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iamred-iamyellow · 7 months ago

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⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Florida is One Hell of a Drug - [Part 2]

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♥ pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

♥ chapter two synopsis: lando hard launched his status as a girl dad, throwing all the fans into a loop. hopefully this visit to the miami gp will bring you closer two together as co-parents

♥ smau + written - fc: girls on pinterest + madison beer for paparazzi pics - none of the pictures are mine

♥ warnings: swearing and suggestive jokes !!!

♥ a/n: I'm literally honored that y'all have been enjoying this series. sorry it took me so long to write this part/chapter!

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lilyzneimer 🤍

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alexandra_saintmleux she's so cute 🥺

logansargeant I'll take a babysitting shift 🙋‍♂️

oscarpiastri I'm the favorite uncle piss off

logansargeant chill damn

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Things between you and Lando were still pretty awkward. After all, if someone asked the two of you the night you hooked up where you’d be in a year, a flight to Miami with your newborn baby would not be your answer. You didn’t trust him very much yet, but who could blame you? You expected him to do everything in his power to stay away from you and Camila. But here he was, flying the two of you out to watch him race. Lando really wanted to prove to you that he was all in. That he wasn’t going to take off running the minute things got hard for you two as co-parents.

You were extremely grateful that Oscar and Lily were on the same jet as you. This made the atmosphere not too uncomfortable. Lily was rocking Camila in her arms as her and Oscar talked a little about Mark Webber. You debated whether you should jump into their conversation after having an extensive f1 research night with your best friend the day before, but you decided to just sit in silence.

You caught Lando staring at you and let out a sigh. This was going to be a long flight.

He scanned the keycard to a nice suite in the same hotel the grid was staying in.

"This will be your room," he said, wandering inside. "Don't worry about where Camila will sleep, the hotel provided a crib."

"Thank you," you said genuinely. He was trying to be thoughtful.

"If you need anything, you have my number." Lando said before leaving the room.

You sat on the edge of your bed and pulled out your phone to check your notifications.

They already found you? And they thought you were a wag? Damn the paparazzi is quick.

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user6 I found y/n’s instagram before it went private. How is she so gorgeous?

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user8 I’m obsessed with herrrr

user12 she’s so aesthetic

user4 new favorite wag

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-Race Day-

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The last 20 laps of the race were driving you absolutely insane. You watched closely as Lando started to pull away from Max second by second. Your leg was shaking and you wondered why this was so nerve racking.

19 laps left. 18 laps left. 15 laps left. 10 laps left. 5 laps left.

1 lap left.

The crowd and garage erupted with cheers as Lando crossed the line in P1. You heard him screaming on the radio and couldn't help but smile. Lando Norris, the father of your daughter, is now a Formula 1 race winner.

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user6 LANDO’S A GIRL DAD 😭

user8 his gf is so pretty

user10 SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

user5 babe wake up Lando just hard launched his status as girl dad

user7 HE'S NOT THE STEP DAD HE'S THE DAD THAT STEPPED UPP

user3 @/user7 PREACH

user2 never change, mclaren admin

user1 screaming, crying, throwing up

user9 lets go lando, lando is ok

user11 lets go lando, he is here to stay!!!

user4 he has a daughter 🥺

user12 my heart belongs to the dads of the grid

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“Lando, great race. How does it feel to not only get your first win but have your daughter and partner here with you?"

“Oh uhm, she’s not my partner.” he pressed his lips together. “But, yeah it feels great. It’s been a long time coming but we finally got the win. I hope I made my daughter and the fans proud today.”

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yourusername logan got me a bouquet 🥰 oh also oscar got camila some stuff too

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logansargeant @/oscarpiastri look who's the favorite uncle now

user7 please 😭

user4 the girls are fightinggg

user3 she made her account public again yay <3

user9 ok but that's so cute :(

user8 loscar as uncles >>>

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You and Lando walked through the sliding doors of the 5 star hotel you were staying at.

"Some of the other drivers and I are gonna go out tonight if you'd like to come? I'm sure they wouldn't mind." he rubbed the back of his neck.

You nodded towards Camila who was in your arms as a silent "I have to take care of her."

He pulled his phone out quickly, “I’m sure I can find someone who can-”

“No, it's ok. Go enjoy yourself.” you said, shaking your head and pushing his phone back down. “Not too much, though. Don’t want you ending up with another unplanned kid.”

The comment took Lando aback but drew a laugh out of him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Congrats on your win.” you smiled, walking back to your room.

Later that night you laid down in your hotel room bed, scrolling through your feed. Dozens of pictures and videos of Lando popped up. Camila made a squealing noise in the portable crib beside you.

"I know, right?" you said to her with a laugh.

You stared at one picture that he looked particularly good in. You couldn't pretend like he wasn't attractive.

"Alright," you sighed, and placed your phone down. "Goodnight, mija." you leaned over, kissed her forehead, and switched off the bedside lamp.

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lewisvinga · 11 months ago

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my girls | max verstappen x fem! reader

summary; max being the absolute best girl dad to y/n’s daughter, even if she isn’t his

fc; zara goedemans

warnings; ?

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1

notes; requested ! girl dad girl dad girl dad

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maxverstappen1: little vacation with my favorite girls 🩷

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yourusername: maxxxxx, we 💗 uuuuuuu

maxverstappen1: i 💗 u both

yourusername: sure you enjoyed amelia’s crying 😞

maxverstappen1: it just gave me an excuse to hold her the whole flight 😁

username: omg y/n is glowingggg🥹

username: the lv neverfull, omg she’s such a mom 😩

username: amelia’s outfit 🙁🙁🙁

username: max has a daughter?

username: no, amelia’s dad is someone else! y/n explained her ex wasn’t the greatest & he left when she found out she was pregnant at 6 wks! she knew max from before so they got closer and started dating when she was abt 4 months :))

username: he’s not the step father, he’s the father that stepped up 💯💯💯💯

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yourusername: #tbt to when my angel was still in my tummy 🥹 i must admit, i miss her little kicks💗🙈

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maxverstappen1: glowing then & glowing now😍

yourusername: max it’s because you won’t let me lift a finger, before & after having amelia 😩

maxverstappen1: you and amelia just gotta sit there n look pretty 😁

username: the picture of max w his hands on her belly i’m so💔💔💔

username: the black dress is so😍😩

lilymhe: WOW HOT MAMA, hot then and hot now😍😍😩😩

yourusername: lilssss🙈🙈

username: her pregnancy glow>>>

username: the pink tracksuit is so iconic tbh

username: her pregnancy era was truly iconic ✨

alexandrasaintmleux: you’re always gorgeous but the bump suited you so much !🥰🥰

yourusername: awh alex🥹🫶 & tbh i miss my bump, she was a cutie 🙁

username: i don’t think i’ll ever get over max’s comments abt y/n😣

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yourusername uploaded to their story !

[caption 1; tbt to when i was 7 months pregnant and max was binge watching youtube videos abt childbirth and how to take care of babies 🥸🥸] [caption 2; fast forward to now, he’s the best dad for baby lia 💗]

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maxverstappen1 i was just trying to make sure i’ll take care of amelia right !

yourusername and you do! you’re the best father itw🤓

maxverstappen1 i love her like she’s mine🙁🙁

yourusername max, just bc you’re not her biological father, you are her father. you’ve been more of a father than my ex whom hasn’t even tried to contact me since i told him 😕

yourusername you ARE amelia’s father, you’re the greatest father for her. i told you you were worrying for no reason about being a bad father because you truly are the best !!😁

yourusername amelia and i are so lucky to have you💗💗

maxverstappen1 i was not expecting to cry right before fp1 wow

maxverstappen1 and i promise to be the best for you both, for my girls❤️

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maxverstappen1 i love you too❤️ and i’ll be super fast for you and lia🥸

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yourusername: one year with one of the most important men in our lives. thank you for being there when amelia and i needed you and thank you for being the father she needs. i’m grateful for you everyday. i love you💓💓

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maxverstappen1: IM JUST SWEATING.

yourusername: awwww maxie😭😭😭

maxverstappen1: you’re both huge blessings in my life, schat. i love you and amelia ❤️

yourusername: i love you🥹

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username: why am i crying over a couple who doesn’t know me on this fine friday afternoon

username: him w amelia im gonna shed tears

username: the last picture 😵‍💫😵‍💫

username: y/n looks so happy w him compared to her ex i love it🙁🙁

lilymhe: happy anniversary u two… esp to u hot mawma 🙈🙈🙈

yourusername: 🙈🙈🙈

maxverstappen1: stop trying to steal my gf on our anniversary

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username: they’ve only been dating for a year??? it feels like it’s been ages🥺🥺

username: ikr! they’ve been friends for so long that’s why it feels like it’s longer😩

username: the picture of y/n’s bump n max holding her🙁🙁🙁🙁

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bloatedandalone04 · 7 months ago

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Crossing that Line

➪the one where you and bradley drive each other crazy in more ways than one, but would do anything for each other, and all it takes is one confession to solidify your places in each others lives.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, swearing, fluff, hint of angst, pining to the max, a whole lot of smut tbh

Word Count: 6.1k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡ | Happy Birthday, Rooster !

The relationship you had with Bradley was…a weird one, to put it simply.

He pisses you off more than anyone you’ve ever met, and you drive him up the wall nearly every day, but you also couldn’t stand to be away from one another. He was your person, and you were his best friend; you would do anything for each other without an ounce of hesitation.

It was stupid, how hard you found yourself falling for him. The guy who had more confidence than he should, the guy who’s saved your ass more times than you can count, and the guy who’s taken hits for you during training, just so you wouldn’t have to hear about it later from the other guys.

The only thing is; you had no idea how he felt about you. He was cocky, confident and hid his feelings annoyingly well, you had no clue if the shared stares meant the same thing to him that they did to you, or if you were mistaking his comments for shameless flirting.

You couldn’t lose him, so you kept it bottled up for the last two years, and it’s been complete and utter hell. But you’d keep doing it. Because there was no telling what he was thinking sometimes, and if he was thinking about you.

The day was slowly coming to an end, and nearly everyone was heading to the barracks, but not you. Instead of going to your room, you made your way to the hangar, knowing who you would find in there. You turn the corner and lean against the wall, crossing your arms as you watch Bradley mess around with his F/A-18.

You tried not to focus on the way the muscles in his neck flexed with every move of his arm, the small amount of oil littering his skin making him shine a bit as the sun set behind you. “Hey, Bradshaw,” you greet before he could turn and catch you staring at him. “Nice flying today.”

You could see the way his body shifted in recognition of your voice, and when he turned to glance over at you, he was smirking. “Hey there, Y/n/n,” he said, wiping his hands on his flight suit. “Nice to see you haven’t crashed and burned yet.”

Shaking your head, you ignore the fact that it was just you and him left in the hangar now. “Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Bradley shrugged, grabbing a cloth from off a table and wiping his hands. “Could be kinda entertaining,”

You gasp, placing your hand over your heart. “Wow, ouch,” you mumble. “And here I am thinking I’d probably be heartbroken if the same thing were to happen to you.”

He laughed, turning to face you. “Please, we both know you’d be the first one to poke fun at me for crashing,”

You press your lips together and shrug. “Yeah, probably, but I’d also be the first one to make it over to you,”

Really, you’d probably die of a broken heart if something were to happen to him, but he didn’t need to know that right now. Or ever.

Bradley’s smirk softened and he looked down at his boots. “I know you would,”

And now you were picturing what it would be like to live without him, and you could feel yourself beginning to panic a bit.

Smiling, you shake your head again before giving him a conflicted look, wanting nothing more than to walk over to him and press the neediest kiss to his lips and tell him you were so fucking in love with him. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, Bradley,” you say quietly, watching as his brows furrow.

“Wait,” he said, making you hold off on leaving just yet. “Something on your mind?”

“No,” you say too quickly for it to sound true. “Nope. I’m fine, Rooster. I’ll leave you alone now.”

His eyes narrow and he throws the cloth somewhere behind him as he steps towards you. “Why are you lying to me?”

You let out a surprised laugh, pushing yourself off the wall. “I’m not,”

“Uh huh,” he hummed, moving so he’s standing right in front of you. “You’re a terrible liar.”

Your face heats up and you quickly look away, squinting as your gaze meets the bright sunset. “Okay,” you trail off, glancing at him one last time before stepping away. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Bradley.”

He looked like he wanted to say more, maybe continue to call you out on your awful attempt at lying to his face, but his shoulders dropped slightly as he nodded casually. “Yeah, okay,” he agreed, moving away from you and back towards his jet. “See you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

Oh, how you loved and fucking hated when he called you that. It made you crave him even more than you usually do, and it also made you want to punch him square in the face for having such a strong effect on you.

“Don’t overthink too much,” he added, glancing back at you with a teasing smirk.

“I’ll try,” you whisper, and no more words are shared as you leave the hangar and quickly walk across base and towards the barracks.

Bradley knew you weren’t telling him something the second he saw your conflicted look before you tried playing it off right after. He wanted to push you on it more, but wasn’t sure if he even had the right to since it was pretty rare for things to become serious like that between the two of you.

He was still in the hangar, the arms of his flight suit now tied around his waist as he finally decided to stop touching his jet and leave it alone for the rest of the night. Like usual, his thoughts were taken over by you, and he wondered what would’ve happened if he didn’t let you leave so easily earlier. What could he have gotten you to say? Why did you suddenly become so closed off and serious in the middle of your usually playful banter?

He almost didn’t want to know, but he also kinda wanted to know.

It was late, but not too late for it to be deemed unacceptable for him to stop by your room before retiring to his for the night. So instead of taking the first hallway in the barracks corridor, he went past it and turned left a few feet down the hall, instantly recognizing your room without him even meaning to.

Bradley debated on whether or not he wanted to intrude on your night or save it for tomorrow, but with you he often found himself saying fuck it and hoping for the best. So he knocked.

After waiting for only a few seconds, the door opened and you poke your head out with guarded eyes, your gaze softened once you saw that it was him. “Bradley?”

He smiled, crossing his arms and leaning against the frame, mirroring your stance back in the hangar. “Hey,” he greeted. “Hope I’m not bothering you too late.”

You shake your head and smooth out your messy hair, and he knew you were probably in bed, trying to sleep but failing miserably to do so. During one of your thousand talk sessions, you mentioned how much you hated sleeping in the small, single beds here and couldn’t wait to start looking for apartments in the area. Bradley hated them, too, not because he couldn’t fit properly in them, but because whenever he laid down for the night, he was reminded of just how fucking lonely he really is. “No, you’re fine,” you give him a tight smile, one he knew was played up. Still, it was a pretty one nonetheless. “What’s up?”

Bradley’s gaze raked down your body, subtly checking out your attire of a loose, long sleeve button up and leggings. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. You seemed off the last time we talked,”

“What, a few hours ago after a day of being in the air?” You laugh, running your hands down your face as you avoid eye contact with him. Now he knew you were hiding something for sure. “Yeah, I’m good. Great, even. I’m great.”

Bradley raises his brows, a huff escaping his lips after. “You are such a terrible liar,” he grunted, watching as you immediately looked down to the floor. “See, you can’t hide anything from me, sweetheart. Just tell me what’s up.”

You looked up at him with an expression he’s never really seen on you before, and it had him straightening up a bit. “You’re really not going to drop this, are you?”

“No,”

You glance down at the floor, pulling at the sleeves of your shirt. “I didn’t mean what I said earlier,” you confessed quietly.

Bradley’s gaze softened and he tried to get you to look at him, but you weren’t letting up. “What part?”

You shrugged, keeping your head down. “About how I would laugh if you crashed and burned,” you whispered. “I wouldn’t laugh.”

Bradley tenses up a bit at the sudden change in tone and atmosphere, looking around your small and neat room. “I know you wouldn’t, I was just messing with you,” like we usually do.

“No, Bradley,” you mumbled, still not looking at him. “I mean it. I’d be devastated if that were to happen to you.”

“Hey,” he said softly, reaching over to gently grip your chin with his thumb and forefinger. “I know…I know. I was just messing around…I didn’t expect…” He trailed off, suddenly aware of how close he had gotten to you. He had never touched you like this before, only ever going as far as a quick hug after a risky mission or a dangerous stunt in the air.

You furrowed your brows as you met his gaze with guarded eyes. “Didn’t expect what?”

Bradley inches even closer. “I didn’t expect that you’d care this much,”

Your eyes widen a bit as you look up at him. “Of course I care,” you gasped in disbelief, laughing after and breaking eye contact again. “Maybe too much.”

But he didn’t let your eyes wander far as he still had a hold on your chin, and he guided your face back to his. “What do you mean by that? ‘Too much’?” He asked, his eyes wide, any traces of his earlier teasing gone.

You give him a pleading look. “You know what I mean,”

Bradley held your gaze, noting your frustrated expression. “Maybe I do,” he murmured, caressing your jaw with his thumb. “But I want to hear you say it.”

“I can’t,” you shake your head and he could see the way you played with your fingers out of the corner of his eye.

“Why not?” He pressed, invading your space with another step. “What are you so afraid to tell me?”

You give him another pleading look, but he doesn’t step away. “I’m afraid of putting something out there that I can’t take back,”

When you moved to step away, Bradley’s hands reached for your hips, anchoring you in place. He had never been this close to you before, never touched you like this before, and it was driving him insane. “Tell me,”

“Bradley,”

His gaze intensifies, his head dipping down closer to yours. “Say it, sweetheart,”

Your eyes were wide with anxiety as you parted your lips to speak. “I…I’m in love with…you,”

Though he had a small feeling that he knew - or maybe hoped - you were going to say that, his breath still got caught in his throat. His heart was beating loudly in his ears, and his skin was on fire. No one had ever made him feel this way with a single sentence, and he wasn’t all that surprised that it was you. “You’re in love with me?” He asked, needing to hear it for confirmation.

A blush takes over your face as you shake your head and step away. “I-I didn’t…fuck, I’m sorry, I don’t-” you stuttered and he could see the tears gathered along your eyes. “I just messed everything up. I knew I would.”

Bradley’s eyes widen at the sudden loss of contact, and he shakes his head, too. “No, no, wait. Don’t…don’t apologize,” he rasped, running his hands through his hair. “Don’t be sorry. It’s…it’s okay.”

You stare at the floor and nod. “Okay,”

Your heart was on your sleeve now, and he knew he had to be careful. “Sweetheart…look at me,” he softly demands, stepping towards you and closing the distance you created.

“Can’t…I can’t,” you quickly shook your head but he lifted your chin with his fingers.

“Please,” he whispered. “Look at me.”

Slowly, your teary eyes met his and you looked like you were already building walls up to protect yourself from him, and that was the last thing he wanted. Seeing your eyes glazed over like this was damn near enough to break his heart, and Bradley took a step closer to you.

“There you are,” he whispered, gently stroking your chin with his thumb. He held your gaze, a mixture of embarrassment, vulnerability and uncertainty. “You have no idea.”

You furrowed your brows, trying to blink away the tears as you trembled in front of him. “No idea about what?” You asked, your voice barely above a murmur.

Bradley kept his eyes locked on yours, ensuring you knew just how serious his next words are. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited and wanted…hoped to hear you say that to me,” he confessed, watching as your eyes widened. “I never thought you felt the same way, so I never let myself think about it too much.”

Your breath audibly caught in your throat as you stuttered, “W-what?”

He smiled, his usual cocky and confident facade fading as the seconds went on. “You’re the one person, the only person I could never figure out fully. I could never tell if you wanted me as badly as I wanted you, or if you just saw me as the guy you bickered with all the time,” he continued. “You’re the one person who doesn’t care about how full of myself I am sometimes, you called me out on it. And ever since then, I couldn’t get you out of my head.”

“Bradley,” you gasped quietly, and he could see your walls starting to come down again, so he pushed further,

“And hearing you say that…that you’re in love with me…” he trailed off, moving his fingers from your chin and tracing them along your jaw. “It felt like I could finally have the one thing I thought I never could.”

You swallow hard, your eyes wide and vulnerable as he closes the distance further, leaving a few inches between the two of you. His fingers curled around your jaw and his thumb tugged at your bottom lip, his gaze flickering down for a few seconds.

“God, baby,” he whispered in disbelief. “Hearing you say that…it’s all I ever wanted. You get under my skin like no one else, and you make me want to pull my hair out, but I can’t fight the way I feel about you anymore. Not after this.”

“Bradley,” you say again, at a loss for words as you reach up and grip his wrist, leaning into his touch.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured. “Will you say it again? Please?”

He couldn’t believe he was begging to hear your words again, but the way your expression softened had him not giving a single fuck. “Bradley, I’m in love with you,”

His skin heated up as you repeated your words, and his control finally snapped. “Fuck…fuck,” he muttered, not wasting another second as he leaned in and kissed you. He poured all the nights he lost sleep thinking about you into the kiss, all the times he held back his own confession after your usual playful banter turned serious, all the times he thought about doing just this with you.

You kissed him back desperately, a soft moan escaping your throat as you gripped his wrists tightly. Bradley wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your body right up against his as he deepened the kiss. He walks you backwards until your back hits the wall opposite from the door, pinning you to it as his hands roam all over your body.

He couldn’t believe, after all the nights he spent fantasizing about this, that he was finally touching you like this. Your quiet gasps against his lips had his touch growing more possessive as he felt your hands slide up to grip his shoulders. His palms were flat against your body, feeling the heat of your skin through your clothes. “God, baby, you taste so good. You feel so good,” he murmurs once he breaks the kiss and begins trailing his lips along your jaw, his body pressing yours closer to the wall.

“Oh, my God,” you moaned, your breath coming out heavy and uneven. “Bradley.”

He always knew his name would sound beautiful coming from your mouth like this, but actually hearing it was something else entirely. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he growled softly against your collar bone, his fingers lifting your shirt up so he could feel the smooth skin of your hips. “I’ve thought about this…about you for so long.”

Your fingers moved up to his hair, where you pulled gently. “You’ve thought about me?”

“Yes,” he answered, burying his face against your neck as his hands inched further up your body under your shirt. “I think about you all the time. I tried not to, but I was fucked from the second I saw you.”

The surprised laugh you let out had his touch growing more urgent, the only thing on his mind being more ways he could get you to make those pretty sounds again. “Why didn’t you do anything about it?”

Bradley lets out his own laugh, lifting his head from your neck as he raises a brow at you. “I could ask you the same question,” came his teasing reply as his hands slid up your back. “But really…you terrified me. I didn’t want to ruin things and mess up our friendship if you didn’t feel the same way.”

“So,” you trailed off, looking up at him with hopeful eyes. “What does this mean for our friendship? For us?”

He lifts a hand to your cheek, his thumb brushing against your bone as he answered, “It means that I can’t keep pretending that I don’t want you. That I don’t need you, sweetheart,” he leaned in and pressed his forehead against yours. “It means we’re not just friends anymore.”

The smile you gave him had goosebumps forming on his skin and a wave of relief washing over him. “We’re not?”

Bradley shook his head. “No, baby, we’re not,” he confirmed, pressing his hips against yours as he placed a soft kiss to your lips. “You’re mine now, and I’m never letting you go.”

Your smile grows as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. “Bradley…I love you,”

He wraps his arms around your waist again as a warmth spreads all throughout his body. “I love you, too. So fucking much,” he mumbles before capturing your lips in another desperate, needy kiss. His tongue pokes out and nudges your lips apart, a deep groan leaving his throat as you pull at his hair. “Fuck, baby…been dying to taste you like this.” He breaks the kiss just long enough to whisper against your lips before going back in, his fingers moving to the buttons on your shirt.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” you say against his lips. “This is happening, right? This is real?”

Bradley pulls away to be able to look you in the eyes. “It’s real, sweetheart,” he said softly before beginning to unbutton your shirt. “I can’t believe you feel the same way about me.”

“You can’t believe I love you?” You tease, biting down on your wet, swollen lips.

His gaze darkens as he gets the final button undone, and then he lets the fabric slide off your shoulders. “Yeah. Been wanting to hear you say that for years,” he grunted, sliding his hands up your bare arms. “Been wanting to touch you like this.”

“And now that you can?” You asked in a breathless voice, staring up at him with a look he knew would be permanently burned into his mind.

“Now that I can,” he started, his hands tracing the curve of your hips as his eyes raked over your chest. “I’m going to do everything I've been dreaming about doing to you...and then some.”

You moan, nodding quickly and making his lips turn upwards into a smirk.

His hands move to the front of your leggings, his fingers teasing the thin fabric as his tongue runs along the smooth skin of your neck. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this...about having you like this,”

“I think I might have an idea,” you mumbled, tugging at his undershirt.

Bradley grinned, feeling that warmth return and take over his body again. He pulled away to tug off his shirt and toss it to the side, then he was close to you again. “Yeah? Have you thought about me, too, baby?”

“Nearly every day,” you confessed as his hands moved back to your hips, his thumbs slipping past the waistline of your leggings as he slowly pulled them down. “Nearly every night.”

He groaned at your confession, helping you kick off the flimsy fabric before he was grabbing your hips again. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’ve been driving me crazy for so long,”

Your head tilts back and rests against the wall as his lips pepper kisses all along the base of your throat. “You’ve been making me go insane for years, Bradley,”

“You’re not the only one who’s been losing your mind over this,” he laughed, sliding his hands up your body until he was caressing the underside of your bra. “I hoped that this would pass, but it never did. The more time we spent together, the more impossible it became. I had this burning need to have you, touch you, taste you.”

He emphasized his words by gripping your hips and spinning you around so your back was pressed against his chest. Your gasp had his boxers tightening, his tongue tracing random shapes onto the skin behind your ear.

“The way you smile, laugh, and those fucking looks you give me,” he ranted, his breath fanning across your neck. “All the time we’ve spent together, I had to stop myself from taking you right then and there.”

When his hands slid down your body and pulled you closer to him, you moaned loudly, leaning your head back to rest against his shoulder.

“The sounds you make for me, fuck,” he moaned, tugging on curve of your ear with his teeth. “All I’ve been wanting is to see you fall apart for me, to hear you scream for me…beg for me.”

“Bradley,” you moaned again, leaning into his touch as his hands found the fabric of your bra, his fingers toying with the straps.

“I’ve needed you so badly,” he rasped, pulling the strap off your shoulder before leaning down to kiss the newly exposed skin. “I finally have you all to myself. I’m never letting you go.”

“Don’t let me go,” you begged, gripping his forearms tightly. “Please.”

“Never,” he said in a deep voice. “You’re mine now; mine to taste all over, to make scream.” He grabs your chin, gently turning your head so he could place a firm kiss to your mouth.

You moan, reaching behind you to tug on his hair as you pressed your body against his. “I want that,” you whine and he kisses you deeper, brushing his tongue against yours.

His fingers played with the clasp of your bra, and soon enough he had the lacy fabric sliding down your arms and landing on the floor. “I need to see you,” he nearly begged, breaking away from your lips as he groped your breasts with dark eyes.

“Well?” You asked, breathless from his touch as you rolled your hips back against him.

“Damn, baby, you’re so beautiful,” he commented, leaning down to suck a mark onto the side of your neck. “Been dreaming about how gorgeous you’d look all bare for me, how sweet you’d taste and how pretty you’d sound.” His thumbs slid over your nipples, the devoted attention he was giving them making you whimper.

“Oh, God,” you bit your lip to stifle the sounds that were coming out of you more frequently now.

“Don’t hold back, baby,” he mumbled, softly pulling at your nipples with his thumb and index fingers. “I wanna hear all those sounds you make for me.”

You oblige almost immediately, moaning as he continues to worship your chest. “I can’t believe I get to have you like this,”

“Believe it,” he grunted, smoothing his palms over your hardened nipples as he placed open mouthed kisses on your neck.

Your body started to shake against his, your perfect lips parting as you let out a string of whimpers. “Feels so good,”

“I’ve barely started,” he cooed, pressing his hardness against your lower back. “You feel perfect in my arms, baby.”

“I want you,” you whined, squeezing your legs together. “I want you so bad.”

“I want you, too,” he groaned, slowly rolling his body into yours, his cock growing impossibly hard. “So badly.”

His hands caressed your breasts in a feather light touch, and he felt goosebumps against his palms as you gasped. “Your hands…I’ve always wanted to feel them on me,”

“Yeah?” He teased, tracing his fingers around your nipples again, slowly but surely working you into a whiny mess for him.

“Yeah,” you huff, shaking even more. “Holy fuck, you feel so good.”

“So do you,” he growled, pinching your breasts before sliding his hands down your body. “I love touching you like this, but I need to feel more of you.” He murmured, turning you around in his arms so he could get a good look at you.

The way you were pressing your thighs together and the lust he could see in your eyes had him biting down hard on his lip, the sight of you only in a pair of lace panties doing things to him. “Please,” you whined, guiding his hand down your body.

His eyes rolled back slightly as he leaned his head down and began kissing your shoulders, his hand sliding down your damp panties. “You want me to touch you here?” He asked, knowing damn well what your answer is.

“Yes, please,” you gave in so sweetly, kicking the ruined fabric aside as you stepped back into his arms.

He presses kisses to your shoulders as his hand reaches out, his fingers running along your core. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet,” he groaned, his cock throbbing as he felt just how worked up he made you.

“All for you,” came your instant reply. Bradley’s eyes darkened as he circled your clit with his middle finger, the way you were trembling against him being the hottest sight he had ever seen. “Oh, my God, yes.”

“There you go, baby,” he praised, sinking his fingers into your heat. “Give it to me, let me hear you.”

You let out another loud moan, reaching for his flight suit and practically shoving it down his legs. “I need you,” you said desperately. “I need you so bad.”

He could tell. Your wetness was dripping onto his hand as you spoke.

Bradley kicked off his boots and added his suit to the pile of clothes on the floor, his hands gripping the backs of your thighs as he picked you up and carried you over to your bed. He set you down on your back, his lips pressing to yours as he rolled his hips. “I need you, too,” he promised, pulling away from your lips and settling his head in between your legs. “But I need to taste this pretty pussy first.”

Then he was licking a stripe up your folds and making your back arch off the bed. “Fuck!” You called out, the slick sound of his tongue against you bouncing throughout the room. “Oh, my fucking God, Bradley.”

He laughed, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he slid his tongue inside your wet walls, his eyes rolling back at your taste. “Goddamn, sweetheart,” he moaned, sucking and licking at you like a starved man. “You taste so fucking good, baby.”

“Bradley,” you moaned loudly. “Please, fuck me. I need you…right now.”

His eyes darken even more as he crawls back up your body, and you push his boxers down quickly. You wrap your legs around his waist, bucking your hips up so your core brushes against his aching cock. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby,”

Your brows furrow as he grips his base and guides himself inside you, your back arching again as you wrap your arms around him. “I love you,”

Bradley groaned, your wetness allowing him to sink all the way inside with one thrust. “God, I love you so much,” he said back, holding you against his body as he began to rock his hips against yours. “So much.”

He moved deep inside you, the feeling of skin on skin with nothing in between making his head spin. He hadn’t even asked if you wanted him to use a condom - and he knew it would’ve been a hard task to tear himself away from you and go to his room to get one, but he would’ve done it willingly - but you both seemed too lost in each other to think about it right now.

You felt so good. Bradley has never been this hard in his entire life, and he knew it was all because of you. “You feel so perfect,” he praised, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt you clench around him. “So tight…fuck.”

“Bradley,” you moaned, wrapping your legs tighter around him as he slowly fucked you against the matress. “You’re so big.”

Your words went right through him, a sense of pride filling him as he looked down at you with lust filled eyes. “You’re so tight,” he echoed his previous words, fucking into you harder but still keeping his pace slow. “So tight for me.”

Your eyes widened and you dropped your head against your pillow. “My fucking God, Bradley,” you gasped, shifting your hips to meet his thrusts. “Yes.”

“Say my name again,” he softly demanded before leaning down to suck a mark onto your neck. “Tell me who’s making you feel so good right now…who’s stretching you so good right now.”

“Bradley!” You cry out, pressing your chest right up against his. “I’ve wanted this for so long…knew you’d feel so good.”

“Baby,” he rasped, fucking into you faster. “You feel so much better than I could have ever imagined.”

Your arousal was dripping onto his thighs as he fucked you harder, his hips hitting yours harshly as he let all the pining and desire he’s felt for you pour out of him. “Don’t stop, please please please,” you begged for him just like he wanted, your hands pulling at his hair.

He grunted, his eyes flickering down to where you connected. “I’m not stopping, sweetheart, I can’t,” he huffed, watching the way his cock became more and more coated in your wetness with each thrust. “You feel too good, I need you.”

“Yes…yes,” you cried, digging your heel into his lower back and driving him even deeper inside you. “Oh, fuck.”

“Say my name,” he mumbled against your skin, not caring that the walls were pretty thin and anyone who may be in the hallway would definitely be able to hear you. “Say it again.”

“Bradley!” You moaned, scratching your nails down his back.

His movements were fast, uneven and uncontrolled now as he hiked one of your legs higher around his waist, angling his body so he could push himself impossibly deeper. “That’s my girl,” he cooed, feeling the way you clenched around him at his words. “My girl.”

“Your girl,” you repeated, looking up at him with hooded eyes.

“Yeah,” he whispered, leaning down so his lips brushed against yours. “My girl.”

He kissed you deeply, fucking you hard into the bed meant for one person, the sound of your muffled moans filling the room. “God, Bradley, you feel so good…so full,”

Your words were slurred as if you were drunk, but both of you were completely sober right now as you gave into your need for one another. “You feel so good, too,” he mumbled. “So perfect…so tight and wet for me.”

His words were as equally as filthy as yours were, and he couldn’t remember the last time he let himself get this lost in someone; to the point where he couldn’t care less about how dirty his mouth was.

“I’ve never felt anything better than you, baby,” he swore, reaching down to rub your swollen and puffy clit. “Nothing compares.”

Your jaw goes slack as you let out moan after moan, his words clearly having an effect on you. “I’m so close,”

“Yeah, I can feel it,” he groaned, rubbing and fucking you harder. His voice was rough and thick with desire, his breaths coming out ragged and uneven. “I want you to come for me. I need to feel you come.”

“Bradley! Right there,” you nearly screamed, clinging onto him with a death grip. “Right there.”

He hummed, “Just like that, baby,” he circled your clit faster, watching as you began to shake. “Come for me.”

Your body jolted and trembled under him, your release flooding around him and soaking his cock. “Oh, fuck. Fuck!” You cried, squeezing your eyes shut as you dug your nails into his shoulders.

“There you go, sweetheart,” he cooed, kissing all over your face as he felt his own release creeping up on him. “God, I never want this to end.”

You whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck and messily kissing him. He could feel you shaking still, but you didn’t ask him to stop or pull out, instead you just pulled him closer to you and whined against his lips.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, kissing you softly as he got closer and closer. “So perfect.”

“I want you to come for me,” you mumbled in between kisses.

Bradley groaned, licking along your lips. “I want that, too,” he said. “I wanna come for you…only you.”

“Only me,” you whispered with a lazy smile, slowly rolling your hips to meet his thrusts.

He nodded, his eyes nearly shut as he managed to ask, “Where? Where can I-”

“Inside me,” you answered, your heel on his back keeping him from pulling out too much. “I want it inside me.”

Bradley’s eyes squeezed shut as he felt his control snap. “Fuck…fuck, I’m coming, baby,” he groaned deeply, fucking his seed into your abused core. You moan quietly, running your fingers through his sweaty hair as his body shakes from the intensity of it all. He had never come that hard before, and when he slowly came to a stop, he could feel it seeping around him and dripping out of you. He also never came that much before. “That….that was-”

“I know,” you beamed, kissing him softly as you kept your legs wrapped around him. “I love you so much.”

Bradley smiles down at you, kissing you back. “I love you, too,” he promised as he rolled you onto your sides, still buried inside you.

“Stay with me?” You asked as you kissed along his salty skin.

After years of wanting to experience this with you and have you all to himself, he was finally able to, and he wasn’t planning on ever leaving your side again. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,”

You smile, trailing your hand up and down his back. “So…what does this mean for us?”

Bradley tangles his fingers in your hair, holding you close to him. “I want to call you my girlfriend, sweetheart,” he whispered. “Will you let me?”

You close your eyes, letting out a quiet groan. “I want to be your girlfriend so badly,”

“Then it’s settled,” he stated, pulling you even closer as a grin tugged at his lips. “You’re my girlfriend.”

Your hands slide up to his shoulder as you kiss him. “And you’re my boyfriend,”

Bradley smiled as he kissed you back. “And I’m going to make sure I’m the best boyfriend you’ve ever had,”

“You better be the best and last,” you warn playfully, laying your head on his chest.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he laughed, running his hand along your lower back. “You’re stuck with me.”

A blush takes over your face as you kiss the scar on his neck. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,”

They fucked again after that btw. Happy Birthday, Bradley Bradshaw!

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basilone · 11 months ago

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Thanks for the reminder, I've had the prompt page open since yesterday in a tab. Can I prompt 06. — surface for either Brady and/or an OC of your choice, please?

Love that my little post from a bit ago reminded you that you wanted to send me something! 💙 I had to sit with this one a moment, as I'm still wrangling Brady in my brain, but landed on the following...

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He hears her before he sees her.

It’s rather a common occurrence on base these days. Can’t move five feet without hearing a woman’s raised voice carry over the din. Can’t set foot outside a hut without hearing their shouts or their laughter – in worst cases both at once – as if all of Thorpe Abbotts now belongs to them. The woman currently cursing up a storm in the belly of his plane is one of the worst offenders. Voice with the power of a foghorn, voice that only seems to stop when she’s eating or sleeping, voice that has all but elbowed its way into his subconsciousness already.

John Brady heaves a sigh. Takes another sip of his coffee while he leans against the one part of the space that hasn’t been subjected to her rather impressive array of tools. She treats this plane like she owns it, having draped her jacket over the other gun, using her previously pristine white scarf as an extra cloth to wipe the grime off her hands with before unceremoniously flinging it to the floor. He eyes the dirtied scarf a moment. Refocuses on her only when she lets out a rather large snort.

“You on your coffee break, Brady, or are you thinking ’bout helping?”

“Helping with what?”

She wipes at her forehead. Leaves it with streaks of black. “Damn gun keeps jamming on reload. Max complained about it after our last run. She kept having to slam down on it with her fist.” Her dark eyes narrow as she peers at the gun’s slide. “Son of a bitch is gonna cost me more work, think it needs to come apart before we’re wheels up again.”

“Just the one, not the other?” John nods at her jacket. Isn’t surprised when she nods back to indicate that only one of their guns is out for the count. “Sounds like a job for Morrison herself.”

“Max ain’t flying this one next time. Egan said she’s up with him, and Dee’s gonna be wheels up with Crank. Guess we’re getting one of their gunners in return?” She scoffs a moment. Rakes her short hair back best she can, which isn’t well at all. “Don’t you look at me like that, ain’t our fault brass keeps shuffling crews like a deck of cards!”

“Just wondering about the end game,” he says carefully, setting his empty cup down atop her toolbox. “They’ve been moving you around different crews since Trondheim. Filling gaps.”

“Softenin’ y’all up for more female replacements, more like,” she snipes. Her hands deftly pry a part of the gun away from the slide. “C’mere, hold this for me, easier with two”– and his hands are on the panel before he can think twice about following orders –“gonna get this baby up and running for you and me. I don’t wanna get mid-flight only for this to decide it don’t wanna play no more.”

John’s eyebrow raises. “Keeping me company, Perrault?”

Her laugh is throaty but loud. “Sweet baby Jesus, you and Darlene are just about the only ones gettin’ my name right around these parts. Egan keeps callin’ me Perry, for fuck’s sake, and all them rest calls me Push. Stupid nickname.” Her hand covers his a moment, directing him to the edge of the panel. He takes a shallow breath in through his mouth as she leans forward and fills the air with gasoline-and-grease smell. “But yeah, Jules said they were gonna shift me to your crew for the next run. Somethin’ about your engineer getting frostbite up in the turret?”

“Hole in his suit.”

“That’s shit,” she says conversationally, tugging at the gun between them until it clicks apart. “Can ya take me through this baby once we get this gun fixed? I like to know what I’m workin’ with. Know she had a belly landin’ not too long ago, yeah?” She hums as he kicks a wrench over to her. “Ken said she’s all right now, but I want a look at that landing gear before we go.”

“Landing gear should be okay. More worried about the plating around the second engine,” he confesses as he holds two parts of the gun while she’s loosening a third. “It felt like it wasn’t quite feathering the way it should.”

“What, on the surface? Or deeper?”

“Could be deeper. Think it’s surface.”

“You tell Ken that?” She grins at him, unapologetic, as he frowns at her. “Of course ya did. You’re a smart one, John Brady.”

“Perrault,” he says, feeling just a little unmoored about the totally sober way she just called him smart, “just don’t get frostbite up there.”

He flinches a little at her booming laugh. Bites his tongue when her oil-stained hand lands atop his. She pats it reassuringly, as if that’s answer enough in the universe she inhabits. No boundaries between pilot and engineer, or so Bucky would say. The man’s insane.

“Chin up,” she says, then, and her hand squeezes his fingers before letting go. “Your face went all sour lemon. Thinking about repairs?”

“Bucky and his big mouth, actually,” he says, before he can stop himself.

Perrault lets out a groan that practically reverberates off the walls. “Please, say no more.”

“You too?”

He decides he likes Perrault just plenty when she rolls her eyes and slams the wrench down on the gun’s chamber. “Lord, where do we start?”

#masters of the air #john brady #oc: push #mota oc #basilonefic

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kayothunderbirds142 · 8 months ago

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Kayo guessed that her brothers had forgotten, or that they had just been too wrapped up with all the rescues, reports and Tracy industry, after all, this morning seemed like just a regular day to them all. Scott was buried in his paperwork, Gordon was in the pool doing laps as normal, Grandma Tracy making what would have been waffles for breakfast, and the other brothers still in bed, with John on five. Kayo began her day as she normally would, waking up early, grabbing leftovers from the fridge and a mug of coffee before staring at the security reports and checking the data from last night, looking at the data, before heading off to Shadow in order to patrol the area. Kayo would hate to admit it, but this was her favourite part of the morning, being able to cruise around the shadows of the island in her bird, in the silence of her own thoughts, in the comfort of knowing that the island was safe.

Kayo continued with her routine, taking a trip to the Gym before giving herself a well earned shower. The rest of her brothers, minus Alan, were now all up and sharing a cup of coffee around the kitchen table, with Virgil pretty much hogging the whole of the coffee jug. Kayo always thought it was amusing how there was always a need for coffee in the morning for everyone in that house, to make sure they wouldn’t be falling asleep on any upcoming rescues. Kayo enjoyed this moment, with her family appearing that they had forgotten her birthday, she was slightly disappointed, she knew Gordon loved teasing her on her birthday, she was only 4 months younger than him and he loved to remind her that she was ‘getting old’. Kayo would never admit it but she enjoys this banter between them, seeing as she calls Gordon old on his birthday. Unfortunately Kayo couldn't be with her thoughts any longer as she heard the familiar chime and John’s voice calling out ‘International rescue, we have a situation’.

It was a simple search and recovery mission, one Kayo could handle with Shadow. Kayo didn’t see the point in her being sent, with any of the others being more suited to the missions. Scott could have done the mission and been back within 30 minutes, with Kayo being gone for a few hours. Little known to her, the family was planning a secret little party for her, nothing over the top, just the way she likes things. Scott had picked up a cake for Kayo, a chocolate cake, the type she would never admit was her guilty pleasure. Kayo’s trip home was quiet, with only the humm of Shadow’s engines. Being unaware of what was going on in her own home.

Gordon and Alan were doing the balloons, with Max hanging up the bunting. Although it was nearly impossible, keeping certain secrets from Kayo was possible, but took weeks of planning. Kayo had docked Shadow and ran her usual post flight checks. Kayo wondered, straight from the shower into the lounge. Kayo stared in awe of the mini celebration they did for her, presents on the table, balloons and banners hanging. “you remembered?” Kayo was shocked at the sight in front of her. “what kind of question is that? of course we did Kayo” Alan told her. Kayo had been foolish to believe that they had forgotten about her birthday.

Kayo’s presents consisted of a range of kung fu movies, Alan loved giving her those, Gordon got her a shirt with a grumpy cat on the front, with the words ‘don’t mess with me’. Kayo loved it. ‘I love how old you are now Kay, almost like we're both getting old, don't you think” Gordon chuckled as Kayo shared a smile with him as he wrapped her arm around her shoulders. Kayo grinned as she continued to open her presents around her family, with blowing out her candles, eating maybe a bit too much cake, but hey it was her birthday, she could indulge.

Scott tried handing her a beer, with Kayo swiftly refusing. She rarely drank at all, she wasn’t really a fan of it. Kayo had quite a low tolerance when it came to alcohol, and utterly refused to drink outside of the island, knowing she’d only really be safe with her family, “come on, it’s your birthday! you can party as hard or as little as you like.” Kayo knew Scott was true, and why not! She was with her family, and knew to savour little moments with them whilst she could. After all, it was her birthday.

#thunderbirds are go #kayokyrano #kayo kyrano

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The Call

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"I really don't want to leave," Kiera sighed once they stepped into the airport terminal towards the waiting area. "I had such a great time. I'm definitely glad you didn't give me any hints about the surprise!"

"I'm glad, love. You looked stunning wearing that dress."

"I can say the same about you, babe. You pulled off looking good in that suit. Too bad we can't stay in that era forever."

"I'm sure it was worse than what it is now."

Once they took their seats to wait on their next flight, Kiera crossed her legs while Simon's left hand rested on her knee, again bouncing his foot impatiently while he kept a stark eye on the entrance and exit points of the terminal. "Uh oh," Kiera giggled, breaking Simon out of his protective glance and pulling her phone from her purse. "Baler is calling me."

"Brace yourself for a heap of trouble," Simon grumbled. "Your mum has been calling us twice a day since we've left telling us about the twins, but when that lad calls, he's either up to something or is testing the water..."

"He might just be calling because he misses us!" She rolled her eyes after Simon shot her a glare that said the teen was lying.

"He's a teenager. The last thing on his mind is calling his parents who are on their honeymoon just to ask how they are. He's probably sleeping in our bed, eating all of my favorite snack cakes for when I want to cheat on my diet, drinking all of your Dr. Pepper, and feeding Kimber what he doesn't eat."

Kiera couldn't help but laugh, "I thought you were quitting eating those cakes altogether?"

"I am... Once they're all gone. I only eat one once a week."

"Yeah," She scoffed. "One pack! Which has two cakes in the pack!"

"I can't help there's two in the pack!"

"I know, Simon. It's okay to have a favorite cheat food for someone as strict on yourself like you are."

"Have to stay in shape for my job."

"Yeah, and when you eventually deploy again," She frowned at the thought, looking down at her lap to answer her ringing phone. "Hello?"

"Momma, when are you coming home?"

"Depends on what you're about to tell me," Kiera replied, arching her brow and putting him on speaker. "Is everything okay?"

"Well," Baler huffed. "Everything is fine here at home, but my ego isn't okay."

"Bloody hell." Simon scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"What happened?"

"So, Nana couldn't pick me up from school today because she was still stuck at the doctor's office, so she asked Johnny to come and pick me up..."

"Okay? What's the problem with that?"

"Well... He couldn't find the keys to his car at first and - you know how they've been staying at the house with me on the weekends?-"

"They have their own house to stay in!" Simon barked, startled, ignoring the breathy laugh Baler let out at his father's sudden rise of blood pressure.

"Take me off speaker, mom... Dad's going to get mad."

"Okay," Kiera giggled, not doing as he requested because she too was eager to see how Simon was going to react with whatever it was that Baler was about to inform them on. "Alright, you're off speaker."

"Good. Anyway, Teeter was going to take your truck like you told her she could, but the truck needed diesel and DEF, and she didn't have time to run to the store, so-"

"Don't fucking tell me they took my car." Simon muttered quietly.

"-She gave Johnny the keys to dad's car."

"Oh... Is that all that happened?"

"No, being picked up in a Hellcat definitely didn't hurt my ego," Baler laughed. "It's what Johnny did when he picked me up that did."

"What did he do?"

"I didn't know it was him at first until I saw my name on that big ass - sorry - big ole card that's supposed to go on the dashboard and at first I got excited because I thought it was dad coming to pick me up and you were going to surprise me by coming home early, but anyway Johnny started blasting that stupid bagpipe song or whatever it was at max volume yelling "SCOTLAND FOREVER! SCOTLAND KNOWS WHAT TIME IT IS!" out the window like he's some drunk idiot and wouldn't even turn it down after I got in the car. I saw his phone too, so I know he was taking a video to probably send it to dad later to piss him off. And he was shouting something like "GIVE EM STEEL LADS!" and I'm emotionally vulnerable until you come home."

Kiera couldn't help but laugh at the imagined scenario, looking over at Simon to see his face beet red. Even though she knew he was livid, she knew he'd be laughing about it later. Especially if they were to somehow see the video from Johnny himself.

(Author's Note: Here is the video in question to give you a full picture ;) Please giggle and enjoy it like I did because it's 100% accurate! I also couldn't find it on YouTube, so I'll have to copy the link to the video here so you can open it on TikTok or your Safari browser: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8Fejgkk/

"I'm sorry, baby," Kiera giggled. "Did he at least get you home safe and sound?"

"Yes. He didn't even scratch dad's car and I'm surprised."

"He better be glad he didn't, lad." Simon scoffed.

"Mom! I thought you took me off speaker!"

"Um, I did! Simon can just hear really well!"

"Yeah, right. When are you coming home?"

"We're at the airport now." Simon grumbled.

"That doesn't tell me anything."

"Love, he's getting his attitude from you. You should do something about that." He murmured with a playful glare.

"Maybe it's a good thing," She retorted. "We're at the airport in Manchester. We were supposed to fly home yesterday because our cruise got cancelled, so we stayed the night in a hotel and are taking the first flight back to the States. We're going to land in Nashville and stay a night before getting on another flight that takes us to Cody."

"Okay."

"Are you at the house or with your Nana?"

"I'm at Nana's. It's not a far walk," He snickered.

"How're your brother and sister?"

"They're good. Never caused any problems since you two left. I think Evie said dada at one point, but she's been quiet ever since."

"She did??" Simon questioned, his heart thudding with excitement.

"That's what Nana was sayin'. I'm just laying on the couch while she's making dinner-"

"Why don't you go and help her?" Simon scoffed.

"Alright. Oh, hold on. Someone's knocking on the door. I'll get it, Nana!" They heard Baler exclaim from the other side of the phone. "Um... Hello?"

"Hello," The sound of a woman replied back. "Do you know where I can find your mother?"

Kiera's brows furrowed at the conversation she and Simon were both hearing from the other side of the phone.

"May I ask who you are?"

"Tell her that Kate from Butte came by to see her. I was in town and wanted to catch up."

"Um... Okay, I'll tell her," Baler spoke before directing his attention to Kiera on the other side of the phone after the mysterious middle-aged woman dismissed herself from the porch and back towards her car, Baler keeping a confused eye on her from the window after he had shut and locked the door. "Momma, some lady from butt came to see you."

"From where?"

"Butt - you know, that town in Montana?"

"You mean Butte?" She breathed a laugh. "I don't know anyone from Butte, honey."

"Well, she sure knows you," Baler scoffed. "Said her name was Kate."

Kiera's breathing halted briefly, immediately looking at Simon who shared the same expression as her. Why didn't she call me? "Okay."

"She's still sitting in her car. Want me to take the phone to her?"

"No, that's fine. I'll call her. Our flight is boarding now. I'll call you when I can, okay?"

"Okay, momma. Be careful. I love you. Tell dad I said I loved him too."

"Love you too." Simon answered, hearing him as clear as day since he was on speaker.

He looked at Kiera with a concerned gaze, watching her end her call with Baler before finding Kate's phone number. "Put it on speaker."

"I can't if it's classified, Simon," She sighed before reaching into her purse to pull out a pair of AirPods from their case. "Here, put one in your ear and I'll put the other in mine. Just don't say anything."

"Okay, love."

They both heard the phone ring roughly four times before she answered, "Kiera, I see word travels fast when I come to visit." She chuckled.

"Was it just a visit, though?"

"I wish I could say it was," She sighed. "I had forgotten you were still on your honeymoon when I pulled up to your house and realized that you weren't home with your truck and car sitting in the driveway. Is there any way you could meet me in Jackson Hole after you get back?"

"Why Jackson Hole? Why not meet me at the ranch?"

"With what I'm about to tell you doesn't need to be said on your ranch."

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thewritingofspencerrose · 10 months ago

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masterlist

so this ended up a LOT longer than expected...

based on the first race of the 2024 season where Max's lead was... unbelievable at best

enjoy!

"Charlie, please."

"I cant be here when he gets back, Cherie, I-," And I can hear everything he is feeling in this one sigh. "He was more than 20 seconds ahead of me today, ahead of everyone."

"You know thats not-"

"Not what? Not what he meant to do? It's his job to drive, but it's not his job to be ahead of even his teammate by ten seconds and to then go for the fastest lap, for that one point that he won't need to end the season," Charlie just shakes his head, entire body tense and eyes glassy as he pulls the zipper of his suit case.

"Charlie-" I want to cry. This isn't how we wanted to start the season, Charles not even being able to be in the same room as Max. "I'm not going to let you go unless I know you have a plan."

The tears start to fall as I blink, slowly trailing down my cheeks with the same pace of Charles steps towards me, bag dragging along.

"I will go to Jeddah early as planned, but on my own, not on his plane," He explains quietly, pads of his thumbs wiping over my cheeks. "You are welcome to come with me-"

"He would think we left him," I can't help but interrupt, feeling like my heart is tearing. "He can't handle that, he's just getting to a good place."

And he sighs again, because he knows we can't both leave him.

He'd never recover.

"You stay here then, and I will see you in a couple days," He agrees, smiling sadly before leaning in and kissing the tip of my nose. "But I have to go before he gets back."

"Char-"

"Mon ange," He says this time, voice strict and I know for sure now that there is no changing his mind.

"I love you, please text me when you get to the airport," I request, pulling him into my arms and resting my head against his chest before pulling away, staying close as he leans down and presses his lips to my own. "We'll figure this out, just go take your time."

"Je vous aime," He purrs, kissing me one more time before walking towards the door, hand on the handle.

"Charles, you can't leave before I say it back," I remind, tears still streaming but a small smile on both our faces. Pausing for a moment, he just chuckles at my theatrics.

"So?"

"I love you too."

"Schatje? Liefje?" Max's tired voice reaches my ears an hour later, smelling of champagne and having a dopey smile from the joy of the day.

I love when he's like this.

And I hate what my words are about to do to his positive mood.

"Hi my love," I greet with a small smile, having already changed into the hoodie that Lando had gotten me for the boys and my anniversary, split down the center of Redbull and Ferrari.

"Charles in the shower?" Is his question as he leans down to kiss my cheek, "I wanted to check on him, he seemed upset after the race."

Oh God.

"About that," Is how I begin, his hands smoothing down my body and onto my hips, applying just the slightest bit of pressure. "Charlie took an earlier flight. He should be landing in Jeddah soon."

There's the drop of his expression that I didn't want to see.

"What? We were all meant to fly out tomorrow morning on my plane, weren't we? Did something change?"

"He- he's not handling Redbull's performance well," Is the most gentle way I can think to deliver the news, wrapping my arms around his neck, playing with the short pieces of hair at the bottom of his neck.

But he's unwrapping my wrists from his neck, taking a large step back as his entire face freezes over. "He left because he was jealous?"

"He wasn't-"

"You just said that he wasn't handling our performance well. Redbull's. My performance. So he left," Max states, and the usual care that's in his voice when he talks about Charles is gone. While I'm aware it's only momentary, we've been through so much worse for this to be longer than that.

But his eyes are cold, and it's as though I can physically see him withdrawing into himself, into that man the media believes him to be.

Strong. Cold. Unbreakable.

And I can't help but hate it.

This isn't Max, it's the walls he builds.

Fucking Jos Verstappen.

He's moving again before I can even say anything, "Pack up your stuff. Als hij zich als een kind wil gedragen en weg wil rennen, dan zullen we hem als een ouder achtervolgen (if he wants to act as a child and run away, then we will chase him down like a parent)," He grumbles, tossing clothes back into his suitcase.

"I have no idea what you just said, but okay, we can pack up."

"Mamma?" Max can hear her voice, but not see her.

Oh... She's hiding in his plane's bathroom. On the phone. Why?

"Mamma, I don't know how to fix it this time," Her sobs seep through the walls. "I know Max doesn't mean to be so far ahead, but Charles can't handle being torn down by the man he loves for another season. I had just gotten Charlie back up to his confidence before last season."

"Max can't stop from winning, but I can't help Charlie when he needs it. We promised Max we would never leave him and Charles left."

"We're on our way to Charles now. I just can't see watch them fight again, Mamma. My heart can't take it."

All Max can think is one thing.

What are they doing to her?

"Charles, open the door."

My hearts pounding, I should have taken more of my anxiety medication.

Or gotten high.

No... I haven't done that since college.

But I can't take this.

"Charlie," I can feel the lump in my throat as I say his name, "Please."

It takes a few moments, longer than I was hoping and enough for me to worry he may never open the door, before he does, his arms encompassing me before I even get a word out.

"Mon amour," He breathes out, pulling away enough to wipe the tears I hadn't noticed falling, my hands taking hold of his hoodie. Max's hoodie. "Please don't cry."

"Schatje?" Max's voice is soft, his tone as if he's afraid he's going to spook a deer.

Charles body tenses around my own, but he does move us further into the room, allowing Max to enter and close the door, laying our bags to the side.

"Can we please talk?"

"I left early to avoid talking."

"Charlie-"

"Mon -"

"If you two do can not talk this out like to people in a relationship, I'm going to stay with my mother."

That achieves both of their attention.

"Vous êtes quoi? (you're what?)"

"Je bent wat? (you're what?)"

"We shouldn't be in a relationship if we're unable to talk about our issues," I explain as I sit on the end of the bed. "Two and a half years in you would think we'd be better at this," my hands meeting my face.

"Charles," my eyes don't open, but I can hear the desperation which prompts me to peek. And when I do I want to continue my cry from the plane.

Charles has taken a seat on the side of the bed, Max holding his face as he kneels in front of him.

"You know I have no control over the team's differences in abilities. But I do play a part in how you feel. And I do know we both love her, and each other, too much to not talk this through."

"Mad Max Verstappen, are you being emotional?" Charlie questions, earning my full attention.

He's smiling, they both are, and they're both teary eyed.

And I throw myself on top of Charles back, toppling the both of us into Max and onto the floor.

"There's my boys."

#the writing of spencer rose #original character #formula 1 fanfiction #formula 1 #polyamourous #polyamory #lestappen #charles leclerc x oc #max verstappen x oc x charles leclerc #max verstappen x oc #lestappen x oc

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kievlyane · 4 months ago

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charles is a brand new top gun student and slightly older max being his flight instructor🤭what could possibly go wrong?

charles immediately fells in love with his new sexy flight instructor, so he decides to do everything to make commander look at him. it’s not so hard because, he’s best in his class, and max’s eyes are only on him…

max knows that his new student has something for him, and he knows charles is great pilot. but max is just better, there is the reason why he’s an instructor. and he does not make it easy for charles in an air.

they’re dancing in the sky, like there’s a respawn point on the ground, until max ends up on a hospital bed after too close call with his beloved student.

first thing max sees, after waking up, is all his room full of flowers and his best friend sitting there and reading something that really looks like handmade postcard with cats and planes on it. yes it’s is from charles, no not all flowers are from him, your other students also like you.

next day max wakes up to charles slowly entering his room, but deciding to pretend be asleep. he hears that his student quietly sitting near his bed. than charles starts talking. about how he’s sorry, and he never thought that manoeuvre would end like that, that loves him so much and can’t stand that fact, that max is in hospital because of him. at the end max clearly hear that charles is crying so he grabs his hand, scaring charles along the way. his student’s face is red with thick tears streaming down.

bright green meets light blue first time in a lots of painful days. max quietly petting charles’ hands. no need to say anything, they already know everything.

#inspired by new charles’ pics #NEW PICS OF CHARLES IN FLIGHT SUIT #now i need max in flight suit too #I NEED MORE #top gun au #lestappen #i know it’s bad #charles leclerc #max verstappen

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souliebird · 2 years ago

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sugar skulls & altars

Frank Castle x OFC || 4,233 words

xxxxx

She makes him feel like Frank Castle

xxxxx

A love letter to my Punisher oc bc I'm a big fucking Sap.

Frank wants nothing more than to take off his fucking boots.

They are sopping wet and the left one is torn to shreds. It's barely holding together. Which only furthers his anger because he Liked these boots. He actually shelled out the money to Red's suit maker to get them custom made. Now he'll have to track the guy down again.

After he tracks down the rest of this fucking gang he's after.

But that's for another night. He's done tonight. He needs to restock and think and cool down. Going in angry won't do him any favors. These fuckers are clever, way more than he gave them credit for.

And maybe a beer or two won't hurt. Take Max out.

Check on his girl across the hall. He hasn't seen his little angel in a few days - hell, he hasn't been to his apartment in a few days. He feels like a fucking asshole over it, relying on her to take care of Max. He knows she doesn't mind it, Max practically belongs to her now, the little traitor, but Frank doesn't want to give her more to worry about.

She's got the weight of the world on her shoulders, his Sadie. If he could admit it to himself, he'd say he loves her for it. Her absolute genuine concern for everyone else.

"Whatever I can do to help," she always tells him with the brightest smile.

Yeah, if she's up, he'll knock on her door.

Frank slumps his way from where he's parked his van to the building that holds his apartment. No one else is on the street, but he knows better than to let his guard down. His dwindling anger keeps him vigilant and he keeps his hand on his gun until he's through the front door and in the lobby. He doesn't bother with the elevator, heading right to the stairs for the short trek up three flights. The building's quiet for the most part. The walls are pretty thin, so there's always some noise, but the people here are just trying to get by. He doesn't need to worry much about finding a junkie in the stairs or kicking down a door to stop some asshole from beating on his wife.

It's one of the better shitholes he's lived in.

The bulb in the hallway is burnt out, but it only serves to help him see the little sliver of light shining out from under Sadie's door. He pretends to not notice the pleased feeling that settles in his chest and forces himself to go to his own door instead of straight to knocking on hers.

Max is waiting for him when he opens the door. His tail is wagging and he's doing his little tip-tap dance as Frank pulls what's left of his boots off. The second he tosses them aside, Max is on him, pushing his big square head into Frank's hands.

Frank instantly starts scratching at his jowls, "I missed you, too, bud. You bein' a good guard?"

His answer is more tip-taps and some face licks. He indulges in another minute of pets before pulling away. His gear joins his boots on the floor then he makes his way to the bathroom.

The second he turns on the light, he's grimacing at his reflection. He looks like fucking shit. Bruising and cuts cover his face. Drying blood is caked all over him. He's lucky the worst he got tonight was a deep swipe in his side with a knife. He already wrapped that in the van, keeping himself from bleeding over everything.

He can't go see his girl looking like this, so he starts the shower and peels out of his clothes. He's just as covered in blood and grime naked. He buzzed his hair earlier that week, so at least he's not going to need to scrub his scalp to death to get clean.

But he still spends a good twenty minutes in the shower, making sure there isn't a speck of dirt on him.

Max is sitting in the doorway when he steps out of the shower and gives Frank an excited wiggle when he's looked at, coupled with some grumbly whines. His 'pitbull talk' as Sadie calls it. He's been doing it more and more and she encourages it, pretending to have conversations with the dog. Frank may or may not have picked up on the habit.

He raises his brow at Max, "You givin' me attitude now?"

He can't help but snort when he just gets a big dog smile in return.

"That's what I thought."

He gives Max another scratch as he passes from the bathroom back into the main room, going to grab some sweats and a shirt to throw on. He thinks for a to moment, then digs his sneakers out from under the bed. He's so used to wearing his boots to do everything, he can't even remember the last time he wore them. He doesn't even go jogging or shit like that. He's got some older boots, but he's not going to break those out just to take Max out.

And that's not just because he's got no idea if they are in his apartment or one of his safe houses.

He's gonna fucking bulk order from Red's suit guy.

Max seems to know the plan. Frank's not even fully dressed before the leash is being pushed against his hand. He takes it with a huff and a smile, and clips it to Max's collar. He can't even be annoyed about the dog being pushy - he's been a crap owner. He'd be eager too, if he'd been locked up in the apartment.

He finishes putting his shoes on then lets Max lead him out. The air is a lot crisper now that his adrenaline is down. Halloween is right around the corner - he's been roped into joining Red's little group to make sure no one tries to burn the fucking city down.

He starts to think up a plan for the rest of the night as he walks Max around the block. He knows Sadie will want to clean him up a bit and feed him and he'll let her. He's become spoiled on her cooking - he's bulked up a bit since she came into his life and he won't complain one bit. And she gets the good beer.

Maybe he can talk her into watching some horror movie. She doesn't like the R-rated shit, she's too sweet for that, but he's sure they can find something tame enough. Something they can enjoy and he can just take a moment to fucking Relax.

It's something he's forgotten how to do. He's always head down in his work, going after some shit bag or another. Grinding down anything left of Frank Castle and encompassing The Punisher has been his balance for the past year or so. Not losing himself like Red did, he's not letting a building collapse on him, it just didn't feel like the world needed Frank Castle anymore.

'Til he stumbled upon her, literally, and she took one look at the Punisher and only saw Frank Castle.

Maybe he'll pamper her instead, coax her into a bath and massage. Taking care of her gives him a sense of calm he hasn't had since Lisa was in diapers. Nothing else matters except what's in his hands.

He licks his bottom lip at the thought of digging his thumbs into her shoulders, making his angel sigh in delight. Having her completely melt under him, trusting him so completely to take care of her. Soft conversation about whatever project she's wrapped up in, feeling like an actual person instead of a ghost of a man.

So yeah, he'll do that, make up being away with doting on her. Solid plan, room for improvising.

He tugs on Max's leash, dragging the dog's attention away from whatever he was sniffing, and starts heading back to the apartment building. It only takes a few minutes, Max trotting by him, throwing up those happy dog smiles to him. He lets himself smile too.

The building is still just as quiet when he returns, the only sound as he starts up the stairs being the jingle of Max's tags. He stops in front of Sadie's door and tells Max to sit before knocking.

Frank knows she knows it's him, but he can't help but smile as he hears her push against the door so she can look through the peep hole. She's soft, but far from stupid.

His world brightens as the door swings open and he's met with a blinding smile.

"Frank! I wasn't expecting to see you tonight," she says, stepping back so he can come in. After Max, who pushes his way in to his favorite human. Sadie bends to scratch his ears, eyes never leaving Frank.

She looks so sweet, he has to tell himself he can just throw her over his shoulder and take her to bed. Her mane of curls are thrown up in a bun and even though it's the end of October, she's wearing a tank top and little sleeping shorts. It doesn't leave much to the imagination.

"Saw you were still up, wanted to check in," is his reply to her. "How you doin', sweetheart?"

Sadie unclips Max's leash and he barrels his way to the couch, probably going to right where she had just been sitting. She doesn't seem to mind, turning her attention to Frank, putting her hands on his chest and leaning up on her tip toes to press a feather light kiss to his lips. He instantly reaches around to run his hands over her ass before squeezing her cheeks, pulling her closer to him. She gives a pleased hum against his lips.

"Better with you here." She pulls back and taps her fingers against him, lips turning into the slightest frown, "There's glass in your arm."

He gives her another squeeze before letting her go, and looking at the back of his forearm. It's like his boot, shredded to fuck. He went through a window at some point, so he's not surprised glass got in there. Everything kinda hurts, so he didn't even realize.

Sadie traces her finger up to his neck, dancing over his skin before cupping his jaw. Frank leans into it eagerly, "Let me grab my tweezers."

He's reluctant to let her go now he has his hands on her, but he behaves. He kicks off his shoes and follows her into the main room.

Max has made his home on the couch and the table in the front of him is covered in what looks like disassembled picture frames. His sweet girl is always working on some type of project and he can't wait to hear about whatever she's doing now.

After she patches him up.

He plops himself down at the kitchen table and rests his arm there, turning it so Sadie can easily get to the cuts and waits. A moment later, she's coming out of the bathroom with bright pink tweezers. He smiles at the sight - he bought her a whole grooming kit in obnoxious colors and it pleases him she uses it.

She playfully snaps them at him as she sits, "I only felt a few, so it will just take a minute."

Frank hums, "Baby girl, you know there's no rush."

She just smiles at him then turns her attention to his wounds.

He doesn't take his eyes off her.

With such gentleness and care Frank has never deserved in his life, Sadie picks up his arm and the slightest tingle goes down his spine as all the pain in his body is dulled into nothingness. In the blink of an eye, the scrapes on his knuckles are gone, like they were never there to begin with. Every wound, every injury he's gotten over the last week or so disappear, save the cuts on his arm she is pulling glass out of. He can't even feel it - she's numbed the area around it.

He swears she just really be an angel. She can heal anything with just a touch. She's saved his ass too many times to count at this point, Red and Finn's too, and that doesn't compare to the weird underground clinic she works with. She does it all without asking for anything in return and hardly ever questions where injuries came from. And she does it all anonymously - only a handful of people know what she can do. She covers her face and hair when she works.

Frank knows a great deal of it has to do with her fears of being taken to some lab - not that he'd ever let that happen - but he knows she wouldn't want the power that would come with being public. If she wanted it, she could be the richest person in the world. He's seen her cure fucking stage three cancer in a five minute session and save a man who had been stabbed in the heart. People would literally pay billions for a handshake from Sadie Harper.

She barely makes rent.

She thrifts all her clothes and buys her furniture from the flea market.

She lives in this shit hole apartment in Hell's Kitchen and the first time she's ever been outside New York or Jersey, it was him taking her to Connecticut for the Elephant's Trunk Flea Market.

She doesn't have health insurance or the ability to heal herself because Fate truly is a bitch.

She spends all her time cleaning guns with him, talking about her dreams of buying a run down apartment and remodeling it all herself. She's the unofficial doctor for a group of New York vigilantes because she can't afford to go to college. Her hobbies include acting like a nutritionist to all her friends because she can tell all of their blood work with a touch and she is extremely passionate about food and being the neighborhood safe person. Everyone knows Sadie knows the Punisher. He's made sure of that.

And that means kids come to her when someones hurting them. Sometimes it's a bully, and Sadie gives them advice. Sometimes it's a kid who can't go to the ER and knows the Woman at the Clinic won't ask questions. And sometimes those kids keep coming back and back and neither of them say a word over and over and over again until the kids just says a name. Then Sadie never sees that kid again.

And that's who she is and Frank…cares very deeply about her for it.

She makes him feel like Frank Castle again.

"That's the last one."

She drops his hand and bounces up to go clean the tweezers. His eyes go right to her ass. Like a true New Yorker she walks every where and it shows. Frank's a simple man.

"I went to the butcher's today and got more ham for stock. I haven't used it yet, I'll make you a sandwich. Would you like beer or coffee?"

"Beer, please," Frank replies. He finally looks away from her and over to the TV. There's a couple touring some run down looking house. "Where they at?"

"California."

"They're always in California."

"They're based in California, so they didn't spend the money to travel for the first few seasons," she says, starting to flutter around the kitchen, gathering things to cook with.

"Huh," he grunts, and turns on his chair to face the TV. His eyes drop to the frames on the coffee table. "What'cha working on?"

She doesn't respond right away. Frank waits a few moments, thinking she's busy with something or thinking over her answer, before he looks over.

Her back is turned to him and her shoulders hunched up. That makes him knit his brow. He waits. She'll tell him when she's ready, but he doesn't like it's something she's nervous about. She's got some of the worst anxiety he's ever seen, but she's gotten better at knowing he won't get angry at her.

It's not like she's doing anything dangerous - her projects are all crafts in one way or another.

It takes her a full minute before she turns around and comes back to him. He holds out his hands and she takes it, giving the smallest of tugs. He gets up and follows her easily, heading over towards the couch. Max looks up at them, tail starting to thunk hard against the seat. She leads him to the other end and he sits, raising the urge to pull her into his lap. He lets her sit between him and her dog.

Frank finally notices a yellow envelope on the table and he instantly knows it has photos in it. Real printed out photos. He lets go of her hand to reach for it.

Sadie is still as a statue beside him.

There's a fair amount of photos in the envelope and he slides the stack out into his hand.

And nearly fucking drops them.

Lisa and Maria are beaming back up at him, wearing swimsuits at the beach. He's never seen this picture before in his life.

He flips to the next photo.

It's Frank Jr's school photo.

The next is Lisa and her friends at a bowling alley. She's posing with a ball.

The next is he and Maria's wedding photo.

"Facebook," Sadie says so softly it almost spooks him. "And Instagram. A lot of their friends don't have private accounts. I…ummm.. Made enough to make into an album for you, too."

That pulls his eyes away from Maria's smile and he frowns up at Sadie.

She's looking down at her lap, wringing her hands. Her voice is still quiet when she speaks, "Dia de Los Muertos is coming up and I thought they would want to know how you were doing. I've never made one before, but my abuelita would make an altar for my abuelito every year to give him all the gossip, so I kind of have an idea."

Frank looks back to Maria. His chest is getting tight. There's something growing in his throat. "You made 'em an altar?"

She squirms beside him, "I'm still making it…" She sounds ashamed over the fact.

He doesn't know how to feel. There's so much going through him and God, seeing Maria's smile is destroying him but he wants to sear it into his memory. His hands shake as he flips to the next photo.

It's him and Lisa. He remembers taking it - they went to Coney Island without checking the weather and it rained on them. About ten minutes after Lisa demanded they take a selfie.

God, she'd laugh her ass off if she knew how many dumb selfies he's been in. The thought makes him tear up and he starts tracing over her smile. His baby girl. He misses her so much.

He misses them all so much.

He forces his eyes away from the photos and back to Sadie.

She's still not looking at him and he can feel the nerves rolling off her in waves. She's scared how he's gonna react and it makes his heart hurt. He knows whatever she is doing is with pure intentions - she's not snooping around or anything. He's not sure what she's doing, if he's being honest, but he's got a rough idea. He's seen the sugar skulls and knows what an altar is.

Frank swallows the lump in his throat and locks his lips. "Can I help?" He asks and his voice is cracked to shit.

Her head turns to him slowly, her lips turning up into that beautiful bright smile. She starts to nod eagerly, and Frank's heart is pounding in his chest for so many reasons.

"We need to find photos. I was looking for really happy things. Good memories for them to come back to? And…um…" She leans down and Frank watches her pull out a shopping bag out from under the table and up onto her lap. Max pushes his head into her lap, sniffing loudly. She opens the bag towards him and he sticks his head right in. Finding nothing for him, he pulls back and flops back down with a huff.

Sadie then shows him what's in the bag - two little Lego sets, both dinosaur themed. The lump in his throat comes back full force and his hand is shaking again as he pulls out one of the boxes.

They'd go feral for these - Lisa and Frankie. These are the toys aimed at older kids. Hell, he used to always get a kick out of putting them together, no matter his age. It's always been fun to see what little blocks can build. He can hear them in his head, screeching and laughing about stealing each other's blocks. He can picture being roped into building some big thing so they can have their dinosaurs tear it down just in time for dinner.

"I didn't know," Sadie starts, her voice back to being so soft, "if I should build them or not. My abuelito only ever got tequila, cigarettes, and the paper. But they are meant to be played with, so leaving them in the box seems…sad?" She looks from the box in his hands up to Frank's face, "What do you think?"

He licks his lips before putting the box and stack of photographs down on the coffee table. He turns back to Sadie, takes in her large, love filled brown eyes, and part of him just melts.

How can she be so good? So good to him?

There ain't no way in hell he deserves her goodness. And not at this level.

Finding pictures of his family, getting toys for his kids, doing all this because she knows how important they are to him. How important they will always be.

He is supposed to be pampering her and here she is, making him cry.

Frank takes her face in his hands and kisses her, soft but firm, running his thumb over her cheek as he does. She sighs into him, turning towards him so she can rest her palms on his chest. He doesn't miss a beat, dropping his hands to her hips and tugging her into his lap so she's straddling him. She moves so easily for him, making soft little pleased noises the whole time, settling against him.

He slides one hand up her back, pushing up her tank top until he reaches her shoulders, then let's the fabric drop back down, before going up her neck and burying his hand into her hair. He bites her bottom lip lightly before pulling back just enough to talk. She tries to follow him and he ends up mumbling into her mouth between more kisses.

"I think buildin' 'em would be perfect. Think you're perfect, sweetheart, for doin' this. Thinking of them. You got no idea," he gets out as he starts kissing down her jaw to her neck, "Thank you." He might start actually crying if he keeps going, so he buries his face into the crook of her neck. She wraps her arms around his shoulders and holds him close, cradling his head against her and lightly scratching the nape of his neck with her nails. Comforting him so he doesn't turn into a mess.

She kisses his temple and she gives a little hum against him before she starts talking, "You said you don't get to visit them as much as you'd like, so I thought they'd like to know how you're doing. And…" She nuzzles against where she kissed, like she's shy about what she's got to say, "I wanted to meet them…let them know you.. Aren't alone."

And God, that just fucking gets him. Frank hugs her tighter to him, trying to absorb her into him because part of him never wants to let her go.

He takes a shaky breath and looks up at her, and he can't help but smile because she's smiling down at him. She really is his angel.

"Nah…not alone. I got you to take care of me." He gives her another sweet kiss, "Don't know how I got so lucky."

"Fate," she replies with a hint of mischief. It's her go to answer for everything and it's not something he believes in, but he's not going to argue with her.

She slides off his lap, turning to grab the stack of photos on the table as she does, then curls against his side, tucking her feet up under her. Frank wraps his arm around her to hold her close and looks down at the image of Lisa clasped in Sadie's hands. Lisa would have loved Sadie. Maria and Frankie, too.

"Will you tell me about this one?" Sadie asks, flipping the photo of him and Lisa to the back to reveal one of Maria dressed up like a pirate for Halloween. Lisa, still a baby, is wearing a parrot onesie and has clearly just poured her bottle all over Maria's top.

Frank can't help the bark of laughter that escapes him, "Oh Lordy, I remember this. Lisa had just started really eaten solid food…"

And just like that, another part of Frank Castle blooms back to life from the ashes of the Punisher's past.

#soulie writes #the Punisher #Frank castle x ofc #Frank Castle x oc #let me be cringe

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What I've been Consuming - 01/31/24

Welcome back to a new year of What I’ve Been Consuming! Now, slide out of those DMs and into your comfiest Snuggie and drown in the soft glow of your picture box.

MOVIES:

Rebel Moon Pt.1 - You know when you meet a really attractive person and you get a date with them and then they start talking, like really talking and then you find out they’re completely empty inside. This movie is like that. Zack Snyder can make a beautiful movie, but it just has no heart. There’s some cool stuff here, but it just doesn’t have anything that really makes me feel hopeful for the characters. Snyder needs a writing partner that can flesh out all the parts he just races by. This is a perfect background movie, which is not a good thing.

Godzilla Minus One - Whooo baby is this some fantastic giant kaiju moviemaking. This movie can feel a bit slow, but it all pays off in the end. This movie perfectly mixes modern effects, while still nodding to Godzilla’s original look and feel. Watch how he moves, it’s a bit clunky like the original rubber suit, it’s intentional and it works. The characters all give great performances and the time we spend with them makes their stories all the more compelling. There are some truly beautiful shots of destruction here and when Godzilla shows up he is just awe inspiring. See this however you can, and on the biggest screen you can.

Skinamarink - Super weird and creepy and filled with slow mounting dread. This is no ordinary horror movie or even an ordinary movie. Two children awaken in their home that has no doors or windows and their parents seem to be missing. It’s filmed in a sort of lost footage style with very little dialogue. This feels like an art house film and takes some endurance to get through it. Is it worth it? I’m not sure, but it stuck with me for days after viewing it. As I said earlier, this is no ordinary movie. If you decide to watch it, turn out all the lights and let yourself get lost in this creepy world.

TV:

Scavenger’s Reign - Boy oh boy is this fantastic! The planet! The people! The weirdness! I know that’s a lot of exclamation points, but it’s all true. This is just so out there and so full of magical wonder. I feel like a bunch of amazing people got in a room and just said, “what if the planet did this…” over and over again. The planet is the main character here and it is relentlessly surprising. Watch it and then rewatch it again. Available on HBO Max.

Blue Eyed Samurai - All action with a great story and some great voice acting. Oh, and the animation is absolutely top notch. This is so great you might want to binge it, but I implore you to slow down and savor it. It’s worth it. I really can’t say enough good things about this series so I’ll just stop talking. Available on Netflix.

MUSIC:

Olivia Rodrigo - Guts - I love this album and I don’t care who knows! It’s full of glorious tunes that bring back all the good high school feels. Even the sad feels are welcome here as sometimes it’s fun to remember all the things that seemed so serious back then, but really weren’t that bad. Just put this album on and enjoy!

COMICS:

Omac - Story and art by John Byrne - I spend a lot of time digging around used bookstores to see what the mom’s of comic collectors have dumped there. I come across a lot of crap, but I also stumble across some hidden gems. I’m not a super big DC fan and Omac is not a character I’m too familiar with, but I love me some John Byrne. When I found all four parts of this 1991 series together I snapped it up right away and I’m happy I did. The art is b+w with a heavy use of halftones throughout. Byrne is as fluid as ever here and the story

Speaking of John Byrne I’m slowly picking up his 28 issue run on Alpha Flight. I’m probably 80 percent there and I’m loving every minute of the digging through crates, searching Ebay and of course the reading. It’s just good clean fun.

Alright that’s all for now. Trying to get into a rhythm with these things so look for one next month.

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the-firebird69 · 1 year ago

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There's an interesting story because with all the offices coming back online people will stop pulling from there because they found out through the spies they're just despise at those sites a lot of them are trumpsters almost all of them and the business is shut down all day they were just sitting there and I thought they have a lot of work and they have none and most of it is a reputation and the reputation is mud and they are they are horrible horrible at liar and tell people the truth sometimes and they are just getting beat up it is just amazing how many of them for beating to death when he started talking about this company they're terribly terribly bad at it and I do know that it's extremely annoying let me come hostile and they don't have it and I do understand now they're doing it here in a personal basis and we do need to stop him we're going to file all sorts of suits but we're going to do the old fashioned way and pretty soon

These chips are being sought all over Earth but all sorts of parties. Trump is sending us in like it was the only thing you have to do at all. Huge groups are going down and the warlocks sent down a giant contingent and their Force they're using the same about 2% and they have about 10% of the general population that's really a smaller number I was there. Still in a few trillion but it's not that many people by comparison it really is not and not even that great for fact-fiving

Couple more things he's going to break take a rest

-the bugs are attacking and he's the air on and they're also going to spray and they don't tell people when they're awake and we're complaining and you don't listen but then I say they have to do it weird at night so it hits the water area it kind of agree with that and then so it's giving take. They haven't sprayed and it doesn't really come over here and it works it's very good it was almost a huge nightmare

-they're having a war under the rings and truthfully they have about 120 houses that are macarlock and they didn't lose that many because the pseudo empire has around 70 and minority more like a 30 and we have like 40 and Max are here with like 40 and they're building 40 more and it's mostly mcmorelock it's true and the clones have houses out of the 120 yeah how about 40 so there's still quite a few of them but they lost about 30 households and you heard who and they're fairly big names.

-along with that there's a few other things happening people are getting very disillusioned with their leadership they want to hold people with no money and nothing to do with no goods and just have them go off in a battle and do whatever it's very lame it's never worked that way people get very pissed and they're stopping their leaders and our son is having a lot of problems too they've been doing it for years Tim and to him and to society and they're trying to put their foot down finally

-is a large group of people trying to get into Charlotte county and they're trying to break in. 30 households went to the first ring and they have a giant for us for me and the pseudo empire promise to wipe it out

20 more people when we've got a deal there's too many people trying to get in and too many every day and it won't go away or stop trying to use Force and it's mostly Macklemore lock and they're trying to get in now so that's going on and there's a huge number of people trying to get here by plane and there's only so many flights and they get here and they're disappointed.

A couple more things we're experiencing a lot of problems here with these people here and we're fighting with them all the time. It is a huge pain this week will probably be different we will have you're a huge number of people taking each other to court and we have to be here to make sure it doesn't boil over this is going to be a large number of cases submitted tomorrow and we'll see how many minutes going to be a lot and it'll start pulling out there big ones we also have another problem with just their attitude it's horrible and then talk is horrible and what they do around the Sun and they need to leave they really do they're horrible people and uncivilized I have there not afraid of the law or anything so we're going to start enforcing stuff and they're going to hate it they're big pigs

-there are several wars going on right now and when it just started is the United Kingdom and they are trying to fight to get there and BGA is calling his and trying to fight to get a huge army and defend the area and ships are moving in spaceships from the island Australia they're fighting to keep them there but it's a big area and their tunnels is about 300 million ships just arrived it's going to go with that for a while

more news later

Thor Freya

Olympus

Good things are working

Hera

Zues

Yes they are

Thor Freya

We'll see you in hell you losers here you're going to go to hell this week finally

Nuada Arrianna we shall help hold you in prison yes you need to go there. The pseudo empire will try to cause chaos to force their military and take the area of Lord will begin the truth we will be bringing troops here to haltom

Mild

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technofeudalism · 1 year ago

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the FAA is now actually doing it's job and will be investigating Boeing's QC process after a bunch of people nearly died.

“Boeing may have failed to ensure its completed products conformed to its approved design and were in a condition for safe operation in accordance with quality system inspection and test procedures,” the FAA said in a letter to the Seattle-based company. The announcement marks the first official theory of potential blame related to last week’s high-profile incident involving a Boeing 737 Max 9 aircraft operated by Alaska Airlines. A door-like panel flew off during a flight, leaving a gaping hole in the plane. The incident terrified passengers and renewed scrutiny of a company that manufactured planes involved in two fatal air crashes in 2018 and 2019.

but do we really need to do this all over?. i mean.. this article is from april 2019:

NORTH CHARLESTON, S.C. — When Boeing broke ground on its new factory near Charleston in 2009, the plant was trumpeted as a state-of-the-art manufacturing hub, building one of the most advanced aircraft in the world. But in the decade since, the factory, which makes the 787 Dreamliner, has been plagued by shoddy production and weak oversight that have threatened to compromise safety. A New York Times review of hundreds of pages of internal emails, corporate documents and federal records, as well as interviews with more than a dozen current and former employees, reveals a culture that often valued production speed over quality. Facing long manufacturing delays, Boeing pushed its work force to quickly turn out Dreamliners, at times ignoring issues raised by employees.

what is the real problem, you ask? i will give you one guess. what does this blog primarily rail against, day in, day out? here's a hint from Le Monde.

the whole article is behind a paywall but the answer is capitalism. capitalism cannot win in a fight against the laws of physics. this is basically the same thing that happened in detroit with the auto manufacturers in the 80s and 90s. too many suits dictating to the engineers what to build and how to build it.

however, the consequences are perhaps a magnitude greater when you're talking about a fucking airplane.

capitalism is great because if you prioritize profit over everything else you can eventually arrive at a place where 100+ people are at risk of being sucked out of a goddamn airplane and killed because a manufacturing team was probably being pushed beyond their capacity due to unrealistic deadlines and because of a competitive internal culture at one of the few major companies responsible for building these vital machines.

#fuck capitalism #anti capitalist #anti capitalism #boeing #us news

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danielfuckingricciardo · 2 years ago

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A Family Christmas - Max Verstappen x Reader

Pairing - Max Verstappen x Reader

Word Count - 2.8k

Content Warning - None, just fluff

Synopsis - You invite your boyfriend Max to spend Christmas with your family for the first time, and hope that they don’t scare him away.

Author’s Note - First of the Christmas fics, so here’s some wholesome Max fluff for you! I had this one queued and ready to go so I didn’t accidentally forget to post this and then mess up my plans for Christmas fics for a second time!! Enjoy!

Christmas Eve, 3pm - Monaco

“Stop stressing, my love, they’re gonna love you!” You say, placing a reassuring hand on your boyfriend’s shoulder and rubbing it gently.

“You really think so?” Max says, turning to face you, a nervous smile playing on his lips.

“Of course I do. I love you, so they will. I’m more worried about them, they’re not exactly conventional.” You say, chuckling slightly.

You plant a quick kiss to his lips before returning to your suitcase which is laid out on the bed, clearly overfilled and destined never to zip. You sigh before closing the lid and mounting the suitcase to try and force it to close, beginning to battle with the zip.

“I wouldn’t say my family is exactly conventional, (y/n).” Max says, laughing as he watches you straddle the suitcase, an exhausted sigh escaping your lips as you finally give up and roll off the case and onto the bed.

You pat the unoccupied space on the bed beside you, and Max throws himself down onto the sheets, grabbing your hand and giving it a quick squeeze the way he always did.

“I suppose, but my family are a lot. They’re lovely, don’t get me wrong, but they’re highly unpredictable and very different to the type of people you see around here, besides, I’ve never..” You say, trailing off before your final words.

“You’ve never what?” Max asks, rolling over to face you.

You mirror his action, now facing one another, your faces practically touching as most of the bed was still occupied by your half-zipped suitcase.

“I’ve never brought a guy home for Christmas before, never mind a Formula One world champion! Previous relationships either never made it to Christmas or were too new for me to be like ‘oh, come meet my crazy family!’” You say with a sigh, and Max chuckles slightly.

“I feel privileged to be the first.” He says, and you smile.

“You won’t feel privileged when you meet them, you’ll probably be wishing that you went along with my initial plans to sack off Christmas entirely and spend two weeks in Bali.” You chuckle, and Max shakes his head.

“Now you’re the one who needs to stop stressing. If they’re anything like you, then I just know that they’re going to be lovely. Now we need to get that suitcase closed if we have any chance of making the flight.” Max says, pressing a small kiss to your lips before standing from the bed and staring intently at the suitcase.

He unzips the suitcase you had struggled so much to close, and begins digging through it, pulling out two pairs of almost identical black heels.

“Do you really need both pairs?” Max says, and you roll your eyes.

“I like the luxury of having choice. Not that you’d understand that, Mr. ‘I-only-own-one-suit’.” You say, smirking as you try and hold back your laughter.

“Hey! At least I managed to zip my case!” He says, closing your case and pressing down firmly on the lid as the zip slides around with ease.

“My shoes!” You exclaim, sitting up from the bed to see both pairs lying beside the zipped suitcase.

“There’s space in mine, if you’re so determined to bring both pairs I think I can squeeze them in.”

“Oh, I do love you, Max Verstappen.” You say, grabbing the shoes and thrusting them into his arms.

“I love you too. Now you’d better get your things together if we’re going to make the flight.” He says, and you jump off of the bed, press a quick kiss to his cheek, and disappear out of the room to make your final checks before leaving the apartment for the remainder of the festive season.

Christmas Day - 12pm - Your Home Town

Your car pulls into your grandparents’ driveway, and as Max reaches for the door handle, you reach out to top him.

“Okay, so, quick briefing before we go in. Mum has warned everyone to be on their best behaviour today, so they should be pretty normal by their standards. My uncle is very sarcastic, sometimes you can’t actually tell if he’s joking or not, but he is, I promise. My grandad will probably keep trying to feed you like he’s fattening you up for next year’s Christmas dinner, just decline, but he probably will ask you if you’re hungry every fifteen minutes. Also if he says anything offensive, just ignore him. Political correctness isn’t a term in his vocabulary, so don’t engage him in politics at all. If in doubt, talk about your job, they’ll love that. And just…” You say, trailing off when you realise you don’t exactly know what you want to say. You feel tears welling up in your eyes as you try and somehow come up with the words you needed to say.

“Just what? Please don’t cry.” Max says, taking your hand and giving it that familiar reassuring squeeze.

“They don’t have a lot, we never did. Sure, we’ve always been able to get by, but it’s been tough over the years. I’m not embarrassed or ashamed of it, if anything I’m proud of what I’ve achieved, and what I’ve been able to do for them because of it. But you just need to know that they’re not going to be like the people you grew up with, and I want you to be prepared for that.” You say, blinking away your tears.

“(Y/n), my love, if anything, that only makes me want to meet them more. You know my family, what they’re like. I always wanted to be able to have this, a normal family Christmas. Money isn’t what makes a Christmas good, it’s the people you spend it with. And I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be today than with you and your family, right here.” Max says, his hand finding the side of your face to wipe away a stray tear with his thumb.

“I love you so much, you know that?” You say, smiling as another tear runs down your cheek.

“I love you too.” Max says, pressing his forehead to yours and joining your lips in a quick kiss, “Now, we’d better go in, we don’t want to be late for dinner, do we?”

“No, I’m starving, and I’ve been craving my grandmother’s roast potatoes since last year.” You say, chuckling slightly as you wipe away the last remnants of a tear from your eye.

You take a deep breath before pushing the door handle, and are immediately greeted by the familiar sounds of voices and laughter, with some Christmas song you couldn’t quite identify playing in the background. The door swings open, and your mother immediately rushes towards you, her arms open to embrace you in a tight hug.

“I’ve missed you so much, sweetie, oh, Merry Christmas!” She says, wrapping her arms around you, careful not to spill the glass of Prosecco she held in one hand as she does so.

“I’ve missed you too, so much. Merry Christmas mum!” You respond, squeezing her tightly.

As you pull away, you realise everyone else has entered the kitchen where you stood, their eyes darting between you and Max, who was standing awkwardly behind you with his arms filled with bags of presents.

“Everyone, this is Max. Now, be nice, after all, he has your presents.” You say, chuckling slightly to ease the tension.

“Set those down on the table, dear, now, would you like a drink?” Your grandmother says, gesturing towards Max with a bottle of Prosecco.

“Oh, that would be great, thanks!” Max responds as he carefully sets down the presents on the table beside the neatly stacked pile already there.

“Can I have one too? I’m far too sober considering it’s already after twelve.” You laugh, setting your backpack down on the floor and kicking off your shoes. Max follows your lead and does the same, sliding his shoes carefully beside yours.

“Of course dear, might have to open another bottle soon. Your mum and auntie have been drinking me dry since breakfast.” Your grandmother laughs, passing you and Max a slender glass each with a smile.

“I’m glad you’re here, walking past that great pile of presents was agony, your dad had to keep stopping me from sneaking one from the top of the pile and sneaking off to the bathroom to unwrap it!” Your mum says, and you wander over to the present table, rubbing your hands together excitedly as you scan the pile.

“They do look tempting, I don’t blame you. We should go sit down and open them all!” You exclaim, and your dad pops his head around the kitchen door with a half-empty pint glass in his hand.

“Did someone say presents?” He says, and you grin, running over to him and wrapping your arms around him.

“Merry Christmas, dad!” You exclaim.

“Merry Christmas, love.” He says, “Now lets get these presents opened. You know, I caught your mother trying to sneak one up to the bathroom when she thought we weren’t looking?”

“Hey, stop trying to expose my present addiction! Max, love, would you help me carry some of these into the lounge?” Your mother says, placing her glass down to fill her arms with presents.

“Of course I will.” Max says, setting his own glass down and grabbing the bags you and he had brought with you.

You follow behind him, your own arms filled with presents, and he turns quickly to see you behind him and gives you a small smile. So far, so good, you think to yourself.

1pm

“Oh, I love it, (y/n), it’s beautiful! Thank you so much!” Your mother says as she passes the necklace you’d bought her to your father, who fastens the clasp around her neck.

“Actually, I can’t take credit for this one. Max picked it out when we were in Abu Dhabi.” You say, turning to your boyfriend who offers your mother a shy smile.

“A good sign for your future engagement ring.” Your uncle pipes up from the corner of the room, and you shoot him a steely glance as your auntie jabs him in the ribs with her elbow, nodding her head at you and Max with a smile.

“Okay, your turn Max dear. This one has your name on it!” Your mum says to break the silence, picking up a flat, rectangular object wrapped in shiny blue paper, adorned with a matching blue bow.

“For me? Really?” Max stutters out, standing to take the present graciously from your mother’s hands.

He unwraps the gift carefully, unfolding the ribbon and peeling away the tape to slowly slide the object out of its wrapping.

He notices the familiar backing of a photo frame and flips it over, and his eyes go wide as he looks at the image, his hand immediately moving to caress the image gently. You look up at him from your seated position on the floor and give him a reassuring pat him on the knee. He looks at you, and you notice his eyes are glassy, with tears forming in his waterlines, threatening to set themselves free.

“It’s not much, I know, but I hope you like it.” Your mum says, and Max looks up at her, smiling brightly at her.

“It’s beautiful, thank you.” He says, struggling to hold back his tears, and she smiles warmly in return.

“Show me!” You say, and Max lifts the photo frame to reveal an image of the two of you following the race in Japan, your arms wrapped around his neck and his around your waist as he kisses you sweetly.

“Oh, mum, that’s so lovely.” You say, standing to wrap your arms around Max’s shoulders and press a quick kiss to his cheek. He sniffs the tears away, and looks at you with a smile, before returning the favour, kissing you on the apple of your cheek.

2pm

“They’re really comfy, actually, how did you know my size?” Max asks your grandmother across the dinner table.

“Google, dear, you can find out anything you want on there.” She replies, and you chuckle.

“It’s a rite of passage to receive at least one terrible pair of slippers for Christmas. And I like that we match now!” You say, shuffling your feet below the table in your new Elmo slippers which matched Max’s own garishly blue Cookie Monster slippers he was wearing beside you.

“I wasn’t exactly sure what to buy you dear, (y/n) has been hiding you away from us since last year and my daughter-in-law wasn’t exactly much help.” Your grandmother says, earning a scowl from your mother and a smile from Max.

“Well I think you all bought me wonderful gifts. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting you to have bought anything for me, it was a pleasant surprise.” Max says as he pops a roast potato in his mouth.

“Why wouldn’t we buy you anything? Dear, you’re part of the family now.” Your grandmother says, and you nudge Max’s shoulder with your own, a big smile on your face.

“It’s like Hotel California, you can check out any time you like, but you can never leave. Trust me.” Your uncle says across the table, and you shake your head while laughing.

“Don’t worry sir, I don’t plan on leaving any time soon.” Max says, looking over at you. His free hand finds your own and he gives it a small squeeze.

6pm

The evening rolls around, and you find yourself cuddled up with Max on the sofa, a box of chocolates resting in your lap, and The Sound of Music playing on the TV.

Max reaches to grab a chocolate, and you turn to him, a scandalised look on your face as you realise it was one of your favourites.

“Stop eating all the best ones!” You exclaim, and Max chuckles.

“Okay, here, you can have it.” Max says, holding the chocolate to your lips. But as you go to bite it, he pulls it away and places it in his own mouth.

“You dick!” You exclaim, slapping him on the arm as he laughs through a mouthful of chocolate. “Right, that’s it, no more chocolates for you!”

“Not fair, they’re my favourites too. But here, you can have the other one.” He says, grabbing the only other identical chocolate in the box and holding it to your lips. You bite it in half, allowing the filling to ooze out of the centre and onto Max’s fingers.

“You can have the other half, because I’m not a chocolate hog like you!” You say, and Max eats the other half, sucking the dripped filling off of his fingers as he does so.

“That was really hot, you know.” You whisper in Max’s ear, and his cheeks flush a shade of red so bright you can see them even in the darkened room.

“Your family are literally in the other room, (y/n)!” Max whisper yells, turning towards the door of the room to make sure no one could hear him.

“Eh, they’re busy playing some card game.” You respond, grabbing another chocolate from the box and holding it between your teeth.

You turn to Max and bring your face closer to his, encouraging him to take a bite from the chocolate in your mouth. He bites it, tossing the confectionary back into his mouth before capturing your lips in a sweet kiss.

As you pull away for air, and to chew the chocolate in your mouth before you choke, you whisper a quiet ‘Merry Christmas Maxy.’ And he wraps his arm tightly around your shoulders.

“Merry Christmas, (y/n), today was wonderful. Your family are wonderfully weird, just like you. I couldn’t think of any other way I would have wanted to spend today.” He says, and you smile a wicked smile.

“Oh, I definitely could think of one way, involving lots of chocolate sauce, but we can always do that on New Year’s Eve.” You say, winking at Max before settling down in his arms to watch the rest of the movie, content in the knowledge that the family Christmas had been a success, and New Year’s Eve was going to be very exciting indeed.

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