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tags: alternate universe - non-drivers, tattoo artist! fernando alonso
notes: i love strollonso? kinda? i'm very normal about them? i hope?
"Done. I get this wrapped up and⸺Lance, you okay?"
Lance blinked owlishly at the mention of his name. The steady buzz of the tattoo machine had ceased, but he could still feel the vibration all the way to his teeth. His head felt light but in an odd way and he couldn't feel the tip of his fingers. He should have taken the offer for a break.
"Lance? Oh, poor boy." There was a rustle before a warm palm gently cupped his face. Lance nudged back against the touch pitifully. "How are you doing, chico? Do you need time?"
Yes, time is good, Lance nodded his head, squinting his eyes to fight against the haze in his vision, what he needs is some time alone with his ultra-attractive tattoo artist. Nothing else matters in this world.
He heard a choked-out laugh before the touch withdrew. "Nooo," Lance whined, long limbs flailing to get that hand on him again. "Where're you goin'?"
The owner of the hand didn't return, which left Lance extremely dejected. He sat slumped in his chair and, through his woozy head, he wondered where went wrong. Perhaps he was being too much. But it wasn't his fault that he found his tattoo artist attractive. He was an adult man, a bisexual man, with fully functioning eyes. And his tattoo artist kept calling him 'baby', which did nothing to appease said attraction.
He was so not getting another tattoo, lest he would do something stupid like fall in love with his tattoo artist.
"Fernandooo," Lance called out, half-whining again. His chest ached, but that was probably because he just had needles poking his skin.
"Lance," Fernando said from somewhere nearby, and Lance perked up at the sound of his voice, "I'm wrapping your tattoo up, baby. I don't want this to get infected."
At the explanation, Lance let out a sigh before leaning back against the chair. Fernando probably gives amazing aftercare, if this is how he treats his customers, Lance thought dreamily.
"Oh, Dios⸺adrenaline got you badly, eh," Fernando murmured from above his head and Lance felt himself go crosseyed in his attempt to stare at Fernando. "Here, drink this." Something was poking his lips before Lance dutifully latched on it. "Can you do it, baby?"
Lance nodded his head despite the odd way his neck was bent in an odd way. Fernando had given him juice. It was something that came in a tiny box children had but clearly, Fernando didn't trust him to hold it properly because he put the box on the table next to his chair.
Surprisingly, the juice seemed to clear his head.
His vision was no longer hazy and, to his joy, he could now see Fernando's beautiful hazel eyes. Lance smiled at him, a little goofy around the edge
Thank you, Fernando, Lance said inside his head, but what came out was, "You're so hot."
"Yeah," Fernando said through a laugh, "adrenaline really got you badly, baby." He pat Lance's cheek, whose eyes widened in a mix of surprise and terror. "Don't act so surprised. You said a lot of things when I worked on your tattoo. It was very flattering."
"What else did I say, Fernando?" Lance called out, but Fernando only flashed him a cheeky grin and a wink before he disappeared into the backroom. "Fernando!"
Lance fell back into his chair with a groan. He was so not getting another tattoo, lest he embarrassed himself like this again.
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Hello again. Here is an unexpected second part, here's the first. Keeping up with academic life has been tough, but writing even a few words down helps, so, here's to slow progress.
As always, thank you for reading and enjoy 💜
One and two and one again
Lance slowly slides down, sitting with his knees drawn to his chest and his head thrown back, against the wall. His eyes stay closed as he takes in the sound of the empty room.
That's it, until he hears a few muffled steps approaching, stopping and keeping walking towards him. Half naked, half blind, he doesn't care. Whoever it is, they can't get anything from him, he has nothing left to give.
He waits, for a comment or a laugh, not sure what would hurt more.
But then the steps stop again. He hears clothes moving, and then, simply silence .
If the stranger wanted to disturb him, they are doing everything to not to. Giving him the space, the silence but also the friendly presence he needs at this moment.
So he keeps his eyes shut, and breathes all the air he can manage to, holding it just to let it go when the pressure becomes too much.
It could have taken minutes or hours or years, but it happens.
One second all he wants is to retreat into himself, isolated and quiet, the second after he feels safe enough to open his eyes. And when he turns his head, there he is.
Legs crossed, distant enough to not invade his bubble but close enough to make his presence felt, head tilted back and eyes closed.
Even if Fernando heard him turn towards him, he stays still.
Waiting. Guarding. Protecting.
A silent sentinel between him and everything else.
A wall. His Wall.
Lance feels his eyes sting, and he is sure it's not because of the chlorine.
Lance still doesn't feel like talking, so he presses his fingers on Fernando's hand.
The older man opens his eyes and looks at him.
They stay like this for a few minutes, simply watching each other, no need for words to communicate.
When Lance feels it has been enough, he stands up, offering his hand to Nando, who readily takes it.
He leads the other man to the changing room, leaving him outside the door so he can take a quick shower, dry off and put on some clothes.
When he gets out, it's Fernando who offers him his hand, walking with him through doors and rooms, until they are in the parking lot.
Here, Fernando stops, looking hesitant for the first time since he appeared, sitting next to him. So this time it is Lance who takes them to Nando's car.
He can leave his own here, and come back for it the next day.
Fernando seems to understand it immediately, and promptly opens the passenger side door for him.
Lance simply sits and closes his eyes, lulled by the peaceful atmosphere and the comforting, smooth movements of the car.
It's some time before he realizes the car has stopped and for the life of him, he couldn't tell for how long they've been still.
They are parked in the garage at Nando's house, but the man had made no move to call him from his slumber. He seems to be napping himself, car still on and AC emitting hot air.
So Lance simply turns, watching his teammate sleep. With his face relaxed, he looks like he has no worries in his life.
Lance wishes that was true for both of them, but reality is never that easy.
So, after filling his eyes and his mind with every little and insignificant detail of Fernando's face, cataloguing them and branding them in his memory for further examination, Lance simply intertwines his hand with Nando's, watching as the other man slowly wakes up.
Fernando turns to Lance, as a sunflower turns to the sun, and quietly smiles, bright as a summer afternoon in a golden wheat field.
His smile is so infectious that Lance himself can't resist it, and smiles back, grin wide and eyes happy.
Without saying a word, Fernando kisses the back of Lance's hand, and disentangles them, just the time to exit from the driver's side of the car and open the passenger's door. He helps Lance stand up by grabbing his hand, and doesn't let go of it.
He leads the younger man through corridors and closed doors, without needing to turn on even one single light, until one appears, well known and well loved.
Fernando opens the door to his bedroom, and then waits for Lance to step in. Once the door is closed, engulfed by darkness and each other, Lance feels safe enough to just breathe. He inhales the smell of fresh mint and sweet papaya, and exhales all his burdens.
He feels lighter now. Free enough to speak for the first time in hours.
"Thank you" he simply says, knowing the other will understand everything he cannot bring himself to say.
"It's no bother, you know it" Nando responds, an old argument about favours and kindness in the air. "Pajamas?" he asks, as if he's not already moving to the drawer where he stores them.
It's not even a surprise when he pulls out the light blue one they bought together, stupidly expensive but incredibly nice to touch. It's smooth and cool. Lance chose it because it's made of one of those materials that stay cool, so that he doesn't have to get naked at 2:24 because it has become unbearably hot under the covers. Nando just wanted to make him happy and see him in his Renault colour. Sue him.
Lance slowly undresses and puts them on, just as Fernando leaves his shirt and pants on the floor in the haste of getting in the bed together.
When they are finally reunited, Lance holds tight his partner, now afraid to be alone where he can't see anything, as if without the contact, he would disappear into the folds of the night.
Fernando is more than happy to be the little spoon, loving how he can feel the weight of the body against his back, his breath on his neck, automatically synchronizing it with his own.
Even with their eyes closed, the two men don't sleep. They just rest together, skin on skin, same smile grazing their lips, a sense of rightness filling them.
They protect each other, becoming rocks and walls and armours.
They help each other, soft touches and softer words and softer still gazes.
They are everything for each other, lighthouses in the dark night and stormy sea, beds upon where they can finally lay their heads and rest, rough hands that fix and don't break and stroke and caress.
They are one and two and one again.
Tomorrow will bring new challenges and old insecurities, tonight there is only silence and faint breaths and the darkness.
getting older is all about getting weirder and sexier and more perverted and gluttonous and intelligent and blunt and eloquent and spontaneous and skilled. i love that for us.
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Need more Daryl x m!reader content seriously. May as well write my own if none will show up on my feed. And not just horny stuff im talking the stuff in which he's scared to engage in a relationship with a man because of what his family engrained in his brain. Please. I mean yeah some buttfucking would be nice but please.
I don't have the energy to rant or write rn so I really hope this reaches someone who can do at least fifty words of gayness.
The ride to the CDC is a long and silent one. A short while ago you all left Jim on the side of the road per his wishes, and you added yet another name to your journal. Despite you threatening his life earlier on, Daryl allowed you to ride in his truck with him since almost all of the other vehicles were full. You don't speak the entire ride, finding there to be no need to. Daryl doesn't speak either, and you're unsure if it's because of you pointing your sword at him, or if it's simply because he has nothing to say to you.
Eventually you all manage to arrive at the CDC, the large building practically glimmering in the sunlight from all of the windows. You exit out of Daryl's truck, pulling out your sword as you look around at the countless dead bodies littering the area. Soldiers and civilians alike decorate the street and their stench is quite brutal. The others begin to gag and cough as you all make your way towards the building, yet you remain unbothered as you simply look over the bodies, searching to see if any of them are still alive.
Approaching the building you all discover the shutters to be down. Rick and Shane both bang on them and try to open them, the loud noises beginning to draw the attention of nearby walkers. You immediately step away from the group, beginning to kill off the walkers before they can get too close to the others. As you slice through yet another walker, you listen as Rick begins to yell and beg, claiming that the camera moved. You swiftly return to the door as you stare up at the camera he claimed moved, trying to tell for yourself if it did. Just moments later the shutters slide open, basking you all in a bright light.
Entering the building, everyone keeps their weapons raised just in case. Your eyes search the room before landing on the person that likely let you all in. He slowly steps into the light, his own weapon raised at your group. "Anybody infected?" The stranger calls out.
"One of our group was." Rick answers truthfully. "He didn't make it."
"Why are you here? What do you want?" The man spits the questions out quickly.
"A chance."
"That's asking an awful lot these days."
Rick tilts his head in agreement. "I know."
The man steps closer towards the group, his eyes flickering over everybody, eventually making eye contact with you. "You all submit to a blood test. That's the price of admission."
"We can do that." Rick instantly agrees knowing that this is the only way you all can be safe.
The man finally lowers his weapon as he begins to head to the door. "You got stuff to bring in, you do it now. Once this door closes, it stays closed." Rick, Glenn, Daryl, and Shane are the ones that make the dangerous trip back to the vehicles to grab everyone's belongings before rushing back into the building where Dale and T-Dog close the doors behind them. The man swipes a card through the reader the second the doors are closed. "VI, seal the main entrance. Kill the power up here."
You all follow the man who introduced himself as Dr. Edwin Jenner into an elevator, and you press yourself into the corner between Glenn and Daryl, not wanting to invade anyone's space too much in the tight space. From next to you, Daryl speaks up. "Doctors always go around packing heat like that?"
"There were plenty lying around. I familiarized myself." Jenner looks around at the group again. "But you look harmless enough." Then he looks down at Carl with a teasing smile on his face. "Except you. I'll have to keep my eye on you."
The elevator finally stops and you all start to follow Jenner as he leads the way through the compound. "Are we underground?" Carol questions, a hint of nervousness in her voice.
"Are you claustrophobic?" Jenner inquires, and she answers that she is a little bit. "Try not to think about it." You all enter a larger room after that that's filled with computers. "VI, bring up the lights in the big room." A ring of lights turn on, brightening up the room in an instance. "Welcome to zone five."
"Where is everybody?" Rick asks as he notices a distinct lack of other people in the room. "The other doctors, the staff?"
"I'm it. It's just me here."
Jenner leads you all into a different room in order to begin drawing the blood samples. One by one everyone takes their turn, and once it's yours you slide your haori off before rolling up the sleeve of your uniform. You don't move at all as he inserts the needle and you can hear Carl whisper about how cool you are to his father. Once Jenner is done taking your blood he places a bandage on the area before going to place your blood alongside the others. Standing up, you turn and grab your haori, completely unaware of Jenner's eyes widening as he catches a glance at the writing on the back of your uniform before it's covered once again.
The last person to go is Andrea. Unfortunately, due to not having eaten in a while she gets a bit dizzy. Hearing that you all haven't eaten in a while he kindly shows you all to the dining room where dinner is prepared. Once again you find yourself situated between Daryl and Glenn, barely able to move as their arms continuously bump into your own from the close proximity. Everyone laughs and jokes, having a good time for the first time in a while.
"You know, in Italy, children have a little bit of wine with dinner." Dale informs as he passes a glass of wine to Lori. "And in France."
"Well, when Carl is in Italy or France, he can have some then." Lori states, only to give in a few moments later when Rick convinces her to. Of course, Carl finds the wine to be disgusting and Shane tells him to stick to soda pop.
"Not you two." Daryl states, referring to you and Glenn as he sets a glass of wine in front of you. "Keep drinking. I want to see how red your face can get." He tells Glenn after he questions him. Then he turns to you. "And I want to see you with a look other than complete seriousness on your face for once. Always looking damn emotionless."
You stare at the glass of wine before taking a small sip from it. The flavor isn't too bad, but it's pretty different from what you're used to drinking. Usually you'd only ever have soju or sake, and never enough to actually become inebriated. You're not sure what the alcohol contents of wine are, but you're quite certain you won't get drunk off of it regardless of how much you drink. Your tolerance is quite high, after all.
Your attention is drawn away from the wine as Rick suddenly begins clanking his knife against his own glass while standing up. "It seems to me that we haven't thanked our host properly."
"He is more than just our host." T-Dog raises his glass, and everyone soon follows after as they cheer. You raise your glass as well, remaining silent during the celebration.
The celebration doesn't last very long, however, once Shane speaks up. "So when are you gonna tell us what the hell happened here, doc? All the- the other doctors that were supposed to be figuring out what happened, where are they?" Rick scolds his friend, telling him that this doesn't need to be done right now and you personally agree. You may have never been to a celebration before, but even you know that this isn't stuff to bring up at that time. "Whoa, wait a second. This is why we're here, right? This was your move- supposed to find all the answers. Instead we found him. Found one man. Why?"
"Well, when things got bad, a lot of people just left, went off to be with their families." You probably would have chosen the same if you had any family to return home to. "And when things got worse, when the military cordon got overrun, the rest bolted."
"Every last one?"
"No, many couldn't face walking out the door. They... opted out. There was a rash of suicides. That was a bad time."
Shortly after dinner, Jenner leads you all to where you'll be staying. You pick a room rather quickly- one at the far end of the hall. Once inside, you waste no time taking a shower, though you don't bother using the hot water as you know the others need it more than you do. You're used to bathing in cold water, so it doesn't bother you at all. As you stand in the middle of your room preparing to get dressed, you're interrupted by the door suddenly swinging open.
"Ah, shit." Daryl cusses as he stumbles into the room, clearly drunk from celebrating. His eyes widen a bit as they land on you. You, who is currently standing in the middle of the room with nothing more than a towel wrapped around your lower body, showing off your bare (S/T) chest and abdomen. Daryl stares for a moment too long, his eyes following a single water droplet running down your skin before being absorbed by the towel. That's when he finally looks away. "Didn't realize this room was already taken. Sorry 'bout that."
"It's fine." You answer, genuinely unbothered by his sudden appearance. And completely clueless to his previously wandering gaze. "If there aren't any other rooms available I don't mind sharing. You can take the couch, if you want."
Daryl shifts a bit, somewhat wanting to disagree simply because the entire situation feels awkward. But at the same time, there aren't any rooms left and he really wants to just pass out. So, he shuffles past you, shutting the door behind him before collapsing onto the couch where he tosses his arms over his eyes to block out the light, but to also prevent himself from looking at you anymore than he already has.
He listens as you move around the room before finally going quiet, and when he takes a peak the lights are no longer on and you're simply kneeling on the ground with your eyes closed. He chooses against questioning your weird sleeping position, and instead rolls over to face the back of the couch as he tries his best to fall asleep despite the numerous thoughts running wild through his mind.
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