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jellycrusher · 5 months

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Come Hell or High Water

Years in the making, Formula 1 has finally arrived... in Las Vegas!

Charles Leclerc x fem!REDBULLdriver

Genre: One-shot, Romance, slight angst, fluff

Summary: Las Vegas Grand Prix is your ticket to getting the coveted Driver's Championship against your biggest rival, Charles Leclerc. Rivals on the track but Lovers off the track basically sums up your relationship with Charles. However, you've been clashing way too much lately with him off track that it's messing up your game. Not to mention all the other things that could go wrong... went wrong.

Word Count: 4.4k

A/N: You're replacing Checo as the 2nd Red Bull driver. Also, this is my first ever F1 fic. I would love to know what you guys think 💖

If he wins this race, he's gonna get a big advantage in points and he'll win the championship. ... I have to win. I have to do everything in order to win. Come hell or high water.

It's not that easy to say to yourself when you're running a 38 degree Celsius fever and slight nausea come FP1. You've already popped a paracetamol during your break and somehow, it made you feel a bit better.

The chilly and windy weather doesn't make it easier for you. Imagining driving your car at this hour of the night going around at top speeds of 250 to 300 kph while being sick makes your head burn.

You stood just outside the Red Bull Garage as you wait for Free Practice 1 to start. From your periphery, you spotted a gentleman in a Ferrari red racing suit slowly walking towards the garage. You turn your head and you see your boyfriend, Charles Leclerc. You try to click your tongue just a bit and press your fingers to your temple in annoyance.

"What is it that you want, Leclerc?"

You shot a stare causing an abrupt stop to his steps when he acknowledged your displeasure. "I just want to talk. Can you give me a few minutes? Please."

"For the last time, I said no. I have lots of things to do. I don't —"

"I am stupid. I didn't mean anything that I've said last night. just so tired. I still want to work things out between us. I still want what we have... or whatever's left of it." A slight pang in your chest hits you hard as you listen to the words Charles uttered ever so gentle and sweet. He slowly steps forward to you.

"We... ummm.. We can talk more about it after sunday. I just need to concentrate and give my all this weekend. Is that okay?" He slowly reaches out for your hand and wraps his fingers around your pinky finger.

Charles knew the mistake he made. An honest mistake just brought out by exhaustion. You were excited to make plans with him here in Vegas right after the Grand Prix. You show him a list of places that you could go visit and activities that you can do together.

He was so stressed out with the concerns regarding his car and his performance for this track that he was not really paying much attention to you despite your eagerness to make this whole date plan.

When you got too excited and carried away, he snapped to call out your name and to tell that he didn't care what you'll include in your short list of itinerary. You didn't expect the sudden loud voice. You froze in place and Charles quickly took note of this. In a panic, he tried to assure you that he's sorry and he didn't mean it.

He never raised his voice to you. Ever. This was a first. Among all the things you're worried about your relationship with Charles, him possibly falling out of love for you was one thing. You took this a sign that your instinct might be right.

You slowly turned around to head for the door of his hotel bedroom. You dragged your heavy footsteps out that door, along with a heavy heart.

"Radio check please, y/n"

Your race engineer, Hugh, checks in on you as you wait in your car still situated in the garage for confirmation. Once the go-ahead was given as you calmy watch the mechanics taking the blanket off your tires, you carefully roll out on track. Roaring crowds in the grandstand and paddock somehow energized you.

"Track action is finally upon us. What are you most looking forward to?" David Croft starts up the commentary that is being heard through the screens on the track.

"Seeing cars on track and of course, the championship battle between Leclerc and y/n" says Martin Brundle.

"Street Circuits do throw up some jeopardy. Take Singapore as an example. But this is a very different track to Singapore. Very high speeds. The 2nd fastest track on the calendar after Monza."

"The temperature also is down at 19 degrees track temp. It's really chilly and very very cold. A track temp that low is gonna be very difficult for these tires and the drivers."

"Y/n has always been very good at street circuits, hasn’t she? If she continues to show domination this weekend, this is gonna be her 1st world champion title. The first ever woman to do so in Formula 1."

The commentators continue to mention that you and Charles were everyone's favorite F1 couple. You both got everyone glued to their seats with your rivalry and also your sweet relationship outside F1. People keep track of your social media accounts and they also love your interaction during any Grand Prix.

You had 8 laps in and you continue to struggle with the car and this nauseating sensation. The tires had little grip on the track and the G force on your body during turns is making you more sick by the second which was normally never the case because you were trained for it. You were reminded by Hugh to just relax after noticing on the datas relayed back to the pit wall that you were a bit aggressive at the start. Probably because of Charles and how much you want to throw the mere piece of paper with all the lists for dates at his face, you thought.

You were slowly starting to get to the top of the standings then suddenly, you felt something hit your car very hard.

Your car was making this loud screeching sound. You look at your mirror and see sparks flying through the rear of your car. The back of your legs suddenly became slightly numb. A short panic overcame you but you keep calm.

Turns out, a loose drain cover completely destroyed the bottom of your car. Red flag is being waved around. Something lights up on your steering wheel screen stating to stop the car and to turn off the engine.

Marshalls started to tow your car off the track after a few minutes. You took a quick glance on the underside of your car and there you see the carnage. The knot in your stomach hits you like a truck. This is not good.

You know how much this is gonna cost your performance, and also affect the team. The chassis, battery and other important components are gonna be replaced. You had an inkling that you might be given a grid penalty due to the replacement but you hoped you wouldn't.

You painfully wait in your room as everyone is advised that Free Practice 2 is delayed because they're gonna fix the track issue. Your physio is helping you with the concern on the sensation on your leg. Slowly getting better but there is slight discomfort when moving your feet up and down.

Press conferences are being held here and there about the ongoing issue. You were informed by Christian that the FIA is gonna give you a 10-grid penalty on race day. You didn't argue about it because honestly, you were getting too sick to care. You just want this weekend to be done with. You were focused on racing. Unfortunate to be bumped down the grid but you were determined to do better on qualifying day.

When you were called for a press conference with a few drivers about the issue, you drag yourself to the room and the sight of Charles on the sofa sitting beside Max surprises you. You were not prepared to interact with him.

Views between the drivers were exchanged regarding the penalty. Charles was the most vocal and angry against the decision. But you knew too well that their team was the one to veto the decision to forego the penalty. This was not disclosed to the drivers but it was an obvious fact since this is an advantage for them for the championship. Politics, of course.

You wonder at his action, trying to defy the decision of his own team.

"I think the rules have to change for that. Also, teams should not be allowed to have a say in these kinds of things. For sure they are going to vote against it. Every team thinks about themselves."

You are thankful that he's sticking up for you but what if it's really Ferrari who vetoed on the vote, then he better shush it.

"I also want to say that we should've learned from past mistakes. We had a few loose covers before on other street circuits. This track should've been inspected extensively and prepared properly up to race week," Max follows up on the topic. "It's a huge safety concern. The entire car is fucked. Y/n also said she couldn't feel anything in her leg for a few seconds. The accident could've been way worse."

With Max's comments, Charles quickly turned his head towards you with this worried look on his face. Brows slightly raised, wide eyes, and slowly sat straight in his seat.

You were in a hurry to get out of the room after the press conference not just because there has to be another press conference right after yours but also, you want to avoid your boyfriend as much as possible.

Familiar footsteps came running to your direction and the next thing you know, you were spun on your heel by a gentle and warm hand on your wrist only to face your boyfriend.

"Are you okay?! How are your legs?"

He was much more in a panic now than a while ago in front of the cameras. He doesn't need to hide his concern and panic from you. He took a quick look at you from head to toe, his hands scanning every part that might be injured.

"Charles... I'm okay. My legs... it's getting better" You try your best to keep the knot in your stomach in. You were still very nauseated. The quick movements from Charles turning you around and checking to make sure you're okay is getting you nauseous and a bit out of balance. "Honestly, i'm okay, mon chéri."

He wrapped his hands in yours and quickly noticed something different. He couldn't quite pinpoint what it is but holding your hand feels slightly warm. It was not something unusual for you. Whenever you're nervous or excited or even cold from the weather, your hands are the first to be extra warm. He didn't push any further but he was still quite concerned about what he heard from Max during the conference.

He blames himself for not checking up on you as soon as they were informed the FP1 will not be resumed. His team did downplay the situation and he thought that it was just a normal race weekend where something goes wrong with the car. When he saw you through the screens in their garage, you carefully stopped the car at the side of track. It didn't look quite serious like a crash. The mere thought of a crash made his chest tighten. Never a good scenario for both of you in any way and he doesn't want that to happen to you ever.

He didn't push you any further and lets go of you to proceed back to your garage to rest and wait for the next practice later in the evening.

You look forward to lying down on your small but comfortable couch in your room, wrapped up in a fleece blanket. Your warm Red Bull hoodie to keep you company. You wish it was Charles' embrace keeping you warm but your pride could never.

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You succeeded to take pole position in your qualifying session. Following you in the positions were Charles then Max. Unfortunately, Charles is to be pushed to the front of the grid on race day since you will start on 11th due to the grid penalty for the part replacement.

Pushing through all shitty things that happened to you for the past two days, it's finally race day.

Just before all the cars and teams are to be on standby on the track, Charles paid you one last visit in your room. He noticed that you were more quiet today and didn't expect that you didn't hesitate when he came up and hugged you. He whispered good lucks in your ear, his head nestled in your neck.

"Mon amour, i don't like it when we're fighting. I'm excited to battle it out on track but I want us to fix this after. okay?" He cooed.

You were grateful for the warmth his hug is giving you. You could never stay angry at him. You conceded and gave him a peck on the cheeks. He looked at you and admired your sweet small blushed face.

The kiss was anything but ordinary. It was amazing. You felt like he was sucking all the air out in your chest. Your legs were almost out of strength. His hands wrapping you and writhing around you. If it wasn't race day, you could've had him there. All bare and almost animalistic. But you stopped. It was going take you everything to focus on this race.

Charles noticed that you were extra warm today. It seems like you were getting warmer each day since the start of this race weekend. You noticed this on Charles and quickly responded ahead of what he was about to ask or say to you.

"Yes, I have a 39 degree fever. Already took my medicines. I can do the race. It's just a common flu. I'll get over it." He was about to say more but you quickly cut him off. "Take some medicine later if you're worried. No, I don't regret kissing you and it was amazing. No, I won't back down on this fight."

"I know you won't. That's my girl." He placed a hand on your face, cupping your extremely warm cheeks. "Give me everything you've got, y/l/n."

You smirk, leaning your head against his hand. "Game on, Leclerc."

All of the teams are now on standby on the track. You slid yourself in the cockpit. You observe the mechanics who were surrounding you, making any last minute checks on the car. There were those who were patiently holding on to the tire blankets to keep the tires warm and in perfect shape. If only you could steal one. You were shivering in your seat which didn't go unnoticed by some mechanics present.

Nerves of steel and a strong heart. Lady luck, keep it going until the very end. This is it.

"Okay radio check, y/n"

"Let's get this one, Hugh. For the team!"

"Loud and clear. Bring it home, champ"

Engines were ready, tyres were warm. All the cars on the grid were revving up. Crowds going crazy. Two drivers to battle it out for the championship. The deciding match.

"It is showtime. Our saturday night fight. It's five lights away and Formula 1 goes racing on the streets of Las Vegas!"

You were nearing Turn 1 and you could feel no grip on the soft tires. Charles was about to cut on the outside but you knew if you defended and turned despite no grip, your car could slide. You turned the wheel in a calculated manner but the both of you were pushed out of the track. You need to get back and not let Max overtake you.

You and Charles successfully defended your positions from the pack. There is pandemonium in the stands and in the commentary box.

"She needs to give that position back. She pushed me wide."

Charles radioed in his race engineer.

"It looks like Y/n Y/l/n will be given a 5 second penalty for forcing another driver off the track"

You did your best to babysit the tires in this harsh condition but to no avail. Charles was gaining speed on you and was just around 0.8 secs behind. He aggressively pressured you, keeping close distance, for almost 10 laps.

The cold weather is no joke. Every time you go out of the straights, you feel less grip. You almost curse at the reminder that you weren’t able to get a lot out of practice due to the damage on the car. If maybe you did, there was something you could’ve done. Possibly the engineers could’ve gained a lot of data on graining, tire temperature, and optimum strategy.

Charles locked up at around the 12th lap, widening the gap between you but he got closer to Max. Max almost passed him on the outside but he recovered well. He quickly regained his distance from you and continues to chase you. You also locked up but recovered quickly. As a result, you noticed a flat spot, further causing damage to your tire.

"My tires are now finished!"

"Copy that, y/n. Box now, box."

Around lap 18, you've been called to the pit. As you slow down, Charles took this opportunity to go through the inside and takes the lead of the race. Your team waited for 5 seconds before they could touch the car. 5 seconds may be short but it felt like forever. You knew when you come back out, you could lose a lot of positions. Thankfully, it was a quick stop for the team at around 1.8 seconds. All in all, 7 secs up until the pit lane exit.

As you exited the pit lane, you noticed that no matter how hard you press the throttle, cars were passing you one by one. There was something wrong with the car or maybe...

"Update on y/n's position please." "Charles, she's now P15. She pitted for hards." ---

"HARDS? Are you kidding me, Hugh?! Everyone is either on softs or mediums. Charles is on softs!" "Y/n, there are still 37 laps left. There's still a way around this." "There isn't! But if there is, i'll be fucking damned and push everything i've got." "Be careful, y/n" "I know what i'm doing. Just try me."

"Looks like Red Bull gave y/n a wrong set of tyre compounds. Was it a mistake or just a wrong strategy. This may be a deciding factor on the championship but you heard y/n's radio. Sounds chilling, isn't it?"

It was now or never. No excuse to back out on this.

As if someone had flicked the light switch, the crowds watched as car number 11 fly through track. Your driving technique was masterful. You rose up through the grid, passing every driver with ease. Tight and slow corners were a breeze to navigate through. Your car looked like it was launched by a slingshot through the long straights.

The commentators were going crazy at the spectacular sight of you breezing through everyone with hard tires. This was supposed to be a disadvantage to you on this particular track but you didn't let that stop you. Being on harder tires were a pain in the ass but you knew that these could last longer. You were able to push without worrying much on degradation.

Not long after, Charles could already see you on his mirrors through the straight. Just Max and Russel between the two of you just after 10 laps. Surprised but not really. He knew what a fantastic driver you are. Relentless and fearless.

"Good job there, y/n. Maximum push!" "Thanks. Also, I almost vomited in my helmet but still okay to push through!"

Concerns were shared on the pit wall of Red Bull. Hugh turned to look at Christian Horner, your team principal, also tuning in to your radio. They knew you were sick and couldn't do much about it. You were adamant to continue with the race and not let a reserve driver to drive in your place.

In turn 8 of lap 48 as you were to overtake Russell in front of you, he understeered and not noticing that you were about to pass him. He caused a collision with your front wing with his rear tire. Debris were flying around but you were still able to continue on after checking it with Hugh. A safety car was brought out as advised by Hugh and your team took this moment to call you back to the pit to change the front wing. Everyone was thinking the same thing on pitting as to take advantage of the yellow flag.

You exited the pit lane with a new front wing and fresher softer tyres. Charles stayed out and quickly saw you chasing behind him.

"That's my girl. Give me the best you've got, mon amour" He smirks to himself.

Now noticing the new set of tyres on your car. He knew he pitted way before you. His team decided to stay out and not pit to stay in the lead.

"Are those new soft tyres on y/n? Can we still pit?" "Negative, Charles. Save your tyres until the end. Extend your stint." "Ughhh.. that's gonna be hard but copy."

Your fever is now catching up to you. You occasionally sneeze through the radio when Hugh checks in. Christian radios in to cheer you on through the last laps of the race knowing full well that you're at your limit.

5 laps until the checkered flag and you were successful to keep a 3 second distance between Leclerc. He was ready to defend his lead.

You finally got within DRS range of Charles, closing the distance between him much easier. You were about to take the pass but Charles frustratingly defended his position well. There was a wide turn and you finally took the lead. You kept your position just until after the long straight and Charles went back in front.

You stayed behind him for 3 more laps finally noticing a break on the chase. Charles now wondering why you were not as aggressive during the turns.

"Maximum push, y/n. 3 more laps until the checkered flag." "I got this Hugh. I have a plan. Let's just see how much his tyres could handle."

This was your chance. You kept pressuring him in the corners and on the straights. He was advised by his race engineer to get ready to defend. He's in deep trouble now. His tyres are now starting to give up, not sure if he could bring it up to checkered flag while being constantly pressured by you. He was starting to get intimidated by the sight of your car.

The last 3 turns and a straight until the checkered flag. You kept your position behind him up until the the last turn. Taking advantage of the slipstream when he was in view of the flag.

People were screaming and jumping. Ferrari and Red Bull fans are now standing up from their seats. The commentators were going crazy in their box.

Your vision was now dangerously hazy. Panting like crazy in the cockpit. It was crazy chilly but you were sweating like a bucket in your race suit. Your fever now definitely reaching top temperature. Just as you were reaching top speeds in your car as you take the slipstream.

"and look at that! That was an exciting last lap. Blue overtaking the Scarlet Red. Red Bull mechanics are at the pit wall. The crowd is running wild. Hold on to your seats. And that's driver number 11 and she sees the checkered flag! For the first time ever, Y/n Y/l/n is our 2023 world champion! The first and only woman to ever do so in the history of Formula One! and this is just on her 2nd year in F1. What a woman!"

"P1, mate. That's P1"

"y/n, you're world champion. A world champion!"

Hugh and Christian were shouting in your ear through the radio. Fireworks were seen blasting on the top of every hotel, painting the Las Vegas skyline in amazing colors. You couldn't keep it in and you started crying. Face hidden by your helmet, your celebratory radio with the team is now broadcasted through the screens as you pass by it.

You park your car in the parc ferme behind the number 1 sign and slowly crawled out the cockpit to throw your hands in the air. Red Bull mechanics are shouting your name. You ran to them and throw yourself in their arms. They pat your helmet like crazy and shout congratulatory remarks at you.

You removed your helmet and turn around to see Charles also celebrating with his team. You ran to him and he welcomes you with open arms. Reveling in the fact that you are now world champion, you couldn't care less about doing PDA in front of people and the cameras.

You, Max and Charles stood on the podium. Your eyes were watery as you hear your country's national anthem. Normally, it doesn't make you cry but tonight was different. It means different. You now hold a few records to your name.

Max was the first one to open the champagne bottle, and Charles followed. Both of them directing the mouth of the bottle at you to spray you. Instead of reaching for your bottle, you took Charles' hand and pulled him to the podium.

You whispered something in his ear. "I know how you'll make it up to me." He breaks his distance from you and stared at your sparkling eyes, both of you still getting sprayed with the champagne.

You pulled his collar and your lips met. A sweet kiss after all the crazy events of the weekend. Max was equally surprised, along with everyone on the stage, around the grandstands, and paddock. Everyone watching it on the screens of their television were also screaming. Cameras were flashing non-stop right and left. Both of your respective team principals and PR managers were just laughing below the podium.

"I could get used to that. Maybe i should get you angry every before race" he chuckles.

"Don't push it, Leclerc."

"Just joking." He continues to admire the radiating woman in front of him. "You were amazing. I couldn't have asked for a better rival on track and you're the best partner a man could ever have. I'm so lucky to have you."

"A sentiment not evident from you last Wednesday."

"I apologize for that. To make it up to you, I think I owe you hundreds of dates. I hope you still have that piece of paper."

"Dates and a lot more kisses."

"Roger, world champ! I love you, mon amour."

Both of you smiled at each other and shared one more kiss to fully cap off the celebration. You reached for your champagne bottle and aggressively sprayed Charles. The three of you on the podium are now having a champagne spraying battle.

You and Charles Leclerc were made for each other. You bring out the best in each other and you stood together through the worst. Everyone knew that this is just the beginning. You may be rivals but both of you makes racing much more exciting to watch.

You were now world champion but you know Charles would never fail to make the next season much more exciting.

Bring it on Leclerc. I'm always ready to give everything I have. Here on track or wherever the wind might drop us. Come hell or high water, I am yours.

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fereldanwench · 1 month

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happy fem v friday! | color versions of these shots :3

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freakumfilm · 9 months

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me when dark!ellie . . .

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chimivx · 4 months

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yellow. (7)

pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Female!Reader (and always ot7)

summary: The first of many sleepless, tear filled nights.

word count: 6,060

warnings: 18+, sexual content, mental health topics, depress!on, (idk if the actual word will censor my post), IF I MISSED ANYTHING PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!

a/n: we’ve all read vegas, we know what happens, we know what’s about to go down… apologies for angst, but not every relationship is perfect. i love these two with my whole heart, they gonna make it through okay?!

Sunny poked at you the entire ride home. Comment after comment, question after question, she wouldn’t give it a rest.

Sitting next to the window with your arms folded tight over your chest, you held your focus out the glass, your lips pressed together firmly, not letting her hear a word. Stone cold, your face revealed nothing to her, gave her no clue as to what had happened to make you storm out of the dressing room, brush past the boys without saying a word, and get into the car without a look backward.

Aside from Sunny’s prodding words, your phone vibrated like mad, and when you finally gave in and checked the screen, there wasn’t a single message from the person you had hoped would say something. Seven from Jungkook, one from Sunny, another attempt at getting you to speak, and two from Hoseok.

Jungkook wanted to know what happened. Not trying to be nosey, he’d added to the end of one of the messages. He also wanted to make sure you were okay.

Hoseok inquired the same. Two short messages, one thanking you for the day, and the other a minor question of what had gone down before the boys hurried out of the dressing room.

Jin must’ve been saying things. But, then again, they weren’t stupid, they all heard you and Yoongi, and most had been suspicious throughout the day as well. Jin liked to talk, and you’ve never held it against him until now. He and Yoongi were the closest, it was obvious Yoongi was telling him what was going on by the way the oldest hurried off when you approached the two…

You haven’t mentioned much to Sunny, your relationship was your business and something you intended to keep between you and the person you were involved with so that when shit like this went down, it didn’t affect the way your friends viewed the situation. If Yoongi had shared whatever with Jin, and Jin was telling the others that meant the boys were beginning to see you in a different light.

And that makes it all hurt a bit worse.

Arriving home without a word, Sunny accepted defeat. Your best friend unlocked your apartment door for you and let you shut yourself in your bedroom, knowing you’d come to her when you were ready.

The space you shared with her was small, just a little bigger than her New York apartment, this one having two bedrooms. The kitchen was a tiny thing with the cutest little table with two mismatched chairs on each end, and on the opposite wall was a sage green loveseat that has certainly seen better days. A short bookshelf lived between both spaces, separating the two, and on the walls to the left and right were the doors to your bedrooms.

Sunnys was bright, and colorful and done up to her liking, while yours was primarily bare, white walled with printed photos scattered in a handmade gallery. Some of your artwork was hung up, along with some pieces you and Yoongi messed with together.

Sitting on the edge of your bed, the grey blanket soft as a feather beneath you, your eyes scanned the mess of clothes on the floor, some belonging to Yoongi. Groaning, you press your forehead into your palms and take a long, shaky deep breath.

The sky outside was beginning to light up, the sun making its first early morning appearance. You’d been awake for nearly twenty four hours. You were exhausted, and all the more heartbroken.

Kicking off your shoes, ignoring the tears welling in your eyes, you crawled back to your pillows and laid down, not even bothering to cover yourself with the blanket. Laying on your side facing the window, your body and mind were tired, but you couldn’t bring yourself to close your eyes. So it would be another tortuous night of shitty sleep.

Letting the tears slip onto the pillowcase, you settled for watching the sunrise, hoping your mind would somehow turn off and you could sleep, or exhaust yourself completely that you’d pass out without even knowing.

It was eerily quiet here. The apartment you shared with Sunny was in an oddly calm, silent neighborhood. Even the neighbors next door were respectful enough to barely make themselves heard. Sometimes you forgot they were there. It was nothing like New York.

No sirens to lull you to sleep, no balcony to sit on even if it were freezing outside, no people chattering on the streets below your window… It was too quiet.

You wondered if you’d have to move back home, or back in with Sunny in New York. After this, if it was truly over, you wondered if you’d have to leave, pack up your stuff and fly home. Would you be able to keep your job? The pay was decent right now, you’d love to have to not give that up, but if the pain was too great to stick around… If the company would even let you stick around. Yoongi could be meeting with Bang right now, telling him to get rid of you.

Without missing a beat you knew he’d listen to him too. One mentioned from any of the boys that they wanted you out, and you were out. The company looked for every reason regardless of what the boys said to keep you out, keep you from succeeding. They’re just waiting for something like this to happen to finally have a decent reason to fire you. If you were on the way out, what did that mean for Sunny? Would they fire her, too?

The last time you spoke to your parents, a month or so ago, a vague conversation about where you were and who you were with, they told you you’d never make it over here. Not a detail was shared about the boys, about Yoongi, about what you were officially doing for work. They knew you were in Seoul. They knew you were working with a company. They knew you were creating art. Everything else, you literally were legally not allowed to say.

Moving back home, losing this job, it would all just be the icing on the cake. Another failure for your parents to hang over your head.

It was too goddamn fucking quiet.

Sitting up quick, reaching for the small table next to your bed, you pull open the drawer and fish out a pair of headphones that you plugged into your phone. Shoving the buds in your ears you swipe open to your music and shuffle all the songs, letting whatever beat that was chosen fill the vacant space in your mind, chasing away all the thoughts that lingered.

For another half hour you laid curled up on your pillows, hands tucked beneath your head, lost in the music of an artist that pulled you through college. Their music always there for you when it seemed like no one else possibly could be.

Your eyes, heavier now that you’ve calmed yourself, wanted to close. Before you let them, you sat up one last time, unclasping your bra only for the sake of being more comfortable. Slipping it out from underneath the shirt you wore, a folded piece of paper fell out with it into your lap. Tossing the garment aside, you picked up the paper and sighed.

Part of you wanted to open it. Part of you wanted to chuck it to the cluttered floor. Your heart decided to place it in the drawer of your bedside table.

Settling back down onto the pillows you focused on your music and let your eyes close, taking a steady deep breath, longing for a long slumber that’ll bring you into another day of work, thankfully in another twenty four hours.

Now that the shoot was done, all the footage was captured, it was time to put it together. While working on Run, when you got to this part, this was where all the fun started. Editing the video, watching the piece actually come together and have your vision come to life… There truly was no feeling like it. To immerse yourself in something that was completely your own, to have your worries slip away while you worked, putting your all into a project that you knew people were going to love.

Your phone buzzed under your pillow.

Sunny quieted down a while ago, she had to have been passed out. The woman loved her sleep, you never dared to wake her, she wasn’t exactly an all nighter type. Lifting your head, sliding your phone from under the cushion by the wire of the headphones, the message on the screen shoved a knife into your gut.

[agust d <3]: Please let me up

Blinking a few times, you weren’t sure what to do. Opening the message you typed something back, and when he answered, your stomach sunk.

[you]: Why are you here?

[agust d <3]: Couldn’t go home. Came here instead. Please let me in.

Taking a long, deep breath, you sat straight up and glared at your bedroom door. Pulling the headphones from your ears the world went silent. Reluctantly, wondering how you were even following through, you stood up in your socks and sulked to the front door, pressing the button on the wall to let Yoongi inside, leaving the door unlocked. Sitting down at the kitchen table, pulling your feet up onto the chair, wrapping your arms around your legs, you rest your chin on one of your knees and wait for him to let himself in.

Two silent minutes passed before the door opened. Bare faced, silver hair a fluffed mess, Yoongi was dressed in sweats and a matching hoodie, chunky sneakers on his feet that he kicked off by the door. You didn’t dare look up at him, instead you let him take in the sight of you tired, quiet and alone. It wasn’t in you to make him feel worse, you knew he already felt bad, you didn’t want to pack on more. But you weren’t exactly going to let him get away with not speaking to you.

So it was up to him. Ball was in his court.

Hesitating by the door after closing and locking it behind him, you watched his feet as he paced the tile of the kitchen for a second until he decided to sit down in the chair across the table from you, slumping down, folding his hands in his lap.

It was quiet for another minute. You were beginning to loathe the quiet.

“Yoongi,” you spoke up first, dropping your feet to the floor, looking up at him to find his eyes wide, and full of something you couldn’t read.

His head shook the slightest, his voice barely a whisper. “That’s not my name.”

A sigh escaped you, your head shifting to the side.

“You said it earlier, too,” he gulped. “And you only say it when shits gone wrong, or when you’re having big feelings, and most times I hate the sound of it. You say it when you’re serious, when shit is real. I hear it when I’m in trouble, I hear it when-”

“You’re not in trouble,” you whispered.

Yoongi sat forward, sliding his hands over top of the table, still folded. His eyes begged your own for an answer. He pleaded with you for help. You weren’t sure if he knew what to do, or how to handle this. You weren’t entirely sure you knew how either.

“You let me walk away,” you said. Yoongi’s brows flipped over even more than they were.

“I shouldn’t have,” he said quickly.

“But you did,” you scoffed. “Listen, I don’t know what you’re going through, because you won’t let me in. I’m not a mind reader, but I sure as hell know when a relationship is over.” The look on his face made you sick. “I’ve been here many times, so maybe it’s me. If you want to break up, just tell me.”

“No,” he gasped, shaking his head, pressing his fingers into the wood. With a quivering voice he said, “I don’t want that… I don’t want to break up.”

“Then what’s going on?” A shrug of your shoulders with no change to your face made him sit back. His gaze broke from yours, falling to the table. He didn’t say anything. An anger roiled within you. Sliding your hands over your face you fall back in your own seat and groan. “Yoongi! This is what I mean.”

His lips curled and his eyes narrowed. “That’s not-”

“It is right now,” you cut him off, tone stern enough to make him look at you. “What is happening? Am I… crazy for not realizing something? Am I crazy for wanting you to talk to me? We used to share so much with each other, and now we don’t do any of that. I literally feel like I’m just sleeping with one of my friends. Which is starting to lose its spark by the way, not to get all cheesy, but we don’t talk anymore. It’s just sex. And work. You liked me better in New York. Now that I’m here, I’m just like everyone else. You liked the chase, and now that you’ve got me, you’re bored.”

An exasperated laugh fell from his lips, one laced with frustration. “You’re so wrong,” he said. “You are so far from the truth, it’s ridiculous.”

Folding your arms, you barely let his words hit you. “Enlighten me, Yoongi, please.”

A groan vibrated from his chest. “Okay,” he took a breath, adjusting himself where he sat. “First of all, you’re not crazy. It’s… It’s me, it’s been me the whole time.” He gulped, taking another breath, like it pained him to have to do this. “I really, really… really struggle with… doing this.” His eyes were darting around you, looking into your own for a few seconds before he had to tear them away. “I’m sorry.”

Nodding, you finally felt some sort of relief that he was slowly opening himself up. “This is all you have to do, D. Just talk to me.”

“Right.” He blinked a couple times, falling quiet once more.

You gave him a moment. You gave him several moments.

“What’s going on?” Choosing a gentler, calmer tone of voice, you prayed it’d do something.

“I don’t want to break up,” he said, avoiding your gaze.

“I know,” you sighed.

Yoongi sat backward, burying his face in his hands. When he dropped them he sighed, and he found you on your way to your bedroom, walking away from him. It hurt to have to do it, but he left you with no other choice.

“No,” he said, following you into your room, catching the door you tried to shut in his face. “Stop, don’t. Please, Honey.”

“Honey,” you muttered, flopping down on your bed. “That’s not my name.” You mocked him with his own words.

“Hon- Yeah, okay,” he huffed, sitting beside you, inches away from you.

Scooting backward, you leaned your back on the wall and sat between the pillows, eyes focused on Yoongi, either waiting for him to leave or waiting for him to get on with it.

He looked about the floor, then looked about the walls, taking everything in within the small room, letting his eyes linger on a piece of art you two drew together one late sleepless night right here within these walls. You had laughed, you had hung over each others backs, shameless traveling hands while the other held the pencil, the night ending with the notepad slipping to the floor in a forgotten clobber.

“No one,” he began, keeping your full attention, “has ever gotten to this point. With me.”

“Oh, I’m so honored,” you deadpanned. He shot you a look you deserved.

“You want me to talk? Let me talk,” he spat, and it stung. Definitely deserved. “You know you’re no different than I am.” “Once again, Yoongi, enlighten me.”

He scowled. “What happened between me and my parents is exactly what happened between you and yours. Except mine left me numb and unable to get close to anybody, and yours left you with too many feelings and the need to cling to anyone who shows you any kind of love or support.”

It should hurt more, but he wasn’t wrong.

“I’m sorry.” His voice shook when the shock appeared on your lips. “See, this is why I don’t talk.” He swallowed, hard. “Everything that has ever happened to me has made me this way. I can’t talk about myself, I can’t open up, I can’t let anyone get close, because it’s scary. I’m scared. Anyone who has ever wiggled their way through has ended up leaving me somehow, someway. My parents didn’t show me any kind of love that the other guys grew up with.”

“I didn’t grow up with that love either, I still don’t get it from them,” you shrugged. Yoongi lifted a hand to prove his point.

“You have so much of it to give,” he whispered. “I can’t match that.”

Lurching forward, you crawled closer to him and sat by his side, tucking your legs under you. “Yes, you can.”

“How?” He smirked, shaking his head.

“By doing this,” you breathed. Placing your hands to his cheeks you turned him toward you, forcing him to bring his feet on the bed, folding them in front of him. “This is enough, this is all I want, I just want you to talk to me, I want you to let me in.”

You swore a tear sparkled in his eye. “You’re gonna hate it.”

“I would never,” you whispered, dragging your thumbs over his smooth skin. “I could never hate it. Could never hate you.”

Yoongi bit his bottom lip, bringing it between his teeth as his eyes flickered to your lips. “You’re a happy person.”

“D, listen to yourself and everything you just said about me,” you said. “You see me. And apparently, that’s what I crave, and you’re giving it to me. This thing isn’t one-sided, I need to know what to give you, I need to know what to do to help you.”

A small shrug came off of him, one you felt in your hands. His eyebrows flipped for a moment, until he looked at you and whispered, “I don’t know what that is.”

A tear slipped down your cheek, one you didn’t feel coming. Yoongi swiped it away, then took your hands from his face and held them within his own. An energy came off of him that you’ve never felt before, except maybe from yourself, years ago in the start of your college years.

Sitting here, holding his hands, you squeezed them gently, staring down at them. Yoongi did the same, watching you cry for a moment before his eyes dropped to where you were connected together, his fingers holding onto you desperately.

Letting your mind wander over everything he’s told you, including the past, the trauma’s he’s been through but joked about, something seemed to click, and it washed over you with nausea.

“D,” you whispered, looking up at him. He met your eyes after a few seconds. “Are you okay?” His lips wanted to prick down into a frown, but he suppressed it. A piece of you wanted to freak out, truly. It was like talking to a stubborn ass child. Taking a breath, you tried again. “I’m here for you,” you continued in a whisper. “No matter what you tell me, I’m not going anywhere. I moved halfway across the globe for you, you really think I’ll leave?” A laugh came out of him. A real, genuine small burst of air that forced him to smile for a millisecond. “Come here.”

Tugging on his hands you maneuvered the two of you backward, laying down on your pillows. Yoongi, nervous to take it too far, followed your lead, letting you wrap his arm around your waist where you snuggled into his side. Pulling the blanket over top of you both, you turned to face him, snaking an arm beneath his neck to toy with his hair.

His left arm hung over your waist, his other between you, thumb drawing gentle circles beneath your lips. Foreheads inches apart, his eyes danced all over you, studying you, taking you in. Then, his brows plummeted.

“Did you not shower?” he asked.

Smiling, you said, “Why, do I stink?”

“No,” he whispered, smiling with you. “You still have makeup on, you’re still… in my shirt.” The dots connected, making him pull his lips together. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing,” you said. “You had nothing to do with whether or not I wanted to shower. I could’ve gotten one if I wanted.”

His fingers paused. “I don’t want this to happen again.” You gave him a hum, a small, positive sound to keep him going. “Me, being the reason that you’re crying, that you’re hurt, that you’re not taking care of yourself.”

“D, it’s one shower,” you attempted a giggle.

“I don’t care,” he whispered. “It’s one shower too many. You don’t deserve to feel this way, you’ve done so much for me… You literally just said it, you moved across the globe, and for what? For me to feel sad, and act like a jerk? That’s so ridiculously shitty, and I’m sorry.”

You watched him speak, the words coming out of him like blazing flames and smoke. It didn’t seem possible for your heart to swell and also sink at the same time, but it did. Licking your lips, Yoongi watching, you took a deep breath and asked, “You feel sad?”

Immediately realizing that he didn’t know what to say, you didn’t try to back track. Letting the words settle, letting the question do its job knowing he just spilled that to you on his own, this was how it was going to go. He would get fired up over something regarding you, and his own secrets would come out. It just shattered your heart to think that he’s been feeling this way and you aren’t even sure for how long.

“Yeah,” he sighed, or gasped, you weren’t sure which. The confession wasn’t even blurred, it came from his lips with ease, like he’d been dying for someone to notice, someone to care. Tears overcame you, ones that you couldn’t swallow away. “No, don’t cry, Honey, please.” His fingers wiped at your wet cheeks, his own eyes dry.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to,” you whispered, tangling your fingers tight into his hair, scooting yourself closer to him so that your chests were pressed together, your face buried in his neck. “I’m sorry I didn’t see it, D. I know life has been hard, but I didn’t think it was going that far. How did I not see it?”

He clung to you, holding you tight against him. “Because I didn’t let you,” he mumbled. You could feel his heart beating a mile a minute between his lungs. “And I’m trying to not be pissed at myself for upsetting you by telling you.”

Peeking up to look at him you shook your head. “Please don’t be mad at yourself, I’m so glad you told me.”

“You sure look it,” he joked.

Huffing a laugh, you tucked your face into his collar bone. “You’re insufferable, how are you making jokes right now?”

“I have to,” he admitted. “Or, it becomes too much.”

Pressing a soft kiss to the base of his neck, you sighed. This internalized feeling of sadness, that sounded more like depression, was inevitable and something he couldn’t fight. Shoving away the thought that you packed on more, or added more to it, you kept telling yourself that you didn’t know, and that truthfully, mental health struggles were no reason to act like an asshole. You still felt washed with shame, knowing you purposefully did some things to tick him off. You kissed his neck again.

“I’m sorry if I-”

“Stop,” he sighed. “I know exactly what you’re going to say, don’t say it.”

Tipping your chin up, you lowered your brows. “But, I-” “No,” Yoongi looked down at you, breath heavy, brushing your noses together. “Just kiss me again.”

Catching your lips with his, the kiss is feverish and rushed, like he hadn’t kissed you since yesterday, which he hadn’t. A sense of comfort washed over you, a spark igniting in your heart, the feeling of familiarity. Even between quick bursts of shared air and the fervent way he was kissing you, like he couldn’t get enough, he was him, and he was here, and you had made progress.

The hand around your waist slid down your backside, gripping beneath your knee to guide you to hook your leg around his waist. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, he pushed further into you, rolling you onto your back, granting you the room to swing your other leg around him. Holding himself up above you, he lowered himself a bit on his elbows, his body weight warming you, caging you in against the mattress.

You couldn’t press yourself any closer to him than you already were, your back was arcing off the bed, coercing him closer, and when he dropped himself more, a gasp came out of you onto his lips, his tongue quick to slip inside with the new access.

He needed you, and he wasn’t being shy about it.

Then again, he never was. And neither were you.

Dragging your tongue over his own you released your arms and moved them between you, until he cut you off, pulling away from your lips with a smack.

“Stop,” he whispered, looking down at you, eyes dark.

Yours went slightly wide, freezing under him. “Okay,” you whispered back, voice small.

“Do you want that?” he asked, flickering his gaze all over your face. You did the same to him.

“I do,” you answered after a beat.

Yoongi gulped, hesitating as much as you had. “Then let me do it.”

Your nod was tiny. “Okay,” you whispered.

He nodded with you, waiting for you to say anything else before he held himself up over you and slid his hands down your body. He touched his lips to yours gently, with care, eyes closing as his fingers took their time tugging down the leggings you wore. Lifting your body to help him, he tossed them to the floor and pulled off his sweats, his lips still working against yours. It was slow, calculated, he wasn’t in any rush, and your heart was ready to burst.

“Take this off, too,” your voice was muffled by his lips, your hands messing with his hoodie. “Please.”

Without a word he listened to you, tugging off his hoodie from the back. His hair, messy over his forehead, made you melt. Here in the early glow of the morning, sun peeking into your room now, casting him in a subtle orange haze, he was stunning. Tired eyes gazed down at you as he settled over top of you like he was, pressing a kiss to your lips while he reached for the drawer of your bedside table.

Fumbling around in it for a second, he paused and pulled back to glance over at whatever he had found. You heard the paper he held in his fingers, your notes he had written on, and weren’t surprised when he dropped it onto your chest still covered by his shirt. Meeting his eyes, they said everything he wanted to say, and you knew yours did too.

Pushing the drawer shut, keeping his eyes on yours, you prayed that he would understand, that you were telling him you read what he said while he bit down on the plastic wrapper, ripping it open with his teeth. Wrapping your arms around his neck like they once were, you lifted your head to kiss him as he situated himself, but then tossed your head back with a desperate gasp as he wasted no time and pushed himself inside of you.

His hips dared to move, but your nails digging into his shoulders stopped him. “Hang on, hang on, hang on,” your whisper was breathless, and rushed. Yoongi, eyebrows knitted together, watching you writhe beneath him with your eyes squeezed shut, took shallow breaths.

After a heavy exhale, he whispered, “Tell me what you want.”

“Just wait a second.” Looking up at him, you slid your hands to his cheeks, giving them a slight puff. A smile tried to peek through on his squished lips.

“I’d wait forever.”

Your lips parted, eyebrows going soft. Dipping his chin down he caught your lips in the sweetest kiss, and once he looked down at you, you were nodding, gazing up at him. “Go. Please.”

The corners of his lips perked up when your arms found sanctuary around his shoulders again, your fingers lacing within the silver of his hair. For a moment, he watched you, the two of you laying here, tangled together, as close as you possibly could be. A kiss met your lips, one as soft as ever, and with a matching push of his hips, a quiet, breathless, “I love you,” tumbled from his lips.

One thirty in the afternoon, peacefulness hanging around the apartment, your bedroom door creaked open, disturbing the quiet. Slipping out of the crack he pulled the door to, Yoongi turned toward it to watch the doorknob as he shut it easily, without a sound. You were still asleep, and after working for so long, he didn’t intend to wake you up.

Shirtless, sweats hanging off his scrawny hips, he spun around in his socks and nearly jumped out of his skin. Sunny, smiling with her lips pressed together tight, watched him exit your bedroom. Beside her on the couch, eyes wide, sat Jin. Both were dressed like it was their day off, sweatpants, bare faces and natural hair. Sunny’s was unruly, her curls sweeping over her back in gorgeous black waves.

“Oh, hello,” she smized, proud that she caught him in the act. “Happy to see you come out of there.”

Yoongi rubbed one of his eyes, looking between her and Jin dumbfounded. His brother, with eyes still wide, shook his head.

“How long have you been here?” Yoongi asked him.

Jin scoffed. “How long have you been here?!”

“Last night,” Yoongi shrugged, then trudged into the kitchen. His friends twisted on the couch to follow him.

“Last night?!” Jin shouted.

Grabbing a glass, Yoongi whipped himself around and shot a glare at him. “Shut up,” he hissed. “Don’t wake her up.”

“Yoongi we’ve been yelling at each other for hours, you two can sleep through anything,” Sunny laughed.

Feeling himself smile, Yoongi faced the kitchen sink and filled his glass with cold water. Sunny and Jin started talking about something they must’ve been discussing before he interrupted them, because Yoongi had no idea what the hell they were saying. Well, he had no idea what Sunny was saying, Jin was surely just staring at her.

Turning around to lean against the counter, he swallowed a laugh. Lips pouted with concentration, eyes flickering between her eyes and her lips, his fists tightening to keep from grabbing the hands she was speaking with… Yoongi tilted his head a bit. Jin was enthralled. He was entranced, he was bewitching, beguiled. He was whatever ridiculous word Yoongi could think of.

Jin liked Sunny. He always has.

But Jin liked liked Sunny.

Yoongi’s only ever seen his brother come over with emotion like this once before, and it wasn’t pretty. Jin’s heart was a rarity, something hard to unlock, hard to crack. Unlike Yoongi however, Jin had so much love to give yet nowhere to put it. It was overwhelming really, at least for Yoongi. Once Jin had anyone in his circle of ‘I care deeply about you’, it was hard to get out. The two boys were similar though in the sense that… Jin didn’t know how to show it.

Here on the couch, pining after the tall, curvy beauty with mocha colored skin, Jin was bursting at the seams, with love, with need, with the urge to hold her hand. But, Yoongi knew he wouldn’t do it. At least not with him standing right here.

It was funny how Sunny pretended to not notice the way Jin looked at her. She was a beautiful woman, maybe she was just used to charming people with her charismatic eyes and soothing voice. Yoongi knows he’s lost you many times because of that, and you aren’t shy to admit it. She reminded Yoongi of Jimin in that sense, to which you’d catch him and have him admitting you’ve lost him to his charismatic eyes and soothing voice. Jimin had a way of captivating his audience no matter the setting. Whether he be in a restaurant or walking down the street, he didn’t need to be onstage to have people swooning left and right.

Blinking a few times, shaking the Jimin out of his brain, Yoongi is reminded to ask you about something funny the charmer had said to him yesterday on set. It was just after you had run out of the room with Jungkook chasing behind you, a thought that made him smile. The relationship you share with the kid is Yoongi’s favorite of them all.

After everything you all endured yesterday, after the night you shared together hours ago, Yoongi searches his brain, praying he can remember what Jimin had said to him. It was quiet, he had whispered it, and it was as soon as Jungkook was out of earshot. Amidst the chatter that echoed off the tiled walls, he can’t piece together if it was a question or not.

…likes someone?

Does Yoongi like someone? Yoongi is dating you, of course he likes you, he loves you. Jimin was zipping his pants when he stepped toward Yoongi to say it, what the hell did he ask? He was eager about it too, it seemed. Like he wanted to know as soon as possible, but they were pulled out of the room faster than he could repeat himself.

…likes someone?

He? He likes someone?

No, it was much longer than that.

What do you… What does it… How do you…

Oh! That was it, that was the start.

How do you-

“There she is,” Sunny raised her voice, all attention diverted toward your bedroom door where you emerged with a proper little smile on your lips and Yoongi’s hoodie on your body. His heart just about fell out of his chest. You looked so cute with your sleepy eyes and messy hair, still wishing to be wrapped up in your blankets as you padded over to him quickly.

The sleeves of his hoodie covered your hands as you stretched out your arms the closer you got to him. Setting his glass down on the counter, his own smile grew as he caught you, loving the feeling of your arms sliding around his waist. Laying yourself over top of him you prop your chin on his chest and look up at him, batting your lashes.

“Hi,” he whispered.

Your smile softened. “Hi.”

“You're so pretty.”

Squeezing your eyes shut, you swallowed a giggle.

“I mean it.” He kissed the tip of your nose, and when you opened your eyes he said, “I wanna talk to you.”

A sigh escaped you. “Of course.”

Taking a peek at how you were latched onto him, his grin widened before he gave you a real kiss, not caring if your friends were paying attention or not. It’d be a good thing to show them you guys were alright, especially if either of them caught wind of what was going on yesterday. Yoongi didn’t say a word to Jin, and didn’t know whether or not you had said anything to Sunny.

Another thing to talk about, he notes. He could do this.

He wanted to scoop you up in his arms and carry you back into your bedroom with how you looked up at him as you parted from the kiss. Holding you tighter, he took a breath.

“I love you,” you whispered to him.

He blushed, he could feel it, and you caught him. “I love you, too.”

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Cyberpunk 2079: Chorus

Vega 'V' Hawse x Song So Mi (2079)

"Hold me, V."

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VALERIE VEGA || 79/? Happy birthday, Valerie!

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[surfaces from the deep with art in tow]

'tis i, the purveyor of fem!kinnporsche lookbooks, this time bearing kimchay. if you missed the kinnporsche one it's here. if you didn't, you know the drill, thoughts and refs beneath the cut.

okay let's start with kim:

i'm gonna be real with you folks: i struggled hard with fem!kim. in my head, kim much like fem!kinn is someone who uses her clothes to send messages, but where kinn is trying to communicate power and authority, kim is instead using her clothes to adopt different personas or elements of her personality. and so, i can see fem!kim wearing nearly everything, basically.

kimlor swift aka wik aka internet popstar kim

so, return customers may notice something odd about kim: i gave her different poses for each of her personas. why? i think kim is someone who embodies a lot of different personas, and i think the change is more than skin deep.

this was very much the first set i drew. the brief for these outfits in my head was something like "k-pop kim possible". also a lot of these were drawn when i still had covid lmao so i barely remember most of it.

it was very important to me that kim had a wolf cut. that fact came to me the moment i started thinking about fem!kim. so. you know. you're welcome.

runing errands (first outfit) - this one was the first outfit i drew for kim, and it was mostly summoned up from my own head. i spent a lot of time scrolling through pinterest before i started drawing. in my head, this is sort of what she wears when she's out and about as wik but not like, performing or whatever. still a very crafted image, but a little more casual than her performance gear.

performance (second outfit) - this one does have a ref! i found this image on pinterest and was like yes. this one. i thought long and hard about what i wanted wik's fashion and persona to be, because i debated going along the family friendly singer-songstress route, but in the end i figured she had to be cool and a little edgy. hence [gestures at the clothes].

award show/red carpet (third outfit) - this one's kind of fun. longtime listeners will recall that i started drawing these lookbooks bc @mortimerlatrice told me they didn't think fem!kinn would wear dresses and i had to disprove them -- so i thought it'd be fun if for kim, she only wore dresses when on mafia business. kim in a dress is a blaring warning signal that you're gonna get your shit rocked. so, kim's award show look is a pantsuit. she doesn't wear dresses at all as wik. there was definitely a reference image for this one, but i drew the entirety of this first set when i had covid, so i don't think i saved it OTL

detective wikachu aka mafia kim

another fun detail you might notice about mafia!kim -- she's always got her hair up. that was also deliberate. also holy shit this set killed me so bad. we'll get there.

running errands (detective errands) (first outfit) - this is what kim wears when she's gotta blackmail randos for info. fairly casual, all things told, but very different in vibe to her wik stuf. also the pattern on that suit is incredibly simple but it took me 45 mins to create bc i still had covid brainfog at this point. the reference for this look was celine's spring/summer 2021 rtw collection look 24.

visiting dad (to snoop) (second outfit) - another source of debate for me. what, exactly, does kim send as a message to her father when she comes back home? i played with the idea of her wearing a sort of perfectly pretty mafia princess disguise, but i don't think that's what she'd use to get on her father's good side. so, she's wearing a dress (fuck your shit up vibes for her) but it's got a strong vibe to it. so, i had to go with alexander mcqueen, which is one of my favourite designers. this one is specifically alexander mcqueen pre-fall 2022 look 17.

at a gala (mafia-flavoured) also to snoop (third outfit) - oh my god you guys will not believe how many of these i went through. i even fully drew another option before discarding it completely. (originally, i was going to go with erdem pre-fall 2023 look 8 which i drafted here but i just didn't vibe with it the more i worked on it. i guess it felt a little too princessy? so i pivoted.) this one is from another of those designers i actually really like, zuhair murad. this one's from fall 2022 couture, specifically look 38. very much love at first sight. the moment i saw it, i knew i was gonna draw it. and oh boy did drawing it make me suffer. that bead pattern on the dress? killed me. actually killed me. fucking OW. worth it though.

family portrait (fourth outfit) - after all the suffering of kim's formal look this one was comparatively a breeze. found a pic on pinterest, and whoosh i went drawing. the reference is here.

chay!kim

this set is very much what it says on the tin, the clothes kim wears around chay. let's go.

guitar tutoring (first outfit) - okay so in my head the brief for this one was "what kim thinks chay thinks wik wears on her downtime", which very much sets the tone for the entire outfit. i just think it's fun if kim twists herself out of sorts with how clever she is and then chay just bulldozes straight through that. i don't actually have a reference for this one. just drew it.

rescue chay (second outfit) - this is what kim wears to go save chay from the tawan kidnapping. i dubbed this one "when you got library study session at 9, rescue bae at 12, and cyberpunk revolution at 3". the loose inspo for this one was this dress on pinterest which i tracked to the brand ganni and then found they no longer made.

say no to drugs, chay (third outfit) - okay so i wanted this outfit to be like. a wake up call to chay. the first time chay sees kim in a skirt, and the first time chay realises that maybe kim is a little dangerous. it's alexander mcqueen (ofc it is) and actually in the time between me drawing this and posting it, someone actually wore the skirt from this look on the red carpet. it's the spring 2023 rtw collection, look 24. salma hayek wore the skirt to the 2023 brits here.

the youtuber apology video fit (fourth outfit) - the brief here was "kim forcibly bolting on hinges". the idea was to kind of soften her mafia edges but leave the cornerstones of how she dresses for that very much there. so, dress, hair up, but much more relaxed. this outfit is from tommy hilfiger's spring 2023 rtw collection, specifically look 17.

onto chay:

chay was really hard to start with, i'm going to be real. i think the sum total for my notes when i started was just one word: dungarees? as i drew more of her i started to think of her as someone who thrifts and then alters a lot of her clothes. i wanted colour and patterns, and i suffered for them. by god did i suffer.

a few lil headcanons i have about her:

i think chay probably finds it easy to be considered cute and hard to move out of that box. i think there's a part of chay that wants to be sexy the way porsche is (ESPECIALLY if this is a fem!porsche universe) but doesn't know how to go about trying to achieve that. she had to ask yok how to teach her how to apply eyeliner bc porsche doesn't know how to and doesn't care to learn.

i think the role of like, female role model/influence in chay's life is later taken up by fem!kinn, who is full of the kind of advice porsche would be horrified to hear given to her precious baby sister.

chay has short hair because when she had long hair porsche was obsessed with getting her the right shampoos and conditioners and stuff to take care of it (probs based on some internalised stuff from when porsche was at school and girls would mock her for her split ends) so chay just puts a stop to that by cutting all her hair off and it turns out she kind of likes it? so she keeps it.

casual outfits

i drew all these patterns myself. from scratch. you're welcome.

green dungarees (first outfit) - the reference image is here. this was the first look i drew and also the moment i realised how stupid i was to choose a "fun" foot pose for chay. this caused no end of suffering going forward.

orange dungarees (second outfit) - ref here. here i started to regret the pattern aspect of my chay design. also those messy canvas ankle boots killed me to draw. they were so hard.

sweater vest (third outfit) = MORE FUCKING PATTERNS. i also had a reference for this one somwhere but i was drawing this whilst playing dnd so i think it just got lost.

special outfits

school uniform (first outfit) - i did a bit of looking into school uniforms in thailand and from what i can tell they basically all look very similar. idk if the lilac shirt + navy skirt combo is standardised for girls but it was pretty much all i found when i went looking. also she has a long skirt because when she and porsche bought it for her, they bought a really big one that she could wear all through school.

one (1) smart dress (second outfit) - the idea here is that this is the one smart item of clothing that chay has, and it's the one-size-fits-all-occasions dress. it's dark so it can be worn to funerals. it's somewhere between business and formal so it can be worn to both those kinds of occasions. it was based on this dress i found on pinterest.

going to a concert with friends (third outfit) - i... just wanted to put chay in a bucket hat? yeah that's all i have. no ref. just my mind.

porsche's first paycheque present (fourth outfit) - the idea here was that after getting some money from the whole mafia thing, porsche buys this as a present for chay. maybe it's a dress chay's always looked at when they walk past it in a shop window? this is a slight tweak on this dress by alaia. the original's like £2k which i cannot picture porsche and chay spending on a dress but shhh it's fine.

post-kim

these are the outfits from after the whole kim debacle goes down. i just really wanted to draw goth chay. and really, who wouldn't?

break-up era #1 (first outfit) - at this point i was just having way too much fun. the pattern took for-fucking-ever on the skirt though, because i thought i'd just cheekily re-use the dungaree flower pattern with colour changes but oh no that didn't work at all. i had to edit it so much. the reference is here. here her hair is freshly dyed blue, and she's given herself a little heartbreak undercut. you go girl.

say no to drugs chay (second outfit) - this is what chay is wearing when kim points at that rando in the club who offers chay drugs. you see all of the goth reference images i was finding were just too clean-cut and employable, you know? so torn fishnets it was. the refence i found for this is here but i changed it up bc i couldn't see chay wearing a little nightdress to go clubbing no matter how heartbroken she was.

visiting mum (third outfit) - in this one, in my head, chay has dyed her hair back to normal, but she's still got the undercut, so she straightens her hair and pins a little of it over the short bit to try and appear a little more normal chay to her mum. very simple outfit, no refs.

family portrait (fourth outfit) - there's a part of me which delights in this implied scenario because i just think it's funny if chay and kim are posing for a family portrait with kinnporsche and chay's ready to ignore the fuck out of kim and pretend like she doesn't care about her staring but then kim is in full-hide-any-weakenesses mode because korn's there so now chay's the one staring. relationship status: it's very awkward. anyway fashion wise i wanted two things from chay's outfit: for it to be simpler than any of the theerapanyakuls' and for it to be in a lighter shade of porsche's colour (blue). the reference was this cool dress i found on pinterest.

[exhales] is that everything? i think that's everything. obligatory tag for @yeetlegay bc i know they like to see the fem!kinnporsche content.

big shoutout to mort (tagged earlier), @antique-forvalaka, @luckydragon10, and @dr-lemurr for art troubleshooting and cheerleading duties.

everything was drawn in clip studio paint, which i cannot recommend enough. if you want more detailed info abt that side of things, send me an ask.

#kaputt suffers in art #kinnporsche #kinnporsche art #fem!kinnporsche art #i was originally planning on working on vegas and pete next but then the build stuff came out and kind of axed that plan #i just don't feel comfortable drawing the guy's face rn #i've been toying with recasting f!pete to get around that but i haven't found anyone i want to draw yet #anyway i just realised i didn't put my signature on a bunch of these one second just screaming #okay phew done

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spoonhead · 2 months

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trans-fem legionaries are the greatest thing ever i think....

like there is so much potential...

#also just trans-fems in general #like get em girls #fallout #fnv #fallout new vegas #fallout legion #spoonhead speaks

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stevesxyellowxsweater · 5 months

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Waking up in Vegas {Chapter Three; Stay}

PAIRING: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader WC: 4k CW: Minors do not interact!! No use of y/n, use of she/her pronouns, slow burn, hints of abuse, swearing, mentions of neglect, mentions of death and murder, mentions of framing someone for murder, mentions of female masturbation. I think that is all, but if it's not please let me know. SUMMARY: You and Eddie learn some history about each other, as well as meeting Miss Nancy Wheeler, and you get to see what Eddie's house is like. AUTHOR NOTES: So sorry for the delay in this, it's been a crazy time. First of all I'd like to give a massive thank you to @entermxnson for allowing me to use your wonderful original character and bits of yourself in my fic. It means a lot to me that you let me do this. You are the reader, and I hope you know whenever I write this, it's always you or your baby girl i'm picturing. You're truly wonderful and I love you so much. Secondly major credit to @cafekitsune for the amazing dividers, i seriously love them.

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Returning to the hotel room, you sat on the bed. Your mind flicked through the night's events, and of all of them, you just couldn't shake the thoughts of Eddie in that wet white shirt. The thoughts sent your stomach twisting and turning, and heat pooled between your legs. It had been a long time since you thought of a man this way, and you struggled to remove the thoughts from your mind.

You took your shoes off, kicking them across the room with a thud. Lying back on the bed, you slowly moved your hand toward your pants. Your heart was racing as you thought of what it would be like if he touched you. You closed your eyes, thoughts of him moving onto the bed and nestling himself between your tights played in your mind as your hand broke past your waistband.

“Eddie.”

His name left your lips as your fingers breached your underwear, the heat radiating out. Your pussy throbbed, desperate to be touched. Your hand crept lower, moving closer to the slick heat. Your finger reached for your clit, about to begin rubbing when someone knocked at your door.

Your hand came out of your pants far quicker than it had gone in, you sat up and stared at the door for a moment. You weren't expecting anyone, why would there be someone there?

Getting up, you cautiously walked to the door and opened it like you were a criminal.

“Good evening, this was dropped off for you at the front desk.”

It was Jonathan, holding a box.

“I didn't order anything.”

“No? Well, Eddie was very insistent that you got this while it was still warm.”

Jonathan handed you the box, with a knife and fork.

“Have a good night.”

“Yeah, you too.”

You hardly mumbled as you stepped into the room and shut the door. Sitting the box down, you opened it and found the lasagna you ordered at Enzo’s sat there in perfect condition still piping hot along with some garlic bread.

“Holy fuck.”

The lasagna was delicious and the bread, you'd cleared your bed off and sat and ate it while watching reruns of your favourite show. You'd found yourself fiddling with Eddie’s ring as you watched your favourite characters fall in love for the millionth time. Somewhere between their first night together and their first fight, you fell asleep, the last couple of days catching up with you.

The morning came far too quickly, the light shining through the thin curtains causing you to groan. Such a nice sleep, (a rare occurrence for you) but welcomed all the same. The sound of your phone buzzing made you sit up, your fiancé’s face on the screen. A moment of guilt bubbled inside you as you thought about last night's events and how you’d been nearly touching yourself at the thought of Eddie. Picking up the phone cautiously, you took a breath and answered.

“Hey babe.”

“Hey, there is my girl. How are you?”

“I’m good… you?”

“Going crazy, missing you. I was thinking I could come join you, what do you say?”

You desperately gripped onto the annoyed sigh that wanted to escape your lips, forcing a smile you tried to sound happy.

“I’d love that baby, but I’m here for work. I need to work.”

The lie fell so easily from your mouth, that you almost hated yourself for it.

“I know, but the wedding is so close and I miss you. The bed is so cold without you.”

“I miss you too, just a couple more days, I promise.”

Adam sighed, you could hear his frustration starting to bubble out. Of course, it was too much to ask for one phone call where he didn’t get angry at your job.

“Fine, your job is more important than our wedding, I get it.”

“Baby, no. I just have a deadline and I can't miss it. Once I’m done, me and you plus wedding plans okay?”

“Fine, I guess I can wait a few more days.”

“I love you.”

“You better.”

Adam hung up after that, and you sighed. You hated it when he was mad. Guilt was something that pooled inside you all too often.

Once you’d showered and got yourself ready for the day. You packed up your things, ready for Eddie to come meet you. Once you’d done the last-minute check that you had everything, you made your way down to check out. Walking to the desk, a different guy stood there, with long hair, smelled of weed and looked a little like he was in his very own little world.

“Hello? I want to check out please.” You said as you moved your hand to wave it in front of his face. Watching him come back to life, he looked at you and smiled. Handing him your key, you watched him as he typed on the computer and then looked at you.

“Your bill has already been paid, so there won’t be any charges on your card.” “What? But, no, who?” “Good morning.”

You couldn’t help but jump as you turned around and found Eddie standing there, rather close to you. Looking up at him, you found yourself swallowing hard as your mind went back to last night, all you could think about for a moment was how you were going to touch yourself to thoughts of him.

“Morning, did you?” “I did. How was dinner?”

“Very nice thank you, but you didn’t have to do that.”

Eddie grinned at you, shaking his head as he did. Reaching down, he picked up your bag he wasn’t even going to attempt to tell you that he wanted to. “Just say thank you.” “Fine, thank you, Eddie.” You said, watching him grin as he looked at you.

“You’re welcome. Come on, I have someone I want you to meet.”

Following him out to the car, a girl was sitting in the backseat, with wavy brown hair, and dressed rather smart.

“This is Nancy, I thought you could use some help with shops and things for your outfits so she’s going to come along.” Looking at Nancy, you smiled awkwardly.

“It’s nice to meet you.” You both said at the same time, only to let out a laugh. “Nance is a journalist, like the only one I can tolerate,” Eddie explained as he climbed in and started the car.

You found yourself fiddling, you’d assumed it would just be you and Eddie today. He said he’d tell you about what happened in Vegas, but yet he brought someone along. Was he going to tell you, or would you remain in the dark? You couldn’t help but think and worry. “Drop us here Eddie, you aren’t coming with us,” Nancy demanded after a while. “Come on, let's go get you some stuff.”

“Let me know when you’re done,” Eddie said looking at you, smiling gently you nodded. “And then we will talk, I promise.”

“I’m going to hold you to that Eddie.” You told him, before climbing out of the car and grabbing your bag.

Nancy led you to a small little store, that honestly sold the kind of things you’d wear. You couldn’t help but feel thankful as you stood looking over the different items of clothing. You could feel an awkward air hanging between the two of you and you didn’t like it one bit, glancing at her from time to time you noticed that she looked like she wanted to say something. “You know, I’ve never met a reporter that can hold her tongue.” You mused attempting to strike up a conversation.

“Sorry, it’s just… I dunno, I feel like I should be playing the protective friend card right now because Eddie means a lot to all of us, but at the same time, I want you to know that I loved your first book.” “You read it?” “Are you kidding? I have read it four or five times, I love it. Eddie borrowed it when he got here from Vegas, guess I now know why.” “You know it didn’t do very well.” “No, but it should’ve, it’s one of those unappreciated gems.” “Thank you, Nancy, that means a lot.”

“Are you working on the sequel?” “I am, I’ll have to send you a copy when it’s done.” “I would love that!” Nancy said practically fangirling in the middle of the store, causing you to smirk.

“Can I ask you something?”

There was a moment that hung in the air right then and there like Nancy knew you were about to ask something that probably wasn’t going to be a fun conversation like the one about your book.

“Okay...”

“Were you friends with Eddie during the whole murder thing?”

The air hung thick as you started to pick up different outfits, Nancy was biting her lip hard unsure if she wanted to have this conversation with you.

“I was, only just though. My little brother Mike was good friends with Eddie. Eddie ran a DnD group in school and kind of took in little lost lambs, it was really cute. To me, at that point, he was just the guy that was repeating senior year for the third time.” Nancy explained as she picked up different things and showed you.

“So what happened?”

“I don’t know if we should be talking about this,” Nancy said as she placed down a dress.

“I can’t even get him to talk about Vegas, I just want to know. I know he didn’t do it.” You assured her as you draped another dress over your arm.

“Eddie used to sell drugs, wasn’t a proud moment. But he did it to help his Uncle Wayne, you met him yesterday right?” Nancy paused for a moment as you nodded. “Chrissy, she was going through a bit of a mental breakdown. Things at home were really bad, her boyfriend Jason was a complete asshole and she turned to Eddie, needing some form of escape.” Walking with you to the changing rooms, you nodded quietly as you listened.

“Anyway, it was the night of a big basketball game, Hawkins won and after instead of going with Jason, Chrissy left with Eddie. As you can imagine, he was pissed, majorly pissed.” Nancy continued. “Eddie and Chrissy finished their business, and Eddie offered to give her a ride home, she declined knowing she needed to go meet Jason and the others to celebrate. Eddie left to go and run a book to Dustin’s house and came back to find Chrissy murdered in his trailer.”

Stepping out of the dressing room, you looked at Nancy to get her opinion on the dress, and she nodded in approval.

“Anyway, at this point, the sheriff was this complete asshole. He and some of the other guys from the station didn’t like Eddie, they thought he was like his dad. They said he was a waste of space, they would pull him over for random searches and shit, even though Eddie saved one of their lives. The only one that was good to Eddie was Hopper, but he had moved to California with his girlfriend and their kids.”

Paying for your items, you walked out together and headed to a shoe store together. Your mind was racing over the thoughts of all that had happened to Eddie, and you weren’t even sure that you were halfway through the story yet. But it was something you were desperate to know.

“Anyway, Eddie ran. Freaked out, scared. He ran off and hid, can’t blame him really, the murder was gruesome and it terrified him. The police instantly thought it was Eddie and began this manhunt. But Dustin, as in the guy who is getting married, believed that Eddie was innocent. So he and a few of us went to find him, wanted to find his story. We found him way before the police were able to and kept him hidden. It was dangerous, but we all believed him, he wasn’t that sort of guy.”

The pair of you stopped trying on shoes, sitting together, you listened to her words and bit down on your lip, you felt so sorry for Eddie. He didn’t deserve this.

“Jason didn’t like that Eddie was hiding, he believed that Eddie had done something to Chrissy, well that was what it seemed like anyway. He started this hate campaign against Eddie and his friends in the Hellfire Club, and that is when more murders started happening, so many people were convinced it was Eddie. People started beating up Hellfire members, the club was cancelled, and there was a manhunt for Eddie.”

“They caught him eventually right?” You asked looking up at Nancy.

“Yeah, they caught him when he was trying to save Dustin from rubble after the earthquake. What they didn’t know at that moment though was our friend Max had been attacked and there was a witness this time. Two witnesses.”

Nodding gently, you looked over at Nancy wanting to know more.

“Lucas and Erica Sinclair, they saw it. They tried so hard to tell the cops that it wasn’t Eddie, but they wouldn’t listen, they were convinced that the evidence pointed to Eddie. It wasn’t until Hopper returned, that he listened to us and we managed to find out it was Jason that had done it, done it all. He was released, but never got an apology from those assholes though.”

“Poor Eddie, he went through a lot.” You say gently.

“He did, but things are better now. You know he offered to buy Wayne a house. He declined so Eddie brought the trailer.”

You couldn't help but smile, Eddie was a good guy, a really good guy. A goofy loveable good guy who seemed to win people's hearts pretty easily.

“Did you guys ever find out why Jason did it?”

“Yeah, he thought Chrissy was cheating on him with Eddie, blind rage. Then he killed a couple more to really frame Eddie. It's pretty sick and twisted.”

“Yeah, it is.” You mumbled gently as you looked at the shoes you'd just put on your feet. You couldn't help but feel sorry for Eddie, it must've been an incredibly hard time for him. At least he had friends to support him, that was something at least.

Finishing up the shopping, you said goodbye to Nancy and sent Eddie a text to let him know that you were done and heading back to the hotel to pick up your hire car and get it returned. Honestly part of you just wanted some time alone, you needed to think. It was a lot to take in and this deal that you'd agreed to felt like a heavy weight on your chest.

The walk did nothing to clear your head though, you were even more worried about it all by the time you reached your car. Getting inside, you called Jenny, you needed a pep talk and she was usually the one to help when you felt like this.

“Hey sweetheart, it's so good to hear from you. Are you okay?”

“I…” You pause, unsure what to say. Were you okay? No, not at all.

“I…”

“What's wrong sweetheart?”

“I'm… I'm scared. Everything is just so overwhelming.”

“Hey, come on, talk to me,” Jenny said gently.

You began to explain all about the deal, what had happened last night, and how you lied to Adam.

“Sweetheart, it's okay. Calm down, everything is going to be okay.” Jenny assured you with the usual calming voice.

“I have to go to a wedding with strangers, I don't know anyone.”

“It's okay, you'll be alright I promise you.”

“But…”

“Take it one step at a time, maybe start with finding out what happened in Vegas.”

“Okay, yeah you're right.” You said, sighing gently.

“If you need me I'm on the end of the phone okay? I'm always here when you need me.”

“Thanks, Jen.”

“Anytime. I can't wait till you come home.”

“Bye Jen.”

Hanging up the phone, you sat there for a moment. Silence washed over you as you stared down at your phone. Home, did you even want to go there anymore? What was home? You weren't even sure anymore.

Driving back to the rental lot, you filled out the forms and returned your car. Of course, now you were stuck with your shopping bags and had no idea where you were going, but at least it was raining, it could've been far worse if it had been.

“Hey,”

Looking up, you saw Wayne pull up beside you. You couldn't help but smile.

“Hey, Wayne.”

“Would you like a ride? I was heading to meet Eddie.”

“I would love one thank you, I have no idea where I'm going.”

Watching him lean over and open the truck door, you climbed inside and sat down.

“Thank you for this.”

“It's no problem, you're going to stay at his place right?”

“Uhh, yeah. How did you know?”

“He called me last night, and asked to stay on the couch.”

“Oh, I didn't mean to throw him out of his own home.”

“Eddie wouldn't have offered unless he wanted you to feel comfortable and he certainly does,” Wayne explained as you headed to Eddie’s.

“Still…”

“He wouldn't have you wasting your money at a hotel when you could stay at his place.”

“He seems like a pretty selfless guy.”

“He cares about people; it's one of his best qualities.” Wayne paused for a moment before carrying on. “He's not had an easy life. The name Munson doesn't carry much respect around here.”

“But he has people who care about him here, that is something right?”

“Yeah, it is.”

You fell into a comfortable silence, heading down the roads to Eddie’s place. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to remember this. But you hoped you could remember the way there eventually.

As the car came to a stop, you looked at Wayne and smiled gently.

“Come on then,” You said as you opened the car door.

“I just wanted to give you a ride. I didn’t want to see you struggling with those bags.”

You stared at Wayne as he admitted that he didn’t actually need to come here. Smiling gently, you leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you, Wayne.” You said as you pulled away.

Climbing out of the truck, you grabbed your bags and waved at him as you watched him drive away. He was a good guy, and you couldn’t help but feel thankful you had met him. Turning around, you looked up at the house in front of you. A set of steps was in front of you that led up to a beautiful stained glass window front door. Biting down on your lip, you walked up to the house and knocked gently on the door.

The door flew open and Eddie grinned as he looked at you, reaching forward he took hold of your bags and moved so you could come inside. You looked around at the tall ceilings and beautiful wooden floors.

“This place is beautiful.”

“Thanks, it was pretty run down when I brought it. Me and my friends done it up.”

Your fingers ran along one of the high walls and you could feel him looking at you. It was almost as if you were unsure what to say to the other; it was incredibly awkward. You weren’t sure what to say. Your heart was racing seeing as you were alone with him.

“How many bedrooms?”

“Three.” “So, why are you staying at the trailer park?”

“Wha- I mean… Wayne… I wanted to give you some space, and I’ve not spent time with him in a while.”

“He gave me a ride here.”

You told him as you looked at a picture of Eddie, and two other lads, one in a baseball cap and one with quite a lot of product in his hair.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, he said he was coming to see you… he lied.”

You both let out a small laugh, he didn’t seem surprised by Wayne’s actions.

“When I was a kid after my Mom passed. I had this dream of having this wonderful family life with my father, but he didn’t have the same.” Eddie began as he stood beside you looking at a different picture, one of him and Wayne on Eddie’s graduation day.

“My dad would come take me home sometimes, we’d stay in our old family home. But then he’d go off drinking, Wayne would come to check on me and bring me back to the trailer park and I’d spend hours waiting for my dad to come pick me up.”

You stared at Eddie in silence as he spoke. Slowly you reached out and touched his hand.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, It took a while but then I realised that Wayne was the only family I needed.”

You smiled gently, Wayne seemed to have such an impact on Eddie, maybe that was why he was such a good guy, Wayne had helped him a lot.

“I grew up with a Dad, my mom died when I was young too. A car crash.”

You told him gently, biting down on your lip.

“I’m sorry, that couldn’t have been easy for you.”

“It was hard, but my dad was amazing.”

“Was it just the two of you?”

“Yeah, but… I have a brother, but he’s not by blood.”

“Sometimes that is the best way to have a family, the family I have these days only Wayne is my blood.”

“Sounds familiar, I have friends that are like family now. Jenny and her husband, they’re my best friends. I don’t know if you met Jenny.”

“Yeah, I did. She was nice, rather sweet.”

“Yeah, she is nice, she picks me up when I’m feeling down.”

You explained you missed Jenny, wishing that she was around. Why didn’t you ask her to come with you, it was a big mistake.

“Anyway, let's show you to your room.”

Following Eddie back to the hallway, you watched him pick up your bags. You moved to take them, but he swatted you away and smirked softly.

“I’m a gentleman.”

You laughed. It was a funny thought. Eddie Munson, the damn gentleman.

Following him upstairs, you glanced down at his butt as you went, biting the inside of your lip. He had such a nice butt, and you weren’t going to miss a chance like that to look at it. Looking up, you noticed him look back at you, almost like he knew what you were doing. Blushing, you looked away quickly and followed him to the largest room in the house.

“Here we are.”

He opened the door and you saw your bag sitting on the bed. Setting down your shopping bags, he looked at you with a grin.

“Do you want to get some lunch?”

You couldn’t help but wonder if Eddie smiled all the time, or if it was just when he was around you. Not that it would’ve meant anything, sure you were married, but that didn’t mean anything. None of this meant anything, you’d be back home soon enough.

“Hey, you okay?”

Looking up at Eddie, as you saw the look of concern in his eyes, you smiled and nodded.

“Lunch would be great… But, there is something I want to talk to you about first.”

“What is the matter?”

There was a tone in Eddie’s voice, that clearly said he was nervous.

“What happened in Vegas Eddie?”

His smile completely disappeared, and he stared at you with a nervous expression etched onto your face.

“You might want to sit down, it’s a long story.”

Taking a seat on the bed, you watched Eddie take a seat on a chair and begin to fiddle with the rings on his fingers. Silence fell across the room, as you sat waiting for him to start talking. Glancing up at him, he smiled an awkward smile.

“It started when I noticed you in the crowd...”

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