#russell wanting them to hold hands as they ran

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I started watching DW Confidential and dear lord this man is precious, he went around the table and shook the hands of all the child actors  😍 😍 😍

I was also very taken by everything Billie and Chris said about Rose compared to the criticisms her character usually receives.

They showed little clips of Classic Who as well and I can definitely see why Tom Baker is a fan favorite, although Sylvester McCoy was so animated in the interview sections of the clip that I couldn’t help but want to see his Doctor-- and what a gorgeous accent btw I’d never heard him speak before!

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the call pt 2 || platonic grid & gr63

summary: y/n finishes out the triple header strong after being called up to race for alpine

pairing: platonic!grid x george russell x rookie!driver!reader

fc & warnings: none and minor hate comments, bad language, and bad grammar from my end

a/n: i've never had this many people request a part 2 before so i hope y'all enjoy!! I'm going to keep her racing in the remainder of the season so keep an eye out for the rest.

part 1

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alpinef1team: a point in the bag for pierre and another good drive for y/n 💼

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user2: solid result for the team!!! y/n ate in her second race ever

user99: a team of losers tbh

ynuser: yay for points! let’s go pierregasly

pierregasly: we go again in brazil! points for both of us there 😉

ynuser: everyone better make sure to bet on us 🙂‍↔️

yourbff: let’s go best friend(s)!!!!

ynuser: 🫶🏻

georgerussell63: great stuff ynuser

ynuser: thanks georgie

user1: notice how he is always supporting her…. is there something here?

user2: they’ve been friends since their karting days!! if you asked me back when they were in f2 if they were tg i would’ve said yes bc they were kinda sus but now idk

user1: gonna go research the lore on their f2 days

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you let out a huff as you threw your padel racket on the ground and wiped the sweat from your brow, “god dammit lance! how are you so good at this!?”

laughing lance shrugged, “maybe you and george are just really bad!”

george shook his head, “no mate that can’t be it!”

you took a long drink of your water as the pair continued to bicker. “did you both see the weather for the weekend?” you asked changing the subject so they’d stop.

“yeah, lots of rain it seems.” lance put his racket into his bag and looked up at you with concern. “have you raced in the rain before?”

you shook your head, “no not really. i mean when i was karting yes but outside of that not really.”

“blimey y/n/n,” george ran a hand through his hair. “you’ve been going over those scenarios with your team right? there’s a chance of some really heavy rain.”

“i have, i have. i’ll be ok!” you assured them both with a smile but your friends looked anything but reassured.

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user2: jesus christ you’re so hot

user4: im obsessed with you holy f

georgerussell63: green is a good color on you. tho i think mercedes blue is better

ynuser: you mean alpine blue and pink

georgerussell63: nah i’d like to see you in my colors

ynuser: oh?

georgerussell63: you heard me

francocolapinto: 👀

ynuser: and you’re coming to play with us next time yea?

francocolapinto: si bonita

yourbff: H O T

ynuser: thanks bb

ynuser: also i think george might be flirting in my dms rn?

yourbff: WHAT?!

ynuser: he said he wants to see me in his mercedes kit

yourbff: oh that’s 🤭

landonorris: you look tall here

ynuser: thanks shortie 🩷

landonorris: uncalled for

user5: thanking your parents for doing it tbh

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holding in a yawn you turned to walk back to your garage after the brazilian national anthem. the 5am wake up for this ‘super sunday’ as they were calling it was catching up with you despite the butterflies swarming in your stomach. you had had the qualifying session of your life, which despite the cool confidence you played it off with in your interviews after, shocked you just as much as it shocked everyone else. you qualified in 4th. yes, you read that right, p4. something about the car came alive in the rain and you prayed it came alive again during the race but the rain was starting to pick up and it seemed like it was only going to get worse. you’d already seen several red flags in quali and would be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t terrified that that was about to become you in the race.... especially with the threat of the entire field behind you, including max verstappen, wanting to push forward and push forward fast regardless of the consequences.

“y/n!” a hushed voice caught your attention. george had caught up to you and had a serious look on his face. “please be careful out there,” he pleaded.

“you too george,” you squeezed his arm lightly. “i’ll see you on the podium, yeah?"

"yeah," george winked as you turned to head into the alpine garage.

your engineer, james, handed you your helmet as he went over a few more pieces of data. he was stressing over the litany of different plans the team had put together in the very short window between quali and now. the heavy rain and your heroic lap times caused just about everything your team had prepped to be turned upside down.

“right, right i’ve got it james. plan a seems the most logical if i can keep everyone behind me.” you said as you pulled your helmet onto your head and fastened the strap.

things were about to get interesting.

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f1: the race is stopped under the red flag for a crash….. and y/n y/l/n is our new race leader! after running a surprisingly strong p4 for the first half of the race, she took the lead when those in front pitted for new tyres. y/n is the only woman in history to lead a lap in a grand prix

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user1: not them calling her performance surprising 🥴

user2: I KNOW THATS RIGHT!

user12: only gonna last a second. she can’t even compete with the likes of verstappen

alpinef1team: @ everyone behind, y/n.. can we pretty please keep it this way?

yourbff: real tears are being shed rn this is monumental

user9: god is this amazing

mercedesamgf1: we love to see this historical moment! even if we’re coming to take it back 😉

user11: literally the most amazing thing i’ve seen all day

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you ripped another tear off from your helmet wishing it would make it easier to see but to your dismay, you still couldn’t see a damn thing. the rain was coming down in buckets, your inters were worn, you were fighting the car even in the straight lines to keep it on the track and worst of all, you were scared shitless. you had no moment to even be happy about your current position in p1 because you were too busy trying not to send your car into the barrier.

“max is 2 seconds behind you and gaining very quickly. gasly is 1.2 seconds behind max and leclerc is 0.9 behind pierre.” james updated you on the radio which sent you into a fit of rage.

“james for fucks sake i don’t care!!! stop giving me timing updates!! i can’t see the road so i can’t do anything about it!!!” you almost screamed. "i can't even pass half throttle!"

“rain is expected to lighten in about 10 laps,” james reported ignoring your outburst.

“10 LAPS?! how am i supposed to survive 10 laps?!?!?” as you yelled you felt the rear of your car start to slide causing you to need to quickly snap it back into place. “there is so much standing water james - i can’t keep doing this. the front straight is like a swimming pool!”

“yes you can, y/n. lock in and calm down. you only have a couple of laps left in this class of rain.”

“lock in? calm down!? and what if i crash this damn car first?!” turning off your radio you tried to take a few deep breaths while focusing on the road in front of you. you couldn’t panic - that would only make matters worse. you had to stay calm. you knew your car, you knew to deviate off the racing line to avoid the slippery curbs in specific turns, and you knew that you had to make it through whether you wanted to or not. panicking was not going to help anyone but there was little way to explain just how scary it was on track at this current moment.

another snap of significant oversteer left you breathless and near tears. “james im so serious - i need wets and even then i don’t think they’re going to be enough. there's standing water on every part of this track. i can't race like this on these tyres. please talk to fia. please we need a red flag.”

“pitting doesn’t make sense right now, you’ll come out in traffic and your race will be over.”

“i care more about making it out of this race alive than coming out in traffic.”

“understood.”

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“they couldn’t have taken any longer with that red flag could they?” you snapped as you pulled your race suit down to your hips.

“no they really couldn’t have! it was getting ridiculous out there.” pierre grabbed his water bottle, "driving couldn't have been more dangerous."

“alright you two! thats enough!" your team principal interrupted, looking very serious. "we have a real chance of keeping this double podium finish especially because george and lando pitted before this red flag and lost a lot of time," he explained. "y/n, you’re going to have to push, there’s not much chance you’ll be able to keep max behind you but we’ve got to be fast enough to keep george, charles and lando behind pierre.”

right... keep 3 of the fastest drivers on the grid behind you both.. you were going to need a real stroke of luck.

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alpinef1team: THEY DID IT!!! Y/N AND PIERRE CROSS THE LINE AS P2 AND P3! HISTORY MADE

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"thats p2 y/n - great job! the entire team and i are so fcking proud of you."

"AHHH YES YESSSSSSS!!!!" you screamed into the radio, banging your hands against the steering wheel, "WE DID IT!! WE DID IT JAMES!!" the emotions hit you like a brick wall, and tears quickly began falling. "thank you all so much. thank you for this opportunity. thank you to the mechanics, to everyone back at the factory, to every single one of you. thank you for believing in me when no one else did."

"you're welcome, y/n. you deserve it. you deserve it all kid."

pierre rolled up next to you to drive the remainder of the cool down lap by your side. he waved excitedly and you waved back without hesitation - you both had achieved what felt like the impossible.

you were the first woman to ever stand up on the podium and you were the first woman to score points in formula 1, but you knew you certainly weren't going to be the last. if you would do anything with your remaining races, it would be to show the world just how much women belong in this sport.

you pulled into parc ferme and shut off your car as quickly as you could. you fumbled with your straps and when you finally got them off, pierre was standing above you with his hand held out. you smiled, grabbing his hand and allowing him to pull you out of the car. "we did it, p -" you said just loud enough for him to hear over the cheering.

"we did it, y/n/n." pierre replied and with that, you both turned and ran hand in hand to your team who was waiting with open arms to greet their heroes.

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ynuser: we did it 🩷 thank you to alpine for believing in me, thank you to pierre for being the best teammate a girl could ask for, thank you to my friends and family for supporting me through the ups and the downs and thank you to my fans -- i love you all so much

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user1: i've never shed so many tears over a race before

yourbff: i feel like a proud parent rn

ynuser: thanks for never giving up on me bestie

georgerussell63: you're a force to be reckoned with y/n. congratulations on an impressive drive! today is your day 🤍

ynuser: mark your calendars! 11/3 is national y/n day

landonorris: speechless... i am so proud of you. if someone had to be up there besides me, i'm so glad it was you 😉

ynuser: thank you lanny. only thing that would have made it better is if you were with me up there 🩷

user10: tea LOL

francisca.cgomes: i dont think i've ever been happier?? my two favorite people are on that podium?

ynuser: stop dont make me cry agAIN

pierregasly: thankful for you mon ami

ynuser: 🤍🩷

lewishamilton: being a barrier breaker is never easy y/n but you are crushing it. i am proud to race with you!

ynuser: you have no idea how much this means to me lewis

user9: thank you from the bottom of my heart for continuing to prove everyone wrong

user95: nothing could have prepared me for 1) them running hand and hand to their team, 2) y/n crying tears of joy on the podium and 3) gr63 picking y/n up and twirling her around in parc ferme

user2: george and y/n were so cute it was actually sickening. did you see the way he fixed her hair after putting her down

user95: and how he wiped away her tears??? yeah i saw it 🥹

user2: i want them together so bad

user10: you are going down in the history books

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a/n: thank you for reading!!! likes, feedback and reblogs are welcome!! massively appreciate all of the support on this little series. i am really enjoying it too

tag list from part 1: @yawn-zi @a-beaverhausen @nichmeddar @divagreymare @raizelchrysanderoctavius @ferakillia @stressed-cherry @sassyangel16 @mxdi0 @awritingtree @danielricciardoslut3 @dying-inside-but-its-classy @seasonswinter @rawr-123s-stuff @grussellsprout @belncaldern @ellelabelle @rafeyybabyy

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Every Second Counts - Part 4

Pairing: Russell Shaw x F. Reader

Summary: One date with your best friend’s brother leaves you wanting more, even though his questionable job and vagabond lifestyle make you want to guard your heart. When your brother falls into trouble, however, Russell is the one you trust to help you find him. 

AN: No cliffhangers this time, I promise. 😘

Word Count: 4K

Tags/Warnings: Perilous situations, blood and violence, some more protective Russell, angst, hurt/comfort, and fluff.~

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Part 4: “Mountain Man”

You were running for your life. 

Blood dripped down into your line of vision, but you swept it away from your face with a haphazard hand, along with your tears as you nearly stumbled on the path. 

A gunshot rang in your ears and hit a tree instead of your head.

Shit! You screamed and ducked, but you kept running…

After you tumbled down the hill, it was a small mercy that you didn’t break any bones when you eventually landed at the bottom. You’d stared up at the sky, winded, your back aching. Until you noticed Rick, one of Eddie’s men. He was sliding down the hill after you. 

You didn’t know what happened to your brother after he attempted to push you out of harm’s way. That thought alone gripped your heart like a vice, but you knew you couldn’t stay here on the ground either. 

You forced your body to move, whimpering at the pain and stiffness. Shakily you pushed onto your feet and slipped on dead leaves as you went. You moved your legs faster, until you were able to take off running deeper into the forest.

You gasped when your foot caught on a large rock. It sent you crashing into the ground. With your hands still bound, it made pushing yourself back up that much more difficult.

You spat out a couple of leaves. Fuck…

When Rick caught up to you, fear made you jolt into action. You wrapped your gathered hands around the rock that felled you and tossed it at him with all the strength you had. He blocked the projectile with the same hand that held his gun, like an idiot. You really couldn’t be blamed when the gun went off in his face.

He screamed, and so did you on reflex. Though his cheek and brow had been grazed by the bullet, he was lucky he still had both eyes. He blinked a bit of blood out of his left one. You scrambled back onto your feet and meant to keep running, but Rick still managed to surge forward and get a hold of your hair. 

Uttering a short scream, you grabbed his shirt and kneed him as hard as you could between the legs. You hoped you crushed his dick and balls.

“Oh, f—” He went down to the ground, sinking onto his knees as he dropped his gun. He glared up at you. “You little bitch!” 

You were panting for breath, but you didn’t wait for him to recover and grab his weapon again. 

You ran. 

You ran, even though you had no idea where you were going. You just knew that you couldn’t stay in one place. But if you couldn’t find your way around a college campus, how the hell were you supposed to navigate the damn Medicine Bow National Forest?

Along with your desperation and fear, tears kept filling your eyes whenever you thought of Charlie. 

Please, please, please…

“Goddamn, they could be anywhere,” Russell groused, as he and Colter hiked through the forest. He was, admittedly, breathing a bit harder from the trek uphill. “It’s been hours already.”

“It’s barely been an hour,” Colter reminded him. And he didn’t look winded in the least.

Bastard. Russell glanced at him, but then he focused on the horizon. The sun was finally starting to come up, which was good for them. They could see the trails more clearly.

“Remember when Dad used to make us free-climb the cliffs in Sierra?” Russell asked.

“Yeah,” Colter said. “You used to beat me every time. Wonder what happened to that guy.”

His tone was teasing. Russell shot him a look, half annoyed, and half amused.

“Yeah, well, he turned 40,” Russell replied.

Colter smiled, but both of them paused when they heard a gunshot ring out, followed by two more.

“That was close,” he said.

“Yeah,” Russell agreed, drawing his own gun. Colter did the same, and they hurried up a roaming hill that had Russell briefly peering over the side. In his mind’s eye, he had to shutter away the memory of seeing a body flung over the side in the dark and the rain. Then him looking over the edge of that cliff and recognizing his father’s twisted body.

And Colter, shouting up at him with angry, tearful, accusing eyes.

A male groan broke Russell out of his thoughts as he and his brother came up on a grim scene. Two men laid dead, and another young man with dark hair was lying prone on the ground, clutching his wounded leg. He’d been shot, though a gun also was held tightly in his own hand. He aimed it at the newcomers.

“Charlie?” Colter asked. He recognized the other man from your family photos.

Charlie blinked up at him in surprise, but not without a grim set to his jaw.

“Who the hell are you?” he asked.

Russell let out a subtle breath. Colter was relieved as well.

“I’m Colter. This is my brother, Russell,” he said. “Your sister asked for our help to find you.”

Charlie’s eyes widened. All of them slowly lowered their weapons. Russell gestured at the bodies lying yards away from him.

“I’m guessing one of those guys is Eddie Mendez?” he said.

Charlie nodded, gesturing at the man closest to him with his gun. He groaned at the agony in his right thigh. Colter quickly went to his side and began to wrap a tourniquet around his leg to stem the bleeding.

“Did the bullet go through?” Colter asked.

“I think so,” Charlie replied.

“Where’s your sister?” Russell asked, his impatience evident in his stance and the way he held his gun while scanning his surroundings. His frown deepened when he didn’t see you.

“Oh, fuck!” Charlie said, and not at the pain of Colter wrapping his leg. His eyes were wide with panic. “Rick’s after her. I clipped him, but he slipped by me.”

“Where?” Russell asked. Charlie pointed down the side of the hill.

“Down there. Headed north I think, but I’m not sure,” he said quickly. “Help her, please!”

Russell didn’t need any encouragement. He started down the hill first. 

After making sure Charlie was stable for now, Colter followed after his brother a few minutes later. 

Russell called your name as he searched through the dense trees. Sunlight was beginning to filter through their leaves in dappled color on the trail. It gave him a better view ahead.

He stopped short when he saw a splatter of blood on the ground, painting the dirt and some dead leaves. A well of unease rose in his gut.

He headed toward the sound of running water, and he soon found another cliff. Just beyond it was a waterfall, and river below. Seeing no signs of life, he pulled back and continued to call your name, and all the while, pushing down his worry.

“Russell?!”

He turned sharply to see you coming out of your hiding place—a large fallen tree. A smile started to raise his lips, but no sooner had he taken one step in your direction, when he almost got a bullet in his head for his trouble. 

“Watch out!” you yelled. Rick came out into the clearing and aimed at you next. 

“Get down!” Russell shouted. 

Without blinking, he shot Rick three times: once in the shoulder, twice in the chest. 

The man went down. He was dead before he even met the ground. 

It was then that Colter finally caught up. Russell nodded at him, but his focus was on heading for the fallen tree after he stowed his gun.

The moment he took a step over it, you popped up with a yell, ready to smack him with a tree branch. He leaned back raised up his hands in defense. 

“Whoa, hey, it’s okay! It’s just me, slugger,” he said with a grin. 

You let out a sharp sigh of relief. The branch fell from your loose fingers. As you caught your breath, your mouth trembled, and your eyes filled with tears at the sight of him. 

Russell softened. He reached for you.

“Come ‘ere,” he said. Your hands slipped into his, and he helped you over the trunk of the tree. After using his handy pocketknife to cut through the zip ties binding your wrists together, you landed right into his waiting embrace. There, you spilled hot tears into his bulletproof vest. 

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ve gotcha,” he said. His voice was low and soothing. “You’re okay.”

You raised your head with a desperate question in your eyes.

“Charlie?” you asked.

“Charlie’s okay too,” Russell assured. His hand soothed over your tangled hair and down your back. He could feel you trembling as you rested against him and sobbed. He held you tight, safe, as he rocked you a little from side to side. His own relief was a weight off his chest. 

Colter stood by and watched with a secret smile. 

With his bare hands clawing into damp soil, Colter dug up the crate Charlie buried near the base of the waterfall. True to his word, it was filled with precious artifacts. 

“Just, please be careful,” you warned him again over his shoulder. “These are quite literally hundreds of years old.”

Before Colter could assure you, again, that he’d be careful, you actually set a hand on his shoulder and implored him to move back.

“Matter of fact, sorry, let me do this part,” you said. “I’m the only one who’s really trained to handle these. Plus, your hands are dirty.”

Colter raised a brow, but he obliged you. He glanced over at his brother. Russell just watched in amusement while you opened the crate. 

You wished you had gloves on for this, but you supposed it couldn’t be helped. You stopped just shy of touching them—a bow and arrow, three spears, and a couple of knives. Each were crafted with wood and bone, with designs carved and accented in faded red and blue.

“Wow,” you whispered. Your historian heart was singing right now. 

You made sure each artifact was intact and hadn’t sustained water damage, then you covered them back up with the lid to the crate. 

“Okay, now you can take it, thank you. This thing is heavy,” you said, with a pat on Colter’s shoulder. 

His lips played at a smile, but he accepted the responsibility of carrying the crate.

Russell rested a hand on the small of your back to subtly help you back up the hill. You couldn’t help walking closer with him, your arm brushing against his side. You glanced up at him with a smile. He matched you, then looked up ahead. 

Charlie was waiting for you all while leaning against a tree. He still looked like utter hell—cut up, bruised, bloody, and now shot in the leg. You went to his side and gently grabbed his arm. 

“God, Charlie. You sure you’re okay?” you asked. He curled an arm around your shoulders and flashed you a familiar grin. 

“Oh, yeah. I’m like a cockroach. Just keep coming back,” he said.

You had to agree with that, laughing through the spark of your tears. Russell came on his other side and shouldered most of your brother's weight off his bad leg. 

“Okay, here we go. One step at a time,” Russell said.

Slowly, painfully, Charlie managed to make it back to Colter’s truck with you and Russell supporting him. Colter brought up the rear with the artifacts in tow. 

And behind you all, the sun broke more fully across the dewy trees in a morning swathed with orange and gold.

After Colter drove you and Charlie to the hospital, he and Russell took off again soon after to do something with the three bodies hidden under a tarp in the bed of the pickup truck. The thought made you shudder, along with the fact that the Shaw brothers knew how to hide bodies.

But you supposed it was better than the alternative.

As it was, you, Colter, and Charlie had to lie to the hospital staff about how you both had earned your injuries—in a brutal mugging, where Colter was able to scare off the men that got the jump on you and Charlie.

"I never saw their faces," as he'd later told the police, while the nurses prepped him for surgery. "I just tried to protect my sister the best I could."

You backed him up on the story, even as the lie felt bitter on your tongue and made you nervous (especially when you thought of poor Dr. Feinman).

Despite that little break-in at the museum yesterday, you'd never been good at being a rule breaker. Fortunately, Colter's calmness when he gave his corroborating statement helped you. Like Russell, he was a solid, anchoring presence...if in a different way.

For the crate of relics, Colter advised Charlie to ship them back to the museum anonymously. It would be the easiest way to encourage the police to lose steam on looking for who took them in the first place. You and your brother begrudgingly agreed, even if you had a secret thought of sending the artifacts to the NMAI. Maybe you could convince Charlie to send them there instead, or to one of the local Native American tribes here in Wyoming.

Hours later, however, you were able to finally be with your brother when he came out of surgery. In that time, your own bruises and the cut above your brow had been tended to in the Emergency Department. Now, you sat by his bedside while he slept off the anesthesia. You stroked his scuffed hand on the bed.

He really was a mess, you thought, as a tear rolled down your cheek. But he was alive. That was what mattered now.

A quiet knock at the door had you looking up, and then smiling to see Russell.

“Hey,” you said quietly, and in surprise. “Everything…went well?”

Russell’s lips quirked. “Yeah, we’re all set.”

No one would be finding those bodies anytime soon. He had a buddy in Denver, Colorado who happened to be a cremator. It was only a couple hours over from Laramie. He and Colter had just gotten back from driving the bodies there.

Before Colter drove over to Dory's apartment next, both to check on her and to fill her in on everything, he'd dropped Russell off at your house so he could get his car. He hadn’t felt right about leaving you in the hospital by yourself, even if you did have your brother.

Not without saying goodbye, at least.

“You know, I need to ask his doctor a question about his post-op care,” you said, gesturing at Charlie. “Can you stay with him for a minute while I go find a nurse?”

“Sure,” Russell agreed. You smiled gratefully and touched his arm as you passed him.

When you were gone, it left a heavy silence in your wake. Russell looked over at Charlie’s sleeping form. Russell sighed and sunk down into the chair beside the bed. He rubbed his tired face with both hands.

Shit. Now that he thought about it, he could’ve just told Colter to bring Dory here. He pulled out his phone to call his sister, when a low groan caught his attention.

Aw geez. What kinda timing, Russell thought, as he realized Charlie was waking up. His eyes slowly slid open, brows furrowing at the bright lights above him, then at the man beside him.

“Hey, man,” Russell said. “You’re okay. You’re in the hospital.”

“Yeah, I figured,” Charlie said, with another groan as he tried to stretch his body. He found he couldn’t yet move his leg. As awareness blinked back into his eyes, he settled on Russell with resignation.

“Thank you,” he said. “What you did for me, for her…I sure as hell didn’t deserve it, but thank you for saving her.”

Russell shook his head. “No need. Just get better.”

“Yeah. The doc says in a few months, I’ll be able to learn how to walk again,” Charlie said.

Russell gave him a firmer look.

“No, I mean get better,” he said. “You know you nearly got your sister killed.”

Charlie’s gaze fell. His face tightened, but really, he couldn’t even be upset at the accusation. He knew it was true, and his guilt already threatened to consume him. He also knew he should be in jail for what he’d done, and what he’d facilitated for months. After what nearly happened in the past twenty-four hours, he wasn’t sure how you could ever forgive him.

“Look, I served too. I know what you’re going through, being back here,” Russell said. “It feels wrong and right, don’t it?”

After a beat, Charlie nodded. “What branch?”

“Special Ops. I hear you were a pilot, Captain.”

“Yeah, I was,” Charlie said, his eyes lowering. “Now…now I don’t know what I am.”

“You’re her brother,” Russell said. Both his tone and his gaze all but demanded that the other man look him in the eyes. “Not her father or her son, her brother. I know you’ve been struggling. But I think you already know what you need to do, and figure out who you’re gonna be today, tomorrow, and the next.”

Charlie took in those words, and tried not to chafe at them coming from a near stranger. He knew, deep down, that all of it was right.

You came in a moment later with two cups of coffee. You brightened with a gasp when you saw that Charlie was awake.

“Hey.” He found a smile for you. You gave Russell the coffee you’d brought for him, but you quickly set yours down on the rolling tray so you could sit beside your brother.

Russell stepped out to give you two some privacy. You thanked him again and watched him go. Then, you turned back to Charlie with a tearful smile.

“How’re you feeling?” you asked.

“Have I said how much I love morphine?” Charlie remarked.

You rolled your eyes and took his hand in yours. “Yeah, how can I forget your thing for hard drugs.”

That hit sharper than a mere joke. His eyes fell away from yours. You sighed and bit your lip.

“I’m sorry,” you said. Charlie shook his head and covered your hand with his.

“No, I’m sorry. For everything I’ve put you through. And I don’t just mean today,” he said. “I’m going to make it up to you.”

“All that matters is that you’re here, and you’re going to be fine,” you said. “I’ve already put together a list of what you’re going to need when we bring you home—”

Charlie stopped you with a squeeze of your hand.

“I’m not going home just yet,” he said.

“Well, no, not until they discharge you, but—”

Again, he gently cut you off. “You were right. I need treatment, and not just for this damn leg.”

He swept a hand through his hair and sighed.

“When they let me out of here, I’m going back to rehab,” he said. “After that, we’ll see.”

 Tears stung in your eyes…but you nodded in relief. You held both of his hands then.

“You’re not doing this alone,” you told him. “I’ll be with you, every step.”

 Charlie let out a self-deprecating chuckle. He felt he didn’t deserve that, but he smiled at you.

“I know. You’ll be nagging me in my head, even when you’re not there,” he said. You smirked and brushed his greasy hair away from his face.

“Damn straight,” you replied. “I’ve finally become Mom.”

Charlie shook his head in amusement, but he leveled you with a pointed finger.

“But for now, you need to go home and get some rest,” he said.

You reluctantly agreed with that too. After a full twenty-four hours without sleep, you realized that you were exhausted. You leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“I love you,” you said. “I’ll come back to see you tomorrow.”

“Good. Love you too,” said Charlie. His eyelids were starting to droop from the pain medication, but he forced himself to stay awake for a little while longer. He even helped you back onto your feet with a guiding hand on your back. “Wait, is someone staying with you tonight? I don’t want you to be alone.”

You grabbed up your purse. “Don’t worry. I think I’ve got that covered.”

Your brother quirked a suspicious smile at the look on your face. The one you tried to hide from him when you noticed his scrutiny.

“What, is it one of those guys who helped us?” he asked. “Is it the blonde one—Ken doll? Or the mountain man?”

Of course he knew their names, but he just wanted to mess with you. He could already see you getting flustered while you twisted the strap of your purse between your fingers and glanced at the door.

 “What? No! Just go to sleep. Take advantage of the morphine while you’ve got it,” you said. “Don’t worry. I’ll call Dory.”

Charlie leveled you with a look. “Mhmm.”

He pulled the blanket higher on his chest and watched you leave. When the door swung open, he saw Russell leaning against the wall, waiting for you. 

Charlie huffed. He should’ve known. 

Okay, mountain man.  

That was the last thought he had before he drifted off.

You left your brother’s room just about overwhelmed with a maelstrom of emotions. However, the moment you saw Russell waiting for you, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets, it all distilled into one simple thing. 

He met your gaze and started to smile. 

You smiled back, and you went to him. 

You reached up to frame his face with both hands, and you searched for something in his eyes. They were tinged with surprise, but he waited on you, wondering what you were about to do. 

When you thought you found what you were looking for, you raised up on your toes and pressed your lips to his.

His hands unconsciously found your waist and held you to him. He met your lips in kind, and even deepened the connection. Your fingers slipped into his hair, lightly dragging your nails against his scalp. He hummed in pleasure. 

When your lips eventually parted from his, it was still too soon, he thought. Russell stared down at you with a question in his eyes—one he couldn’t help voicing.

“What was that for?” he asked.

“Thank you,” you whispered. “Thank you for everything.”

Ah… Russell’s smile evened out and faded slightly. 

So that was just a gesture of gratitude. He hoped you didn’t decide to thank Colter that way. 

“You don’t need to thank me,” Russell said. “I’m glad Charlie’s all right.”

“No, I do need to. So thank you,” you said. Your hands drifted down his chest, plucking at the edge of his jacket. 

“I don’t really want to be alone today, to be honest,” you admitted. “Would you…want to…keep me company for a while? You could rest up at my place.”

Russell’s brows raised. His lips curved. 

“Well, sure. I could do that. Your couch seemed pretty comfortable,” he said. 

“You don’t have to stay on the couch,” you replied. 

And then, Russell finally read your meaning. He saw it in your eyes, staring up at him through your lashes.

Maybe that kiss was exactly what he thought it meant. His smile became more genuine.

“Well, okay,” he said eventually. He wrapped an arm around your waist. “Let’s get you home then.”

You leaned against his side and gave him a lazy salute. “Aye, aye, Captain.”

He shook his head. His smile deepened into a grin.  

“You’re a little delirious, aren’t you?” he asked.

“Probably need some water,” you said with a giggle. “And God, I’m starving.”

Russell laid a gentle kiss to the side of your head that wasn’t bruised.

“All right, we’ll take care of that too,” he said.

“You know what I’m craving?” you asked. He looked down at you questioningly, and again he found your smile.

“Sriracha fries,” you said.

Russell busted out laughing at that. He fist-pumped the air with his free hand. 

“Hell, yeah.” 

For that, and much more, he would count today as a win. 

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He took in your hesitant face, then the pretty dress you had on. The color matched your eyes. Soulful eyes.

He smiled when you let him see them again.

“Can you see the bruises? I think I covered them up well enough,” you said. You turned to look at yourself in the mirror again, touching your jaw carefully. 

Russell’s hand raised to find your cheek, earning your attention with wider eyes. His thumb swept across your skin as you started to blush.

“You’re beautiful,” he said with a smile. “Don’t you worry about that.”

Your face warmed further, despite your smile. 

“Yeah, the makeup helps,” you quipped. 

“I didn’t say anything about makeup,” he replied. Though he grinned and made a show of looking closer at your face. “Although, have your lashes always been that damn long?”

You laughed, but he didn’t let go of you.

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[mrs-saturday]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ My Number One Boy.

♥ my masterlist!

♥ pairing: sub!george russell x softdom!reader

♥ synopsis: George just needs looking after tonight.

♥ warnings: smut (duh), sub/dom relationship, george likes tits (a LOT), mommy kink, george is so so so whiny, handjobs, kinda in public (i luv driver room sex), comfort sex

♥ a/n: after Sunday, I needed comfort but I also can’t help but write sex so have this. Also is anyone interested in me starting a taglist? 

It had all fallen apart the second he came back from the steward’s room. Eyes puffy and cheeks red, lightly brushed by melancholy, George was stood at his driver’s room door, no trophy in hand. You knew exactly what had happened. Nothing pained you more than this; to see your sweet boy stripped of a win he’d fought so hard for, not of his own wrongdoing. His shoulders relaxed immediately, seeing you laying on the bed in his room, in shorts and his oversized Mercedes t-shirt.

You beckoned him over with a gentle flick of your wrist, and he came running towards you, barreling into you. After the initial shock of the taller man’s impact, you ran your fingers through his hair and pulled him tight, “Oh, sweet boy, let it out.” you crooned, and as if on cue, the man started bawling into your chest. The sobs wracked their way through his body into yours, and you ran your hand up and down his back, nails gently scratching his tanned skin.

“I-I’m a failure, Y/N-” he hiccuped softly, between broken cries, his hands holding onto your shirt like a small child who’d just fallen off their bike and ran to their mother, “I-I was so close a-and they took it away…” You shushed him gently, tilting his chin to look up at you. “George, my angel, none of this was your fault” A soft sigh escaped your lips, as you brushed his sweat-dampened curls back off of his forehead. “It was nothing to do with you, or your amazing drive today, and everything to do with a lousy team error! I swear to God, babe when I catch Toto, he best beli-” He cut you off with a soft giggle “You’re cute when you get all defensive of me” 

You smiled back, happy to see even the tiniest glimmer of positivity in the man wrapped around you. “Is there anything I can do to cheer you up, bubba?” you said, and the Brit’s cheeks went a rosy pink, as he looked up as you with shimmery blue eyes “T-take care of me please..” he whimpered, face nestling into your tits ever so slightly to hide his blush.

You knew what this meant, and were more than happy to oblige. You and George hadn’t long started this dynamic, but ever since you caught George searching for how to ask his partner to be more dominant in the bedroom, you’d had a chat and agreed to the dynamic with George. After a few tries, you had discovered George had quite the oral fixation, and a little bit of an affinity for calling you some variation of “mommy”. The man just liked to be looked after, mostly after a hard day, or a long and exhausting  trip , and who were you to say no to that little pout of his. He was still shy, however, and could never express his slip into subspace, so simply asked you to

 “T-take care of me please mommy, I need it…” his repeated question snaps you out of thinking of how this all began, and you lift his chin to meet your gaze. “Of course, my little prince, how could I say no to you?” He smiled, and giggled a little as he wiped his eyes, and allowed you to take his lips in a gentle kiss. He immediately melted under your touch, mouth slipping open to allow you to explore his mouth gently with your tongue. You slid your hands down his body to find a comfy spot at his hips to pull him closer, as his hands pawed at your shirt like a needy kitten. You pull away, shaking your head softly “Ah-ah, good boys ask and don’t paw at mommy for what they want” George whimpered, still pulling at your shirt “George, baby, good boys use their words, remember?” He nodded and looked up at you, hands unrelenting “P-please lemme play with them-” He almost salivated as you nodded and took the shirt off, revealing that you were braless. 

You sat up, patting your lap gently, and George lay his head down, humming gently as he reached to gently roll a nipple in his fingers. Sighing gently, you ran your fingers through his hair as he latched onto your breast. The sucking motion always caught you off guard for a second, but you had eased into it after the initial shock and allowed George to find his comfort in it. “Good boy” you purr, much to his delight, as you see his cock twitch in his sweats. You smirked and ran your hand down George’s slender frame, as he whimpered, sucking a little bit faster, only breaking his firm latch when you pulled his poor, aching dick from its confines.

“Oh? What’s this baby?” You smirked, as you slowly stroked upwards, eliciting a sharp but quiet moan “P-Please mommy, again”. Nodding, you repeated the motion, letting your sweet boy buck up into your hand to get more friction. You chuckle as you let him rut up into your hand, precum dribbling over your hand, clouding the sparkle of the engagement ring you’d received just a few weeks prior. 

He had resumed his latch, using the sucking motion to muffle the whines and begs escaping his lips, and you couldn't help but moan a little yourself, the pleasure of the suction, and the sweet cries of your baby boy materializing as a warm wetness in your panties.But tonight wasn’t about you, it was about the slender man thrashing his cock into your hand, and you took a little pity and began to jerk quickly, causing him to let go of your breast and let out a high pitched “Mommy- Mommy I’m so close please-”

“Use your words angel. What do you want?” You speed up the motion, knowing EXACTLY what your baby needed to feel better “P-Please let me c-cum I can’t hold it..” he begged, sounding like music to your ears. “Go on, prince, cum for me honey” you affirm, and cum he did.

Warm ropes of the Brit covered your hand further, accompanied by the symphony of his climax, and his eventual relaxation into your lap. His face was bright red, and a wide smile plastered across his face as he looked up at your “Thank you Y/N, I needed that” 

“Anytime, sweet boy, now, let’s get you cleaned up, my number one boy”

[dried-mushroom]

Can you do a younger sister of Neal X Lee Russel. Lee not caring being caught, always flirts with her and hits on her and Neal gets protective not knowing they’re secretly sleeping with each other. It would be funny to see how he would react at the end if he were to walk in on them.😂

Thanks, Pookie for another Lee Russell fic please keep it coming yall :)

Warnings: Neal Gamby & public sex

Goddamn it Gamby!

Lee Russell x female reader

You sometimes hated being the younger sister to one of the vice principals of North Jackson High School, Neal always got on other teacher's nerves, making your ability to befriend other teachers pretty much impossible, not to mention it resulted in attempting to keep your secret relationship with Neal's coworker and nonetheless rival, Lee Russell. Ever since your brother got you a job teaching English at the high school a year ago, you had been enamoured with Lee. He was such a sweetheart with you, not bothering to hide his attraction to you, not that you ever tell Neal that, he would be more likely to kill Lee then you.

It hadn't even been a month before he was whispering sweet nothings in your ear, not a care who was near, one instance it was your free final period on Friday and Lee had accidentally wandered into your classroom, leaning against the doorframe, a smirk pulling on his lips.

"Oh well hello miss l/n, I did not at all expect you to be here. Now why don't you bring your sweet little ass on over to me."

With that southern drawl of his, you couldn't resist and ran your way over to him, calloused hands sharply gripping your waist as you kissed him deeply, whilst he pulled you closer to him, feeling the rather large tent in his borderline ugly khakis. Your naive older brother who was coincidently walking past and caught the act, assumed you had no part in it, so he abruptly pulled Lee off of you.

"What the fuck Russell? Why the fuck are you trying to make out with MY SISTER? She does not want your weird ass."

You rolled your eyes at him, he seriously needed a reality check or a slap in the face, you can sleep with anyone you feel like and it is none of Neal's concern. Especially considering less than 4 hours prior, Lee had taken you from behind against a tree in the forest behind the school, and you loved every second of it. Lee gave him a pissy look and briskly walked out, not wanting to deal with Neal and presumably handle his frustration.

A week after this confrontation, nothing had changed, you and Lee kept the same routine, subtly flirting and groping with one another during school, he couldn't resist a hand on the small of your back or a thigh when in meetings or in the staffrooms. It was another Friday final period, and you had no classes to teach as it was your planning period and you were bored out of your mind. You fidgeted with your hands as you couldn't be bothered to write up lessons at the moment. Suddenly, you read a simple text that dinged from your phone;

"Baby, meet me in the woods in 10 ;)"

You eagerly typed away "Don't be late handsome."

You were so glad you had decided to wear a dress today, the hot summer sun being the excuse of course. You quickly ran off to the staffroom toilet to freshen up, brush your h/c hair and fix your makeup. Making sure you wouldn't get caught, you slipped out of the back of the school and rushed across the school oval, not wanting to miss one second.

You finally reached your meeting place, obscured by trees, with only an unused railroad nearby. You sat patiently on a log, waiting for Lee to show. Once you heard the crunch of dead leaves, you straightened yourself up and there he was, a grin on his face.

"Sorry baby for being a tad late, Smith was holding me up, now c'mere so I can make it to you."

You didn't waste a millisecond getting up and sauntering over to him. He roughly pushed you against the nearest tree, his lips crashed onto yours, whilst his hands were busy groping your chest through your dress. His touch sent shivers down your spine. You wrapped an arm around his neck, trying to taste more of him, whilst another went to the crotch of Lee's pants, rubbing over the painfully apparent erection hidden beneath. He moaned in your mouth but clearly, he had enough of the teasing and broke away, sitting against the log, he tapped his thigh.

"Before you make me cream my pants just by looking' at you. Come on over and ride me, cowgirl."

You could feel yourself getting wetter and your breath hitched as he started unbuckling his belt and pulled out his cock, flushed and precum beading at the tip, making your mouth water at the sight. You pulled your panties to the side and he guided you down onto his cock, his hands gripping your waist hard, you grabbed onto his broad shoulders as leverage to sink lower. Once he was fully inside you, he let out a hiss, relishing in the feeling of your tight pussy squeezing him. He moved one of his hands underneath your pretty dress to rub little circles on your clit as you started to bounce on his cock.

You loved seeing him like this, vulnerable, underneath you, his pleasure at your mercy, you got lost in pleasure as you continued riding Lee.

"Oh my fucking god, your pussy is perfect for me, squeezing me so fuckin' good. Fuck we gotta do this more baby, I ain't gonna las-"

"OH FUCK NO"

You both immediately tensed up as you recognised that voice. Lee mumbled under his breath; 'goddamn it Gamby always ruining my fun.'

"What the fuck Russell? Are you seriously fucking my sister? I saw you going to woods and I thought this was a meeting between you and me about y'know but no apparently."

Since Lee's back was to Neal, he didn't even bother turning around to look at him, annoyed at this easily preventable interruption.

"Well, Gamby what does it look like? and in what world would I just want you to creepily follow me into the woods, Jesus Christ."

You couldn't help but laugh against Lee's shoulder, hiding your embarrassed face in his neck.

"Oh hell no, you're not off the hook either y/n, get off of him and get your ass straight back to planning."

You could not believe the audacity this man has, considering he had Abbott blowing him in a supply closet not too long ago.

"Excuse me? I am a grown-ass adult and can sleep with whomever whenever wherever I want. You don't get to control me because you're my older brother. Now please leave so we can finish, or would you prefer we both come back inside so he can bend me over his desk?"

The stunned look on Neal's face made you feel proud. He just mumbled 'Whatever' and walked himself back to the school. You felt your ass being grabbed harshly and Lee roughly whispered in your ear,

"Now that's my girl, now how about we get back to what we started."

The end

I'm sorry this one is so short!

Thanks for reading, please keep sending in requests as I'm trying to answer 1-2 per day.

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Schatje and The Lion (Max Verstappen x Reader)

(Credits to GIF owner)

A/N: Hey people! This is the first of my 24-race winners x reader challange. We are starting with Max Verstappen, the winner of Bahrain GP! Hope you enjoy!! (English is not my first language, grammar mistakes are my own and I apologise for them!)

WC: 1000+

Warnings: Childhood friends to lovers, abusive boyfriend (not Max!!), injuries, blood (Let me know if I missed any!!)

Max absolutely hated your boyfriend. It was even beyond hate. If he had a chance he would rip his head off from his shoulders, put you in his wardrobe and never let anyone touch you ever again. You were so precious to him. You opened your eyes to the world together. All he knew was you growing up. 

When he won his first race in karting, you were there for him, cheering from the first row with Jos, holding your hand. He still remembers that day, hugging you so tight. He believed you were his lucky charm, so he begged his father to convince your parents to come to his every race. 

Years passed, many things changed in both of your lifes. The only thing that didn’t change was your friendship. It grew stronger each day, you were inseparable. You were his comfort zone. Whenever he felt overwhelmed from his world, he took refuge in you. He didn’t want to share you with anyone else but he knew better than that. You were a person too, you had your own life. 

When he felt for you, he made a plan to open up to you. He wanted to confess his feelings at his first championship celebration party but things didn’t go as he wished. You brought a guy to his party and introduced him as your boyfriend.

“I didn’t know you were seeing someone, schatje,” he said, eyeing up and down the man next to you. He was challenging him, claiming his place on you. He was unhappy, and he made it very clear to the man. “And I didn’t know, the famous Max Verstappen calls my girlfriend ‘schatje’,” he struck back. It was like a fight between alphas for their only omega. 

“Well, since she's been my best friend since the age of 1, I call her whatever I want,” he spitted. 

Things were heathen up so you interrupted them but made sure you gave Max a speech to be nice with him.

“He is trying to own you and it’s my fault?” he yelled. “This day was supposed to be about me and he ruined it!” 

He regretted his words right after they left his mouth but it was too late. Tears threatened your eyes, you struggled to find words. 

“It’s always about you, isn’t it?” he wanted to interrupt but you shut him up. “Save it, Max. You’ll call me when you want to apologize.” 

He called you the next day to make everything right. He even offered to buy dinner for you and your boyfriend as an apology. When he learned he was a Mercedes fan, he swallowed up his pride and talked with George Russell to get him a paddock pass. You were happy so he was happy too. At least that’s what he thought. 

Behind the closed doors, you were constantly abused. When you wanted to break up, he beat you. This became a routine. Every time you found courage to leave, he found a way to keep you in his place. So you covered up. Put on a nice smile for Max. You knew he would lose his mind if he learned. He was fighting for his second championship. He didn’t need a distraction. 

-

Cries of joy could be heard through the closed doors. He was the world champion once again and of course there will be a party. Max wanted to see you with him once again and he made sure you were coming. He booked a car for you, so you didn’t have to take Uber. Your boyfriend didn’t like it. He beat you until he made sure you couldn’t cover up with only makeup so you had to stay. 

“Wait here until I come back. I’ll bring food,” he said and left like nothing happened. It was now or never. You listened to his footsteps, took your purse and ran for your life. Luckily, the car that Max hired for you was still waiting after 25 minutes. 

“Miss Y/L/N are you sure you don’t want to go to hospital?” the driver kindly asked with concern in his voice. “Just please take me to Max,” you cried. You hated yourself for being so vulnerable. The driver did as you asked, drove you to his hotel. “Mr Verstappen hasn’t left yet, Miss. Room 2501, I’ll inform the reception,” he said. 

You thanked him and rushed to Max's room, like you are still being chased. You knocked the door violently. You heard his murmur silently wondering what was so important. He opened the door and froze. He couldn’t believe his eyes. The woman he loved for many years, standing on his door, tears on her eyes and covered up with bruises and blood.

“Y/N?” was all he managed to say. His heart broke when you broke down in tears, begging for his forgiveness that you ignored his judgment and still went for something you wanted. He took you in his arms, “Calm down schatje, it’s not your fault.” He was filled with rage, wanted to go to your hotel and beat the shit out of him like how he did to you. 

You hugged him so tight, asked him not to leave you. “I’m sorry, I ruined your day again,” you said can’t look at his face. He gently grabbed your chin and lifted your head, “I don’t want to hear this ever again, liefje, okay? Nothing is more important than you,” he wiped the tears from your cheeks. “Let’s clean you up, okay? Your injuries look bad, I don’t want them to get infected.”

During winter break, he absolutely did his best to heal your broken soul. You were finally feeling like before, ready for the world with him on your side and so was he. The season was here and it was already the last lap of the race. He passed the checkered flag, finishing first. You were in the garage, cheering for him with the rest of the team. He met you in the crowd, hugged you so tight. Before he left, he held your cheek and leaned in to kiss. It was a soft, gentle kiss, but it sent sparks flying through both of your bodies.

“I’ve waited for this for a long time,” he said grinning ear to ear. Everyone cheered for you when you both kissed again but this time with more passion. “Go get your cup, my lion.”

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[works-of-fanfiction]

“Give it a Year.” || George Russell x Reader

Summary: George wants to ask the reader an important question, but he has to wait for the right time.

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: None.

a/n: hey loves! so it’s been a good year since I last wrote something, but reading everyone’s f1 posts has got me experiencing some serious fomo. I apologise if this isn’t my best work! I’m new to the f1 side of tumblr, but I hope you like this :)

“We’ve only been together a month…” I reminded George, the champagne clearly going to his head, making nonsense spill out of his mouth. He shuffled his feet further up the wall as he adjusted his position, the two of us hanging upside-down on the sofa and giggling maniacally as we polished off our second bottle of the evening. I couldn’t tell if the dizziness was the effect of the champagne or the blood rushing to my head, as I ran my fingers through my hair, shaking it out and sighing deeply.

“Yes, but we’ve known each other for eight.” He protested, nudging my right foot with his left, making me slip down the sofa slightly. I shrieked, quickly reaching down behind my head to catch myself. George snorted with laughter as he slid his hand underneath my head to catch me, giving me a little push so I could regain my balance. I swung my legs to the left, giving me enough momentum to flip my body upright and sit normally. I looked down at George’s red face and his eyes were closed as he drunkenly hummed a tune to himself. I crossed my legs, reaching over to the side table to sip the remnants of my drink from the bottom of the flute.

“George, sit up. The veins in your forehead look like they’re about to pop.” I grabbed his arm, attempting to pull him up, but the alcohol in my system as well as his made his body feel three times heavier. He swung his body back and forth a couple of times, hoisting himself onto the sofa cushion and messily turning around until he landed beside me, his head lazily resting on my shoulder.

“So what do you say? Summer wedding?” He suggested, planting a kiss between my neck and shoulder, his lips rubbing against my t-shirt. I pushed his head off of me, catching him by his chest and holding him in front of me. He blinked slowly, his mouth upturned in an almost perfectly crescent-shaped smile like a cartoon. “Be my wife.”

“You’re drunk, George.”

“So are you!”

“Not drunk enough to get engaged.” I stood up and shakily took both glasses to the sink, rinsing them quickly and leaving them in the bathroom. The hotel room was stuffy and hot, the humid air coming through the window doing us no favours. With no hesitation, I slipped my shorts off and stumbled back to the sofa in just my underwear and t-shirt, fanning myself with my hands. “I bet you use that line on all the girls.”

“Which girls?” George sat up, mouth agape, feigning shock. “Not everyone is special enough to warrant a proposal!”

“What? And I am?”

“Absolutely.” He lunged forward and grabbed my hand, pressing a wet kiss to my palm then the tip of my forefinger. I smiled, his lips tickling my skin and the alcohol only making me more sensitive to his touch. “I’ll get you to say ‘yes’ one day.”

“Give it a year.”

“A year! That’s too long.”

“You are so impatient! Deep down, the George Russell I know would be disappointed if I said yes too easily. We both know you’d want to plan it out properly.” I pinched his cheek and he drew back, looking down and laughing.

“Yeah, you’re right. You’re totally right.” He admitted, his hands finding my knees to trace patterns on them. I flinched at first but settled into it, letting silence wash over our intoxicated selves.

“Shall we go to bed?” I asked quietly. George nodded and pressed his nose against my arm like a sleepy pet cat. “Let’s try and get some sleep. I’ll put the fan on.”

“Should I wear the white or the black?” I pondered, asking George for the second time as I stood in front of the mirror and switched between the two shirts on their hangers. “The black makes me look slimmer, but the white is better for this weather.”

George scoffed, and I caught a glimpse of him in the mirror behind me, shaking his head. “What’s so funny?” I asked, turning around and dropping both shirts down to my sides. “This is the penultimate race of the season! This is an important choice.”

“Do you know how ridiculous you sound? ‘The black makes me look slimmer.’” He mocked, adopting a higher voice which sounded nothing like me. “You know you look great in either, but white would be the better choice.”

“White it is.” I smiled, tucking the black one back into the closet and slipping the white shirt over my head. I looked back in the mirror and smoothed it out, tucking one side into my jeans to give it a little more shape. George appeared behind me, hands on my hips and chin resting on my head.

“You wear the Mercedes shirt better than me.” He kissed my hair as he gave my hips a gentle squeeze. “I have a good feeling about today.” His voice was barely above a whisper as he buried his face into the back of my hair, pulling me closer so my back was flush against his chest. Watching him in the mirror made me feel somewhat shy, so I closed my eyes and leaned against him, enjoying the last few minutes before we had to leave.

I tapped his hand twice, prompting him to stand back and let go. “We need to get going.” I said, throwing my bag over my shoulder before passing George his backpack. I quickly scanned the room to ensure we hadn’t forgotten anything, then followed him out of the door.

The routine was the same as always. We arrived at the track a good few hours before the race and George disappeared as usual. I mingled a little and spoke to those I recognised, before finding a table in hospitality and settling in. More friendly faces came and went as the time passed, and I was just happy to be out of the humidity and under some air-conditioning. I’ve always enjoyed our race day routine. I join George as much as I can and try to catch as many of his races as possible, and I’m just happy to be present and supporting him. It doesn’t matter to me how long everything takes. I like looking around each circuit and taking in the different layouts, watching the teams do press and catching up with everyone. I still feel like an excited kid with a VIP pass every time I walk through the gates.

Time seemed to fly, and before I knew it, I was stood by George wishing him luck for the last time before the race. “Starting in pole, I’m so proud of you.” I beamed, stretching up to press a kiss to his cheek. His lips were pressed into a tight smile, his eyes still flicking around nervously at everyone; the other drivers, mechanics, reporters. His suit hung on his hips as he clung onto his drink, fighting the urge to chew on the straw. “Don’t be nervous.”

“I’m not.” He snapped out of his little trance, his eyes finally meeting mine. I smiled, giving his arm a reassuring squeeze. “I’m good. I’m looking forward to it.”

“I’ll be here when you cross the finish line.”

“I know.” Someone drifted past him and took his drink away, swapping it out for his helmet. He tucked it under his arm and ducked down to kiss me, lightly pecking my lips followed by the corner of my mouth as he always does. “I love you. Thank you for being here.”

“Ditto. Now go.” I patted his chest and he flashed me one more smile before merging into the crowd. I went and found my seat and snapped a few pictures to commemorate the day. The wait for the race to start always feels like the longest minutes of my life. I think it’s probably down to a mixture of nerves and excitement. I love to see George race and do what he loves, but I can’t help being a little nervous for him every time. You couldn’t pay me enough money to get in one of those cars!

I still remember the first race I ever attended by George’s side. I pretty much latched onto him at the start of the day and didn’t let go until he was being pulled away to get into his car. I felt so out of place and didn’t know how to behave around everyone. He introduced me to so many people and all I could do was smile and nod at everything they were saying as if I understood every word. I was far too nervous to speak more than a couple sentences at a time, and I was dreading the moment I had to see him shoot off at such a dangerous speed. It’s a weird feeling seeing the one you love squeezing into that driver’s seat. Your heart swells with pride whilst your head spins at all the possibilities of what could happen on the track. I remember waving at him like a parent seeing off their child, scared to take my eyes off of him for one second. His family had joined us later that day and tried to whisk me away and calm me down. I had updates coming through my phone in case I missed any announcements on the track itself, and any whispers amongst the crowd pricked at my ears if I heard so much as the number 63 mentioned. I’ve gotten more used to it now and witnessed my fair share of hiccups and accidents in the races, but they don’t come without their tears and me eventually scolding George for making me worry.

The cars found their starting positions soon after the formation lap. I quickly slid my arms into the jacket George had given me, the sleeves stretching way past my hands so I rolled them up the best I could, making sure not to take my eyes off the track. Seconds later, the lights went out and all twenty drivers disappeared from view, the rumbling engines and screeching tyres growing further away. My eyes stayed fixed on the track, waiting for George’s car to pass by. The first lap always feels the longest, and I won’t lie and say I don’t sit with my fingers crossed waiting for those few seconds when he flies past me and into the distance once again.

By the last few laps, I was on the edge of my seat and praying for George to keep his position at the front. When the chequered flag waved above his car, I sprung out of my seat and squealed, hands coming from every direction to pat me on the shoulders and celebrate with me. I dashed out of my seat, squeezing past everyone on my row and practically diving down the stairs. The entire Mercedes team bolted out of the garage, hugging each other and jumping up and down excitedly at their 1-2 finish.

As soon as George emerged from his car, he threw his hands up in the air, evoking more screams and applause from the crowd. My hands started to feel sore from the constant clapping, but all I could focus on was George and the team relishing in their moment. It felt like forever until he finally reached where I was standing, hugging and shaking hands with several mechanics. He took his helmet off and passed it to the first pair of hands he could find, tugging his balaclava off and shaking his hair out. He scanned the crowd and found me standing at the back, waiting for him to come over. Smiling from ear-to-ear, he weaved through the mass of people and reached out to grab me. I leapt into his arms and he spun me around three times before putting me down and holding my face in his hands. “We did it, Y/N. We did it.” He spoke quietly so only I could hear, his thumbs lightly squeezing my cheeks as he pulled me in for a kiss. His face was sweaty but I didn’t care. I could hardly kiss him properly as I couldn’t alter the grin on my face.

“No, baby. You did it.” I buried my face in his chest and his arms naturally found their way around my neck, holding me close. I could hear his heart pounding in his chest, his body shaking with excitement. “I’m so proud of you.”

He shifted and held me in front of him, squatting to be at eye-level with me. “I’m a race winner… I’m a race winner!” He raised his voice as the reality sunk in. A sea of reporters appeared holding their cameras and microphones, eager to hear from the winner. He gave me a look as if to ask my permission and I nodded enthusiastically.

“This is your moment! Go!” I grabbed his shoulders and flipped him around, nudging him back into the crowd.

Seeing him on the podium was one of the most incredible moments of my life. Lewis and Carlos aimed their champagne at him, soaking him from head to toe. I took probably a hundred photos on my phone, zooming in on his screwed-up face as champagne dripped from his nose and hair. It took nearly an hour for him to finish up in the media pen and taking photos with the team. As soon as he found me again, he pulled me into his driver’s room and sat me down on the sofa. “George, what’s going on? Sit down!” I laughed as he paced the room, unable to calm himself or come to a stop.

“I can’t – not yet. Uh…” He sounded nervous, his fingers digging into his own hips as he dragged his feet along the carpet to his bag in the corner. I tried to see what he was doing but he blocked my view, rummaging around until he sprung back up, back straight and hands behind him.

“George, you’re being weird.”

“Sorry, I’m not trying to be… Gosh, why am I so nervous?”

“What’s wrong?” I asked, about to stand.

“No, no! You stay sat down. I promise I’m OK.”

“OK…” I furrowed my brows, watching him as he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He muttered something to himself that I didn’t quite catch, then dropped down to one knee in front of me. I gasped, my back hitting the sofa as he brought his hands around with a small box clutched in his right.

“I’ve been trying to think of the perfect moment to do this for a long time. Since I drunkenly asked you in that hotel room many months ago, it’s been on my mind constantly.” He started, wobbling a little on his knee before finding his balance. “I was going to do it outside earlier but I didn’t want the moment to be lost amongst everything else. I wanted this to just be for us.”

“George…”

“You said to ‘give it a year’. I know it hasn’t quite been that long yet, but I don’t know how much longer I can hold on. I hope you can forgive me.” I playfully slapped his shoulder, making him laugh and inch closer to me. He opened the box and moved it towards me, allowing me to inspect the beautiful diamond inside. My eyes pricked with tears, my cheeks beginning to feel warm and my palms clammy. “Only one thing could make me happier than winning my first race. I love you, Y/N. What do you say to becoming my wife?”

I tried to blink back my tears but it didn’t work. Frantically nodding and with tears streaming down my face, I reached forward and tackled him to the ground, repeating my answer over and over - yes. He grabbed my left arm and brought it over to his so he could slide the ring onto my finger. I sat back and gazed down at my hand in disbelief, the silver band catching the light as I slowly moved my wrist. “It’s beautiful, George. I love it.” I looked back at him and his watery eyes and he scooped me up into another hug, pulling me into his lap and holding me on the floor.

“This is the best day of my life.” He whispered in my ear.

We sat in silence, cherishing the moment and the calm together. We may not have been together a year yet, but I knew what my answer was going to be when he asked me all those months ago. The only reason I didn’t say yes back then was because I wanted to spend a little more time dating George and getting to know him. Little did I know, I can still do that as his wife. And I can’t wait…

[atlasscrumpit]

Ello, I just really love your yandere moonknight works (BECUSE I love to put myself through emotional turmoil for soem reason) and had a tinsey idea if your still up for taking requests for them.

I've stumbled upon a few yandere fics where the reader just kinda 'breaks' and becomes completely compliant and dosent argue back or anything. BUT the reader also kinda looses their personality and will to do anything besides obey the yandere and sleep. I was just wondering how you think the boys would deal with this situation and if you think theyd try to get reader back?

Numb

It was normal for your mind to switch off and go into auto, when everyday could end with you being hurt, you learnt to just be numb and do whatever they said.

But, Steven was the one that started to notice it more than the others.

He sat beside you on the couch and ran his hand through your hair, noticing nothing changed in your face.

"Hey, love. You've been so...different lately, is something wrong?" He asked still stroking your hair.

"What do you mean?" You whispered making him sigh.

"You're so...numb these days. I miss my Y/N." He whispered kissing the side of your head.

"Baby? Talk to me." He whispered as you slowly looked at him.

"It's okay, do you want dinner?" You replied, as if it was completely rehersed.

"No... No it's okay, we'll order in whatever you want. How does that sound?" He said, an unsure smile gracing his face.

"Why?" You whispered as if it was some kind of trick.

"Because you're our special girl, you deserve to have a treat." He said holding your face in his hand.

"Okay..."

--

Steven stood in the bathroom, staring into the mirror.

"What have we done, Marc? She's just a shell now, maybe we went too hard on her." Steven muttered as Marc looked back at him.

"Maybe for the first few months we were pretty hard on her... But, she needed to learn what was right and wrong." He replied making Steven sigh.

"I just want her back to how she was." He muttered sadly.

"What if we try a few things? Maybe we could get her a pet or something." He said as Steven nodded, he glanced out of the bathroom to see you sitting by the window just staring out.

He walked up to you and knelt beside the chair.

"What are you looking at, darling?" He asked softly.

"Nothing." You muttered in a monotone voice.

"Do you want to go out for a walk?" He asked as you slowly turned to look at him.

"I'm not allowed outside." You responded, blandly.

"But, just this one special time. I'll be there beside you." He said as you went back to staring out the window.

"No thank you." You muttered making him sigh.

"Stay here, okay? I just need to go out for a bit."

--

When Steven returned, he found you in the exact spot he had left you in.

He walked over to you again, holding something in his arms.

"Y/N, love. I got something for you." He said slowly placing a dog onto your lap, you looked down at the small jack russell that looked over the moon to see you.

You slowly reached up and started to pat him, eventually Steven saw a small smile on your face.

"What's his name?" You muttered, the dog licking your hand.

"His name is Mutt, original I know but he's a rescue dog. I was thinking he could be yours." Steven said as you looked at him in confusion.

"But... Why?" You asked, your smile fading.

"You've been so...numb lately. I just want to see the old Y/N." He said as the dog settled in your lap.

"I thought that's what you wanted... I stopped showing emotions because...you always got angry." You whispered, Steven could see tears begining to form in your eyes, knowing how much you had held in for the past few weeks.

"I know, and I'm sorry we got so angry. We went too hard on you, we just wanted you to do the right thing. But, we hurt you and we shouldn't have." Steven said as you began to cry, he reached up and wrapped his arms around you as you sobbed, your new dog licking your face to try and help.

"It's okay, baby. I've got you. It's okay." Steven whispered playing with your hair as you cried into his shoulder.

"We'll go easier on you from now on, okay?" He whispered as you nodded a little and continued to cry.

"It's alright, love."

[secret-cod-thoughts]

Saw your Russell Adler post. You got any more in your tank? 😶 Maybe him with a female reader after he gets back from deployment and it's been too long since- yeah you get it... (no pressure)

(I'm sorry it took so long... 🙃)

It has been 9 months since you had last seen Russell, since he had been away on deployment for way longer then usual.

It was a bright summer morning, only a few white clouds coloring the bright blue sky outside, as you worked out in the garden behind the ranch house you two own. The strawberries were coming along nicely and the bell peppers were growing like crazy... But, then a sound caught your attention....

The sound of the front door of the house being closed, soon a familiar voice calling out to you.

"Darlin'? Darlin', are you home?"

To say the least, you ran into the house and practically sprinted into the foyer, almost tackling Russell down to the ground from how hard you slammed into him, Russell barely staying on his feet, stumbling around before gripping you tightly in a hug.

"Damn baby, I forgot how hard of a tackle you got."

The kisses you exchanged were sweet and love filled, soon turning passionate and deep, his tongue invading your mouth as he picked you up and began carrying you up to your shared bedroom.

Your tongues swirled together as he laid you down against the bed, getting on top of you as both of your hands began to rip off each other's clothing, the 9 months apart beginning to catch up to both of you.

AMAB POV:

Russell prepped you with his fingers, while slowly and, almost, teasingly jerking you off, his fingers pressing up against your prostate, while his palm massages the head of your cock.

He had already made you so sensitive without even putting his cock anywhere near you. He didn't want you cumming too soon, so with a bit of lube, he slid a cock ring onto you and used one of his hands to hold down your hands against the mattress, holding them firmly at the wrists.

He used his other hand to guide himself into you before Russell slowly started thrusting into you, going slow at first before building up speed and strength, as he slammed into you minutes later, fucking you mercilessly.

AFAB POV:

Russell stretched you out with his fingers and plenty of lube, three of his fingers in your ass, while his thumb fingered and played with your pussy and clit. When you were stretched out enough, he slid his cock into your ass and began a moderate pace with his thrusts.

Your legs were on his shoulders, as he had practically bent you in half, his cock slamming into your ass, while his fingers were pressing and massaging you clit roughly.

His other hand was either squeezing your tits gently or spanking you, leaving red hand prints all over your ass and thighs.

[legend-the-dumb-jock]

Anonymous: <p>love your work man! Can i have a request of turning into people by wearing their sweaty and stinky clothes? My next door Russell living alone in a nice house is a glasses chubby grandpa and I wonder how it feels like to carry his belly in big suits and to live in retirement without family members around. Just really wish we could trade lives so he won't feel lonely anymore. Can you help me? </p>

I’m starting to think you men just don’t want to be young anymore period. Always wishing away this wasted youth. Well they always did say the youth is wasted in the young.

He asked you to come and help him hook up his vcr. Being the nice neighbor you are you were immediately over there was too nice to even tell him it’s a vcr. It’s a 4K blue Ray player. You could hear his heavy foot steps walking around behind you shadowing your work making sure that everything was done one right. Then making comments about how he wished he was young again. Even saying his back couldn’t take bending down like that anymore let alone his knees. When everything was all hooked up Russell was so excited you thought he was going to jump. He even went to the Galway closet to look for “vhs tapes”. There was a funky smell in the room though musky. You didn’t notice it before but you see that right next to wear you had been standing this whole time there was a pile of dirty clothing in a basket. And right on top was a pair dirty stained underwear. You could even see dribble in the underwear making them really reek. But the issue was you had a fetish things like this. Bring a closet gay you couldn’t help but love the idea of having filthy things like this on you. On your face. You couldn’t help yourself. While Russell was still in the hallway getting his vhs tapes he swooped down and grabbed the underwear and stuffed them in your pocket. Surely the old man wouldn’t notice them. He wore glasses for Christ sake.

You walked around the living after getting your trophy looking at all the memorabilia from Russell’s life. His family that never came to see him. A life that you had never thought a man like him would have lived. And some of the photos even looked …. Wait was he kissing a guy in that picture !! You were trying your best to hide your hard on from all this excitement when you heard his heavy footfalls coming back to the living room. You chuckled at such a cute site. He actually had vhs tapes. And he was grinning. You broke the news to him then and you seen such disappointment. “Well I didn’t know. Shit!” Russell exclaimed. “Well. I’ll just have to find my tapes on that fancy new stuff then. Hey while your here think you can help get my dirty clothes to the wash ? It’s a little difficult sometimes with my back and this big old tank!” He said slapping his gut. Again sending you into waive excitement. You almost came seeing his gut jiggle there. Of course you agreed to it. You wanted yo be clothes to his stinky clothes anyway. Getting to the washroom he couldn’t thank you enough for helping him with everything. You even made a comment about how you wished you could take some of the burden off him and giggled when he said “hell let’s swap places that’ll take a burden off !” You let yourself out of the house and practically ran back to your apartment next door. You couldn’t wait to touch the underwear again.

In your bedroom you quickly take your clothes off hard already. And holding the stained smelly underwear in your hands you slip them on. Leaking already from all the excitement. You lean back on your bed and begin to pleasure yourself at the idea of being Russell. You wish so bad to be him. All of him. Even down to his leaky cock. You cum your largest load you’ve ever had in his underwear not even bother to take them off before you pass out for a nap.

You wake up an hour later and yawn. But when you do you feel your back crack which instantly send your screaming in pain in a voice that doesn’t sound like your own. Your eyes dart open. You see some fuzz on your shoulders that wasn’t there before and you look down to see a slight beard growing where there was none. A small gut is now where abs once were. You sit up once your back pain subsides. The underwear had harden with your own mixtures of sex and excitement but your ready to go again already. Sitting up you can see even you feet look a little different. You get out of bed knowing something is wrong. Going to the bathroom you look in the mirror. Somethings not right. It’s as if your aging. Getting older. And already you stomach looks larger than when you just got up !! You have a flash back to your wish. You wished to be Russell. This causing you to be even more turned. In the bathroom mirror you started to stroke yourself. And as your stoked you seen the changed speed up. Shoulders becoming wrapped in white hair. A thick white beard forming. A receding hair line growing in or rather growing out ! Thick white chest hair and you could feel the hair forming!! In your hands you could feel your own shaft thicken. Looking down you realize seeing it would be a thing of the past as your gut got even larger and even hairier. Becoming exactly like Russell’s. Inch by inch it swelled further and further outward until it looked like you had swallowed a beach ball. And it taught and hard as a rock. You cock got shorter from all the added fat and looking down you ld never see your feet again. Your insides shifted becoming older and your bladder released dribble that got on your hands as your vision blurred making you need glasses. By the end of your change you had your wish. You were exactly like Russell. Everything inch of you.

Struggling with your vision you managed to find some sweat pants that fit you. It took a bit to get your larger frame across the road back to Russell’s house. The back pain really setting in carry such a massive gut !! And his knees hurting ! You were so hard already carrying all his weight you were already leaking precum again. You knocked on the door a couple times and shakey hello came. But when you said “let me in” in Russell’s own older voice the door immediately opened and you was pulled in. Glasses were given to you. Finally able to see clearly for the first time wishing yourself into his body you see that he has become you. Russell looks afraid.

“What’s going on! We have to change back ! I can’t let this happen to you !” Your back is killing you from the walk and make it to the recliner. You’re calm and Russell looks at you. “Say something ! What are we going to do”. You reach down for the lever and recline the chair and let out a sigh of relief as the pain is eased off your back. “Ahhh… I tell you what I’m going to do. I’m going to stay right here. In this body. In fact. I wish to never change back. In fact I might gain a few more pounds cause I’m looking a little skinny if you ask me.” The real russel was shocked. He looked down at his new body. Young and fit. Realizing he was never getting his old body back. And smiled. “Anything you need before I go home Russell?” You think for a second. “Yeah. Call me gramps from now on. And can you order me something to eat. I’m hungry !”

March 17th, 2022 9:23pm

[lunajay33]

Hurt Pt.2💔

Summary: Y/n finds out she’s pregnant while staying at the Greene farm and Daryl is still on the search for Sophia but things change quickly

•Masterlist•

I hung out with Glenn and Maggie for most of the day, helping hang clothing out to dry and picking out eggs

“So y/n do you want a boy or girl?” Maggie asked smiling

“It doesn’t matter to me, as long as I can make them healthy and happy that’s all I care about” I said as was cutting up some vegetables for supper

“I can’t wait to see overly over-protective Daryl, it’ll be hilarious” Glenn laughed making me smile

“He’s been gone pretty long dont you think?” I asked looking out to see the sun slowly fading behind the trees

“Im sure he’ll be back soon don’t worry” Maggie said

“Is it okay if I go for a little walk, just to clear my head” I asked looking to see I’ve already cut all the veggies

“Of course just stay close okay” Glenn said

“Okay I will” I said as I placed my hand on my lower belly and left the house making my way for a walk around the perimeter

Hoping to find any sign that he’d be back, a russel of leaves, the horse, anything that’s when I heard a gun shot and pain seer through my head

I fell to the group holding the side of my head to feel the sting and bleeding from a large cut

“What the hell” I gasped someone shot me

I heard yelling come from behind me but it was all faded my head was fuzzy, I looked up to see Daryl limping out from the trees and he was obviously hurt

“Daryl” I sighed in relief and for a moment I forgot about the pain then everything went dark

Daryl’s POV~~~

Damn horse knocked me over a cliff but all I could think about was making it back to y/n and the baby, I promised her so after struggling for hours I finally climbed up and limped my way back to the farm

Once I was near I heard a gun shot and I made it past the trees and what I saw almost made me pass out

My peach was hunched over on the ground in front of me with blood falling down her face and neck, it was the worst thing for me to see

She called my name, almost pleading then she passed out, I looked behind her and everyone was running towards us

I limped over and held her in my arms

“What the hell happened” I yelled as they made it to us

“Andrea thought she was a walker” Glenn said

“SHE SHOOT HER, I’m gonna kill er” I said feeling the hate pump through my blood

“Come one man let’s get you both to Hershel” Shane said as he picked up y/n and Glenn and Rick helped me back to the house

“Hershel we need help” Glenn called out as Shane laid y/n on the bed and I laid down next to her almost forgetting about the arrow wound in my side

I looked at her and it felt like my world was falling apart

“What happened?” Hershel asked i barely listened as the others filled him in on everything

He cleaned up her head which was full of blood and stitched up her wound

“Will she be alright?” I groaned as he started stitching up my side

“She’ll be fine son, she just needs to rest”

“What about the baby” I groaned as he finished the stitches

“Daryl she’ll be fine, get some rest” he said as he left the room leaving me with her

I moved closer and held her close to me, she looked so tired, the color was drained from her face, I just want her to wake up and tell me she’s alright

Y/n POV~

I woke up to a strong sharp pain on the side of my head, I groaned and looked around noticing I was in the house and then I saw Daryl next to me, he was bandaged up meaning something bad happened, I knew something was going to go wrong

“Daryl” I whispered trying to wake him up

“Hmmm” he groaned

“Wake up” I said as I ran my hand through his hair

His eyes shot open and he looked panicked

“Hey it’s alright” I said slowly sitting up with him

“Oh peach are ya okay?” He asked as he placed his hand on my little belly bump

“Im fine just sore, but are you okay, what happened Daryl?”

“Damn horse got scared and threw me over a cliff, damn arrow shot through ma side”

“Daryl, baby, I don’t want you to go out alone again please, I was so worried”

“Okay peach I won’t, are ya hungry I know they’re out there eatin, maybe you should get somethin ta eat”

“I’ll go get some and bring it back for you too!” I smiled as I stood up I walked out to the kitchen and everyone looked up at me

“Hey everyone, sorry to interrupt” I said slowly picking up two plates of food as I felt weak

“How are you feeling dear?” Hershel asked

“I’m fine, thank you for helping me, I know I’ve been quiet a burden lately I laughed nervously

“No dear don’t say that” dale said

“Im just gonna bring this food to Daryl” I smiled and walked back to the room

~Few days later~

I was sitting at the end of the bed while Daryl was laying down

“Ya sure yer doing okay, you’ve been real quiet lately” he asked as I looked down

“Ya I’m good, just tired” I lied, I felt like such a problem lately and even though the others disagreed I couldn’t help but feel like it, I wanted to contribute and be strong for my baby

“Hey can I come in” we heard from outside the tent

Daryl just groaned and in came Andrea all he did was glare

“The hell do ya want?”

“I came to apologize, im sorry I shot you y/n but to be fair you looked like a walker and I was just trying to protect the camp

There she goes again with the insults, I sighed and left the tent quickly walking away to the fallen tree

I couldn’t hold my emotions back anymore, I cried so hard trying to think of what I did wrong for her to be so hateful, I’m not good enough to be here anymore I’m just holding everyone back

I felt arms wrap around me and kiss my head

“Shhh peach it’s okay don’t listen to her, selfish bitch” he said trying to sooth me but the tears and hiccups kept coming

“Daryl why are you even with me, she’s right I’m a burden, I’m not good enough for you I’ll never me enough, maybe it’ll be better for everyone if I just leave”

“No no don’t say that, I love ya so much so much that I don’t wanna be away from ya for a second, yer so strong and beautiful and helpful, you’ve done so much for the people in the group please don’t leave me” he said as tears welled in his eyes

“I’m sorry Daryl I’ve just been so emotionally lately and she’s making everything more hard for me” I said as he whipped my tears away

“I’ll keep her away from ya, I’ll show ya everyday that you’re my world peach”

~~~~~~

PART 3

[darlingdekarios]

just a little bite.

rating: explicit. 18+ only. length: 1,857 content: Jack Russell x f!reader, established relationship, smut [receiving fingering, unprotected p in v], kink(s) [biting, marking, breeding]

there's something Jack has wanted, and you convince him to finally give in.

“I do not know, amor…” he breathed against the sensitive area where your neck and shoulder meet, his lips brushing against the skin there as he spoke. Unable to help himself he ran his tongue along the area toward your neck before lightly dragging his teeth back down, stopping himself before he went too far – like he had done so many times now. He was old enough to have control of himself, the hundreds of years shaping him into a patient man – and yet still not in-control enough to trust his instincts around you. “What if I hurt you?”

The quiet whine to his tone brought a little smile to your lips, a shaking breath slipping from your lips as you felt his tongue and teeth lavish your skin. It was often he explored areas of your body this way – his tongue followed by the slow, barely-there drag of his teeth. Often the movements were focused on your thighs and neck, but the area he seemed fixated on today was one of your favorites, a fact he was well aware of. When you found your response your words had a subtle shake to them, his affection always pushing you to the brink before he’d even undressed you.

“I don’t think you will, baby,” you cooed, turning your head to press a gentle kiss to his temple. You raised a hand to rest on the back of his head, entangling your fingers in his hair and scratching your nails against his scalp in the way that always made him putty in your hands. “Besides, it’s supposed to hurt a little.”

A soft laugh fell from his lips and into your skin, a soft kiss placed delicately repeatedly as he pondered your words. Turning his head he trailed gentle kisses up your neck, inhaling the familiar mixture of your scent and his mingling to ground himself further. Even after all this time with you, and the security you’d established between the two of you, and the fact you always smelled somewhat like him these days, too – Jack Russell still worried he’d lose control and lose you forever. This was precisely the reason why no matter how badly he wanted to, no matter how loudly his instincts screamed for him to do so, he would not give into his deepest desire to sink his teeth into you for fear of something inside him snapping.

But it was getting harder as time went on, and he was testing the strength of the thread that held him together more often by running his teeth along your skin, by savoring how you tasted with a swipe of his tongue. Trailing his kisses to your jaw and to your forehead he leaned back on his knees in the bed, taking in how beautiful you looked with your cheeks flushed with arousal for him. Finely tuned senses allowed him to cherish the quickened pace to your heart, as his eyes met yours, his head moving in a firm – still uncertain – nod.

“Just a little bite, amor…just one and I will have it out of my mind,” he promised, though whether the reassurance was meant for you or himself was uncertain. You couldn’t withhold the smile that spread across your face as you nodded, your movements far more relaxed and tranquil, your eyes holding no concern. His heart tightened at your expression, knowing you trusted him with your entire life gave him some level of reassurance he often couldn’t provide himself with. “But I want to be inside you when I do it…want to be connected to you.”

He moved to sit rested against the headboard then, using a firm grasp on your waist to pull you onto his waist carefully. Both of you in your underwear alone there was very little fabric separating your hot core from him, the wetness already pooling between your legs seeping through the thin fabric. It was second nature now to rock your hips against his, a quiet moan swallowed from your lips swallowed by him as he crashed his lips back to yours. Desperate and starved as it was, there was also a deep passion to the kiss; something so deeply lovely as you sought to impart to one another how much the other meant to you.

His hands reached to gently massage your breasts first, eager as he was, he would never take advantage of the intimacy you offered him by hurrying it along to reach the finale faster. Warm thumbs brushed over already hardened nipples lightly before he claimed the buds in between his fingers, rolling them carefully to pull another moan from you. His tongue slipped between your lips the moment it could, a groan of his own rumbling in his chest as you rocked your hips against his again.

Giving you a chance to breathe he released you from the kiss, immediately lowering his head to run his tongue across one of your peaked nipples lightly before taking as much of your breast as he could into his mouth, sucking on the flesh as he pressed his growing erection into your core. As he sucked his tongue swirled again, another groan sounding in his chest as you ground down against him pointedly – it could be a conversation for another time about why your tit in his mouth made him throb.

Alternating his attention to your other breast he slipped a hand downward, opting to simply push the soaked fabric of your underwear to the side so he could run his fingers through your folds. Removing his mouth from your chest he turned his gaze downward to watch his fingers disappear up into you, his fingers slipping into your wet heat with ease thanks to how wet you were.

“Dios mío…all this for me, amor…” he murmured, leaning to connect his lips to yours again as he began to pump his fingers into you. His free hand disconnected from your waist to work his underwear down his thighs to free his straining cock. When he was content with the work his fingers had done, he removed his hand from your core, using the juices of your arousal on his hand to slicken his cock with a brief pump.

Lining himself up at your entrance he moaned when you began to lower yourself onto him, your hot, tight channel accepting inch by inch of him perfectly as a gasp fell from your lips. Gripping your waist again he held you steady, guiding you down on his cock slowly as quiet praises fell from his lips in Spanish. When he was completely sheathed he stilled, allowing you a moment to adjust to him again and steady yourself with hands against his chest.

When you began to ride him, working yourself up and down on his cock he released a pleasured sound of his own, his hands gripping you tight enough to potentially break skin with his nails. His lips found yours again, slotting against yours in a desperate kiss which you greedily returned, movements intentional but already picking up pace in desperation. A deep rumbling growl sounded in his chest, the animalistic sound only causing you to grind down against him particularly slow, enjoying the somewhat feral way Jack responded to you.

Eventually his hips began to thrust upward to meet your movements, grunts leaving his mouth in time with each hammering of his cock against your cervix, matching the high-pitched moans that left your mouth for him. He rolled suddenly, keeping his cock inside you as he went. One he pinned you on your back and you’d situated your legs around his waist he began to pump into you again, one of his hands grasping one of yours and lifting it above your head as he kissed you breathless again.

He fucked into you with the utmost reverence, his passionate kisses and sweet words only adding to the burn that was building deep in your stomach, your release approaching with the signal of your shaking thighs. He halted the kiss he’d initiated then, leaning his sweat-slickened forehead against yours as he slowed his thrusts slightly, dragging his hips against yours infuriatingly slow to dangle you over the edge. His voice was a tone you savored, every word rumbling through his chest with a quiet growl as he spoke.

“If you are still sure, amor…” he began, giving your hand a light squeeze. “I will take my one bite as you cum for me.”

You could only nod, lost in the colors of his eyes as you raised your hips to his, desperate for his movements to return. With a deep breath he began to move his kisses down your neck again, mapping his way to a spot he’d actually picked long ago. When his lips found the desired spot, one he’d already gifted with kisses moments before, he first ran his tongue over the spot, choosing that moment to begin his perfect thrusts into you again.

As he built you close to the edge again, focusing his thrusts to rub the head of his cock against the spongey, sensitive patch within you, his mouth played delicate attention to his chosen spot. Soon enough he had your thighs shaking again, quiet words of encouragement spilling through his lips in between kisses and licks and tiny, experimental nibbles. Overwhelmed by physical and mental bliss you could only signify the oncoming of your finish by giving his hand a squeeze, your walls beginning to tighten around him. With a nod he began to bite down into the spot, that deep, rumbling groan sounding in his chest again.

As your orgasm rushed through you and your walls squeezed him impossibly tighter his teeth sank further, his own release washing over him as he spilled his seed into you – something he’d no doubt apologize for after, despite how it made you moan louder. Squeezing his hand tighter and quietly whispering his name he tasted the lightest familiar metallic taste in his mouth. Realizing this was his cue to stop he immediately did, his only thought your continued bliss as he ran his tongue over the bite gently.

As you came down from your shared bliss, he pressed the gentlest of kisses to the bruising bite mark, his eyes happily fixated on his mark against your skin. When he opted to withdraw his cock from you, he kept his arms around you, rolling only to his side and maintaining his closeness to you. He pressed a sheepish kiss to your lips, enjoying the way you curled closer to him as he brought a blanket over the two of you. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before lowering his head once again, pressing another gentle kiss to the mark he’d left before claiming your lips again briefly. When he spoke, his voice was free of the earlier anxiety it had carried, his intrusive thoughts satiated and silenced, if only for a moment.

“Muchas gracias, hermosa…” he thanked you quietly before burying his face in your hair, entangling your legs together as the two of you drifted off to sleep.

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Trick or treeeaaat

So just for you, I have this Ricrussell thing I never finished and am definitely not going to finish at this point, but I figured I'll let you see what I have, because it seems sad for it to just be sitting there! It's a historical AU set in the 1930s in France. I hope it's not too frustrating in its incompleteness haha. <3

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George can’t say he’s shocked when he comes back to the table and finds it empty. He has two glasses cradled in each hand—drinks he told the others he was going to buy for them—but he’s learned by now that even free booze can only get him so far. This isn’t the first time it’s happened, and it won’t be the last.

He’s already had a couple too many himself, and he half stumbles out the door onto the street, trying to get his feet under him and shove his arm inside his overcoat at the same time. Summer in the South of France—it’s supposed to be hot, isn’t it? But it’s only June, and apparently all bets are off when the sun goes down, a chill breeze blowing in from the direction of the water. The sky was filled with gray clouds earlier, but it never rained. Maybe the rain is still to come.

He spins on his heel, trying to remember which direction the hotel was. He’s here with school chums—”chums”—but they’re not all staying in the same place. Most of their fathers are richer than George’s. And he’s gotten all turned around going from hotel to beach to hotel to bar, too preoccupied with coming up with something witty to say to pay attention to where they were going.

“Bloody—” he mumbles under his breath, but when he turns again, he collides with something. Someone. His hand clutches instinctively at the bony shoulder to steady himself, and he reaches into his sloshing brain to come out with the right word. “Désolé.” His accent is atrocious. He has to add, “Sorry,” just so it’ll sound right to his own ears.

“English is fine, mate,” says the man he ran into, his voice kind, almost consoling. “You alright?”

George steps back, drops his hand. He swallows hard. The other man is lit from behind by the streetlamp, his face shadowed beneath the brim of his hat, but George can still see he’s bloody gorgeous, and he has to grit his teeth to keep from saying so. Another reason he should have gone easier on the alcohol. It threatens to lubricate his tongue. “I should ask you,” he says instead. “You’re the one who’s been trod on.”

“I was only trod on a little,” the man say with a grin, his teeth flashing white. “I think I’ll live.”

“Well. Good.” George nods once, as if that settles it.

“Are you lost?” the man asks.

George fights the urge to fidget. It must have been obvious, what with him spinning on the pavement like a whirligig. “Erm, yes, a bit. I was with some others, but they, uh—”

The man must sense George doesn’t want to finish that sentence, because he cuts him off. “Where are you staying?”

“Um, Villa…something…” He starts patting his pockets, digs through them until he finds the matchbook he grabbed on impulse from the lobby. He has never been able to abide cigarettes, but he enjoys being able to offer a light to someone else. It makes him feel useful. “Villa Victoria,” he reads, then stuffs the matchbook back into the pocket of his jacket. “Do you know it?”

“I do,” the man says. He holds out his hand—long, thin fingers and blunt, bitten nails. “Daniel,” he says. Then, like an afterthought, “Ricciardo.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Daniel Ricciardo,” George says. “I’m George Russell.”

Daniel touches the brim of his hat, then makes a gesture down the sidewalk, and George almost trips over himself again trying to turn in the right direction. It’s only with the help of Daniel’s kind grip on his elbow that he doesn’t run into another man coming in the opposite direction. He’s making a right fool of himself, that much is certain.

“Thank you,” he says to Daniel, once he is no longer in danger of injuring himself or anyone else.

“It’s no trouble.” Daniel shoves his hands in his pockets, then jerks his chin to the right. “Let’s turn here and go down to the Promenade. It’s a nicer walk.”

“I’m following your lead,” George says, and does just that.

“Are you here on holiday?” Daniel asks as they walk. He sounds genuinely interested, and George feels himself relax a bit, his embarrassment fading in the face of Daniel’s affability.

“Yes. Some mates and I just finished our degrees and thought this would make a nice reward.”

Daniel looks over at him, arching an eyebrow. As they move in and out of the pools of light cast by the streetlamps, more of his features come into view. A Roman nose. Dark eyes. Curls peeking out from under his hat. “What did you study?” he asks, and it takes George a moment to pick up the thread of the conversation again; he was too busy watching Daniel’s mouth move.

“Oh, er. English Literature,” he says.

Daniel chuckles. “Well, if you’re here to visit with the Fitzgeralds, they’re a bit farther up the coast.”

“It’s not really—” George stammers, although it is really why they’re here, and why they all stopped off in Paris on the way and drank at Les Deux Magots. That was only a couple weeks ago, back when the others were being more cordial to him, and stumbling around the cobbled streets late at night felt a lot less lonely. He clears his throat and changes the subject. “What about you? Are you just visiting, or…?”

“No, I live here,” Daniel says. “Or rather, I live in Monaco, but I keep a place here for when the Grand Prix is on.”

“The Grand Prix?” The words sound like gibberish to him, like most of the French he has heard since he has been here. His phrase book did him little good, it seems.

“The Nice Grand Prix?” Daniel says, looking sideways at George. “The car race?”

All George can do is shrug, feeling lost all over again. “I don’t really know about cars,” he says. “That’s what you do for a living? Drive in races?”

Daniel grimaces. “I admit, I’m used to people finding it a bit more impressive.”

“Ah, well.” What can he say? Maybe he’d find it impressive if he saw it, but he can hardly imagine automobiles hurtling around these quiet streets. And how does one even watch a car race? It seems any given spectator could only see the cars for a few seconds at a time. Perhaps they broadcast it on the radio. Is there much money in it, he wonders?

All these questions float around his head, and yet the one that comes out of his mouth is, “Is it quite dangerous?”

The corner of Daniel’s mouth turns up. “Quite,” he says. George can’t tell if he’s mocking him or not.

They come to the Promenade, and George—too maudlin or too drunk or both—stops in awe of how beautiful it looks at night. Beyond the row of lamps, and beyond the shadows he knows to be chairs and umbrellas, he can just see the moon reflecting off the water, little ridges of sparkling silver that disappear when they crash against the black pebble beach. There are few cars on the road, and even fewer people, and the sound of the sea seems louder than it did during the day.

He doesn’t realize how long he’s stalled until Daniel clears his throat, and George looks over to see him grinning, his expression almost fond. “Come on,” Daniel says, and he takes George by the elbow, his touch gentle and familiar, and together they run across the street, dodging behind an idling cab. George wants to keep going, down the nearby steps and onto the beach, but Daniel tugs him to a stop with a laugh. “You don’t want to pay the fine for being on the beach after hours,” he says. “Trust me.”

“Speaking from experience?” George asks.

“A bit.” Daniel winks at him and squeezes his elbow, and George has the wildest urge to grab for his hand, thread their fingers together. Something about Daniel has calmed the churning anxiety he’s been fighting since he left England. And it is Daniel that’s done it—not the liquor in his veins or the brisk night air or the sound of the ocean. He was plenty drunk back at the bar, when his friends were still there, and he spent the whole time thinking about what he could say that might make them like him again. Whether a well-timed joke would do it, or maybe something insightful. Or if he was trying too hard…or if he knew how to stop trying.

Maybe it’s only that Daniel is a stranger, someone who doesn’t already have a dozen reasons not to like him.

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Just Like The Ones I Used To Know

Pairing: Arvin Russel x Reader

Synopsis: you and Arvin celebrate your first Christmas together despite Arvins reluctance

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“You’re home!” You cheered as Arvin trudged through the snow covering your driveway.

“I am home.” Arvin chuckled in confusion. “What are you doing out here, doll? It’s freezing.”

“I’m building a snowman.” You said as you stepped to the side to proudly present the snowman you’d been building.

“A snow what?”

“A snow man. Haven’t you seen one?”

“You mean that creepy little lumpy thing the Wickerson boys built on their lawn?” Arvin asked as he rubbed his hands together to warm them.

“It’s not creepy. It’s a holiday tradition for when it snows.” You laughed and packed some more snow onto your snowman.

“How do make it look like that?” Arvin wondered as you rounded off the sides of the body.

“Go put on a better jacket and I’ll show you.” You winked at him, sending a flush through Arvins face. He leaned in to kiss you hello before going inside to get his thickest jacket. When he came back out to the lawn, you threw a snowball that hit him in the chest.

“What was that?” Arvin looked down at his jacket in confusion.

“Um…a snowball?” You laughed at his confusion.

“Oh. How do you do it?” Arvin wondered.

“Just grab some snow and mash it together until it’s a ball.” You explained as you formed another snowball. Arvin watched carefully and copied your movement before holding up a snowball of his own.

“Like this?”

“That’s perfect. Then you can throw it-“

You were cut off by Arvin decking you in the face with his snowball. You fell backwards and fell into the snow as your legs flew up in the air.

“Oh my God! Baby! I’m so sorry.” Arvin gasped and ran to help you up. You laughed as he pulled you out of the snow and brushed the snow off of your face.

“I’m okay. I’m great, actually. Because you just had your first snowball fight.”

“It was fun.” Arvin smiled now that he knew you were okay.

“I’m glad you liked it. Now come on. Help me with the snowman.” You tugged on his sleeve and pulled him over to your snow man. Together, you added the middle and head to your snowman so that it was nice and tall. You watched Arvins face light up with joy as he built the snowman and as happy as it made you to see him smiling, it also made you sad. You knew this was probably the first time he’d ever built a snowman and wondered how many other happy Christmas memories he had missed out on. You made sure to let him do the most of the building of the snowman so that he could get the full experience.

“I think he looks pretty good.” You said as you picked up a small wooden box from the ground. The words “snowman kit” were painted on the box in your handwriting.

“Why do you have coal?” Arvin wondered.

“For the snowman. He needs his eyes, smile, hat, and nose.” You explained as you placed the eyes and mouth on the snowman’s head. You handed the top hat from the to Arvin so that he could add it on top.

“Wait, wheres the nose?” Arvin asked and looked in the snowman kit box.

“This is the nose.” You smiled in excitement and pulled a carrot out of your pocket.

“This is a carrot.” Arvin deadpanned.

“Yes. But it’s also a nose.” You booped Arvins nose with the carrot before putting it in the center of the snowman’s face. You then took your scarf from around your neck and wrapped it around the snowman’s head.

“There. He’s perfect.” You said and stepped back to look at the snowman. Arvin stepped back as well and wrapped an arm around you to admire your work together.

“He’s a little funny looking.” Arvin chuckled, making you laugh as well.

“I know. That’s why he’s perfect.” You smiled and wrapped your arms around Arvins torso. He hugged you tightly as snow began to fall down and stick to your nose and eyelashes. He didn’t know why, but he felt oddly emotional as he stared at the snowman. He’d always wanted to build one as a kid but his parents were never well or willing enough to do it will him. Now that he had finally done it, he felt his inner child gleaming with pride.

“So what do we do now?” Arvin smiled and looked down at you.

“Now we drink hot chocolate and eat the cookies.”

“What cookies?”

“The ones I put on the oven before you got home. Come on. They’re probably ready by now.” You grabbed his hand and pulled Arvin inside. You shed your coats and gloves before going into the kitchen to check on the cookies.

“Oh no. They’re ugly.” You frowned when you pulled your cookies out of the oven.

“They’re not ugly, darling. They’re just a little misshapen.” Arvin quickly assured you when he noticed that you were genuinely upset.

“This one looks like a turd.” You said quietly and pointed to a cookie.

“Yes, it does. But I bet it tastes delicious.” Arvin said and took the cookie off the tray. He blew on it before taking a bite. You watched Arvins face lose all its color once he tasted the cookie and he looked at it in disbelief.

“What? Is it bad?” You worried.

“Is this snickerdoodle?” He asked with a mouth full of cookies.

“Yeah. I found a recipe in one of the old cook books.”

“The recipe on the purple index card?”

“Yeah. How’d you know?”

“That was my mommas recipe. She used to make these when I was little. Made em every Christmas.” Arvin smiled a little as he looked down at the cookie. He took another bite and could practically hear his mom humming while she baked cookies.

“Does it taste the same?” You asked hopefully.

“It does. Wow, darling, biting into that made me feel like a little boy again.” Arvin said before finishing his cookie. He kissed the side of you head before taking another one.

“Aw. Arvy warvy.” You gushed and wrapped your arms around him.

“Told you not to call me that.” He chuckled and swayed with you in his arms.

“Then what am I supposed to call you?”

“My name, maybe.” He teased.

“Where’s the fun in that?” You teased back and took a cookie for yourself.

“Thanks for making cookies, darling. And for letting me help with the snowman. I had a lot of fun.” Arvin said in a soft voice as he looked down at you.

“Of course, Arvie. I’m glad you helped me. I like doing Christmassy things with you.”

“I know I haven’t been very festive this Christmas, doll. And I’m sorry about that. This time of year just makes me a little sad.” Arvin admitted as he cupped your face in his rough hands.

“You don’t have to apologize, honey. I know Christmas makes you miss your momma. It makes me miss my folks too. But Christmas is a time to remember happier times. And if you’re up for it, I made of list of things we could do to remind us of the reason for the season. After all, it’s our first Christmas together so I want it to be special.“ You said as you took a folded up piece of paper out of your pocket. You handed it to Arvin and held your breath as he read over it.

“Hang our stockings by the chimney with care? The hell does that mean?” He chuckled. You let out an excited squeal before running into the living room. When you came back, you had a stocking that you had knitted for Arvin as an early Christmas gift.

“Look! I made you one. It has an A on it so Santa knows it’s yours.” You said proudly as you handed Arvin his stocking.

“Darling, Santa isn’t-“

“Shhhh! He’ll hear you.” You quickly hushed him.

“Right. Sorry.” Arvin chuckled and shook his head with affection.

“Come on. Let’s hang them up.” You said as you pulled Arvin by the hand into the living room. He put the radio on the holiday channel and lit the fireplace while you hung up your stockings.

“See? Doesn’t that look so much better?” You asked once you stepped back to admire your work.

“It looks great, darling. Santa will love them.” Arvin humored you. You playfully rolled your eyes at him before wrapping him in another hug. You swayed to the music for a while until your tiny little Christmas tree caught Arvins eye. You can taken a tiny tree from the backyard and decorated it with as many ornaments as it could hold to serve as your Christmas tree. Arvin felt guilty for having a real tree for you and felt deterred to fix that.

The next day, Arvin stopped by the Christmas tree farm and picked out the biggest tree he could find. He got home before you did and quickly set it up in the living room. Just as he started to put ornaments on it, you came home.

“Oh, hey. Welcome home, darlin.” Arvin said when you came into the living room. You were staring at the tree in awe for a minute until a childlike smile broke out in your face.

“You got us a Christmas tree? A real one?” You gasped and reached out to touch the pine needles.

“Well it’s our first Christmas together. It needs to be special.” Arvin echoed your words from the day before.

“But how? It’s Christmas Eve.”

“I love it. It’s beautiful!” You gushed and jumped into Arvins arms to thank him. He hugged you back before handing you a box of ornaments.

“Want to help me decorate it?”

“I would love nothing more.” You gushed and accepted the box. You and Arvin spent the evening decorating the tree together and taking occasionally taking breaks to drink the hot chocolate Arvin had made. You looked over at Arvin every so often to make sure that he was having a good time. When you saw the childlike smile on his face, you felt at peace.

Just a week and a half later, it was Christmas Eve. You and Arvin spent the evening on front of the fireplace with your warmest blanket draped over your legs. You admired your Christmas tree as you told Arvin about all your favorite childhood Christmas memories.

“Do you really believe in Santa?” Arvin asked as he stared at the crackling fire place. You smiled softly and out a happy sigh.

“I do. I believe that the whole season is magic. The lights and the cookies and the snow - it’s all so magical. And that magic has to come from somewhere. So even if there is no jolly old man in a red suit coming down our chimney, I believe he’s out there somewhere granting wishes and making miracles. Something about Christmas makes me feel like anything is possible. And I think as long as I believe in Santa, all my Christmas wishes will come true.”

“What are you Christmas wishes this year?” He looked down at you with a soft smile.

“This. Being here at home in front of the fireplace with somebody who loves me. I asked for that every year. And this year, Santa gave it to me.” You said as you rested your head on Arvins shoulder.

“You think Santa brought us together?” He chuckled.

“I know you think it’s silly-“

“No. I don’t.” He assured you. “It’s a miracle a pretty lady like you ever looked my way. A Christmas miracle, even. It was snowing the first time we met, remember?”

“I do. You helped me get my car to start.” You smiled at the memory.

“Good thing I saw you in that storm. You could’ve frozen to death.”

“Uh huh. But I didn’t because of the kindness of a stranger.” You sighed happily and snuggled into Arvins side.

“I wasn’t even gonna go out that night. Something told me I had to, though.”

“Not something.” You corrected. “Someone. Jolly old Saint Nick.”

“Right. Must’ve been.” He laughed shyly and pulled you closer.

“What did you ask for this year, Arvy Warvy?” You asked as you looked up at him.

“I can’t tell you. If I tell you my wish, it won’t come true.” Arvin said with a cheeky smile.

“Hopefully you were a good boy this year. Santa just may have granted your wish.” You said through a yawn. You fell asleep on Arvins shoulder within a few minutes and Arvin carried you to your bed.

On Christmas morning, Arvin rubbed the sleep out of his eyes while you excitedly tugged him into your living room.

“Come on! You have to see what Santa brought you!” You grinned as you handed Arvin his first gift. Arvin chuckled and accepted the gift before kissing the side of your head. You clasped your hands under your chin and watched with excitement as Arvin tore off the wrapping paper. Inside was a shiny red tool box with brand new tools inside.

“Aw, thank you darlin. I love it. It’s perfect.” He smiled before leaning in to kiss you.

“You’re very welcome.” You smiled when you pulled out of the kiss.

“Got something for you as well.” Arvin said as he sheepishly pulled out a small, poorly wrapped package.

“Aw, arvie. What’s this?” You asked as you tore it open. Inside was a small jewelry box. You looked up at him before opened up the box. Inside was a delicate heart shaped locket that looked like Arvin had made himself. You gasped softly and opened the locket up to find a picture of the two of you.

“One of the boys at work said he knew how to work metal. I asked him to show me how to make that for you.” Arvin sheepishly admitted as he secretly hoped you loved it.

“Oh, Arvin.” You said softly as you looked up at him. He gave you a shy smile before looking down at his lap.

“I’m sorry I can’t afford real jewelry with diamonds and pearls and all that because that’s what a girl like you deserves. I’ll be able to afford it one day. And then I’ll replace this hete necklace with a real one.” Arvin promised you.

“Nuh uh. This is a real necklace. And I love it more than anything you could buy in a store. It’s beautiful, Arvin. I love it.” You assured him.

“Do ya really?” He asked hopefully.

“Of course I do. Help me put it on.” You requested and turned around. You held your hair up as Arvin fastened the necklace around your neck. Once it was one, you looked down to admire it.

“It’s even better when it’s on. Thank you, Arvie. It’s the best gift I ever got.” You said as you threw your arms around Arvin. Arvin hugged you back for a long time, internally ecstatic that you liked his gift.

“I think Santa left a little something in your stocking too.” You said once you pulled out of the hug.

In his stocking, you had slipped in a brand new lighter, a pack of cigarettes, some baseball cards, and a candy cane.

“Wow. Santa was really nice to me this year.” Arvin chuckled as he lit up a cigarette with his new lighter.

“You must’ve been a real good boy.” You coyly shrugged.

“Thank you, darlin. This may be my best Christmas yet.” Arvin thanked you again, feeling like he could never thank you enough.

“This Christmas ain’t done yet. There’s one more gift Santa left you.” You told him as you went to get a present you had hidden behind the tree. Arvin looked at your curiously as you handed him a square shaped present. He unwrapped it and found an old photo album inside.

“A photo album?” He asked you.

“I found it in the attic that time we went to visit your Uncle Erskill. He said I could keep it.” You explained as Arvin began to flip through the pages. Each page was filled with picture after picture of him as a kid with his parents. He relived memories he had completely forgotten about with each page he turned.

“Said it was your mommas.” You added in a soft voice. Arvin teared up as he flipped to the last page, which had a picture of his mom holding him in front of a Christmas tree. The next page was blank, giving Arvin an idea.

“You still got that Polaroid camera?” He asked you.

“I do. Why?” You wondered as you pulled it out of a drawer. Arvin took the camera from you and brought you over to the mirror that hung in your living room.

“Here. Smile.” He instructed as he put an arm around you. You smiled at your reflection as Arvin snapped a picture. When it developed, there was a photo of the two of you looking on the mirror and smiling with your Christmas tree in the background.

“Aw. It’s the first ever picture of us.” You gushed and gently touched the picture.

“Let’s put it in the album so we can remember our first Christmas together.” Arvin suggested. You smiled happily as you helped him slide the picture into the last page of the photo album, right next to the picture of him and his mom.

“Did you get your wish this year, Arvie warvie?” You asked him as you rested your chin on his shoulder. Arvin looked at the pictures side by side and felt tears of happiness come to his eyes for the first time in his entire life.

“I sure did, darling.” He sighed happily. “I sure did.”

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[can-ya-guess-my-curent-obsession]

W- WAX: /They let their S/O wax them, what's their reaction?/

WRITERS NOTES: I'm bored as shit and want to write more but I ain't got to much motivation left, so this should satisfy my boredom and my rid myself of my little remaining motivation. This is nothing long. Sorry no murdoc, I'll d him another time, my motivation ran out before I could do him, I will do him eventually though.

Entire crack alphabet

All art on this post is mine

Edited: Nooo, mid is not currently active

Tw: Curssing, Hot wax, Pain, Panic attack

Characters:

/Gorillaz/

Noodle

-Noodle's waxed before, and still does every once in a while

-So getting waxed is nothing new, and neither is the pain of getting waxed

-Noodle infact herself has one of those machines for melting wax, which her and her S/O can use for this situation

-She was a bit confused when her S/O asked to wax her, but agreed none the less

-But she did it on the one condition that she got to wax her S/O in return

-She didn't have much of a reaction when her S/O applied the wax or when they riped it off, she just kinda sat there

-But when it came time for S/O turn to be waxed- Noodle turns to them with a wicked smile

Russel

-Russel felt something was off when his S/O walked up to him

-Then they asked- and he was hit by a memory

-Noodle had asked all the guys when she was a teen to wax them, and Russel was the only one who didn't give in and let Noodle wax him

-His face scrunches up remembering how pained 2D sounded when Noodle riped the wax off his leg

-Russel said no, but S/O would not give up that easily

-And for the next 2 weeks S/O would not shut up about waxing him

-After that he finally gives in, and after an hour of preparation he Russel was ready to be waxed

-Russel shifted in the spot he was sitting in and his face distortion in discomfort when S/O applied the wax but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle

-But when it came time to rip the wax off is when he felt it

-He grunted a loud "FUCK", when S/O riped the wax off

-If his S/O started laughing at him he would scowl at them

-He was not happy about what juat happend, and would be grumpy the rest of the day

2D

-Like I previously mentioned in the past 2D let Noodle wax him in the past

-And it didn't go over well for him

-So when his S/O asks him he starts profusely sweating

-2D manages to say no and scurries off before his S/O can say anything else

-2D would very easily give in if his S/O tracked him down after he ran away and just begged a little bit, and give him puppy dog eyes- and he's melting like that wax

-But on a more serious note 2D has very sensitive skin so his S/O has to be incredibly careful when applying and removing wax because if the pain is to overwhelming for 2D it could cause him to slip into a panic attack

-So get 2D some blankets/ pillows, a cold pack, grab some snacks for him, and hold his hand the entire time

-And make sure the wax isn't too hot

-When you appy the wax he squirms, but eventually stays still, with a look oh his face that say 'I just saw a man died', and he doesn't make much sound- just little wimpers

-While he squeezed his S/O hand pretty hard when they applied the wax- 2D may as well cut off circulation in his S/O's had when removed it

-He squealed, and jumped up from where was sitting before his S/O could even remove all of the wax

-S/O had to hold 2D close when removing the rest of the wax

-If S/O felt bad and offered to let him wax them- he would decline the offer because he doesn't want his S/O to go through the pain he just want through

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Desperate Measures

saira's side

March 9 1981

Me and belikov were looking around trying to find general charkov but he's no were to be found

"Ugh where the hell is he??"

" I don't know maybe he's in his office"

"Didn't we checked there?"

"No" he responded as I looked at him trying to remember if we did checked his office but didn't really made it, I swapped my head left and right to tell him I have no idea that we did.

He excused himself and walked away leaving me behind, I sighed and let my hands land inside the pockets and started to move on. I kept moving looking around the place with nothing to do until I stopped to watch the security check area, wow people really wanna travel this badly but my eyes landed on 2 people who were in the check point, they must be one of us so I didn't mind...they came closer. Wait..

I thought to myself as they walked towards the main entrance, I looked at the guy who was carrying a bag. He has blonde hair and wearing shades..

"Oh no"

It's russell with someone, shit! Can't let him see me! I saw belikov coming and I went to him fast as I hidded behind him until they disappeared.

"What's wrong?"

"Adler is here with them! , how is he here?? Am I missing something?"

"Well..."

"Do you have any idea about him?"

"Okay fine, I'll tell you but promise me you won't tell anyone"

I hesitate to promise but I have to

"I promise"

"the reason adler is here is to get the names from here"

"The names that perseus erased?"

"Yes, we have a copy of them down here"

I wanted to say something but the sound of the alarm gone off and everyone was scared, I gazed everything around me as one of the men came to us running

"There's an emergency down the bunker!"

"Go on and shut down the place, go! And belikov get me the shotgun.."

"On my way, I'll follow you"

I nodded and took the shotgun from his hand then ran as fast as I could to the elevator, as the elevator went down I loaded my shotgun and waited for it doors to open the door opened wide and got out to find where they went, it took a while until I found them. I saw belikov being captured the enemy was ready to shoot him until some sort of gas started to spread all over the place. I wore the gas mask and went out shooting and they got out to save him before his death was even reached, russell looked up and saw me but he didn't think twice on not to akm at me

"Who's this?"

"Wait! She's not an enemy"

"You sure?"

"Yes, saira is with me"

"Saira??"

My hands were on the air but as soon he heard my name, he stoped aiming.

"You know her???"

"She-"

"I-l-l remember her!, she's with perseus!"

"We'll deal with this later" instead we had to find the exit, we kept shooting until we reached to the elevator, we were gearing up

"Saira stay behind and hold my back, I'll cover you"

"I don't wanna risk it but I'll do it"

As we stepped out, I held him and I kept attacking while I was behind him, I shouldn't think right now but how sweet of him to protect me like this..

We hopped in the car and escaped.

I don't know how to explain all of this

I hope everything goes well...

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Hey guys I'm sorry if this page is basic I wrote this lastly before my internet disconnects again and lose all the progress I made 😭 I hope you liked the art and page!!

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