#they heard him yelling from belgium

[sedlex]

Tfw you're leading a 6+ hour long race and something breaks just minutes from the finish line.

Btw, he won

[velocesainz]

Hii I saw you asked for ideas, it might sound weird but maybe a max x reader story about him falling in love with reader when hes with Kelly still and them breaking up and choosing reader? Idk fluff,smut whatever i would be interested no matter what😌

Sounds quite interesting, hope you enjoy!

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We're meant to be

(MV33)

Summary: Max and y/n are co-workers and good friends. Max develops feelings for her while he is dating Kelly. What happens when Kelly finds out about Max's feelings?

Warnings: none, fluffy

Pairing: Max x driver!fem!reader

Third person POV:

Ever since y/n joined Red Bull racing, there had never been a single moment of sadness.

Y/n was loved by one and all. She was an icon in so many people's eyes.

Her and Max were the greatest duo the paddock had ever seen. Winning races upon races, most with a 1-2 finish with both alternating top position.

They were an odd pairing for sure. Fiery rage paired up with calm and collectedness? Unheard of.

Max POV:

I was walking around the paddock when I bumped into y/n who was holding a massive camera in her hands and interviewing people around her.

"Oh hey Max! Are you excited for today's race? Who do you think will win?" She asked me in her most 'formal' voice.

I chuckled and responded "I am quite excited for today's race, Belgium is like my second home. I would say I will win today but something tells me otherwise" I added that last line since she was looking at me as if she was going to murder me if I didn't say she would win.

"Thanks Max! Catch you later" was all she said before she skipped away happily.

God she's so beautiful. She's kind. It gives me butterflies.

Wait...

Am I...

In love?

I've never felt this with anyone, not even Kelly. I mean she's nice and all but I don't think she's the one for me.

How will I break the news to her? I'll have to figure out.

Kelly POV:

I was looking around for Max when I saw him talking to y/n, who was interviewing him by the looks of it.

After she left he kept staring at her and started blushing. Was he in love with her?

It wouldn't be very unlikely. He hasn't really been very affectionate lately and he's been spending more time with either her or Penelope.

I feel like he's falling out of love with me.

How can he recklessly fall in love like that? I'm his girlfriend!

I have to get him to stop interacting with y/n, otherwise I'll lose him. I need him for the money, I can't lose him at any cost.

Y/n POV:

I felt Max staring at me as I left or maybe i was imagining things. I am so madly in love with him I might be delusional, but he loves someone else.

I sigh and continue interviewing people as I was told by Martin Brundle who was trying to make a fun behind the scenes episode for sky sports.

Timeskip:

I got out of the car and stood proudly on top of my car, my 5th race win this season and I was officially in the lead in the drivers championship.

After podium celebrations I was making my way to my driver's room to relax for a bit before interviews when I heard some yelling coming from Max's room.

Being the curious person I was, I eavesdropped.

Max POV:

I was relaxing in my room after a decent race, P2 was a pretty good result.

Suddenly the door slammed open revealing my angry girlfriend, oh god this was going to be hell.

"Stop talking to y/n from this instant on." She said curtly.

"Who are you to tell me who I can talk to and who I can't huh?" I snapped back

"IM YOUR FUCKING GIRLFRIEND. WHO IS LOOKING OUT FOR YOU! I SEE THE WAY YOU LOOK AT HER-" she screamed.

"WELL JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE MY GIRLFRIEND DOES NOT MEAN THAT YOU GET TO CONTROL MY LIFE! AND YEA MAYBE I LIKE Y/N SO WHAT?" I yelled. This girl is getting on my nerves.

"SEE YOU ADMIT IT YOURSELF! YOU LIKE HER! EVEN WHEN YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND! HOW SHAMELESS CAN YOU BE?" She continued

"You know what? I'm done. Done with this relationship. You've never been supportive ever. It's as if you're with me for my money and that it. So kindly get the fuck out, gold digger" I was so happy to get all the feelings against her off my chest.

She looked at me in disbelief and walked out.

Y/n walked in right after Kelly left. Did she hear the argument?

"Are you alright Max? That argument sounded intense" she asked with concern showing in her eyes

"Yeah. I'm alright. Did you..uhm hear what we argued about?" I questioned

"Uhm...yea" she replied shyly

God I loved this woman so much

I walked up to her and kissed her.

The world seemed to fade away. I had the woman of my dreams in my arms I was never going to let her go.

[eggroll-sama]

Heyyyoooo

Just a thought, how long do you think mc was asleep/unconscious in kuras' clinic?

They couldn't have been out in the fogfall for too long since they didn't die of blood loss (or maybe they just can't 👀)

I just found your acc and I can't wait to binge read your masterlist :)

-egg anon

Hi egg anon! AHHH, thanks for your ask, it’s my first ask I’ve ever gotten for Touchstarved ToT. I hope more people would slide into my DMs, I really don’t mind since I’m in a massive TS brainrot at the current moment. Now then, let's get right into it. Btw I don't have any credentials to show for the research, all from Google baby.

Warning: Mentions of blood, graphic violence

I’m going to say that MC was roughly out of commission for 10-12 hours.

When MC gets their first look at the city of Eridia, it's dusk, stars in the sky, the moon rising from the east, and the horizon a reddish glow. It can't be sunrise because scientifically colder temperatures make the sky less red and orangey during sunrises. There isn't any verbal indication what time it is, but we can predict it was 6-8PM when the caravan was attacked by the Soulless. Eridia seems to have a maritime climates: cloudy weather, frequent rainfall/precipitation, and mild temperatures, like IRL Ireland, Scandinavia, Belgium, and the 6-8 PM time frame is usually when the sunsets for those regions. Let’s choose 8 PM.

Now as for how long MC was in this position is interesting. When Kuras found us, we were barely clinging to life, face-down in "murky, shallow water." MC is really lucky that they survived because an infection in the wilderness greatly increases your mortality rates. We can at least thank the Soulless' sharp claws for slicing the arm clean off since if it was an angled, ragged cut would increase blood loss. I have heard of survival stories of people angling their arms towards the sky to decrease blood loss, but no, MC's body was half-submerged in water. If MC is really a half-Monster like some theories suggest, than there's a possibility they are more resilient, lasting one to two more hours, compared to the avg humans that can die in less than five minutes. That could be why Kuras is so fascinated with you too, not just for the cursed arms, but there was almost no way you could've survived with all the odds against you. I also don't think we stayed out there longer than one to two hours because an amputated arm is only good for four to six hours before you can reattach them. And considering Kuras' eldritch instincts, I can't see being out there for longer than two hours max.

So let's say Kuras finds MC around 9-10 PM at the wastes. He takes them to the clinic and reattaches the arm using his magic. We are then asleep overnight, approximately 10 hours, naked with only a cold linen sheet on a cot, before we wake up. Tbh I don't know which is worse: if Kuras left us there while we were asleep or just did paperwork while we were lying practically naked right next to him till we woke up the next morning. Good thing Kuras isn't a pervert (?)

(A/N: also not even a blanket??? Unless he was keeping the room toasty with his powers, thanks I guess, Mr Sunny D)

Why I think we were down for around 10 hours is for a few reasons.

Most obvious one: When we went inside the Wet Wick, MC mentions they were surprised at the amount of people when it wasn't even mid-day (12 PM). So maybe it's around 10 AM, maybe even earlier than that.

The impatient knock from the front door is an indicator that Kuras was taking longer than he usually did, but not too long for people to start yelling. Maybe his clinic has an official starting time, and so citizens wake up early to wait in line outside till it officially starts. But with MC taking up the only cot in the clinic and sleeping there for the entire night, he had to start a little later, hence people getting annoyed cuz they woke up super early to wait in line, but Kuras hasn't let people in yet.

MC got super hungry at the vendors, which makes sense since they haven't eaten for so long.

So yeah, this is all I've got for MC's timeline from when the Soulless attacked and when they woke up. I have read other theories saying it was Ais' who found us and brought us to Kuras' clinic which is an interesting take, but for the sake with what we are given for now Kuras was the one that saved you.

[pommpuriinn]

୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִMUSIC BANK IN ANTWERP

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆synopsis ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆- some highlights plus special stages from their maknae and oldest of the group

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆author’s note ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆- trying to put this out while seeing the hybe building in flames with all this news coming out on X ૮ . ̫ . ა๑

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၄၃ the second txt’s name was even mention the whole arena erupted with cheers and lightsticks swinging, and with txt actually being on stage the volume just got louder. Joohyung felt like it was one of their own concert than a music bank, she felt so appreciative with all the support from Belgium moa. While they were on stage answering some questions from the mc of the night, the camera pan towards Joohyung. Who was just standing there listening to the mc and the crowd just went ‘awww~’ amazed at Joohyung’s visuals. For a second Joohyung was confused on why everyone awed, so she looked behind her at the big screens and saw her face. Joohyung whipped back around and instantly felt in embarrassed by the praise and hid a little behind Yeonjun making the crowd giggle at her cuteness

၄၃ since Kai’s special stage was one of the first ones the members hang around in the side lines beaming up at their maknae being a little rockstar up on the stage. Joohyung was so hyped that she was head banging with the moas around her. She was also jumping with Yeonjun and Soobin while singing the lyrics. Kai didn’t have to tell her twice to get on the stage with him since she booked it up those stairs and ran straight to Kai. The group danced and sang with their maknae creating just a perfect picture of best friends living their dream with each other.

၄၃ Joohyung special stage was a last minute thing since the other group pulled out just a week prior to the event. So Joohyung’s staff changed Joohyung from her main event outfit to y2k kind of look to match with the song Joohyung was going perform.

၄၃ Unfortunately this song hasn’t been released yet and Joohyung only performed it once during them headlining lollapalooza. It was the summer song ‘Spicy’ the arena got so loud that Joohyung heard all the screams through her ear-ins. But as Joohyung was performing she didn’t realize that txt came out in the side lines to watch and hype her up. It surprised her that she giggled mid note. Before the end of song she went towards the right side where they were and they all danced together. Joohyung then quickly pulled them up on stage to do the ending pose, they all did a pose similar Joohyung’s making her laugh right into her mic.

၄၃ Joohyung and the boys quickly rush backstage so she can change back to all white outfit, but instead of leg warmers and little heels the stylist changed them to white boots.

၄၃ it was finally time for the main event, so txt all got in position and started with ‘Deja vu’. Joohyung was amazed at how the crowd was singing the song word for word and doing the fan chants. Once it got to the dance break part and Joohyung did the hand over the eyes move she yelled, “Antwerp!” Before singing her line with passion. The members tried holding in their smiles, but their noona was being too cute.

၄၃ ‘Anti-Romantic’ Joohyung was just sending cute gestures towards the camera and everyone screaming for her. Whenever it wasn’t her turn to sing she would wave at moas who were trying to get her attention, and she would send kisses at them. Sometimes she would see some moas tearing up or crying and Joohyung would mouthed ‘don’t cry’.

၄၃ Joohyung instantly smiled once she heard ‘Love Song’ playing in her ear-in. Despite it being an emotional song it always brings her happy memories, and it gives her the energy to perform even harder. While singing the couple lines with Beomgyu and Yeonjun (Say you love me say you love me 세계의 끝까지 all or nothing I give all of you) Joohyung would send hearts their way making the two members smile.

၄၃ during ‘GBGB’ instead of Joohyung’s boba eyes she gave such sharp expressions towards the camera. Moa were going crazy everything Joohyung showed up at the big screens. Also her acting during the song was praised heavily online and by non fans that become fans during the event.

၄၃ it was last song of the night ‘ISYTT’ and playfully Joohyung came back, and even made some members laugh while singing. She was just being extra cute which is rare to the members and moa. Joohyung was just really happy to perform in Europe and finally see moas over here. Again Joohyung was praised for her animated facial expressions

၄၃ some fans moments that gain lots of attention. Videos of Joohyung from the side stage where txt was at because of how beautiful she looks, and many moas saying that videos and pictures don’t do her justice. Joohyung would always right up to their phone cameras and kiss it causing the fan to panic.

၄၃ moas also capture Joohyung trying to kiss her members’ cheeks. She wouldn’t actually kiss their cheeks since she was just playing with them and teasing moa.

၄၃ fans saw first hand how idols want to say hi to Joohyung, but they are imitated by her and her members since the boys are always circling around her just protecting her as they were saying bye to all the fans. Which brings up the question of did something happened that they don’t know about that has made the boys more protective of Joohyung?

[she-wolf09231982]

Chapter 7- Loss

Summary: Easy Company is stuck in Bastogne and is succumbing to the cold harsh winter. Despite this, things are looking up! They are due to take the town of Foy and finally be done with the dreaded winter.  Easy returns to the front line in the forest just outside of Foy. You experience your first real loss due to a senseless accident. This sends you down spiraling into a dark place, and Joe is the only one that can pull you back. 

A/N: Mature audience, Joe LiebgottxFem!Medic, post D-Day, She/Her Pronouns, Y/F/N, Y/L/N, Cursing/Swearing, Derogatory Slurs, Mentions of death, Confrontation, Military Terminology, 1940’s slang, Inappropriate Nicknames, Band of Brothers References, Mentions of Weaponry, Yiddish to English Translation, Descriptive Wounds/Injuries, Blood/Gore, Smoking, Banter, Pining, Consensual Physical Contact/PDA, FOREVER FLUFF 💚 This chapter continues from

1x6 Bastogne then transitions into 1x7 The Breaking Point

*These stories may not fall entirely in accordance with the TV series timeline. I do not know the real soldiers the actors portray in this series, so please understand I show no disrespect. Some or most of historical events and character interactions in my fanfics are fabricated purely for the sake of the enjoyment of fiction*

~~~~~~~ 

Adrennes Forest, Belgium 

January 2, 1945 

Easy company combed through the trees of the forest in the relentless cold near the target town of Foy.

Eventually, Easy encountered sporadic machine-gun fire causing a few casualties. After Hoobler’s kill shot of a German on horseback, he finally gets a Lugar and comes back to the guys to show it off to them.

LT Compton and Lipton are having a chat about where LT Dike has disappeared to while Malarkey and Shifty are digging a foxhole nearby.  

“-I haven’t seen him all day. I didn't see him coming through the woods, and I have to figure out how we ended up with-” 

Lipton respectfully interrupted Buck, “-Two wounded.”  

“Who?” Buck asked concerned stopping in his tracks. 

“Brown and Stevenson.”  

 “Goddam it-” Buck looked away rolling his eyes, “Where’s Dike!? Where the hell does he ever go?”  

“-I don’t know, but I wish he’d stay the hell there.”  You chime in approaching the first sergeant and LT. 

“Hey, Y/L/N.” Lipton greeted. 

“Would be nice if he took LT Shames with him, too-” Malarkey added. 

“-Shut up, guys.” Lip cautioned. 

“Shutting up, Sarge.” Malarkey acknowledged. 

You nod to Lip before addressing Buck, “Sir, Brown and Stevenson are stable. Me and Doc got them all patched up and ready for transport, they’re gonna be fine.” You report. 

Buck gave you an approving nod, obviously relieved. 

Suddenly a single gunshot sounded off too close for comfort and you all scrambled to the nearest half-dug foxhole with Malarkey, Shifty, Lip and Buck. 

“Patrol?” Malarkey asked. 

“No, we would’ve heard.” Lip replied. 

“One man...maybe a sniper.” Buck added. 

“That was no rifle.” Shifty confirmed. 

“What do you see, Shift?” Buck asked. 

“Nobody out there.” Shifty said. 

“Are you sure?” Buck questioned. 

“Uh-huh.” 

One of the guys came running up. “Ah Jesus, it’s Hoob! He’s shot!” He yelled out. 

“Sniper!?” Buck called back. 

“Nah, nah, he—he shot himself. MEDIC!”  

“Jesus Christ, I’m right here!” You shouted out over Lip’s shoulder as you leap out of the hole running. 

You get to Hoobler with Perconte kneeling over him. 

“It’s my fucking leg!” Hoobler cries out. 

“What happened!?” Lip asked. 

“What were you doing with a loaded gun in your pants!?” Buck asked Hoobler finding the Lugar next to him. 

“It just went off! I wasn’t touchin’ it or nothin’! I wasn’t touchin’ it, I swear!” Hoobler responded panicked. 

“Hoob, hold still dammit, I gotta cut the pants!” you bellowed at him as calmly as your voice allowed.  

You lift the fabric away from Hoobler’s skin where blood soaked through his right thigh and began feverishly slicing through his uniform. It was clear by the color and saturation of the blood that he hit the main artery. 

“It hurts like a son of a bitch!” Hoobler shrieked. 

“We gotta pack this to make it stop.” you think outloud more so to yourself.  

You pull off his belt in one fleeting motion and apply it above the wound as a tourniquet and start tightening it. Hoobler lets out a cry of pain and starts rocking side to side. 

“Goddam it, hold him down! I can’t get this tight enough to stop the bleeding if he’s moving around like that!” you tell the other five men present. 

You secure the belt, then dump your bag to get the sulfur and clean gauze to start packing the bullet wound. 

“Keep him warm!” you tell them as you dash the sulfur onto the thigh and start stuffing with the dressing. 

Doc rushed in sliding onto his knees next to you. 

“Let me see it.” Doc said pushing Malarkey aside, “Y/L/N, let me get in there so I can get the bullet out.” he said noticing you were becoming fatigued. 

Doc shifted over and started working Hoobler. Buck removed his coat and put it across Hoobler to keep him warm. 

The guys started talking to him to keep him from passing out. 

“How we doin’, Doc!?” Buck asked nervously. 

“I can’t see a thing. We gotta get him back to an aid station.” Doc stated. 

“Well let’s get ready to move him then!” you say with your voice shakier than you had intended. 

Doc still frantically working on the leg, the rest of the boys suddenly fell silent. 

“-Doc...Doc!” Buck barked. 

Eugene looked up to see Hoobler laying lifeless.

Lip and Doc stare in horror panting, trying to catch their breath. You stand over all of them with a blank stare, lost in your own thoughts over what had just occurred.  

“Dead...all because of his ‘treasured’ fucking Lugar...’” you thought to yourself. 

This revelation made you angry. Your emotions began to boil over as you voiced your recent thoughts outwardly. 

“All because of a precious Lugar!” you roared.  

The six men look at you startled. You met their shocked gazes with your eyes filled to the brim with tears. As they start to spill over, you continue. 

“Didn’t even need a fuckin’ Kraut to do it for him, did he!?” Your voice cracks as you ask them rhetorically, gesturing towards Hoobler. 

The men all look down at the expired soldier. 

You inhale loudly, tilting your head back and sniffling to try to keep the discharge from expelling from your nose. (Not very lady like). 

“Malarkey,” you say sharply in a motherly tone, side eyeing him.  

Don snaps his head up to look at you, jaw slightly slacked waiting for you to speak, “-if I fucking catch you risking your life looking for a Lugar after today, I will shoot you myself.” you stated harshly. 

Don nodded and looked back down as you turned on your heel and stormed off. 

~~~~~~~ 

Later, Lipton found you spaced out in a foxhole by yourself. He approached cautiously, recognizing the distant look on your face and not wanting to spook you. You sensed his presence and looked over at him with emptiness in your eyes. 

“Hey, Y/F/N.” he began. Your face remains as you looked straight ahead again. 

Lip sat on the edge of your foxhole, allowing his feet to dangle inside. 

“You ok?” His voice was gentle and worried. 

You only nod. 

“Listen, uh, when you’re ready, I need you to come with me to Captain Winters to explain what happened. Just, whenever you’re ready, k?” he waited, “You know where to find me.”  

It was only until he started to walk away you found whatever voice you had left. 

“Sarge, we can go now.” you call out as you slowly make your way out of the hole. 

As you stand before Winters and Nixon retelling the story, your voice begins to strain fighting back anger and choking down tears.  

“Hoob had so many layers on him we couldn’t tell how bad the bleeding was, sir.” you pause and look down at your boots, “He was already gone by the time we got him to the aid station. The bullet went through the artery.” you finished. 

“It wouldn’t have made a difference if you had known.” Nixon tried to assure. 

You look at him perplexed; your face twisted up with that same rage beginning to rise in your chest. 

“With all due respect, that’s where you’re wrong, sir.” you raise your voice, still trying to maintain your customs and courtesies towards him. 

Winters, Nixon and Lipton shared wide eyed glances. 

“Y/F/N, maybe you should-” Lip began. 

“-No! This was avoidable. If Hoobler hadn’t had that Lugar, he’d be alive now!” you stated bitterly. The men were speechless as you continued 

“I hear the guys go around talking about what fucking trophies they’re going to bring home from this ‘Kraut’ or that ‘Jerry,’ and you know what, sir? It makes me sick to my stomach! Do you know Perconte hasover a dozen wrist watches from dead German soldiers he’s been collecting since Normandy!? At least!” you pause to look away, to shield the view of your tears. 

You release along sigh, “And now, because of a stupid German handgun that he considered a “trophy” is the reason that Hoobler is dead. No trophy or treasure is worth that.” you concluded shaking your head.  

You look back at the three men with your glossed over eyes, waiting for a tentative punishment for not asking for permission to speak freely before going off. 

Winters, Nixon and Lipton exchanged concerned glances. 

“Y/F/N,” Winters approached you, “I’ve been noticing for awhile that the weight of the war has been anchoring you down. It gets to all of us at some point, so it’s fine to get it off your chest. As long as you keep pushing forward and lean on the guys for support.”  

“Just make sure when you lose it that it’s only with us. I don’t think Sink would put up with that.” Nixon joked. 

You scoffed flashing a weak smile at him. 

“You’re doing good work with us. Nobody has any complaints.” Winters added. 

You nod, “Thank you, sir, that means a lot coming from you.” you replied. 

“In the meantime, go find Liebgott and stay with him until you’re smiling again. That kid always has something to say that makes the guys laugh.” Nixon said with a wink. 

“Yes, sir.” you respond with a slight grin before leaving the three men under the tarp overhang. 

~~~~~~~ 

You didn’t go to Joe, though. You went back to your foxhole to be alone. As the sun was setting, the air became chillier, and you found yourself uncontrollably shivering. You started to regret not finding Joe to get some extra warmth from him in his foxhole.

And as if he heard you thinking about him, Joe appears crouching over your foxhole. He remained quiet for a minute to see if it was safe to join you, but you keep your face buried in your folded arms covered by your wool blanket. Joe thought he heard you either whimpering or crying, but as he leaned in closer, he discovered you were actually humming a song to yourself.  

“Hey.” Joe said softly. 

You look up at him with tired blood shot eyes, red nose and peeling chapped lips. You had been crying silently in that hole all afternoon and you knew Joe would know. You attempt a weak smile then rest your chin on your knees.  

Joe hopped in and plopped down next to you. He studied you for a few seconds then nudged you with his elbow. You side eye him without any additional response. 

“I just talked to Lip-” he began.  

You looked down. 

“-He asked me if you had come to see me. Had to tell him no. He told me what happened, and that Nixon told you to come see me.” he continued. 

You remained quiet, shifting from your chin to your cheek looking away from Joe.  

Liebgott moved closer to you putting his arm across your shoulders. His closeness made you tremble. You wanted to lean into his chest to get warm, but you stayed put. 

Joe tilted his head, “Why didn’t you come to me, Gams?” he asked, almost sounding offended. 

His fingers gently gliding back and forth on your shoulder, he anxiously waits for you to answer him.  

“I-I don’t know...” you muttered as you sniffled. 

Joe reached for your shoulders to turn you towards him. You rotate entirely around as his hands guided your face to his. You finally look at him with tears cascading down your cheeks. Sensing how distraught you still were, he pulled you into him, embracing you tightly as he leaned against the dirt wall. You curl into him resting your head right over his chest. 

“I gotchyu, doll-” he reassured then kissed the top of your head. “I’m right here.” 

Joe held you, allowing you to soak his coat with your tears while you silently bawled as you wrap your arms around his torso, holding him like a lifeline. He didn’t know what else he could possibly do for you, so he occasionally planted a kiss on the side or top of your head while kneading your back or arms to give you any sort of relief. 

This lasted for awhile until you were drained of tears to shed. You shifted upward to lay your head into the crook of Joe’s neck to be as close to him as possible. 

“So,” Joe started, “did you really tell Malark that you’d shoot him?” he asked. 

For the first time all day, you laughed. Your laughter is music to Joe’s ears as he embraces you tighter then kisses your forehead. 

“I sure did.” you respond, your voice raspy and strained since you hardly said a complete sentence for hours. 

“Pretty sure you scared him out of looking for that Lugar for his nephew.” Joe stated. 

“Good.” you responded. 

He rested his chin on top of your head. 

“What were you singin’ anyway?” he asked. 

You sighed, “Tu-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral.”  

“Tu ra what?” Joe laughed trying to look at you. 

You giggle, “By Bing Crosby? From the movie ‘Going My Way?’ You don’t know it?”  

“Ah sure, I think I’ve heard it once or twice-” he responded while pulling you in closer, “-maybe you can refresh my memory?” he added. 

“I don’t know, Joe, my voice is shit right now from crying.”  

“Sing quietly then. Come on, for me?” he urged winking at you. 

You couldn’t resist the man. You obliged him with a gentle grin. 

🎶“Tu-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral-” you began subtly, “Tu-ra-loo-ra-li...”🎶  

You softly serenade Joe the Irish lullaby until you drift off to sleep in his arms. He stayed with you overnight in your foxhole. His steady heartbeat and rhythmic breathing soothed your inner turmoil, allowing you the deepest sleep you’ve had in months. 

~~~~~~~ 

You wake up sometime in the middle of the night, looking up to see Joe knocked out still holding onto you as he was before you fell asleep on him. 

You move your head up and press your lips into his neck, gently placing a kiss right over the scar left behind from the wound at crossroads. He shuddered, then woke up alarmed, looking at you with hooded droopy eyes. 

“Heeeeey now, Gams-” he cautioned flashing a half-concerned expression. “Whaddya tryin’ to do?” he said through a yawn with a nervous laugh while rubbing his neck where you had kissed him. 

“What?” you respond partially entertained by his reaction. 

He looked at you skeptically, “Come on, you know whatchyu did.” he rebuked, taking an opportunity to stretch. 

You shrug at him with a coy smirk. He smiled at you cynically.  

“You keep doing that shit and we’re going to have to find something to cover this foxhole, so nobody sees what I’d like to do you.” he stated, his voice gravelly and low.  

You gasp as you back off him, “Joseph Liebgott!”  

He chuckled, “Just giving you a fair warning, sweetheart. Don’t think I won’t.” he replied with a wink. 

You felt a wave of heat rush over your entire body as you stared at him in shock by his honesty. 

You scoffed, “Noted. I’ll be more mindful where and when I put my kisses.”  

“Mm-hm...” Joe hummed side eyeing you suspiciously. 

You feel yourself blush as you bashfully smile back at him. He pulled you back onto him. 

“Go back to sleep you little tsrus (troublemaker).” he whispered in Yiddish, then kissed your forehead.  

~~~~~~~ 

[captaincherrie]

Back in Chicago

Pairings: Lewis Nixon x f!reader

Summary: Lewis and reader have some unresolved feelings? Very loosely inspired by this song.

warnings: uncertainty, fluff, cuteness? It’s late, this isn’t proof read or anything!!!

Disclaimer: any writing of Band of Brothers is strictly based of their fictional representation in the show. No disrespect to the true hero's.

Authors note: so this came to me suddenly, had to write it. Again fighting for my life with the style of this, trying to figure it out. This is definitely not my best, but overcoming writers block by writing small things As always, let me know what you think, enjoy (and my requests are open)

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He looked right at her. Eyes scanning her face, trying to convey the message he wasn’t allowed to say yet. They had met in Belgium, in the midst of hell. Her hands trying to work magic, while attempting to soothe the pain that lingered around. But now, comfortable in Germany while looking over the beautiful landscape, Lewis felt sober for the first time in a long time.

They had spent the afternoon together near the lake, each their own book, in their own little world

“Where will you go now- once the war is over?” He asked hesitantly, breaking the comfortable silence. The war was over, he just wasn’t allowed to say it yet.

Y/n smiled at him, her smile reaching all the way to her eyes. She looked radiant, he realized, like a thousand shimmering suns laughing right at him. 

“I’ll go back home to Chicago, Nix. Maybe work at the hospital there, maybe find someone who takes me dancing and reads to me in the park. Have a dog and some babies eventually. You know, finally start a life. ” She winked. 

He nodded at her words, breaking his gaze away from her. His hands fidgeted with the corner of the page he was reading. They had gone dancing the night before, the memories coming right back. They had been so close, her perfume dazing his senses and her soft curls tickling his neck.

“Sounds nice enough. You deserve it, Y/n.” He sighed, bringing his eyes back to the words in front of him. Pushing down the feeling that was screaming at him.

After a few moments, Y/n spoke up again, “What about you, Lewis?”

“What about me?” He looked at her.

She closed her book, connecting their eyes, “What do you deserve?”

He looked down, lowering his head slightly. “I will figure it out, I guess.” He answered.

She sighed, stood up and took her book. Taking a few steps back, she turned around to face him once more. “I know exactly what you deserve, Lewis Nixon. But I’ll give you time. Once you figure it out, will you come visit me? In Chicago I mean?” She smiled. 

Not bothering to hear his answer, she walked away grinning while shooting him one last wink. He watched her go, a small sparkle of hope tingling in his stomach. 

He looked after her with reddened cheeks, blinking slowly. Did he hear her correctly? He had just been served a divorce letter. Everything, including his dog, has been taken away from him. Was she seriously offering him a new chance on a silver platter? 

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4 months later, back in Chicago.

They had sent a few letters back and forth. Small updates of their lives shared, but nothing more. He hadn’t responded to her last letter, which was a few weeks ago. Multiple things had crossed her mind, maybe the divorce hadn’t gone through, maybe he decided he didn’t want her? Had she been too vague or maybe too forward? He has always been such a smart man, he must have gotten the clue. He was an intelligence officer after all.

. 

A knock on the door broke her train of thoughts. Shaking the feeling, Y/n made her way to the front of the house. Her friend Betty had promised to come pick her up so they could go out in the evening.

Stopping in the hallway, she took a moment to put on her heels and look one last time in the mirror. Reapplying her lipstick, she heard a second set of knocks. Grinning to herself, she yelled, “Yes Betty, I’m coming! Christ, you’re impatient.”

Turning the knob, she opened the door. 

“Hi.”

Her face fell. “You’re not Betty,” she whispered. 

Lewis looked at her, she looked more rested, a healthy blush sitting on the apples of her cheeks. She looked beautiful. 

“No, but I was hoping you’d go dancing with me instead?” He asked with a small smirk on his face.

Y/n blinked once, then quickly overcame her shock. Jumping up, she brought her arms around his neck, she crossed her legs around his waist. The movement caused him to stumble slightly, trying to hold on to her as best as possible as he found his footing again. He brought his head to the crook of her neck, a genuine smile overtaking him as he smelled the same perfume as that last day together. He held her up for a few minutes, before slowly lowering her to the ground again.

“You came! I- I thought-” She beamed.

He grinned while answering, “How could I not? Had to come find my girl, right?” 

Her lips parted slightly as her brows furrowed, “your girl?”

“Yes, Y/n. I heard what you said all those months ago, and I have been going over it. Again, and again, and again.” He scanned her face.

Cupping her chin, he looked into her eyes again, “If you let me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. I will give you whatever you want. Whatever it takes to feel the way you make me feel all the time.” He confessed. 

At this point she was blushing furiously, “Lewis Nixon, have you been drinking again?”

“No, sweetheart, stone cold sober.” He chuckled.

Y/n looked at him, trying to find something on his face that indicated he was joking. When she couldn't find anything, she locked their eyes again, “Then kiss me, you fool. I’ve waited long enough”

“Yes, ma’am.”

[seventeenficsformalereader]

See you again ; Huening Kai

Being far from your loved one can be hard :(

Genre : Fluff

Warnings : None

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Huening Kai sighed as he turned to his other side and didn't see him lover next to him. He's on tour at the moment and they are far in Belgium while his soulmate M/N is all the way back in Korea, waiting for Huening Kai's return. He was feeling a bit down since they have been on tour for a month already and they will be for a bit more time. It'll take atleast 6 months until he can see his lover in person again.

Huening Kai took his phone and messaged M/N

Hyuka <3 : "Miss you :( Wish you were here"

M/N : "Don't say that or you'll make me sad too :(("

Hyuka <3 : "I can't help it if I'm feeling lonely without you"

M/N : "Well I think I'm worth waiting for"

Huening Kai smiled at the text then sent one more text

Hyuka <3 : "You are more worth than anything in this world, my love <3"

Huening Kai smiling at his phone peaked Yeonjun's interest "Who are you texting? You seem happy?" Yeonjun asked and Huening Kai rolled his eyes "No one" He answered and put his phone down.

"No one, huh?" Yeonjun asked and looked at Kai with a raised eyebrow. Huening Kai nodded and sighed. Yeonjun smirked and quickly snatched Huening Kai's phone "YAH! GET BACK HERE! GIVE IT BACK!" Kai yelled and went after Yeonjun, who had began to run away "A new message from 'M/N' AND A HEART EMOJI?! Who's that!?" Yeonjun teased and Huening Kai tackled Yeonjun on the ground, not too hard, but it hurt a bit "No one! Give it back" Kai said and took his phone back

"What are you doing?" Soobin asked after walking out of his room "Why are you on the floor?" he asked a follow up question "Kai has a secret lover" Yeonjun teased and Huening Kai hit him on the arm "He's no one!" Kai said and stood up "No one huh?" Soobin asked "He?" Beomgyu asked from behind them. He had heard the conversation. "No one!" Huening Kai repeated annoyed.

"Come on. You can tell us! We're not mad" Yeonjun reassured and looked at Huening Kai "And sorry for taking you phone" he added and smiled, also standing up now.

Huening Kai thought for a moment, reading the text from M/N that said "I'm actually gonna cry, I miss you so much" and then sighed "Fine... I have a boyfriend. His name is M/N. We have been dating for a year already" Huening Kai explained "And you told us now only?" Beomgyu said and raised an eyebrow "Give him a break, it can be quite hard telling such a thing. Does the company know?" Soobin asked and Kai shook his head "We agreed that we keep it a secret. Exception is telling you guys." Huening Kai explained and the rest nodded.

"When can we see him?" Yeonjun asked curiously and Huening Kai shrugged "Well were not gonna be back in Korea for some time." Huening Kai said and sighed "Do you have a photo?" Beomgyu asked and Huening Kai shook his head "I mean I do. But... It's not so family friendly." Huening Kai admitted and Soobin looked at Kai with a raised eyebrow "Do not tell us more" Yeonjun said and Kai smiled "Wasn't planning on" He said and laughed softly. "You seriously don't have photos of him?" Beomgyu asked confused and Huening Kai smiled. "He doesn't like being in photos"

But he couldn't wait to introduce his boyfriend to the members. He knew that his members would love M/N, and would support the relationship, and definitely keep it a secret.

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A/N : I'm sorry it's so short😭

[milaisreading]

Can I request a part two to isolation? I really wanna see c/n meet Norway and Iceland. Maybe Mr Puffin decides to make a few loud comments or something.

🌱🩷: Hope u are fine with what I came up for this request!

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

🌍Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya🌍

"(C/N)!!! HURRY UP! YOU NEED TO HURRY UP AND MEET MY FRIENDS!" The girl cringed from the spot she was standing on, looking at the approaching boat of her friend and ally, Denmark. It had been roughly 6 months since she agreed to open up her country. So far it was good, she established some trade deals with Russia, Belgium, and Netherlands, who she even met 2 months ago. Currently, her boss was negotiating trading offers with Britain, France, Spain, and Prussia, who she really wasn't keen on meeting, so her boss went without her.

'They all sound so intimidating from what I could read.' She thought, thinking of all the things she read about them. And right now she was waiting for Denmark to pick her up so she could meet 2 other nations. The Dane already established a strong relationship with her, so naturally he thought it would be a good idea for her to become close with 2 other nations he knew, Norway and Iceland. (Y/n) was pretty familiar with the two, well not familiar, but she heard a lot about them in the six months and prior to isolating herself. Denmark loved talking about his friends... a lot.

'I wonder if he talked about me.' She thought while nervously playing with her fingers. Too lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice the ship dock on the port and the blonde nation running to her.

"What's with the long face?! The king is here to cheer you up!!" Denmark yelled, pulling the girl into a tight hug.

"D-Denmark?! Don't hug me so out of a sudden! And I was just thinking!" (Y/n) said, trying to get out of the hug as the people sent them weird glances or giggled at the exchange.

"But I missed you!"

She rolled her eyes at his words, but stopped the struggle, anyway.

"Are you ready? Did you pack what you need? Jeez, did it get colder since I last visited you?" Denmark kept asking as he let go of the smaller nation, shuddering as a gust of wind hit them.

"Well, you did visit me in June, now it's September, of course it will be colder now. Besides, you shouldn't have come to pick me up, I could have come with a ship." (Y/n) said to the taller, who shook his head.

"No way! I doubt that you remember how bad the North sea can be, it would be better if you don't go alone." Denmark argued as (Y/n) raised an eyebrow at her comment.

"I have well-equipped sailors, you know."

"I know you do, but better safe than sorry." Denmark added in and patted her head.

"Ok, ok. Anyway, want something to eat? We prepared some food for you and your men."

"Sure! Do you have any alcohol?"

"Yep. We made sure to get beer for you all." The girl said as she led Denmark into the city.

Two days later, Denmark and (C/n) left the port and ship set sails towards Denmark's place. Aside from (C/n) joining Denmark on the ship, she had brought some material goods as a gift to him and the 2 friends that were waiting for them to come back.

"I already prepared a whole plan for us! Since you are staying at my place for the next 2 weeks I made sure to write down all the important places for you to see." Denmark said excitedly as (Y/n) went over the list he gave her. She was really impressed with how detailed the list was.

"Thank you, but you didn't need to plan out so much. I would have been fine with anything. This was probably a chore to do." The girl looked up at the blonde as they sat in a cabin, the Dane only looked at her in confusion.

"It's not a chore, you are my friend so I want you to be comfortable while visiting. I didn't get to hang out with you in a long while."

"Still, I don't want to burden you-"

"You are not burdening me." Denmark interrupted her, sighing in annoyance as he poked her forehead a few times.

"Norge!! I brought my friend with me! Where are you and Iceland?" The Dane announced as he walked into his house, (Y/n) kept quiet as she looked around. It was a lot different than hers, not to mention that the weather was a lot warmer.

"I shouldn't have brought so many clothes along, now that I think about it." She mumbled to herself, jumping a little as she heard an unfamiliar voice.

"Must you be so loud? You don't know how silent the past days were without you." (Y/n) peeked a little behind Denmark to find a blonde boy with indigo eyes staring at Denmark in annoyance. He was a lot shorter than the Dane, but still a little taller than her.

'The descendants of Vikings are giants! The rumors were true!' She thought as the blonde turned his attention to her.

"I must apologize for him, he is a loud mouth most of the time." The boy said in a monotone manner, earning a loud protest from Denmark.

"I am Norway, by the way. You must be (C/n), the Dane talked a lot about you."

"He did?" She wondered in confusion as Denmark pushed her in front of Norway.

"I-I mean, he talked a lot about you and another country as well. It's nice to meet you."

Norway nodded his head and shook her hand.

"Well, it's nice that someone else in this house knows about manners as well." Notway off-handedly commented.

"You want something to drink? I made tea."

"Would be nice, thanks." She nodded her head, still a little awkward with the new nation.

'But, he seems nice. It's worth giving him a shot, I think.' (Y/n) thought as Norway led her to the kitchen.

"Hey! Don't forget about me like that." Denmark pouted, walking after the duo.

"The tea tastes amazing, Norway! Thank you  I really needed it after that trip we had." (Y/n) said as the blonde nodded his head.

"The North sea made issues again?" Norway wondered, glancing at Denmark.

"Just the usual. Though, (C/n) didn't sail on it for a while, so she was more shaken up."

"True, it was a terrifying experience." She admitted as Norway glanced at her.

"Understandable, I still remember the first time I sailed on it, but you get used after a while." The Norwegian shrugged as Denmark let out a loud sigh.

"Enough with the small talk, (C/n) didn't come all the way here for that." The two looked at each other and then at the blonde.

"We should go look for Icey and go around the city. Copenhagen changed a lot since she visited me the last time.."

"I am fine with it." Norway shrugged his shoulders, looking back at (Y/n).

"You fine with it as well?"

"O-oh! Sure, sounds great!" The other nation answered, still not used to his monotone voice.

'But he is very nice. Tho, I wonder why they don't have much food around. Denmark never told me he had any issues.' She thought, glancing at the kitchen suspiciously.

"Alright, I will go and get that rascal-"

"No need! He is hiding here!"

(Y/n) gasped in surprise as she heard a rough voice and turned to where the entrance to the kitchen was, only to find a black bird.

"Isn't that a Puffin? I read a lot about them. I didn't know that they could talk." She commented, looking back at Norway as Denmark walked over to where the bird was.

"Should have read more then, Missy!" Norway sent the bird a warning glare before looking back at (Y/n).

"Nr. Puffin is a special case, I guess. He can be a little rude, but please don't take it to heart." The blonde said as (Y/n) nodded her head.

"Don't worry, I can handle it." She said back.

"But, can you tell me why you have such a lack of f-"

"Let me go! I can walk on my own, I am not a kid." A new voice interrupted (Y/n)'s questioning and she turned to where Denmark was holding a much shorter boy with silver hair and purple eyes.

'Adorable!! Such a cute child!" She internally squealed as she looked a the boy, who was holding Mr. Puffin now.

"You sure are acting like one now, Iceland." Norway commented as both him and (Y/n) got up to where the trio were.

"You are Iceland?! It's nice to meet you, my name is (C/n). I am a new friend now, I guess." She said, fighting back the urge to hug the smaller.

"It's nice to meet you." The silver-haired boy blushed and looked away, embarrassed by the attention he was getting.

'So cute!' (Y/n) thought as Denmark put him down.

"By the way, did you bring us any food?" Iceland asked bluntly, looking at the nervous Dane.

"Ehm, well.... Boss said we will get new shipments next week."

"You said that last time." Mr. Puffin announced loudly as Iceland nodded his head.

"Uhm, are you guys struggling with food or something?" (Y/n) whispered in worry to Norway as Denmark tried to explain to the other two.

"A little. We had a small crisis after a conflict with Sweden. Denmark is trying his best to hold everything up, tho." Norway nodded, going back to calming down the two as (Y/n) thought everything over for a moment. She didn't want her new companions to suffer, especially when a little kid was involved. And besides, her boss did say she could do whatever as long as she made allies.

"Uhm, if you are having a hard time with food..." The four looked back at the girl, who became nervous from the attention she was getting.

"We... My people have a lot of food that we can give you."

"Food?! A lot of food?!" Iceland's eyes lightened up at those words.

"Huh? That's very generous of you. Will your boss be fine with that?" Norway asked, surprised by the offer.

"Don't worry, he won't mind. Are you fine with it, Denmark?"

The Dane was taken aback by the offer. Sure, she was always nice to him, but the help she would send was always well-thought of, and not so impulsive.

"T-that would be great, if your people are fine with it as well."

"Don't worry, they will be."

(Y/n) assured them as the Puffin landed on her head.

"I might need to change owners. Missy, do you want a bird?"

"Uhm..." The girl muttered as Iceland stomped over to get the bird while Denmark and Norway started scolding him.

'Quite an interesting bunch.' She thought in amusement.

[harryssattelitestomper]

Going on tour with bf!Harry (written one-shot)

Warnings: Use of "she/her" pronouns. Cursing.

Wordcount: 1K.

A/N: I'm not used to writing written one-shots but I tried my best, I hope you like it! Feedback is always welcomed 🥰

To be fair I hadn't meant to leave packing for the last minute, I just got distracted with other things. At least that's what I kept telling myself. But the truth was I just couldn't find it in myself to start, I mean no one likes packing for trips.

Perhaps my lack of enthusiasm was just because I knew I had to pack almost my whole entire wardrobe with me. I mean I was going on tour with Harry for a month. And a girl needed outfit options.

After finally pulling myself out of my spot on the bed where I had cocooned myself, I began to sort through my wardrobe and putting my stuff into my suitcase.

After what felt like hours I was finally done with packing. I put my suitcase at the end of Harry's and my bed for him to carry downstairs later and made my way down the stairs and into the kitchen.

I grabbed an iced tea from the fridge and after receiving a text from Harry saying he's gonna be home in an hour, I started making dinner.

As I had just finished making the pasta sauce and began to pour it in with the pasta I heard the front door closing.

"Lovie I'm home" I heard Harry yelling from the entryway, sounding relieved to be home.

"In the kitchen!" I continued making dinner as I waited for him to reach me. And a few seconds later I felt strong arms around my waist and a face being showed into my neck, peppering kisses along the expanse of my neck.

'missed yous' and 'i love yous' being murmured into my neck, I finally let myself move from the embrace and turned around to face him, my arms looping around his neck.

"Hi" his voice soft as if he'd just woken up even though that was not the case and he had in fact been up since 6am.

"Dinner's ready" I stated as I loosened my arms from him and started getting plates up from the cabinet.

As we situated ourselves at the dining table, plates full of pasta and glasses filled with red wine we relaxed, talked about the upcoming departure for the last shows of Love On Tour and just enjoyed each other's company.

It was 6am when Harry's alarm rang and it was time for us to go to the airport. Since we had packed most of our things, we just did our morning business, got dressed in some comfortable clothes and took off in the car that had been ordered for us. We were going to Werchter, Belgium for some of the shows that were ending an era. We had traveled back to our London home inbetween the Cardiff show and the Werchter show for some much needed rest. Because nothing beat the feeling of sleeping in your own bed.

After about an hour flight we'd arrived to Brussels from where we'd take a car ride to Werchter since it too took only an hour.

When we finally arrived to our hotel we straight away flopped onto the hotel bed, even though the flight and car ride were fairly short, traveling and interacting with people was always a bit exhausting so we took a quick nap before meeting with the others (Ai Sarah, Mitch etc.) at the lobby and going sight-seeing.

We went to see Stadhus van Leuven, which I wasn't sure if it was anything special but at least the building was absolutely beautiful.

After visiting a few more landmarks and going to grab some lunch, we strolled back to the hotel to get ready to leave for sound-check.

I was sitting on a random equipment box watching Harry and the band practice (really I was just admiring him). He randomly waved at me or blew me a kiss which, even after three years of dating still got butterflies to appear in my stomach.

"What's up" he chimed as he made his way over to me on the equipment box.

"Nothing, just thinking bout' how Love On Tour is almost over" I replied, with a bit of a bittersweet tone.

Harry moved to sit with me on the box and wrapping his arms around my waist.

"It is kind of bittersweet isn't it? A part of me is scared about people being disappointed in me taking a break but a bigger part of me is so excited about what's to come." he mumbled while playing with my engagement ring.

I just nodded my head and leaned my against his shoulder, knowing he was more making an observation than waiting for an answer. As we sat and watched the crew putting things in order I kept thinking about how proud of him I was.

"Guys you need to go get dressed" Jeff told us so we made our way to Harry's dressingroom.

Harry was dressed and doing his pre-show stretches as I once again stood on the side as to not get in anyones way. I had also changed my outfit (per H's request since he liked when I matched him) .

As it was time for him to start going on stage he came to collect his good-luck kiss and he was on his way.

I also made my way towards Anne who had flown to tonight's show. We, together with my assigned bodyguard made our way into the VIP/family booth.

"Can't believe tour's almost over" Anne mumbled to me when we were finally seated and rested her hand on mine. "Me neither, I'm trying to make the most of it before it's over" I answered her as I took in the view around me. Nothing could beat the way people lit up when they saw Harry, how they exchanged bracelets, dressed in colorful clothes, felt at ease. Oh, how I was gonna miss this. Obviously I knew there where so many things and new projects waiting for me and Harry in the future, but I've never been good with change.

As Harry finally came on stage he immediately had everyone drawn to him. Everyone's attention was on him.

As the night went on me and Anne danced and sang, watched Harry reading and answering signs, laughing with him, just enjoying the night fully.

After all; New and great beginnings are often disguised as painful endings.

[nyoomfruits]

Oscar “human embodiment of the standing man emoji” Piastri LOOOOL you hit the nail on the head with this

I’ve read ALL of your Landoscar fics and loved them and now I need more — do you have any recs? I love the chaotic Lando + just some guy Oscar dynamic I demand more content 😭

oooooh anon you've come to the right adres i have SO MANY fic recs and i need to yell about all of them

first of all there's this list i posted before!

now for the newer stuff because landoscar writers are just out there creating masterpieces every single day and i'm just a grateful recipient:

carried away by venerat | E | 22k

"Oscar," Lando said. "Don't hate me, alright, but I've—”

ITS A FAKE DATING AU BY THE ONE THE ONLY VENERAT LITERALLY WHAT MORE COULD YOU WANT. this is BEYOND perfect especially because you said you love the chaotic lando + just some guy oscar dynamic because this captures that PERFECTLY. anyway this is everything to me and i sleep with a printed copy of this under my pillow

how much can you fit (under your skin) by cloudcollector | E | 4,5k

Oscar has biteable thighs. Lando has teeth.

The Thigh Biting Fic (tm). this was posted like i think a week ago and it's already a classic. mandatory landoscar reading i'd say. for everyone who wants to bite oscar's thighs and for everyone who doesn't yet know they want to bite oscar's thighs. the tldr everyone comes out of this wanting to bite oscar's thighs. anyway, 10/10 characterization, features oscar's reading which i LOVE and just. so goddamn hot a++++++

signed sealed by venerat | E | 4k

Delivered.

yeah yeah another venerat fic sue me. the tldr is if you love landoscar just binge read venerat's fics. ANYWAY this one is in a VERY fun texting format which i LOVE i love when fics find different intersting ways to tell a story. also very very hot

Your Plans (And Those Slow Hands) by xxcelientje | E | 4k

He could probably fit both of Oscar’s hands in one of his own, he could for sure use one hand to hold both of Oscar’s wrist and an idea entered his mind. He smiled at Oscar. ‘You like my hands?’ Oscar’s cheeks reddened even more as he nodded, his eyes still on their joined fingers. ‘They fascinate me,’ he admitted, biting his lip. OR: Lando and Oscar have some fun (and share some feelings) after the Belgium GP

celine is insane and i have a hand kink now. anyway this is so!!!!!!!! them being all tender horny for each other and also so fucking DESPERATE for each other i'm so weak for that always. 10/10 we as a fandom should include more light choking in landoscar fics as a rule

what would you do (if I went to touch you now)? by laceyamethyst | E | chapter 4/5

“Okay, so they both like each other. We need to get them together.” “How? Lando’s too freaked out to think straight and Oscar is the human embodiment of the standing man emoji.” Charles purses his lips for a moment before he snatches his boyfriend’s phone up from the other side of the table. “What are you doing?” “Initiating Mission Landoscar.” “Did you just make that up?” Charles waves at him dismissively as he begins texting, and Max lays his head down on the coffee table and prays for strength. *** In which Max tries to prove to an oblivious Charles how glaringly obvious it is that Lando is head over heels in love with Oscar. When Charles finally gets with the program, Lestappen go on A Mission™ to get the two idiots to admit their feelings for each-other, but it’s easier said than done.

if you've been following me for a while you've probably heard me yell about this fic because i'm OBSESSED with it. especially very good for lestappen shippers trying to dip their toe into landoscar because the whole fic is from max's pov and has LOADS of cute max/charles moments. just AAAAAh. the landoscar dynamic is super super cute and so perfect in this, it has a bunch of straight up hilarious shenanigans and also a VERY VERY fun characterization of logan that i'm obsessed with. 10/10 recommend, cry over it daily, need to lay on the floor about it regularly

[racinginchid3nt]

Happier Than Ever | Part Three

Y/N x Pierre Gasly, Y/N Best Friend x Lance Stroll

Whirlwind romances with professional athletes certainly have their perks, or do they?

Inspired by Happier Than Ever - Billie Eilish

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, abortion, etc

Previous | Next

The summer break had passed by in relative ease. The two of you had spent another day in Belgium before making your way to Portugal.

Your days had been filled with time on the yacht and exploring the area. His friends had come to join you after the third day, the group of you going to the club and restaurants throughout the city.

You felt like you had already put on 10 pounds from the amazing seafood that all of the beachside restaurants served. And your skin had taken on a perfect golden tan, the result of laying out every day on the beach or the yacht.

It was a great break from the travel that came with following Pierre to races. And Portugal was absolutely beautiful. Your family used to go when you were younger, a perk of the beautiful country boarding your own so closely. It held good memories with your father, of you all riding around on bikes between the hotel and the Sunday morning market, of your brother learning to swim in the hotel pool, and the sandcastles you made with your mother.

It was the start of the third week of the break, and you were digging through your bag to look for your sportier swimsuit. The halter top better supported your chest, and with the jet ski trip Pierre had planned, you were going to need it. As you moved aside your pink toiletry bag, you paused.

You had never taken the bag out. What was todays date? The 15th? Abandoning your swimsuit search you ran to grab your phone. Pulling up your calendar you started to count through the dates. It was already the 15th? It couldn’t be. Fuck.

Sinking to the floor, you pulled your knees to your chest, hoping if you stared at the calendar long enough the dates would change.

You were three days late. You were never late.

That was how Pierre found you twenty minutes later. Staring off at the yellow bedroom walls, clutching your phone in silence.

“Y/N, what aren’t you changed yet?” He asked.

You continued to stare at the wall, minds racing.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N? What’s going on?” He asked.

He bent down in front of you but outside of a quick glance at him you remained silent. He pulled your phone from your hand, typing in your passcode and looking at the open app.

The words “3 days late” stared at him from the period tracking app.

“No.” He said.

You looked at him, unsure of how to respond. Tears welled up in your eyes, silent sobs racking your body.

“No!” He yelled.

“No. Fuck that. Absolutely not!” He continued.

“Pierre…” You whispered.

“No!”

“I don’t even know for sure. I feel fine, it may not,”

He cut you off.

“No, it is not. I’m not having a kid anytime soon. It’s not up for discussion. You’re not keeping it. Figure it out.” He said, before standing and leaving the room.

As the door slammed behind him, tears continued to fall from your eyes. You heard the sound of the car starting, the group heading out to the boat day without you.

It wasn’t until the sun started to set that you managed to pull yourself off the floor. Throwing your clothes into your suitcase and packing up your toiletries, you made your way to the front of the villa. Calling a cab you directed him to the airport. Stopping at a drugstore along the way, you covered your face with your hand, hoping no one would see who you were or what you were buying.

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The earliest flight back to Barcelona wasn’t until late that night. Which is how you found yourself in a cramped airport bathroom stall, a timer counting down on your phone.

You paced back and forth through the small space, trying to look anywhere but at the small plastic stick that had the power to do so much damage to your life. Fuck, what if it was positive? When we’re you going to do then? Pierre had made his viewpoint clear.

You had just turned 24 though. Yeah you were young, but you certainly wouldn’t be a teen mother. Maybe you could keep it? You still had a well padded savings account from your old job. How far would that go in raising a kid?

Where would you even raise it? Barcelona? Or would Pierre want it to grow up near his family in France? Fuck what would Pierre do if you kept it?

He would come around. Right? Maybe? Fuck you truly didn’t know what he would do. He was 27. Isn’t that around when people started having kids? You racked your brain, thinking about your friends from home and their older sibling.

Ella’s brother had a kid. He had to be 28? now. His fiancé and him and planned the baby. They were happy about it.

The alarm beeped, startling you, before you flipped the test over.

‘Not Pregnant’ it read.

As tears streamed down your face, you wrapped the test in toilet paper, before tossing it in the bin. But despite the relief coursing through you, you couldn’t help but be upset.

How had you ended up with someone who left when he thought you might be pregnant, leaving you to take a test alone in an airport bathroom. Kids wasn’t something the two of you had really discussed much, and there he was, not asking but telling you, that if you were pregnant you needed to get rid of it. And he hadn’t even offered to accompany you, simply telling you to deal with it. What kind of guys does that.

Your mind replayed the moment over and over in your head throughout the short flight and taxi ride to your best friends apartment.

One thought flickering over and over, what kind of guy does that?

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She had done her best to distract you for the past week and a half. She had always been good at that, never once asking what was wrong or what you and Pierre had argued about. Y/N Best Friend was good at that, always knowing what you needed from her at any given time.

Pierre had gone MIA, never once texting you to see how you were or where you had gone. It was as you and Y/N Best Friend wandered around the small outdoor market that your phone beeped with a text notification.

As he continued on, you started to feel bad. You knew what it was like for the drivers. The ever present fear that some women might baby trap them. You knew it was a concern for Pierre, you should’ve realized he might react that way.

And as he continued on, arranging for your to come meet him at the race next weekend, your anger slipped away entirely. And when he offered to invite Y/N Best Friend to come, you agreed before even asking her.

So when she later agreed after some minor pleading and puppy dog eyes on your end, you threw your thoughts entirely into the sponsorship gala before the race.

Dragging her between stores and throwing gowns at her, you felt yourself truly smile for the first time in weeks. You and Pierre were good, you were spending time with your best friend, and everything was going to be okay.

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Days later when she dropped you off at the airport, you smiled as you boarded the plane. This would be a good weekend you told yourself, it had to be.

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A/N: I’ve had these ideas about what would go in Pierre and his gfs lives while I was working on Lance’s story. It’s kind of nice being able to tie everything back in to the original storyline, building up that world.

The poll results so far have been heavily in favor of sticking the the Lance story for now, but the support I’ve received on this one has been high. So for now im going to kind of bounce around between the two, depending on where my brain leads in regards to their respective plots.

[henrys-wee-hen]

No-one Fucks With The Lobos - Chapter 25

I am so, SO sorry for the length of time it took me to write this chapter! A lot has happened recently that kept me from writing it! I was at home doing construction work, then when I came back to Belgium, I was working on a series pilot outline for a consultation. And redrafting a feature! So, busy busy. But... here it is! Chapter 25, in which you realise maybe things with the Lobos aren't always clean and what they seem...

We're definitely coming to the end of this fic, too, so stay tuned!

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48070186/chapters/124895539

Or read under the cut, as always!

It wasn’t that he changed. He didn’t change overnight. But something was a little bit different after that day.

I'd assumed that marrying him would solidify the amazing relationship we already had. I’d thought it would lead to something even more magical, a power couple to rival the most famous power couples. POTUS and FLOTUS. Beyoncé and Jay-Z. Harley Quinn and the Joker. Peanut butter and jelly. Monogrammed bullets and golden handguns. Nic Cage and the Declaration of Independence.

What it actually led to... I woke up the following day to an empty bed, Teddy already in the office, yelling at someone about how he was going to send Apache Joe in.

“...I fucking know the first one got killed – you fucking think I only had one Apache Joe?! There’s always an Apache Joe! ALWAYS!” I hovered in the doorway, listening. “You better fucking find it. If you don’t have it by the end of the fucking day, I’m taking your fucking head off. You’ll wish it was just your fucking tongue. Or your fucking ear.”

I’d never heard Teddy be so violent. But there was a hardness in his voice that I’d never heard either. I pressed my lips together. Maybe something had happened with Bellafrancesca that I didn’t know about. I stepped into the room, and Teddy turned a glare to me.

“What do you want?”

“Oh... bad time?”

“Not a fucking good time, is it?”

“I woke up and you weren’t there -”

“Don’t be so fucking needy.”

“If you’d let me finish... I was concerned that you’d started working so early.”

Teddy looked at me like I’d gained three heads.

“And?”

What the fuck...?

“And...” I didn’t really know what to say. I twisted the rings around on my finger. “I’m sorry, is it a bad time?”

“Get dressed. We need to go out.”

“Teddy –“ I didn’t finish the sentence. He dismissed me with a flick of his hand and turned his back to me while he scrolled something on his phone. What the fuck?! I looked around the room, my eyes landing on a vase that, sure, fit the décor of the room, but was fucking hideous alone. I picked it up and threw it hard across the room.

It shattered against the wall behind him.

Teddy stopped scrolling and turned slowly. Painfully slowly. His face? Unreadable.

“Do not… fucking dismiss me… with your fucking fingers…” I felt sick. “Tell me why you’re being an asshole…” Teddy stood up. He walked around the desk and sat in front of it, perching on it. He beckoned me closer. “What did I just fucking say?” He rolled his eyes.

“Alright. Fucking come here.” I complied. And as I reached him, he was on me. I’d expected him to hit me or something, with the mood he’d been in, but he didn’t. He pulled me flush against him, tracing my lips with his finger. “That vase… belonged to my fucking father…” he whispered. “And you belong to me… and my things don’t break my father’s things…”

“I think this possession thing has gone a bit far, Teddy –“

“Shh.” The finger tracing my lips pressed hard against them. “I didn’t say you could fucking speak…” He watched me for a moment. When I kept quiet, he continued. “Nothing has changed, sweetheart. Nothing at all. The only thing that has changed is that, to the outside world, the darling little police officer in the New Orleans Police Department has fallen victim to the dangerous criminal Teddy Lobo… and you have. And after the things I did to you, I was surprised you’d agreed to it at all… but here we are…” When I looked at him in confusion, he spluttered with laughter. “God, I fucking love it when you’re all confused, (Y/N)… poor thing. You just keep trying to figure out what the fuck’s happened to you… but I’ll give you a clue, since I’m feeling nice…” he put his mouth by my ear and kissed the hollow of my jaw. I shivered, despite myself.

“Teddy…”

“My behaviour never fucking changed, baby.”

Rebecca’s car screeched to a halt outside Lobo Mansion. She was pissed. Truly pissed. She checked her gun over, making sure she had enough bullets to defend herself. With a final adjustment to her bulletproof vest, she grit her teeth and left the car.

Lobo Mansion was the usual bustling place when she walked in. She looked around, and qas quickly accosted by one of the Lobos’ gargoyle-like brutes.

“What are you in here for, little piggy?”

“I need to see (Y/N) Lobo. Or Bellafrancesca.” Rebecca kept voice even.

“You got an appointment?”

“No.”

“Then the Boss is busy. And (Y/N) lives and works with Teddy. And Teddy lives and works away from here. In his apartment.” Vague, cryptic… Rebecca wanted to nail him in the forehead then and there.

“I need to speak to your boss, then!” she yelled. Cause a scene – that’s how one got to Bellafrancesca. And since (Y/N) was obviously off on some fucking business trip… Bellafrancesca would have to do.

“The Boss… is busy…”

It was Brice who sauntered over, hands resting over the two guns on his hips. Rebecca looked up at him defiantly.

“What’s going on?”

“I need to speak to your Boss. Or (Y/N) Lobo. Or Teddy. Anyone, really.”

“Why? What’s it about?”

“Personal matters.” Rebecca ground her teeth. But she caught the little flicker of amusement in Brice’s eyes. “I… heard (Y/N) and Teddy got married. And…” she looked down. Act. It was all an act. “Well… don’t make me say it out loud, dude. Come on.”

“I understand. And since you’re about to fuck your life up spectacularly, I’ll give you this one. C’mon. With me. Oh – but I’ll take your guns before we go.”

Stripped of her weapons, Rebecca felt a little less powerful than she had been before. But her goal there was simple enough for her to remember even if things did get a bit spicy.

First, she wanted to know where the fuck (Y/N) had been for months. An easy enough question to ask, but whether she’d be able to make sense of the answer was another story entirely.

Second, she wanted to know why (Y/N) had caved and had joined the Lobos. Not just as a dirty cop, but as full-on fucking married to the piece of shit who’d killed her father and so many other people out there…

Third, she’d assess whether or not (Y/N) was there in full sound mind. If not, rescue mission would be a-go.

The upper levels of the Lobo mansion were quiet, which surprised Rebecca, given the hubbub below. Bellafrancesca’s office was at the end of the long corridor.

“This is Rebecca Quincy –“

“Officer Rebecca Quincy…” Rebecca spat.

“Gesundheit. Make her a drink. I’ll go speak to the boss,” Brice murmured to the meek, timid little teenager posing as Bellafrancesca’s assistant.

The kid stood up and moved in impossibly-high heels (for her) to the drinks cabinet.

“What do you like, Ma’am?”

“Water.” Rebecca scowled at the girl. The girl nodded, reaching down into a small mini fridge for a bottle of Voss. She fetched it, with a glass. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

It took an age for Brice to leave Bellafrancesca’s office and invite Rebecca in. But when he did, his face was mirthful. Bellafrancesca was sat behind her desk, smirking too. They’d both bought Rebecca’s bullshit.

“My, my,” Bellafrancesca said softly. “What is this? Officer Quincy. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I want… I want to know about (Y/N). What happened?” Rebecca took the seat offered to her. “Why is (Y/N) now a Lobo?” Bellafrancesca smiled widely.

“It has been a pleasure to watch (Y/N) step into this role Teddy has provided.”

“(Y/N) wouldn’t have stepped into this role willingly at all. What did Teddy do? What did you do?”

“We merely gave (Y/N) the same option you were given.” Bellafrancesca leaned back. “The only difference is that where you have resisted at every turn, (Y/N) chose to take the knee.”

“No. NO.”

“Yes, my dear… even today, you lied to my men to get yourself in here. Understand this, my darling. The three good cops of the city have been whittled down to one. You. One little cop dead, one little cop on bended knee before my son… what shall we do with you, hmm?” Rebecca missed it entirely. The little glance Bellafrancesca gave to Brice, who strode forwards and, before Rebecca knew what had happened, had her tied up expertly in knots she’d never be able to undo alone. “You… I think… will become a little toy for my daughter. She’s ready to break her first police officer, see… we just needed one that still resisted. And you’re a prime candidate.”

“(Y/N) won’t let this happen!”

Bellafrancesca simply laughed.

“Take dear Officer Quincy downstairs. Make sure she can’t escape. Mandy will visit her soon…”

“Of course, Boss.”

I sat beside Teddy in the car, shaking. I looked good today, matching his red suit with my own outfit. We had matching jewellery on, too. But there was something missing from my mind that I couldn’t fully understand, almost like a fog had been lifted and I was seeing the world in full HD again. We were outside a warehouse on the river, but I couldn’t focus on anything Teddy was telling me to focus on. I couldn’t figure out what it was I was missing.

“(Y/N).” Teddy took my hand, but his grip wasn’t loving, like usual. It was hard. Controlling. Domineering. “What did I just fucking say?”

“I… I d-don’t know –“

“Ugh!” he threw my hand back. I twisted the rings that sat heavy around my finger. “Why are you fucking spinning out on me now?! Huh?!”

“I – I’m not –“

“Ever since the fucking wedding you’ve been weird.” He looked at me.

He smirked.

I lost it.

“BECAUSE NOTHING MAKES ANY FUCKING SENSE, TEDDY!” I cried. “Nothing! Your behaviour! The situation! We were in love! We were so in love! And you were willing to give up being a fucking criminal so that we could focus on helping the community! And now you’re cold, you’re mean, and it’s like a foggy weight’s gone from my shoulders – ever since the wedding!” I turned to him. “I want my Teddy back!” Teddy looked at me. It was as though he hadn’t expected me to be so eloquent… until he burst out laughing.

“Oh, sweetheart!” he cried. “Oh, fucking genius!” He pulled his gun out, cocked it, and pressed the barrel against my temple. “Get out of the fucking car and play your part… obey me… or I’ll decorate the window with that magnificently dim little fucking brain of yours. Darling.”

I stared at him, but despite everything, I realised I wasn’t in any position to do anything else except obey him. And I remembered the vows I’d made at the town hall when I’d married him. A vow to obey what he told me to do… but he hadn’t framed it for this kind of situation. He’d framed it like I’d be in trouble and needed to trust him.

There was no fucking trust here.

Still, I got out of the car, and Teddy put his gun away.

The docks were empty, the breeze cool as I stood beside Teddy, slightly behind, watching. Three men were stood opposite too. A shipment was expected to come in that night, and Teddy was giving orders on how the eyewatering amount of cocaine would be distributed around evenly. Half would be sent to other states, and half would circulate Louisiana.

“And the… ahem… live contraband?” one of the guys asked. “They’re in the warehouse.”

“Oh. Them. Yeah. All girls?” Teddy folded his arms. The guy gave him a curt nod. “Show me. I’ll pick the sexy ones, clean ‘em up, and they can come work for me. The rest can go wherever there’s a toilet that needs cleaning.”

“You got it, boss.”

I felt sick.

“Women?” I breathed, falling into step beside him as we walked over to the warehouse behind the guys. “Teddy, you’ve imported women?!”

“Yeah. How else do you think we get hookers?” he looked down at me, face passive, like he was explaining how bread is made to a kid. He offered me his arm, and I knew better than to refuse it. “We gotta keep the boys happy, sweetheart.” I looked down.

Teddy was presented with a seat, and I was given one too, just beside him. He kept his hand on my thigh the entire time, possessive and controlling. I didn’t know, genuinely, if it was a show, or if it was natural for him to do that, now. But the confusion quickly left me as a line of women walked in. It was a disgustingly sorry sight. Some wore clothes too tight for them, shorts that ate into their hips and asses, shirts that threatened to burst around breasts unsupported by any bra. Other women – some of them mere girls – wore baggy, holey clothes that barely revealed anything.

And Teddy’s choices confused me further.

The girls and women covered up were sent off with three of his men to work at the Lobo Mansion, or in the Lobo-owned clubs in the city. The rest, the ones who clearly wanted to show off their assets, were sent to work as cleaners. One woman, sentenced to a life as a cleaner, made a run for Teddy, her long nails clawed as she lunged at him. But before she could spew out whatever language she actually spoke (because I wasn’t wholly convinced these women were North American), Teddy pulled out his already-loaded gun and nailed her through the forehead. He barely moved an inch, otherwise.

“Fucking crazy bitch,” he murmured. I felt sick again. I couldn’t stop it. Before I knew it, I turned and vomited, the meagre breakfast Teddy had given me five minutes for coming right back up. “Jesus fucking Christ, (Y/N)! What happened?!”

“Teddy…” I whimpered. “She – you d-didn’t –“

“I did have to, baby. Otherwise they would have all done the same shit.” He patted my back and smiled at me. “Come on. Let’s get you home.”

As we drove home, Bellafrancesca called. I barely paid attention to the conversation, Bellafrancesca asking about the warehouse, the girls, any special ones… until she mentioned Rebecca. And how Rebecca was there now, wanting to speak to me. Teddy took the turn-off for the Lobo Mansion, and smiled at me.

“Time to see what you’re really fucking made of, baby,” Teddy grinned. When we parked up, he handed me a pack of gum, and reached into the tiny space behind his seat for a water for me. “Sick breath, baby. I wanna kiss you real bad, but I can’t kiss you with sick breath.” I flushed, and drank some of the water, then took a couple of pieces of gum. He watched me, bemused. Amused. Gleeful, almost.

“You wanna kiss me, but you won’t tell me what the fuck has happened these past couple of months, and why it all feels like a dream sequence.” I looked at him.

“Alright. I’ll cut you a deal.” He took the gum from me, then took my hands. “You show me what you’re capable of in here, with Quincy… blow my fucking mind… and I’ll tell you what happened. Deal?”

“Define what you mean by ‘show you what I’m capable of’ and ‘blow your mind’,” I replied. “Because blowing your mind could mean sucking you off so well, you can’t think or see straight for a week… or it could mean getting your gun from you and blowing your literal mind from your skull.” I smiled at him.

“I’m not suicidal, sweet cheeks,” he murmured, stroking my face. “And for a change, I’m not horny. Does that help?”

It helped.

I climbed from the car with him, jaw set. I knew what he wanted me to do, deep down. I just didn’t know if I’d be able to do it when faced with the one person who’d kept me on the straight and narrow in a city where the straight and narrow was a minority.

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Here's a suggestion for fellow fans of listening to a song on repeat for hours to imagine a cool animatic or music video to it: if a song has multiple versions like a cool cover or an acoustic version or a remix or a recording in a different genre or a reprise, make a short playlist with the different versions in a narratively satisfying order so when you listen to that on loop for hours you can think about sequel music videos to the original imaginary music video like it's a series

[just-my-type-x]

Hi love! I love your writing 💕 idk if this will be too specific but could you maybe write something for Colby where reader is usually pretty quiet when around big groups, and whenever they’re at family gatherings someone always comments on how quiet they are and always asks the typical “are you okay?? you seem extra quiet!” and Colby knows how it bothers you and tries to make you feel better? Maybe one day you finally explode and he just applauds you or something like that 😂 I always deal with this with my family and it gets me so annoyed!

Not So Shy

Pic not mine

italics - flashback

i watch as Corey and Jake throw around a tennis ball. they yell at each other to catch the ball or the one that drops it is a loser or a cry baby or other things they come up in the moment. i take a sip from my red cup and turn my head to Tara and Kat speaking as loud as ever.

"Tara, oh my God, what was that sound?!", Kat yells and Tara laughs loudly. i roll my eyes at their unnecessary yelling and loud noises. i feel someone sit down next to me. i turn my head to check out who it is and i smile and lean in to kiss Colby.

"hey, baby, you feeling alright?", he asks me, but a loud crash is heard in the kitchen area where Corey and Jake kept on throwing the ball. they knocked down the pizza plates and some glasses. both Colby and i put our hands to our foreheads because of the mess and because we see Sam fuming. his apartment might catch on fire sooner or later. "Sam definitely doesn't", he laughs and i chuckle.

"i think i'm alright, Colbs", i laugh when i see Kat also knocking down something off the counter, making Sam's face turn into a fed up expression, which made him look funny.

"hey, y/n, i think we should help Kat", Tara chuckles and we walk together towards the mess in the kitchen. i get down to pick up some broken pieces from the plates, while Tara helps Kat clean the portion of the floor where she dropped some drinks. "she's not very talkative. i don't know how Colby gets along so well with her." ,i hear Tara whisper to Kat. i stop in my tracks a split second, but get back to picking up the mess.

"don't be rude. they get along just fine. she's just shy when we're all around. we tend to be pretty loud." Kat takes my side and i smile quick at her statement. "it's so normal for somebody to be quiet sometimes. maybe she just doesn't feel like matching our energy or something"

i get up and go back to Colby, who is scrolling through instagram. he gives me a smile and motions me to get on his lap, which i do. he buries his head in he crook of my neck and starts leaving small kisses on my skin. i chuckle and push him away, playfully.

"i hope you didn't forget we're meeting up with my family tomorrow for dad's birthday gathering, right?", i ask Colby and he brushes his nose to mine, shaking his head "no" in the same time. i smile at him. "great, we have to be at the restaurant at six pm"

"will do, baby", he kisses me quick on the lips and we return to talking to our friends.

present day

"oh and she just stood there and didn't say anything to the woman!", my mom says and laughs loudly, my dad following.

"mom, i was out with a lot of my friends, i couldn't just pick up a fight with a random woman like you just expect it", i roll my eyes and take a bite of what's on my plate.

"sure, darling", she takes a sip of her wine and i look at Colby who gives me a warm smile. we're having fun, not going to lie. my parents really took their time today to get to know Colby better.

"so, Colby, what's on your schedule next? where are you going?", my dad asks and i lean back on my chair to watch them talk.

"well, we just got back from England and Belgium, filmed something there, it's a secret, can't tell you much.", he laughs and both my parents exchange amused looks, them being big fans of the boys and always looking forward to seeing them post. "but i'm sure both og=f you are going to love them", Colby takes a sip of his drink and i squeeze his hand in mine, smiling back at him. "y/n was great this series, actually. very much activity around her this time. i got jealous, not gonna lie", he laughs and i chuckle, looking at my parents, both of them having really surprised expressions on their faces.

"really? but she's so quiet all the time! how was she so fine being in front of the camera.", my mom says and i roll my eyes. they go on for a few more minutes, and i laugh along with them and add a few things now and then when i feel like it's my place to talk.

we finish our deserts and the three of them keep engaging in a lot of subjects.

"come on, y/n, you've got to have an opinion about that matter", my dad moves his hands around, obviously disturbed by some article on the internet which popped up in his google feed. i shake my head and shrug my shoulders.

"no, not really. i don't know much about that anyways.", i take one last sip of my drink before the waiter picks the glass up and leaves with it.

"you should look it up. by the way, are you ok? you barely talked tonight. you're so quiet all the time, i thought tonight might be different.", he sighs and i roll my eyes. i hear Colby gasp.

"please stop!", i raise my voice at my dad and both my parents look at me, with their mouths open. i can see Colby having the same expression on his face, his hand moving closer to mine to grab it, but i move mine away. "all you ever do is talk shit about how i'm too shy and not too talkative when it comes to gatherings and when i'm around a lot of people. i'm not comfortable in any situation, because you always say something that might embaress me or just something to show the others that i'm not as good as the rest are. like i'm not your own daughter that you've raised. and if i'm not comfortable around strangers, like that fucking woman that just came to me and started yelling at me for no apparent reason, or around large groups is because i don't trust those people. it's my fucking choice who i want to be talkative to. it's not that i'm shy or quiet or whatever you want to call me. i'm selective, and if i'm also selective with you, it means that i'm not comfortable around you because you judge me. and don't you dare tell me you don't because just telling me over and over again the same thing is judging.", at this point i'm not aware at the fact that i'm standing and no longer sitting on the chair. i look around and i'm glad people in the restaurant aren't paying attention to us. my parents don't say anything, they just look at each other, shocked.

all of a sudden, the quietness is interrupted by Colby, who starts clapping his hands.

"there you go, baby! that's my girl!", the last sentence is accompanied by a very proud smile he shows my parents.

"now, if you'll excuse us, we have some place else to be at", i say and grab my back from the back of my chair

"do we?", Colby asks and i roll my eyes at his hard-to-catch answer. he gets up and follows me, but not before he thanks my parents for the meal, wishes my dad a happy birthday again and greets my mom goodbye. somehow, he never forgets how to be a gentleman, which i always respect.

he catches me up right before i exit the restaurant.

"hey, babe, you ok?", he asks me outside, by the car. he pulls me in a hug when he sees that my eyes are watery. "i know you're so fed up with this. but you've just proved them they're wrong. that's amazing!", he moves his hand up and down my back, in a soothing manner.

"i know. i'm so happy you were here with me tonight. i always feel better with you next to me", i smile at him and grab him behind his neck.

"always", he smiles and leans towards me. he kisses me soflty and i smile into the kiss when his hands travel to my ass.

"someone's in a hurry", i chuckle as he pulls me back into another kiss.

"you look too good. good thing you're not shy in bed. maybe next time you can tell them that"

"colby!", i blush and i bury my face in his chest. Colby laughs and motions me to the side of passenger seat, opening and closing the door for me. i give him a quick smile before he starts the eninge and he places a soft kiss on the back of my hand, taking off.

[just-another-thundermans-blog]

Mr. Thunderman, Your Son is a Rocket Scientist, Part III

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Hello! The last time I posted anything for this little fic of mine was... 27/7/2020 I guess! Today is 12/6/2022! Yeesh a nearly two year absence...

Well, I'm back now so... Yay? Yeah yay!

I hope you guys like this, my writing style changed quite a bit since 2020 and I scraped off the entire idea for the old Part III! Hopefully this has more substance so I can start working in the fourth and final part!

Now, I'll leave you with the fic!

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Original Snippet - Part I - Part II - Part III (Draft) - Part IV

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"Nora, honey, would you go check in on Max?"

Nora looked up from her doll in order to meet her mother's eyes as the woman called for her attention. Normally, Barb never bothers to ask her youngest daughter to help with anything (other than the standard chores of course) and thus, the 8-year-old girl was slightly perplexed. 

Nora wrinkled her nose as she processed her mother's orders, obviously not wanting to do it, and decided to settle for the easiest thing she could do. 

Complain.

"Why me?" Nora whined in exasperation. 

Her mom rolled her eyes at the (typical) reply, "Because," Barb started pointedly. "Phoebe is helping me out with dinner and I'm, obviously, too busy making dinner."

Nora scowled. "Can't you ask Billy to do it then?"

Barb sighed loudly as Phoebe mumbled something from her place next to the stove. 

Barb shot her eldest a pointed look (as the girl sighed dramatically and turned her attention to the stove) before directing all her attention to Nora. "Sweetie, we all know that Billy lacks…. Tact."

"But-!"

Barb straightened up sharply and gave her youngest daughter 'The Look™'. "No buts!" Barb cut in. "Besides," The woman sighed tiredly. "Your dad decided it was a good idea to take Billy for some 'last-minute’ shopping at the Chocolate Festival in Belgium. I doubt they'll be back any time soo-"

Suddenly, wind-whipped by Barb's face, upturning her perfectly styled hair as the older woman blinked in surprise. Nora had to stifle a laugh as Billy perched himself next to her looking both hyper and aware at the same time.

"We're back!" Her dad's exhausted voice trailed from the living room. 

Barb blinked before she sighed in exasperation. Nora groaned as her mom shooed her and Billy out of the kitchen and into the living room, where their dad was already sprawled on the couch. 

"Billy, put those away in the fridge." Hank said, handing Billy two big paper bags. "And don't use your super speed! We don't want your mom to kill us."

Billy smiled at him bouncing slightly. "Will do!" He said as he ran (normally) to the kitchen.

Nora sighed loudly as she distantly heard her mom tell Billy to 'go and sleep off this sugar rush'. Great. Now she had to go and check up on Max herself. 

"This stinks.” The young girl muttered, as she started heading towards Max’s room. 

"Hm? What's wrong sweetie?" Her dad asked, straightening up a bit so he could look at her properly. 

Nora frowned. "Nothing." She sighed. "I'm just going to check on Max."

"Okay." Hank shrugged a little dismissively. "Yell for me if anything's wrong."

"Will do." Nora replied as she opened the door to the basement a little forcefully.

Walking down the stairs, Nora noticed two things. 1) Max's lair was too quiet. 2) It was dark. 

'Weird.' The 8 year-old thought. 'Max hates working in the dark.'

Nora paused for a moment. If Max's lair was dark did that mean… was Max finally done with his project? 

Well, only one to find out. 

Nora carefully stepped into the lair, noting how dim the blue LED lights were. Normally, Max had those obnoxious things on 'full luminance' or something. Right now they were barely making any light, a stark contrast to how they normally are. 

Luckily, there was just enough light for her to see where she was stepping and where Max's work tables were. There was also enough light for her to clearly see a human-shaped lump on her brother's bed. 

Nora frowned a little worriedly. Max almost never sleeps deeply. If anything he mostly functioned on power naps and barely 4 hours of sleep almost everyday. Or so she heard her mother say whenever she scolded her eldest brother for not taking care of himself.

The 8-year-old slowly approached her brother's bed and leaned in to get a closer look at his face. Max's mouth was a little bit open and, if she concentrated hard enough, she could hear him breathe softly through his mouth. She slowly waved her hand in front of his face. 

No reaction. 

Okay, now she was getting worried. Max was the type of person to wake up if people so much as breathed a little loudly next to him and here she was, standing next to his bed and practically leaning over him. Her presence alone should have woken him up.

'Should I just call for dad?' Nora wondered. 

"Hey. Girlie."

Nora jumped in her place at the sudden sound and spun around. 

Dr. Colosso was watching her from his cage, his beady little eyes looking directly at her as she hovered next to her brother's bed uncertainly. 

"You scared me." Nora hissed a little harshly. 

Dr. Colosso snorted. "You were looking a little worried there." He whispered. "I was doing you a favor."

Nora raised an eyebrow. "You're a supervillain. Villains don't do favors."

"Well, look at you being a smart munchkin." 

Nora wrinkled her nose. "Shut up." She looked back at her brother. "Is he okay?"

Dr. Colosso didn't respond. 

Nora fidgeted in her place. "Uhh, Dr. Colosso?"

"What? You told me to shut up."

"Dr. Colosso!"

"Fine fine, yeesh. Kids these day." The bunny adjusted himself a little in his cage. "Yeah, yeah, the kid's fine don't worry too much."

Nora frowned. "But-"

"He overworked himself a little these past few days, that's why he's out like a light. He'll be back up and running after a little snooze time, so don't worry that little head of yours."

Nora relaxed a bit. "Okay then." She approached Dr. Colosso's cage. "So, what was he making?"

Dr. Colosso's mouth did that weird thing it does whenever he smiles. "It's a surprise." 

Nora felt her lips curl into a pout. Now she wanted to know even more! 

"Well, can you give me a hint?"

"Personally, I think it's a bit less impressive than what he normally creates, but the simpletons at NASA? They'll lose their absolute minds."

"That's not a hint Dr. Colosso!"

"Well, that's all I have for ya so why don't'cha beat it, huh?"

Nora huffed. "Whatever." She muttered, as she left the room. 

Opening the basement door, Nora was met by her parents and sister in the living room. Her mom was fidgeting a little in the middle of the room while her dad looked concerned. Phoebe was just on her phone.

Her mom stopped moving the moment she saw her. "Nora!" Barb exclaimed. "What took you so long? You've been down there for fifteen minutes!"

Nora blinked. "Really?" 

"Yeah." Hank sat up even straighter. "Did something happen?"

Barb leaned a bit towards her daughter. "Yeah, is your brother okay? Do we need to get down there and check on him? Do we call an ambu-" 

"Mom you're overreacting." Phoebe huffed, not looking up from her phone. "If something was wrong Nora would've started screaming, like, 10 minutes ago or something."

Barb didn't seem too convinced. "Well, how is Max, Nora?"

Nora blinked. "Oh. He's asleep." 

"Oooh." Hank nodded. "Well, is he coming up for dinner? Your mom made a casserole.

Nora shook her head. "I doubt it. He didn't wake up when I stood next to him and waved my hand in his face." 

That gave everyone a pause. Even Phoebe had her fingers hovering over the keyboard of her phone, almost as if she'd frozen. 

"Wait, you mean Max is asleep? Like actually asleep? Like, deep deep asleep?" Hank asked, already halfway off the couch. 

Nora nodded. "Yeah. Dr. Colosso said he overworked himself a bit and that's why he's sleeping super deeply."

Barb frowned. "I see." She exchanged a look with Hank. "Well, you kids go wait at the dinner table. Your dad and I will check in on Max and come join you in a little bit " 

Nora agreed quietly as she followed Phoebe to the kitchen. She wasn't surprised her mom and dad were worried. Max has never (to her knowledge) slept so deeply before. Even when he does, he's almost never still. He keeps on twisting and turning on the bed. That's how they found him on the floor the couple of times he slept on the couch of the living room. 

She really hoped Max is okay. 

(10 minutes later her mom and dad joined them. Nothing was terribly wrong, at least according to the various first aid scanners they have in their house. Max was just a little too tired, they told her.

Nora was glad he was okay. She would hate not having anyone to talk to whenever Billy wasn't available.)

[notyetneedcoffee]

Can’t Run

Steve Rogers is a wanted man. He broke the Accords, broke the law, and is still trying to do what’s right. . . even if it may get him killed.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Cannon level violence in this chapter, NSFW in future

New series. Others can be found on my Steve Masterlist

 Enough of the cold night air seeped into your old house to prompt you to pull on a heavy sweatshirt and wool socks. It’s not that you couldn’t turn the heater up, you just did see the need. If you could live in a cold tent through an Afghanistan winter, an east Cascade Mountain cold snap wouldn’t kill you.

Gary, your Belgium Malinois, curled up in front of the wood stove on his dog bed. You gave him a quick scratch on your way to the kitchen. The lights were low. All the devices were off. You just needed some quiet time. Maybe a beer would be good, too.

Before you could pull open the refrigerator, your dog moved past you to the rear door. He moved silently, hackles up. Unusual. Your training kicked in and you pushed further back into the shadows. Moving closer to the door, you tried to look through the sliver between your blinds out into the darkness of your carport. Something moved, something man height.

You swore internally as you slipped back to you living room and pulled the P320 from the hidden gun case in your console table by the front entry. Slipping your feet into the muck boots by the door, you quietly stepped out into the cold through the front door. You left Gary in the house, knowing that if you yelled for him he would go through the flimsy dog door. Hopefully, it was just a prowler. No need to be sued for a dog bite by someone who was trying to steal your chainsaw.

Peeking around the corner you saw your car door open and the hood up. ‘Good luck, asshole,’ you thought. ‘That thing isn’t going to turn over until the new starter comes by FedEx tomorrow.’

You stayed back far enough that he couldn’t easily turn on you, but close enough to see well. “Don’t want to shoot you…”

He moved so fast, a blur of dark movement rushed toward your face. You fired twice before a hard hit sent your gun flying. Instinct took over. Your foot made contact. You went low and inside, catching a glancing swing on the shoulder. Your elbow smashed into his gut, knocking him back.

His face came into focus. Holy shit, Steve Rogers.

You jumped back, putting your hands up.

He frowned, hard, before a groan of pain escaped his lips and he slipped to ground.

Blood seeped from his torso, from his thigh, and his shoulder. He was already wounded. You stepped a little closer to the man desperately trying to stay sitting up. “What the hell?”

“Dammit.” He muttered just as his eyes rolled back and he collapsed to the ground.

Shit. You looked around. There was nothing but darkness. Where the hell did Captain Frickin’ America come from and why was he bleeding out in your carport? Shit. You couldn’t let that happen. Rushing inside, you went for the medical go-bag you kept in the closet.

“Gary, get back.” The dog had slipped out when you came inside, he was sniffing over Rogers. At your order, he sat. “I wish you could help me with this.” You spoke to the dog as you began to cut the material away from his wounds.

With well-practiced precision, you cleaned the wounds and applied trauma dressings. It took effort, but you rolled him over to look for any through and throughs or rear entry wounds. He had one more on his left shoulder.

After stopping that leak, you pulled out an old green canvas tent. There was no way you could carry him, but you couldn’t leave him where he was either. Folding the single person tent into a quick litter you tucked it under his side before rolling him over onto his back.

“Okay, Cap.” You stood up, panting a little. “What to do with you?”

But you already knew the answer. It took a lot of tugging, a lot of swearing, but you finally got him moved into the spare bedroom. At least, to the floor of the spare room. The hardwood floors made it a little easier, but you were sweating by the time you were done.

Going back to get your bag, you were thankful for the supplies. The Captain looked ashen and extremely hypotensive. Cutting open the right sleeve of his uniform, you opened an IV kit and pulled out a bag of saline. Even bleeding out the man had great veins. You hung the bag off the bedpost over his head. He would do better with plasma, but you could at least help a little to get his volume up while you figured out what to do.

Your dog whined from the door. “What do I do, Gary? I shot Cap. It’s not like I can call 911. He’s a fugitive. I’m not going to be the one to turn him in.”

“N’hospital.” He murmured.

“Captain?” You leaned over him. “Can you hear me?”

“No.” His eye opened but didn’t focus. “N’hospitals.”

“Okay. No hospitals. Got it.”

Suddenly Gary bolted for the front window. Someone was coming down the drive.

Remembering your gun, you shut the guest room door and dashed to the back of the house. Cold rain had started pelting down, practically sideways. At least it began to wash away the blood. You grabbed your Sig from the driveway and the bandage wrappers. Stuffing the paper in the trash, you heard the car pull up.

Tucking the cold weapon in to your jeans, you took a deep breath and looked at yourself. The ratty black sweat shirt hid any blood and you’d wiped your hands clean. A knock came at the door. Gary barked, aggressively. He didn’t like whomever was at the door.

Three men in uniforms stood at the door. They looked military, but had no visible insignia. You only opened the door a few inches, but enough to let them see you holding back the big dog.

“What is it?” You asked, not bothering to be friendly.

“Ma’am,” One tipped his head. “We’re going door to door looking for a suspect. Male, six foot one, blond or possibly brown hair.”

“Haven’t seen anyone, but something set my dog off like crazy about an hour ago. I thought it was elk.” Living in the woods, you saw them all the time. “He took off, barking like mad, but came back a few minutes later.”

“So, you haven’t seen anyone?”

“Nope.” Gary gave a growl and you tugged on his collar. “This guy would let me know if anyone were around. He’s not fond of men, as you can see.”

He stared at you a moment longer, before nodding. “Alright, ma’am. If you see anything, do not approach. Just dial 911.”

“Got it. Goodnight.”

As you shut the door, Gary instantly settled down and trotted off down the hall. You watched the men get in the car and leave down your drive. They didn’t stop even when they turned onto the main road at the end of your long drive.

You went back to check on your patient, opening the door slowly. The Captain had slid himself up against the wall and was half sitting up. Looking panicked, cornered, and dangerous, somehow his strength was coming back frightening fast.

“Hey there, Captain.” You said softly. “You okay? I mean, I know you’re hurt, but you’re not going to try and kill me, are you?”

“Who’s here?” His voice cracked.

“Just me.” You opened the door all the way and your dog laid down in the hall.

“No.” He frowned. “I heard, heard you talking to a man.”

“Some men came to the door. I lied and sent them away. It’s just me here.”

He shook his head. “Earlier.”

“I was just talking to my dog, Gary.”

“What?” He focused on you fully, face incredulous. “Who names a dog Gary?”

“An asshat brother with the intent to torment me for the rest of my life.” You knelt down, to be eye to eye with him. He huffed a half laugh. “Did I add to your wounds?”

“Um, don’t think so.” He swallowed and lifted his right arm. “You patch me up?”

“Yeah. It was either that or have you bleed out on my drive. Shitty job trying to steal my car, by the way.”

“Sorry.” His eye drooped. “Why didn’t you call me in?”

“We’re soldiers. You’re THE soldier. There’s no way in hell I’m going to do that.” You moved a little closer. “Any chance you’ve got enough strength to help me get you on the bed?”

“Soldier, huh?”

“Army medic, was anyway.” You came a little close and rearranged his IV line. “Good thing, too. You were banged up. I can’t believe you’re talking to me, actually.”

“I shake it off pretty quick.” He groaned as he tried to sit up. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N.” You carefully helped him up an onto the bed. “I’m gonna take your boots off and cut these bloody clothes away. That okay?”

He laid back, panting, and gave a little nod. As you worked on his boots, he got the pain back under control and watched you. “You’re not going to ask what happened?”

“Near as I can figure I’m harboring a wanted man.” You grinned. “Best to have plausible deniability.”

“Fair enough.” Steve stiffened as you cut your way up his pant leg, getting close to his hip.

“Captain,” You paused. “I’m going to do my best to respect your modesty, but I’ve got to get these off.”

He frowned again, but nodded. You figured casual conversation would set him at ease.

“So,” you started. “Gary seems to like you. He doesn’t like most strangers. Are you a dog person?”

“I love dogs.” His lip curved up. “Never had one of my own, but yeah.”

He groaned as you pulled the remnants of his pants from beneath him. He wore black boxer briefs and you did your very best not admire his muscular thighs as you tucked a quilt around him. “It’s pretty amazing you’re even conscious. Is healing part of the whole super soldier thing?”

“Most times,” He ground his teeth together as you got the pieces of his uniform top off. “Doesn’t mean it isn’t painful, though.”

“I can only imagine. I don’t have anything very strong, but I might have one or two painkillers left from rehab after my last surgery. You’re welcome to them. Or a stiff drink?”

“Won’t help,” he huffed a pained laugh. “It would take more than you have, and I could down a bottle and not get drunk. More of that super soldier stuff.”

“Well, that sucks. Did they hide that disclaimer in the fine print or something?”

He laughed, and winced. “Oh, stop that. It hurts to laugh.”

“Sorry.” You grinned and bundled up his ruined clothes. “Any friendlies going to be looking for you?”

“Not for a couple days.”  

You could see him fading fast. “Okay then, you rest. I’m going to get rid of this and bring you something to drink, something to eat too.”

By the time you returned with a large bottle of water, a turkey sandwich, and a pair of pajama bottoms your ex-boyfriend left at your house, the Captain was out cold.

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