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max--phillips ¡ 11 months ago
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Combat log, for the 15th time in the last 10 seconds: Tav received condition: Encumbered.
Me, knowing full well my wizard Tav with 8 STR is carrying ninety (90) (yes I counted) scrolls: well why the hell am I encumbered AGAIN?
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skeletalheartattack ¡ 14 days ago
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Valve just published a blog post regarding plans for the first MVM update in twelve years for TF2 (to be released later this year, sometime after August), and it shaping up to be the first MVM update to involve community submissions (excluding Robotic Boogaloo).
#tf2#im very excited to see what the community comes up with. and i'm excited to see what Valve has in store#regarding if they'll be doing any adjustments to MVM or it's upgrades. and how they plan on handling mann up missions#and what the possible rewards could be. if they're not just for fun anyway (through boot camp)#i'm kinda tempted to rework a layout i made a few years ago for a different tf2 project that didn't end up going as planned#but i feel like i'd need some help on it but wouldn't know who to ask (between folks i know already) and don't want to be a burden#it'd be nice to work on tf2 specific maps again. though this'd be the first time i ever touch anything MVM related#and i'd have to gut and rework parts of the existing layout for it to work better for MVM#like there are 3 main routes from the attackers side. all leading to one main focal point. so i'd love to try and rework it#it was originally created for a different gamemode that utilized Arena's logic. and the layout's fully functional#definitely not complete by the standards for what it was originally trying to achieve. and definitely not in it's current form for MVM#also with valve's mention of being up for the idea of halloween MVM maps.#that makes me wonder if they'll re-tool wave 666 to be part of halloween contracts or not#since it's an MVM map without any rewards and can't be played in Mann Up mode (acting as a free for fun mission)#which ive always found odd. so if they managed to create a contract for it and add some kind of reward. that'd be really fun to see#ofc just wishful thinking.
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cassandra-silver ¡ 8 months ago
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Pls tell me I'm not alone—
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tommygotwrittenoff ¡ 6 months ago
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the fact that eddie and maddie have never interacted outside a group setting is so funny actually. you cannot tell me those two wouldnt get on like a house on fire. i fear the day we get a solo maddie and eddie scene is the day we get buddie canon
#like. those two have had such similar experiences#being forced to grow up at a young age#complicated feelings about their dead spouses (ik d**g was VERY different from shannon but im just going off what maddie canonically said)#struggles with how good of parents they are#running away from their families as a way of doing what is “best” for the family#like. they have so many shared experiences#their lives have been running parallel and theyve never really intersected and realized just how similar they are#but if maddie han was alone in a room with eddie shed get him to confess his feelings for buck in like 15 minutes flat#hed ask about jee and maddie would be like. shes great. shes having a wonderful day with her dad and uncle buck.#and eddie would be all yeah. chris is probably having the time of his life with buck and uncle chim. and jee ofc chris adores that kid.#uncle chim? shed saying stirring her coffee#and eddie would be like yeah??? hes bucks brother in law? doesnt that make him chris's uncle?#oh. i didnt realize. so buck is like a parent to chris?#well yeah bucks been there since. since we met him. you know how he is. bucks great. always shows up. he shows up the way a parent should s#hmmmmm. yeah. i thought so too eddie. he really has a soft spot for chris. ive never seen him like that for any other kid.#hes like that for jee. eddie says#its different. buck is a great uncle and loves jee but hes her uncle. hes not attending pta meetings for her or signing her up for camps#though. maddie laughs. he probably would if we asked him to.#yeah. eddie would agree with a fond smile. and maddie would narrow her eyes at the dreamy little look on eddies face as he stirs in creamer#so. if buck is like a parent to chris. what does that make him to you?#and eddie would blink and be like. well. hes. hes buck. you know. hes my best friend.#yeah. but the person i want to attend pta meetings with and to look through summer camp posting with is howie. my husband. my best friend#and eddie would just. well thats. thats different. you guys are married. ofc you do that stuff together#we were doing this stuff together before we got married. we had a life together. a family together before we were married#shed take one look at eddies wide eyes and be like. someone once told howie that if he loved me he should tell me and it was the best piece#of advice anyone couldve given us when we were dancing around each other. so im passing your advice back to you. if you love him tell him#and then yayyyyyy we get eddie choosing buck and buck being chosen and yay everyone is happy and everyone wins#(especially maddie since she doesnt have to deal with these oblivious idiots anymore)#me thinks
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slayedpoet ¡ 2 months ago
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i hate kids
but most importantly I hate today's parents
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brain4stew ¡ 4 months ago
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I’ve got an idea about friendly killer reader… And I’m serving y’all it on a silver platter. (Based on my experience as friendly killer ofc🙂‍↕️)
(Again, I don’t know the characters exact personalities and so on, so they might, if not most likely will be OOC!!)
That being said, headcanons/something is under the cut!! ;
• You are the only killer giving the survivors a break… Even if you are corrupted… (John Doe “yourself” skin)
• Noob likes you, due to you being friendly and not killing anyone.
• Two Time is neutral about you being a friendly killer. (They kind of enjoy a chase once in a while…)
• Chance likes you for being friendly. He even asks to shoot you a couple of times. (If you say no, then he won’t shoot you, but he will shoot a wall. His fucking gun exploded on him like three times.)
• Builderman asks you to destroy his sentry and dispenser whenever you’re the killer. (Which you happily do, after everyone’s healed up.)
• Guest 1337 is still a bit skeptical about you, but likes you for being friendly. A friendly killer once in a while gives him a break he desperately wants…
• 007n7 is grateful for you being a friendly killer for once. He gets a break from having to survive his own son.
• Elliot is even more grateful! You are giving him a break from going insane, with how stressful other killers can be, towards him and the other survivors.
• Shedletsky… Strangely enough, he asks you if you can fling him with your spikes. (You do, and… You flung him across the map, and into the poisonous river, which shocked everyone and even you… You all laughed about it though, as Shedletsky sometimes couldn’t stand up afterwards, or he was stuck somewhere.)
• Dusekkar is quiet, but he’s grateful that you are friendly. He can conserve his energy for the time being, and doesn’t have to panic as much…
• Every survivor likes you for being friendly, and they REALLY want you to be in every round they’re in. But, as we know… Not everyone is happy about this.
• The other killers… Are not happy at all.
• You’re supposed to kill them! Not let them live!
• You always lie, and say; “It’s to give them a false sense of hope.”
• 1x1x1x1 is obviously the most pissed off out of the killers. You. A friendly killer? Does he need to teach you how to kill survivors again?? Or does he just let you?? It’s infuriating.
• John Doe is the 2nd pissed off killer. Sure, he kind of bites to your lie like a fish biting bait. But, he’s disappointed and angry at you. He gave you some of his corruption to kill those survivors. Not to let them live! …But then again… Giving them a false sense of hope does sound good…
• Mafioso (dude’s getting a redesign and new name soon…) is the 3rd pissed off killer. Why did you let those survivors live for?! For what purpose?!… Maybe you want him to go kill them, for the debts they may have… Fair enough… He also understands your lie, so he’s not that pissed off about it. More like upset.
• Jason isn’t as pissed off as the other killers. He understands why the others are pissed off, but also doesn’t. Back in the camp he was in, before being taken to area 51… He also gave teenagers a false sense of hope. So it doesn’t really matter to him. It means that he can possibly kill the survivors more easily.
• C00lkidd… He… Doesn’t understand at all. He’s upset, yeah, sure… But he’s also glad. You let the survivors go, even his dad! That means that you want him to have as much fun as he can!!
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pitlanepeach ¡ 3 months ago
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From Eden | Chapter Seven pt.2 (7/8)
Oscar Piastri x Francesca Gold (OFC)
Summary — Francesca Gold is an introvert with a quiet life and a Youtube channel where she talks about books, drinks too much tea, and rarely ever shows her face. She prefers it that way - tucked into her London flat with her cat, Henry, and safely hidden behind a screen.
Oscar Piastri is a Formula 1 driver. Fast-paced, high-stakes, always on the move. He hasn't read a book in years, but he's watched every single one of Francesca's videos. Just for the sound of her voice.
Following her on Instagram was a moment of weakness. He didn't think she'd notice.
She did.
Chapter Warnings — Agoraphobia, social anxiety, minor panic attack in public, Oscar speaking Spanish (brief, but ohmygawd), Christmas celebrations, brief sexual content.
Notes — Thanks for being patient with me for this one. I think I was lowkey procrastinating writing this because I’m going to miss them so much. Chapter 8 is also going to be a 2 parter, btw!
Oscar liked Spain.
He always had. There was something about the rhythm of the place — the slow, golden mornings, the late, laughter-filled dinners, the way the sun clung to his skin like honey, even in December. He’d spent a lot of time there over the past few years. For races, mostly. Training camps, media appearances, test days on sun-bleached tracks. It had always been somewhere he associated with purpose. With movement.
Now, though, it was different.
Now, he couldn’t walk the streets or breathe the air without feeling how it had shifted — how the fact that her parents had chosen to call this place home had altered everything.
(“They moved here after choosing early retirement,” Francesca had explained quietly, hours earlier in bed, when the sky was still indigo and the hotel was cloaked in silence. Her fingers had curled into the hem of his shirt like she was anchoring herself to him. Oscar’s hand had moved slowly through her hair, massaging her scalp the way she liked. Anything to soothe her.
“They emptied their bank accounts,” she went on. “Sold my childhood home.” Her voice cracked — not with tears, but with that quiet kind of ache that lived just under the surface. “We used to live in the countryside in Surrey, you know? I used to buy myself chickens with my pocket money.”
Oscar had smiled gently at that, picturing a younger version of her — tiny and stubborn, stomping around in bright yellow welly boots, giving all of the chickens names and backstories.
“That was five years ago, I think. I was seventeen. They sent me off to uni, helped me move into my dorm, and then a week later told me they’d sold the house. No warning. Just—‘Oh, by the way, we’re moving to Spain.’ Like it was no big deal.”
Oscar’s hand had stilled for a moment in her hair. His jaw ticked.
Seventeen.
She’d been seventeen. Still a teenager. Already struggling, freshly away from home, and they’d pulled up their roots and left the country. 
It hit him like a cold slap — not just how abrupt it had been, but how deeply, quietly cruel. How abandoned she would’ve felt, in the aftermath. 
Oscar knew what it was to leave home young. He’d gone off to boarding school when he was barely a teenager. Airports and hotels became familiar long before adulthood did. But even then — even in the loneliest, most exhausting moments — he’d still had people checking in. His parents had never disappeared. They’d driven hours to stand at cold karting tracks and sit through painful sponsor meetings. They'd never made him feel like he had to face the world without them.
Francesca, though — she'd been left to do it all on her own. She hadn’t had a team behind her or a goal pulling her forward. She’d just been a kid. 
She would’ve needed more. More reassurance. More patience. More love.
And they hadn’t given her any of it.
“My sister didn’t care,” she continued. “She was already living with whatever boyfriend she had at the time — Ian, I think his name was. But it was my home, you know? I thought I’d get to come back to it. I thought—” She stopped. Shrugged. “Anyway. Yeah. That’s how they ended up living here, and I stayed in England.”
Her voice was flat, stripped of emotion, and Oscar hated it. 
He didn’t say anything at first. Mostly because if he did, he was pretty sure it would come out too sharp, too cutting — the kind of thing he wouldn’t be able to take back. He could feel the words rising in him anyway, bitter and hot in his throat.
But she didn’t need his anger. 
Instead, his fingers slid across the sheets and found hers under the covers, cool and curled and a little tense. He squeezed gently — once, then again. It wasn’t just for comfort.
It was a promise. A quiet vow etched into the space between them.
Never again, baby.
He didn’t say it out loud. He didn’t need to.
She gave the smallest squeeze back.)
— 
He kept his hood up as he walked, hands in the pockets of his hoodie, trainers silent on the cobbled pavement. It was early still — the kind of soft morning that made everything feel gentler than it really was — but the streets were beginning to stir. The occasional bark of a dog, a child singing a Christmas carol at the top of their voice, the low murmur of Spanish slipping between couples on their balconies.
Oscar moved quietly through it all, sunglasses tugged low even though the sun hadn’t quite made it over the rooftops yet. He wasn’t trying to draw attention. He never really was. Still, it happened sometimes.
And it did, halfway down the block.
Two teenagers in matching puffer jackets, shoulders hunched and earbuds in, passed him and then doubled back a few seconds later, whispering frantically. He caught the shift in their pace, the cautious glance from one of them as she pulled out her phone and raised it subtly.
He offered a quick smile, nodding once, but didn’t stop. He didn’t really mind — he never had, it was all part of the life he’d chosen — but right now, his mind was too full of Francesca.
Of how small she’d looked yesterday. Of how quiet she’d been all night.
Of how she’d pressed her nails into her palms. How she'd barely touched her food. How her mother’s voice had hovered sharp in the air like static, and her sister’s laugh had stung like vinegar on a paper cut.
Oscar exhaled slowly as he turned the corner, the warm scent of coffee and sugar curling out into the street ahead of him.
He was trying. Trying to give her something soft in the middle of all this hardness. Trying to make up for years that aren’t his to make up for.
He stepped into the café, the bell overhead jingling softly. The woman behind the counter greeted him in rapid Spanish, and he answered with a polite smile and a “Dos cafés con leche, por favor,” his Australian accent thick, but his Spanish passable. Then, pointing to the glass case filled with pastries, he added, “Y... algo dulce. Lo mejor.” Something sweet. The best one.
Because that’s what Francesca deserved.
Something warm. Something kind. Something good. 
He balanced the tray carefully as he stepped out of the café, the door swinging shut behind him with a soft click. Two coffees, one with oat milk — hers, obviously — and a small white paper bag full of whatever pastries the woman behind the counter had insisted were the best. He hadn’t asked questions. Just smiled and handed over a few notes, trusting her judgement more than his own half-asleep cravings.
The air had warmed a little since he left the hotel, sunlight stretching long and golden across the pavement. The buildings threw soft shadows. There were more people out now, the small Spanish town waking up, but still no one paid him much mind. 
Again, his hood was up. His head was down.
And his thoughts were full of her.
He took a slow breath.
Australia.
The word itself felt too big to say out loud yet. But it had been circling his brain since the moment he got off the phone with his mum the night before. Since she’d told him, so casually, Book the flight. Bring her home. Like it was the easiest thing in the world. Like he wasn’t dealing with something so fragile, carrying her heart in his hands, trying to protect it from every sharp corner.
But maybe it was the right thing. Maybe it would be good for her. Sunshine. Real family. Space to breathe. Not her parents’ house, but his. His world. The people who already loved her without even really knowing her yet.
Oscar reached the corner and paused, waiting for the light to change. He shifted the tray to one hand, his fingers curling tight around the edge.
He didn’t want to push. That was the biggest thing. Francesca had spent so long being tugged around by people who didn’t listen; didn’t care. He never wanted to be another person adding pressure to her shoulders.
But God, he wanted her there. Wanted her to see what family could feel like. Wanted to fall asleep next to her with the windows open to the summer air and sand still on their legs. Wanted to show her his world — not the racing one, not the public one, but the real one.
He crossed the street, hotel coming into view ahead. They had the rest of the day ahead of them. No more family obligations. Just each other.
Maybe he’d ask her after breakfast.
Or maybe he’d crawl back into bed beside her, tuck the duvet around her shoulders, kiss her temple, and then ask.
Yeah. That sounded good. 
— 
iMessage — Hattie & Francesca 
Hattie
has he asked you yet???? 👀
Francesca 
asked me what???
good morning to you too btw
wait what time is it there 
oh just checked lol. good afternoon 
Hattie 
okay so here’s a rly fun idea!!!!!
let’s pretend none of this happened ok
actually i think i have the wrong number! 
Francesca 
hattie. piastri. 
Hattie 
NO DON’T BIG SISTER ME OMG
oscar is going to kill me. 
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Francesca was staring at her phone, an amused little frown pulling at her brows, when Oscar came back into the room. He was balancing two coffees and a small paper bag that smelled like sugar and something warm and buttery. Her stomach made an embarrassing sound and she felt her cheeks flush when he smirked at her, clearly having heard it.
“I wasn’t too long?” he asked, then gave her phone a glance. “Everything okay? Is it Katie?”
She shook her head with a soft laugh, her face still a little pink from the noise her stomach had made. “No, not Katie. Your sister, actually. Wanna tell me what’s going on?” She tried to sound casual, but there was a small edge of stress in her voice that made her question if she’d pulled it off.
He frowned, brow furrowing as he took in her words. “What do you mean?”
Francesca held up her phone, her finger pointed at the messages from Hattie. “She’s acting weird. Like, really weird,” she said, her voice laced with curiosity and a bit of concern, watching his expression closely as she waited for his response.
"Right," he muttered under his breath, his voice carrying the weight of frustration and quiet tenderness. He handed her the coffee labeled ��oat, vanilla’ and placed the small paper bag of pastries down on the bed, his eyes never leaving her. Francesca held the coffee up to her face, breathing in deeply, and Oscar caught the small hum of appreciation that escaped her lips. It made his heart feel a little lighter, as though the world was right, even just for a moment.
But he had to get this out. 
“I spoke to my mum last night, once you were asleep,” he said, taking a step back, trying to give her the space to absorb it. He leaned against the edge of the bed, making sure to keep his posture open, inviting her into the conversation but giving her full control. “She wants us to go to Australia.”
Francesca’s fingers curled around the warmth of her coffee cup, her brow furrowing in confusion. Her eyes met his with a quiet surprise, and her lips parted as she tried to process his words. “Wait, what?” Her voice was soft, vulnerable, almost a whisper. “When?”
“Now,” Oscar replied, his voice steady but gentle. “Tomorrow, ideally. Before Christmas, really.” He knew how much the timing mattered. It was already the 18th. 
The plan had been to stay in Spain, to spend the holidays with her family. But now… now, things were different.
“I know we were going to stay here with your family,” he continued, shifting slightly as his gaze softened. “But I also know that after… well, after last night…” He let out a small, involuntary breath at the memory. (A hitched breath, her skin pressed against his, her lips against his neck as she said “I don’t want them in my life anymore. I’m done with them, Osc. For good.”) He exhaled slowly, trying to ground himself, his thoughts clear but filled with an ache for her. “I just wanted you to know that it’s an option, yeah?” 
Francesca blinked, clearly caught off guard, her eyes flickering downward as she processed his words. The silence stretched just enough for Oscar to notice the subtle shift in her—her shoulders sagged slightly, her brows knitting together as she turned the idea over in her mind. He could almost hear the quiet clamour of her thoughts, a whirlwind of everything she’d been holding inside for so long.
“You don’t have to decide right now,” he told her gently, his voice dropping to a soft, soothing tone. He didn’t want to pressure her, not when it came to something so big. “We could go to Australia. We could spend Christmas there, if that’s what you want. Or we could fly back to London, steal Henry back from Katie, and have Christmas at the flat, just the three of us. We could even stay here. Have a hotel Christmas. Order room service turkey sandwiches, get cozy in bed, and binge every single Home Alone movie.” His lips quirked into a small smile at the thought. “Anything, baby.” 
"Does your bedroom still look like it did when you were a kid?" she asked softly, breaking the quiet space between them. The question came almost aimlessly. 
Oscar made a face. "Yeah. Posters and all. Still got a few of my old racing suits tucked away in the wardrobe, too." His voice was warm, but there was something vulnerable in it too, a hint of nostalgia — the kind of nostalgia that only came from places you’d outgrown, yet could never fully leave behind.
Francesca set her coffee down on the side table. Then, without thinking, she crawled over to him on the bed, her body fluid and natural in the way that only happened when she was with him. Kneeling up close to him, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer with a quiet, almost imperceptible sigh.
"I miss Henry," she confessed quietly, her voice muffled against the side of his neck. It was a small admission, but it carried the weight of everything she hadn’t fully said yet. The empty space where Henry usually curled up on the couch, the quiet moments where her hands itched to brush his fur.
"Me too," Oscar admitted, his voice low, his arms instinctively wrapping around her, pulling her just a little tighter.
She let out a soft breath, resting her cheek against his chest for a beat, before sitting back slightly to look at him. Her eyes were softer now, but the flicker of uncertainty was still there, dancing behind them. "But I do want to see Hattie again. And I want to eat barbecue food on Christmas Day and sunbathe on Boxing Day." Her lips curved up a little at the thought, and for a moment, the heaviness of the conversation seemed to lighten. Still, she stared at him, her gaze more serious now. “It’s a lot, Osc. I prepared myself for Spain. I don’t… I don’t have anything with me. I—” She paused, taking in a shallow breath, like she could already feel the weight of the change pressing down on her. “I can already feel myself starting to get worked up about this.”
He let her speak, his hand coming up to gently brush her hair back from her face, his fingers lingering at the curve of her jaw, grounding her.
“I know,” he murmured softly, his voice full of understanding. “It’s a big thing, and I didn’t want to spring it on you like this, especially after everything with your family. But I just need you to know it’s an option, yeah?”
She nodded, her gaze softening as she took in his words. Then, without warning, she leaned up and kissed him gently, a quiet affirmation that spoke louder than any words could.
“Can we eat now?” She asked quietly, almost shyly, as if the simplicity of the request could bring some semblance of normalcy back.
He let out a small laugh, the tension melting from his shoulders as he cupped her face in his hands. “Of course we can, baby,” he said, his voice low and tender.
She smiled, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she pulled away and reached for the paper bag of pastries.
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TWO DAYS LATER
iMessage — Katie & Francesca 
Francesca 
send me photos of my son pls 
Katie
*5 photos of Henry sleeping, belly-up, on Katie’s silk bedsheets*
Aren’t you literally on an international flight right now?
Francesca 
osc bought me wifi hehe 
so i could reply to the comments on my new vid 
he’s the best. 
Katie 
Millionaire bf buys you airline wifi and you’re impressed….?
Francesca 
I’m like 90% sure the only thing ive spent my money on since meeting this man is rent. and he tried to talk me into putting that in his name last week. 
Katie 
… 
I think I’m turned on  
Francesca 
keep that to urself pls
just send me more pictures of my son
oscar wants to see the baby 
Katie
*4 photos of Henry, staring at the camera, unimpressed*
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The hot evening air kissed Francesca’s skin as she walked barefoot along the shoreline, the soft sand slipping between her toes with each step. The rhythm of the waves crashing against the beach was a calming constant, yet her heart beat erratically in her chest, a mix of adrenaline and something else she couldn’t quite place. 
The hum of the airport still lingered in her mind, the whirlwind of the past few days — the multiple flights, the onslaught of newness, the heavy discomfort that had settled in her bones. 
She stopped, her feet sinking a little deeper into the sand, and let out a quiet breath, her fingers threading through the loose strands of her hair. “It’s all so... different,” she said quietly, her voice almost lost in the roar of the waves. 
Oscar turned to face her, his expression soft but alert. “Different good or different... not so good?” 
Francesca smiled faintly, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. She looked back out at the dark horizon, the blackness of the sea melding with the sky, the sound of the waves rolling over her thoughts. “I don’t know. I think it’s just... I can’t believe I did this, Osc.”
Oscar hummed softly, the sound rich with understanding, a quiet vibration through his chest as he held her. His hand, warm and steady, reached out, gently guiding her down, not onto the sand but onto his lap, letting her find a place there, nestled against him. She let him guide her without protest, her body naturally folding as she settled, curling into him like she always had, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Her head fell to rest on his shoulder, her nose brushing the crook of his neck, where the faint scent of him — wood, salt, and something undeniably him — soothed her in ways she hadn’t realised she needed. The warm night air danced around them, but it didn’t reach the warmth of his skin.
Oscar’s fingers stroked through her hair, not with urgency, but with a calm rhythm. She could feel the subtle tension of his muscles beneath her cheek, his heartbeat steady and solid against her ear.
Francesca’s eyes fluttered shut, her chest rising and falling as she let herself relax into him, allowing the quiet weight of the night to press down on her, to settle the storm that had been brewing ever since she’d turned to him and said, “Okay, let’s go to Australia. I want to spend Christmas with your family.”
Tiny bruises marred the smooth skin of his neck, visible only when she looked up close — tiny marks, fang marks. They weren’t anything particularly dramatic, but to Francesca, they were something else entirely. They were her mark on him. 
She liked seeing them there. They made him more real, more hers in a way that the world couldn’t take from her. A part of him that she had a claim to — just like he had a claim to her entire soul. 
Her breath evened out, the warmth of his body wrapping around her like a protective shield.
“I can’t believe I actually did it,” she murmured again, her voice barely audible, but the words were a confession she hadn’t known she needed to say aloud. “I— I’m really happy. Overwhelmed. Scared. I wish I had a machine that would send me back to my flat right now, but…” She paused, taking a breath, letting the weight of the moment sink in. “I’m so happy.”
His hand trailed slowly down her back, the motion lazy and comforting, until it rested over her hip, pressing her closer into him. “Love you. Proud of you.” He mumbled. 
She kissed his neck. Then she bit him. 
Just because she could. 
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Christmas Day was a blur of laughter, food, sunshine, and Oscar. The air was warm, the sun shining down in that way only Australia could, and everything felt like a slow, peaceful escape from reality. 
Nicole was already in her Pilates clothes, singing Christmas carols as she cooked breakfast, her voice bright and full of joy. "It's a tradition," she explained, when Francesca raised an eyebrow, confused. "My class does a special Christmas Day session. I can't miss it!”
Hattie had woken them up with a loud, cheery “Santa’s been!” that made Francesca laugh despite herself. She buried herself deeper into the warmth of Oscar’s chest, the weight of him comforting in the best way. They were still tucked up in his childhood bedroom, surrounded by old medals, trophies, and photographs from every year of his racing career. Being there felt intimate in such a specific, beautiful way.
The presents were piled under the tree when they made their way downstairs. Nicole handed out glasses of iced mochas instead of hot chocolate — her own twist on Christmas tradition — and the air was filled with the laughter of Hattie teasing her parents about her presents and Oscar rolling his eyes at her brattiness, but smiling all the while. By midday, they’d all made their way out into the garden, basking in the warmth of the sun. 
Chris had, of course, taken charge of the barbecue, declaring himself the “master of meat,” and making it clear that Hattie wasn’t allowed anywhere near the grill. “She’s got a bit of a hairspray addiction. Think it’s just a phase,” Nicole had whispered to Francesca, her tone conspiratorial.
Despite the whirlwind of it all, Francesca quickly found her place in the chaos. It was nothing like the Christmases she’d known—those were quieter, more subdued. This one was louder, brighter, warmer. Every moment felt larger than life.
As for Oscar… she had given him his present at midnight, when they were tucked in bed, the world outside quiet and still. She’d felt a wave of anxiety when she handed him it over, wrapped in cat-print paper. She watched his hands as he unwrapped it. 
“Is this what I think it is?” he asked, his voice low, quiet, and warm. 
She nodded, biting her bottom lip, her heart thumping in her chest. She reached over, took the book from him with hands that were slightly unsteady, and flipped to a few pages in — the dedication. All for him.
For you, Osc. Thank you for giving me the kind of love that people write novels about — it made this book possible.
He stared at the words for a long, breathless moment. He held the book carefully, like it was something sacred. Then, slowly, as if in reverence, he placed the proof copy of her debut novel on his bedside table, out of harm’s way.
Without a word, he reached for her, pulling her against him with a force that sent her breath rushing out. And then, with the kind of desperation that only comes when two hearts know exactly what they mean to each other, he kissed her — deep and messy and raw. 
— 
Now, sitting beside him in the warmth of the sun, a gentle breeze teasing her hair, Francesca found herself thinking that maybe all of the fear had been worth it, just to be here with him.
Her gaze drifted down to her finger, where her new promise ring rested. It fit her perfectly, a delicate band of silver that caught the light and shimmered softly under the sunlight. Nothing flashy or extravagant — just simple, understated beauty. 
A quiet, constant reminder of the fact that she was his, and he was hers. 
He’d given it to her in the kitchen, the morning still quiet, the rest of the family occupied elsewhere. He’d lifted her up, setting her gently on the counter, and stepped between her legs. Then, from the pocket of his sweatpants, he pulled out the small, velvet box, his fingers brushing hers as he handed it to her.
She’d held the box like it was fragile, as if it might shatter in her hands, until he chuckled softly and said, “It’s not that. Not yet, baby. This is just something to keep your finger warm in the meantime, yeah?”
Her eyes brimmed with emotion as she slowly cracked the box open, her breath catching in her throat. Inside, nestled on a soft velvet bed, was a silver band. When she examined it closer, she saw that it resembled a delicate piece of string, tied in a knot, dipped in silver. The design was youthful, understated — perfect in its simplicity. It was everything and more. 
Oscar reached over and took her hand, his thumb brushing lightly over her knuckles, grounding her back in the moment.
She turned to look at him, eyes soft, the sunlight catching the gold flecks in her irises.
“Okay?” he asked, his voice gentle, careful.
She nodded, a smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah. Okay.”
Without a word, he brought her hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss to the promise ring. Slow, intentional — like he was sealing a vow.
Francesca could feel Nicole watching them from across the garden. She didn’t need to look to know—there was a certain warmth in the air, a gentle kind of attention that made her skin prickle in the nicest way. Nicole was probably smiling. She did that often—soft and full of quiet pride, overjoyed in that tender, maternal way only a mother could be when watching her son so clearly in love.
(“Thank you for making him so happy,” she’d said to Francesca a few nights ago, her voice thick with emotion.
Francesca had smiled, heart swelling, and replied just as softly, “Thank you for making him so perfect.”)
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bookishgoldie my first christmas in australia 🇦🇺
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user1 soft launch soft launch soft launch
user21 HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BE CALM ABOUT THIS?????
user88 you actually went to australia? oh my god. im so proud of you. ♥ by bookishgoldie
user6 i know we’ve been seeing sm progress from her but this is crazy! GO FRANCESCA 📣
user76 yeah call me crazy for being able to tell from one picture, but that’s oscar piastri’s hand and i know that for a fact 🤡
user61 right like i recognise that vein
user76 GIRL RIGHT!!!!! 😭😭😭
user39 IS THAT A RING???????
bookishgoldie a promise ring 🫶
user76 OH IM FUCKINF JDJDJDNFJ
user39 ohmygodhdhdjf
user50 that is the cutest thing ever. so happy for u francesca ♥ by bookishgoldie
oscarpiastri 🎄🎁☀️
user81 what the fuck does that mean
user95 CAN SOMEONE SMARTER THAN ME DECODE THIS PLEASE
user72 first time he ever actually comments on one of her posts and it’s this??? OSCAR WTF
bookishgoldie 📚🎄🧘‍♀️
user81 oh ffs she’s just as bad as he is
user74 they’re so fucking annoying 😃
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iMessage — Katie & Francesca 
Francesca 
*picture of hand wearing ring*
he got me a promise ring
its perfect. i love it so much
Katie 
Oh holy shit
I knew he was perfect for you but he keeps proving it 
The ring is beautiful, babe. SO perfect for you. 
Francesca 
merry christmas, i love you and im so glad that ur my best friend
Katie 
Merry Christmas, Fran. I love you so much <3333333
—
She had a panic attack in Melbourne airport. 
It hit her just past customs. The flicker of fluorescent lights, the overwhelming movement of people weaving in every direction — it all closed in at once. Her chest tightened. The ground beneath her feet felt like it might disappear. Her knees felt weak.
She stopped walking. Her breath hitched. She felt acid rise in her throat, burning and painful and foul. 
“Hey, hey,” Oscar murmured, already at her side, already shifting his body to shield her from everyone and everything around them. “You with me, baby?”
She shook her head, eyes wide, blinking fast. Her fingers trembled. She couldn’t breathe — at least, not the way her body was demanding. They came fast and gasping, her lungs burning with the effort. 
Oscar’s hands found hers, warm and steady, his grasp on her tight. “Alright. It’s okay. You’re okay,” he said gently, like they had all the time in the world. “Let’s do Dr. Kapoor’s thing, yeah? Just you and me. Nothing else matters right now.”
People were watching. They were staring at her. She could feel them. Hear them talking about her. She whimpered, shaking, trembling, and Oscar cursed under his breath and just… dropped his backpack on the ground between them and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against his chest and resting his chin on her forehead, holding her tight, tight tight. 
“Five in,” he said softly, against the top of her ear. “We’re just breathing now. That’s all. Ready? In... one, two, three, four, five.”
She inhaled shakily, trying to match him.
“Hold it for four. That’s it. Just like she showed us. And now — out for seven. Long and slow. You’re doing so good,” Oscar whispered. “You’ve got this, baby. You’ve done this before. You know that it works”
She nodded against his chest, barely, and her breathing eventually began to steady. Her shoulders loosened, and she let herself sink against him rather than standing stiff against him. His grip on her loosened, but he didn’t let her go.
“Almost home,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple. “And you know who’s gonna be waiting for us?”
She managed a weak smile up at him. “Henry.”
“Exactly. Grumpy little man’s is going to be so excited to see us.”
She giggled wetly. “Yeah?” 
Oscar hummed, a smile tilting his lips. “Of course he is. So we’ll take him home and we’ll order Thai, put on some terrible movie, and he’ll sit between us and get so much love. You’ll be in your comfies, I’ll make you as much tea as you want. Sound good?”
She looked up at him, eyes still glassy but grounded now. “Yeah,” she whispered. “That sounds really good. Perfect.”
“Alright then,” he smiled, brushing a piece of hair out of her face. He stepped back, graved her hand, pulled it to his lips, and brushed his lips against her ring. “Let’s go home.”
— 
iMessage — Nicole & Oscar
Nicole 
I love you both so much. Thank you for giving me the best Christmas in years. All of my babies under my roof, happy and healthy. It meant the world, Oscar. 
Oscar 
Love you mum. Text you when we land x
— 
Curled up in her chair on the plane, noise cancelling headphones on, she turned and slid them off of her head when Oscar tapped her wrist with the back of his knuckles.
“Got you WiFi again,” he said, holding up his phone with a small grin. “You can edit your vlog, if you want. Or just scroll TikTok. Whatever you want.”
Francesca laughed quietly, touched in that quiet, full way she always was when he did things like this — small, thoughtful, kind, always without having to be asked. “You didn’t have to. I have, like, six new books to read.”
“I know,” he said, shrugging, “but you get that little crease between your brows when you’re stressed about not having a video ready to post, and it’s cute for about five seconds, and then it starts to stress me out.”
She rolled her eyes, but she was already pulling her laptop from her backpack and handing it to him with a flutter of her eyelashes and a ‘log me in, please?’
As she edited, he shifted beside her, reading through some sim feedback on his iPad but glancing over occasionally, watching the little preview box as clips of Christmas lunch, fairy lights, and soft-focus shots of the Christmas lights they’d driven out of town to see.
About halfway through the flight, with the video mostly stitched together, Francesca hesitated. Her fingers hovered over her trackpad.
Then, before she could lose her nerve, she clicked open a new tab, pulled up Pinterest, and navigated to a board. She stared at it for a second.
“Osc,” she said, her voice just above a whisper, “can I show you something?”
He looked over instantly, setting his iPad down. “Course.”
She turned the screen toward him. Dozens of carefully saved pins filled the board — sun-washed balconies, neutral-toned kitchens, mismatched bookshelves, tiny espresso cups on marble counters, linen curtains blowing in from open windows. All nestled under the board title: Monaco Apartment.
For a beat, he didn’t say anything. Just looked.
“This is beautiful,” he said softly. “Is this…?”
She nodded, cheeks warming. “Just something I’ve been playing with. I don’t know if— I mean… I wanted you to see it. I think… If I can do this.” She gestured around them vaguely. “Then I— I think I can do that. Move. Be with you. By the water.”
Oscar smiled slowly, fully. “‘Cesca,” he murmured, “It’ll happen for us if that’s what you want. I’ll make it happen for us.”
She didn’t say anything at first — just looked at him, eyes a little glassy, the corners of her mouth curved into something soft and full of hope.
“Okay,” she whispered.
He reached over and tapped one of the pins — a small, sunlit reading nook tucked between two windows. “That one’s got your name all over it. We’ll put Henry’s bed right there.”
—
Back in London, the city muffled by rain and fog outside their window, they were tangled beneath the duvet, warm and quiet and exactly where they wanted to be. Henry was curled between their feet under the sheets, a content little loaf of fur radiating sleepy heat. Francesca's head rested on Oscar’s chest, fingers tracing slow, absentminded shapes over the fabric of his T-shirt.
“It’s only been eight months,” she said quietly, her voice somewhere between awe and disbelief. “Since we started talking. Eight months.”
Oscar shifted slightly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Best eight months of my life,” he murmured, then paused. “I was gonna message you sooner, you know?”
She looked up at him, brow lifting in surprise. “Really?”
He gave a sheepish little smile, one shoulder twitching against the pillow. “Yeah. Ages ago, actually. You posted something about baking cupcakes and always wearing mismatched socks and I thought, yep, I’m in trouble. But I didn’t know what to say. Didn’t want to come off weird.” 
“You? Weird?” she teased, her voice soft and fond.
“I know,” he said, grinning. “Wild, right?”
They lapsed into comfortable silence again, the kind that didn’t need filling. Just the hum of the city beyond the window, the soft rise and fall of breath, Henry sighing in his sleep.
She pushed closer to him, nudging her head into his neck. “I want to go to the FIA Gala with you.” She whispered against his skin. 
Oscar stilled. It was subtle — just a fraction of a second — but she felt it. The faint pause in his breathing. The slight shift of his hand on her hip. It wasn’t disapproval. It wasn’t doubt in her. It was… fear, maybe. Concern. The protective kind.
But he didn’t verbalise it. 
He would never be the one to tell her what she could or couldn’t handle. Never be the one to limit her.
Instead, he reached for his phone on the bedside table, still half buried under the covers, and turned the screen on with a lazy swipe.
“I’ll let Zac know I’ll be bringing a plus one,” he said, then leaned down to kiss her forehead, his lips lingering like he wanted the words to sink straight into her skin. “I love you. You’re incredible, ‘Cesca.”
She smiled against his chest, letting the weight of him, of those words, settle around her. Her heart beat steady and sure, tethered to the sound of his.
“Love you too,” she whispered.
And even with Henry purring softly at their feet, even with the grey London sky pressing against the windows, her mind was already slipping forward — imagining the bright flash of cameras, the hum of a crowd, his hand wrapped tightly around hers. The noise. The nerves. The rush of it all. 
She wouldn’t be standing on the outside looking in.
She’d be there — with him. His partner. His biggest fan. 
His Francesca. 
—
The flat was warm, filled with the soft clatter of pots and pans and the distant sound of premature fireworks echoing somewhere nearby. From the living room, the low hum of the TV drifted into the kitchen, a comforting sort of background noise.
Oscar stood at the stove, sleeves pushed up, utterly focused. They were having lasagna and garlic bread — the fancy kind he’d ordered from a private chef instead of just grabbing it from Tesco like they normally would. Francesca sat cross-legged on the kitchen counter in a McLaren hoodie and black leggings, sipping wine and watching him with quiet affection.
No doubt he’d try to sneak a pile of green leaves onto her plate. She’d roll her eyes and grumble, but she’d eat them anyway — just to get him to shut up about it.
Henry sat nearby in his ridiculous little New Year’s bow tie, looking more dressed up than both of them combined. Oscar said he looked like a distinguished gentleman. Francesca said he looked bloody stupid — and painfully cute.
By the time the countdown started on the TV, they were full of carbs and tangled together on the couch, buried beneath a heap of blankets. Henry, having fought a long and noble battle with his bow tie, had finally torn it off and was now snoring in the crook of Francesca’s knees.
As the final seconds ticked down, Oscar reached for her hand, lacing their fingers together.
“This time last year, I didn’t know you,” he said.
She turned to him, eyes soft and shiny. “Osc…” she whispered.
“Now I can’t imagine being anywhere else.”
And when the clock hit midnight, he kissed her — slow and deep, with so much love behind it she felt it pulse through her like a second heartbeat.
Later, he pulled her into bed, and they welcomed the first hour of 2024 in a haze of pleasure. Soft moans. Back arches. Fingers gripping skin. His voice against her neck, low and growled; “Fuck, ‘Cesca.”
Afterward, she lay sprawled across his chest, their skin damp, her fingertips drawing idle lines back and forth across him.
“I think this is going to be a good year for us, Osc,” she murmured.
He tightened his arms around her, pressed a kiss to her hair, and said softly, “Let’s just start with a bath.”
She giggled — tired, happy, a little breathless. Then she let him scoop her up without protest, her arms winding around his neck as he carried her toward the bathroom, their bodies still warm and uncoiled. 
For now, the rest could wait. The year could wait. All that mattered was this — soft light, shared warmth, and the quiet, reverent promise of forever.
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bookishgoldie so much to look forward to in 2024 🎊
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oscarpiastri happy new year🥰 ♥ by bookishgoldie
user87 happy new year!!!! 🥳
user71 HAPPY NEW YEAR
user76 omg the mclaren lego AND the mclaren like ????? AND OSCAR BEING THE FIRST COMMENT LMAO
user14 their hardlaunch is going to be sooooo slay
user30 like we all know they’re together we’re just waiting for them to confirm it atp😭😭
user72 miss girl spent xmas in australia. they’re together together
katiebird happy new year, my lovely best friend!!!! so much excitement for us in 2024 ❤️
bookishgoldie so glad to have you in my life
user65 nobody talking about francesca literally posting (almost) a full face pic🥹🥹🥹 feel like a proud big sister rn
CHAPTER EIGHT
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dad quinn is heavy on my mind, more specifically twin dad quinn.
AN: i have so many twin dad quinn thoughts dude. this is Quinn x reader, but there is hints of luke x ofc!meg
wc: 919 rambly words
cw: none really, fluff, pregnancy
Started as a simple kind of moment tbh. Anice date, he just got home. He's gonna be home for a while, no roadies. What better way to tell Quinn you're ready.
"Quinny, I love our little life but I think I'm ready to try for a baby."
Man is off the wall excited. And you didn't expect the first try to work and you really didn't expect such an early positive test and you really don't expect two babies.
Quinn though? He was so excited, he gets to have TWO BABIES?!??
He's texting the family group chat the moment that appointments done.
"YOU BITCHES AREN'T GONNA BELIEVE THIS!!! THERE'S TWO LITTLE DUDES IN THERE!!!"
Thus the planning begins. He's never leaving you alone, he will not let you parent by yourself. He will be an active dad.
Then when he finds out they're both girls??? oh brother is fucked he's crying so so hard "honey we need to pick another name, we only had one planned for each one."
You settle on Mira Ellen Hughes and Meadow Brooke Hughes
Whenever he talks to them, "why hello my sweet M&M's how are we feeling today?"
Luke was the first to ask, “why do you call my nieces M&M’s?” Quinns offended, how could he even ask. Like he doesn’t already know?
“They’re sweet, Luke. Come on.”
He was really excited for the nursery and when you guys settled on the names. He immediately said “we have to do a subtle little candy land theme”.
He ends up hiring someone to come and paint the cute little candies above each of their cribs and a mural on one wall.
Luke is Meadow's godfather and Meg is Meadow's godmother. Jack is Mira's godfather and Trevor is Mira's "godparent because Jack fucking took the godfather name".
You decide on a c-section with your obgyn, she makes sure to explain you can have natural birth after this one but it's not fully recommended.
"Don't worry, we only wanted two and well, we got them" the birth was smooth, Quinn was holding your hand the whole time and truthfully he cried more than he'd ever tell anyone.
Luke, Jack, Trevor and Meg all camped out in the hospital waiting room, with gifts and balloons and flowers. Meg made a huge goody bag for just you. Quinn and you swear to never dress the girls identical, you refuse to let either of them feel unseen.
He carries both car seats to the car on the way out. You all buy argue with him.
“Quinny, I can carry Mira. Give her here.”
“You carried both of these angels for 9 months. It’s the least I can do, mama.”
He helps you into the car, helps you to the front door, helps you straight to bed and then he'll join you and his little ones.
As they're getting older and their personalities are coming in, you can definitely tell that Mira is just like her dad, has so much interest in his work and his shows and his movies and his music and she just loves her dad. "you're my little shadow, aren't you Mira?"
And Meadow? Oh she loves her mama, loves sitting with you while you crochet and loves sitting with you while you read and Meadow even has her own little book, loves being with mama.
Mira looks like her mama though and Meadow is the copy paste of Quinn.
He buys them Valentine's day gifts and takes them each on one on one daddy/daughter days, and group days.
Quinn likes to joke with them too, once they're 4-5, purposely mixing up their names.
“Mira here is your peanut butter and jelly with no crust and extra jelly. And Meadow here is your ham and cheese, hold the cheese." and he just chuckles a little when he sees them switch plates.
He ugly cries on the first day of school every year. High school just about takes him out.
What do you mean they're gonna date soon??? What do you mean they're gonna drive soon??? What do you mean they only have 4 years left???
Mira would rather skip out on the dances but Meadow begs and pleads with her sister every time, so now you're dress shopping AND suit shopping.
"i'll go Dow, but i am NOT wearing a dress."
"That's fine, I think you and J- "
"MEADOW SHUT IT." Quinn and you just look at each other, and know. Mira is seeing someone, or at least is into someone and you guys don't know much on it, until picture time before the dance comes around and you see the oldest Zegras child and Mira closer than usual and that's when Quinn calms himself "god at least it's his kid, could've been way worse."
"I mean, do you think Mira was really just picking a purple shirt for nothing?" Meadow would bring up "they had to match her suit to her dress."
Trevor comes up and talks about it later, wondering how much you two knew versus them. Everyone's just happy they're happy.
They'd stay together throughout high school, finally coming clean at the end of freshman year. They decide on a college together (with Meadow picking a college not far from her sister) and suddenly the house is empty and Quinn’s standing in the doorway of the girls' area of the house holding their baby book, tears in his eyes.
"Can't believe they're all grown up, honey."
"We did good, Quinny."
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hey lovely!!
maybe a luke castellan x fem!reader who’s suuuuper sweet? maybe an aphrodite kid, and jsut super kind and charming overall? nobody expects her and luke to be together, but how different they are ends up working?
thank you!!!
ofc<3
Warnings: fem!reader, small mention of food, PDA, one swear word, lmk if there are any missing
I hope you dont mind this is from percy’s pov<3
luke castellan masterlist part two
“No way,” Percy muttered under his breath, giving Charlie the same disbelieving look he was receiving back. "I don't believe it."
Charlie shrugged.
“Well, you’d better,” the boy whispered back. “Cause it looks like they got something serious, man.”
The pair watched in part disgust and part fascination as they watched the blissful pair across the fire. Luke had his chin rested on her shoulder, whispering something Percy assumed was flirtatious due to her flustered reaction- all pink cheeks and giggles as she reprimanded him playfully, pushing his chest. Luke remained unfazed, lips curling smugly and crossing his arms as he brushed a quick kiss against the plush of her cheek.
Charlie’s eyes widened further. “But how? They’re so-”
“Different?” Silena finished her boyfriend’s sentence, looking up from her charred marshmallow stick. “You’re not one to talk, Charles. Look at us. Besides, she makes him a completely different person. Look.”
The trio turned their heads once again, this time to the nauseating, in Percy’s opinion, sight of her feeding Luke pieces of sticky marshmallow, both of them giggling when it gets everywhere. Luke pokes his tongue out to get the last bits off of her fingers, and she squeals.
Percy’s nose wrinkles, turning to Charlie. “Disgusting.”
“Agreed,” Charlie nods with a grimace of his own. “It’s a miracle he got her, to be honest. She’s so…”
“Bubbly?”
“That.”
Charlie sighs. “I am happy for him, though. The both of them. Even if they are… terrifyingly different.”
Percy nods in agreement, heart swelling in joy for his first friend at camp. “Yeah.”
The older boy sighs. “They’re too mushy though,” he remarks.
Percy’s eyes narrow at the scene of the lovesick couple, now kissing tenderly with not even the fire casting fluctuating shadows over their faces able to hide the content of their expressions. “Not nice.”
Charlie inhales. “Oi!” he yells over the fire. “Too much PDA, man! Get a room!”
Laughter ripples through the air, and both guilty candidates break away, one unnaturally red- faced and the other tittering, finger hooked around the string of her partner's beaded necklace.
“Fuck off, man,” Luke complains loudly, eyes dancing with glee. “Leave me and my girl alone.” He wraps an arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer than deemed possible.
She looked up at him, adoration gracing her soft features as she stared at her lover. “Don’t be mean, Luke.”
“He started it!”
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FREE TRANSFORMERS PRIDE ICONS 2025
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another actor au where reader gets injured on set and ofc the others being worried af ☹️ (vi and caitlyn being the most worried 🫶)
sticks and stones ; caitvi x reader
note : omg my first ask yay! anyways, i just wanted to say how much i love this omg. just imagine, caitvi fussing over you, giving you the princess treatment *explodes* this is lowkey poorly written tho, it's my first time writing with two love interests. i mean i could have made it platonic but where's the fun in that.
content warning : blood, minor injuries, swearing,
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“cut! get the medics in here right now!”
you had no idea how this happened. a second ago, you were literally in the middle of acting a scene out with ekko in the firelight hideout. next thing you know, you twisted an ankle and fell 10-15 feet to the ground. thankfully, the leaves and branches from the tree (of the firelight hideout) broke your fall, leaving you with a few scrapes, bruises, and possibly a broken ankle.
when vi saw your body hit the cold hard floor she bolted, shouting for someone to get any medical professionals on the set. it took cait a couple of seconds to register what just happened, when it finally dawned on her she immediately followed vi. if people didn’t take notice that something was going on between the three of you, well… they’d probably notice it now. vi kneeled beside you, her hands cupped your cheek gently as she checked your head for any injury. thankfully, you only had a couple of cuts on your cheek and nothing too serious (you also may or may not have a small bump on your head that can be taken care of with some nice cold compress).
“is she okay?” cait exclaimed, she was out of breath and was ready to dial 911. before vi could answer, the medical team finally arrived. they ushered cait, vi, and your cast mates away as they loaded you on the stretcher and into the make-shift clinic tent on set.
it’s been almost an hour since vi and cait camped out of the tent. the two were practically about to explode, they were just so worried about you. the fact that it’s been an hour and still no news about you and how you’re doing concerns them. when the doctor examining you finally exited the tent (and quite literally almost bumped into them), they wasted no time bombarding the doctor about your condition.
“she’s doing fine ladies,” the doctor smiled. “just a couple of scratches, a bruise here and there, and a sprained ankle.”
vi’s face fell and cait was practically chewing nails.
“how long will it take for her to recover?’ cait asked worriedly.
the doctor gave her shoulder a pat, “it’ll take two to three weeks for the ankle to heal. then another week for her to get used to walking on it again.”
“how should we treat the ankle? does it need cold or hard compress?” vi demanded, poor girl was stressing the fuck out.
“use a cold compress for a week or until the swelling has gone down, then hot compress to help with blood flow. elevating the sprained ankle helps minimize the pain as well.” the doctor added before heading out, leaving the two girls to enter the tent.
watching the scene unfold was ekko and powder. they hung out beside a food truck next to the medical tent, fully overhearing the conversation that just unfold. “i sure hope (name)’s doing alright.” powder murmured, resting her head on her boyfriend’s shoulder. ekko nodded in response, “i sure hope so. i imagine dealing with those too will be much more painful than dealing with the sprain.”
powder let’s out a laugh and shook her head. “ekko! that’s so mean.”
“it’s true though,” ekko shrugged then rested his head on powder’s. “i swear, those three have a weird relationship.’
“we listen, we don’t judge ekko.”
when the doctor left the tent to give you some privacy, you almost burst into tears. the cuts didn’t hurt, the bruises didn’t hurt, and the sprain was bearable. it’s the fact that filming will have to be pushed back a bit due to your sprain. you wouldn’t be able to stand on that foot at all until it heals, the doctor already made a note that you need at least a month and a half to fully recover. the director and producers weren’t pleased, but they did understand and didn’t want to push you since you are one of the most hardworking actors on set.
the tent flap rustled open, pulling you away from your thoughts. caitlyn and vi entered the tent, both had worried looks on their faces. they sat on opposite sides of the stretcher where you laid.
"how are you feeling?" cait asked, taking your hand and holding it. you sighed and shrugged. you didn't want to talk, especially to vi and caitlyn. you just know that the moment you open your mouth the dam will break, you already feel sorry for yourself and crying will make it worse.
"cupcake," vi said as she cupped your face in her hand. she tilted your head to look at her. "you know you can tell us anything right?"
you closed your eyes as you leaned into vi's touch, your hand gripping caitlyn's a little bit tighter. "i just- if i talk about it i'll cry and it'll make feel worse." your voice sounded so small and hurt, it made cait and vi's heart ache.
cait pressed a kiss to your hand, "if you don't want to talk we won't force you, but you need to let it all out eventually. bottling your feelings isn't healthy at all." vi nods in agreement, she squeezed your cheeks before bending down to press a kiss on your forehead. "if you need to cry, cry. you have our shoulders to cry on, cupcake."
you closed your eyes and let the tears fall.
caitlyn and vi stayed true to their words, they comforted you and stayed in the tent until they were kicked out by the producers. when you were finally alone, a smile adorned your lips. your girlfriends were right, letting it all out did make you feel ten times better.
after today's shooting was done, caitlyn and vi took you home. cait went ahead and started cooking dinner while vi carried you to your room, making sure your foot was elevated. for the next month and a half, they barely left your side (unless they were needed for filming). they never let you do anything, you were basically confined to your room. as much as you hated being useless, your protests were ignored by cait and vi. it didn't matter though, at least you're ankle is almost healed and being babied by your girlfriends felt good anyways.
note : well that sucked LMAOOOO sorry anon
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littlefreya ¡ 1 year ago
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Pictures of You
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Summary: While Sy is deployed, his new girlfriend sends him nudes, and now he must take care of 'business' himself while fantasizing about the things he would do to her.
Pairing: Captain Syverson x himself x OFC
Word count: 1,200
Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI), pure smut, graphic depiction of sex (male x female), male masturbation, bodily fluids, accidental creampie, dirty language, punishment, Freya using "peach". Being caught in the act. A bit of fluff. Not beta'd.
*No permission is given for reposting my work, translating, copying it, or parts of it and claiming it as your own*
A/N: It's been a while since I posted. I am working on a series (plural), but I got inspired by a lovely anon today. I'm not sure if I'm tagging anyone since my tag list is probably outdated and I'm not sure who still wants on. So, if you enjoyed, reblog, or comment, let me know. I'd appreciate it. 🖤
Pictures of You
At last, night unfurled, and the camp became quiet. 
The glorified Captain retired to his quarters, exhausted from a day of training recruits and tedious paperwork. This deployment would be long, and though he loved being The Captain - Logan Syverson was beginning to miss home.
It was all because of her. Sy shouldn't have caught feelings, long-distance relationships were never his thing, but damn, she was something else; a woman way above his league, pretty, hot as hell and way too smart to be with a military grunt like him.
Needless to say, fucking her made him feel like a god. 
Stripping down to his boxer, Sy slumped into his bed with a huff and reached for the private cell phone stuffed in his drawer. 
Twenty unanswered messages appeared on the screen—three of them from her.
Joy painted his face at the sight of her name. Ignoring everything else, he went directly to read her messages.
“Missing my big Sy”, the first message read. 
The other - “something to make you think of me.”  
The last message was simply an attachment. Curious, Sy tapped it open.
‘Fucking hell.’
The unmistakable pang of desire instantly surged through his groin. 
There she was, his sweet woman, naked and spread open like a present unwrapped, especially for him. She was sitting on her bed, one breast gripped by her palm with her nipple peeking through dark-painted nails while her other hand toyed with the sweet peach between her thighs. 
“Fuck,” Sy muttered. Already rock-hard. Absentmindedly, his hand massaged the hefty bulge through the fabric of his boxers, eliciting a deep groan from under his breath. 
‘What are you doing to me, babygirl?” 
It wasn’t just her naked body and the way her finger teased her own slit, but the look she gave him, the familiar neediness in her gaze, the way she bit her lip. 
Damn, if she was here right now… He’d fucking punish her for teasing him so bad! He’d pin her to the wall with his hand around her throat and show her what happens to naughty girls who like playing such wicked games. 
Now he had three fucking months to go, and all he could think of was how bad he wanted to be inside her tight little cunt.
‘Well, guess I’ll have to take care of this myself…’
Springing his cock free from his boxers, he ran his rough fingers up and down the length of his imposing shaft - slow at first, as Sy enjoyed taking his time, just as he would with her. His thumb rolled across the crown of his cock, gently grazing the tip while he imagined flipping her against the pitted wall in this room. Make her take it from behind so he could look at that perfect rounded ass of hers and watch his cock slipping in and out of her body. 
Still holding the photo open, he focused on her succulent cunt before spitting onto his open palm and griping himself once again. Tighter this time, he squeezed onto his girth and began to fuck his own hand. 
Pants and groans sputtered from his mouth, his chest heaving as he gradually picked up the pace. In his fantasy, he parted her ass cheeks and teased her dripping little hole until she begged him to fuck him. Then he forced himself all the way in, making her cry out. 
The sounds of her moans echoed in his memory, so helpless and desperate at the same time - he was nearly too much for her; that narrow cavern of hers could barely take his leviathan cock, but still, she took every pounding, becoming wetter around his shaft as her body not only yielded to accommodate him but lured him deeper inside. 
“I want inside you, babygirl…” Sy mumbled out loud, his hand now moving in ecstatic fervour. Sweat dripped down the contracting muscles of his abs. Soon, he felt himself swell even larger, and his sack strained with the desperate need for release. 
He tightened his grip, now choking his shaft and thinking of how it felt when she came around him. How she contracted all around his cock and shattered like glass smashing on the floor.
“Don’t come inside….” She’d warned him. She wasn’t on the pill. But this time, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from filling her full of his cum, and maybe… he wouldn’t want to… 
It was his fantasy, after all. 
“FUCK!!!” 
With the image spilling inside her, he allowed himself to be swept by the fierce waves of pleasure, his entire body buzzing with bliss as hot, thick ribbons of ecstasy spilt over his fingers. He might have shouted too loudly, but it’s not like he ever gave a fuck. 
It took Sy a few good minutes to climb down to earth, and then he chuckled hoarsely as he noticed the mess he had left on his hand. Shaking his head, he reached for a towel and wiped himself clean before returning to gaze at her photo. 
“What am I gonna do with you, doll?”
Well, there was an idea. He could repay the favour by sending her a photo of himself. Usually, he was against this type of stuff, but what she did was particularly risky for a woman, and if she was bold enough to treat him, he could do the same. Besides, they had three months until they could meet again. He better make sure she remembered who she belonged to.  
He stroked himself lightly. Still semi-hard, he wondered whether he could work himself to another erection this soon when a knock sounded at the door.
“Mother of f…. One moment !!!” 
Sy yelled. Irritated, he briefly tucked his shaft back in his boxers and jumped out of bed. The room smelled rancid, but Sy couldn’t bring himself to care. He couldn’t even bring himself to put on a shirt as he rushed to the door.
“What?” He grunted before getting to see who was on the other side.
‘Well, fuck me sideways.’
It was a woman because why the hell not? Private Hicks, to be precise. The young thing’s eyes flared with surprise and then snapped to the floor to avoid staring at her sweaty, half-naked superior, but not before catching a glance of his hairy, tattooed chest and the semi-erected bulge in his groin.
The strong scent of sweat and sex hit her nostrils like a smack in the face. It took everything not to curl her face. There was no need to put two and two together to realise what she had just intruded. 
“Sir.” Hicks saluted in badly hidden embarrassment. 
Sy let out a deep sigh. Clearly, she knew what he was doing before she arrived. She probably heard him come all over himself right before knocking. Frankly, he wasn’t ashamed. 
“Get on with it, Private.”
“Sir,” she repeated, her voice a slight tremble. “ I’m sorry to bother you… but the Major asked me to get you.” 
Sy scratched the back of his head and groaned deeply. “Tell him I’ll be there in 10.” 
Without any other comment, he shut the door, leaving Hicks to wander back to the Major’s office, all shaken and quaking. 
As she walked away, she couldn’t help but bite her lips. All across her body, she felt those little electric streams of excitement, and her breath suddenly became shallow. She shouldn’t have thought of her superior like this, on what he did behind that closed door just a moment before she arrived, but Captain Syverson was too hot to handle and, needless to say, too loud. 
Well, she’d have to take care of herself later…
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hypnzo ¡ 5 months ago
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Hello new here! So glad I get to request to you Percy jackson x reader if you mind please!
My idea is y/n getting attacked during capture the flag by the Ares kids and ends up getting stabbed in the shoulder causing them to scream bloody murder and also alarting Percy who seeing this loses control of his anger and rage and almost causes the whole camp to be flooded by his powers and rage!
Ofc if you feel comfortable doing this thank you for your time!
“I'd back off if I were you.”
Percy Jackson x Reader
Warning !! English is not my first language. There might be some mischaracterization.
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It was capture the flag once again. For all the times you've spent in this camp—confidently, you could say you've gotten the hang of it.
However... There was one problem: The Ares Kids.
You weren't exactly sure what you have done to enrage them so much to target you every chance their eyes landed on you.
Perhaps it was that stinky eye you've given their head counselor, Clarisse La Rue, which was.. not so long ago.
In your defense, you weren't meaning to! Though she might've not been your cup of tea, you swore to them it was just.. an accident.
Did they believe you? Not even in the slightest...
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As capture the flag was just about to start, you could already feel their eyes burning fire against your back.
Gods, they really won't stop...
Suddenly, you felt someone's arm wrap around your shoulder. Their presence was familiar against your figure.
You didn't need to look up at the person to know that it was Percy.
His hold and warmth was enough to melt away your worries.
Looking up, you saw him raise a brow and flashed you one of his stupid grin as he pressed a kiss to your temple.
“What was that for?”
“Can I not kiss my partner?”
You only rolled your eyes in response, not bothering to argue with him for any longer.
“Good luck.” He says, before he pressed a soft kiss on your lips, tapping your shoulder before he goes back to his position.
“Thanks.” you felt your lips crook upward, your cheeks staining a subtle pink hue.
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“Well, well,” you felt yourself flinch as the voice rang through your ears, “if it isn't the pathetic loser of camp.”
“...What do you want?” you furrowed your brows before glancing fully at them. You felt your hands twitch against your weapon.
Disdain filled their faces, though a few of them exchanged amused glances with each other.
“Oh please, quit the bravery act.” one of them rolled their eyes. “You're already embarrassing as you are.” they scoffed.
“Unless you want to embarrass yourself even more. Then by all means, go ahead. Let's see how you'll handle it.”
“I bet they'll trip before they could even land a hit.”
They all laughed—they don't even bother landing an attack as if they're trying to mock you for being too weak.
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You lunge forward, holding your stance evenly as one of their swords clinked with yours.
Their aggression was evident, it was as if each strike of their weapon was spelling out their immense hatred towards you.
Without meaning to, you accidentally missed your step, causing them to take it into advantage to pierce their weapon to your shoulder, causing you to groan about the pain.
“I guess you'll just never learn, huh?” they all laughed, not even bothering to help you as they all turned into a blind eye to your bleeding shoulder.
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Shockingly, half of the people in camp stumbled upon their balance. Was an earthquake forming?
It didn't take long for the Ares Kids to fall onto their feet, though the ground only continued to shake as if it was angered by something.
You were about to fall onto the ground when suddenly you felt someone tighten their hold onto your waist.
You looked up at the person—the raven locks of his hair was evident to know who it was: Percy.
His sea green eyes were evidently piercing towards the Ares Kids, though his hands were clasped gently onto your waist.
You felt shiver as if something was approaching. You hissed from the pain on your shoulder as you turned around.
Was that a tsunami?!
“Percy..!” You shook him, trying to calm him down.
He felt your hands panicking against him, causing his powers to falter out of focus. He immediately turned his attention towards you, showing his evident concern to your current situation.
“Sorry angel, are you alright?”
You heard the Ares Kids scoff, though they were only met by a glare from Percy, causing them to scowl away.
“I'm fine.”
“I don't know if you'd consider bleeding to be fine, but..”
“Okay, maybe not...”
He pressed a kiss onto your lips before he helped guide you back to the infirmary.
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Note: I genuinely apologize if it took me so long to respond! I have been really busy...
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returnofeternity ¡ 3 months ago
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https://www.tumblr.com/returnofeternity/778777323976704000/thinking-about-coming-to-lottie-cuz-youre-getting
Hi! I loved your fic and was wondering if I could request a continuation?
Maybe after that moment with Lottie, the energy between you two is off but also, something feels off around you specifically. Like there’s a constant sense of dread following you. Almost like It is upset with you. Lottie notices, maybe Akilah too, and even Travis (though he doesn’t want to admit it). But since you said you didn’t want to believe, no one really brings it up.
Then the next card draw happens, and you already kind of know it’s coming and felt it building, so when you pull the Queen card, you don’t run—you just accept it. Some of the others are a little frustrated (they like the chase), but also kind of sad. Lottie stays quiet, but it’s clear she saw it coming and is heartbroken.
You head outside alone and Lottie follows you with a knife, offering to do it gently. She’s crying. You apologize—to her and to It—and just as she’s about to go through with it, maybe a large animal sacrifices itself again. It’s a sign that you’ve been forgiven. Lottie is relieved, and you return to camp alive, to everyone’s surprise.
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god thinking about dealing with the fact that lottie broke up with you PLUS it's winter and you can't snuggle with her while she's wearing her 5 billion coats </3 it almost makes you wanna believe in the wilderness just so she'll take you back.
but on a real note. at first, the feeling that keeps following you feels like dread. which is normal because your girlfriend just broke up with you, but it's heavy and you can sense Something following you, not just the dread that comes with a break up. it gets to the point where you cant sleep anymore because it makes you feel so sick and weird, and you start getting these visions, maybe, of dead animals and just blood. blood everywhere. hallucinating it on the snowy ground, looking up at the girls to see if anyone else is seeing this shit, and ofc lottie's the only one who looks at you. she gives you a smug smile almost as if to say, "see? i told you It's real." and walks away.
maybe you feel worse when lottie's around because she's the most devoted to It. and even though she loves you, she hated the way you spoke of It—spoke of her—about how she's unwell. she knows you don't mean it though. you're just scared of It's power. you just have to let It in. she can sense whenever you see something It shows you via hallucination, smiling when you actually see it, but frowning when you push it away. maybe the wilderness tells her that you're not the one, that it's your time.
even though you don't believe in It, you just feel the worst anxiety come on when lottie suggests a hunt. you know It's going to choose you. part of you wants to just cry. part of you just wants to scream at her, "why don't you sacrifice yourself then?" but you know she'd happily take up that offer (she was so disappointed when she didn't pick the queen card 😭). the wilderness wants a real sacrifice. a hunt.
you almost raise your hand when shauna asks if there are anymore objections. almost.
when you wake up the morning of the card pull, you hear lottie's voice whisper your name from outside your hut, but when you get up to look outside, you're the only one out there. you almost feel yourself black out when getting in the circle, watching van shuffle the cards. the pressure and dread just builds and builds, and you can almost hear the shuffle of cards and the fall of snow like it's right next to your ear. everythings so loud.
you dont even look at the card you pulled before you show it to everyone. you already know. and if it wasn't obvious by the way you heard all the girls gasp, it was from the way van's shaky voice tells you she's sorry.
you peer up at lottie, feeling small. the dread in your stomach is too much now, and you wobble slightly as shauna approaches to put jackie's necklace around you.
"i don't want a hunt." you mumble, loud enough for her and the others to make out what you said. "you can just do it here."
shauna scoffs immediately and shakes her head. she wants this hunt—needs it. she looks to lottie for guidance, since she was the one who suggested the hunt in the first place. "you heard what she said. It wants a hunt."
"i'm not gonna run." you raise your voice and you push shauna's shoulders to get her away. it felt good. wrong move though, because she takes her knife from her sheath and brings it up to your throat, her eyes full of rage.
the mediator is of course lottie, who pulls shauna away and gets in between to protect you. you feel a rush of something as her hand lightly touches your arm as she talks to shauna.
"i can do it. the wilderness will still be pleased without a proper hunt." her voice is calm and steady. "they just have to give themselves to It."
when she looks back at you, there are tears in her eyes. it makes you feel even worse than the thought of dying.
much to shauna's (and some of the others) disappointment, you get off without a hunt. she slams her spear on the ground as she watches lottie lead you out into the forest, telling nat, "be ready to prepare the feast." before heading into her hut to cool down.
it's awkward as lottie leads you to your death. what are you supposed to say when your ex-girlfriend is taking you to a spot to kill you? you don't know, so you just say quiet while relishing the feeling of her hand in yours again, even despite the circumstances. when lottie thinks she's gone far enough, she turns to you, wiping the tears from her eyes.
"i promise i'll be gentle." her once steady voice is now a bit shaky. she doesn't know if it's because she's about to kill the one true love of her life, or because she's giving the wilderness what It wants.
the second you feel the knife pause against your chest, you break. everything comes pouring out at once. you try to calm yourself, furiously wiping at your face full of tears as you choke on your sobs, but you can't.
you drop to your knees before lottie. "i'm sorry, lottie. i'm sorry i didn't believe in It. i just didn't understand It. i want to, please, i'm sorry, for everything."
you hear lottie's breath hitch for just a second, and when you lift your head to look at her, her arm is raised, about to strike. but then, something emerges in the bushes in front of you. a bear.
she looks back at the sound and feels a heavy weight lift off her chest. another sacrifice.
you scramble to get up, pulling weakly at lottie's coat to get her away from the animal. she looks back at you and shakes her head, a soft smile on her lips, before she walks forward.
it's a scene similar to the aftermath of doomcoming as you watch the bear bow its head to lottie, offering itself to her. instead of you. you feel a calm wash of the forest air run over your body.
"It forgives you." is what lottie tells you on the walk back to camp. "it took courage to admit you don't understand It. you have to prove yourself to It now."
"how do i do that?" you ask her, standing awkwardly in her hut, but feeling good to be back in it. to be back with her. or, at least you think you're back together.
she smiles at you.
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reminiscingtonight ¡ 10 months ago
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Takedown
Georgia Stanway x Earps!Reader
Word count: 784
A/N: inspired by that video ofc
[WOSO Masterlist]
You’re hard at work when Alessia slides up next to you.
Usually you do a good job at separating your education and your football career, but a last minute assignment means you’re doing your best to craft a ten page research paper in whatever free time you can scrounge up at camp.
“Did you hear?”
Face buried in your laptop, you don’t even spare her a glance. “Hear about what?”
You’re so focused you almost miss her next words.
“Georgia’s trying to wrestle your sister!”
It’s almost comical how quick your fingers come to a stop.
You look over the screen, noting the half exasperated, half amused face on the striker.
“What do you mean Georgia’s trying to wrestle Mary?”
The last thing you expect is to push through a crowd when Alessia leads you to the gym. The girls are all gathered around, hooting and hollering. And at the center of it all is Mary and Georgia.
The two of them are circling each other, Georgia’s eyes drawn and focused while Mary’s got her signature smirk splattered all over her face.
You don’t even have a minute to register everything or react properly before Georgia’s suddenly charging forward with a short yell. A gasp leaves your lips at the effortless way Mary grabs at Georgia’s hips and flips her over on her back with a light thump.
Though usually stoic and the poster girl for doing everything by the book, Leah’s right there to quickly drop to the ground, exaggeratedly slapping her hand on the ground. “One, two, three! That’s another win for Mearps!”
Mary pops up with a holler, grinning like a maniac as Leah parades her around as the champion.
With a huff you finally push your way through the crowd straight to where your girlfriend is sitting up looking worse to wear.
“Are you crazy?” you hiss, helping her to her feet.
Georgia blushes when she realizes you caught the whole takedown.
“Look, we were just--”
“G, she could’ve killed you!”
Georgia frowns. “I know. But I was being careful. All I was trying to do was pin her down.”
You sigh. You love the whole bro-ship your girlfriend has going on with your sister, but sometimes it’s like you’re mothering two teenage boys with no sense of self-preservation. “Georgia, my sister has a black belt in judo. She’d choke you out before you could ever pin her down.”
“I know.”
She says it with so much conviction you falter for a second, lost for words.
“You... you know?”
Georgia, ever the charmer she is, puffs out her chest at her best attempt to look threatening. “Mary may be a black belt in judo, but I’m a black belt in taking down big headed keepers.”
You can almost sense Mary’s presence behind you before you can even hear her. An ironclad hand clamps down on your shoulder, breath so close to your ear that it tickles.
“I’d like to see you try, shortstack. All you’ve done so far is feed that massive head of mine.”
Georgia gasps in outrage, another sharp retort on her tongue when she catches the glare on your face. She shrinks, meekly scratching at the back of her head instead
Mary snickers, jerking back suddenly when you whip around to focus your glare on her.
“Mary Alexandra, you’re thirty-one. Act like it!”
Though she’s six years your senior, sometimes you feel more like the older one between you two. Especially in times like these when Mary gives you all the reasons to scold her like a misbehaving child.
“And you, Williamson! Don’t think I didn’t see you egging everyone on!”
Leah’s in the middle of trying to slip out with the dispersing crowd when your sharp words stop her in her tracks.
Your captain turns around, giving you a sheepish smile. “Eh, sorry?”
“You’re going to be,” you grumble, thinking of the paper that you’re no doubt losing motivation to write the longer you’re trying to wrangle everyone down.
It’s times like this that you wish you hadn’t accepted Sarina’s call-up to camp. It’s already hard enough to babysit your girlfriend and her friends whenever you meet up for a mini vacation throughout the football season and sometimes after, but having to do it at camp too is a bit exhausting. Usually Keira’s here to help too but--
You narrow your eyes at the three suspiciously angelic faces batting their eyelashes at you.
“Where’s Keira?”
When you slam open your shared hotel room door minutes later, Keira shrieks, nearly knocking over what looks suspiciously like a makeshift wrestling ring in the middle of the room.
Keira blinks, eyes wide. “Uh, this isn’t what it looks like.”
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shelbgrey ¡ 4 months ago
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Heyyy can i get a smutty fic with older Johnny Lawrence 😩 it is so hard to find good fics of him and i love the ones you wrote. I’d like something with an age gap (as in reader being much younger but legal ofc) but anything you’re okay with! Please and thank you 💕💕
The great outdoors(Johnny Lawrence)
Paring: Johnny Lawrence x LaRusso!Reader
Summary: Miyagi-do and eagle fang go out for a weekend of camping and luckily for Johnny, Daniel's baby sister tags along to help. The two have been dancing around each other for months, ignoring their feelings - or Johnny has. But what will happen when Chozen forgets to bring the extra tent and y/n and Johnny end up sharing.
Warrings: SMUT, one bed trope but with a tent, oral(F receiving), unprotected sex, rushed ending, age gap(10 years are mentioned), slight orgasm denial, language, not edited, not my best work - sorry pookies.
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Daniel had this idea to take the members of Miyagi-do or eagle fang, whatever they decide to be that week out camping. Y/n always help both Johnny and Daniel out rather it be with classes or tournaments. She went even though she hated camping with a passion, she kept telling herself it was to help Daniel out, but part of her was aching to spend the weekend with Johnny. Then to make matters worse, Chozen forgot to get the extra tent from Daniel's garage. The tent y/n was supposed to sleep in.
“I'm sorry, y/n-San. I had forgotten you'd be joining us this weekend” Chosen said sheepishly.
“It's alright,” y/n tried to reassure Chozen, the both of them had become pretty good friends over the last few months, but she was pretty frustrated and she had become comfortable enough to put him in his place without anyone getting butt hurt. “But where the hell am I sleeping this weekend?”
“It's alright, you can share a tent with Amanda and I'll bunk with Chozen” Daniel said, trying to defuse the situation. Part of him was glad both Amanda and Johnny were too occupied helping the others set up or else he'd have their two cents too.
“no, share a tent with your wife,” y/n told her brother then looked over at chozen. “but I ain't sharing a tent with him, he snores”
“I don't not snore!” Chozen scoffed.
“dude, I could hear you all the way in my room when you were staying with us” y/n shot back.
“then I guess you're sharing with Johnny-San, so ha!” Chosen said in a way a child tried to win an argument.
“Wait what?” y/n paused, not realizing she was already turning red. Daniel missed his little sister's genuine reaction.
Then Johnny looked up from the tent he was helping Robbie set up. “Who am I sharing what with?” he asked, making Robbie snicker.
Daniel sighed, shaking his head. “the three of you can just figure it out,” he walked off to help Amanda and the girls, as he did he passed Johnny. “if she's staying in your tent, keep your hands to yourself”
Johnny rolled his eyes. This was his worst nightmare. Or was it? He really liked y/n and this would be torture, or it could be amazing. Daniel's scolding stayed on repeat in his head, making himself promise to behave.
“Seriously, you don't have to” y/n said to Johnny, trying to hide the inner excitement and nervousness she felt at the thought of being in that little tent with him.
“What are you gonna do? Find a cave to sleep in?” Johnny raised an eyebrow. “you can stay with me, it's only for two nights”
“Thanks Johnny” she smiled.
“Yeah, yeah, don't mention it” he smirked, leading her over to his tent with her stuff in tow.
Y/n raised an eyebrow, trying to hide whatever she was feeling with sarcasm. It's not the first time the two of them teased and gave each other crap. “pretty small, how do you expect the both of us to fit”
“Well, excuse me, princess. I wasn't expecting company” he said, unzipping it and grabbing her backpack to toss it in with his.
Later that night the kids - well, can't really say that now, so the members of Miyagi-do went stargazing or something, I wasn’t paying attention and all I knew was Daniel and Chozen left with them. Some hours earlier, Demetri had gotten sick and Amanda left to take him home. I think she was thankful that she had a reason to leave. So that just left me and Johnny at the campsite.
Johnny had left to get some wood for the fire and y/n sat next to it, poking at it and trying to stay warm. Johnny came back moments later, setting down the fire wood before sitting down on the fallen tree next to her, but not too close. The fire was giving her a beautiful glow and only made her more attractive. Johnny cleared his throat, trying to get rid of the thoughts.
“Cold?” he asked, shrugging off his flannel and wrapped it around her shoulders before she could actually answer.
Y/n tried not to blush, putting her arms through the holes and wrapped the soft, thick material close to her body. It was warm and smelt like him, best of both worlds. “thanks” she smiled softly, hiding how much the tiny jester affected her.
Johnny couldn’t help but look y/n up and down in his flannel, it was big on her, but it looked cute. He had only imagined how she would look in one of his t-shirts. Johnny shook his head and looked at the fire, getting flustered and trying to distract himself.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re welcome.” He mumbled, awkwardly running a hand through his hair.
Johnny looked back at her out of the corner of his eye. She looked great under the fire’s light, it made her eyes look brighter, the shadows were highlighting her curves. Johnny quickly looked away from her, before his mind could wonder any farther. Johnny was fighting himself internally, trying to stay focused.
“So, umm” she said softly, breaking the silence. They were always so comfortable with each other and ever since the knowledge of them sharing a tent this weekend hung over their heads it's been kinda shy around them. “You wanna roast some marshmallows or something?”
He immediately nodded, glad for the distraction. Anything to keep his mind off how attractive she looked in his flannel. “Hell yeah” He reached for the bag of marshmallows, trying to keep his hands steady.
Johnny could literally feel the heat radiating off her as she sat close to him. He could feel her arm brush against his as they held their marshmallows in the open flame. couldn’t get enough. He wanted to reach out and just touch her, hold her, but he was fighting the urge the best he could. His arm would brush against hers and he’d feel electricity run through his body. As Johnny tried to distract himself he watched her roast the marshmallow, noticing how she bit her lip in concentration, a small habit he found adorable.
“You're gonna end up burning yours” y/n said, pulling hers away. It was golden brown, perfect.
Johnny failed to notice his marshmallow turning black. He pulled his burned treat from the fire, cursing at the sight of it but then chuckled. “Damn” he mumbled, flicking the peace of coal off the stick.
Y/n let out a soft laugh. Johnny glanced up and watched her lips wrap around the marshmallow, biting into the gooie, roasted treat. Her eyes met his blue ones as she swallowed, not realizing there was a small string of marshmallow on the corner of her lips. “something on your mind?”
He then noticed the small string of marshmallow on the corner of her lips. He almost groaned at how hot that was. He willed himself not to lean over and lick it off. He was fighting the urges hard again.
“What?” she asked softly, raising an eyebrow.
Johnny was just staring at her, the way she bit her lip, even the way she swallowed was driving him crazy. Then he noticed the marshmallow on the corner of her lips again and without a second thought his thumb was swiping it off. Johnny’s thumb was now right on her bottom lip, his hand still cupping her face. Y/n’s eyes shot up, staring into his blue eyes. Her cheeks heated up from the feeling of his rough, warm palm against her face.
Johnny didn’t even realize he did it, it was completely on reflex, but now he was stuck. He tried to take his hand back, as he realized the situation but he couldn’t move. She was so close. The fire danced in her eyes, she was so beautiful. Johnny’s thumb moved back and forth on her lip almost subconsciously.
The silence was deafening. The only sound was the crackling of the fire and you could cut the tension with a knife. Johnny’s eyes traced down to her lips, and he had to fight every urge not to lean forward and capture them in a kiss. But their age difference was the only thing keeping him back.
It was only ten, ten useless years. Johnny was pushing late 40s and y/n was in her 30s, past grown adults. So, instead of admitting his feelings he just went for a playful banter and he tried to convince himself he wouldn't go after her in respect for Daniel. Even though that's total bullshit.
“Johnny” she said just below a whisper as she went too close in the gap, but he pulled away.
“y/n, we can't” Johnny trailed off. He didn’t want to upset her or hurt her, he wanted to tell her how bad he wanted this, wanted her, but he needed to stay strong and keep the distance between them, even if it killed him.
“But we can” she said softly, inching closer again.
Johnny’s resolve was weakening. Her soft words and gaze was making his willpower waiver. He could only hold on to his argument for a few moments longer. “I’m just so much older than you” Johnny felt like he was grasping at straws with that excuse.
“ten years,” y/n couldn't help but let out a chuckle, it was ridiculous. We were adults. “Is that really the issue here?”
Johnny’s excuse crumbled when y/n laughed at it and he knew he was in deep. His argument was terrible, he could only use one more argument against this, the only one he still was holding on to. “I still have enough common sense not to flirt with LaRusso's sister”
“Ooo, what's Danny gonna do?” she rolled her eyes, she knew what he'd do.
“Beat my ass, that’s what. Daniel’s still got a hell of a kick.”
Y/n stared up at him, moving closer. “since when did he make you such a, In your own words a 'pussy'?”
He was right up to her now looking down to keep eye contact to avoid being obvious. “You know how Daniel is, if he found out the way I want you he’d throw me through a wall.”
“And how do you want me?” y/n whispered, lust and love clouding her eyes.
Johnny’s mind flashed through all the different ways he wanted her but he didn’t let it show on his face, he was too stubborn. “Stop asking stupid questions you already know the answer to” He grunted out, trying to ignore the shiver that ran through his body.
“Okay, then stop saying stupid things and do what you want like usual”
That was the plan. Johnny no longer tried to hide it and let his inner voice take over. He moved his head to the back of her neck and began pulling her closer, closing the space. His eyes were still on hers, giving her a way out, but the way she looked at him was telling him what he wanted to hear. Johnny’s face was only an inch away from hers as he spoke softly. “Are you sure?”
Y/n grabbed his shirt, pulling him against her and smashed her lips against his, gripping his black thermal in her fists tightly. Johnny wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer as she kissed him back roughly, all the bottled up desire finally exploded. They both knew the line they were crossing should be handled with care, just like how you'd handle a firework. It's badass if you're smart and you light it with caution, but if you're stupid it will blow up in your face.
Johnny's hands roaming down to her lower back as he deepened the kiss. He broke away only to breathe and look into her eyes, making sure they were still on the same page. Y/n pressed her lips back against his, moaning softly and climbed into his lap without breaking the kiss.
Johnny groaned at the feeling, his hands instinctively gripping her hips. The kiss intensified, tongues tangling as he lost himself in the moment. Years of pent-up desire unleashed, he tilted his head, kissing her deeper, more urgently. Y/n cupped his jaw, moaning as their tongues tangled together. She pressed her chest against his and Johnny lost balance on the fallen tree he was sitting on at the campsite.
Johnny stumbled backwards, taking her down with him. He landed with a grunt, hitting the forest ground first before she landed on top of him, both of them laughing breathlessly as they laid there in a tangle of limbs, trying to regain their balance. Y/n shifted, sitting back a bit to look at him. He was laying on the soft pine needles and dead leaves covering the forest floor and his legs were still draped over the log he was once sitting on. “you alright?”
Johnny had to take a moment to find his words. His eyes traveled down her body, she was on top of him, straddling his waist, in one of his flannels and it was the most amazing thing he’s ever seen. Without hesitation he grabbed her face, pulling her fully on top of him, kissing her fiercely. Y/n let out a soft moan against his lips, cupping his jaw as their lips moved against each other in a rushed pace.
Johnny’s hands were all over her. One was on her face, holding her in place and the other was on the small of her back, keeping her as close as possible. His body was reacting to everything she was doing, every small sound she made was enough to make his pants feel a little tighter. His hand on her back slowly dipped down, grabbing a handful of her ass, his hand squeezing and gripping her in a possessive hold.
Y/n pulled away from the kiss, their noses brushing against each other as she let out a small moan and rutted against him, making his hips bucked up to meet hers. His strong arms wrapped around her to pull her flush against him. He nuzzled his nose against hers, his breathing growing heavier as he whispered, “Dammit, you gotta stop moving”
“or what?” she teased softly.
Johnny growled, his eyes flashing open, he murmured huskily. “Or I might just pin you to this fucking ground and show you exactly what happens when you tease me like this”
“Nope, I rather not wake up with splinters on my ass and thighs”
Johnny chuckled darkly, his hands moving to her hips to stop her from moving. He squeezed them possessively, his thumbs brushing the crease of her inner thighs. “Then get your ass in the tent” His voice was hoarse, his face flushed, his pupils dilated.
Y/n scrambled to her feet and he grabbed her hand, walking quickly towards the tent they were sharing for the weekend. Johnny was still holding her hand as he unzipped the tent door, and guided her inside. The space was a little small, considering it was only made for two people, but they could make it work.
Y/n pecked him on the lips then layed back on the air mattress that was in the middle of the tent, it was barely big enough to hold two people. He watched her body stretch out on the small air mattress. He took off his thermal slowly, throwing it on the side. He was left with his jeans, his chest visible. He saw her watching him, her cheeks were pink. He smirked slightly.
Y/n sat up, smirking. God, he was perfect. The way his arms flexed when his hands gripped her waist and how his frame easily towered over hers. Y/n's hands traveled down his chest to his stomach. He was the perfect mixture of muscles and fluff. She brushed her fingers down his torso to his jeans as her core throbbed for him, soaking her panties. She grabbed the front of his jeans, guiding him down towards her.
He didn't need an invitation. Johnny fell down on top of her, his large frame pinning her down to the air mattress. He caught himself on his elbows, looking down at her with hooded eyes. His lips parted, breathing heavily. “Fuck, y/n. You're playing with fire here”
“Good thing I don't mind being a pyromaniac” she said softly, carding her fingers through his hair.
His hips jerked down against hers at her words. He let out a low growl, his hands moving to either side of her head. He nipped her jaw softly, his body slowly moving down hers. His lips found her collarbone, placing open mouthed kisses there making her moan softly as her head fell back in pleasure.
His eyes darkened as he saw her neck arch back. He took the chance to suck on her neck softly, his teeth nipping lightly. His hands traveled down her sides slowly. He was careful with her, his touch feather soft. He unbuttoned the flannel he gave her slowly, his thumbs brushing her stomach softly.
Y/n shivered softly when the chill breeze hit her skin. “you know how cold it is?” she said softly, of all the nights Daniel picked to go camping it happened to be freezing.
He chuckled softly against her skin, his hands moving to warm her waist. “I'll keep you warm, baby” His voice was a husky whisper as he trailed kisses down her exposed stomach. Y/n shuddered, carding her fingers through his blond locks.
His smirk deepened as he unbuttoned her pants slowly, his thumbs hooking in her panties too. He pulled them down her legs slowly. He threw them somewhere in the tent then spread her legs slightly, his eyes watching her body carefully.
“J-Johnny” She shuttered in anticipation.
He hummed against her stomach, his eyes flashing up to meet her for a moment before he moved lower. “Shh, just relax,” His voice was thick with desire as he settled between her legs, pressing a feather-light kiss to her inner thigh, making her moan. “Fuck, you're perfect”
He smiled against her skin, placing one more kiss before slowly trailing his tongue up her thigh. His hands gripped her legs firmly, keeping them open for him. His breath was hot against her core. He looked up at her one more time before pressing a soft, purposeful kiss right above her sensitive spot, making her gasp.
He growled softly as she arched her hips and tugged at his hair, his tongue finally flicking against her core. His hands moved to grip her hips firmly, holding her down. “Fuck,” he muttered against her, then started slow, deliberate licks. “Stop trying to rush me” His voice was strained with desire.
Y/n whimpered. “J-Johnny”
He slowly slid one arm under her leg, lifting it over his shoulder. This new position allowed him to bury his face in her core, his fingers parting her folds as his tongue flicked against her clit. “Shit” He murmured against her, his free hand sliding up her body to pinch her hard peaks.
“Fuck, stop teasing” y/n moaned softly and breathlessly, tugging at his hair and pulling him closer.
He groaned against her, the vibration sending shivers through her body. He intensified his efforts, making her gasp as he sucked and licked her clit with more fervor. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her firmly in place as he devoured her. "Someone's eager”
He curled two fingers inside her suddenly, finding that spot that made her head fall back against the pillow in pleasure. He hooked them upwards, hitting her g-spot over and over as he sucked on her sensitive bud. He could feel her tensing up, trying to pull his hair to get him closer.
“I'm so close” y/n said softly and desperately.
He felt her body trembling, his fingers curling deeper inside her. He could feel her release building, ready to break. He looked up at her through his lashes, his eyes filled with mischief as he slowed down his movements, denying her the release she so desperately needed.
“D-dammit, Johnny” y/n shuddered softly.
He chuckled softly at her frustration, the sound vibrating against her sensitive skin. His blue eyes twinkled with mischief as he slowly withdrew his fingers, making sure to brush against her g-spot teasingly one last time. Y/n moaned desperately, holding on to his shoulders as he kissed up her stomach.
He trailed kisses up her body slowly, taking his time to explore her soft skin. He bit softly at her neck, sucking lightly to leave a mark. He grinned against her neck as he felt her body shudder with pleasure. “Shh” He whispered against her ear before kissing her jaw.
Y/n moaned softly, hooking one of her legs over his waist and pressing his hips against his. She moaned, grinding desperately over his erection. The roughness of his jeans gave some sweet relief, but it wasn't enough. He groaned loudly, his rigid length throbbing with need. He gripped her thigh tightly, pressing harder against her as he matched her movements. His other hand tangled in her hair, tugging slightly as he crushed his lips to hers in a heated kiss.
Y/n pulled away, catching her breath. “I need you”
He growled possessively, his eyes locked onto hers as he slowly unbuttoned his jeans with his free hand. He kicked them off along with his boxers, revealing his toned hips and powerful thighs. He wrapped her leg around his waist more securely, pulling her closer. “You sure?”
“You know I am”
“Fuck” He muttered against her lips, aligning himself at your entrance. He pushed inside slowly, making her head fall back as she cried out his name as her eyes rolled back in pleasure. “Johnny!” she cried out, gripping his shoulders. Johnny slid the rest of the way in, inch by inch, his blue eyes studying her face for any signs of discomfort. “Goddamn,” He cursed softly, completely sheathed inside her. “How the fuck are you this tight?”
He buried his face in her neck, his teeth sinking into her skin as he held himself still, trying to regain control. He felt her nails dig into his back, her hips lifting to take him deeper. He growled, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in, filling her completely.
Y/n moaned, wrapping her legs around his hips. He groaned deeply, his hips moving faster and harder against her. He could feel her legs tightening around him, pulling him deeper with each thrust. His hands gripped her ass, lifting her slightly to change the angle, hitting that spot inside her that made her eyes roll back. “Fuck”
“Oh, shit,” y/n gasped. “right there”
He smirked against her neck, feeling her body quiver with pleasure under his touch. He maintained that perfect angle, his thick cock stroking her most sensitive spots with every sharp thrust. “That's it, baby” He groaned, his voice gravelly with lust.
“Johnny, I'm gonna cum” she gasped, raking her nails down his back.
Feeling her walls tightening around him and hearing your desperate moan, Johnny lost the last shred of his control. He pumped into her harder and faster, each thrust precise and designed to push her over the edge. “Cum for me, fuck” he growled, his fingers digging into her hips.
“Johnny!” Y/n finally reached the edge, letting all her nerves relax as her vision became white and blurred, her legs tightened around Johnny's waist as her eyes rolled back for the immense pleasure while she buried her face into his neck. Johnny didn't stop his thrusts while her orgasm washed over her. She couldn't stop the moans and pants that were coming out from her mouth.
That pushed him over the edge. He buried his face against her shoulder, muffling his loud groan as he found his release deep inside her. He stayed like that, holding her in his arms and trying to catch his breath. “Damn it”
“fuck” she whispered, holding on to him like her life depended on it, like he was only thing keeping her on earth. Her head was tilted back as she caught her breath, her legs losing their grip around his hips
He slowly lifted his head, looking down at her with a mix of satisfaction and tenderness. He gently kissed her lips, still trying to catch his breath. He could feel her heart racing against his chest, matching the rhythm of his own. “Jesus Christ,” he whispered, a soft smile playing on his lips.
“Yeah” y/n whispered back, smiling.
He gently slid out of her, making both of them gasp at the sensitivity. He carefully settled beside her, propping himself up on one elbow to look at her flushed face. His hand traced lazy patterns on her stomach. “Those fucking noises you make” He shook his head, smirking.
“Oh yeah?” she asked softly, smirking. “You're into that?”
“Hell yes,” He laughed softly, his fingers finding her side. “You moan like it's the best damn thing you've ever felt. It's hot as shit” He grinned.
“Well, it kinda was,” y/n grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck. “the best thing I've ever felt” she admitted softly.
He chuckled, a deep, warm sound that resonated through his chest pressed against hers. His eyes softened as he gazed down at her, one hand coming up to gently caress her cheek. “Flatterer” he teased softly, his thumb brushing lightly over her lower lip.
He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. It was soft and tender, a stark contrast to the rough, passionate kisses they had shared earlier. He nuzzled his nose against hers, his eyes fluttering closed. “I fucking love you,” he murmured against her mouth.
Y/n pulled away, her eyes shut up to his and she swore her heart skipped a literal beat. “you do?” she asked softly with hope in her eyes.
Johnny's eyes snapped open, meeting her gaze. He saw the genuine question in her eyes. He realized that she might not know how serious he was. He captured her lips softly before answering. “Yes, smartass. I do,” His thumb grazed her jawbone.
“Like, a lot”
“I love you too” y/n said softly.
His face broke into a genuine smile - the kind that lit up his entire face - and he pressed his forehead against hers. “Thank fuck,” he whispered, his voice carrying a mix of relief and pure emotion. “Because I'm pretty sure I'm addicted to you”
“Me too”
Johnny kissed her forehead. “get some sleep, who knows what Daniel is gonna make us do in the morning” He said, making y/n chuckle. He rolled onto his back, pulling her with him so that she was lying on his chest. His fingers gently combed through her hair as they fell asleep to the sound of the great outdoors and their hearts beating as one.
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