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daisybianca · 8 months

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pairing: lewis hamilton x femalereader

summary: lewis gives you secretly his number. you're hesitant to call him at first, but when you do, things get a little much more interesting.

warning: mentions of sexual activities, cursing words

(a/n): this is part one. Here's part two and part three.

YOU WERE STANDING in the loud crowd of people. Each one of them holding out a shirt, a picture, or a shirt to sign, including you.

You held out a white hat with a Mercedes emblem on it, hoping Lewis would notice it.

When he finally reached you, he looked at you for a few seconds and smiled.

What the...?!

He signed the hat and moved into the next person.

And when you turned around ready to leave, you looked down at your hat, seeing a phone number written on it.

Fuck.

"My best friend is a total idiot," your best friend shouted from the balcony of your apartment.

"Stop calling me an idiot!" You climbed out of bed. "Or at least try to be discreet with your very generous opinions about me and get your ass inside! I've got some deliciously hot neighbors who don't particularly need to know everything about me."

"Have you even been listening to me this whole time that I've been lecturing you about matters of life and death?" She sighed dramatically.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. "A random guy giving me his number isn't a matter of life a death, if you ask me."

"Did you just call Lewis Hamilton a random guy? My husband of nine years?"

"Oh, stop acting like a blushing schoolgirl," You brought your fingers to your temple and massaged the flesh there as if the movement could erase the brutal headache. "Besides, you dragged me to that race. Maybe it's your chance to hook up with your crush-since-for-ever!"

Your best friend's eyes narrowed. "What are you suggesting, filthy woman?"

"You shoukd call him. I'll give you his number right away." You strolled to find your back, but a habd found your wrist, stopping you.

"You're a mad woman. That's a fact."

You fake smiled. "Stop complimenting me that much. I don't think red suits on my cheeks."

"I swear, you're insane. The only reason I'm still by your side is because until 11th grade, you had my back when I sneaked out for parties, hooking up with whoever had a penis and a 6 pack."

You turned to face your best friend, hands in your hips and lips tightly shut together.

"You're seriously going to turn down this offer?" She asked.

"I wouldn't exactly call it an offer."

Your best friend rolled her eyes. "Yes. I'd call it stupidity, actually!" She waved her hands dramatically in the air. "THE Lewis Hamilton flirted with you, and you didn't even notice. Then he gave you secretly his number, and you're freaking going to ignore it?!"

"And what am I supposed to do about it? He's just a normal guy. Don't make him look like he's some God himself."

"First of all, yeah. Lewis is a God himself. He's mouth-watering hot, almost an 8 times champion, has a very cute dog, an 8 pack to stare at all day long, and much, much money," your best friend explained. "You should definitely call him. At least try to figure out why he gave you his number." She added in a calmer tone.

You exhaled and grabbed the white hat curled up under the sheets of your king sized bed. Gazing at the number, you then bit your lips. "Fine," you gave in. "But I'll call him tomorrow so that I don't seem much desperate, okay?"

"He was the one to make a very, very bold first move, and now you're afraid of embarrassment?!" She growled. "Come on! We only live once. Live some adventure, have some great sex, and experience a true love! I haven't seen you going head over heels for someone except that John guy in college."

"It hasn't been a long time since college," you said, contemplating whether you should count the years or not. You choose the second one. "I'll call him tonight. But don't think I'm doing it because I'm actually interested! I'm doing it exclusively for you." You explained, playing with the hem of your summer blue dress. "He probably is an attention freak who only dates supermodels."

"Baby, I assure you," your best friend came and sat next to you, her hand wrapping around you and caressing your cheek. "Supermodels would kill to look like you."

A smile appeared on your lips, and you gazed at your best friend. She always had a special eay about cheering you up and getting you out of your moody and grumpy vibe.

"Tonight." You said.

This has many potential to go wrong, you thought.

You didn't like wrong. You like safe and steady. But what if your best friend was actually right? (For the very first time of your 20 years old friendship.)

"Tonight." She repeated and smirked.

You turned your head and analyzed the hat with the calligraphic black numbers on it.

This couldn't get any more embarrassing.

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You let out a long, deep, and shaky breath, then dialed the number.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Three beebs later, a male voice answered the call. "Hello?" The tone was familiar and harsh, but you couldn't be entirely sure that it was him.

"Hey," your voice came out steady, much to your surprise.

"Who is it?" The man replied and now you were sure it was him.

The British accent.

"Um, I noticed a number written on my hat that you signed and--"

"You're the girl from the race?" He interrupted you very much, complicated thoughts that would sooner turn into much more complicated words.

"Yes," you replied hesitantly. "Maybe one of them, at least. In case you gave your number to a few more girls for fun."

A laughter sounded. It was bried but somehow contagious. "I assure you, love, I don't usually spread my number across my fans' hats and shirts."

Your senses kicked in, and the temperature rised in your body.

Love.

"So, why was I the chosen one?" You asked.

"Oh," Lewis growled. "Maybe I could answer that question face to face." He said and then added a few moments later, "Join me for dinner tonight, will you, love?"

You laughed. "Isn't it kind of early for us to meet?"

"I'm not going to kidnap you, I promise." You could basixally hear him smile on the other line. "You can bring a friend of your for more safety." He suggested.

"So that it could be two of us to be kidnapped, right?"

There was a moment of silence. "Not sure about that." He spoke a few seconds later. "I only want you to be honest."

You smiled.

Is he flirting with me?

Of course he's flirting with you, you idiot!

"Are you asking me out on a date?" You asked.

"Yes." He replied instantly. "I couldn't wait another torturing hour, anticipating a call or a text from you."

"Okay. I'm in then."

"What about tonight at 9 pm?" He asked.

It was about 7, so you guessed there was plenty of time to get ready.

"Yes, that'd be great." You smiled.

"Perfect. May I pick you up myself at nine?"

"I'm surely capable of driving my own car, don't you think?" You laughed.

"Maybe," he said. "But why actually do it if I can drive for you? I'll come pick you up myself, I promise."

"No cops, no kidnappers?" You joked.

"I promise."

Lewis Hamilton would drive for you...?

"Okay, then." You spoke. "See you tonight, Lewis. I'll text you the address."

You went to end the call, but he stopped you before tapping the red button. "Wait, wait--"

"Hmm?"

"What's your name, love?"

Your heart roared in your chest and your cheeks reddened.

You adored that nickname.

"Actually, this was the first thing that I would mention to a guy, but love sounds much better, don't you think?"

Lewis laughed. "Tell me your name, and I promise I'll use love every single time instead of it."

"Okay," you said. "I'm (y/n)."

A moment of silence occurred again. "Prettier than love, honestly."

"Maybe, but not when you're the one to say it." You smiled. "You know, that British accent can actually kill."

"Hmm," his voice sounded from the other line. "Weird thing. That is exactly what I could tell about your eyes, as well."

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mrswolffs-blog · 8 months

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Mrs. Wolff To The Rescue

Toto Wolff x Black! Reader

TW: Violence, Cursing

It had been a stressful day as the race wasn’t going well for the Mercedes team as tires were a bit mixed up and strategies seem to be failing rapidly. The two drivers were up in battle with the Ferrari and Redbull drivers as the other teams seem to be very far behind.

During this whole chaos, George’s rear wing had managed to get hit by Lewis after Max’s impatience took over and he slammed into the silver arrow. This sent George spinning off into the gravel on turn sixteen. This caused tension to rise in garage as Toto became angry the Dutch man’s antics.

Thought the next half an hour of the race, everything seems to be fine with Lewis until Max unfairly tried to overtake which ended in both the Redbull cars and the last Mercedes car to spin off the track as Perez unluckily was trying to move past them, yet he wasn’t fast enough as he got hit by Max’s spinning car.

All the reckless driving from Max along with him taking out both drivers of the Mercedes team lead to a furious Toto Wolff as he started yelling, only for him to get out the chair shattering the headphones across the desk upon impact from the slam of his hand. This scared everyone around him in the garage as he started pacing about, yelling out his frustration of the race to anyone in sight.

Bono decided that he had enough and called for backup. “Hello Y/n, your husband is here yelling at everyone after shattering another pair of headphone” he whispered into the phone. “Are you serious? What is wrong with this man?” Y/n groaned in frustration as she would have to leave work to save the team from her yelling giant of a husband for the third time this month. “Alright, I’m on my way. Don’t say anything to him” She grumbled as she got up from her desk. “Ok Mrs. Wolff but please hurry” Bono replied justly before the line went dead.

The whole fifteen minute drive, Y/n could only imagine how scared the workers must have been if it got to the extent of even one of Toto’s friends who works for him called. When she arrived, she parked the car right next to Angela’s who was waiting for her. “Y/n thank God you’re here, it’s like they’re being held hostage in there. He won’t stop ranting and yelling. No one has moved a muscle since Lewis’ crash.” Angela explained in panic. “Thanks for having Bono notify me and for putting up with his grumpy ass” Y/n mumbled in response as she was over her husband’s overreaction at this point.

They entered the paddock and the other teams immediately knew that a scolding was heading the Austrian Team Principal’s way. Y/n nodded fondly at a few people until she finally came to a stop at the Mercedes garage where she could hear her husband’s loud rants about some Dutch fucker who is out to kill everyone on the grid. She walked inside and signaled for them to keep quiet as she grabbed a stool. She carefully climbed the stool and looked at the back of his head before delivering a head pounding slap to it causing everyone to gasp.

Toto was so mad as he turned around to retaliate only to find his upset wife glaring at him. “Hii schatzi. What are you doing here?” He asked sweetly as he put himself together. “You tell me Torger Christian Wolff?! Why is it that while at work I’m getting calls saying that you’re holding your workers captive after scaring them?! Haven’t I specifically warned you about breaking headphones?! HUH TORGER?!” She angrily yelled at him as he guiltily stood quiet. While all this was going on, Bono had packed up his briefcase which was now in his hand as he waited for his wife to speak again.

Y/n got down from the stool and looked at her husband’s team as they waited for further instructions which went in their favour. “Okay, I know y’all have work to do so you get back to work and I’ll take this monster away. Tomorrow you’ll have a brand new boss okay?” She promised as they responded in union. “Thank you Mrs. Wolff” and went off to their respective jobs.

Y/n then turned to her husband still infuriated as she said “Give me your head” she demanded to which Toto bowed his head only for Y/n to start yanking him through the paddock and towards the garage by his ears like a naughty child as she grumbled on like a disappointed mother about his behaviour. “I have told you so many times before, stop smashing headphones, stop yelling at others, don’t scare people but NO, you wanna do what you feel like. Now look where it landed your ass huh?!”

The whole paddock and basically the world witnessing this found it hilariously cute that a giant of a man like Toto could be tamed by such a small person but at the end of the day she isn’t just a person, she’s his WIFE.

#toto wolff imagine #toto wolff x y/n #toto wolff x you #toto wolff #toto wolff x reader #toto wolff x oc #Toto Wolff angst

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idkwhatimdoinghere1655 · 8 months

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8/9/19 - Charles Leclerc

You were sat in your seat in the stands, and you had literally paid your last cent to be there. The week before, Charles Leclerc had won in Spa, and you had booked a plane ticket, a hotel room and a seat at the Italian Grand Prix in Monza as soon as you turned the TV off.

Yes, it was only his first year with Ferrari, but you knew Charles was special, and so was this weekend. You knew he was going to do great things, and you thought this weekend was going to be one of them.

He had the whole Tifosi behind him, and the stands were like a sea of scarlet. On the formation lap, he waved to the crowd and you couldn't believe that you were actually there. Excitement fizzed in your veins and anticipation was bubbling in your chest.

They were off before you knew it, and you saw as Mercedes constantly trying to overtake him. Lewis and Valtteri were on his tail constantly, and they didn't want him anywhere near the front of the pack.

But your thoughts about him were right, he was special, and he did everything perfectly. Every move, every turn, every break and acceleration were pulled off immaculately, and having the crowd around you added to the magic even more.

They cheered every time Charles defended his position, and they were just as on edge as you were. Here they came, hurtling down the main straight, and there was silence until everyone's eyes simultaneously turned to the scoreboard, the checkered flag popping up to his name first, then Lewis and Valtteri.

Everyone jumped to their feet, screaming and cheering. The girl next to you pulled you into a hug and you had never even talked to her for the whole time you had been here. You hopped in each other's arms, unable to articulate how you truly felt.

You all had the same idea as you scrambled out of your seats and sprinted to the podium. You and the girl were holding hands as you ran there, needing to be front and center as Charles collected his trophy.

You had gotten pretty close to the front with her, and you were even more excited for this than you were for the race. Then finally, they announced your top three drivers, and Charles stood proudly on his top podium position.

The big, beaming smile on his face was priceless, and you wanted to freeze time and stay there forever. All you could see around you was the striking red of the Scuderia, and you were all desperate for the Monegasque and Italian anthems to be over.

He was handed his trophy, and he hoisted it in the air as you screamed and clapped as loud as you physically could. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much, and you could already feel your voice going hoarse.

Seeing him up there, shining in the sun of glory, just felt so right. It was like a King addressing his loyal people, and that was what you were. Seeing the red on the top spot of the podium was something you desperately wanted to get used to.

They were allowed to open their champagne after a while, and you were just close enough that you felt a few droplets of it splash on your face. There was confetti and champagne falling from the sky, and you could have swore you made eye contact with him for a split second.

It was just a second, not even that, but there was no mistaking those dazzling green eyes looking at you with all the joy in the world. It wasn't for you, but it might as well have been. This was officially the best day of your life, and you would remember this for the rest of your life.

Once Charles had retreated back inside, the fans were still buzzing and took a while to move with their flags and signs, giving you chance to talk to the girl who you had been holding onto for dear life for a while.

"Well hello," you smiled at her, but then immediately feared she didn't speak English. Your Italian wouldn't be enough to get by. "Hi, how are you?" she breathlessly said, taking a moment to compose herself after the madness that had just unfolded.

"I am brilliant, how are you?" you said, not releasing her hand from yours.

"I'm great, what's your name?" she smiled. She was stunning, with deep brown eyes and the most rich, chocolatey brown hair. "I'm Y/N, what about you?"

"I'm Adriana, I flew from Spain just to watch the race and it has paid off amazingly!" she giggled as the crowd slowly started to move towards the exit. "I flew from home to be here too! And I am so glad I did," you gushed, and you were still holding hands as you walked.

"I think today was the best day of my life," you muttered, everything that had happened was slowly sinking in. "Yeah, so do I," she agreed as your legs carried you aimlessly around the paddock. "Do you want to go out tonight to celebrate?" she asked, eyes wide.

"Yeah, I think that'd be great," you said, glad to have someone to celebrate this momentous occasion with you. "I know the best places around here, I come every year," she told you.

"Where's your hotel?" You asked.

"It is just around the corner, you can come back with me, you look like the same size as me," she gushed, and you already felt like you had found a close friend while you were here. "Sounds great," you smiled, completely ignoring everything you had been told about stranger danger in the past.

You walked into Adriana's hotel room, and it was bigger than yours and had plenty of space for the two of you to get ready in. "The closet is there, pick out whatever you want," she smiled, "I'm going to do my hair," she said, retreating into the bathroom.

Adriana's clothes were beautiful, and it was hard for you to pick just one thing to wear tonight. You ended up with a curve hugging, sequin covered gold dress that made you stand out from a mile away. And that was exactly what you wanted.

"And I thought that dress looked awful on everyone, turns out I was wronger than wrong," Adriana complimented, coming out of the bathroom with her hair and makeup already done. "Thanks, your clothes are stunning,"

"I try, I try. Can I do your hair? Please," she said, gently tugging you towards the vanity mirror that had a seat in front of it. "Sure," you said, sitting down at the mirror and looking at yourself. "OK, I have an idea," she said, softly teasing your hair out of the bobble that held it in place and grabbing two pieces from the front.

She braided them and brought them together behind your head. "Can I do your makeup too?" she asked, putting her hands on your shoulders. "As long as I get to pick what you wear," you bargained, and a smile formed on her face. "Deal," she said, lunging for the makeup on the table.

Adriana didn't hold back on the gold glitter over your eyes, and a gold shimmer on top of the soft blush on your cheeks. You both opted for the red lipstick as a homage to Ferrari from your day, and you were all done.

"Dress time!" You laughed, striding over to the wardrobe and scanning your eyes over the garments that she had in there. There was only one option, and you pulled it off the hanger and threw it at her.

It was a lot like yours, but in blue and green that twisted and mixed around her body. It really suited her skin tone and darker features, and she had already done her eyes in a light blue anyway, so the dress matched perfectly.

After some time, you were both ready and she lead you to the club you'd be celebrating at. The strobe lights fazed across the room as they moved over the grinding bodies of people dancing to the loud music.

"Dance with me chica!" Adriana yelled, dragging you into the mass of bodies and pulling you against her. Eventually, you had danced to the other side of the crowd and were on the edge of the dancefloor.

You couldn't help but feel a pair of eyes tracing up and down your figure as you swayed your hips to the music. You turned, but all you could see was the red rope that forbade people from going into the VIP section without access.

"I'm going to get a drink!" You yelled to Adriana, untangling yourself from the hoarde and making your way to the bar. Just as you could finally catch one of the bartenders eyes, the other bartender handed you what looked like a mojito.

"Sorry, I didn't order this," you said, pushing it back towards him.

"From the gentleman over there," he said, pointing you in the direction of a guy at the other end of the bar. He waved as you looked at him, but you couldn't make out his features. You held your glass up as a cheers, before taking a sip. You pointed over to the corner so that he knew where you'd be, and you went to sit down for a second.

You could already feel your skin feeling sticky with sweat as the club was boiling. Loads of bodies mashed together, respiring to keep going. Someone sat down in front of you, and you were slightly disappointed to see Adriana, a drink in her hand. "Let's raise a glass to Ferrari on three Y/N!" She shouted, getting ready to cheers. "3,2,1,"

"He won in Spa, he wins in Monza!" You both chanted, people casting you glances of confusion. Yet again, you felt a pair of eyes lingering on you, but you turned to see nothing but the shadowy figures in the VIP section. One of them raised a hand and sent a wave towards you, and the figure was the same one as at the bar.

You waved back, and this caught Adriana's attention. "Oooh, someone caught your eye?" She smirked.

"Just some guy who bought me a drink, he's through there somewhere," you said, pointing over to the VIP section.

"You wanna dance again? He might come to see you," she giggled, finishing off her drink as she stood from her seat. You nodded, finishing off your mojito as you shot a cheeky wink into the VIP section, having a feeling that he was watching you.

You danced with Adriana, laughing as you playfully grabbed each others hips. You had only known her for a few hours, but it felt like you had known her for years. Suddenly, she stopped moving completely and her eyes grew wide in surprise.

You felt a pair of hands firmly grip your waist and pull you back against the owner's chest. "Give yourself a minute, because I think you'll die," Adriana leant forward and whisper-shouted in your ear. She danced away through the crowd as you carried on swaying with the stranger.

The suspense would kill you if you waited any longer, so you turned around in the stranger's grip. You couldn't believe your eyes and your heart stopped thumping in your chest, the only vibrations pulsing through you being the drum of the bass in the music.

"You do like mojitos, right?" He smirked that dazzling smile and gazed at you with those emerald eyes you had seen directly in yours for a millisecond earlier that day. You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. "Yeah, I do," you spluttered, tentatively placing your hand on either shoulder.

"What's your name, pretty girl?" He asked, pulling your arms over his shoulders so your forearms rested on his shoulders. This felt more natural as you felt his hands slightly shift on your waist. You could feel the warmth of him through the fabric of your dress. "I'm Y/N," you stuttered, trying to snap out of the stupor that was convincing you that he was stood here, dancing with you.

"Well Y/N, I'm Charles and you are absolutely stunning," he smiled, pulling you as close as you could. "What would you say if I asked you and your friend to come and spend some time with me and my friends?" He asked, and you could tell he was just asking. It didn't feel like he was trying to pressure you, and he wouldn't take it personally if you said no.

There was no chance in hell that you were saying no.

"Yeah, sounds great. I'll go get her," you said, and you saw that smile again. And you had put that on his face. You had. And that feeling was unlike anything else.

"OK, come straight through, we're the only ones in there. They guys will let you in. We'll see you in a bit," he said, winking at you. You nearly melted on the spot and you still couldn't believe it was happening. "Oh my fucking god Y/N!" Adriana screamed, shaking your shoulders, "That was Charles Leclerc! He just danced with you,"

"And we're going to the VIP section with him and his friends!" You screamed, the two of you squealing and jumping up and down. You grabbed her hand and dragged her through to the red rope. "Sorry ladies, no passes, no entry," the burly bouncer said, stepping in your way. Adriana looked at you in panic, but you had already spotted your knight in shining armour coming to your rescue.

"Hey, they're with me," Charles said, unclipping the rope and standing aside for you. "Ladies first," he said, letting you through.

"Thank you," you smiled, walking through as he slung an arm around your shoulder. There was a dance floor in the VIP section, but it only had a few of Charles' friends on it. "Can I get a drink for you lovely ladies?" One of Charles' friends came over to you.

"I'll come with you," Adriana said, latching onto the blonde guy's arm.

"I'll get you a drink in a bit, but do you want to dance?" Charles asked, moving his arm from your shoulder to your waist. His touch was like electricity and there were sparks every time his fingertips brushed over your skin. "You think I'm going to say no?" You laughed, taking his hand and pulling him there quicker.

"I hoped you wouldn't," he said, pulling you in close again. His fingers trailed over your waist and down to your hips as they roamed your body. The music was quieter here, so it allowed you to think better.

You had seen him earlier, celebrating a win that would go down in the history books as one of the greatest, and now you were here, dancing with him with his hands on you. "Could I just," he started, leaning down.

He didn't need to finish his request, you already knew what he wanted, and you were happy to give it to him. You closed the gap between your lips, and his were soft, gentle. You wanted to pinch yourself, just to make sure this wasn't some dream.

But when you pulled back and saw the look in his eyes, you knew you weren't dreaming. It was like your hearts beat to the same drum. His eyes flitted around your face, searching for any sign of discomfort or unwillingness.

Instead, he was met with a huge, insuppressible grin. He dove back in again, with more hunger, with more passion as you tangled your fingers in his hair. "Come back with me?" He asked, and it sounded more like he was pleading with you.

"Let me tell Adriana I'm going, OK?" You nodded, and he let you go without a second thought. It had only just dawned on his where he recognised you from. He had seen you at the race. That meant you already knew who he was.

Well, he should have guessed that by the reaction he received from you when you first saw him. It was something about the bright scarlet on your lips that made him crazy.

"Hey Adriana? I'm going back with Charles now," you told her, finding her draped over Charles' blonde friend. She had a dazed look on her face, and you could tell they were both drunk out of their minds. "I'll text you tomorrow, alright?"

"Yeah, enjoy," she giggled, winking at you. "Hey, Y/N, what day is it?" she slurred, obviously not in the state of mind to be asking normal questions. You glanced over to the door, where you saw Charles.

He was leant against the wall, his crisp shirt slightly wrinkled and his jacket slung over his shoulder. You still couldn't believe he was there, and you were going home with him. He smiled that smile that could melt your heart in an instant, and you thanked your lucky stars.

Someone was certainly watching out for you that night.

You pulled your phone out of your bag, and you couldn't help but smile as you saw the 8/9/19 at the top. "This is the best day of my life,"

A/N - Mercedes threw everything at him, Charles Leclerc has coped brilliantly! HE WON IN SPA, HE WINS IN MONZA! CHARLES LECLERC HAS WON THE 2019 ITALIAN GRAND PRIX!

Yes, that was the best day of my life.

(P.S Suggestions are open 💖)

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geryone · 9 months

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Tagged by @briarhips (thank you ❤️) to make a post of 9 book recs!!! ❤️

1. The Book of X by Sarah Rose Etter

Etter is quickly becoming a new favorite writer! Cassie is born with her abdomen twisted in a knot and her family owns a meat quarry. So weird & so good.

2. The Dumb House by John Burnside

One of my personal favorites. A man tries recreating an experiment to discover the origin of language. The narrator experiments on his own children. The story itself is so upsetting but the worst part is living in the mind of the narrator who feels NOTHING.

3. At Night All Blood is Black by David Diop

A small book that packs a huge punch. The story of a soldier’s descent into madness in the trenches while fighting in WWI.

4. Our Wives Under The Sea by Julia Armfield

Lesbians, deep sea horror, & the experience of grieving someone who is physically still with you

5. Strange Beasts of China by Yan Ge

This audiobook was INSANE!! Have listened to it many times. Scifi book about different types of “beasts” that exist in the world. Told in different short stories. Think about this book often!!

6. My Dark Vanessa by Kate Elizabeth Russell:

I don’t recommend this lightly. This one is hard to read & deeply uncomfortable. About the relationship between a 15 year old girl and her 45 year old teacher. Partly told from the perspective of 15 year old Vanessa & also from Vanessa when she’s 30. A reflection on trauma & the inability to let yourself believe you are a victim.

7. The Death of Jane Lawrence by Caitlin Starling:

Essentially Crimson Peak. Gothic horror & such a fun audiobook to listen to in the fall.

8. Rien Ne Va Plus by Margarita Karapanou:

This book is about a relationship ending & all the cruelty and pain that are involved. Told from the perspective of both people. Adored this!!

9. Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis:

This book was formative read for me as a teenager. A retelling of Psyche & Eros told from the perspective of an older sister. I related so hard to Orual the first time I read this :(

Tagging: @jockpoetry @coffee-writes @iloveyoumorethangod @emiliosandozsequence @bloedkoraal @mermaidteeth @saintmelangell @woundthatswallows @oliverisms @othellho @typewriter-worries @unmarrow + anyone else who wants to :) !! Always looking for more recs

#I love doing these!!! suck at writing little summaries but you get the idea #I talk a lot about poetry but I also read a lot of novels & im touching to read some more

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One More Sleep

Photos are not mine except bottom center, that is me with real life Ginger. All others are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: None really…little angst if you squint, maybe a swear word or two but mostly pure Christmas fluff, all the bunnies and all the unicorns. Alludes to smexy time.

Word Count: 5.7K-ish

Summary: Part of the Gingerverse. You and Billy were married in January and are excited to spend your first Christmas together as a married couple but he takes a job out of town close to Christmas and he may not be back in time to celebrate with you or attend your work ugly sweater Christmas party.

A/N: Title is a song by Leona Lewis off of her album, Christmas with Love. Real life Ginger did pick her Christmas karaoke song and another one that I put together in a Christmas karaoke playlist that I’ll link at the end. Frank and Reader have more interaction with each other in this one. It’s pure fun with a little bit of conflict. I hope you like it and enjoy your holiday season!🎄

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“Why can’t someone else go, Billy?” You asked with an elevated tone.

His open garment bag was on the bed, a few crisp suits and ties rested on top as he packed his toiletry bag. You weren’t the only one who was having a hard time with the fact that Billy had a job out of town so close to Christmas, he was too.

He hated disappointing you which is why he was trying very hard not to look at you.

Your arms were folded protectively across your chest as you leaned against the bathroom door frame while he angrily threw things into his bag.

“You think I wanna be away from you, baby?! It was either me or Frankie and I’d rather not take him away from his family this time of year. He was away from them enough when we were deployed.” He said.

His voice was low and angry. You knew he didn’t want to leave you but he had no choice, it was a big opportunity for the company and the team to travel to D.C. for a job. He just didn’t know exactly how long it was going to take.

This was supposed to be your first Christmas together since you got married back in January so when he told you about this job, you were very happy for him and the company but also sad that he might not be home for Christmas.

“I know, Billy. I just wanted to spend my first Christmas as a married woman with my husband.” You said, relaxing your shoulders and dropping your arms away from your chest.

Billy looked up from the bathroom counter and into the mirror to look at your reflection. He smiled that perfect smile at you, the one he always gave you when he didn’t want you to be mad at him anymore.

It was hard to stay mad at him when he flashed that smile at you but you weren’t really mad, just a little sad and disappointed.

He turned around and held his arms outstretched, he wanted to hold you.

“Come here, sweet girl.” He said softly.

Billy pulled you into his chest and kissed the top of your head. You snaked your arms around his torso and you could hear his heart beating against your ear. The tension in your shoulders eased as you closed your eyes and felt the warmth radiating off of his body; he always managed to make you feel better.

“Well, if I’m not home in time, that just means you get to spend Christmas Day with Ginger.” He said. “So it’s not all bad but I will try my hardest to get home in time.”

You could feel him smile against the top of your head.

“No, it’s not all bad. But if you’re not back in time, you’re gonna miss my ugly Christmas sweater party at work too.” You said in a disappointed tone.

Billy tilted your chin up so you were looking into his rich brown eyes, they looked like two endless pools of black ink and you never failed to get lost in them. He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to yours. You could taste the fresh peppermint on his lips as you delicately scraped your nails against his scalp.

“I know, I’m so sorry my love. But I put Frankie in charge of that job, your company wanted security for it, I guess in past years you guys have had some party crashers?” He asked.

This was the first you were hearing about your company hiring Anvil for security at your party so it caught you off guard.

“Oh! Yeah we’ve had some crashers in the past. So wait, Frank will be at the party? Oh, Ginger is gonna torture him. Did you tell him there’s usually karaoke?” You asked.

Billy gave you a devilish smile.

“No, but here’s the best part…I told him he had to wear an ugly Christmas sweater because that’s what your company wanted but that was a lie. He’ll be the only one from the team wearing one. He’s gonna kill me but it’s gonna be really funny.” He said with a wide smile and raised eyebrows.

“Billy Russo!! That is SO mean!” You exclaimed, trying to hold in your laughter.

He kissed you again.

“I know, but hey that’s what we do…we prank each other. This is a good one though! And don’t you dare say anything.” He said, pointing his long slender finger at you while you were biting down on your lower lip.

God, you loved him so much.

“I promise I won’t say anything.” You said.

“I love you, sweet girl.” He whispered in your ear.

You smiled affectionately at him and replied. “I love you too, handsome. Ooh I can’t wait to tell Ginger!”

You turned and ran out of your bedroom toward the kitchen when Billy called after you.

“Hey, what did I say?!”

You yelled back from the kitchen. “Oh she’s not gonna say anything, Billy! Trust me, she’s gonna want that to happen more than anyone!”

He just shook his head and smiled.

God, he loved you.

**********

“Wait…so I need to make sure I heard you correctly. Frank thinks he has to wear an ugly Christmas sweater to the party because that’s what work wants him to do? So he ‘blends in?’” Said Ginger, typing away on her keyboard.

You turned your head to answer her. “Correct.”

A wide Cheshire cat smile stretched across her face.

“Aaaaaand Billy told the rest of the team to dress in their normal work clothes and not to tell Frank about it?” She asked.

You nodded. “Yes.”

“Oh my god, this is gonna be the best party ever! He also has no idea we have karaoke at this thing, does he?!” She asked, full of excitement.

“Nope!” You replied.

“He’s gonna be PISSED!!” Ginger said, clapping her hands together. “I gotta figure out which Christmas songs to sing!”

The wide smile slowly disappeared from your face. You were excited for the party and had the perfect ugly Christmas sweater but remembering that Billy may not make it back in time for the party OR for Christmas was a little upsetting. You tried to smile anyway but Ginger could see right through it.

“Billy may not make it back in time, huh?” She asked.

Shaking your head vigorously back and forth, you answered, “He said he’s not sure how long this job was going to take. Was I wrong to be upset with him for going out of town so close to Christmas?”

“You have a right to be upset, all you wanted was to spend Christmas with your husband and now you might not be able to…anyone would be disappointed.” She said.

You nodded.

“But hey, even if he doesn’t make it back, I’m gonna make sure we have a fun Christmas. Ok?” She said with a warm smile. “I’m gonna get champagne, breakfast food, oh and we’re soooooo sleeping at your place because…penthouse! Make sure my room is ready!”

Life was certainly better with friends like Ginger and you were probably just as excited as she was to see the look on Frank’s face when he realizes that he didn’t have to wear the sweater and Billy pranked him.

Even though it would be difficult, you were going to try and enjoy the rest of the holiday season.

**********

You tried to keep as busy as possible.

There were days where you went shopping with Ginger, or had dinner with the Castle family because Frank and Maria didn’t want you to be inside the penthouse all alone.

Before he left for his trip, Billy had put your Christmas tree up. You loved that the penthouse had high ceilings so you could pick out a very large tree but a real one didn’t fit in the elevator so you settled for a very real looking artificial tree. Nothing was more important to Billy than to see a smile on your face or make you laugh and he knew that setting the tree up would make you happy.

So most nights you would sit in the dark with only the tree lights on, drinking your tea, and looking at all of the ornaments. The soft warm glow of the white lights illuminated the ornaments in front of them nicely.

Your parents let you take the ones from your childhood that used to be on their tree, then there were the ornaments Billy had given you, and the ones that the Castle children had made for you that had their pictures on the inside. It really warmed your heart that they called you “Auntie.”

The busy streets below shined brightly with festive white lights placed in trees and buildings all around the city. There wasn’t anything quite like New York City at Christmas time.

Looking out at the moon, you wondered if Billy was doing the same. It loomed large encased in an ethereal glow while the bitter winter wind howled past the window. You suddenly felt cold; you missed him terribly and wanted him home but there wasn’t anything you could do about it except wait.

Billy had already been gone for a week, Christmas was four days away, and he still didn’t know when he would be coming home. A tear streaked down your cheek remembering the phone call with him earlier. That one did not end well.

“Wait, so you might miss New Year’s too?!” You had said, sternly.

Touching the palm of your hand to your forehead, you had closed your eyes, trying very hard not to get upset with him but the stress had been too much.

It was a little lonely working all day and then coming home to an empty apartment, listening to Christmas music and looking at the tree alone, baking cookies without him sneaking one when you weren’t looking, or taking a sip of your hot chocolate before giving it to you to make sure it wasn’t “too hot.”

“Hey, I’m not doing this on purpose, alright?! You know I hate being away from you but this is my job, sweet girl. You know this! You know who you married, I’m not always a 9-5!” He had yelled.

He was right. It wasn’t his fault; you knew who you married and it was good business for him but before you could apologize, he had ended the call. Billy was the closest person to you: It was just easy to take it out on him and he didn’t deserve that.

You tried to call him back but it went to his voicemail.

“I’m so sorry, Billy. I know some things can’t be helped and it’s not your fault. It’s good for your business and I’m happy you’re doing so well. I just miss you…I love you, baby.”

Billy shuts down when he gets angry and still doesn’t quite know how to navigate his anger so he keeps it all inside, and then it comes out sometimes in explosive ways.

You had a feeling you may not hear from him for a couple of days.

**********

“So he just hung up on you?” Asked Ginger.

You needed to have an after work drink and vent the next day.

“I shouldn’t have snapped at him, Ginger.” You replied.

“And you haven’t heard from him today?” She asked.

You shook your head.

“No…and I doubt that I will. I tried to call and apologize but he didn’t answer.” You said, taking a sip of beer.

“Well hey, our party is tomorrow, Christmas is in three days, and I know he’s not here with you but we’re gonna have fun alright?” Said Ginger. “Plus we get to bust Frank’s balls about the sweater. Maria said it’s a good one but she wants it to be a surprise.”

She started to laugh which brought a smile to your face and made you laugh too.

The two of you clinked your glasses of beer together.

“Thank you for making today better, Ginger.”

“You are very welcome!” She replied.

**********

December 23

It was your last day of work for the year. The company always shuts down for the week between Christmas and New Year’s, not completely but most of the employees have a bit of a break which is really nice but again, you didn’t want to spend it alone.

That was another reason you got upset with Billy; you have a week off from work coming up and before he went away, he told you maybe he would take a couple of days off with you but now that was also in jeopardy.

On your way out of the building, you could see the silvery gray clouds overhead and the air was dry yet it had a fresh scent to it. It smelled like snow. The scent brought you back to your wedding day when Billy smelled the snow coming…and he wasn’t wrong. The weekend he proposed to you, you told him it smelled like it was going to snow.

Until you told him, he had no idea incoming snow had a scent. You weren’t even sure that it did but it always smelled the same to you and your nose was never wrong. And now you were on your way home, about to get ready for your Christmas party but you couldn’t get Billy off of your mind.

You missed him.

It was difficult to concentrate on getting ready when all you could think of was Billy but luckily Ginger came over and distracted you as you were getting ready.

The two of you had matching ugly sweaters so you obviously had to show up to the party at the same time. The sweaters were red and green, wrapped in silver garland with red and green Christmas bulb ornaments on the front and back.

“These are gonna be such a hit!” She said, excitedly. “They are so loud but so fun!”

“The only thing that would make them better is if they lit up.” You said with a smile.

“Well, we’ll look for something like that next year, let’s go!” Said Ginger.

She pulled you out the door by your coat and the two of you headed for the elevator. On your way down to the ground floor, she reassured you it was going to be a great night, you were going to have fun, and maybe get your mind off of Billy even if it’s just for a little while.

You really hoped she was right.

When you arrived at the party, it looked like the company really outdid themselves this year with everything…the food, the decorations, and of course, the security.

Frank was hard to miss in his sweater…it was gray with snowflakes all over it and it had the body of an elf on it so Frank’s head was also the elf’s head.

You tried your best but you and Ginger could hardly contain your laughter.

“That’s uh, a nice sweater Frank.” You said, trying to control yourself.

Ginger was practically in tears, she was laughing so hard.

“Maria was right, that is a good one!” She cackled.

Frank folded his arms across his chest, trying to cover up the body of the elf but it didn’t help. The more uncomfortable he looked, the funnier it was.

“I’m gonna wring your husband’s neck when he gets back, you know that don’t ya?!” He bellowed. “I’m the only one dressed like this!”

Another member of the security team saw Frank in his sweater.

“Lookin’ good, Castle.”

“Yeah? You think this is funny, Wilcox? Keep walkin’ and go do your job!” Said Frank.

“We’ll be back later, Frank! Hope you’re ready for karaoke later!” Ginger said, walking away.

Frank stopped you while Ginger walked away to go mingle.

“Your husband’s a dead man, kid. Tell him right now, I’ll wait.” Frank said.

The smile disappeared from your face. “Yeah, he’s not too happy with me right now, Frank. I, uh, got angry with him when he said that in addition to maybe not being here for Christmas, he may not make it home in time for New Year’s either.” You said in a low voice.

The tears that welled up in your eyes was instant, almost like it was a reflex. You hated fighting with Billy but you were under added stress with the holiday’s coming, family obligations, parties, etc.

You explained to Frank that it was just a busy time of year and everyone had slowly been chipping away at your patience level and you took it out on Billy when he didn’t deserve it. You just wanted to spend Christmas with your new husband.

Frank put a hand on your shoulder and squeezed.

“I know what it’s like to not be with your family during the holidays, kid. I couldn’t thank Bill enough for letting me stay behind so I could spend this time with Maria and the kids. But I know that he hates that he’s had to spend this time away from you. He told me the other day when I talked to him. You are his family.” He said.

The side of your mouth curled up into a half smile as you gently brushed the tear away from your cheek. Billy Russo was your husband, the love of your life, and the person that made you happier than you ever thought you could be.

But no matter how many times you reassured him of your love for him, sometimes he was still scared that if he didn’t do everything perfectly, that you might end up leaving like his mother had done or anyone else that he had cared for.

Billy was strong; he was a survivor and had already gone through so much heartache that you tried your very best to make sure he knew he was loved and that you weren’t going to abandon him…ever. You showed him that he didn’t have to try so hard to be the perfect husband, the perfect lover, or the perfect friend because nobody was perfect.

You certainly weren’t. But you were perfect to Billy because you loved him more than anyone ever has. He finally had what he had always wanted which is why he tried so hard to not disappoint you and shutting down was easier than trying to say how he felt.

It was something that was always a work in progress with him; he needed to hear those words…”I’m not going anywhere, Billy. You can tell me, it’s ok. You are good enough.”

But sometimes, you would need that reminder too. You needed to remember that he needed that extra coaxing and encouragement so you could continue to help him put back together the pieces of that fragmented little boy inside that he desperately wanted to fix. And he worked very hard at that…for you.

“I love him so much, Frank.” You said with a hitch in your voice.

Frank smirked. “He loves you too, kid. It’ll be alright…you’ll see.”

“Is Frankie the elf gonna go tell Santa what I want for Christmas?” You started to laugh.

He couldn’t help himself; he started to laugh too.

“Ya know, we were having a nice moment and you had to remind me that I’m wearing this ridiculous sweater!” The gruff tone to his voice sounded even more intense but he was still smiling. “Alright, get outta here, go have fun and lemme do my job, yeah?”

“Thank you, Frank.” You said with a playful smile.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart…Bill’s still a dead man though.” He asserted. “Ginger was kidding about the karaoke, right?”

A sly smile stretched across your lips as you walked away.

“RIGHT?!!!” Frank called out after you.

“See ya later, Frank!” You answered back and waved.

Now you were ready to have a little fun.

**********

The lights dimmed a little lower after dinner, the bar was open, and it was almost time for karaoke. Frank looked more and more uncomfortable by the minute. Not only was he in a silly Christmas sweater, he was going to be subjected to Ginger’s singing until the party was over. She tended to hog the microphone at parties like this but no one minded because she was so entertaining.

If you asked Frank though, he would most definitely disagree which made her performances even more entertaining to see the grumpy look on his face. He couldn’t even leave the room because he had a job to do.

He held it together for the most part but the song that had him wanting to fling himself out into traffic was Christmas Wrapping by the Waitresses. What’s not fun about watching Frank squirm while Ginger entertains the room? It definitely had you in stitches.

Bah, humbug!" No, that's too strong

'Cause it is my favorite holiday

But all this year's been a busy blur

Don't think I have the energy

To add to my already mad rush

Just 'cause it's 'tis the season.

The perfect gift for me would be

Completions and connections

left from Last year, ski shop,

Encounter, most interesting.

Had his number but never the time

Most of '81 passed along those lines.

So deck those halls, trim those trees

Raise up cups of Christmas cheer,

I just need to catch my breath,

Christmas by myself this year.

Ginger did her best to get everyone in the room to sing along too. “Come on everyone! Help me out here! Frank loves this song!”

Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!

But I think I'll miss this one this year

Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!

But I think I'll miss this one this year

Mingling around the room, you conversed with co-workers, had a couple of drinks, and then decided it was time for you to do a couple of songs.

Billy was usually your focal point, staring intently at you with his infectious smile that lit up any room. The way he looked at you showed everyone how much he was in love with you and that you were the only woman in the world for him.

The duet you and Ginger did of Baby It’s Cold Outside was a HUGE hit. The two of you were in matching sweaters, so of course you had to do a duet of some sort and you had a blast doing it. Frank did seem to enjoy that performance from the sly smirk you noticed across his mouth.

When Ginger walked away and left you by yourself with the microphone, you were nervous so you felt the need to explain the reason why you chose the next song. You gave them all the short version.

“My husband is out of town at the moment and I really miss him. So I keep hoping that it’s only one more sleep until I get to see him again.” You said softly into the microphone.

Snow is falling all around us

My baby's coming home for Christmas

I've been up all night inside my bedroom

He said that he'll be with me real soon

You weren’t quite the entertainer that Ginger was but your performance wasn’t bad.

So I wait

And I wait

But I've had as much as I can take

'Cause I've got 5 more

nights of sleeping on my own

4 more days until you're coming home

3 more dreams of you and mistletoe

2 more reasons why I love you so

I've got 5 more nights

until you're next to me

4 more days of being lonely

3 more wishes I can barely breathe

If I can make it to

Christmas Eve then it's

One more sleep

(one more sleep until it's Christmas)

One more sleep

(Can't believe how much I missed us)

One more sleep

(One more sleep until it's Christmas)

One more sleep

When you looked off to the side, you noticed Frank talking on the phone. His eyes kept shifting from the entrances to the room then to you and back to the entrances. You assumed he was just doing his job but you did wonder who he was talking to.

Now I don't think I can remember

A cold and lonelier December

And I find myself staring at the window

Wondering when you're

gonna get back home

It had been a little lonely the past couple of weeks but you had great friends that were there to make sure you were ok and didn’t have to spend the season alone.

So I try

And I try

But there is nothing I

can do to pass this time

I've got 5 more nights

of sleeping on my own

4 more days until you're coming home

3 more dreams of you and mistletoe

2 more reasons why I love you so

I've got 5 more nights

until you're next to me

4 more days of being lonely

3 more wishes I can barely breathe

If I can make it to

Christmas Eve then it's

One more sleep

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed movement over where Frank was standing. A tall slender silhouette glided into the room, the man’s back facing you as Frank talked with him.

Frank was all smiles when he embraced the other man, also in an ugly sweater; they were both laughing and pointing at the other’s sweater; he squeezed his shoulder and glanced over at you as the other man turned around to look at you.

Until we're rocking

around the Christmas tree

Until I got you sitting next to me

We got a lot of catching up to do

I just can't take this missing you

Even with the lights down low, you knew that smile anywhere.

As Billy came closer, you could see his sweater better. It was black and white with red along the collar, the cuffs and the hem. Pictures of reindeer, Christmas trees, snowflakes and candy canes were splashed all over it. The sweater was hideous.

5 more nights on my own

4 more days

3 more dreams

Mistletoe

I can't believe I ever let you go

5 more nights of sleeping on my own

4 more days until you're coming home

3 more wishes I can barely breathe

If I can make it to Christmas

Eve then it's one more sleep

It'll be one more

(One more sleep)

It'll be one more

(One more sleep)

One more sleep

You weren’t even sure the microphone was back on its stand before you took off running. Before you could jump into his arms, he held his hand out to stop you.

“Whoa, wait one second sweet girl!” He said with a welcoming smile.

Confused, you stopped just short of crashing into him when he reached into his sleeve and pressed something. Lights all over his sweater started to twinkle and he extended both of his arms, welcoming you into an embrace.

“Merry Christmas, beautiful.” Said Billy, pulling you into his chest.

He squeezed you tightly and you, in turn, squeezed back. His body was a warm cradle for yours as you rested your ear against his chest. “Merry Christmas, handsome.”

Cupping your cheeks, his liquid brown eyes flicked from your eyes to your mouth as he leaned in to kiss you. His long slender fingers traced down the hollow of your throat and the bristles of his beard raked against your soft cheeks.

“Are you surprised?” He asked.

“I think you know the answer to that, baby.” You lightly touched your lips with your fingertips, trying to place the sweet taste to Billy’s lips. “Is that chocolate, I taste?” You asked him.

Billy chuckled. “Well when I stopped home to change into my sweater, I found the cookies you made.” He said.

“You sniffed out those chocolate chip cookies inside the sealed Tupperware?!” You asked.

He winked at you. “I found the peanut butter ones too. You’ve been busy! They’re delicious.”

“You are such a sugar junkie, my love.” You said with a playful smile.

The smile on your face quickly disappeared in favor of a slight frown while you tried to apologize to him.

“It’s alright, sweet girl. You already apologized…I’m—I’m sorry too. What I’m NOT sorry about is having Frankie wear this sweater! That is a good one.” He laughed.

Frank pressed his lips together in a straight line, a look of embarrassment washed over his face along with playful hate for Billy.

“The only reason I don’t give you a black eye right now is because y/n is so happy you made it home.” Frank growled. “Oh no, Ginger has the microphone again. What time is this party over anyway?! I can only take so much, kid.” He said.

You glanced at your watch. “Thirty more minutes, Frank. And are you saying you DON’T wanna do this again next year? Ginger will be disappointed if you don’t.” You giggled.

Billy couldn’t take his eyes away from you. His stare was incessant and made the hair on the back of your neck stand up but in a good way. He drew your hand up to his lips and planted a soft kiss along your knuckles sending delightful sparks down your spine.

“I’ll gladly go out of town for a job so I don’t have to do this again next year!” Said Frank. “But I like seeing you smile, sweetheart. And as much as I wanna slap that smirk off of his face, I like seeing this guy smile too.” He said, pointing at Billy.

“Come with me, beautiful. I wanna show you something.” Billy said into your ear.

Clinging to him tightly, you didn’t want to let him go but you let him lead you out of the room. His fingers laced with yours, you had to take two steps at a time to keep up with his long strides.

Frank called out after the two of you. “HEY!! Where do you two think you’re goin’?!! Don’t leave me here alone listening to this!!”

You and Billy left the room while Frank was forced to listen to Ginger do her best Mariah Carey impression.

Oh, I just want you for my own

More than you could ever know

Make my wish come true

Oh, baby, all I want for Christmas is youuuuuuuuu!!!

“Where are we going, Billy?” You asked.

He turned to look at you over his shoulder. “Just outside.”

As you got closer to the door, you could see the sidewalk was covered by a light dusting of snow, the street lamps illuminated the snow as it gently fell from the sky, and the cold winter air stung your lungs as he ushered you outside.

The snowflakes were so big, they almost didn’t look real and the surrounding city sounds were muted as a subtle smile stretched across your lips.

“I knew it…I could smell it on my walk home today. Is this my Christmas gift, handsome? You brought home snow!” You exclaimed, your hand tightening firmly around his.

Billy shook his head, clusters of snowflakes gathered in his rich brown hair and his eyes locked on yours. The feeling of butterflies in your stomach gradually intensified as he continued to gaze at you, not noticing people on either side of you passing by.

“I wish I could take credit for this, baby but have you noticed that it we’ve had snow during some of our biggest relationship milestones?” He asked, pulling you in close again.

He noticed too.

“When we got engaged…the day we got married…and now our first married ‘almost’ Christmas.” You replied with a warm smile. “I thought about that earlier today, actually.”

It was cold but with Billy’s arms wrapped around you, the cold didn’t seem to bother you. You could only imagine what you look like to the people walking around outside, holding each other in the snow with your ugly Christmas sweaters on with Billy’s actually flashing different colors but it was nothing less than perfect.

“It’s been ok the past year, hasn’t it?” He asked with concern in his voice.

You pulled away to look at him. “What do you mean, Billy?”

“Our marriage…I know we fight sometimes but I—“ He said before you cut him off.

Billy Russo wasn’t scared of anything. He had been to war, survived childhood trauma, and found the one thing he thought he’d never have…love. Not only did he fall in love, that person in turn, loved him back.

“Of course we fight, Billy! I’d be worried if we didn’t! How many times do I have to tell you that you don’t need to be perfect?” You asked him.

His lips curled into a shy smile. “At least one more time, sweet girl.”

“Billy Russo, I will always fight for you and I will never give up on you as long as you try…as long as we both try. I don’t need you to be perfect. All I want and all I need is you.” You said, trying not to let your tears fall but failing miserably. “I love you.”

You felt his warm breath against your eyelashes before he leaned in to kiss you, the scent of his cologne on his sweater was faint but still there, and his cold fingers wrapped around your neck like a necklace.

You drew in a sharp breath as his mouth slanted over yours, parting your lips with his tongue, kissing you desperately, and telling you over and over again how much he loved you.

“I love you too, baby.” He said softly. “You ready to go back inside?”

“Y-y-yes.” You replied, your teeth chattering slightly.

“We’re taking Ginger home with us, I’m assuming?” Asked Billy.

“Her room is ready and waiting.” You said. “She’ll be with us for Christmas too.”

A devilish smile extended across Billy’s mouth, a smile that you knew all too well, and with that smile, you knew you were in trouble as soon as you got home.

“I hope she packed noise cancelling headphones because, Mrs. Russo, your sweater is really doin’ it for me.” He purred in your ear.

You could feel yourself blushing as you replied.

“Oh…you’re not joking, are you.”

He had a feral look in his eyes when he slowly shook his head back and forth. You wanted him just as badly as you whispered back,

“Well…let’s go home then, Mr. Russo. You can probably get a better look at it if I JUST wear the sweater.”

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Lewis being soft for his girlfriend??? Like I feel like people are intimidated by him because he’s so renowned and successful but I feel like if he was in a relationship he’d just be so soft and caring! Taking baths with reader when she had a rough day, or cooking with her! He’d spoil her, too. Just give her pretty jewellery because he wants to and because he likes seeing his girl wearing pretty French lace lingerie and diamonds that he bought her. - 💎

take care of you | lewis hamilton

soft bf lewis that’s the only warning 😩 he’d be such a great bf I’m jealous

“What are you thinking about, love?” Lewis asked his girlfriend, who was looking at her new purse that he just bought her.

“I’m trying to think what outfit this purse matches with.” Y/n sighed. She then put her new purse down and walked to towards Lewis, who was looking at his phone. They had just gotten back from a day of shopping.

“Look, someone’s mom saw us at the store.” Lewis showed y/n the tweet.

“I guess I’m the f1 version of Georgina. Not mad about that, she’s great.” Y/n said as she started to put away her new purses in her and lewis’ walk in closet. It was getting packed, but she always found a way to make things fit. Lewis was always the one buying her gifts anyways. He always used the same excuse: “it reminded me of you! How can I not buy something that reminds me of you?”

“Are you hungry? We can order food.” Lewis asked her.

“Actually I’m thinking of cooking today. I saw this recipe online and I want to try it out. Want to help?” Y/n questioned, joining Lewis in their bedroom.

“Of course. I love your cooking.” Lewis pressed a kiss to her lips.

So they spent the afternoon cooking a new recipe. It took more than expected since at any given time, they would distract each other with jokes or do a little dance since Lewis had put on music. But eventually they made dinner. When Lewis wasn’t busy, their nights would often end with them cuddling on the couch as some random show they were trying to catch up on was playing on the tv.

But some nights weren’t like that. Lewis had come home a day earlier than expected from Brazil. He wanted to surprise y/n with some flowers and a home cooked meal. When he heard the front door open, he had just finished putting the flowers in a vase.

“You’re home.” Y/n smiled warmly at him. She looked like she had been crying not too long ago so Lewis immediately walked towards her to give her a much needed hug. “I missed you so much.” Y/n mumbled as Lewis kissed her forehead.

“I’m here.” Lewis comforted her. “Want to tell me what’s wrong?”

Y/n sighed. “Just some work drama that’s extremely childish and somehow I got involved in. I’m just happy to be home and that you’re here.” Y/n kissed Lewis. She then noticed the flowers on the kitchen counter and smiled. She was glad she had found someone like Lewis to spend her life with.

“I made spaghetti. You want to eat now or take a bath?” Lewis suggested. They both looked at each other and started laughing as they had the exact same idea.

Soon, the couple was inside the bath filled with bubbles. Lewis had lit some candles and put them around the bathtub. Y/n had her back against Lewis’ chest. And in that moment, she felt like all her problems in the world were suddenly gone. It was just her and Lewis, something that sounded like a sweet dream that she never wanted to wake up from.

“I wish we could stay like this forever.” Y/n said to Lewis.

“We could.” Lewis replied, as he played with the rings on y/n’s hand. “I love you, y/n.”

“I love you more, lew.”

“I think you’ll love me more when you see what I bought you.”

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully. “Gucci? Fenty? Prada?”

“You’re horrible at guessing. Remember that set from Victoria secret that was sold out everywhere?”

Y/n gasped and sat up to face Lewis. “You didn’t!”

“When I said I was going to take care of you, I meant it.”

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please tell us your angsty abo pack au thoughts!! I cannot stop thinking about sad angst upando and the packs reaction to him running away

I am so happy to talk more about this au, and the pack reactions!

After everyone cooled off that night, Charles and Max do tell Lewis that he was too hard on Lando. Max especially tells Lewis off for growling at Lando, and Lewis agrees. They all end up admitting to being an asshole to Lando, and it's Alex that says that he thinks something was wrong with Lando because he was clinging to them all and normally he's not the time to seek constant affection.

Although they want to fix it, they know Lando needs space and they're all feeling guilty. So they devise a plan that starts with Charles making breakfast, and essentially decide they're going to spend the day spoiling Lando and apologising to him

Except when Charles goes to wake Lando, Lando is gone and all there is is a letter that ends with "I'm so sorry I was such a burden. You don't have to worry about me anymore. I won't bother the pack again", and Charles is yelling for Lewis. The smell of distressed omega just flooding the house and it only gets worse when the others realise what's happening

Charles is crying, clinging to Pierre and Alex. Max, who wanted to apologise to Lando last night, is mad at Lewis and the others and filled with guilt. Alex is trying to call Lando, just constantly hitting redial and George is having a breakdown because "i told him that. I told him he needed to grow up and stop being a burden"

And Lewis is panicking. He is riddled with guilt and fear and worry, and when he finally thinks to call Jenson, Seb and Kimi in the hopes that Lando went to them, he's just crying and begging for them to help them find Lando

#abo pack au #lewis #pierre #charles #max #george #alex #dando #sebastian/kimi/jenson

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Little Logan maybe 4 or 5 is so happy to have met Lewis and holds his finger and even leans in close to him giggling cause he likes the rumbles Lewis is making and he’s got Momma, his two favorite people. Lewis noticing max is freaking out and shyly offers them to stay at his place and max is quick to say no but Logan gets so excited and Max can’t break his poor babies heart and Lewis bringing them to the garage and Logan is so excited even bumping into Toto who looks down at the little pup and lifts him up and has him sits next to him and Logan is so good, still holding Lewis finger though as Lewis attempts to flirt with Max

Plss little Logie being so excited! Squeaking and babbling and Lewis before nosing into momma for little breaks cos its also a bit overwhelming! Lewis rumbling a little and Logie is in awe of the sound, tells momma to listen to it too while Max just blushes.

Max panicking about what to do and where to go now and Lewis offers to help, and first has them come to the garage and ofcourse Max can't say no cos Logie is so happy!

Toto being a little bamboozled when Lewis shows up after the crash with a young Omega momma and a tiny grinning pup but he doesn't question it. Toto asking Maxy if Logie can sit with him for a bit and pulls a chair over for Max too while Lewis gets everything sorted to take them back later and eveb manages to get them the insulin monitor and equipment they need for Logie!

Also Logie giggling and hitting his little fist on the table like he has seen toto do in videos abd Max starts to panic, thinking the Alpha will be mad and the scent of fear has Lewis running back over from his driver room, only to have Toto grinning and tickling Logies tummy while rumbling comfortingly at the young momma!

Maxy and Logie are merc pack now!

#asks #single momma au

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lovesickry · 10 months

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- the devil is in the details.

┈⋆⭒ daniel ricciardo x fem!reader [2.2k] ┈⋆⭒ part 6 !

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ find all parts here!! .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ contents: sexism in motorsport, angst, lots of feelings, fluff?!?! not really proofread .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ a/n:literally was emotional writing this .

you had slept surprisingly well last night, a deep, dreamless sleep. one you desperately needed. a break from your constant reminiscence of daniel.your alarm woke you up and you felt content as you got your bag ready for the day and made you coffee, grappling your paddock pass before walking out the door. walking onto the paddock was probably the most nervewracking thing you’d ever had to do, pretending to know what to do, pretending that you weren’t utterly lost and shamelessly darting your eyes around for somebody, anybody wearing mercedes kit. you found your way to the garage, by some slight miracle, discreetly trailing after a man with a mercedes shirt and headset on. sliding yourself next to the only other person you knew. the race engineer. introducing yourself and doing the necessary checkups on the cars pre-testing performance. it was only practice today, FP1 and FP2, but it was still a time to see how the car performed and if you needed to contact any mechanics or get toto involved, the calm before the storm kind of. you’d settled into the garage, then the drivers started arriving, more than ever yiu shive your head down, dreading the moment you see a trail of redbull saunter past. you do, through the gap in the computer screens and the desks and the people you see him, smiling just as you remember, bright and warm. you fought the urge to scrunch your nose, hiding your disdain. he tilts his head towards the mercedes garage and you dare to meet his eyes if he spots you, his attention is drawn quickly away by max catching up to him and striking a conversation.

you let a breath out you didn’t know you were holding.

in the first practice, mercedes were leading the pack 1,2. valtteri behind lewis by 0.551 seconds. ahead of both red bulls, the whole garage was happy about that and the ferraris too.

practice 2 did not go as smoothly as you would’ve like it to, or anyone working for mercedes would’ve liked it too. started well, valtteri taking the lead, but after a few laps, the ferrari of kimi räikkönen hit him, sending him into the gravel. causing an uproar of groans from the mercedes garage as trackside engineers and mechanics had to be sent out. it continued after five minutes and didn’t do much changing to the standings. hamilton 1, bottas 3. not bad at all. and you weren’t too mad about daniels 3-place grid penalty.

the day had gone well, as well as any first day, you’d met a some other engineers and crew, but you couldn’t shake the skepticism of you belonging there. you kept telling yourself: you did belong, you did deserve it. you’d a girl named lucy, she was the only female mechanic that you’d seen and you clicked almost immediately in the short time you’d spoken, much easier to talk to someone who knew you deserved to be there, rather than someone who questioned it. she was also australia, but grew up overseas, she had a slight accent when she spoke, later she told you that she grew up in france and recently moved back to australia. you’d impulsively asked her if she wanted a lift to work tommorow and she’d nodded eagerly, admitting she hadn’t yet purchased a car only recently moving and had been catching the bus or getting an uber. figuring offering to drop her home would come off to eager, you walked towards the car park until you went your seperate ways, waving goodbye and exchanging numbers. walking back to your car, just updating yourself on what you missed that day, grace started a new job as well today and no doubt she would have something to say about it.

you hear your name from behind you, faint. you turn around briefly, head just over the left side of your shoulder. you wished you hadn’t. daniel is jogging towards you, your eyes widen as you understand the situation. concluding that turning around and walking to your car faster sounds like the soundest idea in your head. you didn’t want to run, but daniel would catch you otherwise, you ease into a much faster walk. your just about to open your car door, hand on the handle, when you feel his hand on your wrist. all too familiar, all to nostalgic. oh god. you rip your hand out of his grasp and dear to look at his face. so up close after this long.

he’s in more redbull kit, but loose jeans. he hasn’t worn skinny jeans since you got drunk and told him that baggy jeans on men were more attractive. he’s slightly puffed, and his balaclava still indenting his face, his hair messy and slightly damp. he stares at you for a bit. suddenly your aware of your closeness, stepping back, looking away. nobody speaks, it feels like forever, but it’s probably only thirty seconds of silence before you say anything.

“what is it daniel?” you say, exasperated. after all his hatred and ignoring and behaviour, he’s chasing you down after work.

“can we talk?” he asks. his voice is soft. surprisingly so.

you scoff. “why?” you shrug, getting angry now.

“why now, daniel? why not all those times in the past year where i reached out and tried so hard to make the effort and you brushed me off, not taking into account that my mum died and maybe i needed my best friend then. or somebody to be there, but instead you dissapear and then you don’t respond or leave me voicemails late at night saying weird cryptic shit. wanna talk about that daniel? talk about the fucking shit you left me in, shit that i had to deal with all by myself. 3 weeks after she died and you came over, you told me everything would be fine and i fucking believed you. i let you leave, i came to find you after the race and you were just about to fuck somebody else in your drivers room. wanna hear about that? yeah i felt sick, then you dissapeared. i wished you happy birthday daniel, i waited to hear from you. i texted you after every race, do you remember that?”

your raising your voice now, and honestly your grateful he’s not interrupting, this being something you’d wanted to get off your chest for as long as you could remember.

“i told you i was there, FOR YOU, my mum died and i was texting YOU “are you okay”. is that what you wanna talk about? - or is there something else shitty you did between that time and now?”

your voice does not waver and your chin does not wobble, you are stoic and you are profoundly proud of yourself for that fact. he’s getting on your nerves now, giving you a look of pity, you want him to get as angry as you are. you want him to react, to respond.

“well”

he’s speechless, he has no excuse and he knows it. he takes a long, shaky breath out. you look at him, looking down at the ground, begging him to say something. you’d had enough. if he wasn’t going to say something now, he wasn’t ever going to say anything.

you reach for your door handle again, getting the drivers door open and siding in, he puts his body between the door. your legs not yet in the car yet, he stands between them, looking down at you. a position reminiscent of a night you’d wish you could forgot in order to continue to forgot him. he reaches out, wanting to touch your arm. he’s aching for your skin, he’s falling apart and he needs the feeling of you against him to put him back together. you let him, too exhausted to fight back anymore. his hold on your arm is feather light and delicate, his fingers daring to move in slight patterns but he stops himself, he did not have any right to do that.

taking another breath he finally speaks.

“fuck- i- i- know dylan, okay, i know”

you wait for him to continue.

“i know i’ve been a dickhead-“

you interrupt him “still a dickhead”

he lets you, even letting out a small nearly undetectable laugh.

“yeah i know, and i’m not saying we have to be friends again okay, if you don’t want that or whatever. i’m just, when i called you and asked if you were coming to work here and then the shit i sent you after. that was shitty and i don’t want to have to ignore you or hate you from so close up, so i just-“

a breath again.

“i wanted to say that, can we be civil. i won’t talk to you or anything, i just want to be able to look at you without you looking at me like you wished i was dead.”

you’re looking at him, his features growing soft and his eyes growing sad.

“i’d never wish you were dead”

“hah” he lets out

“anyway what i’m trying to say and really dragging out now is that i’m so sorry. i left you and i dissapeared and im so fucking sorry. and i don’t know why i didn’t realise it sooner, maybe it was because i hadn’t seen you in so long that you’d almost become a figment of my imagination, but your here now.” he gestures towards you and him.

“and you’re so real, and it hurts not being able to talk to you. i know it’s all my fault and i don’t to say that. but i miss you dylan. i miss what we had, and i miss when you cared about me. i know that you don’t lo- like me anymore, but please just don’t hate me”

oh god.oh christ. oh fuck. you do care about him. embarrassingly so, you cared about him too much, positively more than he cared about you.

you open your mouth and then shut it again.

“i-“ a deep breath

“i don’t hate you. okay? i never did. it was just still painful to care about like i did.”

that was the most honest thing you’d ever said.

“and for the record, i don’t forgive you, but i can agree to the no malicious action toward eachother.”

“what can i do to make you forgive me?”

you look at him.

“time. a good reason. a proper apology, maybe then”

he squeezes your arm then, a sign of affection. you accept it blindly. and you find yourself climbing out of the car and grabbing his shoulders, pulling him into a hug. it’s like two pieces of a puzzle, the other one been missing that you’d only found one night after a few drinks and he fits perfectly against you, and he’s warm like you remeber, and he smells like you remember and he rests one hand in your hair like you remember and you rest one hand on his back and it’s warmer than it usually is, and your both breathing eachother in, deeply and wholely. trying to consume the other, letting words unsaid be said in breaths taken. his head is next to your ear when he says.

“i’ve missed you so much dylan, you can’t imagine”

he’s shaking slightly, as though your touch is causing him pain. you head nestled into his neck pulls away briefly to look at him again and repeat to him.

“i’ve missed you more than you’d ever know.”

you put your head back into his neck.

“but i cant forgive you.” you can’t let yourself, not after the mental turmoil youve put yourself through for him, because of him. he shakes harder at that comment, and you hold him tighter. tears threatening to fall. you pull away. whiplashed from the emotions seeing him and touching him that brought from you, he is flushed, tears scratch at his eyelids and there is a line between his eyebrows.

“i’ll see you tommorow, i don’t hate you, we’re okay”

it’s a shock that your voice does not crack once in that sentence. an odd string of words by all accounts to people who did not hear the conversation.

“i don’t hate you, i’ll see you tommorow and i’ll look at you nicely” he says it with a slight smile. lifting the mood slightly.

“of course you will, dork” you grin now and so does he, the smile you’d missed so much, that every person on the earth loves.

“thank god you got a new car, i’d worried you’d still be driving that poor toyota corolla” he was referring to your first ever car that you’d gotten a few years second hand and maybe had a few problems

“the mechanic had to pry it out of my dying hands”

“i believe you”

“i’ll see you tommorow”

you open the car door, unrestricted this time. you glance at him one last time and smile, he smiles back. god you’re nearly happy.

“bye dyl” he waves

the nickname slips in so easy and you relish it, the humanness of his behaviour. as soon as you leave the staff car park you’re smiling out the windshield like a fucking idiot.

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five-rivers · 2 years

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Ancestral

Danny had been having a rare peaceful, lazy Sunday afternoon when the call came in, relaxing on the couch with the astrophotography book Jazz had gotten him for Christmas. It was early January, and the ghosts hadn’t come back yet, and the teachers hadn’t assigned too much stuff right after the break, so he was caught up.

It was unusual. It was nice.

He should have been waiting for the other shoe to drop.

The phone rang. He ignored it. Anyone calling him would call his cell phone, and his parents were right there, in the kitchen.

He listened with half an ear as someone - his mother, by the sound of it, although it might have been Jazz - pushed back a chair and walked over to the wall the phone hung on.

“Hello, this is Maddie Fenton speaking.”

He’d been right. He smiled a little and turned the page. Those were some nice nebulas.

“Matthew? I wasn’t expecting– What? No. No, that can’t–” She fell silent for a long minute, quiet except for exclamations of shock. “Do you know how–? I understand. I understand. Of course we’ll be coming. I might not agree with- with– Oh, god.”

There was a sort of heavy sound, and Danny got up, leaving his book on the couch. His mother was sitting against the wall, under the phone receiver. Jack and Jazz had both gotten out of their seats, their projects abandoned on the table.

“Okay,” said Maddie. “Okay. I understand. We’ll be ready to go when they get here. Okay. Call me if anything… Alright. Matthew– I’m sorry. I wish–” She shook her head. “I’m sorry. We’ll be there.” She dropped the phone and let it hang from its cord, the ‘no signal’ noise coming on a minute later.

“Mom?” asked Danny. “What happened?”

She looked up. “Your, um.” She rubbed at her eyes. “That was my cousin, Matthew. Grandpa Alfred and Grandma Rose…”

Those were her grandparents, Danny’s great-grandparents. Maddie’s parents had died before Danny was born.

“What happened?” prodded Danny, well aware it couldn’t be anything good.

“They died,” said Maddie, softly. “A earlier– Last night– Hours ago. And so did– So did your Great Uncle Theodore and your Great Aunt Isabella. And, um, my cousins William and Martin.”

“Oh my god,” said Jazz. “What happened? Were they all on a plane together, or…?”

“No,” said Maddie. “They don’t know what happened. Aunt Cathrine and Uncle John aren’t doing well, and apparently Vivian is missing.”

Of course Aunt Cathrine and Uncle John weren’t doing well. Their spouses had just died. Danny wasn’t doing all too well himself, and he couldn’t say he’d been close to any of them. They were still family.

“What about the others? Lewis and Leo? Or Iris and George? Or Joanna and Eugene?”

“I don’t know,” said Maddie, pushing her hair back from her face. “Matthew didn’t mention them. I’m sure if something happened to his kids he would have said something.”

“We’re going, aren’t we, Mads?”

“Yeah,” said Maddie. “Um.” She scrubbed her sleeve across her face. “Kids, go get packed. Jack, we need Spector Deflectors for all of us.”

“You think it was ghosts?” asked Jack.

“Six of my family members just dropped dead with no cause of death,” said Maddie, voice breaking in the middle of the sentence. “Grandma and Grandpa were ninety-eight, but Martin was our age. And all at once? It’s just like with my parents…” She shuddered, then started the process of pulling herself up off the floor. Jack gave her a hand up. “There’s a ghost involved.” She shook her head. “I warned them.”

She and Jack went to the lab door. When they got there, she turned back. “You need to go, showers and pack now. I don’t know how long it will be before they’ll pick us up.”

“A flight to Chicago from London usually takes eight or so hours,” said Jazz. “So at least that, unless they sent someone to pick us up before calling.”

“I don’t know,” said Maddie. “It sounded like– I don’t know.”

“Alright,” said Jack. “I’ll take care of things in the lab, you get our things together for the trip.”

“Jack, you can’t do it all by yourself.”

“I’m just getting the deflectors and making sure everything is off. You’re doing the packing.”

Danny knelt on the floor, debating. The last time they’d visited that part of the family had been before his accident. There were a lot of things he wanted to bring, but what he could bring was a different story. The fact was, he had no idea what the plane would allow, much less security and customs, and some of his stuff was incredibly suspicious.

Vials of green, glowing, liquid, anyone?

Meditatively, he rubbed his hands over the spot in the floor he’d phased his special first-aid kit into. There was definitely going to be trouble. It would absolutely be useful to have a way to patch himself up. If anyone saw some of the more… unusual items, there would be questions he couldn’t answer.

Maybe he could just take the less suspicious parts? Nothing with visible ectoplasm in it.

He phased the kit out from the floor and continued packing. The funeral would undoubtedly be a formal event, but he knew he’d be doing some snooping, so he wanted to bring something he could move in…

The enormity of what had happened hit him again, and he swayed. So much of his family… It didn’t matter that they weren’t close. Both his heart and his core cried in grief and out for justice. Maybe it would turn out that it had been some kind of freak accident in the end.

But if it wasn’t, whoever was responsible would be very sorry indeed.

As Danny forced the last of his gear into his suitcase - using only a little phasing to get it done - he heard a car pull up in front of Fentonworks. Then another. Then another.

He looked out the window. Down below were three huge dark gray cars, each one built squat and stout. If he didn’t miss his guess, the tinted windows were probably bulletproof and the interiors armored.

They were exactly the kind of vehicle Sam would hate and Tucker would love.

Oh, crud. Sam and Tucker.

He grabbed his phone, belatedly remembering to throw the charger into his bag, and dialed Sam.

“This is a bit early for you, isn’t it?” said Sam, by way of greeting. “Did the ghosts finally come back?”

“Um,” said Danny, “no.” He wasn’t sure how to say this. “My great-grandparents just died, and, um, my great-aunt and uncle. And some of my cousins.”

“Oh my gosh, Danny, are you alright?”

“Not really,” said Danny. “I’m still… processing.”

“What happened?”

“I don’t know, Mom didn’t say. We’re leaving right now, and I don’t know how long we’ll be out of town–”

“Danny! Jazz! They’re here!” called Maddie from downstairs.

“I’ve got to go,” said Danny. “Just keep an eye on things? Please?”

“Of course,” said Sam. “Call me when you can?”

“Yeah. Could you call Tucker, I called you because I knew you’d be awake, but–”

“Danny!”

“I really have to go, thanks, bye!”

He snapped the phone closed and hefted his suitcase over his shoulder. No more time. He had to hope things wouldn’t collapse too badly while he was gone. He had been out of town before.

But he didn’t know how long this would be.

He reached the ground floor at the same time his dad came up from the basement, a small amount of ectoplasm splattered on his jumpsuit.

“Are you okay?” asked Danny.

Jack made a face, but then forced a smile. “Sure thing, Danny-boy! Just shutting down the portal while we’re away.” His smile twitched. “It’ll… probably be fine while we’re gone. Shouldn’t be too many more natural portals in town, as long as we don’t leave it off for too long.”

“Right,” said Danny, offering up a very similar smile.

“Maybe I can ask Vladdie to look after the portal while we’re gone?”

“You’ll have to call him later,” said Danny, hoping Jack would forget.

They emerged into the entryway, where there were several large men wearing suits. Danny could see, very faintly, the outline of real guns under their jackets. One of them was more familiar than expected.

“Mr. Kynbaz,” said Danny. Even knowing Matthew was sending someone, he didn’t think it would be Mr. Kynbaz.

“Hello there, Master Daniel, Dr. Fenton,” said Mr. Kynbaz, with a soft but rather strained smile.

“I didn’t think you ever left the country,” said Danny, before he could think better of it.

Mr. Kynbaz’s expression twisted in pain. “We were a only a couple hours north, in Canada.”

“Oh, for Johanna and Eugene?” asked Maddie. “I’d forgotten they were visiting his father there this year…”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Mr. Kynbaz. “They left for home on their own plane; we have a charter for you at the airport.”

“Alright,” said Maddie. “I don’t suppose you have any other news?”

“I’m afraid not, ma’am.”

“Alright,” said Maddie. “Alright. So, we just… go.”

Mr. Kynbaz nodded. “If you would let Mr. Rigyn and Miss Blys take your bags, we’ll get you into the cars.”

Maddie nodded and stepped forward.

“One at a time,” said Mr. Kynbaz. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but with as little as we know, I don’t want your whole family to be out in the open at once.”

Danny felt himself go pale. That wasn’t something he’d even considered.

There was a brief discussion about bringing the GAV instead - it was armored - but in the end they left the house and got into the car one by one.

Mr. Kynbaz entered last, settling into his seat with a sigh. He pushed a button on his earpiece and said, “Princess Madeline and family are secured. Move out.”

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