#daniel x reader

[norrisleclercf1]

Forbidden

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x FIA!Reader

Rating: R

Warnings: major age gap, fia, SMUT, angst, fluff, jealous/possessive Daniel, Daniel sabotages your potential relationships, p in v, wrap before you tap, dirty talk, slight breeding kink, fingering, oral (f receiving), etc.

Requested: Yes/No

Requests: One & Two

Words: 3.4 K

A/N: I’ve been feed with this, now to rot your brain with it! Also I couldn't do both endings since they were both different, so I mixed them as best I could.

Working with the FIA and dating a driver secretly would never work. To you, you never questioned your love for Daniel. He made you see stars, treated you like a queen, and never made you feel ashamed of your job or age. 

Having been together for 2 years, it was filled with secret kisses, touches, and stolen looks. It was hard to not be out in the open, especially when sometimes you fell used. The horrible pit in your stomach would hit you when you woke after your nights together, and he wouldn't be there. Not a note, nothing. He disappears before you wake. 

He left a trail of hurt and disgust in his storm, trying to figure out if this was between you two was love or the imagination of love. Trapped in the shadows of sneaking around. A flurry of adrenaline and bad choices. You'd always say it would be the last time, but tattooed hands and intoxicating kisses pull you back in every time. It was a merry-go-round of disgust and ecstasy you couldn't escape. 

"Enough." You whimper, skin bruised, lips raw from how he pulled you apart. Piece by piece, he broke your surface more and more. "Why?" He groans, biting your neck, causing you to whimper in pain, pulling his attention. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" He whispers because, god forbid, someone heard the two of you in the privacy of your hotel room. 

"Just.....just." Biting your lip, you hiss at the burn. "Stay with me?" It was a soft plead, not even something he could ignore. Daniel smirks, leaning in to kiss you again. Hands block his attempt as he stares at you, annoyed. "No, not like this, Daniel. Lay with me. For the night. No sex." Daniel's eyes soften, seeing the raw emotions all over your face, and he drops his head. 

Daniel knew what had been happening wasn't right, not you. You turned into a form of escape, a dreamlike place that never asked for much. At that time, he forgot how young you are compared to him. How this relationship is viewed through naive eyes. "Y/n," He stops, throat tight as he watches your eyes grow wide with hope. Hope he'd love you the way you deserve. 

"Let's just sleep." A breathtaking smile graces your lips, setting his heart pounding in his chest, trying to ignore the voice in his head. "Okay, Danny." The first night in almost two years, Daniel stayed the whole night. For the first and last time. 

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The change in your dynamic was noticeable to everyone. You were magnetic, pulling everyone in when they were trying to claw their way free. That smile was a drug. Everyone craved to see it more and more as they got to know you. "What's going on with you and Daniel?" Looking up, you smile shyly at Max. 

He was always welcoming to you and had always thought of you as beautiful. Standing up, you push strands of hair out of your face. "No idea what you mean, Max. We're friends." Saying that tale's old sentence wasn't fooling anyone. They could see you choking on glass every time you told that excuse. "Sure. If you're just friends, you'll go on a date with me then?" Leaning on the railing placed between you two, you freeze. 

Unable to stop the pull, you cast your eyes sideways to Daniel. There he was, watching this unravel. Any other boyfriend would stomp up the stairs and punch Max for asking their girl out, but Daniel wasn't yours. "Can I think about it? I do work for the FIA, Max." You try to reason with him, but the Dutch driver just smiles. "So? I don't care who you are. I wouldn't hide you in the shadows like a coward." Wincing at how he practically screamed the last sentence. "Later." Leaning forward, he kisses your cheek, saunters, and waves at Daniel. 

Turning, you see Daniel staring at you, but he just smiles his bright smile and walks past you. You were just another chess piece to his board. 

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"You're avoiding me?" Daniel freezes, thinking you're sound asleep. You'd gotten into the habit of waking when he would leave your bed, long before the sun would even rise. "No. I'm here, aren't I?" He asks, slightly turning to see the back of your head. 

"You're body is here, Daniel, not you. Never you." Throwing the covers back, you float to the bathroom and throw the light on. Illuminating the bedroom. With glances, you see he was tying his shoes when you woke; it makes you choke. "The hell is that supposed to mean Y/n? I love you." He whispers and yells, and that has you grab a bottle and throw it. 

"Why the FUCK are you whispering, Daniel! We're in my apartment, not some hotel room. Though you'd prefer if it was a hotel room, hm? That way, you could forget this is a relationship, not some hookup!" You scream. 

"Stop screaming! Do you want people to find out?" He seethes, and a dry laugh shakes your body. "You haven't touched me in almost 3 months, Danny." Daniel dares to flinch at those words. "I've been busy." He leans back over his knees and ties his boots before standing up and grabbing his shirt on the lounge chair. "No, you haven't been.

Ever since Max asked me out, you've changed. No, wait. I take that back. You changed after you slept beside me. Daniel, you can only fuck me can't you?" Daniel doesn't look you in the eye, afraid you'd see the truth in his eyes. But you saw the truth long ago. 

"Get out." Two words. Who knew that two words could cut so deep. "What?" Turning, you hold your bathroom door. "Get out. You were leaving already. Well, this time, it's permanent. You were never serious about me. I was a stupid, naive girl for falling for you. For falling in love. Get out, and don't come back." Slamming the bathroom door, Daniel hears the soft click. 

The echo of his footsteps and the front door's click breaks you. Sliding down the door, you cover your mouth as soft sobs rattle your body. 

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"Stop!" You laugh getting shot by water guns in the blazing heat of Saudi Arabia. "Never!" Max yells, blasting you with the freezing water again. Running away, the people move and laugh as they watch the poor FIA employee run around the paddock avoiding the 2 drivers chasing her. 

"Gotcha!" You scream as Lando sprays you with water. Having followed you with his high pitch laughter, you can't help but join in. "Max!" You laugh, feeling arms wrap around your waist, lifting you off the ground before setting you back down. "Cold." Shivering, Max gets the idea of handing the 2nd water gun to Lando and pulls you into his chest, hoping you warm up. 

"Better?" You nod, feeling your face burn, unable to control yourself as you bury closer in his chest. "What's happening here?" Muscle snap tight at the familiar Aussie accent. "Hey mate, we're playing around," Max smirks, turning you two around and coming face to face with Daniel. 

His sunny smile slips, seeing it was you in Max's hold, not some random girl. "Don't you have work?" Daniel's voice has some bite to it, making Max frown. "Hey, Y/n is fine. Damn Daniel, what's been up your ass lately?" Max asks, his grip loosening on you. 

"I'm sure you've got work to do. Besides, does your boyfriend know you're cozying up to some other guy?" Max's arms fall away quickly, and he steps back, clearing his throat. "Well, Lando and I have some media obligations to handle anyway. See you later, Y/n." Grabbing Lando, the Mclaren driver grumbles about not having any media stuff for the day. "Shut it, yes we do." Max hisses, tugging the driver away. Leaving you and Daniel. 

"I don't have a boyfriend." You state, glaring at Daniel, who looks down at you before turning around and walking away. "Yeah, walk away. That's all you're good at." How he heard you, you have no idea. Suddenly he's in front of you and pressing you against something. "What'd you say?" His voice was soft, but those eyes betrayed him. He was furious. Normally he'd bend you over and show you who you belonged to. But he can't do that anymore. 

"Danny, let me go." It was a soft plead, trying to calm him down. "Go do some work." Pushing off you, he walks away, blending into the crowd. Stepping out, you stare into the public and turn, heading to the FIA hospitality, trying to remove Daniel from your head.  

Storming into his driver's room, Daniel throws his water bottle, watching it explode everywhere. "Why'd I fucking do that? I don't care who she's with now!" He grumbles, staring at the water leaking out onto the floor. Cursing, he grabs a couple of towels and tries to clean up the mess, trying to think of why he did what he did. 

Seeing you in Max's arms just set his blood on fire, the fact that someone else could hold his girl, and get that smile on your face, pissed him off. He couldn't touch you anymore. Every time he did, he wanted to fuck you right then, and there, people around be damned. He stops and stares at the floor. He could've handled everything better; he was scared. 

Rumors had started to spread that a female FIA employee was sleeping with one of the drivers and, at that one, the older ones. He heard the whispers of how she got her job that way, how she was probably a whore who didn't know anything about racing and was using the driver. When it reached Daniel that your name and his were thrown into the mix, he panicked.

Started to distance himself from you. He'll admit that he never did spend the night at your place, too afraid that cameras were following him and they'd catch you two together. Daniel was just protecting you. He couldn't bear to lose you, but in the end, what he thought was protecting you was pushing you away. Fuck, he could never fix this. 

He picks up the water bottle and finishes cleaning up; walking out of his room, he sees Max approaching him. He can't help the following words out of his mouth. "Stop flirting with Y/n. She's young and doesn't know what's fun or serious. So leave her alone." Starring Max down, the young driver nods as Daniel stalks away, leaving Max confused. 

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"Open this fucking door, Daniel!" Startling awake, Daniel turns his head to his hotel door, hearing someone banging and cursing him. "The fuck." Throwing open the door, he's meeting with you. Dressed up. 

God was trying to kill Daniel, wasn't he? Here you stood, dark makeup, hair was done in the style he likes, a ponytail perfect for wrapping his hand around. Dress black and revealing, showing off every inch of your body. Heels, fuck, he loved you in heels. It showed off those legs, legs he loves to have wrapped around his head. 

"Y/n? What the hell are you doing? Someone could hear you!" Daniel hissed, wrapping one hand around your arm and dragging you into his hotel room. The race was long over, and some people had already flown to Australia, but he needed a night to gather. That clearly wasn't happening. 

"How dare you tell Max I'm childish and don't know the difference between fun and serious! You bastard! How could you do this to me? Telling him to leave me alone? Fucking Christ, Daniel, I'm not your girlfriend anymore. Actually, I never was!" Pulling away, you head to the door, ready to leave, but it's slammed shut, and you're shoved against it. "You were mine." He growls. 

Daniel was pissed; he's tired, angry, and sad. And here you are, cursing him for protecting you. "You'll always be mine." His hand trails up your neck and into your ponytail. Wrapping it around his fist, he yanks your head back, pulling a delicate whimper past those red-painted lips. "No, I'm not." Your body betrays you. 

Leaning into his touch, Daniel and you stare at each other, almost begging for someone to make the first move. He breaks first. Pulling your hair, his other hand wraps around your leg and lifts you up. Your legs wrap around his waist, moaning when you feel his cock against you. "Kiss me." You whimper. Daniel presses you against the door and devours your mouth. 

A soft groan passes through his lips as your tongues clash against one another, fighting for dominance. Pulling away, Daniel attacks your neck, littering it with bites and faint lipstick marks, his lips mirroring your own now. He looks up and freezes, meeting your eyes, realizing what he is doing. Everything he thought about, the rumors, media, people, your job, his own job, fuck, this was wrong. 

"No." Sitting you down and backing up, leaving you whimpering and shocked. "What? Daniel, please." Reaching out for him, he backs further into his room, leaving you cold and abandoned. "No, leave Y/n. This isn't right." You reach back, still facing Daniel as you open the door. You back up and close the door, running away. 

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"Good luck." Your voice causes Daniel to jump and turn, seeing you dressed in a classy black dress, something flowy to help beat the Australian heat but still within your FIA uniform. "Thanks, I'm P3. Maybe could get a win." He chuckles, trying to cut the tension. Whether it was sexual or anger, he couldn't tell the difference. 

"Yep." Walking away, he sees you smile at the other drivers, even flirting with some drivers as you walk down the track. An alarm sounds, letting people know it is time to get off the track for the race to start. 

Daniel climbs into his car, takes a deep breath, and closes his eyes.

"He is the pride of Australia. We thought he was gone forever, but Daniel Ricciardo has proven it yet again! Why he is the WINNER OF THE 2023 AUSTRALIAN GRAND PRIX! HE'S DONE IT! OH MY GOD!" 

The crowd roars, chants, drinks, and everything is utter chaos as all the cars rush past the finish line. People are storming the track, heading to the podium. You watch the crowd, running away from the chaos; you seek quiet, trying to ignore your craving to be next to Daniel. 

Lucky for you, being high enough in the FIA, you can have a private room to be alone. Unlucky for you, walking into the space, you're met with the Aussie himself. "Daniel? You're supposed to be at the podium. What the hell are you doing?" You snap, knowing you'll get an ear full from the media about the race winner not being at the podium. 

"Claiming my real prize." Unable to react, you crashed into each other and hurried hands pull and tug at each other's clothes and hair. "Danny, fuck." Whimpers pass your lips as Daniel bends down and lifts you up, his hands grabbing handfuls of your ass as he walks you over to your small couch. 

Biting your lip, he pulls away and stares up at you. "Shit, you're gorgeous. And mine." Daniel growls and sits you down before tugging down his race suit, smirking, as you watch, dazed, reeling from how intoxicating he is. "Now, you're going to do what I say. I will lay half off this couch, and you, Y/n, will sit on my fucking face. And I don't mean half-ass sitting. I want to fucking suffocate while you ride my face and use my nose to get the perfect little clit off. Do you understand me?" Knees buckling, you reach under your dress and pull down your white lace panties. 

"Such a good girl." Daniel praises, causing it to stroke your heart and the walls around you. "Come here." Daniel positions himself half off the couch; curling his fingers, he beckons you over to him. Walking over, you straddle his waist, hesitant to do this. "Kitten, come on, be good for me." Daniel praises, almost in a taunting manner. 

Daniel moves quickly when you don't move at first and yanks you forward by the back of your thighs, having you land on his face. With a moan, you feel Daniel smirk against you, but soon you ball the couch fabric in your hand as Daniel takes a curious lick of your pussy. "Fuck, Danny." It'd been so long since you've been touched like this. Toes curling, you slack against him, finally resting your weight on him. 

"That's right, kitten, just like that." The vibrations of his talking make you giggle, causing your hips to rock forward. And just like he said, his nose hits your clit perfectly. "Danny." His hands move from your thigh to your ass, spreading you as he palms you. His tongue curls and starts to do the alphabet, a trick he learned, his record was J, but today he was going to beat that. 

With you rocking your hips, you move back and forth, holding the couch tightly, back arched forward. You gasp when Daniel does G and curls it off by spreading you with his tongue. "Fuck, right there." You moan and speed up your rhythm, riding his face like his cock. When Daniel moves his tongue in the form of H, you moan loudly, almost a squeal, as you shake.

"Danny!" You scream, riding out your orgasm, slowing your pace. Daniel helps you and lays you on the couch as he catches his breath, lips shiny with your slick. "New record." You giggle, which has Daniel smirk, and turn you over onto your stomach. "Yeah? Ready for round 2?" He asks, flipping your dress up. 

Shoves two fingers in his mouth, there is no need to wet them, but he wants to mix him and you together as he reaches down and runs the fingers up and down your sensitive pussy. "So damn perfect, and mine. Are you mine, hm? My real trophy?" He asks, making you moan and rock backward, meeting his fingers. They slowly enter and spread you open before moving up and down and then curling inside you, causing you to drop your head, and muffling your moan. 

"Fuck me, Danny, please, I can't. I need you!" You cry, which has Daniel shake his head and smack your ass. "Fuck...." You whimper but gasp when you feel Daniel's cock slowly tease you. He rubs his cock up and down before slamming into you. 

Reaching around, he covers your mouth, smothering the scream as you adjust to his size. He doesn't wait, though, as he pulls all the way out and slams back into you. Groaning, his free hand wraps your hair and pulls you back, arching into him. "So fucking tight, wrapping around my cock like you are made for me. Are you made for me, kitten? Your pussy made for cock?" He groans. All you can do is nod your head, opening your mouth, you twirl your tongue over his fingers. 

He shoves them into your mouth, making you choke on them, but you don't mind sucking on them. He keeps the same depth moving faster, hitting every nerve inside you. "Fuck, close." He groans and lays down on top of you, his thrusts short and fast, pulling his fingers out. They reach down and start to rub your clit. Loud moans fill the air with the sound of skin slapping skin. 

"Come in me, make me yours. Fuck, please, please." You beg as Daniel grunts in your ear, moving faster. "Pump you full, I will, baby. Show everyone you're mine. Yeah? Yeah?" He moans as you scream, burying your head on the couch as you come again. Daniel's thrusts falter as he freezes and comes inside you. 

Arms tightening around your waist, you whimper, feeling sticky and exhausted but so damn good at the same time. "I'm sorry." He whispers, pulling out of you, and you giggle. 

"Don't think because you won, we're suddenly together again. I will need a lot...and I mean many orgasms as an apology." Wrapping your arms around his neck, Daniel laughs. "That I can do." He nips your lips, making you laugh as his hand gently enters you. 

"Guess I need to start now." Pulling moans out of you, good thing you locked your door.

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[goldsainz]

THE MET GALA — one shot.

pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader

MASTERLIST.

NOTE: i was gonna do this with anok initially but smth told me to pick dua (also there’s more content from her)… so sorry for the rushed ending, wasn’t quite sure how to end it!! my requests are open, pls check my guidelines and who i write for!

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ynupdates in honour of y/n’s attendance at this years met gala, let’s all remember this two iconic looks (2019, 2022) and how she will serve yet again this year!!!

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ynfan2 mother will deliver i just know it

user1 didn’t she skip last years met?

⤷ ynupdates yes! but she did a photoshoot with what she would’ve worn (she had a show and the dates overlapped)

ynfan3 she better not disappoint

user2 i’m scared for this years theme

danielfan2 is daniel going with her??

⤷ ynfan4 i think so

danielricciardo has uploaded an instagram story!

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yourusername The First Monday In May 🤍 An honour to cohost the Met Gala this year celebrating Karl Lagerfeld and his incredible legacy. Thank you Anna and Vogue for having me. Thank you patrimoine de Chanel chanelofficial for making my dreams come true with my dream dress the FW1992 original bride dress and thank you to tiffanyandco for lending me the most unbelievable necklace - I felt very lucky to get to show it off for the very first time!

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danielricciardo My beautiful beautiful girl

⤷ yourusername i love you so so much 💛

⤷ landonorris ugh you both make me sick

ynfan21 YOU SLAYED THE MET!!!

redbullracing Our paddock princess!

⤷ danielfan21 rbr admin knows what’s up

user21 best dressed this year

danielfan22 WE WANT THE DANIELY/N PICS!!

scottyjames31 invite me to the met next

⤷ chloestroll she’s gonna be taking me, but keep dreaming!

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[itaipava]

— daniel ricciardo being a simp for you.

he has such a unique and pure way of making you laugh; with silly jokes, exaggerated imitations of characters or people you don’t like, tickling you until you’re out of breath, leaving kisses all over your face while holding you as close to him as possible… he’s a ray of sunshine in your life.

he always makes eye contact with you as you speak; it doesn’t matter if you’re just rambling about your day or telling him some funny story from your childhood, he looks at you intently while caressing your hand. he wants you to know that he is paying attention to everything you are saying, that he is listening to you and everything you say is important to him.

when he needs to leave early because of work, he tucks the blankets around you and leaves a kiss on your forehead, then lightly caresses your cheek. he prepares your breakfast and leaves a note beside it; an explanation of why he needed to leave early and when he comes back. (he also draws two birds on a tree branch with a heart around them both. the biggest bird - that’s him - has heart eyes as he looks at you)

he buys all your favorite things; he ensures that your house always has those favorite beauty products of yours or those sweets you love the most. and he also likes to spoil you; he buys things he thinks you’ll like and things you’ve looked at in the shop window or on the internet. you think he forgot about it, but you’re delightfully surprised to see him with a bright smile as he hands you a gift package when he gets home; he just hugs and kisses you, saying that you deserve so much more than this gift.

he writes important things and puts them on a magnet on the fridge; like birthdays of your mutual friends, date nights —and he puts a heart around the date to demonstrate that it’s your day — and even appointments with dentists or doctors so you don’t forget.

he always plans a date for the two of you to have some time together. he plans everything perfectly because he wants you to feel as happy and comfortable as possible, so everything you like and admire the most will be there. and he doesn’t let anything or anyone get in the way of this night, because it’s all dedicated to you and only you.

he loves spending time with you and moments like that are so precious and unique to him. he doesn’t care if you’re just lying down caressing each other while watching some bad movie on netflix or going for a fun walk around town, any time with you is perfect for him.

when you go out and you’re carrying lots of bags, he’ll take them out of your hand and hold them for you until you get home.

he is the type of boyfriend who will use your purse as if it were his and he loves that. but when you go to buy a new purse, he wants you to buy one that suits him.

he has a space in his backpack that are just things for you; meds, band-aids, your favorite candies etc. and he also always has a hair elastic on his wrist just in case you need it; and in fact it is he who ties your hair for you - he loves taking care of your hair.

he always comes home with something for you; your favorite flower, that book you’ve wanted for a while, your favorite food or candy.. he always wants to please you.

before leaving the house he hugs you tightly, leaving a kiss on the top of your head before taking your face with both hands and kissing your forehead and finally your lips. you have to remind him to go otherwise he will be late; he just can’t stop leaving soft kisses all over your face. and, with a smile, he says “i love you, i’ll be back soon, love” before finally leaving.

he has a necklace with your initials and he never takes it off - or hides it. in every photo or interview he appears with your initials and his proud smile says enough.

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[ddejavvu]

pairing: daniel x reader (love actually)

summary: your neighbor is very enthusiastic about his new hobby, and you're tired.

a/n: there is no last name that i could find for daniel which really sucks </3 anyways i want to smooch him

You're going to kill them. You're actually going to commit homicide, perhaps you'll even take one of those damn drumsticks and use it as the murder weapon. One through the eye would be a good start, right? You'll stick the other one where the sun doesn't shine.

Your slippers scratch noisily against the pavement leading up to your neighbors' front door, and you hear the incessant drumming grow louder the closer you get to their house. Finally you're on the porch, and you think something in your ears may have ruptured by now.

You raise a fist to the door, but quiet, polite knocking won't be heard over the racket inside. You have to pound against it instead, and you'd cringe at the aggression if it weren't necessary.

Ten seconds pass, and you're almost convinced that you've gone unheard despite your frantic knocking. The chilly winter air stings your ankles where your pajama pants have rucked up near your thighs, and you shimmy them back down your legs to rid your skin of goosebumps. Your sleep shirt is warm but not snow-worthy, and you seriously consider giving up to dive back into your warm bed. But sleep won't come unless the drums cease, and you're determined to get your rest.

You're nearing the twenty second mark, close to driving your car straight through their front door just to be heard, but you hear the soft click of a lock, almost inaudible over the drumming, and the door swings open. A rush of warm air hits you and your bones ache with cold, but you're quickly distracted from any trivial concerns such as hypothermia when you see the man standing in front of you.

He's nearly as tall as the doorframe, but he's got an air about him that's so gentle you'd have expected him to be a mouse in a kids' cartoon. His face is kind and his smile only helps, a soft, welcoming curve that feels just as cozy as the inside of his home.

Suddenly, the drumming doesn't seem so bad.

"Hello," He greets, his voice a deep timbre that carries warmth but not heat, a lilt to it that's not common in your region, "Can I help you?"

If you'd known you would be faced with the human embodiment of a crackling fireplace, gentle and cozy and irresistible, you might have chosen more respectable attire than pajamas. As it stands, you're on his front porch in slippers and flannel pants, so you inhale and square your shoulders, powering on regardless.

"Hello," You return the formality, desperately searching for some of the guiding fury you'd felt only seconds ago, "I know it's broad daylight, but I worked the night shift last night, and- well, I was trying to get some sleep. I was wondering if the aspiring musician could postpone their practice for a little while?"

When you get to the point of your visit the man's face drops, his lips turning down and his eyes glinting with something akin to worry. It's sweet and undeserving of the rage you'd wanted to inflict on him when you'd first set out, and you tamp down guilt that tries stabbing at your heart.

"Uh, give me just a moment," He chuckles weakly, still supported by background percussion, "I'd call for him to stop but he wouldn't hear me. Wait, uh- y'can step in if you'd like," He steps away from the door, holding it open for you. You feel awkward accepting the invitation, but you'd feel worse declining it, so you let him usher you inside, relishing the warmth that surrounds you as he shuts the door on the cold outside.

He starts down the hallway and you linger in the entryway, stuck between looking around and keeping to yourself. You finally give and glance to your left, catching sight of a framed picture on a table in front of a trinket tray.

"Sam-o," The man calls, but despite being right outside his door, the drummer doesn't hear him, "Sam! I'll-" He turns back towards you, a sheepish grimace on his face, "I'll go in."

"Right," You nod, happy to turn back towards the photo you'd seen earlier while he wrangles who you're sure is a very surly, very rebellious teenager in the midst of his rock 'n' roll phase.

The picture is of the man and a little boy, presumably his son, taken on a dock overlooking a lake. The boy is holding a fish that's almost too small to be seen, but his grin is wide, making up for the less-than-impressive catch. He's clearly proud of himself, and the man looks to be as well, holding him up with an equally large smile.

They look like a very happy family, and your heart beats faster at the endearing display. The drums cease from the other room, and you hear muffled voices take their place.

You notice more photos of the boy scattered around, but no other children; perhaps he's an only child. You don't have time to evaluate much more, though, because the man returns, and tucked beneath his arm is the boy from the pictures.

Where you were expecting a jaded seventeen-year-old rockstar, you see a four-foot batman, the black-and-grey hoodie zipped up over blue jeans. His apologetic grin is very unlike the surly protector of Gotham, though, and you consider telling his father to buy him a CareBears sweatshirt next time.

"Hello," He nods, voice soft but polite as his dad stands beside him, "I'm sorry my drumming woke you."

"He's practicing for a big showcase," His dad informs you, a large hand squeezing the boy's shoulder encouragingly, "But he can practice tomorrow."

"Oh," You're nearly lost for words, caught in a whirlwind of unexpected fondness for the pair, "I- I don't mean to slow you down, I'm sorry. It's just that the Christmas season is very busy at work, and I need to be in tomorrow morning. So- uh, my schedule is a little thrown off."

"It's alright," The man smiles, kindness etched into every crease of his face, "Sam has plenty of other opportunities to practice. And I'm- Daniel, by the way."

Daniel holds his free hand out, the other still comfortingly closed around Sam's shoulder. You're quick to join them and the handshake is firm, Daniel's hand much larger than your own, and much warmer to boot.

"My goodness, you're frozen," He chuckles sympathetically, a chill surely lingering on his skin the same way his warmth does on yours, "Would you like a cup of tea? I can brew chamomile, it'll make you sleepy."

Basic etiquette would be to kindly refuse, to not overstay your welcome, and to thank the boy for postponing his drum practice. But your still-racing heart is not one to listen to logic or etiquette, and you find yourself bashfully accepting his offer.

"Oh- um, if it's no trouble. Chamomile sounds nice."

"No trouble at all," He smiles, patting Sam on the shoulder, "Would you like some tea, Sam-o?"

The boy's button nose scrunches, and he shakes his head, "No thanks. I'll be in my room."

Daniel chuckles, and you find yourself grinning with shared amusement as the boy retreats.

"No drumming!" Daniel calls after him, and Sam turns in the doorway, teasing exasperation on his features.

"Alright, no drumming. Y'know, I'm trying to get a girl to fall in love with me," Sam informs you, speaking with the matter-of-factness that you'd expect from a professor, not an elementary schooler, "But I think learning to play the drums was a waste of time."

Daniel's brow furrows, probably lamenting the hours of noise he'd endured for nothing "Oh, why?"

"I could have just offered her tea instead," The boy grins, slipping into his room before either of you can stop him.

His childishly brazen comment leaves you and Daniel stiff with awkwardness, and you feel his eyes upon you. You meet his incredulous gaze with one of your own, and a breathy laugh escapes from his lips as he lingers near the kitchen.

"Well. Perhaps I've shown him Titanic one too many times as of late. But if you're going to fall in love with me, I think I should know your name first."

His smile is cheeky and you run with it, letting him lead you to a kitchen island. You sit at one of the stools as he occupies himself with a kettle, retrieving a box of chamomile tea from a nearby cupboard.

"I'm Y/N," You laugh, "And if you're able to help me get some sleep before work in the morning, there's a very good chance that I will fall in love with you."

#tagging this seems pointless i think everyone interested in this is already here #but i will do it anyways #love actually daniel x reader #love actually fanfiction #love actually x reader #daniel x reader #love actually daniel fanfiction #liam neeson fanfiction #liam neeson x reader

[siren-serenity]

helloOoo can i req for eli and daniel x f!reader childhood friends to lovers but make it separate (if it's not too much to ask :D) please && thank u 😸💐

a hopeless romantic all my life

characters: eli jang, daniel park, fem!reader warnings: bullying in daniel's part, swearing, eli's past is revealed a/n: - THE WAY I SQUEALED SO LOUDLY WHEN I SAW THIS REQUEST AKJSLKJADSFJKLFADKJLSJLKADFS - whenever i read eli's backstory + hostel i just want to cry T-T - DANIEL IS SO CUTE!!!! - i hope i did the childhood friends to lovers trope justice! - feedback is appreciated!

"Who's that girl over there?" Zack tilted his head, pointing with his chin to a remotely familiar student. Daniel squinted his eyes out of habit before they sprung wide open in half-surprise, half-delight. Leaping out of his chair (and getting yelps and shouts in response to the shriek of the chair), Daniel practically dashed over to you, arms open.

"Y/N!" He squealed, glomping you in a hug before realizing two things. 1. he was in a new body. 2. HE WAS IN A NEW BODY

"Get off me!" Within seconds, he felt a deathly grip on his wrists, and his vision blurred before his body collided with the floor. Daniel let out a groan, internally slapping himself for being so incredibly stupid. "Who the fuck are you?"

...It's definitely strange being on the other side of things. To Daniel, you were his childhood friend, his sword and shield, his protector against the many, many bullies that tormented him throughout his life. He was chubby and to society, he was only a piggy to command. But you? You were the first to see him as a human, and even a friend. You were a miracle!

A miracle who's...currently chewing him out.

"Who the heck do you think you are?! What kind of person just randomly glomps someone else? A stranger no less!" You spat out, whacking him on the shoulder for good measure. Daniel only gave you his cheesy smile but you didn't even blink or blush.

Did he think you would believe his next statement? Nah. But is he going to try? Yeah!

What could personally go wrong?

"I'm Daniel Park! Remember? From school?"

You blinked. Once twice.

"In your fucking dreams!"

Huffing, you walked away. Seriously? You were just trying to find the principal's office, not encounter some weirdo in J-High? God really doesn't like you.

In almost a dazed-like fashion, Daniel made his way back to his little friend group, barely acknowledging the shouts of confusion and the wild shaking of his shoulders (thanks to a combination of Zoe and Zack.)

"Who the hell was that?"

"What was that all about?!"

"Danny, who is that woman???"

Even Jay, who was quiet most of the time, was gesturing wildly between Daniel and the mysterious girl. Heartbroken - he genuinely thought there could be something between him and Daniel...only to be crushed in such a way.

"She's..." Daniel let out a silly sigh and everyone knew. "She's...somebody close to me."

His eyes fluttered. His cheeks flamed with bright red. Daniel's face was placed in the palm of his hand and he leaned into it.

Everyone knew. She wasn't just anybody to Daniel Park.

She was his crush.

Eli dashed through the streets, not giving two shits about the way he was absolutely dirtied with mud and sweat and the glares people sent to him. His eyes were wide and they scanned all over the streets for any trace of his baby girl.

YennaYennaYennaYennaYennaYennaYenna

"Up! Up!"

Eli halted in his footsteps, almost falling to the ground before running through the narrow alleyways. Teeth bared and hands itching, he would show no mercy to whoever took his baby girl.

"Yes, baby," An oddly familiar voice laughed. "Up it is!"

Yenna's laughter responded in kind.

"YENNA!" Eli roared, dashing the moment he saw his baby girl. He rudely snatched it out of the unknown person's hands, frantically scanning her for injuries. Her yellow dress was muddy, but fine nonetheless. She had bits of dust on her knees and arms, but no scratches.

He almost fell to his knees upon realization, letting out the breath he didn't know he was holding in. Eli buried his cotton-candied-colored head into Yenna's body, hands squeezing her tight.

"You're fine," He murmured, more to himself than to Yenna. "You're fine."

"Erm- sir?"

Shit- he forgot all about the nice lady that helped Yenna. Jumping to his feet, Eli gave the woman a strict 90 degree bow.

"Thank you so much for taking care of Yenna! I don't know how to repay you, I don't have money, but please! From the bottom of my heart, thank you-"

"E-Eli?"

That voice...he couldn't be.

Eli's shoulders trembled when he slowly unfolded from his bowing position and his breath was taken away from him for the second time. His eyes grew wet from unshed tears and the hand not holding Yenna came up to caress your cheek, shaking.

"Y/N..." He breathed out and you nodded, with a sweet grin that never failed to make his heart pound.

"Is that you?" You opened your arms and like the old times, Eli eagerly hugged you, careful to not squish Yenna in the process. The babygirl babbled, grinning as she grabbed onto your clothes. "Eli, it's been so long!"

He nodded and just hugged you tighter. It's been so long indeed...the last time he saw you, he was still the scrawny survivor of the alleyways, with his messy black hair and underfed body.

"I've missed you."

Eli Jang's confession was soft, but you heard every word.

His heart jumped when you just pulled him closer, trying to melt his body in yours.

"I've missed you too."

Before Heather, there was you.

#lookism #lookism x reader #daniel park #park hyungseok #daniel park x reader #daniel x reader #eli jang #eli jang x reader #lookism fluff #x reader

[cupiohearts]

DRUNKEN DAZE ?! - drunk daniel, eli, ryuhei with reader who takes care of them

DANIEL was the type of drunk that had bipolar tendencies and the occasional black out drunkness. hes lucky that he's cute when delirious.

"alright buddy, up the steps!" you held daniel's weight on your body and these were the times you wishes you didn't have steps to your house. "nghhh... you're so lovelyy~" daniel slurred his words as he rubbed his face in your neck.

"daniel if you love me so much stop being a deadweight" daniel was so heavy, all those muscles were adding up in this moment.

it was only a few seconds after your words that daniel started to sob into your shoulder. you could feel his tears soak into your shirt and you groaned.

"im- i'm sorryy! i'll be a better boyfriendd"

"WHY DID YOU EVEN START DRINKING WITH ZACK"

ELI doesn't drink normally but when he did. he was so extroverted and likely did a strip tease for his non-existent audience. it was time to babysit him and yenna.

you carried yenna in one arm while struggling to keep eli from taking off his shirt. "eli stop trying to strip in public!" you grunt in between your teeth "you're going to jail for public indecency and i'm gonna have to bail you out"

yenna threw up her hand and hugged your cheek. eli getting dragged by the bottom of his shirt, twisted around your fists. "y/nnn, my shirt is gonna break off" he giggled.

"eli- shut up."

he pouted and tilted his head. "you're so cute when your angry" he laughed at your face. hugging you tightly, you struggled against his hold.

he kept hugging you throughout the night. the affectionate drunk he was.

RYUHEI drinks a lot. out of the three he's the one you should stay away from drunk because he will try to get into your pants. unapologetically.

"ryuhei get your hands off my chest" you slapped his hand away. the blonde only placed his hand on yours, and batted his long eyelashes. "is this you trying to seduce me?" you raised an eyebrow.

"don't you want me too~" your mouth went agape as he kept caressing your jaw. his sultry voice was so close to your ear you could hear his breath.

this was inside of vivi's club while you were in a vip room. "there's no one around here" you could feel his fingers slowly start trailing down. "oh? is that so" you smiled at ryuhei. before he flew back from a punch.

"IN YOUR DREAMS BITCH"

#lookism scenarios #lookism x reader #lookism #lookism daniel #daniel park #eli jang #ryuhei x reader #ryuhei kuroda #eli jang x reader #daniel x reader

[dljcem]

hi !! could you please write hcs about dating daniel larusso from karate kid ?? thank you 🫶

ೃ༄ Lola

daniel larusso dating hcs

warnings: not beta or proof read

lets you ride on the back of his bike. hes not opposed to taking you to and from places in the slightest—he’ll even encourage you to loop your arms around his waist (so you dont get hurt, of course. totally not because it makes him giddy.)

passes you notes during class. they usually consist of trivial observations and invitations to go out; he might ask for answers, if youre covering a topic hes particularly bad at.

his love language is physical touch and words of affirmation. he reassures and compliments you daily, keeps his hands on you whenever he physically can.

hes especially fond of kissing your cheek, for some unknown reason. he does it as both a greeting and farewell—its a bit of a ritual between you.

shows off his karate once he starts making notable progress. he enjoys the validation, finds that it motivates him further.

asks you to accompany him to prom. he places a lot of effort into his proposal—finds a pretty spot by the shore, buys your favourite flowers, puts together a small poster, etc.

wins you the prizes at local fairs/golf n’ stuff. you have more than a few stuffed animals from him compiled in your closet—he likes to call them your ‘children’.

hesitant to open up about the situation with johnny. he doesnt want to worry you; if you mention it, he’ll brush it off and insist its not a big deal. even when it shows, through blood and bruises and whatnot, he denies it.

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[the-faceless-bride]

Headcanons: holding hands with Slashers.

Holding slashers hands

Includes: Jesse, Asa, Jason, Look-see, Daniel, and Thomas

Holding hands with Jesse

Jesse likes to hold hands often, no matter where or who is around. He would just kill anyone who shows any disgust or discomfort as his affections for you

Jesse likes to run his thumb over your knuckles, he loves the look of your smaller hand that he holds in his.

Loves the look of his gloved hands holding yours

He tends to take your hand and press your knuckles to his temple and close his eyes as he imagines his future with you.

Holding hands with Asa

Asa doesn't hold hands often, he definitely dislikes holding hands with others around but if it will help his image he'll hold your hand, unless he is home and feeling kind he lets you hold his hands

He likes it when you hold one of his hands in both of yours, it makes him feel wanted and feels like you need him

He also likes to make eye contact with you while you hold hands, mosty likes to hold hands at night in bed

Holding hands with Jason

He loves to hold your hand but he is just very shy, if you hold his hand he will gladly take yours and would hold your hand as long as you would like!

Jason likes to slightly swing your hands, he doesn't realizes he is doing it but once he notices he would get shy and try to pull away embarrassed but if you tell him its ok and swing your hand he will feel much better

Holding hands with Daniel

Now as much as Daniel loves to hold hands he gets a little insecure, he is scared to hurt you with his hook and would hesitate at first but once you reach for his hand or hook it lights a spark in him

He likes to hold your hand while his hook lightly trails your jaw as he tells you sweet nothings

Doesn't care for others watching as he would want to be more romantic and intimate

Holding hands with Look-see

Look-see has very very large hands and feeling your hand completely covered by his hand he would take that chance any chance they get

They purr quite loudly as you hold hands and he likes when you run your fingers over his claws they also enjoy when you kiss their hands

Holding hands with Thomas

Thomas loves holding hands, he gets a little shy around his momma and likely won't around Hoyt or Monty but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to hold your hand

He loves holding hands in bed after a long day and he just curls up to you and wraps his arms around you holding both of your hands close to your chest, he feels truly blessed to have you

#slasher imagine #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #slasher headcanons #slasher imagines #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #jesse thrist #jesse chromeans #jesse cromeans x you #jesse cromeans #jesse cromeans x reader #jason voorhees #jason voorhees headcanons #jason voorhees x reader #daniel x reader #candyman x reader #candyman headcanons #asa emory x reader #the collector x reader

[sgnjimmy]

can i get danny x reader with number 6 pls?

★𝓓𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓮𝓵 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝔁 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

≛ 𝙰/𝚗: hello there. my first daniel work, i'm exited!! feel free to let me know what you think of it.

≛ 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 350

The sigh of Daniel opens a big grin to your face. For a while now, he's not been going to school, and you were worried sick. You felt helpless not knowing if he was okay.

"Danny!" You call him from the school's gate.

He quickly spots you, waving his hand.

"Hi." He mouths.

You can't help the warm feeling in your tummy when he walks towards you. You grow more impatient by the second, so you start to run in his direction.

Daniel looks confused, but you don't give him time to think, pressing your body against his roughly, tangling him with your arms. He puts his arms around you, too, returning the hug.

"I missed you." He says. And you swear he's smiling.

"I missed you, too." You finally take your head off his chest — and stop sniffing his shirt — to look up at him. Hands locked together around him.

And there it is. That heavenly smile.

Damn, you really missed it.

Really missed him.

You suddenly shift off your daydream. "Are you okay?" You ask, recalling his absence. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes." He expresses with a smile. "Don't worry."

"Okay, but you'll tell me if there's anything I can do to help you, right?"

"Yes." Daniel nods truthfully.

He squeezes your body to his chest, bringing his hand to the back of your head, Daniel uses it to rest your face on his shoulder.

You close your eyes and the people around you disappear. For a moment, it's just you two, consuming one another.

But then the school bell rings and the moment is gone. Although his arms lay still on your body, you shift under it, trying to roll off of the hug.

The two of you should probably head to class.

"No…" He pouts. "Um, i– I just wanna hold you like this for a bit longer if that's okay."

Heat runs to your cheeks and you're glad he can't see your face. Your mouth is partly open and your face holds a soft frown.

He really got you bad, you think. But you couldn't care less if you looked stupid to anyone for simply loving him.

"Yeah, um." You clean your throat. "That's okay."

© 𝙨𝙧𝙜𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙮 2023

#lookism x reader #daniel park x reader #daniel x reader #x reader #gn!reader #manhua #webtoon lookism #looksim #daniel lookism

[yaatrickyassification]

May i request for daniel,gun and samuel having an albino s/o pls?

Thank you for your request!

[ Daniel Park, Park Jong Gun, Samuel Seo x Gn! Reader] - Daniel, Gun, and Samuel have an albino s/o pls?

(I'm so sorry if I get things wrong.)

Daniel Park:

Being albino is cool! Wow, you’re one of the rarest humans in the world, look at that. But being rare wasn’t exactly what you wanted to have in your life, the moment you were born and have been diagnosed with albinism, it’s like a target sign was immediately put on your back: ‘I’m rare!’ Is what you can probably see if out of the blue you can see social connotations that were always left unsaid or purposely left alone in the dark.

You were quite used to people staring and ogling at you as if you were some type of celebrity in a tv show or an exotic animal that has never been seen before and it was the first time that you will ever be showcased. You are used to it, even the questions that have been frequently asked to you never change as the years pass.

You even have answers to all of the questions written on paper and seared into your mind like a kid genius, in short, you were used to it. Until you weren’t.

A lot of people ranging from kids, adults, to old people have gone and approached you in your eighteen years of life to ask about your albinism, ‘can you see properly?’, ‘what can you see?’ or something as ridiculous as asking if body parts of albino people can sell well in the market (you were asked once by a suspicious man at that time, and you were very, very tempted to call the police right then and there.)

But you weren’t mentally and socially prepared for a pretty boy who seem to be the same age as you and also adorns the same uniform to approach your vicinity with a shy smile, in the corner of your eye you can also spot him twiddling his thumbs, you nodded your head and let out a tight-lipped smile, he’s going to ask you something about your albinism, isn’t he?

You opened your mouth reading the memorized words in your mind and it all came crumbling down as you muttered a small – “why—what?” Bewildered, you fully face the guy, confusion seen on your face, and if it wasn’t the uncertainty boggling your mind you would have stared at his pretty face. “I’m sorry, can you repeat that?” You tilted your head to the side.

Daniel’s expression contorted to several different emotions in five seconds – you can vaguely see it as confusion? Bewilderment? Or was it shyness? Daniel stared straight into your eyes for a few seconds before finally mustering up the courage to repeat his question, “I ask if you’re, okay?”

Your eyes widen to a slight degree and for the first time in your life, you have been kicked out of normalcy just by a single question from a pretty boy you just met five minutes ago, “I—I am?” Daniel paid no mind to your lack of certainty as he tilted his head to the side and let out a smile, and for a second, you thought that you could see a pink background and flowers blooming behind him, “Why— why’d you ask?” You internally slap yourself for stuttering.

Daniel sighed and turned his gaze away from yours and looked toward his fingers instead which were comfortably placed on his lap, “I heard some students talk bad about you, they called you a weirdo, a freak. Why? They haven’t even had any form of conversation with you? How can they say that? So, I reprimanded them, but they said that this was normal and you were fine with it, that’s why I wanted to ask, are you okay?” Realizing that he may have been invading your privacy, Daniel gasps and flutters his hand around.

And in your mind, the cogs have started to move and finally, it has come to a decision. You smiled and held Daniel’s smooth and slender fingers that were clear of any calluses or blisters, “I have decided.” You said with such confidence, and Daniel just sputters more as he gazes upon your intense stare.

“De—decided what?” Daniel asks nervously.

“What’s your name?” You inquire, Daniel gulps before slowly muttering his name, “d—Daniel Park.” You nodded your head in satisfaction and the hold you had on Daniel’s hands tightened as you stared into his eyes with such intensity that Daniel turned even redder (is that even possible?)

“Are you in a relationship right now?”

“…No?”

You bob your head up and down and let out a smile so bright that Daniel felt that he was sitting beside the sun, “would you like to marry me?”

“Excuse me?” Daniel Park chokes.

Park Jong Gun:

Park Jong Gun was bored, well since when wasn’t he bored? Ever since he had achieved things that weren’t normal for his age, days, months, and years passed by like a blurred image buried deep inside of his mind that stays there but will never resurface. It was all gray-scaled. Another sigh was ripped out of his mouth and Goo for the nth time (Gun never bothered to pay attention to Goo’s antics) stopped by scrolling down his phone and planted it roughly on the table and faced Gun.

His expression looks distorted, bordering between a smile and a grimace, “what is it?” Goo discarding all social cues and dos and don’ts asks Gun without any filter, the said man raises his eyebrows in confusion before opening his mouth in a eureka manner and nods to himself as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I’m bored.”

Goo scoffs and roughly bangs the wooden table of the café with an irritated expression, some customers looked their way but the two handsome men who are too engrossed in their antics paid no attention to the recognition that they were getting. “So, you’re telling me you’ve been bothering my awesome manga reading time with your sighing which I thought was a serious problem but it was actually that you’re bored? What do you want me to do huh?”

Gun shrugs and takes a sip of his extra dark coffee, Goo grimaces at the sight of the dark, putrid liquid that emitted a strong scent that can punch you awake. “Disgusting, why do you even drink black coffee?” Gun deadpans at the question as he places down the small porcelain cup on the plate it came with, with a small clink.

“So that I can stay awake. And be entertaining for once, not draining.” Goo gasps, his hands laying on his chest as he rubs it dramatically, but something flickers, in the corner of his eyes. A flicker of color was seen in his eyes and immediately his gaze tracked the new source of interest, and for a second, Gun’s mind shut down and his heartbeat rose to an unhealthy degree.

And Gun was ensnared in the webs of what people called love, before Gun could identify what he was feeling, his legs moved and beeline towards your direction. His ears paid no mind to Goo’s irritated shouts or to the people pointing fingers in your direction in which they didn’t even bother to hide, (Gun makes sure to remember all of the people’s faces who even dare to point fingers at you.) And he plops down on the seat opposite to yours with a smile that you can’t identify.

“Yes?” You inquired of the man who was sitting in front of you, the man stared for a few seconds before letting out another smile, “what’s your name?”

“And why would I tell a stranger that?” Sassy, he likes it.

“I’m Park Jong Gun but you can call me Gun.” He smoothly says, Gun can feel Goo’s bewildered stare but paid no mind to it and continued to give you his full attention.

You crossed your eyes in suspicion before getting up out of your seat and quickly made your way towards the door of the establishment, Gun sighed and Goo who was watching from the sidelines made his way towards Gun and elbowed him on the side. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Courting,” Gun said as a matter of fact and confidently stood up from his seat and went towards your direction without a care for the world, and for the first time in his life, Goo stumbled in his place and fell face flat on the ground.

Samuel Seo:

When he first saw you as you wandered the streets of Big Deal with a heavy expression on your face, an expression entailing carrying a burden that no one can seem to solve or as if you were hiding all of the insecurities that you can find deep, deep, inside of your soul where no one can find. Samuel immediately thought We’re the same.

No, not the same as like ‘I-choke-my-father-with-my-own-darn-hands.’ But the same feeling as knowing that they both are different but entirely the same as well. So, he walks and walks and walks and finally reaches you, and with practiced ease, a smile adorns his face and he asks a question, “what’s your name?” And maybe that was the start of a new relationship between the two black sheep of the family.

Samuel’s fingers smoothly cascaded through the strands of your hair, and you let out a heavenly sigh at the sensation. Samuel surely knows how to use his fingers (figuratively and literally.) A smile made its way to your lips as you reminisced about the time the both of you met, “say, why did you even approach me that day?” You tilted your head to the side and you felt Samuel’s fingers gently guide your head to its original position.

“Because I thought we were the same.” You turn to face the man with a confused expression on your face, and Samuel smiles as a one-word flashes inside of his mind. Cute.

“What do you mean?”

“When I saw you, you looked like you were barely holding yourself together. I felt a sense of camaraderie.” You punch Samuel on his shoulder and he let out a boisterous laugh. “Kidding, kidding, but you do look like—” You glared.

“Finish that sentence, I dare you.” Samuel laughs and puts his hands up in a surrendering motion, and with a swift attack, he toppled over you as his hands quickly found their place and wrapped it around your waist. “Sorry, sorry. I just love teasing you.” You angrily huff and wrap your arms around the bulky man.

“I told you before, right? I wanted to be Gapryong Kim’s son, no want is an insult. More like I needed it, and maybe because of that need, I didn’t feel like I belonged with my family. I saw that in you too, so I went there and talked to you.” Silence filled the room and only your breaths were heard.

“I see.” You nod to yourself and ask the man another question, “did I have that expression on my face?” Samuel tilted his head to the side at your question, “what face?” You sigh and stare directly at Samuel’s black irises.

“The ‘I-have-family-issues-face.” Samuel blinks for a second and lets out a laugh as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. Efficiently, muffling his laughter. “Why are you laughing?” You exasperatedly ask as Samuel let out another laugh that seems to shake his entire figure.

“No—nothing.” He let out a breath so short that he seems to be running for miles when really, he was just laughing his ass off, Samuel wipes the tears out of his face and look at you with his gaze, the gaze that you were so familiar with, the gaze that he had when he approaches you on the same fateful day, his gaze filled with so much love, fear, uncertainty. But you love it all the same.

“I’m Samuel Seo, what’s your name?”

“I love you.” He muttered it out with such breath that you almost didn’t manage to hear his declaration of love.

“[y/n] [l/n]?”

“I love you too, my little daddy issues.”

“You’re such a little shit.” Samuel sighs. You smiled a toothy grin and affectionately kissed the corner of his lip, “I learned from the best.”

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[norrisleclercf1]

It’s Okay, I’m Here

Pairing: Husband!Daniel x Driver!Reader

Request: Hello. Please could I request a fem f1 driver x married to Daniel and they both drive for Red Bull and, one race she gets in to an bad accident and Daniel goes into protective husband mode. Thank you

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Crash, language, hospital, etc.

A/N: Ughhhhh love protective drivers 🥵🥵

Honestly, it could happen to anyone, but of course, it happens to you in the most important race of your career. This wasn't just some race; this was Monaco Grand Prix. Today, you were going to prove yourself as a driver for Red Bull and show that you're more than just some chick driving a car and married to your teammate Daniel Ricciardo.

In truth, there was nothing to prove. Everyone on the grid respected you, and the fans adored you. Still, you always felt like you needed more than that. You repeatedly proved it with wins so close to winning the title that you could smell the fireworks and champagne.

Red Bull loved you and Daniel; initially, you both hated each other and kept wrecking every other Grand Prix; after a stern talk, you decided to let it go. Daniel wanted nothing more than to put your damn attitude into place, and you wanted to bash his head in. Christian was surprised when you both were terrific one morning and acted like nothing had happened. Of course, this tends to happen you you both fucked until the sun comes up, but no one needed to know that.

"Alright, Y/n, this is lap 57. You're 0.319 behind Russell, and Daniel is 2.467 behind you, keep pushing and get a clean overtake if you can." Horner lists off before you hear the click, making you smirk, knowing you could easily pass George with no problem in the tunnel.

You hit the gas and decide to put in the work knowing full well what you were about to do would be dangerous, but it'll get the crowd going, and the commentators would die over it. Coming up to turn 12, you didn't think much of it when you went to pass George, except the Mercedes hit the brakes early.

It all happened so fast, the screeching of brakes, the crunch of metal, the smell of burning rubber on pavement. You could still smell and hear it clear as day as your car hurled itself into the barriers knocking you out the moment you hit George's car.

"Red Flag Daniel, Red Flag, be careful. There's a crash up at turn 12, being the car in nice and easy." Horner rattled off, sounding spoked and worried.

"Who was it? Y/n, was just ahead of me. Tell me it wasn't her." Daniel demands, slowing the car down as his heart rate picks up faster, seeing smoke ahead and marshals ushering everyone back from the track.

"Don't worry about that, Daniel. Just gets the car back here, alright." Horner interrupts, knowing he couldn't let Daniel realize it was you or he'd go crazy.

"No! God Dammit, is that my wife?!" He yells as the Marshals throw something up to block drivers from seeing the crash.

Daniel doesn't receive an answer making him start yelling and cursing as he tries to get back to the pits as soon as he can to see you in person and calm down when he holds you in his arms. Except he doesn't get that when he pulls up and does t see your car, everyone in the put glued to their screens.

Climbing out of the car, he rips his helmet off and takes in the look of horror, tears, and absolute shock as he watches the scene unfold in front of him.

"Where's Y/n!" Daniel yells to no one in particular, looking for his wife all over the place, not wanting it to be true.

"Daniel." Horner walks up to him with an uncertain look as he approaches the Australian.

"No. It's not her, okay? She's around here somewhere now. Where is she because? I need to see her." The man barks, shoving his helmet down, and starts walking around the garage but stops seeing the screen.

His wife, world, and baby were being pulled out of a car limply and moved to an ambulance.

"I DNF." He announces before grabbing everything and taking off as he watches the ambulance go down the road toward the hospital.

The drive to the hospital felt like an eternity before he storms to the floor you're on. Nurses and doctors try to keep him calm, but Daniel listens to no one as he searches all over for you before finding a team of nurses.

"Get the fuck away from her." He snarls, not thinking clearly as he sees you lay with your clothes open, skin pale with sweat and splotches of blood on your body.

"Mr. Ricciardo, we need you to leave, please." A nurse tries to reason with him, but he shoves past her.

"If you think for one fucking second I'm leaving her side, then you're a bunch of dumb fucks,. Now tell me what the hell is wrong." Voice cracking at the end as he looks back down at you; you seem vulnerable and lifeless. This wasn't his wife, not the woman full of life and certainly not weak.

"She's stable, just unconscious; we're waiting for her to wake to know the full extent of her injuries." A nurse whispers, trying to soothe him.

"Leave us." He answers, not wanting anyone around him. He wanted the person or thing that did this to you dead. He didn't care if it was another driver; he'd kill them.

Hours pass as he waits for you to wake up. He hears familiar voices outside the room but refuses to leave your room or let anyone near him until you wake.

"Danny?" You croak, voice starchy and throat tight. Those big beautiful brown eyes look up at you as his brilliant smile looks broken and hurt.

"What happened?" You move to sit up, but Daniel pushes you back down with care.

"You crashed, baby, but it's okay. I'm here." He whispers, kissing your bruised and cut-up cheek.

A smile is your answer as you close your eyes and lean into Daniel's scent, not wanting him to go anywhere, and that he doesn't. The nurses and doctors rotate out of the room under Daniel's careful watch and even snap at one doctor for hurting you while examining you. Still, he had to touch you there to see if anything was damaged beyond normal.

"Stop it, Danny. You're making it hard for everyone to work." You chastise, but your husband just rolls his eyes at you.

"You're my world, love. If anyone hurts you, I'm burning it down." He grumbles as another doctor comes in.

"Just shut up." You giggle as Daniel just smirks and continues to watch over you and enjoys every moment of being protective over you. He'd hold this over you for some time.

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[lukehemmigs36]

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[vaulthistorian]

Welcome home with love.

Joshua Graham/Six/Daniel.

Just some fluff for Six coming home.

After Joshua and Daniel settle down again, Six drops by now and then on their road around the Mojave to see the two.

They'll approach the place in their dirty duster and mucky boots. Their mask is worn but the two know your silhouette anywhere, any day.

Daniel is most likely sitting on the porch, looking up over the tip of his hat as the dust rolls past you. Each foot is a stride of intent and longing to finally be at home.

He stands and watches you approach the house. "Look who came home."

You shuffle and pull your mask off, breathing in the warm, fresh air. A clean start from the radiated, dense air you'd been inhaling for the last bit.

Daniel smiled softly upon seeing your face. He gently reached out for your duster, pulling it back off your shoulders and laying it on the chair he previously sat in.

Your tired body slumps against his chest, letting out the heavy emotions against his neck. His strong hands roam up and down your back, pulling at the hot undershirt you wore.

"Hey Daniel..."

"Hey, darlin'." He gently shifts with you in his arms, letting your body rest as long as it would need. But you'd been on your feet for so long.

You look up at him, and he slowly cranes his neck down, giving you a soft, sweet kiss. A welcome home.

"Come inside, I'll get something made up for us."

You smiled a little, following Daniel inside. Inside a small fan ran near the door. Books were stacked up along the walls, some scripture, some pre-war texts you'd found on your adventures.

You looked around, heading through the main room toward the kitchen where you found Joshua.

The extra pair of footsteps wasn't lost on him, his gaze already off his drink he slowly sipped through a straw.

His gaze softened when he saw you. "Welcome back, dove."

You came over, leaning down and kissing his temple. "I missed you, and you don't even have the courtesy to get out of your chair for me." You teased.

Joshua huffed and slowly got up. Properly hugging you, his forehead leaned against yours. His bandaged palms pressed gently against your cheeks, rubbing his thumb over your skin. Feeling the roughness from the sands of the Mojave.

You smiled softly, kissing his cheek gently. Daniel huffed softly from behind you, which made you turn and cup his cheek. "Come here you."

You gently brought him in again, tasting his lips and inhaling the smell of fresh pages and sweat.

Joshua slotted himself behind you, his hands drifting up your abdomen, feeling your body softly. His head resting on your shoulder, feeling the warmth of your nape against his head.

"Get off your feet, darlin'. Sit, I'll fix you up something nice."

Your stomach growled at Daniel's words. And you had no doubt he'd make up something fierce.

Joshua still has not pulled away from you. You swayed slowly, "Did you miss me?" You teased.

"The same amount I miss you any other time you leave for up to a month on short notice.."

"Yeah, I know." You smiled a little. "But I'm home." You patted his knuckles gently.

He nodded, pressing the bridge of his nose against your neck, and then slowly released you so you could sit and get off your feet.

You sighed, relaxing into the barely cushioned chair. You leaned your head back and watched the two peacefully move about.

Joshua went around the table to offer help, Daniel's hand slipping down around his waist to gently tug the two men hip to hip.

You smile softly, seeing Joshua lean over, reaching for something and Daniel interrupting it with a gentle kiss to his temple.

"Alright you," Joshua squeezes his bicep. "Easy."

"I'm just excited, happy to have you both in the same room again."

You smiled softly, sitting up and watching them. In the sunlight that came through the dirty window in the kitchen, they both seemed to glow.

Maybe it was you not seeing them for a while? Or you were falling in love with them all over again. That spoke for itself. You were glad to get welcomed home.

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[vamossainz55]

❛ what, am i not allowed to look at you? ❜ + daniel oh my GOD

a/n: this could've gone a million ways but was in the mood for writing something soft, enjoy &lt;3

summary: you're sick; daniel takes care of you.

In sickness (& in health,) - (dr3)

The sudden feeling of a cold hand on your forehead surprises you, taking you out of your dazed state. Your eyes open to meet Daniel’s brown ones, pooling with concern as he scans over your features. 

“How did you get in?” Your voice hitches, the itch in your throat taking over as you hide your face into your arm to let out a cough. The throbbing of your head worsens and you try your best to sink further into the bed. Every muscle in your body aches, begging you not to move but you scoot over just a little bit when Daniel sits on the side of the bed. 

“You gave me your room key,” Daniel reminds you, holding up the card between his two fingers for you to see. He ignores the little sigh you let out, setting the card on the bedside table before resting his hands on his lap. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick? I could’ve dropped by sooner.” Daniel says and you roll your eyes at his words. Your relationship with Daniel was beyond complicated: from colleagues, to friends, to something else, it was difficult to see where the line was sometimes drawn. Sure, none of you were seeing other people, but you would prefer to blame it on all the traveling. 

“You’re too busy for me to be bothering you with this,” You murmur (which is a weak excuse really, because Daniel just rolls his eyes). You both knew he would be ready to drop most things for you, whether any of you would admit it or not. 

There’s a bit of guilt that pools in your stomach, because Daniel had been reaching out since you had last seen him on the track. You had already not been feeling your best that day and canceled on him for the evening, just to wake up with a fever and a stuffy nose. Some people would say it was a good call. 

“How long have you been in this bed? Have you rested enough? Eaten?” He asks, fingers gently rubbing at your arm. To his displeasure you choose not to answer his questions, embarassed by how little you had actually been getting out of bed. Instead, you curl up to your side. 

“Come on,” you screw your eyes shut and pull the sheets tighter around yourself, wanting to tell Daniel to piss off when he pulls them off of you. You feel his hands gently snake under your side before you’re being hoisted up. 

“What are you doing?” You squirm as he carries you to the bathroom, carefully passing through the doorway. You’re too tired to fight too much so you sink into his arms almost instantly. He closes the toilet’s lid with his foot before he’s setting you down to sit there. 

“We’re gonna take a bath and then I’m ordering us room service and you’re gonna eat and then sleep.” Daniel murmurs, gently slipping his hands under the hem of your shirt. You shiver at how cold his hands feel against your skin, his fingers curl over the fabric before he’s pulling your shirt carefully off. 

You stop him before he can get too far, using your arms to hold your shirt down, hugging yourself tightly. You’re flushed red, both from the embarrassment and the fever you had been running with for hours. 

“Can you turn around?” You murmur, eyes bouncing away from Daniel’s. Unlike your usually cocky self, you're shy this time, voice meek. 

Daniel cocks his brow, slowly moving his hands away from your shirt. He keeps one of his hands on you though, gently rubbing at your arm in slow soothing motions that has your heart feeling sickeningly full. 

“What, am I not allowed to look at you?” It’s soft and teasing and you want to hit his shoulder for doing so in your feeble state. It pulls something in your chest that you would rather deny. “It’s not like I haven’t seen all of you before,” He murmurs, thumb reaching to rub at your cheek. 

“It’s different, I’m sick.” You say, leaning back when he comes close to face you, noses almost touching. 

“Sh, I don’t care. Now let me take care of you.” He says before he’s slipping your shirt off. 

Your back presses against Daniel’s chest the moment you get into the bathtub. Despite your complaints Daniel had still managed to convince you that taking a bath together would be the best idea. He slowly traces your skin with his touches before gently cupping water to let it flow down your arm. 

“Feel better?” He whispers as he rests his chin on your shoulder. His stubble tickles your skin and his breath feels wet against your neck. You’re usually too stubborn to admit when you’re wrong, but this time even you can’t deny it. 

“Yeah, thank you.” You murmur, letting out a soft breath when his lips gently press against the back of your shoulder, the driver peppering kisses into your skin. 

The air feels heavy, and for a second you feel the world still. 

Sure, Daniel and you have showered together, had each other’s skin pressed against the other’s too, but somehow, you feel like you have never been this close before. 

He gently nibbles at your sweet spot, smiling when it sends a shiver down your spine. 

“Let’s get you back to bed, okay?” He murmurs. 

~

It's the day of the race that you finally feel good enough to go back on track. Daniel greets you with a little smile and wink when you arrive back at the garage. 

Nobody bats an eye, the rest of the team also greeting you with smiles and pats on the back. As soon as you spot Lando you give him a little wave, watching him walk over to you with a grin. 

“Thank god you’re back, was starting to worry that one of these millennials had to pick up our social media accounts,” Lando teases, earning a hearty laugh from you. 

“Come on, I would never let that happen.” You joke just as Daniel passes by you. His hand gently rests at your waist before he’s finding his place next to Lando. 

Daniel’s surprised you two had managed to keep it under wraps, especially from him, although he doesn’t notice the way Lando’s eyes bounce between you both. 

Lando doesn’t say anything though, because the little confirmation he needs comes neatly packaged to his doorstep the moment Daniel sneezes. He wouldn’t have thought anything of it, but your head had whipped so quickly to look at Daniel that Lando questions how you didn’t feel whiplash. 

He wants to give you both the benefit of the doubt but the moment you mouth at Daniel a quick sorry he is quick to put one and two together.

Fuck yeah, he thinks. Time to ask Max for his 50 quid.

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[dantakeyoman]

𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 | 𝐝. 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨

♡ 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♡ * "𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇, 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒚. 𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊'𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒐." *

♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐲, 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

♡ * 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚 - 𝒑𝒐𝒗: 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒅 *

𝐎𝐍𝐄

"Hey, don't forget Corn Nuts either, (y/n/n)!" Molly called from the railing, leaning over it so far it looked like she'd fall off any second.

"I heard you the first time, ya weirdo!" You waved her off as you approached the gate to leave the complex.

"You're the only person in the world that likes those things."

Just as you grabbed the handle, a voice from the other side let out a battle cry, karate kicking the door, and you, down.

"Oh! Are you okay?!" He exclaimed, quickly dropping his bike to help you up.

"The hell are you doin'...man," when you finally stood up and opened your eyes, you were pleasantly surprised.

Instead of it being some weird kid that was just going around kicking things, it was an incredibly handsome boy.

"I'm sorry. That was stupid," he sheepishly smiled, letting go of your hand and picking his bike back up.

"It's all good. I wasn't exactly paying attention either," you assured, dusting off your shorts.

"You must be the new guy moving in Apartment 20, right?"

"Oh, yeah. You live here?" He asked, pointing up to the balcony.

"A friend does. We're having a sleepover. I was actually on a snack run before you ruthlessly beat me down," you joked, making him smile.

"I'm (y/n) (l/n)."

"Daniel Larusso. Nice to meet you," he grinned, making your stomach do a somersault.

"Right back attcha. You need help with your bag?" You asked, pointing at the suitcase hanging off his bike.

"Oh, nah, don't worry about it. It's heavy an-." "Too late," you smirked, quickly sliding under his arm and grabbing it for him.

He smirked, amused, "Y'know, it's usually the other way around? The guy carries the girl's bag."

"Yeah, well we do it different here," you smiled, "Speaking of, lemme guess where you're from. I got a good nose for this stuff."

"Alright, lay it on me," he raised a brow.

"I'm gonna say....Jersey," you closed your eyes, peeking one open to see if you were correct.

"No way. How'd you guess that?" He smiled.

"The accent. Plus, I got a nose for my own," you tapped your nose.

"You're from Jersey, too?"

"Yup. I used to live there as a kid, then my family moved us all out here."

"Why?"

"Got sick of the winters."

"I love winter."

"Me, too."

You both paused for a moment, looking at each other before letting out a couple of laughs.

"You're funny. I like you," you smiled, walking up the steps with him.

"Whoa, slow down. We just met," he joked, a small smirk playing on his lips as he plopped his bike at the top of the steps.

"Har, har," you playfully scoffed, giving him a tiny shove.

"Here's Apartment 20."

"Thanks," he smiled.

"No problem," you smiled back.

"Say...me and a couple of other kids from school are throwin' a party on the beach tomorrow. Am I gonna see you there?"

"I dunno," he smirked, getting a little closer and raising a brow. "Are you?"

"You tell me," you shrugged, looking up at him through your lashes.

"Yeah, you'll see me there," he grinned.

"Great. I'll pick you up in the morning," you smiled, heading back towards the steps.

You turned around, sitting down on the railing and flashing him one more grin.

"See ya then, Danny."

With that, you slid down, him watching you the entire time as you headed back out the gate.

"Yeah...see you then," he cheesed to himself, walking into his new home with his heart beating out his chest.

Maybe this place wouldn't be so bad after all.

𝒍 𝒂 𝒓 𝒖 𝒔 𝒔 𝒐

"Look at (y/n/n)'s new boy toy," Molly smirked, tossing a couple more Corn Nuts in her mouth as a couple of the other girls snickered.

"Shut up, Mo. He's not a boy toy," you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

"You shoulda seen them yesterday. They were talking and flirting as if they've known each other for life," she added.

"'Cause it felt like it. We actually have a lot in common, and we kept making each other laugh," you smiled,  taking your eyes away from the game and turning to the girls.

"Oh, God, she's got it bad. Someone call for help," Casey said sarcastically, pretending to flag down some officers.

"I'm sick of you," you playfully smiled, grabbing a handful of Corn Nuts and throwing them at her.

"Watch the nuts, man!" Mo gasped, grabbing the bag away from you.

It was the next day, and you had given Daniel a ride to the beach party.

Him and a couple of the other guys were playing soccer while you had your scuffle with your two best friends.

And as if on cue, the ball got kicked over to the girls, the crowd of boys following.

Daniel tried to get the ball back, but he locked eyes with you and completely forgot about the game, almost dazed.

You gave him a warm smile, his crooked one growing on him, and you two kept eye contact in comfortable silence until the ball got kicked back over.

He kicked it up, showing off a couple juggling moves before the ball got taken away again, and he ran off.

Turning around every couple of seconds to look at you.

Molly looked at Casey, and Casey looked at Molly, before they turned to you.

"I just want to make it clear that everyone saw that, right?" Casey asked the whole group.

A chorus's of yeses and yups rung through and Molly linked arms with you, Casey getting the other side.

"Your blush is making me sick. Let's cool you off," she said snootily, the two of them walking you towards the ocean.

"Haters..." you muttered under your breath.

"What was that?!"

𝒍 𝒂 𝒓 𝒖 𝒔 𝒔 𝒐

Now that night had come, the campfires were started and everyone began roasting hot dogs.

You still sat with the girls, practically having a staring contest with Daniel, who was standing around with the guys.

"Alright, this lovingly watching from across the way crap isn't working. You guys haven't said a single word to each other all day," Molly sighed, throwing her head back in anguish.

"I don't wanna seem to clingy by going up to him. He just got here so I wanna let him make friends with people other than myself," you defended.

"Oh, so now you're friends? After a single day? Case was right, you do have it bad," Molly cocked a brow.

"Shut up," you rolled your eyes.

"It looks like the guys just talked him into coming over! Look alive!" Casey whisper yelled, giving you a rough elbow as the three of you watched Daniel walk over.

One of the boys threw a soccer ball over to you, and you caught it, standing up and meeting him halfway.

"Hey, stranger. Lose something?" You smiled, handing him back the ball.

"Yeah, I hope they're not botherin' ya," he smiled.

"Nah, I actually wanted to ask you how you did that juggling stuff earlier. I wanted to try it," you asked.

"Oh, it's pretty easy. You start from the knee. You just go one," he bounced it on his knee then caught it, "You try one at a time. Then you try two. One, two."

He handed the ball back to you and you got one bounce...then two...then three.

"See? You're a natural," he grinned.

"Wait, I wanna try for four," you stated, a determined look in your eye.

But once you got to three, you fell right on top of him, the ball rolling off somewhere.

The two of you laughed, and you rolled off of him.

"That's my bad. I'll go get it," you smiled.

"I'll get it. I'll be right back," he assured, running off to go find the ball.

You happily sighed, turning around to see the entirety of the girls circle giving you dopey grins and big thumbs up.

You playfully rolled your eyes.

Just then, you heard the sounds of revving motorcycles, and knew that could mean only one thing.

'Shit.'

You walked back over to the girls circle, sitting down and cranking the radio.

"(y/n/n), I wanna talk to you," Johnny stated, walking up to you.

"Leave me alone, Johnny. And don't call me that," you spat.

"We've been through this, I don't wanna talk."

"Well I wanna talk you you, all right?" He asked again, shutting off your radio and raising his tone.

You turned it back on, giving him an icy glare.

But he cut it back off.

"What is your problem?!" He exclaimed.

"You! Now for the hundredth time take your little Cobra Kais and get outta here!" You raised your voice even louder, angrily standing up and grabbing your radio.

Johnny cheated on you with Rachel from Home Ec, and you caught the two red handed in the back of the school when you were trying to surprise him on his birthday.

Needless to say, you cut him off right then and there.

"Yeah, right, like that's gonna solve anything," he scoffed, snatching your radio from you.

"Gimme my radio," you made your tone dangerously low, going to grab for it.

"You promise to talk to me?" He asked, quickly moving out the way.

"I'm not promising you anything. It's my radio so give it back to me!"

"Not until you promise to talk to me!"

"Fine!"

You snatched it back, keeping eye contact with him as you cranked the music again.

He snatched it back, slamming it on the ground, all the knobs going everywhere.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! You just broke my radio!" You angrily shouted, shoving him.

Just then, Daniel came in, grabbing the remnants of it off the ground.

"Don't touch it, punk!" Johnny exclaimed, pointing at him.

Daniel ignored him, trying to hand it back to you, but Johnny smacked it out of his hands.

"You want it?" He smirked.

He took the radio and shoved it into Daniel's arms, making him fall over.

"Stop it!" You shouted, shoving Johnny again, but he pushed you into his friends, them holding you back as he rolled up his sleeves and Daniel got up off the floor.

Daniel swung, but Johnny tripped him and made him fall again.

"Johnny, stop it!" You shouted again, thrashing against his friends.

But their grip was tight, not to mention there were four of them.

Daniel got back up, but the same thing happened, and Johnny added a kick to the gut as well.

"Johnny, leave him alone! I'll talk to you, just leave him be!" You glared, still struggling.

"Yeah, where have I heard that before," he scoffed, walking back up to Daniel, who was playing hurt until he got back up and socked Johnny in the mouth.

So Johnny kicked him in the stomach and face twice.

Daniel was down.

"Let go of me!" You spat in their faces, stepping on their feet as they let you go.

"Why don't you hit me, huh?! Since you're so bad! Hit me, asshole!" You spat, roughly shoving Johnny and punching him in the chest.

"Get away from me! Don't come near me again!"

"This is your fault! Get on your bikes, guys," he rounded up his Cobra Kais, walking off as you quickly ran over to Daniel, kneeling down next to him.

"Daniel, are you okay? I'm so sorry-." "Nah, just leave me alone," he groaned, dropping his bloody face in the sand.

"Are you sure? I'll help you-." "Leave me alone. It's okay, I-." He winced mid-sentence.

It looked like he was in a lot of pain.

"C'mon, (y/n/n). Let's go. It's better to leave him alone," Molly said quietly, tapping your shoulder.

You sighed, standing back up and reluctantly turning away.

'I'm gonna kill Johnny the next time I see him.'

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#karate kid #daniel larusso #karate kid x reader #daniel larusso x reader #larusso x reader #daniel x reader

[darkpeacemusic]

Daniel Robitallie as Your Boyfriend Headcanons (SFW)

So you guys met when you were playing Candyman as a challenge that your friends forced you into.

As Candyman appears, he calls out your name is his usual charming, smooth voice.

Instead of killing you right then and there, he stares lovingly into your eyes.

"Aren't you a sight for lovely eyes?" He would say.

You wouldn't help but be intrigued by his smooth voice.

Once you guys start dating, expect him to spoil you with the most expensive gifts.

He would love it when you fall asleep on him.

He would come by your house into he evening to see you and ask how your day went.

If he sees you crying, he would pull you in for a comforting hug while giving you reassuring words.

He would gives you pet names like "Honeybee, Sweetie, and Bubblebee".

His love language is words of affection.

#slashers x you #candyman x reader #daniel robitaille #daniel x reader #slasher x s/o