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lunarbuck · 10 months

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In Our Element (College!Stucky x f!reader)

pairing: college!stucky x f!reader (any race)

wc: 3.4k

summary: A camping trip with your friends leads to more than you bargained for

warnings: friends to lovers, oral (f and m receiving), smut (p in v, p in a), threesome, polyamory, MMF relationship

a/n: thank you @flordeamatista for hyping this fic up and for daydreaming with me <3 i hope you guys enjoy!!

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You practically moan as you toss your backpack to the ground at the top of the bluff. Bucky laughs, following your lead. The camping trip was Steve’s idea, so of course, he didn’t have any trouble with the hike up the bluff or with the heavy backpack. He practically skipped the whole way here.

He gives you a bright smile as he unclips the tent from the bottom of his pack. “You two gonna help me or am I on my own here?” He asks, spreading out the tarp. Bucky rolls his eyes but helps out his friend.

In an effort to be somewhat helpful, you decide to start gathering wood for the fire. Even though your legs feel noodly and it’s way hotter than you thought it would be, you’re still happy to be here. The three of you will start your 4th and final year of college in just a few weeks; it feels surreal.

You’ve known Steve and Bucky since freshman year and it’s crazy to think that at the end of this school year, the three of you won’t necessarily be in the same place anymore. Both the boys will probably get shipped out after graduation and you haven’t quite decided what’s next for you.

It’s not very easy to force yourself to stop thinking about it, but when you haul back your arm full of firewood and see Bucky and Steve bickering about the tent, it all seems to fade away. You dump the wood and dig out a fire pit, trying to remember your firemaking skills from girl scouts.

It takes you a few tries and way more matches than Troupe Leader Nicols would have approved of, but eventually, you have a fire. The boys manage to get the tent up without killing each other, and this place is starting to come together.

“Look at you go, angel.” Bucky starts pulling the food out of his pack, laying it out so he can start cooking. Even though you’ve known him for three years, you haven’t quite gotten used to how tall Bucky is. Steve too, honestly. They’re both built like goddamned brick walls and even when Bucky is sitting beside you, he isn’t even eye level.

Now you won’t beat around the bush. Bucky is incredibly easy on the eyes. Especially with the firelight flickering in his deep blue eyes. His brown hair is swept up off his forehead in a carelessly sexy way that makes you want to scream, but you keep it contained. It’s never been like that between the two of you. He’s always kept his conquests out of your friendship, opting to give you bare-bone details about his casual hookups.

It’s the same with Steve. You watch him as he walks toward the fire, a soft smile on his lips. He’s beautiful, you’ve thought so since the moment you laid eyes on him. He’s always watching out for you, making sure you’re doing okay, checking in. He makes butterflies burst in your heart every time he comes around.

“Thanks for doing this,” Steve says, sitting beside you. Bucky arranges the little tin foil packets on the hot stones, a pleasant smile on his face. “I’m happy the three of us could finally get out here. We’ve been wanting to show you this place for a while.”

Your heart warms at his words. Steve and Bucky are your best friends, they’ve been there for you through all the ups and down college has thrown at you. You’re not sure you would’ve survived without them. Part of you feels guilty for developing feelings for them, for the fact that you want more when they’ve already given you everything.

“I’m glad you invited me,” you reply, nudging Steve with your shoulder. “This is perfect.” The glow from the fire softens his usual sharp, classically charming features, and you feel yourself melt at the sight of them. Behind him, the sun is setting, painting the sky with bright oranges and pinks, and everything feels so… right.

Once the food is warmed up, Bucky passes everything out and you all dig in. Conversation flows easily between the three of you, reminiscing and laughing about the past, and before you know it, the stars are shining in the sky.

“It’s so clear up here,” Bucky mumbles, tilting his chin to stare at the constellations. “Can never see this many stars in the city.” You follow his line of sight and find his eyes tracing the outline of Hercules.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen this many,” you whisper. “It’s beautiful.” Bucky turns, grinning down at you. Suddenly, it feels like there’s no air. The way he’s looking at you sends shivers down your spine.

“You’re beautiful, angel.” Your lips part on a gasp, mind spinning.

“Bucky.” You can barely hear your voice when you speak. He just smirks and flicks his eyes behind you to where Steve is watching silently. You quickly turn to him, heat flooding your body.

“S’mores?” He asks, not appearing fazed by the moment between you and Bucky. You watch him arrange the s’mores materials and hand out sticks to roast marshmallows as if nothing happened.

“Steve, I–” He just smiles and shakes his head a little as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. You shake it off, taking the stick from Steve and roasting a marshmallow. You stare at the flames, feeling off-kilter from the heated moment with Bucky. You don’t want to hurt Steve, you care so much about him. You couldn’t ever pick between the two of them, your feelings equally strong for both men. You don’t want him to feel like you’ve chosen Bucky over him.

Before your marshmallow has a chance to light on fire, you pull it away from the flames and make your s’more. The chocolate melts in your mouth and you grin; s’mores could probably solve all your problems.

You feel fingers turning your chin and suddenly you’re back face-to-face with Bucky. “You’ve got a little somethin’ here, angel,” he whispers. His thumb gently rubs against the corner of your mouth as he slowly leans toward you. When he’s just inches away, his lips tip up into his signature smirk, before closing the distance and pressing a kiss to your lips. He’s kissing you softly, but there’s so much passion in it. Bucky’s hand cups your face while his metal fingers rest on your waist, holding you steady.

You lean into his kiss, head buzzing. You’ve wanted this for years, since the first time you met him, and now it’s happening. But you can’t forget that Steve is beside you, watching. Watching his best friend kiss you right in front of him. That’s what makes you pull away.

“So fuckin’ sweet,” Bucky says, thumb tracing over your lips.

“Language.” Steve’s scolding tone is also a teasing one, and you turn to find him watching you and Bucky with hooded eyes. He reaches out, placing a hand on your leg. His palm is warm against your skin but you still shiver at that contact.

“Stevie,” you whisper. He nods, shifting closer until he can lean his forehead against yours.

“You’re beautiful, angel.” When he kisses you, he tastes sweet like the s’more and smells smokey from the fire. His hand rests on your hip opposite from where Bucky’s is, and the feeling of both of them touching you at the same time sends you spinning. Never, in any of the scenarios you’d thought up did they both want you, let alone at the same time. Sure, you’ve fantasized about it, dreamed about it, but you didn’t think it’d ever happen.

Bucky’s hands find your shoulders, grazing your neck. You feel him lean down and press his lips to the sensitive spot beneath your jaw and you groan into Steve’s kiss. Heat builds between the three of you, a sense of urgency you’ve never felt before.

“You’re perfect,” Bucky says into your skin, sucking gentle marks in places that make you see stars. “Our perfect little angel.” Steve pulls away, placing a gentle kiss on your nose, and you look between the two men, stunned.

“I never thought…” your voice fades as you lose yourself in both of them.

“Never thought what?” Steve prompts, trailing across your face.

“Never thought that you two would feel this way for me.” Bucky chuckles, still pouring his attention into your neck.

“We’ve never met a girl like you, angel,” Bucky tells you, and you truly believe it. “You’ve been ours since you met us, we’ve just been waiting for you to realize it.” Your heart slams in your chest so hard you swear it’s going to burst right out.

“How do you feel?” Steve asks, holding your face in his big, warm hands. “Is this okay?” You nod quickly, earning you a laugh from both men.

“I feel like I’m floating,” you reply. Four hands move over your body, feeling every inch of you. Two sets of lips kiss you, taste you, and unravel you. Bucky adjusts you so you’re able to lean back against him and Steve moves with you, not letting you go for even a moment. Sandwiched between the two mountain-like men, you’ve never felt safer, never felt better.

When they pull away, both men help you stand. You have to crane your neck to keep eye contact, but it’s worth it to see them both smiling happily at you.

“Angel,” Bucky says, turning your head with two fingers. You love that nickname. You don’t remember where it came from, you used to roll your eyes at it, but you’ve always loved it. Especially when Bucky says it like that. “We can stop if you want to, we don’t want you to feel pressure to do anything you don’t want to. Okay?”

“What if I want it all?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Then we’ll give it to you,” Steve answers. He guides you toward him, hooking his fingers in the hem of your shirt before tugging it off you. You shiver in the night air, but Bucky is quick to warm you up, his lips finding your shoulder.

Steve works your shorts off next, helping you step out of them. In just your panties and bra, you should feel exposed, but you don’t. Steve and Bucky make you feel beautiful, they make you feel strong. Steve admires you for a moment, bright blue eyes trailing over your body appreciatively. Then, he turns you to face Bucky.

“I’ve been waiting so long for this, angel,” he whispers, leaning in and kissing you. His metal fingers are cold against your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

Behind you, Steve steps in close, tracing his fingers along your back. The shapes he draws are followed by his lips. It takes you a moment, but you realize he’s drawing the constellations on your back, kissing the stars into your skin.

Both of the men kneel and Steve unclasps your bra. Bucky instantly wraps his lips around one of your nipples, taking your other breast into his hand. Steve watches from over your shoulder, breathing heavily as he takes in the sight of Bucky worshiping you. His hands trace down your torso, finding the waistband of your panties and dragging them down your legs. You gasp, one hand burying itself in Bucky’s hair, the other reaching back to hold onto Steve.

Steve’s fingers slide up your legs before his right hand reaches the crux of your thighs. His other hand anchors in Bucky’s hair, tugging it lightly. You’re desperate for him; for them, and you know he can feel it. His fingers slide against you, knocking your clit with each pass. “You’re so wet,” he tells you, sliding a finger inside of you. “So wet for us, angel.”

Bucky groans against your nipple before pulling away to watch Steve finger you. “Fuck, Steve,” he grumbles, resing his forehead against your sternum. “I know, language.” Steve chuckles by your ear, adding a second finger. He picks up his pace, hitting a spot inside of you that makes your head go fuzzy. Your knees wobble, and Bucky holds them, not letting you fall.

“Why don’t we take this to the tent, Buck,” Steve suggests. The other man nods, and a second later, he scoops you into his arms. Steve helps the two of you settle the tent after putting out the fire, and once you’re laying down between the two of them, they’re back on you.

Bucky slides down between your legs, tongue running over your pussy like he’s starving, while Steve’s tongue laves your breasts. Bucky works you back to the point Steve had gotten you to, the band in your belly ready to snap. Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging him to where you want him, and as he works tight circles over your clit, you come apart, shaking in his and Steve’s arms.

“So perfect, angel, so perfect,” Bucky whispers against your clit. “Gimme another one, come on.” He slides two fingers inside of you, stretching you while he tastes you. You’re sensitive since you just came, but Bucky is quick to soothe any ache you feel. Steve sucks marks across your breasts and neck, ones that you’re so happy to wear, and you come again just thinking about it.

“Please, please,” you moan, gently guiding Bucky’s face away from your pussy.

“Tell us what you want,” Steve tells you, kissing your cheek. You glance between him and Bucky, who is still resting between your thighs, and feel a renewed heat in your belly.

“I want both of you.” Bucky raises an eyebrow, urging you to continue. “I want both of you at the same time.” Steve and Bucky exchange a glance, and for a moment, you worry you’ve suggested the wrong thing. “Or, or not, I’m sorry I didn’t mean–”

“Angel,” Bucky says, nipping at your inner thigh. “That was the perfect suggestion.”

“Really?” You look at Steve for confirmation, unable to wipe the grin from your face.

“Really,” he replies. “We’ve been wanting that since we both realized we had feelings for you. We talk about it all the time, what we’d do to you, what you’d sound like.” Your mind floods with downright pornographic images of those conversations until Steve and Bucky pull you back to the real world.

“If you’re gonna take us we’re gonna have to get you ready,” Bucky says, shifting onto his knees. He slides his hands over your legs, but his eyes are on Steve. “You just gonna stare, Stevie? Or are you gonna do something?” Steve does his best to maneuver over to Bucky, and when he’s between your legs too, he strips Bucky out of his shirt and works his pants down too. Bucky strips Steve next, and before you know it, they’re both naked. You can’t take your eyes off of them, off of their perfectly sculpted bodies.

Bucky tugs Steve into a bruising kiss, both men melting into each other. They fit perfectly together, feeding off one another in a way you’ve never seen before. It’s beautiful. When they pull apart, they’re both panting. They turn to you next, lust filling their eyes.

Steve sinks lower and Bucky slides two fingers inside of you. Bucky moans as Steve takes his dick into his mouth. You prop yourself up on your elbows so you can watch. You’ve never had voyeuristic tendencies before, but these men bring out a new side of you.

Bucky smirks, one hand working you, the other hand cupping Steve’s head. He looks completely in his element. Bucky’s fingers scissor inside of you, stretching you out, but seeing how big he and Steve are, you aren’t sure any amount of preparation will be enough.

When Bucky decides you’re ready, he moves, pulling Steve off of him. Steve’s face is flushed, but he grins as he positions himself between your legs. He lines himself up with your pussy and notches the head of his dick at your entrance. You press your lips to his, moaning into the kiss as he presses inside of you. He’s stretching you more than Bucky’s fingers, but it feels so incredible.

“Oh my god, angel,” he moans, wrapping his arms around you. ”You’re so tight, squeezing me so good.” Bucky lays down beside you, hand sliding down to where Steve is fucking you. He circles your clit slowly in contrast to the pace Steve is setting.

“Doesn’t he feel good?” Bucky whispers into your ear, sliding his fingers lower, slipping one inside of you with Steve’s dick. You jolt at the feeling, but Steve kisses you sweetly, nipping at your lower lip. “His cock is perfect, isn’t it, angel? Hitting all the right spots, huh?”

“Shit, yes,” you moan, your head lolling back as Steve fucks you. “It feels so good.” Steve and Bucky seem to be communicating telepathically, because they keep moving in sync. Steve will shift, Bucky will move with him. They play your body like a fiddle, like they know you better than you know yourself.

Eventually, they manage to get Steve below you with you on top, riding him. He’s even deeper this way, hitting spots inside of you that you didn’t know existed. Bucky sits behind you, sliding his hands all over you, kissing you everywhere.

“You ready for the next step?” Bucky asks, sinking his teeth into your shoulder.

“Yes, yes, please,” you whimper. You’ve been on edge for a while, everytime you get close to coming Steve slows down, not letting you finish. Bucky rustles through a bag and you hear a click before you feel one of his fingers, slick and warm, pass over your ass. You shiver at the feeling but keep grinding against Steve.

Bucky works his finger inside of you, and even just the feeling of his finger in your ass coupled with Steve’s dick makes the band in your belly snap. You come on a groan, leaning back against Bucky’s chest. Once you’re relaxed, he adds a second finger. You feel like you’re going to explode. Bucky keeps working you, keeps stretching you, all the while whispering in your ear.

“So perfect for us, angel, so good. You squeezin’ my fingers so tight, squeezing Stevie so good.” After he feels you’re ready, you feel him pull away. Next, his lubed cock presses against your ass and you stifle a groan. Bucky runs his hands over you soothingly before he presses inside of you.

Steve moans loudly from below you, gripping your hips tightly. “Oh my god, Bucky, she’s so much tighter now.” You whimper as they start to move in tandem, stretching you to your limit.

“Come on, Stevie, show her how much you want her,” Bucky goads as he tweaks your nipples. Steve bucks below you, fucking into you faster. Your eyes roll back, your head falls onto Bucky’s shoulder, and all you can do is take it. Bucky presses in deeper, fucking you at an agonizing pace.

“God, angel, you feel so good. You’re perfect, so beautiful.” He whimpers the words, and you can tell he’s getting close. You run your hands along his chest, scraping him lightly with your nails, and he comes on a loud moan. Bucky keeps thrusting into you, making a sensitive Steve whine, but he comes soon after, filling you.

The three of you lay in an exhausted, sexed-out heap, breathing heavily. You’re blissed out between the two of them, loving how even though they’re about to pass out, they’re still caressing you; still holding you.

“I should go get something to clean us up,” Steve says, moving to sit up, but you grab him and pull him back down, tugging him into your chest.

“Not yet,” you whisper. Bucky joins your cuddle heap despite the heat coming off everyone’s bodies. “Just stay here with me.”

When setting up the tent, Bucky and Steve had opted to keep the rain fly off since it’s not supposed to rain, so you can see the stars through the mesh top of the tent. After a few moments of sated silence, you speak again. “Is this real?”

“Of course it’s real, angel,” Bucky replies, squeezing one of your hands. “Our feelings for you are real. This is real.”

“Your feelings for us are real, right?” Steve asks, lacing his fingers with your other hand.

“Of course.”

“Then it’s real,” Steve says. “We care about you so much, angel, and we want this to work out. Real.”

Eventually, you let Steve get you cleaned up. The three of you fall asleep in a tangled mess, but you couldn’t be happier. Tonight was perfect, this trip, these men, everything. Absolutely perfect.

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Meet Me at Our Spot

L. Hughes

synopsis: You’ve known Luke since you were young. Both your family’s had lake houses on Lake Michigan and over the years you and Luke shared a secret get away on the lake near your houses. As you’ve gotten older it hadn’t been in use until now.

warnings: none. very fluffy.

pairings: Luke Hughes x fem!reader

authors note: this is my first tumblr fic. my apologies if it’s not put together properly or written well. I also have no idea how Lake Michigan laws work and the geography of it so let’s just imagine these things happened. Also this is quite slow burn and I took forever to get to the point so sorry about that.

The past two summers weren’t like normal ones at the lake house. Covid had made it really difficult to see all my friends on the lake including the Hughes. Even though their house is just on the other side of the clump of trees by our house we still weren’t able to see each other. Lake patrol would fien us for whatever reason. Covid caused me and my brother to grow away from the Hughes brothers so who knew if this summer will even be worth it. I’m 18 and finally moving so I’ll at least attempt to make it good.

“Y/N go grab the dogs bed from the car” my mom yelled at me from the bottom of our stairs. “Poor puppy is sleeping on the hard floor” she said while petting his head. I just rolled my eyes. I could hear a car coming down the road as I stepped down the porch, a loud one. I seen it drive by, I white Ford Bronco. I put two and two together and realized it was Jacks new vehicle I seen it all over Instagram, girls ogling over how he’s a car guy and that’s the hottest thing they’ve ever seen.

“That means the boys are going to be here” I thought to myself. I haven’t seen them in forever, we kind of keep touch over Snapchat and stuff but that’s it.

“Mom! Have you heard from Ellen recently??” I yelled across the house towards the kitchen.

“Hughes?” My mom asked surprised. “Yes she mentioned her and the boys are out this months, Jim had work in Toronto so he won’t be here for a few weeks”

“Okay… well are we going to see them at all” I asked with a pleading smile.

“Y/N you’re 18, all those boys are also older then 18, as well as your brother. Each of you are capable of making plans without me and Ellen” my mom lectured while preparing some sort of charcuterie board.

“Okay but it’s better when you and El make the plans” I whine while stealing some cheese. “You guys have the best plans”

“I’ll talk to her tonight, let them settle in” she answers. I was slightly satisfied with that answer but still needed to debrief before I spoke to any of them.

I decided to go outside and hike around my old “stomping ground”. A little patch of forest between my family’s property and the Hughes property. That’s when I fell upon me and Luke’s tree house. I hadn’t seen it in years, let alone been inside. I decided to go inside, everything left how it was since the last time I was in there when I was 13 and Luke was 14. We had snuck two beers in here then, thinking we were so cool. The cans sat on the desk next to the rocks we painted when we were in elementary. I sat in the hammock that hung from two rafters, still sturdy like before. I swung for a second until I heard rustling outside, I peered through the plaid curtains. There he was, Luke. He looked really good, but still same old Luke. I didn’t want him to think I was watching I snuck back in and began to swing again. The hammock creaking the rafters. That’s when I heard someone start climbing the ladder. Then a head of curly hair appeared in the window making its way to the door. He didn’t see me at first until peering around the door.

“Hi.” I said in a small voice. He just stood there staring at me. Mouth slightly parting.

“Hi.” He said sweetly. I could see his shoulders relax.

“It’s been awhile” I said quietly again.

“You could say that” he said sarcastically. “It’s been forever… you uhh… look so much older” he said with a genuine smile on his face.

“That would make sense, last time I saw you I was 16 Luke.” I say laughing. The last time we seen each other was at the grocery store in town. We both had masks on and couldn’t go near each other but our moms still talked each others ears off of course.

“I couldn’t even see your face that time” he laughed. I just responded with a small laugh looking away at the cans on the desk. “Last time we were in here we thought we were so cool” he said while picking up one of the cans.

“Yeah, that night was so much fun tho. It’s like we knew it would be the last time till now” I said grabbing the other can. That night we had slowly drank the beers while listening to music and fooling around. That night Luke gave me my first kiss. As I said before, it’s like I knew I wouldn’t see him in person for a long time.

“Yeah” he said, I could see blush run over his face. I knew the memory of the kiss came back to him. “Remember playing truth or dare?” He asked.

“Of course! I was the best at it” I say flipping my hair.

“No you weren’t.” He says smiling. “You passed on so many dares, you only won at truths.”

“Nuh uh! Remember when you made me climb to the top of the tree and I almost died?!” I exclaimed.

“Okay okay, but I got the most difficult dares” he said pretending to kick dust on the ground.

“Oh so kissing me was difficult for you?” I asked pretending to act offended.

“No. That’s not what I meant” he said with a smirk. Looking at me with his pretty hazel eyes. Ever since we were little he’d look at me with pleading puppy eyes. Didn’t matter the situation he just did. I folded every time.

“Mhm” I say rolling my eyes and looking away.

“So… what have you been up to?” he asked sitting on the floor in front of me playing with little car that was left in here.

“Well I was in school but now it’s summer so nothing” I say watching him closely as he grows infatuated with the car on the floor.

“You were going to school in Vermont right?” He asked looking up at me sitting on the hammock.

“Yeah” I say quietly. Deep down I wish I went to Michigan with him. My phone lit up, a text from my mom saying dinner is ready. I felt like a kid again with that sort of text. Having to put this time with Luke to halt because of it. “My mom says my dinners ready” I say with a small laugh. I debated inviting him.

“Okay I’ll stay here for a while longer” he said standing up from his spot. We both stood facing each other. And in a split second I found myself wrapping my arms around him. He was significantly taller than me now so my face went right into his chest. I felt his arms wrap around my upper half. “I missed you” he whispered. Butterflies shot through my stomach. I looked up at him.

“I missed you to Lu” I whispered back. A smile tugging at my lips. I pulled away and backed away to the door so I could look at him as I walked out. He followed just until I reached the ladder. “You can come with me if you’d like, my mom would be ecstatic to see you” I called up the ladder.

“Later tonight I think we’re all meeting up” he called. “I’ll see you guys all later”

“Okay” I pouted. As I walked away I blew him a sarcastic kiss. He just shook his head with the biggest smile and went back in the tree house.

“I seen Luke on my walk” I said at the dinner table.

“Oh good how’s he doing?” My mom asked. My dad wasn’t going to be up for a few weeks, if he was he’d be giving me a side eye.

“Good I think, we didn’t talk much just sat in our tree house” I said with another cheesy smile.

“Well we’re having a campfire with them later on our beach anyways so maybe you can catch up more then” my mom said, she looked at me waiting for my excitement to take over me. I tried acting nonchalantly but it didn’t work. My brother looked at me like I was stupid.

I carried the s’mores essentials down, my brother carried the chairs, and my mom carried a bottle of wine for her and El.

We sat for a couple minutes when we heard them approaching through the trees. Each of us got up and greeted them. Jack and Quinn squeezed me so hard I almost suffocated.

“You better not hug me like that” I said smiling at Luke. He grabbed me and squeezed me harder than the other two did. I pushed him off and ran from him down the dock, he chased me.

“They’re right back where they left off” I heard Jack say.

“Of course they are!” Ellen said, “I swear they’re soulmates”

Luke finally grabbed me and picked me up from behind spinning me around.

“The water looks really nice huh? I know you love swimming” he taunted, pretending to almost throw me in.

“Luke don’t you dare!” I screamed. He put me down but he shouldn’t have put me down while standing at the edge of the dock. I inched closer to him slowly. He grew nervous, I seen pink rush over his face. I put my hand on his shoulders and he reached out for my waist but before he could reach I pushed him in the lake. His head came out of the water, I could see his cheeky smile grow but then leave. He stuck his hand out for help up the dock but instead of climbing out he dragged me in.

“You jerk!” I yelled.

“You started it” he said swimming closer to me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he put his arms around my waist. This wasn’t out of the ordinary for us. We could both touch here but that didn’t stop me from wrapping my legs around him. He held me close, I put my head in the crook of his neck. The sun was setting in front of us. “Pretty” he whispered.

“Yeah you are” I giggled looking at him.

“I was talking about the sunset” he said rolling his eyes cheekily. “But you know me and the sunset aren’t the only pretty things here” he whispered in my ear. My face grew red and I pulled back from his shoulder to look at him with a flabbergasted look. “What?” He said nonchalantly, acting like he didn’t just say that. We heard footsteps coming down the dock.

“See I told you they were still over here” Quinn said to Jack and my brother while peering down at us. “Shit my bad guys!” He says covering his walking away. “Was not expecting this to happen this fast”

“This?” Luke questioned.

“Nothing” Quinn said with a suspicious smile while side eyeing Jack and my brother. They all laughed.

“Would you guys stop acting all weird and just get in?” I said pulling away from Luke and swimming out further.

The night went on, all of us swimming in our day clothes under the moonlight.

It was about 2am when I heard my my phone ring.

“Hello” I groggily say.

“I can’t sleep”

It’s luke.

“Are you serious Luke??”

“Meet me at the tree house” he says and hangs up.

Although I was so tired I got up and snuck out the back door into the woods. He sat at the top of the ladder smiling with a juice box in his hand. The only light around us was the moon.

“You can’t sleep so you keep yourself awake longer by sneaking out to your childhood tree house? Makes sense” I say sarcastically.

“Hey you didn’t have to come out here” he said jokingly.

“Shut up”

I climbed up the ladder, Luke just stood at the top. Once I got up he just kept standing there, I decided to just walk past him inside. He followed me in.

“Truth or dare?” He asked me.

“Absolutely not”

“Why?” He asked. I just stared at him.

“Truth.”

He stood dumbfounded for a second. “Have you kissed any other guy”

“Yes.”

“Who?” He asked, I could see his expression grow slightly jealous.

“Hey! Only one questions per truth” I say. “Truth or Dare” i ask.

“Truth”

I roll my eyes. “Have you kissed another girl?”

“Yeah” he said, slightly ashamed for whatever reason. We went back and forth with truths for what seemed like forever. Every time he was just getting more and more about my love life out of me.

“Truth or dare” he said

I just stared at him blankly. “Dare.”

A smile grew on his face.

“Kiss me” he said quietly while inching towards me. My face turned bright red. The truth is I had only kissed one other boy. My ex boyfriend who had cheated on me and that was over a year ago.

“Luke…” I say staring into his pretty eyes. He turned away.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that, that was way to fast-

I leaned in and kissed him. Although we were 18 and 19 this felt like such a little kid experience. Like we shouldn’t be doing this.

That kiss only lasted a second but the second one after both leaning in again was long and desperate but sweet. We were both still standing in the middle of the tree house. His hands met the sides of my face and my arms went around his neck lightly tugging at his curls. Our lips over lapping and moving in sync, his nose kept brushing the spot next to mine, slightly cold. When I pulled away I looked up at him into his eyes.

“Hi” he said sweetly with a big smile on his face.

“Hi” I say crinkling my nose.

He leaned down and kissed my forehead. I leaned into his chest again.

•Luke was one of those boys who was so incredibly beautiful. He was made like one of those Greek statues. Broad yet elegant, strong yet gentle. His nose curved and shaped so perfectly, curls falling differently every second, yet perfect every time. He was still and slim yet had the perfect amount of muscle. I hope he knows how beautiful he is. His eyes begging the perfect mix of brown and green, shaped so perfectly, his lashes were whisky and long. One of my favourite parts of him though are his hands, and not in a kinky way. They’re just so slender yet strong looking. Each vein making its way down his wrists perfectly.•

I pulled away from him and grabbed his hands just to analyze them. Measuring them with mine then interlocking our fingers. And looking up at him. He just smiled.

I woke up the next morning with the sun on my face. I rolled over to run away but when I did I ran into Luke peacefully sleeping on his stomach. Lips pouting and slightly parted. Eye lashes splayed across his skin. His curls fell over his face making a curtain to block his eyes from the sun. His arms were tucked under the pillow on each side of his head his back upper back displayed in the sun. I ran my fingers down his bare spine and back up. He had little freckles all over his back that looked like stars. I leaned down peppered kisses all over his back, I felt him slightly shift then heard a hum come from his lips.

“Good morning” I whispered into his ear. A smile grew on his face.

“Morning” he whispered back. His eyes still closed.

I looked back over to his back. His muscles slightly flexed from the position of his arms. I leaned back down to his ear letting my lips touch him.

“You’re pretty” I whispered. And just like that I was now trapped in his arms.

Who knew we’d be closer then we ever have been before.

#Spotify #luke hughes #fluff #nj devils #lukey pookie

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shelfwar · 2 years

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Maverick X Reader ~Can we try again?~

Warnings:Angst, slight smut, curse words, fluff 18+

You and Pete were best friends growing up, like y'all did everything together to the point he became part of your family and you became part of his family. You could even remember the day you two met, it was the first day of kindergarten and you were the new girl at the school. You had stumbled up to the bus stop you were assigned to, and waited for the bus along with some other kids twice your age.

When you spotted the yellow bus everyone lined up, but of course the older kids pushed and shoved you to the back of the line. Once it was your turn to climb up the stairs you nervously asked the bus driver if this was going to Beaver elementary school. The driver nodded yes as you made your way onto the bus, instantly kids moved to the outside of the seats making it harder for you to find one, until one kid didn't.

He had raven black hair with piercing green eyes, he also had on a airforce one shirt and a pair of blue jeans. So you plopped down next to the boy, which he greeted you with a big toothy smile. "I'm Pete, what's your name?" "I'm uh, y/n." "Well nice to meet you. I'm assuming your new right?" "Yeah." You whispered as you looked down at your backpack. "I can show you to your classroom if you would like y/n?" "Uh okay." "Awesome!" He chuckled as you did to.

By the time high school rolled around it was obvious to everyone that you were a couple, but in reality you weren't you were just good friends. In fact the two of you were crowned homecoming king and queen your senior year. But before the two of you could even graduate bad news had struck you, you'd have to move to California because of your father's job.

So here you both are in the middle of the woods hiking. "Pete?" "Yeah, y/n?" Pete stopped dead in his tracks as he looked at your worried face. "Y/n, what's wrong?" "Me-me and my family are moving." You sobbed as he held you close. "Hey is thats a good thing, right?" "No Pete, I'm moving to California." "What" Pete whispered softly. "I'm sorry, it-it wasn't my idea" "Shh, it's okay." "No it's not Pete! Your my best-" Pete cut you off in with a hard kiss before breaking it.

"Pete" "I know it's not your fault and I just thought that if I kissed you, you'd-" This time it was you who cut him off in a kiss.

That was 5 years ago, when you both confessed your feelings for each other with a kiss. So here you are working on the Top Gun planes that the aviators will be flying here in 2 days. The commanding officer Viper walked onto the hanger letting out a low whistle. "Miss y/l/n are these jets in tip top shape?" Viper said as he touched the jet. "Ah yes sir, just putting on the last nut." "Okay, thank you y/n for all of the overtime." "Your welcome sir!" You saluted to him before he left the hanger.

That afternoon, you sat on your porch and watched as all of the new pilots made there way to there new homes for the next couple of months. As you were watching you noticed a very familer set of black hair in the distance, no it can't be you thought as the man shut the door behind him, as another man did to. "Pete?"

The next morning you had a written letter on your door step from Viper stating that you had to show up to the first day of class. So that morning you arrived at work a tad bit early from everyone else because you wanted the planes to be in tip top shape as Viper said. So you placed your aviators on and you made your way to the hanger were the class would be held in.

When you arrived Viper and the rest of the commanding officers were standing in front so that the class would face them. So you took a deep breath and walked down the isle whilst being introduced. "Ah, here she is our head plane mechanic y/f/n. She will be your go to gal if you notice anything off, I mean anything off with your aircraft, you will report it to her."

When you got up to the group you nodded your head and faced the whole class, while taking off your sunglasses. "Hello, and welcome! I'm y/n your lead mechanic. If you notice anything I mean anything don't be afraid to swing by my area." You smiled as you scanned the room, but someone familiar once again caught your eye. It was Pete Mitchell.

Pete looked your way, as his eyes grew wide with surprise as the man next to him tried to get his attention back. "Alright pilots! I expect you here right away in the morning for our first training! Class dismissed."

"I see someone eyeing you up." Charlotte the other flight instructor said as the pilots got up and left the hanger.

"What's his name?" You asked not taking your eyes off of him."Pete "Maverick Mitchell, why?" "Oh just wondering." You said as you walked away from Charlotte so you could work on your personal plane. Once you arrived you shed off your jumpsuit and was left with a army green shirt with bleach washed jeans. You walked over to your radio and turned it to country. After that you walked over to your piper cub and started it up, just to hear if it needed some well needed tuning to the engine.

Once you were satisfied with the way it sounded you killed the engine and checked the tire pressure, instantly you heard a low hiss coming from one of the front tires. So you walked over to your work bench and got out the supplies that you needed to repair the flat tire. "So your our head mechanic I saw this morning!" You look up to see 2 two men still dressed in there flight suits. One had frosted blonde tips as for the other man he was oddly tall.

"Uh, yeah I'm your mechanic. What can I do for you fellas?" "We just wanted to get to know the base, you know?" The blonde one said. "Uh, okay. I'm y/n aka Leaf." "You fly?" "Of course, why would I be fixing up the Piper huh?" "Explains enough. I'm Ron "Slider" Kerner." "Howdy." "And I'm Tom "Iceman" Kazansky." "Noice, now if you don't mind I'm going to be tinkering around." "Ok, then. We will get going." "Bye Leaf" "Bye Iceman, Bye Slider."

You waved goodbye to the pilots as you went back to work. After a while you went over to your work bench and placed all your tools in the right spot before heading back home.

Once you got home you hopped into the shower, and got changed so you could go to the local bar. Once satisfied with your look, you wandered down to the beach bar. In the distance you could smell burgers, booze and cigarettes as you got closer to the bar.

Once there you opened the doors and found a empty stool at the bar. "Hey, Leaf what can I get you?" "You know the usual." You sighed as you dug out a 20 from your pocket. "Alright one rum and coke coming up." "Thanks, Garrett." "Anytime my dear." Garrett handed you your drink beneath a coaster with the bars logo on it.

You started to look around as you saw many pilots with there whites on, then you saw Iceman and Slider with Pete and his friend. So you picked up your drink and made it there way. "Hey, Ice and Slider." "Hey, if it isn't Leaf!" "Hi guys" "Oh, this is Goose or Nick Bradshaw." Slider said as he pointed to a man next to Pete. "And this is Pete "Maverick"-" "Mitchell" You finished Sliders sentence. "Holy shit." You heard Goose say as he stared at you.

"Wait, your the girl Mav keeps on explaining to me. How did you to-" "We grew up together." Maverick said as he stared at you. As he stared at you another memory came flooding back to you.

"Pete" "Hm." Pete hummed as he held your naked body close to his, under the covers. "I'm gonna miss you Pete." He sighed before he leaned on his elbow looking down at your tired face. "I know I'm gonna miss you to baby." "I'm sorry Pete this whole moving had to happen." "Hey it isn't your fault love, your dad found a better job to keep a roof over your heads." "I know, Pete." "I love you." "He whispered as he cradled your face with his hand. "Pete I love you to." Pete leaned down and gently placed a kiss on your lips before getting up to help you put on some clothes before he did to.

After that he crawled back into the bed with you and cuddled you from behind. "Pete?" "Yeah, love" "I'm scared for this next chapter in my life in California. A country girl going to the big city. It doesn’t have a ring to it." "I'm sure you'll be fine baby, remember I'm a call away." "I know." You said as you kissed his knuckles.

Once you moved away Pete and you would talk almost every day but then he stopped calling. During that time you thought he broke up with you, but later it did confirm in a letter from him stating that the navy owns his ass now and he needed to brake up with you. You still remember that letter and how it was crinkled into your fist as you cried and cried, that the fact you lost your best friend to the navy. In fact you framed that letter and hung in your room as a daily reminder to keep on moving through the break up.

"So wait, a second Mav and you were friends!" "We were!" You snarked at Goose. "Listen it's been a long day/night I can't deal with this shit right now." You said as you tried to hide your sadness. "I'm sorry" Was all you heard from Pete as you walked away from the trio.

You walked up to Iceman and his RIO and just stood there. "Leaf, you good?" Slider asked as he hit the pool stick. "Yeah, just. It's Maverick." "What the hell did that punk do?" Iceman said very protectively as you jumped a bit. "We had a past." You whispered loud enough so only those two could hear. "You two had a past together?" "Yeah. We were best friends until he broke up with me 3 years ago." "Aw Leaf, it's okay!" "I know, I'm being a baby." "No, your fine I've had some relationships like that. Trust us your not the only one."

"Awe thanks Ice!" You said playfully. After an hour of getting to know the trio you decided it was time to head back home although you only had one drink. "See ya later guys!" "By Leaf." You started your way our of the bar when you felt a hand on your shoulder. "Y/n, can I talk to you?" You turned around on your heels and saw Pete standing there. "Go away Maverick, I don't wanna hear your excuses of me and you. I know it was all my fault so just drop it."

You hissed at him as you continued your way out of the bar and to the outside. Once you got out there you let out a sigh and started your way home. That night you didn't sleep for shit, all you could think of was Pete's face and how he really cared for you when you two were dating. Hell you remember when you had your first panic attack in front of him. At first he was ever loving confused but as you started to studder profanities about how you looked or why should he be dating you. He instantly took you into his arms as you shuddered in his embrace. "Hey, hey it's okay. You are human and a wonderful one to be exact. I love everything about you y/n. And screw the rest of them questioning my decision to be with you."

The next morning you grabbed the coffee grounds and put it into the coffee maker and waited for the best caffeine in the world. Whille waiting you made breakfast and got dressed for the day. Once your coffee was done you just grabbed the whole coffee jug from the maker and made your way down to work.

When you arrived you placed your backpack on your chair as you drank big gulps of the hot liquid, before opening up the big hanger doors to let the breeze fill the room. "Y/n?" You looked in the direction of the voice to see Pete in his flight suit along with his helmet in one of his hands. "Maverick, what do you want?" You scoffed as you picked up the coffee jug and drank from it. "You still do that?" He questioned as he moved closer to me. "Yeah, I do. Why are you here?" "What do you mean?" "What I mean, is why are you here in my hanger?"

He let out a sigh before speaking. "Because I want to explain everything." "Oh you already did Maverick." You said as you moved over to your desk. "No- no I didn't y/n. Jesus it hurt for me to write that fucking letter, it torn me to pieces because you were thousands of miles from me! I wanted you right there to say goodbye to me, tell me to come home to besides my parents. I missed you, I missed us."

You felt a tear roll down your cheek as you looked at your wall of pictures, there hung a picture of you and Pete at graduation. "Mav-" "I know your upset with me, but you were the one who technically left me." "Left you?!? Maverick I had no choice!" "I know, and and." "And what Pete." You said as you swiveled in your chair, as you did that his eyes widen.

"What did the fucking Navy steal my boyfriends heart cause I think it did Pete." "It wasn't the navy's fault!" "Then who's fault is it Pete?" "Ours because we went on our separate ways in life " "mine wasn't controlled Pete! Yours was!" By now you were angry crying. "Listen, I knew were I was gonna be stationed at, it was near March air force base and damn well I was gonna try to find you."

"I was so desperate to find you y/n, but after a while I gave up." Pete got down on his knees so he could face you, as he took your hands in his. "I'm sorry that we broke up and I'm sorry this all happened but I wanna give us a second chance, what do you say Leaf?" You looked up at him with a grin before you pulled him into a much needed hug.

When you broke the hug Pete leaned in as both of your lips clashed together in a very passionate kiss. You felt him grab your hips before placing you safely in his lap as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "MAV WERE ARE YOU, WE'RE GONNA- oh." You both broke the kiss as you heard Goose walk into the hanger. "Oh thats right, sorry Leaf." Maverick helped you back up on your feet as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

"You two can explain later. Come on Mav!" By now Goose was dragging Maverick out of the hanger. "Bye Mav bye Goose." You waved as your boyfriend and Goose walked or you should say run to class

#this man is hot #tom cruise x reader #maverick x reader #maverick imagine #pete maverick mitchell #top gun maverick #angst #fluff #some smut

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marymary-diva17 · 5 months

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Decorate for the holidays (modern au)

sully family x reader x tonowari family

The house was living today as Christmas music plays, in the house that fits well with the mood snd what was taking place today. As a mother and her children were at home today, decorating the house of the holidays. Everyone seem to be doing their part when it came to making, the home welcoming for the up coming holidays. The holidays were always something that part this family together, and one of the fun things to do was decorating the home for the holidays.

Y/n “ okay kids we have to get the home ready for the holidays, and that mean us getting the inside ready”

neteyam “ what about the outside mama”

y/n “ we will deal with that when your dad and baba get home from work”

Kiri “ are mom and mother okay with us doing this”

y/n “ yes they are fine with us getting the home ready, as along we use their decorations as well leaving them the front porch” the kids had soon nodded their heads at your words.

y/n “ okay so we can either works a big team or spilt up”

neteyam “ I want to work with Ao’nung we can place the higher decorations mama”

Ao’nung “ yes” the two boys had high five each other making their siblings laugh as well. The boys always loved putting the higher decorations up for the family, as it allowed them to place them at a good height and where they will be perfect.

Rotox “ I’m teaming up with loak again this year”

loak “ cool bro we can place up all the floor decorations" rotxo and lo'ak always loved setting up the decorations, and always seem to make them do something that was funny or wholesome.

Kiri “ I’m going to work with tsireya we call the staircase agian this year” the girls always seem to make a the staircase look beautiful very December, and it soon become their thing to do.

y/n " okay and tuk it seems like you are with me again this year, and you know what that means"

tuk " we can decorate the tree and the family room together, and even the kitchen"

y/n " that right my girl"

Y/n “ well kids let get started and you can do any decorating without music”

Tsireya “ yeah holiday music” you soon started the music as everyone got ready to decorate the home. The kids were having a good time dancing with the music. None of your seem to noticed that someone has arrived home.

???? “ hey are are home and it seems like we are missing a party”

The kids “ dad” soon jake had stepped into the living room, looking at the kids and you having a good time.

Y/n “ hey welcome home honey I thought you were stuck at work today”

Jake “ well it was a slow day and we were allowed to leave early”

Tonowari “ we are home just in time to help decorate as well”

Y/n “ yes just in time to help us out”

Ronal “ well now that we are at hike before anything started, let us change clothes and join you all”

Y/n “ sure”

Neytiri “ good and maybe if we get done with the inside we can do the outside” your spouse had raced upstairs to change their clothes, into more comfortable clothing. Soon enough they were back downstairs with their kids and you.

Tuk “ yes let get this party started” soon the music started up again, as everyone was having a fun time dancing around and signing along.

Y/n “ ahh Jake” Jake soon grabbed your hand and spins you around, before dipping you making you laugh at him.

Jake “ hey this was one of dance we did at our wedding remember”

Y/n “ yes I remember”

Tonowari “ it always seem like your forget it was all our wedding as well” Jake soo helps you back onto your feet.

Jake “ oh yeah right”

Aonung “ hey we found the family star hey who brought this one”

Ronal “ that your mama star she brought it into then family after we got married”

Tsireya “ wow mama is so beautiful”

Y/n “ yes if very beautiful”

Tuk “ who gave it to you mama”

Y/n “ someone who I use to be close to when I was younger, you could say it was a family heirloom”

Neteyam “ was a family heirloom”

Y/n “ well it was an old family heirloom but now it one of our families many heirloom, there are a few more prizes stuff I have I will past down to you all one day”

Tsireya “ really”

Y/n “ yes”

Jake “ now come on let’s get this home ready for the holidays” the kids soon went back to help getting the home ready for the holidays. The kids didn’t see you place the star down but your spouses had seen and knew what was bothering you right now, but you soon went back to taking care of the kids and having a good family moment. Once everything was done the house look so beautiful it could be from a fairytale or show it was wonderful.

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the-possum-writes · 8 months

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[Fionna and Cake Spoilers]

Look fam, Adventure time is my daily bread and butter, after catching up with 4 eps I have some... uh "opinions" on certain characters that I need to get out of my chest-

FINNN MY BOY LOOK AT YOU ALL GROWN UP 😭🤧🥺💕

I am so happy to see him again, and as much as I loved his adult Obsidian design I also have a liking to this one- he's so meaty I wanna brrrr those pecs and bite his arms. But also I feel so sad for him like, he's obviously distracting his grief for Jake by going from one adventure to another and, baby boy are you okay?? Lay on my shoulder and lets confront your feelings together 🥺

UMMM HELLO?? 😳🥴

Ahhh Huntress wizard was always my favorite background character and seeing NOT ONLY HER F&C COUNTER PART but he likes plants!? Sign me the fuc up, I adore Hunter, I would hike through thorny bushes and get bitten by mosquitos voluntarily if it means hanging out with this hunk as he talks non stop about different types of weeds and flowers 🥰

WHOO IS THIS NEW HOTTIE?

Brah from the cool mask to the suit I am just sold so easily like, I vibe so much with his design and his role as our main antagonist. Like don't get me wrong I don't want him to replace Prismo and kill Fi's world but if he calls me up to go eat steak and drink tea I would answer in a heart beat. Gotta love a man who has his professional priorities in order. Also that bandaged look he had at the beginning was really cool too, with the multiple eyes and all.

Oh, dear precious Simon you can't catch a break can you? Let's wrap you up in a blanket so you can talk to me about you ex, we'll get ya through this buddy 🥺

DAMN BITCH YOU LIVE LIKE THIS?

I wasn't huge on Prismo as a character in AT but in F&C I can totally understand the need to create something original and for yourself rather than creating for the sake of others. I'd love to move in as a roomie and help him clean up a bit, I can't take him to AA meetings but I can bring them to him lol. Maybe creating sentient universes isn't a good idea but the Sims 4 is close enough.

GIRL, SHE IS JUST LIKE ME FR FR

I can relate so much to Fi's daily life omg, I started watching Adventure Time when I was in middle school so seeing her now in a similar setting as my early adult life is so wild and comforting to me. She has a special place in my heart, oh and she caked up like damn, in the og series she didn't strike me as a teen but I can definitely see her now as a grown ass woman. And in shorts! I love wearing shorts, they're so comfy. I wanna hang at a sleep over with her, watching dumb action or scary movies, eat ice cream as we talk about our break ups ;w;

That's about it, thank you to my Ted talk. I'll try to finish my requests as soon as I can to open my inbox again cause damn, I can't wait to see what you guys come up with!!! 11!

#ramblings

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s-creations · 7 months

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🛁🛁 platonic bathing in like a lake or small river with the M & L & W²

🛁 Bathing together/platonic bathing (specifiy)

((Woof, this one is long and rather difficult to write, enjoy!))

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Mario and Luigi couldn’t help but let out a groan as they dropped on their bags. Both followed soon after. Sitting on the ground as they leaned against the other in exhaustion.

“You two really aren’t built for hiking? With all the stuff you’ve done so far? This is a worrisome development.” Waluigi casually pointed out as he placed down his own bag. Further back, Wario was already doing his best to set up the large tents, grumbling as he did so.

“We’re not really one for nature.” Luigi argued back.

“City boys, right here, all our lives, never left the city limits. This is different for us.” Mario added on.

“...Wow. Mushroom Kingdom heroes, right here. Can’t handle a little bit of nature.”

The conversation paused when Wario let out a cry of triumph. Who stood back from his handing work on getting the two large tents set up. With that out of the way, he turned to join the conversation properly. “Think your sensitive skin is going to bruise sleeping on the ground?”

“Very funny,” Mario huffed, “This is just a different kind of terrain for us. Give us some slack.”

“Absolutely not! As your mentor, it’s our duty to make sure you’re ready for any situation.”

“Okay, ‘mentor’, what lesson are we being taught here?”

“How to rough it, in a very moderate way. If we need to leave the Mushroom Kingdom for something major, our best bet might need to be a sneak approach. So, how do we survive the wilderness with very little with us? We’re taking it easy on you two this round.”

The twins groaned again, but didn’t argue back. Merely standing once more with their bags still resting on the ground. Mario stated, “Alright, what’s the first thing we need to get done.”

“Well, we have the tents set up-”

“I have the tents set up.” Wario interrupted his brother with his arms crossed.

“Fine, whatever, they’re set up is the bottom line. Now we get the rest prepared and properly stored away.”

Bottom line, it took a few hours before the camp was properly set up. Each twin paired with another brother so enough information was covered. Food safely stored, a place for a small campfire, tents secured so each set of brothers had their area set up for sleep.

“And…that’s it,” Waluigi looked around, “We have it all set up. Nicely done you two.”

“That wasn’t as difficult as I thought it would be.” Luigi admitted.

“Well, with that being done, we should probably-”

“Heads up!”

That was the only warning given before Waluigi had grabbed onto the twin’s arms and pulled them out of the way. Rushing past the three was Wario, now wearing only his underwear, let out a loud ‘Woop!’ as he jumped into the river. Creating a large enough splash that Waluigi had to pull them all back further with a look of disgust.

“Do you mind!” Waluigi huffed as his brother’s head popped out of the water’s surface.

“No, I don’t,” Wario smirked back, “What are you worked up about? You’re gonna be getting here soon enough.”

“That doesn’t mean I want the rest of my clothing wet!”

“What is happening right now?” Mario cautiously asked.

“Bathtime,” Waluigi replied simply, “We’re disgusting and this is the closest thing we’re going to get to clean water. Come on, clothes off.”

“Um…we’re good.”

“No you’re not. Trust me, nothing is more aggravating than trying to sleep covered in a good layer of dirt. You’re not going to be in your birthday suit, just your underwear, you’re fine.” Waluigi casually commented as he started doing as he suggested.

Mario and Luigi gave each other a worried glance before starting to do the same.

“How long are you lot going to take, I’m almost done!” Wario called out.

“Not without soap you’re not!” Waluigi argued back, “I’m not going to be stuck in that tent with you if you’re going to smell like sweat.”

“I have water washing over me.”

“That is not enough.”

Being the first of the twins to approach the river’s edge, Luigi let out a yelp as he pulled his foot back out of the moving water. “It’s freezing!”

“Well, yeah, this isn’t indoor plumbing. Nothing’s here to heat it up,” Waluigi stuck his foot in, “And it’s not that bad. Come on, in you go.”

The twins stuck close together as they inched into the water. Realizing it wasn’t as cold as they originally thought it was. But still keeping their arms crossed to hold into the stable point of warmth they created. Only for that plan to end when Mario suddenly felt hands in his hair. Waving his own arms in a desperate attempt to push the other away.

“What are you doing!?” Mario turned, glaring at Wario. Who was holding a sheepish smile with shampoo covering his hands.

“What? Just trying to help.”

“I can wash my own hair, thank you.”

“With how much you were whining about being tired? No way. Now hold still!”

Luigi only watched as Wario quickly wrapped an arm around the other twin and furiously scrubbed his fingers into Mario’s hand. All the while, the fire user was kicking his legs in an attempt to get Wario to stop or to break away from it. Just as Wario started, Mario was able to slip out. Quickly diving under the water to make his escape. Only for Wario to follow close behind.

He was pulled away from the ‘fight’ feeling a tap on his shoulder. Finding Waluigi there with shampoo pools in his other hand. “Keep your eyes close.”

“Okay.” Luigi smiled softly and faced forward again. Remaining still as fingers gently ran through his hair.

Both respectfully ignoring the ‘fight’ between their brothers.

#s-creations #s-creations answers #anonymous asks #drabble #emoji prompts #writing prompts #yellow purple red green #mario #luigi #mario and luigi #wario #waluigi #wario and waluigi #they're all brother!#either by blood or by begrudging choice!#don't make this weird!#if anyone marks anything of a pairing you're being blocked!

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ladylooch · 9 months

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OMFG jealous em ensues. maybe at a bar or a club, emma is absolutely staring her down after she comes up to emma and t.

her hand lingers on timos arm for too long, emma doesn’t like that. now, emma’s ass is grinding against timo, she’s letting his hands roam all over her on the dance floor.

emma doesn’t even care that she’s going to get teased

I'm usually unaffected by moments like this. My husband is hot. I'm aware and he attracts attention. Fine. At times, I might even be honest and tell you I like the way people crave what is mine.

But not when it's this girl.

This girl is a known pass around with the younger boys on the Devils. She's around, but none of the wives get involved with her; a few of the girlfriends considered her a friend. Mostly though, she's an outlier with the Devils women. Before tonight, I never had a thought about her one way or the other.

But then she put her hand on my husband like that was okay and now I have many thoughts, none of them good.

The boys are all out on the dance floor, being obnoxious drunks at the end of another season. The Devils had an amazing year, but fell short of their Stanley Cup dream. This one stings, especially after winning it the year before. So, they're processing the best way they know with shots of tequila and taking their shirts off.

"Uhhh?" Lexi questions next to me, watching as Evelyn skims Timo's arm again. "You better go get her away from your man." I watch my husband step back again. He is sloppy drunk but still fends off her advance. He begins to dance around Nico, leaving Evelyn by him. "She better not touch Nico. I'll be over there slapping a bitch."

I don't respond. Instead, I'm watching as Evelyn‘s eyes follow to Timo's new position. She takes another sip of her drink, then begins to move towards him. I scoff. Exactly what I thought, she's really trying to make a move on my husband. That won't do.

"Now I have to go out on this sweaty dance floor and take care of this." I slam down the rest of my drink, then hike my skin tight jeans back up to my hips. "Your time with the Devils is done." I mutter to myself as I make my way out to the group.

"Emma!!!!!!!!!!" Nico greets me by drunkenly tossing an arm over my shoulder. "I love you. I'm so glad our kids are growing up together here." I chuckle at how unsteady he is, and shoulder his weight for a moment.

"Yeah, baby brother?" I tease, kissing his cheek affectionately. "You should go see Lexi. She said she missed you."

"Oh!" He exclaims, whipping his head to his wife. He grins dopely when he seen her. There is no doubt who he loves most in this world. Nico stumbles off as I sigh, happy to know my brother is safe from the vulture. My gaze moves beyond the rest of the Devils to my husband. Timo's eyes are locked and wide on me, begging for help. I purse my lips against a laugh, then begin to shimmy my way over to him. I bop my shoulders as I approach. He steps beyond Evelyn and captures my hips.

"Baby, help me."

"I got you, T." I pull his mouth down to mine, gripping the back of his neck tightly. Our tongues crash together, tasting each other and the various liquors we've consumed tonight. Electricity and heat shoots through my body. He pulls me tighter, grinding my front into his as he builds between us.

The song changes to My Type by Saweetie and I tilt my head back to laugh.

"Rich, eight figure, yeah, that's my type." I yell to Timo, turning in his grasp to put my butt against his bulge. He moans hotly into my ear.

"You feel so good." He presses me deeper into him. He’s firmed completely against my ass. His fingers move from my hips, working up my body to my breasts. He squeezes them obviously rotating his hips into me as I grip his head close to mine.

“Mom and Dad, get a room!” Luke Hughes shouts in disgust.

“Let’s go home.” Timo suggests.

“All the Devils’ babies are there with the babysitters.” I remind him. “Fuck me in the bathroom like old times.”

“You gonna be quiet?”

“No.”

Timo grins, putting his hand in my back pocket as we work our way out of the crowd. I glance over my shoulder at Evelyn who frowns at our departure. I give her a smug look then forget about her completely. Instead, I follow my husband, debating about what position I want him to take me in.

#tm: loving & leaving #timo meier blurb

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burningfieldof-clover · 1 year

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song inspired Echo x f!reader ❤️

fluffins for our boi Echo because Reader loves him so.

smol warnings: Echo being a little insecure for like .2 seconds

word count: 2782

🎶 body on fire - slaves 🎶

Echo can’t remember when it happened. Why it happened. He just knew that he was feeling… something. He needed to protect you. He needed to be there for you. He needed to know if you felt the same.

He couldn’t tell. Honestly, he couldn’t tell if you were even interested in anyone at all. The same glances he felt attracted to were also the same ones you gave to everyone else. That was just how your body language was, nothing to read into. But you were still so beautiful to him. He loved the way your eyelashes fanned across your cheeks when you were looking down. He could trip over the way your lips pressed together in concentration. Sometimes your tongue stuck out a little bit if the concentration got too heavy. It made his heart swell.

You joined the batch as a caretaker for Omega when she first began to travel with the boys. While Omega quickly displayed that she was more than capable of taking care of herself, Hunter didn’t make you leave. You were also way more patient than Tech at small electronics repairs. You kept the ship clean. You knew some basic first aid. You did the shopping when they were on a friendly planet. Instead of just being Omega’s caretaker, you were the Marauder's caretaker. The boys were happier at the state of living and Omega was thankful to have a female role model and example. Hunter secretly was more than grateful since it meant not needing to learn about a growing teenage woman and have those certain discussions.

You never pushed to go on missions with the team, despite how badly you wanted to. Clone Force 99 was quickly becoming the family you never had, so of course you clung to them. You weren’t really a combatant no matter how much you thought you could fight. Staying behind was safe. You were able to fly the ship at a moment's notice (Tech really hated the idea at first, but eventually you caught on).

There was a lull in work for now. Usually the team would fly back to Ord Mantell, but there wasn’t any reason to do so. The planet you were on now was beautiful and peaceful. The team slept outside under the stars. There was a fire every night where food was cooked. You took Omega on hikes to find flowers. For those instances, it felt like the war never happened or put an emotional toll on everyone in the galaxy. It seemed like peace was always present. What war? What genocide? What betrayal of the Jedi?

Tonight was another one of those nights. You and Omega were chasing glowbugs in the nearby field while the boys circled around the fire. Everyone has eaten and is usually wearing down for bed at this point.

Hunter couldn’t help but notice that Echo had watched you with a daydreaming look in his eyes. Hunter nudged his boot forward to collide with Echo’s. “You okay over there?”

Echo looked at his brother with a start. “What?”

Wrecker leaned toward Echo. “Gosh, even I picked up on that, Echo.”

Echo tried to feign confusion, but even with Tech’s glance on him he couldn’t deny it. “That obvious, huh?” he said with a sigh.

Tech spoke up next, “I do recognize this habit of yours as well. You have filled most of your evening staring at the girls. Were you also wanting to participate in the activity of catching bugs?”

Wrecker laughed wholeheartedly. “Echo is definitely interested in bugs!”

Echo looked down toward the fire while rubbing the back of his neck. Was it that obvious? If Wrecker noticed, then of course you noticed.

Hunter nodded his chin toward Echo. “Why not go chase down some bugs with the girls? I bet it would be a good bonding experience.”

Echo glanced over to the spot where you and Omega were giggling over a glass jar between the two of you, lighting up and fading periodically. He stared at the fire again, trying to find some kind of courage in the crackling heat. Echo sighed again and pushed himself to his feet. He didn’t move for a while but eventually made his way toward you and Omega.

Omega took notice of Echo first. “Echo! Look at this!” She ran toward him and held the jar up.

Echo took care in his handling of the jar and saw all of the bugs light up at different intervals. “That’s so fascinating, Omega.”

Omega beamed brightly and turned to you as you jogged over next. Echo instantly stood up straight.

“Echo, give me your hand,” you said through some small chuckles.

Echo’s face tinted red, but no one could see it in the dark. He sheepishly held out his hand, palm up. You braced his hand from underneath with one of yours then cupped your other hand over his.

“Are you ready?” you asked him, meeting his eyes for the first time this day.

He gulped and nodded, and looked down at his hand. You moved your hand away, leaving a small glowbug on his palm. It wandered around aimlessly through the lines on his hand. You were still holding his hand from underneath. You were kneeling toward his hand to see the insect closer, and started tracing a path before it with your finger. Echo’s breath was stuck in his throat as he tried to gasp. His eyes were torn between looking at you and the glowbug.

Omega looked into Echo’s hand too. “Isn’t it amazing?”

The bug took off to the sky and Omega gave chase. Her laughter made you smile wide. Your eyes followed her as she ran after the bug. Your hands then abandoned Echo’s hand which he noticed right away. His gaze tore from Omega to his hand, then to you as you were still watching Omega. Eventually you looked back to Echo.

“I’m so happy that she gets to feel that joy. She may be your sister, but she’s still a kid.”

Echo grinned. He’s always liked the way you referred to her as his sister, then the boys as his brothers. Even though they all know that they are clones, calling themselves clones, he felt more human when you didn’t use the word clones.

“Omega loves you,” Echo said. He almost tacked on a “as do I” but chickened out.

“What about you?” You then turned your body to face Omega, as did Echo.

Echo stumbled over his words, “W-what?”

“You love her, too. Doesn’t that bring you joy?”

Oh! “Yeah, yeah I do. It does, it really does.”

“Sometimes I wonder what kind of life you all could live if you settled down. You guys wouldn’t need me anymore. Everyone would know how to take care of Omega. You all already know everything I know.”

“Not need you anymore? What are you talking about?” Echo practically yelled this in a defensive tone.

You were surprised to say the least. You looked at him with a small gasp of fear in the corner of your eye. “I… did I… I mean–” you started to stutter and found trouble in forming words. You took a deep breath and tried again. “I uh… I thought that you were coming over here to tell me that the team didn’t need me anymore.”

Echo’s face screwed up in intense confusion. “Where did you get that impression?”

You gestured at Omega vaguely. “Look at her. She’s just–she’s happy and she’s learned all she needs from me. I think I’ve overstayed my welcome.”

Echo can’t believe the words coming out of your mouth. He said your name firmly. “Listen, I didn’t come over here to tell you to leave. I don’t think any of us want you to leave. Yes, you have been a great influence to Omega and we appreciate that so much. I don’t know if you know this, but… you’re also part of the squad. You take care of all of us, and I wish I could tell you how much that means to my brothers.”

You looked downward at your hands and Echo’s heart fluttered a little. It was the way your eyelashes touched your cheeks that always made him weak.

He started reeling through all of the feelings and memories he cherishes with you. Your smile, your laugh, your care, your voice, your hair, your eyes, your hands (oh god those hands), your intelligence… he could go on and on.

It was the way your hair would blow through the breeze, similar to the one now. He wished he could feel those strands flow through his fingers. The scent of your shampoos overtook the refresher each time you used it, and he could also smell it when he’s this close to you. It was the way your shoulders were bare in this sunset, highlighting your freckles and tone of your skin. He wanted so badly to brush his thumb across your shoulder, damn, even your collarbone as it crossed your chest.

As you fidgeted with your hands, Echo wanted so badly to feel that touch of yours on him again as when you handed him the glowbug. You were so soft and gentle and giving. Your touch still leaves a ghost of a grasp on him, he realizes and clenches his fist. Those same hands that have given him help and healing. He didn’t know he needed those things, and he probably would have been fine for the rest of his life if he never knew. But he does.

You wave your hand in front of Echo’s face. “Are you in there?”

Echo twitched and answered with a small sound. “I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?”

Echo chose his next words carefully. He glanced around to try and find Omega and only panicked for a moment until he saw her back at the fire showing the team her glowing jar. Echo took a chance, and placed his hand on your bare upper arm.

“I… I don’t want you to go. No one does. I wish you would stay, if you wanted to.”

You looked up into Echo’s eyes with that sparkling wonder he adores so. “I want to stay,” you whispered.

Echo smiled at you, and cursed his body and past for taking his other arm. He would give anything to have that limb again, just so he could touch you. He wanted to feel more of your warm sun-kissed skin than just with his one hand. He braved the storm and rubbed small lines on your arm with his thumb.

You closed your eyes momentarily as you let yourself feel that touch. He had no idea how much you wanted him to do this. He had no idea how long you had been waiting.

He whispered your name. “I didn’t know that I needed you. I had this idea of what the rest of my life was going to look like. I didn’t imagine someone like you would come around. And I… I know I’m not…” Echo tilted his head back and forth as though he was trying to rattle a sentence free. “I never thought I’d be… this,” he said, taking back his hand and gesturing to himself.

You instantly missed that touch on your arm. Your hand touched the space now vacant and observed it. Did you dream that? He was touching you, right?

Echo noticed your movement. Did he offend you? “I’m not whole,” he finally added. “I didn’t have control of the outcome of my life, especially after being captured.” Echo sighed. He felt like he was saying all of the wrong things. He was nervous and rambling and unintentionally talking himself out of telling you how he felt. He opened his mouth to speak again but stopped as your hand grasped his upper arm, the arm with the prosthetics.

You examined the place where the skin joined the metal. “Echo,” you started, then looked into his eyes again. “Echo, you’re beautiful. Just the way you are.”

Echo held his breath for so long that he felt a stinging in his one eye. He had no idea he was forming a tear until your other hand wiped it away gently.

“I don’t want to leave. I want to stay here. With you.”

He still couldn’t find the words to fill the space. Was he dreaming? Was he asleep on his blanket by the fire? Without even thinking about stopping, he raised his hand to cup the side of your face. In return you leaned into his hand and took a step toward him. He was in disbelief, but this was real. The warmth of your skin was in his hand right now.

“Did you think I didn’t notice?” you said to him with a smile on your face and in your voice. “I hoped you liked me. I really wished that all those looks you shot my way were something. Tell me that I read into that right. Tell me you feel the same.”

Again, he’s in awe. You’re telling him you feel the same? Your hand on his right arm snaked its way around his waist and you leaned into him. Echo swore you could probably hear his heart beating incredibly fast. “I… I’m in love with you,” he told you, ending the sentence with your name.

You tilted your head up to meet his gaze. Echo’s hand landed on the back of your head to caress it and finally finally move his fingers through your hair. “You mean it?” you asked.

Echo’s face softened with a smile as he nodded. “I mean it. I love you.”

You smiled at him, your turn for tears to form in your eyes. “Oh, Echo. I have loved you since I met you.” Your eyes started to close and he found you leaning toward him slowly.

Echo was scared, but he knew what you were asking. He pulled you as close as he could and pressed a nervous kiss to your lips. He felt how nervous you were as well, and straightened his stance. The both of you were caught in a hot gaze, just admiring the souls behind the eyes of their partner.

From the direction of the fire, the both of you heard a loud, comical gasp. Echo twisted his torso to turn and look at his family while you leaned around Echo to see them. Neither of you pulled away.

Wrecker was an exaggerated expression of surprise while Omega sat on his shoulders. “Ooooooo Echo’s got a crush!” Wrecker said in a singsong tone.

Omega laughed out loud. “FINALLY!”

You and Echo exchanged glances, leaned back into comfortable positions and shared another small kiss. One of your hands caressed his face and he fell into the feeling. He has dreamt about this for so long. He had no idea this could ever be a reality.

“You are so beautiful, cyar’ika,” Echo told you.

In response, you melted into him. “One day I hope to show you how absolutely wonderful you are, Echo.”

Hearing you say his name again prompted another quick kiss in which you both giggled into.

That night, you and Echo shared a blanket as you both sat next to the fire. Everyone else has made up their makeshift bed in the grass or retreated to the ship’s racks. Echo watched the way the fire reflected in your eyes with adoration. He didn’t know how you were fighting sleep until he noted that your eyes were fluttering closed and open.

Wordlessly, he grabbed another blanket from nearby and wrapped it around you and guided you to lay down next to him. You didn’t fight him on this motion. Laying down, you both faced each other. Faint flames danced in dull lights across each person’s features. Hands met between the both of you and you pressed your forehead to his.

You smiled audibly. “I’m not dreaming, right?”

“I’ve had this dream so many times, and it’s never felt as real as this.”

You raised your hand to trace his cheek, then his jaw. Echo closed his eyes and sighed into the motion.

“Yeah, you’re right. What am I going to dream about now, now that this one has come true?”

Echo chuckled. “Well, here’s an idea,” he suggests as he leans forward to draw you into a deeper kiss than the ones you’ve shared so far.

#tbb #tbb echo #tbb hunter #tbb omega #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb reader #echo x reader #echo x you #fluffy #cute #happy v day

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Crash and Burn | Chapter 6

Summary: You’re the first female driver to compete in the Formula 1 World Championship in decades and it’s your second year of navigating through a male-dominated sport. Your talent and drive to prove yourself made you vicious on the grid. Your seemingly unshakeable confidence was never questioned- until a certain Ferrari driver made you crash and burn.

Pairing: Carlos Sainz Jr. x Reader

Chapters: 6/?

Warnings: swearing,

Word Count: 4.6k

Posted on: 07/27/2022

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A/N: This is long overdue! I hope you all enjoy this chapter and please feel free to comment. I love to hear feedback. Just a reminder for plot purposes, I usually change events that happen during actual races. Remember, this is fiction!

Chapter 6:

Danny Ric was known to be one of the nicest people in Formula 1 and you wholeheartedly agreed with the statement. Daniel graciously offered his ranch as a place to stay for drivers who wanted to extend their Australian trip. You, Lando, Charles, Carlos, and Pierre happily accepted the offer which was how you found yourself vacationing on a luxurious ranch with the boys. Neither you nor Carlos wanted to leave the country and you thought this was the best way to spend time with your friends, especially Carlos. The only problem was keeping your relationship a secret from the others. It resulted in you and Carlos having to sneak around to spend time together. From late-night talks in his guest room to early mornings cuddled in your bed as you and Carlos drifted in and out of sleep. Lando and the other boys surprisingly haven’t brought up your mystery man and luckily haven’t noticed when you and Carlos would disappear.

One morning, Carlos woke you up extra early to watch the sunrise. With a picnic blanket and coffee in a thermos, you and Carlos took a small hike to this spot that supposedly had the best view of the sunrise. Sitting on the blanket, you watched Carlos look in awe as the dark blue sky turned orange. As you sat there relishing in Carlos’ presence, you felt a pang of guilt. Here you were tucked away in some corner of the ranch hiding from your friends. Yes, you were spending quality time with Carlos and you couldn’t help but feel ashamed of the lengths you would go to ensure your relationship was hidden from the boys.

“Carlos?” you asked as you took his hand and traced his veins with your finger. “How do you feel about not telling Lando and the others about us?”

Carlos’s gaze moved to you, watching the sun softly grace your features as he carefully thought of his answer. “I know you don’t want the public to know about our relationship. I also know that you’re not comfortable with the boys knowing so it doesn’t matter what I feel. If you don’t want them to know, I don’t either.”

You shook your head as you clasped his hand and held it to your chest. “You’re so sweet and considerate but you’re also in this with me. I need to put your feelings into consideration.”

Carlos softly smiles as he moves closer to you. “I think we should keep our relationship private and I wouldn’t mind showing you off to the fans once in a while. But, I do feel bad about keeping it from our friends. It is really hard not being able to hold or touch you in front of them,” said Carlos as he squeezed your leg. “I think Pierre has given you more public displays of affection in front of me that the boys can’t even suspect we’re together.”

“Carlos!” you said as you playfully slapped his arm. “Are you jealous? He hugged me that ONE time and it was because we won the drinking game.”

“I am not jealous! I think Pierre likes you a little too much, that is my observation.”

You laughed as you realized how serious Carlos was acting. “Babe, trust me when I say that Pierre is only my friend. If it bothers you so much, I can always tell him to back off.”

With a smile, Carlos pulls your body flush against him and wraps his arms around your waist. “Okay… maybe I am.”

You snickered. “Wow, I didn’t take you to be the jealous type.”

“You’re all I think about now and it’s hard keeping you a secret,” he said as he hugged you tight and nuzzled into your neck. You hummed as you both sat in silence and held each other until you could no longer bear the hot Australian sun.

*******

After a few video calls with your manager and performance coach, you slipped on a bikini and made your way to the swimming pool. Since it was the last full day at the ranch, your little group decided to make a big barbecue dinner. You and Daniel’s girlfriend lounged on pool floats as the boys bustled around preparing for the meal. You were dozing in and out of sleep but the mention of your name caught your attention. Slightly opening your eyes, you take a peek and see Carlos and Lando talking as they grilled food. Lando must’ve thought you were asleep because you heard their conversation as clear as day.

“So y/n told us something the other day…. about meeting someone. She said she met someone at dinner with your family?” asked Lando.

“Ehhh, yes she did,” said Carlos, choosing his words carefully.

“Who is it? One of your cousins?”

“I’m sorry mate, I cannot tell you who. She made me promise not to tell anyone.”

You heard Lando audibly whine. “Ugh, not even a hint?”

The silence that followed made you glance to see Carlos busying himself with the barbecue as Lando stood and pouted. It took everything in you not to laugh as Lando babbled on.

“You know, I wanted the both of you together. Your seriousness and y/n’s determination would have been a great match. You've been acting different since you ran into her in Mallorca. I was beginning to think something was going on between you two but I guess I was wrong.”

You watched Carlos trying his best to act as nonchalant as he could. It was hard to see Carlos so uncomfortable and you were starting to feel bad for lying Lando. With a heavy sigh, you knew what you had to do. You hopped off the float and make your way out of the pool. Determined as ever, you didn’t even bother drying yourself as you marched toward the unsuspecting pair. The others watched on, probably thinking that you heard the conversation and were on your way to mess with Lando or shove him into the water. You lock eyes with Carlos and before you could change your mind, you wrapped your arms around him and kiss him. At first, Carlos froze but relaxed as he realized what you were doing. You could feel him smile as he pulls you closer, not minding you were drenched in pool water.

The sound of screams and laughter from the other drivers separated you from Carlos. You sheepishly looked around as you gauged everyone's reactions. Lando stood in shock before he jumped around and loudly claimed that he knew he wasn’t imagining things. Pierre stood there holding his drink dumbfounded that he didn’t see this coming. On the other hand, Daniel was still cackling and finally calmed down when his girlfriend joined his side.

“I fucking knew it. Y/n’s room is near mine and I swear I would hear someone sneaking into her room at 2 in the morning. I was suspicious but I never found out who it was,” said Daniel.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile as you felt this weight lift off your shoulders. “I’m sorry that we kept our relationship a secret. Other than our families and performance coaches, you guys are the only ones that know about us and we’d like to keep it that way. The relationship is still new and this is the first time two F1 drivers have been in a relationship. I don’t know how the public will act but I already know it’ll be crazy.”

Pierre steps up and claps his hand on you and Carlos’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, we will help you out whenever you both need it.”

“Our lips are sealed. Although I’m a little offended that my best mates have been hiding this from me, I guess I understand the situation,” joked Lando.

Breathing out in relief, you made your way to hug Lando. Ever since Carlos expressed that he felt awful for lying to your friends, you realized how wrong it was to keep something this big from Lando. Now that the secret was out, you and Carlos could act like yourselves in front of the others. You were able to sit next to him and relax without worrying that you and Carlos were being too obvious. Carlos could finally give you public displays of affection, he didn’t go overboard but a hand on your thigh or shoulders made him happy.

The barbecue dinner was ready and to your embarrassment and the other drivers' amusement, Carlos insisted that he would cut and prepare the steak that was served in front of you. The jokes about Carlos treating you like a princess were endless. You brought another round of laughter when you reminded them of the stark difference between the Carlos that ignored you last year to the Carlos who was doting on you. This brought Charles to tears as he recounted the times he would remember Carlos actively trying to avoid the Aston Martin rookie. Carlos used your body as a shield as he hid his bright red face from the other drivers.

With full bellies and a drink in hand, your group surrounded a bonfire and talked about the next race in Imola. As the boys started talking about their favorite Imola memories, you looked around appreciatively at your friends. Nestled into Carlos’s side, you tried your best to live in the moment, everything was perfect and peaceful but deep down you knew it wouldn’t last. You couldn’t help but think of the repercussions when the teams on the paddock find out about you and Carlos. It wouldn’t be long until the whole world finds out and you weren’t ready for the shit storm media and critics would bring.

Closing your eyes and inhaling campfire smoke along with citrus and sandalwood, you let yourself snuggle closer. Your future seemed scary but at least you had Carlos by your side.

*******

The moment you stepped off the plane from Australia, you made a beeline to the Silverstone circuit for some testing. You had your relaxation but now it was time to grind and help the team improve the car for Imola. After some testing with the car, you went back to your apartment for some gossiping and yoga with Anna. She put you on a strict routine for the remaining days leading up to the race. Working on your body, mind, and car, you were laser-focused to earn yourself a podium in Imola.

While you were in England, Carlos was back in Italy working just as hard with his team to work on the car and strategize. Carlos’s DNF threw the whole team in disarray because it meant that their lead for the Constructors championship was compromised. The race strategists were going over possible scenarios of things that could go wrong during a race. They kept asking Carlos if he had any traumatic life events that may potentially be distracting him and nothing came up when he thought about it. After meetings in the Ferrari headquarters, he went for lunch with his performance coach Rupert.

“How was Danny’s ranch? You and y/n had a good time with the boys?” asked Rupert.

“It was beautiful, we should go visit next time we’re in Australia. As for y/n, she is great,” said Carlos as he grinned. “She is this amazing, kind, funny, and intelligent person. Her personality is unique, she is a strong woman but I guess I should have expected from the only female racer on the grid.”

Rupert smiled as he watched his friend practically glow as he talked about you.

“We told the boys.” continued Carlos. “It was such a relief letting our closest friends know about us. I know they are just friends but seeing Pierre and y/n do their usual banter made me feel a little jealous.”

Rupert snorts. “So you pushed y/n to tell the others about your relationship because you were jealous? You’re so whipped.”

“Whipped?”

“Yup. Whipped. For the past 7 years of your F1 career, I have never seen or heard you talk about any of your girlfriends. She has taken all your attention, I was surprised that you agreed to stay at Daniel’s ranch to decompress. The Carlos I knew last year would have gone straight to headquarters and done some testing,” said Rupert. “I guess our spirited Aston Martin driver was the one to break down those barriers. I’m happy for you mate.”

Carlos sat back as he absorbed Rupert's words. Everything he said was right, especially the part where you took all of his attention. He reflected and thought that having you in his life made everything better but he couldn’t help but think that maybe he was too focused on you. Carlos quickly brushed that idea out of his head, your presence in Carlos’s life was like a soft glowing sun. Warm and invigorating. You made him happy and his family loved you, he couldn’t think of a better pairing than you and him.

Since the race was in Italy, Carlos didn’t have to travel and it was the perfect reason for y/n to come and visit him in his apartment. Carlos is a clean man and kept his home tidy and the day before you arrived, Carlos deep cleaned everything. He wanted the apartment to be perfect and he didn’t want a single speck of dust or a smudge of dirt. When he heard you knock on the door, he flung the door open and was met with an engulfing hug. It had been about a week since you last saw each other and you both acted as if it was a whole year. After a heated greeting, you finally look around to see the beautiful apartment that Carlos lived in. It had tall ceilings with a loft area that looked like a converted office space. The decor was modern and minimal with a few picture frames of his family and F1 cars that he had driven.

After freshening up, you plopped down on his couch and stretched your arms towards him. Carlos chuckles as he carefully lays on top of you, playfully pinching your side. You were absentmindedly playing with Carlos’s hair when you remembered you had Aston Martin obligations.

“I can’t stay over tonight. Seb and I have to get up early tomorrow to do some promotion for some new Aston Martin models.”

Carlos frowns. “But why can’t you just sleep here and then leave early?”

“Because I know myself and I wouldn’t want to leave.”

“So you’re saying that you cannot leave in the morning…. because of me?” Carlos says as he teasingly winks at you.

“Oh fuck off! You know what I mean!”

Carlos laughs and holds you tighter. “I am only joking, I promise I will make sure you get up on time. I’ll even drive you to the circuit!”

You pursed your lips in fake annoyance. “Fine. But we’re taking my rental car, not your flashy Ferrari.”

“Deal,” said Carlos. “That means I’ll have to pick you up and we get to spend even more time together before the press conferences and practices start.”

You grinned at his enthusiasm. 6 months ago you would have laughed if someone told you you’d be cuddling with Carlos Sainz.

*******

The start of race weekend went off without a hitch. You reunited with your friends in the paddock and so far, no one had accidentally blabbed about your relationship. You were able to sneak a few meals with Carlos but race weekends were where you expected to see less of Carlos. Free practice was a little rough with the car fighting you in corners. Qualifying was a little better as the car’s pace was faster and you were able to place yourself in P11 for the sprint race. You were feeling the pressure because they haven’t talked to you about renewing your contract. You were hoping and praying to the universe that you would place in an even better position for the actual Grand Prix on Sunday.

It was 20 minutes into the sprint and you were heavily defending your position from none other than Carlos and his Ferrari. Carlos crashed early in qualifying, and here he was trying to climb up the grid. You knew that the Ferrari was faster than your Aston Martin so the only thing you could do was use skill and defend as if your life depended on it. Unfortunately for you, it meant that you had to be rough on your car and you could tell your tires and engine were degrading faster than you wanted. You pulled maneuver after maneuver and held your place for two laps until you felt your tire lock up and as you put all your focus to control it, Carlos managed to get the inside line and pass you.

“Fucking hell, he'll never let me forget that,” you mumbled to yourself.

You chased the Ferrari but half a lap later, a bunch of sensors lights up on your steering wheel as you feel the car slow down.

“No no no!” you yell into your radio. “The fucking engine!”

“Y/n try to pull off onto the side, there’s smoke coming out of the car.”

“I'm so sorry. I pushed too hard.”

You do your best to park the car on the gravel and ironically, you park beneath a monitor flashing the yellow flag that you made happen. You turn your head to see that the back of your car emitting more smoke than you expected. You quickly scramble out of the car and wave the fire marshals over. A few of your fellow drivers passed by slowly as they examined the burning car and signaling you asking if you were okay. You were in a daze until you saw Carlos’s Ferrari significantly slow down behind the safety car. He lifts his visor and craned his head to try to get a better view of you. You give a thumbs up to reassure him but you weren’t sure he could see you amongst the group of fire marshals.

You get a ride back to the garage after you make sure that the car was going to be alright. You trudge into the garage still wearing your helmet while holding back your tears. You felt like you let your whole team down, everyone was working so hard and it was wasted in a matter of seconds. You go to a corner and sat in silence as you tried to calm yourself. None of the engineers or strategists tried to talk to you, they didn’t know how to handle a crying woman so they left you alone. Once your team principal Mike saw you talking to Anna, he used that as an opportunity to approach you.

“I’m so sorry Mike. I fucked up. We were doing amazing all weekend and I screwed it up for everyone.”

Mike merely shook his head and hugged you. “I’m sorry that we couldn’t provide you with a better car that could accommodate a good driver. This was not the result we wanted but you did the best you could with what you had! You gave that Ferrari a run for its money!”

You shrugged. “I messed up and now I’ll have to start at the back of the grid.”

“You are one of the most talented drivers I’ve had the privilege to work with. Knowing what you can do, you’ll catch up to the front in no time,” said Mike.

He hands you a headset so you could watch the rest of the race and listen in on the team radio. You find a stool in front of a monitor and make yourself comfortable as you watch the rest of the sprint race. Of course you wanted Sebastian to have the best position possible but you secretly hoped that Carlos would finally get his first pole position. You watched wide-eyed as you watched him try to overtake but winced when a couple of other drivers were able to overtake him. The sprint race finished with Max on the pole and Carlos starting at P8.

“P8? What the hell happened Carlos?”

*******

Debriefing had just ended at the Ferrari motorhome but team principal Mattia and a few race strategists asked Charles and Carlos to stay behind so they could speak privately. They were overall pleased with their team's result but had a few concerns about their drivers.

“Charles, good job on P2 today,” said Mattia. “Carlos….you were fast all weekend, what happened? The strategists and enginners were looking at your data and the car seemed a little different after the Aston Martin DNF. Was it a driver error or is it something wrong with the car?”

Carlos looked at them startled. Usually, they would sugarcoat anything about a driver error but they were upfront this time.

“I am not sure what happened.” stammered Carlos. “I kept pushing and nothing was working.”

Mattia and the strategists whispered among themselves before facing their drivers again. Mattia cleared his throat as he tried to come up with a tone that didn’t sound like a scolding parent.

“Carlos, I’ve noticed that you and the Aston Martin driver y/n have gotten close this year. She is a lovely woman and an even better driver. I noticed she’s been visiting the garage more than usual.”

Carlos felt his stomach drop. He glanced at Charles to see that even his teammates face had gotten a little pale as they both registered what Mattia was saying.

“Yes, we have gotten closer this year,” stammered Carlos.

“I know that you have your personal life but when your personal life starts to affect your racing, that is when we have to intervene…so we can fix it,” said Mattia. He spoke in such a gentle manner that it was obvious he was trying hard not to upset Carlos.

“Y/n is one of my closest friends on the grid,” chimed in Charles. “She visits me all the time.”

Mattia nods. “Ah yes, I know she is your friend but to Carlos she-”

Mattia gets cut off by one of the race strategists. “What Mattia is trying to say is that we don’t care if Carlos is dating her or whatever. We just care that Carlos is 100% focused on his job. We’ve noticed that recently he’s been unfocused and we just want to tell Carlos that he needs to fix whatever is distracting him,” said the strategist bluntly. “Charles, you’re the teammate and we expect you to make sure that he is focused on race weekends.”

Carlos’s jaw clenched and unclenched. He hated getting reprimanded and hated it even more that they included you in the conversation. Sure, this hasn’t been his best weekend but he had no idea why they had to drag you into this.

Taking a deep breath, Carlos nods. “I will be more focused from now on, I promise. I just don’t know why we're talking about y/n when I am the one making the mistakes. ”

“We’re not trying to insinuate anything! We're just making sure that our drivers don’t have any psychological or physical blocks hindering them.” responds another strategist.

Before Carlos could start fuming, Charles reasures his bosses that he would watch out for his teammate. Charles takes him and makes a beeline out the door, he needed to get Carlos out fast before he could say anything he would regret.

Later that afternoon, Carlos makes his way to your hotel room with a small bag of pastries. He knew your performance coach would disagree but one cannoli wouldn’t hurt. You open the door and after kissing him hello, you take the bag of pastries and flop onto your hotel bed. As if he read your mind, Carlos collapses next to you.

“How are you?” asked Carlos. “I was so worried when I saw the smoke come out of your car.”

You sigh as you close your eyes and lean into him. “Thanks to you and my brilliant defending, I pushed the car too hard to the point that it caught on fire.”

Carlos laughs at the little dig towards him. “I am sorry but hey, I had to do my job.”

“It was nice battling with you again. Too bad you were too fast for me.”

“I am lucky that your rear tire locked up because you were impossible to overtake. I was so impressed AND annoyed at how good you were.”

You groaned as you relived the moment in your head. “I’m so mad at myself.”

Carlos notices the lines creased on your forehead. He noted that those weren’t there the last time he saw you. He wanted to tell you about the meeting he just had with his bosses but decides against it after seeing the stress you were in. He leans in to kiss you on the forehead, he would just have to tell you after the race tomorrow.

*******

You grinned as you heard the deafening cheers from the stands as you, Daniel, and Carlos battled for P7. Your race engineer radios in to tell you to be patient since the boys were being much more aggressive, they were more likely to make a mistake. You comply and kept the pressure on Daniel. You weren’t trying to pull any moves but made sure he knew you were still in the battle. As the three of you approach turn 10, there must have been some tailwind which resulted in a loss of downforce. All three cars spun and chaos ensued.

You saw the front of the Ferrari heading toward you and your instincts kick in as you grip your wheel tight and swerved away from the red car. Gravel rained down as you and Carlos did your best to avoid each other. Luckily, your car was still in good condition to drive out of the gravel pit. A yellow flag was called and you used that time to pit and change your tires. After pitting, you joined the other drivers on the track and was informed that you were P7 and that the yellow flag was caused by Carlos getting stuck in the gravel. After making sure Carlos was okay, let your mind focus on the race again. You went from the back of the grid to P7, you were determined to get a podium. The yellow flag gave you the opportunity to catch up with the other drivers which meant that once the green flag came out, you would have an easier time hunting down the drivers in front of you.

Elation.

That was what you felt as passed the finish line. You screamed and pumped your fist in the air as you approached the pit fence that was currently filled with the Aston Martin employees celebrating with you. The moment you parked your car in front of the P3 sign, you leaped out of the car and launched yourself towards the sea of Aston Martin engineers, mechanics, and strategists. All the drivers were so sweet and expressed how happy they were with your result. You gave each of them a big hug but realized someone was missing. You looked around and realized that Carlos was nowhere to be found. You catch Charles’s eye and he shrugs, he tells you that Carlos was probably still stuck in the Ferrari garage.

Unbeknownst to you, Carlos was on his way to congratulate the top 3 but was shoved back in the chaos as a crowd formed below the podium stand. Carlos couldn’t help but grin when he saw your bright smile up there on the podium. Max and Checo douse you in champagne and your shriek in glee. Carlos was happy for you but then he had the most intrusive thought. What if Mattia and the strategists were right? Were you the reason he was having one of his worst seasons in Formula One?

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"Are you hurt? Put something cold on it!"

Behold! A new story about our Farmers! Today's heroes are Julian (my OC), Miranda (@amishasp) and Wren (@girls4zelda) ❤️ Enjoy!

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"Twenty-eight, thirty... Thirty-six, forty. Aha, exactly forty pieces of gold ore!", Miranda summarised, counting aloud the loot she had collected in the mines. Getting up from the flat stone on which she was sitting, she turned to Julian and Wren, who were standing nearby and also counting the ore that had been mined on the lowest levels.

"Ok...", Wren clucked her tongue, "I have fifty-six!", the red-haired girl said proudly, tying her bag of precious ore and slinging it over the shoulder as she approached Miranda. "Quite a good loot for a not-so-lucky day, I would say". Wren smiled at her friend, who nodded in agreement. Welwick's predictions would not matter to them - teamwork and friendship were the key to a successful hunt.

"Julian, what is it? You done already?", Miranda turned to the blond-haired boy who was still counting his loot. The man's multi-coloured eyes were staring intently into the backpack.

"Yeah, yeah, just a second... Oh shoot", The young man sighed disappointedly, dropping his bag to the dusty ground.

"Everything okay?", He immediately turned round at Wren's worried tone.

"Well, not really". Zipping up his hiking backpack and walking over to the two girls, Julian continued. "There was a hole in my backpack. Apparently, some of the loot fell out somewhere, and I only have ten ore on my hands...." He lowered his head guiltily. All three of them silently counted the total amount of gold ore they had on hand - 106 pieces. And they need exactly 120 - just the right number to create exactly 30 megabombs for Marlon's special order, which they set out to do together. After all, the three of them will get the job done faster, and the reward will be shared equally.

"Don't worry about it, bro", Miranda patted Julian's shoulder encouragingly. "Just fourteen gold nuggets and we can leave the mines and eat at the Saloon!"

Everyone cheered up at the prospect of Gus' delicious meals and headed confidently for the elevator door.

"I must say, that our foray was quite successful." With a tired yawn, Miranda decided to keep the conversation going as the three of them slowly made their way down the elevator to level 110.

"The monsters were a pain in the arse, though", she added.

"Uuuugh, so true..." Wren couldn't help but agree. Whether they wanted to admit it or not, Welwick's prediction that "the spirits are in a terrible mood today" ("Kiss my arse, spirits!", Miranda had said, not very politely) had played a part in their gold hunt: there were more monsters than usual, which made for a lot of hard work in extracting the necessary ore.

Julian had no time to comment on this before the lift came to an abrupt halt.

"Strange," Wren said, "I thought we had chosen level 110." The girl looked at the dial, which showed level 98.

"We did." Julian gripped the hilt of his sword. "Get ready. Looks like there's something outside."

The elevator door slowly open, and the trio could see nothing but darkness. Some blurry figure approached the entrance.

Wren drew her dagger from its sheath, ready for battle, and Julian was ready to get into a defensive posture.

Miranda, however, was ahead of them all.

With a battle cry, she rushed towards the entrance, swinging her right leg and striking the figure she and her friends assumed to be a shadow person. The dark silhouette let out a shriek from the blow and bent slightly. Miranda decided not to wait for the enemy to come to his senses, and with her left fist she struck the monster in the chest. The figure fell from the hard blow and began to whimper in pain. It was the whimpering that made the three of them stop, for the shadow man would have growled, whereas the sounds from the unfamiliar silhouette were similar to... human?

Julian quickly pulled a flashlight from his pocket and shined it on the moving figure.

"Lance?!" Now that was someone they hadn't expected to see here, but the second-in-command of The First Slash clan.

"Welp.... This is awkward." Not to say there was regret in Miranda's voice at seeing a familiar.... hmm. Well, it was a little hard for her to call Lance a friend. Near Lance himself, a small bag lay on the ground with some notes, a knife, and purple mushrooms falling out of it. "Right, that dumbass was babbling something about mushrooms early and wanting to study them," Miranda thought.

Julian and Wren ran up to the pink-haired adventurer, who was holding onto... *ahem* something was below his waist with both hands. Apparently Miranda's foot had hit the man's sorest spot, and the left hook had hit him in the solar plexus, judging by Lance's hitched breath.

"Forgive us, we didn't know it was you," Wren examined the adventurer for injuries, thankfully nothing serious. Well, aside from his... dignity.

Julian gave Lance a hand, helping him slowly to his feet. "We weren't expecting any adventurers in the mines, so we immediately took you for an enemy. Are you alright?" He asked, to which Lance just nodded his head, gratefully accepting the help. He carefully crouched down on the rock, moaning slightly in pain. The blond-haired farmer looked sympathetically at Lance: he of all people should know how painful a blow below the belt was. Ouch...

"Erm, I'll go and break some ice on level 40 so he can put it on his di- uh... bruise. Be right back. Don't die in there." Miranda said a little gruffly to Lance as he continued to burn the girl with his gaze. Five minutes - and the long-haired girl returned with a small bag from which droplets of water were slowly dripping.

"Me and Wren will check this level then, in case there are any shadow people here," Julian beckoned Wren with his hand, asking to keep him company.

"Sure. We'll hang around here. Take care, alright?" Miranda replied to her friends. By the time Wren and Julian had moved a little further away from the elevator, Lance, who was sitting on a rock, had managed to get his breathing back to normal. One spot, however, still ached.

"You know," he began, "not that I'm insist for an apology, but don't you think it would be appropriate to..." Before Lance could finish his sentence, an empty iron can with Joja's logo on it flew into his head.

"Didn't get to the ice, it's too high. You can put this on your... ugh, privates. it's cold enough." Miranda said carelessly to Lance.

The pink-haired man looked disdainfully at the old rusty soda can. Taking a deep breath, he suppressed the urge to forget his own upbringing and hurl so much cursing at the girl that he'd have to go to Yoba's temple for swearing.

"Thank you very much for your kindness." Even though Lance's voice remained calm, you couldn't help but hear the sarcasm in his voice. "But I think I'm going to decline your help."

"Oh, really? A shame," Miranda's voice was also drenched in venom. "It's not good to refuse kindness. That's arrogance. I was actually trying for you, looking for something cold."

"I'm not going to attach this. Or anything. Especially in front of you."

"Listen here, you piece of shit!" The girl hissed. "I'm going to shove this can right up your a-"

"We're back!" Julian and Wren showed up just in time.

"There's no one else on this level but us. I even managed to get some gold ore, enough for our- is that a Joja cola can?" Julian raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"What?" Miranda crossed her arms, turning to Julian. "As good as any ice."

Lance only snorted irritably. Wren couldn't help but giggle at the funny picture, and Julian only sighed tiredly. It looked like they'd be getting to the Saloon much later than they'd planned.

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