#but I’m glad I did it for the pod

[liam-summers]

About to watch “Home” and be released from the shackles of AtS season 4 once and for all

GOOD FUCKING RIDDANCE 🗣️

YOU COULDN’T PAY ME TO EVER REWATCH SEASON 4 (and season 3, for that matter!!) OF THIS DAMN SHOW EVER AGAIN!!!!! I would rather gnaw off my own LIMBS!!!!!!!!!

[navybrat817]

Sergeant Snuggles

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky wants you to get some much needed rest. Word Count: Over 1.6k Warnings: Fluff, swearing, humor, reader is tired, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning and the best boyfriend, okay?). A/N: I'm tired. I want Bucky to fix my schedule. Again! ❤️Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You should’ve taken the afternoon off. You knew that. There was no reason for you to remain in the building beyond your earlier debriefing. The mission you completed was successful, but you hardly slept over the last few days because of it. Describing yourself as tired was an understatement.

But you had a tendency to stretch yourself thin at times and were stubborn, a trait Bucky both loved and fought you on.

The beautiful brunette you were lucky enough to call your boyfriend leaned over in his chair as you stifled a yawn. “That’s the fifth time you’ve done that in the last two minutes,” he whispered low enough to not draw attention.

“Glad you’re keeping count,” you whispered back, feeling his steel eyes linger on you as before he turned his focus back to Steve. At least he didn’t say he told you so after you turned down his suggestion this morning to call in.

You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, the stubble on his strong jawline catching your attention. He hadn’t shaved in a few days. Hardly slept either. Still looked gorgeous.

How was that fair?

“Just take a break,” he urged, tucking a strand of his long hair behind his ear. “It’ll help.”

“No, I’m fine,” you argued, picking up your drink and downing the rest of it, as if it would give you a boost. “We have a busy day. I don’t have time to use one of the pods.”

S.H.I.E.L.D. had recently built a lounge area for agents to rest and recoup during the day and between missions. Some of the pods were large enough for two people to rest comfortably together. Why not cuddle with your soldier for a short time? As nice as it sounded, you had to get through a few more hours of work.

“I love you, but you’re about two seconds away from putting your head on the table,” Bucky whispered, your heart skipping a beat. It did that whenever he professed his love for you. But you were also feeling a bit grouchy, even though he was only trying to help

“And I love you, but I’m about two seconds away from flipping this table,” you hissed before Steve cleared his throat. “Sorry,” you added sheepishly. It wasn’t his fault the mission cost you precious sleep.

The blonde’s brow furrowed. Like Bucky, he knew you pushed yourself too hard some days. You had to though. You weren't a super soldier like they were. “It’s okay,” he said before he continued.

Exhaustion veiled your normally bright and attentive gaze. The Captain had a commanding presence, yet your eyelids drooped as he kept talking. You weren’t sure if you were able to fall asleep sitting up and you didn’t want to find out. With a shake of your head, you had to try and fight the waves of drowsiness that crashed in your mind and washed over your body.

It was a losing battle. You used to laugh at memes that talked about meetings that could’ve been done in an email, but it didn’t seem so humorous now that you were living it. Why didn't you just stay home?

You jolted when your boyfriend suddenly placed his hand on your thigh and you wished you could say you blamed it on his touch. “What? What happened?” You asked. Did you fall asleep or just zone out?

“The meeting’s over,” he replied, nodding to the now empty room. You hadn’t seen anyone walk out. That wasn’t good.

“Shit.” You rubbed your temple, an ache building in your head. You’d have to apologize to Steve later because there was no way you retained anything he stated. “What time is it?”

Bucky checked his watch with a slight frown. “It’s 10:55.”

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck that.

“Yeah.” Bucky’s lip twitched in a smile when you realized you said that out loud. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck that.”

You huffed, your head cloudy again before you slumped in your chair. There was no way you’d make it through the day, as much as you wanted to try. You were useless in this condition. “Okay. I may need a nap,” you admitted.

He smiled softly as he pushed his chair back and held out his hand. “I had a feeling. That’s why I booked us one of the pods before we got here,” he said. It shouldn't have come as a surprise. He knew you better than you knew yourself. “Let's go.”

You pouted, but took his outstretched hand. “Are you sure I can't just try and suck it up?” You asked, covering your mouth with your other hand when you yawned yet again. “There’s still work to do.”

“And you're not going to finish it right this second,” he stated firmly, the drop in his voice making your throat go dry. He meant business when he used that tone. “You're going to let everyone else handle it, and they can handle it, and you are going to get some rest.”

You loved this man for putting up with and caring for you. “Yes, Sergeant, but I still don't want a nap,” you grumbled, wondering just how whiny you sounded.

He chuckled, the sound making you giggle. It was infectious. “Just twenty minutes. It’s all I'm asking for to start. You worked hard and deserve a nap,” he said, sneaking a soft kiss in when you pouted again. “If you won’t do it for yourself, do it for me? Please?”

Something vulnerable flashed in his eyes before he blinked it away. Nightmares still plagued him and you discovered that he rested easier with you beside him. Your presence didn’t always chase the horrors away, but it helped. Maybe he needed this nap just as much as you did.

What kind of partner would you be if you didn't help?

“Okay, Bucko. For you,” you smiled, leaning into his side as he guided you down the hall. You’d do anything for him. “You know, my caffeine let me down,” you added.

“I know, baby.”

“It’s a betrayal. It was supposed to stimulate me,” you mumbled.

“I know, baby,” he said again, going along with your tired rambling. “But we both know I stimulate better than that ever could.”

“Yeah, you do,” you smiled. He was very good at that. “And this is a good excuse for us to cuddle.”

“As long as you get some sleep, you can have all the cuddles you want,” he promised.

A tired smile touched your lips. “I should call you Sergeant Snuggles.”

It was at that moment that Sam walked by, the smirk on his face telling you that he at least caught the nickname you just came up with. Your gaze flickered to Bucky’s profile, catching the clench in his jaw as he stared at his colleague and friend. It was a sexy look, but now wasn’t the time to think about that. And Sam, the good man he was, didn't say a word. He nodded and went on his way.

Which likely meant he pocketed the nickname to bring up at a later time.

“Sorry,” you whispered, hoping you hadn’t embarrassed him.

Fondness took over Bucky's blue eyes when he swung his gaze back toward you. “Don't be sorry. You can call me whatever you want,” he assured you, taking you into the longue.

The low light created a peaceful atmosphere and you found yourself longing for relaxation as Bucky brought you to the pod furthest in the corner. He helped you in before he climbed in beside you, his massive frame making you feel safe and warm as he held you against him. His fingers moved along your back in a slow and soothing pattern and your breathing began to match his after a minute. It made it easy for your eyes to slip shut.

You still couldn’t believe that you had someone in your life like Bucky. The man did everything in his power to put your needs first and make sure he took care of you. Not because he didn’t think you were strong or capable enough to do so yourself, but because he recognized that you didn’t have to do everything alone. That was why he was your partner.

In work, in love, and in life.

“Thanks, Bucky,” you sighed, wishing you were awake enough to say how much you appreciated him. “Sorry for whining and bitching and being stubborn.”

“You don’t need to thank me and you didn’t whine or bitch. I’ll give you stubborn though,” he said, casually tossing a leg over you before you could move away. If you asked it of him, he’d lay on top of you like a blanket. “Just get some sleep and don’t push yourself today, please. I’ll feel a lot better if you relax.”

You’d feel a lot better, too. “One more question and I will.”

He hummed as he waited for you to speak.

“What's the policy on sex in the pods?” You asked, resting a hand on his chest and feeling his heart start to race. “For future us, for the record. I love you, but we’re not trying somnophilia here today.”

He exhaled a laugh against your forehead before he kissed it, warmth spreading like a balm through your head. “I love you, too,” he whispered. Dragging his lips down to yours. “And I’m sure we can find a way to make it work, but not until you rest, okay? Need you at one hundred percent for that.”

“Yes, Sergeant Snuggles,” you replied, feeling him hold you a little tighter before you finally got some much needed sleep.

I hope this reads well. 🤣 I'm le tired. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[bluesidez]

Hello!!! Love that you’re taking requests now 🫶🏽 would you write a domestic!miguel fic? Like showing the chaotic but fluffy dysfunction of the O’Hara household. Miguel and the reader already have two kids, maybe reader is pregnant with the third (if you’re comfortable with writing that)

I just really need some fluff in my life lol 😅

[Five Peas In A Pod]

lab taster: @scorpihoooe 🩻

pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Pregnant!Reader

summary: No family's life is exactly perfect, but it doesn't make them any less beautiful.

content warning: lots and lots of fluff, mentions of vomit, mentions of pregnancy and pregnancy cravings, mentions of food, could possibly be suggestive? but not enough to warrant a huge warning, a lot of crying but I promise it's not sad

word count: 4.3k, not proofread

a/n: I apologize for this being so late! But I'm really happy with how it turned out, so I hope you enjoy it as well!

“Finally.”

Miguel slid under the covers, grunting as he inched towards your back. His breath was warm on your head as he positioned one arm under one of your pillows and another around your waist.

“How are we feeling?” he kissed your scalp and rubbed down your stomach.

“Not too great, she’s been kicking for the past forty minutes.”

“That’s no good,” Miguel shifted to place his mouth on your shoulder. “What’s wrong, mija? Did you miss me?”

Your baby girl brought her feet to where Miguel held his hand, tapping away like there was there was no tomorrow. Miguel chuckled and wrote a pattern into your skin with his thumb.

“I’m glad you two are having a lovely reunion, but I’d like to go to sleep.”

Miguel kissed up your shoulder and neck as you sighed.

“Hear that Gabi? Can you calm down until tomorrow? Mama needs to sleep so you can keep growing. We can talk in the morning.”

Like magic, Gabriella’s little feet slowed to a halt.

“She hasn’t even seen you yet and she’s already a daddy’s girl,” you weave your fingers through his over your stomach. “What’s next? She’ll look like you too?”

“Mm,” Miguel placed his lips behind your ear. “I hope she looks like you. She’ll be the most beautiful in the world.”

You smiled, “Yeah?”

“Of course.”

Miguel took his hands down your body and massaged your hip and lower back. You groaned and melted into your pillow, arching your body into Miguel’s hold. With his ministrations and your daughter giving you a break, you start to fade into dreamland.

You could almost visualize your next craving you were going to make tomorrow. A big bowl of mashed potatoes with chunks of pickles, bacon, and caramel drizzle. Maybe some sprinkles too.

The door of the bedroom creaked, Miguel looking over his shoulder.

“Daddy? Mommy? I threw up.”

Miguel’s hands paused and he heaved a heavy sigh.

There was a dip in the bed and a shuffle of slides across the floor.

“Is your stomach still feeling funny, bub?”

You turned your body to watch Miguel bend down and check your second oldest for soiled clothes. Daniel shook his head and tucked his chin into his chest, eyes welling up with tears.

“Hey, hey, what’s the matter?”

“I’m sorry,” his voice was shaking. “I didn’t mean to.”

You got up on the edge of the bed and walked around to the other side. You sat on your knees next to Miguel and pressed the back of your hand to Daniel’s forehead. He wasn’t burning up, but he was trembling.

“We know you didn’t mean to, honey. Sometimes, we just get sick. It’s ok!”

“Yeah, buddy. Papá gets sick all of the time.”

“Really?” Daniel looked to Miguel with big doe eyes, a baby picture of Miguel brought to life.

“Absolutely.”

“And Mama has to nurse him back to health-”

“Ok! Here,” Miguel tugged at the sleeves of his shirt while you laugh. “Let’s clean you up and get you some medicine. It was probably really scary, huh?”

Daniel nodded his head as Miguel helped him take off his pajama pants.

“C’mon. Let’s take a quick bubble bath. How does that sound? No need to be sad,” you gave Daniel a hug and kissed his cheek.

“I’ll get the sheets and clothes in the washing machine and join you.” Miguel said as he helped you up. So much for cuddles before bed.

Miguel was quick to scope Daniel’s room. Any smell of tonight’s stir fry mixed with the chocolate milk from lunch and your waves of morning sickness might come back. He was quick to transfer the sheets to the washing machine and spray the room down with disinfectant. Luckily, the damage wasn’t drastic, so a quick change of sheets and a mop to the floor was all that was needed.

By the time he got to the bathroom, Daniel was wrapped up in a green dinosaur hoodie towel with a smile on his face as you blew raspberries into his cheek.

Miguel gasped, “Are you two having a party without me?”

Daniel folded his hands under his chin and nodded meekly, face rosy.

“Nonsense!” Miguel swept him up in his arms. “There’s no party without Papá, no?”

The hall filled with giggles as Miguel airplaned Daniel back to his room. The chatter amongst them filled the noise as Miguel reassured Daniel that he and mommy would only be a room away if was feeling sick again.

He ran lotion over his body and placed him in paw print pajamas. He wrapped him tight in the covers and shifted the star night light on the nightstand. With a whisper of goodnight, Miguel inched his way to the door.

However, the crumbling face of the five year old as Miguel looked through the crack tugged at his heart. He opened the door, swept Daniel up, and trudged back to his own bedroom.

Walking into the room, you were laying down with the opposite side of the duvet flipped up and an extra pillow in between yours and his.

Your face was knowing, a shake in your shoulders as you watched Miguel rock a clingy baby in his arms to the bed.

“Joining mommy and daddy, Daniel?”

“Uh huh,” he crawls to the middle and pulls the covers up. You lay a hand on his tummy over the duvet as Miguel slips in with a deep sigh.

He turns and places his hand over yours, the two of you acting as a shield. “I love you’s” and “good nights” are exchanged and a kiss between the two of you is shared before Daniel whines about wanting a kiss too. Both of you laugh and kiss him on his cheeks as he settled into his pillow.

You rub his chest lightly, something that put him to sleep easily as a baby.

His eyes start to close, almost gone to the world, before he jerks back up, startling Miguel whose eyes were just as heavy.

“Papá, can you sing the night-night song?” Daniel pleads.

A soft breath escapes your nose as you watch Miguel blink his eyes open and comply.

“But you have to go to sleep after this, bub.”

Daniel promises to do so as Miguel starts up a lullaby about a baby that wants to sleep but can’t.

It works on you too, the low drum of his voice holding you in his arms as you held your baby in yours.

Gabriella moved, and as softly as you can, you take his hand to your stomach. With this, she taps softly to his palm.

Miguel smiles sleepily as he watches you take a little breath, the rise and fall of your chest showing that you were in a deep sleep.

He only stops singing when he’s sure all three of you are asleep.

“Jaime, I’ve asked you five times to get up already. Get it together.”

There was only one more hour left before everyone needed to be out of the house or else you’d be late to your appointment.

The lump in the bed only moves a bit before it’s still again.

“Jaime, please. I don’t want to have to pull you out of the bed.”

Today was already starting out all over the place. You woke up sweaty and achy, the heat radiating from your furnace of a husband and your snuggly son was too much. Your ankles felt a little more swollen than usual, and you wanted chewy spicy rice cakes with extra cheese, but the heartburn wouldn’t be worth it.

You sighed as your eldest stayed put. A soft pat to the bed only earned a whine and a wiggle from him.

Looking towards the growing footsteps at the door, your husband was frantic and glaring at his watch as if it cursed him.

“What’s the holdup? We need to be in the car soon and Daniel has to be at school early for a field trip.”

You held your hand out to the bed, face defeated.

“Son.”

Jaime shot up with a wobble to his lips and a scrunch to his face at the tone of Miguel’s voice.

You folded your arms, half concerned, half offended.

“I know you hear your mother asking you to get up.”

“But-“

“Jaime O’Hara.”

The tears start to fall as he shuffles out of bed and goes to the bathroom, his cries pitiful and broken.

He swings the door like he’s about to slam it only to close it softly at the end, the sound of his voice carrying through then hallway.

“Was I too hard on him?” Miguel’s shoulders drop.

“No? I don’t think so. But I think there’s something he’s not telling us.”

“Is there something going on at school? Did we miss an important date?”

The two of you stare at each other as Jaime continues to sob in the bathroom.

“There’s no award ceremonies. He hasn’t said anything strange about his classmates. His birthday isn’t until the end of the year. He does have his game coming up.”

Miguel gasps and runs his had through his hair, “He’s been worrying about his 3-pointers nonstop. He’s probably nervous about it.”

He puts his face in his hand and mumbles through his fingers.

“How could I forget?”

You pat his shoulder, “Don’t worry about that right now. What’s important is that we talk to him. Check up on him, calm him down, explain things to him, and encourage him. Right?”

“Absolutely,” Miguel kisses your temple. “You’re so good at this.”

A snicker follows his statement, “And so are you. Now, can you go stop his crying while I make sure Daniel hasn’t made a mess in the kitchen? He’s too quiet.”

Miguel’s eyebrows shot up again as he realized he left the kindergartner to his own devices. The last time he did that, he walked onto a floor covered in flour and dusty, giggly baby.

“Smart idea.”

“Mm hm.”

Miguel turns and heads towards the bathroom, giving it two knocks before asking to come in.

Jaime takes a deep breath and pushes out a yes.

Miguel opens the door to him crying in the mirror while he puts up his toothbrush. If it were anyone else’s child or baby brother, it could have been funny and dramatic, but Miguel sees himself in the way his entire chest jumps when he breathes in.

He hopes Jaime always feels that home is a safe place to cry and yell, something his own parents never offered him.

“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”

He left his frustration with the frantic morning at the doorway and stepped inside. With one hand on the counter and another arm resting on his thigh, he squatted down to Jaime’s level.

His son rubbed his eyes from the inside of his elbow to his arm, “I kept messing up.”

“Messing up what? Your shots?”

Jaime nodded his head, curly hair bouncing along with it.

“At practice, Coach made us do Around-the-worlds and the further from the goal, the more I kept missing. But the game is soon, and I can’t mess up at the game.”

His voice reached its highest point and he bit his lip in order not to cry again.

“Oye, está bien. That’s just practice, mijo. The game isn’t until a few more days. There’s plenty of time for us to get to a court and do some more drills. I know it feels like a lot right now, but we can always work to be better. Understood?”

Jaime nodded his head.

“Can you look at me?”

Jaime pouted as he turned to Miguel.

“I apologize for not giving you the space to explain yourself this morning. I was rushing and I didn’t take the time to check on you. For that, Papá’s sorry. Lo siento, mijo.”

With a calmer demeanor, Jaime forgives him. No whines and no hesitation.

“Still, when you’re feeling like this, you need to communicate, ok? Mamá was there and you could have told her that you were worried. You could have even called for me and I would have come running.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt Mamá.”

Miguel bit the inside of his lip in order to not coo, “I know you didn’t. Would you like to apologize to her like I did to you?”

Jaime collided with Miguel’s chest and wrapped his arms around his neck. He could feel the movement of his head nodding.

“Ok, buddy. Let’s go find her after we get your uniform on.”

Jaime wasn’t budging from his spot so Miguel let him cling off his neck as he got up. One day his eldest might not want to do things like this again, so for now he’ll cherish it.

One blazer, some knaki shorts, and a button down later, Jaime was all ready for school.

“And what do we say when we’re feeling down about ourselves?” Miguel asked as he tucked in the end of Jaime’s belt.

“Nothing can stop me from the path I want to take, not even my doubts.”

“And?”

“O’Hara’s may make mistakes, but O’Hara’s bounce back. O’Hara’s succeed.”

“¡Exactamente!” Miguel patted his back.

“¿Papá?”

“¿Sí, mijo?”

Jaime held his hands up, silently pleading with Miguel.

With an easy tug, his son was in his arms. As tall as he was getting, he was still Miguel’s baby.

In the kitchen, you were leaning over the island as you listened intensely to Daniel talk about types of dinosaurs. You looked up to your son in your husband’s arms and you knew they had a good talk.

Miguel strode up to you and looked at Jaime expectantly.

“I,” he picked at his uniform tie. “I’m sorry for not listening to you this morning Mamá. I was sad but that- that doesn’t mean I was supposed to ignore you.”

Your eyes started to water, “I forgive you, Jaime. I’m glad you were able to figure out what was wrong. Can I give you a kiss?”

“Yes, please.”

With that, you kiss his cheek and place a hand on his head.

“Papá, pick me up too!” Daniel huffs out.

Miguel complies, holding him in his other arm like nothing. You giggle at the three of them, all very similar in some way. Their skin, their hair, their smiles. Your precious, precious boys.

A sharp kick to your stomach causes you to suck in through your teeth.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” Miguel asks with a pinch in his brow.

“No, I just think a certain someone wants your attention, too.”

You gently press your stomach to your husband’s, hoping that he could feel Gabriella’s tap dance performance.

“She’s going crazy in there,” you mumble.

Miguel can kind of feel her little feet through his shirt, but really, he was staring at you.

Even as you frowned at your stomach, you were still so beautiful. Your skin was glowing, you were giving him more smiles than ever, and the pregnancy was treating your body right in his eyes.

“Mírame.”

You peer up at him and it’s like a halo appears above your head. He’s quick to slot his lips against yours and hold it, the feeling of warmth settling into his bones.

“Eugh,” Jaime scrunches his face up in disgust.

You pull back and shake your head with a heated face, brought back to reality. Daniel is giggling behind his hands.

Miguel turned to Jaime and bombarded his face with kisses to, leading the 9-year-old to scream bloody murder. You joined Miguel on his attack, not stopping until Jaime waved his white flag.

The two of you looked at each other and then at Daniel simultaneously who squeaked when he saw you grin. Laughter filled the kitchen as the three of you gave Daniel some love.

Mornings were for chaos, but they also brought you together.

By the time Miguel was walking to the car with his kids, it was far past his estimated time.

He turned and looked at you still standing by the kitchen counter.

“Baby, c’mon.”

“But,” you pause, smile growing on your face. “The baby wants to be carried, too.”

You think he’s about to brush the comment off with a sigh but he gives a “One sec” and disappears into the garage with the kids.

You go to gather your purse and your water, checking that all of the lights and appliances are turned off.

“Ok,” Miguel rushes back in and claps his hands, “vamos.”

Three blinks at his wrestler stance and it clicks. You walk to him and your feet leave the ground.

“You’re so silly,”

“Just in love, mi amor.”

The gel was still as cold as ever, you could never really get used to it.

Looking to Miguel, you could see that he could never get used to sitting next to you in these rooms either. His grip on your hand was tight and solid.

The obstetrician slid the transducer on your lower stomach, her eyes sliding over the screen.

Gabriella’s little heartbeat bounced through the room, fast and strong.

Miguel’s grip on your hand loosened as he smiled at the screen.

“Baby girl is looking good,” the doctor says. “Everything is in place and she’s growing perfectly. You both should be proud.”

She paused and looked at you both, specifically at Miguel, “I would be worried about how she big she’s getting at this stage, but I can see why. How tall are you?”

“Uh, 6’9.”

A whistle passes her lips, “Godspeed, Mama. You’ll need it for the next several months.”

“Two boys and my only girl is going to give me a run for my money,” you mumble.

Jaime and Daniel were so tiny when they came out, both of them barely showing at five months. Gabriella is close to being almost twice their size at this rate, and the soreness all over your body was showing it.

At least your husband made time to make you feel good in more ways than one.

“Is there anything that she should look out for? Other than the obvious?” Miguel asks, always the worrier.

“No, I think you guys are good to go. I’ll get you some pictures of the baby and get you checked out. Just keep taking your vitamins, get plenty of water, get those feet up, and stretch as much as you can while you still feel like it. The least stress you have, the better.”

Your stomach is wiped clean and in no time, you’re back in the car trying to decide what to get for lunch.

“I feel like I should have asked more questions,” Miguel’s fingers tapped on the wheel.

“I’m sure you’ll have more that you can call her for later, baby. Right now, I want a milkshake.”

“You need some nourishing food, too.”

“Is that what you want Gabriella?” you ask your stomach. No taps, no spins, no twirls. “What about a milkshake? Chocolate oreo? Extra whip cream?” Gabriella thumps three times.

“My girl is already so smart,” you say to Miguel who scowls.

“Already so spoiled.”

“You love it, though.”

“Mm.”

Miguel swore he would never be like those fathers that only connected to their children through their own expectations of them, and to be fair, he was the complete opposite.

Though seeing him stand at the bottom of the bleachers with a baseball cap, folded arms, and a stern face gave the impression that he was that type of dad.

“¡Ay, eso es faulta!”

“Babe. Maybe let’s let the coach and the referee do their jobs.”

“They don’t know what they’re doing. That was clearly a foul and my son should be holding the ball right now.”

You sighed and continued to chew on your nachos with Daniel who was just happy to be out of the house later than usual. Miguel was about to burn a hole in the gymnasium floor with how stiff he was standing.

Behind him was a family that couldn’t see, leaning around him.

“Miguel, honey, please sit down so everyone can see.”

He sits and folds his hands under his chin. His muscles bulge through his jacket as his legs bounce.

You place a hand on his leg and put a water bottle to his lips. He takes a few sips and focuses back on the game.

“Let’s go, Jaime! Make it count!”

He’s back on his feet again as Jaime gets ready to shoot some free-throws.

Jaime looks at Miguel, a hint of fear in his eyes. Miguel brings his hands up and pushes them down, motioning a deep breath.

“You got this, mijo. Just like we practiced.”

Your son dribbles once, twice, and takes the shot.

The basketball flies through the air and brushes the rim of the basket. It spins and the gym goes quiet. You don’t realize your holding your breath until it comes back when the people behind you stomp on the bleachers.

Jaime looks to Miguel with the brightest face he could muster. Miguel almost springs through the ceiling with how high he jumps.

“That’s my son,” he claps his hands like thunder, chest puffing up. “That’s my son!”

The game continues with Miguel milliseconds from fighting with the official, Jaime looking to Miguel for encouragement, and you smacking the back of his thighs whenever he was standing too much.

When Jaime made the final basket, you were scared Miguel might do a backflip.

Jaime ran to him and jumped in his arms, Miguel spinning him around and laughing with glee.

“I did it, daddy! I did it!”

“¡Eres increíble, mijo! I’m so proud of you.”

“Did you see me, mommy?”

“I did! I couldn’t take my eyes off of you!”

Daniel jumps up and down, “You made the ball go whoosh! And, and, and when it went in everybody screamed!”

Jaime and his brother played together as the gym started to empty out.

“What do you say we celebrate with some pizza?” you ask Miguel as you watch Jaime help Daniel dribble.

“I think that’s an excellent idea.”

“And what do you say to carton of cotton candy ice cream after the kids go to bed? Maybe even a soak in the bath?”

Miguel looked to you as you blinked your eyes at him. You slid your hands down his arm and tilted your head.

“You want vanilla wafers too?”

You nod.

“And strawberry syrup?”

“You’re such a good husband.”

You pull him down to kiss him, heart soaring.

“Mamá! Look what I can do!”

“No, Daniel! Don’t jump off that!”

“If I hear that raccoon sing that song one more time, I’m going to lose it,” Miguel bit into a slice of pizza.

You reached across the table to wipe some ranch off of his lips and lick it away.

“I like the song! He’s a little off-key, though.”

Miguel had a grimace on his face, the energy from the building overwhelming. Or perhaps it was Daniel clinging tight to his side whenever the mascot came close to their table.

A couple of kids ran by, running towards the line for laser tag.

You listened to them go over strategies, all very serious coming from them.

“God, I can’t believe he’ll be 10 soon. I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

You poke the straw of your cup in and out, pout on your face. It felt like just yesterday you and Miguel were setting up his nursery.

“I remember him grabbing my finger at the hospital. So strong for someone who couldn’t eat solids yet.”

“Now he’s running around and blooming into this perfect little boy,” you sigh, watching him catapult into a ballpit. You should definitely make him take some vitamins later, just to be sure.

“And this little boy is the sweetest,” Miguel kissed the top of Daniel’s head, who seemed to be pre-occupied with a coloring book you packed.

“And once our little girl is in our arms, it’ll be so special,” you say. “She’s already making an impact.”

“I’m already crazy about her,” Miguel grins.

“And I’m ready for her to come out,” you snicker. “I have a feeling that whatever she’ll do will involve these rapid fire feet.”

“I need to get some new running shoes then,” Miguel replies in all seriousness. Daniel interrupted him with a drawing of a T-rex.

“When she gets here,” Miguel comments in between his praise for Daniel’s skill, “how do you want to celebrate afterwards?”

“I don’t need anything. Just maybe a plate of food I couldn’t eat and a comfy bed.”

“Mamà, c’mon,” Miguel held your hand across the table. “That can be arranged easily. I mean something especially for you for doing something so amazing. It can be anything. I’ll make it happen.”

Your heart sped up, a bit giddy.

“Well the last time we took a trip to an island and,” you panned to Daniel, “we both know how that ended. Maybe the mountains?”

“We can do the mountains. Or just you and your friends if you want.”

Miguel thought about you all bundled up and cozy, enjoying s'mores and wine in a sweater and a blanket. Peak cuddling form.

“That would be very nice. Thank you, Miggy.”

“Of course. Now what do you say to a friendly game of arcade racing?”

“There’s nothing friendly about leaving you in the dust.”

Miguel scoffed and slid Daniel into his arms.

“It’s on.”

As always, if you enjoyed, please like, reblog, and COMMENT! This was very sweet to write!!

[cloveroctobers]

CUT TIES — Terry Richmond [Fall Crumbles] 🤎

A/N: There’s enough Terry to go around right? This is inspired by two things…OFC a song + taking another chance at writing something influenced by Love is Blind. Who saw that wasteful reunion?! Anyways that is what this is so get ready for angst.

WARNINGS: Reference to a intimate moment but a line at best?

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11:32pm

FROM: T. Richmond

I Need To Hear Your Voice…Can You Call Me?

Was the text message he sent you, which made you let out a long exhale.

11:43pm

TO: T. Richmond

I’m at work T [Deleted] Terry.

11:44pm

FROM: T. Richmond

I’m Aware. I’ll Feel Better When I Hear Your Voice…And I Know You’re Probably Saying That I’ve Got A lot Of Nerve To Say That To You Right Now…Yet This Will Always Be True, No Matter How Things Ended.

You were glad Terry can acknowledge that he did in fact have nerve requesting a call from you, when the both of you already had that final closure conversation weeks ago…however here he was back again, entering your life whenever he pleases.

Picking up your phone, after watching it ring for a while you debated about letting it go to voicemail honestly. You really didn’t need to hear many more angles about whatever situation Terry got fucked over in. Things seemed to be going well lately though, at least that’s what he tried to portray on social media…which was also new for him.

Always the type of man to be lowkey and out the way but after the exposure of being contestants on a certain love show, he stepped out just a little. It was never too much, Terry wasn’t the type of man to be in your face about his blessings but if things went south, then he had no problem stepping to you if common ground couldn’t be located.

“Hey,” He starts, his deep tone sounded as if he was ready to go to sleep, possibly lying down, whereas you were wired on your night shift, “Sorry for bothering you—

Rolling your eyes, you couldn’t help but to let it slip through your lips, “Are you though?”

He hummed, “Nope, can’t say that I am, to be real with you.”

“Well, can’t ever say you failed at honesty.” You replied with a hint of sarcasm which made Terry chuckle humorlessly, “What’s up? What was so important that you needed to be on my hotline right now?”

It was Terry’s turn to roll his natural underlined eyes but he’s not trying to pick a fight or even think about you with someone else, “…the house is too quiet and I couldn’t sleep. The first person I wanted to talk to, to ease the loud silence…is you. I believe that’s how it’s always gon’ be.”

Not long after you called it quits, Terry closed on a house that he’s been eyeing long before he decided to go on the show. It was meant to be if they couldn’t get it sold. He of course talked to you about it once you were out of the pods, saying how some rooms needed Reno and asked your thoughts on if that could be your main home once married. Thankful that you already had your home that you owned at such a young age, You spoke about how much you already invested in your home and how you had no plans of selling just yet even if you two chose to get married.

Which isn’t something that he wanted you to do but questioned how this would work. He wasn’t down with sleeping in separate houses, although Terry knew it would take time to get everything right, the house he bought was livable and he wanted that with you.

Something that Terry always admired about you is, that you had your own mind and drive to do what you felt was best for you. He respected it, had to really learn how to when you said you two needed to put some distance between you after a final argument got too heated.

“…I’m sure you’ll get used to it at some point.”

“I don’t know if I agree with that.”

Terry listened to you sigh.

“I’m going to say something you won’t want to hear but I’m saying it anyway,” you start as you lightly flick your feathered pen back and forth at the desk, “You’re going to have to get comfortable being alone in that house, Terry. I know you’ve been used to being a lone wolf majority of the time…but you officially settled somewhere now and you’re building a life outside of the danger you once knew. Which I’m proud of by the way but you’re going to have to start finding comfort elsewhere or with yourself because I’m not going to provide that to you anymore.”

Terry was afraid that you were going to say this one day. Usually you both were good at having balance when your relationship was solid, giving each other the space needed and showing up when needed. Everything just took a turn once the chaos showed up again at Terry and his cousin, Mike’s business. This was the first time Terry ever lied to you and that came at multiple costs. It blew up in his face because leaving you in the dark and not communicating with his fiancée? led to being stalked and a home invasion that still haunted you.

Terry would always be sorry for that.

From bliss to passion to heat to closure to yearning. It was all stages of what this relationship was, for Terry it was the process of your love story whereas for you, it was part of your origin story.

“What if I say…I’m finding that’s not what I really want?” Terry speaks, “…That I don’t see much of a future without you in it? We talked through that hurdle, we wished each other the best after the reunion but what if that’s not enough for me? What if we’re each other’s best?“

This was another side you predicted would happen. One thing about you is, your mind was always turning just like the earth spinning on its axis. Which took another turn in your argument, speculating things that weren’t true once you found out that Terry lied about some new men targeting him. You predicted that once you both tried to move on and live without each other, the other would crack. It happened before, a month after the reunion when his aunt invited you to her forty-fifth birthday party. Your friends told you not to go and that night made you weak for Terry Richmond.

So weak you couldn’t feel your legs for days, Terry knew your body so well, had no problem burrying himself deep downstairs in his aunt’s basement, green hues trained only on you, while having your legs in the perfect V over his shoulders, and that man was a mountain.

A dangerous one.

Now it was your turn to fully stand on business and the year was coming to a close so you didn’t need Terry to find new ways in.

That was supposed to be understood but you both fumbled that at the party.

You had enough time to figure out what was best. Of course you experienced the what if’s yourself, been as loyal as they came but a structured life of constantly looking over your shoulder was just not it to you. To no longer feel safe with the man you thought you would grow old with. Now you had the world weighing in on what they’ve seen on their tv’s and online—you can handle challenges—you worked as a nurse on the oncology floor, however you have to be smart enough to realize when it was too much and that was enough to walk away.

“At a time we were,” you finally answered before reassuring, “Everything you’re feeling is valid. I hear you. I’ve been there and got through that. You will too.”

Terry’s silence was as potent on the phone as what he probably felt like the inside of his home was. The scratching of the branch that was too close to his bedroom window was similar to the clawing you were doing to his heart. He didn’t want to lose you for good, call him selfish but he didn’t want to just forget the unique connection you built.

Although he felt disrespected with the way you spoke (yelled) to (at) him during your breaking point, he was willing to come back and work through it but ultimately it felt like there was no trust there anymore. Terry did feel like you were looking for a way out because you two were “too” good together, unfortunately this was too big of a situation to come back from.

The stubborn one out of the two, Terry can sense that you already had your mind made up. Two tough conversations were had, one behind the scenes and another for streamers to dissect and formulate their own opinions on, should have been enough but Terry always kept his cards close. You were his most precious one, yet you were telling him how to store it away back into the deck for good.

“Is this really what you want? To fully walk away?”

A hint of annoyance hits you and could be felt as you start, “We went over this—

“So us going two rounds that day meant nothing?”

Sure it did.

“Terry that was goodbye, you had to have known that. The last hurrah. So let me make it clear this time without raising my voice because I know you hate that—and I’ve been working on it—I’m cutting ties.”

Half expecting the line to go dead, you still find yourself holding your breath as the quiet goes deadly silent. Until you hear shuffling on the other end, Terry’s sitting up on the edge of the bed now, feeling a stress headache arrive right on both sides of his temples which then radiate to the back of his neck.

“I don’t want this to come off the wrong way…but I love you. I need you to know that.”

That was obvious but again, sometimes love isn’t enough.

“Don’t do that.”

“What’s that?”

“Trying to find other angles to make this work. We tried after the big argument—that spark isn’t the same and would never be the same.”

Terry huffs, “Maybe we didn’t try hard enough.”

Grasping at straws, was not necessarily in Terry’s nature. He also knew that statement was just not true. Both of you put your hearts on the line and this was something the both of you would have never taken so lightly.

“…don’t let your loneliness overshadow what can’t be managed. We been made our decision but this is me finally enforcing a boundary.” You inhale air through your teeth before continuing, “You are headstrong, very structured and lived a life that I know nothing about if it comes knocking at our door again. What happens if we brought kids into that? It’s not that I don’t believe you couldn’t keep us safe, it’s the fact that our lives would always be at risk even if it’s not something you intentionally brought to the table.”

“We take risks every time we step out the door. That’s what life is,” Terry tried to reason, “I tried to leave the life I lived prior behind me, which is why I like to keep to myself and not open up. You changed that. I know we’ve been over this countless of times…I just don’t know if I’m ready to completely cut the rope. To never have you around is…a scary thought.”

In a minute, it wouldn’t just be a thought.

“It’ll be as if before we met. I’m not saying it’s easy by any means but I’ve accepted the art of letting go. Ending access to each other for real this time, does not automatically mean we never loved each other or there isn’t any more love there. If we fell back into each other, it would be a repeat of all the pieces we wouldn’t want to live with. It’ll be hard to fake and deal with.”

“Deal with?” Terry echoed in a tone that oozed frustration, “I’d be willing to be a team.”

“Then why wasn’t that taken into consideration when those men shot up your business? Or me being stalked by one of those men at work? Then being followed home.” You felt your blood pressure rising at what you thought you forgave—but everything is a process, “Or when Summer and I went out to lunch, just to find out that she knew about the drive by before I did? Or how I almost got ran over on purpose in the parking garage at work? That didn’t feel like team work. I was in the dark when we needed to continue to be a piece of each other’s light from the damn sun rays. Being the last to know often, did not make me feel like a priority. I feel like that part of you, you wanted to shield me from all the time…so now I’m going to be a shield on my terms.”

Terry Richmond never wanted to be responsible for changing the trajectory of someone’s entire life in a negative way. Although you said the love shared wouldn’t just vanish, it did feel like you thought about it and had time to sit on it.

He could make this easy and give you what you wanted, should have and it was once something he actually agreed to. However people change their minds all the time and he never saw himself falling out of love with you.

It wasn’t about being trained, it was about being in love.

He clears his throat, “I had no intentions on making this conversation out to be difficult…I knew I’d get push back, it’s one of the things I love about you,” Terry says, “I just wanted to let you know that I miss you, that your voice is actually what makes me feel safe and probably always will. And that I hope I’d get the chance to love you more in every lifetime. That was part of what I wrote to you in our vows by the way and I still stand by those words. If I had more time, those words would be actions. I’d make up for it, if you just let me.”

Him saying that over the phone, did make you feel a way. It made the back of your eyes burn but the shield was already in the works of being fully up. You didn’t need to hear this, you never doubted Terry’s love for you but it was over, you had the scissors slowly running along what kept you connected. Terry didn’t get the choice to go back on the agreement, yes people change their minds all the time but there was no time to compromise.

“There’s no use in crying over spilled milk, Terry.” Is all you can say, leaving each other to listen to each other’s breathing before the man is finally hit with the call ending.

He’s left holding on tightly to his phone, taking in the sound of autumn’s whipping air outside of his home. Tossing the phone behind him on the bed, Terry gets to his feet, determination shining his in his eyes while he begins to put his mind elsewhere opposed to holding onto you.

As you sat at the front desk, you snapped out of the dissociation that wanted to creep in, to place your phone on charge. Then grabbed onto some scissors returning back to the craft project you were working on to help decorate this level of the hospital for the holidays.

Snip!

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More autumn anthology prompts here.

[disneyprincemuke]

testing, testing * fem!driver

nobody is more glad to be back in bahrain in her new race car more than the girl racing for andretti

pairings: fernando alonso x fem!driver, logan sargeant x fem!driver, oscar piastri x fem!driver, sebastian vettel x fem!driver, liam lawson x fem!driver

notes: hi surprise before the first race of 2024 and also because I've been writing this piece for like a week now

(series masterlist) | (📂 the sophomore year)

she sighs, tilting her head as she looks down at the car. her hand hovers above the side pod as she grins, “ah, my baby. so pretty.”

liam, standing next to her, has a scowl on his face as he lifts his eyebrow at her. “what?”

“look at the purple on this car,” she whispers in bewilderment as she claps her hand, bouncing on her tiptoes. “she’s so pretty! i have a good feeling about this year, liam!” she grabs his shoulder and shakes him as she throws her head back. “this is our year and i’m going to win a race for andretti.”

“if you don’t stop shaking me, i’ll throw myself in front of your car and you’ll have to find a new teammate.”

she hums. “i have fred — toto will hand him over if i bat my eyelashes and say really nice things and offer free babysitting.”

“hater,” liam mutters, shaking his head. he turns his head back to the car. it is pretty: the purple and the specks of black give it a nice touch. “but it is a pretty nice car. it felt nice right?”

“it did.”

she sighs and leans on the car with her arms wide open. she pushes her cheek against the halo of the car. “i love you, my baby car. we’re gonna win a race together.”

“what’s going on?”

liam turns his head and shrugs. “not sure. might be the lack of ice cream in her bloodstream that’s making her like this.”

which is possible. sebastian and noah (her physical trainer) had banned her from ice cream for testing, afraid that she would simply camp out in the bathroom in the short couple of hours she has in the car today.

“i drank pepsi, it’s okay,” she giggles, scrunching her nose. she perks up with a giddy smile and looks around with her lips pursed. “where is oscar? he owes me timtams.”

“no chocolate either,” sebastian says sternly, furrowing his eyebrows at the young girl.

“what? why not?”

“because you’ll kill yourself when you’re in the car for too long,” noah sighs with the shake of his head. “eat fruits like normal people.”

“normal…” liam furrows his eyebrows as he turns to the slightly older man. “who eats fruits for fun?”

“they’re good for you.”

“they’re not all good. they could give you diabetes.”

“fruits can give you diabetes?” she yelps, shoving liam back a couple of steps with wide eyes. “i knew there’s a reason i resented fruits! they’re so unhealthy!”

“actually it’s because you didn’t have an ounce of internet safety growing up. you were traumatised by annoying orange,” liam mutters. only then he notices that it’s something he was sworn to secrecy by logan. he glances at the girl, breathing heavily as her eye twitches. “or so i assume.”

noah turns to her. “you’re scared of annoying orange?”

prepared for the girl to unleash some sort of violence on him, liam sucks in a deep breath as he closes his eyes to brace for impact. much to his surprise, she just nods and walks past him to walk to where her helmet is.

“yeah. and it’s all blythe watched growing up. so it was kinda,” she shrugs, “detrimental to my brain development.”

liam raises his eyebrow. “that’s the only thing that held back your development?”

“that and meeting you in my early teen years for sure altered my brain chemistry.”

“wow.”

“i know. kinda sucks, doesn’t it?”

pre-season testing has always been one of the days of the year that she’s most excited for. going out there and showing everybody she can do — it’s always fun to shut a lot of people up. and it’s the one time that she can drive a race car without so much pressure on her shoulders.

it’s lots of fun, really. and after not seeing a couple people over the break, it’s fun to be back in the paddocks to mess around with them.

she rests the helmet above her head and turns to liam with a grin. “if i beat you in testing, you owe me 5 pints of rocky road.”

“rocky–”

liam punches her shoulder gently. “you’re on. and if i beat you, you do my laundry for a week.”

“yeah– wait, how is that fair? boy laundry is gross!”

“you live with a boy!”

“i don’t do his laundry! logan’s a grown ass man!”

“enough bickering,” sebastian sighs, putting a hand behind her back. his other hand lands on the top of her helmet and slowly pushes hit down to help her put it on. he understands her excitement: she’s missed racing so much that she had resorted to bringing her brother karting over the winter break. “get in the car and show everyone what you can do.”

she squeals. “and beat liam and get my ice cream.”

“yeah, that too.”

she drives into the pitlane, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she looks for the set of andretti garages. she sighs as she comes to a stop, feeling the car be lifted as they put her back into the garage for a little more testing.

“aw, hey! you’re back,” liam grins, knocking on the top of her helmet. she swats his hands away from her head as she grips on the halo to pull herself out of the car. “how was it?”

“i was not feeling great. but i reckon it’s just me,” she shrugs, voice muffled by the layers over her mouth. “i’m telling you — i need my ice cream. i can handle it without having to run to the bathroom before a race!”

liam scrunches his nose. “you’re not fooling anyone with that.”

“i swear, mate,” she throws her head back in frustration, “it was just the rookie vibes last year. i’m better this year.”

he hums, turning around to readjust the headphones on his head. “i don’t reckon sebastian and noah would believe you. but alright.”

“believe me!”

“believe what?”

“what are you doing here?” she giggles, covering her mouth as she hunches over. “you got my ice cream?”

mick sighs heavily, shoulders slumping when their eyes meet. he presses his lips together and shakes his head and her smile drops. “noah checked me for illegal items on the way in.”

“that asshole!” she shrieks, turning to the large doors where her trainer stands. “you don’t understand — i need my ice cream! i’m dying.”

“i know,” mick turns to the pit wall where sebastian sits, swinging his legs as he eats the ice cream reserved specifically for the girl. “i got caught. i’m sorry.”

she clenches her jaw and turns away from sebastian grinning smugly as her from across the pitlane. she hums. “i will find a way to get myself ice cream. just you wait.”

“i don’t reckon that’s a good idea mate,” liam mutters. “you’ve still got the afternoon session for to drive. maybe you should sit this one out.”

she wiggles her finger in the air as she walks towards the backdoor of her garage. “no can do. i’m sure oscar’s got some extra ice cream from me.”

“no, you cannot race one another during testing.”

“why not? not even a little bit?” max shrugs, frowning as he throws his hands into the air. “just one lap.”

the girl, standing next to him, nods with a wide smile. “please? we won’t crash into one another, i promise.”

“you’re not supposed to crash into one another even in a normal race!” sebastian points out, scratching his head in frustration.

it is one thing to compare lap times when you’re pushing everything out of your car, but to go out on the track and race side by side is another thing. there is simply too much at stake, especially for a time like pre-season testing where everything is in shambles.

“okay, fine!” she huffs, throwing her head back before turning to max. she drops her head. “might i suggest a scooter race around the paddocks before the afternoon session today? after lunch?”

sebastian clears his throat, prompting both of them to turn their heads to look at him before max could muster an answer. “i thought i told you that you can’t use your stupid scooter without adult supervision?”

she looks at him in confusion. “i was talking about the scooter fernando got me.”

“aw, he got you a scooter?” max whines, frowning. “i wanted one — kelly wouldn’t let me get one.”

“seriously?” she giggles. “logan, oscar and i got one along. mine’s the cutest, i’d reckon. you might be able to use oscar’s!”

sebastian just sighs. he waves them off and turns on his heel and starts to walk the other day. “get yourselves injured, i don’t even care.”

“you’re… asking me to join you?”

“what does it sound like?”

a sheepish giggle passes the man’s lips as he covers his mouth and takes a step back. “i feel so honoured. i’m being included in your activities?”

liam furrows his eyebrows. “what’s that supposed to mean? it’s just a scooter ride around the track before the new session. it’s not a big deal.”

“it’s literally a scooter race out on the race track,” she whispers, turning away from liam to look at fernando in confusion. “literally kilometres on a fucking scooter meant for kids.”

“and we somehow convinced the marketing team to film us doing it for content,” logan beams, puffing his chest with his hands on his hips.

they went on a limb when the girl texted their groupchat: something about helping her convince the f1 marketing team to let them book the track for 40 minutes so they could race on it without getting into trouble.

she walked in with logan, oscar and liam trailing behind her with a half thought out speech, a sweet smile and a dream. she barely even made it halfway through the speech she spent so long thinking over while she had her lunch when they agreed without another thought.

and being that it was fernando’s idea to get them all matching scooters (actually a gift to liam for his rookie year, but the girl had convinced him to get her one too), they invited him along as well.

and max, because sebastian had admitted that fernando got him one as well. he had been too ashamed to admit it, muttering about how borderline embarrassing it is.

“how did you do that? they never agree to my ideas.”

“how can you resist a face like this?” liam asks.

liam puts a hand under her face, logan squeezes her cheeks together and oscar pushes her nose up. she poses with her hand in a peace sign.

“i’d feel threatened if i were the f1 marketing team.”

“hey, take that back!” she cries. she swats the hands from her face and grins. “are you joining us or not?”

fernando shrugs. “sure, why not.”

there’s a screech that breaks the barrier by the pitlane followed by the clanging of something. everyone pipes down, heads turning and looking around in curiousity to find the source of the scream.

“there’s no way this happened to me again!”

along the track’s grid is the girl sitting on the ground, hands up in the air with her scooter not too far from her. she’s surrounded by her friends first before the marketing crew finally takes steps forward to check on her.

“if i were you, i’d take this as a sign to just stick with a car,” oscar laughs, clutching his stomach.

“yeah, mate,” logan wipes tears from his eyes, “there’s no way you’re two for two falling down and hurting yourself on a scooter.”

her teammate, however, towers over her with hands over his hips. “i swear you might be stupid. how did you fall down again on a scooter that’s meant for kids?”

she looks up, genuine tears in her eyes as the red liquid seeps out of her palms. “you guys are so mean!”

fernando looks down at her. “are you okay?”

“no!” she holds her hands up to fernando to show him where she is bleeding. “it hurts!”

“okay, mija,” fernando grins, nodding empathetically. he puts a hand on her elbow and the other around her back to help her up. “let’s get you some first aid.”

max appears, actually being the only one that finished the race, still riding on a scooter. he balances on it and tilts his head, “really? again?”

her head snaps back around to max, taking a threatening step forward with an arm wound back to hit him. “max emilian verstappen!”

“not the government name,” he scoffs, furrowing his eyebrows. “this is why you fell down.”

“bitch,” she mutters as fernando whisks her away. “there’s no trophy so it doesn’t even count.”

“you’re just mad that max beat you,” liam snorts, rolling his eyes, “and fernando… and logan… and oscar…”

“you didn’t beat me though, so i’m fine with that.”

“oh, my god?”

“what happened?”

the two germans walk into the garage to her sitting on a bench with her head dropped, being bandaged by noah.

“she fell down,” noah answers immediately, shaking his head as he spares her one more disappointed stare. “can you believe it?”

“have you considered just… not racing?” mick asks, tilting his head. “on a scooter, i mean.”

she shakes her head. “i have to be the best at everything.”

“wow,” sebastian blinks, “well, are you okay?” he looks over liam’s shoulder and rolls his eyes as well. “seriously? the same spot as before?”

“hey, i didn’t take your stupid smart glasses — just mind your own business!” she slouches and lets out a heavy sigh. “it wasn’t even my fault this time.”

liam perks up. “i didn’t do shit to you, mate! you’re just stupid!”

“you were screaming at me approaching me from behind!”

“i was not! i was simply singing the mission impossible theme song!”

“same thing! it was intimidation — you should have been disqualified for that.”

“sore loser!”

“you know what this means?” she hums, batting her eyelashes at sebastian with a small grin. this is her only chance into coaxing herself to completion. “ice–“

before she can finish her plea, her race engineer is already walking away from her with a hand held up in her direction. “not a chance.”

“okay.”

“good results, mate!” liam screams, his claps filling the garage as she climbs out of her car. “you’re in the top 10!”

she turns her head towards him, the way her shoulders and back straighten an easy telltale of how she feels. she pushes her visor up, “really?” she sees the smug grin on his face, ripping her gloves off and throwing it at him. “there’s only 10 of us testing today!”

“you believed me, though.”

“i literally just drove several laps out!” she hits him. “you’re so annoying — i wish mick was my teammate.”

liam shakes his head as she takes her helmet off. “you don’t mean that.”

“i actually do. very much,” she sighs. she puts her helmet into the seat of her car and turns to liam, only then noticing that liam is now holding something out to her. “oh!”

“yeah, i got you ice cream!” liam beams proudly. “they didn’t have rocky road, but… i figured it’s still chocolate ice cream and you wouldn’t–“

he’s cut off by the girl throwing herself at him, wrapping her arms around him beforw pulling away to take the small cup into her hands. “aw, liam! thank you!”

“we’re going to have so much fun this year.”

“bold of you to assume i won’t run you off track like i did in f2.”

“i’m prepared to hit you back — you’re an adult now.”

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[rhys-writes-some-shit]

The Dilemma of a Rubber Duck

Alastor x Reader (Queer-Platonic) ft. Bestie Lucifer

(TW: Mentions of depression, mentions of suicide attempts)

You knew Alastor didn’t like Lucifer. You weren’t 100% sure why, only that the King of Hell really got on Alastor’s nerves. Ever since Lucifer had moved into the hotel in the aftermath of the battle with the angels, Alastor had spent hours ranting and raving to you about him. They were constantly trying to one-up each other. It was comical, really.

Except that you were stuck in the middle of it. 

Unlike Alastor, you and Lucifer had hit it off right away, getting along like two peas in a pod. There was a certain camaraderie that came with being clinically depressed and still having to force a smile, which both you and Lucifer were experts at. Many late nights had been spent exchanging stories and finding humor in things other people might not otherwise find humorous. 

(“I tried to kill myself twice, and then end up getting hit by a car! That’s how I end up in Hell? What did I do all that work for?” That was the first time that story had been met with laughter, and that was when you knew Lucifer was a good guy.)

You were constantly thinking about how Alastor would react to knowing you enjoyed hanging out with Lucifer, or vice versa. It worried you to no end, so you tried to keep your friendship with Lucifer under wraps, for Alastor’s sake. He needed someone to back him up, and you wanted to be that person. You wanted Alastor to know he could trust you.

One evening, you and Lucifer were talking in the parlor, drinking tea. Alastor was out for a fancy Overlord meeting, so you were able to relax a bit. 

“I’m so glad we have Niffty around,” you were saying. “Sometimes I just can’t find the energy to do my laundry, but I know that if I leave it on the floor, she’ll take care of it right away.” You thought for a moment. “It’s not like I’m forcing her to do it. Or taking advantage of her. Right?”

“Nah, I thought cleaning was her job,” Lucifer reassured. “My loophole with that is all my outfits are the same. Also magic. Magic is very helpful.”

“Man, I’m jealous!” You gave a lighthearted groan. “I wish I could have magic like that.”

“Who’s saying you can’t?” Lucifer shrugged, sipping at his tea. 

You snorted. “Have you seen me? Do I look like Overlord material to you?”

“I didn’t think Mr. Crimson Asshole was an Overlord, so looks aren’t everything.” Lucifer hesitated. “Oh, shit, I shouldn’t have said it like that. You two are like, dating, right?”

You made a ‘fifty-fifty’ gesture with your hand. “Eh… Not really? It’s like… a mutual relationship. Neither of us are the ‘dating’ type, so we just kind of… vibe. But it’s fine, I get it. You should hear the things he says about you.”

“Oh?” Lucifer leaned forward, curious. You mimed zipping your lips, grinning playfully. “Alrighty then, keep your secrets.”

The feeling of guilt you’d been getting used to returned, but you smiled past it. If there was anything Alastor taught you, it was that you could hide everyone behind a smile. And it worked, for the most part. The only person who’d ever been able to see though it was Alastor himself. Similarly, you were the only person able to see through his ever-present smile.

Setting his cup down, Lucifer waited for a lull in the conversation. “Before I forget, I have something for you.” With a wave of his hand, a little yellow rubber duck appeared in his palm. Its features and markings made it resemble you. 

Eyes wide, you carefully took the duck from his hands like it were an actual duckling.

“This one doesn’t breathe fire or anything, but…” Lucifer paused, like he was struggling for words. “I haven't had a real friend in… a really long time. S-so I wanted to thank you. For that.”

You were at a loss for words. The only other person to get you gifts since you’d died had been Alastor. That feeling of guilt hit you like a train, but it was masked with a bright, grateful smile.

“Lucifer, I… I’m honored. Thank you.” You struggled to tear your eyes away from the duck. “Can I hug you?”

Instead of replying, Lucifer pulled you out of your chair, hugging you close. You matched it, hoping your appreciation for his existence was properly conveyed.

“Ahem.”

You and Lucifer pushed each other apart like a teenage couple caught making out. Alastor was standing in the entrance to the parlor, teeth bared. His grin was sharp, borderline violent, and his eyes were narrowed. 

“Al,” you tried, but no other words followed.

Then Alastor sighed, and the murderous look in his eyes disappeared. You were still holding the duck Lucifer had given you. Looking down, you realized you were shaking, and felt a little faint. 

You stumbled back, right into Alastor’s arms. Head spinning, you allowed him to set you down on the chair. Alastor kept a hand on your arm, watching your every movement with surgical focus. He knew, you realized. He knew how guilty you felt, how much anxiety it was causing you. How long he’d known, you had no idea, but you could feel it in the way he wouldn’t let you go. You didn’t want him to let you go. 

“Are you okay?” Lucifer looked frantic, obviously worried. “Do you need water? Something to eat? Medicine? I’m sure there’s some around here somewhere, if you just give me a minute—”

“I’m fine,” you interrupted, trying to muster a smile. You failed. How Alastor held his grin all day, every day, was a mystery to you. “Well, okay, maybe not fine.”

“They could use water,” Alastor provided, only a slight edge in his voice. Nodding, Lucifer ran off to get a glass of water, leaving you and Alastor alone in the parlor. 

Alastor was silent for a moment. You could tell he was trying to figure out what to say. “I apologize for not noticing your anxiety sooner.” A little joy fluttered in your chest. Alastor enjoyed watching everyone’s suffering—everyone except for you.

“It’s not your fault,” you told him. “I should’ve been more upfront. I just…” You were still a little shaky. Alastor’s hand moved so it rested over your hand. The rubber duck was still in your other hand, and you turned it over with your fingers, fidgeting with it. “I didn’t want you to leave me.”

“Now that is nonsense if I ever heard any!” Alastor laughed. “What a ridiculous sentiment, my dear. It would take more than that to take me from you, I assure you.”

“But I know how much you hate him.” You looked towards the direction Lucifer had gone. “You hate that he’s here. You hate that he’s meddling. And this is just another reason to hate him.”

Alastor was contemplating his words again when Lucifer came back. He gently handed you the glass of water, causing you to have to put your duck down. Alastor was right to ask for it—the water helped. The air was tense as Lucifer and Alastor glared at one another while also keeping an eye on you. 

“When you are happy, I am happy,” Alastor said out of the blue. Both you and Lucifer looked to him for clarification. “If talking with Lucifer makes you happy…” Alastor swallowed, gritting his teeth, glowering deeply at Lucifer, “then, by that logic, it makes me happy.”

“Hey, same here.” Lucifer put his arms up symbolically. “I’m not gonna leave my friend just because I hate their boyfriend– er, whatever you are, that is.”

“Partner,” you and Alastor said in unison.

“Right. That.” 

The air was still tense, but it made you feel better knowing that Alastor and Lucifer wouldn’t be fighting over you, at the very least. 

“Okay,” you said suddenly, having finished your water. “I’m going to bed. Thanks again for the duck, Lucifer.”

You barely heard Alastor growl at Lucifer upon realizing that he’d given you a gift, but it just caused you to smile fondly. Alastor was quick to step in beside you, taking your arm to escort you up to your room. 

“You’re welcome!” Lucifer called back. “But don’t think that just because you and Alastor are partners that I’ll make one for him too!” You had to stifle a laugh. Lucifer was too sweet for his own good, no matter how awkward it made him seem.

You turned so Lucifer could see your grin. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

[avocado-writing]

hiii your bg3 writing is so *chefs kiss*

I was hoping you'd be able to write the companions' reactions to a bard!tav, giving them a private serenade one night. like they lead them to a clearing away from camp one night and there's a picnic set up and tav sings a song they wrote specifically for their love?

if all the companions is too many, could you please specifically do Halsin, Astarion, Minthara and Wyll?

oh, cute! going to give you a lute, as I think that’s easiest!

Astarion

he makes a comment about how he feels the picnic was a bit unnecessary as he can’t eat it, but you mention you’re his snack later ;)

you sit him down, pour him a glass of wine, and pull out your lute

you ask, suddenly uncharacteristically shy, if you can play him something.

he cocks his head to the side and nods.

your fingers dance across strings, and when you start to sing, he realises it’s a song about him.

you once offered to be his mirror, and tonight you repeat that. your song is about how lovely he is, in every way. how he’s handsome but kinder than he wants to admit. brave. fierce.

its the most sincere celebration of his character he’s ever heard, and by the end of it, he’s left shocked.

“oh…” “did you like it?” chewing your lip, nervous.

“it’s… you’re…” he really doesn’t have the words to convey how you’ve made him feel. so he gently takes your chin in his hand and kisses you.

the kiss gets deeper. the lute is abandoned. so, really, is the picnic. the music the two of you make then is of a different kind.

later, when he has time to come up with a suitable review, he will tell you how much it meant to him. you are his favourite musician, and he has a new favourite song.

Halsin

oh, he’s been around for a long time, but this is the first time someone’s done something like this for him.

he’s just sat in bowled-over silence as you play for him, and it is amazing. an epic ode to his life and kindness, how strong and handsome you think he is.

he comes closer as you sing, sitting right next to you. studying every inch of your face as you perform.

when you’re done, he tells you that it was the loveliest thing he’s ever heard.

“I’ve heard pods of whales singing as they meet up with their lost family… until now, it was the sweetest sound to have graced my ears.”

he gets you to repeat the song and turns into different animals to enjoy it, be it via vibrations or different ways of hearing. either way he wants to be surrounded by your music, and you.

Minthara

absolutely no idea how to respond.

she was brought up in a cutthroat world. this softness is new to her.

she remains quiet for a while as she tries to work out if you’re trying to get anything from her. is this a trick?

”oh, I’m sorry,” you say after a while when she’s just been staring. “did you not like it?”

”no. no, it was… play it again.”

you do, and she really listens to the lyrics. they’re about her beauty. how glad you are to have met her. her strength in battle and soul.

she’s exceptionally moved.

“this is… a priceless gift that you’ve given me. I have no way to repay you.” “I don’t need repayment. it was freely given.”

she kisses you, for she has no way else to thank you. you have moved her more than she thought possible.

Wyll

you play and he listens. his eyes and smile go wide.

absolutely enraptured. claps when you’re done, and cheers your performance. you laugh and bow for him.

he tells you how much you mean to him, what a sweet gift this is. how your love is his most treasured possession.

he reaches into his pocket… and takes out some paper.

“I… I know this is incredible timing but actually… I wrote you something, myself.”

and he starts to read out a poem.

oh, it is lovely. full of flowery verse, and sweet appreciations of you. all the little things which make him love you. you pick up your lute and play along eventually, and he gets into the rhythm too.

the two of you laugh at the fact that you both had the same idea! you’re so alike, so in sync.

he holds you tenderly, kisses you softly.

you end up writing many songs about your Blade. he is your perfect muse.

bonus:

Karlach bursts into tears when she hears it, and scoops you up into a big hug at the end. she’s so emotional. she can’t stop saying she loves you, she loves your song, all of it. lots of wet kisses for you.

Gale is rendered speechless for the first time he can remember. he just stares at you in adoration. he’s never had anyone love him enough to write a song about him before, and he full force of his affection for you hits him in that moment. he is smitten.

[astonmartinii]

max verstappen x college!reader | instagram au

pairing: max verstappen x partygirl!reader

college party girl reader and red bull golden boy

yourusername

yourusername: i don’t remember when the tailgate finished or when the game ended but @redbull sponsorship when?

liked by y/friendsname, maxverstappen1 and 1,032 others

y/friendsname: where were these even taken?

yourusername: i honestly don’t know

y/friendsname: and where the fuck did you get the lighter?

yourusername: i don’t think we want to know

maxieverstappen: max liked? who is she?

33dutchlion: she’s a student at umiami from what i can find

maxverstappen1

maxverstappen1: thank you miami! big, big win. great to see so many out here, time to celebrate before the next race

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verstappenthelion: unbelievable drive max!

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33maxie1: are we gonna get another max party pic?

redbullgirl33: that girl liked his post. there’s defo something going on

16leclerc: girl he’s a world famous athlete, it’s not wild to think she might just know of him?  

yourusername

yourusername: here’s to being able to talk our way into anywhere xx

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y/friendsname: i’m so glad you have no fear when drunk

yourusername: my best quality i fear

55sainz: max liked again, maybe they are onto something

redbulldutchie: that does look like the restaurant where red bull are celebrating

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maxverstappen1

maxverstappen1: miami you did not disappoint

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verstappenisking: she’s so bad for his image :(

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f1updates: max verstappen spotted with yourusername in monaco after being spotted together in miami. the umiami student is known for her partying - will red bull be happy about this potential couple?

yourusername: i hope they sponsor me

33maxworldchamp: she’s kinda hilarious

verstappenwdc2022: yeah i hope they are together she seems so fun

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yourusername

yourusername: all those who called me an alcoholic... i graduated and secured the red bull man and that sponsorship

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redbullracing: we’re glad to have you!

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[sinofwriting]

Wine - Oscar Piastri (lover verse)

Words: 977 Summary: Oscar (and Apples) go on the screaming meals podcast after everyone finds out about their marriage. Note(s): This part of the lover verse and I recommend you read the first part before this one so it makes sense. Read lover here

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“We have an Aussie on the pod today.” James says. “Indeed we do. The wonder boy himself, Oscar Piastri!” Clement continues and the three guys clap while Oscar looks behind the camera where his wife is feeling a little awkward. “Thank you for coming, Oscar. Was a bit of bitch to get you on though.” Oscar chuckles, nodding. “Just a bit. I’m glad I could make it though. I’ve been watching since the first episode.” “That’s right.” Marcus says. “I remember you texting me about it.”

“Ladies, Gentleman, you may notice we have five glasses on the table in front of us. And that is because Oscar’s wife is here as well.” “Hello!” She greets from behind the camera, sending a smile James’ way. She and the insurance broker had spent a fair amount of time together when Oscar was in F2. “She also brought the wine for today.” Clem chimes in, picking the bottle up. “Really, Apples is just trying to prove that she is the best guest to have.” He lets out a laugh seeing the label. “Ah, a bit of DR3 wine. I haven’t actually had this yet. Is it good?” He turns his head a bit to ask her, knowing that between her and Oscar she’s the one who likes wine more. She nods. “My mom loves it as well and you know her, bit of a wine snob. I also brought another one though if we get through that one a bit too quickly.” Clem makes a small noise, hand coming over his heart and he looks back at Oscar. “Mate, I might have to steal your wife.” Oscar shakes his head at the Frenchman but chuckles. He hadn’t expected the friendship between her and Clem, but it had started from their shared interest in wine and had only grown.

“Do you mind if we actually talk about you, Apples?” James asks, as Marcus takes the wine from Clem to open it. Easily passing the cork over to Clem to smell. “Not at all.” She says, reaching somewhat into frame to take the glass of wine from Marcus, giving him a quick squeeze to the hand in silent thanks after.

“So the Australian Grand Prix.” Marcus starts, handing the next glass over to Oscar, who immediately groans at the words. “I mean, what a home race.” The younger man makes a face, shifting in place as he clutches the glass of wine. “It was something.” He allows. “It was a clusterfuck, mate.” James chuckles, taking the next glass of wine from Marcus. “I’ve never seen anything like it. I mean truly.” Marcus says, passing Clem a glass who gives a silent cheer to him, before finally pouring himself a glass. “I mean, the media ran fucking wild and it was nuts.” “I was there with Clem for the F2 race and oh yeah, the media was something.” “I mean,” Oscar huffs, running a hand over his face. It had been months but still he was bothered over this. “It wasn’t like a secret y’know? Everyone in F3 and F2 knew about it. I mean obviously.” He waves a hand at three guys. “So I’m just amazed at the press and social media just not knowing it.” Clem wags a finger at the camera. “And you call yourself a journalist. Couldn’t even do basic research.” “Seriously.” Oscar says, and Marcus can’t help but laugh at how bothered Oscar is. It was a change from the usual unflappable or unbothered way he was.

“I also found out from Mrs. Piastri herself that the drivers didn’t know?” James asks. “They didn’t.” She confirms. “Well, Logan obviously did.” Marcus says, remembering how Logan had taken a weird older brother role to the Aussie couple. “But the rest didn’t? Not even Ocon? Or Alonso?” Oscar looks over at her, raising an eyebrow and she gives a shrug. “Ocon didn’t, Alonso, I mean maybe? He congratulated me after the news broke when he saw me next, but I mean it’s Alonso, who ever knows with him.” “Fair point.” James chuckles, lifting his glass a bit.

Apples watches from behind the camera for the rest of the podcast, only coming into frame once more for a refill on her glass of wine. Though she occasionally says something, fake chiding one of the boys or urging Oscar to open up a bit more, her husband still a bit too aware of the camera on him. Makes her wish she had taken that shot that Clem offered her before they started rolling, knowing that Oscar would have also had one if she had.

When they finish up, Oscar goes to move, switch to the other couch so Clem and James can sit with Marcus to film yeah g’day mate, but Marcus stills him and waves her over. She raises an eyebrow aware of the still rolling cameras but she goes over, easily sitting on the arm of the couch that Oscar is pressed against. As soon as she sits the other two are also piling onto the couch, Clem diving in between Oscar and Marcus, elbowing the Kiwi as James tries to grab the back of the French’s shirt, just barely managing to pull him up off the couch.

“Sit on the arm mate. You’re tiny enough. And budge over, Marcus.” “Why do I have to move?” Marcus asks, but slides over, knocking his and Oscar’s elbows together. “Because you're small enough to be in the middle. It’ll look weird with me.”

As the three start to bicker, Oscar leans his head against her and she runs her fingers through his hair, smiling down at him as he tilts his head backwards to look up at her. “You alright, Os?” She murmurs, Marcus’ squawk of protest surely prevents the mic from picking up her question. He nods, flashing her a smile.

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[shkudss]

Weakened by Eywa Pt. 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |

Summary: Ao'nung finally realizes that his actions have consequences

Warnings: curse words, bullying, mental breakdown, English isn't my first language

Author's note: I plan to write 1-2 more parts and finish it! I hope you’ll like this part🫶🏻

Yawntutsyip - darling, little loved one

Tsmukan - brother

Sa’nu - mommy

Metiyawn - love (plural)

“It’s fine, you’ll be fine.”

You don’t know how it happened, but you are cuddling up to Ao’nung's warm chest. His arms hugging you and body softly swaying to calm you down. He whispers random words to make you feel better, but you don’t really listen to them, swallowed by thoughts.

“Don’t worry. I’m here, you’ll be fine. They don’t hate you.”

“He’s disappointed. I betrayed him.” You kept crying and shaking.

“Shhh, he’s not. It’s fine.” His hug was so warm and comfortable, you almost fell asleep after you finally calmed down. You had no tears and emotions left after this. You felt even more drained than before fight with Ao’nung.

Fighting with family is against your nature.

“I’m sorry, Ao’nung. I wasted your time…” you said as you tried to stand up and clean yourself up.

“No you didn’t. Don’t worry about it. I’m glad I could be here to support you.” He suggested his hand for you to stand up properly and couldn’t help but rub your hand with his thumb a little. You blushed at this action and lowered your gaze. It felt intimate. The whole situation was intimate.

“Thank you, Ao’nung. I’m really thankful for this.”

“You shouldn’t be. I owe you and I’m not sure if one apology can make up everything I said and did to you. I was a real skxawng and asshole.” You chuckled a little at his last words, kept sniffling a little after tears.

“Yeah, you were worse that skxawng. But I accept your apologies. I’m glad you understood that your actions weren’t good. Just don’t make same mistakes and let’s live in peace.” You gave him a soft smile, looking right into his eyes. Ao’nung didn’t expect you to forgive him so easily. “Friends?” You opened your arms for him to hug. Ao’nung was numb, trying to process what did you just said and expect him to do.

Friends… at least friends.

“Friends.” He smiled a little and came closer to wrap his arms around you as gentle as you were the more fragile thing in the world. “Thank you, Y/N.”

***

“Neteyam, what happened? Where’s your sister?” Neytiri was worried about the the state of her son and the fact that he didn’t bring you with him. He was really angry and didn’t want to tell anything.

“Ask your daughter. She knows everything better than us.”

“Why do you say that? Tell me what happened? Did you argue?”

You entered your family pod at exact same moment Neteyam was about to tell about your argument.

“She will tell you.” He looked at you offensively and turned back. You brows were drawn together in sadness as you looked at him and remembered his words.

“Y/N, what happened?”

“I met with Ao’nung.” Silence in the room made you nervous but you kept going. “He asked me for forgiveness and I accepted his apologies. Before you say anything about it I want to let you know that he understood everything and sincerely wishes to live in peace. I saw it in his eyes, he changed.” You tried to sound confident though you were afraid to see regret in your mother’s eyes. That’s why you didn’t look at her. You don’t have courage for this, not after Neteyam’s words.

Nobody said anything. You nervously clenched your fingers. One minute of silence felt like century.

“Do you believe him?”

“I do.”

“Then I believe you, my daughter.”

You looked at Neytiri in disbelief and gratitude. You needed this. Trust. That’s what Neteyam didn’t give to you, but you don’t blame him. He suffers as much as you.

“Thank you, sa’nu.” You hugged her so hard, letting out all bad feelings that you carried for so long. Tears started falling down again and you didn’t try to stop it. You needed this, you needed to go through all this pain to heal. And finally, that’s the moment of it.

“Tsmukan…” you called Neteyam hesitantly, being afraid of his reaction. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“I know. I’m sorry too. I was listening only my emotions, but not you. That wasn’t right, my yawntutsyip.” He gave you his big brother smile that filled your heart with warmth.

You finally in peace.

Not in pieces.

“Oel ngati kameie, ma metiyawn”

***

After that day, you felt like you started a new life. You negative thoughts don’t bother you anymore and you feel like you can be yourself. The rest of the family reacted positively on your conversation with Ao’nung. Lo’ak tried to “talk” to him once again, but you and Neteyam could stop him and change his mind.

“Y/N, let’s try once again. I’m sure you can do it.” Tsireya volunteered to teach you how to ride ilu today and everything was good except the fact that you still couldn’t keep in your seat.

“Do you still believe I can do this?” You chuckled but came closer to the creature and took a position.

“I promise it’s the last time for today. Don’t move fast, hold her firmly”

You tried to follow her advice but your attempt wasn’t successful as the previous ones. Splashed the water out of irritation. What’s wrong with you? Why is it so difficult to ride an ilu?

“Forest girl is still trying to tame our creatures?” Ao’nung smirked, coming closer to you. You know that he didn’t mean anything bad by saying these words. “I’ll teach you. If you won’t learn how to do it with my help, then nobody can teach you.” Tsireya rolled her eyes. You smiled at Ao’nung greeting him.

“I’ll leave you” Tsireya called her ilu to come back to the village.

“You better check on Lo’ak he was about to try to ride tsurak, but I don’t think he’ll do that without his ass being kicked.” You all laughed at this.

Once you left alone, Ao’nung called ilu for you. You sighed exasperatedly getting ready for another fail.

“Don’t make these sounds. I won’t let you go without trying at least ten times.”

“What? Do you want to exhaust me to death?”

He laughed at your comment and you really liked being friends with him. You could make funny comments about each other and there was no tension between you two anymore.

“Okay, firstly, you need to change your posture.” His big hand moved your leg a little and slightly straightened your back. “Secondly, you have not only ride her slowly, but also hold with two hands at first. You’re only beginner, don’t hesitate to use two hands.” While he was speaking, he took your second hand and placed it on another. You started feeling a little weird… shy. “And finally, you have to calm down. Breathe in slowly and breathe out slowly.” His hand now moved to your stomach, checking out your breathing. You felt goosebumps going down your spine. “Don’t panic, relax. Remember, ilu wants you to be her rider. If you feel uncomfortable, she also feels uncomfortable. You can do that, just don’t be afraid.”

You followed his advices and told ilu to ride. Surprisingly it wasn’t really fast and you could hold in a seat longer than usual. You were so excited that lost control over it and ended up losing your tsaheylu, but you didn’t care about it anymore.

“Did you see? Did you see it Ao’nung?” Bright smile on your face made his heartbeat go crazy. You were so excited about it and he was barely holding himself from kissing you. In fact, the only thing he could do was to smile at you back.

“You did a great job, Y/N. You’re not as hopeless as I thought.” You slightly punched his shoulder and laughed. “Want to try it again?”

“And you ask?”

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[in1-nutshell]

Hi I was wondering if I could request g1 optimus adopting sparkling buddy and the autobots reaction to sparkling buddy And the decepticons reaction to sparkling buddy

I just realized how many different tabs for Transformers I haven't given more care for... hopefully this will make up for some of that empty space! I did originally get the ask with just the Autobots reaction first before getting this one with the Decepticon's added into the mix which is totally fine!

I will be posting the Con's part right after this.

Since you did not specify which Bots or Cons you wanted i chosen them at random.

Hope you enjoy!

Optimus Prime adopting a sparkling with reactions from the Autobots

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Cybertronian reader

G1

Part 2: Optimus Prime adopting a sparkling reaction from Decepticons

It was a peaceful evening at the Ark. There had been low Decepticon activity, and the patrols had become uneventful. Optimus was the last one to return from patrol.

The Prime was carrying something close to his chassis. Ratchet and Ironhide were the first to approach the Prime.

“You okay there Prime? You usually don’t come back this late?”--Ironhide

“What are you carrying?”--Ratchet

“Old friends I am fine. I simply got a little… sidetracked.”--Optimus

“What could have possibly—by the Allspark…”--Ironhide

“What! What is—Is that what I think it is?!”--Ratchet

“Meet Buddy!”--Optimus

Sparkling noises intensify.

Ratchet ordered the two of them to get to the med bay immediately. Ironhide tried getting the sparkling, but Buddy was making too much of a fuss for him to get a good hold on them. So, it ended up with Prime sitting on the med slab with Buddy peacefully sitting on his lap.

Of course, the news of a sparkling on the Ark spread like wildfire. Everyone wanted to see the little one as soon as they heard about them. Bots soon started trickling into the med bay, much to Ratchet’s disappointment. Lucky for them, Ratchet had just finished checking Buddy, they were in near perfect health with all things considered.

“Where did you find Tiny, here?”--Bumblebee

“They were sitting on a boulder a couple miles away from here.”—Optimus

“Just sitting there all by themselves?”—Jazz

“Yes.”--Optimus

“Was there a pod or any sign of their carrier’s?--Prowl

“Nothing. It was almost like they were waiting for me on that boulder.”—Optimus

“You’re a brave little bot for being alone for so long huh?”—Jazz

Giggling Sparkling noises.

The sparkling quickly became a favorite amongst the ranks. There was never a shortage of babysitters when Prime had to go out. Even their human friends, Spike, Sparkplug, Carly, and Chip, helped babysitting. It was a challenge considering the size differences and species differences, but they were glad to help out.

Buddy loves hanging out with Auntie Carly, Uncle Chip, and Grampa Sparkplug, but can’t stand being near Spike. No one knows why, it’s been like that since the day they met.

Optimus and the Autobots can’t count the number of times they have caught Buddy gently petting Chip’s hair in the control room; finding Buddy having Carly in their lap gently hugging her; Sparkplug playing peek-a-boo with Buddy; and Buddy crawling furiously away from a confused Spike.

“Buddy? Buddy? Chip have you seen Buddy?”--Optimus

“I think I have Optimus.”—Chip

“Really? Where—Oh.”--Optimus

Buddy gently petting Chip’s hair, who was reading some data pads.

“Oh dear, sorry about that Chip. I’ll just take Buddy now.”--Optimus

“There’s no need for that Prime. They haven’t done anything bad. I’m just reading them some semantics.”--Chip

“Well then I’ll leave you two alone them. Bye Chip! Bye Buddy!”--Optimus

“See ya Prime!”--Chip

Cooing Sparkling noises as they wave bye.

A little while later…

“Hey! Can anyone come help for a second?”--Carly

“Carly? Carly what’s—”--Wheeljack

Carly sitting in Buddy’s lap while their servos are wrapped around her gently while burying their faceplate in her hair.

“I guess someone really likes the new shampoo I got the other day.”--Carly

“I guess they do! Which reminds me, look what I found!”--Wheeljack

“Wheeljack…Wheeljack put down the camera—”--Carly

Click!

“Wheeljack!”--Carly

“What? It’s for the scrapbook!”--Wheeljack

“We have a scrapbook?”--Carly

Another while later…

“How’s babysitting duty Sparkplug?”--Ratchet

“A bit nostalgic really, but we’re having fun aren’t we Buddy?”--Sparkplug

Sparkling giggling noises intensifies.

“Nostalgic how?”--Ratchet

“It takes me back when Spike was a baby. But back then he used to cry when I did this.”--Sparkplug

“Did he now?”--Ratchet

“Yep. Man, these sure grow up fast don’t they Ratchet?”--Sparkplug

Ratchet looking at Sideswipe and Sunstreaker trying to wake up Grimlock with a feather.

“Sometimes not fast enough…”--Ratchet

Another, other while later…

“Hey Spike, how’s Buddy doing?”--Sunstreaker

“Oh, they’re sitting right there.”—Spike

Buddy sitting in the corner.

“Oh wow, they actually stayed this time.”--Sideswipe

“What?”--Spike

“We honestly thought that they’d escape by now.”--Sunstreaker

“Well, they haven’t, and they aren’t going to. I’ve got my eyes peeled.”--Spike

“That sounds painful.”--Sunstreaker

“No, it’s a metaphor.”--Spike

“Spike—”--Sideswipe

“You see a metaphor—”--Spike

“Spike—”--Sunstreaker

“Hang on I’m trying to explain to you guys—”--Spike

“Buddy’s escaped.”—Sideswipe

Buddy is no longer in the corner.

“…”—Spike, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe

“How did they even get out of the room? We’re right in front of the door?”—Sideswipe

Sparkling giggling from the vents.

“How—Never mind.”--Sunstreaker

“If you help me find them, I’ll buy the expensive wax you guys like.”--Spike

“Deal.”—Sideswipe and Sunstreaker

Meanwhile…

“I swear Inferno, I heard Buddy’s giggling from above!”—Red Alert

“Red maybe you should get some more sleep.”--Inferno

Fun fact about Buddy’s size. They are smaller than the average sparkling. Buddy loves playing Hide and Seek with whoever is babysitting them.

Good news for Buddy: playing is good for their health as a growing sparkling.

Bad news for the babysitter: Buddy is an excellent hider. As in scarily good at it. The longest they have gone so far hiding was 5 hours while Spike was babysitting them.

Somewhere on the Ark…

Optimus suddenly stood up from his chair.

“Prime, you okay?”--Ironhide

“…I’m not sure…”--Optimus

“Well then—”--Ironhide

“It’s Buddy!”--Optimus

“Buddy? Aren’t you being a little bit paranoid Prime? That’s Red Alert’s job, no offense Red.”--Bumblebee

“None taken.”—Red Alert

“No, something happened… I can’t explain it, but I can feel it. I think Chip said it was my ‘Buddy sense tingling’.”—Optimus

“A what?”—Ratchet

“I’ll explain later.”--Bumblebee

“Relax Prime, Isn’t Cliff watching them.”--Ironhide

“Cliff went on patrol with Mirage.”--Prowl

“Then who did he give Buddy to?”—Optimus

“I thought I saw Buddy with Perceptor.”--Jazz

“Perceptor was called in to help Chip and Carly with something at the lab.”--Sunstreaker

“Then who—”--Ironhide

“I think Spike and Sparkplug were the last one’s with Buddy.”--Wheeljack

“Who’s calling for Spike?”--Sparkplug

“Sparkplug! Where’s Buddy?”--Optimus

“Oh, Spike insisted on looking after Buddy while I went to the hardware store for some new parts.”--Sparkplug

“…”--Autobots

“Buddy was left alone with Spike!?”--Prowl

“Yeah? Was that a bad idea?”--Sparkplug

“Guys! I can’t find Buddy!”--Spike

“…Maybe it was…”—Sparkplug

“Quick! Everyone check the vents!”--Sideswipe

“Hey Prime, you okay?”--Ironhide

Concern Truck noises intensify.

‘Concern Dad mode’ engaged.

There was a base wide search for Buddy, all servos were on deck. Bots split into search parties in order to cover more ground. Some searched inside the Ark; others searched outside the Ark’s grounds; and others searched in the city. Thankfully, before Optimus could have another spark attack, they found Buddy.

Turns out they had been hiding with the Dinobots, who were in the mountain section of the base, a place that no one decided to go check out.

Grimlock was training the newest member of the Dinobot’s.

“Buddy!”--Ironhide

“Oh, thank the Allspark! They’re okay!”--Optimus

“Of course, Tiny Buddy okay. Tiny Buddy with Dinobots.”--Grimlock

“Grimlock, we have been looking for Buddy for 5 hours. How come you didn’t tell us?”--Optimus

“Me Grimlock didn’t want to.”--Grimlock

“Why?!”—Wheeljack

“Tiny Buddy no need to go yet. Tiny Buddy training to be next Dinobot!”--Grimlock

“Grimlock, Buddy is still a sparkling. They can’t—”--Optimus

“Tiny Buddy is Dinobot champion!”—Swoop

“Yes, Tiny champion!”—Slag

“Tiny Buddy doing lots of training!”—Sludge

“Tiny Buddy get better.”—Snarl

“Soon Tiny Buddy be one of us!”—Swoop

“And Dinobot’s better babysitter!”—Grimlock

“Spike don’t do job very good.”—Swoop

“He’s got a point.”—Tracks

“Shh!”--Bumblebee

“…Well Buddy was safe with them. Grimlock, you wouldn’t let anything bad happen to Buddy right?”--Wheeljack

“Never! Grimlock protect Tiny Buddy!”—Grimlock

“Prime, I think we may have solved your babysitting problem!”--Wheeljack

[toomanybrainrots]

Hiiii!! I’m the one who requested that TFA Optimus x queen fem thingy, and first off I wanted to say Tysm!! And can I ask for the same request just with TFA Megatron?? TFA Megatron x fem reader who was a queen n stuff. Hope it isn’t so soon for me to request again😓 Ty tho! (Take your time)

Of course you can. Honestly, I enjoyed writing that request a lot(cause I love writing big women) so I’m glad to do this one

Warning(s)/content: Female reader, reader is referred to with female adjacent things, and/or female pronouns

TFA Megatron with a Female Reader who’s a queen(literally)

You had first met Megatron when your pod crashed right into the Decepticon warship

It didn’t make it crash, but it dealt enought damage that they had to emergency land on a random planet to get your pod out and investigate it

Once your pod opened and you woke up, you were a mix of confusion, fear, and anger. So much so that you felt threatened and you attacked the first bot you saw

Which just so happened to be Megatron

Megatron had to give it to you, you were almost, if not equal, to him in fighting

Thankfully, when you both were worn out and you got out of your rage filled fury, you explained your situation. Megatron saw this as an opportunity to help - for his own benefit of course. Having a literal queen of an entire species would give him an advantage

Hence, you were brought aboard and accepted as an (honorary) member of the Decepticons.

Ever since that day, you kept following Megatron around. Always staying by his side, hissing at everyone who dared get near, and being his personal guard. He couldn't help but feel a tad smug about his new "guard dog", though he did eventually get fond of your company, even going as far as to feel weird without you by him

He didn't question why you were following him, as he thought it was simply your way of showing your loyalty

He was kind of right in that assumption

It was a busy day at the Decepticon warship, Megatron noted a she oversaw production from his throne, you right by his side.

"My Lord, may I ask something?" You said. Megatron nodded "what is it you ask?"

"How much longer will we do this dance, my lord? I grow tired of waiting" Megatron felt confusion when you said that. Then it dawned on him. Ah, that explained it.

He understood quickly that you were trying to court him.

And so, he agreed to let you do that. (For his benefit, is what he tells himself)

You were very ecstatic when he said that

Each day, you offered him small trinkets and objects that reminded you of him. Such as ruby red jewels, the finest of gold and silver, or makshift crowns you made yourself

He wouldn't admit it outloud but he kept each and every one in his own room just for that purpose: keeping your trinkets and handmade gifts

He appreciated you shutting up Starscream whenever he was about to gawk out something stupid

You may have been protective, but you understood well enough he was perfectly capable of defending himself(being a warlord and all). But, he never complained, in fact, he always requested your presence

Being your king was the top decision he had not regret in

[effy-writes]

Can you please do Loona x Male Reader Headcanons where they're not together yet, and and reader is super oblivious so Loona has to take initiative (poor girl lmao) Thanks for your time!

ofc! thanks for requesting! hope you enjoy <3

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Loona x M! Reader: you being oblivious to her flirting HC’s

• you never realized that loona has been flirting with you for the longest time

•she found you attractive the moment she laid eyes on you and was trying to signal hints that weren’t so obvious

• her first hint was her flipping her hair, waving, and smiling at you. you obviously didn’t realize this so she had to be less discrete

• so, she always offered to buy you lunch and/or get lunch together. still, you didn’t think much of it and thought she was being nice. during that one lunch she would say stuff like she’s glad that you’re with her, loves being around you, and again you said, “i’m glad that i’m you’re friend :)”

•she was getting frustrated real fast. so everytime you guys would sit across from each other (whether it’s eating or at a meeting), she would play footies with you and always thought to herself, “he better realize what i’m doing,” at first you thought she accidentally kept kicking you because you have long legs. but as time went on you realized she was just being playful so you would do it back

•because you did this with her, she thought to herself “oh he for sures know now, i just have to keep doing this until he asks me out,” but again that wasn’t the case

•finally she gathered up the courage to ask you herself because you clearly weren’t getting it. she offered to buy you lunch again (you still thought she was super sweet to you), but she finally said “i liked you for the longest time, i’ve been sending hints,” and you thought she was joking, so you laughed and said “you suck at making jokes,”

• “goddamn it. i like you! i’ve been trying to flirt with you but you never got the hint,”

•you quickly understood, “oh, oh shit i didn’t realize!” “yeah, i know. so, should i still ask you out or are you finally gonna do it.”

• a grin plastered on your face, “loona, would you like to be my girlfriend?”

• “oh thank satan. yes! finally!” she was fed up that she had to take initiative at first but was thankful that she did because she really wanted you.

• “maybe you just suck at flirting,” you joked. “or maybe you suck at catching clues,” “yeah that checks”

• ever since then you guys were like 2 peas in a pod. blitz wasn’t so happy at first but he realized how happy his daughter was.

[buckychristwrites]

About You | Day 9 | j.t.

Summary: Your job? Pop culture journalist for The Independent. Your assignment? To write a profile on the cocky footballer that you're publicly feuding with.

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Cussing. Enemies to lovers

A/N: A bit of a filler, but the next one will more than make up for it :)

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The anxiety coursing through you was sending you in quite the downward spiral. 

“Keeley, I’m afraid to touch it.” 

“You’re gonna have to touch it to wear it, babes.”

You stood frozen in your bedroom, air pods in your ears and eyes plastered to the dress bag that was hanging off your closet door. It was almost as if you were afraid that if you moved, it would disappear into thin air.

“I still can’t believe Rebecca did this for me,” You said, shaking your head while continuing to stare. When the dress was delivered early this morning, you were so overwhelmed that you phoned Keeley in an effort to calm down. She was, as you predicted, all too willing to lend a listening ear and some calming words.

“Isn’t she wonderful?” She exclaimed. “I’m so glad that the two of you are becoming friendly.” 

“She still scares the shit out of me, but I’m coming around I think,” You told her. Which was true. You had to hype yourself up for almost ten minutes just to send her a thank you note, and you were relieved when she texted back a simple Of course darling. Keeley’s laugh echoed from the other side of the phone. Glancing at the time, you let out an exasperated sigh. 

“Shit, I’m gonna be late.” 

“Is Jamie walking with you today?” She asked as you quickly pulled your pyjama shorts down. You paused.

“He told you about that?”

This time, it was her who was quiet for a minute. 

“Yeah, he did.” Slowly, you started getting dressed again. You weren’t sure how to feel about Jamie talking about you to others. The urge to ask her what else he had said about you was so strong that you had to tell yourself not to do it. No, you would just let that thought eat at you for the rest of the day.

“Sorry, I gotta run,” Was what you opted to say instead. “If I don’t see you later today, I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Absolutely!” Keeley said excitedly. “Bye!” 

You hung up and rushed to get ready. By the time you were running out the door, you were a few minutes behind. The stairs down to the lobby of your building seemed to increase only when you were rushing. When you ran out, you ran face first into Jamie. 

“Woah, Speed Racer,” He exclaimed with a hint of a chuckle in his voice. His hands were on your shoulders as you gathered yourself. “Now who’s the menace to pedestrians?” You scoffed, shaking your head as you pulled the wrinkles out of your shirt.

“Still you, Tartt.” 

“Yet, you assaulted me today, and I was the pedestrian before you were, wasn’t I?” He picked up a carrier with two cups from the little plant ledge next to the front door. He must’ve been waiting and decided to set them down. You were thankful. The feeling of knocking those drinks all over the ground, or worse, all over Jamie, would’ve made you feel just awful. He handed you a cup before turning and starting the walk. Sighing in relief, you took a sip and followed him.

“How’s your face doin’?” He asked you casually. You shrugged.

“I bought bruise cream and I’ve been using it, but I’m not sure if it’s helping or not.” You thought for a second before scrunching your nose. “It’s only pretty painful to rub in.” He looked closely at you, bringing his face only centimetres from yours.

“You still got the makeup on, so can’t tell,” He remarked. You rolled your eyes at him.

“That’s the point, silly.”

The two of you walked in comfortable silence for a few minutes. You watched the cars drive by and lost yourself in thought. You’d never been to a gala before. What did one entail? Obviously drinking, and dancing. Did the press have a designated area? Or were you allowed to mingle with the guests? You hadn’t thought to ask these questions when you were given the pass, too excited to even think straight. 

“Have you ever been to a gala?” You asked Jamie as you stepped into the street to cross. He let out a deep, exasperated sigh as his gaze dropped to the pavement.

“Too many of them,” He said, shaking his head. “If this wasn’t for me own club, I probably wouldn’t go.” A minute passed, and a thought seemed to cross his mind, because he quickly added, “Actually, I’m only goin’ because Keeley would kill me if I didn’t.” 

“Do the press get to roam around?” You asked. “Or is there a designated area we have to stay in?” He hummed in thought.

“I’ve seen it both ways,” He explained. “Sometimes the press stays outside, but Keeley mentioned that they want a lot of publicity, so the journalists are allowed inside.” You nodded enthusiastically.

“I didn’t think to ask questions when I got the pass.” A beat passed, and you sighed. “I don’t know why but I’m so nervous,” You admitted. 

He shook his head before saying, “No need to be nervous. Not like you’ll be treated like any other journalist. Not with us all bein’ mates and all that.” You did take some comfort in that. Taking another sip of his coffee, he hummed again, this time in a way that suggested he had just remembered something important. “Did ya try on your dress yet?” You feverishly shook your head.

“I’m terrified to do it.” Jamie’s eyebrows knitted together.

“Why?”

“What if it doesn’t fit? Or what if I look horrendous in it?” At this, he actually laughed.

“You won’t look horrendous in it,” He assured you. You eyed him.

“Why’s that?”

His cheeks turned bright pink.  

“The team picked that dress as a group,” He reminded you. “We wouldn’t have picked a dress that would make you look bad, would we?” 

He was only half right. The team did help pick, but when it came down to it, there was only one opinion you really took into consideration. Of course, he didn't know that his thoughts held more weight than the others. Not because you had voiced it out loud, at least.

“What are you wearing?” You asked him.

He shrugged before saying, “Just a suit, nothin’ fancy.” 

You imagined him in a suit, holding his tie at mid abdomen with both hands as he posed for the paparazzi. For some reason, he was wearing sunglasses in this daydream. You prayed that he wouldn’t do that, but who was to say?

“Hopefully the weather will be nice for the walk,” You remarked casually. Jamie’s head snapped in your direction.

“Walk?” He asked. “You can’t fuckin’ walk to the Gala.” Your face scrunched up.

“Why not?” You were so caught up in the conversation that you almost stepped out into traffic, but Jamie grabbed your shirt and stopped you before your foot could even hit the street.

“You’ll be all sweaty, then no one will wanna talk to ya,” He said. “Besides, walkin’ around in that dress?” He scoffed, shaking his head. “You’ll get snatched up.” You laughed as the signal changed to cross.

“Snatched up by who?”

“Whackos who’ll sell ya body for sex or somethin’.” He continued to think. “An ax murderer, maybe. Or just a fuckin’ weirdo who see’s a pretty lady on the street and decides to have a go. London ain’t known for its saints, let me tell ya.” You stared at him in shock.

“Don’t manifest that energy on me!” Laughing, he shook his head before lifting his hands with palms down, as if he was about to tell you a brilliant idea.

“Let me pick you up.”

Your eyebrows flew upward. That was the last thing you expected him to say. You figured he would bully you into getting an Uber. If you were nervous before, you couldn’t describe what it was you felt now.

“You don’t have to do that-”

“We’ve been over this,” He told you. “I don’t have to do anythin’. I offered ‘cos I want to.”

You considered this. It certainly would be nice to not have to walk, and driving was never something you had even thought about. The traffic would be so horrific, you knew that it would be better to either get a ride or walk. 

But riding in with Jamie. Of course, every fibre of your being was screaming to say yes. But how would it look to everyone else if you were seen getting out of his car? The rumour mill would start rolling long before you were able to stop it. Not to mention the paparazzi that would snap pictures of the two of you. If anyone at your work caught wind of it, or worse, your boss, you would be done for, career wise. 

However.

Oh how nice it sounded, to be picked up by Jamie. To have him hold a hand out for you to help you out of the car. To lead you inside with his hand on the small of your back. For everyone to watch as the two of you walked by, arm in arm. To walk over to the-

No!

It was just a daydream. It wouldn’t be like that at all. It would be like Jamie allowing you to ride with him to the Gala, where you would arrive together, then part ways for you to do the journalist thing and he’d go to do the world renowned footballer thing. You would be talking to people because it’s your job to get interviews. He would be talking to people because the people would be dying to talk to him. Things would be the same as always except everyone in the world would be asking who the hell is the rather ordinary girl arriving with the rather extraordinary Jamie Tartt. The fact that you were even allowing yourself to consider it going any other way left you slightly embarrassed. 

“I won’t walk,” You told him in a small voice. “But I think I’ll just drive myself, I think.” The disappointment that you felt at saying that was overwhelming.

For a brief moment, he allowed himself to look downstriken, which almost as quickly turned into satisfaction. 

“As long as you’re not walkin’.”

The arrival to the changing room was uneventful. When you went to your usual spot against the wall, you pulled out your phone instead of the notepad. Things were far enough along that you didn’t feel the need to take notes as often, so you started using this time to sift through what you had and to work on the profile itself. 

“Is everyone decent?” A familiar voice called out, and in walked Keeley Jones. When she removed her hand from over her eyes, she sighed. “A girl can’t get lucky just one time?” They all laughed at her joke as she approached Roy and plopped a kiss to his cheek.

“Just here to give you all a quick reminder of the Gala tomorrow that you are required to attend, thank you,” She announced, shooting a glare at everyone. “It’s black tie with the red carpet starting at 5, and the whole thing going until about 11 or midnight.” She gave a sweet smile. “Everyone is expected to be on their best behaviour and to get as much money as we can for homeless youth, yeah?” 

Everyone cheered, pumping fists into the air and whistling. With Roy’s arm around her shoulders, Keeley followed the coaches into their office.

“Man, I hate talkin’ to people. Especially the media,” Jamie muttered as he tied his shoes.

“Really?” You asked him. “You always do so well with interviews.” He shook his head.

“Everythin’ ya say gets all twisted up, just rather avoid it,” He said. A beat passed before he looked back at you. “Not you, of course. You’re the only journalist I like.”

You replied with your widest smile.

The day went as expected. You took pictures of the players as they practised, trying to get as many as possible so you had a lot to choose from. With the fact that you’re not a professional photographer in mind, it was hard to discern what shot would be good and what would not, but all things considered, you thought you had been doing a pretty decent job.

Jamie walked you home, as normal, and the two of you talked about minute things along the way. You continued your game of asking him very simple questions, and he enthusiastically answered them before asking for your responses as well. 

“What’s your favourite colour?”

“Would you go back to college, if given the chance? Or are you normal and enjoy being an adult?”

“What is the most awkward situation you’ve ever found yourself in?”

By the time the building where you lived was in front of you, it felt like the time had gone too quickly, and you wished you had some sort of excuse to invite Jamie inside. He lingered as well, looking around at the trees. 

“I guess I’ll see you at the Gala, then,” He said finally. You nodded, folding your hands in front of you.

“See you then,” You said, giving him a smile and a wave before heading inside. When you happened to turn once more before going up the stairs, you noticed he was still there. Was he closer to the door than you had left him? It seemed like he had taken a few steps forward, but maybe you were imagining things. 

He gave you a wave before turning and disappearing out of sight. You stared out the window at the empty sidewalk for a moment too long before making your way up the stairs towards your flat. 

Upon entry, you mindlessly found your way to the bedroom and resumed your activity of the morning, which was to stare at the dress bag in continued fear and surprise. 

You won’t look horrendous in it.

Jamie’s words echoed through your mind over and over as you stared. You knew you needed to try it on before getting ready the next day. It was the only way you’d wear it. If you waited, you knew yourself well enough to know that you would chicken out of wearing it all together.

Before you could really process what you were doing, you pulled out your phone and went to Jamie’s name. Your thumb hit down on his number to phone him. He answered on the first ring, greeting you by saying your name in a confused voice. From the sound of the wind and a car horn in the background, it was clear he wasn’t even close to being home yet.

“I need you to tell me that I won’t look bad.”

“What?” 

You walked over to the dress bag, slowly unzipping it and staring at the beautiful black fabric that hung off the hanger.

“I just…” You sighed. “I’m going to try it on. I need you to tell me I won’t look terrible in it.”

There wasn’t any hesitation.

“You won’t look bad in it.” His voice was so tender. You put him on speaker before setting the phone on your bed and stripping off your clothes from the day. You pulled at your fingers anxiously.

“What if I do look awful?” You asked him in a whisper. You were fighting every urge in the world to cry, but you were desperately trying to hide that fact from him. “What if I put it on and I look absolutely awful?”

You thought you heard him snort, and you could imagine him shaking his head with the phone to his ear. With nervous hands, you reached for the dress and pulled it down off the door.

“You…” He paused briefly, spiking your anxiety all the higher. “You could never look awful. In anythin’ you wear. Ever.” You froze, staring at the phone on your bed as his words spun around your mind at a million miles a second. The temptation to question the intent behind what he had said killed you, but you said nothing. He was just telling you exactly what you asked to hear, anyway. 

You slipped the dress over your head carefully and pulled it down over your head. When you looked over at the phone, the call was still on, with Jamie patiently waiting on the other side of the line. From what you could tell, it fit rather nicely. You pulled the dress down to rid yourself of all wrinkles and took a deep breath before turning to the mirror to have a look.

A gasp left your mouth.

“That good, yeah?” Jamie’s voice came from behind you.

It fit you just perfectly, hugging your body in all of the right ways. The slit in the skirt made it look classy and scandalous all at the same time. For a few seconds, you kept popping your knee in and out of it with a goofy grin on your face. You couldn’t stop staring at your reflection, turning around to see yourself at every angle, and posing in a few different ways.

You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this beautiful. This comfortable in your body, in a piece of clothing. It made you feel so much bigger than you were. So alive. You wanted to wake in the morning and fall asleep every night and spend every moment in between in this dress and this dress only.

“It’s stunning, Jamie,” You said, quiet while still loud enough that your phone could catch your words. “I look stunning.” It felt so wrong to say, but it was the truth.

“See, I told ya,” He said. “You gonna send a photo?” You shook your head almost immediately.

“Nope. You’ll have to wait until tomorrow like everyone else.” He sighed sharply.

“Fine,” He said in playful defeat. You pulled the dress off from over your head again before carefully placing it back on the hanger and hanging it back over the closet door. Sitting back on your bed, you took the phone off speaker and brought it to your ear again. Your heart was overflowing, with love for yourself and love in general. A long time passed before you spoke, but Jamie was still there, waiting patiently. From the sound of the quiet on his end, you assumed he had arrived home.

“Thank you, Jamie.”

His voice was soft. “Anytime, love.”

[stomach-bugg09]

heyyy, could you maybe write a fic with the entire sully family x reader, where she is part of the metkayina clan, and after they get to stay she has to introduce the family to everything (instead of tsireya and aonung). They get closer and she’s a good friend to them.

She is very sweet, loves children and treats tuk like her own (this is a key element hihi)

So one day, after she goes out with tuk to entertain her, they get attacked by someone you can decide (I’m sorry but I need something angsty😭) and reader protects tuk and saves her life.

But, and here comes the “plot twist”, the sully’s misunderstand the situation and think reader did it on purpose or was trying to hurt tuk and they’re all angry and furious at her, not letting her explain.

So she retreats and doesn’t leave her marui pod for days, until someone from the clan clears it up, and they apologise to her… YOU CAN DECIDE THE ENDING, WETHER ITS HAPPY OR SAD!!!!

Thank u in advance and I have to say, I absolutely love your writing, every time I finish one of ur fics I crave moreeeee!!!❤️

summary: [y/n] saves the life of tuk, but at what cost?

a/n: hopefully this turned out good !! i’m kind of bad when it comes to misunderstanding trope because i kind of hate it ( whoopsies ) but i think it turned out okay ?? i’m just glad i finally was able to publish something after a few days. reblogs + feedback are always appreciated !!

tags: @rafeslovergirl@wxnderingthoughts @liyahsocorro @bonnibuckets @hjkshshjkhklhkl @itssiaaax @grierpilots @fleurbeass @nyotamalfoy @23victoria

warnings: mentions of blood, injury, fear, a monster-like creature pursuing tuk and [y/n], jake and neytiri being kind of mean, scars, almost dying, passing out, a lil angst, happyish ending

words: 2.4k

i would do it again

she hadn’t meant for it to go the way that it did. everytime she replayed the scene in her head, tears pricked [y/n]’s eyes. what could’ve happened—what should’ve happened. she continued to thank eywa that both her and tuk made it out alive and safe.

it’d been that morning when the youngest sully bounded up to [y/n] in the middle of her chores. “[y/n]!” she cried, joy evident in her voice.

[y/n] could not help but grin, looking up from the net that she was busy detangling. “good morning, darling tuk!”

the sully family had been in awa’atlu for several months at that point, but [y/n] had been friends with them since they first arrived. [y/n] was a former warrior of the clan, despite how young she was. she was only twenty years old, but after a former event resulting in a very severe injury, [y/n] was quickly deferred to a safer alternative that still allowed her to help her clan.

after the incident, [y/n] found herself working with the children. it was her job to begin teaching them the ways of the water, which included breathing, swimming, and free-diving. when they got to the age of learning to hunt, they were passed along to another teacher.

that was how [y/n] first met the sullys.

after tsireya and ao’nung toured the village with them, the future tsahik introduced them to [y/n]. “she will be helping us teach you our ways.”

and so she did. although her schedule was far too busy to always attend the lessons, [y/n] was there as much as she possibly could, rewarding each and every child on their progress.

[y/n] was also introduced to neytiri and jake sully by tonowari. the ole’eyktan was quick to tell them of her honorable history, especially regarding the injury. [y/n] didn’t miss the way the toruk makto’s sympathetic eyes flickered to the large scar that still burdened her up and down her right leg. but, for the first time in a long time, his careful stare did not cause her insecurity. instead, it made her feel safe, especially as she limped up and down the beach.

it did not take long for the sully family to entrust [y/n]. she was kind, caring, and she was always there to help them. a part of [y/n] drifted to the sully family once neytiri began treating her as if she was one of their own, often inviting her over for dinner.

for the first time in years, ever since the deaths of her parents, [y/n] felt like she had a true family again.

so, given their history, [y/n] was not at all shocked at the arrival of tuk on that sunny morning.

“[y/n]!” she yelled once again, stopping in front of the metkayina girl. “oh my eywa, [y/n],” tuk panted, hands clasping her knees as she caught her breath.

“oh, my!” [y/n] laughed, smiling up from where she sat on the dock. “what is the matter, dear?”

“it is so nice out today!”

[y/n] chuckled at that. “oh, isn’t it?” leave it to tuk to cause a panic only for her to exclaim that the weather was good.

“we should go out,” tuk decided, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she gave [y/n] a look.

[y/n] only raised the muscles above her eyes. “you think so?”

tuk nodded vigorously. “yes, i do! kiri is busy with mother, lo’ak wants nothing to do with me, and neteyam refuses to take me out ever.” once she finished her short rant, she stuck out her bottom lip and widened her eyes. “please, [y/n]?”

“tuk,” [y/n] groaned, covering her eyes with her hands. “that’s unfair. you’re too adorable to refuse!”

tuk grinned pridefully. “i know, isn’t it awesome?”

just like that, the two soon found themselves sharing a ride on an ilu through the reef. [y/n] smiled at the way tuk’s arms flew outwards, allowing her to reach out and feel the tingling sensation as they passed through the thick waters.

the coral was gorgeous that morning thanks to the rays of sunlight that beamed through the surface, lighting up the seafloor. “look,” [y/n] signed to tuk, pointing out a crab that waddled across the ground.

a chuckle left the sully’s lips as indicated by the small trail of bubbles that floated above them. [y/n] grinned at the way tuk raised her hand, waving at the small creature that strolled across the ocean floor.

of course, it could only stay perfect for so long, and unfortunately, the perfection did not last long enough.

[y/n] immediately felt something was wrong when the water turned the slightest bit colder. although the sully girl did not notice, the chills rising on [y/n]’s arms sent her panicking. when her ilu rumbled in dismay beneath them, she knew they needed to turn around.

“it is time to go back,” [y/n] signed quickly, the annoyance being difficult to ignore from behind her. before tuk could sign anything back, the older girl rose her hand and gestured for her to stay quiet.

just as she directed the ilu to turn around, [y/n] noticed how quiet it was. for once in her life, [y/n] could hear nothing. it was just them and the ocean.

the fish were gone, fleeing into their homes. the crab on the ground was quickly sheltered by his hole in the sand. not even the water swayed all that much. a chill settled deep in [y/n]’s bones.

she panicked at the feeling of tuk’s arms wrapping around her waist, the sully’s small face pressed into her back. it was when she felt tuk’s hand hit her that she was prompted to look up from where she observed the quiet reef.

[y/n] nearly choked on the salty water when the sight of large animal. it loomed overtop of them, a shadow cast on top of them from his mere size. it’s flippers were large, but not nearly as large as his teeth were.

although it was only split seconds, it felt like a billion years until either of them made their first move.

when the creature attempted to close the distance between them, [y/n] sent the ilu flying beneath the beast. she swallowed a yelp at the feeling of the water by her ear, his mouth nearly having chomped it off had they not moved so fast.

unfortunately, the monster was as smart as it was quick, and it was soon adjusting. with one last look over her shoulder, [y/n] sent the ilu shooting forward.

tuk’s arms clasped [y/n] desperately, her eyes hidden from reality due to the fear it brought. at that, [y/n] urged the creature they rode on to swim even faster.

as much as the ilu tried, it was nothing compared to the fins that carried the monster behind them. once [y/n] felt it catching up, the only thing she could think to do was unattached her queue from the ilu and grab tuk. as they rolled off the side, [y/n] choked back a scream at the sight of her ilu being swallowed by the beast in one quick gulp.

blood blossomed in the water. tuk stared aimlessly, her cries not going unheard. [y/n] grabbed her face, pressing a hand overtop her mouth. not only could the beast hear, but tuk was losing breath.

“hush, darling,” she signed, eyes attentive to their surroundings. “you must be quiet. it will all be okay, do you understand?” tuk only nodded.

they hid behind a large rock-like structure, and [y/n] carefully peeked out to catch an understanding of where they stood versus the beast. she instantly rolled back around, back pressed against the textured piece of nature. he was close. dangerously so.

and so, [y/n] began to hatch a plan. as she would swim out, tuk would start swimming towards the surface. [y/n] was a trained warrior and swimmer, she could outswim the monster if she used the coral to her advantage. tuk just had to get back to civilization.

just as she turned to tell tuk of her plan, it appeared that it was far too late. she only whimpered once she felt the cold temperatures of the shade once again.

[y/n] grabbed tuk’s hand, praying to eywa that tuk would stay strong and stay smart. at least one of them needed to make it out alive, and it had to be tuk.

with one last squeeze of her hand, [y/n] stood up and locked eyes with the creature. behind her back, her fingers moved gracefully to communicate to tuk.

once she was done, she brought her hands above her head, making herself seem bigger as a small attempt, although it was more of a signal to tuk. with her arms up, tuk launched herself out and up, and the beast launched itself directly at [y/n].

she dodged almost perfectly if it weren’t for the spikes that took over his skin. she hissed as her skin caught one of the thorns, flesh tearing quickly.

[y/n]’s plan was, unfortunately, not at all fool-proof. dread settled in her gut as the beast’s eyes broke away from her and instead watched the distance thanks to the sight of a swimming na’vi.

“no!” she tried to scream, although the words came out extremely muffled because of the quick water.

and so, she let every primal instinct she ever had take over.

[y/n]’d never swam so fast in her life. she let the water take over, let eywa bless her and her senses. for the first time in a couple years, she could not feel the injury of her leg. it was just her and the sea.

her eyes did not leave tuk once, not even when the swam side-by-side with the monster. not even when he nearly ate her. she was far too quick for him.

they were throat-to-throat, and yet, at the last second, [y/n] sped ahead of the beast and launched herself on top of tuk. she cradled the girl as the water seemed to burst in every direction.

and then she blacked out.

when [y/n] awoke, she found herself in the comforts of her own home. the sun blinked through the marui, a feeling that caused [y/n] to smile.

that smile was quickly gone once she remembered exactly what happened before she’d passed out.

when [y/n] shot up, tsireya was quick to attend her side. “[y/n]!” she calmed, voice quiet and gentle. “[y/n], it is okay. you are okay! you are safe.”

[y/n] couldn’t even form full sentences. “tuk.”

“tuk is alive and well. she’s been awake for an hour or so, waiting for you.” tsireya’s smile faded. “but.. the sullys are keeping her from visiting.

[y/n]’s eyes narrowed at the news, confusion clouding her head. “what? why?”

“they think you did it.”

days go by, and [y/n] was quiet. quieter than she has been in years, ever since her injury. ever since her parents death. the guilt was nearly the same, nearly just as heart-wrenching.

they did not trust her. they thought she would hurt tuk. the mere thought of it sent [y/n] spiralling.

the olo’eyktan’s family tried to visit her often, but she was cut off. even when they did somehow make it inside, she was dry, often not even answering them. it was as if she pretended they didn’t exist.

[y/n] didn’t look so good either. she was leaving her own health as the last of her priorities, as if they didn’t matter compared to the fact that they didn’t trust her.

it was only thanks to the trustful word of tsireya that the sullys finally had clear enough minds to come and visit.

it was a quiet night, the only sound heard being the crash of the waves against the shore. [y/n] was busy poking at the food ao’nung delivered just moments before. she couldn’t find an appetite to even attempt eating the food, despite what she promised him.

at the sound of two bodies walking into her pod, she jumped onto her feet. ever since the incident, she was on extremely high alert. even when she slept at night, all she saw were the jaws of that monster… and then the way that the sea exploded around her.

time froze when she saw the guilty faces of jake and neytiri.

“[y/n],” jake’s voice was quiet, broken. almost as bad as she felt. “[y/n], we are so sorry.”

[y/n] only blinked. “why?” she swallowed, putting her food down behind her before taking a step towards the couple. “why in the world should you be sorry? it was only like i risked my life for your daughter and you didn’t even have the kindness to come and talk to me.” she shook her head. “i had to hear it from tsireya that you hated me. you didn’t give me a chance.”

neytiri sniffled, eyes full of guilty tears. “we understand. and that is why we are here.” she attempts to step towards [y/n], but retracts when she feels the younger girl tense. with a quick sigh, she continues. “we were worried. worried about our baby. all we knew is that you washed up together, and tuk was hurt because of something out on the reef. you were the only one with her. and we just… we thought, since you knew the reef so well, there was no way you could have run into such trouble.”

[y/n] paused before shaking her head. “i don’t know what that monster was,” she whispered. “i have never seen such a ghastly thing in my life.”

jake nods. “we know. we know that now, and we should have never doubted you. for that, we are so extremely sorry, and we are so extremely thankful that you kept tuk alive.”

[y/n] paused. after the years she spent grappling for approval from everybody on the island, after gaining it through risking her life, this was the first time that she truly felt fulfillment.

when tears welled up in her eyes, she allowed the parents to hug her. at the warmth of their arms around her trembling body, she whispered, “i would do it again.”

[mynameismckenziemae]

Unbroken

Part 2

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x You

Summary: You and Bradley get to know each other

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! A bit of smut, heavy petting (lol).

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Time stands still when his lips meet yours; tentative at first, letting you know it’s okay to stop. But that’s the last thing on your mind. Your tongue licks at the seam of his lips and his hand pushes into your hair as he deepens it with a satisfied hum, kissing you with an unhurried tenderness.

Your hand grips his bicep in an attempt to not drift away when the dormant butterflies in your stomach unfurl their wings and take flight. A tidal wave of hope and relief washes over you at the long-gone feeling and you smile against his lips.

Maybe you’re not broken. Maybe you are still capable of feeling something.

Your phone rings; breaking the spell as it startles you apart.

“I better answer. It’s Charlie,” you say regrettably.

He hums in agreement. You swallow thickly when he fails his attempt at discretely adjusting himself in his jeans before he gathers the trash.

He does have a big cock.

“How’d it go at Anderson’s?” Charlie asks after you greet her.

“Uh…not great. But at least I don’t have to deal with him again,” you answer, watching Bradley walk the garbage to the receptacle.

“What happened? You okay?” Jake says from the background.

You repeat the morning’s events and Jake’s relief is palpable in his tone when he responds. “I’m glad Bradshaw went with you.”

“Me too,” you reply, smiling as he walks back up.

“Is he still with you?” Charlie asks.

“Yeah, I wanted to treat him to lunch as a thank you but he paid,” you roll your eyes good-naturedly. “I took him to Breakneck to eat.”

“Did you make out like teenagers?” She teases, knowing it was the town’s prime parking spot.

Your hesitation gives you away and Bradley grins sheepishly when he hears Charlie’s squeal.

“Oh my God, you so did!” She laughs and Jake groans in the background. “You shush, they’re both adults.”

“So what’s the plan for later?” You ask with a cringe, trying to change the subject.

“You know I’m gonna get the details later,” she says lowly. “We’re going to pick up the rest of the squad from the airport in about two hours, then meeting at Buck Wild around seven.”

“Giving the real Texas experience, huh?”

“You know it. You’ll have to ride the bull, show ‘em how it’s done.”

“We’ll see. Who knows, I might not be good at it anymore,” you reply, knowing it’s likely ingrained into your muscle memory from the college summers you worked there.

“Oh whatever,” she laughs. “See you at seven.”

“See ya,” you reply and look to Bradley. “Well, they know. I should’ve denied it but the Seresins are terrible liars.”

“It’s all good. I don’t regret it,” he answers, offering you a hand to get off the tailgate.

“Me either,” you smile, taking his hand before you hop down.

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Bradley can’t help but smile as you drive away from the hotel after dropping him off. It’s been a long time since a woman made him feel this way.

His phone buzzes as he flops on the bed.

Jake: Sounds like you got some explaining to do. 😒We’ll pick you up at 6:30.

Bradley: 👍

He sets down his phone and closes his eyes; exhausted from rising with the sun this morning from his excitement to see you.

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“Em! Over here!” Jake calls when you walk into the bar later that evening, followed by a wolf whistle from Charlie.

You laugh, finding their group near the mechanical bullpen.

Introductions are made and the group razzes Jake for not inviting you to California before he moved back. You can tell already that you and Natasha are two peas in a pod.

Bradley makes his way over to your side.

“You look good,” he says over the loud country music as he hands you a beer, eyes lingering on your cleavage pushed up by the tight black leather vest you’re wearing.

“Thanks, so do you,” you reply, taking in his gray shirt and tight jeans.

He smiles. “I got the big brother talk from Jake on the way here, but not the one I anticipated.”

“Yeah? How so?”

“It’s usually the ‘hurt her and die’’; Jake told me he’d spare me that bullshit since you can obviously hold your own, but to be careful ‘cause he doesn’t want me to get hurt either,” he replies, leaning closer. “Why is that? Are you gonna hurt me?”

“Only if you ask me to,” you murmur hotly near his ear before you take a long pull of your beer.

Even in the dim lighting, you can see the flush rise up his neck.

You smirk at his reaction before calling out, “Who wants a shot?”

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A few hours and drinks go by and you’re comfortably buzzed as you watch Jake’s friends take their turns on the bull. You laugh when Jake goes first and gets thrown off quickly (in his defense, the operator and your old boss, Willie, was gunning for him). Bob surprises himself and gets the longest ride, Natasha is a natural is a close second, poor Javy over-anticipates and ends up with a bloody nose.

Bradley’s next and your mouth goes dry as you imagine him fucking into you while you watch his hips follow the movements. He has a good run but loses his balance at a sharp turn and drops gracefully to the mat.

“Emma Lou, it’s your turn!” Charlie says, gently pushing you towards the entrance to the pen.

You roll your eyes good-naturedly and wink at Bradley as you pass by.

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“Go easy on me, Willie! It’s been a long time,” you call as you straddle the bull.

“I’ll start slow, ease you into it before I start going hard,” he teases with a laugh. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Charlie elbow Bradley, as if he isn’t watching you like a hawk.

“Just the way I like it,” you blow him a kiss as the movement starts and your thighs tighten instinctively.

You smile when you hear the cheers. Your muscles do indeed remember as go around and around, up and down.

You slide off gracefully with a breathless laugh before you get dizzy but when you look up, Bradley’s gone.

“He went to the bathroom,” Charlie answers tipsily. “Quickly, I might add. As if he couldn’t watch you gyrate on that bull anymore.”

“Okay. I wasn’t gyrating, and I wasn’t gonna ask-“

“I saw you looking for him,” she teases. “I think you need to go to the bathroom too,” she says pushing you towards the bathrooms before she turns. “My turn!”

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Bradley’s coming out of the bathroom as you walk down the long hallway.

“You okay? You’re all flushed,” you ask.

“Yeah, just, uh…warm,” he replies.

“It gets hot in here. Wanna step outside? There’s a door at the end of the hall here.”

You lead him by the hand when he nods.

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It’s not much cooler outside but the fresh air is nice.

“That was fun. I don’t remember getting dizzy that fast though,” you smile, leaning back against the rough brick. “Gettin’ too old for that apparently.”

He just shakes his head with a chuckle as stands beside you. “You definitely know how to ride one.”

You hum in agreement, smirking at the innuendo. “Why’d you leave?”

He clears his throat and looks away. “I uh, had a…situation.”

You smirk when your eyes flick down. Looks like he still has one.

“So you got hard watching me ride that bull? Were you picturing me riding you like that?” You ask as you turn towards him, feeling him tense as you walk your fingers up his chest.

He swallows before meeting your eyes. “Yeah. I’ve been fighting a hard-on since we kissed.”

You grip his dog tags and pull him in for a kiss.

It’s hot and hungry with teeth and tongue; a stark contrast to the sweet one earlier.

A raspy groan leaves him when the hand not holding his dog tags slides from his hip to feel his cock straining against the denim.

“Mmm, you do have a big cock,” you moan, pulling back from his lips, liquid heat pooling between your thighs at the thought of taking all of him.

He smirks before his head falls back against the brick with a shudder as your mouth finds his neck; teasing the sensitive skin there with nips and licks.

His hand weaves through your hair and guides your head back up for a kiss as he pushes a thigh between yours.

You gasp when you rub yourself against him; the seam of your jeans putting pressure right where you need it.

You palm him faster as you get close to your first-ever orgasm with a man, the sounds he’s making spurring you on.

Your grip on his tags tightens to the point of pain as your orgasm approaches but it’s ripped away as the door swings open, startling you apart.

“Oh, sorry. Just came out here for a smoke. I can go around to the front though,” an older gentleman says, swaying in the light breeze.

“No it’s okay, we better get back,” you reply with a sigh full of regret.

Bradley looks equally disappointed as he agrees. “I’ll be in shortly.”

You nod and press a kiss to his cheek before you head back in to find everyone still near the bullpen. No one but Charlie noticing you had been gone.

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A/N: sorry for the delay, this chapter just did not want to come out. I’ll be going back to Jake and Charlie next (I think).

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