#i miss seeing him all the time with this team

[norrisainz33]

new beginning || ln4

☆ summary: y/n is in the cursed second red bull seat but finds the opportunity to thrive in indy car

☆ pairing: ln4 x racingdriver!reader

☆ fc & warnings: none and hate comments

☆ requested: yes!! thank you for the request 🫶🏻

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redbullracing: a dominate race from max here in qatar! only one race to go in the 2024 season

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user1: glad to see max back on top

user2: y/n has the worst luck i feel so bad for her

user6: y/n has so much more potential than this

user8: being max’s teammate is not easy

user3: get y/n off this team

user5: we are losing the wcc bc of y/n

user2: oh don’t be so dramatic

user4: super max back again

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patriciooward: ohhhh you two are getting real cozy over there

ynuser: maybeeee mr nosey

patriciooward: just looking out for mi amiga is all - be careful with him

ynuser: gracias mi amigo. lando is a good guy

patriciooward: he is and i know that. i just love you like my dear sister

ynuser: and i love you patito

user5: maybe instead of spending so much time with lando you could be learning how to drive

landonorris: diva DOWN

ynuser: this diva is up not down

landonorris: yeah you right. i am on a high after seeing you

ynuser: 🥹 smooth

landonorris: trying

user6: oh he’s a cutie

maxverstappen1: tea

ynuser: subtle but yes

josefnewgarden: 👀

ynuser: 🫣

user7: are yall together or

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f1: BREAKING 🚨 y/n y/l/n and red bull have reached an agreement to part ways for 2024. this comes after a tough season for y/n who has had her fair share of struggles. we can also confirm that y/n has signed to drive for Arrow McLaren for the 2024 indy car season. we wish her the best of luck in her next endeavor!

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user5: it’s about time!

user2: she’s gonna thrive in indy car i just know it

patriciooward: to new beginnings with my best friend as my teammate 🧡

user33: i love this friendship so much

redbullracing: thank you ynuser

user2: that’s really all you have to say?

user3: good riddance

arrowmclaren: welcome home ynuser

user12: wishing y/n nothing but the best. everyone should watch indy car it’s going to be so much fun with her this season!!!

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ynuser: its been a while. back to remind you that the indy car season starts this weekend in st. pete 🤍

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user2: she’s back!! i missed you y/n

patriciooward: let’s go teammate

ynuser: my teammate and mi hermano 🧡

maxverstappen1: can’t wait to watch you this weekend

ynuser: i miss you so dearly. can’t wait to see you

user21: omg is max going to st pete?????

user11: cant wait to get into indy car this season

landonorris: where are my pic creds

ynuser: thanks for the ocean pics!

landonorris: 🙄🙄 you’re welcome

user7: they’re together!?? he took the pic in the second slide???? omg

elbaoward: my babieeeessssssss

ynuser: my lovey 😘

arrowmclaren: our favorite papaya girly 🧡

ynuser: 🤍🧡🤍🧡

user13: y/n crumbs!!! i’ve been waiting for this

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arrowmclaren: an incredible first weekend back in st. petersburg! p1 for our girl y/n with a great result from pato and nolan.

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elbaoward: i am so proud

patriciooward: me too

ynuser: don’t make me cry more 🥹

user19: my favorite sibling (not really) trio

user2: i’ve never cried so much watching a race in my life. i am so proud of y/n

ynuser: an incredible weekend. thank you for believing in me 🧡

arrowmclaren: we are so proud of you y/n

user44: see this is how you treat your drivers redbullracing

landonorris: incredible work ynuser

ynuser: thank you my muppet 🤍

user18: this season is going to be the best season for us i just know it

maxverstappen1: that’s my girl

ynuser: my bestie 🥹🥹

user22: i’m so glad y/n is here in indy car

user43: y/n and mclaren championships incoming

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f1gossip: lando norris and max verstappen have been spotted at the st. petersburg indy car grand prix to show their support of ex-f1 driver, y/n y/l/n, as she makes her debut. it’s been rumored for months that lando and y/n are more than just friends and after y/n’s p1 finish it’s all but confirmed. following the race, y/n got out of her car and ran directly into lando’s arms giving him a rather passionate kiss

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user2: best news i’ve seen all day

user20: them flying out to florida to be there for y/n days before they have to be in australia is so dear to me

user33: they are two of the best friends anyone could ask for

user32: indy car is the perfect home for y/n

user67: the love those two have for y/n speaks volumes about her as a person

user21: i’m so proud of her 🥹😭

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ynuser: i can’t describe how incredible these first few races with arrow mclaren have been. in these first 5 races, i haven’t placed outside of the podium and i can’t even begin to explain how proud i am of myself and of this incredible team. thank you to everyone who has cheered me on through the ups and downs - i love you all. next up, the indy 500. (p.s. yes that is lando)

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user2: she found her home 🧡

maxverstappen1: you are a superstar ynuser

ynuser: that’s you max

user89: the most impressive career turn around i’ve ever seen

landonorris: proud of you my love

ynuser: thank you 2025 wdc

landonorris: don’t jinx me

ynuser: i wouldn’t dare

user2: she can say these things now that she’s not on rbr lfg

patriciooward: you’re making me look bad (jk i adore you and want nothing but success for you)

ynuser: impossible to make you look bad when you’re one of the most talented drivers out there 🤍

user99: landoy/n supremacy! him making time to see her race is everything!!!

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[toothfa-1-ry]

CHICKS DIG BAD GUYS

choi su-bong/thanos x ex gf!reader

"Fuck me" you whisper under your breath with obvious annoyance as you spot the familiar shade of purple approaching you, cursing yourself for having such bad luck

The tall boy's grin seemed to widen even more upon hearing your remark

"Gladly" he gleamed with obvious delight which caused your frown to deepen

"Hey boss, you know her?" no. 124, you quickly note his number, says to the boy who stood infront of you

"Hey! Hey! shut up man" su bong, as you know him as rather than his weird nickname thanos, frowns at his team mate (which in your point of view seemed more like his lackey)

Su bong in turn, whips his head towards you with an excess amount of glee in his face to your dismay

"Senorita!" He leans to you "I'm sure you missed me"

"Su Bong-" an irritated expression plants your face which your ex boyfriend quickly recognized as the face you made before you began scolding him

"Hey Hey hey!" He shouts with enthusiasm which causes you to groan much to his enjoyment "It's thanos not su bong. Cmon, you know that baby"

The familiar nickname he called you made you feel like gagging. No one had called you by that awfully cringe nickname ever since you broke up with him when he used up your savings to invest in crypto currency without your knowledge

"What the hell are you doing here?" You ask him as you fold your arms, taking a step back to create some distance between you and your ex boyfriend

"For the same reason you are" su bong takes an immediate step towards you when he sees what you were trying to do

You open your mouth to retaliate, shout, or even scream but su bong beats you to it with widened eyes

"Don't you think it's fate?" He says as he walks behind you, grabbing you by your shoulders while he leans towards your face

"What the hell are you on" you knitted your brows "are you on some kind of drug-"

"I mean" he laughs loudly, causing other people to turn and stare "It's has to be fate or some kinda shit right?"

"Get of your high ass su bong and speak properl-"

He cuts you off again, this time placing his finger in your lips

"thanos. It's thanos baby, you know that" his voice low, if it were anyone else they would have taken it as a threat but instead you just brush his hand away from you, glaring at him

"Whatever, you and your shitty nickname. Just say what you want to and get lost"

Su bong gives as exaggerated sigh "do I really have to spell it for you? You always did like to play hard to get didnt you"

You felt like slapping that cheeky grin away from his face

"All im saying is that it's fate baby!!" he nodds his head with giddiness while punching the air with both his arms

"even the universe wants us to get back together. Why else do you think we would both coincidentally end up meeting eachother in this place?!" He spoke rapidly, fast, almost as if he was rapping

You immediately scoff, which caused his smile to drop in an instead

"Get lost loser" you turn away "Don't you dare talk to me again, i don't talk to bad people like you"

"Hey!" su bong attempts to grab your hand but you flipp him off, showing your middle finger as you walk away from him.

₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊

Nam gyu stood awkwardly next to thanos as he watched the rapper get flipped off, trying to decid on how he should respond in order to make thanos happy

"I guess even winners have to lose some right?"

He recieves a resounding thud in the head by the frowning rapper

"didn't you even pay attention to what they said?!" Thanos shouted with offence

Nam gyu massaged his head with an dumbfounded expression "i dunno boss, that kinda sounded like a rejection to me.."

"You idiot! Wanna get hit again?"

Nam gyu immediately staggered a few steps away from thanos, covering his head with his arms

Thanos took a deep breath, placing his hands in his hips, taking an assertive stance as he laughed. Very loudly.

"She called me a bad person" thanos said in a tone that seemed a bit too optimistic.

Nam gyu couldn't help thinking, isn't being called a bad person a obvious insult?

Thanos quickly noticed his lackeys expression which made his scowl "you really don't understand women do you?"

Nam gyu shook his head fervently as Thanos wore a proud look on his face, his fingers on his temples as he shook his head

"Chicks dig bad guys" he says with cockiness in his voice

"So?"

"So? You asking me So?! Don't you get it!?!" Thanos loops his hand around his lackey as he jumped up and down,

He grinned from ear to ear as he shouted at the top of his voice impulsively

"Holy shit! she still wants me so bad!"

[tarantulasagna]

The Sea-Wolf

Scene: The Ocean, 1942. Somewhere off the coast of Norway. We see a bright full moon over the fjords. The view travels down to the surface of the sea. The calm water is broken by a periscope- our first sight of the HMS TREBUCHET, a T-Class submarine. The name is seen on the bow as the view swings around the vessel, and in to the interior, where we see CAPTAIN HARRY MCHOWL operating the periscope. There is currently nothing about him to indicate that he is a WEREWOLF, aside from the fact that he is enormous, and Scottish.

Cpt. McHowl completes his rotation, and relaxes a little.

LIEUTENANT HORROCKS (Offscreen)

All quiet tonight, sir?

The two men are a stark visual contrast. Horrocks is every inch the English public school boy rolled through Dartmouth and into a uniform, tall, though not quite as tall as McHowl, and of slender build. He oozes an easy confidence. McHowl is a hulk of a man, having to duck under equipment and doorways, and with muscles to match. Having completed a sweep of the sea, he is now more relaxed.

Cpt. McHowl

No sign of anything.

He glances over at the sonar readout, where a RATING is monitoring the output with a screen and a pair of headphones.

Cpt. McHowl

No sound either. And with a bright full moon, they're not likely to slip by us.

Lt. Horrocks

I say, can you actually see the moon from here through that?

Cpt. McHowl

(Laughs) No, not with this. What, forgetting your tide charts?

Lt. Horrocks

(Light chuckle) No sir, just the sight of the moon. Don't you miss it?

Cpt. McHowl

The moon? Never given it much though, lieutenant.

There is quiet for a moment, as they check various instruments, and operate various controls, clearly operating as a well-practiced team. Eventually McHowl loses an internal battle with his curiosity and asks:

Cpt. McHowl

Why the moon? Sun, fresh air, good food… of all the things to miss, why the moon?

Lt. Horrocks checks how close the ratings are, and drops his voice a little.

Lt. Horrocks

(Light chuckle) Well sir… nothing like a nice romantic full moon to get a young lady in the mood, is there?

Cpt. McHowl supresses a flash of irritation, and gives a wry smile instead.

Cpt. McHowl

I'll have to take your word for that, Lieutenant.

Lt. Horrocks

(Surprised) Really? But surely you've… ah… I mean… sir.

He trails off in the face of a hard look from McHowl.

Cpt. McHowl

I suppose I've just never been a romantic, lieutenant.

Cpt. McHowl checks his watch.

Cpt. McHowl

Right, I'll be back in 6 hours. You have the watch, lieutenant.

Lt. Horrocks

Thank you sir. (Salutes, then holds out a hand) Very generous of you.

McHowl rolls his eyes and gives a short laugh.

Cpt. McHowl

Let's hope it stays quiet, Horrocks. It'll give you time to think of a second joke.

Captain McHowl moves through the submarine, exchanging rank-appropriate pleasantries with crew. We see that he is well liked, with people cheered by his presence, and him happily lending his considerable strength to the occasional task as he passes through. We also see how much larger he is than most of the rest of the crew- not abnormally so, but noticeable.

After a little while, he returns to his cabin -which is directly connected to the control room where he started, and he has clearly taken this little jaunt around part of the vessel just to interact with the crew- and enters. There is a beat, before he visibly relaxes, shakes and stretches.

He crosses to a wall by his bunk to where there is a calendar on the wall, next to two photographs of an attractive young woman, one either side. In one she is a WREN uniform, in the other in civilian clothes in the Scottish style popular at the time.

Cpt. McHowl

(Whistful) I'll see you soon, Morag.

He looks at the calendar, where the full moon marker has been circled. He checks his watch, and a chart pinned to the other side of the calendar with moonrise and set times.

Cpt McHowl

Hm, they'd be mad to try anything tonight.

He crosses out the square for the day, sets an alarm clock for 4 hours time, and settles down with a book of Highland folklore.

The view pulls out from his cabin to the sea, the HMS Trebuchet cutting through the water, and up to the bright full moon.

Pan down again to a Type 39 Torpedo Boat. Zoom in to the Captain's captain

Scene: Captain's cabin, interior. A small room of utilitarian design, sparsely decorated with a few political posters. The COMMANDANT (if that's the right rank) sits at his desk, examining an object (out of shot or blocked from view) and making some notes.

There is a knock at the door.

Commandant

Enter

Enter an ENSIGN

Ensign

Heil Hitler! (Salutes enthusiastically)

Commandant

Heil Hitler. (Salutes perfunctorily) What news?

Ensign

Rendezvous with the convoy in an hour sir. Maintaining radio silence.

Commandant

Good. That damned Sea-Wolf is out there somewhere. Best he doesn't find us.

Ensign

You mean the Trebuchet?

Commandant

I do… More shipping lost to them than any other submarine that we know of. But with this-

He waves the object at the Ensign; it is a steel plate coated with a complex layer of perforated rubber

Commandant

-We might turn the tide.

Ensign

What is it sir?

Commandant

An anechoic tile. Greatly reduces sonar and audio signature. Developed for submarines, primarily, but through some connections, we are now the test ship for a surface version.

Ensign

So we're invisible?

Commandant

Ha! I wish. No, we can still be seen, and heard, but harder to detect and target. If we can at least force them to stay periscope down, we should be very hard to hit. If they surface, we have them at our mercy.

Ensign

Sounds like we could do with some more ships like this.

Commandant

We could… care to guess what's on the cargo ship we’re on our way to meet?

Ensign (confused)

You can't fit a destroyer on a single steamer…

The commandant rolls his eyes

Commandant

The plates! Enough to refit half the fleet at Trondheim. We'll have the North Sea to ourselves in a matter of months, and with the technology proven…

He gestures at a map to encompass the whole ocean.

Ensign

A brilliant plan sir.

The ensign hesitates for a moment, then decides to say nothing- but the Commandant has noticed.

Commandant

There is something you wish to say?

Ensign

No… well, it just seems a little odd, sir. Why test it like this, and ship it up to us, rather than refit the fleet at Kiel and then try and secure the channel?

Commandant

Are you suggesting that this decision is less to do with strategic planning, and more to do with my niece being a member of Hitler's tennis club?

Ensign

I… what? No, sir!

Commandant

(Laughs) Relax! I'm joking, Ensign. They're testing some different designs. We're the second batch- more experimental. And I don't have a niece at Hitler's tennis club. Right, dismissed. Tell me when the convoy is in sight.

Ensign

Yes sir. Heil Hitler! (salutes, as before)

Commandant

Heil Hitler (combines a salute with a wave of dismissal)

He waits for Ensign to leave, then leans back in his chair.

Commandant (to himself)

Niece at Hitler's tennis club… Ha! It's a nephew who works for Goering's dressmaker.

He gets up, and walks to the window. He lights his pipe as he goes, opening the window once it is lit and smoking well.

Commandant

Alright, Englishman. I know you're out there somewhere… and I have had enough of you harrying my flock. Well, tonight the shepherds have new tools. Let us see you escape this time.

The wind whips the smoke from his pipe and out toward the sea. He shivers, slightly, but tightens his coat rather than retreat inside- until a second gust drives him back in, as it starts to whip around the papers on his desk, and he is forced to close the windows and head in to tidy up.

The scene returns to the HMS Trebuchet. Captain McHowl is finishing a light breakfast of poached eggs on toast in his cabin, while reading a letter. He is interrupted by knock on his door.

Cpt. Mc. Howl

Enter.

The door is opened by a RATING.

Rating

(Salutes) Ships sighted, sir. Looks like a German cargo ship and escort.

Cpt McHowl

Alright. Maintain distance, sweep for other forces on instruments. I'll be there in a moment.

The Rating salutes, and withdraws, closing the door behind him. Capt. McHowl carefully refolds the letter, returns it to an envelope, and tucks it back behind the picture of Morag in uniform. He glances at the door, and then at his unfinished breakfast. After a beat, he succumbs to impulse, turns round, grabs the plate and tips the remaining food down his throat in one go, drops the plate back on his desk, grabs his hat off the back of the door, and heads out, buttoning up his uniform as he goes.

Cut to the command room, where Lt Horrocks is in command, surrounded by other officers and sailors. He is hovering behind the two operating the periscope and the ASDIC. He turns and salutes as the captain enters.

Lt Horrocks

One cargo ship, two escort ships, formation bearing 30 west, mile and a half away

OFFICER

Intercept course plotted, sir.

He hands a sheet of paper and an Is-Was to Lt Horrocks.

Lt Horrocks

Thank you, Smethwick

He reads it, then passes it to McHowl

Lt Horrocks

Looks good to me. Permission to engage?

McHowl makes a show of studying the plan and thinking about it.

McHowl

Hmm... If we had more torpedoes left after that last attack... If we engage, we'll need to make it count. It'll spoil our streak if we don't get this one. (he switches from thoughtful to commanding in an instant) Bring us 5,000 yards off their course by the shortest route, then go deep and silent with torpedoes ready to attack at 2,000 yards. Let them come to us, then we'll slip in behind the first escort. Play it safe tonight, stay off the surface, one full salvo from dive and head home for resupply.

Lt Horrocks

We've still got the extra 2 torpedoes in the external aft tubes.

McHowl

I hope you're not suggesting that we sit around on the surface moving them to the front while in sight of a target?

Lt Horrocks

Well, no… but it's a second salvo if we need it.

McHowl

I'll bear that in mind, lieutenant.

Horrocks looks a little disappointed at the plan, but pleased that his suggestions is appreciated- completely failing to pick up on the fact that McHowl is just being polite. He salutes and starts giving relevant orders (down periscope, 60 degrees to port, ahead flank, etc.) McHowl observes all of this, checking his watch with a careful nonchalance, and a flicker of concern crosses his face as he sees there are still 4 hours to go before moonset. The worry passes, and he returns to a state of calm focus, preparing for the imminent ambush.

The submarine manoeuvres to position, and the crew wait in tense silence, periscope down, passive sensors only. McHowl keeps time with his pocket watch, while Horrocks watches the readout on the instruments, the sound audible to the audience. They all speak in hushed voices.

Lt Horrocks

First ship should be coming in range any minute now.

Capt. McHowl nods, but says nothing.

There is a long, tense pause.

Lt Horrocks

Come on... Where are you?

The sound coming through on the sensors increases in volume

OPERATOR

Should be in range now

A ripple of excitement runs through the command room.

Capt McHowl

Sonar.

A second operator switches on the sonar, and the immediately get a return.

SONAR OPERATOR

Ship detected, bearing 30 degrees starboard, 1700 yards.

Capt. McHowl

(focused) Right. The target should be behind by about-

Operator

Second signal detected

The ripple around the room is consternation, this time. Capt. McHowl raises the combat periscope and scans the horizon.

Capt. McHowl

They've closed formation. Target ship is slipping behind the first escort.

A ripple of frustration, etc.

Lt Horrocks

Can we pull round and get them from behind?

Captain McHowl is visibly torn, weighing risks and opportunities.

Capt. McHowl

If they know we're here, it'll be suicidal. Where's the second escort?

Operator

Nothing on sonar

Capt. McHowl

Periscope depth, slowly!

He returns to the periscope as they rise, tense music in the background.

Operator

At depth, sir.

McHowl raises the periscope and swivels to the right direction

Capt. McHowl

They've fallen back... No, they've turned back!

Lt Horrocks

Turned back?

Capt. McHowl

First one is dropping back more...

Lt Horrocks

One having to go back for some reason, the other closing distance for a closer guard?

Capt. McHowl

Could be... Could be a trap. And this isn't the night for a risk...

Lt Horrocks

Pardon?

Capt. McHowl

(realising he's let something slip) Slow ahead. Let's not miss an opportunity if we get one...

The crew are diverted by the call to action, but Horrocks retains an air of suspicion, having noticed the captain is trying to hide something.

The submarine advances, slowly, quietly, the crew operating with a collective furtive energy. Scenes of torpedoes being prepared and loaded, repair equipment being made ready, etc. Capt. McHowl remains at the periscope.

McHowl

Lead ship turning toward us! Full stop, go silent!

Silence descends on the submarine and all activity comes to a halt, dark, tense, the crew holding their breath.

We see two crewmen who have been left holding a torpedo that they were in the midst of loading when the silence order was given. They try to communicate silently how to put it down, but with their arms full of torpedo, can only mouth words and gesture with their heads. One moves to try and load it, the other is slow, and they narrowly avoid dropping it; after some more head shaking and nodding, they try again, this time roles reversed, the second one trying to push it forward, the first trying to lower it. Eventually they co-ordinate just putting it down, but slip at the last moment, dropping it to the deck with a clang. Not hugely loud, but enough that it echoes through the silent submarine quite noticeably.

Horrocks

(Whispered) Shit

McHowl

Shh!

They wait. Then;

McHowl

They're still turning!

Horrocks

What?

McHowl

They're turning back as well… They still don't know we're here…

Horrocks

Then let's hit them now!

McHowl

Why would both escorts turn back? Something isn't right here…

He pans the periscope in a roughly 50 degree arc.

Horrocks (checking instrument)

No signals on sonar or hydrophone. Maybe a rendezvous failed to arrive?

McHowl

Or is arriving any minute now…

Horrocks

Then let's hit them both while we have the chance and get out of here!

McHowl checks his watch again… and decides

McHowl

Attack speed, full salvo at 1300 yards, target the cargo ship as a priority, lead corvette as a secondary

The sub bursts in to life, engines hum back in to action (running on electric power while submerged at periscope depth? Or would they surface, close, dive, and fire? Scout around for someone who knows about submarine warfare on Reddit, or somewhere. Maybe an excuse to talk to some nautical people at work), and the HMS Trebuchet surges towards the ships.

We briefly see the oncoming sub from their perspective, panic arising as they start taking defensive action.

Shots fall in the water near the Trebuchet, but not enough to cause damage. Depth charges are launched but they fall short. The Trebuchet lines itself up, and fires a full salvo of 6 torpedoes. They streak through the water towards the two German ships, catching the cargo ship with several, and the escort with two.

McHowl

Turn us round and let's get out of here! And get those last 3 torpedoes loaded in case we run in to something on the way home.

More frantic activity as the sub turns. McHowl walks in a small circle to keep the periscope facing back toward their targets.

McHowl

Other escort returning… aft tubes stand ready. Whether they chase us, or head to the others, we'd best be ready…

They continue their retreat at full submerged speed, periscope down, watching the readings on the ASDIC. Cut between action shots on the submarine, and on the two hit German ships to speed through the passage of time.

McHowl

Stand ready to target as soon as they're close enough for a good salvo

Horrocks nods, and moves to stand next to the ASDIC station, while McHowl monitors various other stations and activity.

Horrocks

Target at 1800 yards, sir!

McHowl

Good enough!

He raises the periscope for final targeting, takes a bearing and performs a calculation with an Is-Was

McHowl

Gyro 10 degrees starboard, 15 degree spread. Fire!

We see the action as the torpedoes are loaded and launched, and follow them as they streak through the water. About 3/4 of the way there, we see the prow of the 4th ship emerge from behind the stricken cargo ship.

McHowl

There's a 4th ship! There's a 4th damn ship!

Horrocks stares at the ASDIC, exchange looks with the operator who shakes his head and shrugs.

Horrocks

Where, sir? There's nothing on instruments!

McHowl

What do you mean there's nothing…

He trails off, seeing from the readout that they are correct

McHowl

(Growled) Then what the hell am I seeing out there?

He drags Horrocks over to the scope.

Horrocks

I don't… I don't see…

McHowl

Just rounding the bow of the cargo ship! They've been hidden behind her from this angle.

Horrocks

I'm sorry sir, I don't... Ah! There! Looks like they're heading straight for us. still don't… Ah! There! Found them!

McHowl

Damn... Can't outrun them submerged, won't get away surfaced... get us turned round!

Horrocks

How did they creep up on us?

McHowl

Masked by the sound of the other ships, I'll bet. Especially at that range.

Horrocks

What if it's some new stealth... Thing?

McHowl

(Grunts, pauses, thinking)

We'll soon see. (giving orders) Dive and drop to half speed. Keep watch for them on all instruments. As soon as we have them, surface enough for a salvo, then dive again.

He continues tracking the oncoming ship as they submerge until they pass per, performing more calculations with the Is-Was and a slide rule.

McHowl

20 minutes till they're in sonar range. Keep up passive listening in the meantime

The 20 minutes pass (accelerated, cutting between shots of preparations, repairing minor damage from the earlier) fight, and tense waiting. Tense background music throughout.

McHowl

Come on... Where are they?

Horrocks

Nothing on sonar yet... Have they turned back?

McHowl

No... With us that close? Maybe they're tacking in from a different angle...

He checks his course calculations from earlier.

McHowl

20 degrees to starboard.

The order is executed, indicated by sound and action in the background.

Horrocks

(looking at McHowls notes) Ah... Take us off the line of pursuit. What if they come in from that side?

McHowl

They'd have to be damn fast to cut round that way. No, if they're not here already, they must have -

He is interrupted by the boom of a depth charge rocking the submarine, albeit at a distance.

McHowl

Here already it is. Why the hell aren't they on the sonar!?

Operator

I don't know sir, all other returns normal!

McHowl

Damn thing must be damaged…

Horrocks goes to speak but is interrupted:

McHowl

Yes, or it’s some new stealth thing, thank you Horrocks. Dive as deep as you can, and go silent!

The bridge bursts into action

Horrocks

You think we can hide from them?

McHowl

I think we've got a better chance of that than fighting them on the surface. 3 torpedos and the deck guns against a Destroyer? Not impossible, but easier if we can catch them off guard.

Horrocks

Doesn't that make now our best chance? Take them by surprise?

McHowl considers for a moment.

McHowl

No... If they think we're still running, they might go past. Then we'll have them. If not... Well, that ends the same either way.

Horrocks

I'd... I'd rather go out fighting up top than hiding down here, if it's all the same to you, sir.

McHowl

Let's see to it that it doesn't come to either.

They all fall silent as the sub reaches maximum depth. McHowl checks his watch: still 2 hours to moonset (go back and adjust times in editing).

Various different booms at distance, steadily growing closer. Superficial damage, if any. Eventually one hits close enough, and substantial leaks begin, primarily in the upper hull.

Horrocks

Sir, we need to surface!

McHowl

(growl of frustration)

Surface! Ready to fire as soon as we see them!

He eyes an exit hatch.

McHowl

When we surface, I'm going to give you command and head up to operate the deck gun... Or find some other way to end this.

Horrocks

Sir, that's-

McHowl

Listen. I'm going up alone and it is essential that you do not follow me, you don't send anyone else to follow me, and you don't open the hatches for 2 hours. Or better yet, till dawn.

Horrocks

Sir... Harry, what are you talking about?

McHowl

Just do as I say! You wouldn't disobey my last order, would you?

Horrocks

But... Sir...

McHowl

No arguing! Get on that periscope and find that ship.

Horrocks

(confused, and torn with conflicting emotions)... Aye sir.

Horrocks salutes, grabs raises the periscope and starts scanning for the ship.

Horrocks

Target sighted, 12 degrees starboard... About 200m away!

A ripple of dismay; too close for torpedos. McHowl explodes in to action, up the ladder, out the hatch, on to the freshly surfaced deck, slamming the hatch shut behind him, despite the protests of the crew that can be heard behind hime, locking it just as the transformation begins. His limbs extend, fur bursts from his body, along with huge muscles, claws and teeth. His hat remains wedged between his ears. A light sweeps across him, then pauses and returns. He howls and leaps forward in to the sea, swimming toward the German ship.

He rapidly reaches the side, scales the gunwhales, and the shot pans up to the moon as the screaming begins.

Dawn the following morning. Horrocks opens the hatch and climbs on to the top of the submarine, followed by a couple of ratings, one of whom carries a tightly rolled white flag. He is carefully not waving it, but is poised to do so at the first sign of trouble. Nothing happens.

Horrocks

(cautiously) Ahoy?

No response.

In the absence of small boats, they carefully manoeuvre the submarine along side the eerily silent ship.

The party climbs aboard, lead by Horrocks, to find scenes of utter devastation, wrecked doorways and gun emplacements, and a lot of dead kriegsmarines.

Eventually they find McHowl fast asleep on the bridge, his hat on the floor under his head, otherwise naked, covered in blood, and clutching a chunk of bone (possibly a spine) in both hands and his teeth.

Horrocks

What the hell...?

Similar muttering and concern from the rest of the crew.

Horrocks

Grab blankets, get him back to his cabin. Round up a relief crew, take control of this ship, and let's get going.

RATING

But... Sir... What is he?

Horrocks

... He's our captain.

A flurry of activity as they take command of the now de-crewed ship, and get the still-comatose captain back to his cabin, carried by Horrocks. They reach the cabin

Horrocks

I've got him, I've got him.

He carries the captain in to his cabin alone (struggling), and lays him down on the bunk.

He turns to leave, and sees the various moon charts on the wall.

Horrocks

What the devil...

He sifts through the dates and times.

Horrocks

Full moon last night...

Horrocks turns to stare at the captain.

Horrocks

What are you?

He begins leaving the room

Horrocks

(to himself) and what the hell am I going to report about this?

[jzprncess]

radio check, babe

Pairing: Lando Norris x Y/N reader

oneshot

Word count: 2,853

Summary : Y/N L/N, a decorated Air Force pilot and certified badass, has been juggling fighter jets and a long-distance relationship with McLaren’s golden boy, Lando Norris. After months away on deployment—and being totally MIA from the F1 paddock—she’s finally back just in time for the season finale in Abu Dhabi. But Y/N isn’t about to make a quiet comeback. With Lando chasing victory and McLaren on the verge of clinching the Constructors' Championship, she plans the ultimate surprise. During the final lap, her voice cuts through the team radio, reminding Lando she’s always been in his corner. Cue the waterworks, the feels, and an epic reunion that’s part racing history, part love story.

Note: i kinda had inspiration for this one and its also good that i at least dropped something with lando after saying i was going to and then scrap the whole thing lol. this was a request!

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The jet engines were still buzzing in her ears as Y/N stepped off the plane, her duffel bag casually thrown over her shoulder. After months of being deployed, the hot desert air in Abu Dhabi hit her like a wave of nostalgia. She’d flown all over the world in her Air Force career, but this time felt different. She wasn’t just another pilot on a mission—she was back, or at least as close as she could get without being wrapped up in Lando’s arms.

Her fingers gripped the strap of her bag a little tighter as she walked through the airport, shades on to hide from the curious stares around her. The last time she was in Abu Dhabi, it was to cheer Lando on, to laugh at pit stop fails and celebrate team wins with him. But now? She wasn’t a WAG on the sidelines anymore. She was someone who’d spent way too many nights staring at the stars, hoping Lando was looking up at the same sky.

McLaren had kept her surprise on the down low, helping her set up the ultimate "gotcha" moment. The plan was simple but meaningful: wait for the right time on Sunday to make her presence known. It’d be just one voice on the radio, but she hoped it’d be enough to remind Lando of how much she believed in him, loved him, and was so proud of him.

The world saw him as F1’s next big thing, but to her, he was still the guy who let her braid his hair for fun, the one who sent her sunset pics when they were apart, and the dude who always told her he loved her, even when things were tough.

As she pulled up to the hotel, the reality of actually seeing him hit hard. She wasn’t just about to surprise her boyfriend—she was walking back into a world that had missed her as much as she’d missed it. But for now? She needed to stay focused. Lando had no idea she was even in Abu Dhabi, and she was gonna keep it that way until race day.

Y/N checked into her hotel room and tossed her duffel bag on the bed, her heart racing as she unpacked the essentials. There was still time before the race weekend, but every moment felt like it was slipping through her fingers. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she pulled it out, half-expecting a message from Lando. But instead, it was a text from McLaren’s PR team, confirming all the last-minute details of her plan.

She couldn’t help but smile, knowing she was about to pull off something that would be talked about for years.

Her fingers hovered over the screen as she typed a quick reply, making sure everything was set for race day. There was no going back now—she was in Abu Dhabi, and she was going to make sure Lando never forgot this moment.

The next few days blurred into a whirlwind of meetings, press events, and quiet moments spent reflecting on what she was about to do. She was used to the adrenaline of fighter jets, the precise timing of military operations, but nothing compared to the quiet anxiety that settled in her chest every time she thought about race day.

When Sunday finally arrived, Y/N was up before dawn, dressed in a black hoodie and jeans, trying to stay as low-key as possible. The McLaren team had kept her out of sight—no one could know she was here until the moment was right. She walked into the paddock with purpose, her sunglasses hiding her face as she weaved through the busy atmosphere. It felt strange to be back. This world, so familiar, yet so different now.

By the time the race started, her nerves were a distant memory. Lando had been doing what he did best all weekend—smashing lap times, staying focused, and keeping his eye on the prize. McLaren was on the verge of clinching the Constructors' Championship, and Lando’s drive was relentless. She couldn’t help but watch him on the track, her heart swelling with pride. He was so close.

And then came the final lap.

Y/N stood behind the curtain, the crowd’s roar fading as her heart pounded in her chest. She could hear the comms chatter, the calm voices of the team, but it was the moment she’d been waiting for.

"Alright, Lando, last lap, mate," the engineer’s voice crackled over the radio.

And then, just as Lando approached the final sector, Y/N’s voice—quiet but unmistakable—cut through the static.

“Hey, Lando… just wanted to remind you—I’ve always got your six.”

A beat of silence, then a stunned pause from the team. Y/N held her breath, praying he would hear her. And then, she heard it.

"Lando? Did you—? Wait, is that Y/N?"

It was his voice, full of disbelief, followed by a soft, emotional chuckle that made her knees weak.

She smiled to herself, knowing the surprise had landed.

"Focus, mate!" the engineer quickly snapped, but it was clear that the moment had shifted. The tension on the radio had softened, and for a moment, it felt like time had stopped.

Lando was racing for victory, the team was on the edge of a championship, but in that one instant, it was just the two of them, connected by words, by love, by everything they had been through together.

With the finish line in sight, Y/N knew the moment was almost here. She turned to the screen, As the checkered flag waved, Lando crossed the finish line, securing McLaren’s first Constructors' Championship in years. The crowd erupted in applause, the sound of a distant hum in Y/N's ears as she stood frozen for a split second. Her eyes never left the screen, watching Lando’s car coast to a stop, his victory becoming real in that very moment.

Her heart raced, adrenaline coursing through her veins. It wasn’t just a win for McLaren—it was a win for him. For them.

She could hear the team celebrating on the radio, but it wasn’t until the team principal’s voice came through that she snapped back into reality.

"Congratulations, Lando," he said, his tone warm but professional. "And... Y/N, welcome home."

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. The team had kept her arrival a secret, but now that Lando knew she was there, she felt the weight of that moment. Lando’s voice crackled through the comms once more, but it was different now—full of emotion, disbelief, and something else she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

"Y/N, wait, you—are you really here?" Lando asked, his voice cracking slightly, a mix of shock and relief.

She could hear the sound of his heartbeat in his words, the rush of everything he was feeling in the moment. The realization that they had both made it through the distance, the loneliness, and the uncertainties. That they were finally here, together again.

Y/N took a deep breath, feeling the world shift around her as she stepped forward, her voice steady but filled with love.

"Yeah, I’m here. I’ve got your six, always. I’m so proud of you, Babe."

There was a long pause before she heard him again, softer this time, as if trying to process everything at once. "You’re killing me, you know that? You—always—know how to make this moment so much better."

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but she quickly wiped them away, her focus on what was coming next. The sound of the celebration in the background started to feel distant as she pushed forward, walking through the corridors of the paddock, heading toward the podium where Lando was waiting.

This wasn’t just about a race win. It was about them. It was about every sleepless night, every text and call, every moment of longing and hope. It was about finding each other again in the chaos of their separate worlds, and now, here they were. Standing on the precipice of a future that was just beginning to unfold.

And as she finally walked out into the paddock, the sight of Lando waiting for her, a grin plastered across his face, was all she needed. The noise of the crowd, the chaos of the celebrations, all of it faded into the background as she locked eyes with him. In that moment, nothing else existed but him, standing there, looking at her like she was the only thing that mattered.

Lando’s grin softened into something more intimate as he closed the distance between them. His eyes were filled with emotion—surprise, relief, joy—and there was a rawness in his expression that made her heart ache.

Without saying a word, he pulled her into a tight hug, lifting her off her feet as if he couldn’t believe she was really there. Y/N laughed softly, wrapping her arms around him, the warmth of his embrace feeling like the home she’d been craving for months. His scent, the familiarity of his touch, it all felt like the missing piece she hadn’t even realized she was searching for.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” Lando muttered against her hair, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve been thinking about you every damn day, and now... this? This is unreal.”

Y/N pulled back slightly, her hands gently cupping his face as she looked up at him, her heart in her throat. “I’ve always been here, Lando. Always. Even when we were apart, I was right there with you. You know that, right?”

His hands came to rest on her waist, and he nodded, his forehead resting against hers for a moment as they shared the quiet intimacy of the moment. The rest of the world could wait. Right now, it was just the two of them.

“I know,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “And I felt it. Every second. It’s been the hardest thing, being away from you... but this”—he gestured around to the celebrations, the team, the whole paddock—“this doesn’t even compare to how much I needed you here with me.”

Y/N smiled softly, her thumb tracing the outline of his lips, the weight of his words sinking in. She could feel the emotions bubbling up again, tears threatening to spill, but she held them back. This wasn’t the time for tears—it was a time for celebration, for love, for them.

“You’re my champion, Lan,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the distant sounds of victory. “And I’m so damn proud of you.”

His eyes shone with a mixture of gratitude and something deeper—something that made her chest tighten. Lando reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, his touch gentle, reverent, like he was afraid she might disappear if he wasn’t careful.

“You have no idea how much that means,” he said, his voice steady but filled with so much love that it nearly took her breath away. “I wouldn’t be here without you. You’ve always had my back, and now... we get to share this.”

Y/N laughed softly, her heart swelling with a love so intense it almost felt like a dream. “We’ve got a lot more to share, Lovebug.”

He leaned in then, closing the small gap between them, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was soft at first, a moment of quiet connection. But then, the kiss deepened, filled with everything they had missed—the longing, the passion, the promise of a future finally shared. The sound of cheers in the background faded into nothingness as they stood there, wrapped up in each other, the world outside their little bubble irrelevant.

When they finally pulled away, breathless and smiling, Lando gave her a playful look. “So, uh... you want to join me for the podium celebration? I think there’s a spot for you next to me.”

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “I think the podium got enough glory for one person today, don’t you think?”

Lando grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Guess we’ll have to share it, then.”

They made their way through the paddock, hand in hand, a quiet smile shared between them as they entered the chaos of the victory celebration. The team was already gathered around, clapping and cheering, and as they stepped onto the podium together, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride for everything Lando had achieved. This wasn’t just his moment—it was theirs.

Lando leaned in, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, “You’ve got me through the toughest parts, Y/N. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Her heart swelled at his words, but she only smiled, squeezing his hand in response. “You’ll never have to find out.”

As the national anthem played and the champagne sprayed, Y/N stood beside him, feeling like the luckiest person in the world. She had come into this paddock as an outsider, but now, she was part of something bigger—a team, a family, and a love that had been tested but never broken.

When it was time for photos, Lando pulled her close, his arm wrapping around her waist as they posed together, his grin infectious as they both reveled in the moment. The photographers snapped away, capturing their smiles, their joy, and the unspoken connection between them. In that snapshot of time, nothing else mattered—just the two of them, standing side by side at the top of the world.

Afterward, the celebrations continued, but Y/N found herself lost in the quiet of the moment, content just to be there with him. As they made their way back to the garage, the weight of everything they had shared, everything they had overcome, settled around them like a comforting blanket.

Lando stopped, turning to her with a soft, sincere look. “You’ve made this the best day of my life, Y/N. I love you. Always.”

Y/N smiled, feeling her heart race once more. “I love you too, Lan. And I’ll always be here, cheering you on. No matter what.”

And as they stood there, surrounded by the noise of the team, the flashing lights of cameras, and the cheers of fans, everything felt surreal. The adrenaline from the race, the excitement of the win, the love between them—it all blended together in a whirlwind of emotion.

Y/N glanced at Lando, her heart full as she watched him interact with his team, his joy infectious. But through it all, he kept finding his way back to her, his eyes always coming to rest on hers, a silent promise between them.

The crowd around them grew more animated as the party shifted into full celebration mode, but Y/N and Lando took a step back, out of the limelight for a moment. Just the two of them, standing together in a quiet corner, sharing a peaceful moment amidst the chaos.

“I’m so proud of you,” Y/N said, her voice soft but full of meaning. "You’ve worked so hard for this, Lando. And I couldn’t be happier for you."

Lando smiled, his expression tender as he brushed a strand of hair from her face. “I couldn’t have done it without you. You’re the reason I keep going. You’re the reason I’m here.”

She shook her head, the words feeling too big for her to fully grasp. “No, Hun. You’ve always been incredible. I just... I just made sure you knew you weren’t alone.”

Lando’s gaze softened, and he took her hand, squeezing it gently. “We’re never alone. Not anymore.”

The sounds of the celebration grew distant as Y/N leaned into Lando, resting her head against his shoulder. They stood there for a while, lost in the comfort of each other’s presence, knowing this moment would be something they’d look back on forever.

As the night wore on and the team moved on to the next phase of the celebration, Lando turned to her with a playful grin. “So... what do you say we make our own little victory lap?”

Y/N laughed, her heart lifting as she looked up at him. “I’m all in for that.”

They left the party behind, walking hand in hand under the desert sky. The air was cool now, a stark contrast to the heat of the day, and the stars above twinkled like they were shining just for them.

For the first time in what felt like forever, everything was right. The distance, the time apart—it all felt like it had been leading up to this moment. A new chapter, one where they didn’t just survive the distance but thrived in it. And as they walked into the night together, Y/N knew that the road ahead wouldn’t always be easy, but as long as they were side by side, it would always be worth it.

“Here’s to us,” Lando said, his voice full of promise.

“Here’s to us,” Y/N echoed, squeezing his hand, and in that simple gesture, she knew they had both found exactly what they needed all along.

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[woso-story]

The Weight Of Love And Loss - Last Part

Alexia Putellas x Reader - Part One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight

The weeks after your dinner with Alexia passed in a way that felt both impossibly fast and profoundly significant. What started as sporadic meetups soon became a natural part of your routine again. Lunches, dinners, walks with Mylo—each moment you spent together was layered with the quiet, tentative hope of rebuilding something once lost.

But this time, it was different. There were no unspoken words, no lingering shadows of past pain that hung over your interactions. It felt lighter, freer. Both of you had done the work to heal individually, and now, you were finding your way back to each other with a sense of purpose and clarity you hadn’t had before.

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Lunches were the first tradition to take root.

Alexia would often text you during the day, her messages a mix of playfulness and genuine interest in your day:

“Lunch break soon? There’s a café that does amazing croquetas. My treat?”

“You need a break from the office grind. Let me kidnap you for an hour.”

And each time, you’d meet her at some tucked-away spot she’d discovered. Whether it was a vibrant tapas bar or a quiet courtyard café, the settings always felt intimate, as if the world was just a backdrop to your conversations.

Dinners, on the other hand, carried a weight of their own.

One evening, Alexia had taken you to a small Italian restaurant she’d raved about. The soft glow of candles illuminated her face, and as she leaned across the table to tell you a story about her teammates’ latest antics, you found yourself mesmerized by her all over again.

“You’re not even listening,” she teased, catching you staring.

You blinked, cheeks flushing. “Sorry, you’re just…distracting.”

Her smile in response was enough to make your heart race.

---

Mylo, of course, had become Alexia’s biggest fan.

Every time she showed up at your door, he’d go into a frenzy, barking and wagging his tail so hard it was a wonder he didn’t topple over.

“Okay, okay, I’m here,” Alexia would laugh, crouching to let him jump on her. “Did you miss me, little guy?”

“He likes you more than me,” you’d joke, but deep down, you loved seeing how easily she connected with him.

Your walks often took you through the park, Mylo leading the way as you and Alexia strolled side by side. The conversations ranged from light banter to deeper reflections on life, and with every word, you felt the bond between you grow stronger.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, Alexia turned to you with a soft smile.

“I missed this,” she admitted. “Just…being with you.”

Your heart swelled at her words, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to fully believe that what you were building with her now could be even better than before.

---

Alexia had invited you to one of her matches and you’d agreed without hesitation.

Seeing her back on the pitch after everything she’d been through was nothing short of inspiring. From the moment she stepped onto the field, she was a force of nature—commanding, confident, and utterly in her element.

You watched her with a mix of admiration and pride, clapping and cheering with every move she made. When the final whistle blew and her team secured a victory, you felt a swell of joy that had nothing to do with the game itself.

After the match, Alexia came to find you in the friends and family section. She spotted you immediately, her face breaking into a wide grin. Without a second thought, she hopped over the barrier, landing gracefully on the other side.

“You were amazing,” you told her as she pulled you into a hug.

Her arms lingered around you a moment longer than necessary. “It means so much to have you here,” she said softly.

Later that night, you joined her and her teammates at a bar to celebrate. Though the lively atmosphere wasn’t usually your scene, Alexia made it worth it. The two of you sat together in a corner booth, laughing and talking as if the rest of the world didn’t exist.

When you told her you wanted to head home, Alexia didn’t hesitate to offer to walk you.

---

It was late by the time you reached your building, the city quiet save for the occasional sound of passing cars.

“Do you want to come in for a drink?” you asked, the words tumbling out before you could second-guess yourself.

Alexia nodded. “I’d like that.”

Inside, Mylo greeted you both with his usual excitement, his tail wagging furiously as Alexia knelt to greet him.

“You’re such a good boy,” she cooed, scratching behind his ears.

You grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses, and the two of you settled on the couch. The conversation flowed easily, the wine loosening your inhibitions just enough to let the words come freely.

At some point, the distance between you disappeared. Alexia shifted closer, her arm brushing against yours as she turned to face you.

“I’ve missed this,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve missed you.”

You looked into her eyes, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Then, she leaned in.

The kiss was soft at first, hesitant, as if she were afraid you might pull away. But you didn’t. Instead, you kissed her back, your hands finding their way to her face as the world around you faded away.

When you finally pulled back, Alexia’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes shining with emotion.

“I still love you,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “I know I messed up before, but I want to fix this. I want us to have another chance.”

Her words hung in the air, raw and vulnerable.

You took a deep breath, your heart pounding. “Lex…” You paused, searching for the right words. “I never stopped loving you.”

Her face lit up with a smile, and before you could say anything else, she pulled you into another kiss.

---

That night marked the start of something new. You and Alexia weren’t just picking up where you left off—you were building something stronger, something rooted in the lessons you’d both learned during your time apart.

She became a constant presence in your life again, not just as a partner but as someone who truly understood you in a way no one else ever had.

And as the weeks turned into months, you found yourself falling even deeper in love with her—proof that sometimes, the best things in life are worth fighting for.

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The End.

Oh my gosh, I loved writing this story so much. I hope you enjoyed it too.

Happy New Year, everyone!!

[nmakii]

once upon a dream

— yukimiya’s been dreaming about a mysterious girl for a week and a half now. and, you haven’t been able to sleep. what happens when you finally talk? love at first sight.

stp i wrote this insane in like 7 hours icb this is 3.4k words!!! wtf i dont even like yukki that much 😭 this is j word vomit bro AHHAA

you were familiar with the mortal god known as kenyu yukimiya. he was everything your friends wanted in a boyfriend. he was kind, charismatic, gentlemanly, not to mention extremely handsome.

his status as a teenage model and athlete didn’t help his popularity either. girls were always asking him to hang out (hint: ‘hang out’ means ‘date’), to which he always agreed, even offering to pay for them.

that’s just how he was.

and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t fallen under his siren spell too. not when his charming smile kept luring you closer to your death.

but, you could never pull him! not in a million years. with the status quo as it is, you two are in two different worlds.

at least, that’s what you think.

to yukimiya, you were familiar, perhaps even special. he saw you once in passing while you were leaving your classroom, and he suddenly had a sense of deja vu; it was as if he’s already lived this before. it could always just be nothing. it could just be stress since nationals is coming up soon.

but even so, you still catch his eye. he’s always wanted to talk to you, but he’s had the secret anxiety that you wouldn’t be too interested in talking to him. so, he enjoys the short times he see you pass him in the hallway, or coincidentally pick the lunch table beside his in the cafeteria.

but, he still feels as if there’s more to it than just a friend crush. the way you carry yourself, and the tone of your voice— it all makes him feel a familiar way.

his dreams as of late have revolved around a faceless girl. he can never recall her face after he wakes, but he always awakens with a sense that a part of him is missing.

it’s late in the day, 20 minutes before 6 PM. and, training has just finished. yukimiya catches his breath as he takes off his goggles, switching them out for his everyday glasses.

“…see you, guys!” he bids to the rest of his team, taking his leave with his school bag and training gear in hand.

the walk home is silent. before black spots begin to appear in his vision. ‘damn it…’ he thinks, ‘right now of all times..?’. he internally groans before hurrying his pace, quickly making it home.

he takes off his shoes and calls, “mom! i’m home!”.

his mother hums in acknowledgment and responds, “kenyu, we’re having katsu curry for dinner!” ah, that sounds delicious…

“alright..! i’m gonna go lie down for a bit though. my vision is a bit blurry again…” he comes into the kitchen, greeted with the salivating smell of his mother’s homemade curry.

“dear, if that’s the case, go rest for a while. i’ll save you a portion, alright?” his mother smiles. yukimiya frowns a bit but he nonetheless, obeys. “alright, mom. i’ll just take a nap.”

he sighs as he climbs the stairs up to his bedroom, and flops onto his bed. today was exhausting, he almost immediately falls asleep.

he looks around— he’s back at school. the sun outside looks as if it’s about to set, so classes must be over. but, he’s still in a classroom.

he leans on a desk, while the familiar faceless girl sits on one of the chairs. “…hm… so, blueberries improve your eyesight, huh..?” she hums. he’s not quite sure what got him in this moment, but he nods. “that’s right. they strengthen the blood vessels behind the eyes.”

something about her was ethereal, have it be the delicate way she presents herself, or the way her hair gracefully frames her blurred face. whatever it was, the only thing that could come to mind when he saw her painted orange and pink by the setting sun was, ‘divine’.

“hah, maybe you’d benefit better from chocolate-covered blueberries rather than chocolate-covered strawberries then.” she snickers.

“ahah, i wouldn’t hate that too much… why not?” he shrugs, laughing as well. there’s a scary tension in his shoulders, he feels pretty stiff. he feels pretty nervous— it feels like dread, but at the same time as if he has swallowed a kaleidoscope of butterflies, fluttering their way into his heart.

“really? maybe i’ll get you a box of chocolate-covered blueberries for valentines’ day then!” she innocuously proclaims this, unknown to the fact that yukimiya’s heart gets caught in his throat.

“i..is that so? i guess that just means i’ll have to return the favor on white day.” he hums, retrieving his school bag and training gear which had been thrown carelessly on a random desk.

his body was moving, but not to his mind’s command. why was he leaving?

he turned his back to face the mysterious girl again. a lithe hand moves to cover her mouth as she yawns, small pearlescent tears forming atop her lower eyelid.

her speech gets slurred. and his dream fades to black.

when yukimiya awakens, it’s 1:14 AM. talk about an after-school nap…

he scowls. his dream ended so suddenly, he has the desire for closure to give rest to the many ‘what if’ scenarios for what she could have said. ‘what was she going to say? was she asking why i was leaving?’ he wonders.

putting his disappointment aside, yukimiya decides to go and shower first. he leaves his room and goes into the bathroom beside the stairs to shower. all before changing into some clean clothes.

putting on a clean t-shirt, yukimiya sighs. clean clothes felt good. his stomach gurgles, and he groans at the sound. he did sleep for 7 hours. he shouldn’t be too shocked that he’s starved.

making his way down the stairway, he goes into the kitchen and finds a plate of katsu curry and rice being covered by one of his mother’s large baking bowls. there’s condensation of steam dripping from the metallic bowl from when the dish had been warm. the katsu by now has lost its’ crunch after absorbing the curry, and the rice isn’t quite as sticky anymore.

it’s not ideal, but yukimiya doesn’t have it in himself to complain. he can’t do anything about it anyways.

he throws the plate into the microwave to heat for two minutes. and as the dish spins on the microwave’s glass plate, his mind wanders back to his dream. now, he could only vaguely recall details, but he knew that it felt real. the sensation of his school bag’s rough fabric, and the sound of her melodic voice pouring into his ears— it all felt real.

the microwave beeps, and his train of thought is quickly stopped as he takes his food out of the microwave, and sits lonely at the dining table.

‘geez, this is depressing…’ he internally sighs. he might as well stay up until he has to get ready for school.

in another home however, you’ve only fallen asleep. you’d been closing your eyes, as well as tossing and turning in your bed for about 3 hours now, unable to fall asleep. you’ve tried everything— sleep ASMRs, melatonin candies… but, none of them have been able to help you sleep earlier.

it’s been like this for a week and a half now. you’ve noticed the dark circles under your eyes are much more pronounced now, making you resemble an undead creature, rather than a high school student.

your friends have been teasing you with a corny, deluded saying— “if you can’t sleep, then it’s probably because there’s someone dreaming about you.”, they say. what nonsense! it was more likely that it’s the stress of your projects, than someone dreaming about you.

nonetheless, you simply relish in the fact that you’re now asleep. not dreaming about anything in particular, just having a sort of good night’s sleep.

you groan when your alarm on your phone goes off. it sounds like an emergency alert system alarm. your father suggested after the first two times you were late last week due to oversleeping. your hand mindlessly moves, looking to turn off the irritating noise.

when it’s finally off, you lie in your bed for an extra minute or two. your body feels so stiff, everything hurts…

your heavy eyes open once again, and you turn your head far enough to see your phone and check the time. 6:18, did you oversleep for 20 minutes? you should get ready soon…

you reluctantly get out from your comfortable bed and stretch, cracking all the stiff bones in your body. you go about your daily routine and go on your way to school. you walk hurriedly, in hopes of taking a quick cat nap before classes start.

that hope is sadly not reached, as you only arrive just about a minute or two before the bell rings.

you manage to soldier through the day, staying up and diligently taking notes, as well as taking a very well-deserved nap during lunch. it really is a feat— for you, at least.

the day goes by horrifyingly slow, and having to stay late for club these days is a nightmare. as much as you want to say you’ve been putting all your effort into club activities, you really have been idling through until the time runs out.

sitting in one of the desks, you’re chatting with one of your club mates as your club president approaches you, “ah, sorry to bother you, but there’s a box on my desk in classroom 3-6, could you get it for me please..? i’m a bit busy to do it myself..” she explains.

“hm..? ah, sure. don’t worry.” you nod in response. she sighs, relieved that you aren’t too annoyed. “yay! thank you!” she hums, and you set on your way to classroom 3-6.

you climb your way up to the third floor, and let yourself inside the classroom. you quickly identify your president’s desk by the large box filled with goodies. “oh?” an airy yet warm voice hums. “what are you doing here?”

you turn your back and see yukimiya; bags in hand and everything..! “ah, hey..!” you awkwardly greet him. you’re not quite sure what you should say. “just… doing a favor. what about you?”

“i just forgot my lunchbox before i went down for training.” he hums, quickly grabbing his aforementioned lunchbox. at the mention of a lunchbox, you perk up. you hadn’t eaten at lunch, so you were awfully hungry. “ah..! you looked at me the second i mentioned my lunchbox!” he chuckled. “are you hungry? all i have is some packaged snacks.” he warns. he carelessly drops his school bag and training gear on another desk, and starts to move in your direction. all whilst opening the lunchbox, looking for something that you could to snack on.

you awkwardly laugh, embarrassed that he caught you. “honestly, i’ll take anything… thanks, yukimiya.” you graciously take the packaged rice cracker snack from his hands. yukimiya hums, “call me yukki; my friends call me that, and it’s much less formal too.”

your eyes go down, downcast to avoid eye contact.

a popular boy just told you to call him a nickname his friends call him..! is this what it’s like to have a love life..?!

as your eyes remain low, you catch a glimpse of a stained container, it looks as if barney the dinosaur had died in it. “what did you have for your recess? it looks messy…” you bluntly ask, not even thinking that it was probably a bit weird to ask.

“oh? i just had some blueberries. they were pretty lukewarm by the time break time came, though..! some of them got crushed. hence, the mess…” he laughs.

“blueberries? …i’ve never really liked the taste. or… it’s more like the lack of taste…” you place the box on a random desk and sit on a chair. you could kill some time, club was technically over anyways. he raises an eyebrow at your words, “really? i think they’re pretty good. plus, they help with my eyesight.”

“your eyesight? is it that bad? i feel like i only started seeing you wear glasses about two months ago.” yukimiya looks hesitant to answer, you probably crossed some sensitive territory…

“ah… not exactly… i guess, i just want to maintain my vision as it is. so it won’t get worse, is all.” he explains, and you nod. “ah, that makes sense.”

there’s an awkward moment of silence. where do you go from this..?

“…hm… so, blueberries improve your eyesight, huh..?” you clarify, hoping that he’d go into further detail. he pauses for a second. his muscles grow tense, as if he has realized something. but, he nods. “that’s right. they strengthen the blood vessels behind the eyes.”

he’s lived this before. his nails claw on the desk, itching to ground himself to reality.

this isn’t a dream.

this is real life.

and, he’s finally talking to the faceless girl.

like in his dream, he turns his head, and sees you painted orange and pink by the fading sunset. you look even more exquisite now that he can see and recognize your face. your eyes shine in contrast to the setting sun, and your lips quiver, as you try to think of something to say.

your hair is a bit more messier than in his dream. and your posture is quite stiff— no, awkward is a better word. your frame is awkward and anxious, he thinks. but, you still look just as divine as he dreamed you to be.

“hah, maybe you’d benefit better from chocolate-covered blueberries rather than chocolate-covered strawberries then.” you laugh.

“ahah, i wouldn’t hate that too much… so, why not?” he shrugs. again, that pesky nervousness in his shoulders is back. seeing the girl he has, quite literally, dreamed of for a week and a half now is something he’s wanted for a while now. his rose-tinted view of the mysterious girl is makes him feel nervous now that he’s met you.

“ah..!” you audibly gasp, “really? maybe i’ll get you a box of chocolate-covered blueberries for valentines’ day then!” you joke.

he’s heard those exact words before already, but it still flustered him.

i..is that so? heh, i guess that just means i’ll have to return the favor on white day.” he laughs. it’s getting late. the teachers are gonna lock the classroom doors soon, so the two of you should probably leave. he grabs his school bag and training gear, as well as his lunchbox.

you seem to get the hint, and stand up as well. you yawn, covering your mouth to save yourself some dignity, and small tears form in your eyes. “ahh… anyway, i have to take this down to my club room… i’ll see you, yukki.” you bid goodbye, trying on the new nickname for size.

but, yukimiya’s not ready to say goodbye just yet.

“ahh.. do you want me to carry that for you..? you seem pretty tired, so…” he wanders off, “are you okay?”

you reluctantly let him carry the box, and the two of you begin to walk down the stairs to your clubroom. “yeah, i’m alright… i just haven’t been sleeping well.” you hum, “i’ve tried basically everything… but, i can’t seem to sleep.”, you sigh.

“ah, seems annoying… but, i can’t do much to fix that. sorry…” he responds. his response seems a bit absent-minded though, as if he wasn’t focusing on what he said.

that was because his attention was directed to the lack of distance between the two of you. he’s been this close to other girls before… but, being close to you seems to make his heart pound right outside of his chest.

“eh, it’s not your fault. don’t worry to much about it.” you wave it off, as if it was a minor inconvenience.

the rest of the walk was uncomfortably silent but soon enough, you’re at your club room. you graciously open the door for yukimiya, which lets him get inside easily and place the box on a nearby table.

“heh… thanks, superman.” you smile. and yukimiya’s eyes move to avoid contact, embarrassed by the nickname. “oh, uhh… it really wasn’t a problem, so don’t worry about it.” he awkwardly laughs.

“i didn’t keep you too long, did i?” you ask. he’s not too sure what else he could’ve been busy with, but he’s touched by your concern. “nope, don’t worry too much.” he chides.

“just a habit, hehe…” you explain yourself as you move to grab your own school bag. “a—anyways, i’ll see you, yukki..!” you bid him goodbye for the second time today, waving your hand goodbye.

but again, yukimiya still isn’t quite ready to say goodbye.

“oh— do you want me to walk you home..?” he offers, quite forwardly, at that.

your face scrunches at his offer, anxious to be taking up so much of his time today, “n..no, that’s asking too much now… it’s fine, don’t worry too, okay?” you laugh, throwing back his own advice.

yukimiya scoffs, recognizing his own hypocrisy. he’s a bit saddened by the fact that you rejected his offer, but he has to respect your decision. “alright… then, maybe you wanna… hang out sometime..?” he sounds nervous. he’s never had to be the one asking someone out, so he doesn’t know how to ask someone to ‘hang out’.

“i..i can pay too if money’s a concern. i’m the one who’s asking you out after all, it’s only fair.” he rationalized. you mull it over for a quick minute, and you finally respond, “sure, but you really don’t have to do all that..! it’s not like this would be a date…” you reassure him.

for some reason, that last part hurt. he wishes that it was a date. his shoulders visually slum down in disappointment, but there’s still a sense of hope to his expression.

he’s willing to put time into this. he wants to know more about you; know why you’re appearing in his dreams. he nods, “yeah, that’s fair enough… are you free this saturday? we can just go around the city.”

“mhm. sounds like a plan.” you nod.

he grins, “great. i’ll see you—,” he pauses. he never asked about your name..! here he was disappointed about dates, and wanting to know more about you, but he doesn’t even know what your name is..! he should probably just disappear, this is too embarrassing. there’s no recovering from this—

“s/o.”

what?

“my name is s/o.” you inform him.

yukimiya snaps out of his humiliated state long enough to respond, “ah, i see..! my mistake for not ever asking for your name. heh, i guess i just got a bit too comfortable.” you laugh at his scatterbrainedness, and wave it off. “it’s fine, i got a bit comfortable too, so i forgot to tell you my name.”

he’s glad that you also felt comfortable with him, but he has a feeling that you have a different meaning for comfortable…

he felt as if he’s already known you. but, you simply thought of him as a schoolmate that you’re familiar with. it was his mistake for thinking of you as the faceless girl from his dreams, rather than the much more lifelike girl that stood before him.

“right… well, i’ll see you, s/o.” he smiles as he waves goodbye, his smile much wider than it had been before he met you in that classroom. you nod, waving goodbye as well. “yeah! bye, yukki!”

the two of you walk toward the school exit together before finally parting ways, leaving yukimiya feeling as if he’s separated with a part of him.

it was odd that he’s already this attached to you. but, maybe that was just because of the fact that the two of you just naturally clicked. or, the fact that he’s seen and talked with your faceless self in ephemeral periods when time stood still— all of it in romantic, rose-tinted glasses.

the moment he came home, he has just been a ticking time bomb, waiting for the moment he can see you again. he’s never felt quite as nervous as he does right now.

his heart feels like a heavy weight in his chest, making it difficult to breathe. he can’t have a crush on you already… can he?

it’s a question that haunts yukimiya as he lies in bed, anxious and unable to sleep.

and for the first time in a while, you have a good night’s rest.

[alexander-arcturus-black-lupin-r]

Coming Home

What do you do after you watch the prison arc.

Because anyone of them( minus Garcia) would have survived. I can see it. Morgan would either gain a little respect or fear, JJ has been torchured for christ sake what's prison? Aaron Hotchner has the RBF to get him through at least a couple of months. Emily, Gideon, they would have made it. Not the same sure but not as bad.

But Spencer?

LIKE DO YOU SEE IT??? LOOK AT HIM!

MY BABY IS NOT SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT A PRISON LOOKS LIKE ON THE INSIDE. HE'S SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT HE SEES IN TAPES AND READS IN BOOKS!!

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So what do you do? I write a fanfic because it's Sunday (was) and I need ultra-specific medicine to heal my wounds.

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I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home

His keys gently clacked against the door, he gently twisted it in the lock and was greeted with a soft click. The door gently swayed quietly open,  the room was dark and quiet save a light from the bedroom. The smell of books greeted him and he noted how nothing had been touched before he…left.

Tell the world I'm comin' home

He’d seen his team earlier, He could still spell JJ’s perfume and Garcia’s cookies, he hugged his mom like he’d never before, she even remembered something and it was the icing on the cake.  She was there both mentally and physically and it really made him feel better. Her eyes weren’t cloudy with confusion like when he last saw her.

Let the rain wash away

The soft patter of the rain against the window got louder the more he entered the apartment. Non-threatening movement, he missed that. He softly closed the door and locked it behind him. He dropped his bag and heard shuffling from the bedroom. He unpacked his bags quietly and slipped out of his shoes.

All the pain of yesterday

He winced slightly, his leg was still injured and he knew he had to check it later but he had tunnel vision, he had been so lonely so on edge it physically hurt. The lone scar across his palm a dark reminder of the nightmares he survived, even though he’d call himself anything but-

A survivor

I know my kingdom awaits

He knocked softly on the bedroom door and opened it to be greeted with you in your nightwear. A pair of shirt and shorts he’s not seen for so long. You eyes lock and you start to tear up but he’s way ahead of you. He moves slowly like he’s trying not to scare you, he’s reaching out for you and before you know it. The two of you wrap your arms around each other and tears start flowing on both sides. 

“Spencer, oh my God! It’s really you? I’m not dreaming anymore? You’re really here? You’re free, you’re back!” You fingers grip his shoulder tight as bawl into his neck. He eases you onto the bed and kneels before you. He grasps your hands as he kisses it like a knight to his majesty.

“I’m so so sorry, I- I shouldn’t have lied to you. You trusted me and I lied to you,I am so sorry, I-” he cries deeper, his knees digging into the floor, crying into your hands, into your lap. He’s gripping you tightly, bawling. You quietly run your free hands into his curly brown hair, he briefly looks up at you and his red rimmed eyes. You then notice the black circles under his eyes. “I have no excuses.”

“You haven’t slept in so long, oh sweetheart,” you wipe his tears off his cheek and tilt his head up to you. You smile but it quickly falls before you plaster up a new one. He needed one. You kissed his forehead, your tears falling slightly onto his cheek. You giggle slightly as you wipe them as well.

And they've forgiven my mistakes

“If you apologise one more time, I swear to God I do not care if she’s some renowned assassin with contacts in every country, I will kill her with my bare hands, not even Emily’s silk tongue can get me off her cold corpse.” Spencer chuckles slightly as he buries himself more into you before looking back up at you.

“Oh baby…You haven’t been sleeping, a-are those faded bruises? Oh Spencer, what did they do to you in there?”

“I made a choice,” Spencer spoke, avoiding your eyes. 

“Did you think you might um-”

“Not make it back alive?” He smiled lightly before nodding. “Everyday for the past 3 months and 7 days, 12 hours, 13 minutes and 27 seconds until JJ got me out of there.”

I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home

“Oh Spence…We’ll talk about this later just–come here.” Spencer crawled into your arms and the warms nearly sent him to sleep. The prison was cold, day in and day out, his mattress was hard and hurt his back, he could almost see how many microbes were on the pillow he slept on. He didn’t trust the laundry even though he worked there. 

He briefly left after you convinced him to take a shower and change into a new pair of clothes, he promised to burn the ones he came in and the look in his eyes told you he’d meant it.

Tell the world I'm comin'

He looked at you as you patted right beside you. He slid in between the sheets and relaxed into your outstretched hands. The warmth enveloped him and he truly felt it.

Home.

[merrybloomwrites]

It's Just a Game, But Really

Summary: When your brother starts dating Taylor Swift, you figure your wild dreams of dating Harry Styles are now definitely crushed. But some meddling from Jason, Travis, and Taylor may make some dreams come true after all.

Word Count: 3K

AN: This idea randomly popped into my head months ago and I couldn't get it out until I fully wrote it. I feel like this falls into the category of "Crack treated seriously" lol

Also, I understand this is niche, but as an Eagles fan (pls don't come for me) I've watched the entire Travis/Taylor relationship unfold and just thought this would be silly. Writing Jason and Travis was pretty fun too since I've been listening to their podcast for years and it was a cool challenge to write in their voices

Finally, I took creative liberty here and while I normally try to keep details as close to reality as possible, I've changed some things. So the Packers vs Eagles game that happened in Brazil now takes place in philly, and the Chiefs game on Christmas is now against Baltimore so it would be plausible to have the dinner scene in PA. None of this actually matters, this is fiction lol

Title from "So High School" by Taylor Swift

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Growing up with two athletic brothers had been quite an experience. Hundreds of hours were spent at sporting events, often bundled up to watch them play ice hockey or attend the late season football games. In your family, it was important that everyone supported each other.

It went the other way as well. Your brothers attended every spring concert, theater performance, and dance recital you were in. They were your biggest fans, always cheering you on and bringing flowers to give you.

They also took time to learn about your interests. Instead of getting annoyed when Taylor Swift’s music would play through the house, they started listening.

Especially Travis.

He liked the music, and thought she seemed pretty cool. He didn’t admit it, but you guessed that maybe he had a bit of a celebrity crush on her.

Life continued to change as your brothers left for college, then moved to different cities when they got signed to two different NFL teams. You missed them, but it was great seeing them succeed.

Jason and Travis still made time for family, even when Jason got married and started a family of his own. You and Kylie became friends right away, and you immediately loved having another girl in the family. You couldn’t wait for it to be Travis’s turn to find someone. But preferably not through his dating show.

When Taylor Swift announced her Eras Tour, you desperately wanted to go. So you were highly disappointed when you weren’t able to get tickets.

And then Travis surprised you with tickets to her show in Kansas City. By this point you had moved in with Jason and Kylie near Philly, but Travis assured you that he’d take care of all the travel logistics to get you to the concert.

You flew in the night before, getting to spend the day with your brother before heading to the stadium. It was weird to be there for a concert, having attended numerous games there before. It was cool to see how it was transformed into something almost unrecognizable.

Being there with Travis meant getting to be seated with a great view in a cordoned off section. It also meant Chiefs fans coming close to the barrier to talk to him before the show. Watching your brother trade friendship bracelets with these people was a strange moment, one you never would have imagined happening.

Through all that, there was one bracelet he had that you noticed he wouldn’t trade. Taking a closer glance you see what’s written on it and give him a confused look.

“Travis, what in the world is this?” you ask.

“Friendship bracelet,” he answers simply, dodging your true question.

“Obviously. But why is your number on here? Who is this for?”

He laughs nervously but before you can press it further another fan comes up to say hi. You can’t help but wonder what his plan is for that bracelet, even though you have a pretty good idea who its intended recipient is.

The concert begins and you have a wonderful time, dancing and singing along, Travis just as excited beside you. As it ends, Travis speaks with one of the staff members, looking slightly disappointed but not too bothered. Once again you’re left wondering what that was all about.

It’s a couple weeks later and you’re listening to the latest episode of Travis and Jason’s podcast when they bring up Travis attending the concert. Sure enough, he confirms he was trying to get that bracelet with his number to Taylor, and you have to commend him on his creativity and optimism.

What you don’t expect is for Taylor to find out about that and get in touch with Travis. Now a year later, your brother is in a happy, committed relationship with Taylor Swift. She’s come to family dinners, you’ve been next to her during Chiefs games, and she’s made it so you could come to a number of concerts on her tour. You cannot believe that this has become your life. And you have to give your brother credit for his powers of manifestation.

One afternoon you’re hanging in the living room while Jason records the podcast in the basement. He calls out for you and you go down to see what’s going on.

He hands you a set of headphones so you can hear Travis as well, and fills you in on the topic.

“So,” Jason begins. “Fans are starting to give you credit for Travis and Taylor getting together. Do you think that’s fair to say?”

You laugh for a moment that this is why you’re called to speak on what should be a sports podcast, before answering, “I think that’s fair. I mean, he did the work but I would say my childhood Swiftie obsession planted the seed.”

Travis replies, “You don’t think I would have found out about her on my own?”

“Oh you totally would have. But I got the ball rolling ages ago. Timing is everything, what if you’d been too late?”

“Alright, I’ll give you that. We can say you had a hand in this.”

“So that means you owe me,” you say.

Jason chimes in, “Yea Trav, your turn to manifest for Y/N.”

“You want me to manifest a boyfriend for our little sister?” Travis questions.

“Oh, right, wait, don’t actually do that. I forgot, Y/N’s not allowed to date until she’s forty,” Jason says, leading you to roll your eyes at his overprotectiveness.

“Ok, but if I were to try, who would it be? Y/N, who’s your celebrity crush?” Travis asks.

There’s no way you’re answering that on camera, especially with who the answer actually is. You clench your teeth and lift your eyebrows before cheekily saying, “Oh, no, I cannot answer that on the pod. That’s uhm. That’d be messy.” You then shrug and laugh, trying to play all of this off as a bit.

While Travis tries to dig and get you to answer, it clicks for Jason and he says, “Wait, I think I know who it is. Is it, uhm-”

“Don’t you dare say anything!” you exclaim to shut him up.

“Alright, alright. I won’t spill your secrets.”

“Well at least tell it to me later,” Travis says, to which you reply, “Absolutely not. I’m afraid you may actually try to meddle.”

“Who, me? No way,” he replies only to be met with an unimpressed look from you.

The boys drop the subject and you head back upstairs as they finally talk about football again.

You assume that they’ve moved on, and you’re happy when they don’t bring up your celebrity crush again.

You’re even happier when Jason tells you he’s taking you to the season opener Eagles vs Packers game in Philly. You’re super excited to be able to experience an Eagles game alongside your brother. You’re also glad you can be there for him in case it’s hard for him to watch them play without him for the first time since his retirement.

What you’re unaware of is the plan that Jason and Travis had made behind your back.

“So now you’re on board with trying to set up our little sister?” Jason had questioned during a phone call a couple weeks prior.

“Yes. And I have a way of making it happen,” Travis had answered.

“And you want me to help Y/N meet and potentially date a popstar who happens to be your girlfriend's ex-boyfriend?”

“Yes.”

“And he’s a Packers fan?”

“Yea, that is the unfortunate part. And you’re not really helping them date. That’s all on them. But you could at least help her meet him at the game.”

“This is ridiculous,” Jason says. “But I’ll do it.”

And that’s how you find yourself walking through the tunnels of the Linc with Jason before the start of the game and bumping into Harry Styles.

“Hello, I’m Harry,” he says cheerfully, holding a hand out for you to shake.

Mustering up all of your chill, you smile in return while reaching out to clasp his hand and say, “I’m Y/N. It’s so nice to meet you, I’m a big fan.”

“Well, thank you for your support,” he says.

“You kids want a picture?” There are few times you want to kill your brother, but him butting in while you’re talking to Harry Styles is definitely one of them.

“That’s alright,” you say, trying not to impose on Harry too much. So you’re surprised when Harry says, “Of course, let’s get a photo!”

You stand next to him, and his arm wraps around your shoulder and you hope your expression doesn’t show how crazy fast your heart is beating while Jason takes the picture.

“It was so nice meeting you both, I’ll see you around!” Harry says as he walks away.

Before Jason can begin to tease you, you say, “Don’t even say a word.”

He listens to you and instead just laughs as you keep walking.

After some quick hellos to the stadium staff, you’re led up to a box.

“I thought we just had seats today?” You question.

“We did. But when I was talking to Mark he said we got upgraded.”

When you step into the box you’re once again surprised by the presence of Harry Styles.

“Okay, we are definitely in the wrong place,” you murmur to your brother.

“Oh good, you guys found us!” Harry says. You look to see who he’s talking to and get shocked to see it’s you and Jason. “There were some open spots so I asked if you two could join us,” he explains.

“Wow, thank you!” You manage to squeak out.

Suddenly you’re realizing what is about to happen. A four minute encounter in the hallway? Easy. An entire three hour football game? There’s no way you make it through without embarrassing yourself.

And yet, halftime comes and you’ve so far managed not to make a fool of yourself. In fact, you’re even impressed by your witty banter as the Eagles and Packers go back and forth taking the lead.

“So, I read about these botanical gardens nearby,” Harry says.

“Longwood?” You ask.

“Yea, have you ever been?”

“A couple times. I went with Jason, Kylie, and the kids earlier this summer. They’re really nice. If you’re thinking about going, I highly recommend.”

“I actually got a couple tickets for the fountain show tomorrow night. I was wondering if you’d like to go with me.”

Quickly processing that Harry is asking you to hang out with him, possibly go on a date with him, you reply, “I’d love to!”

“Fantastic! I can pick you up in the afternoon?”

“Sounds good to me, thank you.”

You exchange phone numbers and give Harry your address, still in disbelief that all of this is actually happening.

The game resumes, and as the Eagles make their comeback you can’t help but cheer and get wrapped up in the game. And even as Harry’s team starts losing, he still stays happy and continues to joke around with you.

When the game ends and the Eagles fans celebrate, you say to Harry, “I hope this doesn’t affect us hanging out tomorrow.”

“Not a chance, in fact I think that will cheer me up,” he says with a smile.

“Hey Y/N, I’ve gotta go talk to a couple people. You hanging here or coming with me?” Of course, there’s your brother interrupting again. And while you’d rather stay with Harry, you don't really want to be separated from Jason in the post-game chaos. So you say goodbye to Harry with the promise to see him the next day.

On your way back home you put up with the teasing from your brother.

You beg him to be on his best behavior when Harry picks you up the next day.

You know he won’t.

So it’s no surprise that he gives Harry “the talk”, telling him that if he hurts you at all then he’ll have to face two NFL players.

You’re hanging in the living room with Kylie and the kids while this happens, and when the two boys come back Kylie asks,”He wasn’t too scary, was he?”

“No,” Harry replies. “Just scary enough I’d say. Shall we get going?” He addresses this last question to you and you agree, more than happy to get out of the house before Jason takes his big brother role too seriously.

When Harry drives away he lets out a deep breath and you say, “You good?”

“Yea, just- Your brother is scary.”

You start to laugh at the fact that Jason managed to actually shake up Harry Styles. But you decide to help him out by saying, “He seems scary, but it’s mostly all talk. Unless you do something to hurt me. Then you should be scared.”

“Oh I feel so much better,” he says, laughing along now.

The two of you have a wonderful time together at the gardens, especially since Harry manages to somehow fly under the radar. The fountain show is fascinating, and you stand together, Harry’s arm around your waist sending butterflies through your belly.

It’s late when you get home, and he walks you to the door like a gentleman.

When he asks if he can kiss you, of course you say yes. He leans in for a soft kiss before saying goodnight, not leaving until you’ve made it safely inside.

Jason is waiting up for you, and as you tell him about your night you watch his gruff exterior fade away. He looks truly pleased by all you have to report and you’re glad that he seems to approve of Harry.

For the next couple of months, it all goes well. Your relationship with Harry flourishes. You get to see him more than expected since he starts working out of a studio in NYC, only two hours away from where you are.

There is one mild bump in the road, occurring on a Friday evening when Jason and Kylie are supposed to be out at a party with the girls.

You’d been planning on a quiet night home alone. But then Harry had surprised you by showing up at your front door, a bouquet of flowers in hand.

One thing led to another, and before you know it you’re both on the couch. You’re straddling his lap, his hands sliding under your shirt as the two of you make out.

As much as Harry had surprised you, Jason surprises you even more by suddenly coming home and walking right into the living room.

Harry notices him first, and in an effort to save this interaction he pushes you off of him, luckily managing to shift you to the open spot next to him on the couch.

There’s a moment of oppressively awkward silence as Jason stares at the two of you, speechless. Without saying a word he walks to the mud room and grabs the diaper bag that had clearly been left behind earlier.

As he passes through the room to leave he says, “You are adults. Just- don’t be stupid. There are enough kids in this house already.”

Without waiting for a reply he leaves the house. After another moment you and Harry break into nervous laughter.

The mood is pretty much ruined but you still have a nice night watching a movie together. Harry stays with you but has to leave at lunchtime the next day.

That afternoon Jason knocks on your bedroom door, asking if he can talk for a minute.

“Sure, what’s up?” You say, not expecting the conversation that follows.

“I just wanted to ask how things are going between you and Harry,” he says.

“Oh! Good! Yea, things are going well. I really like him,” you answer.

“And you’re being safe?”

“Oh my god, Jason! We are not having this conversation,” you say as your cheeks warm at the implication.

“Well you’re living in my house, I just, you know. I feel responsible for your well being.”

“I’m safe. Very safe. You don’t have to worry.” You hope your words will convince him to drop the topic.

“And you trust him? Cause I mean, he’s a big time Popstar. Bet he’s broken a fair number of hearts before.”

You find yourself needing to defend Harry and ask, “Have you had this conversation with Travis about Taylor?”

“Fair point,” he concedes. “I just don’t want you getting hurt. You’re sure about him?”

“I am.”

“Okay then. That’s what matters. I’m only looking out for you.”

“I know. But Harry and I are happy. I promise.”

With that smoothed over, the next few weeks continue drama free.

And then comes Christmas.

Due to scheduling, Harry had yet to meet Travis. You’ve talked to your brother about him, and you know Travis has talked about all of this with Taylor. So while you’ve been told that it’s no big deal that your boyfriend and your brother’s girlfriend are exes, you’re still a bit nervous for Christmas dinner.

It’s a late meal, since you have to wait for Travis to get there after the Chiefs vs Ravens game, and you spend the afternoon entertaining your nieces and helping prepare the food.

Finally Travis and Taylor arrive, and for a moment you can’t help but feel self conscious. The room is full of NFL players and international pop stars. You excuse yourself to the kitchen for a moment to collect yourself. When you walk back to the living room, Harry greets you with the biggest smile, and those feelings of self doubt melt away. Because those big accomplishments and accolades aren’t what matter to him. What he cares about is how kind you are, how fun and loving you are. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your head and you blush knowing your whole family is watching.

But looking up at them you see nothing but support. Your mom is practically glowing seeing all her children with their significant others, and quickly organizes a family picture.

It takes some time to get all three of the little girls to cooperate, and by the time the photo is taken, dinner is ready.

There is something surreal at seeing Harry and Taylor pass the potatoes or bread basket, never having imagined this is how your life would turn out.

But that night, as you all agree to break the internet by posting the family picture, you know you wouldn’t want it any other way.

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AN: I wrote the first half of this as the Eagles lost to the Commanders, thus breaking a 10 game win streak soooo that was a bummer.

I wrote the ending after watching the Eagles beat the Cowboys, so at least that turned back around!

I think this may be the silliest thing I’ve ever written.

[atangledfate]

Miles held his Miles Electric pad in his hands flicking his fingers along the screen. He accessed the company database and started to add entries in it for Belle, and creating a company profile for her. By making her part of his R&D she'd have the freedom to move around without worry. He made sure to edit time stamps and made it look as legitimist as he could. His hope was that it would look as authentic as possible for GUN's people. None of them were on his level so he wasn't to worried they'd figure it out.

" It's a strategic move... they want to make us look like Criminals to the people at large. I suspect they see Restoration as a threat to there own power base. We are doing what they were unable to do... whats the best way to handle that? assimilate the problem and take control of it. That's there ultimate play--- make us look inept and install there own people in charge. I'd bet my tails on it... "

He handed the Miles Electric to Belle to double check his work, and add any details she wanted to add.

" Here, you can see the profile i worked up. Feel free to add anything you think is relevant. This should protect you, they won't be able to touch you without a legal battle at the very least it'll buy us time. Next we should probably look into who this president is... "

Miles sat down at one of the consoles and began to sift through the internet looking for details on this President. Surprisingly there wasn't much, he was newly appointed after the war. His first real election wasn't for a few months. His name wasn't even mentioned, was always mr. president or acting president. It all felt fishy to Miles but he kept digging, there had to be something right? just who was this pretty boy anyway?

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Lanolin felt the wind blow through her hair, and wool as she stepped up next to Surge. Staring out across the field toward the GUN check point, with a grimace on her face. This wasn't just about handing Surge over was it? She felt awful about and, had grown to like Surge despite her grumpiness and bouts of anger. There were things she felt like she needed to say to her. It was harder then she thought it would be, harder to admit how much she'd grown to enjoy having her around.

" It wouldn't matter if i did, you wouldn't budge on the issue and i don't think GUN would either. You are so stubborn, and weirdly i'll miss that... "

She admitted giving Surge a sideways glance as the wind billowed through her wool.

" You've given me no end of trouble since you arrived. Always trying to start a fight, or push everyone's buttons. But over the past few months you've become a part of this team. I really did hope things would turn out different... "

She finally let her eyes turn to look into Surges, a genuine look of sadness as the thought of what would happen to Surge dawned on her. It was upsetting, but she couldn't do anything to stop it now, and she didn't even know if Surge would appreciate how she felt about this.

" We'll be arranging for them to come and get you in about 45 minutes. If you have anything you need to do before then, you have that long to do it. You should say your goodbyes... and, prepare yourself for the exchange. "

She felt like she might cry, like she was losing a friend even if they didn't talk as much as she'd have liked.

" as for Kit, we have a good defense prepared for him. I'm confident we can keep him out of GUNs hands. You have my word on that..."

Lanolin to wished that Blaze could have caught this person. However she pondered how a fight between them would have went. If they could phase through Blaze's fire how did you even fight that? She single handed took out Amy and it didn't even look like she put up a fight. That sort of power wasn't to be underestimated, and she very much believed Blaze was as strong as they came. But the Sheep had this feeling in the pit of her stomach that it wouldn't be so simple to beat someone like that.

" Blaze you did everything you could have... not one of us was prepared for someone like that to attack us. I'm curious who she is working for... but that's a question for another day..."

Miles eyes shifted to Belle and he seemed to tense up, the issue was that once she presented herself as a free bot. There was no backtracking and they couldn't just say she was his property at that point. Once belle chose her story they had to stick to it and all the risks that came with it. If he was brutally honest with himself it was safer to leave Belle as property of Prower Inc and allow her to continue working with autonomy. But it was her life, and she would have to make that choice on her own.

" Well only problem Belle is once you tell your story. No mater what that choice is we have to abide by it. So either we go with the truth or, we lie and say you are prower industries bot. I'll be straight with you Belle... i'm worried telling the truth will make you a prime target for GUN to confiscate you... just like they did with Omega... But Kit is right either way we should sync up the video to make it appear more legitimist. But... this is your choice i'll let you decide how you want to do this... i just--- don't trust them..."

Lanolin set down her clipboard and gave The others a compassionate look. Really all of this hinged on Surge and she had to go talk to her. She left Blaze in charge as she made her way to the stairs. Once outside she took a moment to lean on the door way and nearly lost her lunch. The stress was getting to her and this all felt like it was gonna fall apart on her. She wasn't ready for it and worse? she had to ask Surge to do the unthinkable. This was the sort of thing you asked in person, and she wasn't going to do it over a radio.

the sheep grabbed a military car and drove the rest of the way across base. She pulled up to the edge of the facility where Surge was waiting for a reason to attack and to fight! A Battle that may never come to be.

" Surge? can... we talk? It's... important..."

[lets-try-some-writing]

It's so tragic how, in your Twins AU, Optimus had to do the Cybertronian version of plastic surgery to look more like his brother. He could have gone through his primely transformation and said he, as Optronix, got a new frame because of the Matrix. Instead, he went all out and changed his body. I can only imagine what the Decepticons will think when they see Optimus again and notice his different yet familiar frame. Megatron might think he's having work done to "wear the face of his brother" instead of work being undone so Optimus can be himself again.

More for the Twin Au? Aight. Parts One and Two here.

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Wearing Optronix's face was not easy at first. It ached. It burned. Insults and slurs, hatred and constant attacks... if not for the Matrix, Optimus would have given up long ago and let someone kill him. But he had his duty, and he would have to be cut down before he let himself fall away from his purpose.

He allowed Optronix to become as cruel as he did. He failed to stop his twin when the war grew worse. This was merely a natural consequence. The constant ache of his spark from the lack of its other half was ignorable. The never ending discomfort with his frame was negligible when he was busy planning or engaging in battle. And as centuries passed, he honestly noticed less and less. Optronix's frame grew to be his own. The bulky and boxy build became second nature to him, his spindly frame from the archives all but forgotten. The eternally in place battle mask was something he grew to cherish as it allowed him to hide his expressions when the pain in his spark grew too great. The heavy set blaster he carried, as his brother was known to do prior to his death, became a memorial of sorts.

He was Optronix, a corrupt mech who changed upon becoming Prime. Every single cycle he repeated his mantra.

"I am Optronix turned Optimus Prime. I am the leader of the Autobots. I was once a tyrant, but no longer."

Every time he saw himself in the mirror, repeating again and again... it grew easier to believe the lie. He stopped missing things from his time as Orion, at least dulling the ache. He missed the archives, but that void he filled with reading reports. He lamented the loss of his mentor, but that too he supplemented through teaching Ultra Magnus throughout the war. It only really hurt when Ratchet and Jazz fought him, but even that was easy enough to work around if he reminded himself of what he was.

He was Optronix. He was once wicked. And this was his penance.

Then, of course, the truth had to come out swinging. One wrong poisoning attempt and suddenly his reality was broken. He'd been poisoned countless times. It shouldn't have been as dangerous as it was with his immunity. But Ratchet on synthetic energon was nothing to scoff at, and simple fuel line drainage wasn't enough. They had to remove his mask to have him purge whatever was in his tanks as well. And that was when it all fell apart.

The team had their reactions. Optimus tried his best to be neutral throughout the whole process, letting them figure themselves out and acting accordingly. He continued his mantra, having had it long since become second nature. But one thing led to another, and Ratchet, ever Orion Pax's most loyal friend, was determined to bring back the mech he thought lost.

"We are giving you a reformat." Ratchet's servos were firmly planted on his hips, his expression dead serious. Optimus could only find it in himself to frown.

"We do not have the resources for such an endeavor. It would be a foolish waste of material." A hint of bitterness entered his tone, training to mirror his brother returning with a vengeance in the form of backhanded commentary. This was who he was now. There was no Orion Pax. Nothing to reformat back into.

"Sure, we don't have enough for a complete frame overhaul, but we can fix some things. Your face, your optics, maybe even your shoulders." Ratchet scanned Optimus's frame, his optics running with calculation. Optimus shied away from it instinctually, prior experience warning him against giving too much room for a potential attack.

"Ratchet... I'm not him anymore. I know I said I was Orion Pax, and I'm sure somewhere deep in my spark, he yet lingers. But that is not me. Not anymore." Ratchet, unlike how Optimus's anxious predictions portrayed him in dreams, did not scoff or come off as cruel. His expression softened as he came closer, reaching out to cup Optimus's face, the one thing he'd left unchanged as he gave the rest of his frame up reformatting to match his brother. The doctor's digits brushed over pristine faceplates, not a scar to be seen below the optics. It was... comforting.

"I believe my friend is still in here. And if I have to drag him out again, then so be it." In an act of intimacy Optimus had not had with anyone other than Bumblebee since he was but a mere archivist, Ratchet brought their helm crests together. The touch was simple, but the way their fields mingled and melded was divine, a cube of energon to a starving mech in Optimus's mind.

He couldn't fight back if Ratchet was this gentle with him. How could he?

"Let me do this for you." Those gentle words were all it took for Optimus to cautiously agree. And from that moment onward, Ratchet took his duty to spark.

"Mask off, Orion." Constant but gentle reminders rang out through the base frequently. Ratchet made it a point to use his old name, constantly urging him to grow comfortable showing his face again. Optimus scared himself more than a few times when he passed a mirror and saw himself.

He politely ignored the pitying looks he earned from the team after such reactions.

"Hold still. You don't need to be wearing this slag all the time now, so it needs to come out." Having tweezers in his optics wasn't all that fun either. But again, Ratchet was devoted. And to be fair to him, the moment the thick optical glass was removed, Optimus found he could actually see things he'd long since become used to having to squint at to view. The optics of an archivist were meant for data collection and analysis. Having them back was overwhelming at times.

He spent three whole earth days standing around simply watching things, learning to recycle his optics for optimal data collection. One night he spent up on the roof, admiring the stars for the first time since his arrival on Earth. As much as his instincts screamed at him to put the glass back in place, he found himself content to leave his optics alone.

They were familiar. He hadn't realized how much he missed them.

"You welded your data ports closed?" Ratchet gawked at him and the welds along Optimus's sides. He nodded without any additional reactions. It was yet another augmentation.

"I had to play the part not just in appearance and presentation, but also in functionality." Arcee winced as she saw the damage. Bumblebee looked concerned. Bulkhead, Primus bless him, seemed a bit sick to his tanks as he looked at the welds. It wasn't as if they weren't cleanly done, but every mech knew that there were certain components to various castes that made them unique, and often tended to be sensitive. Having those parts removed or damaged was abhorrent to them.

It was to Optimus once, many long vorns ago.

"We're fixing this. There is no way you haven't been going through mood swings without access to your datacables." Well, Optimus couldn't exactly deny that. Sometimes it felt like he was about to die if he didn't hook up to the console. During such moments, he tended to lean on the Matrix.

Ratchet, not having gotten any sort of retort, promptly got to work. Optimus marveled at the feeling the moment he found himself able to reconnect to his cables. They were difficult to manage after so long with them locked away, but just having them free was a relief he did not know he needed as sorely as he did.

"Not much I can do about your frame shaping considering our circumstances. But these, we can get rid of." Ratchet looked Optimus up and down as he hooked up to the console, restoring his long dormant archival subsystems through dutiful training through monitoring human websites. He hardly noticed Ratchet at all until the doctor took one of his servos and promptly began delicately removing the armored plating he had welded onto each individual digit.

The whole affair did not hurt. But when Ratchet was done, Optimus looked at his servos and saw... himself.

He saw Orion in the long and slender digits meant for swift typing, not battle or the handling of a sword. He saw Orion in the gentle tap of his digits as he typed again with them for the first time in eons. He saw Orion in the speed in which they moved, graceful in a way he had not been since he slaughtered his brother before their slumbering god.

Perhaps there was some Orion Pax left in him after all.

"OPTRONIX!" Megatron's shriek of outrage rang out across the battlefield as Optimus strode forward, hesitating only a moment as the warlord's sheer wrath. He was seething, his armor flared and his field a wild whip of anger and grief all wrapped into one burning wave. His blaster blazed with energy begging to be unleashed, his denta clenched so hard Optimus could almost hear them grinding from a distance.

"You dare wear his face! You dare take pieces of his frame as your own! Is this another way to torment me, you pit spawned heathen!?" Every word stung on a spark deep level. Optimus had long since learned to look past whatever Megatron said on the battlefield. it had been easy with his mantra because Orion was hidden. Orion was not the one being insulted or hurt.

But now? It was different.

"I will tear you limb from limb and rip that face right off your frame to lay my brother to rest! Do you hear me!?"

He heard.

He heard every single word.

And Primus, did it hurt.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

2024 Fic Roundup :)

I was tagged by @exhuastedpigeon to do a 2024 fic roundup!

This year, I have posted 47 new fics, finished 1 2023 fic, and still have one from 2023 ongoing. Which is roughly 1,019,891 words. Excluding things I have written but not posted yet! (a lot of Eddie as a Swedish forest monster, for example).

I am just going to copy/paste the list directly from my masterlist doc:

January

Eddie Diaz is NOT a Birthday Person(4,704 words)

Summary: Eddie doesn't put much stock into celebrating his birthday, as an adult. But for the first time since moving to Los Angeles, it happens to fall right in the middle of a four-off. Buck schemes. Romance ensues rather accidentally.

Rating: Teen

Angst Meter: 😨

Winter Prayer (18,229 words)

Summary: When a work conflict prevents Athena from accompanying Bobby to Minnesota for the ten year anniversary of his family dying, Buck and May offer to go instead. Over the course of the trip, they all learn more about each other, and Bobby faces his grief.

Rating: General

Angst Meter: 😨😨😨😨

You Can’t Surprise Evan Buckley(4,971 words)

Summary: Ten months into their relationship, Eddie has not been able to execute a romantic surprise for Buck. But on Buck's birthday, things are about to change.

Rating: Mature

Angst Meter: 😨

February

Spinning Out (2,326 words)

Summary: The sun always rises in the east and sets in the west. What goes up must always come down. And if Eddie Diaz is in a helicopter with his team, it must fall from the sky.

AKA: Speculation into Eddie's reaction to flying on a chopper with his team into a storm, as per the trailer dropped on February 17th.

Rating: General 

Angst Meter: 😨😨😨😨😨

Precious and Fragile Things (46,918 words)

Summary: Buck is the Fallen Angel of Petty Temptation, who has been tasked with tempting human Eddie Diaz to sin and enjoy life, but just a little. He thinks the job will be easy - get in, get out, go back to Peru to continue messing around with eternity. But when Buck arrives in Los Angeles, he finds Eddie is harder to tempt than expected, and more compelling than Buck had hoped.

AKA the Small Miracles by Olivia Atwater AU that you don’t need to have read Small Miracles to enjoy.

Rating: Teen

Angst Meter: 😨😨😨

March

Loose Threads (3,745 words)

Summary: New to dating and keeping it quiet, Buck and Eddie get a little carried away on a slower shift at the firehouse. But when the alarm eventually sounds, a spur of the moment mistake leaves them a little mixed up.

Rating: Explicit

Angst Meter: 😨

a mouth full of teeth with nothing to sing  (7,060 words)

Summary: Post 07x03, Hen struggles to process the cruise ship rescue and drunk driver call in the midst of ongoing tension with her friends.

Rating: Teen

Angst Meter: 😨😨😨

April

 Pennsylvania Under Me (22,391 words)

Summary: When unexpected circumstances require Buck to travel back to Hershey for the first time in over a decade, Eddie and Chris are right by his side.

Rating: Teen

Angst Meter: 😨😨😨😨

May

Cowboy With A One Track Mind (22,439 words)

Summary: Spin-off Sequel to Evan Buckley & the Coma-Verse of Madness - Chapter 7 (Land):

Grieving and tortured, Evan Buckley has been living alone in Montana in a remote cabin for nearly a decade. After an incident that leaves him missing six months of his life, and suddenly in connection with a group of strangers from Los Angeles, Evan must decide whether to remain in his self-imposed exile, or take a chance at life again.

Rating: Mature

Angst Meter: 😨😨😨😨

change the prophecy (30,150 words)

Summary: Buck has never felt secure in any of his relationships; he’s been searching for someone to see him the way he feels he’s meant to be seen, but after things start going downhill with Tommy, he thinks that person might just not exist. Eddie cannot figure out what’s wrong with him when it becomes clear things with Marisol aren’t going to work out. But what if they’re both forgetting something?

Rating: Mature

Angst Meter: 😨😨😨😨😨

A Lot Like You (14,236 words)

Summary: The dynamics between everyone change when Buck and Eddie have another child and Bobby moves on from the 118.

Affectionately referred to as the "Grandpa Bobby fic"

Rating: General

Angst Meter: 😨😨😨😨

June

i told my future by reading your lips (7,295 words)

Summary: In 2018, on their way to a call at a child beauty pageant, and feeling a little strange, Buck and Eddie are suddenly thrown into a fast-paced look at some key moments from their future. And, what they see? Well it can only lead to one logical conclusion.

Rating: Teen

Angst Meter: 😨😨😨

like a bird stealing bread out from under your nose (21,661 words)

Summary:If you’d asked Eddie back in May what rock bottom looked like, it was his son leaving him. That felt like it; everything ruined so entirely that there was no way to ruin it further.

There’s always more to lose.

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Eddie Diaz breakdown, Season 7 finale fix it fic

Rating: Mature

Angst Meter: 😨😨😨😨

Slow Broil (2,975 words)

Summary: Five times Bobby helped Eddie cook a meal for Buck over the course of their relationship, plus one time Eddie did it all by himself.

Rating: General

Angst Meter: 😨

you could make light (4,171 words)

Summary: When a sudden blackout leaves May and Buck trapped for hours, the two find themselves getting a lot off their chests, and bonding over several important parts of their lives.

Rating: Teen

Angst Meter: 😨😨

are you not the lost and found? (15,764 words)

Summary: In which Bobby has the opportunity to meet an alternate universe version of his daughter, who has lived to adulthood, but her life has not been without its own complications - including their relationship.

Rating: General

Angst Meter: 😨😨😨😨😨

i’ve seen a couple suns that set forever (7,041 words)

Summary: Freshly home from Texas and faced with the prospect of his dad's feelings for Buck, Christopher's abandonment issues surface. A conversation with Bobby, and realizing the parallels between Buck's relationship with Bobby, and his relationship with Buck, gives Chris the perspective he needs.

Rating: General Audiences

Angst Meter: 😨😨😨

July

Jumper Cables (2,396 words)

Summary: Right around the time they're both wrapping up their time at Dispatch, May calls on Eddie for help when her car battery dies and she doesn't have jumper cables. He ends up giving her a boost and talking her through some stress.

Rating: General

Angst Meter: 😨😨

this postcard tells you where we’ve been (3,452 words)

Summary:.Eddie finds a collection of postcards Buck sent to Chris over his summer in El Paso.

Rating: General

Angst Meter: 😨😨😨

I Hold It Like a Grudge (11,665 words)

Summary: Buck and Maddie come into unexpected and unwanted conflict when their parents meet Buck's son for the first time, by surprise, when he is under Maddie's care.

Rating: Teen

Angst Meter: 😨😨😨😨

Steal My Sunshine (30,473 words)

Summary: Memories hazy and unreliable, Eddie Diaz wakes up every morning in a house at the end of a cul de sac, goes to his office job at a petroleum engineering company, and comes home to his wife and son. But something is missing, and the more Eddie begins to put the pieces together, the stranger the predicament he finds himself in.

Rating: Mature

Angst Meter: 😨😨😨

no one can be born too many times (10,114 words)

Summary: When Ravi's younger brother shows up at the station unexpected, the 118 gets a better glimpse into his life, and Ravi gets a better perspective on both his families.

Rating: Teen

Angst Meter: 😨😨😨

If You Can Make the Music (14,878 words)

Summary: Spin-off Sequel to Evan Buckley & the Coma-Verse of Madness - Chapter 5 (Seaside): A year after a whirlwind two week love affair with bartender Buck in Galveston, Texas, Eddie Diaz finds himself coincidentally relocating to the area. But when he attempts to reconnect with Buck, he's in for an unfortunate surprise.

Rating: Mature

Angst Meter: 😨😨😨

treat an opportunity like it’s treating you (12,771 words)

Summary: After losing his leg as a result of the fire engine bombing, Buck is presented with the opportunity to have a service dog donated to him.

Rating: Teen

Angst Meter: 😨😨😨😨

I Always Wanted My Own Spark (5,752  words)

Summary: In 2040, during the midst of a family crisis, Christopher Diaz and his younger brother butt heads.

Rating: Teen

Angst Meter: 😨😨😨😨

August

Jeep Talking (2,252 words)

Summary: A ride in the backseat of Buck's Jeep with Buck and Eddie in the front gives Chim new perspective on his brother-in-law's strange dynamic with his so-called "best friend.' And Chim is sick of them being so oblivious.

Rating: Teen

Angst Meter: 😨

this could be the year for the real thing (8,780 words)

Summary: It's December, 2016 and Chimney is a bit down on his luck. But a chance meeting with Beverly Hills heiress Maddie Buckley, right before her parents' big annual New Year's party, might be just what he's looking for. OR a Madney Cinderella AU.

Rating: Teen

Angst Meter: 😨😨

april love is for the very young (6,269 words)

Summary: May is deeply frustrated with her college roommate. Everything about her. Until a conversation with Hen and Buck makes her rethink what her problem is. (Lesbian!May Grant college rivals to lovers).

Rating: Teen

Angst Meter: 😨

the best endeavor waiting (12,477 words)

Summary: When quarantine puts the 118 on the front lines of the pandemic, Eddie asks Buck and his service dog, Cranberry, to stay with Christopher.

Rating: Mature

Angst Meter: 😨😨😨

Weary Memory (11,872 words)

Summary: After an argument about the circumstances of Bobby's sudden retirement, Buck and Bobby each find themselves inexplicably experiencing one of the other's difficult childhood memories.

Rating: Teen

Angst Meter: 😨😨😨😨

September

Long Death (79,506 words)

Summary: In the summer of 2024, a never before seen form of vampirism breaks out in Los Angeles. Just as Eddie is about to get his son back.

Six months later, Buck's life is permanently changed.

Rating: Explicit

Angst Meter: 😨😨😨😨😨

Clammed Up (11,868 words)

Summary:  Captain Gerrard dies suspiciously at a murder mystery party held at Tommy Kinard's condo, with most of the 118 present. As the case unfolds, Athena finds she no longer knows who among her friends she can trust.

Rating: Teen

Angst Meter: 😨😨😨

Sweet Talk (6,563 words)

Summary: Eddie asks to crash at the loft while Christopher is gone, struggling to be on his own. Only problem? There's only one bed, and no couch.

Rating: Teen

Angst Meter: 😨😨.5?

time likes pulling my teeth (24,349 words)

Summary: Buck is enjoying the last day of a family vacation with Eddie and Christopher. Over and over and over again. And Eddie seems determined to keep it that way. (Buddie Time Loop Fic)

Rating: Mature

Angst Meter: 😨😨😨😨

A Little Wisdom (8,623 words)

Summary: Christopher comes home from Texas and needs his wisdom teeth removed, which leads to a larger discussion on hurt and comfort and needs that Eddie doesn't see coming.

Rating: Teen

Angst Meter: 😨😨😨

watch out, you might get what you’re after (2,272 words)

Summary: Buck unintentionally woos Eddie. And then has a hell of a time processing the way he feels about that.

Rating: Mature

Angst Meter: 😨

October

Late Fines (12,750 words)

Summary: Buck is a children's librarian at the branch closest to Eddie's house. When he gets himself involved in the lives of a cute kid and his handsome single dad, he gets a glimpse of what he wants in life. It might just take a few years to get it.

Rating: Teen

Angst Meter: 😨😨😨

Any Other Way (102,659 words)

Summary: In a switcheroo alternate universe, Buck spends young adulthood in the military, while Eddie, who has no idea Christopher exists, spends his twenties messing around, finally enjoying freedom away from his family’s expectations. When they both end up in Los Angeles, at the 118, some things are different, and others will be the same in any universe.

Rating: Explicit

Angst Meter: 😨😨😨😨

Advice For the Young At Heart (3,630 words)

Summary: Buck and Bobby overhear big news about Eddie. Buck spirals. Bobby talks him through it.

Rating: Teen

Angst Meter: 😨😨

a cold world for such a long life (12,977 words)

Summary: Eddie befriends Bobby's estranged older brother in a virtual support group for queer adults struggling to come out. The only problem? He has no idea that's who Charlie is.

Rating: Teen

Angst Meter: 😨😨😨

 all our bruises beg for a chance (10, 257 words)

Summary: Buck is adjusting to life living with Eddie, Chris, and his service dog Cranberry, when his parents visit for the first time since he lost his leg.

OR:

A Cranberry-verse take on the events of Buck Begins.

Rating: Teen

Angst Meter: 😨😨😨

i just might turn to smoke, but i feel fine (2,957 words)

Summary: A few days before his first date with Buck, Eddie comes to the fire station early to work out and blow off some pent up steam. Only problem? Buck's already there.

Rating: Explicit

Angst Meter: 😨

we won’t look back, we won’t be lost (37,526 words)

Summary: Over six years after the 118 rescued a baby from a pipe, Buck meets that same child again on a different call. And in all that time, she never found a home.

OR:

Buck adopts Pipe Baby while Eddie waits for Christopher to come home.

Rating: Teen

Angst Meter: 😨😨😨

November

we all assume the worst the best we can (6,059 words)

Summary: When a rescue goes wrong, Buck and Bobby are trapped, while Eddie and Chim scramble to save them.

Rating: Teen

Angst Meter: 😨😨😨😨

December

go and kill, go and die (59,935 words)

Summary: The 118 are a group of survivors in a small California town in the wake of a zombie apocalypse. For months they've been isolated and safe. But the arrival of some new players, the search for some missing loved ones, will shake everything up and put their little team in jeopardy.

Rating: Mature

Angst Meter: 😨😨😨😨

take what the water gave me (20,701words)

Summary: New transfer to the 118, Eddie Diaz, has a secret. And upon getting to know his coworker, Buck, who is also hiding something, he begins to suspect their secret is the same. He's wrong.

Rating: Mature

Angst Meter: 😨😨😨

Promising Light (20,145 words)

Summary: Buck and Eddie fall asleep drunk and in separate rooms after the night of Buck and Tommy's breakup. They wake up seven years later, in an unfamiliar future, only to find out that they're married.

Rating: Mature

Angst Meter: 😨😨😨

No pressure tagging @pantsaretherealheroes @goldenbcnes @aroeddiediaz

@theotherbuckley @tizniz @steadfastsaturnsrings @diazsdimples

@mangacat201 @wellcollapse @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @kultiras

@wildlife4life @adarkermiserablecrow @epicbuddieficrecs @diazheartsbuckley @kwills91

@watchyourbuck @buddieswhvre @your-catfish-friend @l0v3t0hat3y0u @lyricfulloflight

@theautumnbard @lightningmcqueer8 @nibblyssacrifice @swiftiefirefighters

[lyricalt]

sniperspy fic inspired by the comic ending ?

Thought I was done posting fic for the year, but I had a quick one in me. :)

rated g, obvious comic spoilers

+++

It is, actually, not Sniper’s first time at Scout’s rather large house in the middle of American suburbia. The poor fella’s racking up more divorces than Sniper can fit bullets in the old SMG these days, and every now and then Sniper will pop in to for a commiserating beer or the newest wedding invite. Either way, Scout’s always in good spirits, and it never hurts to check on the guy and the little ones every once in a while. 

Scout greets him with a rough hug and several thumps on the back before pulling him the rest of the way into the house. They attempt to catch up, but that never lasts too long before Scout is whisked back into parenting duties. His brisk footfalls to prevent the latest kid-related disaster are familiar. Sniper watches Scout disappear back into the kitchen, hollering about the stove, and he can hear other recognizable voices echoing through the hallway. 

Well, that’ll be where the party is then.

Because old habits never quite die, Sniper takes a quick glance into every open room he passes; number of exits, windows, obstacles, cover, bodies. One in particular catches his attention, sitting on the living room couch. He grins.

“Now there’s a face I haven’t seen in a while,” Sniper says, walking in. It’s a bit of a lie, a bit of the truth. 

Spy turns his head. He doesn’t seem surprised, probably already knew Sniper was there from the moment he arrived in the van. 

Sniper has never seen Spy look so much at ease, despite all the little Scout-eyed tykes crawling over him. There’s something different, less tension in the eyes despite the new crows feet at the corners, and Sniper’s seen Spy’s type of deadly calmness countless times in the middle of battle, unruffled and focused. This is different.

It takes a moment, but Sniper realizes he’s never seen Spy content. This might come close. 

“You look well,” Spy says when Sniper stops in front of him. It sounds like he means it, and Sniper is inclined to agree. 

“Been alright on my end,” Sniper says. He doesn’t mean to stare but he hasn’t lied; it has been a very long time since he’s seen that face. “I see you’ve passed on the mantle.”

It’s hard to ignore little Princess Tanya wearing the mask. She’s apparently taken her promotion to princess assassin to heart and tips Spy over in a rather decent headlock he’s sure Scout has taught her to do.

“And just in time,” Spy grunts, but gamely makes a show of dying very dramatically, to the wild cheers of all five children. 

Grinning, Sniper reaches over, putting two fingers to Spy’s wrist. The pulse is steady and strong, but Sniper declares him dead anyway. “Looks like y’got him, Miss Tanya.”

“Yes! Now lets bring him back!”

Many children start performing chest compressions on Spy. Sniper is more than happy to leave Spy under the attentive care of so many enthusiastic medics without interfering any more. He can actually hear Demoman from the other room, and Sniper is eager to see the rest of the team.

“We’ll catch up later,” Spy says, voice rattling with the pounding of several tiny fists against him. He opens one eye to look up at him.

Sniper grins. “Give us a shout if you need back up. You already know my fees.”

Spy shuts his eyes, back to playing dead. Out of sight from the children, his middle finger shoots up.

+++

Dinner’s a delightful riot. Sniper’s warm and comfortable after a couple of glasses of wine and a few more friendly kisses under a traveling sprig of mistletoe that keeps getting tossed around. Scout’s managed to wrangle half the kids to bed. The other half are beginning to show signs of sleepiness. It won’t be long before all the adults will follow suit, but for now they’ve all drifted into smaller groups to have quieter conversations. Even Soldier, as loud as he can get, seems to have learned the value of letting small children sleep through the night.

Sniper stands from his chair, stretching as he does. Joints crack. He glances at Spy, whose wine glass has long been empty.

Now’s a good time as any to catch up, he supposes.

“Smoko?” he asks and tips his head, gesturing outside.

Spy gives him a look, a flicker of some interest. “Yes.”

They go down the hallway. Sniper stops just before the front door to turn towards a portrait. “That her?”

Spy doesn’t need to know what he means. There’s a small smile when he says, “Yes.”

“Cute.”

Spy snorts, opening the front door. “I certainly thought so. Still do.”

They step outside. Spy doesn’t go out with his long coat, which means it’ll only be a quick smoke, and nothing else. The porch light is bright, the neighborhood quiet. When Sniper peers up at the sky, the stars are dim and faint, not like being in the secluded parts of the wilderness.

Spy holds out a cigarette for him. “Yours, if you’ve got the light.”

Sniper grins. “I don’t.”

Spy’s brow raises. “You don’t smoke anymore.”

“Oh, I’ll have a cig every now and then,” Sniper says, taking it. He puts the cigarette between his lips and notes the brand is different from Spy’s usual. Or, well, different from Spy’s usual RED rations. “Only really did it to steady the nerves back then, or if there was someone else to pilfer from.”

Spy pauses, digging through his pockets. 

“Hm,” he says, taking out his lighter. He clicks up a flame, close to Sniper’s cigarette. “Apologies for encouraging bad habits.”

Sniper takes Spy’s wrist anyway. He brings the lighter closer.

“Wasn’t a bad habit,” Sniper mumbles, angling his head. He inhales, the end of the cigarette glowing. When he exhales, he can see his warm breath swirl over Spy’s knuckles in the cold air.

The pulse in Spy’s wrist doesn’t jump. Sniper ought to declare the man dead.

“Such a shame you didn’t flirt like this years ago,” Spy says, eyes crinkling. More crows feet at the corners.

“Was on the job,” Sniper sighs. “Weren't too good at flirtin’ neither.”

Spy snaps the lighter close. Sniper lets go of his wrist. 

“Could you imagine if we did?” Spy chuckles, keeping his hand up. He deftly plucks the cigarette from Sniper’s mouth. Puts it in his own to take a puff.

Sniper glances up at the sky rather than watch Spy. Turns out he still needs the nicotine to steady the nerves after all. This is why he can’t quite kick the habit. “Yeah. I can.”

The cigarette gets put back between his lips. This time, Spy’s smoky exhale drifts across Sniper’s neck, picked up by the night chill. He can also blame the chill for Spy’s ruddy cheeks but instinct tells him that if he grabs Spy’s wrist again, curls two fingers over the pulse point, there might’ve been the smallest of jumps in that steady rhythm. Wishful thinking, but it’s Smissmas. 

They finish the rest of the cigarette together.

[avocadopepito]

Pool duel w/Hangman

Hi ! Sooo it's my very first time on this app, and also maybe one of my first draft in full english. It's not my native language so if there's some mistakes or syntax inconsistencies, I'm sorry for it. Be free to give me advice or even ideas of what you would like to read !

Enjoy <3

Pov : Y/N and her teammates decompress at The hard Deck's bar after an intense training session in the air. They were in a pair, and as usual, Hangman wanted to show off during the exercise, leaving Y/N and Payback in the lurch.

Rooster x Reader

The Hard Deck was alive with the buzz of laughter and chatter, the jukebox belting out classic rock tunes that mingled with the clinking of glasses. Y/N leaned against the bar, her arms crossed as she sipped her beer, trying to ignore the ever-present voice of Hangman echoing through the room. Phoenix stood beside her, tossing a peanut into her mouth and rolling her eyes at Hangman’s antics.

“I swear, he’s got a special talent for making everything about himself,” Phoenix muttered, loud enough for Y/N to hear but not so loud that Hangman could catch it.

Y/N smirked. “You’d think he’d be tired after pulling all those stunts during training. But no, he’s just warming up.”

Across the bar, Hangman was holding court, his grin as wide as his ego. “I’m just saying, if you’re gonna keep up with me, you’ve gotta think faster. That’s what flying’s all about—quick decisions, sharp instincts. Right, Payback?”

Payback rolled his eyes but kept his cool, leaning back in his chair. “Whatever you say, Hangman.”

“Whatever I say is right,” Hangman quipped, flashing a cocky smile at Y/N. “Isn’t that right, Y/N? You and Payback barely made it out of that last exercise without my help.”

Y/N’s jaw tightened, but she kept her composure. “Maybe next time you can focus less on showing off and more on teamwork, Bagman” she shot back, earning a chuckle from Phoenix.

Hangman’s grin widened. “Teamwork’s great and all, but let’s be real—it’s about who’s got the skill to stand out. Speaking of skills, how about a little pool? Unless you’re afraid to lose again.”

Phoenix nudged Y/N. “Go for it. Wipe that smirk off his face.”

Rooster, sitting nearby with a drink in hand, gave Y/N an encouraging nod. “You’ve got this, sweetheart.”

Y/N set her drink down and strolled to the pool table, picking up a cue with an air of nonchalance. “Alright, Hangman. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

***

The game started, and Y/N deliberately missed her shots, her expression carefully neutral. Hangman’s confidence grew with every ball he sunk, his taunts growing bolder.

“Come on, Y/N. I thought you’d at least make this interesting,” he said, leaning on his cue with a smug grin.

Y/N’s lips twitched into a small smile. “Oh, don’t worry. I will.”

The room seemed to pause as Y/N straightened up and lined up her next shot. With precise, practiced movements, she began clearing the table, one ball after another finding his mark. Hangman’s grin faltered, then disappeared entirely as Y/N sank the final ball with a flourish.

The bar erupted in cheers and applause. Phoenix whooped, her and Y/N high-fiving. “That’s my girl!”

Rooster was on his feet, a proud smile lighting up his face. “You never cease to amaze me, sweetheart.” Rooster then kisses Y/N, to the whistling and applause of the bar crowd.

Hangman’s expression was a mix of disbelief and irritation as he tried to recover. “Alright, alright. Guess you had it in you after all.” Y/N handed him the cue with a sly smile. “Guess you’ll think twice before underestimating me again.”

The rest of the team laughed, their camaraderie filling the bar as Hangman’s ego took a well-deserved hit. Y/N take a sip of her beer, her spirits lifted by the victory and the pride in his eyes. For tonight, the Hard Deck was theirs, and she was exactly where she belonged.

***

Later that night, Y/N is sitting at the bar, alone, watching the bar continue to come alive. Rooster approaches her and leaned in close , his voice low and warm. “That was incredible. I’ve seen you fly, but seeing you hustle him like that? I’m impressed.”

Y/N chuckled, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Wait. Is that means you're not impressed when I fly ?"

“That's not what I'm saying.”

She laugh “It’s all about strategy. Let him think he’s got the upper hand, then strike.”

He grinned, brushing a strand of hair from her face “Remind me to never play pool against you.”

“Oh, come on,” she teased, nudging him lightly. “I’d go easy on you. Maybe.”

“Maybe?” he echoed, leaning closer. “You’re dangerous, Y/N.”

“And you like it,” she shot back with a playful glint in her eye.

Rooster's grin turned mischievous, his voice dropping even lower. “Oh, I do. Especially when you’re bossy. Maybe you could show me how you handle a stick later—might learn to you a thing or two tonight.”

Y/N felt her cheeks heat, but she refused to back down, narrowing her eyes at him with a smirk. “Careful, Bradshaw. Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

Rooster chuckled, the sound melting into the lively atmosphere of the bar. Later that night, Rooster kept his promise...

[ihaznoclue]

Hi there! I see you’re open for requests.

May I request HCs of Bulkhead, Breakdown and Arcee with a Cybertronian![Reader] who’s ruthless in martial arts? They rarely use their canons (unless for emergencies) and mostly do close combat at the enemy.

Pairings -> Bulkhead, Breakdown, Arcee x Cybertronian Reader

Warnings -> None?

Note -> Reader is more into close combat fights as they rarely use their cannons to fight

Genre -> Fluff

Bulkhead

Super impressive by your combat skills

You remind him on breakdown in some way where he uses his hammer in close combat by you were more like a punchy kind of bot

First time meeting bulkhead, he sort of didn't trust you at first which is underdstandable

But in the field of fighting cons you went all out with your ruthlessness

Your skills were flawless as you knocked every single con down that stood in your way

That was the time he had respect for you as you two become best buds

Bulkhead now always wants to see you in battle so he volunteers to go with you

He just wants to see you in combat because he thinks your cool

Breakdown

Breakdown wouldn't be too impressive at first since he kind of does the same thing but sometimes he shoots his cannon from his shoulder

Breakdown is the type to let you handle things sometimes because he wants to see if you can handle some fighting on your own

He realises that you were stronger than you look

You loved to fight in close action instead of being all the way over there

You would always be the first one to get into the fights

Dodging all the autobots shooting cannons

Breakdown must of estimated you but he now has respect for you

Now you were now the bot who tags along with knockout and breakdown on missions

Arcee

Shes like bulkhead but more stricter

She wouldn't trust you at first but in time she would realises that you were actually quite good at fighting in your own sense of style

She would sometimes watch closely at you on how you fight when training with bulkhead or bumblebee

Your movements being ruthless and strong when in close combat

Shes impressive by you

Even on the battle field she would always make sure that you are still fighting the cons

She would have your back sometimes by shooting some cons that you might of missed

But she knew you got it in the bag

Your strong and worthy

So shes trusts you now

Seeming that she now knows you on the right team instead of the cons

-A<3

[kawoala]

hi meeya! for the mini event: 40 and omi <3 tysm!! and congrats on 600!

THANK U!!!

song: i miss you, i’m sorry, gracie abrams

headcannon:

all throughout high school, you had loved kiyoomi. it didn’t matter that he was closed off and sometimes a little mean to people— you still loved him. he was smart and he was funny in that sarcastic kind of way and you loved it. watching him play volleyball was one of your favorite past times. and then you’d both graduated and things got a little more complicated. he got picked to be on a semi professional volleyball team, which required more of his time than refular high school volleyball. while it caused quite a few arguments, you understood. or, you tried to, at least. in the end, he’d decided to break things off with you. it was awful and it was horrible and, for the first time in four years, he cried in front of you. but you both went on to live your lives. you graduated college, and he went on to be a professional volleyball player. you would see his face on bill boards, watch tiktoks on your for you page titled “sakusa moments that make me blush” and you were fine with it. until you ran into him in your local grocery store and all the memories from high school flooded your mind. for a hot moment, you had both just atared at each other. you wondered if he was reliving the past in that moment, too.

TLDR; you and kiyoomi break up, but then run into each other and surprise! the love is still there

[bullet-prooflove]

Hello! Could I please request the prompt "Please, tell me what to do." for Wes Mitchell ❤️

Tagging: @kmc1989 @mckinleysbones @district447 @witchygagirl

Companion piece to:

One Night - Wes asks if he can stay the night while he finds a place in Budapest.

Think About It - Wes asks you to think about his offer.

Push - Wes realises he's pushed you too hard.

You’re on the couch when Wes lets himself into the apartment, you’re wearing those cute little pyjama shorts, the ones he tugged off when he was going down on you the night before he left for Madrid. His t-shirt is draped over them, clinging to your form in a way that makes Wes want to strip it right off you because a week without you, it’s just too much.

He leaves his duffle bag by the door as he steps towards you. You tilt your head up to meet his gaze and he remembers the letter he left, the one that’s caused all this friction between the two of you.

“I shouldn’t have pushed you.” He says as he sits down on the couch beside you. “I’m sorry, I just… I forget that you’re not like me, that everyone’s recovery is different…”

He trails off because he can’t find the words to explain any further. The marks of his history are seared into his skin, years of bad foster parents and juvenile delinquency and the mental ones…

Well, he was seven shades of fucked up long before the FBI got it’s hooks into him.

“I should have been honest with you when you first turned up on my doorstep.” You say quietly as you angle your body towards him, your arm coming to rest on the back of the couch. “I just… I didn’t want you to think I was broken-”

“You’re not broken.” Wes asserts, his hand coming to rest on your forearm, his thumb tracing over the tattoo of a constellation etched into your skin. “A little banged up maybe.”

The edges of your mouth tip up into a grim smile and the knot in his chest loosens just a little as your gaze flickers up to meet his.

“This thing with the Fly Team, I appreciate it but I’m not ready to put myself into a position where I can experience something like that again.” You tell him, your fingers entwining with his. “Seeing those girls chained up like that, starved to death in that storage container, it eviscerated me and I’m not in a place where I can jump back in just yet. I don’t know if I ever will be and I’m sorry if that disappoints you-”

“Antonia,” Wes interrupts you, his grip on your hand tightening. “There is no way on this earth that you could ever disappoint me. If you need time, take the time, if you need space, I’m happy to give you as much or as little as you need. If me being here is stressing you out, you just need to say the word and I’m gone. You just tell me what you want me to do and I will do it.”

“And if I want you to stay?” You ask him.

“Then I’ll stay.” He tells you, his lips brushing over the underside of your wrist. “I’ll stay for as long as you’ll have me.”

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