Eva again, Terry, however subtly, had made sure of that, but you were fairly certain you didn’t need to.  You had seen the look in her eyes when Terry approached you, and you knew that giving her the impression of a sleazy businessman with a wife who offered bribes would be plenty to keep Terry away from that organization.  Whether she actually took the bribe or not was inconsequential to you, so long as she got the idea that getting involved with Terry Silver would be getting involved with a lot shadier practices than she first thought.

You sat on the couch in your living room, sipping on some tea before bed.  It was a serene ending to a hectic day.  Your serenity was soon disrupted, however, by Dorothy, who entered the room, clipboard in hand.

“Is everything alright, Dorothy?” you asked.  “It’s awfully late.”

“Mrs. Silver, you’ve just received a call from Eva Garcia.  She says that she’s decided to accept your offer.”

“Hm.” you said, slightly surprised that she did accept after all.  “Dorothy, first thing tomorrow morning I need you to set up a transfer of two million dollars to Ms. Garcia’s charity accounts.” 

“Yes ma’am,” she replied, scribbling down the note on her clipboard.  “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Dorothy.”

She made a quick exit, and you set your tea on the coffee table, laying back down on the couch, shutting your eyes with a contented sigh.  It did feel good to win, even if it was against your husband.

Footsteps entered the room.  “Dorothy?” you asked, not looking up.  “Is there something else?”

“Not Dorothy,” a deep voice reverberated in the otherwise quiet room, causing your eyes to snap open as you quickly rose once more to a sitting position.

“Terry!  It’s past one a.m.!  Where did you go?”

He smiled his ever-placating smile.  “It was just a small late night session with a few of my senseis.  I needed to prepare them with some new techniques for tomorrow’s classes.”

Your brow furrowed and you turned from him, now sitting facing straight ahead.  “Yes, the dojo.  Why bother asking when that’s always the answer?”

He sat down beside you, and ever so gently took your chin into his hand, guiding your face back to look him in the eyes once more.  You saw only love in them.  His hand didn’t leave your face, and he stroked your cheekbone tenderly as he spoke.

“I’m afraid that’s true, my love, which is why I’m glad you’ve waited up for me.  We see so little of each other these days.  I have a vision for these children, for the dojo, for our very methods of karate, a vision that has regrettably taken my time away from you.”  

Slowly, almost mournfully, he drew you in closer, placing a sweet kiss upon your lips.  Even all these years later, you still felt the same butterflies, the same rush of heat to your face as you did the very first time he kissed you.  Which is probably why you didn’t register the slow subtle movement of his hand down the side of your face, didn’t notice as his fingers wrapped around your throat.

His grip was as gentle as could be, his hand merely resting there, as he broke the kiss, but the threat was clear.  His eyes, tender only moments before, were now cold as ice.  

“You forget how long I’ve known you, my love.  I can tell when you’re lying to me.”

You placed your hand onto his, deftly moving it so that your fingers interlocked.  You had neutralized his “threat” but the message was still there.  “What do you mean?” you asked.  Better to deny until you couldn’t deny anymore.

“Eva Garcia.  You paid her off.”

You took some silent offense to his accusation, however true it may be.  “What makes you say that?”

“I had my suspicions this afternoon, but Dorothy is quite loud.  Loud enough to confirm those suspicions at least.  I could hear your discussion from the entryway.”

“Damn,” you whispered, averting your eyes.

He pulled you in close, the gesture forgiving, even if he was upset.  “Why did you do it, beloved?”

Because none of that matters, you wanted to say.  None of the scheming and manipulation mattered if it meant that Terry cared more about the dojo than you.  What mattered was that you were in his arms, he was so close to you, and he was looking at you, really looking at you, in a way that he hadn’t in months.  All it took was one “My love,” one hint of the old Terry to send your defenses crumbling.

You buried your head in his chest and his arms wrapped tighter around you to hold you closer.  “I just miss you.  And I hate Cobra Kai.”

“You what?” came his reply, his tone dangerously low, not at all the comforting sound you would have hoped for.

“I hate that damn dojo and Danny LaRusso and Johnny Lawrence and John Kreese and all of it, because it’s taking you away from me and I don’t know what’s happening to you.”  You looked up at him, placing a hand on his cheek.  “What happened to the sweet Terry that played piano in the mornings and saved the scheming and manipulation for business deals instead of wasting all that energy on a bunch of children?”

His face shifted into what you could only call a sneer.  “That Terry was a facade.  He let the world tell him who he had to be.  I’m finally me again, darling.”  A bitter laugh.  "I was about to start a mindfulness app with some millennial internet personality for God's sake." 

“And I forgive you for that!”

He gripped your shoulders tightly.  “I’m alive in a way I haven’t been since Cobra Kai in the 80s.”

“You told me you were on cocaine back then!” you exclaimed.  You looked into his pupils trying to see if they were dilated.  Not being able to discern anything, you rushed pushed yourself off of the couch and rushed to your bedroom.  Terry only sighed and followed after you.  You dashed to his nightstand and began rifling through its drawer.  “Please tell me you aren’t on something, Terry.”

He took your hands into his own and shut the drawer, effectively calming the frantic state of your body, but not of your mind.  “I’m not on anything.”

“Are you just telling me what I want to hear?”

“You’re the one person in this world that I could never lie to.”

“Then promise me something, right now.”

“Anything, my love.”

“Just… be here.  Even when you're here, it’s like you’re not here.  Do your karate crap, destroy your enemies, truly, I don’t care, but I can’t keep going like this.  I need you.”

You saw the beginnings of a smile on the edge of his lips when you said that, and you knew that you had said the right thing.  If there’s one thing your husband enjoyed, it was the idea that you needed him above all else.  

Suddenly his hands were gripping your waist, tense and itching to move lower, and although his face was only inches from yours, you could see how wide his grin was.  “What do you say I prove it to you right now?” he asked, slowly backing toward the bed.

You gave no verbal reply, only captured his lips in a heated kiss before succumbing to him completely.

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A/N: I don't write smut, but I just want to say, smut definitely happened.

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#terry silver x reader #terry silver imagine #terry silver x you #cobra kai x reader #karate kid x reader #cobra kai imagine #karate kid imagine

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NOS interview with Daniel, Australian GP, 1 April 2023

And more in-depth in this article:

With the characteristic wide grin, shining white teeth and his roaring laugh, he is prominent in the paddock, Down Under at the Albert Park circuit. For the first time this year Daniel Ricciardo is present in the guest house of Max Verstappen's team Red Bull Racing. Not as a teammate, not even as a substitute. Although he is a reserve driver, the 33-year-old Australian is mainly used as an advertising pillar and marketing gun.

It looks a bit painful, but Ricciardo is not the type to be taken aback. "I think it's especially cool to be here. A race weekend without stress is quite nice," he says on the track in Melbourne. "Of course it feels double and all feelings come up here, but I also enjoy this life. I have more time for hobbies, friends and family. It's also nice to break fewer days on the plane. It feels less uncomfortable than I feared."

For many years Melbourne was the scene of Ricciardo's home race; now he's standing by the line and everyone wants something from him. An interview, an autograph, a selfie or a chat. But also: team discussions behind the scenes about the optimal set-up of the car. "It's business as usual, really. I'm busy in the paddock all day. My cockpit has been traded for a seat by the pit wall, but the fans give me a warm bath. They still treat me like one of the drivers. Very nice to meet you."

He doesn't like to admit it, but of course it immediately tickles when Ricciardo sees the RB19 of Max Verstappen and Sergio Pérez. Especially now that the car is outflanking the entire field. "It's an exciting car, exceeding all the team's expectations. Nobody expected us to dominate like this. Of course I want to get in and race straight away, but I don't feel any frustration."

Of course, the eight-time grand prix winner is immediately ready to fill in if something unexpected happens to Verstappen or Pérez. "I think he only needs ten minutes to get there," assures team leader Christian Horner. "I make sure I'm fit and ready and if the opportunity arises I will give everything to help the team," added Ricciardo. "Of course the devil in me would like to put something in Max or Checo's shakes so that they get sick for a while, haha. Nope. Just kidding!"

What went wrong with Ricciardo? When did his career decline? For that we have to go back to August 2018. Ricciardo was teammate of Verstappen and was able to extend his contract, but made a surprising switch to Renault. When that team's plans turned out to be much bigger than the results, he moved again in 2021 to a team with mountains of gold: McLaren.

That's where things went terribly wrong. Ricciardo was outclassed by Lando Norris, there was no click with the team and the results were abysmal. The team terminated Ricciardo's contract last year and signed his young compatriot Oscar Piastri. Although Ricciardo touched an impressive transfer fee, he was left empty-handed. No team showed serious interest.

"Of course there is a dent in my confidence," admits Ricciardo. "I felt that even when I got into the Red Bull simulator for the first time recently. I was a bit nervous, felt the pressure and hoped I was still good enough. But I felt in my place again very quickly. I'm home again."

Ricciardo says he has no regrets about his failed transfers. "I'm not like that. Everything happens for a reason. You learn from wrong decisions and setbacks, you grow and you become stronger. That also applies to the two rotten years at McLaren." "But what if?"

What if he had not fled - as team boss Christian Horner put it at the time - with his tail between his legs to avoid the internal duel with Max Verstappen? Would he now be the proud owner of a world title? Probably not. After all, Ricciardo left because he noticed that he was no longer the dream number one of Red Bull Racing. "I noticed that the relationships in the team were changing. Max was the future. That was noticeable in everything."

The team had embraced a new apple of their eye with the still very young Verstappen. The team was built around the Dutchman. The will of the driver, his father Jos and his management became law. And Ricciardo didn't want to play second fiddle. As a grand prix winner, he also felt too good for it, but only managed one more grand prix victory after his departure. His F1 career fizzled out, but Ricciardo is still brooding on a return.

Around the summer he will make a decision about his motorsport future. Options are legion. The driver is so beloved that teams in Nascar, IndyCar or endurance races line up. But for now, 'Dannyric' is holding off and seems to be one more aim all arrows at an F1 seat. "I don't want to compete for the sake of competing. Fighting in the middle or the rear doesn't motivate me. I'm only interested in a fast seat and I don't feel like starting from zero again."

"I made a well-considered decision to take a break to recharge myself. I still support that. I'm not actively looking for a cockpit yet. My feeling is that I want to return to Formula 1 next year. All sorts of factors come into play, but it doesn't feel like I'm retired from F1 right now. I'm still hungry. The fire hasn't gone out yet."

The 41-year-old Aston Martin driver Fernando Alonso is Ricciardo's example. "It's great that he gets a podium two times in a row. I'm enjoying the resurrection of the old man. He's eight years older. I want a revival like that too."

#daniel ricciardo #f1 #i was a lazy ass and mostly google translated that article tbh #my post

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Caroline Mary Luard

February 29, 2024

Caroline Mary Luard was born in 1850. On July 1, 1875 she married a man named Charles Edward Luard. On August 24, 1908, around 2:30 pm, Caroline and her husband left home and took their dog for a walk.

According to Charles, he wanted to go get his golf clubs from the clubhouse at Godden Green Golf Club, but his wife wanted to go get some exercise before returning home as she was expecting a Mrs. Stewart for afternoon tea.

At 3 pm, the pair separated, at a wicket gate by St. Lawrence's Church. The gate led down a path to a house called "La Casa" owned by neighbours of Caroline and Charles. It was considered a summer house. Past that, through the woods, would get Caroline home.

Charles was seen many times between 3-4 pm. At 3:20 pm, Charles was seen by Thomas Durrand at Hall Farm. Between 3:25-3:30 pm, he was seen by a labourer, around the golf links, and again seen by the same man about 5-10 minutes later. At 3:35 pm, he was seen by the Golf Club Steward on the links.

At 4:05 p, Charles met Rev. A. B. Cotton. Charles was carrying his golf clubs and the Reverend offered to take the clubs in his car. Around 4:25 pm, Charles was dropped off at Ightham Knoll.

When Charles got home, Mrs. Stewart was at the house waiting for Caroline. Charles, knowing Caroline should've made it home by now went to search for his wife. He found her at 5:15 pm, on the verandah of the summer home. The home was locked and empty. Caroline had been shot in the head, and 3 of her rings and purse were missing. The only thing found at the scene were some "disappearing footprints."

The estimated time of the murder was around 3:15 pm, when Charles would have been walking towards the golf clubhouse. Three shots were heard by two witnesses at that time. Annie Wickham and Daniel Kettel, both heard them.

Wickham said she heard the shots come from the direction of the summer house, she was only about 500 yards away from the location.

The inquest was held on August 26, 1908. Caroline had been initially hit on the head, which knocked her to the ground, and she vomited. Her killer shot her behind the right ear, with the second shot into her left cheek.

Charles did claim to have owned 3 guns, but he was unable to remember where he kept the ammunition for them. It was concluded that the bullets came from a .320 revolver, which was fired a few inches from Caroline's head at close range. A gun expert claimed none of Charles' guns would have been able to fire those bullets, since they were smaller.

One of Caroline's pockets had been ripped off her dress, and police were hoping that would lead them to her killer. The pocket was found by a maid on the day before the funeral, at Ightham Knoll. The maid had been shaking out the sheet in which Caroline's body had been carried back to the house. Caroline's 3 rings were never seen again, despite police hoping someone would pawn them.

Many people believed Charles had murdered his wife, and Charles received anonymous letters accusing him of such. Charles decided to leave the area, and was staying with Colonel Charles Edward Warde.

On September 18, Charles wrote a letter to his son, who was supposedly on his way back from South Africa, after learning his mother had died, as well as a letter to Colonel Warde. He then walked the railway line at Teston, hid in bushes, and then jumped in front of the train.

He pinned a note to his coat that read, "Whoever finds me take me to Colonel Warde."

Caroline's murder police believed was committed by someone she knew, and that it had been planned. They did not think the real motive was robbery. Charles death was ruled a suicide due to him being "temporarily insane."

Some people think John Dickman was Caroline's killer, in 1910 he was sentenced to death for murdering a man on a train.

#true crime #crime #unsolved mysteries #unsolved #murder #homicide #unsolved murder #unsolved case #solved #mystery

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911 and the number 3!

I haven’t had time to rewatch just to find all the 3′s and I know there are lots of other 3’s lurking in season 1-5 (and probably some I’ve missed in season 6), these are just the ones I can remember off the top of my head so if you know of any drop me a message and I’ll update this post. I’m going to add it to my pinned post so it will be easier to find going forward!

Season 2

2x01

Buck hasn’t seen Maddie for 3 years

we see 3 photos of Eddie for his calendar submission

2x09

Hen is one of 3 women to graduate from the fire academy

Season 4

4x05

3 other Evans in Bucks class at ht fire academy

3 years of Daniel being in and out of hospitals

4x14 

3 minutes out from the hospital

Eddie now has technically got 3 gunshot wounds (its 4 if you count the shooting as two separate wounds - front and back but as they are from the same gunshot I’m counting it as 1!)

Season 5

5x06 

Buck calls Eddie 3 times when he run out of the hospital to find him doing compressions on Mitchell

5x08

kids mistakenly thinks he’s in room 318 on the 3rd floor

the room he’s actually is the 3rd one on the left

5x17

Ramon has 3 stents in his arteries and had the surgery 3 years ago!

Then we go to town in season 6 where there are 3′s wherever you look!!

Season 6

There is also the fact that in season 6 all the families in 911 are split into 3’s - Athena Bobby & May, Hen Karen & Denny, Chim Maddie & Jee-Yun, Eddie Buck & Chris, (and Michael David & Harry off screen) and we have been seeing lots of families of 3 on calls.

6x01

girl at stadium has 3 on her shirt

Eddie counts to 3 with the pilot of the blimp

Buck asks to be lowered 3 feet

330 square feet to the cabin on the cruise

3 tries for Buck to get Bobbys lasagne recipe right

3 times the charm for Maddie (3rd time is not the charm) watching a film with Chim

3 girls that may is roomed with

Athena gets to Hens at 3:15

3 shifts that Hen will be covering or Bobby

6x02

3 red flags in the garden

3 tomato plants

the finals Hen takes determine if she gets into her 3rd year

Eddie counts to 3 when they separate Angelo and Ron

Lev dies at 16:43

its ‘almost 3’ when Karen wakes up Hen

6x04

‘on 3’ when they pull the tree off the birdwatcher and then again when getting him on a backboard

3 pictures on the Diaz fridge

unit 313 are chasing the car Chim is in

Buck hasn’t seen Connor in 3 years

the sorority was founded in 1963

6x05

when saving Vincent from the purple foam there are 2 ‘on 3’s’

3 times Maddie accessed the call log shown on screen and all accesses have 3’s in there time stamps

6x06

18 July 1983 was the date Karen knew she wanted to work in space exploration

Karen works on the 3rd floor

63-31 is the vote to repeal DADT

6x07 

Speed demons 3 poster on Felisa’s wall

the web search has a whole bunch of 3s - 3 items found, all 3 bracelets have 3’s in their descriptions

3 chairs on the beach - in Eddies scene with Felisa

Shannon died 3 years ago

the date is the 3rd on Bucks watch when he looks at the time

6x08

get 3 turkey legs - Hen at the Ren Faire

Christophers dance is going to last 3 hours

6x09

fireworks fight boys - 3 of them lost parts or their hands

triple homicide at the murder house! - 3 girls who actually died in a car accident

chim looks at 3 blogs

Josh is ‘pranked’ for 3 days and George had his appendix out 3 years ago

6x10

family of 3 with 3 beach chairs

The Buckley-Hans arrive in 3′s as the Buckleys (Buck Philip and Margaret) and the Han’s (Albert and Mr and Mrs Han) and then there is Maddie, Chim and Jee-Yun

3 minutes until the baby is brain dead

oct 3 on poster on Denny’s wall

3 red belts (on Chim, Eddie and Buck)

Buck is hanging for 3 minutes

3 minutes out from the hospital

there is also the more general one of Chis having nearly lost a parent 3 times (Eddie twice and now Buck) - not including Shannon as Chris actually did lose her!

#all the 3's #911 and the number 3 #911 and 3's #911 theories #they're going to town on them in season 6 #I'm still not sure whatit all means #but it means something!!! #911 on fox #911 fox #911onfox #3 is the magic number #hit me up with any you spot!