#that double overtake was beautiful

[fulltimecatwitch]

SEE WHAT CHECO CAN DO WHEN THE CAR IS WORKING SOMEWHAT DECENTLY FOR HIM ?!?!

[piastappies]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 GORGEOUS! ᡣ𐭩ᯓ

pairing. oscar piastri x leclerc!reader

summary. the youngest leclerc was known to be an outgoing, extroverted menace, but suddenly when she meets the new mclaren driver, she does something she never does — gets embarrassing.

notes. a fair warning for the google translated french.im sorry if it sucks 😭😭 its my first time doing something like this and i really hope u like it :3 ALSO??? OSCAR WIN IN BAKU WAS SO BEAUTIFUL THE OVERTAKE?? THE DEFENDING?? a great day for piastrination!!!!! (can you tell i totally dig x leclerc!reader??) send requests for more smaus pls :)

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yourusername spreading the rbr agenda on the streets of kyoto, because your girl finally graduated journalism and engineering with honours!

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arthur_leclerc charles just saw the jacket and had an aneurysm LMAO

user1 someone check on leclerc pls

charles_leclerc cant believe my OWN baby sister wears that in public

yourusername ill take it off once ferrari releases their own energy drink 👍

alexandrasaintmleux gorgeous as usual ❤️

yourusername please dump my brother and date me instead

yourusername please i beg you

yourusername JUST ONE CHANCE 😭😭😣😣😣😭😭

user2 yn is one of us

maxverstappen1 looking good in blue! 💙

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yourbff girl land that job or you gon go broke soon with that red bull addiction 👎👎👎

user3 atp yn is sponsoring the team 😭

yourbff you bet she is, girl

user4 double major in such different things pop off queen

user5 need to see her in paddock cos i know the girl is bout to argue with ferrari engineers

yourusername bin*tto left ferrari cos he knew i would drag him down 😁😁😁

user6 love how we had to go thru the 2023 drought without the baby leclerc and now shes baaaack

user7 fr i missed the times when ferrari wasnt the only thing making charles miserable

user7 congratulations on graduating queen!!!! cant wait for the new vid or to see u at one of the races 🥺

user8 im sorry im really new to f1 stuff who is she and why are the drivers here? 😭

user9 this is charlies sister yn!! but she has her youtube channel where she used to post a lot of diff stuff! shes been living in japan for the past four years of her undergrad degrees but due to the workload she had a hiatus for a year 💔💔 u should check out her channel its so cool

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arthur_leclerc good day in monaco today, changing professions to a photographer rn, what u think of that?

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user10 arthur you had one job to bring your sister to paddock…

user11 its just friday girl calm down

yourusername please restrain yourself from posting pictures of that ugly face you see in the mirror

yourusername …WHO IS IN THE SECOND SLIDE

yourusername ARTHUR ANSWER ME

yourusername my ovaries are quacking rn ARTHUR ANSWER ME

user12 not yn simping over oscar AND calling arthur ugly 😭😭😭

user13 shes so me tbh

charles_leclerc such a handsome man on the third slide 🔥🔥🔥

olliebearman why is yn tweaking like that 😭

yourusername cos he’s so pretty

oscarpiastri you were supposed to send me the picture not POST IT

user14 this is the guy yourusername 🔥‼️‼️

yourusername omg hes SO gorgeous

oscarpiastri thank you…?

arthur_leclerc yourusername please stop embarrassing the family name

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yourusername a quick pit stop in paris before the monaco course is broken!!!!!! (source: trust me bro 🙂‍↕️) drinking for my pookie dookiest brother to secure that pole and p1 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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yourusername dont let the caption fool you, i am NOT stopping drinking vodka red bull to make sure rbr doesn’t lose their biggest sponsor (me)

maxverstappen1 ty for your service 🫡🫡

yourusername no prob pookie, lecfosi by association but a red bull girlie at heart 😌😌

yourusername big thanks to the autocorrect ❤️❤️❤️ youre the real one babe 🔥🔥🔥

user15 wait till she realises oscar is in the likes…

user16 ohh the girl is gonna be so messy 😭😭😭

user16 im all for it tho 🔥

lilymhe WHAT A GORGEOUS GORGEOUS GIRL

alexandrasaintmleux face card is never denied!

user17 oscar in the likes 🥹🥹

yourusername WHO IS IN THE LIKES??????

yourusername NOO OH MY GOD HES HERE

yourusername HI YOURE SUPER CUTE oscarpiastri

user18 SHE TAGGED HIM LOL

user19 she really want that dick…

yourusername i just think hes cute that is NOT a crime

oscarpiastri i think you’re really cute too :)

yourusername HXJSKSJJDBDJSJS

yourusername sorry a red bull ran across my screen 😭

arthur_leclerc yourbff please tell her she’s not as slick as she thinks she is

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user20 what do you expect 😭😭 she probably partied all night before getting to monaco

user21 LMAOO RIGHT??? but if you watched her vids you know that the girl LOVES an opportunity for a party

user22 yn stronger than me because i’d kiss him on the spot

user23 alr weirdo… they JUST met

user24 he is probably weirded out like imagine meeting a girl who SIMPS over you in the insta comments… she needs to chill

user25 he won’t pick you 👎👎

user26 gtfo if he was weirded out he wouldnt be in the likes of her post or sayin he thinks shes cute lol

user27 the real gentleman out there 🥹🥹

user28 i need them together asap

user29 super delulu but i totally dig the golden retriever gf x polite black cat bf

user30 OMGGG I TOTALLY SEE THE VISION

user31 pls they just met and he was just being polite 👎 stop trying to get into their lives

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yourusername HE DID IT!!!! I TOLD YALL THAT HE WOULD DO IT!!! MY BROTHER WINS IN MONACO. DONT HIT US UP FOR THE NEXT WEEK OR TWO!!! ITS CELEBRATION TIME!!!! aussi, charlie, il n'y a pas beaucoup de mots capables d'exprimer à quel point je suis fier de toi. vous l'avez fait et personne ne peut vous l'enlever.

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priniya translation! also, charlie — there isn’t an amount of words able to express how proud i am of you. you did it and no one can take it away from you.

user32 girlie might tell everyone she’s a red bull girl, but like the king sebastian once said, everyone is a ferrari fan even when they say they’re not or something like that 🔥🔥🔥

user33 CONGRATULATIONS CHARLES!!! FINALLY WON!!!

carlossainz55 ay cropped my ‘carlos p3’ out 😖😖

yourusername this is a celebration post for my pookiest brother you are IRRELEVANT rn

carlossainz55 that was harsh

yourusername win YOUR home race and i’ll post one 4 u 👍👍

charles_leclerc je t’aime mon lutin ❤️

yourusername je t’aime mon coco 🫶🫶🫶

oscarpiastri congratulations to the man of the day, such an honour to stand next to you on the podium xx

arthur_leclerc man you gotta stop commenting on her posts, she’s going insane rn

oscarpiastri i’m sorry…?

yourusername NO DONT BE SORRY DONT LISTEN TO HIM IM COMPLETELY SANE

yourusername oscarpiastri please keep interacting with me i’m gonna die if you listen to arthur

oscarpiastri i guess i gotta text you now and then to make sure you don’t die

yourusername please do that

user34 do they know we can see that??

user35 idc im eating this up

user36 oscaryn truthers rise and shine

user37 atp i cant tell if hes interested or if hes doing that for his own entertainment

user38 probably both

user39 i LOVE how a celebration post for charles turned into an opportunity to flirt with oscar 😭😭

user40 she is NOT stronger than me because if i had a chance i’d took it

user41 setting her priorities straight

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oscarpiastri a quick but very much needed pit stop before zandvoort

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user42 someone check on yn ASAP

user43 yn one of us once again because we couldn’t bag oscar either 😭

user44 can yall stop talking abt that girl FOR ONCE no one gaf

landonorris looking good mate

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yourusername pls tell me you found more of these beautiful seashells and brought some back for me

oscarpiastri we did actually! y immediately thought abt you and picked the pretty ones

yourusername GOD. i love her give her a big hug from me

oscarpiastri will do maam 🫡🫡

user45 so it’s not yn in the pics?? NOOOOO

user46 my life is ruined rn

user47 throwing oscaryn into a memory box because oscar and his gf looks really cute together

charles_leclerc hope you had a great summer mate

oscarpiastri the best 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

user48 what if they r just trolling us because this caption looks really similar to the one yn posted before monaco???

user49 OMGGG YOURE ONTO SOMETHING

user50 hopefully on the way to the psych ward because this is some delulu shit

user51 soft launch over the summer 🥹🥹 hes so cute

user52 whoever his girl is, i just hope they’re happy and yall should too!

yourusername also plsplspls can y send me the id to the top?? it looks so cute from the back

user53 girl he wont choose you stop trying so hard 😭😭

user54 they can be friends ? lol

user55 does someone knows who the girl is???? i need to know its not yn 😭😭

user56 georgerussell63 tell us what you know 🫵🫵

georgerussell63 🤐🤐🤐

alex_albon he’s actually crying and gritting his teeth because he’d LOVE to tell

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gossipracegirl a rumour has it that a driver for formula one with a number eighty one was seen getting cozy with one of his on-track rival’s little sister, while in a relationship. was it a drunken mistake or was it all planned?

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user58 something is really wrong with leclercs one is a homie hopper and second is a homewrecker LOL

user59 shouldve happened in monaco so the people could get detained for invading their priacy like wtf WHO CARES

user60 all she do is bring bad pr to oscar BOO👎👎👎

user61 nooo oscar pookie you were supposed to be free from drama 😭😭

user62 gr63 in the likes LMAOO

user63 not yn being a homewrecker girl i liked u sm 😭😭

user64 yall acting like she’s in the wrong ? it gotta be consensual if they looked that chill n happy

user65 no wonder why yn has been streaming olivia rodrigo RELIGIOUSLY

user66 isnt that some type of incest atp?

user67 LMAOO imagine making out with your brother’s adopted son

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yourusername YALL THOUGHT. it was me all along :P i was giggling n kicking my feet pretending i know osco’s gf while it was ME. summer break vlog with osco coming up sooner than u think so please stop calling me a homewrecker 😖😖😖

also, girls don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, being yourself is what gets you an amazing guy even if your brother thinks youre embarrassing <3

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georgerussell63 ty for not SLACKING OFF anymore i barely could hold it inside 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

yourusername you told HALF the grid be for real brother you DID NOT hold it inside

fransisca.gomes no way oscar bagged you before i could 😭😭😭😭

yourusername i’m always gonna be yours kiks no one could take you away from me <3

francisca.gomes <3

pierregasly really thought getting u a bf would mean you leave MY girl alone

yourusername thinking is not your best thing, stick to racing

user68 shit user48 YOU WERE RIGHT

user48 NEVER DOUBT ME BITCHES

user69 this text?? oh he is down bad for you girl

user70 i need all of those bitches who called yn a homewrecker to APOLOGISE like rn

oscarpiastri thank you for letting me be a part of your life like this

user71 i know the girl is GIGGLING rn

yourusername thank YOU for making a part of YOUR life

user72 get yourself a man who THANKS you for being with you

user73 oscar piastri is the MAN

user74 osco 🥹🥹

user75 theyre the cutest your honour

arthur_leclerc cant believe you two are actually together

arthur_leclerc what is WRONG with you oscarpiastri

user76 SO OPPOSITES DOES ATTRACT

charles_leclerc i feel like i should tear those adoption papers apart no?

user77 nicole and pascale in the likes omg the moms r proud 🥹

hattiepiastri i miss youuuu come back to aus soon

yourusername I MISS YOU TOO 😭😭 i’ll be back soon!!

lorenzotl ❤️❤️❤️

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lilymhe double date when?

yourusername mark your calendar, we’ll be there 🫶

user78 does it mean we lose our favorite rbr girlie? 😭😭😭😖😖

user79 mclaren YOU TOOK HER AWAY FROM US 🫵

yourusername i am NOT wearing that ugly orange for a MAN (even if hes super gorgeous and sweet)

mclaren ☹️☹️☹️

landonorris it’s papaya

yourusername “it’s papaya” ☝️🤓

landonorris oscarpiastri please break up with her or you’re gonna be paying for my therapy

oscarpiastri send the bill mate, i’m in for the longest ride possible here

[speedyshark95]

Having to defend my favourite drivers with my life when someone irl asks me about them

(Starts ranting about it in the tags as always)

My boys

[meganegatari]

i was busy having a mental breakdown only i saw this art and just about creamed my pj pantaloons so i needed to do something about that!!!!! cait i love you my beautiful princess with a couple disorders but that should be me RAHHH hi vi nation i have something for yall (also written in like 2 seconds be nice)

nsfw drabble—overstimming vi. 18+ content. sub!vi, fingering, overstimulation, squirting, brief mention of masturbation, vi body hair mention (you already KNOWWW) + aftercare.

orgasms climbing high into the double digits—yet you still weren't done with her. actually far from it, you felt like pushing her buttons, both literally and figuratively.

vi is spent, so limp and exhausted laying next to you, powdery blues begging for your mercy. but you didn't falter. you sat on your knees to the fiery haired woman's side, your fingers—coated with her slick from previous rounds—prancing upon her defined abs. you traced from under her ribcage, to each individual muscle on her torso, down to the wispy strands of magenta hair of her happy trail increasing in thickness until you reached the vermillion tangle resting on her mound, but before you could part her swollen lips once more, you heard her wince from above.

“fuck babe— s'too much, im- hahh, i dunno how much more…” she trails off, her whiny voice music to your ears, the sweetest candy to your sadistic soul.

her eyelids fluttered open while her chest heaved and head lolled against the pillow underneath—strings of hair stuck to her forehead. her face was shiny, with sweat or even tears, it made her shimmer. the apples of her cheeks were as crimson as prime picking season, a stark contrast from the vulgar mess between her trembling thighs.

her hips twitch—the smallest jerk upward—paired with a woeful plea from her clenched jaw, she needed you again. enough time had passed, and you were ready to give her everything you had.

“one more?” you quip at her, honeyed voice deepening her blush.

with that, she manages a brisk nod.

and like so, that was your cue to resume your descent.

you watch her like a hawk, grazing her skin with an agonizing feather-light touch, revel in how her breathing visibly quickens—gods this sexual intimacy was otherworldly.

tattooed biceps rise to shield her face, arms crossing and settling atop her eyes, but you still had a good view.

your stare unmoving, you skip down to tease her inner thighs, kneading the flesh lovingly—playing with the webs of essence that decorated her.

a whine fills the air, she was growing impatient.

you comply, finally moving your hand up to where she needs you most, you part her and break your line of sight away from her face to marvel at how she sucks your middle two digits in, her back arching.

she lets out a breathy moan—an unguarded sound that makes your own core ache, and you find her thumping clit and press on the bud with your thumb.

you see her mouth fall open, her shallow heaves quickly turning into animalistic pants, the release was bubbling inside her already.

you begin to circle her bundle of nerves gently, your two digits simultaneously pumping in and out of her quivering walls—her sounds only growing more and more lewd. this was pornographic, but the way she didn't hold back flipped a switch inside you.

you press down harder, then flick her swollen clit up and down until she jolts, your assault on her g-spot inside causing spurts of pearlescent cum to land on your hard at work forearm.

you were so mesmerized, so focused, you could even call it entranced by her. you had to fight the urge to shove your free hand down your own undergarments and soothe the build up there but you resisted, this was about her.

her whimpers and groans came in time with your rhythmic, regular thrusts, you felt her pussy spasming as another orgasm rushed through her, overtaking her entirely.

the sight, the syrupy squelching sounds and the smell of her sex drove you insane.

you continue to fuck her all the way through the high, until her eyes were welling up with tears and her knuckles lost their color from how hard she was gripping at everything around her—her hair, the sheets, you.

when it got too much, she squirmed away from you instinctively, and you obeyed to not hurt her. you'd never do so.

“you're so fucking hot vi, fuck—the things you do to me…” you mutter under your breath, taking in the sight of her fucked out form. she really was ethereal.

you put your fingers in your mouth to clean up, sighing at her sweetness.

she continued to lay there before you, only this time with a faint smile on her pretty lips.

her eyes were closed, and she looked so peaceful. before she fell asleep you dashed to get a damp washcloth and very gingerly wiped up the remnants of her pleasure from her creamy skin, grinning all the while.

when you were done, you tossed it to the side and joined her horizontally, nuzzling into her embrace.

deciding to make a joke, you try, “what do you say, one more?”

luckily you're met with a belly laugh from your love, and a playful shove to your shoulder.

“not a chance. next time it's your turn, i'll make you cum until you cry.”

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[mundanenonsense]

biker!simon x learnerdriver!reader

3869 words.

completely self indulged drabble inspired by what happened during my most recent driving lesson lol

enjoy xoxo

(edit: so there might be a part 2 coming…)

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“We are in a 40 zone, you know you can go faster than 25? This will get you failed on the test.”

Terrie, your driving instructor sighed once again, looking at the speedometer as she rubbed her forehead with frustration. 

“Well, I’d rather be safe than sorry, there could be another car coming from behind the bend and-“ A frustrated whine escaped your lips as you squeezed the steering wheel tighter, shifting a little in the drivers seat before you gently tickled the gas with your foot, increasing the speed by a few miles. You’d been learning to drive for a month now, two double lessons a week, having passed your theory test with flying colours before you even decided to sit behind the wheel, this should all be a piece of piss. 

Well, it wasn’t. 

You cursed yourself for quitting your lessons when you were 17. Should have just done it then when you were a headstrong, confident teenager. Who would have known that 8 years later you would be a little scaredy cat, who was afraid of driving this big metal tin faster than 30 miles per hour?

Definitely not you. 

You were a great backseat driver after all, you just assumed it would come as easy for you if you were the one actually in the driving seat. 

Couldn’t be more wrong.

The responsibility overwhelmed you and fear of other drivers messing up was crushing any kind of confidence that you may have held.

You leaned forward as if that was going to make it easier for you to notice possible hazards as you took the turn.

“I know you’re scared of country roads, but you have nothing to worry about. Come on, gas, gas, gas.” Terrie tried to urge you on, but your foot stayed firmly in place as you silently stood (or sat) your ground (car seat). 

And then suddenly you flinched, a loud sound of an engine revving behind you made you jump a little in your seat, instinctively (and stupidly) making you attempt to turn to the side. Towards the hedge. The instructor immediately grabbed the hold of the wheel, straightening it up after your sudden jolt. 

“It’s fine, breathe, focus on the road, relax your shoulders, it’s just an idiot on the bike behind us.” She said, her voice soft as if she attempted to soothe you, used to the anxiety that ravaged you from the inside every single time you were in her car. She slowly let go off the wheel when you steadied your hands on it once again, taking in a deep shaky breath.

Your eyes snapped to the rear view mirror where you saw a large, black motorcycle ridden by an equally large man dressed in a black hoodie and pants, following you in little slaloms as if he was actively trying to show you how bored out of his mind he is. 

“What should I do?” You asked quickly, squeezing your hands on the wheel tighter as he revved the engine again, your knuckles turning white from the strain. 

“Well, if you’re not gonna speed up, steer to the left and let him overtake us, he should just go, there’s plenty of space.” Terrie said, looking over her shoulder as the biker started to near closer, sitting almost on the butt of your car. 

“Why is he doing this! It’s dangerous, what if I had to suddenly break!” You groaned in frustration as you let the wheel turn gently to the left, switching your gaze between the empty road ahead and the biker behind you. 

One thing Simon didn’t expect on his early morning ride to his mother’s house was traffic or any obstacles on the roads. Because nobody really expects that at 6am on a Saturday. The roads should be empty. And the majority of the drive from the base was smooth sailing. Perfect really. It was sunny, late spring in all its beauty with clear skies, chirping birds, bright warm sun and just calmness. He was able to push his Harley forward, not worrying about many drivers, leaning forward, feeling the strong engine beneath him and the wind rattling his clothes, music blasting through the headphones he wore under his helmet. 

It relaxed him. 

Soothed him.

Helped him get rid of the excess post deployment adrenaline that coursed in his veins. 

All he had to worry about in this moment was the machine beneath him and that was far easier than having to worry about the lives of soldiers who fought along his side. His friends. Brothers in arms who he both bled for and spilled blood for. No flying bullets, no blood, no screams, no thinking on his feet just to make sure he survived another minute. 

He had complete control right now. Over himself, over the bike and over the seemingly empty country road he was cruising.

It couldn’t be better.

That’s until he noticed a learner driver car ahead of him and with a little frustrated sigh he naturally slowed down, finally going within the speed limit. Not for long though. The miles on the speedometer were still dropping as his foot stayed firmly on the break when he realised the car in front of him was going much slower than he anticipated. 

Because for some reason, this idiot in the car thought it was okay to drive more than 10 miles under the speed limit. 

And yes, that idiot might have been a learner and Simon himself might have been an idiot for going a little (a lot) over the advised speed, but that didn’t matter now. 

Maybe they were gonna pull over? That must have been the reason why they were going so slow. Surely.

Nope. 

Apparently this wasn’t the case and he quickly realised it.

Simon revved the engine loudly with a sharp turn of his wrist, his eyes stuck on the little white car ahead of him. 

And then it swayed to the left right towards the hedge, before suddenly straightening up. He couldn’t help but chuckle under his nose, shaking his head slightly. How can a rev of an engine startle someone? At this point he didn’t even bat an eye to explosions happening 10 meters away from him or sudden sounds of firing guns. It was nothing. Pathetic.

Whoever was driving clearly didn’t plan on going any faster.

Simon thought it was a blessing that they’ve managed to move forward at all with how fucking slow the car was moving. 

No more fucking control for Simon.

All the control was in the hands of the the driver of the white learner car. You.

It’s not like he was in a rush. His mother was still probably asleep, he didn’t even announce to her that he was back. He rarely did. He preferred to just turn up. It avoided him any unnecessary questions that he much more preferred to answer in person than over text or phone call. He wasn’t even sure if he even remembered to turn his phone on when they returned to the base. Not like he had many people to contact apart from his team, his mother and Tommy and the former have seen him a few hours ago during the debrief anyway.

Simon didn’t need the unnecessary distractions. 

There was also nothing that compared to the smile on his mother’s face when she would see him standing unannounced in the door or when she would find him in her kitchen, casually sipping on his black tea after he silently sneaked into the house using his set of keys. Just like he planned to do today.

If only this god forsaken wannabe driver would move faster, he’d be able to relax sooner. He would be in one of the few safe places that he secretely cherished so much nursing his favourite tea, waiting for his mum to finally come downstairs and insist on cooking him a breakfast.

Normally he would just overtake, but the rural road that they were driving through was too wavy for him to do it safely. 

And as much as he was risking his life on the field, he wasn’t that much of a fucking twat to kill himself or anyone else in the close proximity. Like the learner driver and their instructor, who he thought must have been a shitty instructor letting them go this slowly. 

No, he knew when to take a step back.

But then the driver moved to the side, leaving him a wider opening. 

How lovely. Maybe he would get to his mum’s house about the time that he planned instead of next year.

He urged forward, flicking his visor up with a little curiosity, trying to catch the reflection of the person driving. He betted on an older person. Maybe a pruned grandad having to take some refresher lessons?

And as soon as he saw your wide, pretty, worried eyes, staring right fucking back at him in your rearview mirror, he could have sworn that the music playing in his ears paused, the world suddenly became brighter, his lungs got twice as full as he took a ragged breath and everything finally started to make sense. His assumptions went to fuck themselves. 

How could he ever be pissed off at someone with such pretty eyes? 

If you wanted to go slow, you had every single right to go slow. 

He would happily stay behind you, even if you moved at a snail pace, he would happily follow even if you decided to go even slower. 

Because that oh so beautifully and blissfully extended the time that he would be able to stare at your eyes. 

Because fuck, he was done in. Completely gone. Absolutely fucking fucked up.

Simon Riley would gladly write to the government or wherever he would have to write try to get every single speed limit around adjusted so that you didn’t have to go faster than you were going now. 

Your eyes flickered between the road ahead and his reflection in the rear view mirror, feeling his stare on you. Your cheeks reddened and panic settled. Why was he not overtaking? He was supposed to! That’s how the roads worked. If someone was going too slow for your liking, you’d overtake them. You were used to it, it happened before more often than you’d like to admit, but still.

“He’s not overtaking! What should I do?!” You squealed nervously. 

You knew you pissed off other drivers on the roads, which was one of the reasons why you always did both your weekly lessons on the early weekend mornings. It meant there was less of a chance of you feeling like a total failure since the streets were practically empty. And now having this biker practically sitting on your ass, catching his dark eyes every time you looked in the mirror, made you feel like you were gonna throw up. 

Was he judging you? Was he angry? Was he just staying there to torment you and make you feel like you were doing a bad job? Well, Mr Biker, tough shit, your brain was already working overtime guilt tripping you into thinking you were the biggest liability.

“We gave him the chance, just go back to the middle of the lane.” Terrie said calmly and turned around in her seat, looking over her shoulder at the biker.

And Simon wanted to murder that woman on the spot. It wasn’t the judgy, annoyed look on her face that angered him. It wasn’t the fact that she clearly shook her head at him as he watched her mouth something that he couldn’t quite distinguish. 

Her big fucking head covered the mirror view as she looked at him. Even if it was just for a brief few moments.

He couldn’t stare at you anymore. 

Well, he could. Eventually. Quite quickly actually.

But the few seconds that he couldn’t see those pretty eyes, which now glistened so beautifully with suppressed tears, seemed to drag out into eternity. 

Why were you so worried little driver? 

Did the instructor upset you? 

Did she say something nasty to you about your absolutely perfect driving? 

Don’t worry, you sweet little thing, you could quit driving with her, Simon would teach you better. He was a great teacher. Not that he ever taught anyone how to drive. But he taught plenty of people how to survive out on the field. How to handle a gun. How to disarm someone in all but 3 simple moves. Yeah. Simon would surely be able to teach you to drive. He would make sure you felt safe, since you so clearly didn’t. Whether that was in the car or in his arms as he cradled you so close to him, cupping your cheeks, stroking his thumbs lightly over the cheekbones as he gazed into those pretty, fucking eyes. He would bathe you in praises every time you did something right. Because fucking hell, maybe then those worried eyes would become a little less worried.

And if you wanted to quit driving altogether, that would be okay too.

Simon would happily become your personal chauffeur if it meant keeping your worries at bay. Although he would try to push for your independence, for the sake of it whilst he was out on deployment. But whenever he was back, you would never have to get into the drivers seat again if you didn’t want to. He’d drive your ass wherever your little, precious heart desired.

You’d make such a pretty passenger princess in his car, responsible for the radio, relaxing in the seat, his hand splayed on your thigh, stroking it tenderly as you looked at him with those pretty eyes that he could not hold himself back from gazing into at every single possible chance he got.

He’d slowly get you used to high speeds.

Well, higher than 30. 

Not ever higher than 70. 

Ever. 

Even if it was him driving.

He could never risk his precious cargo, whether that would be in a car or on the back of his bike as your arms would wrap around him securely. He would make you hold onto his hoodie or his leathers (probably his leathers, since he would have to set out a good example for you if he would make you wear yours too after he bought them). No more speeding for Simon. Not even to tease you. How could he ever risk you getting hurt?

You’d still cling on so tightly, no matter how fast he was going. He just knew it. 

His head shook out of the daydream as the flicker of your left indicator came to life and with each annoying twinkle, his heart shattered more and more. 

You were turning left. 

Well, not yet.

You were currently slowing down even more as you approached a closed view junction, even though it was a good 70 meters ahead.

You thoughtful little thing, so fucking considerate as you practically teased him with the dagger that you were about to pierce right through his chest. 

“Do you think he’s angry…?”

Terrie turned her head to stare at you with a deadpan expression as you asked the question, your eyes once again meeting Simon’s as you hesitantly approached the junction. 

“He probably enjoyed the nap.” 

That didn’t make you feel better. You were on a verge of a mental breakdown, stress manifesting itself in the tremor of your jaw, knuckles stiff and white from how hard you were squeezing the wheel. 

You hated every single moment of this. 

Felt like a liability. 

Maybe driving just wasn’t for you and you should get over the fact that until you were rich enough to uber everywhere, you would have to make do with the public transport. 

There were worse things than being squeezed on a bus with a tonne of grocery bags amongst strangers who hated this just as much as you did.

For example annoying every single other driver on the road. 

Your desperation to people please could not handle that.

“Can we not cut the lesson short today and just get me home?”

“You need to learn, I’m not letting you give up on yourself, come on, turn left at the junction and we will practice some maneuvers at a parking, okay?”

You nodded as you stopped at the junction, to assess if it was safe for you to move out onto the road, the black bike pulled up next to you, his right indicator on. 

Simon stared at you right through the window and fuck, if he thought your eyes were pretty, seeing your right profile was like bashing his already cracked heart with a hammer. 

For a moment he questioned taking a detour. All the tiredness and need for the comfort of his mother’s home suddenly disappeared and all that the man needed was to take a turn left and stay right behind you.

You hesitantly looked to the left, leaning a little over the wheel, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth before you turned your gaze to the right to check if there were any cars approaching (which there weren’t, this was a countryside road at 6am, duh). And by chance your eyes met again. 

Well, not strictly by chance. There was actually no chance in that whatsoever. You knew he was staring. You could feel it. His gaze never left you from the moment he decided to stay behind you instead of overtaking. You didn’t want to look back at him, but when you turned your head, you knew you couldn’t stop yourself. He was right there, looking right at you through the little gap in his helmet, where the visor had been lifted. 

His dark eyes narrowed, making him look almost angry, turning your stomach. You swallowed heavily, afraid that you might just accidentally throw up.

You felt guilty. 

What if you didn’t give him enough space to overtake and that’s why he was stuck behind you? Was he in a rush? 

He looks so angry…

Simon watched with curiosity, squinting a little, trying to ignore the glare of the sun in the closed window as your pretty, full, pink lips mouthed ‘I’m sorry.’ and he wasn’t sure if his heart could take it anymore. 

Why were you apologising little, sweet driver? 

He shook his head quickly, as you turned yours back to the road and he watched you attempt to set off. He wanted to reassure you. Tell you everything was okay. That he wasn’t angry. That you didn’t have to apologise for anything because even if you decided to fucking run him over at that painfully slow speed, making it a torture, he would probably thank you and ask you to do it again, if that was the only interaction you two would have. 

You tried to get away from him. From the stressful situation you’ve found yourself in. From the stupid wavy country road. 

Except that the car fucking stalled.

The frown on your face deepened as you tried to start it off again but it immediately stalled again, the car jerking forward a little.

You were so close to just getting out and walking your way back home. Eyes welling up with tears that stung and made everything slightly blurry. You didn’t care anymore. The words of your instructor seemed to melt into nothing as they filled the car with a calm tone, when she gently talked you through it. 

You tried to follow. You really did. Everything to get away and save yourself from even more embarrassment that made your cheeks burn like fire and your throat tighten, making it difficult to breathe. 

Clutch all the way down, gear into neutral, turn the key, gear into first and slowly release the clutch as you gas, gas, gas, gas! Come on, just use the gas, it wont hurt you! There we go, that’s it!

And just like that you were gone from him, driving away down the road, suddenly much faster than he anticipated you to, as he stayed at the junction, rubbing his eyes through the opening in his helmet. Simon was pressing his fingers hard, unsure if he was trying to erase you from his eyelids or permanently imprint you into them so that every time he closed them, he could see you.

“Fuck my life.” He murmured to himself and leaned his gloved hands back down on the handlebars as he set off, turning right onto the main road. 

Realistically, he knew he would never see you again. 

There was no chance of that.

He should have used that moment at the junction when you stalled, gotten off his bike and unscrewed one of the nuts from the bolts that held the frame of the harley together and dropped to his knee, begging you to marry him. 

From the short moment that he looked away from your face and towards your hands squeezing the wheel, he saw they were delicate, small, much smaller than his and empty. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Surely a nut would fit.

Surely.

And if it didn’t, he would drag you onto the back of his bike and take you to the nearest jeweller for you to choose an actual ring. 

He didn’t care about the price. 

If you were willing to marry him, he would spend whatever he needed to. 

And you surely would want to marry him, wouldn’t you? Would a promise of you never having to sit behind the steering wheel be good enough of a reason? 

What he definitely was sure of was that his mother would appreciate to find him in her kitchen sipping the usual tea, but this time with a pretty bird perched up on his lap. She’d been asking if he’s found anyone for years after all. 

Well, now he has found someone. 

He has found you. 

Except that you turned left before he got to do anything about it. 

And he was stupid enough not to follow. 

He didn’t even know your name, but he knew that you were the one who he was going to spend the rest of his life with. Future Mrs Riley. The woman who’s eyes he would gaze into every single night before you two fell asleep, and he would desperately try to drag out that moment, chatting your ears off, keeping you awake, keeping you entertained. 

Simon would do anything. Any. Fucking. Thing.

But he had to find you again first. And that may prove harder than anticipated since he knew nothing about you. He should have at least memorised the number plate to possibly use it to find you on the list of people the instructor insured onto her car. 

But if Simon Riley was good at anything, it was finishing what he started. He was conditioned into discipline. Self drive. Challenging himself. He enjoyed being pushed and working all the difficult shit out. And he wouldn’t give up until a bolt nut from his bike or a ring, almost as pretty as your eyes (because nothing could possibly compare to how stunning they were to Simon) was on your finger and you were right in his arms.

[slytherinshua]

ALARM

genre. fluff. warnings. not proofread. pairing. riku x reader. wc. 464. request. requested by anon for #5: "five more minutes please. I don’t wanna leave you.” a/n. look at sleepy riku he's sooo pretty :( most massive brainrot i think that might've singlehandedly made him my top bias wrecker...

Riku had a habit of oversleeping. From the very first day you slept over with him, you figured it out. Waking him up was easy, and there were many ways to do it. If you so much as kissed his forehead, like the sleeping beauty he was, he would open his eyes. But he just loved to fall back asleep, which is where the problem came in.

His alarm had gone off almost 4 times already now, and each time he woke up to snooze it, he would soon fall back asleep after mumbling something about how warm the blankets were or how tired he was. By the time the alarm went off the 4th time, you turned it off instead, deciding to take matters into your hands. If he kept this up, Riku was sure to be late to practice.

You knew he was awake, you could feel him nuzzle his head against the crook of your neck, almost as if he knew you would force him to get up and didn’t want you to. He could never say no to you; it was embarrassing how quickly he could fold. He was such a simp. Some days he took it with pride, other days he felt as if it was unfair just how down bad he was. If he wasn’t so in love with you, it would be much easier to get his way.

“Riku, baby.” You started in a soft voice, immediately earning a whine from your boyfriend who only tightened his grip on you.

“Five more minutes, please. I don’t wanna leave you.” He pleaded, his groggy voice muffled by the blankets and pillows.

“You have practice today. It’s already 7.” You nudged him, trying to find a way to get his body off of yours. But he was much stronger than you, and had at least double the determination you did in staying right where he was.

“Just five minutes, I promise.” He mumbled, already on the edge of sleep again. You had to admit he did look so comfortable snuggled so closely to you. And he was warm, and smelled really nice, and…

“Fine, just five more minutes.” You surrendered, your hand finding his back as you started to stroke it. After all, he had been working so hard lately. He deserved a little more sleep since he wanted it so bad. Plus, how could you ever say no to your boyfriend?

Riku sighed in content, pleasant goosebumps rising on his skin as you scratched his back gently. He let sleep overtake him again, mentally preparing to explain to Sion how his alarm just hadn’t worked that morning. Him wanting to stay in bed with you? No, no, that was so unlike him. It was definitely the alarm’s fault.

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[sanguineterrain]

Femjay you say 👀 how about the classic "you're alive?!" confrontation with a sprinkle of pining

sprinkle of pining you say-oh dear! i've dumped the whole bag in! along with a jar of erotic violence! whoopsies...

female!jason todd x afab!reader. violence, angy jay, reader being held down, crying, reunion. remember that girl best friend you had highkey lesbian tension with? yeah.

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It's her eyes you recognize first, oddly enough, through her cracked helmet. You shouldn't recognize her at all, with how everything about her has changed. Even the way she looks at you is different. You've never seen Jay Todd so ferocious.

"You weren't supposed to be here!" she screams.

It's true, you weren't. You stumbled across your dead best friend by accident, found her hissing and vicious with a shattered helmet and a smoking gun. Four dead men surround her.

"Get out."

All you can do is stare. She's alive. She's back. She's yours.

"Jay..."

Okay, you lied. This wasn't an accident. This was fate that you played a hand in. This was what was bound to happen after Jay got too close, let herself get seen. You've had an itch for months, eyes on your back. You're a civilian now, sure, but you loved a bat once.

She pries off her helmet and your breath hitches. God, she's beautiful.

"What is wrong with you? You could've fuckin' gotten shot."

Your legs start moving. Your arms part. You expect the feel of a soft cape between your fingers, black curls to tickle your chin due to a height difference you never let her forget.

Jay drops her gun, grabs your wrists, and knocks the wind out of you in a graceful takedown. You can't even be mad.

"You're alive," you choke out.

When she was Robin, you had a slim chance of physically overtaking her. Now, double in size and muscle, Jay keeps you pushed to the ground with no chance of getting free. Her hands hold you by your wrists, body hovering close so you can't move much.

Her eyes are wild. A mix of blue and green. More green than you remember. Her irises have swallowed her pupils and her curls are knotted and frizzy. You feel inexplicably hunted.

"How dare you?" she spits. "How fuckin' dare you come here?"

"Jay," you say softly, unable to keep your eyes fixed on one part of her. You're afraid to blink and make her disappear.

"I could've shot you," she says. "You could be dead right now."

"You're a good shot."

You mean it as a compliment. Jay only seems to get angrier.

"I have to be. I'm the only one keeping myself alive," she says. You make a weak noise in your throat.

"I should've looked for you," you say.

She scoffs. "Don't say stupid shit. You're smarter than that."

"I should've," you insist. "I should've found you. I felt you."

"Yeah? Feel how I could tear you apart? It comes so easy now, you have no idea. 'M fuckin' soaked with blood."

You stay silent. Jay's eyes flash. She leans in, breath hot on your ear.

"Are you scared?" she asks like she knows the answer.

But she doesn't.

Your legs part further so she can kneel comfortably. You shake your head.

Jay snarls. "You should be. I've killed people. I'll keep killing."

"It's okay," you say. "You're angry. It's okay to be angry. I don't blame you. No one does."

"Stop talking like that!" she yells, tears in her eyes. "Stop talking like we're friends. We aren't friends. You don't know me!"

"But I do," you say, limp beneath her, like a lamb caught in a wolf's bite. "Jay, I do."

"No, you don't," she snaps. Her voice is mocking, brittle. "You know your fancy publishing job in a big shiny office, away from this shithole, and-and fuckin' Paul from Marketing who brings you banana pancakes from the diner."

Your breath comes out in a careful exhale. "You've been keeping tabs on me. How long have you been back?"

Jay's mouth quivers as she bares her teeth. "I took you to that diner. It was mine first."

"It never stopped being yours," you say quietly.

"You—" Jay growls in frustration. Her hands squeeze your wrists. "This isn't how it's s'posed to go. Hate me, hate me. I'm a monster."

"You're not."

"You're fuckin' deluded," she says, eyes glassy with tears. "Fuckin'—sleep so heavy, like I can't slip in and smother you. No one would know. Make tea in your-your robe, don't even pull the curtains shut. I can see you. Anyone can."

"I missed you, Jay," you say, a heart-shaped lump in your throat.

"And so what?" she asks, tears falling down her cheeks. "So fuckin' what if you missed me? You kept living."

You try to pull your hand free, and to your surprise, you do. Jay lets you slip out of her grip. You use your free hand to hold her scarred cheek, wipe her tears with your thumb.

Jay is perfectly still for several moments. Then she wraps two big hands around your ribs, pulls your shoulders forward like nothing, and rests her cheek on your chest. She shakes into your skin, kneeling between your legs.

You hug her head, smell her new-old smell, and let her curls tickle your chin once again.

[secretlovezz]

Gurl pls drop more loby-dovey(cringe ik but ya) oneshots with simon , I mean it's completely ur choice, depends on ur vibe but the way u write is so 🤌🏻bonita , that I wish there was more fluff simon

Ty for the request beautiful 🫶

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Simons is not very good with feelings; but he likes to think he has a hold of his, that he can control and regulate himself on and off the field. He tries to convince himself that a soldier of his stature doesn't have a need for too many emotions, ones of love or sadness aren't useful when the weight of a gun sits heavy in his palms, that it's better he lacks the feelings so many others spend their lives letting rule them.

He finds out very quickly that he's wrong when he meets you.

You, his roommate, the sweet woman who still tries to sheepishly stay out of his way in fear of being a burden even after living together for a little over a year- you don't seem to realize that he wouldn't have kept you around this long if he thought you were going to bother him-, the beautiful woman who he so often finds himself distracted by, unable to keep himself from constantly admiring your effortless allurement.

Never before now has he wanted to get home to something- someone- so intensely. He yearns pathetically to see your face, to hear your voice, hell even to smell the coconut shampoo you use that he so often complains is too overpowering of a smell, he just wants you.

His hand trembles from what he would never out loud say is excitement as he wrangles his key to unlock the door of your shared flat. when he opens the door to find the smell of you cooking he feels his chest expand with a warmth he wasn't expecting, the feeling overtakes him and he's quickly ripping his boots off and shoving his duffel from his shoulder to the floor.

Almost like you can sense him you turn around just as he walks into the kitchen, and God does the smile that you give him make his heart skip a beat.

Your eyes dart from his to the pot where you stir some sort of sauce almost nervously, "Hi! I uh- I didn't think you'd be home so soon! But good news, your in time for dinner." Your lips curl up even more.

Simon doesn't say anything just continues to stare, taking you in, he missed you.

His silence leaves you a little unnerved and your feet shuffle in place, fuzzy socks softly patting against the hardwood, "Are you um-," your eyes flicker to his for a moment and he relishes in it, "Are you okay?" Again he stares and just when your lips part to speak once more he beats you to it.

"I missed you."

Your eyes widen at his confession and now it's your turn to stare, blinking slowly and lips parting in shock instead of trying to respond.

He takes a step forward, inching closer to you, and repeats himself, "I missed you."

When he takes a deep breath his body almost looks like it takes up double the space, "I miss you the second I walk out that door... and I think of you every second I'm away. Is that... wrong?" The natural rumble of his powerful voice masks the shakiness of his words.

For a moment you're stunned, he missed you? He probably doesn't even realize how much you've longed to hear those words spill from his lips, You've had dreams about this.

This time you take a step towards him- then another and another and another- until your chest almost meets his. Your fingers graze his calloused ones before making the move to hold his hands, "It's not wrong Simon, not a single thing wrong about that... because I miss you too- all the time," you hate the way your voice trembles, "and I think- I think I love you, is that okay? Will you let me love you, Simon?"

Would he let you love him? Would he let you take care of him in a way no one dared to for as long as he remembers? Does he even deserve that?

He doesn't think he cares about what he deserves because he wants this, he wants you, he wants this life, he wants anything you'll offer him and he'll treasure it with every fiber of his being.

"Yes... please."

I know this is short and fast-paced but I've been struggling to write, and had an idea so I wrote it out as quickly as I could 😭

[torturedtypewritersdept]

blue eyes + bruises - blurb - she has your eyes

✯ pairing:

doctor!rafe cameron x fem!reader

✯ summary:

a tragic car accident looks like it'll be the end for you, but dr. cameron is here to make sure that doesn't happen.

✯ warnings:

mature themes, mentions of anxiety, nostalgia, and fear, car accident, death of a spouse (not rafe or y/n), major surgery, injuries, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, etc.

✯ a/n:

nothing!! please don't engage if you have a hard time with any of these topics <3 this was origianlly posted on my old blog @/illicitfixations, @/lovelornanonymity back in 2021/2022 and i have rewritten + reshared it here :) the next chapter i spent literally so much time on and i can't wait to share it!!!!

You stood at the reception area of the emergency department, an olive green smock-style dress draped over your form as you held the underside of your nine-month-old belly in an attempt to ease the pain of the fifth contraction you’d had in the past hour. You squeezed your eyes shut again as another wave of pain passed over you. 

“Can you page Dr. Rafe Cameron, please?” 

You asked the nurse through clenched teeth who you weren’t familiar with; ‘she must be a new grad’ you thought to yourself. Where’s Jenni when you really need her?

“I sure can, may I ask what he needs to be paged for?” 

You couldn’t blame this newly hired nurse for her question, you were sure that she was wondering why a woman who looked to be in active labor was wanting her to page an orthopedic surgeon. You knew it was procedure unless you were family for them to ask what the doctor was needed for and if you were in your right mind, you would’ve recognized that. But, you weren’t in your right mind – the not sleeping because of the pain in your pelvis was getting to you and with Rafe working days so he could be at home with you at night, there was no way you could wake him up and ask him to do the massage that the physical therapist had taught you. You let out an exasperated sigh and just as you did, Jenni, your most favorite person in the entire world, turned the corner. You were anxious for many reasons; your body about to push out a baby was first on the list, needing to find your husband was second, and the third, and most looming dreadfully, was the fact that apart from lunches and picking your husband up and doctor’s appointments, you hadn’t been in the hospital in a long time – you hadn’t been a patient in a long time and the anxiety of it all was threatening to overtake you completely.

“Ma’am, what does he need to be paged for?” 

The new grad nurse, who you now realized was named Lizzie, asked you again at the same time that Jenni made her way behind the desk. As you read her name tag – you hyper fixated on whether or not it was short for Elizabeth or something else. You and Rafe had thrown around the name Elizabeth for a middle name – a tribute to the eldest Cameron girl, but had decided against it. You wanted your sweet baby to be unique and to grow into her own name, not be in the shadow of someone else’s. 

“Hey, sweet girl, are you looking for Dr. Handsome?” 

She joked, knowing who you had been asking for before even hearing the contents of the conversation in front of her. 

“Yeah.” 

You spoke meekly and Jenni watched you carefully as you squeezed your eyes shut, this time doubling over and yelling out as the contraction attempted to bring you to your knees. She quickly made her way over to you, grabbing your hand in hers and taking your hospital bag from your shoulders, doing her best to bring you back to an upright position. 

“I think we’re having this sweet baby, today, mama.” 

You gingerly nodded with fear stricken eyes. Being back here – in a place where you spent so much of your time – where you met your husband, but also where you struggled to walk again, where you almost died; it all has quickly become too much to handle and you needed Rafe to remind you of the strength it gave you, the beautiful little girl you were about to bring into this world, and the wonderful life it had helped you create. You just needed him and you just needed him now. 

“I can’t do it without him, Jenni. I need you to find him.” 

Your pleading eyes told her all she needed to know – you were scared – and she hadn’t seen you look this way in a long time. 

“Lizzie, call the OR and let Dr. Cameron know that his wife is in labor.” 

She instructed, tone forceful but kind before she looked back at you. 

“Look at me, mama. He’s gonna be with you soon, I promise. But, right now, I’m gonna take you up to Dr. Lebel’s office, okay?” 

It only made sense to move your OB-GYN’s office to the hospital; Rafe worked here and it made attending appointments much easier. Not to mention, he no longer likes the idea of you in a car by yourself, even five years after your accident. You nodded your head at Jenni’s words and let her lead you to the elevator and up to the fourth floor, where Dr. Lebel’s office was located. 

-

You were in the waiting room for ten minutes when Rafe came barreling through the door. You couldn’t help but giggle at how disheveled he was – still draped in the same scrubs he had left the house in that morning; but hair messy and all over the place, and that fucking mustache; even nine months pregnant and in extreme pain, it was heating up your core. You made grabby hands at him like a baby and he obliged with the Rafe Cameron smile, pulling you in for a hug and rubbing your back with both of his hands. 

“Hi, mama. What’s going on, sweetheart?” 

He asked, sweetly, happy to see you, of course, but concerned by the tone of voice Lizzie used when she called the operating room. He quickly got another doctor to step in and finish the surgery he was performing so he could be with you just in case your little bean decided to make her debut into the world, today of all days. 

“I didn’t sleep at all last night.” 

You said, moving to sit back down into the chair as another contraction made its way into your atmosphere, yet again. You doubled over, the pain was growing sharper each time and they were becoming closer together. You knew you were going to meet your baby girl very soon. Rafe moved quickly, grabbing your hands so you didn’t fall forward and scooting you back into the chair that sat in a sea of ones just like it in the somewhat empty waiting room. You opened your eyes as the wave of pain passed and you panted for breath, the fullness of your belly moved up and down with the correlation of your breasts as your lungs expanded to try and get more air. Rafe waited with kind eyes and a patient tongue, letting you finish explaining what was going on before opening his mouth to speak. 

“I tossed and turned all night – the pain in my pelvis – it was just too much.” 

You let out an exasperated sigh, growing quiet as you waited for him to respond. His strong hands moved to your head as he began to rub soothing circles into your hair. The two of you were no strangers to the effects that the accident had on your pregnancy and pelvic pain from the previously crushed bones that Rafe reorchestrated and seemingly put back together was one of them. He was proactive; getting you quickly into prenatal physical therapy by the end of your first trimester and going to every appointment with you, listening to the physical therapist and massaging your hips in the way you liked so much every time he could. 

“Why didn’t you wake me up, baby? I would’ve done that massage you like.” 

He spoke and you almost melted, knowing that had you just woke him, the thing you wanted was what he would’ve done anyways; how very – Rafe Cameron of him.  

“I didn’t want to wake you, sweet boy. I knew you had to work.” 

You replied, cupping his cheek. 

“Yeah, but you’re more important than anything here. You know that, mama. You and my sweet girl in your little tummy are so much more important.” 

Rafe was selfless and if Molly’s death taught him anything, it was not to take the ones you love for granted. That was something he never intended to do again and it was a lesson that had stuck with him, even seven years later. You put your forehead to his and he kissed your nose before you continued with the events of the morning. 

“Anyways, the pain spread from my hips to my tummy this morning and when I had five contractions in an hour, I came in. I think we’re about to have a baby.” 

He almost squealed in excitement. 

“I can’t wait, mama. My girl is giving me a baby girl.” 

He spoke in content as the door flung open and the nurse called your name for you to come back and see the doctor. Rafe stood and grabbed your hand, helping you move to your feet ever so slowly, the nine-month-old bump you sported made you teeter and the last thing he wanted was for you to fall. His protective hands guided you through the threshold of the door. 

-

You made your way to the room after the nurse noted that your blood pressure was a little bit elevated. You shook that off quickly, the anxiety of giving birth and the pain that had been coursing through your body all night made it make sense. Rafe helped you onto the table and the nurse gently draped the cloth over your lower half, lifting your dress to just below your breasts as Dr. Lebel came in. 

“I heard you’re not feeling the greatest, mama.” 

Rafe gingerly nodded as he met her eyes. He had placed himself on a stool at your head, rubbing soothing circles into your hair once more, the hand of yours that was closest to him was squeezing his – the anxiety coursing heavily through your veins. One thing had never changed about you and that was your need for his touch in a crisis. He loved that about you. While he couldn’t physically help because babies weren’t his specialty, he could soothe you with his touch and that’s what he intended to do. 

“Her contractions are getting closer and closer.” 

Rafe spoke into the air and the doctor nodded. 

“Well, let’s take a look at our girl, shall we?” 

You looked at Rafe who gave you a smile before eagerly nodding at your doctor. One special thing that Rafe developed during your pregnancy was the way he smiled ear-to-ear every time he saw his little girl on the ultrasound screen. He was giddy – like that of a giggling little girl; he never could get over the fact that because of you, because of Molly’s orchestration of him finding you, he was married to the love of his life and he was about to get to be the daddy to the world’s most perfect little girl. 

“Jelly’s gonna be a little cold.” 

She brought the bottle over your belly, squirting it and watching as it gently fell on to your tan skin. You squirmed under the chill of the gel and Rafe giggled. After nine months of ultrasounds, your reaction was still the same – even though you had felt the icy-like drop of the gel as it descended down to your belly more times than he could count on his hands, you always, always, expected it not to be cold. He marked it up to you expecting the good in everything; even this tiny detail about cold gel made him love you more than he did the second previously. His eyes went from the doctor to the screen as she dutifully began to spread the gel around your abdomen and your baby girl appeared on the screen. Her heartbeat was the symphony and yours was the orchestra; one couldn’t co-exist without the other. You were thankful that through all the fear of the morning, her heartbeat was still there. It meant she was good, it meant she was safe. Tears lined your eyes as you turned your head to look at Rafe, the sheet of paper draped over the pillow crinkling as you met his eyes. He smiled and leaned in to place a kiss on your forehead. 

“She’s okay, baby. Look at her moving around, she’s perfect.” 

He said pointing at the screen. Dr. Lebel was quiet for a moment before locking eyes with Rafe and speaking only with her eyes, something only doctors seemed to know how to do. Rafe knew what it meant – it meant something wasn’t right. 

“What is it, doc?” 

He asked, nonchalantly but his tone was laced with concern. Your eyes went wide. 

“I-is something wrong?” 

You stuttered. Which Rafe knew meant your anxiety was reaching a peak of no return, rapidly. 

“Slow down, nothing is wrong. We don’t want to scare you, mama. Baby girl is measuring at nine pounds – like we discussed previously, with the previous crush injury to your pelvis, a nine pound baby is going to be extremely rough on your body; it may even re-break your pelvis. The pelvis loosens quite a bit in a normal person, but because of the pins and screws in yours, I don’t want to risk reinjury.” 

Rafe’s eyes almost popped out of his head at the thought of your tiny bones breaking for the second time in order to bring your daughter into the world. The worst part was, he knew you’d be fine with that, he knew you’d go to that length to ensure that a c-section wasn’t necessary because if he knew anything about you it was that you didn’t want anyone besides him operating on you – you didn’t trust anyone besides him to. It made sense, he had been the one to repeatedly bring you through surgery over and over, it was him who laid with you and held you close so you’d know you weren’t alone all those late nights in the hospital. You were scared, you were experiencing post-traumatic stress and there was little to nothing he could do about it. But, he knew for damn sure that he was not going to let your first chance at motherhood be spent the way your days in the hospital were – you were going to enjoy this if he had anything to do with it and you deserved that much. 

“So, what do you suggest, doc? What are our options here? I know she’s pretty dead set on a vaginal birth, is that still possible?”

Rafe questioned her with intent – he needed to know what the odds were that your pelvis wasn’t going to break into pieces right in front of him. 

“It’s possible, but the outcomes are extremely grim. Rafe, you know what happens when a pelvis splinters, she’s risking internal bleeding. Not to mention, the significant amount of pain she will already be in as a new mom. We don’t need to add emergency surgery to fix broken bones to that. I would suggest a c-section. I know that’s not in your plan, but it is the safer option.” 

You looked to Rafe with pleading eyes, begging him not to make you do this. 

“I’m going to step out and let you guys talk about it for a few minutes.” 

Dr. Lebel said, giving the both of you a reassuring smile before stepping out and closing the door behind her. 

“Rafferty, please don’t make me do this.” 

You whispered, your voice cracking as the emotion of it all overcame you. Nothing hurt Rafe more than that sound, but he knew he had to give you some tough love in this situation to protect you. 

“Come on, mama. You had to use my government name and the conversation has barely started?” 

It was a half-joke, he needed you to smile so you’d know – so he’d know that this would all be okay and at the end of the day you would have a healthy baby. But, a smile is not what he got. Instead, he watched as your lip trembled and he lurched forward, pulling you into his arms, your belly creating distance between you. It was almost as if the sweet girl inside you was giving her input into the situation. 

“Rafe, c-can’t you just – c-can’t you fix it if it breaks?” 

He was taken aback by your question, though he shouldn’t have been. He knew you like the back of his hand and he knew this was the eerie and winding path your brain would go down. He wished so badly that your brain would give you a break and that for once it would follow the yellow brick road – the normal path of thinking. But, anxiety is anxiety and he knew it well, no matter what the doctor had said, you were going to be anxious because this was a monumental life event for the both of you and him wishing things were different wouldn’t change that. 

“No, mama. I can’t. It could splinter and make you bleed internally. It could kill you baby and as much as I love you and want to make you comfortable, I have my boundaries too, baby – watching you die is not on my to-do list for today. Not to mention, I can’t – I won’t – let you enter motherhood unable to walk and in intense pain; that’s not fair to you or little bean. She needs her mama and she needs her mama whole and healthy, okay?” 

You could only whimper as you nodded in response. 

- 

Only an hour later, you were laying on your back on an operating table, arms spread wide, tied to the table in the shape of a crucifix. Rafe sat on a rolling stool at your head, his regular blue surgical garb adorned his body and his hands sat on top of your head. You looked up at him with fear stricken eyes as the doctors and nurses worked around you, moving the contents of your stomach out of it in an attempt to get to your baby girl. 

“Rafe, I’m scared.” 

You whispered and he stood, peering his eyes down and over the mask that sat on his face until they met yours. 

“I know, baby. But, it’s okay. Not much longer, now.” 

Those blue orbs were the only thing that grounded you as you heard the faintest cry, that managed to get louder and louder by the second. He brought his forehead to yours and you breathed out a breath of relief. 

“Our girl has arrived, mama.” 

He muttered and you smiled softly at the thought. 

“Rafe, go with her.” 

You demanded and he nodded his head as they took her to the incubator in the corner of the room, working quickly to rid her of the contents of your blood and fluid. As quickly as he had left, he returned to your side with tears in his eyes as he brought your daughter to your chest and allowed you to place kisses to her tiny pink button nose. She was the perfect mixture of you and Rafe; his nose, your cheeks, his hair, your lips, and just as you were committing her features to memory she blinked her eyes open. They were the same cerulean blue of her father’s and you thanked your lucky star’s the one prayer you had sent up had become reality. 

“Rafe, she has your eyes.” 

He mewled at the small fact as he took her from your arms, holding her head in his palm and placing his other hand on her tiny bottom. He bounced her for only a moment, letting tears cascade down his face as the harsh reality hit him that even though he had lost Molly, he had gained all the things he ever prayed for in the end. He placed his forehead against hers, taking in her scent, scared that he’d never smell it again. 

“Millie June Cameron. Hi, baby. I’m your daddy.” 

He cooed. 

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[wishfuldivine]

THIS BEAUTIFUL DOUBLE OVERTAKE

MAX 4 TIME CHAMPION

I love these two!

Congratulations to Max! And so fucking proud of Checo! From P16 to P10! I'm so happy!

[wafflesrisa]

Double Williams overtake BEAUTIFUL SHOWSTOPPING GLORIOUS

[sarcastic-nerd]

Saudi Arabian GP reactions:

safety car caused by yuki and pierre, the gasp i gusped

Lando absolutely giving his all absolutely beautiful

the amount of times I'm gonna say just stop the race there everytime charles and max are both on podium positions

again with the lando hate from sky germany, like let him be or even better we should all talk about you that way

carlos and alex both being in the points is filling me with a lot of joy (fills me with brightness and gratitude)

screaming at charles to just overtake george

also screaming at max to get p1 back, knowing that the chances are slim

that race almost finished as i predicted on friday

my bingo card for jeddah was on point, simply lovely

double points for williams

lestappen podium

isack in the points

max starting from pole

we got charles sitting in the wrong place in the cool down room, closer to max duh

a win is a win

[dorkydilf-l0ver]

“Pretty little flower~”

Oberyn Martell fic

Word count: 824

A/N: hihihi my lord I have been inactive on this account. My apologies, but I’ve been lacking motivation and ideas… well, until now. So, hope you enjoy :) also, let me know if you would like a part two as the ending is a little suggestive ;}

The party was dull.

You never thought, after accepting an invite to the Head of House Martells party in the Kingdom of Dorne, that you’d be stuck listening to some old crone ramble on about his riches. You feel your eyes begin to droop, yet they snap right open after they make contact with the reason you came to this party in the first place. Standing across the room, gorgeous face lit with expression as he recalls some amusing anecdote to the guests crowed around him, looking as divine as the rumours warned you.

Prince Oberyn Martell.

The Red Viper.

The handsomest man in all of the Seven Kingdoms.

He does a double take as your eyes meet again, and smiles wide, unintentionally showing off his perfect royal teeth. Then he winks, sending a flock of butterflies flying to your stomach. You feel yourself blush ferociously as you smile back, shyly, at the prince.

You declare some stupid excuse to the old man you’re talking to, muttering that you are too warm and need a minute outside. You leave the room and enter a beautiful garden, find a bench and sit down. Exhaling deeply, you need a minute to collect your thoughts. The pretty prince had muddled them up, making you think only about him, his gorgeous face lit up, his dark brown eyes that you could get lost in, and you find yourself imagining what his beautifully toned body would look like under that golden robe that makes him look like a god.

Good lord.

You realise how down bad you are for a man you’ve never even met, only heard about in stories from people glowing with admiration.

“Well, whatever are you doing out here? Sitting in the garden like a little flower while everyone else is at the party?”

You jump, swivel your head to come face to face with the owner of this smooth, attractive, playful, slightly accented voice.

As soon as you make eye contact you leap off the bench in a hurry.

Oberyn Martell. The Prince of Dorne. The Red Viper. Had just caught you sitting by yourself outside a royal party.

This is not the first impression you wanted to make.

“I’m so sorry, your highness. I was just- uhm- I was only- no offence to your brothers party- I just needed some- erm- air.” You stumble pathetically with your words, praying that you aren’t offending the prince with your unwillingness to be present at the royal celebration, your eye contact with him faltering.

He chuckled, smiling at your attempts, and the sound invited back that pesky flock of butterflies back to your stomach.

“Oh my, little flower, are you shy? Is that why you are out here?” He asks, tone not mocking, but playful, like you’re sharing an inside joke as old friends.

“You’re certainly a pretty little flower aren’t you.” The prince moved forward, face now suddenly more serious, inquiring, seeming interested in taking all of you in as his eyes trail from your head to your toes.

Your face glows red at his words, the blush that so easily overtakes you when an attractive person looks in your general direction, made ten times worse as the most attractive man you have ever seen compliments you. “Thank you, sir.” You say. “I must say, you are even more handsome then the rumours let on”

“Rumours?” He asks, eyebrow cocked. “And tell me, what do these rumours say?”

“Only that you are the most handsome man in all of Dorne.” You shrug, gaining confidence as you converse. Oberyn Martell has turned out to be a very easy person to talk to. “However, I believe these rumours are wrong. You have proven to be the most gorgeous person in all of the Seven Kingdoms.”

His eyes widened in surprise and he smirked at your flirting. “Is that so?” He began to move closer, closing the distance between you, the butterflies moving at max speed in your tummy as he placed a hand on your waist. “Well, it appears that the rumours are wrong.” He leans in, lips to your ear as he whispers. “You, little flower, are the most gorgeous person I have ever seen.”

You gasp at his bold statement, giggling slightly in disbelief. He notices your doubt, cupping your face in his hand. “Seriously, it as if the god’s sculptured you in a way that would make you perfect to me…” He breaks off, lost in a thought. “Tell me, how long are you intending on staying at this party?”

“Well, before you came out here, I was planning on requesting a carriage to take me to my lodgings, but now I believe I will be staying a little longer.” You declare, as your eyes involuntarily flit down to his lips.

He notices you staring, smiles, and moves closer, your lips nearly touching, and it takes all your free will to not close the gap. His hands move up your body as he asks:

“Pretty little flower, would you perhaps~ stay the night?”

[onboardsorasora]

https://www.tumblr.com/overtake/746762194848563200/your-post-about-max-liking-daniels-ig-just-opened could u write something based on this?

I have had this ask for so long, sorry bestie- my brain was doing a thing at the time lol. lol thank you @secretdonderwolk for the unintentional prompt

His phone vibrated in his pocket, three times for three messages. He had an idea about who this was, he hoped it was his sister complaining about something. Or even Seb– even though he sat across from him at lunch. Seb could be annoying like that, but that was also because Daniel had been annoying like that first. 

Putting his phone on the table, he saw the screen light up with notification banners from Instagram. There was the broad one about how many thousand likes his post workout selfie had gotten. But then there was the secondary banners about replies and DMs. A familiar user name peaked up at him; 3_MaxV_3. 

Daniel rolled his eyes then flipped his phone on its screen. That kid, because he was a kid, with his scrawny body posing with a sideways cap in one picture, in a couch with dogs in another. But mostly in a race suit at a karting track. That kid had been messaging him for weeks now. He did the same thing repeatedly; Daniel posted a thirst trap photo (he looks damn good and it shows he’s working out) and then Max would be in the replies sending one thing the 💯emoji– three times of course. 

Daniel never responded to him after the first time, which was an accident, but the kid seemed to have taken that interaction as an open door to send Daniel reels of memes he already saw when he scrolled mindlessly through tiktok. He was surprised that a seventeen year old wasn’t on tiktok and was instead using instagram, but that also didn’t matter to Daniel. One less platform for this kid to find him on.

“Your new boyfriend again?” Seb teased with a snort.

“First of all, ew. He’s like still in diapers, mate.”

“I dunno why you let him annoy you so much. He’s harmless, still like in junior formula or whatever.”

“Don’t they call it like formula 3 now or something?”

“Who the fuck knows anymore. They change the names of this shit every year. Come I’m not allowing you make me be late for engineering.” Seb stood from his seat while Daniel cackled.

“I was one time!”

“One time is more than enough I think.”

— - —

Daniel pressed post on the thumbs up selfie. He’d gotten a podium today and wanted to commemorate after a long day. The first notification came quickly after. 💯💯💯 Daniel had become used to the routine by now, he already assumed that the kid had his post notifications on. It was weird but Daniel didn’t think too closely of it.

He did notice a difference this time. His username was different; maxverstappen_33. Daniel clicked into his profile, not something he did but there was a change in the routine and he was curious about why.

Lots of karting pictures met his eyes, pictures on podiums and in the garage. There were a lot more sponsor logos than before and Daniel couldn’t say he wasn’t impressed. He himself knew how difficult it was to even get sponsors to talk to you in karting, much less to invest. 

While he was scrolling through the rest of the profile, careful not to double tap anything of course, another notification banner from maxverstappen_33 popped up. “You are so beautiful Daniel.”

And well… that was new. Normally he’d get a lion or capybara video by now. MaxV had taken to sending him videos of quokkas recently too. Daniel had never given him the impression that these videos were appreciated or cared for– though he had watched a couple of them– so he didn’t understand this step up to shooting his shot.

Daniel closed out of the profile and then the app. He needed to get some sleep.

— - —

They’d told him to record a video for some kid getting his super license soon. That was new, but maybe Seb had been the one welcome in the new drivers in the program. It was quick with well wishes for some kid named Max. 

Daniel had wondered initially if it was MaxV, or rather Max Verstappen. But Vicky had told him nothing more and MaxV was supposed to be going to formula 2 now anyways. No way Red Bull would be making such a stir over a kid.

When he got out of the sim he had a bitchload of notifications. Red Bull had tagged him in something and people were congratulating him. Ace. He went to his DMs to see a new message from Maxverstappen_33;

‘Thank you for the video. It was lovely Daniel.’

Well, shit.

— - —

It happened slower than he thought it would have. But quickly in the grand scheme of things. Daniel stepped out of his motorhome, zipping up his race suit and thanking the handler to his left for his hat. It was shoot day today with the whole team, including the boys from Torro Rosso.

Daniil slotted in beside him and Daniel dapped him up. This would be their second year as teammates and Daniel was excited for the year to come. 2016 felt like the year maybe, to take the championship fight to Mercedes. The car was quick in the sim and Adrian said the wind tunnel tests have been phenomenal. Daniel was ready.

What he wasn’t ready for, was the guy who stepped right in front of him. Blonde hair, electric blue eyes. Familiar as fuck face pulled into a smile. 

“Daniel! It is great to finally meet you after all this time.”

Daniel hadn’t ever considered meeting MaxV in person, the kid that’s been sending him 💯 emoji what felt like weekly for the last maybe two years. If you scrolled through their DM it was very one sided. But here he was, very caught out at the very real and very eager kid waiting for his reply. This would probably be the first time he ever did reply.

“Enchante, Max.” Daniel grinned and glanced over a Daniil when Max’s face flushed with a blush.

He didn’t think about it the rest of the day. Not when Max kept telling jokes and whipping his head around to see his reaction. Not when Max would hold Carlos’ hand and pulling him into close hugs only to turn and look to Daniel’s reaction.

Daniil was having a field day and he knew Seb was going to learn about this somehow.

He didn’t think about it. Because Max was a kid or whatever and it was weird.

Max sought him out fairly regularly after that, bolstered by being in the same company and paddock. Invigorated at the fact that Daniel responded to him every time.

— - —

Daniel heard the news but he hadn’t quite believed it. He knew RedBull did driver swaps, apparently ‘all the time’ but he didn’t think he ever saw it happen mid season like this. 

He walked into the garage to see the host of cameras and mics. The identical RB12 no longer sported Daniil’s number but now had a large 33 plastered over it. The garage was also sporting the new 3|33 decals. Daniel knew that marketing was having a field day.

He stepped off to the meeting rooms to wait for the crowd to clear, fiddling on his phone. He’d never admit it, not even under the pain of a slow as fuck pitstop, that he was interested to see what the hubbub was about. What could possibly be so good about Max that they would do such a public shaming of Daniil.

He didn’t know how much time passed, but he tweeted a bit and posted a new picture to instagram during the time. The notification banner popped up; maxverstappen_33☑️ 💯💯💯

Daniel grinned to himself, still surprised that Max had kept this up. Still apparently had his post notifications on. The door opened. 

“Daniel that picture was lovely.” Max sat in the seat across from him in the conference room. His RedBull polo was a little askew, and he was smiling widely.

Well, shit.

[emsprovisions]

❄️ Day 14 - A World Made New ❄️

🎁 Today's fic is dedicated to @tellmegoodbye!

Summary: TK wants to watch the snow fall.

Word count: 902

Prompt inspired by "23. Watching snow fall" found here Featuring lyrics from the bolter by Taylor Swift

24 Days of Tarlos Masterpost

By all accounts, [he] almost drowned

When [he] was [twenty-seven] in frigid water

//

TK’s been awake for a few minutes but Carlos hasn’t noticed yet. He’s wearing reading glasses and looks a little like an old man by the way he’s manspread in the uncomfortable hospital chair. He’s slumped into it, a book in his hand he seems wrapped up in. TK has never seen a more beautiful sight. 

And he hates that he has to disturb it. 

“Carlos?”

That’s all it takes for Carlos to jump to attention, up and hovering near TK’s side like he might crash out again. 

It’s not lost on TK that that could actually be a possibility, despite the fact he came out of his coma almost twenty four hours ago. 

“What do you need? Should I call a nurse?” Carlos asks, concern wrinkling his beautiful face, and a part of TK thinks maybe he was right to leave. All he does is cause this beautiful man pain. 

//

And they nicknamed [him] "The Bolter"

//

“I’m just thirsty,” TK admits. 

Carlos’s relief is palpable. His shoulders relax as he pours TK a glass of water and sits on the edge of the bed to help TK sit up enough to drink. 

“Thank you,” TK murmurs softly when he’s done, staring down into the cup in his hands. 

“Of course,” Carlos says automatically. 

“Is it still snowing?” TK asks. 

Carlos nods, “I think so.”

TK looks over towards the closed blinds making his room too dark with the already overcast day. He bites his lip. “Do you think you could help me into a chair by the window? I want to watch it for a while.”

“You want to watch the snow?” Carlos asks, incredulous, an eyebrow raised. 

“Join me?” 

“Are you sure you wouldn’t be more comfortable here? I can just open the blinds,” Carlos suggests, gesturing over his shoulder. 

“Carlos,” TK smiles softly, sadly. He’s not made of porcelain no matter how much he’s aware that’s how Carlos will treat him for a while until they’re both sure his body is done healing. “I’ll be sitting in a chair six feet away from this bed. I’d like to get up for a bit and I’ll tell you if I need to lie back down.”

Carlos accepts that answer and carefully helps TK to his feet, keeping his hospital gown closed in the back as he walks him to a chair in front of the window. Once TK is seated, Carlos doubles back for TK’s water and the blanket he personally used to sleep with last night, on a rickety cot beside TK. He tucks it over TK’s lap with a soft smile. 

“Warm?”

“I’m perfect, Nurse Carlos,” TK teases, but both their smiles are tense and don’t quite meet their eyes. 

Carlos raises the blinds and then sits beside TK like TK asked if he would. He’s close enough for TK to reach over and take his hand, so he does, pulling Carlos’s hand and arm over into his own lap and staring up into the blizzard overtaking Austin before blinking down to look at Carlos’s warm skin, contrasting against his own pale, pinky skin. 

“Have you ever seen snow like this?”

Carlos shakes his head. “Never. Just in movies. This must be normal to you.”

TK shrugs. “I think I’ve already started to become acclimated to Texas climates.”

“Or you fell in a lake and caught hypothermia,” Carlos points out. His tone is light, but there’s a heaviness in his eyes that TK wishes he could ease. 

“Have you ever wanted to see snow like this?” TK asks, ignoring Carlos’s concern for now. 

“Maybe at the holidays,” Carlos admits. “I’ve always wondered what a white Christmas must be like.”

TK glances over at him, “it’s not really all it’s cracked up to be.”

Carlos keeps staring straight ahead. “Still. It seems like a privilege to have a snowy Christmas. Especially since most of the world doesn’t even get snow around then.”

TK just smiles softly at that, stroking his thumb over the back of Carlos’s hand. “Tell me how you spent your holidays this year.”

“You don’t want to hear that.”

“I do,” TK nods. “I want to hear it all, no matter how bad it is, I swear mine was worse.”

“It doesn’t need to be a competition, TK,” Carlos shakes his head. 

“I’m not trying to make it one," TK insists. “I just want to know what I missed out on.”

“You didn’t miss out on anything,” Carlos sighs, looking over at TK. “My life has been on pause ever since you walked out of it.”

TK looks down at their hands clasped in his lap and back up at Carlos. “Mine too,” he softly admits. “I couldn’t go on without you, baby.”

“What do you want to do when you get out of the hospital?” Carlos asks.

“Go home with you, if you’ll have me. It seems we have some lost time and holidays to make up for.” TK’s lips twitch up into a tiny smile. He meets Carlos’s eyes again, sees a soft look and a tiny smile mirrored on his handsome face. 

For now, they keep watching the snow fall, so that when it clears, and the world is made new again, they will be too.  

//

It feels like the time

[he] fell through the ice

Then came out alive

[jethrowest]

the taste is just a memory you hold…

Prompts for @cozycornerkinktober: overstimulation/double penetration. briefly mentioned since this is a drabble, but i wanted to contribute!

Warnings: incubus homelander- need i say more? fun, freaky tendril shit. slight dubcon. happy reading! 18+

—

The days blur together now.

He doesn’t limit his visits anymore. You used to only see him at night.

He’d start off slow, simply studying you while he sat in the chair in the corner of your room. Then he would move to the edge of your bed.

He had quickly grown tired of that, however, and after a few evenings of nothing beyond having his piercing gaze all over and through you, he would trace your skin. Your neck had been first, observing how you reacted to his touch. Once he seemed satisfied, he would slink across your body and envelop you.

Sometimes, if your focus isn’t immediately robbed, you catch sight of fingers bleeding into the darkness. He is mostly concealed, offering glimpses of handsome, ethereal features that glint beneath the moonlight. His eyes shimmer and glow a faint red. You can’t tell what clothes he wears, if any at all.

When he drapes himself over you, attaches himself to you, you feel the weight of a man, but don’t see it.

Inky tendrils disappear inside your stretched center; your open, silently screaming mouth. They make you quiver and shake. Make you clench and cry out.

Your orgasms overtake and consume you, leaving you sore and wrecked. Those very coils disperse and permeate within, leaking from you like your pooling arousal, sliding down your thighs and soaking your sheets.

It becomes so frequent, so haphazard, that you begin to wonder if you leave the house. If you wake up. If you’re currently in a dream.

Hours, minutes, seconds later, you stand in front of your full-length bathroom mirror, staring hard at your reflection. Hoping answers will seep past your pallid complexion.

Instead, something black starts to collect on the floor, spilling from between your legs.

Your knees buckle. You almost fall forward; nearly come from the way it eases inside out, thorough and swollen.

The sensation of something indistinguishable expanding within your most vulnerable, sacred areas and slipping through your cervix until it breaks free is indescribable. It’s unlike anything you’ve experienced, and it is equally petrifying as it is delicious.

It’s fucking biblical.

And it doesn’t stop until something you haven’t witnessed in its entirety takes shape.

He flows from you. Stands behind you. Grabs you and pulls you flush to him, pale hand unwavering at your throat.

When you regain balance, you notice that he is now whole to you. Blond hair adorns his crown, irises sparkle blue with a hint of crimson, and rows of teeth are a brilliant, perfect white. Sharp.

Beautiful, elegant robes cascade to the ground, fanning into a velvety scarlet. He smells sweet and warm, like fields of strawberries drenched in sunlight. He smells of the earth and what lies below it.

His slender nose drags along your pulse point. His tongue follows. He inhales greedily.

“How long have you been here?” you ask. Outside. In. It doesn’t matter what you’re referring to. You’re delirious when you question him, as if you’ve already been fucked an unfathomable amount of times, only being held upright by his presence. Your mind is coated with a thick fog.

You notice a small, strange grin lift the corners of your lips. The action feels foreign to you, almost like he’s controlling your mouth.

Your heart dilates, breaks apart and produces two separate beats, thudding in unison. Your cunt flutters, adding a third.

Will time come back to you? Greet you with welcoming arms that tell you it’s always been yours?

He laughs, a low, penetrating sound. “Oh my precious little lamb…” That voice lives in your bones, dense and deep.

“What gave you the silly idea I ever left?”