#but thats ehat life is

[coulsons-left-arm]

You remember that "fathers finding their kids as babies," post I made of Coulson and Daisy the other day?

Yeah, I'm dropping the fic here since people aren't seeing it in my reblog (I'm so sorry about that 💀😭).

So here's a subpar 1.4k of Coulson and May finding the 084 (aka Daisy) back in 1989. 🫶🏻

Coulson and May are called in for a level 8 classified op even though they're entry level agents. It's all hands on deck for this one, so they're a little nervous, but May is holding it in well while Coulson is tryna be extra goofy (that's how she knows he's nervous).

Boots on the ground, and it's an absolute massacre. Many SHIELD agents look like they've been torn to shreds, and it's hard to look at, but they assess all but one are dead. Coulson leans closer to an agent who's last breath was used to "Find the squad leader." He closes the eyes of the dead and hopes and prays they can get at least one of their men out alive.

May happens upon the squad leader propped up under a bridge, covered in blood... But he's holding something? She looks closer to find something bundled up in a piece of bloodied fabric... And it's a baby... Fast asleep by the looks of it.

Gunfire behind them starts to pop off. They have to act fast. May grabs the baby and holds it close to her chest, staying low and trying to soften her steps to avoid any jostling of the little one. Coulson was able to fireman carry the squad leader's body back to the jet right before the ramp closed. It was close, but the agents and baby made it out unscathed.

Coulson leaves the squad leader's body with one of the spare agents, giving a moment to honor his sacrifice, before heading over to May who was still holding the baby. She's covered in blood which was hard to look at, but her features were cute, juxtaposing the sight. Coulson runs a finger along her cheek, wiping some of the blood off her and earning a tiny, content yawn.

It wasn't too terribly long before they landed, immediately greeted by scientists and a doctor who removed the child from May's arms. The baby began to cry, and the two agents felt a pang in their stomach. They had to trust that they would take care of the little one.

~~~~~

It had been three hours with no word from the analysis department. Coulson couldn't take it, so he marched down there and was greeted by some upset scientists at his presence. He didn't have high enough clearance level to know what was going on, but he could hear the high pitched cries just beyond the doors. He fought his way through the twiggy researchers, and was met with a horrifying sight.

They *did* clean her off, but they had kept her all but naked and on a hard surface like a specimen... Which she was far from being. Multiple vials of blood samples were nearby and he almost absolutely *lost it* on a nearby white coat. He ran through the grasping arms trying to stop him, but he was able to snatch the protesting baby up and hug her close to his chest. Cradling her, her cries were beginning to wane while scientists were flapping their gums about "unknown origins" and "possible contaminates." But it didn't matter.

They were treating a *baby* like a *lab rat*, poking and proding the poor thing.

May reached the lab, all eyes on her and giving way. The analysts knew better than to mess with someone who graduated from Ops. She walked over to Coulson, standing her ground and signalling over the doctor. She demanded he find "something to cover the baby." From the bunching of his shirt collar in her fist, he read her loud and clear and retrieved a diaper and a fuzzy blanket. Although he never had any experience, Coulson's confidence carried him through cladding the baby in the diaper, and returned her to his grip, laying the blanket over her back and over the top of her head. He could feel a little spot of drool forming on his chest through his PT shirt, but he didn't mind. Her little body wasn't squirming and her breaths came easy with a couple hiccups dappled in for good measure. He swayed side to side as May almost took out one of the scientists who dared to inch closer and asked if she had eaten at all since they took her.

Of course not...

But formula was quickly retrieved from *somewhere* (honestly, did SHIELD just keep baby stuff on base? And what for??? Was it normal for babies to show up on their doorstep???? If so, Coulson wasn't taught about any of this in his training...), along with a bottle and a pacifier.

May singlehandedly scared all of the analysts outside the lab, including the heartless doctor, and locked them out. They found the light switch and dimmed it for the baby. Who knows how long they kept poking and proding her. They snuck out the back entrance with her, finding a way to Coulson's bunk since May was currently sharing hers with another junior agent. They had snatched the Bunsen burner from the lab, and May snuck out and snatched a pan and a few bottles of water from the mess hall. She noted a silent alarm had been activated and kept to the shadows, avoiding cameras to get back to Coulson's room.

She was met with an evergrowing fussy baby in Coulson's arms as he was trying to keep her calm and soothed by gently speaking sweet nothings over her head as he sat on the edge of his bed. They both made quick work with the formula, getting the bottle to a warmer temperature they thought might be right. Neither of them knew *exactly* what they were doing or how to do it, but it sure was better than the treatment the scientists were putting the baby through.

Coulson shifted the baby from his shoulder to the crook of his elbow, and grabbed the heated bottle as the baby's cries were coming to a crescendo. Guiding the nipple into her mouth, she ceased her racket, and began frantically sucking while looking up at him with wet, red rimmed eyes. He couldn't help but swipe away some of the wet tears coating her chubby cheeks, smiling softly at her.

"Is that what you wanted?" He cooed over the light sucking sounds. "Does it taste okay? It's our first time making this stuff, so it's probably not five star worthy. Sorry about that."

It must've not been too bad since she consumed almost the whole bottle, her sucking coming to a slow as her eyes began to droop.

But aren't you supposed to burp babies after they eat? That was a thing, right? As much as he didn't want to disturb her entering a slumber, Coulson set the bottle down and propped her back up to his shoulder, patting her back. It didn't take long before he felt a warm sensation drip down the back of his shirt.

"She spit up, didn't she?" May nodded her head, looking towards his dresser drawers. "Second drawer from the top. Don't care which one.... As long as it's not my Cap shirt. Don't want her messing up that one." He received a scoff as he settled the baby in between his closed thighs, carefully pulling off his dirtied shirt. He twisted behind him to reveal nothing got on his sheets, a sigh of relief eacaping his chest. But the baby began whimpering, so he didn't wait for May to throw a shirt at him before picking up the (once again) fussy baby and cradling her close to his bare chest. She seemed to immediately quiet at the contact. Maybe it was the heat from his bare skin on hers? Maybe she could hear his heart thumping in his chest? Maybe... Maybe she just *liked* him??? Yes, it was a silly thought, but Coulson knew a lot of people liked him, whether it was someone he met out in the street, or a fellow junior at the academy. Maybe he had a similar effect on babies?

He snapped out of his silly thoughts when a lump of fabric hit his side, seeing an olive green t shirt sitting at his side.

"Thanks, May... But I don't know if I want to put that on quite yet. Look," he said as he twisted his torso in her direction. She peered over at the bundle against his chest, Coulson possibly seeing the tiniest sparkle in her eye. Completely forgetting to close his dresser drawer, she slowly padded over and sat down next to him on the bed, eyes trained on the little one who's breaths were lightly puffing against Coulson's chest hairs. She reached a finger towards one of the tiny balled up fists, her breath slightly hitching when it uncurled and grabbed a hold. The baby seemed the most calm they had seen her since finding her, settled deeply and undisturbed by the outside world. May carefully reached for the baby blanket that was discarded on top of the bed and draped it over Coulson's front.

"Maybe you should lie down with her," she suggested. "Make sure she gets some rest." It seemed reasonable, especially since they saved the poor little one from torture. It felt *right* to give her some rest. Coulson scooted back across the covers carefully, lying down against his pillow and feeling the gravity of the tiny weight naturally press against his chest.

There were a whole lot of things swirling around his brain. A sense of fierce protectiveness. Of unconditional love even though he only just met her. Of some sort of gap that filled that he didn't even know was there? Or maybe he did, but never acknowledged it? Either way, something in him wanted to break, but it would have to wait for later.

May reached for the baby blanket, covering up the both of them just right and placed a gentle hand over the baby's back... Which was also where Coulson's hand was. He'd be lying if his heart didn't skip a beat... Or two.

"I should probably head out and grab a couple things--"

"Stay?" The single word escaped his mouth before his brain could even catch it. He could feel his ears go warm at the way her hand's weight shifted on top of his. It almost left, but at his word it stopped for a moment before returning pressure.

*She wanted to stay, too.*

"...Okay." And before his brain could even process, let alone his bleeding heart, his partner in crime laid down next to him on her side, facing him and the baby, keeping her hand planted over his.

Coulson's mind boggled at the fact that he was shirtless, with a random baby on his chest snoozing away, unaware that he had his academy crush lying in his bed with him (fully clothed, but honestly, he wouldn't have it any other way).

Fury wasn't kidding that SHIELD was unlike any opportunity he would ever receive in his lifetime.

[flamboyant-king]

Hey babes, sorry I've been dead, but I coulda been literally dead if I had not gone.

I didn't hurt myself and we're still figuring things out. I would love to share but I've already forgotten what I've learned. I hope I get more guidance and time for healing and learning on how to lead my life in a better direction than where I was. But that takes time and effort.

I hope to get some rest, get some support, and get it together. But right now, I don't think it's healthy for me to worry about art in the way I do now. I may not express it here, but trying to maintain my art endeavors/projects while there's so much bullshit going on backstage is not helping me. Especially since I'm not even obligated to do so. But trying to force myself to do something I am currently unable to do will just make me feel worse. I'll follow my dreams and passions one day, but I've been putting off the healing process for years.

So I guess it's better to get better now so I can get the ball rolling again. Why drive on a flat tire?

[adrienschatt]

*screaming on the top of my lungs* that’s not what Jesus would have wanted

(Venting in tags)

[vero-niche]

a fellow english major, really happy to see someone who's proud of their degree <3

you know that "no love, no matter how brief, is wasted" line? i think the same applies for knowledge too - no matter how useless it may seem, knowledge acquired is never in vain.

[nururu]

It's so wild how much I relate to sanji....... it's why we have beef. It's like if I was a cat who saw myself in the mirror for the first time and started attacking

[autism-disco]

self esteem is soooo funny why am i feeling really good about myself purely because someone i find really cool complimented my shitty spam instagram account

[mirlyutera]

Guys . Its Getting dire. I slightly need to Finish myself off (joking)

[bee-ina-boat]

I feel like no matter what i will always give someone the benefit of the doubt. I will always think "what if they had a good reason?" It is something so baffling to me that people would assume that someone is being a piece of shit first before they considered if they had a valid excuse.

[nomaishuttle]

its literally like the library of alexandria like if i dont start pirsting movies now my beautoful twins (who i might homeschool) will have No good movies to watch on family movie night. it would be catastrophic

[jd-205]

This

[narrative-lover]

I just saw a take that gave me an unholy amount of violent anger for a whole second before i turned off my screen

[steeltwigz]

Just screenshoting instead of reblogging but here's the example they give:

And they're both fine! You can space stuff out if you want to but you can keep it a paragraph, it's FINE. I prefer the paragraph becuz I think the second one feels too disconnected, all the spaces are annoying to me, just as the paragraph was annoying to the op. DONT LISTEN TO THEM GUYS just write however you want, it isn't necessarily easier to read, it doesn't Hit Harder!!!!! Also they changed the text so it isn't even a fair comparison!! That italicized snip at the end kinda rules, if they put it as a single line below the paragraph they'd both hit the same, tho the prose would be more for a novel and the second more for a screenplay or whatever. BOGUS. I'm a paragraph lover for LIFE !!! The TRUE problem with this story is that the writing just isn't very good in general. LIKE what's up with that Grotesque run-on sentence in the beginning, YUCK. You arent exactly qualified to give great critiques of writing structure as a whole when you use that many ellipsis and dashes in a single paragraph. Sorry.

[photo-of-a-ghost]

more art fight except this time I'm sleepy @specialcontainmentdatabase

[kermitsbutton]

Truly fascinating how easy it is to feel human again after being done with exams.

[timeisacephalopod]

(Content warning for eating disorder mention)

The most fucked up thing I've learned about recently, when I really sat down to think of it, is how fat people with eating disorders are treated. When a person is very thin and has the behaviors we associate with anorexia we would know that telling them they're too fat for treatment is just. Fucking evil, it's an evil thing to do to someone, but that's exactly what people with "atypical" anorexia face if they seek treatment and the atypical part in my understanding is just being larger than the BMI "regular" anorexia has to qualify for having the disorder.

Like instead of using the same fucking term we decided fat people with eating disorders were built wrong somehow and thus need a Special Term™️ rather than defining eating disorders around the behaviors associated with them, not the body type of those who suffer from them. Just thinking about the way even thinner people who aren't thin enough trying to get treatment and being told they're too healthy or too fat for it makes my blood boil with rage when we would never treat someone who's eating disorder shows up strongly on their frame this way because we'd immediately recognize how disgusting that is.

[emotionally-damaged-carrot]

Ok so basically charles meets reader in f2 for the first time and instantly knows he wants him as his, and he plans and plans where he's super subtle about it, mentioning how good of an Engineer reader is at certain times infront of sponsers and such and by the time reader gets to f1 charles who has already been in f1 for 2 years has basically made it seem like reader has no other choice but to come to ferrari with him but what charles doesn't know it that male reader felt the sameway that day and has been doing his own planning and stalking far more discreetly then charles.

Basically male reader amd charles meet in f2 are instantly infatuated with each other and plan to have themwith each other even if it takes years, it does as reader is not promoted until charles suggests getting a new engineer off of f2 at ferrari so as to have a fresh pair of eyes to see what they can make better and yeah charles and reader basically orchestrating everthing in the others life so that eventually they end up with the other but nethier knows the other is doing so.

Hope you understand what im tryin' to ask, if you meed a reference some of @/uglyducklingofthe2000s works are good examples aswell as @/pucksandpower who has some good stories to read though all their writing is fem reader only and thats not ehat i'm looking for.

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Charles Leclerc x Male Reader

Birds of a feather

I gotchu, homie, I like it, I might do a part two or just a short continuation cause goddam I want smut in this. It's quite long, I couldn't fit some parts of the request, sorryyy 😓😓 I'll try doing better.

No Warning.

I tried it and this is my first time making this type of thing. I hope I somewhat did op justice?

Requests are open

The first glance was enough to make me shiver, my gaze looking for him, pushing past people to witness that beauty again. My mind cannot be calmed as my heart beats fast, excited to see him again, my beloved.

——

I walked around looking for my tools, as I scratched my chin that now has black stuff from my hands. I groaned as I sat down, not being able to find the spanner I needed.

"You looked like you needed this."

I looked up at the voice, seeing a face that can only be described as perfect. He looked down at me with soft eyes as his hand holding out the spanner I needed.

"Thank you."

I paused for a bit, waiting for him to say his name.

"Charles."

He spoke again with a smile and accent that made me shiver, my hand shakily took the spanner. He nodded at me still with that smile and walked away, those dimples, those eyes, that hair, that skin, that face. I need him, I need him, you will be mine, my beloved.

——

A few months pass and we see each other, waving greetings and goodbyes. Every time my eyes linger on him just for a moment longer.

"Hey."

He said as he stood above me while I sat in his car, testing everything.

"Hi."

I stood up to get off the car.

"Did you eat lunch yet?"

"I'm about to, just a few tweaks in this car and I'll go, why?"

"Just thought we'd have lunch together?"

"Why not."

I smiled at him, Charles, my Charles, my beloved.

After a few minutes, we were on our way to this small restaurant, that according to Charles was great.

"What do they serve?"

I asked him as we walked.

"Mostly spanish, but they have other stuff too."

We looked at each other, in the brief moment I analyzed his face. Committing to memory every detail, every centimeter of his face was perfect. The way his soft eyes look so innocent, I need him, and I won't stop until I do.

——

"By the way, how did you know I needed a spanner?"

He asked me as we waited for our food.

"Spanner?"

"Months ago, I was looking for it and you gave it to me. How did you know?"

"Gut feeling."

I recalled how I stared at him working, his muscles flexing and him getting dirty and sweaty. Complimenting his already perfect skin, glistening a soft glow, I couldn't take my eyes off such perfection. His shirt would slightly go up, revealing some skin that I can't wait to touch, to stain, to kiss, to worship. I can't wait until he's mine, and mine alone, mine, my beloved.

"You okay?"

He snapped me out of my thoughts.

"You looked spaced out, everything good?"

He asked me, my beloved Y/n asked me if I was okay, if I was good.

"Of course."

"Just checking, cause our food arrived some moments ago."

"It's okay, I'm okay, let's eat."

I smiled at him as I took my utensils and began to eat.

——

He looks cute while he eats, his hands are perfect, long slender fingers, the veins prominent. I want to hold it, I want to feel him, my thumb caressing the back of his hand, tracing the veins. I want to hold him, I want him, I need him, I want to feel his warmth while we lay in bed, cuddling as we are only covered by the blanket, his fingers drawing shapes on my back as I bury my face in his neck. Kissing and sucking, leaving my marks on him, to tell the world that he is taken, and he is mine and mine alone.

I hear a small chuckle as I get pulled away from my thoughts, that fucking sound, he does things to me I wish he knew.

"You okay? You spaced out."

He smiled at him.

"Just thinking about stuff."

I smiled back and continued eating.

"You sure?"

He's worried? No, no, my beloved, I'm okay, everything is okay especially when you're near.

"Absolutely."

——

"You should join ferrari."

I tried to convince him as we sat in a café.

"Why?"

"It's the best team, and the other teams are already packed with engineers. And plus, you will be my engineer, you can work on my car like old times."

I worriedly smiled.

"I think McLaren is looking for an engineer and I fit the job requirements perfectly and-"

"Ferrari is the best team, and it will remain the best for as long as you are there."

I cut him off, sounding a bit desperate.

"It's the best choice for you, Y/n, come to ferrari and you will have a great resume and work life."

I said sadly.

"Okay."

"You are an emotional manipulator, you know that?"

Closer to you, my beloved, my Y/n, my darling, my baby, my love. You are mine and I am not letting you go, I will be here for you, because I am the only choice you have. I will make sure of that.

——

Weeks pass and I am in the ferrari garage at the first race, making sure everything is okay. I sat in Charles' seat to make sure it was comfortable and that everything was set.

"You're all good, Charles."

I said to him as he was also preparing to get in the car.

"Thanks."

He said as he put on his helmet and got in the car.

"If you don't win p1 I will disassemble your car."

I told him as I kissed his helmet and stepped back.

——

"P fucking 1, Charlie, P fucking 1. Good job, you did great, you did amazing."

I said thru the radio as he crossed the chequered flag. He immediately stood up on his car as he parked in the P1 position, put his hands up and climbed down where he was immediately surrounded by the team who hugged and congratulated him.

He glanced at me as he stood on the podium, holding up his trophy. After the anthem was played he sprayed everyone on the podium with champagne as well as us below the podium. Managing to get me very wet as he poured the rest on me.

"PISS OFF."

I yelled at him as I smiled. He just smirked at me. That fucking mouth, I want to kiss him.

A few moments later he got down from the podium and took a picture with the team. I could probably be seen in the picture looking at him. The interviewers flooded him, asking him about his win, and he often said my name. After the that I walked off, going to the garage and past the driver's rooms. Finding a cozy and quiet spot and sitting on the floor, pulling out my phone. I see Carlos and he greets me and makes small conversation, thanking me for my work. It didn't mean anything, if it's not from my Charles, why should I care?

I scrolled through my phone, curiousity gets the best of me and I open instagram and search his name. I scroll through his profile focusing on pictures of him and with him. Admiring him, admiring how perfect he is, I see some shirtless pictures of him, it does things to me. I took a quick look around to make sure I was alone, and my hand slowly travelled down my body, imagining it was his, softly feeling around, before it could go to my pants, he walked in.

"What you doing there?"

He smirked at me as I panicked and dropped my phone, I quickly picked it up.

"You scared the shit out of me."

"I did? I guess I did, what are you doing here?"

He asked as he walked closer.

"What are you really doing here, Y/n?"

He crossed him arms, looking down at me.

"Minding my own business."

"Really?"

He squatted down, we were now face to face and he still had that fucking smirk.

"I know what you're doing, Y/n, sitting in my seat to rub off your smell, making me familiar to it, making me somewhat miss it."

He whispered as his face came closer.

"I know what you're doing."

"What?"

"Your mine, Y/n, and mine alone."

He held my jaw.

"You got that? Do you understand?"

I saw something in his eyes, I see it too when I look in the mirror when I think or see him. Those eyes that scream possessiveness and lust, greed and selfishness. We are the same, and we want the same.

My arms slithered around his neck, pulling him closer, we both smiled as we stared into each other's eyes. Full of love and lust, and hatred, hatred for those who got too close to each other. Those who thought they had a chance between us, those who thought we could love them back. The audacity to even think of doing that, is sickening, it fills me with contempt, because he's mine, and I'm his, we were meant for each other and nothing can stand between us. I leaned for a kiss, but before our lips met into a blissful kiss, I whispered something.

"And you're mine."

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