#its that the joke was made in the first place

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⚠ CONTENT WARNING — smut. Pure smut. (And some fluff?) p in v, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy!); fingering, oral (fem receiving), Max Verstappen is a mean asshole in the paddock but a softie out of it (mostly); praise, lots of praise, mentions of alcohol and drinking; badly translated Dutch (sorryyy); reader is AFAB fem identifying. MDNI 18+.

Author's note: Sometimes Max Verstappen does things to me I cannot describe. The idea came to me and I just started writing. Also the reader is part of Scuderia Ferrari because, eheh, forza Ferrari. (Gonna write Leclerc stuff as well soon, watch me.)

All it takes is a win — Max Verstappen (Formula 1) x Scuderia Ferrari!(fem)Reader (SMUT)

Being a Formula 1 driver was anything but easy.

Sure, you had your moments when you'd spend time with the grid filming funny videos for the fans and doing weird challenges — but, once you had to get serious, the workouts and practice snapped you back to reality.

You were now part of Scuderia Ferrari — it's been a few months since you joined, and your teammates, Charles and Carlos, weren't all that bad, cracking jokes and pulling pranks on another like some high schoolers. You felt like home with them, laughing 'til morning when you'd celebrate each Grand Prix, getting drunk and all.

Your biggest issue was, however, your boyfriend.

Relationships in the grid were mostly kept a secret — you didn't need the news to holler with spicy details of the well-known Formula 1 drivers, so much for the reporters keeping an eye on all of you 24/7. If there was anything going on, it stayed within the paddock.

So, apart from Charles and Carlos, who found out against their will, nobody knew you were dating Max Verstappen. The world champion. The best of the best, or whatever made his ego inflate.

One issue you had about your boyfriend was that he'd be too cruel and unforgiving during race week. He didn't mean no harm, but it did hurt when he always expected you to do better, as he was personally involved in your training as a driver. It's like he wasn't pleased with you at all, and, Hell, even Charles told him to take it easy.

"Hey, no," the Monégasque spoke out when Max was halfway through one of his tirades again, "let Y/N be. She's learning throughout." His arms crossed, staring the Dutch down, in spite of his usual relaxed expression.

Carlos joined in, getting a bit concerned about the situation. "You can't be ordering her around like this. Trust me, we all learned in our own ways." This only earned a frustrated huff from Max, walking away from the scene as if nothing had happened in the first place — and you swore you could feel your heart beat through your Nomex underwear and Ferrari race suit.

—

You didn't even register when half of the season went by you — and, soon enough, you were ready to participate in the Austrian Grand Prix.

The race went smoother than expected — you were fully focused, your signature red Ferrari car driving past the others, smoothly operating (ha) the machine as if it was made for you.

The realization dawned onto you as the race ended and you completed your last lap, noticing only two cars past the finish line — the Red Bull cars, which were Max and Checo's.

You came third place.

Exiting the car as soon as you thought of it, you looked around, taking your helmet and balaclava off and feeling the fresh air on your sweaty face, hearing the overjoyed crowd around you.

You didn't even see when Max came and embraced you with all of his might, only noticing the joy in his eyes through his helmet. Checo followed suit, giving you a friendly embrace and congratulating you, to which you replied with the same approach.

You heard the announcer beam through the speakers, feeling pure happiness course through your veins. "And L/N comes third place on the grid, Ferrari makes its way on the podium by the end of the Austrian Grand Prix..."

This is worth celebrating, right?, the small voice in your head asked itself, unsure whether your boyfriend's reaction from earlier was genuine or not.

—

You've long changed out of your race suit and into your usual clothing, waiting in the hotel room for the hours to pass so you'd attend tonight's party; you shook hands and embraced way more people than you probably thought existed in the perimeter of the circuit and the paddock, eventually coming in your hotel room soaked from the habitual champagne bath on the podium — you were sticky, but happy.

After taking a shower, you got to this point, scrolling on your phone and reading the news pages about the race from earlier, smiling to yourself. You couldn't help but sulk when you noticed Max on each photo on-line, wondering if he was truly proud of you, if this even mattered to him.

Then, as if Max read your mind, he texted you, your phone buzzing in your hand.

'Where are you?'

You answered back, your digits tapping away on the screen.

'In my hotel room, why?'

On the other side of the phone, Max was still in the paddock, slightly frowning at your change in mood — you were on the podium, you came third place! Was there something wrong? Did you want to do better?

'Why did you leave all of a sudden?'

You reply immediately, 'The party's only later tonight. There's no point hanging around until then. I'm getting rest.' You knew you were lying — you didn't feel that tired, being used to the schedule and all. You just didn't want to endure another of Max's scoldings.

As if he read through your excuses, he types, 'Ok, I'm coming over.' You sighed at Max's response — sometimes, even outside the circuit, he was way too stubborn.

—

The door to your hotel room opened, as you didn't bother locking it; in comes Max, having, too, stripped of his race suit in exchange for more comfortable clothes, wearing a T-shirt and jeans. His blue eyes don't roam around the room — they look directly at you, in your direction. "What happened?" He asked, still seemingly puzzled by your change in behaviour.

The man sits on your bed, next to you, waiting for an answer; he still didn't bother leaving his race mannerisms where they belonged, still being oh so demanding. You don't bother responding; that is, until his hand finds your jaw and cups it so you can face his direction.

"Speak to me." He speaks out, tone still demanding, and you sigh, giving in to the man who was, although an ass sometimes, your boyfriend. Yours.

"Are you proud of me?" Your voice came out as meek, already expecting the worst answer; you can see Max's eyes slightly widen, taking in the information he needed from that question.

"So that's what it was?" Max spoke no higher than a whisper, his gaze softening. "Do you seriously think I'm not proud of you, schat?¹" And, as you shook your head, he realizes just what you're talking about, your reaction and the way you didn't dare face him.

"No, no, Y/N.." He moves onto the bed so he can hold you, shifting the two of you so your face buried in his chest, strong arms enveloping you in a warm embrace. "No, it's not like that. I am proud of you. I'm proud of every single thing you do, lieverd.²" Your lack of response concerns Max further, and he removes you from his warm embrace, looking into your eyes. "Please believe me."

You couldn't. You speak out, "Then why are you so cruel to me? Why do you keep bossing over everything I do?" His breathing stops for a moment, now knowing your perspective. "No, I don't mean it like that.. I am trying to help, I know how demanding Ferrari can be." His lips come in contact with your cheek, peppering small kisses on your face. "Schat, no— I just want to help, please— 'm sorry."

You feel yourself melt in Max's embrace; however, you couldn't shake any of the things that have happened before. "You're too cruel." You repeat, voice softening until it can't be heard anymore. "I know, I know", the Dutch speaks, palpable regret in his voice. "'m sorry, liefde.³ I'll do better," his words started sounding reassuring, "promise."

"Y/N— I'm especially proud of you for today. You came third place, and this was a tougher race. You did it, I'm so proud, I promise you", the man spoke between kisses, now placed on your jaw and lips. "Promise, I promise."

You went forward to taste his lips more — sweet, soft and a slight tang of victory champagne — and your eyes fluttered shut, Max's hands moving from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you in closer, even closer than imaginable; he sighed in relief, although you might be, a bit, still mad at him for not showing enough support this season.

"Come on," the blonde pulled away, a string of saliva still connecting your lips with his, "let me show you. Let- please, let me show you how proud I am, schat. Please." He looked at you with soft eyes and a slightly parted mouth, slight blush on his cheeks as he fiddled with the waistband of your sweatpants. "Promise, I promise I'm proud. So proud, liefde, I promise you."

You were sure Max didn't drink apart from a few sips of champagne, and you didn't even partake in the celebration other than bathing with the alcohol instead of ingesting it. The decision prompted you to give Max a nod, and he complies, your lips meeting once more, with more hunger, as his hands shimmied your sweatpants down to expose your underwear. He followed suit, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, tugging them down just enough to get to his boxers, hardening member confined under the cotton material.

His kisses trailed on your jaw and neck, lips sucking on the soft flesh enough to make your breath hitch, and he hummed in response, tongue sliding over the soon-forming hickeys to compensate. "So sweet, schat", he spoke against the skin of your neck, making you shiver in his hold, his lips moving further down on your collarbone before nearly yanking the shirt off your body, relishing in the fact that you weren't wearing a bra.

"Your body is so pretty", he sighs out, lazy smile on his face as he seemed like he was talking to himself, making a mental note of how pretty you thought you were. "And so ready for me", he now hummed against your sensitive, hardened nipple as he wrapped his lips around it, giving it a nice, gentle suck; Max loved hearing you whimper like that, a sign that he was doing everything right.

When your hand reached for his cock, palming it through his underwear, Max stopped, his breath hitching in his throat before looking at you, aroused and slightly glad you were considering his pleasure as well; however, now was not the time. "Y/N, it's my turn to make you feel good", he gently told you, taking your hand off his shaft, which you were sure throbbed under your very touch. "We'll.. we'll do me later, yeah? I want to make you feel good." He continues pressing soft kisses on your body, enjoying how you shuddered merely from his lips, and how your hands went in his hair to give it a gentle tug.

Max's hair smelled like shampoo, soft and silky under your touch, as you had two handfuls of the blonde locks in your very hands. He hums in response, nearly bewildered internally at the fact that so little did so much to you, and made sure he'll make you do more than just tug on the strands.

When he got low enough, Max switched positions with you, his large hands setting you on the bed just where he was sitting moments ago — he got on his stomach, pressing his lips against the material of your underwear. The teasing came to a halt when he tugged it down completely, discarding it somewhere, and the sight alone made Max grow harder, his aching cock pressed against the mattress, and he tasked himself just how he'd managed to be together with someone so beautiful. If perfect wasn't the right word to describe a human being, he coined that term just for you, and you only, ever since he laid eyes on you.

"So wet, schat", Max exhaled on your clit, and you sighed out, the hot air from his mouth blowing right against your sensitive spot. Prying your legs open further and holding onto your thighs, Max dove deeper up against your clit, licking long strands with the flat of his tongue and alternating with the tip, then moving upwards to your nub, giving it a gentle suck. He wasn't surprised when you moaned out loud, but rather entranced — one of his hands left your thigh and got to rubbing the bundle of nerves as he lapped hungrily at your clit. "You taste so good, Y/N. So good for me, letting me make you feel this good", he groaned out, getting pleasure just from eating you out, feeling his underwear stain with drips of precum. "Fuck— so sweet, so fucking good f'me, so perfect, Y/N" — if words didn't make you feel anything, now they did, because Max's tone of voice was nearly desperate; not to get himself off, but to make you come on his tongue and face.

Out of instinct, your hips thrusted forward, something you've never done — Max's words have never had this much of an effect on you, not that they didn't — and his eyes widened in silent amazement, looking up at you with a slight chuckle. "Feels good, hm?" He gives you a teasing lick up your clit, looking right in your eyes as he did so, enjoying how flushed your face was and how your eyes closed as soon as his tongue made contact with the sensitive area. "Mhmm.. Max, please, I want to come," you pleaded, and he complied.

"Anything for my champion. Anything f'you, schatje⁴", Max moaned against your clit, moving down as his tongue penetrated your cunt, feeling how wet you were and how much more wet you can get, the warmth of your insides sending delicious sparks right down to his cock. "Y/N, so fucking good..." He hushed against your entrance, tongue then going in and out at a faster pace while his digits were working on your nub, thumb rubbing in circles until you couldn't take it anymore, screaming out his name and coming on his mouth and tongue.

The Dutch hummed in appreciation of his own skills, then looking up at your fucked out expression with a teasing look, placing one last kiss on your puffy clit despite your whimpers, still oversensitive. When he kissed you, his tongue sliding in your mouth to massage yours, you could feel your taste on his buds, and it made you ache yet more, legs closing in to squeeze your thighs from the overall sensation. Max noticed — he hummed against you, fingers going down to your pussy and then right inside of you, coating them with slick as they pumped in and out.

You broke the kiss through erratic whimpers, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations, but you had to admit that Max's fingers, now curling against your G-spot, felt better than his tongue, reaching so much further inside you — he breathily whispered in your ear, his other hand toying with your nipple, "You like it, hm? Vind je het leuk hoe ik je neuk, schat?⁵", and you let out an almost audible 'yes', hearing him chuckle to himself. "C'mon, Y/N, take it like a champ, huh? Like the champion you are. So pretty, my pretty Y/N."

Before you know it, you came a second time around his fingers, and the Dutch fucked you through another of your orgasms, then taking his fingers out of your hole to lick them clean almost obscenely, making a slight 'mmf' sound when his taste buds made contact with your juices.

"Think you can take me now?" Giving him a nod, he continues, "You deserve me, you deserve my whole cock, huh, liefde?", Max lowly spoke, his voice getting breathier as he takes off his underwear; his cock, aching and as hard as it could get, was leaking small drips of pre-cum, and he sighed at the feeling of not having his obvious arousal confined any longer.

"'m so hard for you, Y/N." He aligned himself to your cunt, taking your legs and placing them on his shoulders. "God, so good, so perfect — all mine, my champion, yeah?" You nod, but that wasn't enough; Max took his cock in his hand again, slapping your clit with it and earning a muffled whine from you. "Say it. Come on, schat." He encourages you.

"I'm... I'm all yours, Max- your champion, I'm your champion", you made the effort to sound self-reassuring, to which Max kissed your forehead, responding with a soothing pitch in his voice.

"You are, Y/N. I'm so proud of you. For everything you have done and for everything that you are, I'm proud of you, yeah?" He peppered you with kisses, slowly entering inside you, and you gasp — getting used to Max was a repetitive mannerism, as he'd stretch you out oh so nicely around his cock. You felt it throb as Max's balls hit right under your cunt, and he kept gasping and whispering in your ear about how much he loves you — and you loved him, too.

As soon as you adjusted to his size, Max started moving his hips, pulling out just enough to leave the tip inside you then slam back inside — no, the domineering, rough side of him didn't remain in the paddock as intended. Soon enough, the bed creaked with both of your bodies' movements alone — the wooden headboard of the hotel bed hitting the wall whenever the Dutch would thrust inside of you, deeper, faster.

"There we go", Max spoke in your ear, sending shivers down your spine, his voice having dropped to a mere, husky whisper — "Vind je dit leuk, mijn liefste?⁶" His hands found your legs, squeezing the fat of your thighs as he kept fucking you, so sweetly but roughly, making sure you'd feel today's win for days after this.

You let out a shaky moan at the mixture of feelings — anger from earlier, dissipating in the overwhelming pleasure and sensitivity, as Max had fucked you raw through the build-up of another orgasm. Looking up at him, his entranced expression, how he looked so ready to let loose and fill you up with his cum, was so arousing, and you couldn't help but reach your hands to cup his jaw, fingers running around the stubble on his face; he gives you a satisfied, self-confident smile, mouth parting exactly when his head falls down, letting out moans of his own.

"Hell, schat, gonna come so deep inside you. Yeah? So proud of you, s'fucking proud, you deserve my cum, all of it, Y/N", Max gasped out, trying to maintain his composure just enough to praise you through it all, to make you feel self-reassured and proud of yourself. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he let out a guttural moan as he pumped hot, sticky cum inside of you, filling you up — you felt yourself come around his cock, squeezing him of what it's worth, milking him until he couldn't come anymore.

His body fell on top of yours — he still had his tee on, and you were bare naked under him, both sweaty and still recovering from each other's highs. "Ik houd van jou⁷, Y/N. I'm proud of you, yeah?" You heard Max, although muffled from his face being buried in the pillow, right next to your head, and you smiled to yourself, one of his hands finding your hair to caress it, and your hands rubbing on his back gently.

"I love you, too, Max." Indeed, your win was worth celebrating.

TRANSLATED DUTCH WORDS/PHRASES

1 — schat = dear/darling, also translates as 'treasure'

2 — lieverd = also darling, word expressing endearment

3 — liefde = love

4 — schatje = baby

5 — "Do you like how I fuck you, dear?"

6 — "Do you like this, my dear?"

7 — "I love you."

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Panic

Series Title : Younger Sister

Summary : Carlos is out ill and while Lando worries about him Ollie appears at your hotel room stressing because he now has to race

Pairing/s : Oliver Bearman x Norris!Reader

Word Count : 2.1k

Masterlist Series Masterlist Oliver Bearman Masterlist Lando Norris Masterlist

Previous

It had been a couple of months since the British Grand Prix, and it was now the Hungry Grand Prix. Staying in a hotel room with Lando had become normal, and you stopped bothering about it because, actually, it was nice. Having someone to talk to at all times but also knew that quiet was a good thing. Not only that, but both you and Lando had the same energy levels, which meant there was always something chaotic going on in that room. 

Lando had left a little early so that he could go to the gym before coming back to get you before finally going to the paddock so you were sat scrolling on social media waiting for Lando to get back when there was a knock on the door making you wander over to it as whoever was waiting on the other side kept knocking. Looking through the peephole, Ollie was standing on the other side, so obviously, you opened the door 

“Ollie are you okay?” You asked, looking him up and down for any visible injuries as he walked past you into the hotel room, obviously finding it extremely hard to stay still 

“My parents' flight is delayed. I flew out with Ferrari cause I can but it’s delayed and I’m racing and there’s no one in the garage for me and I don’t know what to do cause its my first ever F1 race and I’ve only ever done practice and help” He rushed out and you looked at him taking everything in that he’d previously just flew at you

“Y/N say something” He whispered, rubbing his face as he paced the room 

“Your parent’s flights are delayed, well that’s okay cause they’ll be here. Flights get delayed all the time. You race all the time without your parents there you qualified on pole yesterday” You rubbed his arm, looking up at him. Why did he have to be so tall? It made comforting him so much harder. 

“Yeah but that’s F2 Y/N. This is F1” He whispered, and you looked up at him 

“Wait what? You’re racing in Formula One?” You exclaimed, taking a step back as he nodded “Okay well today's practice and quali. Wait who’s out?” You asked, confused 

“Carlos. Something about his appendix. He hadn’t been well all week” He explained, and you nodded

“I’ve never raced in his car, and I’ve never raced with his wheel, and I don’t know what to do Y/N” He whispered, and you wrapped your arms around him 

“Well lucky for you, my brother just so happens to be a Formula One driver on the weekends” you joked, and he laughed. You smiled up at him.

“I’ll come stand in the Ferrari garage, Ollie. Please don’t worry about it. The more you worry about it, the more you stress, which leads to bad racing and crashes. Ollie, they have so many drivers they could have put you in that seat, but they picked you, which means they trust you, so you need to enjoy the fact that you’re racing in Formula One!” You smiled, and he nodded 

“I’m racing in Formula One” He mumbled and you smiled watching him now enjoy the fact that he’s actually racing and he’s reached his dream even if it’s not the way he wanted to. Ollie hugged you back with a smile 

“What’s going on here?” Lando’s voice came as you turned to look at him 

“Ollie’s racing in Formula One” you cheered, bouncing over to Lando, who caught you very much used to the energy you have 

“Hey, that's a great man. You’ll do great, just remember to breathe because I forgot to do that the first time” Lando chuckled, placing you back on the ground 

“I’m gonna go shower, then we can get to the paddock” Lando walked into the bathroom, and you hugged Ollie again 

“You should go get ready for the day, but if you want me there, then just give me a text, okay?” You smiled, and he nodded 

“Thank you for that. I needed someone to rationalise my thoughts” You nodded, holding his hand 

“Don’t worry about it. If you’ve not already had a shower today, then go take a nice cold one, drink a bottle of water, and remember to enjoy yourself” You smiled, and he nodded, walking over to the door. You followed behind him with a smile 

“You’re great at the calming down thing” He smiled, and you chuckled 

“I do my best” Ollie walked back to his hotel room as you sat on the bed on your phone, going back to waiting on Lando. When Lando finally walked out the bathroom dressed in his Mclaren uniform, you jumped over to him with a smile  

“You’re so happy today? What have I missed?” He asked, confused 

“Can’t I be happy?” You asked following him out of the hotel room 

“You’re normally hyper, but you seem more hyper than normal” he shrugged 

“Maybe I’m a little happy that Ollie is racing today” You shrugged 

“You like him” He teased poking you in the side

“He’s just a friend” You shrugged

“We’re the same age it’s nice to hang out with someone my own age while following you about the world” 

“Mhm whatever you say. I like him, by the way” He shrugged, pressing the button in the elevator, leaning against the bannister in the elevator as it moved 

“I’m glad you like him” You rolled your eyes, stepping out the elevator and following him out to the Mclaren car awaiting his arrival. Oscar already sat inside, waiting for you both. Getting in the car, Lando forced you to sit in the middle of them, so with a huff, you complied. 

“Y/N has a boyfriend” Lando hummed, wiggling his eyebrows 

“He’s not my boyfriend. We’re just friends” you whined, shoving him away 

“Ohh who?” Oscar asked 

“Ollie. He showed up at our room this morning” Lando hummed 

“He showed up because his parents were in England, and Ferrari just called him up” You rolled your eyes 

“Wait, who's not racing, by the way?” Lando asked 

“Carlos. Something to do with his appendix” you shrugged, and Lando instantly pulled his phone out of his pocket, panicking.

“Oh forgot about your boyfriend” You rolled his eyes, and he ignored your comment as Oscar laughed. 

Standing in the Ferrari garage felt wrong. Surrounded by red instead of papaya, but it was for Ollie, who was pacing about the place stressed before FP3. Everyone’s eyes were on him after the announcement that he was now driving. Ollie had taken to pacing three small steps slightly in front of you as he spoke to some members of the team. 

Walking over to him gently wrapping your arms around his waist as your cheek rested against his back he tensed up for a second before his hands rested on top of yours and he relaxed now standing in the one place as he spoke to the team member causing you to smile that he was no longer burning a hole in the floor. 

You missed the cameras outside as you kept your arms around Ollie’s waist, but you certainly didn’t miss your phone exploding in your pocket. Charles smiled at you as he walked past back to his driver's room. 

“Hey why don’t you go into the drivers room and relax Ollie” one of the trainers said, joining the small group as Ollie nodded, taking you to the drivers room with him. Sitting on the small beanbag, you smiled at him. 

“You didn’t have to do that” He sat next to you, and you shrugged 

“You were burning a hole in the floor, and I know that you don’t make enough to pay for that” you joked, and he chuckled. 

“Thank you, though. I’m so stressed about today” You smiled softly, turning to him 

“I’ll make a deal with you” you hummed, and he nodded 

“Okay?” He frowned 

“If you get P15 or above in Quali I’ll go on a date with you. If you get P10 or above in the actual race, then I’ll go on two” You hummed, and he turned to you 

“Can I change that deal?” He asked, and you nodded slightly 

“Depends on what you want to change it to” You hummed 

“P15 or above in Quali a date tonight. P10 or above in the race and you become my girlfriend” You quickly turned to look at him 

“What?” You asked, confused. It wasn’t that you didn’t find yourself attractive or other people didn't. It was just that you’d never had a proper boyfriend before. Just teenage boys who wanted to one up their friends in their relationships. 

“Well obviously if I get that high, then I’ll ask you properly and take you on that second date, but obviously, if you don’t want to agree to my deal, then that’s okay. I don’t want to pressure you into doing anything you don’t want to and I’d hate for you to feel uncomfortable while you’re here making me feel like I’ve been racing in Formula one forever” He blurted going off on whatever he was saying with. Gently placing a hand on the side of his face to pull him back into the drivers room, he looked at you. 

“Olls. Please take a deep breath with me. I’d love to agree to your deal. I just didn’t want you to feel like I was forcing you into anything and we all know that I’m not just with you for money or anything like that cause that’s what older brothers are for” You joked and he chuckled 

“Well I guess I’ll be taking you on a couple of dates then” He hummed, and you chuckled 

“Cocky much” you joked, and he smiled 

“I’ll see you after FP3, right?” He asked, and you nodded 

“Of course you will and after FP3. We’re going to get lunch together” You smiled, and he walked out of the drivers room after pressing a kiss to your head. Finally checking your phone just to see a billion texts. 

Before you knew it, you were watching Quali, and it was the most stressful thing you’d ever watched. Not only was your older brother racing, but Ollie was doing his first ever F1 race and Quali. Ollie’s dad had arrived at the garage just as Ollie went out for Q1, so now he was standing next to you. 

David was stressing more than Ollie was this morning. Ollie got slightly close to the wall just as the cameras turned into the Ferrari garage catching David's face as it happened although you were just as stressed except you had a lot more practice at hiding it after watching races with people from school. David, on the other hand, was new to close family members racing in formula one. 

Ollie got himself through Q1 in P9 and into Q2. David walked over to Ollie’s car to say that he was here and to just focus on the race. You could see Oliver’s eyes as he pushed the visor on his helmet up. The stress that previously showed was no longer there. He looked like a kid in a sweet shop, and you couldn’t be prouder. 

Q2 started, and David took his place standing at the back next to you. The fifteen minutes of Q2 was soon over and Ollie was unfortunately knocked out in P11 but he was a few hundredths of a second away from knocking Sir Lewis Hamilton out of qualifying that was something to be proud of. 

Racing drivers had this thing where even when they drove exceptionally well they’d still beat themselves up even if there was nothing else they could have done and you knew by the look in Oliver’s eyes he was going to do exactly that except you now had practice and a deal you could cheer him up with. 

You smiled, giving Ollie a hug as he walked over after he got out of the car. He was sweaty, but it made you happy to see the happiness on his face. Like seeing Lando doing something he loved. 

“You did so well, Olls. You almost knocked Hamilton out. If you had another flying lap, you would have!” You exclaimed, and he smiled 

“You should go along to Mclaren while I do post Quali interviews. I know Lando would love to have you there, and Max is here today isn’t he?” He asked, and you nodded 

“The whole of Quadrant is here today. Something about Hungary being a good place for a new video? I don’t know. They tried to get me in it, but I refused” You chuckled, and he smiled 

“Be ready for seven?” He asked, and you nodded 

“You know where my room is” You walked along to the Mclaren garage with a smile hugging Max as you stood in hospitality with him and the rest of Quadrant. Ria smiled at you as everyone else was far too focused on Q3 that had just started.

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Unwanted: Chapter 25, Unprotected - Pt. 4

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, medical procedures, Pocket getting called out on her shit, deep discussions, mentions of drug use and anonymous sex.

Word Count: 2.7k

Previously On...: You woke up in the hospital to some quite... surprising news.

A/N: LET THE HEALING SORT OF BEGIN! I AM READY FOR IT.

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A few hours later, you were discharged with antibiotics to stave off any potential infection and over-the counter iron tablets to help replenish all the blood you’d lost. The car ride back to the safehouse was awkward in its heavy silence, the only words spoken between you and Bucky were when you asked to stop at the local pharmacy to buy out their stock of hydrogen peroxide. You’d need to tackle those blood stains in your bedroom before they had time to fully set.

As you walked in the door to the apartment, Bucky on your heels, you took in the space as he would be seeing it for the very first time– it was an absolute mess, with clothes strewn about, fast food wrappers and empty liquor bottles littering every available surface. You watched his eyes as they raked over the mess, pausing to linger on the empty condom wrappers your last Bad Decision had left on the coffee table, next to the remnants of the coke you two had done.

“What the fuck is this?” he asked. “Did someone break in and trash the place while you were in the hospital?”

You grabbed a discarded bra from the back of an armchair, where Bad Decision #... something, had tossed it in his hurry to get at you. “Wasn’t exactly expecting company,” you grumbled defensively. 

Bucky laughed nervously. “What, so you’ve just been having random sex and getting drunk everyday?” The look he gave you was desperate, as though begging you to contradict him, to tell him it was all some sort of joke you were playing on him, but you just stood there in silence, not meeting his eyes.

“Jesus Christ, Pocket, this isn’t you,” Bucky exhaled. “None of this is who you are. What have you been doing  to yourself?”

“No,” you scoffed, “this is who you made me, Barnes. So, if you have a problem with what I’ve become, you’ve only got yourself to blame.” You opened your arms wide to encompass the entire apartment, and by extension, the evidence of your downward spiral. “Welcome to the consequences of your own actions!”

“Fuck.” Bucky ran a tired hand down his face after a moment of stunned silence. “I did do this to you, didn’t I? God, I’m so sorry, Pocket. If I could take it back, I would. I know that’s just more empty words, and you’re probably sick of hearing them, but it’s the truth. Hurting you is the biggest regret of my life.”

“Yet, you keep doing it,” you said, sighing heavily. You flopped down on the couch, exhausted and sore. The nurse had warned you there’d be residual cramping, and had insisted that regular ibuprofen would take care of it, but you’d already had six-hundred milligrams and were still aching. You wondered briefly if you had any oxy left from the club, but decided that getting high in front of Bucky was probably not the smartest move you could make right now, so you opted to deal.

Bucky walked over and made a move like he was about to sit down next to you, but something caught his eye. Bending over, he ran a finger through the white powder residue on the coffee table, bringing it to his tongue to taste.

“Shit,” he said, making a face. “Pocket, is this cocaine?!”

“What are you, McGruff the Crime Dog?” you asked sarcastically, before realizing the reference was probably completely wasted on him. He just continued to stare at you expectantly. “So what if it is?” You asked with a shrug. 

“Since when do you do coke?” Bucky asked incredulously. You really didn’t like the way he was looking at you at the moment. Like he had opened the fridge, looking for a carton of milk, but instead found a giraffe in a three-piece suit.

“Since I ran out of oxy,” you said nonchalantly. “And molly.”

A change came over Bucky’s features, and you watched them go hard, judging. “You’ve been doing all this– the drinking, the drugs, sleeping around with god knows who, while you’ve been pregnant?! What? It wasn’t enough to kill our baby, you had to try to kill yourself in the process? Do you know how absolutely fucking stupid you’re being?!” He was shouting at you now, the anger he’d been holding at bay since the hospital coming out in full force. 

You stood back up, taking in a shuddering breath. You hadn’t expected him to blow up at you so unexpectedly. “I didn’t know,” you said softly, voice trembling. “I didn’t know I was pregnant.”

“Would it have made a fucking difference?” he roared. “You already admitted you would have aborted it if you had known! Can you honestly say you wouldn’t have risked the baby’s health– your health– even if you did know?”

You didn’t have an answer to that. “I don’t know,” you whispered.

“Pocket,” the anger seemed to leave Bucky almost as quickly as it had come, “if you hadn’t gotten medical attention right when you did, you could have died. You could have bled out, gone into septic shock. This miscarriage could have fucking killed you. Do you know what that would have done to me? To Sam and Steve? Nat, Wanda, Pepper? What it would have done to fucking Tony?” You were hit with a sudden wave of guilt. In your spiral, you hadn’t considered for a moment what your actions would have meant to the people who loved you. You only cared about forgetting your own pain. 

“When you were getting dressed to come home, I asked the nurse what could have caused the miscarriage. One of the things she mentioned was heavy drug use, but I didn’t pay it any attention. I thought ‘no, not my Pocket, she’s too smart to do something so incredibly dumb; has to be something else.’ But here you are, throwing your entire life away. And for what? Some cheap thrills? And now, you’ve gone and lost a baby and you don’t even care!”

It was too much. His words were getting to be too much, and you were dangerously close to losing it. “Of course I fucking care!” you sobbed, the damn breaking and setting free a flood of tears you’d been pretending weren’t just waiting to spill. “I had our baby– ours, yours and mine– and I fucking lost it because I needed to forget how much pain I was in! How much you fucking made me hurt! It’s been almost two months and I still want to die when I think about you with her. I want to fucking die.”

Bucky’s arms were around you as you collapsed into him, gasping for air between choking sobs. “I close my eyes, and it’s all I can see,” you wailed. “I’ve fucked so many men trying to forget about you, to feel anything besides despair, but all they do is remind me of what I’m missing, what I lost. All the drinking, the drugs, all the sex– I just wanted to forget, to have a few minutes where I could pretend my life wasn’t ruined, that the best thing I ever had hadn’t been stolen away from me!”

Bucky held you tighter, rubbing soothing patterns into your back in an attempt to calm you. “And I just keep losing,” you cried. “I lost you, I lost our baby, I lost Chloe.”

If Bucky wondered who Chloe was, he knew it wasn’t the right time to ask. “Hey,” he said, tilting your chin up so you were looking at him and wiping the tears from your cheeks, “you haven’t lost me. I’m still right here. I know I fucked up. I don’t expect you to forgive me; I don’t deserve it, but I’m always going to be here, no matter what. And, okay, you lost this baby. But that doesn’t mean you won’t have a chance for another.”

“I don’t want someone else’s baby,” you told him, wiping at the tears that just wouldn’t stop coming, and choosing to completely ignore the fact that you’d lost him in every way that actually mattered. “This was the only chance for our baby, and I destroyed it! It’s the universe’s way of telling me I’m not supposed to be a mother.”

“Why the fuck would you think that?” Bucky asked accusingly. “What makes you think you wouldn’t be an amazing mom?”

You let out a hard laugh through your tears. “What the fuck do I know about being a mother?” you asked him bitterly. “It’s not like I had a shining example of one growing up. All I know how to do is push people away. To make them not love me.” That was the sick truth, your exhausted brain and broken heart were telling you in the moment: your biological father, your mother, Bucky. All of them had turned from you, had pulled their love at the first opportunity. A logical part of your brain would have known this wasn’t the case, and that you had so many more people who did love you, but you weren’t running on logic right now.

“Stop,” Bucky begged, voice cracking. “That’s not true. Sweetheart, that’s not true. You are so damn easy to love, I fell for you immediately. I know you don’t believe it, but I never stopped loving you. I’m never gonna stop loving you.”

“Then why, Bucky?” you cried, clinging to him, desperate for an answer that made sense. “Why did you do this to me?”

Bucky pulled you down onto the couch with him, cradling you in his lap. He gently rocked you back and forth. “Because I’m broken, sweets. I’m broken, and I’m stupid, and I let my anger get the best of me. I was so convinced that you were too good for me, that I didn’t deserve you, that I sabotaged us to prove myself right. But none of that is worth seeing you like this. None of that was worth putting you through all the hurt I did. And I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. Nothing I say can undo it. Nothing I do is gonna change what happened, fix the damage I did to you. All I can do is show you that it’s never gonna happen again, whether or not you ever end up forgivin’ me. There’s never gonna be another girl for me, and if you never want me again, that’s okay; I’ll understand. I deserve it and I’ll learn to live with it, but it’s not gonna change how I feel. You’ll be the last girl I’ll ever make love to, even if you decide you never wanna give me another chance.”

You weren’t sure what to say to that. Simply because you weren’t sure if you’d ever be able to give him another chance. But that reminded you– there was something you wanted to address with him.

“I’m sorry,” you told him softly. 

Bucky narrowed his eyes at you with a tilt of his head. “What are you sorry about, doll? I’m the one who should be spending the rest of their life apologizin’ to you.”

You turned away from him. “I’m sorry about what Hydra did to you,” you said. When he didn’t say anything, you went on: “I, uh, asked Sam,” you continued. “About what you’d told me with the sparring and how you get… excited.” You felt him still beneath you, but didn’t want to lose your nerve. “I’m sorry that I doubted that they put you through that kind of abuse, and I’m so sorry it happened to you. And… I’m– I’m sorry I didn’t make you feel like I was a safe person you could share that part of your past with.”

Bucky let out an agonizingly slow breath. “Sweets,” he began, “it was never about feeling like you weren’t a safe place for me to be open about it. Not once.”

You took in a shuddering breath, hating that you were making this moment, in a way, about you. “But… you told Steve, and Sam and– and… her. But you didn’t tell me.” You risked a glance at him, afraid he was going to be angry at you, but all you saw was patience in his eyes. “I must have said or done something that made you feel like you couldn’t share it with me, and whatever that was, I’m sorry.”

Bucky shook his head sadly and rubbed his human hand up and down your back. “No, baby.” He exhaled. “It was never like that. I didn’t tell you, because I was ashamed.”

You raised your eyes and gave him a questioning look.

“I could tell Sam, and Steve, and even Carthage, because I didn’t give a shit if they thought I was… fucked up… sexually. It didn’t matter what they thought about it, because, well, I wasn’t trying to impress them, to make them want me, want to be with me. But you?” He brought his vibranium hand up to cup your face, turning it so you were looking at him. “I didn’t want you lookin’ at me and thinkin’ that I was broken, that I didn’t… didn’t work right in the way I wanted you the most. I’d never be able to stand it. I was just so ashamed and embarrassed; and I couldn’t stand the thought of you lookin’ at me the way I looked at myself.”

“Barnes,” you offered with a small, small smile, “I have never, not once, even considered you were broken, sexually. Not before I found out, and certainly not after. In fact, I’ve spent the last two months desperately trying to make myself forget just how not fucked up you are in that department.”

Bucky cleared his throat. “Just, uh, outta curiosity, sweets, how many attempts at forgetting are we talking about here?”

You scrunched up your mouth. “You seriously want to know how many guys I’ve fucked since we broke up, Barnes?”

Bucky shrugged his shoulders in a completely failed attempt at seeming nonchalant. “Like I said, just curious. What are we talking… like, two? Three?”

You snorted. Multiply that by ten, you thought. “You really don’t want to know, Barnes. Trust me.”

“Jesus Christ,” he moaned. “More than three?!”

You shrugged awkwardly. “It’s really not any of your business, Bucky.”

He ran a hand through his hair. “Fuck,” he said. “Yeah, yeah, I know it’s not. I just can’t stand the fucking thought of someone else putting their hands on you,” he said through clenched teeth. 

You raised a brow and gave him a sarcastic look. “Hypocrite much?” you asked, though there was no bite behind your words. 

Bucky lowered his head, not meeting your gaze. “Givin’ me a taste of my own medicine, huh, doll? Well, can’t say it’s not fucking bitter, or that I don’t deserve it.”

“I didn’t do it with the purpose of hurting you,” you told him, feeling your tears start to build again. “I did it to get over you. To forget you.”

He brushed a tear from your lashes. “Did it work, doll?” he asked, voice low. “Did you forget? Are you over it?”

You hadn’t. Of course you fucking hadn’t. But you didn’t want him knowing that. Not fully; it was enough though, knowing that he’d felt even a fraction of the jealousy you’d felt. “Hard to say,” you told him, instead. “Maybe the twenty-ninth time’ll be the charm.”

Bucky spluttered and gasped for breath. “TWENTY-NINTH TIME?!? Are you telling me you’ve fucked twenty-eight pieces of shit since you’ve been down here?!” Almost as soon as his frustration burst from him itself, it had died out. “Not my business,” he said, though you could tell he was struggling. 

You’d had enough tormenting him for the night, so you snuggled further into his chest. “Not a single one of them made me forget for a second,” you told him, tilting your head up to look into his eyes. Bucky chuffed and leaned down to kiss the top of your head, and for the first time in months, you felt a hint of the safety you used to feel with him. It was small, but it was there, a tiny ember in a fire you’d feared had long died out. With a rattling sigh, you rested your head against his chest as he continued to rock you, and soon, you were lulled asleep to the sound of his steady, familiar, beloved heartbeat.

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Okay, here’s MY question: would Present try to kill their own siblings if they saw them? Would the resemblance throw them off too much?

For A Weapon, killing people is easy.

It's what it was made for, it's what it was born for. It was told its only reason it continued to breathe was this one task...to exterminate the plague. If it did not kill, there would be no reason for it to live.

When the government found where those last remnants of the plague were, in a world far beyond the reaches of most, it knew its mission was almost complete. That this would be the final, small step to realizing that purpose it was given. It went there without a second thought, expecting to come back to its cell later with discolored blood on its paws and pincers.

It was surprised at how little survival skills the first one it found had. This beast, despite the scar on its eye, was wandering next to the border of the woods in broad daylight. What was it even doing? It watched, to its surprise, as the rusty black thing pulled out a guitar and sat on a log. It began to play a tune, messing up the melody and stomping on the ground each time with a hiss.

Unusual. Idiotic, too. The plagued normally knew to hide away, to live in the darkest corners of every world. And yet this case chose to sing and complain. Whatever. That made it easier to strike.

Eyes peering through the underbrush, it stalked and stepped closer. It pondered the most efficient way to snuff out its life. Avoid the head, to get away from the mandibles and pincers. Go for the neck. Always the neck. Stab and blast if needed, but don't waste valuable ammunition. Make sure that-

Snap.

So lost in thought, it forgot to avoid any of the sticks on the grassy floor. The plagued turned around curiously, now face to face with a yellow behemoth.

And they tilted their head, chuckling.

"Woah. Where the hell did you come from!?” She chirped. Another laugh erupted from them, a small chitter to their voice. “Are you a weirdo, hanging out in the forest? A little forest loser?”

…It blinked. It definitely should kill this thing here and now, right? It would be incredibly easy. But something made it pause. It instead gave a blunt, monotone reply.

“What.”

Without missing a beat, she then pointed at the augmentations attached to its arms and back. “What are those things on you? Some cool cyber stuff? Nerd!”

He continued to chuckle and joke, much to its annoyance as it growled. Eventually she calmed, wiping a tear from her eye as she gave a passing “sorry”.

“Whatever, it’s cool. My brother is also a nerd. He also likes running around the woods like a little freak! You two would get along great.”

Was this bug trying to make conversation? What an idiot. It glared at her, unmoving and unamused as it let out a huff.

“You should be more fearful of what lies in the forest,” It warned, “because I’m not here to make small talk.”

In response, she only shrugged.

“Whatev. I’m gonna go practice guitar somewhere else. Have fun pretending to be a sci-fi protag or something.”

Just like that, the guy turned away with her guitar in hand, humming a tune and giggling still under her breath. “Man, the fam is gonna love this story!” It heard her mumble as she escaped from its sight.

It should’ve pounced while the thing’s back was turned. It knew that. And yet…it let the creature go off without issue, as though its body was frozen in place. Were the circumstances that bizarre, so as to make a weapon not fire its shot? Nothing was special about that person, besides the unusually fluffy body compared to other plagued specimens.

Was it the similarities to itself that had it hesitant? The way their eyes bore the same red, and how her tail looked almost too similar to the one it bore? It was pointless to contemplate. It was pointless to compare yourself to the things you were meant to kill. Now, it was too late to even try to track where she had gone. She was already far out of sight, leaving it on its lonesome and without a new lead.

In a moment of weakness, the weapon snarled and kicked at the ground.

Killing was meant to be easy. Why was this suddenly so difficult? -Zinc

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The Black Dog

Ingrid Engen x Mapi Leon

(A/N- The Black Dog is a stereotypical British pub, so imagine it seamlessly fitting into Barcelona. I spent the whole weekend listening to TTPD, so I recommend listening to that while you read- apologies in advance for the angst!)

Warning- Language

The Black Dog was their bar.

After every match, they migrated there. It never mattered if they’d been thrashed or won victoriously; the bar stayed the same. The tables were always on the wrong side of sticky, their once light brown wood darkened with age and spilled beer. Coasters littered the tables, their grubby presence normally forgotten. Instead, rings of condensation formed on the table, leaving the water to slowly seep into the wood. The wooden counter of the bar was chipped with age, but the shining attraction of the beer taps soon made up for its imperfections. Rickety bar stools lined its length, even the slightest movement making them wobble precariously. There was barely any room to manoeuvre around the bar, the floor a sea of bags and chair legs, not perfect for stumbling messes three drinks deep. It was always slightly too hot despite the air-conditioning that whirred quietly in the background, drowned out by excited chatter and raucous laughs. As the revellers started to filter out, the music started to play as the staff cleared up, wiping away any remnants of their presence.

Ingrid and Mapi’s figures were such a presence at the bar that the owner joked that he should put reserved signs on their seats. Over time, they had slowly claimed the two stools at the end of the row of stools, slightly secluded from the rest of the celebrations. All that was visible was their two heads bowed together, always in quiet conversation. Sometimes Ingrid would throw her head back laughing but they were in their own bubble, undisturbed by drunken chants or crying children.

The bar had seen them win the Champions League together, the locals crowding around the small television in the corner. When the final whistle blew, the owner declared that all drinks were on the house for the rest of the night. The celebrations had continued long into the morning, the bar staying open until the champions returned home for a victory drink.

It had also seen them lose the same competition the next year. When they dejectedly returned from the final, the bar was the first place they headed to, its familiarity healing some of their hurt. Their drinks were already waiting by their seats, and for once, The Black Dog was quiet when they entered.

It was eerily silent, and it took everything in Mapi not to burst into tears again. She felt like she hadn’t just disappointed her team, but her community also. As they settled into their seats, a singular clap broke the silence. Soon the bar was overpowered with clapping, and for the first time since the match ended, she felt hope again.

When their parents met for the first time, there was only one place the couple thought to take them to. The Black Dog watched as Ingrid hesitantly translated for everyone and Mapi nervously fiddled with the hem of her shirt, one of the only times the fearless defender’s hand shook as she picked up her drink. Ingrid reached out and placed a comforting hand on her thigh, and the look that passed between them spoke more than a thousand words. Their parents watched on admiringly and the squeaky door helped them leave in fits of laughter, content that both their daughters had made the right decision.

The patrons joked that they should hold their wedding there, and the couple just smiled shyly, their future together inevitable. Even as they moved in together, they never replaced the bar for drinks at home. They spent practically every moment together, yet the routine of settling into their seats at the bar made them feel like teenagers on their first date again.

The Black Dog also watched as the distance between their bowed heads slowly became larger until they were both sitting up straight, staring intently at the condensation on their glasses. Mapi’s mouth stopped running at a hundred miles an hour, and for the first time since they entered the bar, there was silence between them. Any attempt of conversation was shut down, so they resigned themselves to listening to the clink of glasses, the noise that had seemed so insubstantial now assaulting their ears.

Gone were the inside jokes and teasing touches, or the half-finished glass deserted on the countertop for more important activities. The bartenders observed the couple with a worried interest, sharing whispered rumours over the dishwasher. Their routine seemed more like a chore, but neither of them was willing to give it up, so they wallowed in their unhappiness together.

Until one day, they stopped.

The bar watched as their seats remained unoccupied after a win against Levante. Every time the door swung open, their eyes lit up, only to be replaced by disappointment. Dusk started to settle, and the bar became busier until their stools were the only empty two. The bartenders stared at them forlornly until they unanimously admitted defeat, dejectedly gesturing for another couple to sit in them. The couple lowered themselves down with a smile on their faces, and it felt so wrong that they were nearly evacuated immediately.

They still waited expectantly after the next match, but it was no use. Rumours of their breakup spread throughout the bar, but no one could pinpoint the exact moment it started to go downhill. Maybe it was when Mapi injured her knee and struggled onto the stool, and no matter how much Ingrid tried to help her, she wouldn’t accept her supportive arm. It could’ve been when Ingrid nearly fell asleep on the countertop and Mapi tried to help her home, except she couldn’t because of her crutches, and the owner had to assist her. There was the night when one beer turned to five and Ingrid stormed out of the bar, Mapi hopping helplessly behind her. She called her name, but the Norwegian was already out in the cold air, and Mapi deflated against the wall, tears forming in her eyes.

The signs were there, but no one wanted to believe it.

You couldn’t fabricate the way they used to look at each other, eyes brimming with admiration and love. It was them against the world, and everyone knew it. Even through the worst of losses, they were each other’s rock, a type of unwavering support that very few were lucky to receive. It was the type of love that couldn’t be captured in a photo but only felt in the way they constantly orbited each other, incomplete without the other.

The patrons brushed off their troubles with a swig of beer, shaking their heads in disbelief at those who claimed they would fail. If any couple could weather a rough patch, it was them.

But as it turned out, they weren’t strong enough.

The couple couldn’t identify an exact reason, and that’s what made the break-up even more painful. They tried to work through the reasons for their hurt, but the pain clouded their minds and tinged everything they did. Weeks of silent resentment turned into full-blown screaming matches, only ever ending with slamming doors and helpless sobs. No matter how much they tried to have moments of happiness, Mapi could feel Ingrid slipping away. The Norwegian stopped sharing her feelings, and the more Mapi pressed, the angrier she got. Mapi was frustrated about her knee and apologising for her moodiness only made Ingrid retreat further into her shell. They couldn’t even talk about mundane things without one of them snapping.

The fighting exhausted them until they had no love left to give.

Something had broken, and although they both desperately wanted it to work out, they couldn’t continue like this. Somewhere along the way, they forget why they fell in love in the first place, and trying to force the feeling only made it hurt more.

They had everything, and now they had nothing.

Ingrid went to Norway for a National camp, and when her flight arrived in Barcelona, she hesitated before giving Rolfo’s address to the taxi driver. Mapi waited for the click of the door, but it never came, and she collapsed onto the couch in a flood of tears. Ingrid had finally done the brave thing and left, and Mapi was too much of a coward to stop her. She knew she wasn’t making Ingrid happy anymore, and maybe only by losing each other could they find their way back together.

Ingrid ignored her at practice, her cold gaze failing to mask her red-rimmed eyes. She said she needed space, and Mapi tried to respect that. Her knee healed, but her heart was still torn in two, a type of pain that no type of surgery could heal. Their forced proximity only reminded Mapi of how stupid she had been to let the Norwegian fall through her fingers, but she couldn’t do anything about it, not when every time she approached Ingrid she was shunned. It didn’t seem like Ingrid missed her, which was impossible for Mapi to comprehend. She couldn’t believe that the same woman she had a ring hidden for in her dresser could so easily forget her.

They were so close to having it all. Before Mapi injured her knee, they were perfect, stupidly obsessed with each other. After weeks of deliberating, she went into the city centre and visited a jewellery store. Surrounded by hundreds of beautiful rings, there was only one that she knew Ingrid would love. The extortionate price hadn’t phased her, and she had left the shop grinning and planning the proposal.

The next week, she tore her meniscus, and everything went to shit.

During their arguments, Ingrid would sometimes reference the fact they had been together for nearly half a decade, yet they were still only girlfriends. Mapi wanted to run to her dresser and show Ingrid the ring, but she knew the Norwegian deserved a perfect proposal. She told herself that as soon as they got better, she would get down on one knee and show Ingrid how much she loved her.

Except, they never got better.

She thought space was meant to heal all wounds, but it only seemed to tear hers open. Sometimes she was overwhelmed by grief that she couldn’t leave her house, and Alexia had to steal her spare key just to make sure she wasn’t dead. Nothing could lift her spirits, and months after their breakup, she was still struggling to get through each day.

Mapi allowed herself one indulgence; checking Ingrid’s location. It used to be a source of pride to see their icons constantly together, but now Ingrid’s was fixed over the other side of the city. Mapi waited for the day she turned it off, but it seemed the Norwegian had either forgotten or wanted to punish her. Either way, Mapi couldn’t stop herself from clicking on the app and zooming in on her icon, a picture of her smiling face. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting to find, but clinging onto the last physical reminder of their affection stopped her from completely burying their relationship.

It was another night of cooking for one and crying into her dinner when Mapi checked her phone, her brow furrowing in confusion. Ingrid’s icon was moving along the street until it stopped in a bar, a bar that Mapi knew very well.

The Black Dog.

It killed her to see Ingrid alone in their bar. She had never been in that bar without Ingrid, and she knew it was the same for the Norwegian. She couldn’t help but think that it was a sign, a way of Ingrid extending an olive branch without words.

Even if it wasn’t, Mapi wasn’t going to let her go without a fight this time.

She rushed to pull on her shoes, and as an afterthought, headed to her bedroom. Rooting through her dresser, she pulled out the ring box and zipped it securely into her pocket. She wasn’t sure why, but her gut told her if she didn’t do something, she would lose the chance.

Running down the stairs, she only had one thought on her mind. She sprinted along the street to The Black Dog, covering the short distance in mere minutes. She barely registered the way her lungs gasped for air or her knee ached as she pushed open the door, the bustle of the bar making her physically recoil. The memories overwhelmed her as her eyes immediately looked for Ingrid at her usual seat.

The patrons stared at her as she made her way to the bar, the top of Ingrid’s head just visible. Pushing her way through the final few obstacles, she finally reached the object of her affection.

Ingrid was drawing patterns on the condensation of her beer glass, and before Mapi could even ask if she could sit down, the bartender was placing her drink on the mat in front of the stool. Mapi swallowed and hesitantly sat down, her arm brushing against Ingrid as the chair wobbled.

Ingrid looked up from her glass, her green eyes filled with tears. She smiled tightly at Mapi, but she showed no real sign of being pleased with her presence.

“I can leave if you want,” Mapi said softly, her brow furrowed with concern. Ingrid looked so broken that Mapi was starting to regret ever checking her location. These stools no longer reminded her of their love-struck first years, but the pain of their final couple of months.

“No,” Ingrid whispered, clearing her throat, “I want to talk to you.”

Mapi nodded and took a sip of her beer. She hadn’t drunk this beer since the breakup, the mere smell of it transporting her back to the bar, and inevitably, back to Ingrid.

“Me too,” Mapi said, her body thrumming with nerves. Even though Ingrid knew all her secrets and had seen the worst parts of her, Mapi was still petrified to open up to the Norwegian again. They had said some unthinkable things to each other during their fights, and some words cut deeper than others.

They sat in silence for a moment, enshrouded by the hum of the bar. Ingrid looked like she wanted to speak, but every time her mouth opened, no words came out.

“How did you know I’d come?” Mapi asked, her eyes flitting between Ingrid’s face and her beer.

“You’ve still got your location on,” Ingrid said with a shrug, “figured if I was checking yours every day, so would you.”

Mapi nodded. Even given the space between them, Ingrid still knew her better than anyone else.

“Fuck,” Ingrid said hopelessly, “this is harder than I thought it would be. I had a whole speech planned, but...”

“Would you like me to speak first?” Mapi tried to add helpfully, her heart breaking at Ingrid’s distress.

The Norwegian nodded slightly, her eyes downcast.

Mapi took a deep breath, “I’m sorry. I could spend all night listing all the things I’m sorry about, but I think the bar would kick us out. I’m not trying to make excuses, but you should know what was happening in my fucked-up head. After I tore my meniscus, I was a wreck. I was so sad, and I felt useless. I couldn’t walk, I couldn’t do anything. I spent all day lying in bed and sleeping while you went to training, and I couldn’t bear it.”

“I started to resent you,” Mapi continued with a frown, “but you were under so much pressure to be a perfect centre-back, and I didn’t want to add anything else to your plate. I used to be so happy, so bubbly, and I felt like I was pulling you down with my negativity.”

“I should’ve told you how I was feeling, but I was terrified. Keeping it inside didn’t help, and you seamlessly fitting into defence made me feel replaceable. I had lost my job, and I was slowly losing my happiness; the easiest thing to blame was you.”

“Why?” Ingrid asked with a hint of anger in her voice, “I was nothing but supportive. I was by your side throughout surgery, and you repaid me by ignoring my efforts to help you. All I wanted was for you to be proud of me, to love me, but you couldn’t even smile at the games. That was fucking selfish, Maria.”

Mapi flinched at the use of her full name. Ingrid used to say it during intimate moments, and it always made her heart swell with affection. But the way the Norwegian spat it out made it very clear it was not a term of endearment, but an insult.

“I know. I wish I could take it back. I was trying to live up to a perfect image, but I was too blind to see that was useless.”

“It sure was. I never needed you to be perfect, I just wanted you to be honest. We had been together for nearly half a decade, and you didn’t trust me. How do you think that made me feel? The love of my life was slowly wasting away, but she wouldn’t talk to me about anything.”

“I was an idiot. By the time I realised that I needed to get my shit together, I think you were already gone. I had pushed you away, and I hated myself so much that I basically self-destructed. I should’ve fought, I should’ve done something, but I couldn’t see a way out of the hole that I’d dug for myself.”

Mapi’s voice was helpless. They were the worst couple of months of her life, and even reminiscing about them caused a pang in her chest.

Ingrid sipped her beer with a grimace, “I should’ve pushed you to get some help, but I was so angry with you that, honestly, I thought that leaving was the best option. I needed to get away, to re-evaluate what I wanted from our relationship because it wasn’t working anymore.”

Hearing Ingrid voice her reasons for leaving made Mapi wince, reminding her of her past mistakes. She hadn’t wanted to admit that they were broken, her last spark of hope tying Ingrid down until the Norwegian finally found the courage to break away.

“You’re right. It broke me when you left, but I knew I needed to work on myself and let you find your spark again, which wouldn’t happen with me. I loved you, Ingrid, but I lost track of that somewhere along the way.”

“I loved you too,” Ingrid bit back, “I wanted nothing but the best for you, but I couldn’t be with you like that. You made me feel like I was an inconvenience, and that wasn’t right.”

Ingrid huffed and shook her head in defeat. Tears were slowly running down her cheeks, and Mapi could barely look at her stained face without a wave of guilt crashing over her.

“You deserved so much better than that. I should’ve shown you how amazing you were every day of your life because you are. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. I felt like the rest of my life was just waiting to find you, and when I finally did, I felt complete. One look at you, and I was hopelessly in love.”

“So was I. But you gave up, Maria. Did you really care that much if you let go that easily? I waited for you to prove your love, but all I got were empty confessions. I died waiting for it to return to how it was at the start, for those days when you were utterly obsessed with me, but nothing. You said you loved me, but where was the evidence?”

Tears streamed down Ingrid’s face. Mapi’s heart cracked, and she unzipped her pocket, revealing the velvet box. Ingrid gasped as Mapi opened the box, revealing a stunning diamond sitting on top of a silver band.

“It was in my dresser. I wanted to marry you, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. But then I got injured, and I chickened out. I wasn’t going to use marriage as something to force you to stay when I knew you’d probably say yes out of obligation because you were tired of waiting for a proposal. That wouldn’t fix our problems.”

“Fuck Maria, it’s perfect. I prayed for some romantic gesture, and all the time you were hiding this?” Ingrid shook her head in disbelief, “I wish I would’ve known.”

“I still love you, princesa. I always will, and I’m sorry I messed up so badly. But I don’t think I can carry on like this, not having you in my life. It’s been torture. I can’t change the past, but I’d be an idiot if I didn’t at least try and get you back. You deserve better than me, but if you can find it in your heart to give me a second chance, I promise you’ll never doubt my love ever again.”

“That’s quite a guarantee,” Ingrid said with a chuckle.

Mapi smiled for the first time that night, “I know, and I wouldn’t be making it if I didn’t believe that I couldn’t keep it. I’m not saying I’ll be perfect, but I know I don’t have to be now. All I want to be is the best partner to you.”

Ingrid sighed, “I love you. I love you more than anything else, but you really hurt me. If we get back together, that’s it. I can’t go through another break-up with you, I can’t take any more sadness.”

Mapi nodded, her eyes pleading. She felt hope again, a slither a light that made her think that Ingrid didn’t hate her.

“But” Ingrid continued, “I’m not ready to give up on our love just yet. Some things are worth fighting for, and I think we are.”

“Think?” Mapi said with a quirk of her eyebrow.

She wanted to make sure Ingrid was certain. If they were going to try again, it wouldn’t be a half-hearted effort or something the Norwegian was doing out of obligation for her past self.

“Know.” Ingrid said firmly, “We are worth fighting for. I’m not saying I can jump straight back in but love like ours only comes around once in a lifetime.”

Mapi breathed a sigh of relief, the Norwegian’s words lifting a weight off her chest.

“That’s fine. I’ll wait for as long as you want, but when you’re ready, I’ll be here. I’ll always be here for you, Ingrid.”

Mapi’s voice was sincere, and she reached out and clasped Ingrid’s hands in hers. They were soft and slightly wet from the condensation on her glass, but they felt like coming home. Ingrid smiled and bit her lip in thought. Her startling green eyes were blurred with tears, but Mapi could sense their cold edges softening, starting to be filled with something akin to affection. The bar was still bustling around them, but in that moment, it was just them again.

Ingrid tilted her head towards the ring, “Don’t wait too long to get that out next time.”

Mapi laughed, “I’m not making that mistake twice.”

She shut the box and placed it back in her pocket. She hoped one day it would sit where it belonged on Ingrid’s ring finger, but until then it would stay in her dresser, a reminder to not lose sight of the most important person in her life again.

“So,” Ingrid said, “How about we start things off with a drink?”

Mapi had barely touched her beer, but she knew the weight of Ingrid’s words. It was the Norwegian’s way of showing that she forgave Mapi, that although things may be strained for a while, the fabric of their relationship was still unchanged. The love was still there, but it just needed to be coaxed out of hiding, slowly revealed to themselves and the world.

The Black Dog waited expectantly after the next match for the door to swing open. They held their breath as Ingrid entered...followed by Mapi. The patrons erupted into cheers as the blushing couple made their way to their seats, now adorned with a little gold plaques, installed by Mapi. It may have only been a small gesture, but it spoke volumes. Their relationship may have changed, but The Black Dog always reminded them of why they fell in love in the first place, and why they shouldn’t take each other for granted. They were the lucky ones, and if the sticky tables taught them anything, it was that you didn’t have to be perfect to be loved.

The Black Dog was their bar; it always had been.

#fc barcelona #ingrid engen #football #woso #mapi leon #fanfic #ttpd #taylor swift #the black dog #angst

[tobisoundx3]

Half Life Headcanons

In no particular order QuQ

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-Half life Return to Ravenholm tales place before half life 2 and its episodes. Adrian and Grigori end up bonding and having a father/son type relationship, both of them relating to being alone for so long. At the end of it Adrian dies to a complication with a headcrab zombie, leaving Grigori truly alone.

-Some resistance members actually doubted that Gordon was real, their only proof being hearing stories from people who actually knew him. Most of the people from Black Mesa weren't bothered by it, although it did bother Barney a bit.

-When Gordon and Alyx first met Alyx had a crush on him, but as time went on and they become closer friends it went away.

-When Gordon first joined Black Mesa, because of how young he was compared to the other scientists Barney assumed he would be a stuck up rich kid. He and Gordon now joke about this.

-The Combine tried using Poison Headcrabs as a torture method but they were hard to find outside of ravenholm, so they eventually moved onto other methods.

-When the Combine first started their journey of taking over worlds, they had reason and mercy but as time went on they forgot their ways and become cruel and merciless. They now only know power and hunger.

-Gordon lost his sense of smell after the Resonance Cadcade. He could be smelling absolutely AWFUL and wouldn't know unless someone told him.

-Eli lost his leg in the 7 Hour War. Alyx and Kleiner don't like him leaving the bases but they can't rlly stop him.

-Gordon is Autistic and is selective mute. When he does actually talk its in singular words and only around people he'd trust his life with.

-When the Combine first came to earth many people actually willingly joined because they believed the Combine would be beneficial.

-Colinne and Gina end up dying in Xen. They have a teary goodbye before they die where they confess their love for eachother.

-Barney got a bit of a drinking problem and threw himself into work after Gordon went missing. Kleiner was the one who helped him get his life back on track.

-Adrian loves dogs and ends up growing very fond of the houndeyes.

-G-Man actually doesn't have a proper gender. He goes by He/She pronouns but prefers to be called a man and dress masculine.

-Stasis consists of a dark void with a watery floor. To save time people who are put in there are put into a deep sleep.

-Alyx smokes weed.

-Gordon was somewhat scared of vortigons because of what happened at Black Mesa, but after they helped Alyx his fear went away entirely.

-Alyx can get extreme back pain if she over works herself. This originated from when she was impaled.

-Adrian has body dysmorphia and doesnt like to take his gas mask off because of this. When he was dying he took it off so he could feel truly vulnerable infront of Grigori before he died.

-When Gordon and Barney first became friends they made a trade. Barney teaches Gordon how to shoot a gun and Gordon teaches Barney how to tie a tie.

-Barney has gotten more sarcastic as he has aged.

-The resistance will often make fun of Breen's broadcasts and can't help but giggle at them when they walk by them.

-Kleiner feeds wild headcrabs like someone would feed feral cats.

-Although skibidi toilet is not a thing in the Half Life universe, G-Man knows about it. She doesn't know how and it scares him.

-Gordon doesn't know how to use a microwave. This is why the microwave incident happened.

-EVERYONE in the resistance makes fun of Barney and exaggerates his age to the extreme.

-Most scientists at Black Mesa were snotty to Gordon because he was so young.

-Gordon wants a cheeseburger so bad during half life 2 and its episodes.

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I'll probably be updating this list in the future but these are my main big ones!! :D

#talking #half life #half life headcanons #headcanons #gordon freeman #barney calhoun #alyx vance

[lowkeyrobin]

hiiii can you maybe do a 5 + 1 tommyinnit x reader where its like 5 times they act like couple and one time they make it official and get together?

(also can i be 🦢?)

yes oh my GAWDDD YESSS ; and yeah of course! welcome to the hotel 🦢 anon! enjoy your stay! ; thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoy! ; this isn't that great tbh but I'm proud (this took way too long to do)

TOMMYINNIT ; five, cinco, funf, cincq, 'elima

summary ; five scenarios that lead up to you and Tommy becoming a thing

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; yes I know it said 5+1, I did the five thing because I wanted it to be a repeating number lol. they all say five in different languages, english, spanish, german, french and hawaiian for anyone who didn't get it

word count ; 2k

masterlist

Five.

"I'm gonna cry, this show sucks," you speak, throwing your head back on the back of the couch.

"What is with this CGI..." The blonde mutters. "What's the budget on this show?"

You shrug. "Let me enjoy my show, Tommy"

"Wait, that Jeffery guy got out?"

"Yeah," you frown, watching as Athena runs across the screen and outside to look for the monster who was supposed to be on trial.

He pulls you into a hug as you both watch the show, being the first episode of season four. The city is collapsing, and a fangroup of a dangerous predator were sending glares to the victims.

You knew it was just a show. You couldn't help but feel bad because people did treat victims like that in real life, plus this show just made you emotional as all hell.

The blonde pulls you a little closer, having seen your eyes well up with tears.

"He's right there!"

"Athena run!"

"Oh fuck!"

"This show stresses me out too much, Y/n/n"

"How do you think I feel?"

Cinco.

"Liking sherbert ice cream is such a red flag"

"What? Says you! Strawberry just isn't that good"

You playfully scoff, holding your strawberry waffle cone in your hand as Tommy passes up a ten pound bill up to the lady in the food truck. He holds his plastic bowl of sherbert ice cream in his other hand, a spoon tied between his index and middle fingers, holding on for dear life so as not to be dropped onto the concrete below.

"Why do I ever take you to do fun things?"

"You love me," He grins, stuffing the change in his pocket before walking away with you. "I just hold a special place in your heart."

"Sure you do, pal," you reply with a smile, taking a bite out of your ice cream. "Where do you wanna sit? I can't eat and walk, not a multi-tasker."

He scans the area, landing his eyes on a bench across the little road. Thank God these fairgrounds had benches, unlike the ones near Tubbo. Eugh.

He leads you toward the bench, taking a bite from his multicolored sweet with the white plastic spoon. You sit down with him, enjoying the scenery of a million fair rides and colorful lights against the dark night sky. Screams of terror and amusement fill your ears as you watch one of the mini coasters go down the large drop again.

You feel a shiver run down your spine, the chilly wind freezing you up for a moment. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to eat ice cream with no sun around to keep you warm. The blonde notices, though, and nearly makes a joke to rip on you for not bringing a jacket. But, he doesn't.

He slips off his plaid jacket and wraps it around your shoulders. He took into consideration that you would've just gone back and forth if he tried handing it to you.

You look at him, an eyebrow raised in clear confusion.

"I saw you shivering." He chuckles, taking another bite out of his sorbet. "Just take it, I'm sweating in it anyways"

You quietly nod and lean into the jacket more, considering you didn't have free hands to put it on at the moment. You could feel his body heat from the jacket rub off on you, warming you up as it was a heater.

"You wanna go on the ferris wheel after this?" He asks, looking up at the big, circular wheel a couple hundred yards away. Lights glimmer and flicker across the sides, shining all colors of the rainbow. "The line doesn't look too bad at the moment"

You shrug, "Yeah, sure. I'll slip the guy a five to hold us at the top to scare you." You joke with a snicker.

"Y/n!"

Funf.

"I'm not jealous. Why would I be jealous?" You deadpan to your blonde friend, arms crossed.

"Cause I'm going on a date" He answers, again.

"With someone who's an asshole," you clarify once again, "Dude, I'm serious. There's a million other people you could go out with. Just skip them before they actually hurt you"

"Physically or mentally?"

"Tommy! I'm serious"

He sighs, pulling at the tie around his neck. He sighs, nearly a groan. "Why did I agree to take them somewhere fancy?"

You roll your eyes and quickly rush to his aid, turning him to face you. You loop your fingers around the tie and begin properly tying it around his collared shirt for him. He quickly feels his face heat up, making sure to keep his chin up, eyes still down to watch you work. He notices you bite at the inside of your cheek a bit, showing that you were in deep concentration.

He didn't know whether or not you actually knew how to tie a tie, or if you did it to make him shut the hell up, but he appreciated it either way.

"There," you speak, pulling your hands away from his neck after adjusting the tie a bit so it wasn't asymmetrical. "Tie is tied, Simons"

He turns to the mirror, looking at himself again. He smiles lightly, his eyes softening as he looks back at you.

"Thanks"

"Go have fun on that date of yours"

"I'll try"

Cinq.

"Just hold my hand, you'll be okay"

"What are you talking about? I'm gonna die!"

"You'll live"

"Nuh uh!"

You sigh, dragging Tommy to the slingshot. You walk behind Tubbo and Freddie, who are a few feet ahead, as they hadn't heard any of Tommy's whining. Who knew the poor boy was so scared of heights.

"Please, I don't wanna get on it!"

"I need a partner, Simons"

He groans, catching up to your speed, your hand still wrapped around his wrist. You catch up to your friends, now walking through the empty line area.

"See? No one's here because they know they're gonna die!"

"No one's here because it's lunch time, Tommy"

"Damnit"

The overhead straps click as they lock around your bodies. Tommy's already white-knuckling the handles, clear desperation and fear in his eyes. You reach your left hand out to him, looking at him the best you can past the safety harness, which is practically against your face.

He quickly grabs onto your hand, squeezing it tightly.

"You'll be fine, it's fun!"

"I'm scared!"

Freddie and Tubbo laugh, reassuring the blonde that he'll live. Something in you is still a little surprised that Tubbo was actually excited about this.

The automated "keep your hands and feet inside the ride" speech plays while the platform sinks into the ground a bit, preparing to fling you into space. The blonde leans his head back, mentally preparing himself to scream his voice away. A split second after it ended, you were shot in the air, screams filling your ears, including your own.

"Y/n/n! Help! I hate this!" The blonde screams, squeezing onto your hand even tighter.

"Look at the view!" You yell back with a smile, taking in the view of the whole park from that height. You couldn't wait to see Tommy's face on the gopro footage later, his face was probably as red as cherries. "You're okay! Just don't throw up!"

"No, no, I don't wanna go down!" His voice echoes through the air, then his screams again as the ride plummets down.

Tubbo and Freddie laugh and scream, having the time of their life, which you share with them as the blonde in between you all is freaking out. However, on the next fling up, he seems calmer and now trusts that he's safe. His grip on your hand loosens a bit, and you smile as you can hear his screams of terror turn into screams of a happy thrill.

"Okay, this is cool!" He yells over the machine and screams of other passengers.

"You think so?" Tubbo yells, "Look, there's the others!" He points out in the distance, apparently seeing the group of your other friends across the park.

"Where are you even pointing?" Freddie questions, the end of his sentence turning into a yell as you plummet down again.

"Grow up, Freddie, you're fine!" Tommy yells jokingly, trying to keep air in his lungs.

"Shut up!"

'Elima.

"What the hell is this?" You ask, furrowing your eyebrows.

"Lunch!" Tommy answers, looking back down at the whole picnic setup in his backyard. "You said you were hungry"

"I meant like, we could go get food." You clarify, "I was just gonna come pick you up, and we could go somewhere."

He shrugs, "It's food" He smiles and jumps onto the blanket, waiting for you.

You lightly smile at his dorky grin and sit down with him, throwing some Jolly Ranchers at him, which you had stuffed in your pockets.

You eat in peace, sitting in his backyard underneath a tree. You end up full while he's still munching on some fruit and decide to make a little flower crown out of the yellow flowers that were scattered around the yard. You get to work on tying them together, wanting to give it to Tommy and take a picture. You wanted to post said picture on Twitter and caption it "2020 vibes" but we'll see how far that got.

He watches you as you work, having seen you walk about the yard and gather a large bouquet of the little yellow weeds. He spits out another cherry pit onto the grass behind him, munching on the rest of the juicy fruit.

"What're you doing?" He asks

"Flower crown. I'm gonna put it on you. The 2020 era is revisiting," You answer, weaving another flower into the rope. "It's gonna be amazing, I'm gonna trend on Twitter after this"

"Oh God, no."

"Last time I asked what something was, it was lunch in your backyard, but I don't think this is the same" You speak, an eyebrow slightly raised as you look at the drenched Tommy on your doorstep.

He holds a bouquet of flowers, which are being watered by the rain dripping from his flattened hair. He's completely soaked by the thunderstorm outside, making you wonder if he really walked all the way to your house in the middle of a storm. You internally pray that he took a bus.

"Yeah, uh, it's not" He nervously smiles. "I wanted to ask you out on a date, maybe"

You blink, still a little confused and now bewildered. You look down the street, seeing Molly, your mutual friend, sitting in her car, watching.

"Is this a prank or?.." You ask, glancing back to the car, letting Tommy know that you're aware that Molly drove him here.

"No, no, no! I- This is genuine. Seriously. It's fine if not, I just, like, have had a crush on you for a while, and it's making me all confused, and I just want it to go away." The blonde answers, watching you take the flowers from his hands.

"Well, what if I don't want it to go away?" You softly ask, looking back up at him.

His desperate look for rejection had turned to one of happiness, near disbelief even.

"What?"

"You heard me"

He glances at your lips for a moment before quickly kissing you, hands on your cheeks, before scurrying away. He sprints back towards the car, where you can see Molly cheering through the front windshield.

Tommy looks back, face red as ever, "Meet me at the pier tomorrow at three!"

You smile and shout back. "Okay!"

You lean against the door, watching him jump into the passengers seat and happily smile with Molly. You're unable to figure out what they're talking about, but you use your context clues to figure it was probably you.

Tommy realizes you're watching him, eyes slightly widened, lips shut like you could hear him. You wave goodbye and retrieve to the warmth of your home inside.

"I'm going on a date with Y/n!"

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #gender neutral reader #gn reader #they/them reader #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit #tommyinnit preferences #tommyinnit oneshot

[suntails]

(mild gore)

fealty

#i. i dont know if there's a better way to content warn on tumblr. im not gonna lie ive never posted something that could need one #like this gore seems v v mild to me so i wasnt sure if it needed it at all? but like idk i wanna try to be respectful i wanna TRY #this was my main page piece for the horror zine!! jokes on u the lettie collab was a SIDE commitment. this was my main deal #i saw this so clearly like a vision in my head. its what made me want to apply in the first place ouughghh #its the service. its the undying loyalty. its the devotion and commitment to serving the throne. im WEAK im a SUCKER #i rly do just think something abt royalty settings invoke so much in me. its immediately intriguing and diasom has it BAD (positive) #i do what i must for my people. the silver fans. when he is suffering the content is tasty like im sorry but its true </3 i love him #twst #twisted wonderland #twst silver #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #suntails #mild gore #gore

[thatnununguy]

black and white and black and slime <3

#homestuck #doodle #equius zahhak #gamzee makara #nepeta leijon #i constantly switch between white and gray bg so im sorry if i blinded you accidentally #i would tag this as ship but it's not romantic enough to really warrant it #but the intention was there #kinda #its totally NOT because i have no idea how to spell equigam and if its even a tag in the first place.... #anyway the sims joke made me laugh so hard and im afraid its literally not funny to anyone else #so if you laughed #you dont have to say it but just know im happy

[spitblaze]

why the hell is christian music so devoid of lyricism. like i KNOW you guys can do better ive listened to sufjan stevens. ive heard that one jars of clay song. theres so much ground you could cover thematically and tonally and lyrically but like. it feels like a genuine oddity to find a song EXPLICITLY about christianity that sounds better than 'overproduced amateur who decided their first pass at the lyrics was good enough to sing to millions of people and also god'

#spitblaze says things #christianity mention #is this another inexplicable side effect of the hedgemony. #ppl think that its inherently better for being christian and therefore dont need any more work #come on now. #if this was a genuine act of worship maybe you'd put a little backbone into it. im not asking for much guys #just something thats interesting to listen to #no wonder evangelicals have to brainwash their kids into thinking all secular media is evil #maybe if you made better christian media you wouldnt need to do that in the first place. have u considered that (half joking)

[rg11]

Can we see more of Jadekat and their 612 babies...do they have any names besides Jadekat jr jr jr

i dont think theyre that creative to come up with any other names for their kids

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#jadekat #argt #though one of the kids name is tibet (as in the rose) #the joke is that one is the one that looks the most like karkat and white roses represent the cancer zodiac... and jade likes gardening.... #boom. Genius #i made that up on the spot. not the fact (IT IS TRUE!!!) .. the fanchild #ok if im being honest IM not creative enough to come up with any other names #their 612 ... 613.. kids are very hard to handle and karkat is usually the one dealing with them #imagine being a casual citizen on earth c and you see a troll with more than 612.. 613 kids just being dragged across-> #->with those small leashes parents put on their kids to keep them in place. but like it doesnt work for karkat in this situation because-> #its more than 100 kids. hes going to be flug across the street if those kids all got interested in one thing at the same time #jade and karkat arent the “girlboss and malewife” dynamic no its the girl who has baby fever and the male who is like a-> #overworked cigarette mom #but he wouldnt smoke #they have kids... if he was smoking jade would kill him for that ..... #ok but back on the names like the first 2 ones were given original names and by kid 27 they started the 'jadekat jr' shit #“why didnt they stop by kid ..5..” baby fever

[xxjeffthekillerxx]

that one mystreet episode

(dont tag as zanmau pretty pls)

#im normally opposed to doing captions like this telling people how 2 reblog but uh i just dont want it being interpreted as ship art #ship zanemau all u want but it aint 4 me #ANYWAYSSS #DONT SHIP DISCOURSE THIS POST!!!! #okay thats kind of a joke because this is TUMBLR but LOOK the invader zim fandom was a scary place 2 years ago #anyways #i should draw more pink and frilly and cute stuff its fun #this is like the first digital art ive made in a billion years #skool really art blocks me its wild #this feelsss unfinished it doesnt feel quite complete but im just sure what else to do with it so here #im scared its BAD but its okay if its bad and i can always redraw it in a year #okay real tag time #art #my art #artwork #digital art #aphverse #aphmau #zane ro'meave #mystreet #aphmau mystreet #zane aphmau #mcyt #sure ill put some aphmau in the mcyt tag

[trentskis]

i suspected that ivan toney might have a gambling addiction but to see it confirmed is so sad. i hope he is offered help and sympathy and that his addiction is seen for what it is, that he's not vilified for it. it never sat right that people made jokes about his situation the second it became known, i hope those who did are taking a moment to reevaluate

#because yeah its mostly on twitter but i saw enough ppl making jokes about it on here too :( #i hope u know better now and consider why u made jokes about it in the first place #ivan toney

[doggirlhen]

What's-a-burger?

girlsbest friend

#anon #ask me shit #in the off chance this is asking what i thought it was asking in the first place: #whataburger is a texas fast food chain im a big fan of #its not the best burger ever made by any means but it holds a special place in my heart and tummy #and the only thing i'll even be joke state prideful about

[apple-os]

ppl who like making friends solely with one-note cardboard boxes who will hang out with them when it's convenient and never open up about who they are as people and what their lives are like dni

#the salt just caught up with me and now im pissed #hi welcome to what i like to call a friendly reminder that hanging out with someone just because its convenient is kind of shitty #and a less friendly reminder that talking about yourself to connect with people is an autistic trait #and an even less friendly reminder that not telling someone if theyve done you wrong and then proceeding to blow up on them is ALSO SHITTY #ESPECIALLY. WHEN. THEY THINK. YOU'RE ON GOOD TERMS. BECAUSE YOU ACTED LIKE IT AND THEY CAN'T READ YOU. #IM REALLY FUCKING MAD #I THINK I HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO BE. #the people who actually somewhat knew me and hung out with me and were on good terms with me think the same #so like BLEH MYEH :PPPPPPPPP #like okay youre entitled to your opinions but sometimes you need to keep those to yourself #did u see me insulting u to ur face #nope i have not done even once #and thats on getting better communication skills instead of lashing out at someone for trying to fit in with your own vibes #like yeah oversharing is my deal. anybody who sees me here knows that #i bond by being open with people about who i am and what i like in the hopes that theyll do the same #if u think im just around for gaming and making silly jokes u would be wrong. #but of course nobody told me people weren't there to bond like that which in my opinion shouldnt be on me #and once again i am outcasted over something honestly kind of fucking stupid #some of the jokes i made were stupid yes but thats solely because i severely misjudged the vibes #and checks notes oh yeah nobody pulled me up for it even once. #okay so let me get this straight you barely know me and have been making assumptions about me since day one #pretty much let me believe you liked me for two whole weeks instead of asking me about things or cutting me off #and im the one who gets treated like im in the wrong? okay #this miscommunication was not my fault in the slightest and i KNOW that #if you hadve just talked to me things would be fine but theyre NOT. #if you hadve just looked at my gosh darn profile and seen im the queerest fucker around making gay and homophobic type jokes maybe you woul #have had half the mind to ask me if i could stop making those jokes!!!!!!!!! #i am not transphobic!!!!!!! I AM TRANS!! I WAS MAKING A MOCKERY OF SOME TRANSPHOBIC CULTURE I HATE!!!! #i mightve vented on main ONE TIME under the guise of a silly joke but oh my god guess what?? that was an attempt to see if anybody related. #you never liked me in the first place dont lie to yourself

[doodlebeeberry]

I dont have that many strong opinions on it but y'know i think eee (particularly the earlier episodes of the season) is a really good example of how comedy and characters built primarily on insecurity and insincerity can really damage audience investment in the story your telling. To me, at least.

#yeah yeah its an object show not a place for proper writers crit blah blah blah i KNOW #but theres this one joke in one episode where the character like. mocks the fact that characters are gonna like. #do character things in that episode. like have character progression or whatever #and i remember having to pause the episode at that bit cause it was just. so not good #it made the episode a slog to watch. if the characters dont care then why should i? #does the writer even care? #it is one of the first things i think of now when i think of that style of insecure comedy #cause it just flopped. so bad. to me. #rambles #in short: idk i just didnt like it much