#he just seems like he'd like a slow moving little dude in his garden

[originemesis]

@micsmasmuses cont. from xxx

“Rebound? That doesn’t sound fun Adam that sounds really depressing” he makes a face as he explains it. Hit it and quit it? Doesn’t that get lonely? He’s not going to ask him that considering Adam would probably with make fun of him or something about his dick. He doesn’t want to hear about that again. Now he just keeps confusing him, how is that a normal thing? Shaking his head he can only sigh in response. “We’re not going to LA I can tell you that, but let me guess you’re sneaking down there with that girl you’re always with? She like your girlfriend or something?” He asks trying not to feel jealous. He really shouldn’t be he made these choices a long time ago despite not really wanting to. He had more fun with the other male during their time in the garden than with his ex wife. But with him now in front of him and that itchy trigger finger at his jaw he lets him go once Adam makes a move.

He watches him take it off, curiously tilting his head he wonders how much of him changed over the years but those thoughts stop the moment he sees why didn’t want to take off the mask. He frowns disappointed with himself, he thought he was just being an asshole as always about it. But noting the freckles he remembers those, he missed those. But then he can’t help himself as his hand gently caresses over his cheek, concern over his features as his thumb runs gently under his tired eyes, feeling the dampness. “I… Adam sweetheart…” he says softly, he hates he’s too much of a man to tell him about this stuff. Can’t humans be open with their feelings? But he gets it if he doesn’t want to talk about it. “I can leave, we don’t have to do this. I’m sorry I know I can be demanding I just didn’t know… if I’m the last person you want to see I can go.”

"Yeah, and? You're really depressing. Total mood murder. Doesn't stop me." Clearly. Depression was just a conspiracy theory anyway- yet another made up lie from the hell spawns. They certainly loved their made up words, so it wasn't any wonder that their overlord (or was it under5ftlord-) did too.

"Ohh? No LA? And just where the hell did you plan on going to find all the fun weirdos filming their little tik-toks in the streets, then? You want some nice little quiet dinner date at Subway then choke down a foot long in the parking lot? " Scoffing, he'd riled himself up fairly well before the removing of his mask. So it only made the bristled ends of his dour demeanor a little more sharp now that he was suddenly exposed.

"She's not-..." He started, a grumble in his chest like swallowed gravel. A shake of his head helped prop the bent angle of chestnut hair a little higher- hardly different than a rooster about to raise an alarm, though his tone seemed too weighed down to the task now that he didn't have his voice projector helping him with the effort needed to be an insufferable fuck. "-she's my lieutenant, dude. Y'know...angelic army branch? The exorcists?? Ring any bells?" The dimmed face of the mask hanging by his side had its signature shit eating smile on stand by, but he merely swung it lightly by the horn still, unable to manifest the manic mood quite literally programmed into the thing.

He'd reached up halfway through his monotone rambling, aiming to grind the ball of his palm at the corner of an eye- as if the pressure in doing so might liven up the forgotten nerves, but the first fallen beat him to it, though a thumb tracing the dark coloration of deep tear troughs was hardly stimulating enough to spark a flash of much else other than a glassy stare and eventually a slow blink.

"She's busy uh...fucking some mid dude tonight or something. Said she might-" A pause punctuated the recollection, and the next words to fall were what caused the flatline of his gaze to stir with something- a thin layer of something, and it was damp. "-not come back. So-" He shook his head to try and free his chin from the careful grasp, though the effort was about as strong as a fledgling facing a hurricane. "I kinda don't want to be here to see if... y'know- she doesn't." He'd already had to watch two of them do that already. And now dude here was about to head out too- he opened his mouth, teeth flashing white and surprisingly flat, but grazing sharper words that invited a quaver to his voice just to handle them properly.

"-the fuck's wrong with me anyway, dude?"

#//nifty vc painnnn 0) #micmasmuses #long post #suggestive cw #//im sorry my kink is angst #y piss babies

[munsontm]

❝  what are you doing— come inside before you catch a cold. ❞ /// damn. we’ve got mr. no fun allowed over here.

Wouldn't that be a tragedy? The singer caught a cold, and now he can't play for the masses of Madison Square Garden. God, he could already see the evening paper spread, a vicious tear down of his character and past, complete with once being a murder suspect. Of course, it didn't matter that he was cleared. The fucking tabloids loved doing that every chance they could, dared to call him a controversial figure once or twice. That'd fucked him up for weeks, and it showed in all the vodka he'd drank and all the blow that disappeared straight up his nose just minutes after purchase.

Tonight was no different than those nights. Eddie wanted nothing more than a bottle and a white-filled baggie. He didn't want to go out and perform, which would be a red alert to anyone currently around him if he spoke it out loud because no one who was part of the crew had ever known him to not want to perform. Only the band had seen him hit that low, Steve too. But he was back in LA, and Eddie didn't want to worry him again.

The rain pelted his leather jacket, the cold, long having seeped through to bare skin and bones. A half-smoked, soggy cigarette rested between his trembling fingers, but he didn't seem to notice. In fact, Eddie barely took notice of Jeff's presence at his side until the other shook him a little. He was slow to snap out of the trance, doe's eyes turning on the other dulled, devoid of the usual excitement he exuberated before a big show. "Sorry, man. I think I went somewhere else a while there." He dragged up a smile and gave half a shrug, sending a sheet of rainwater cascading down his shoulders from the leather fringe. "I should probably get changed, huh?"

Cigarette tossed aside, Eddie rubbed his eyes, forcing his brain into the mode he needed it to be. But he could feel Jeff's look like a concerned mother, or at least what he'd always believed might appear like. "I'm okay, don't look at me like that. I can only handle so many handsome brown-eyed men in my life, dude." The joke fell flat on his tongue, and he knew it. Yikes. Jeff saw right through him as if he were a ghost. Maybe he was a ghost. Standing on the balcony with one of his oldest friends, he didn't feel all there. It should have set off his own red alert, except they had a job to do, and Eddie didn't want to let anyone down, not really, especially the fans who'd waited for hours in the shitty weather just to see them.

"A band is nothing without its devoted fanbase." He muttered, clapping Jeff on the shoulder as if he hadn't just spoken to himself out loud before moving towards the balcony doors, focus shifting to the other man instead, and taking it off himself. "We should do a Black Sabbath tribute for the encore. That's cool, right? I was thinking of N.I.B. and maybe Iron Man, but we could squeeze in The Wizard too. What do you think?"

@chivalrites

#dyn. eddie & gareth. ( chivalrites ) #chivalrites #v. volume 6. #there's no mr fun anywhere here lmao #drugs tw #alcohol tw

[chanandlersstuff]

The seasons pass and the heartbreak too

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader.

Summary: Life its a funny thing or maybe whats meant to be will find his way back together.

Word count: 1.927

Author’s note: This is the second part from this one and I was thinking that those two deserve some closure, so it will be one more part and that's it. Hope you like it. English is my second language so sorry for the misspellings. The song that inspired this part is "Nineteen" from Dylan, it's really good and some parts of it are on the story.

After leaving Charles at the airport that day, you didn't hear from him anymore until maybe the next year because having almost the same group of friends it was pretty hard not to know about him. One day while you were on a long call with Pierre he told you that he was dating a beautiful girl and that he seemed happy. That instead of breaking your heart completely made you happy because he was happy again. The love you had for him prevented you from being sad about it. Pierre also told you that Charles was having a great season and that also made you happy. Months passed and you didn't hear from him. You were getting better and better at your dream job, becoming more important in the business. The F1 life was little forgotten in your life but always alive in the back of your mind.

Summers, birthdays and seasons passed and Charles was achieving all his F1 goals. One night while having dinner with Pierre in some part of the world talking about life he told him that you were dating some guy and that you were happy. Charles’ fork stopped mid air when he heard the news and to Pierre surprise a smile appeared in his face, a genuine smile. He was happy for you, after all the last time he saw you was nearly three years ago and he didn't hate you, he had incredible affection towards you but that was it. Charles had no love interest in his life anymore but none of that had nothing to do with you.

Sometimes he wondered what were you doing with your life, if you achieved all your dream goals, if you were fine, all that kind of stuff. Even one time he almost dialled your number only to see if you had the same number and if you would answer him but that idea turn into a stupid one the second he almost tuch your contac name. You, on the other hand, while exploring new places or when you saw something that you thought would be fun for him, you couldn’t contain your brain from thinking about him and smiling. His name always on your phone but never used. Happy memories from the time you spend together, while being friends and lovers, no hold grudges.

One day while you were crossing the street, coffee in hand and sunglasses in your eyes, your mind deep down in work, someone shouting your name brought you back to reality and the voice was so familiar. You lowered your sunglasses to see better and when the window car next to you lowered too your heart seems to beat a little slower or everything happens in slow motion. He was there in his matt black Ferrari with the Monaco flag across the car and the 16 on one side. Charles Leclerc in the flesh, shouting your name in the red light of a street. With a smile on your face you walked to the passenger side of the car and you crouched a little to see him better.

-I wasn't entirely sure it was you.- Charles said smiling.

-So you took your chances shouting at me I see.- He nodded and you laughed. -How are you?

-Fine, fine. What about you?- The two of you were smiling like little kids on Christmas night.

-I’m fine too.- Looking at his face you notice that he hasn't changed that much. His face was more mature and his beard from a couple of days the same as you remembered. The honk of other cars brought you back to reality -It was fantastic to see you again but I'm going late to a meeting and those drivers are getting pissed.

He frowned a little and moved his head to see the cars behind him. -Oh. Yes, it was great seeing you again.- He smiled and you smiled back. You straightened and took two steps back. -WAIT.

-¿Yes?- Your voice was sweet.

-You ....eh....we….- You giggle because he was the same nervous Charles you remember when you were little.

-¿Yes Charles?.- He laughed and cleared his throat.

-I was thinking if you could give me your number.- You raised your eyebrows. -To stay in touch I mean, if you want of course.

You smile and from one of the pockets of your bag you pulled out your card. -Gimme a call whenever you want.- Your fingers touch and a familiar, not so forgotten, feeling travels through your bodys. -Bye Charles.

A week later you were walking towards him in whiteh trousers and shoes, a black tank top, sunglasses and hat. The “friendly lunch”, as he said, was in a restaurant in front of the water and the summer in the air made the day perfect. It wasn't a date at all, it was two friends who hadn't seen each other in a while catching up.

With a bottle of water in the middle, because he had to drive and you weren’t going to drink wine alone, the conversation flowed as easy as all those years ago. Laughs that made the stomach hurt and tears appeared in the corner of your eyes while the two of you remembered long time memories and funny histories.

The way he kept switching languages as easy as breathing and the sun that was coming down, illuminated your skin making you glow in his eyes and your smile, gosh it was the brightest smile he'd ever seen. Everything was so easy going and funny, like a picture perfect. As if the two of you have never walked away from your lives, as if you have talked every day for the past few years.

-Do you remember that night when we went to that awful party and we ended up drinking coffee in that spot we used to like so much?- He said when you came down from the laughter.

-It was the same day that your mum almost kill us because we were minor and we stunk at cigarettes?- The scene coming to your brain as it was yesterday and he nodded. -Oh yes, I remember. Some dude spilled his drink in my dress and it had a huge stain on it.

-Yes, that blue dress looked so beautiful on you.- You didn’t remember the color, but apparently Charles did.

-I was a mess Charles.- You tried to argue with him.

-A hot mess.- He said in a low tone hoping, praying that you didn’t hear him but you did and didn't say anything about it trying to not ruin the nice day you were having.

-Do you remember that day you called me late at night to pick you up at that random bar?- You said and he burst into laughter at the memory.

-Oh god yes. I almost came out of that bar crawling and you were there waiting for me in that empty street.- Charles said, scratching his head.

-Were only one streetlight worked properly.- You add in a funny tone.

-You were there with my jacket and two blankets and a worried face.

-Because it was freaking cold, like freezing.- You said laughing and he did too. -I don't remember why you were there and I could bet you don't remember either because you were so drunk that you forgot the reason.

-I remember that the next day I had the worst hangover of my life and I swore that I would never drink that way ever again.- Charles grabbed the glass from the table and drank.

-I remember that you were insufferable the next day, like I couldn't even look your way and you were already whining like a baby.- You said and he laughed.

-And the night you were so stressed about that exam and I told you to run away with me?- You frowned. -That I “kidnapped you” and took you to that little dinner and we stayed there for like 5 hours.- You were smiling but didn't say anything or move an inch. -The dinner that was like from the 70s or 80s, with neon signs and rock music.

You nodded with your head. -Can I be honest with you?- He nodded. -All I saw that night was you and how your eyes seem to change color with the neon lights. He didn't say anything but smiled brightly at you and blushed a little.

If you were honest you remember all too well the things you did together. The little lies to your friends telling you didn't like him when you clearly did, the big fights in those summer days where everything complicated and all the mistakes were made and how he always said “You and I, that’s all the matter. No one else, just you and I” and how he told you “You are the only one I want” when you were agreeing to that strange summer deal.

-Do you remember the day we spent in your granny’s garden looking at the stars in that white old sheet?- You said looking at water.

-Yes, we spent hours talking about our big dreams and desires.- A little silence fell between you two. -I really hope you achieve everything you told me that night.- The fact that he seemed to remember what you told him that night told everything that you needed to know.

-I did, most of them I did. I hope the same for you.

-I achieved some of them and I’m doing others this year.-

But the truth was that both of you made promises and dream things together, thinking that you would stay friends or lovers forever. Always by the other side, cheering their wins and being there when they lost but life wanted other things.

-It seems that we both remember a lot of things from years ago.- You said in a nervous tone trying to cover the inexistent awkward silence.

-Of course I remember. How could I ever forget it.- You tilted your head. -How quickly and hard I fell for you.- His tone was so tender and the smile he was giving you was something from another planet.

-Charles…- You played with the napkin in front of you.

-What? It's true, I was never capable of lying to you and you weren't capable either so tell me what's on your mind.- You stayed in silence for a couple of minutes trying to find sense about them.

-Loving you wasn't a waste. Yes hearts were bruised and mistakes were made but I will do it all the same.- You said and smiled at him.

-I don't.- The look on your face must be a hurt one because he rushed his next words. -Because at the end I lost you, everything we were. Friends, lovers, partners, everything lost for years.

-But we are here now.- You said in a slow tone.

-But for how long?- You opened your mouth to talk but he interrupted you. -A week? Ten days? You are going to get back to your job and I have to get back to race, it's the summer deal all over again. And I do not say this because I want to be your boyfriend again or whatever we have been years ago, I say it because I want my friend back. You know how many times I almost called you to tell you everything that was going on with my life, to tell you that I needed you when shit hit the fan? A thousand times. I do not want you in my life if you are going to be entering or leaving it as if it were a candy store. I want you permanently in it and I want to be in your life in the same way. Be there for you when your work is going well and when you cry from stress like all those years ago but this time physically. I want you here.- At this point he was moving his hands freneticaly and raising his voice a little but the only you could do was looked at him speechless absorving his statement and your stupid heart racing as fast as he drives his car in the weekends.

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