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alesbianperson · 6 months

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football player!ellie williams x fem!reader

summary: At the football play you visited to support your best friend, something happens that you didn't expect.

warnings: smoking (weed); slightly implied loser Ellie at the end; swear words; girls kissing (what a surprise); my writing idk

authors note: so firstly I mean football as soccer and not american football, but its not important to the plot so it can be interpreted as either; secondly, sorry for being so inactive I actually needed fucking half a year just for this its actually embarressing, I'm really slow at writing I don't know why, but I'm trying to be more active. I also didnt proofread so sorry for grammar mistakes or something anyway I hope you enjoy this!!

ALSO BIG DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT SUPPORT NEIL DRUCKMANN AND THE FACT THAT HE SUPPORTS ISRAEL!! If you don't know whats going on in Palestine, please go educate yourself because its highly important.

Here are a few links, so nobody can say it's too complicated or annoying to search for information (besides its really fucking heartless, cruel and totally not human to say "I dont wanna put effort in researching" while people are literally suffering and dying because of a genocide):

General information/updates

Brands to boycott

How you can help Palestine

Palestine masterposts: 1 2

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This evening was the final football game of the season. Everyone was so excited, and your best friend played in the school team, so of course, you came to this game to support her. You already arrived a bit late because you took a nap and didn't hear the alarm, so you quickly searched for your friends who were already sat and luckily saved you a seat. When they saw you coming in, they waved you over to them.

"What took you so long? The game has already started!" One of them said before switching their attention back to the field. "Sorry, I overslept." You explained yourself sitting down on your seat. "You didn't miss much, just a foul from the other team. They're so annoying and clearly playing anything but fair." Another one of your friends said, rolling her eyes while offering you a bag of chips. You declined and began searching for your best friend between all the other players, running on the field. Not even five seconds later, you found her. With the ball in front of her, she ran towards the goal. You joined the cheers of everyone from your school, sure that this was going to be such a great goal until:

A girl from the other team came out of nowhere, running towards her, tackling her to the ground. You gasped. "That was another foul!" One of your friends exclaimed, standing up to better see what the referee would say. But instead of also looking at the referee, your gaze still hasn't left the girl, responsible for the foul.

She looked pleased with herself. What an asshole! You thought to yourself, but couldn't deny that the way her eyes sparkled in the light and her auburn hair moved in the wind was mesmerising. Too distracted by her features, you realised a bit late that she was eyeing you too. A smirk on her lips, she winked at you before walking off the field, your eyes still on her.

"Too bad that bitch just got a yellow card. She deserved more, right?" Your friends, already discussing the decision of the referee, were turning to you since you were the only one who didn't comment on it. Heat rushed into your cheeks as you realised you hadn't listened the whole time, busy gushing over that girl. "Yeah.. definitely more." Was all you said to not keep the attention on you.

"Guys," you added after a short pause, "I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick. I'll be back."

"Sure."

"But hurry, they're already playing again."

You just slightly nodded before walking off to search for the bathrooms. To your luck, they weren't far away from your seats, so it didn't take too long to find them. As you closed the door behind you, a strong smell of weed filled your lungs. Holding a hand in front of your mouth, you coughed reflexively.

"Having trouble breathin', princess?"

You turned around to see the girl who fouled your best friend sitting on the sink, her legs slightly swinging forwards and back. She still wore her tricot but now had a grey, dirty, worn-out jacket over it. The half up half down bun she had was messed up, probably because of the constant running on the field, and between two of her fingers, she held an already half smoked joint.

Her smile rose as she noticed your gaze lingering on her again. "Y'want a photo? It'll last longer." She chuckled, finding this old ass joke very funny. You rolled your eyes at her words but couldn't help the smile, forming on your lips. "What are you doing here anyway, don't you have to play?" She blew out the smoke she held in her mouth before answering your question. "My coach replaced me. Said I needed a break before playing again." You just nodded because you didn't know how to keep the conversation going. For a few seconds, you both just looked at each other in silence. After taking another drag from the joint, she leaned forward, offering you to do the same.

"No, thanks. I don't smoke."

"Thought so." She chuckled. After a short pause, she added: "Not in a rude way, of course. Y'just don't look like you'd do drugs." Even though you knew it was childish and totally stupid, you now wanted to prove to her that you were indeed someone who could take drugs. So you took the joint out of her hand, carefully brought it to your lips, and inhaled.

You probably shouldn't have inhaled this deep because now you were coughing like someone poured tons of sand down your throat. It surely felt like it. When you calmed down a bit, you looked up again, handing the joint back to the girl on the sink, who was clearly amused. "What a brave girl." She said with a shit eating grin on her face. "Come here, I'll show you how it's done right."

She gestured between her spread legs. As you moved towards her, she leaned in, reducing the space between the two of you. "Open your mouth." She then proceeded to take a drag from the joint. As she moved closer, your breath hitched. Your eyes wandered from her gorgeous green ones down to her lips, and heat rose in your cheeks again. Without breaking eye contact, she blew the smoke she had in her mouth into yours. Reflexively, you closed it.

"Now hold it in."

And that's what you did. The smoke filled your lungs, this time a lot less painful than your first drag. After a few seconds, you exhaled slowly, a small smile of pride on your face.

Your faces were still very close, and silence fell upon the both of you again. The tension thickend. Her emerald green eyes stared directly into yours, abruptly blinking down to your lips. "Can I kiss you?" Your voice was nothing more than a whisper, fading into thin air. A smirk grew once again on her lips before nodding and then proceeding to lean in and closing the gap between the two of you.

Once her lips were on yours, she cupped your cheek, her fingertips brushing slightly over it. You felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest. Her lips were so soft. You couldn't really describe the feeling, but it felt good. Like you were on cloud nine. You quickly synced with the rhythm she set, leaning forward so that her back met the wall behind her.

Your hands wandered behind her neck, beginning to tug on her hair slightly. A soft groan escaped her lips at the sudden impact, which sounded like music to your ears.

A smile formed on your lips once she broke the kiss to catch her breath. "What're you smiling at?" She looked at you irritated, which just caused you to chuckle.

"I don't know. You're.. pretty."

Silence followed after that.

"Pretty enough to get your number?"

Ellie wanted to bash her head against the wall at her cringe comment. She thought she'd definitely crossed the line now. But you just began laughing, quickly covering your mouth with your hand to muffle the sound.

"Sorry. Don't get me wrong I-", you interrupted yourself by holding up your finger to signal her to wait and began searching for your phone in your purse. Fuck. You thought as you realised you left it in your jacket with your friends and hurriedly searched around for something to write on. Ellie just watched you amused, catching on to your plan. She snatched a pepertowel out of the spender and offered it to you. You just gave her an awkward smile, fishing a half empty kajal out of your purse and scribbled your phone number on it.

As you handed it to her, she took it with the same smirk she had in the beginning. "As sad as it is, I think I have to go back on the field. My coach probably misses me by now." She added hesitantly while sliding off the sink and walking towards the door. "Cool meeting you, though." The click of the closing door was the last thing you heard before you were completely alone in the bathroom.

With the paper towel still in her hand, Ellie made her way over to the rest of her team, almost jumping with joy and thanking every mighty power for letting her survive the whole conversation without completely losing her mind or embarrassing herself. She'd definitely save your number as soon as she could. Actually contacting you was a whole other story.

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star-stilinski · 26 days

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stiles with virgin reader? maybe she's like insecure or like is just scared he'll look at her differently 😩😩 everytime i watch the eichen house basement scene i literally die because he is so sweet and gentle and GHRHHSHEHDH

okay so i actually have that written from before i deleted my blog... would you guys want me to write another?! i'll repost the one i have but this concept is really super fun to me and i like writing it a lot so... maybe you guys would want to see more?? anyway here's the old one!

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yep, stiles is perfect. dominant, but just to guide you. observant and overly educated (he once spent an all nighter researching female pleasure and orgasms. he stayed a virgin for a long time after, but at least he knew!). he wants you to feel good.

i feel like he had a conversation with allison once when she was really frustrated with scott where she basically ranted about how he was great in bed, really, but he sometimes got too excited and forgot about her until later. or his wearwolfness made him a bit rough. stiles just kinda stood there, but he was determined to keep that from being his reviews when he finally got laid. it was very educational.

set right before season 4.

you're reading up on the spanish mafia on your bed while stiles types away on his computer with one hand and breaks to texts scott with the other. he seems to be especially stimulated today.

"i think my excuse will be that we're camping." he mumbles randomly, setting his phone down face-up to take a swig from your water bottle. you frown. he smiles. "when we go get derek."

"for your dad?" you set the library book on the floor and scoot up on your bed, sitting back against the pillows.

"yeah. he's all worried i'm isolating myself after... everything. so he'll like that anyway. hey, scott invited us to the lake later tonight, wanna go?" your boyfriend talks so quick you almost get dizzy. that subject change was so stiles though, and seeing him as himself after those worrying days of the possessed, zombie-eyed shell of a man he was makes your chest feel fuzzy.

but at the mention of swimming, you glance away from him. you hadn’t been feeling super awesome about your body lately. It’s just… stiles is amazing, really, but he never says much about your looks and you’re scared he’s not into that part of you. It’s not like you need to be constantly hit on, but knowing that he wanted you in every way would be… well, it would make you feel better than you do.

so you hesitate, at the thought of being in a swimsuit in front of everyone. “uh, i dunno, i have a lot of homework.”

he laughs and his eyebrows shoot up. "what? we got ahead on, like, everything. did you fall behind again?”

"okay, first off, we did not get ahead on everything. we did everything due this week. you’re just used to waiting until the night before to rush through. second of all, i’m not really feeling the lake right now.”

“why not?” he frowns, tilting his head at you. you roll your neck and sigh, wishing you hadn’t said anything. It was so annoying to try and explain it.

“i mean…” you shift uncomfortably on your bed. “i don’t know. i’m just feeling weird lately.”

stiles stands, grabbing a stray pen to fiddle with as he stretches his legs, pacing your bedroom floor. "yeah, that's what you say, don't you? that you’re feeling ‘weird’.”

"you're weird." you deflect, watching him pace. he likes it when you do that, you both realized one day a long time ago when his hair was buzzed and you had braces. a lot has changed since then, but he still liked to know that you’re listening when he has to move around.

"and yet here you sit, after inviting me over to listen to me ramble." he teases back, throwing you a look before turning to walk the other side of the floor. he scans the pictures and posters on your wall, back turned to you. "seems like my weird is good weird and yours is bad weird."

you're thankful he isn't watching as you flush a light pink color in the cheeks. it's the stupidest stuff getting you flustered recently. the other day he said 'atta girl' to you and you were still blushing ten minutes later. kira actually thought you were sick.

you know why. Part of you just wants to ask him, but a larger part of you assumes that -even as his girlfriend- he’ll be grossed out if you asked to have sex. He’s just not into you like that.

stiles swivels around to look at you, frowning curiously. "you went quiet."

"oh, um," you shift on the bed and fiddle with the hem of your shirt. he watches you do so with a look on his face before stepping closer to the edge of the bed while you scramble to remember what you were talking about. "your weird is tolerable weird."

he smirks and scoffs but it's kind of a laugh, one that makes your stomach swoop pleasantly. "what makes yours bad weird?"

"it’s nothing, sti’.” you fiddle with one of your stuffed animals, growing antsy under his gaze. “just thoughts.”

you feel the bed dip beside you as stiles sits, feeling his shoulder brush with yours. there's plenty of room on the bed. you know he did it on purpose.

"i like to know your thoughts.”

"yeah, well, sometimes i prefer to keep them in my head." you huff, still not looking at him. “and anyway, they’re just-”

"weird?" he interrupts and you look up at him. he's smirking, brows up, eyes sparkly.

you frown at his cockiness. you were going to say weird, but still. you can hear him silently asking you to elaborate.

"you’re not allowed to get all pitying, okay?" you feel yourself about to spill anyway, so you might as well tell him. it would usually take a lot more encouragement for you to say anything, but it's stiles and he's using his stupid pretty eyes on you and you trust him with your life. “lately i just feel kinda… just like, um, not great, i guess? i’m just scared i’m not doing enough for you, or something’s wrong with me because you never say anything about my looks and i dont need you to, but if you’re unsatisfied i want to change that because i want you to be happy in every area to do with me.”

stiles is silent for a moment. you look up and catch him look away from you. he frowns and looks back, meeting your gaze head on.

"that's not weird.” he says, quietly, brows upturned. “you… wow, you’re dense.”

you laugh abruptly at the jab stiles pulled, embarrassed. "stiles! I’m not upset or anything, i just dont want you to not be into the way i look. which might be unrealistic, i guess. not everyone is going to be physically attracted to me. that's fine."

"you say that a lot." his tone drops to something more thoughtful. you give him a face and tilt your head.

"what? no i don't."

"yeah, you do. 'oh, well, lydia's the beauty out of all of us anyway.' 'malia, you should dance with kira to blend in. that would be casual and guys will find you two hot, anyway.' 'that isn't my color.' 'i'm breaking out.' 'i'm bloated.' 'i don't think anyone would want to see me in something that revealing.'"

you feel heat crawl up your neck as he quotes stuff you've said the past few weeks. you scramble to make him wrong. "stiles, literally all of those were different sentences."

"no, they were not." he shifts, like he's revving up to explain something. you press yourself against the pillows to create space between you two. he notices. "you keep saying you think you're ugly. just the other day, a girl you didn't even know came up to you and said you were pretty and when she walked away you said she was lying. i remember, you were convinced. thought it was just to be nice because you had let her cut you in line for drinks. it was at the movies."

you look away from him, narrowing your eyes. you're embarrassed right now, and he knows. why isn't he stopping? "she was lying, stiles. you're a guy, you can't see that stuff like girls do."

"i'm a guy, i'm not blind." he gets hotter in his voice. both in tone and in attractiveness, getting sterner. saying 'i'm right' without saying it. "are you blind? you're so pretty. like, objectively."

"stiles, can you drop this? I shouldn’t have said anything." you curl in on yourself, drawing your knees up to hide your body. you feel so exposed, like he tugged the part of you out that you don't really like to talk about.

stiles goes soft. like a flip being switched, he loses his fight and shifts to face you better, placing a hand on your knee. "hey, i'm sorry."

you desperately want to go back to when he was a safe distance away and pacing your room and teasing you. you hate it when you ruin the mood with your feelings. you hate how much you love it when he touches you, especially since he'd never want you the way that you want him.

"it's fine, i promise." you claw around your brain for something to change the subject, but you feel it short circuit as stiles' hand begins to hold your cheek. he lifts your chin to look at him. you feel your cheeks flame hot and your whole body warm at his touch. you stare at him as you feel your resolve practically melt away.

"do you think you're pretty?" he asks, curiously. like you're something he doesn't fully understand yet, but he's on his way and he's getting excited to speed up the process. it makes you nervous.

"umm... i don't know..." you don't think so. you're very confident that you're ugly. but telling stiles that is letting him win. and you don't know what you'll do with a cocky stiles when he's already ballsy enough to corner you like he is now.

"i do." he says with finality. stiles gets closer and his hand leaves your cheek, only to part your legs gently and crawl in between them. "i think you’re hot. and pretty. and when you focus you nibble your lip and it kinda makes me want to pin you to the nearest flat surface and eat you out.”

now your legs are on either side of stiles and he's leaning over you, eyes roaming over your face hungrily. you stutter dumbly for a moment, face flushed and feeling like a cornered bunny getting stared down by a wolf. his scent becomes stronger and you resist the urge to ask him to do just that, opting instead for feeling like a gross creep and fretting if you’ve shaved well enough.

"you don’t have to say that..." you trail off, still flustered at stiles' boldness. "i just didn't really know what you thought about my looks, i guess. b-but i guess that’s kinda conceited, huh?" you laugh weakly at your joke. stiles doesn't laugh at all. instead, he watches you quietly for a moment, a hand landing on your knee again.

"i don’t say anything because i never want you to feel uncomfortable." he states breathily. you squirm under him as he leans forward, a determined look in his eyes. “do you want me to tell you what i think about you?”

"stiles, c'mon." you turn your head away. maybe you can resist this question by acting pathetic. it's not really working, and stiles just gently guides your chin so that you're looking at him again. he knows the answer. he kinda has to, doesn't he? otherwise he wouldn't be doing this.

"I want to hear you say it." he looks into your eyes like it would actually literally kill him if you said no. you feel that rush you get when he talks like this, all quiet and deep like he's breathless. and despite you thinking that stiles thought of you as a low-physicality girlfriend, you find yourself nodding slightly.

"yes, i do."

stiles sighs out like you just healed every one of his wounds and leans forward, shifting himself so that he's propped on his hands and knees above you. one hand moves to your waist and the other holds his weight as he leans down.

the kiss sends a spark down your spine. as he goes back in again, kissing you harder, deeper, gently guiding your mouth open, you think it's better than any other kiss you've experienced. his hand inches your shirt up to reveal your stomach and he pulls back.

"you're beautiful. okay? i feel like you're not hearing me. i want you to see it." he says, still upset about that. you're still a bit flustered by the quick change of events, so you don’t respond.

he frowns at your lack of response but it softens as your hands slide onto his neck, pulling him down again. he smiles and goes back in for another kiss.

this one's even more than the last. stiles' tongue... well, it works. that's all you can describe as he makes you gasp in surprised pleasure from just a kiss. you can feel his slightly cocky smirk as he kisses again, but it gets lost when you rake your nails lightly against the back of his neck. he manuvers you both further down the bed so you're laying more comfotably and kisses you deeply again, like he can't get enough.

he presses his knee up against your core as you kiss and it sends a pulse of pleasure up your body, making you pinch your brows. stiles pulls back abruptly, and you're both panting. you can see your spit making his lips glisten prettily and you want to hide under the covers and pull him back into you at the same time.

"hey," stiles dawns a little smile. it's sweet, and when he tugs at the hem of your shirt gently your heart flutters. "can i take this off?"

you pause at that. if he takes your shirt off, he'll have to see you shirtless. you didn't wear a nice bra today, just the grey t-shirt bra you got at walmart. but he wants to see you shirtless. and you want to see him shirtless.

then again, you’re no pornstar-level body. maybe stiles will be disappointed. or laugh. no, no, he won’t laugh. but if he doesn’t like it, he won’t say anything, and you’ll be stuck wondering what he’s thinking again...

"i can hear you overthinking, you know." stiles' big palm lands on your bare waist, his thumb rubbing your skin softly. "we can stop if you want."

you meet his eyes. he looks like he really means it, like he'll pretend none of this happened if you asked. his hand leaves your waist, cups your cheek, and his thumb presses against your bottom lip softly. you breathe in. "i don't want to stop."

he nods, smiling. it's crooked and you almost giggle because of course stiles is excited to keep making out. and then his gaze shifts and he takes his hand off your cheek to tug on your shirt again. his brows lift in question.

"uhm, yeah." you nibble your lip. fuck it. "take it off."

"that was not enthusiastic enough."

"i-?! don't blame me if you don't like what you see! i just don't want you to be unimpressed!" you squeak defensively. he laughs and pulls you up just enough to lift your shirt off.

"you can be so obtuse sometimes." he mumbles as he tosses your shirt out of the way. you're propped up on your forearms when he turns back around and you can practically hear the breaks in his brain screech to a halt.

his eyes roam your body in a way that makes you flush and his hands aren't much better, spreading over your now-exposed middle like they have a mind of their own. he lets out a breath and blinks a few times, one hand sliding up to cup your bra. “s’ this okay?”

you swallow and nod. it is. really. you like the way stiles’ hands feel on you and how his eyes track over you like he wants to devour you but doesn’t want to hurt you. you like how eager he is to touch you. it makes you feel like maybe he really wants to.

he leans over you and presses a kiss to your neck. you tilt your head back on instinct as he grows more persistent, pressing open mouthed kisses along your jaw and nibbling your neck to pull a sound out of you. you gasp when he nibbles your earlobe and he reacts positively, hands getting more confident as he cups your breasts or you waist or whatever he can get ahold of.

you feel him press his knee up against you again and it makes you jolt momentarily. your thoughts are getting hazier, you feel yourself relaxing every second you spend underneath him. his hand travels up your back and finds your bra clasp and he kisses down your collarbone as he undoes it.

“you’re so pretty.” he starts, pulling back. you blink up at him as he sits over you. “you are, I don’t care what you think. I can’t believe you’re so convinced otherwise.”

he pauses, giving you time to reject him or tell him to stop or do anything. instead, you tug at his shirt, pulling it up.

he takes it off immediately and you press your hands against his bare skin. “stiles, i’ve never done anything before. I’m not gonna be good.”

he scoffs and shakes his head, toying with your loose bra strap. it’s still on, unclasped. he’s waiting.

“you’re doing so good right now, idiot.” he hums affectionately as he traces the seam of your bra, fingers brushing your breast. you suck in a breath. he watches your chest rise. “i’ve, um, thought about this before. a lot. and it’s ten times better having you under me than daydreaming about it.”

you blush at that. he traces the underside of your breast, fingers slipping under your bra to feel your skin. “I want to make you feel good.” he whispers, meeting your eyes. you nod slowly, fingers running along his abdomen as you admire him.

“you do?” you ask, as if he wasn’t practically pinning you to the bed already. he nods eagerly and it spurs you on. you shift, slowly pulling your bra off. he helps you and tosses it away with your shirt, but his eyes never leave you. instead, they dart all over your chest, hands cupping your tits. he sighs and his thumbs swipe over your pebbling nipples, making you squeak in shock.

“you’re so beautiful. ‘m gonna make you believe it, okay?” he says with finality, maneuvering so that he can kiss your breasts. you gasp when his tongue flicks over your nipple and he pulls up just to envelop your mouth. “you sound so pretty. just relax, I’ll take care of you.”

you’re embarrassed at how easy it is for you to make noise and how eager you are to listen to his instructions. you sink into the pillows and let your eyes flutter shut as stiles kisses you. it's soft and slow, but it makes you a puddle anyway.

stiles gets the both of you down to your underwear shortly after. his hands are incessantly gentle and when he does something new he leaves a sort of gap for you to tell him to stop.

you never do.

he's mouthing at your neck when he first presses his long fingers against your clothed clit, and you sigh lightly in relief. the pressure was more than enough and you had completely soaked through your panties anyway. he pulls away from your neck to watch you as he rubs a slow circle against your nerves, humming in approval when your lips part and your brows pinch.

"does that feel good?" he questions quietly, still rolling a circle against you with his middle finger. you nod and hear him swallow as his eyes roam from your exposed tits to your wet spot and everywhere in between, locking eyes with you at the end.

"i can't wait to hear you. you're gonna sound so good." he mumbles, mostly to himself as he slowly pulls your panties off. you whine in embarrassment and cover your face with your hand.

"don't say stuff like that!" you huff, scrubbing your face like it will make the blushing subside. "you're getting your hopes up."

"jesus christ." he groans, and it sounds super fucking hot. you peek through your fingers and see him looking at you like you've wounded him. "you've exceeded every single one of my very high hopes i've been getting off to since freshman year so far. you-i mean, look at what you're doing to me."

he gently takes the hand you're using to cover your face and guides it against his bulge. he's hard as a rock, and when you press your hand against him he tilts his head back and sighs out. "seriously, you're so gorgeous. and you're a great kisser. you're doing so good. i mean..."

with your panties off and him in between your legs, he has easy access as he slides two fingers through your slick. you can both hear it in the quiet of the room and you feel that heat rush of embarrassment again, eyes widening as he literally moans. "you're so wet. just for me."

and as he presses his finger to your clit, it feels ten times better than it did with your panties on. you gasp and your eyes flutter closed as you whimper "god," completely on accident. his hands aren't amazingly skillful, but the way he watches your reactions and tweaks his performance, fucking a finger into you and keeping his pace on your bundle of nerves-it's almost hotter than a guy who isn't looking to improve, because stiles is adjusting things to your preference. not just what every woman would generally like.

"how's it feel, pretty girl?" he hums against your stomach, kissing down your body. you don't know what the hell he's doing but most of your mental focus is on how stiles is making you feel, anyway.

"feels good, sti'," you gasp, feeling his mouth against your thigh. he moans when you say his name before sucking a hickey onto your inner thigh. your eyes snap open and you prop yourself up to look at him, eyes wide. "are you leaving a mark?"

stiles looks up at you, and then at your neck, and then your tits. he pulls away from your skin slowly and mumbles "uhm..."

"whatever, just... don't make it ugly. hickeys can look so weird." you flop back against the pillows and sigh, but your thoughts are cut short as stiles-

"oh, fuck," you moan, rolling your hips against stiles' tongue unconsciously as he presses his mouth on your clit. he flicks his tongue and you gasp out another moan, hips lifting.

his big hands land on your bare hips and press them back down, holding them there as he looks up at you. meanwhile, his tongue is laying claim on you in a way no one ever has, and he's making you feel better than you ever have. you sit up on your forearms to watch him and he sucks on your clit, making your eyes roll back. "stiles, oh god, that feels really good-"

he moans at your noises, mouth moving with more fervor against you, hands pulling you closer to him. he's doing everything perfectly, or so you thought, until he pulls a hand away from your hip and presses two fingers inside of you. it's a stretch, but it feels amazing, and your brain is fried as you feel yourself hurtling towards that edge-

and then he pulls back.

you look down at the speed of light, glaring at him on accident. "wha-? why-?"

his eyes are dark, something you haven't seen in them before. his mouth is covered in your arousal and he's sitting up, leaning over you. "i really want you to finish with me inside you. does... is that...?"

your previous annoyance falls away and you bob your head enthusiastically. "yeah. yes. please."

he grins and licks some of your slick off of his lips before kissing you sweetly. when he pulls back, you look down to take his boxers off but realize he took them off already. you also realize you've never seen stiles' dick before.

"your staring is making me nervous." he teases, rubbing your thigh. you blink and look back up at him, smiling sheepishly. he smiles back, and it's crooked, and he's tilting his head and panting and sometimes his eyes are wandering to your tits before snapping back up to your eyes. and.

"you're the hottest guy in the whole world, i think." you hum, reaching up to cup his cheek. his eyes go wide and he laughs, kissing your palm.

"is my dick that big?"

"not what i meant."

"it could be."

you laugh, biting the inside of your cheek. "'s it gonna hurt?"

his eyes go soft, a bit worried. "proabably for a second, but we'll go at your pace so you can stretch out properly, and if it's too much i can just finish the way i started, kay?"

you nod. stiles would never, ever hurt you. and with the way he's looking at you and how he moans when you feel good and how his hands always have to find a way to pleasure you... something in you switches and you realize he really wants you to like this. that he's being honest when he says he's thought about it a lot.

so as he quickly rolls on a condom (which included him admitting that he usually grabs one before he leaves to see you) and presses into you -slowly, slowly- you try your best to relax against the pillows. it's not unbearable, but you have to ask him to pause sometimes. he always does, and layers praises on top of each other while he does it.

"you're doing so well. just breathe, okay? just like that. holy shit, you feel amazing- b-but how do you feel? you alright?" he rambles halfway inside. you nod, breathing deeply.

"it actually feels... good..." you close your eyes and pull on his waist, urging him forward slowly. he bottoms our and gasps out a moan at the same time you do, feeling him reach the spot you're never able to. his hand snakes in between the two of you and presses against your clit. you gasp out his name, tilting your head back. it's almost too much.

almost.

as you urge him to move, he presses slow circles against your bundle of nerves and kisses any patch of your bare skin he can get ahold of.

"just relax, baby- fuck, god, you know how may times i've thought about this?" he pulls out slowly and pushes back in, and all of his stimulating mixed with his moans and his words... he's doing a good fucking job, that's for sure.

you moan when he moves a little quicker, gasping. he presses his tongue into your open mouth and kisses you sloppily, going a bit faster with every thrust. you whine when he flicks your clit almost crudely, pressing your head back against the mattress and gasping, "faster, sti'"

he obeys without further encouragement, snapping his hips a little quicker than comfortable. you feel your body adjust and watch stiles as he leans back to admire you.

his eyes rake over you, one hand cupping your breast and kneading it softly. he lets out a higher pitched moan than you've heard from him when he sees the point where your bodies connect, slowing his thrusts just to watch. "you're perfect, i swear to god."

you can't respond, not when he's already leaning down to overstimulate your nipples. your brain feels like it's in the other room and has been replaced with stiles' hands, almost solely focused on his kneading of your tits and his circling of your clit. his mouth makes its way back up your neck and he kisses you again, still with very little concern for the proprieties of it.

it's sudden, the feeling that crawls up on you as his hips snap quicker and praise falls from his mouth in between kisses. you gasp for air and tug his head back by pulling his hair, causing a loud moan from him that you'll have to unpack later. you're arching your back, whimpering "faster, faster," squeezing your eyes shut as you feel that sweet release low in your belly. he speeds up his hips, but more importantly his fingers on your clit. your vision goes white for a split second as you cry out, chanting his name like a prayer. you hear him moaning too, and it only helps you as he rides you through your orgasm.

"holy shit," you gasp as you come down. he nods, pulling out of you carefully, and you both lock eyes. you're smiling and he's kissing you and everything feels kind of perfect for a split second. then you remember him, and feel like an idiot. "oh, did you, i totally forgot, did you-"

"don't worry," he laughs sheepishly and glances away from you. "i did. it was, um, when you pulled me away from kissing you."

"when i pulled your hair?" you ask incredulously. he buries his face into your neck and groans.

"maybe we should focus on you again." he kisses up your neck and all over your face. "you did so good, you're so perfect and pretty and oh my god you thought i wasn't attracted to you. you're so out of it sometimes."

"stop insulting me! you never said anything!" you defend, slapping his shoulder. he laughs and cups your face.

"i'm going to say every thought i have now. okay?"

"i feel like this isn't going to end well..."

he grins mischievously. "you look so good when you're cumming. let me make you make that face again?"

you close your eyes and sigh. "yeah, i knew it. this is going to be the death of me."

he laughs, loudly, excitedly, and kisses you. "it's funny how you think death will help. i bet you'd be a sexy ghost. oh, fuck, now i'm thinking about that. yep, it's hot."

you shout and push him off of you, laughing.

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when i wrote this originally, i wasn't super happy with it. even now i'm like... ehhh.... i dunno.... so if you guys want more of stiles with virgin/inexperienced reader, i have a lot of ideas and would totally post some if given the 'okay' from my fellow stiles lovers! let me know!!

(please say you want more because i want to make more lowkey tho just lowkey like idec but please)

#stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski fanfiction #stiles stilinski imagine #dylan o'brian x reader #stiles x reader #stiles stilinski smut #stiles stilinksi x reader #teen wolf stiles #teen wolf x reader #dylan o'brien #teen wolf #fanfic

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il-miele-che-scrive · 8 months

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Please have your asks open okay so hear me out

Charles Leclerc x Greek ! F1 driver ! Reader

You can choose the brand anything Ferrari because I want it to be like a little rivalry to lovers . Social media au or not . Reader being in f1 more time than Charles or Charles with rookie reader .

Thank you in advance

Hello!! I decided to go with rookie reader, hoping you'll like it❤️🙏

scuderiaferrari We are thrilled to announce a historic moment in Formula 1 as we welcome Y/n Y/l/n to our racing family! 🚀 Introducing Y/n Y/l/n, the first woman to compete in F1 since the iconic Lella Lombardi in 1976, and proudly representing Greece! 🇬🇷 Teaming up with our Charles Leclerc, Y/n brings a fresh wave of skill, determination and passion to the track. Together they'll conquer the 2024 season with the iconic Prancing Horse🐎

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yourusername I feel extremely honored to become a part of this family❤️

username1 Miss girl has no idea what she signed up for 💀 wishing her all the best tho

username2 A GIRL, GUYS WE FINALLY GOT A GIRL IN F1

username3 I have a bad feeling about this...

↳username1 wtf? care to explain?

username3 By the summer break she'll have hooked up with half the grid

username1 bye I'm not even participating in this conversation, misogynistic brain rot

carlossainz55 Goodluck @/yourusername 💪

↳yourusername Thank you Carlos 🙏

↳username4 Help why does his comment seem kinda salty

username2 wdym salty lol he literally wished her goodluck

username5 I get him tho, a girl stole his seat

username2 what "stealing" are you talking about? his contract expired, they didn't prolong it and went with some fresh blood that happened to be a woman, not to mention you have to be like the best of the best to get into F1, there was def no stealing done

charles_leclerc Exciting times ahead, let's see if you can keep up

↳yourusername Buckle up 🤠

↳username2 now THAT'S what I'd call a salty comment

username5 Charles forgot they're on the same team lol

achi_of_greece Hellenic Hurricane 🌪

↳yourusername I'll never escape from this nickname will I? 🫶

↳username1 NOT Y/N HAVING LITERAL ROYALTY UNDER A POST ABOUT HER

↳username3 Let's see if the hellenic hurricane can keep up with Lighting McQueen

username4 keep up? 🤡 miss girl will beat his ass up

username5 once again, i kindly remind, they are a TEAM!

lewishamilton History in the making

↳yourusername Omg sir Lewis Hamilton I'm gonna cry 🥹

username1 Y/n being a fangirl just like us

username4 she's so real for this frfr

oscarpiastri Finally🥴it was a bit lonely

↳yourusername Hi f2 bestie 🫶

logansargeant What about me

yourusername you know Oscar and I love you!!

f1 A historic day at the Imola Circuit as Y/n Y/l/n, the Hellenic Hurricane, wins the Emilia Romagna Grand Prix! Congratulations to Y/n and the entire Ferrari team for this outstanding performance.

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yourusername A dream come true honestly 😭🙏

↳carlossainz55 Great job👏

↳lewishamilton So proud

↳username4 Someone explain why the 7 (8)times WC and Charles' ex teammate are more supportive than Charles himself

username2 I think it might be an ego thing? He could be jealous? Personally I think it's Ferrari's fault, they kinda messed up the friendship between CL and CS too at the end

username5 yeah Y/n is definitely the 'favorite child' to Ferrari because she's new and they want to focus more on her or smth

maxverstappen1 Well deserved

↳yourusername THANK YOU MAX

↳username6 Why is Max here and Charles is not😭

username1 A GIRL. IN FERRARI. WINNING IN ITALY. I WASN'T READY FOR THIS

username2 The haters are pretty quiet rn

username4 No cuz I was gonna ask if she found a therapist yet... But she might not need it

username6 Excuse me it's been a few weeks and we get a Y/n win already?? I love it here

landonorris Max Verstappen is screaming crying throwing up

↳maxverstappen1 I'm literally not

landonorris You must admit it was refreshing not having to listen to the Dutch anthem again

oscarpiastri Best rookie fr

↳yourusername I learn from the best (even though you didn't have a win in your rookie year)

oscarpiastri Wdym i didn't, i won sprint in Qatar. Not to mention rookie of the year

yourusername Yeah yeah, stop flexing pookie

logansargeant Go bestie

↳yourusername Can't fvck with these hoes cuz they messy 💅

username7 live laugh love Y/n

username1 the Verstappen curse has ended🙏

↳username3 you know it's probs her first and last victory in F1 right?

username1 I just wonder why is Charles so quiet

charles_leclerc Congrats 👍

↳username7 not Charles commenting after people started to wonder why he didn't say anything 😭

↳yourusername How did you enjoy looking at the back of my car? Oh wait, you couldn't even see it from P8

username1 maybe it was better when Charles didn't comment 💀

username3 if that was how my teammate talks to me I'd be pissed too

username1 if this is angrily my name is Ayrton Senna

username2 pls if he was angry, it was only cuz he's in love with her but can't do anything about it

↳username3 he can, they're both single, if he wanted he would've, but he knows they have to keep it professional

username2 that's why I said he can't do anything, literally. i predict a relationship the moment one of them leaves ferrari (or f1 in general)

username4 dude is so in love it's embarrassing

username5 I just know he's thinking about unholy things

↳username7 angry sex lmao imagine

username6 oh to have someone who'll look at me the same way Charles looks at Y/n

username7 okay so my theory is they're attracted to each other okay? but neither of them can talk about emotions, but they tried to have a talk about it, which turned into an argument cuz both are short tempered pookies

↳username3 this is so delusional 🤡 why would they talk about it in that exact moment?

username7 let a girl fantasize

↳username5 quietly manifesting this to be true

↳username2 I'll never believe in true love if this doesn't turn out to be real

username8 No cuz hear me out guys. The LONGING gaze in the second picture? There is chemistry between them whether they admit it or not

↳username6 I totally see it, that is the stare of a man in love with the woman he's just argued with. Look at him. He doesn't look angry. He looks upset. Why? Because they had this argument and didn't make up. Now he's worried they'll get in the cars and something bad will happen either to him or Y/n and... You can imagine how the rest goes

username3 And i thought the previous person was delulu wtf

username9 I can die happily the day I see CharlesY/n happen

↳username7 be careful what you wish for, I feel like it can happen sooner than we'd expect

username10 I need to know HOW didn't Y/n fold after being looked at like this

username11 My friend went to Monaco for the GP and she has a paddock pass, she told me she overheard Y/n talk to some girl from her team that she liked Charles AND they even had "THE talk"™ (which could mean they did "IT"?), but Y/n can't imagine a relationship with him

↳username3 out of all the things that didn't happen, this didn't happen the most

↳username1 I can see that, they're very similar - competitive, short tempered - each of them is like a ticking bomb alone, so in a romantic relationship they would be truly a nuclear weapon (which doesn't mean I don't want it to happen)

yourusername A great day for some karting 🥴 summer break!

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username1 did I gaslight myself that hard or she's really in the number 16?

↳username5 nah, I see that too

↳username2 girlie giving us hints, is it soft launching yet?

username2 16 I'M SCREAMING

username4 enemies to lovers?

↳username3 when were they enemies?

username4 well they never seemed very fond of each other

username3 then just say rivals 💀

charles_leclerc You forgot to mention I won this time

↳yourusername first and last time you got a higher place than me

username4 I can see them having "the winner gets to be on top" kinda bets

↳landonorris 👀

username1 LANDO KNOWS SOMETHING

username11 i told yall, there's too much tension between Y/n and Charles to not be AT LEAST fuck buddies

oscarpiastri What's the longest you can go without being on track?

↳yourusername Mate as I'm writing this I'm waiting for a plane home, won't sit behind the wheel for like a week or more 😭

↳username2 Y/n is dedicated to her job

yourusername είσαι η αγάπη μου❤️🤍

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username1 the red and white hearts?? just saying but they're colors of the Monaco flag

↳username2 and the guy lowkey looks like Charles🤔

username3 looks like Charles? The best you can see is the back of his head

username2 and it looks exactly like Charles' 😌

francisca.cgomes Where credits for the last pic?

↳username4 KIKA WHAT ARE U DOING HERE

↳yourusername Pierre said not to tag either of you 😭 safety reasons or something 🙄

username4 AND PIERRE IS THERE?

username3 Okay, she's in a relationship, y'all can stop shipping Charles with her

↳username5 wdym 💀 this is literally Charles

username3 And y'all say that based on the back of his head, delusional

oscarpiastri @/landonorris and I want an invitation next time

↳yourusername Sorry pookie, it's not for kids

landonorris I'm not a kid

yourusername Then don't act like one

username5 lmao Ferrari had no idea they're getting a sassy queen

username6 Y/n is in love 🥹

↳username2 She's winning, she's in love, what else could a girl want?

username7 Not the soft launch as if we didn't know it's literally her teammate

username1 WHAT.

username2 I TOLD YOU. I TOLD YOU.

username3 You know it's totally normal for friends to hang out? I'd take it as they finally made up

↳username2 UP OR OUT

↳username4 they totally look like just friends, sure😐

username5 IN HER HOMETOWN 😭 HE MET HER FAMILY

↳username7 I'm super curious how it went. "Mom, dad, this is Charles my teammate, I hate his guts. Oh, and we're also lovers"

username6 So where is the person who said they can die happily when CharlesY/n turns out to be real?

↳username2 dead probs lmao

username7 The power couple we needed 😭

username8 imagine their PR team lurking onto gossip pages seeing this

↳username1 I know FOR A FACT that the pr people do look at the gossip accounts

username9 Y'all remember how once someone said Y/n will hook up with half the grid? Staring with the teammate is easy, let's see who'll be next

↳username3 Yeah, I'm so surprised it didn't happen earlier

↳username2 stay mad lol Y/n is living her best life with the man she loves

username5 THIS and it doesn't matter that they met through being on the same team

username6 They knew each other before tho! Y/n used to be friends with Arthur, so she def met Charles in the past

username3 Oh so she tried to get with Arthur but because it didn't work out she went for Charles?

username6 That's literally not what I said. She was friends with Arthur. FRIENDS

username3 You know there's no such thing as friendship between a man and a woman?

username6 look at who is delulu now 🤡 I'm not having this conversation

charles_leclerc Partners on and off the track

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username1 Man literally said fuck a soft launch 😭

↳username2 as he should! we've been dying for them to announce it

yourusername Je t'aime 🩷

↳charles_leclerc Je t'aime avec tes défauts et tes qualités

yourusername EXCUSE ME

yourusername DO YOU THINK I CANT USE TRANSLATOR?

yourusername WHAT "DÉFAUTS" YOU MEAN? I HAVE NO DÉFAUTS

charles_leclerc That's adorable ❤️

pierregasly Remind me, who took the first photo? 🤔

↳yourusername Kika did 🫶 @/francisca.cgomes

francisca.cgomes First and foremost I am the biggest CharlesY/n fan

pierregasly But you took the pic with my phone, I am the author just as much 🙄

francisca.cgomes No❤️

landonorris OH

landonorris I thought you won't have the balls to hard launch

↳yourusername The balls are there indeed

yourusername And more

landonorris EWWWW TMI

yourusername 😐

landonorris exactly my face rn

oscarpiastri So that's why Lando and I weren't invited

↳yourusername It's a couples trip 🤷‍♀️ there wasn't space for the Aussie and his emotional support extrovert

oscarpiastri fuck Lando, what about the Aussie and his GIRLFRIEND?

oscarpiastri Because I do have a girlfriend, you know?

landonorris HEY that's mean

logansargeant I can't say I didn't see it coming

↳username1 We all did, Logan

↳yourusername You were literally the first person I told about my crush on Charles...

logansargeant But who said I believed it would work out?

oscarpiastri HE was the first to know?

yourusername And you were the first to know about the night Charles spent in my hotel room in Monaco

charles_leclerc You talk to them about these things, chérie?

yourusername Don't act like you didn't run to Lando to tell him all about it on the next day

username4 So the theories were real after all, the spicy night in Y/n's hotel room was the cause of their argument

↳username3 She didn't say that...

username4 But it's obvious. Look - the night happened, they felt weird about it and boom there goes the argument. It makes a lot of sense

username5 However it happened, I'm glad it happened

username6 What happens now? Are they even allowed to be a couple?

↳username7 wdym allowed lol it's better than if they were from different teams, they'd have to sign NDA or something

username6 Isn't the team worried they'll distract each other or something?

username7 At least they'll be traumatized together

scuderiaferrari 🇬🇷❤️🇲🇨

↳username6 The team is indeed not worried

yourusername The benefits of having birthday during the summer break

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username1 I love the Y/n and Charles/Kika and Pierre friend group

↳username2 they're everything I want fr

username4 okay but I NEED to know whose idea the cake was

↳username2 I would expect it from Logan and Oscar, honestly, but they weren't in Greece with them

↳yourusername ofc it was Kika's idea!!

francisca.cgomes and I'm proud of it

logansargeant It hurts to know you're making new friends 🙄

↳yourusername I figured I needed some girl friend after spending so much time with you and Oscar 🙄

logansargeant Do you even remember about us anymore?

oscarpiastri I bet 10 of your american dollars that she doesn't

yourusername how could I forget? You two still haunt me in my nightmares 🫶

username1 lmao Charles wakes up screaming box box and Y/n wakes up screaming what's a kilometer and shoe thongs 😭

yourusername that's an accurate description

charles_leclerc I swear I once heard you talk in your sleep something about running a mile in shoe thongs

yourusername And I don't even know how long a mile is, so you can only imagine how terrifying that was

lewishamilton Happy birthday to my favorite rookie

↳yourusername Every time you appear in my comment section I cry a little

lewishamilton The good tears I hope?

yourusername happiness tears of course😭

username5 Do y'all think Charles is jealous seeing his gf interact with THE Lewis Hamilton?

↳username2 No? Why? Lewis is Y/n's idol so obviously she's gonna fangirl a lil

username6 Y/n being a WAG and a driver at the same time, iconic

username7 My fav wag duo for real

#f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 x reader #charles leclerc x reader #f1 smau #f1 social media au #Charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc imagine #Charles leclerc smau #Charles leclerc social media au

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adventuringblind · 1 year

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Two Things to Celebrate

Oscar Piastri x Reader

Genre: fluffyyyyyyy

Summary: Reader gets sick during the race weekend. When she comes to congratulate Oscar on his race the next day, he finds out there is more to celebrate than just a good result.

Warnings: talks of sickness and pregnancy. Mentions of sex. Not proofread... *Snape impression* obviously.

Request: Yes, I'm here for it, I didn't know I needed this in my life until now. Also, requests are open. Specifically for Max, Charles, Lando, Oscar, and possibly Danny Ricc.

Notes: written in second. This is out of my comfort zone.... much better at writing angsty things me thinks XD

Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated!

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Oscar is the gentleman that everyone expects him to be. He opens the door for you. Buys you flowers on random occasions. He had pratically given you the role of passenger princess (not that you protested).

You, on the other hand, got the privilege of knowing that he is not always a gentleman. The side of Oscar that was only for those close to him.

He doesn't like showing his more vulnerable emotions to everyone. Lando, who had recently gotten close to Oscar, was shocked when he started yelling in frustration.

You knew there needed to be some reprive for him. The season had started off terribly. Often leaving Oscar in shambles after races.

He'd be calm for that camera. Always trying to find the positives of the weekend. Then found himself breaking down at home.

You hated seeing him like that.

Depending on the mood, you would simply listen and run your fingers through his hair. Other times, you distracted him with a nice meal and a movie of some sort.

When he was angry, though, you found yourself letting him use your body for reprieve. Letting out his pent up frustration and adrenaline from frustrating weekends became part of the routine during the season. Sometimes getting so frustrated with his results that you let him have his way with you for hours.

You two didn't think much of it. The sex was great, and the aftercare care even better. The thought of a second form of contraception not crossing either of your minds. You were on the pill and thought it would be enough.

That's probably the reason you got yourself here.

You were in Silverstone with Oscar. Both of you keep your fingers crossed that the car upgrades work as well for him as they did for Lando. It was killing you waiting for Q3 to start.

Maybe it was anxiety for Oscar, but you hadn’t been feeling the best for a few weeks now. You’d assumed it was just because of everything going on. Today seemed to worse then any other. The nausea becoming increasingly overwhelming.

Drinking water was only helping the pain so much. You needed it though. You are determined to watch Oscar finish. It was his first time getting into Q3 and you wanted to be ready and cheering with him when he came back. Whether he was tenth or not didn’t matter, he’s driving brilliantly which is always something to be excited about.

Then the feeling caught up to you. Quickly having to excuse yourself and find the nearest restroom. Only to to feel the water you had been drinking burning up your throat.

The feeling didn’t stop either. Your body deciding to continue ridding itself of whatever was in your stomach. Meaning that you spent the rest of Q3 locked in the restroom. Forced to watch from your phone.

You burst into tears when Oscar qualified third. Sobbing like a maniac over how proud of him you are. The suddenness of it making you keel over again.

Oscar got back to the garage as fast as possible. He couldn’t wait to find you thank you for having so match faith in him. Maybe he would take for a nice dinner to celebrate.

When he got there, however, you were nowhere to be seen. He knows you wouldn’t just leave without saying something, but where would you have gone?

He finally started asking anyone who would have been with in the garage with you. Eventually getting his answer.

He approached the bathroom door and knocked gently.

“Are you alright, love” Oscar wasn’t sure what had happened so he tried to keep his voice calm.

“It’s not locked I don’t thing.” He heard you rasp from the other side. Immediately he tried the handle to find that it is indeed not locked. He pushes the door open revealing your body barely able to hold itself up agains the wall. You were trying to stand on shaky legs but smiling excitedly and him nonetheless less.

You were grateful when Oscar came to help up upright. “I’m so proud of you.” You sobbed.

Oscars mix of emotions overwhelmed him. He had questions and concern for your well being but was smiling and embracing with joy.

Finally coming down from the high, he is able to address the current situation. His eyes scanned over you body and face. Particularly noting how your eyes are puffy and your cheeks shiny from tears. “Are you ok.” He finally managed to get out.

“Yes, I’m just not feeling the greatest. I think I might of picked something up.” Your throat still hurt from dry heaving leaving your voice broken.

Oscar move you to the side of him so he could help you walk out. “Lets get you home then.”

“But don’t you want to celebrate?”

“We can do that at home, in bed with tea to help you get well.”

Oscar bid farewell to the team. Telling Zak that it was urgent he get you home.

Being the gentleman he is, Oscar got you changed and into bed. He then decided soft foods were necessary incase you got sick again.

“Aren’t you worried you’ll get sick also?” You ask.

Oscar just smiles and crawls into bed with you. “And give up a cozy movie night? Never.”

You wonder for a moment how you got so lucky. Almost crying again at the thought. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to celebrate with you.”

Oscar whips his head around to look at you. An exaggerated look of shock plastered on his face. “Don’t you dare apologize for getting sick because you know it’s out of your control.” He pulls you into him and threads his fingers through your hair. “I do think you should go to the doctors in the morning though.” He admits.

Night came and went to quickly. Hating that you and Oscar had to say goodbye and go your separate ways. You’d taken his advice and decided to see a doctor just in case it was something more serious since you’d not been feeling well for a long while now.

A month ago you’d contracted an infection and had to be put on antibiotics. It was miserable but you thought you were on the mend. Seems you were mistaken.

The waiting was killing you. It had taken so long that you had to call Oscar to wish him luck then watching the race from your phone. It hurt you because you have a feeling it’s going to go amazing for him.

Finally after some tests, the doctor came in with the results.

“Congratulations,” she smiled. “You’re pregnant!”

Your fall falls open in shock. How did this happen? We’re you ready for this? You and Oscar had mentioned kids in the future but would he be ok with now? Your mind reels with emotion. Tears again in the verge of spilling. “How?” Was the only question you managed to get out.

“Well birth control doesn’t always work, and you had an infection recently correct?” She asks. You nod your head in response, slightly confused at the correlation. “Antibiotics negate the effects of birth control.” She explains.

Realization settles into your stomach. How could you not have know that? You mentally smack yourself for being stupid.

You thank the doctor and quickly get into your car. There is still time before the race ends and you’re determined to be there.

The drive goes by in a blur, listening to the race going as you drove. Getting slightly frustrated with the unlucky safety car but happy that Oscar was still up in fourth.

You finally got parked and practically sprinted to the McLaren garage. Just in time for the last few minutes. Everyone cheering wildly at the boys placing second and fourth.

When Oscar was finally able to get back to the garage after doing some interviews, he was not expecting to have you jumping into his arms.

He spins you in the air as you two embrace each other. “I’m so proud of you.” You smile at him. He only hugs you tighter and mumbles like ‘thank you’s into your skin.

When he sets you down, he looks relived. “Good news from the doctor then?” His eyebrows lift in curiosity.

“More like interesting news.” You immediately find that it’s much harder to tell him then you thought. Playing with the sleeves on your shirt instead of looking at him.

Oscar is immediately filled with concern again at your sudden change of emotion. “Whatever it is love, we’ll get through it.” He cradles you face in his hands. Gently coaxing you into communicating with him.

You inhale deeply, steeling yourself for whatever reaction he might have. “I’m pregnant.”

You find his eyes and search for any sign of anger or disappointment. Only to be met with an ear to ear grin. “I’m gonna be a dad?!”

Oscar picks you up and spins you again. “I guess we have more then one thing to celebrate tonight!” He shouts. The rest of the garage now staring at the two lovebirds. “I have to tell Lando. He’s going to be thrilled.”

You giggle at the relationship between the two boys. They’d gotten so close through all the struggles this season. Thankfully it didn’t take you long to find him. Not like it was that hard considering he is wearing neon yellow.

Oscar almost tackles him into a hug. Lando laughing at him, not having see this side of the Australian yet. “What’s going on with you.” He laughs. “The adrenaline getting to your head?”

Oscar makes a quick recovery and catches his breath. “I have to tell you something.” His smile so large it might come off his face. “We’re expecting.”

Lando stares between you two for a moment. Processing what he just heard. Before finally he shouts in happiness for you. “Oh my gosh this is amazing!” He smiles and throws his hand up. “I call being the godfather. I called it first so you can’t say no.”

You laugh at his antics. Both boys now coming back to you with cheery words.

As you and Oscar went home that night, you realize just how much you love each other. It might not have been what either of you planned, but neither of you would have it any other way.

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mercedes | g.r.

synopsis: in which he finally signs with his dream team

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Being with Williams had been a great period for George.

He had the opportunity to learn everything about Formula 1, adapt to the new more challenging lifestyle, see so many more new places all around the globe, it was the dream.

At the beginning, at least.

It had been a known fact for years that Williams had been struggling, both on-track and off-track. Even though George had placed his faith in the team, giving them multiple chances when they would constantly disappoint him, he was nearing the end of the line.

His contract was about to expire at the end of the season, and he was seriously considering not re-signing with Williams.

You and him would have multiple talks about this, brainstorming and trying to see what the best course of action would be for George's future.

"I just know things won't get better in the future and I am tired of always being at the back of the grid" he told you one night as he was helping you prepare dinner for the two of you.

"Georgie, you have to do what's best for you, my love. You don't have to stay with the team if you don't see your future there" you explained, approaching him and rubbing his back.

He sighed, leaning into your touch.

"You've followed the season, Williams isn't gonna get better anytime soon, I'm wasting my talent if I stick with them any longer"

You pursed your lips, nodding in agreement.

George had so much potential, so much talent that was being wasted in bad strategies and with an awful car. The highlight of the whole season had been the race where Mercedes requested that George drive for them because Lewis was sick and couldn't make it.

You vividly remembered how excited George had been when he told you he had been chosen, how alive he felt when he got out of the car after the race and with how much excitement he told you all the details about it in your hotel room that very same night.

You had never before seen him so happy, his eyes sparkling so brightly they could outshine any star in the sky.

His dream had always been to drive for Mercedes, to be a proud driver of such a legendary team. He figured he would start small, build up his reputation and then make the transition.

That, however, proved to be a very tough thing to do while driving the Williams car.

"What do you think I should do?" he asked you, his eyes boring into yours.

You always had a way with words, but your eyes would have conversations of their own when you'd look at each other.

"I think you should follow your dream and listen to your gut. You're such a talented driver, my love, but you're wasting it away by sticking with a team you can't win with" you said, a small encouraging smile on your face as you caressed his cheek with the pad of your thumb.

He sighed but nodded, smiling before leaning down to peck your lips.

His mind had been made up from that moment. He knew what he needed to do.

He needed to leave Williams.

♡♡♡♡♡

Planning to leave a Formula 1 team while having no guarantee about your future with any other was incredibly and stupidly risky.

But George had done it anyway.

After the second-to-last race of the season had ended and the team was debriefing, he had made it clear to everyone that he would not be returning as a driver for the next season.

Everyone, of course, was not very surprised by that. They could feel it coming, they knew they weren't strong enough to keep George as their driver for much longer.

"How did it go?" you had asked him when he came back to the hotel, anxious to hear about the meeting.

The relief on his face was enough of an answer for you.

"I'm free of the contract after Abu Dhabi" he announced, slumping into your arms and nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.

You laughed, happy that George had finally made the decision that had been plaguing his mind for months on end.

"What are you going to do after?" you asked once you slowly backed away from the hug.

He sighed, shrugging his shoulders.

"I don't know, but I have faith that everything will work itself out"

You nodded, kissing his cheek before bringing him into another hug.

"We're going to be okay" you whispered, one of your hands caressing his soft hair while the other rubbed soothing circles on his back.

Whatever the future might bring on, you would face it together.

♡♡♡♡♡

Having some time off had proved to be exactly what George had needed.

For once, in many many years, he didn't have to worry about when the next race would be, he didn't have to worry about cheating his diet, about working out as constantly as he had had to during the previous years. He could finally just relax and take a breath of fresh air.

The two of you had been on holiday, traveling all around the world to the most beautiful places, taking in the quality time you got to spend together, uninterrupted by anything.

Sadly, your fun had been cut short while you were skiing in the beautiful Alpes, deep into the south of France.

You had been lounging in the cabin George had rented for your stay, drinking some hot chocolate while cuddled up next to your boyfriend in front of the burning fireplace. Your phones long forgotten somewhere in the bedroom, the only sound disturbing the peace being the crackling coming from the fire.

Just as you were about to doze off, George's phone suddenly started ringing from the bedroom, making him apologize before quickly getting up to grab it.

"Hello?" his voice drowned out as he closed the door behind him, not wanting to disturb you.

You didn't know how long he had been talking on the phone, losing track of time while looking out the window at the beautiful scenery around you. You only noticed he had returned when he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin against your shoulder.

"Who was it?" you mumbled, leaning back against his chest.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you" he chuckled, making your curiosity peak even more.

You raised your eyebrows, turning around in his arms.

"Now you've made me curious. Who was it?"

"Toto Wolff"

Your eyes widened when you heard the name, your heart starting to beat more quickly inside of your chest. You knew what that meant, there was only one option.

"Does that mean what I think it means?" your voice was merely a whisper, afraid you would jinx it and then it wouldn't be real anymore.

He smiled and nodded, making you squeal and jump into his arms.

The both of you laughed, basking in the happiness that the good news had brought you.

There had been rumors that Valtteri would be leaving Mercedes and they wanted to bring in a younger driver, someone to balance out Lewis. For months on end, speculation circled around George being the driver Toto had been eyeing, but there hadn't been any official communication from the team whatsoever.

Until now.

George Russell, your boyfriend, the Mercedes F1 driver.

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09/20/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Call To Action: David Jenkins; Samba Schutte; Con O'Neill; Hugo Pierre Martin; How To Help; Other Cast & Crew Sightings: Rhys Darby; Rosie Carnahan Darby; Taika Waititi; Samba Schutte; Leslie Jones; Guz Khan; Damien Gerard; Kristian Nairn; Hugo Pierre Martin;

Well folks. It sure is wonderful to be honking loudly with you again! (Clown or Goose, however you prefer to consider it!). This morning, David Jenkins started us all off with a very specific tweet that set off a chain reaction!

= David Jenkins =

It APPEARS that David is telling us, the fans, that OFMD is "available", and that Netflix is the streaming service to woo. Now, does that mean it's just being bought and streamed? Or perhaps being picked up by a Season 3? There has been some discussion that Netflix sometimes likes to stream a cancelled show before they greenlight another season-- and well, who knows, maybe that's what OFMD is in line for!

Source: David Jenkins' Instagram

= Samba Schutte =

Then a little later in the day... Samba started us up with a new #, #supnetflix!

Source: Samba's Instagram

= Con O'Neill =

Con joined in on the sharing!

Source: Con's Instagram Stories

= Hugo Pierre Martin =

Our "one-line" friend, Hugo Pierre Martin is back at it! He's supporting OFMD in every way he can!

Source: Hugo's Twitter / 2

The fans took David and the Crew's call to action by starting up a tweet storm! Our friends over at @adoptourcrew also kept the momentum going by putting up prompts!

Source: Adopt Our Crew Twitter

Some of our crewmates reminded us, and Netflix, we had the numbers :)

Source: Florence aka single_cat_mom on Twitter!

As of the time this post was put together, the trends got up to the following! Thank you to APurplePatch on Twitter for captureing them!

Source: APurplePatch Twitter

And a little schadenfreude for today's festivities! Thank you Ashley!

Source: Ashley aka Seven_Sugars on Twitter

Well there we are-- great job today crew! Sure is feeling good in the fandom today! If we can, let's keep the momentum up through tomorrow! Are you excited about the possibility of an s3? Well, feel free to join in the manifestations from our friend @xray-vex!

Source: Xray_Vex Twitter

== How To Help ==

I can't believe I'm saying this again-- but hey! Wanna help out with the renewal (or at least selling OFMD) effort? Please consider some of the following!

Sign the Petition if you haven't already! (Change.org DOES clear out non-confirmed via email signatures every once in a while, so be sure to check your email.)

Request Our Flag Means Death on the Netflix form!

If you're interacting with social media, use these hashtags: #OurFlagMeansDeath #supnetflix #AdoptOurCrew #SaveOFMD

== Other Cast & Crew Sightings ==

= Rhys Darby =

New Bill Napier Weather Update from Rhys today on his Substack! There was even a shout out to some of our crewmembers you might recognize! Give it a listen!

Source: Rhys' Substack

= Rosie =

More Kitten Content from the Darby Household! (why yes, I will use my one movie allowed per tumblr post to add kitten content, I regret nothing).

Source: Rosie Carnahan Darby's Instagram

= Taika Waititi =

Taika's back to his "influencer" phase again!

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Source: Taika's Instagram

= Damien Gerard =

Damien's finally getting to get some relief! Congrats sir!

Source: Damien's Instagram

= Kristian Nairn =

Kristian catching up with one of his old co-stars, Issac Wright!

Source: Kristian Nairn Instagram

= Samba Schutte =

I realized I shared Samba's pics last time, but didn't say much about the new campaign! Samba's new Shop Stands campaign is benefiting the LA Regional Food Bank! First up, you can get a hoodie version of the Crew For Life T-Shirt! - Crew For Life Hoodie

Next up-- Samba is back with another cooking class! This time it's Death By Cheese! Death By Cheese Class

EVENT DATE: NOVEMBER 9 EVENT TIME: 10AM PT/1PM ET EVENT LOCATION: ONLINE

Source: Shop Stands

= Guz Khan =

New season of Man From Mobeen! Not sure if there's a date yet...but looks like Guz is sharing some pics!

Source: Guz Khan's Instagram

= Leslie Jones =

Leslie was on the Jennifer Hudson Show a couple days back!

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Source: Jennifer Hudson's Instagram

= Hugo Pierre Martin =

In case you haven't heard, Hugo is doing a Spotify Audio Series! Wanna check it out? Visit: Spotify

Source: Hugo's Twitter

== Articles ==

Source: Adopt Our Crew Twitter

== Love Notes ==

Alright, lovelies. I have so many things to say and yet no stamina to do so. I'll try to pick up tomorrow-- I just wanted to send this your way, I hope you find the ones who make you feel like you're basking in warmth and love, like the sun.

Source: StayCloseToYourself_ Instagram

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I'm going to try and approach this a bit differently. We have all been in a position where we desperately wanted something from a show. We can all relate to the desire for something you love to become canon. I still fret about whether or not they'll actually give us Buddie. Yes it has been sign posted but it's been sign posted for years and we're still waiting. Anyway I say that part to say this next part. They are sign posted. The canon signs are there and there everywhere. None of it is made up from nothing. Yes there are headcanons but that's true of every ship. But most of the headcanons have canon scenes that they stem from. The BT stuff is all headcanon. I keep seeing gifs of Buck with gifs of Lou from other acting rolls and them being tagged as bucktommy. Those gifs have nothing to do with 911 and aren't Tommy. None of it is based on canon. It has all come from their cameo conversations with Lou. And that genuinely dumbfounds me. Because now I see less and less Buck and it's increasingly Tommy centered.

Buck is the character the show cares about and they know that. I don't know enough about the SWAT theory to speak to it's truth or not but the timing of its renewal and him going 911 dark does somewhat feed into the rumor. I don't know, it's bad enough so many of them have become horrible towards Eddie but now they're starting to change who Buck canonically is to fit their headcanons of Tommy (the whole damsel in distress nonsense enrages me). And while I understand the desire to push for what you love, basic knowledge of the show has to play into your expectations at some point. It will be interesting(terrifying) to see how they react when his arc finishes, and he himself stated it was an arc(hello people he said this) so I'm just forever dumbfounded as to how we got here and I'm someone who genuinely tried to see where they're coming from.

*sigh* sorry for the length of this ask. Your blog is lovely.

Yes Nonny. Yes! All of this! This has been on my mind for so long now and you managed to summarize it so beautifully.

I simply do not get how we got here. A couple of months ago, everything was great in this fandom. We had no great expectations of Buddie canon, but we were happy to be on ABC so we could maybe get some more Buddie scenes. And we did get them. Season 7 was great for Buddie.

Unfortunately it also brought along Tommy. I was and still am thrilled for Buck being revealed as being bisexual. It's wonderful! And the initial thrill of it was exciting. I immediately started tying this in to Eddie. A lot of us in the Buddie fandom have long since theorised that, as soon as one of them would come out, the other would follow because it would be the only thing to make sense. Buck and Eddie have both been queer-coded for so long now and finally we would see some movement in their story.

Imagine my surprise when suddenly some people decided that Tommy was the best thing that had ever happened to Buck. It was all Tommy this, Tommy that, Tommy with the sun shining out of his ***. I was so confused. Even some of my Buddie mutuals who I had known for years, just kind of gave up on Buddie and started worshipping at the altar of Tommy Kinard.

And the fact that Lou started spouting his headcanons in those cameos definitely didn't help either. Some people really believe in those headcanons.

And listen, nothing against headcanons. I have some of my own. But there is a reason why they are called 'head'canons. It's because they are things you see and recognise in a character, but they aren't discussed in the show, so they aren't 'canon'. They remain 'fanon'.

Now, don't get me wrong, ship and let ship. But there is a difference between normal 'shipping' and liking the pair, and the total craziness the Tommy-hype has become.

I know a lot of people that are multi-shippers and I have mutuals who like BT as a transitional relationship, but ultimately still want Buddie. I'm not talking about them. I'm talking about the people who suddenly started talking down on Eddie as if he was treating Buck badly and how he was a bad father. And how, even if he were queer, Buck would never choose him over Tommy. Where did that come from? They didn't say that before. Why now?

And I ask the question: What is so special about Tommy? I keep seeing people that say Buck is in the best relationship ever. HOW? WHAT? WHERE? What do these people see that I don't see?

We have seen Tommy in a handful of scenes. In all of those scenes he has been dismissive, disrespectful and frankly not very interesting. There is no chemistry at all with Buck either. I mean, if there had been some palpable chemistry I might have liked it more, but it just seems as if Lou is going through the motions in those kisses. If they are such a great couple, where are the little couple things? Where is the handholding? The little in-jokes? Nothing! I mean, Oliver does his best to keep their scenes somewhat afloat, but Lou is clearly not even trying. So I truly do not understand this strange -almost obsessive and gatekeeping- behaviour when it comes to Lou and Tommy.

It's obvious-- and anyone with eyes can see this from miles away-- that Tommy is a narrative device to have Buck explore his bisexuality. Every single thing in the show, but also around the show, is pointing in that direction.

Think about it. There was no promotion whatsoever for BT, only for bi Buck and Buddie. They had one abysmal interview where they talked for 2 seconds about BT and Oliver looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there. They have given Tommy no screentime whatsoever. He is only there when it is required for Buck's storyline. It practically screams: plot device.

Then we have Ryan giving interviews where he, once again, talks about Buck being a co-parent and how Eddie will explore himself in season 8. How he will push that refresh button and he will ultimately find the partner he needs. All gender neutral by the way.

I mean, look... I admit to having been delulu in the past over small things when it comes to Buddie. What can I say? It's been a long 6 years. But this? This is no longer about being delusional. This is full-blown 'in your face': BUDDIE IS HAPPENING! It's all right there when you look at it logically.

But yes, somehow, we are wrong because our ship isn't canon and it's apparantly homophobic to be against a canon ship?

Which... do these people know what fandom is actually about? It's about fictional people and we want to see these fictional people get interesting story arcs and we want some of them to end up together because they have such a great history and chemistry. Like Buddie.

So yes Nonny, I agree. And listen, I do too still fret sometimes that I might be seeing things that aren't there. It's in my nature as a libra to doubt everything.

But then I start putting all of the evidence in- and outside of the narrative together and... it can only lead to one thing: queer Eddie (which is about time) and eventually Buddie.

And imagine the payoff that will be. Imagine how the viewership will get a boost. So many more people would turn in. Bi Buck was big, but the fan favourite queer slow burn getting together after 7 seasons by then? The internet will explode. It will be epic.

For 6 seasons we have been rooting for these men to open their eyes and to see what is right in front of them. There were plans to go there, but FOX stopped it. Now they are on ABC and obviously ABC is okay with queer characters on their shows. I mean, look at 'Grey's anatomy'.

So yes, I proudly declare myself no longer delulu and 100% certain that Buddie is in the works. There is no more need for clown noses and clown cars. We are beyond that now. It's a matter of 'when', not 'if'.

Mind you, just my humble opinion here. But I stand with it.

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #season 8 speculation #all this fandom discourse is so exhausting #I just want those pre season 7 fandom feeling back #no ship wars #no BT nonsense #just us speculating about Buddie in our little corner of the internet #I'm tired of this #nonnies galore

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(For Ficmas 2023) Isaac Lahey and cookie decorating

cookie decorating (isaac lahey x f!reader) {ficmas 2023}

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ happy day 12 of ficmas!

warnings: allusions to sex

a/n: its christmas eve! this one is short but i wanted to keep it sweet and to the point. thank you guys so much for joining me in this journey to write 12 fics in 24 days (honestly exhausting, but i'm happy I did it). reminder that my requests are open, and to join my taglist if you want to read more of my work in the future. i have a couple requested fics that i need to work on, but i'm hoping to start having a regular posting schedule for you guys in the new year. once again, ily and thank you guys for supporting me always <3

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Before your last school vice principal was killed by one of the many werewolf problems that arose in Beacon Hills, the high school didn’t have as many “school spirit” events. There were the typical ones, but truthfully, not a lot. But then, the high school needed a new vice principal, and suddenly, Beacon Hills High School was experiencing an influx of school-wide events. Some of them were incredibly stupid, annoying, and trivial, but occasionally there would be one that would excite all the students. This was one of those times.

“I am happy to announce that for the holiday season, we will be doing a series of competitions centered around winter,” Mr. Bean, the new vice principal, announced at a school assembly one morning. You almost skipped it but were caught by Coach Finstock in the hall before you could sneak out. Your boyfriend, Isaac, was asleep next to you. “They will be non-denominational, of course. But what is the prize, you ask? After careful consideration, it was decided that the team that gets the most wins out of the twelve contests will get automatic As for the winter break homework– that’s right, a free pass!”

That got the students awake, chatter filling the auditorium as students daydreamed about not having to do any work over the break. You also perked up. Even though you were a good student, you never got an actual vacation with how things went in your life, and your brain almost couldn’t process all the reading and napping you’d get done if you didn’t have any homework.

“Isaac,” you hissed, slapping your boyfriend in the arm. He groaned as you awoke him. “We are entering this.” He looked at you in confusion as you explained the competition to him. That seemed to wake him up.

“I’m not doing too hot in Chemistry right now, so that’d be great,” he mumbled, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

“You told me you were okay!”

“I lied,” he shrugged, and you slapped him in the arm again.

“I offered to help you with your homework.”

“I wanted to make out with you instead.” That made you roll your eyes, but you didn’t get the chance to chastise your boyfriend as you finished listening to the rules of the competition.

The following days went by as pretty much every student in the school participated. Everyone got points for the challenges, and the team with the most points got automatic As. There would be two runner-ups who got Bs. You questioned whether any of this was legal, but your lust for winning overtook the rational part of you. Your competitive nature shined as you and Isaac quickly rose to the top of the leaderboards. Between your book smarts and Isaac’s athletic prowess, you took the contests by storm. There was trivia, a sledding race, a snowman competition, and a relay race. Ethan and Aiden were The only team close to beating you two, which just spurred on Isaac more. Even Scott and Stiles, who had fallen behind since they spent more time arguing like a married couple than cooperating, were rooting for you and Isaac just to see Ethan and Aiden go down.

The final contest wasn’t anything crazy but required precision and focus. Cookie Decorating. Of course.

You hunkered down at your house, baking cookies and looking at YouTube tutorials for the best way to decorate cookies. You had some cookies look like ornaments, others like reindeer, and a couple as snowflakes. Unfortunately, Isaac had grown distracted about half an hour into your baking adventure. Which meant he had turned to distracting you.

“Can we take a break?” he sighed, sitting at your counter as he watched you add frosting to piping bags.

“We need to turn these in by 4 pm today, so we need to hurry,” you responded, tying off the plastic piping at the top and looking at your sketched designs before adding anything to your cookies. Isaac slid off the stool, standing beside you as he watched you draw careful shapes. You weren’t paying attention to him, so you missed the devilish smirk on his face as an idea came to him. He pushed your hair to one side, standing behind you as he wrapped his arms around your middle. You hummed, still focused on decorating, when he pressed kisses along your neck and shoulder. You became hyperaware of his lips on your skin as he licked a line from your artery to your jaw, hot, open-mouthed kisses following soon after. You bit your lip to stop a gasp from leaving your mouth. “Isaac,” you hissed in warning when he bit down, coaxing a sigh from your lips.

“Y/N,” he hummed, his hands dipping under your shirt and running up and down your sides. His hands were cold and made you shiver wherever he touched you.

“You’re being a nuisance,” you whispered, hand shaking as you kept trying to decorate.

“Take a break,” he smiled against your skin, continuing his ministrations. You tried to calm yourself, but after making another mistake in decorating, you growled in frustration and turned around in his arms.

“You’re obnoxious,” you muttered, back pressed against the counter as Isaac had you cornered. He just smiled, leaning down to kiss you as he had you caged against the counter. You let him kiss you, hands running up his arms, tangling in his hair. You let him take you to your bedroom, make love to you, and effectively distract you. And when he was done being needy, you went back to finish decorating the cookies, wearing just his shirt and underwear, even letting him steal one when he thought you weren’t looking.

You ended up winning the competition, much to the chagrin of Ethan and Aiden, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as you spent winter break in peace with Isaac.

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after quite a long time - welcome back to alex's unhinged meta corner!

and yes. it is once again the final fifteen. it has been two months and i have not moved on.

i'm gonna preface this very quickly with a little disclaimer: i do not dislike aziraphale, i love him. they both fucked up in different ways and neither of them is solely responsible for the entire shitshow that went down between them.

but.

aziraphale needs to learn how to listen to crowley, and crowley has the right to be angry. to be fucking furious, actually.

let's dive into it, shall we?

crowley starts talking as soon as aziraphale is back. he takes off his glasses, he is pacing, which is always a dead giveaway that he is nervous about something, and he explicitly asks aziraphale to LISTEN.

"it's probably best if i start off doing all the talking and you do all the listening"

followed by "if i dont start talking now i'll never start talking", and one should think that would be enough for aziraphale to actually shut up and listen. yet he doesn't. he interrupts crowley and tells him to "hold that thought" aka to shut up and listen to him instead, and this is where it all goes wrong.

not when he presents the metatron's offer, not when crowley realizes he will take it, not when crowley holds his speech.

here. right here. right at the beginning because from the second aziraphale enters the bookshop, he does not care about what crowley has to say. he is not listening to a single word coming out of his mouth because all he wants to do is present the "good news".

aziraphale has been ignoring pretty much 90% of what came out of crowley's mouth this season, and now we are at 100% of not listening or comprehending. however, crowley loves him. crowley loves him and sees his excitement and shuts up even though it is visibly hurting him.

this is not the face of someone who is in the mood to receive your "good news". this is someone who is at his fucking limit and biting his tongue and saying "really?" at the right point because crowley is listening. crowley loves him and he is listening - but does aziraphale give him the same undivided attention? does he ever listen to crowley?

NO! he doesn't! look at them side by side:

aziraphale is once again too caught up in his own feelings to even register that crowley is not doing well.

crowley is listening, nodding along, looking at him, patiently waiting, which honestly deserves an award. aziraphale is not getting to his fucking point and honestly i would not have been able to keep quite like crowley. he is taking very deep breaths, trying to calm himself down, but you can see that his brain is already trying to work out what kind of bullshit aziraphale has gotten himself into this time.

if aziraphale was paying the slightest bit of attention to crowley aka the person he loves he would have realized that he needs to stop talking. but he isn't and so he doesn't stop.

now. crowley doesn't cry throughout the entire thing. tears form but don't fall, and the thing is that they don't appear after aziraphale's "big reveal". no. you can see them in the very last frames we get of crowley before we shift to aziraphale's conversation with the metatron.

aziraphale mentions the metatron, says "i might have misjudged him", and that's it. crowley knows what he is about to tell him (at least the promotion part) and it's ripping a hole into him.

you can see that he is thinking, processing, but he knows. the sudden difference in his eyes between these frames and the last is very visible and accompanied by the first glints of tears along his waterline.

crowley knows this:

aziraphale isn't listening to him

gabriel is gone, meaning there is no supreme archangel

the metatron showed up on earth and then wanted to talk to aziraphale alone

now aziraphale is back and has "great news"

he's smart, he can connect the dots, he is painfully aware of how this is going to end.

want to know what the best part is?

between crowley taking his glasses off and the switch to the conversation with the metatron pass 35 seconds.

35 seconds. that's how long it takes for crowley's world to fall apart.

everything that comes after just makes it worse and gives him more details, but this when he knows that whatever aziraphale is going to ask of him, he will not do it, and aziraphale is going to leave him. there's a tiny spark of hope, which is why he asks.

"tell me you said no" but he knows. he knows aziraphale did not say no. he knows the second he connects his excitement to the news.

35 seconds.

aziraphale did not listen because he does not *care* about what crowley wants to tell him. he has build himself a version of crowley in his head and expects the real crowley to act like that, taking his attention, his help, his mere presence, as granted. in his mind, whatever crowley wants to tell him can't possibly be more important than what HE cares about, and so he does not care and he does not listen.

"good news to give you" the news are not "i am going to be supreme archangel" and it is NOT "the metatron said i can make you an angel"

no, wanna know what the good news are in aziraphale's mind?

"you are an angel again." THAT are the news. THAT is what he is telling crowley, because hey, did you notice something? while watching the entire confession scene over and over again like a normal person?

i did.

never, not ONCE, in his deliverance of the good news, does aziraphale ASK CROWLEY WHAT HE WANTS.

he is operating on the assumption that yes, of course crowley will come with me to heaven. who doesnt want to be an angel? on the side of good and light and all the shit coming out of his mouth.

he only starts asking him to come with him once crowley makes it clear that actually, fuck that, i'm not going back. and even THEN even at that point he NEVER not ONCE asks crowley if he wants to be an angel again. he is STILL operating on "everyone wants to be an angel" and is not questioning it.

aziraphale thinks they are arguing about whether or not he should take the archangel position. crowley thinks they are arguing about him becoming an angel again.

the funny part is that to aziraphale, crowley's argument isn't even an argument because, again, he does not question that maybe crowley does not want to be an angel again. he is taking that as given.

THIS is why i don't want to see the apology dance again. this is why i dont want crowley to immediately forgive aziraphale. what i want is for aziraphale to shut up and LISTEN to what crowley is telling him and has been telling him for six thousand years.

i'm going to end this with one last comparison, which honestly summarizes this entire meta post.

#alex talks good omens #good omens #ineffable husbands #good omens meta #crowley #aziraphale #good omens season 2 #go2 #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #ineffable divorce #if i sound angry it's because a lot of my trauma revolves around not being heard or listened to #so yeah im taking crowley's side with this and i think we're on the right side actually #anyway again i love aziraphale but for fucks sake dude shut the hell up for once

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chemicallywrit · 5 months

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Happy Audio Drama Sunday!! When I was a non-teacher adult I thought to myself, surely as a child I exaggerated the desperate need for summer break. Now that I am a teacher adult, I can admit that I was. Wrong. I need a break, but luckily I have time for this.

Here's what I listened to this week!

@ourstoriedinsight's season finale was this week and wow. Wow. The way this show so effortlessly dances on ideas of trust, truth, and ethics while telling a story of four (five? Sir George count?) ridiculous and reluctant heroes who have only a dead friend in common is staggering. This episode especially, as you can see how they really drew together against (and then with) Sage. I love them, your honor. And I would also let Rain be my lawyer. Everyone listen to Our Storied Insight.

Jeez louise @camlannpod, can you give a girl a break? I am so glad Gwaine’s okay, and I’m fascinated by the mistrust Peredur has for him, even after they tried to track him over hill and dale. And I am SO worried about what's about to happen next. I wonder what Dai's going to do about it. I wonder if he'll do anything (please, Dai, do something).

This week's episode of Josie’s Lonely Hearts Club had me rolling. Look, I knew the title going in ("It's French for A Horny Party") and I still cackled when the line appeared in the episode. Josie, I hope you continue changing for the better. Also it inspired me to make beans and rice for dinner and that was a wild success.

When Karim Kronfli showed up at the beginning of the season of Among the Stars and Bones, I was excited, but holy heck. The performances in this show. Oh, right, and the twist at the end--you know, I really should have expected things to get a million times worse, based on how last season went, but this is a MILLION times worse. How are they gonna get out of this one folks???

@keepitsteadypod KEEP IT STEADY IS BACK KEEP IT STEADY MY BELOVED. Things are REALLY going places between Zach and Gabe now and neither of them know it. I love high schoolers, they're so dumb. Admit you like each other, dummies. Shoutout to our great good school nurse trying to fight for kids, and I thought the reveal about Zach's past was remarkably done. I love this show.

In relistening news, Life with Althaar again (what's up, @geminicollisionworks!). I rarely relisten to shows, but this one is worth my while every time. Listen to Life with Althaar, a silly space sitcom that gets Not So Silly when the story decides to commit to the bit. Althaar, I would die for you.

Inn Between is truckin right along with 5.9 this week, which I found absolutely delicious to watch the actors bring to life. It’ll be outdone only by the episode next week. In zombie news, boy oh boy, this week we're doing some recording for The Dead that I'm very worried about but ready for the challenge of. It involves directing singers in a language I do not speak! Lol pray for me. If I can make it til school ends, maybe I'll have some other news as well! Keep a weather eye out.

Hey, want to help me satiate my sudden summer cravings for fun drinks? Buy me a ko-fi!

See y'all next week!

#audio drama sunday #audio fiction #audio drama #fiction podcast #freaking podcasts #josie's lonely hearts club #camlann #our storied insight #among the stars and bones #keep it steady podcast #life with althaar

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buddiebeginz · 2 months

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Here’s another reason I’m confident Buddie is happening this season.

911 og and 911 Lone Star will essentially be competing with one another in a way that they didn’t before being on the same network. People might say well LS is in it’s final season so it doesn’t really matter but I’m sure it will matter to ABC if Fox can pull in higher numbers for the show they kept than ABC can for the one they took from them.

Despite all the talk about how homophobic Fox is they know Tarlos is a big draw for that show and will use them accordingly to get people to watch. They've already started using Tarlos on their social media to promote the new season.

No matter how much B*mmy fans want them to be their ship is not comparable to a ship like Tarlos. Especially not Tarlos in season 1 which had a lot of hype around them and was a will they/won’t they ship. I’m mentioning season 1 Tarlos because B/T is still a newbie ship like Tarlos were in season 1. Yet B/T hasn't had even half the development or promotion Tarlos did in season 1 of LS.

Despite how much a select few online yell about them B*mmy is just not a ship that is going to draw in a lot of new viewers. Some new people started watching the show after Buck came out but this was much more about Buck than B/T no matter what B*mmys say. Think about it you could replace T*mmy with any other guy and the reaction would probably have been about the same. That's because the big reaction (especially for people familiar with the show) was about Buck finally having his bi awakening. For those who were introduced to the show through clips of the kiss going around it was more of, oh look these two hot guys are kissing or oh look more queer rep let me check this show out.

Also listen to the things Oliver has said in interviews about the storyline. The messages he's been receiving from people have been primarily about people relating to Buck coming out later in life not about B/T. Yes some people like B/T and found the show because of their kiss but that's not the major draw and the ship is just not interesting enough (especially compared to other primetime couples and Buddie) to keep a significant amount of people tuned into the show long term.

Most primetime shows have a will they/won't they couple. For 911 that couple was Maddie and Chim for a long time. But going into s8 all of the big main canon couples are married at this point. I love all the couples on 911 and I love that they they're all settled and happy but the fact is happy settled couples don't bring in new viewers (Tim himself has even said as much before). So 911 is going to need a newer more exciting ship that will garner attention. If the intention was to have B/T be that new exciting ship I truly believe their relationship would have been handled a lot differently from the beginning.

Instead of them getting together pretty quickly I think things would have dragged out all season. Maybe after the bad date Buck and T*mmy don't meet for coffee and Buck thinks it's over only they run into one another again on a call and it's awkward. If they wanted to build the story and rope the audience in the show could have let us know there's feelings there between them both but neither wants to say anything. So they don't. Then Buck decides to go to a gay bar and runs into T*mmy again and sees him with another guy and that bothers him. And it's not until the end of the season that we get some big romantic moment showing that they do want to be together.

I'm saying all this to point out that if the plan was to build excitement for that ship 911 had time even in a shortened season and they didn't. Even if the intention was to leave us wanting more from B/T, just give us little bits of what's going on with them and fully develop them later in s8 they didn't do a great job with that either. Nearly every scene that B/T are in T*mmy comes across as a dismissive ass who just doesn't seem all that invested in Buck (including in the new deleted scene). They also had very little physical affection and often just didn't behave like a couple or even like two guys who are dating. I've seen people say that in scenes like the medal ceremony in 7x09 they would have never even known they were together if that was the only episode they saw.

My point is there is no way B/T can compete with Tarlos the only couple that can do that is Buddie. ABC and Tim know that if they even hint at Eddie coming out and Buddie canon no one will even remember that LS exists. The kind of attention that B/T has gotten will be nothing compared to the way the world is going to explode when Buddie goes canon. So many people (including a good number of B/T shippers who remain multishippers) have been waiting to see it happen for years.

This is no hate towards Tarlos and Lone Star who I love btw and I'm sad that show is getting canceled. I'm just pointing out that this is how networks think. I know Tim worked on LS for a while and I'm sure he still has love for that show and the cast but at that same time it's important for 911 to have high ratings if we want the show to continue long term.

I've been a fan of 911 almost since the show started and a Buddie fan pretty much as long. I've been hopeful in the past that Buddie could happen especially after the shooting. Which makes sense now given everything we've been told about how Buck was was probably going to come out in s4 and Eddie in s5. I lost a lot of hope for Buddie after s6 though. I wasn't even sure I wanted to keep watching tbh. Which is why I can't believe I'm at a point now where I feel more certain than ever that s8 will be our year. I know we've been hopeful in previous years but everything is pointing towards Buddie now more than it's ever been.

#buddie #911 buddie #911!

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gracev0609 · 11 months

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Giving & Receiving

A Josh X Danny X Reader story.

Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY, Polyamorous couple, m/m, f/m, explicit sexual material, possessiveness, angst, pregnancy, breeding, asshole Danny, angelbaby Josh.

You'll laugh, you'll cry, and you'll get horny 😉

This can be read individually, but some things mentioned are referencing previous fics. The timeline is in order on my pinned post if you want to catch up.

Word Count: 7K+

You sat in the middle seat of the back of the rental truck conversing with Danny behind the wheel and Josh in the passenger seat. The three of you were on a trek from the airport to their hometown of Frankenmuth Michigan, travel had made you weary in the pre holiday bustle, but you were excited to meet your boys families. You knew the Kiszka's and the Wagner's were accepting of your relationship and that helped to calm your nerves.

Danny made the final turn off the highway and into the eccentric little Bavarian town of Frankenmuth. You stared in awe out the window as you saw snow covered shops adorned with Christmas lights, fully ready for the season as we were just a few days away from Thanksgiving.

A series of text messages came up on the screen that is connected to Danny's phone interrupting the playlist you had been listening to.

"Oh, it looks like my sister is demanding that I get dinner with her tonight. She says it's urgent that we catch up." Danny said with a chuckle," Is that okay with you guys?" He asked, peering over his shoulder between you and Josh.

"Of course it's okay babe, go hang out with her. Don't worry about us. Just have a fun time." You said reaching out and touching his shoulder. Nodding your head towards Josh," I'm sure his family will keep us plenty entertained."

Danny let out a curt laugh, knowing all too well that you were correct, before tapping the message reply button on the screen," Sounds great! We're just getting into town now. Be at Mom and Dad's in about 30. "

Danny pulled the truck into a gravel driveway a little ways out of town. White string lights were wrapped around the wooden porch, along with a lit garland hung above the red front door. A light blanket of snow covering the rooftop visible in the dwindling light. Josh's childhood home looked like something out of a Hallmark movie.

Josh turned around to face you in his seat, " Welcome to the Kiszka household." A goofy grin spread on his face.

Quickly he jumped out of the truck and opened the door for you as Danny went to the bed and started unloading your suitcases. The three of you followed the pathway up to the front door, snow crunching under your shoes. Josh found the correct key on his keychain and unlocked the front door, " Mom! We're here!" He called into the foyer. Josh slid his vans off and disappeared down the hallway leaving you not knowing where to go and Danny with the suitcases.

You heard a woman's voice call out," All of my boys under one roof again!"

You turned to Danny and gave him a timid smile, your nerves amping up.

You heard the same voice ask," Where's Danny and Y/N?"

You followed Danny further into the house, holding onto the hem of his sweater.

You found them in the kitchen, a woman with grey hair embraced Danny first, squeezing her arms around him and swaying him back and forth despite being almost half his height. After welcoming Daniel she turned to you," And you must be Y/N. I'm Karen, it's so nice to finally meet you. I'm so happy that you make my baby happy." She turns her head towards Danny," I'm happy that you both do."

Danny told her that he was just dropping off his things and that he'll be back later this evening, he gave you and Josh a quick kiss goodbye before making his way back through the house.

Jake and Sam make their way down the steps as Karen puts a hot mug of coffee in front of you and Josh. Jake dramatically flops down on the kitchen chair next to Josh, obviously comfortable in his mother's home.

"Just so you know, I've already claimed our room so you guys can stay on the pull out couch in the basement."

Sam chimes in," Yeah, keep you far away from the rest of us so we don't have to hear-"

" Samuel, for the love of God, and your mother's sanity, don't finish that sentence." Karen interrupts while adding cream to her cup of coffee.

" Okay! Okay. But Joshisloud!" Sam rushed out, eager to embarrass his older brother.

"Jesus Christ Sam!" Josh exclaims cheeks reddening.

Karen takes a sip of her coffee," That's definitely something I didn't need to know."

Josh gets up from the kitchen table," On that note, I'm going to take our suitcases downstairs."

You stand to join him, grabbing your bags and following him to the doorway near the steps. He opens the basement door and clicks on the light as you follow him down the carpeted stairs. Thankfully the basement is finished and warm. You look around the room noting the posters of musicians, bands, and Greta Van Fleet. There are a few instruments in stands in one corner and amplifiers in the other. Across from a big thick flat screen TV, clearly the latest technology from the 2000s, sat a large comfortable looking sofa. Josh set the suitcases down near the amps and went over to the couch easily and successfully flipping it out into a pull out bed. He must have done it thousands of times over the years. Your eyes followed him over to a closet you hadn't yet noticed and he pulled out pillows and blankets and a large comforter. He plopped the linens onto the bed and you grabbed the sheets helping him make up the bed.

"You know sweetie, I'm not the only one who has a set of lungs," Josh said, fluffing the pillow in his hands," you're not so good at being quiet either."

He set the pillow down grabbing the next one to fluff. " You're probably going to need to bite down on something, aren't you baby?"

A blush crept onto your face," Oh? So you think we're having sex in your parents house? What makes you so sure?"

Josh comes around to your side of the bed and wraps his arms around your waist, his hands sliding down to grip your ass," We'll, for one I find you absolutely irresistible." He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his plush lips leaving wet kisses making your heart beat faster and a pulse form in between your legs.

A choked moan slips out between your lips," And for two?"

He drags his tongue across the sensitive skin right below your ear lobe.

He rasps in your ear," I can't think of another reason right now baby. Please just let me have you. I haven't had you to myself in so long. Please?"

Nodding your head, your hands find the button on his pants. He lets you fumble for a moment in your haste before he pops the button open for you. Eagerly you slide the zipper down and push the fabric down his hips revealing his already hard cock. He quickly steps out of his clothes and grabs at the spandex fabric of your leggings at your hips, fluidly pulling them from your body. Keeping your tops on to accentuate the haste of your quickie.

"Gonna have to be quick baby, lay down on the edge of the bed, on your back. I need to taste you." He tells you, guiding you back onto the springy mattress. It creaks under your weight, and your eyes widen knowing that even if the both of you keep quiet, the mattress will surely give you away.

Josh drops to his knees and pushes your legs wide, spreading you out for him to feast upon.

You watch his eyes darken as they study your dripping core.

"All for me lover?" A smirk adorns his mouth. Knowing his words have a double meaning tonight.

"Yeah Joshy, all for you- oh!" You suck in a breath as his warm tongue laps through your folds. You lean back further down onto your elbows and you groan. Josh disconnects from your heat and sits up. His hair is a little wild, and his eyes glassy. He simply raises a single finger in front of his mouth that's glistening from your arousal in the low light as if to shush you. You mutter a soft sorry and he dives back down in between your legs. Taking a grounding deep breath as you lay the rest of the way back onto the mattress and he continues to devour you. The knot in your stomach is quickly getting ready to snap, Josh continues to moan into your heat sending vibrations through your clit. In your haze you notice his arm moving and you realize that he can't help but touch himself as his face is buried in your pussy. You knot your fingers in his curls and yank his head up, and he lets out a pitchy whine," Josh, please, just fuck me already. I need it."

" Okay. Yeah, uh. Here stand up and lean down onto the bed to brace yourself. Hopefully it won't squeak too much." He says as you stand in front of him, he pushes you roughly in between the shoulder blades down towards the mattress. Josh grips his painfully hard cock in his hand and runs the velvety head through your wetness. Simultaneously you both groan at the feeling. After a bit of teasing he finds your entrance and slowly eases in, inch by inch letting you feel all of him.

A sigh erupts from his chest.

" Pussy's so tight." Josh mutters through gritted teeth.

His hips find a pace just brutal enough to make you squirm, and the knot in your stomach tightens.

"Josh, I'm close." You pant.

He runs the palm of his hand down your spine," I know baby, I can feel it. Let it go, I've got you. I promise I've got you."

"Josh!" You cry into the pillow at your face.

"Cum Y/N."

Your eyes roll back into your skull as the waves of pleasure crash upon your body.

" There you go baby, such a good girl. So beautiful. So perfect." He whispers, continuing to fuck you through it.

As you recover from your orgasm Josh begins to chase his own, his hands find purchase on your hips. His dull nails digging into the sensitive flesh.

" Your pussys so perfect Y/N. Fuck, let me make it mine baby." He weaves his hand into your hair and pulls you up against his chest. He growls into your ear," Who's pussy is it baby?"

" Yours"

"That's right. Mine. Take it baby, let me fill you up. Fuck, fuck here you go."

You wail loudly and his hand flies to your mouth, successfully shutting you up. You bite down on the fleshy part of his hand in between his thumb and pointer finger, screaming into his palm.

His hips stutter and you feel his warmth coat your insides. You stand there for a moment enjoying the sensation.

Exhausted you flop onto the mattress in front of you. Your legs turned to jelly.

Catching his breath he leans down and grabs his underwear out of his pants and runs the soft fabric between your legs cleaning up the mess he made there.

" I'm going to be honest, I'm not really sure how quiet we were." He chuckles heading over to his suitcase to grab out clothes to change into after a shower.

"Come on baby, let's gather your things so we can shower and then relax." Josh says kissing your hair.

You muster enough energy to slowly wander to your suitcase and open it up reaching for your sweats. You also open up your toiletry bag to grab your shampoo and body wash. That's when you notice something. A handful of tampons sit inside next to your travel size deodorant. You should be nearing the end of your period, and you haven't even started it yet.

"Josh" you whisper.

"Yeah?" He asks rifling through his own toiletry bag hands full of hair products.

"I'm late. My period. It's late."

Your hands start to shake as your mind runs a mile a minute.

Josh drops the things in his hands back into his suitcase and pulls you into his lap," Hey, hey. It's okay. You're okay. We're okay. There could be many reasons why it's late." His hand runs soothing circles over your back.

Tears threaten to spill over," But what if I am pregnant. Then what? I've been fucking two different men for months."

He holds you a bit tighter," Then you are. I've got you Y/N. I love you so much, and whatever you decide, if you need to decide anything, I'll be here. I'm not going anywhere okay?"

In a quiet voice you weren't sure he could even hear," but what if it isn't yours."

He takes a deep breath that sways you in his lap," Then it's my lovers. I think either outcome is a beautiful thing. I could biologically be a father, or I could be a father figure to the baby made by a person I have loved for most of my life. If you're even pregnant of course. Either way sweetie, you're stuck with me."

The tears that were threatening to spill finally run down your cheeks. A bit of relief floods your chest," Joshua, I love you so much."

He presses his lips to yours in a needy emotion filled kiss. He leans his forehead against yours," Let's go upstairs and get cleaned up."

You both quietly gather your things and make your way upstairs up both flights of stairs to the Kiszka kids childhood bathroom. You set your things on the countertop as Josh turns the shower on. He abruptly squats down and rummages through the cabinet underneath the sink, way in the back.

He leans back out with a rectangular pink box in his hand, he inspects the package for the expiration date and finds it still good.

"Here. I thought I might find one in here." He hands you the target brand pregnancy test. You look at him with confusion on your face. "Lilly had a scare sometime last year when we were visiting. She asked me to take her to Target so she could get a test and not alarm Jake, and I remembered she bought a ton of them to be sure."

You read the print on the package, the words early detection jumping out at you.

" I should just take it shouldn't I."

Josh offers you a soft smile in response, letting you make the decision.

You sigh and start opening the package, careful not to rip the instructions on the box.

"Do you want me to stay in here with you?" He asks from his spot on the floor. You nod, reading the instructions and uncapping the test, mentally preparing yourself to pee on a stick.

After doing the deed so to speak you set the test down on the countertop and finish stripping your clothes getting ready to get into the shower knowing that the last thing you can do is sit and just wait for the results. Wordlessly Josh follows you into the hot stream of water. He grabs your body wash and squeezes some into his hand, lathering your body. He runs his hands down your arms and across your chest cupping your breasts, before sliding his soapy hands down your stomach. With his front pressed against your back, his hands caress your stomach.

Softly he murmurs," You know you'd look stunning pregnant. A goddess really. I'd worship you."

You bring your hand to intertwine your fingers with his, still pressed against your stomach.

He finishes washing your bodies and he turns the water off before wrapping you in a towel.

"Are you ready to find out?" He walks over to where you put the test on the counter.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

You lean into his side as he flips the test over so you both can see the results at the same time.

Pregnant.

You realize that this is a happy thing. You are in the most healthy relationship you've ever been in with two amazing men who love so fiercely.

" I can't wait to tell Danny."

Visions of Danny circling you in his arms and kissing both you and Josh, with joy radiating off of him fill your head.

Josh wraps you up in his arms kissing you with so much passion and love it steals your breath away.

"Fuck, I'm so happy Y/N. So happy."

"A baby." You breathe.

"A baby."

You can't help the smile on your face as you grab your sweats and put them on, Josh eyeing you carefully as he gets dressed himself. He lowers himself to his knees in front of you for the second time tonight. This time for a very different reason, he pushes up the oversized sweatshirt you have on to expose your stomach before laying light kisses on your skin. He murmurs, I'm your Daddy in between kisses and you feel your heart swell. You slide your fingers against his scalp scratching softly as he continues talking to your stomach.

After a moment your empty stomach growls interrupting him, he turns his attention to your face," Let's get you two something to eat, huh?" He asks, rising to his feet again before turning towards the door.

"Babe? Can we tell Danny first before the rest of your family? He deserves to know next. "

" My thoughts exactly."

You pack your stuff, including the test and the packaging, back into your toiletry bag and take it with you back downstairs. Once you descend the stairs and wind your way into the living room you spot Jake snuggled on the couch watching a movie by himself. He lifts his arm up, out from under the blanket and wiggles around the weed cart he has in his hand," Welcome to the party."

Josh grabs it from his hand and sits down next to him taking a long pull from the vape. He pulls you down onto his lap, his hands circling your waist and resting on your lower stomach as you get comfortable nestling in halfway on his legs and halfway on the couch in between the two men. He slowly exhales the pale grey smoke waving it away from your face to no avail.

"Sorry! Sorry!" He apologized in between coughs.

"Blow it upwards you dick! Smokin her out" Jake laughs, plucking the pen from his brother's hand before taking another hit, " Do you want?" He asks extending it to you.

"Oh no, I'm okay right now. Thank you."

"Okay, just grab it if you want it." Jake says, making Josh snort and laugh.

"You fucker, I didn't mean it like that!" Jake giggling in between his words.

You roll your eyes getting up off of Josh's lap," I'm going to go raid your kitchen."

"Ah! Mom plated up leftovers for you guys, she said it's on the middle shelf in the fridge." Jake tells you as you wander into the kitchen.

After taking the first plate of food out of the microwave you begin to heat up the second one, when you hear bare feet pad into the kitchen. You turn your head to find Jake wrapped in his blanket from the couch heading towards the pantry.

"I'm fuckin starving," he says in an awful British accent reaching for the tub of cheese balls.

You laugh as he struggles to pour them into a bowl without spilling them on the counter," How high are you?"

He looks up a you with a grin and droopy eyes," I'm pretty fuckin high babe"

You then hear the front door open and the shuffling of a coat and shoes being discarded. Danny comes traipsing into the kitchen " Hi baby! Hi Jakey!" He says with a slur coming over to envelope both of you into a hug and you can smell the alcohol on his breath. You can't help the feeling of disappointment as you realize that he isn't sober enough to hear the news you can't wait to tell him.

"Did you have a good time with your sister?" You ask him muffled by the fabric of his sweater.

He releases both of you from his hug," We had such a great time! I told her all about you and Josh of course, but she knows him already. She needed to see me because she wanted to tell me first, she got engaged last night!" Danny has a proud smile on his face, happy for his sister.

"Oh that's amazing! I'm excited to meet her." You tell him genuinely.

Danny occupies himself with getting a glass of water. You make your way back to Josh on the couch, you softly say," He's too drunk to tell him tonight."

"It's okay love, we can tell him tomorrow."

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You stir awake, back aching from the shitty mattress, you go to sit up but you realize you are pinned there by Josh. His arm is draped over your body with his hand splayed over your stomach, his subconscious protecting you and the little clump of cells from the outside world. Slowly you pry his arm off of your body causing him to rise from his slumber. You take the opportunity to sit up in bed as he groggily utters a " Good morning baby."

Danny wakes too, greeting you with," Good morning loves." As he leans down to kiss your lips before reaching over your lap to brush his lips with Josh's.

" Did you have a nice time last night?" Danny asks alert and ready to go without a drop of caffeine in his system.

You grasp his large hand in your own before opening your mouth ready to start telling him the news, when you hear the basement door open.

"Knock knock! Are you guys decent?" Karen asks slowly descending down the steps.

The three of you reply yes in unison.

She peeks her head around the banister and tells you that we need to get ready because breakfast is almost done. Once she goes back upstairs you all put on comfy clothes ready to eat some homemade cooking. Danny reaches his hand out to open the door when you speak up," Danny, I have a surprise for you after we're done with breakfast. Maybe we can all head out to the porch?"

He throws a crooked smile your way," Ooh a surprise? Sure babe. Can't wait."

The three of you work your way into the kitchen and you're incredibly impressed with the spread of food on the table that Josh's mom has prepared. There's pancakes and eggs, sausage links and fresh cut fruit. It looks like something out of a movie.

" Karen, I can't believe you made all of this for us. Especially since you're cooking Thanksgiving dinner tonight too. Thank you so much." You tell her genuinely, taking a seat down at the kitchen table.

"Oh it was no problem, I made Jake help so I didn't do all of it myself." She said with a wink.

" Well, seriously, thank you."

Nerves invaded your stomach as you picked at the food on your plate. You were thrumming with excitement as you continued to picture the little family you had unexpectedly made. How there would be so much love in your house, how happy Josh's parents would be, and you were sure Danny's would be ecstatic as well to have a grandchild.

Once you saw that they had stopped munching you decided to gather the plates and put them in the sink as Josh's father Kelly told you that guests don't wash dishes.

You placed your hands on Danny's shoulders and leaned your face down next to his ear," Are you ready for the surprise?"

"Yeah! Let's go." Danny led the way to the porch grabbing your jackets on the way out.

Zipping up his coat he asks," Josh, do you know what it is?"

" I do." He said pulling the sleeves down over his fingertips.

You motioned for him to sit on the wicker chair, Danny clasped his hands in front of his body and smiled up at you eagerly.

You let out a shaky breath, wringing your fingers together trying to settle your shaking hands,"Okay, Danny. Baby. While you were out last night with your sister I uh." Your voice faltered and you looked down at your hands," I discovered that I'm pregnant."

You looked up from your palms and at Daniel's face. You were met with furrowed brows instead of the warmth and joy you were expecting.

"What?" He rises from the chair," What do you mean you're pregnant? Is this a joke?"

' I - It's not a joke Danny. I have the positive test in my suitcase if you need to see it."

" How did you let this happen? This is your fault. What the fuck!" Danny spits.

"I-" the trembling in your hands increases tenfold.

Josh quickly comes to stand between you and Daniel," Excuse me?! Her fault? Are you fucking kidding me? You can't be serious Daniel. We haven't been careful and you know it."

" Of course it's her fault, she's the one taking the birth control pills. She probably missed one or something!"

Josh clenches his jaw hard," No, no. You're not getting out of taking responsibility for this. You accepted the risks and consequences as soon as you stuck your dick in her! Jesus Christ,I can't believe we're having this discussion. We thought you would be as happy as I was Daniel!" Josh's voice is rising in volume.

Danny tangles his fingers in his hair, pushing back from his face, he lets out a breath of air from his lungs," I can't do this right now, I've gotta go." And he quickly descends down the porch steps.

Josh calls after him, following him into the yard," Danny! Danny just wait. Daniel, hold on!"

You hear the front door open and Jake asks," What's happening? I heard Josh yelling."

You turn to look at him with tears threatening to spill over at any second.

Jake quickly pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms tightly around you," Babe, what happened? Talk to me."

You hear the rental truck start and peel out of the driveway, the sound telling you that Danny is in fact leaving.

The tears start flowing as you hiccup your words into Jake's chest," I - I found out that I- I'm pregnant. Josh is so happy, and- and Danny, well he reacted like that."

"Oh honey." He gently rubs your back.

Jake's genuine niceness and care for his twins partner makes you cry harder.

You hear Josh's footsteps creak up the wooden porch steps," I really thought he would have been happy." You can hear the hurt in his voice.

You try to calm down the best you can and you look Jake in the eyes, hoping he has an answer, " How do I know he's going to come back?"

" You don't, but we can hope he does."

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You spend the rest of the afternoon sandwiched on the couch in between the twins watching holiday movies. Karen wouldn't let you help her prepare the meal, so you laid around with them. Both boys kept your mug full of hot tea, Josh was careful to only give you the ones that were caffeine free as he read online that too much caffeine isn't good while pregnant.

You snaked your hand into Josh's and squeezed it," I love you."

"I love you too, you know I am still really excited right?"

"I do."

Jake places his hand on your knee and gives a gentle squeeze in reassurance.

Josh's mom comes over to the couch, her apron covered in various ingredients from slaving away over the meal she was making for her family.

" Honey, when's Daniel coming back? Dinner will be ready in an hour, we decided to do Thanksgiving dinner today so he could come here and you guys could go to Lori's tomorrow for their dinner. Us moms had it all planned out."

You clench your jaw at the mention of his name, not ready to spill your tears and your drama over the holiday cheer.

"Um I'm not-" the doorbell rings interrupting Josh's reply.

"Hold on baby." She extends her pointer finger out signaling him to wait while she checks the front door.

You hear the door open up and his mom greets whoever was there, and then you hear his voice," Sorry I was gone so long, I couldn't find this anywhere!"

Danny was back.

"Oh a pumpkin pie, perfect! Thank you sweetie."

Danny wanders over to where you are sitting on the couch," Hey. Um. Can we go talk downstairs?" His eyes pleading with you both.

Wordlessly you get up from the couch, knocking into his shoulder with yours as you make your way down to the basement. As soon as his feet hit the landing apologies are spewing from his mouth.

" I'm so, so, fucking sorry. I totally freaked out. I'm embarrassed with how I reacted, I'm sorry I blamed you. You're not to blame Y/N, it's as much mine and Josh's doing as yours. I understand it wasn't on purpose." He turns to Josh, " I'm sorry I reacted so poorly. I'm sorry I wasn't as excited as you were. I'm sorry that I let you down and hurt your feelings as much as hers."

Tears start streaming down both Josh and your cheeks, " We were so excited Daniel. We were fully prepared to love this unconventional family, and be surrounded by love. And the way you acted comparatively makes me wish I knew it was Josh's baby."

Danny's face screws up in hurt," I can't believe you just said that to me Y/N. That fuckin hurts." He points to the center of his chest.

"How do you think she felt when you told her you can't do this,and you got in the car and left. I ran after you, begging you to not go, and you did. Jake was basically supporting her whole weight as she cried into his chest while you ran away." Josh says pointedly.

"I can't take it back. And I feel like shit about it. I feel like scum. But I did think about it, and I came back to you."

You sniffled,"Okay?!"

" I talked about it with my sister, and she pretty much yelled at me the way you guys are. And I deserve it. She made me really sit and think about it, about the future, about our end game, because I love the both of you so much. I think eventually our future would have babies in it, and maybe a dog or something. The three of us and the manifestations of our love. I just didn't realize that maybe the next chapter of our story happens so soon. But I want it. I want you, Y/N …Josh, and the little baby we made." Daniel explains.

You nodded at him and agreed, the love you have for him is strong,but you can't help feeling the sting from this morning. He tarnished the memory, which should have been happy, something to revisit in your mind. But now it won't be.

"Are we okay?" Danny asks.

" Yeah, we're okay, right Josh?"

"Yeah"

Danny scoops the both of you in his arms, and covers you with needy kisses.

" I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have this." He croaks, tears finally falling.

You give him a soft smile." I think that we should head upstairs, dinner should be just about ready."

You walk back into the kitchen to be met with an even more extravagant spread of food than what was presented earlier. Turkey and every side dish imaginable was laid out on the countertops.

You looked at Josh, mouth agape," Is it like this every year?"

He grins, tooth gap on full display," It is! I'm pretty sure cooking is her love language."

" This is incredible," you call to his mom and thank her yet again.

"Y/N honey, you really don't have to thank me every time! I love to do it. Okay, everyone grab a plate!"

Everyone started heaping food onto their plates, and Jake caught up to you at the roast potatoes. He softly asked," Everything okay?"

"Yeah I think it will be." You replied, scooping a helping onto his plate and yours.

You sat in between your loves at the family table, eating and conversing, having a wonderful time at the Kiszka house. As the evening went on you couldn't help but battle the internal feeling of wanting to build an invisible wall between you and Danny. Your instincts tell you to lean into Josh and his unwavering love, but you know that wouldn't be fair. Danny deserves a chance.

After dinner and the pie that Daniel brought, everyone retired to the living room, and you were treated to Christmas carols Greta Van Fleet style. You loved seeing them play in such an intimate setting, lounging around in comfy clothes scattered on the floor and surrounding couches. All of them taking turns singing and switching instruments, you really started to feel the holiday magic. You realized your life was being weaved tightly into theirs. You once again let your imagination run wild and you thought about what next Thanksgiving could look like. Josh's parents cooing over their grandson, Uncle Jake and Uncle Sam holding their niece, showing her the Christmas tree lights that were already up. Your heart felt so full. You thought about your son having Danny's sharp jawline, or your daughter having an identical gap in her front teeth, just like Josh. You knew for sure your baby would have either man's deep brown eyes.

After a bit you found your eyes getting heavy.

" Getting sleepy babe?" Danny asked, running his hand down the length of your blanket covered leg.

"Actually I am. Had a long day."

Him knowing about the emotional rollercoaster you've had," Let's head to bed then huh. Are you coming with us Joshy?"

Josh put the guitar he was messing with back in the case," Yeah I'm pretty beat. Night all."

A chorus of good nites came from the remaining of the Kiszka clan.

The three of you descended the basement stairs to go to bed for the final time this trip.

You snuggled up under the comforter in the uncomfortable mattress with your arms out making grabby hands at your lovers. Josh slid into bed on your right and Danny on your left. Josh kissed your cheek and almost instinctively slid his hand down to your lower stomach resting it over your womb.

"Can I?" Danny asked, motioning to your stomach.

You smiled and nodded as Josh intertwined their fingers and rested them on your tummy once again. Danny tested his chin against your shoulder and murmured," I'm really so sorry. I want to be a good Dad."

You felt your heart squeeze in your chest at his confession.

"You will be Danny " Josh said with his head propped up in his hand.

" We have a lot to live up to. Our dads are the best. I mean we wouldn't have gone anywhere without their support. We'd still be playing in shitty bars."

Josh lets out a chuckle and unlaces his fingers from Danny's, and he runs his fingertips across your skin. Goosebumps form under his touch, he traces his fingers up and underneath your breasts that are hidden underneath your oversized t-shirt.

" Feels nice."

" I know…. I can't wait to see your breasts heavy and your stomach swollen."

You inhaled shakily.

Danny speaks up, his voice low," He's right babydoll. You're going to look so fuckin sexy." He leans over and traps you under his upper body, his face hovering right above yours," Everyone's going to know that you belong to us."

Josh growls in your ear," Little girl always begging us to fill her up. Cum inside that pretty pussy. So much so that we knocked her up. Such a slut for it."

You let out a pathetic whine, you felt like you were prey under a predator's gaze.

"Keep talking." You breathed. You could feel your body becoming more and more turned on. Your nipples were hardening and the slick between your legs was becoming noticeable.

Danny pulled your shirt off and flicked your nipple with his tongue," I can't wait to see your tits big and round and leaking milk."

Josh slid his hand between your legs, cupping your heat. Shamelessly you grinded up into his hand searching for friction.

" You know sweetie, I never realized how breedable you are."

Your eyes roll back in your head and your hips buck into his hand. They were scratching an itch in your brain that you didn't even realize needed to be scratched.

Danny leaned down and nipped at your neck, surely leaving little marks,"Ooh, she liked that Josh."

Josh chuckles darkly," Yeah? I'm sure you did. Babydoll likes knowing that I'd pump her full and knock her up again and again because she looks like a fertility goddess."

"I need it."

"What do you need, pretty girl. Need our cocks?" Danny said, grinding his hard length against your stomach.

"Please"

You were a whiny mess and they hadn't even properly touched you yet.

"I think I should spoil your pretty pussy first. Lick up your sweetness."

Danny made his way down your body leaving burning hot kisses on your skin. Once he situated himself above your core he wrapped his lips around your clit, holding her safely in his mouth. He lapped up your juice like he was dying of thirst. His tongue licking and swirling and making a mess of you.

" Fuck honey, your dripping off of my chin."

A single drop of arousal dripped from the tip of his chin back down to your folds.

Danny dove back in groaning as he made contact with your sopping wetness. Josh grabbed onto Danny's locks and yanked his head up and began licking his mouth and chin, eager to taste you on his lips. Danny rose to his knees and turned his body towards Josh's, needing to make contact with his lover's body. They pressed their chests together as their hands wandered, lips locked together.

"I love you, God let's demolish her." Danny panted in between needy kisses as he grinded his length against Josh's.

"I know you want to, but remember she's a little fragile now. Gotta be nice to her." Josh pushed his hips against Danny's sliding his aching cock against Danny's while anchoring himself to him by his palm on his cheek.

"I'll be nice to her, I promise. Be a good boy." He whispered while nuzzling into Josh's palm.

"Go spoil her baby."

Danny came to rest in between your legs and Josh sat near your head. He leaned down to kiss your forehead as he grabbed his leaking cock in his hand loosely pumping it.

Danny grabbed his own cock and ran the head through your folds gathering your wetness. You spread your legs wider for him to entice him to nudge into your entrance. You were desperate to feel full of him. You whined and pouted as he circled his tip around your entrance, teasing you.

"What? Do you want it?" Danny pressed himself against you, dipping just the tip inside.

" Does my babydoll want Daddy's cock to stretch her out and fill her up?" He pushed in a little bit further before pulling out yet again.

"For fucks sake Danny just fuck me!"

"Sssshhshhshhh, can't be too loud." Josh reprimanded you. His hand working himself with a bit more purpose. Danny took the opportunity to slide himself deep within you, making you groan. Loudly.

"Looks like I've gotta shut you up." Josh rose to his knees and tapped the sticky head of his cock on your lips signaling you to open your mouth for him. He immediately started fucking your mouth unable to hold himself back anymore. You started moaning when Danny angled himself in such a way that had him grinding against your clit with every thrust. He was pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

"Fuck your close, I can feel it. Your pussy keeps clenching around me." Danny mutters through clenched teeth.

You wailed around Josh's cock as you soaked Danny's. Pleasure coming in waves over you.

"Fuck, I'm cumming. I'm gonna fuck it in deep." Danny said into the crook of your neck and he gave you a few last powerful thrusts before feeling his hot cum spurt inside you.

Josh pulled himself from your mouth," Do you think you can take me too sweetie? Not too tired right?"

" No, not too tired, I need all of your love."

"Come ride me then, I want to watch your tits bounce."

You climbed into Josh's lap, gravity making Danny's cum drip from your entrance while you got into position to sit on Josh's cock. Slowly you lowered yourself down until you were fully seated and he was twitching against your cervix. Josh cups his hands around your breasts, thumbing your nipples. You clench around him at the sensation making him curse.

"I'm not gonna last long." He whimpers, leaning his head back exposing his neck. Gently you start bouncing in his lap, grinding his cock deep inside you against the spots that make you see stars. After a little you feel a stronger full body orgasm take hold of you, your body shaking and writhing in Josh's lap. Your brain buzzes as your body tingles. Josh grasps onto your hips hard and starts thrusting up wildly into your oversensitive cunt. He whines as you feel his hot load flood into your already full cunt. His cum oozing out of where you two are connected with nowhere else for it to go.

Gingerly you get off of him and lay down next to him. You watch Danny give Josh a quick peck on the lips before he licks the cum off of Josh's spent cock. Josh's jaw hangs slack as he watches, if he could get hard he would.

"Fuck, that's hot."

"We all taste so good together." He quickly slides Josh's half hard member into his mouth slurping it clean.

" Let me clean you up too." Danny says crawling in between your legs.

"Wait! Leave her full and messy."

Danny nods and lays down in between you and Josh. Groggily you play with his curls, you feel whole. You were excited for the journey ahead, you knew you were in the most capable hands. Both men are so full of love, they just need to shower you in it. The baby in your belly is going to be born into the most beautiful amazing life full of music and art and most of all love. You run your fingers across both of their chests capturing their attention.

"I love you, doesn't even begin to express how I feel for you, the both of you. I'm so fucking lucky."

Fin.

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