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Drunken Love
Jack Russell x Reader
Summary: After a night of drinking with a new friend, Jack comes home after having more to drink than he could handle, and you take care of him A/N: I had just recently watched this short film (even though it came out in October oops) and I let me just say Jack is definitely going to be my new hyper fixated character along with Moonknight now
You were buried up in a blanket on your couch while hallmark movies played on the TV. You let out a soft sigh and glanced at the clock. 12:51 AM. You didnât know why you were worrying so much. Jack had told you he was going out for drinks with his new friendâŚJake was it? You couldâve sworn he said a Steven as well, but you couldnât recall. You knew he was fine, but it was such a cold night and all you wanted to do was cuddle up with your boyfriend.
KNOCK KNOCK.
Your head perked up from where you were laying at the sudden noise.
âAmooooor? ÂżEstĂĄs aquĂ? Mi Amoooooorrrrrâ
You could hear his slurred call from behind the door and you could instantly tell that your boyfriend way overestimated his drinking tolerance. You got up from the couch and quickly went to open the door to reveal Jack, who stunk of alcohol. His face lit up into a bright smile at the sight of you.
âAmor!â Jack exclaimed. His arms swung out wrapped them around your waist while his head took its usual spot it the crook of your neck. You could hear him inhale you sent and let out a satisfied hum. âYou smell so sweeeeet mi amor, me encanta tanto.â He slurred into your neck.
While he clung onto you, he managed to close the door behind the both of you and lead him to the living room, where you had been laying moment ago.
âHoney how much have you had to drink?â You questioned curiously as you sat the both of you down. Jack began to place soft kisses on your neck mummering incoherent words as he trailed the kisses down to your chest. âJack,â you placed a hand under his chin and removed his lips away from you skin so you could lift his head up to look at his face, âhow much did you drink?â
âMmmm Jake changed me to a drinking game at the barâŚI, I definently beat him but he says he won.â Jack said with a slight pout, and you couldnât help but let out a soft laugh. You ran your free hand through his salt and pepper colored hair and gave him a little scratch behind his ear, making his eyes flutter close with pleasure.
You leaned you lips to his forehead and placed a kiss upon it before declaring, âJack Iâm going to get you some water to drink and then we are both going to bed, youâre going to be exhausted in the morning. Stay here, okay?â You got up and began walking over to the kitchen. Though as you entered the room, you heard footsteps trail behind you. You turned your head to see Jack stumbling your way trying to catch up with you. âHoney why didnât you stay on the couch?â
Jack was once again sliding his arms around your waist, placing his head on your shoulder. âI missed you.â
âItâs been literally 10 seconds.â
âNo, you left me on the couch forever.â
âIf you say so sweetheart.â You shook your head and smiled to yourself. Carefully, you dragged Jack with you to the cabinet and grabbed a glass. Then, you maneuvered over to the sink and filled the glass up with water.
âOkay time to go to the bedroom, love.â You said as Jack stayed attached to you as you led him around.
âOooo amor those are my favorite words~â Jack whispered into your ear, and you rolled your eyes.
âNot tonight, Jack.â You scolded as you brought the both of you into your bedroom. You leaned toward the nightstand to place down the water before forcefully detaching Jack from yourself so you could get him onto the bed. You sat him up against the headboard and while you turned to grab the water, he began to take off his shirt.
âItâs too hot in here.â He whined while struggling to get his shirt over his head. Once he finally got it off, you moved the cup of water to his mouth.
âCâmon love you need to drink up. It will cool you off.â Thankfully, Jack listened to your instructions, taking a few gulps out of the glass you held for him. When finished, you placed the glass back onto the table where it was before, next to the bottle of aspirin you left there for the morning. You yawned as you walked over to the other side of the bed while Jack fumbled off his belt and pants.
You climbed into the bed and situated yourself under the covers, Jack following suit. He was quick to curl up into you, placing his head in the crook of your neck just as he had done before. Once again, he had been mummering sweet nothings to you as he kissed your neck. It only took a few more minutes before the kisses stopped and soft snores filled the room.
âBuenas noches, mi amor.â You whispered before letting yourself drift off into a peaceful sleep as well.
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the grid: when the media says something insane...
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req: Hi, I'd like to request a blurb about the drivers reacting to reader being talked bad about from an interviewer. Scenario-Interviewer: "Do you think the reason you lost today's race is because 'y/n' was here and had something to do with it?"
featuring: Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris, Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, Alex Albon, Franco Colapinto, Logan Sargeant, Daniel Riccardo, Liam Lawson, Charles LeClerc, Carlos Sainz, Arthur LeClerc, Ollie Bearman, Max Verstappen, Paul Aron, Jack Doohan.
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Oscar Piastri: makes the interviewer feel dumb asf
âAnd how do you feel about the DNF today, knowing that it's breaking your record of competing in every lap so far this year? Is there any specific reason as to why you mightâve made that mistake? I did see some new faces in the garage today,â Danica asked.
Oscar frowned. âWhat are you trying to say?â
âI was just wondering if you count your partner, Y/n, as a bad luck charm now. This is her first Grand Prix, isnât it?âÂ
He actually laughed in her face. âDo you seriously believe in shit like that?â he chuckled. âAnd no, itâs not her first, nor will it be her last.â
Danica stood, embarrassed.Â
âDo you have any other questions?â he asked, polite as ever. She didnât respond. âThanks for the joke anyway, that was actually quite funny,â Oscar added as he moved onto the next interview, a bright smile on his face despite the poor race result.
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Lando Norris: insults the interviewer
âAnd how do you feel about the DNF today, knowing that it's cementing your loss in the Driverâs Championship? Is there any specific reason as to why you mightâve made that mistake? I did see some new faces in the garage today,â Danica asked.
He stared at her for a moment, trying to compose himself. âIf youâre talking about my girlfriend, Iâd suggest you just come out and say it, Danica.â
âAlright then, do you see her as a bad luck charm now? Considering this is her first race, if Iâm right,â she asked outright. Jenson rolled his eyes beside her as Martin just chuckled.Â
âNot at all, sheâs here to support me and Iâd much rather have her here for a day like today than a win. Itâs called a support system Danica, Iâm aware of the fact that youâre not a fan of those, but some of us actually benefit from caring about other people. And another thing, all of my bad races, youâve been there. Maybe youâre the bad luck charm,â his voice cut through the tension in the cold Las Vegas air like a knife, and Jenson and Martin just started laughing as Danica stood there dumbfounded. âMaybe I should ask Sky to not bring you around as much.âÂ
He handed the microphone back and continued on with his day, then posted this later:Â
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landonorris: idc if ur bad luck ur too sexy to let go of đĽ´
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Lewis Hamilton: protective much?
âItâs Y/nâs first race in years, and yet you DNF for the first time in months, do you want to give us some insight to that?â Danica asked.Â
Lewisâs eyebrow raised and an annoyed smile made its way onto his face. âWhat are you saying right now?â
âWell, itâs just strange that her first race in years, 2 to be exact, is the one you donât finish.â
âAre you trying to insinuate that sheâs bad luck or something?âÂ
âIs that what you believe her to be?âÂ
âFuck no,â he scoffed. âSheâs my wife, is what she is. Iâm grateful that sheâs here. I love to share my love of motorsport with my wife, and I donât feel sorry for the media that she's been preoccupied with being pregnant and busy to be here for the last 2 years. I love having her come and support me, and Iâm happy that I didnât finish the fucking race, I get more time with my family now. I cannot believe you enjoy making shitty headlines like this. Danica, maybe just stick to fucking driving.â
With that, he walked away, and later made this post:
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lewishamilton: my good luck charms xx
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George Russell: flabbergasted that someone would have the audacityÂ
âSorry about the result today George, do you feel like external factors made it more difficult for todayâs race?â Danica questioned.Â
âYâknow, itâs been pretty tough all year with the car but it really felt like we pulled back to the top today, and it was just a shame that Lando went wide and pushed me into the gravel,â he shrugged.
âAnd you donât see your girlfriend as a bad luck charm? It is her first race, right?â
He death-stared her for a moment. âAre you fucking kidding me?â
âWell, we just wanted to know how you react to knowing that itâs her first race and itâs also the race you DNFed in.â
âI donât have a reaction,â he scoffed. âYour headlines are going to be written anyway, it doesnât matter what I say. I donât see her as bad luck or whatever rubbish youâre going to paint this as, and I donât really care what you think about it. Anyway, itâs not like you have the monopoly on perfect races, Danica.âÂ
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Kimi Antonelli: awkward and insultedÂ
âSorry about the result today Kimi, do you feel like distractions made it more difficult for todayâs race?â Danica questioned.Â
âUmmâŚâ he trailed off, looking at George confused. George shook his head, silently telling him not to answer. âI donât know what you mean?âÂ
âWell there were external factors, obviously, but also your girlfriend was in the paddock for the first time this weekend, correct?â
He nodded.Â
âSo do you see her as some sort of bad luck charm, or something?â
He pulled a face of disgust for a split second. âNo, not at all. She went to every single one of my F2 races so I donât see how she could have been bad luck here when she was not bad luck there,â he shrugged.Â
âSo sheâs not bad luck?âÂ
He chuckled awkwardly. âN-no. Like I say, she was at every one of my F2 races. I think she is lucky, if anything.âÂ
He walked away confused as George reassured him that they were just fishing for headlines and to ânot give them the time of dayâ. He was slightly worried that you would think you were a bad luck charm and quickly found you and showed you that you werenât.
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Alex Albon: shocked.Â
âSorry about the race today Alex, do you feel like distractions made it more difficult for todayâs race?â Danica questioned.Â
âUmm,â he kind of chuckled. âI donât think so? I mean it was so wet so Iâm not shocked that I went off.â
âBut in the garage, do you think you wouldâve been more focused if your girlfriend hadnât been there?â
He just stared at her with a slightly shocked smile as she held the microphone to his face. âDid you actually just ask that?â
She didnât answer, just nodding.Â
âWell, why donât we think back to every other race sheâs been at this year. Monaco, Canada, Silverstone, Austria, and Baku, which were all my best races this season, apart from maybe Canada.â
âYes, but today she was-â
âIn the garage, the same as she always is. Wow, youâll really do anything for a headline.â
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Franco Colapinto: Sassy asfÂ
âSorry about the crash today, glad to see youâre ok Franco. Do you think this weekend has been a bit more difficult because of distractions or something new being in a paddock? We saw that it was your girlfriend's first GP this weekend, could she have anything to do with it?â Danica asked.Â
He did a double take, staring at her. âÂżQuĂŠ? Is that really what you think?âÂ
She shrugged. âItâs only a question.â
âItâs a stupid question,â he scoffed. âÂżPor quĂŠ traerĂa mala suerte? She has been at every race so far and I havenât seen anyone complaining.â (Why would she be bad luck?)
âSo sheâs not bad luck?â
He laughed. âDo I have to repeat things 3 times for you to understand?â
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Logan Sargeant: angry
âSorry about the result today Logan, do you feel like distractions made it more difficult for todayâs race?â Danica questioned.Â
He stared at her, then pushed the mic away from him. âIâm not answering stupid fucking questions about my girlfriend.â
And he walked off. And posted this laterâŚ
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logansargeant: let's not bring my girlfriend into this, yeah?
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Daniel Riccardo: plays it off.Â
âSorry about the end of the race today Danny, do you feel like distractions made it more difficult for todayâs race?â Danica questioned.Â
He laughed, thinking she was joking. His eyes widened when he realised she wasnât. âYou think I canât race because my girlfriend is in the back of the garage?â
âIt is her first GP, correct?âÂ
He chuckled. âNo, no itâs not. Sheâs always there, and anyways, Iâm in the car, itâs not like I have all the time in the world to stare at her ass or something,â he smiled. âI know sheâs beautiful but I donât exactly see her when Iâm going to the straight at 200 kilometres an hour.â
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Liam Lawson: sassy man apocalypseÂ
âSorry about the end of the race today Liam, do you feel like distractions made it more difficult for todayâs race?â Danica questioned.Â
âWhat do you mean?â he asked, confused about the question.Â
âYour girlfriend was here for the first time, could she be a bad luck charm for the team?â
âI donât think she is but I do know that your interviews make me feel pretty fucking unlucky,â he scoffed before walking off.Â
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Charles LeClerc: laughs in their face
âCharles, what do you think about the people saying that Y/n is bad luck in the garage?â
He started laughing and didnât stop for about a minute. He was as bad as Lando, to the point that Carlos had to actually walk him off the fan stage. He came back on, teary-eyed and smiling. âI think itâs quite funny.â
âEvidently,â Carlos scoffed.Â
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Carlos Sainz: âŚ
âCarlos, what do you think about the people saying that Y/n is bad luck in the garage?â Danica asked.
âWhat people are saying that?â he asked.Â
âThe media,â she answered.Â
âWell they always have bullshit to say. Iâm just surprised they had the balls to go after my wife,â he scoffed. âTheyâll be hearing from my lawyers.â
âThat sounds extreme-â
âItâs defamation of character and sheâs my wife. Nothing is extreme.âÂ
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Arthur LeClerc: Wonât answer
âSorry about the race today Arthur, do you think there are other factors, such as distractions, that messed up your race?â
âWhat a stupid question, no,â he scoffed before walking away.Â
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Ollie Bearman: insulted
"Sorry about your race today Ollie, do you think that your partner Y/n being here might be a bad omen?"
He stared at her. "No. Why would she be?"
"It's her first GP and you DNF, if that's not bad luck I'm not sure what is."
"That's pretty rude," he scoffed. "Don't bring my girlfriend into this."
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Max Verstappen: guysâŚ
"Sorry about your race today Max, do you think that your partner Y/n being here might be a bad omen?"
He stared at her, his eyes dark. "Fuck off."
"Excuse me?"
"That's bullshit, don't bring my family into this. If I have a bad race, I have a bad race, that's just how it goes. She isn't bad luck, she isn't for you to make headlines about and she's not here to just be a good omen. She's my partner and she's here to support me, that's it."
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Paul Aron: laughs in their faceâŚ
"How do you feel about the result to day, do you think things could've been different if someone wasn't distracting you?"
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"We saw your race engineer giving out to you and your partner Y/n for distracting you. Do you think she might now be a bad luck charm?"
He scoffed, laughing in her face. "Bullshit, someone turned into me and I didn't have enough time to react. Your headline can be about that, keep my girlfriend out of this."
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Jack Doohan: so normal about it! (...)
âSorry about the race today Jack, do you think there are other factors, such as distractions, that messed up your race?â
He knew what they were trying to say. âDo you want to just say what you want to say to my face?âÂ
She was taken aback. âDo you think Y/n is a bad luck charm?â
He scoffed. âYouâre seriously fishing for headlines when someone couldâve been seriously injured? Thatâs pathetic. And another thing, sheâs not a fucking bad luck charm, sheâs my partner, sheâs not just a headline for you to fuck with.â
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navigation for my blog :) (masterlist)
#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#formula 1 x you#formula one imagine#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri#oscar piastri x you#formula one x reader#formula 1#formula one#oscar piastri x fem!reader#f1 fluff#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc imagine#daniel riccardo x reader#max verstappen x you#max verstappen x reader#alex albon x reader#george russell x reader#george russell#lando norris x you#f1#arthur leclerc x reader#liam lawson x reader#paul aron x reader#logan sargeant x reader#franco colapinto x reader#ollie bearman x reader#jack doohan x reader
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PROMPTLIST [REQUESTS OPEN] | F1
masterlist
⼠I made a promplist in case people wanted to request something, but aren't sure what to :) ⼠Just let me know the numbers you've chosen, which driver(s) you want it to be about & if you want fluff or smut (or both) & I'll try to write it asapđ (im open to write a lot of types of pairing, like f.e. f!reader, m!reader, driver x driver or maybe even a threesome or foursome, whatever you like)
âĽwhich drivers can you request? lando norris, oscar piastri, daniel ricciardo, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, alex albon, george russell, logan sargeant, pierre gasly, oliver bearman, franco colapinto, max verstappen, liam lawson, kimi antonelli, jack doohan
âŹď¸ Down here you can find a list with either fluff, smut, angsty prompts out of which you can choose (feel free to combine)
PROMPTLIST (smut&fluff)
"use my thigh"
"if you wanted to see me naked this bad, all you had to do was ask"
"like what you see?"
"don't be shy, touch me"
"keep your eyes on me, love"
"Can you be good for me?"Â
"It's so hot when you talk like that."Â
"if you keep looking at me like that, we won't make it to the bedroom"
"but what about the cameras?" - "they can't see us from this angle, if you stay still"
"you look su fucking hot right now"
"you have no idea what you do to me"
"do you wish it was *name* touching you right now?"
"youâre fucking soaked"
"Care to join me?"
"Do you like it when I talk like that?"Â
âtouch yourself, i want to watch"
"you can practice on me"
"fucking hell, if I knew you were this good, I would have gotten you on your knees earlier"
"Do you have any idea how many times I thought about you.. with my hand down my pants.."
"let them know you're mine"
"you want me, don't you?"
"don't make me say it"
"I..uh.." - "I have never done this before"
"We can take things slow if you want?"
"We don't have to have a label, if you don't want to"
"i didn't realize I was in love with you until it was too late to stop"
"okay, maybe I have a crush on you! So what?"Â
"we shouldn't do this"
"Leave me alone." - "Don't say things you don't mean"Â
"i donât want anyone else."
"what does this make us?"
"Do you really think itâs so crazy to feel that way about me?"
"nobody can know about this, okay?"
"I think about you all the time."
"Are you blushing?! Thatâs adorable."
"you're so cute"
"So.. this is the part where we kiss, right?"
"I never thought you'd feel the same?"
"Did you just kiss me to shut me up?"
"I donât want him/her. I want you."
"is that my shirt/hoodie/jacket?"
"My eyes are up here, babygirl:
"Jealous? Me? Pff.. absolutely not" - "Okay.. fine.. I am jealous. Happy now?"
"I'm not jealous, it's just that you belong to me"
"God, I am so in love with you"
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that"
"But.. I thought you said you didn't feel the same"
"For my sanity, i think we should start dating"
"Do you even need to ask?"
"I don't think I can explain it either, but yeah. Yeah, I do."
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#lando norris#pierre gasly#oscar piastri#charles leclerc#f1#alex albon#max verstappen#f1 fanfic#smut#formula 1#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#formula 1 smut#op81#mclaren#red bull racing#formula one#oliver bearman#franco colapinto#george russell#kimi antonelli#jack doohan#carlos sainz#daniel ricciardo#liam lawson#fluff#f1 grid#f1 grid x reader#f1 imagines#ln4
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Hey Rose.
Yesterday was my birthday and I was gonna check in with you, but got caught up in some stuff.
Anyway, can I ask for a Jack Russell x Reader platonic fluff fanfic?
Hey DJđ Happy Belated Birthday Dayđ���đđđđđđđđĽłđĽłđĽłđI hope you had a good birthday yesterdayđĽłI'm doing good, by the wayđđ Request wise, I will work on a fanfic with Jack Russell (aka Werewolf By Night), however for you I may end up writing the reader as gender neutral reader (I still will write the reader as yn in sider the fanfic)đđAnyways, since your birthday was yesterday, I might write atleast a little bit more than you requestedđđ
đđşYour Birthday Surprise From Jackđşđ(Jack Russell, aka, Werewolf By Night x Gender Neutral Reader)
Genres: Platonic Fluff, Birthday Platonic Fluff, and Surprise Birthday Fluff
While you were grocery shopping you couldn't help wondering why Jack Russell was letting you go shopping by yourself. You thought it was unlike him to let you go by yourself, aside from hero duties that he needed to do. You knew he was up to something, however you still couldn't figure out why he just had you go to the grocery store without him, because it was unusual of him to do so, especially on his free time with you.
When you got home from grocery shopping, you've seen some party decorations, then Jack came out while holding a cake, as he happily said, "You're earlier than expected...". You replied, "Well, Jack... There's not as much traffic, as it usually is... Anyways, what's with the party decorations?". He replied back, "Well, (yn)... Since I know today is your birthday, I figured I'd work on surprising you today... I noticed you're carrying some groceries in the house... Here... I will put the cake on the kitchen table quick... Then you let me help you with putting the groceries away..."
Once Jack helped you put the groceries away, he letted you relax on the couch, as he continued prepping up for your birthday stuff. When he finished with prepping up for you birthday stuff that he was prepping up for you, he had you go inside the kitchen, before you saw that he made your favorite food (which you enjoyed best when he cooks it), the presents he wrapped up for you, and the same cake he was holding earlier, except that this time the cake was finally decorated, the way you ended up liking it.
Your birthday turned out to be the best birthday ever, for you. You really enjoyed your favorite food that, Jack cooked for you, you thought the cake was absolutely delicious, and you even are happy with the presents he got for you. He was really glad you enjoyed your birthday.
After you finished eating everything, he decided to wash the dishes... And you decided to help him wash the dishes, even if it is your birthday. You figured it's atleast fair for everything he did for you on your birthday and you want to help him with atleast something.
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I hope you enjoyed this Jack Russell fanfic my Tumblr PeepsđşđAs for you DJ, I do hope you had fun ready this birthday platonic fluff fanfic, as well đđşđYes, yesterday was your birthday, however I wanted to add the birthday part in it, even it it's belatedđđđđĽłđđşđ
@writers-requiem
#rose riot writings#rose riot johnson#fanfic written by rose riot johnson#rose riot answers#request answered by rose riot johnson#werewolf by night#jack russell#jack russel x reader#werewolf by night x reader#happy belated birthday to you DJđđđđĽłđ#surprise birthday fluff#platonic fluff#birthday platonic fluff
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You shouldn't have. Really.
The worst gifts Jack Russell has received over the years, all from Lissa unless otherwise indicated
several three wolf moon T-shirts
a silver necklace*
a winter hat made of faux fur that looks like a cute wolf's head
a 1000-piece jigsaw puzzle featuring Dracula posing dramatically in front of his castle
Romanian for Dummies
a glow-in-the-dark wall clock that shows the phase of the moon
wolfsbane**
*a thank you gift from a sweet old lady who didn't know Jack is a werewolf
**actually bluebells, which look similar to wolfsbane
#werewolf by night#jack russell#lissa russell#fan fiction#silliness#fluff#werewolf by night fanfiction
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Take A Break - Toto Wolff x Wife! Reader
Summary: Toto has been pushing himself too hard trying to get the upgrades sorted. As his concerned wife, you plan a surprise visit.
Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff. Bad writing
Requested: Yes by Anon (Hope I did this justice)
2024 season. There's a little blurb halfway through as well.
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ynwolff_official you better be looking after him
â mercedesamgf1 yes, maâam. weâre doing our bestÂ
â ynwolff_official tell him if he doesnât stop working late, heâll be in trouble when he comes homeÂ
â mercedesamgf1 stop making the admin team threaten me, schatz. they keep coming into my office shaking and youâll get me into trouble with hr - totoÂ
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georgerussell63 he looks like a sith lord
â ynwolff_official i think you mean, very handsome
â georgerussell63 iâm not going to say that about my boss
â alex_albon why not? you were telling me the other day that you think he looks much better in the white shirt than the black zip upÂ
user2 anyone else think he looks tired lately?
â user2 heâs been working extra hard to get the upgrades ready, iâm guessingÂ
â user3 plus wifey and jack havenât been able to make a race in a while so heâs probably missing them after that triple header
user4 george wonât be getting those upgrades once yn tells toto that he wouldnât admit he was handsome
â mickschumacher iâve already toldÂ
â georgerussell63 betrayal
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Strolling through the Hungaroring paddock, you kept a tight hold of your sonâs hand. Bustling bodies brushed past, paying the the pair of you no heed, which worked well with your surprise.
Over the past few weeks, Toto had been working tirelessly to ensure the upgrades were ready and working in time for the Hungarian Grand Prix, albeit to the detriment of his own health. Heâd been sleeping less, running himself ragged to ensure Mercedes didnât remain fourth in the constructors. After winning at Red Bull Ring and Silverstone, he knew the potential was there. All he had to do was unlock it. But that had meant shorter calls with his wife and son, fewer responses to messages and a growing distance that he hated feeling during the season. And so, arranging a surprise visit during race weekend had been the most obvious solution.
Mercedes hat sat atop his dark hair, Jack babbled about everything he could see as the tall form of George Russell guided you towards the garage.Â
âHello, stranger.â Lewisâ voice met your ears when he caught sight of you. âToto didnât tell me you were coming. Whatâs up, little man?âÂ
George vanished into the back of the garage, searching for the Team Principal. Leaning over to the Brit, you pressed a kiss to the cheek of the 7x WDC. Lewis gave your shoulders a squeeze before pulling Jack up into his arms, whisking him over to where the W15 was being polished.Â
âGeorge, this better be important. I was in the middle of an analysis report-.â A disgruntled Austrian accent filled the garage, bringing a smile to your face. You could picture the deep frown twisting his handsomeâs features without even turning to see it.
âLiebe?âÂ
The silver arrows watched the tension seep out of their Team Principalâs face as he took in the appearance of his wife. Striding across the garage floor, he pulled you in for a tight hug, and pressed a chaste kiss to the side of your head. Aware of the eyes on you both, he had to refrain from pressing his lips to yours. Denying you both the deep kiss you truly desired.
âSurprise,â you whispered, slipping your arm around his waist. Your hand automatically rubbing soothing circles against his hip.Â
âIâm so happy youâre here,â he murmured into your hair, inhaling the familiar scent of home.Â
âYou sounded like you needed us.â
âI always need you.â
âWell, then, letâs go rescue your son from Lewis.â
Holed up in Totoâs office, the Wolff family basked in their first moment of family time since over a month. Toto had ordered everyone to leave them alone until qualifying was due to start or somebody was dying. Thankfully, the team listened and so he spent the past hour listening to his son tell him about school and watching Lewis win a race on telly.
Fussing over the amount of coffee cups in the waste bin, you turned to lecture your husband on his inability to get enough rest but paused, mouth open. Curled up on the deep couch pushed against the wall, Jack was snuggled into his fatherâs lap. His iPad had fallen to the side, and soft snores escaped from his mouth. Glasses askew, Totoâs chin rested on his sonâs head, eyes closed tight. Father and son, exhausted from the excitement of their day.
Taking a quick picture on your phone, you smiled at the sight of your family. Reaching into Jackâs backpack, you pulled out his blanket, draping it over your favourite boys.
âIch liebe dich,â you whispered, pressing a kiss to each of their foreheads.
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georgerussell63 admin, you used the same quote for a photo of toto with me, lew and mick the other week?
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â alex_albon great now heâs cryingÂ
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mercedesamgf1 inside scoop; toto asked us to print out the photo of yn and jack to put in his officeÂ
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â ynwolff_official only if you promise to come for dinner
â georgerussell63 and me?Â
â user5 poor toto canât escape his drivers even during his time off because his wife adopted them allÂ
lewishamilton nice to see you and jack in the paddock again, yn
â ynwolff_official and you, lew. hopefully we can attend a few more now that the summer holidays are hereÂ
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mercedesamgf1 tell boss man to bring that smile back with himÂ
â ynwolff_official donât worry. iâll be sending him back to work extra happyÂ
â lewishamilton yn, love, this sounds less than family friendlyÂ
â ynwolff_official oopsÂ
user6 oh sheâs FEEDING usÂ
user7 has george joined you for a sleepover yet
â ynwolff_official of course. heâs like the son i didnât ask forÂ
â georgerussell63 but you love anyway?
â user8 silence speaks volumesÂ
user9 yn wolff thirst trapping her husband was not on my 2024 bingoÂ
â user10 silly season is extra silly this year so yn obvi thought she would participateÂ
â user11 and we love her for it
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LILLY.
pairing: lando x fem!reader
genre: fluff
warnings: mentions of a deaf daughter, y/n and lando's son being a menace to their dog đ
wc: 560
notes: im the younger sister of a girl who was born blind and mentally impaired, so i know the struggles of managing a family when people from the outside pity you for something that you can't control. i hope that anyone who's in a similar situation finds comfort in this fic.
The fans were in despair. Their favourite couple, their favourite mum and dad had just found out that their daughter â their first baby â was deaf.
Lando and Y/n werenât worried though.
â ââ â .
Lando walked into his daughterâs room, leaning against the door frame. She was playing the piano like she always does. How amazed of his daughter he was; she couldnât hear yet she still practiced like no tomorrow.
Lando turned the lights on and off a couple of times before Lilly turned around. she smiled at her father,
âDoes this sound right?â Lilly spoke. She was always a good speaker. Even after she became deaf, she relied on her vocal chords to do the work for her. Lando always knew that she would be amazing.
Lando pulled his hands out of his pockets, signing to her,
âIt sounds amazing, beautiful. I think you need to go up one note at the end, though.â
Lilly nodded, turned around and played the same tune again, adding in her fatherâs advice. Once she had finished, she turned around seeking her dadâs approval. Lando gave her a thumbs up before closing her door to where it previously was.
â ââ â .
Out in the living room, Ash was crawling around on his play mat. He was picking up his toys, throwing them around and giggling to himself.
Y/n sat on the couch with the television on. She had a magazine in her hand and rollers in her hair. She had another month off of work so she had every right to spoil herself while she could.
Daizee â their dachshund cross jack russell (âŚgeorge? đ-) â was also watching the television. She diverted her attention to Ash every once in a while, being the big sister of the house. Their golden retriever, Charlie, was lying down with Ash and letting the baby play with his ears.
â ââ â .
Lando sat down next to his wife, giving her a kiss on the cheek before pulling her into his side.
âHowâs Lils?â Y/n looked up from her magazine to look at her husband before placing the book down.
Lando nodded, tracing small patterns on her biceps, âSheâs doing good, playing the piano last time I checked.â At that, Y/n nodded before turning her attention to the television.
Speak of the devil, Lilly emerged from her room with a skip. Thatâs what Y/n and Lando loved to see. Even after given the news by the doctor when she turned three, she never let her condition bring her down.
She stopped in front of her mum and dad before doing a little dance and running off to grab a snack from the kitchen. Typical Lilly.
When she returned and sat down on the long end of the couch, she looked over to her parents to see if they needed her attention. As if she knew, Y/n signed to her daughter,
âHow are you feeling today my sweet?â
Lilly nodded, smiling her famous bright smile that even the sea of papaya loved.
âGood!â She answered before turning to watch the show playing on the big screen.
Lando and Y/n shared a look. A look of knowing, of pride. That was their daughter. The fighter that they created.
âŚAnd on the floor was Ash, climbing all over Charlie. That poor dog.
â ââ â .
a/n: thank you all so much for the love and support ive been recieving recently! i cant thank you all enough. here's the fic of the idea from my previous post, i hope it's up to your standards! this is also for @ladyladybuggg who wanted to read this, so i hope you enjoy my love!
#f1#f1 x reader#lando norris x reader#x y/n#lando norris#fanfiction#f1 imagine#lando norris as a dad#dad lando#golden retriever
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Rover
Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader
Warnings : Just fluff
18+ MINORS DNI
Taglist : @mothertoall2 @natashamaximoff-69 @canvascoloredin @wizardofstories @louxbloom @wandanats-goodgirl @the-ox-fan20 @ladyqueenxoxo @aemilia19 @wandaromamoff69 @mfd-101 @dorabledewdroop @marvelogic @dopeyouth @karsonromanoff @bimad @reginassweetheart @machyishere @gemz5 @pawiie @duckiekong (If you want to be added to my taglist, please DM me or comment)
Y/N and Wanda were indeed the perfect couple, the two had met when they both attended the same college course. Throughout the years, the two had come up with the idea of opening up their own cafe together. It was a dream that the two of them had shared, along with starting their own family, Wanda giving birth to twins, Billy and Tommy.
âIâll close up tonight.â Y/N told Wanda as she served her last customer. âYou take the boys home and Iâll be home in a couple of hours.â
âAre you sure?â Wanda questioned as Y/N nodded.
âItâs only a short walk.â They told her before helping get the two five year olds ready. âIâll be home as soon as I finish up, I promise love.â
âOkay.â Wanda smiled before she leaned up to kiss them before taking the twins to the car. The last couple of hours of being open was extremely slow, giving Y/N the opportunity to start most of the closing chores before they locked the doors. As they took the trash out, they had heard a quiet whimper coming from beside the bins. Slowly, they moved closer towards the source of the sound, soon finding a small Jack Russel puppy.
âHey there.â They whispered as they slowly approached it. âYou look cold.â They took off their sweater to wrap it around the dog, picking it up and holding it close to them. âI think I should take you home. The twins would love you.â They smiled before they went back inside the cafe to finish locking up. Soon starting the journey home, they knew that the twins would indeed be excited about having a puppy, but they would have to convince Wanda. So, they decided that they needed to stop off at the store on their way home, getting the supplies needed for the puppy. Once they had entered the house, the twins were both sitting on the floor with their toys as Wanda was sitting on the sofa. The twins were both already ready for bed, but the sound of the door opening caught all of their attention.
âWhatâs all of that for?â Wanda questioned as she put her book down on the table beside the sofa.
âWell, I couldnât just leave him there.â Y/N reasoned as Wanda rose to her feet, Y/N visibly gulping as she tilted her head. âHe was whimpering and cold.â
âWhat did you do?â She questioned, watching as Y/N had a nervous smile on their face, removing their sweater and revealing the puppy. The twins both ran towards them excited as Wandaâs eyes remained on Y/N with an unreadable expression. âYou brought home a stray?â
âTechnically, yes.â They tried as they let the pup on the floor with the twins. âBut look at him.â They turned her around to face the twins with the puppy. âLook at how happy they all are.â
âWe canât look after a puppy.â Wanda told them. âWe have a cafe to run too.â
âWell, I can always make the office into a sort of den for the puppy.â Y/N told her. âJust for while the twins are at school, and we both know that Agatha helps some nights with either closing or opening.â
âIt will cost a lot of money.â Wanda told them.
âWell, to be fair, the twins cost a lot of money.â Y/N teased, causing Wanda to laugh as she hit their arm. âJust look at their smiles, maybe this is the right addition to our family that we need.â
âWell, we could have always had another child.â Wanda told them, chuckling as Y/N shook their head.
âNo, at least with the puppy we wonât need to save up a college fund for them.â They started. âOr need to pay extra because they have tried to do some sort of stunt from Jackass.â
âThat was you.â Wanda reminded them, soon their attention was moved towards the laughing boys, watching as they found some of the toys that Y/N had bought for the puppy. âHe needs a name.â Wanda stated as the twins looked between their parents.
âRover.â The twins yelled in unison.
âRover it is.â Y/N smiled before they picked the puppy up. âI am going to bathe this little guy, while the two of you go to bed.â
âBut.â They both pouted.
âHe will be here when you both wake up in the morning.â Wanda told them both, leading them towards the stairs.
Once the time came for both Y/N and Wanda to head to bed, Rover had joined them at the foot of their bed. Wanda rolled her eyes when she saw Y/Nâs cheeky smile, they knew how she felt about animals on the furniture but this is the one time she seem to let it slide.
âI would have thought you would have had me take him to the pound first thing.â Y/N spoke aloud as the two lay facing each other.
âYou were right.â Wanda smiled tenderly. âRover could be the best thing for this family, and he could also help with teaching you and the twins some responsibility.â
âI am a responsible adult.â Y/N protested making Wanda giggle before she cuddled into them. âI have kept two five year old animals alive for their whole lives.â
âThose animals seem to be our offspring and you know very well that I did a majority of it.â Wanda told them.
âYou know I donât do well at the icky stuff, besides I donât fancy carrying a bucket with me everywhere I go.â They told her, making her chuckle as they kissed her head. âOkay, maybe Iâm not the most responsible adult but you are stuck with me.â They booped her nose before they lay their head back on their pillow, their arms wrapped securely around their wife as they both fell into a peaceful slumber.
#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda maximoff#marvel#elizabeth olsen#elizabeth olsen x reader#wanda x you#wanda x reader
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An Unlikely Duo
Request by ⨠anon: Can I perhaps get a Ghost x GN!Reader, where reader got transferred to TF 141 and has two personalities? Like cold and badass on the battlefield and super friendly and chirpy back at base. So Reader, on day 1, already sees Ghost as a best friend and she loves hugs, so she decides to hug him after a missions success and leaves him frozen and a blushing mess?
Relationship: Simon âGhostâ Riley x GN!Reader
Word Count: 1,310
Notes:
Big thanks to my ⨠anon for requesting this. I enjoyed writing it! Hope I did well on my first request!
Fluff (the platonic kind)
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You walk behind him, holding a container filled with freshly washed strawberries. His strides are long and confident, making it hard for you to keep up with him as you walk to the truck.
âWould you like a strawberry?â You ask, extending the container to him, but he ignores you and quickens his pace.
You try to catch your breath as you follow him, but itâs difficult. Whenever you think youâre closing the gap, he increases his speed and pulls away again. You break into a light jog to stay close.
âSo, I presume... youâre not... a strawberry fan?â You ask, out of breath. Instead of responding, he lets out a dismissive âtskâ and continues walking.
âWhy donât you like str-â
âGet that damn thing away from me and keep moving,â he says as he pushes your hand away. âWe have work to do; no time for strawberries.â
You come to a complete halt. âWith all due respect, Lieutenant, strawberries are-â
âJust get in the damn car,â he orders, opening the back door and gesturing for you to get inside.
Itâs your first day as the newest member of Task Force 141, and the base already feels like a powder keg. But that doesnât bother you; youâre excited to be a part of such an elite team and contribute as much as possible to future missions. Soap and Gaz were surprised but amused by your cheerful personality when they met you this morning. However, not everyone on the team seems to be on the same page; Ghost was less than impressed. He sized you up from head to toe, looking for any sign that you were ready for the mission. But, instead of finding comfort, he was met by your cheery attitude and endless questions about his fruit preferences.
âWhat is this, Captain?â He grumbled at Price, âI asked for an explosives specialist, not a fucking Jack Russell.â
âLaswell swears by their abilities,â Price reassured him, âjust give âem a chance, brother...â
Despite his trust in the captain, Ghost remained skeptical. Was it the way you expressively waved your hands while speaking? Was it because you couldnât stop talking about strawberries? Was it because you couldnât stop talking in general? Whatever the reason, Ghost was clearly not on board.
He has the same attitude as he sits across from you in the truck, driving to your assigned mission. Itâs a look of concern and contempt. as if he canât believe what fate has brought him this timeâlike heâs been dealt bad cards yet again.
But thatâs okay; youâre used to feeling like an outcast, and youâre not going to let that get in the way of this missionâs success.
âYo, Lt.?â You ask excitedly, attempting to break the ice by pulling a purple star-shaped charm from your pocket, âDo you like it?â
He looks at you with half-lidded eyes. âYou look like you just got out of a toy store.â He comments flatly.
âThat wasnât my question, sir,â you say wryly, âand if thatâs the case, then you look like you just got back from trick-or-treating.â You smile and attach the charm to your assault rifle.
âTake that off this instance,â he says, âI wonât let you and your sparkles hinder our position.â
âOkay, first of all, theyâre not sparklesâtheyâre sequins,â you say, waving your gun around so he can see the charm, âand second, they wonât even see it when theyâre dead.â
âStop talking.â He sighs.
âIâm conversing, not talking.â
âThen stop conversing.â
âLike, who doesnât like strawberries?â you ask, lowering your voice.
âI told you to stop.â
âAnd sequins are pretty cool, man.â You mutter to yourself as you cross your hands over your chest.
âShut it and put your helmet on; weâre almost there,â Ghost says sternly.
You fall silent as you gaze out the window at the passing scenery. The tension in the truck is intense, but you refuse to let it get to you. Instead, you take a deep breath and relax.
As the truck comes to a stop, Ghost explains the goal of the mission: get to the door where the valuable information is stored and collect as much intel as possible. After his brief rundown, you quickly exit the vehicle and assume position. Itâs game time, and youâre determined to prove to everyone what youâre capable of.
You move fluidly through the environment, using your firearms, knives, and bare hands with precision to take out any targets that come your way. You are agile and swift, never staying in one place for too long and using your surroundings to your advantage. He takes quick glimpses at you every now and then to check if you are okay. He seems impressed yet wary; as if heâs testing you to see if youâre up for the challenge, yet careful enough to not put you in danger. As you work through the guarded area, you keep calm and focus on the task, finally reaching the steel-framed door. However, the door remains unyielding despite using military-grade hammers and refuses to budge.
You turn towards Ghost to plan your next move when you notice an enemy approaching him from behind.
âGet down, Lt.!â You yell and throw a knife at the enemy. The lieutenant is stunned but quickly regains his composure. He turns to thank you, but you cut him off.
âThis isnât a playground, Lt.; I donât need a babysitter, and I certainly wonât become yours.â You firmly tell him as you push him aside and place the purple star-shaped charm on the doorâs lock. âStep back,â you order.
Ghost looks at you, puzzled.â What is-â
âYou must learn when itâs the right time for chit-chat and when to listen to the specialist, sir; please take a step back.â You repeat, and he follows your instructions.
With everyone clear of the area, you pull the cord and duck for cover. Five seconds later, your bomb detonates, blasting open the door and granting you access to the information inside. You quickly survey the room and pinpoint the location of the vital information. You approach it with calculated precision, relying on your training and experience to predict potential threats. The room is full of guards, but youâre prepared for them; you take them out, using your weapons with deadly accuracy. The intel is kept in a secure case, and you begin working on cracking it open. You have a special tool for the job, and the lock gives way in seconds. You open the case and extract the valuable information.
After a quick glance at the documents, you are pleased to see that it is exactly what you were hoping for. Ghost calls for backup to secure the scene, collect the documents, and transport them back to the base. As he completes his orders, he turns to the team for a debriefing, but instead is met by the old, cheerful you.
âLT., WE DID IT!â You yell and leap onto Ghost, wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging him tightly. He freezes and raises his hands as if heâs been arrested for a crime.
âGet off me,â he orders with an unusually high-pitched voice.
âNo, you deserve it.â You object and proceed to pat him on the back.
âI did nothing wrong to deserve this, soldier; get your fucking ha-â
âShhh, Lieutenant.â You cut him off by putting your hand over his mouth to silence him. âYou must feel the hug.â
âI said-â
âTheyâre right, Ghost,â Soap interrupts him with a sinister grin, âyou must feel the hug.â
âYeah, listen to the specialist, sir,â Gaz adds, trying hard not to laugh.
Ghost looks at Price for help, who has a satisfied smirk on his face. The captain turns to Ghost and mouths an inaudible âtold you so,â establishing you as a valuable member of their team from now on.
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Fall In Love With A Girl
âshe'll make you feel like the world is on your shoulder.â
Summary: What can go wrong, will go wrong. That is until you meet the most beautiful woman you've ever seen and her brother's puppy.
Pairing: Modern Helaena Targaryen x Reader
Word Count: ~3.3k
Authorâs Note: This is a re-write of an old fic of mine. I'm in my re-writing era and this is Megan's Version. I felt like this would be the perfect time to remind everyone that I love women.
Warnings: language, fluff, women loving women (if you are against this unfollow me?)
There were certain rules to being a veterinary technician.
Number one, waterproof mascara and eyeliner always; youâll never get used to those abuse cases or having to hold someoneâs hand as they say goodbye to their beloved pet. Number two, carry a lint roller on you at all times; itâs best to get the pocket-sized one, because both dogs and cats shed a lot! Especially Bella the Saint Bernard who was due for her yearly check up today. Number three, iron your scrubs! And itâs probably best to keep an extra pair in your car, because itâs more likely than not that youâll end up getting peed on by someoneâs over-excited pup.
Even though you knew these rules by heart and you followed them every single day of your work life, today was an exception. It was just one of those days that absolutely nothing- no matter how hard you tried- was going right. You were covered in fluffy cat hairs, Mrs. Comierâs Jack Russell, Hankie, peed on your leg twice, and you had run out of waterproof mascara. So, when Mr. Langley brought in his thirteen year old Labrador to put her down, he cried and so you cried, and in the end you looked like the raccoon that liked to sneak into the office dumpsters at closing hoping to find some cat food.
Today just wasnât your day.
It was fifteen minutes until closing time, and you could feel the excitement and exhaustion in your bones. You were desperate for rest, to go home and take a shower, crawl in bed and watch terribly written romantic comedies on Netflix until you passed out. If only you could snap your fingers and make those last few minutes fly by, but that was impossible and unfortunately manipulating time wasnât a superpower you had acquired yet, so instead you swept and mopped the floors for the sixth time that day.
And that was when you heard it.Â
The tiny bell over the door chimed, signaling that a customer had just walked in and you could hear the pitter-patter of doggie feet on the linoleum floors. As far as you knew, there werenât any more customers scheduled for the day; the last appointment was over thirty minutes ago and they were a no-show. From your spot in the back hallway, you could hear your coworker, talking to the patient and before you knew it, she was charging through the back door. You took one look at her, knowing what her question would be before she even opened her mouth. That shit-eating-grin was always plastered on her face when she wanted something.Â
âNo,â you said as you swept the dirt into the dustpan.
âCome on, bestie,â she whined. âI really need to get out of here on time tonight! Itâs just a simple check-up and she seems really nice! Please will you take them?âÂ
Not wanting to argue or cause an issue, you sighed, exhaling every ounce of oxygen in your lungs before finally giving in. She was practically beaming with excitement as your shoulders slumped, eyes rolling back as you sat the broom down.Â
âOh, my God! Thank you so much! I owe you, big time,â she went to hug you but you stepped to the side, avoiding her embrace at all costs.Â
You simply nod at your coworker as you try to dust some of the cat hairs from your scrubs. It was no use, and you knew that, but still, you at least tried to look more professional. After the day youâve had, you should have known that clocking out on time was just too good to be true, but you still put a smile on your face as you walked up to the front desk. One day youâd cash in on all of the times she owed you for, but today wasnât that day. Everything that could have gone wrong today had already gone wrong, and at this point you were only giving in to her for the plot. What else could possibly happen?Â
When you got to the front desk, you looked over the counter to see the customer on one knee as she played with the tiny puppy; rubbing its belly and tickling its sides.Â
âHow can I help you?â You asked with that fake customer service voice.
The young woman turned around and looked up at you, flashing one of the most brilliant smiles you had ever seen, and you could have sworn that a chorus of angels were singing in the backgroundâ or maybe it was just the classical music on the radio that your boss liked to play, who knows? She was absolutely stunning though, with her pale blonde hair and striking lavender eyes.Â
âHey, uh- I had an appointment for this little guy,â she replied with a soft smile as she moved to stand.
âOkay,â you nodded, trying to remember to breathe. You could smell her perfume as she took a step up to the counter. âWhatâs this little guyâs name?âÂ
âHis name is Sunfyre.â
âOh,â you realized that this was that no-show appointment that should have been here thirty minutes ago. It was then that you looked right past her good looks and lilac scented perfume and let the irritation settle back in. âYouâre Mr. Targaryen? You had an appointment with us at 5:00.â
The woman rubbed a hand on the back of her neck and gave you a sheepish smile.
âNot Mr. Targaryen, thatâs my brother. Iâm Helaena,â then she lets out a sigh. âHeâs out of town and forgot to mention that I needed to be here until ten minutes before I was supposed to be here and then there was traffic, and Iâm really sorry that Iâm late. I hope I can still get him in, I mean, if thatâs okay. If itâs too late then Iâll just make another appointment, I guessâ
Your eyes widened as she rambled on and then you smiled at her. If it were anyone else, you probably would have told them to make another appointment and kick rocks. But this girl was just so gorgeous and her smile was just so beautiful, and your hopes of getting home on time were already sacked, so you led her back to the exam room and told her that it was no problem.
âHopefully this doesnât take too long,â she mentioned as she picked Sunfyre up and sat him on the table.Â
Wait, was she actually rushing you?
âIâve got this stupid thing Iâm supposed to go to tonight,â she continued as you checked the puppyâs weight.
She really was rushing you.
âItâs a blind date that Aegon, uh-â
Before she could say âMr. Targaryenâ, you nodded your head to let her know that you understood who she was talking about.Â
âYeah,â Helaena kept on, not really caring that you werenât really listening. âHe set it up and Iâm just nervous. Iâve never really been on a date- well, Iâve been on dates, but never a blind one. With the way this day has been going, heâll probably end up being an alien with six eyes.â
âI know how you feel,â you mumbled under your breath.
âWhatâs that?â She asked.
âOh, I just agreed with you,â you replied, not really wanting to go into details about your day with a girl who was about to go on a blind date and probably fall in love with someone that wasnât the vet tech with a piss stain on her leg. Besides, her blind date was with a man which meant your chances were pretty much shot. âAbout the way this day has been going.â
âYouâve had a bad day, too?â
âIâm going to let Dr. Strong know youâre ready and weâll try to get you out of here as soon as possible,â you say, ignoring her question.Â
âOh, okay. Thanks,â she replied as you shuffled out of the exam room.
Your boss looked up at you from his desk and raised his eyebrows underneath his glasses. You said nothing and only dropped the puppyâs chart on his desk with a thud, before turning back around and heading into the back hallway. You could hear that Helaena girl sweet talking the pup from behind the door and your expression softened for a moment. But that was only until you glanced at the clock and saw that it was well past closing time, and you shouldâve been walking through your front door right now; maneuvering out of your bra and kicking off your non-slip, worn out tennis shoes. Your frown came right back as you looked over the front desk, making sure everything was in order before your boss eventually called you in for an extra hand.Â
You sighed as you saw that your coworker had bailed on stamping the outgoing bill statements, a job which was tedious and tiring, and usually ended in cramped hands and sticky fingertips. With a soft groan, you sat down, flexing your toes in your shoes and tried to quickly stamp as many envelopes as you could.
âHey, kiddo,â Dr. Strong called from somewhere within the office. âCan you lend me a hand for a moment?â
You stood up and tossed the envelopes in the mailing bin before heading towards the back hallway.Â
âWhatâs up, doc?â You asked with a forced grin as you tried to lighten the mood. Your boss, Harwin, had been under constant stress ever since his partner veterinarian, Dr. Tully, quit the practice to focus on his family.Â
âCan you draw me up 1cc of Nobivac?â He asked as he scribbled something down in the chart in front of him. âAnd Iâm going to need you in the room when I administer it, thereâs a note in the little guyâs chart that says heâs not very good with shots.â
âYes, sir,â you replied as you pulled the keys to the medical cabinet out of the front pocket of your scrubs.
Helaena smiled at you when you entered the exam room once again. The puppy in her hands jumped in your direction, tail wagging from side to side as he whined for attention. âI think he likes you,â the girl commented as she tried to hold the puppy back.Â
âThatâs nice,â you replied with a soft smile, not really wanting to make small talk with Ms. I-Have-A-Blind-Date-Can-You-Hurry-Up. âBut heâs probably not going to like me very much after getting poked.â
âProbably not,â Helaena laughed. You couldnât help but feel a little light-headed at the sight of her smile, despite your tough facade. The sound of her laugh was just as attractive, if not more so. âBut who knows, maybe heâll forgive you.â
Dr. Strong stepped into the room, cutting your conversation short to begin his own spiel; informing Sunfyreâs short term owner of the possible side effects of the rabies vaccine, and also why it is important to have one. Information that, hopefully, Helaena would pass on to the absent Mr. Targaryen.
While your boss prepped the puppy for his first rabies shot, your job was to try and distract the little guy as much as possible and to keep him comfortable, of course. Helaena stood off to the side, letting the two of you work your magic, and within seconds- without even so much as a yelp- the procedure was finished and Sunfyreâs tail was still wagging.Â
âAll done,â you cooed, placing a kiss on the puppyâs wet nose.Â
âLooks like he still likes you,â Helaena said as she hooked Sunfyreâs leash back to his collar. âI had a feeling he would.â
You went to say something, but Dr. Strong got there first, sticking his hand out to Helaena for a handshake and saying, âIt was nice to meet you. Please tell Mr. Targaryan that we look forward to seeing him at the next visit, which you can coordinate at the front desk.â
âThank you,â she replied. âIâll be sure to let him know.â
âYou can follow me, this way,â you told her, ushering her and Sunfyre out of the exam room and into the lobby. âThatâll be $115,â you told her after tallying up the total sum of the visit.Â
She let out a low whistle and pulled her wallet from her back pocket, âis there any way to leave a tip for your excellent customer service?â
You let out a dry laugh, and bit the inside of your cheek to keep from saying something that would get you in trouble. âWhile I appreciate the offer, you should probably save it for your date tonight.âÂ
âDate?â She asked as she signed the credit card receipt. âShit, right, my date!â She exclaimed, thrusting the tiny piece of paper your way. âI gotta go!â
You made a face and hurriedly handed her a copy of the bill and a rabies tag for Sunfyre.Â
âGood luck,â you told her as she rushed out the front door. âAnd you're welcome,â you said with a frown after she didnât even say âthank youâ.Â
Happy that your day was finally over, you couldnât help but feel like you had just been kicked in the gut. As you finished stamping the monthly statements, your mind was stuck on what Helaena and her blind dateâ who may or may not be an alien with six eyesâ were doing right now. Was he smart? Was he making her laugh? Did he appreciate how absolutely breathtaking her smile was? Did she see him and immediately know that he was the one she had been searching for? Did time stop?
âHey,â you heard Dr. Strongâs voice from behind you and realized that you had been standing in the same spot for minutes now, holding a stack of envelopes that you had meant to drop into the bin. âYou okay?â
âYeah,â you replied as you came back to reality.
âDonât forget youâre fostering Nugget tonight to make sure that he doesnât pull out his stitches,â he told you before disappearing back into the hallway.Â
âAh, yes, Nugget,â you replied, mostly to yourself, as you were sure your boss was out of earshot. âThe overweight Chihuahua who looks like he ate one, too many nuggets. I couldnât be more excited.â
After you locked up and had Nugget on a leash, you said your goodbyes to your boss; happy as ever that- even though it was well after dark- you were finally going home. You picked the chunky Chihuahua up, making sure not to touch his freshly removed manhood and placed him in the backseat, where he quickly made a home. Before you even pulled your seatbelt on, you pulled your hair out of its ponytail and ran your fingers over your tender scalp. It was the first step to comfort after what you were sure was the worst days you might have ever had. Youâd take your shoes off if you could,, but you were sure there was some crazy law about driving barefoot, so you left them on.
Nugget stayed quiet for most of the way, until he unexpectedly started to whine. Thinking that he might need to go potty, you pulled over into the parking lot of an ice cream parlor. He hopped out of your backseat gingerly, and led you over to the grassy area where he proceeded to squat and relieve himself.Â
âFancy meeting you here,â you heard from across the parking lot and turned to see none other than Mrs. Blind Date herself, Helaena. Just when you thought this day was starting to get better, she began walking toward you with Sunfyre in tow.
âOh, hi,â you replied, cautiously looking around for the hot shot that would inevitably be introduced as her date. You didnât want to ask, but curiosity got the best of you and, âhow was your date?â
âWell, I was supposed to meet him here and he never showed,â she replied, looking a bit dejected. âIâm honestly not surprised at all. I mean, if you knew my brother, you probably wouldnât be surprised either. Besides, what else should one expect from a man?â You laughed at that. âI was just about to leave, but then I saw you, and figured Iâd say hello.â
You bit your lip to keep from smiling again at her rambling, unable to help yourself when you heard that there was no date, and that this extremely attractive stranger was somehow still single. âWell, hello.â
Helaena smiled brightly before taking notice of Nugget, who was shaking at the thought of being petted by someone new, and dropped down to a knee so that she could reach him. âWhoâs this little chunker?â
âThis is Nugget,â you replied. âIâm fostering him for the night.â
âFitting name,â she laughed, standing back to her regular height. âSo, can I buy you an ice cream? I donât think I said thanks before I ran out of your office earlier and Iâd like to make it up to you.â
âSure,â you replied quickly before you gave yourself a chance to say no. âI mean, yeah, that would be nice.â
Helaena smiled as you fell in step with each other, making your way to the front of the booth. Sunfyre and Nugget were playing with each other; romping around and playing together; putting you and Helaena into a few awkward positions as you had to unwrap their leashes from around each otherâs legs. You learned that she was an artist, mostly oil paintings and photography, who lived on the quiet side of the city with Aegon, her brother. And you told her all about your bad day, and what it was like working in a veterinary office, and some of your funny stories from college.Â
Before you could even eat three bites of your ice cream, Nugget had coerced you into giving him most of it; which probably wasnât what his actual owners intended for him to eat after his surgery. Helaena didnât mind that the ice cream she had bought for you went to satisfying a fat Chihuahuaâs sweet tooth, especially not when most of her own ice cream was being lapped up by little Sunfyre.
âWell, I should get home,â you told her after seeing the neon âopenâ sign of the parlor shut off. âItâs getting late.âÂ
She nodded, standing up from the bench that you had been sitting on, âIt was really nice running into you.â
âI agree,â you replied with a smile.Â
âIf youâd like to, maybe I can take you to dinner next?â She asked as she nervously ran a hand through her hair. You blinked a few times, wondering if you had heard her correctly or if it was your mind playing tricks on you. âYou donât have to.â
âIâd like to go to dinner with you,â you told her quickly and honestly.Â
âReally?â She asked excitedly. âI mean, thatâs cool.â
âShould we?â You asked, taking out your phone to swap numbers and she laughed.
âThatâs probably a good idea.â
You repeated the numbers twice to make sure she typed in the right ones, and after an awkward hug that seemed like it was almost a kiss on the cheek, you and Nugget happily walked back to your car. As soon as the driverâs side door was shut, you let out a joyous squeal and did a small dance in your seat. Your phone vibrated from the cup holder as you shifted into gear. You picked it up quickly and swiped at the screen until an unsaved number popped up on your screen. Your heart soared at the message that could only have been from one person.
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That was the best blind date ever! ;)
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The Grid! : When their teammate likes you...
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Featuring: Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris, Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, Alex Albon, Franco Colapinto, Logan Sargeant, Daniel Riccardo, Liam Lawson, Charles LeClerc, Carlos Sainz, Arthur LeClerc, Ollie Bearman, Max Verstappen, Paul Aron, Jack Doohan.
this is 18+ so mdni please! smut in some of them!
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Oscar Piastri: somehow plays it coolâŚ
Oscar understood that you were a magnetic person. Youâd always been more extroverted than him, always been a bit more open to other people, and generally, you were just interesting. He got where Lando was coming from, to be fair, heâd fallen for you too.Â
But openly flirting with you in the middle of a red flag during one of the most dangerous races of the season? That took a certain asshole.Â
Lando Norris.Â
Oscar had looked up to Lando throughout his career, and now having him as his teammate was brilliant. He loved it, up to a point. In recent months heâd been noticing the way Lando looked at you. The way he talked to you. The way he always wanted to be around you.Â
âHey baby,â you smiled, wrapping your arms around Oscar as he walked up. âDoing well out there.â
He also knew that you were less than interested in Lando. Not that you didnât like him, but you did find him slightly immature and ridiculous, especially with how he handles races and media afterwards. You much preferred Oscarâs style of driving, and his way of speaking.Â
Oscar nodded, pressing a kiss to your cheek. He watched as Landoâs face fell, then he quickly picked it back up. âDoing our best, right Lando?â
You both looked to Lando, who looked guilty, like heâd been caught.Â
âYeah mate,â he agreed before walking off.Â
âJealous much?â you smirked, pressing a kiss to his cheek.Â
Oscar shook his head and rolled his eyes. âJust wanted a kiss, thatâs all.â
âFrom me or Lando?â you teased.
âYou, obviously,â he mocked.Â
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Lando Norris: deeply insecure.Â
Lando is insecure about a lot of things. One of his main ones is his worth as a human, and a driver. It hit him hard when Oscar got to stand on the top step of a podium before he ever had. He knew it was a matter of circumstance and the fact that the car was getting better, but it still hurt. Yet, you were always there to pick up the pieces. His sweet, kind girlfriend who was always there for him.Â
That same girlfriend that was laughing at a joke Oscar told. Oscar wasnât funny. Oscar has never been funny.Â
Lando watched as you two talked. He watched the way you laughed, the way you smiled, the way you engaged with his points and added your own. The way you two easily laughed, joked, and teased each other without ever going too far.Â
He couldnât help but feel⌠without. You had always been more introverted, and your extroverted side always seemed to come out with other introverts, aka, not Lando. Then began his spiralling of wondering whether or not he was good enough for you. He knew you loved him, and he loved you, but would that be enough? When youâre so different? When he canât give you what Oscar can? Oscar was a 2-time-Gp winner in his second year. Oscar was more similar to you than Lando was. Oscarâs personality was closer to yours than Landoâs was.Â
Was he enough for you?
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He walked into the hotel room, exhausted, and glad that the day was over. Media days took it out of him, and he was sick of watching Oscarâs smug face as he charmed you all day.Â
You flung yourself on the bed, exhausted. âOscar would not shut up today, would he?â you sighed.Â
Landoâs lips quirked up into a smile. He turned to hide it. âYeah?â
âYeah. He kept talking to me about random shit, and I had to pretend to be interested all day.â
Lando almost laughed. âYou donât seem to mind when I talk your ear off.âÂ
âYeah, obviously not,â you scoffed, looking at him as if it were obvious. âI like your rants. You donât expect me to answer you all the time. You just let me listen. Plus, I love your voice.â
Landoâs heart felt fuller than it did before. You picked him. You loved him.Â
âYou like my voice, eh?â he smirked, joining you on the bed. He pressed soft kisses to your neck as he wrapped his arms around you. âI know a way you can hear it-â
âLando, did I not just say Iâm exhausted,â you chuckled, playfully pushing him off.Â
He smiled. You truly were perfect.Â
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Lewis Hamilton: unbotheredÂ
He watched as George attempted to flirt with you and laughed. You laughed too, thinking it was a joke. George walked off, embarrassed.Â
Lewis walked over and you wrapped your arms around him, holding him close. âGeorge is-â
âPathetic?â he offered and you shook your head.Â
âDonât be so mean!â you scolded.Â
âHeâs a big boy, he can take it,â he smirked. âAnd anyways, what was he thinking?â
âI am your wife,â you nodded, agreeing. âBut he is pretty cuteâŚâ
Lewis raised an eyebrow. âShould I be worried?â he teased.Â
You laughed. âNever.âÂ
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George Russell: trusts you
âLewis, nice to meet you,â you smiled, shaking his hand. âIâm Y/n Russell.â
âY/n⌠your sister?â Lewis turned to George, smirking. âI didnât realise she was so pretty, I guess someone had to take all the beauty genes.â
âSheâs my wife,â he smirked, wrapping an arm around your waist. âAnd yes, she is gorgeous.â
You somehow kept it together as Lewis apologised and walked off, but immediately broke out into laughter as he turned his back.Â
âWhat a dick,â George chuckled. âYou alright?â
âAll good baby,â you giggled. âA bit weirded out that he thought we were siblings.â
George nodded, grimacing. âI vote we never speak about this again.â
âI second that,â you nodded.Â
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Kimi Antonelli: confused more than anything
Ollie was a really nice guy, one of Kimiâs best friends despite only knowing each other for a year. He was a good teammate and a good friend.Â
Kimi was clueless. He didnât always understand what people meant when people âflirtedâ, to be fair, English was his second language. He watched as Ollie wrapped an arm around you, resting it over your shoulder as you grimaced, clearly wanting him to stop. Kimi just shrugged, assuming youâd just push him off or ask him to stop. You werenât exactly known to put up with shit like that, so he wasnât worried. You three walked around the Monaco bay, looking at the boats as the sun set, all three of you full from dinner. When you finally parted ways, you and Kimi went back to your hotel room as Ollie stayed out, going to Arthurâs house to visit, you sighed as you lay down.Â
âWhat did you think of Ollie?â Kimi asked, laying beside you, your back to him.Â
âApart from his obvious flirting, I thought he was nice, I guess,â you shrugged.Â
Kimi frowned. âWhat do you mean?â
You turned around to see him. âHim flirting? Yeah, I thought youâd say something about it,â you explained. âHe was kind of⌠weird about it.â
âDid he make you uncomfortable?â he asked, upset with himself that he hadn't noticed.Â
You stared at him with an inquisitive look, he really was oblivious. âOf course he did.â
âWhat?â he questioned. âWhy didnât you say anything?â
âI didnât want to make a bad impression,â you muttered. âHeâs your best friend.â
âAnd youâre my girlfriend,â he reminded you, taking your hand. âAnd you are more important. If someone makes you uncomfortable, you tell me and I will deal with it, alright?â
You nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to his hand. âThanks Kimi.â
âAnything for you,â he smiled.Â
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Alex Albon: slightly insecureâŚ
He sat in his drivers room, heâd just filmed Team Torque with you and Logan, and he couldnât help but feel⌠left out. You were American, specifically from the exact state of Florida, where Logan was from, you lived on the same street. Youâd grown up together before he left to move to do European single-seaters. The entire episode was just you two talking and reminiscing over your joint experiences as a kid. Logan remembered everything about you, your favourite colour, your favourite food, even your favourite childhood movie (which Alex had gotten wrong).Â
âWhatâs on your mind?â You asked, sitting beside him. âYouâre not talking.â
âI didnât know you and Logan were such good friends,â he admitted.Â
You shrugged. âWe grew up together.âÂ
âI know,â he responded, his voice low and hardened. âI didnât know heâd remember everything about you.â
âI mean, people told me he had a crush on me in middle school soâŚâ you trailed off when you noticed how Alex was closing his eyes and nodding. âAre you⌠jealous, or something?â
âNo.â Yes.Â
You smiled, feeling a little bit guilty. âAlex, you donât have to be jealous,â you assured him. âI love you. More than anything.â
The pain in his chest eased slightly. âYouâre sure?â
âVery,â you nodded, pressing a kiss to his cheek.Â
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Franco Colapinto: doesnât even notice or gaf
Alex laughed at one of your jokes as Franco looked over some of the data from his crash. After a while, you walked over, wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging him from behind.Â
âHi bebĂŠ,â he smiled, tired, but happy to see you. âHow are you?â
You groaned. âAlex keeps flirting with me.â
His ears pricked up hearing you say that. âAlex?â
âYeah,â you nodded. He turned to you.Â
âShould I ask him to stop? I can talk to him-â
âItâs alright, I made him aware of the fact that Iâm not interested,â you explained.Â
âOh, alright,â he shrugged. âOnce youâre happy.â
He went back to looking over the data and you frowned. No reaction? No possessiveness?
âYou donât mind?â you questioned.Â
âThat he was flirting with you?â he asked, you nodded. âNo, not really. Iâm the one youâve chosen for 3 years. We love each other, sĂ?âÂ
You nodded.Â
âSo weâre fine,â he smiled and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.Â
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Logan Sargeant: also a bit upsetâŚ
He sighed as he watched Alex chat to you, a smirk on his face. You were his girlfriend, Alex couldnât have you. Alex had James, Alex had Williams, Alex had the talent. Logan had you. Alex couldnât have you.Â
You glanced back at Logan, who had grown quieter in recent moments, and you frowned. His eyes were blown up, wide-eyed, mouth open, and his mind was thousands of miles away. You politely ended the conversation with Alex, dragging Logan back into his driver's room with a concerned expression. âAre you alright?â
He nodded, trying to play it off. âIâm fine, just⌠tired.â
You frowned again. âLogan, you can talk to me.âÂ
He shook his head, his hands gripping your waist, then the dam broke and he rested his head on your shoulder. âI donât want to lose you if I lose this.â
Your heart broke. âLogan youâd-â
âNo, please just let me talk,â he whispered. âI love you, more than anything. We both know Iâm getting replaced either after or during this season,â hearing him say it as such a definite, hurt you. You knew how badly Williams had messed him up, but to hear him so defeated? You couldâve cried. âAnd I donât want to lose you if I lose all of this. I love racing, but I love you more. Youâve been here through everything, always. Youâre always here for me, and I just hope I havenât fucked this whole relationship up with all my mental health stuff and being a bad driver-â
âLogan,â your tone was stern. âI love you. I love you, my Logan. I support âF1 driver Logan Sargeantâ, and youâll always be that, but I love Logan Sargeant, the boy who asked me out when I was 14 and never looked back, the boy who has made me feel loved and supported since that day, the boy who fought an uphill battle and is only now realising heâs allowed to let the boulder fall. I love that youâre a fighter. I love that youâre a driver. But I love most that you care about and love me. I care more about your mental health than any money or fame you could ever gain. Iâm not asking you to keep putting yourself through this, Logan. I want you to be healthy and happy. I want you to smile again. I want to see the real you again.â
âWhat is the real me if Iâm not winning?â his voice was just below a whisper.Â
âYou get to figure that out,â you smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. âNow please look at me Logan, so you know that Iâm telling the truth.â
He raised his head, his eyes watery as he looked at yours, and for the first time in a while, he actually felt like it might all be ok.Â
Granted, only when he was with you, but alright all the same.Â
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Daniel Riccardo: freaky wit it
Daniel gripped his steering wheel harder, his knuckles turning white under his gloves. He was in the car, meant to be in the zone, but all he could think about was the way that Yuki had a hand on your back. He knew Yuki definitely wasnât a threat to him or his relationship, but it still felt shitty not being able to get over there and show him that you were his.Â
He rushed out of the car, exhausted after bringing the VCarb in Q3 yet again, and immediately his hands were on you.Â
âLooking so good today baby,â he whispered between kisses. âSo fuckinâ pretty for me.â
You groaned against his lips, smiling. âYeah?âÂ
âOh yeah baby, the prettiest girl Iâve ever seen,â he smirked as he pushed a hand into your underwear. Your eyes went wide and you clapped a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from moaning too loud. You werenât even in his drivers room, you were doing it against Yukiâs door in the hallway.Â
âWe should-fuck- we should go to your r-room,â you stuttered out as he rubbed your clit in lazy circles.Â
âWhy?â he smirked. âWhen I could have you right here and now,â he punctuated every word with a kiss, moving your hand and swallowing your moans as he sped up. âSo fuckinâ beautiful so me.â
âDan,â you moaned as he finally pushed a finger in.Â
âSo wet for me too. You like doing it like this? Where anyone could hear you? Anyone could see us?â he knew his words were falling on deaf ears as he revelled in the fact that he got to watch you fall apart for him. He got to make you cum, he got to kiss you, he heard every laugh, saw every part of you and your personality. It was him who you picked to love, and be loved in return.Â
And by God, he wouldnât trade you for the world.Â
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Liam Lawson: angry sex anyone???
Liam grabbed your hand, pulling you into his drivers room after he had watched Yuki give you heart-eyes yet again.Â
âThat fucking dick,â he seethed, pressing his body against yours, pressing kisses up and down your neck. âAlways fuckinâ wants whatâs mine.âÂ
âLiam,â you whimpered as he pushed you down on the bed. âPlease.â
Any and all control of himself was abandoned, and he pulled his race suit off, watching as you pulled off your dress.Â
âFuckinâ perfect,â he cursed, climbing on top of you as he smirked. âYouâre all mine, arenât you?â
You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck as he slowly pushed inside you. It burned, in the best way. âAll yours.â
He smiled. âThatâs my girl, taking me so well.â
Once he was fully inside and you were comfortable, he was thrusting in and out of you at a rate previously unknown to Liam. Did he like fast and rough sex? Yes. Was it ever this fast? No. Was it ever this rough? ⌠no comment. He was grabbing and smacking all over your ass and tits, you were too busy gripping onto his hair as he used you how he pleased, all the while cursing out Yuki and praising you.Â
You both left the driverâs room a little bit less steady than before, but much more satisfied than going in. Liam felt better too, since heâd given you something to show just how much he meant it when he said he was yours, and you were his. That something stayed dripping down your leg as Liam finished the race, ahead of Yuki.Â
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Charles LeClerc: death?
He watched, the light in his eyes slowly dying, as you spoke animatedly to Carlos.Â
Carlos Sainz, now number one enemy of Charles LeClerc.Â
Honestly, he knew youâd never choose anyone over him, you loved him and he knew that. Still, some voice inside of him continued to urge him to run over to you two and scream âmineâ and then run off with you. He didnât, obviously. He knew you wouldâve been mad at him if he did.Â
As the day continued, you stayed talking to Carlos, every so often, Charles would interject with a sarcastic comment, or some stupid fact about you, then following it up with âyeah, I know more than youâ. It turned the two of them into school children. Both of them coming to you at different times of the day with random facts about random things, until you finally told them both to stop and share their love of facts with each other, not you. You had gotten so frustrated with the two of them, that you didnât even want to speak to Charles.Â
They both stopped after that.Â
Any time Charles was jealous after that palaver? Yeah, he just stuck with the regular PDA overload. He didnât want to deal with another sex ban.Â
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Carlos Sainz: also freaky wit it
His gaze darkened as he watched Charles put a hand on your shoulder. Bullshit. You were his girlfriend. You were his.Â
âQuerida, stop fucking with me,â he demanded, a tight hold on your arm as he dragged you into his hotel room, 30 minutes later.Â
You scoffed. âIâm shockingly not fucking with you at all,â you smiled, annoyed but unsurprised at his shitty behaviour. âIn fact, I was being perfectly nice to everyone, including you, all night.â
He watched as you sat on the bed, exasperated and tired of his behaviour. He noticed how you quickly pulled off your heel, took down your hair and sighed, staring at him.Â
âWhat?â you asked. âWhat did I do now?â
Part of him left bad, it wasnât your fault that you were irresistible. It wasnât your fault that Charles thought he could have whatever he wanted. It wasnât your fault that you had to be kind, just to keep up appearances. It still made his blood boil, but he did appreciate the fact that it wasnât technically your fault.Â
But someone had to help him get rid of all of this pent up tension.Â
âOn your knees,â he spoke, his voice low and laced with desire. Your eyes widened, but you did as he said anyway and sank down to your knees in front of him, âItâs going to be a long night, querida. I canât wait to see your pretty makeup smudged,â he smiled sadistically as you tried to not be as turned on as you were.Â
I guess you two were a match made in heaven, or maybe hell.Â
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Arthur LeClerc: plays his jealousy off⌠(not)
He grabbed a handful of your ass, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to yours as you yelped. You had been unsuspecting as you leaned over the guest barrier, trying to hear what Manuel was saying to you, when Arthur had caught his other teammate, Charles, staring at you with a smirk.Â
You shoved him off after a few seconds and stared at him, waiting for an explanation.Â
He shrugged. âJe voulais t'embrasser,â (I wanted to kiss you). âIs that a crime?â
âWhen youâre doing it like that, yes,â you chuckled, amused by his jealousy.Â
âWhat?â he smirked. âYou donât like it?â he teased.Â
You rolled your eyes. âArthur LeClerc,â your tone was warning. âDonât push it,â you leaned in closer, whispering. âTout le monde n'est pas aussi obsĂŠdĂŠ par moi que toi, arrĂŞte d'ĂŞtre jaloux.â (Not everyone is as obsessed with me as you, stop being jealous).
He laughed. âTu es irrĂŠsistible,â he pressed another kiss to your lips. âI cannot help it!â You gave him the finger as he walked away, and he blew you a kiss.
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Ollie Bearman: a bit upsetâŚ
He literally hit his head against the desk as he watched Kimi flash you his signature smile. He was sick of it. You were his girlfriend, not Kimi's best friend. You were his girlfriend. Alas, he couldnât exactly whisk you away, you were his race engineer after all, and this was a strategy meeting, so he sucked it up and paid attention, trying not to look at you.Â
Youâd noticed how low Ollie had been all day and caught up with him as you walked out of the strategy meeting. âYou alright?â you asked, wrapping one his arms around your shoulders as you walked beside him, away from the rest of the group.Â
âIâm alright,â he lied, a smile that didnât quite reach his eyes on his lips. You frowned.Â
âPlease talk to me,â you begged. âI donât like it when you shut me out.â
He sighed. âItâs embarrassing.â
âItâs not,â you smiled. âIâm sure itâs not Ollie, just talk to me.â
âI donât like how close Kimi is to you,â he admitted. âIâm⌠It makes me jealous sometimes.â
Your face softened. âSo Iâll put some distance,â you shrugged. âEasy.â
He did a double-take. âN-no I- you donât have to do-â
âOllie. I want us to work, and if that means I have to ask Kimi to back off a little bit, then Iâll do it, yeah?â
Ollie nodded. âIâm sorry-â
âShut up and kiss me, Bearman,â you rolled your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pressed your lips to his.Â
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Max Verstappen: ummm guys???
Max would be an insufferable child. He would literally hide their gloves and racing shoes, he would put dish-soap in their bottle, heâd somehow fuck up their laundry, and all because they looked at you too long. You were his, why would anyone else think you were available.Â
There he was, on live, racing with his team, when you came over with another can of redbull for him. Heâd been focused on the game, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a glimpse of his teammate, Lukeâs stream. He saw him checking you out.Â
He saw red.Â
âLuke, do you need something or do you just like staring at my girlfriend?â he scoffed and you groaned. He wasnât unknown to make scenes in public.Â
âMax,â you groaned. âPlease donât.â
He rolled his eyes and settled for a kiss on the cheek while Luke just blushed. Max understood where he was coming from, you were fucking gorgeous. That still didnât make it right though.Â
Again, a little while later, he caught Luke staring at you as you sat in the back of his set up, watching the race silently.Â
âSeriously Luke, do I need to turn off my camera or can you act like an adult and keep it in your pants?â He scoffed. âHet is onzin,â(itâs bullshit) he sighed.
âMax, calm down,â you pressed a kiss to his cheek, muting his mic. âWho gives a fuck about Luke?â
He groaned, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. âI just donât want you to be uncomfortable,â he admitted.Â
âIâm a big girl, Iâll be alright,â you smiled, kissing him again. âI love you.â
âI love you too,â he smiled, then went back to his racing, though he did push Luke off the track (in the game) a few (7) times.Â
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Paul Aron: he trusts you.Â
He sighed, watching Armaury place a hand on your waist. Was he losing you?
Then he smiled as he watched you shove him off, shouting in his face. You were a big girl, you could handle yourself. You didnât always need Paul to come in and protect you, he loved that about you. He felt his sense of pride growing as you walked over, still shouting at his teammate who was looking increasingly guilty and uncomfortable, even more so when you ran over to Paul and kissed him right there and then, in front of everyone.Â
Yeah, he really had nothing to worry about.Â
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Lance Stroll: mf he is scary.Â
Lance smirked as he watched James (a friend of his) wrap an arm around your waist as you danced with a couple friends. Your face screwed up into one of disgust, and you politely excused yourself to get another drink. James sauntered over to Lance, a smug smile on his face.Â
âMight want to keep your lady on a tighter leash,â he smirked.Â
âOh yeah?â Lance cocked an eyebrow.Â
âYeah man, she was dancing all over me!â he chuckled. âSeriously, Iâd steal if she wasnât such a-â
âDonât finish that sentence,â he told him, his tone dangerous. âMy girlfriend is exactly that, my girlfriend. If you want to go dance with her and make her uncomfortable, thatâs your prerogative, but donât be surprised when I punch you for it.â
His âfriendâ left quickly after that. He didnât bother you again.Â
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Jack Doohan: maybe a bit angryâŚ
He scoffed as he watched Pierre try yet another pick-up line on you and he felt himself get even angrier. Yes, he was the new guy. Yes, he should definitely bite his tongue and suck it up. Did he do that? NoâŚ
He went over to you and wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your head as Pierreâs face fell into a frown.Â
âOh, you two are-!â He started.
âTogether? Yeah. 3 years, right babe?â He smiled, a little too smiley for regular Jack.
â3 years, sounds right,â you nodded. âNice to meet you Pierre,â you smiled before walking off, away from the two of them. Jack followed behind you and you sighed. âYouâre an idiot.â
âItâs not my fault I have a hot girlfriend,â he defended.Â
âItâs not my fault Iâm the hot girlfriend!â You laughed. âJust⌠keep your jealousy to yourself in the future!â
He grabbed onto your waist a pleading look in his eye. âBut you make it so hardâŚâ
âDonât give me âfuck meâ eyes right now Jack Doohan,â you scoffed, pushing him off. âYou are such a child.â
He chuckled, happy with himself.Â
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Twenty One
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Summary: Bucky comes from a well respected family, he falls in love with a girl who prefers the simple things in life. Follow their journey through the years.
Word count: 5,600
Warnings: fluff, angst, heavy use of pet names. Brock, Dot and Jack. Swearing. A racial slur is used towards Sam. Talks of racism (very briefly) Injury done to reader, attempted sexual assault, hospital
A/N: No description of reader other than she has curly hair.
A/N: any racial hate you will be blocked immediately.
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Sweat dripped down the side of her face as she walked down the busy streets, her arms ached as the handles dug into her bare skin. Smiling at those as she passed them, her heart ached when the cute little Jack Russell wagged itâs tail at her, normally Y/n would politely ask the owner if she could pet their dog but since her arms where full she had to settle for giving the dog a smile and just hoped it would forgive her.
Just as she was about to turn the corner to walk down the street to where her apartment was she heard a voice that she would happily pay a lot of money to never hear again.
âHoly shit! Is that the freak?â
Satans spawn.
The man with half a brain cell.
Dumb as rocks.
Or better known as Brock Rumlow.
âFuck it is Jack! Shit Iâve not seen you since you ran out of school crying because of that little prank I pulled on youâ his loud obnoxious voice boomed.
Why the hell arenât your feet moving! She screamed to herself in her head.
âWhat are you doing here? Hey freak Iâm talking to you donât be so rudeâ he reaches out and pulls on her arm, spinning her around she comes face to face with the two guys who had spent years tormenting her.
âHow have you been freak?â Jack says looking her up and down licking his lips making her skin crawl.
âFreak-aw shit Jack do you think sheâs deaf now?â
âOr sheâs just being a rude bitch. I do have to admit sheâs fucking sexyâ Jack growled.
âDamn fucking rightâ
Y/n takes a step back and another and another all she needs to do is turn around and run to the safety of her home.
âHey where do you think youâre going sexy?â Jack unfortunately notices sheâs slowly backing away.
âL-Leave me a-aloneâ she hates how her voice wavers.
âWeâre just talking freak-â
âBrocky who are you talking to? Oh itâs the freakâ a whiny voice came from behind the two guys and then she sees the brunette that broke her Duckyâs heart. Dot.
âYeah just bumped in to her babyâ Brock threw his arm around the woman.
âWhen did it come back to town?â
âDonât know she didnât answer us, sheâs being rudeâ
âWell letâs not waste our time speaking to the thing and letâs goâ she whines.
âBaby stop being mean just because she stole your precious Bucky from you doesnât mean you can be jealous stillâ
âDonât be ridiculous it couldnât steal anything from me, look at me Brocky then look at itâ
âIâve seen you Dot and even though her backs riddled with scars Iâd still fuck herâ Brock laughs as Dot smacks his chest.
âDonât be gross. Letâs go boys weâre going to be lateâ
âBye bye Y/nâ Brock says walking away with Dot under his arm.
âBye sexy, Iâll see you aroundâ Jack ever the loyal dog follows his master.
She releases a stuttering breath as they got further away down the street, squeezing her eyes shut she went through her breathing exercises that Doctor Cho had taught her.
For three years she had been back living in their hometown and in the three years she only caught a glimpse of Brock once and thatâs when he was in the alleyway next to her workplace fucking some girl that was most definitely not Dot.Â
Y/n wondered if Jack had seen her whilst he was on his own would he have said anything? She knew it was pretty unlikely as he was a natural born follower meaning he would never speak or do anything if Brock wasnât there.
And as for Dot this was the first time she had even heard her voice, let alone seen her face to face. She probably wouldnât say anything either if âBrockyâ wasnât there.
âBun? Bunny?â
âYeah?â
âAre you alright?â Bucky asked slowly.
âHuh? When the hell did you get here?â Y/n blinked feeling slightly embarrassed that she was still standing in the middle of the street staring at where Brock had disappeared down.
âIâve been shouting your name for ages and I even waved my hand in front of your face, Bun did something happen?â
âOhâŚno everythingâs fine I just blanked out thatâs allâ
âYouâre not lying to me are you?â
âNo of course not, here take these theyâre heavyâ passing him the bags she walks to her apartment leaving Bucky behind without realising.
Her apartment was small but enough for her, her mom had tried to get Y/n to take a bigger one but she fell in love with this apartment, it was cosy and inviting. It was perfect for her.
âCan you put the shopping away, I just need to change me clothesâ she called over her shoulder.
âOf courseâ
Making a beeline straight for the bathroom she shuts the door locking it and goes over to the sink, putting the plug in the drain she fills the basin with hot water as it fills she takes the sponge coating it with the lavender body wash that Bucky brought her she turns off the tap and begins scrubbing her arm where Brock had touched her. Not stop until her arm started to bleed.
âBun you in the bathroom?â
âIâll be out in a secondâ
âHurry Iâm dying for a pissâ Drying off her arm and taking the plug out she unlocks the door she steps out, Bucky goes to step forward before his eyes falls to her arm âBun what happened?â
âN-nothingâ trying to move her arm as he tries to grab it âDucky itâs fine honestlyâ
âY/n please, please donât lie to meâ
âI saw Brock Jack and Dot and Brock touched my arm soâŚâ she trails off hoping Bucky understood.
Bucky stiffens up at the mention of his ex girlfriends name and the guy she had cheated on him with. He had only seen her a three times after he broke up with her, the first time was months after the breakup and she had showed up at his apartment that he shared with Steve and Sam begging him to take her back and that she would be better, said that she felt lonely in their relationship so thatâs why she cheated, promising him that if he took her back she wouldnât do it ever again. As Bucky just stood there not knowing what to do or say Sam came up from behind him and slammed the door in Dots face.
The second time was a few weeks later when she then showed up to Buckyâs workplace where he worked with his dad and begged him to give her a second chance, claiming that Brock was physically abusive to her. Bucky nearly caved he wasnât going to take her back but he felt sorry for the abuse she was subjected to and was going to ring the police for her until Linda - his fathers secretary - walked over to Dot and smudged the bruise on the brunettes face âitâs make up sirâ she told him.
The third and last time was when Bucky, Sam and Steve went to the diner not knowing she worked there, she was their waitress. Luckily for him she didnât try and speak to him other than take his order.
To hear that Brock had put his hands on Y/n made his blood boil.
âWhat did he say?â
âCalled me a freakâ Bucky flinched at the word memories of him calling her that the last time he saw her before she went to boarding school hit him âhe asked when I got back in to town and was just his self reallyâ
âBun-â
âThen Jack called me sexy Iâm pretty sure I threw up a little bit in my mouthâ
âHeâs a pig. Why didnât you tell me before?â
âBecause it doesnât matter Duck, Iâm okay nowâ
âDid he hurt you?â
âNo not really, I just wish that I never had to see him ever againâ
âSame, it would be perfect if all three of them fucked offâ
âIt would be nice wouldnât itâ she giggled.
âITS THE POLICE OPEN UPâ followed by banging on the door had both Y/n and Bucky jumping away from each other.
âDuckyâ
âStay here okayâ
Opening the door Bucky sighed and shook his head, a boisterous laugh filled her small apartment as Sam stepped in followed by Steve and Sarah.
âYou idiot you scared us!â Y/n scolded.
âScared you, not meâ Bucky replied buffing his chest out.
âNo he scared you tooâ
âIâm sorry it was just too funny not to do itâ Sam laughs.
âSorry Y/n/n I did tell him not to do itâ Sarah sighs shaking her head at her brothers antics.
âItâs alright Sar, but remind me to cancel the order for the cake that was for his birthday-â
âCake? You ordered me cake? Y/n/n donât take it away from me please, Iâll be goodâ Sam whines clutching Y/nâs arm.
âNo, youâve been badâ
âPlease Iâll be extra goodâ
âMaybeâ
âIâm taking that as a yesâ Sam cheers grinning at them all, everyone just rolls their eyes.
âRight well Iâm going to get dressed and Sam remember to be on your best behaviour or you get no cake for your birthdayâ
âYes maâamâ
Knocking on the door to Wandaâs and Visions apartment Nat opened the door, knocking Y/n backwards when she jumped on her.
âIâve missed you so much!â Nat said burying her face into Y/n shoulder.
âIâve missed you so much tooâ
âItâs been so long since Iâve seen youâ Nat pouts, it had only been a few months since she had last seen either one of the redheads.
âA few months Natty but okayâ
âHey stop hogging my wifeâ Wandaâs soft voice is heard from the doorway.
âHey hubbyâ
âHello my beautiful wifeyâ everyone watches with amused grins as Y/n and Wanda hugged.
âY/nâŚwhoâs the strangersâ Nat questioned eyeing up the guys and Sarah.
âOh yeah. Nat, Wanda this is Bucky, Steve Sarah and Sam, everyone this is my husband and our daughterâ
âYes OUR daughterâ
âWands you wanted a DNA test done and I did it, Natâs yoursâ
âI wanted to be grandads daughterâ Nat huffed.
âDonât mind them three, hi Iâm Vision but you can call me Vis. Come on in theyâll be arguing for agesâ
Following Vis into the apartment it felt homely and inviting, taking in his surroundings Bucky looked around when something caught his eye, a photo frame hanging on the wall.
The frame had two photos the first one was of Y/n, Nat and Wanda standing side by side with their arms around each other, the smile on Y/nâs face was huge and genuine.
And the second one was of the three again but in this one they was wearing their graduation gowns as they stood hand in hand they threw their caps into the air.
âThe first one is when Wanda and Nat met her and became friends and the second is obviously their graduation dayâ A voice said from the side of him. Bucky was so engrossed with the photos he hasnât realised someone had come up next to him âsorry I didnât mean to startle youâ
âNo itâs fine Vis, they all look so happyâ
âI truly believe that they are platonic soulmates, they were destined to meetâ
Bucky chuckles and nods agreeing with the manâs statement. âHere take a look at this one, this is from Wandaâs birthday a few years agoâ handing Bucky a photo frame off the wall there was three photos laid out horizontally.
ââŚthese are mugshotsâŚâ
âYeah they all got arrested for stealing a cow-â
âThey stole a cow?â
âYesâ Vis chuckles remembering Wanda throwing stones at his bedroom window and him looking out to see the girl he had a huge crush on and her friends standing outside, waving and smiling whilst standing next to a cow âI should probably tell you that it wasnât a real cow but a plastic one, they stole it from outside a bar that was called Moo Mooâ
âH-how-what-Iâm so confusedâ
âSo was I, getting woken up at two in the morning and seeing the three of them standing very proudly next to a huge plastic cow they had just stolen, still to this day I have no idea how they managed to carry it eight blocks to my dormâ
âJesus Christâ Bucky shakes his head laughing âwhat did you do?â
âWell I left my dorm to go out to them and when I got there they wasnât there then I saw the end part of the cow behind a tree and I heard them giggling I went over and the three of them was sitting on it, Nat and Y/n was telling Wanda to drive the cow faster so they wouldnât get caught then they all screamed when I said Wandaâs nameâ Vis retold Bucky the events of that night.
âWhat happened to Y/nâs face? Did the police do it?â
âNo no, no what happened was the police had arrived with the owner of the bar and made them get down but Y/n was very drunk and had missed calculated her steps, she fell.â
Bucky burst out laughing. âSheâs an idiotâ
âAll three of them were that night, Nat told the police she didnât speak English whilst saying it in English. Wanda started running, she ran around the tree a few times before a cop had grabbed a hold of her and Y/n wellâŚshe was still on the ground.â Vision laughed along with Bucky âthat was the night I knew I was in love with Wandaâ
âReally?â
âYes, I donât know why but it was that nightâ
Bucky smiled at the guy before looking back at the mugshots âY/n never told me she was arrested beforeâŚhow did Wanda get them? I thought the police kept themâ
âOh. And Wandaâs father is quite scary when he wants to be, he made sure that the police report was destroyed and that the girls were let go. He paid for any damages and the owners âpain and sufferingâ. Wanda had given Y/n and Nat the same frame and photos, Nat has hers hanging up Iâm not sure about Y/nâ
âPain and sufferingâ Bucky shook his head âIâve never seen it at her apartmentâ
Vision shrugged his shoulders âhave you seen this photo before?â He asks changing the subject.
âYeah, she has it hanging up on her wallâ the photo was of the girls, Vision, Pietro and another guy.
âThatâs Clint, heâs sat over thereâ Vis turns and points over at Clint who was talking to Steve, Sam and Sarah âwe all did a marathon for charity and to say the girls was struggling is an understatement, me and the guys end up having to practically carry them over the finishing lineâ
Bucky already knows the story behind the photo he laughed just as he did when Y/n had told him when he saw it. âTheyâre idiotsâ
âOh most definitely, and when theyâre together theyâre even worseâ
âOi Vis go and get the girlsâ Clint shouts over.
âAre they still arguing?â Receiving a nod from his friend he turns to Bucky âcome on you can help meâ
Bucky nods handing the photo frame back to Vis watching him place it back on to the hook Bucky follows him outside to the hallway where the girls were still arguing with each other.
â-well you slept with Frankâ Wanda says with her hands on her hips.
âI did and it was fanbloodytasticâ Y/n says back mirroring Wandaâs stance.
âMom, dad stop arguing pleaseâ Nat said standing in the middle of the two.
âGirls come on youâre not setting a good example for Nat-â Vis tries before being cut off by Y/n.
âOh look who it is, the other womanâ
âY/n leave him alone-â
âNo Wanda I wonât leave him alone, heâs your mistress. Didnât think Iâd find out? Babysitter you said babysitter my bumâ
âBaby please he means nothing to me, Iâll stop seeing him I promiseâ at Wandaâs words Buckyâs eyes widen as he looks at Vision.
âItâs always like this, honestlyâ Vis whispered to Bucky âgirls come on or your not getting pizzaâ
âThis is the only time Iâll listen to your mistress Wanda.â Y/n takes Natâs hand and walks into the apartment with Wanda following behind them.
âIs-are they always like that?â
âPretty much they have several different lifeâs together, when they start pretending theyâre aliens my advice would be for you to runâ
As the night draw close they their goodbyes to the two couples the five of them head off home, Bucky took his jumper off and handed it to Y/n who accepted with a shy smile.
âI canât believe it took so long for you to introduce us to themâ Sam says trying and failing to walk in a straight line.
âYouâre not even drunk so how are you all over the place Sam? And I know Iâm sorry but Iâm proud of you for behavingâ Y/n says with her arm linked with Buckyâs.
âItâs the pathway, itâs not straight and I was good wasnt I? Do I still get cake?â
âI-what? Yeah you still get cakeâ
âYou know it makes sense snowflakeâ
âWell this is me, thanks for inviting me tonight Y/n it really meant a lotâ Sarah says standing at the bottom of the steps leading up to her house, after having her second son and her ex leaving them for some other woman Sarah had been staying home, raising her kids and never spending any time for herself. Y/n had got Sam to ask their parents if they could take the boys for the night so Sarah could spend some time with the group and obviously they agreed.
âYou donât need to thank me Sarah, come on Iâll walk you to your door like a gentlemanâ and thatâs what she did, she walked Sarah to her front door and stayed to make sure she had locked the door. âCome on then fellas walk me homeâ
âYour such a kind gentleman Y/nâÂ
âI know my parents raised me right Stevieâ
Sticking his tongue out at her him and Sam walked a little bit in front leaving Bucky and Y/n arm in arm.
âSo missy I found out something about you tonight and Iâm quite shocked you didnât tell meâ
âWhat? Whatever they said I did I didnât do itâ
âI saw your mugshotâ
âOh yeah that well you know how tough this life is Ducky itâs hard out on the streetsâ
âYou stole a plastic cowâ
âYepâ
âWhy?â
âWe were making a statementâ
âAbout? Who too?â
âDemocracyâ
âDemocracy? You stole a cow for democracy?â
âYes well no I donât really remember why but I know that it was so frigging heavy!â
Bucky had never truly laughed so much in one night and it was all thanks to his Bunny.
âBuckâŚâ Steve says in a hushed warning tone.
Before Bucky could reply his skin crawled.
âItâs the freak and her dogsâ
Brock Fucking Rumlow.
âShut up man and move out of the wayâ Sam says trying to move around the pair.
Brock looks at Sam eyeing him up and down before looking at Jack, calling Sam a racial slur he asked the man to his left âdidnât just tell me what to do did he?â Jack surprised everyone but Bucky by flinching at the slur.
âYeah man he didâ Jack stuttered.
âFreak come here so I can show you a good time, you know with my cockâ
âFuck off Brockâ Bucky growls tightening his hold on Y/nâs arm.
âMad that I took your first bitch now Iâm about to take your second one?â Brock goaded.
âMan you really need to grow up, itâs really sad that youâre still acting like you did in schoolâ Sam says before Bucky could.
âI swear to god da-â
âFinish that word and I will punch youâ shocking everyone Y/n practically growled.
âYeah of course you will freakâ
âDo it and letâs find outâ
Brock looked at Jack with a grin not like Jack responded as he kept his eyes on the ground.
âAlright freak, d-â
A deafening crunch echos through the quiet streets shortly followed by Brock screaming.
Y/n moved out of Buckyâs arm so quick he didnât even notice but he definitely noticed Y/n pulling her arm back before punching Brock straight in his face, connecting and breaking his nose.
Brock fell to the ground clutching his nose in his hands, Y/n knelt down leaning one knee on his stomach âletâs not be messing with the freaks friends again, okay. Thatâs a good little rockâ
Standing up she looked at Jack who just gave her a short nod she looked the boys and smiled âletâs go fellasâ
âHoly shit Y/n!â Steve chuckled.
âHave I ever told you I love you?â Sam asks stepping over Brock as he still lays on the ground.
âBunâŚâ
âCome on I want to go homeâ as they go around the corner and walk away from the two guys who never seemed to have grown up Steve and Sam reenact the scene. Y/n stopped short and shook her hand out âow ow ow this really hurts I-I think itâs broken, oh my god heâs going to kill me if he sees me again! Why did you lot let me punch him?â
âBunny calm down pass me your handâ
âCalm down? Calm down Ducky? Iâve broke my frigging smegging hand and Iâm going to be killed, murdered! And youâre telling me to calm down!â
âIâm trying so hard not to laugh right now but youâre not going to be killed just come here so I can check your handâ Bucky holds his hand out so he could see hers.
Complying with his order she puts her hand in his flinching when he touched her fingers.
âMother trucker!â She mutters out through clenched teeth.Â
âItâs not broken or fractured, it was a hard punch you did there Bunâ
âDucky my hands practically hanging offâ
âNo itâs notâ rolling his eyes at her dramatics.
âY/n you didnât have to do that you know, Iâve heard worse Iâm use to itâ Sam says earnestly feeling bad she hurt her hand in defending him.
âWell you shouldnât Sam, so what if your black that doesnât mean you deserve to be treated any less than a white person and I love you Sammy so Iâm-ouchy this frigging stings-not going to stand by and let him call you that wordâ
âY/nâŚI-fuck your my favourite person in this worldâ
âDid it take me punching Brock for you to realise that?â
âPretty muchâ Sam winked still feeling bad about her hand.
âRude-holy sugar balls Bucky stop touching my very serious woundâ
âY/n youâre twenty one you can swear you knowâ Steve says stifling his laughter with the different words she comes out with instead of just simply swearing.
âI-I canâtâŚmomma said itâs badâ
âIf we promise that we wonât tell your mom that you swore will you just do it? Because sorry Bunny I kind of lied to youâ Bucky tells her nodding to Steve and Sam who nod in promise.
âWha-what do you mean you lied?â
âYouâve dislocated your finger, I need to put it back into placeâ
âOh I think Iâm going to pass out. Okay-okay I can do thisâŚpromise you wonât tell momma I swore?â All three promise âokay letâs do this, Sam do the count down and Steve hold my hand and Ducky you perform the operationâ
âYouâre so dramatic but okayâ
â3âŚ2âŚ1â
âFuck-shit-dick-cunt-bastard-bitch-why are you laughing?â
âBecause I havenât even done it yet, now I haveâ
âHoly sugar plum fairyâŚthat didnât hurt, why didnât that hurt?â
âBecause youâre super strongâ he winked.
âProud of you Y/n and who knew you had such a potty mouthâ Steve laughed placing his hands in his pockets.
âI know I shock myself with it tooâ
âHey um didnât any of you notice Jacks reaction to Brockâs slur?â Sam wondered if he was seeing things or if he saw what he saw.
âYeah, he seemed uncomfortable by itâ Steve agreed, Y/n nodded her head in agreement with the blonde.
âWell I actually know whyâŚâ
âBucko you canât say you know but then trail off manâ
âI was trying to build suspense, itâs because heâs dating Angela you know from school?â
âHow do you know?â
âHer sister is friends with Rebecca and apparently their parents arenât happy sheâs dating a guy whoâs best friend is Brock, doesnât take a genius to figure out who it isâ
âAngela could do so so so much better, did she bang her head or something?â Y/n asked, she remembered Angela from her maths class and stood by her statement. Angela was also the first female black student at the school.
âProbablyâ Bucky laughed âbut yeah so thatâs why he didnât say anythingâ
âAnyway letâs go home now Iâm cold and tired and Iâm pretty sure my hands going to fall off.â
Heading to Y/nâs apartment Bucky walked her up whilst the other two stayed outside, just like Y/n did with Sarah he waited outside her door to hear the locks before heading back downstairs.
âYou need to tell her manâ Sam yawns as the long day started to catch up to him.
âI knowâŚâ he sighs falling into step with Steve none of them noticing Brock standing on the corner of the street.
Settling herself on the firm yet pillowy mattress and pulling her thick quilt over her after doing her night time routine she let the warmth of her apartment help her to drift off to sleep.
Her peaceful slumber was disturbed slightly by a noise coming from somewhere inside of her apartment thinking it was a pipe settling like normally she didnât bother opening her eyes, pulling her quilt further up.
Her entire body tensed up when a hand was placed over her mouth she started so squirm, eyes shooting open and widening at the dark figure standing over her.
âStop moving you stupid bitchâ Brockâs low voice shattered the silence. âHereâs whatâs going to happen youâre going to lie here and take my cock just like a dumb good little freak that you are and I might just let you off for putting your hands on me earlierâ
Squirming even more panic rises more and more at the prospect of him destroying her in the worst possible way.
Brock pulls back her quilt licking his lips at the sight of her bare legs as she was just in her shorts and a jumper. âIâm going to love taking my time with you, a second bitch Iâve taken from James fucking Barnes. Stop moving your just going to make it worse for yourselfâ
Climbing into the bed and over her he struggled trying to pull her shorts down with his free hand as he still had his other hand over her mouth.
âAw I love your cute little pantiesâ
Thrashing more violently now that he had managed to successfully get her shorts down she manages to jolt him slightly, the moment he started to unbuckle his belt she had gained some form of superhuman strength as she managed to knock him off her. Once freed she scrambles off the bed and towards the door.
âYou fucking bitch, if you want to play letâs playâ
Running out of the door her long hair gets yanked backwards making her fall into Brock, ramming her arm back she hits him in the stomach. âStop struggling freakâ
âGet the fuck off me! Someone help!â She screamed trying to get away from him.
During the struggle somehow they ended on the floor Brock sits heavily on her back reaching out to grab one of her hands he twists it painfully behind her and uses the other hand to pull her head up by her hair to just to start smacking her head off the floor.
Screams echoed throughout her apartment the overbearing pain soaring through her body she doesnât register her door come flying open or that there was police officers pointing their guns at Brock.
Falling into the darkness she doesnât register a gun firing.
The beeping off the machine had her raising her hand as she tried weakly to wave it around to try and turn off her alarm. Groaning when it wasnât working so opened her eyes just to shut them straight away being blinded by the bright light she let out a deep groan.
âY/n? Baby try not to move. Howard get the doctorâ
âM-momma?â She croaked out swallowing thickly as her throat stung.
âItâs okay sweetheart your in the hospitalâ
âW-why?â
The sound of the door opening had her mother not responding âHi Miss Stark could you please open your eyes for me?â
âNoâ
âHow come?â
âIâm deadâ
Howard chuckles in the background and a hitting sound shortly followed after âHowardâ her mother hissed.
âSorryâ he whispers.
Opening her eyes slowly she looked straight for her dad and winked at him knowing she had gotten him in to trouble with Maria. âHi Docâ
âHi, Iâm just going to run some tests and weâll go from thereâ
The tests were done as the doctor told her what he was doing as he moved on to the next test. Her body ached something fierce, and when the doctor moved her arm she finally saw the cast that was on her arm.
âW-what happened to my arm?â
âItâs been broken angelâ Howard answered hating to see her limb that way.
âOh.â
âThe police need to speak to you angel okay?â
âOkayâ
Everything moved in slow motion after the doctor left happy with the results, two police officers came into the room after giving them her recounts of what happened that night she was shocked to discover that it had been five days since that night.
Her neighbour Ms Peters had been woken up to Y/nâs screams and had rang the police when they arrived they kicked in her door guns drawn as Brock wouldnât comply with their orders.
Y/nâs heart rate dropped making the monitor go crazy when she heard the officer tell her that they had to shoot Brock.
Only in the shoulder but still.
âI-itâs all my faultâ she stammered once the police had left with her statement.
âAngel donât be silly, you did nothing wrongâ
âI punched him dad!â
âBecause he was making racial comments about Sam, Y/n you did nothing wrong I promise yo-â
As knock on the door interrupted the rest of his sentence.
âCan we see her now?â Buckyâs voice sounded through the door.
âYes, theyâve been asking for nearly four hoursâ Maria tells Y/n chuckling when her daughter rolls her eyes.
âCome on darling weâll go and get something to eatâ pulling Howard out the room leaving Bucky and all her friends standing there.
âYou all need to sign my castâ Y/n holds her arm up smilingÂ
Breathing out of breath of relief Bucky was the first one to go over to her and gently placed his arms around her frame, placing a kiss upon her forehead then rested his against hers.
âBun I was so scared when your dad rang me, are you alright? Are you in pain? Do you want me to get you some-â
âDucky Iâm fine honestly, Iâve got a castâ
âSo I can see, are you sure you donât want anything?â
âIâm sure, my face hurts kind of hurtsâ
âItâs because itâs a messâ Wanda says as she rearranges the bouquet of flowers her and Vis had gotten her.
âAm I still pretty enough for you?â Y/n starts fixing her hair and batting her eyelashes.
âYes-no-maybeâ
âAre you going to divorce me now?â
âNo my beaut-prett-my wifeâ
âEven in serious times like this you two canât even be seriousâ Clint laughs letting go of Nat to make his way over to Y/n so he could give her a hug. âIâm glad your okay sunshineâ
âThanks Clintâ
Making themselves at home in the hospital room a nurse had to come in twice to tell them they needed to be quiet and reminded them that it was a hospital and not a playground.
Visiting hours came to an end one by one her family gave her a hug and kisses to her cheek or forehead.
âDuckyâ
âBunnyâ
âC-can you stay with me? You donât hav-â
âOf course Bunâ
âIâll tell the doctors that youâre staying son, Iâll see you both tomorrowâ Howard says from the door as he was originally waiting for Bucky to say his goodbyes.
âThanks sirâ shaking his head at the title Bucky had called him he watched as the young man who his daughter was in love with take a seat next to her in the bed, waiting for the day to come when they realised they were in love with one another.
Waiting for the day to come that heâd be calling James Barnes his son in law.
Settling down in the semi comfortable bed with Buckyâs arms around her waist she breathed in the fading smell of his aftershave.
âBunâ
âDuckâ
âI-I love youâ
âI love you tooâ
The only sound coming from the room was the quiet beeping of the machines and the sound of their breathing mixed together.
âNo Y/n I meanâŚI mean Iâm in love with you, Iâve known since I was fourteenâ
âIâm in love with you too Jamesâ
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understated, overwhelming (life is always best when you're around) - nico hischier
pairing: nico hischier x self insert gender neutral reader
warnings: swearing, fluff, nothing much else!
title: "float" by HARBOUR
word count: 3.6k
author's note: hi hi hi!! tried something out of my comfort zone with a self insert reader. also tried my absolute best with a gender neutral reader but if i made a glaring mistake somewhere, please call me out! this is my entry for @callsign-denmark 's Luck of The Puck Fic Exchange written for @selfindulgentpoorlywritten !! andi, i'm so sorry this is a bit late but hope you enjoy this little piece as much as i enjoyed writing it (:
~*~*~
You consider yourself a pretty nice person.Â
You try to do your day job well, even if your supervisor drives you nuts from time to time. You call your mom every week, even if she thinks it should be more. You always help your elderly neighbor with their groceries if you happen to be outside at the same time. You foster dogs, mainly because your family has been doing it since you were young.Â
But right now, as music is booming through the walls that is most definitely not the music you have softly playing on your speaker, youâre not feeling very nice. It had been a tiring day at work and all you want to do is snuggle up in your bed with a book. Whatever rap music is playing through the walls from your neighbor isnât helping.Â
Youâre debating about whether you should say something. Firstly, youâre 90% sure itâs coming from the apartment across from you whose inhabitant you actually have seen the least. Itâs not like youâre stalking your neighbors, but after living here for over two years now, youâre familiar with the faces. The only thing you know about the person who lives in 1708 is that there are two of them and that they look related. But thatâs not even a sure fact.
All you know is right now, theyâre getting on your last nerve.Â
You scratch behind Bobaâs ears, the Jack Russell Terrier youâre currently fostering, and pat his head before you decide that you have to go say something. You gain some courage before opening your front door.Â
Turns out, you donât even have to knock on your neighborsâ door. More accurately, itâs already open as a guy around your age, maybe a bit younger, says goodbye to the guy youâre almost positive lives there. Both the guysâ eyes slide to you and you fight the urge to shrink.Â
âHi,â the guy with his hand on the doorknob says, not unkindly. âCan I help you?â
You blink, âHi. Listen, I really donât want to be a bitch, but could you turn your music down? Itâs a weeknight and I have to work in the morning.â
To his credit, his eyes widen apologetically. âShit, yeah, of course. Sorry. I didnât realize it was so loud. Weâre about to wrap up anyways.â You wave him off as he sticks his hand out. âI donât know if weâve met. Iâm Jack.â
You offer your name with a tight-lipped smile before shifting your eyes towards the other guy, floppy hair almost covering the amused glint in his eyes. Heâs been leaning against the wall this whole time and heâs really fucking cute. âAnd you are?â
âNico,â he nods with a shake of your hand. âIâm also sorry about the noise on behalf of Jack, even though I donât live here.â
âItâs fine,â you hear Bobaâs paws trotting on the hardwood floor and you stick your foot out to prevent him from running out. âWell, itâs nice to meet you both.â
Jackâs eyes trail down to Boba, who's looking at the two new voices with curious eyes. âAnd whoâs this?â
You hold in a sigh, picking up Boba in your arms so he doesnât start running down the hallway. âThis is Boba. You can pet him if youâd like. He loves people.â Jack needs no further invitation and reaches to scratch behind his ears. Nico is a bit more hesitant, but the grin threatening to spill out of his lips has you softening.Â
After more pets, Jack apologizes again and you bid them goodnight, ushering Boba back inside and turning off your lights. You hear no music, thank goodness, as you climb into bed.
A few weeks later youâre waiting for the elevator after a walk with Gretchen, a golden retriever who drives you nuts, when Nico runs in just as it closes. You donât expect him to remember you, but he does, saying your name softly paired with a nod.Â
He gestures towards Gretchen, whoâs nipping about at your feet. âThatâs not Boba, is it?â
âNo, itâs not,â you say. âThis is Gretchen. Boba got adopted last week.â He opens his mouth but you beat him to it. âI foster dogs. None of them are mine. Just, you know, giving them a home when they need it before they find their permanent home.â
âThatâs very sweet of you.â
You shrug, because itâs not that big of a deal. To you, at least. âMy family did it growing up, still does. So itâs a part of me now, I guess.â You switch the topic. âWhat are you up to on this sunny Saturday?â
âI, uh, working, I guess.â
You raise an eyebrow. âWhat do you do?â
Nico clears his throat and now youâre intrigued. âI play hockey. Professionally. Thatâs how I know Jack, actually. And his roommate, whoâs also his brother. Weâre all teammates.â
You squint a bit, eyes scanning over Nicoâs face before nodding slowly. âThat somehow makes sense. That would explain the weird hours.â
âYou keep track of Jackâs in and outs?â
âConsidering I didnât even know his name until the night we all met, no,â you snort as you both step into the elevator. âI just hear their door open and close at weird times. So, working today?"
âYeah. We have a game tonight.â
âGotcha.â You press the button for â17,â not expecting Nico to lean over and press â21â himself.Â
He must see your confusion. âI also live in this building,â he explains.Â
You blink. âHow long?â
âA little over a year now, but as you figured out, itâs weird hours.â
A beautiful man like him has been living in the same building as you for that long and you havenât ever run into him?Â
You nod, watching the handsome man bend down and coo at Gretchen, who licks his hand, that traitor. You did notice the first time you met him that he was really cute, but you were also really tired and cranky because of the noise. But here in the daylight, with a black beanie tossed over his hair and kindness in his eyes?Â
You need to get out of this elevator fast before you say something stupid.Â
Luckily, the pinging sound lets you know youâve arrived on your floor. You give the leash a gentle hug before trying to give Nico a genuine smile. âGood luck at your game tonight.â
You rush out before there's even a chance for him to reply, Gretchen trotting along happily beside you.Â
*****
Something that sounds an awful lot like a smoke alarm going off greets you as youâre walking down the hallway to your place after work. Itâs coming from Jackâs apartment, causing you to snort. You decide to knock on the door to make sure everything is alright.Â
Itâs not Jack or his brother you have yet to meet yet who opens the door, but Nico. Over his shoulder, you see someone who looks a lot like Jack fanning a pillow. You do hear Jack cursing and you canât help but chuckle.Â
âHi.â
âHi,â you say, amused. âYou donât live here.â
âOuch.â He teases back. âThatâs no way to treat a neighbor.â
âI think itâs quite nice of me to check up on my neighbor when I hear their smoke alarm going off, actually,â you shoot back. The playfulness in your voice surprises even you, but thereâs something about the brown-haired man that makes you immediately comfortable. You feel like youâve known him for years, even though you really donât know anything about him. And you donât count the things you had found when you searched âjack nico new jersey hockeyâ after you ran into Nico in the elevator.
(Finding out that you live across from one of the seemingly most skilled players in the NHL and that you also met the captain, another highly-skilled player, was a moment that had your head spinning. You had to shut down your laptop and play with Boba afterwards to get yourself togetherr)
The alarm stops beeping and Jackâs head pokes up behind Nicoâs shoulder. âHi neighbor!â
You canât help but laugh at his boyishness. âHey Jack.â
âEverything alright?â
âI think I should be asking you that question. Iâm just coming back from work and I heard the alarm.â
Jack grimaced, casting a look back into his apartment. âYeah, I donât think dinner will be salvageable but thatâs alright.â
âNo itâs not,â the guy you presume is Jackâs brother grumbles.Â
Jack whacks him across the stomach. âShut up. This is Luke, my younger brother.â
You nod with a smile. âNice to meet you, Luke.â An idea pops in your mind. âI was gonna try a new lasagna recipe today. Do you three wanna come over in a bit?â
âYou donât need to do that,â Nico assures.Â
But you wave him away. âI never proportion my shit right anyways, so youâd actually all be doing me a favor. It shouldnât take too long either.â
âNicoâs right,â Jack says. âThatâs a really nice offer, but-â
âI wonât set off the smoke alarm,â you sing playfully. That seems to do it, as they laugh. They still seem hesitant, so you compromise. âHow about this? Got any vegetable dishes up your sleeve?â
Jack brightens up. âI was gonna make a greek salad as a side before we almost burnt down the apartment.â
You beam. âPerfect. You guys can go make that while I get started on the lasagna.â
Before you can turn on your heel, Nico pipes up. âI can help you with the lasagna, if you want?â He casts a look at Jack and Luke. âI donât wanna be around in case they somehow mess up the salad.â
The brothers start protesting as you laugh, slightly nervous at the prospect of spending some decent alone time with Nico. âSure. Itâll probably go a bit faster with a set of extra hands.â
With that, Jack and Luke head back to their place while you fiddle with the key to yours, feeling Nicoâs presence behind you. You push open the door and kick off your shoes as he does the same. He surveys your apartment as you hang up your coat. You pat yourself on the back for actually cleaning it yesterday rather than flopping in bed like you had initially wanted to.Â
As you start gathering ingredients, you let Nico explore, his eyes darting around your living space. You wonder what he thinks about the pictures you have on your wall of your family and friends, half expecting him to ask about them. But he keeps quiet as you turn on the stove, meandering over and waiting for instructions.Â
Heâs a good sous chef, all things considered. Not that lasagna is particularly a hard recipe, but thereâs something quite intimate about cooking with someone you barely know. Though, as youâre cooking, you tell Nico about your job, your background, how you didnât necessarily think youâd end up in Jersey but that youâre happy to be here anyways. In turn, he tells you about his family, Switzerland and hockey, though you can tell he purposefully glazes over the latter. Judging from the basic research youâve done â and whatever praises your hockey-loving cousin drawled on about over the phone yesterday â you immediately conclude that Nico is humble, always turning the conversation back to you.Â
Itâs quite lovely, even if unexpected. The lasagna is almost done by the time Jack and Luke knock on your door.Â
For a few brief moments, you panic, wondering why you thought this was a good idea. What do you have in common with three pro-hockey players? But that panic quickly dissipates, Luke seeing the tiny Ohio State magnet on your fridge (your uncleâs, not yours) and immediately lightheartedly trash talking you as Jack and Nico take over setting up the table and plates.Â
You close your front door that night with three new numbers in your phone and an unofficial promise from you to catch a game in person sometime.Â
*****
You love Gretchen, you really do, but damn, sheâs a lot of work.Â
Youâre lucky that your job has flexible hours, because Gretchenâs barking would probably drive your neighbors insane if she was left alone in your apartment all day. Sheâs starting to drive you insane.Â
Somehow, she was well behaved at the outdoor market you went to today, so you give her a few treats to nibble on as you go back downstairs to grab everything else. As youâre shutting the door of your car, a bag slips out of your grasp and everything spills out, causing you to groan.Â
âYou alright there?â
You look up from where youâre bending down to grab your things to see Nico briskly walking over from his car, an amused look on his face. You chuckle a bit. âYeah. This bag decided just to crap out on me. Luckily, thereâs nothing really breakable in there.â
He picks up some bath bombs and a loofah in minor confusion. The furrow in his eyebrows is kinda adorable. âWhatâs this for?â
âOne of my coworkers is about to get married so all of us pitched in to get some spa products. I volunteered to put it together to make a gift basket of sorts.â
He hums, swinging the now-filled bag over his shoulder and walking alongside you as you head into the building. âThatâs really nice of you. And a good idea for a gift too.â
âYeah. To be fair, the spa stuff wasnât necessarily my idea. I just had time to buy them today and I have a knack for making pretty baskets.â
âI should take some notes,â Nico says. âI have a couple friends back in Switzerland getting married soon and need to get them gifts.â
âYou wanna come up and help me put it together?â
Nico visibility hesitates as you two wait for the elevator. âI donât want to intrude in your plans.â
âI have no plans,â you deadpan. âItâs a Sunday. Iâm surprised I even got myself to go to the market today.â
He laughs. âWell, in that caseâŚâ he presses the button for your floor, but not his. âAny dogs you got in your home right now?â
âStill Gretchen,â you say. âSheâs being extra bitchy today though, so sorry in advance for all the barking.â You guys walk into your apartment, and Gretchen barks once before perching her head, begging for pets. Nico gives them to her and she curls up against him. You snort. âOh, I see how it is, Gretch. You see a cute boy and suddenly youâre well behaved?â
Nico looks up from where heâs crouched to pet Gretchen. âYou think Iâm cute?â Oh. Shit. You just glare at him as he smirks, nodding at your bags. âWhat else are you putting in the basket?â
âA bunch of soaps, a really fluffy bathrobe one of our other coworkers found on Amazon, some candles, these facemasks I ordered from KoreaâŚall the good stuff.â
He watches as you take out the empty basket, some wrapping paper, and a few colorful ribbons. You honestly donât consider yourself very crafty, but after doing a few gift boxes like this in your life, this is something that you pride yourself in doing decently well.Â
âCan you reach into the drawer across from the sink and hand me the scissors, please?â You ask. Nico abides, sliding the scissors across the counter.Â
âI think the same, by the way.â
You blink, measuring out the length of the ribbons correctly. âHm?â
âI think youâre cute too.â
It takes all your control to cut the ribbon carefully before looking up at him. You see him swallow, confident with a hint of hesitation. You look down and try to steady your hands. âWell, depending on how good you are at cutting wrapping paper, I might have to keep you around.â
âHelping you out with dinner that night wasnât enough?â
âThe real test is seeing if you know how to wrap gifts.â
âI donât.â
You canât help but snort. âFigures.â
âSo, what?â You look up to see Nico giving you a look that makes your stomach flip. He tilts his head to the side, trying to find something in your face. Youâre not sure what. âYouâre gonna kick me out?â
One side of your lips quirk up as Gretchen barks. âI guess Iâll keep you around.â
*****
You and Nico become fast friends. To be honest, itâs not like you see each other all the time, with your normal work schedule and his abnormal one. But more often than not, when Nico asks if youâre around, you usually are. It starts with more homecooked dinners, which turns into trying new restaurants because itâs more reasonable to go with someone else so you can order more at a time, which turns into you seeing some new event happening or shop opening up and thumbing over to your text thread with him asking him if he wants to join. Nine times out of ten, unless heâs on a road trip, heâs free.Â
Sometimes Jack and Luke join. Most times they donât. Youâre not offended. Jack and Luke are a bit younger and have their own friends. They remind you of your younger cousins.
The thing is, you just enjoy Nicoâs company. You learn about his goals, his insecurities, the things that bring him joy. Heâs kind, considerate and so incredibly interesting. You feel so comfortable around him, whether youâre yapping away about childhood stories or in silence walking around the streets of Newark.Â
When you finally take up your neighborsâ offer to go to a Devils game after many nagging texts for the Hughes brothers, Nico knocks on your door within minutes, unexpectedly pulling you into a tight hug. Youâre taken aback, but his dimpled smile is worth it.Â
You take one of your closest friends and have a wonderful time. Youâre not much of a hockey fan, but your friend is, happy to talk you through icings and delayed penalties and offsides. Your eyes track 43 and 86 as your friend raves about the âHughes skating.â But most of the time, youâre eyeing the one with the 13 and the C, who takes a deep breath before every face off.Â
For your first game, itâs a fun one, a nail biter that ends in a 4-2 win against the Minnesota Wild. You shoot Jack, Luke and Nico all a text congratulating them on a good game.
Itâs when youâre in bed that night do you really thumb through their replies, Nicoâs simple heart emoji making you fall asleep with a smile.Â
*****
Besides being a nice person, you also consider yourself to have a decent memory.Â
Until thereâs a knock on your door that has you confused. You put down your tea, petting Moose, the dalmatian youâve been looking after recently, as you walk to the door.Â
Nico looks so cozy, a black Kith sweatshirt with a beanie over his hair. He blinks at you. You blink back.Â
âHi.â
âHi,â you say, amused even if a bit confused. âWhatâs up? Did we have plans tonight?â
âNo, well, not pre-planned.â Nico bends down to pet Moose, who he met yesterday when you guys went to a new coffee shop. âYou busy?â
âAnd what if I was?â
âYouâd cancel for me anyways,â he teases.Â
And the thing is, heâs right. You sigh playfully. âFine. Gimme a few minutes to get dressed.â
Nico grabs the leash off the hook. âMoose is coming too.â
âOh?â
He flicks his hand. âGo get dressed.â
âBossy,â you comment, before walking to your bedroom.Â
It turns out your plans are a newly opened dog park that youâve heard about but havenât gotten the chance to check out. Moose is immediately excited, and your heart does something funny when you see Nico calm him down so he doesnât run anyone over. Nico told you he hadn't grown up with dogs, but you wouldnât know with how gentle he is with every dog youâve fostered during your friendship thus far.Â
After playing with Moose for a bit, he collapses on the grass, allowing you and Nico to sit and also relax.Â
âYou look happy.â
You turn to Nico with a smile. âI am.â
âGood. All I want is for you to be happy.â
You swallow and take a deep breath. âNico.â
âWhat?â
âYou canât just say things like that.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause,â you whisper. You swear the space between you both has decreased.Â
âBecause what?â
You huff. âAre you really gonna make me say it?â
âYes.â
You roll your eyes fondly, staring down at the grass for a few seconds before looking into his eyes again. âYou canât say things like that because then youâll make me believe that I have a chance to be with you. To be more than friends.â
âAnd why is that so hard to believe?â
What?
âWhat?â You ask.Â
âIs it such a hard thing to believe?â Nico asks gently. His cologne is filling your senses now and youâre so overwhelmed. âThe chance to be with you would be an honor.â
âNico.â
âWhat?â
âYouâre fucking with me.â
He chuckles, âIâm not.â He leans in to place a chaste kiss on your cheek and you kinda wanna die. âSo, what do you say? Wanna give it a shot?â
âAre you sure?â
âNever been sure of anything more in my life.â His confidence is back and it makes you wanna kiss him silly.Â
You take his hand and squeeze it in yours. âOkay.â
âOkay?â
âOkay, yeah. Letâs give it a shot. On one condition though.â
âAnything.â
âYouâre helping me with all these dogs. I still donât know how you got Gretchen to like you. She barely liked me.â
Nico laughs loudly. It makes you grin. âWhat can I say? I must be special.â
You bite your lip. Yeah. He really is.Â
You watch as Moose suddenly has energy again and trots between you two, licking Nicoâs face. He scrunches his nose in delight and you feel like the sun is suddenly shining brighter.Â
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Hey Rose!
Mind if I request a werewolf Jack Russell (2022 Special) x Reader fanfic where Jack is just acting like an overly excited puppy when the reader comes home?
I will definitely see about writing this request anon, however considering (that I read of) there was no specific gender for the in any way possible nor gender neutral reader being mentioned about in this request (especially (for what I'm using as) the examples, rich girl reader, spiderman reader, son reader, or daughter reader)(đ
), hopefully it would be alright with you, if I write this fanfic as "Jack Russell x Any Gender Reader" in this fanfic for this requestđ
đđI also may write more than what you requested, since I'm starting to get more ideas from reading your request and writing this fanfic you requested downđĄđşđ
*Hopefully this image I picked out based on your request would be alright, anonđ
đşđI Will Makesure You Never Leave Home Again And Hold You Tight...đđş((2022 Special version) Jack Russell (aka, Werewolf By Night x Any Gender Reader)
Genres: Fluff and Head Cannon(?)
*Whenever you had to leave home without Jack Russell for any reason, he would try to ask you to stay home, as if later on would never come. However when you tell him you will be back from whatever you need to do, he will still be sad, however he will understand. After you leave home for anything you need to do, he will wait on the same room where the door is or a room close (or closest) to the door, until you come back home.
*Once you come back home, he will definitely miss you so much to the point where he will act like an overly excited puppy (up to reader's imagination if he licks the reader's face or not) and he will hug you, so tight and will not want to let you go anytime soon. Regardless how long you've been gone (wheather it's only a few minutes or even a few hours) he still would act like this, because to him a minute would feel like a few days to him for some reason. That's how much he would miss you.
*While you tried to cook any meals, Jack Russell would definitely hug you from behind. Once he starts hugging you from behind, he will refuse to let go of you, no matter what you say to him, until you finish cooking. The only way he will let go of you is bribing him, however finding ways to bribe him will be difficult, so unless you find the right way to bribe him, otherwise you're stuck being hugged by him non-stop, until you finish cooking the meal you are (or were) cooking.
*After the both of you get done eating supper, if Jack Russell sees you doing the dishes, he will definitely help out with washing the dishes. Infact, he will help you out with any chores that he finds out that you're doing. He just loves helping you out, just as much as he loves hugging you and you in general.
*Everytime you go to bed and he's not asleep yet, he would definitely constantly cuddle with you. It's one of his favorite past times he likes to do with you. He will snuggle you even after the both of you fall asleep, no matter who falls asleep first. Bonus: He will occasionally talk in his sleep by saying, "I will makesure you never leave home again, as I keep you in my arms to keep you home with me, (Any Gender Reader...".
đđşThe Endđşđ
Well my Tumblr Peeps, I hope you enjoyed this fanficđđAs for you anon, I hope I did well with this Jack Russell fanfic you requested, anonđşđ
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Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
@oddbunny suggested that Jack's S.O. calls him "awooo" as a silly nickname, and a plot bunny was born.
This bit of fluff is set in the MCU crossover universe I've been constructing on AO3. All you need to know to follow this is:
Elsa and Jack have been mated for about five months.
They've effectively been joined at the hip the whole time.
They have a small house with lots of land in the high desert near Sedona, Arizona.
They have a BMW motorcycle that they've used to travel the continental U.S.
#werewolf by night#werewolf by night fanfiction#one shot#fluff#jack russell#elsa bloodstone#awoo#awooooo#motorcycles
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DOG︰WOLF ID PACK
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