#I have to remember to put a gym bag in my car in the morning or I'll have nothing to change into when I want to go at the end of the day

[giuliettagaltieri]

Obsessive Little Thing

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Lovesick!Reader

Chapter Synopsis: A jerk, a bitch, and the sidekicks

Warning: Angst, swearing, one sided pining, shallow/light writing, you and Rafe are equally stupid in your own ways.

Word Count: 1598

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You can clearly remember the day you first started liking Rafe Cameron.

It was midsummer five years ago.  He was older than you and he only hung out with boys.  You were on the sidelines, afraid to talk to other girls like the popular Sarah Cameron and not interested in the conversation that the adults are having.

There was nothing interesting happening until Rafe Cameron decided to talk to you.  Well, it was just pleasantries being passed between you as you were standing by the cocktail table, sipping on your nonalcoholic juice as your mother insisted, and he was just needing a drink for himself.  One thing led to another and he was keeping you company the entire night, you did see how his stepmother was exchanging glances with him.  Whatever kindness Rafe Cameron showed you, it was not voluntary.

But you are grateful for it.

You started slotting yourself in his life, little by little, and he let you.

It was summer again and you had nothing else to do but bother him.

Dressed up in your polo shirt tucked in a light figure hugging shorts, your tennis shoes crunch over the pebbles of your driveway as you make your way to your car to head to the country club. 

In the mornings, you know that he likes to hit the gym with Topper and Kelce, you’d join them but they all stink of sweat and you’d rather pass.  Around this time, you know they will be at the Country Club, drinking or playing golf.

Smiling widely, you check your compact for anything out of place and smile even wider when you are content with how you look, sending a wink to your own reflection.

Rafe begrudgingly taught you how to drive a couple of years ago and you feel giddy with the memory.  You park carefully once you arrive at the Country Club and you spritz your favorite perfume behind your ears.  Rafe mentioned it smelled nice before and you have been using it ever since.  All the other perfume bottles that you are gifted on your birthdays and Christmas were left to collect dust in your closet.

You pinch your high socks to make sure that they fit snuggly, you can’t appear unkempt in front of Rafe and his friends.  With a practiced smile, you hop out of your car and saunter over to Rafe’s usual table, and just as you expected, he’s right there, having beer with Topper and Kelce.

“Hi!”  You greet them enthusiastically.  Topper and Kelce smile upon seeing you.  Rafe glances behind his shoulder to look at you before he turns back to his beer.

“Hi, Rafe.”  You say as you reach him, you place a hand on his arm to further get his attention and he squints up at you, making you giggle.  You sit down next to him, with a smile still on your face.  “I said…Hi, Rafe.”

He glances at Topper and Kelce, smiling briefly before it drops and he leans closer to you, his hard eyes staring deep into yours.  “Hi, Y/N.”

Your cheeks warm upon the soft gravel of his voice and you try to hide your proud smirk.  You like it when he actually acknowledges you, despite how rude he might act, you know he’s nice deep down.  Rafe has quite a temper and you have seen his outburst multiple times but he is always gentle with you.

Mindless conversation rolls over you until a soft chime in your bag has you pulling out your phone.  “Ugh, sorry.”  You smile sheepishly as you put your phone on silent mode.  “My mom has been trying to convince me to shift to business management courses.”

“Oh yeah, you took up fashion design, right?”  Kelce nods as he sip his beer and you beam at him.

“I did, Kelce.  Would you like to see my recent designs?”  You ask excitedly as you open your gallery and place your phone so Topper and Kelce can look at your sketch.

But Rafe chuckles humorlessly.  “Sweetheart, I don’t think Kelce came here to look at your drawings.”

“Oh.”  Your smile drops, your shoulders sagging just a bit.  “I’m sorry.”  You press home and Kelce and Topper both see how Rafe was your screensaver.  You don’t look embarrassed by it though.

“That’s fine.”  Kelce smiled at you.  “They’re uhm, they’re good.  Right, Top?”  He slaps Topper’s chest who quickly nods at you, even sending a frown to Rafe.

“They’re really nice, Y/N.  Perhaps you can make a suit for me for midsummer next year?”  He smiles and you gasp.

“Really, Top?”  You stand from your chair to grab his hand and he chuckles at your excitement.

“Yeah.”  Topper nods, grinning widely at your enthusiasm.

You sit back down and glance at Rafe triumphantly.  “See?  They’re not just drawings.”

Rafe rolls his eyes and grabs his beer.  “Sure.”

You drink your cherry cola, which was put under Rafe’s tab, swinging your feet as you sit closer to him, your smile not leaving your face. 

“Do you need sunglasses?”  You ask Rafe quietly as he squints under the sunlight.  “I have one in my car.”  He ignores you to listen to Topper talk.  “Or do you wanna switch seats with me, at least you won’t be facing the sun directly.”  You giggle lightly as you lean even closer to him.

Rafe shakes his head, eyeing you briefly.  “I’m good.”

You sigh but then you get a brilliant idea.  “At least wear sunscreen.”  You fish out a bottle of sunscreen from your pouch.  Rafe clicks his tongue when you spread the cream evenly on your palm and just as your hands were about to touch his face, his hands caught your wrist to stop you.

The sudden movement caught the server passing by off guard and the cocktail she was carrying came spilling onto Rafe’s polo.

“Oh no!”  You gasp, quickly wiping your hand on your thighs and dabbing a napkin on Rafe’s stained top.

The server apologizes profusely, she was even pressing her own napkin on Rafe’s clothes, but your eyes immediately lock on how her hands are pressed up on Rafe’s chest.

Before you can stop yourself, you are prying her hands off of Rafe, his shirt crumpled by your hands as you pull him close, your eyes glaring daggers at her.

“Don’t touch him!”  You scream angrily at her.  Her chest is heaving as her short hair is in disarray.  You glance at her nametag.  “Sofia.”  You say bitterly.  “Watch where you’re going next time!  If you can’t even serve drinks properly without pouring them all over your patrons, perhaps you shouldn’t be working here!”  You yell at her but before she can respond, Rafe’s arms wrap around your midriff and he lifts you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. 

“Put me down, now!”  You scream as you kick your feet but Rafe enclosed your thighs in a secure hold.

“Not until you calm down!”  He bellows, making you swallow the insult you were about to throw at Sofia.

You gulp.  You pissed him off.

You bite your lip as you let Rafe carry you to your car.  He puts you down roughly on your hood, you immediately squirm at the impact and at the heat of the metal under your thighs.

“Put me down!”  You squeal in pain but Rafe holds your thighs in each hand, you stop all movement when you see his tendons popping out, his eyes glaring at you.  “Rafe, I’m sor-”

“You’re fucking impossible, you know that?”  He angrily spits through gritted teeth.  His grip on your thighs tightening with every word he spoke, making you flinch and shrink back, your eyes glossy with tears.  “You just embarrassed me!”

You blanch at his tone.  “Rafe, I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to.”  You hiccup as you touch his jaw but he turns his head to the opposite direction, away from your touch.  His nose flared as his anger nearly boiled over.  His face was turning red and you see a vein bulge in his temple.

“She only spilled the drink on me because you were being insufferable.  That girl didn’t deserve to be yelled at.  You were a fucking bitch!”  He drilled a finger on your chest, making tears stream down your cheeks.  “God!  I can’t stand you.”  He shakes his head as he glares at you before storming off.

You called his name but he was already marching back inside the Country Club.  You watch him march away, his shoulders squared as he runs a hand down his mouth.  Your entire body was shaking as you looked at him desperately. 

Kelce comes and helps you down the hood.  You were clinging to his arms as you looked in the direction where Rafe disappeared.  “I said I was sorry.”  You look at Kelce with tears pouring out of your desperate eyes.  “Kelce, I said I was sorry.”

Topper shakes his head as he snatches a handkerchief from his pocket and hands it to you.  Your stuff already in his other hand

“Come on, Y/N.”  Topper calls.  “I’ll drive you home.”

Reluctantly, you step away from Kelce.  You glance at the Country Club one last time to see if Rafe came back and you wish you hadn’t, there he was with that server, Sofia.  Rafe was smiling down at her, she had a hand on her chest as she too smiled at him.  They are clearly talking about you.

Topper gently puts an arm on your shoulders to get you to tear your eyes away from them.

Lovesick Little Thing

[writtenbymoonflower]

Hello hello !!!

I hope you are doing fantastic <3

Could I request a poly!marauders x reader where reader randomly faints in the middle of class after complaining that she felt a little dizzy and the boys comforts her ? (I have no idea if you already wrote for this, if so, I apologize !!)

Lots of love <33

Hi lovely! This isn't super saccharine with the comfort, I hope that's okay! poly!marauders x fem!reader, mondern!au

cw: fainting, swearing

724 words

You sat on the bench outside of your classroom, a half-eaten granola bar crumbling onto your lap when James all but fee-fi-fo-fummed down the hallway towards you, still flushed after rushing here in the middle of practice. 

“Jamie! Be quiet.” You scolded, cutting your eyes towards the open classroom door, the lecture still in progress. 

“Are you okay? Did you fall? Did you hurt yourself?” He knelt in from of you, checking for injury. 

“I’m fine. I was by my chair, my deskmate caught me.” He didn’t look very relieved. 

“What happened, sweetheart?” He pulled his phone out, typing in a number. 

“I just felt a bit dizzy, I have since this morning.” You started. James put his phone down when Remus and Sirius walked through the glass doors. 

“We’ve got the car pulled around.” Sirius scrambled his words out, rushing to you. 

“Remus! Don’t you have work today?” You whisper-scolded. He just rolled his eyes. You went to stand up but all the boys flinched. 

“Careful!” James’ hands shot out to gently push you back down. “Don’t get up too fast.” He beckoned Sirius to cage you on the other side. 

“I was able to walk out of the classroom just fine on my own.” You still took hold of James’ arm and allowed him to walk you out. 

“You’re feeling okay now though, right?” Sirius’ tone was laced with anxiety. 

“I’m perfectly fine.” You reached for him with your free hand.

“Do you know why you fainted?” Remus asked as he pushed the heavy door open, leading you straight to the car. You and James climbed into the backseat, Sirius in the front (it was just like him to never give up his shotgun seat), and Remus driving.

“No.” You could sense the downturn of his mouth without even having to see. “But I’m sure it’s nothing major.” 

“Um, babe.” Sirius was half concern and half sass. “I’m pretty sure that fainting without an apparent reason is very fucking concerning.” You were about to respond but James got there first.

“Why don’t we just backtrack.” He turned to you. “Did you sleep all right last night, angel?” You nodded. “Did you eat today?” You nodded again. “What did you have?” 

“Toast.” You responded. 

“Just toast?” Remus asked severely. 

“It was two pieces. And it’s only just past noon.” You reasoned. He looked displeased but didn’t argue more. James took that as permission to continue his gentle interrogation. 

“Did you have water with that, lovely?” He looked at you, an air of knowingness in his gaze. You rolled your lips in shame. Sirius turned around in his chair to look at you aghast. You knew that Remus was preoccupied with you, since he did not lecture him on seat belt safety. 

“Baby! We literally talked about this yesterday.” 

“Oh like you’re any better.” You scoffed. “If I remember correctly you were also being lectured yesterday.”

“Oi! My water bottle is half empty right now I’ll have you know.” He huffed and turned back around dramatically. You could see Remus rolling his eyes in the rearview mirror. 

“Back on topic please.” He scolded. James took the mantle back. 

“Angel, I think you probably fainted because you were dehydrated.” He said gently. 

“And because you didn’t have a proper breakfast.” Remus scolded. James gave him a look begging for patience and dug through his gym bag. He fished out a full bottle of water and a protein bar. 

“This isn’t much but it will do until we can get some decent food in you.” He handed them over, squeezing your shoulder affectionately. You rolled your eyes, pretending that you weren’t actually very hungry and thirsty. You drank the water in just a few large gulps. 

“Someone’s thirsty.” Sirius deadpanned. 

“Yeah, you. For attention.” You sassed. He turned around, squawking indignantly and swiping at you like a cat. You tried to kick him from your seat but Remus caught your foot. 

“Can you please refrain from fist fighting until we are out of the moving vehicle?” He was trying (and failing) to sound reprimanding. You grumbled. 

“You shouldn’t be fist fighting with the sick and injured anyway, pads.” James said, placing a hand on your thigh. It was Sirius’ turn to grumble. 

“Alright, fine.” Sirius said, faux indigent. “But the minute you’re better, it’s on dolly.”

[krirebr]

More Than This 7

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x f!reader, Steve Rogers & f!reader

Word Count: ~3.9k

Summary: Arranged marriages have always been used to solidify business deals among the ultra-wealthy. Your stepfather wants to be in business with Harlan Thrombey, so now it's your turn.

Warnings: Angst, age difference, adult themes, institutional sexism, explicit language, fighting, my own rampant abuse of italics and em dashes, non-stop continuous action (not the car chase kind, but like, the no section breaks kind), the slooowest burn - Warnings will be added as needed for subsequent parts. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

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A/N: There's no going back now.

Permanent thanks, as always, to @paperweight91 who lets me talk her ear off about this and always has the best input.

I cannot wait to talk to you all about this one, so please leave me a comment, reblog, or ask to let me know what you think! And if you need to come scream at me, that's even better!

As always, thank you so much for reading! 💜

You woke up to the sun streaming in through the windows. You rolled over and checked the time. It was after nine. You’d slept hard—the exhaustion of everything catching up with you. And yet you still hadn’t woken up feeling rested. You couldn’t remember the last time you did.

You grabbed your phone and groaned when you saw all the notifications. Texts, missed calls, two voicemails. All from Steve. He was freaking out. 

Are you ok?

Did something happen?

Please call me

And a few more just like them. You were too tired to answer. You didn’t know how. Besides, it wasn’t like he hadn’t ignored your messages before. You grimaced at your own pettiness. You would answer him when you knew what to say.

As soon as Lola noticed you were awake, she hopped off your makeshift bed and ran to the door, scratching at it to be let out. You sighed. Of course, the safety of your isolation couldn’t last forever. The good news was that it was late enough that Ransom must be gone. You could put that off at least until the evening.

When you opened the door, Lola at your heels, you heard someone moving around downstairs. You hadn’t thought it was a Carol day, but you must’ve lost track. It wasn’t until you were halfway down the stairs that you saw Ransom puttering around in the kitchen, his back to you. Your stomach dropped. Shit shit shit. Why was he here? You contemplated running back into the gym, but as soon as she saw him, Lola darted out ahead of you and raced down the stairs so she could dance around at his feet. He crouched down to greet her. “Morning, Lola,” he rumbled, his voice still full of sleep. “D’you have a good night?” She hopped up and down, pawing at his leg.

You took a deep breath and gathered all of your courage. “She wants breakfast,” you said from your place on the stairs.

His head whipped up to you. He stood up awkwardly. “Oh, uh, where’s her food?”

You came down the rest of the stairs and passed in front of him into the kitchen. “I’ll do it,” you said as you went straight to the cabinet where you kept Lola’s meal supplies. 

Once you had her fed and briefly let her out the back door, you noticed multiple bags of take-out on the island. “What’s all this?”

“Oh, uh,” Ransom rubbed the back of his neck as he stared at you. “I thought we should probably have breakfast. Together. And I didn’t really know what you like, so…” he shrugged.

You quickly took stock of the food. There were diner waffles, pastries from a bakery, eggs benedict from a fancy brunch place. “Thank you,” you said. “That’s nice.” You grabbed a danish from the pastry bag and sat down at the island. “I, uh–” you started then stopped, and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry I freaked out last night. I, uh– I don’t know what happened. I– I was scared, I guess, by the–” you gestured to your stomach. “But um, I shouldn’t’ve– It won’t happen again, you know? I’m fine now. Everything’s fine.”

Ransom leaned against the counter, facing you, and closed his eyes. He didn’t say anything for a long moment, then looked you straight in the eyes and said, “I’m so fucking tired of that word.”

You set down your pastry and looked at him, confused. “What?”

“You’re always so fucking fine, aren’t you? I ask how your day was, it was fine. I ask how you feel about something, it’s fine. I ask what’s wrong when you’re clearly upset, and you say, ‘Oh nothing, everything’s fine.’ It’s fine! It’s fine! It’s fine! I can’t hear it one more time.”

All you could do was sputter for a moment. “What– What are you talking about?! I’ve just been doing what you wanted!”

“How is this what I wanted?” he asked, his frustration shocking you..

But then, your mind started to catch up a bit and you were suddenly filled with indignation. “You told me to pack light! You– You– You made it clear! I know you don’t want me here so I’m just– I’m just trying to do what you want! I'm staying out of your way!”

He laughed and the hollow sound was so startling. “This is you staying out of my way? You’re just this presence that’s always here! That makes me feel unwelcome in my own home!”

That had you standing up so quickly that it sent the stool you’d been on tumbling to the floor behind you. A frightened Lola scampered up the stairs, her collar tinkling sharply, but neither of you noticed. 

“What?!” you shouted, “How could– I– This is your house! How could you ever feel unwelcome here? I’ve never felt welcome here for even a moment! I’m not even a guest here, I’m just this, this– I don’t know! I’m just this pest that you wish you could exterminate but you can’t. You don’t want me here and I feel it every single day.”

“Well, you’ve never told me that, have you?” He almost growled out. “I’m just supposed to know! I see you making this list in your head of everything I’m doing wrong, all the ways I’m disappointing you but you never say anything about any of it. But then when I don’t know how to fix any of it, because I don’t actually know what’s wrong, you resent me for it!” You started to open your mouth and he slammed a hand down on the island between you. “Don’t deny it. I can see it whenever you look at me. You’ve decided that I’m the villain here, right? I’m the bad guy in this story. And I don’t–” He moved his hands to his hips and looked away from you, shaking his head. “I have no idea who you are,” he said, quieter now but no less forceful. “You don’t want me to. You have me just grasping at straws and– But you’ve just decided, huh? That you know exactly who I am.”

All you could do for a full fifteen seconds was just gape at him. He looked tired suddenly. Sad, as if that made any sense at all with anything that had happened. But then you remembered everything that had happened and your anger came flooding back. “Yes, I know who you are. Of course, I do! Because you showed me! It’s like you’ve completely forgotten how we met. Or our wedding!” A tear fell down your cheek and you knew more were about to follow, ready to tip over your lashes. You wanted to wipe them away, but you also just couldn’t take the time to stop right now. “You were awful! Really fucking awful. Right from the beginning you were so cruel and– and now– No! I– How can you expect me to come to you with anything when you all but told me not to during that first dinner?! When you told me you didn’t want me taking up any space here? Or that you would get rid of Lola?! Of course I don’t talk to you! What am I supposed to talk to you about when you terrify me? When everything I have comes from you and you don’t give me anything? When you hold all of the power?!” 

“What fucking power?” Ransom shouted, throwing his arms wide. “If I had any power at all, neither of us would be in this mess!”

“It’s still more than I have! I have nothing! You’re the heir. You matter to people. I’ve only ever been a bargaining chip. And now that they’ve made the deal, no one gives a shit what happens to me. You could do anything to me, and they wouldn’t care! Even my mom–” You cut yourself off, tears choking your voice.

There was a beat of silence, and then, “Even your mom what?” Ransom asked, his voice rough. He was staring at you like the next words out of your mouth would be the most important ever spoken.

And it was only because you felt it too, everything riding on this, that you managed to say, your voice so small and your eyes downcast, “She only ever asks if I’m making you happy.”

When he didn’t say anything to that, you looked back up to find him staring at you, his eyes incredibly serious. But not angry, something– something else. Finally, he sighed and, putting both elbows on the island, said, “I’m really fucking miserable. How ‘bout you?”

You would try to examine it later, the way your instinct in that moment was to apologize or try to downplay your own feelings, your mom’s voice in your head no matter how much you hated it, but instead you took a deep breath and said, “Yeah, I’m– I’ve been so unhappy.”

He nodded then scrubbed a hand over his face. “I think,” he said slowly. “I think we’ve both been acting like if we just ignore this hard enough we’ll wake up one day and this will be over and our lives will go back to normal. But now with the–,” he gestured to you. “We can’t keep doing that. We gotta– We have to figure out a way to live with this.”

“Yeah,” you said quietly, wrapping one arm around your stomach. You couldn’t help but look at him a little warily. Was this real? Did he mean it? “How do we do that?” 

He chuckled ruefully. “I don’t know.”

You just looked at him for a moment before you were interrupted by your stomach growling loudly. “Sorry,” you said, awkwardly. “I didn’t eat much last night.”

“Right,” he said with a decisive nod, “breakfast.”

You each served yourselves from all the food he’d ordered. He righted the stool you knocked over and you both sat down to eat. You didn’t say anything, neither of you did. You figured he had just as much to think about as you did. 

You couldn’t stop thinking about how he’d said he had no idea who you were. It’d been easy, maybe, to forget that this was something that had happened to both of you, when you were in his house, facing his family, working your way into his life. It’d never occurred to you, after that first meeting, that he might want to get to know you, might want to see past all the walls you’d put up to protect yourself. But you felt like they were fortified now. You weren’t sure how to take them down.

Even though you kept your focus on your food, you could tell he kept glancing at you. You felt his eyes on you every few minutes. Finally, as you both finished up your food, he cleared his throat. “I’m an asshole,” he said quietly. “I just am. I always have been. But uh, you didn’t– You didn’t deserve that at dinner. Or the wedding. Or when I yelled at you last night. It didn’t– I don’t think it occurred to me that you’d take me, what I said, seriously. I’m not used to people listening to me, not like that.”

You stared at your plate for a moment and tried to keep breathing. “I– Of course, I took you seriously. What else would I do? I didn’t know you and I was already so scared and– How was I supposed to know you didn’t mean it?” You could feel yourself starting to cry again and wiped furiously at your eyes.

He sighed heavily. “Yeah, I– I didn’t do a good job of understanding how hard this was for you. And I– I’ll try not to do that again.”

All you could do with that was nod.

“But uh– I need you to talk to me, tell me when something’s wrong. I can’t– I need you to talk to me. I’ll, uh, I won’t be mad or– I feel like the few times you’ve let yourself be upset, those are the only times I felt like I could actually see you. I want to be able to see you.”

You took a deep breath. “I’m uh,” you started, trying to find your words. “I’m used to having to put on a mask. It’s really hard for me to not do that.”

He nodded slowly. “How ‘bout,” he said, “I’ll try to be less of an asshole if you try to let yourself be more of one?”

You laughed. You couldn’t help it, it just bubbled out of you, to your own surprise. “Sure,” you smiled, “yeah. Deal.” You met his eyes and he looked proud of himself. There was something about the way he was looking at you that made you have to look away. You put all your attention into taking a last bite of your food.

“So,” he said, and he sounded serious again. “I think we should talk about last night.”

It took everything in you to not shrink down. You wanted to do anything else, but he was right. You needed to. So you nodded and waited for him to start.

“You said– Well. You said a lot of things. But let’s start with– You said I keep you trapped here.”

Your brow furrowed a little bit. “Well, yeah, you only have one car and you don’t have a driver. How am I supposed to go anywhere?”

The dawning realization on his face would have almost been comical if it had been about something that hadn’t caused you so much pain. “Oh my god,” he said. “I– Why didn’t you– No, right. Yeah.” He took out his phone and started typing. “I’ll figure something out. Do you drive?”

“Steve taught me, a little, when I was a teenager. But I’m not– I’m not super comfortable,” you shrugged.

“Ok,” he said typing a few more words, then put his phone down. He looked at you very seriously and said, “Now I need you to tell me exactly what you meant about siccing my mom on you.”

“Oh, well, just that she came over, you know, the next day after I told you I wanted to find a job.”

Ransom’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Here? She came here?”

“Well, yeah,” you said, not entirely sure what was happening. “She let herself in and said you’d talked to her about how I wanted to work and that you wanted me to focus on giving you a family. That that was my job now.”

Ransom’s face darkened in a way you’d never seen before. “Fucking–” he growled. “Goddamnit.” You watched him warily and when he made eye contact, you saw the way he worked to soften his expression. He shook his head. “I never said that. I just, I brought it up to her because she has connections, you know, in surprising places. I should have known. I was stupid. And when you didn’t bring it up again, I just, I assumed it hadn’t worked out and you didn’t want to talk about it.” He took a deep breath, clearly trying to make himself calm down. “Did she say anything else?”

You looked at him carefully. It was almost like he looked different today, something about him. It really did seem like he was trying. So you took a breath and decided to trust him. “She wasn’t very nice to me. She never is. She’s– She’s only ever been awful to me.”

“Yeah,” he said grimly, “that’s fucking Linda. Alright, she comes here again, I want you to tell me. Don’t even talk to her, just call me right away. She tries to call you, you tell me. She ever says anything to you, you tell me, ok?”

“Yeah,” you said, and you didn’t know how to guard yourself from the warmth that spread through you. “I’ll tell you.”

He nodded. “Good. And if you still want to get a job, I’ll help you, ok? I want to do that.”

“Yeah, I,” you sighed, “I don’t know. Everything’s really overwhelming right now.”

“I get that,” he said, “but if you change your mind, let me know.”

“I will,” you promised. Then, when he didn’t immediately bring up another topic from the night before, you raised one of your own. “Um, you never use your gym.” He looked at you, confused, and you shook your head at yourself. “Sorry, it’s just, you have all those rooms upstairs that you never use, and well, you and I,” you rested a hand on your belly, “we did what we needed to do, right? So, uh, I’m having my bedroom furniture shipped here and if it’s alright, I’d like to, uh, turn that room into my room.” 

There was a long pause, long enough for you to get uncomfortable, start to worry that you’d messed up. His face was blank, you couldn’t find any clues there. Then, finally, he seemed to shake himself and said, “Yeah, sure, of course. I’ll, uh, I’ll have it cleared out for you.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. “Great! Thank you! I’m sure you’ll be happy to have your own space back.”

“Right, yeah,” he said and nodded several times. “Yeah.”   

You both got quiet again after that, but it didn’t feel as oppressive as it often had before. Eventually, you began cleaning up breakfast together. As you moved around him in the kitchen to load the dishwasher, you paused. “Hey, uh, what’d you tell your parents? About last night, dinner?”

“Oh,” he said, turning to you from the fridge. “Just that I was suddenly violently ill and we couldn’t make it.”

That stopped you completely. You’d been bent over as you loaded plates, but now you stood up, giving him all of your attention. “Really? You didn’t– didn’t blame me? Or uh, tell them about–”

He finished what he was doing and closed the fridge, then closed some of the space between you. “What? No, fuck that. Listen, any excuse to not have to deal with Richard and Linda is welcome. I’m serious. Fuck them.”

That was when everything really hit you, just how badly you'd misread so much of what had happened. Of all the pain you’d suffered over the past months, how much of it had been self-inflicted? Would everything have been so much easier, for both of you, if you’d just been willing to talk to him? For what felt like the thousandth time that morning, you felt your eyes beginning to well. You tried to turn your head away, but Ransom noticed before you could.

“Hey,” Ransom said quietly as he approached you cautiously, stopping right in front of you, his hands hovering in the air between you both. “What’s going on? What’s wrong?”

You shook your head. “I don’t know,” you said, your voice tight. “I don’t know. I just– Everything’s just been so hard.”

Ransom sighed, heavily. “Yeah. I know.”

“Um,” you let out a defeated, embarrassed little laugh as the tears began to fall down your face. “Do you think it’s too early to blame pregnancy hormones?” you asked, as you tried to make yourself stop crying.

Instead of dismissing it as a joke, Ransom looked at you very seriously. “I think that you can do whatever the fuck you want.”

There was something about that, the way it felt like acceptance, that made the tears come even harder.

It was then, of course, that your phone started vibrating on the counter, Steve’s ID flashing on the screen. “Oh,” you said, “um, shit.” You just stared at it, not quite able to pick it up. “I, uh, texted him last night. During everything. I’m sure he’s freaking out now.”

“Right,” Ransom nodded. “Well, I’ll give you some privacy.”

You were suddenly filled with the ridiculous need to not be alone right now. “Uh, yeah, thanks. But, uh, maybe, maybe don’t go far.” Your voice dropped out a little at the end of the sentence, embarrassed.

He looked at you carefully and you couldn’t imagine what he saw. A mess, probably. “Yeah,” he said, “of course. I’ll be just upstairs. Shout if you need me.”

Then he left and you took a deep breath. The call had gone to voicemail while you’d dithered, so you called Steve back, sure he’d try again anyway if you delayed any further.

He picked up immediately. “Oh thank god,” he breathed. “What’s going on? Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, I just–” you began, trying to keep your voice strong. But of course, you couldn’t hide from Steve.

“Are you crying?” he asked gruffly. “Why are you crying?”

“I’m not, Steve,” you lied.

“Chipmunk,” he said, sadly, knowing how hard the childhood nickname would hit you. “What’s going on? What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

You closed your eyes as tightly as you could. “Nothing. It’s just–” You knew you had to tell him something but you had no idea where to start. You could tell him, you supposed, about– about the baby, but it felt impossible to say out loud. And you had no idea how he’d react. Or, rather you had a very good idea, and it was very, very bad. You didn’t have the energy for that. Or the strength and courage. Not now. Maybe not ever. But you couldn’t talk about what happened the night before and this morning without mentioning that part, so really, you couldn’t talk about anything. And you knew your brother. You knew how that would go over. “I’m tired. And I miss you.”

He was silent for several moments. When he finally spoke, all he said was, “I know something happened.”

“It didn’t Steve. Everything’s fine.”

“I know you’re lying to me. Why are you lying?” He was pleading now and you were too tired and hormonal for this.

“Steve,” you pleaded right back, your voice breaking just a little. “Can you please just believe me? Just this once?”

There was another long pause, and then, “Goddammit, I hate this. I can’t– I worry about you all the time. Every time I see a missed call or text from you, my stomach drops. But now you won’t talk to me. And I can’t help you. I don’t know what to do about any of it.”

“Steve,” you sighed. “I know you think you should always be able to fix everything, but there’s just nothing for you to fix this time, ok? Please?”

He just sighed and you both quietly sat on the phone together. You didn’t know what to say to him but couldn’t hang up. Finally, he broke the silence with “I really fucking miss you.”

You smiled just a little, even as you wiped the tears from your face. “I fucking miss you too. And I love you.”

“I love you too,” he said quietly. He sighed again. “Ok, I should go. But we’ll talk again soon. Take care of yourself.”

“Ok,” you said softly. “Bye.” You hung up and set your phone down then put your head in your hands and let yourself cry without trying to stop it. You didn’t notice anything happening around you until you felt a weight settle onto the couch beside you and suddenly your lap was full of Lola. Then a hand gingerly touched your back. When you didn’t move away, it started gently moving up and down. You couldn’t help but lean into it.

The strangest sensation came over you. You couldn’t explain it, but as you sat there on the couch, crying while Ransom rubbed your back, you somehow felt the best you had in months.

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Kisses ~ Sam Kerr x Matildas!reader

Ever since Sam leaned in and kissed you for the first time in your car on a rainy first date, she has used the simple gesture as a form of love. On the flight back to London you're missing Sam just that little bit extra so you think of all the different types of kisses Sam would give you.

Rushed forehead kisses

You and Sam both play your club soccer in England but for different teams. You for your beloved Arsenal with Steph, Caitlin and now Kyra and Sam for her Chelsea. This meant you both trained on different days and left early in the morning while the other was still asleep. Today was one of those days. You had the day off while Sam had a 8am training and gym session straight after.

The bed dips slightly as you feel a light touch on your face. You open your eyes to see Sam softly smiling down at you while you adjust to the light in the room.

"Good morning my love. I have to go, but I wanted to say bye"

You lean up and give Sam a quick hug before she quickly kisses you on the forehead and bolts out the door. You laugh to yourself as you heard Sam trip on her pair of shoes you asked her to move at least 3 times in the past day.

Knuckle kisses

Sam surprised you with a short 4 day holiday away in the English countryside since you both were injured and your teams are playing away this weekend. Your shared bag is in the car and you couldn't be more excited to have some alone time with Sam. Sam walks quickly to your side and opens the door like the gentlewomen she is and you give her a kiss as a thank you. You being the designated passenger princess in the relationship meant you get to control the music for the trip.

As the buildings passed and various music genres have been sung by both of you, Sam moves her hand from your thigh and grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles. You blush at the gesture and squeeze Sam's hand 3 times as a silent way to tell her you love her.

"What's that for baby?"

You ask in confusion.

"Nothing really. I just adore you so much and I wanted to show it"

Sam looks at you with her trademark smile and you melt then and there. That was the moment you knew that you were going to marry this girl.

Grateful kisses

It's one of those days again where you had the day off and Sam had training so you decided to do the grocery shopping before you and Sam were meeting up with Steph, Caitlin and Macca for dinner. As you turned the trolley down various aisles, you noticed some of the chocolates that Sam enjoys and decided to surprise her with them. Grabbing the sweet treat, you turn around to see a bouquet of her favourite flowers. You put them in the trolley and continue of with your shop.

When you arrive home, you put the treats and flowers on the kitchen bench with a note that reads just because xx . You put all the food away in its place and you remember the Mount Everest of laundry that's on your bed. As you started folding, you hear the front door open.

"Baby?"

Sam calls out as she rounds the corner to see the flowers and treats.

"Bedroom!"

You hear quick and heavy footsteps before two strong arms wrap around your waist and kisses flooding your cheek and the side of your neck.

"Thank you for the flowers and chocolates"

"I remember you said you liked them so I bought them for you"

Sam turns you around and holds your hips close to her. She moves a small piece of your fringe away and holds your cheek like it's made from glass. Sam's lips join yours and the kiss sends you both end up on top of the laundry.

"I'm so grateful for you and I don't tell you enough"

"You show me in different ways and that's all that matters. I'm grateful for you too Sammy"

Shoulder kisses

Sam had a late training and media duties day again for Chelsea so you decided to make her favourite dinner. After getting back from the store 30 minutes before Sam was due to arrive, you quickly got to work in the kitchen. Just as you put the wooden spoon down from stirring the pasta, you feel arms around you and small kisses on your shoulder. You lean back into Sam and she mumbles something into you shoulder.

"What was that honey?"

"I said, it smells like home in here"

Sam replies with a sad tone.

You turn around in her arms and caress Sam's cheek with a pout on your face.

"At least we're going back for Christmas break. Only 2 more weeks my love"

You say hoping to cheer up your now fiancé.

"I guess you're right. Having you here with me helps that home sickness go away"

"You name it and I'll do my best to help babe"

Sam smirks at your suggestion and you playfully hit her chest.

"Not like that you perve!"

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Surprise Visit (Y/N Ulrich Universe)

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What started as a nice morning with an early visit to the gym, turned out a bit weird when in the way home, your dad called you to let you know that there were guests waiting for both at your house, which left both of you confused since none of you talked about visiting any of your friends

"Last chance to guess who is inside the house", you sighed once Jack's car stopped in the front yard next to yours

"I still don't have any idea of who could it be", Jack sighed turning off the car, "I mean, we already texted all of our friends and all of them denied to be here"

"I hate that dad didn't tell us anything"

Grabbing Butters who was on your lap, while Jack got the two gym bags, both of you walked towards the front porch to open the door, hearing small sounds in the kitchen, which made the two of you even more curious, and even more when a small girl who both of you knew well ran towards you hugging you both

"Sweetpea", you exclaimed in surprise hugging her with your free arm, "What are you doing here?"

"We came to surprise you", Penelope responded while passing to hug Jack

"Who's we?", Jack frowned

"Hi!"

Hearing that voice, the three of you looked at that direction to see Max standing next to the cat tower where Tatum was watching him with curiosity

"It's not that we aren't happy to see you again, but, what is happening?", you asked

Before Max could answer, there was another voice speaking from the kitchen

"Guys, the pancakes are almost ready"

Intrigued about the situation, all of you walked more into the house to see the entire grid in the kitchen, almost all of them preparing breakfast, while others where cleaning the dishes or others just sitting there

"I think we need context", Jack said which gained the attention of all of them

"We're making breakfast for all", Carlos responded putting the pancakes in a big plate

"Yeah, that's clear", Jack nodded still surprised

"Why don't you guys go change and leave your things while we finish preparing everything?", Fernando suggested

"Wait a second", you spoke before going upstairs, "Did my dad just let you in without arguing?"

"He just asked why we where here, we answered, he let us in and then he left", Alex responded

"He gave me a hug, and said he was proud of me", Logan mentioned with happiness, "And also that it doesn't matter where I go next year he will be supporting me"

"He saw me and laughed at me", Lando added, "And kept laughing until he was out of the house"

"Wonder why", George snorted

Still processing the madness in the kitchen, both of you left Butters in the cat tower with Tatum before going upstairs to your room where you closed the door inmediatly

"What the fuck is going on?", you exclaimed sure that Penelope wasn't going to hear the bad word

"It's summer break, they're supposed to be on vacation, Zandvoort is next week, use your last days free to go to the beach or something", Jack also exclaimed leaving the gym bags in your vanity chair, "What are they doing here?"

Still panicking about what they were doing in Los Angeles, specially in your house, both of you started to pace around your room, until realasation hit both of you

"When they returned us here they were fighting which garage we should stay for Las Vegas", Jack remembered

"Shut the fuck up", you murmured sitting in your bed, "This is going to be madness"

"At least we can laugh at them while they do this... I don't know what to call it"

"And they prepared breakfast", you concided, "I hope those who burn food or doesn't know how to do a thing didn't touched my kitchen tools, or anything"

Changing from the gym clothes to something more comfortable, both of you grabbed the gift for Penelope's fifth birthday to return to the first floor where several plates of international food where waiting on the center counter of the kitchen

"Sweetpea, we have something for you", you smiled at what the small girl did the same, "We know that your birthday was a few weeks ago"

"And since we couldn't be there, we bought you a gift that we were planning on send to you", Jack continued, "But since you are here, we decided to give it to you"

Putting the box in front of her, Penelope smiled hugging both of you before openning the giant box in front of her pulling out plushies of an ikran, an ilu and a giant Cinnamoroll (that left Max wondering who was going to lose the seat in his private plane for the white plushie)

"I love them", Penelope exclaimed trying to hug the three at the same time, "Thank you"

"How I'm going to get that giant thing on the plane?", Max questioned looking at the dads of the grid

"Just put it inside a bag", Checo responded at what Kevin and Nico nodded in agreement, "It will save space"

"And it will be easy to carry around", Kevin added, "Where did you got the giant plushie?"

"Build-A-Bear", Jack responded, "We made a few calls and got it early"

"We need to go there before leaving", Nico said to Kevin at what he agreeded

Aproaching the kitchen, plates and utensils were distributed and everyone grabbed a bit of everything, and even Tatum and Butters got some of what they can eat in their plates

"You guys have an impressive garden in there", Lewis said refering to the cultive garden

"Thanks, we started working on it since we got the house", you responded, "And that is since early two thousands"

"Seb would like it", Lance commented

"That just made my day", you smiled, "By the way, how is going to work this "activity"?"

"Each team created slide shows with pretty convincing arguments of why both of you should be in the garage for Las Vegas", George explained, "Which is also Jack's birthday"

"So, like an audition?", Jack questioned

"Exactly like that", Yuki nodded

Sharing a small glance, you and Jack got closer to start whispering about the whole thing for a few minutes before returning to look at the others

"We'll accept this, but we have one condition", you said

"We'll hear all the things you had to say, but all of you have to watch the movies and series we're in", Jack continued, "That includes Avatar: The Way of Water, Retribution, Scream, the last chapter of Riverdale, and even Avengers: Endgame"

"You are there?", Esteban exclaimed with surprise

"He's the kid in the bycicle that looks at Paul Rudd", you informed at what the french started to slap Mick's arm with emotion, "So, we have a deal? We also going to watch our rendition of the Scream'd Musical Parody"

Nodding in agreement, the breakfast continued normally with small talk, and when it ended, the ones who didn't cook washed the dishes used while the rest prepared the slide show in the living room

"I feel like we are going to hear a lot of nonsense", you said to Jack once seated in the couch with Penelope (and her new plushies) in between

"I'm kinda afraid of what are we going to hear", Jack agreeded at the time the cats jumped on the couch to lay on the back of the couch, "This could be absolutely funny or ridiculous, no in between"

"We are ready to start", Mick anounced interrupting the conversation, "Since I'm a reserve driver for Mercedes and driver for Alpine in the World Endurance Championship, I'll be the mediator in this, so, the order on slide shows is based on the championship and we have sheets with all the teams so you can write comments"

Stopping for a little, Mick gave you and Jack clipboards with sheets that at the top had the names of the ten teams, along with pencils

"And there's no limit time for the presentations, and gifts are allowed", Mick said before sitting in the couch, "Red Bull first"

Stepping to the front, Max and Checo put their presentation on the TV

"Our first argument, and advantage, is that both of you stayed in my apartment and in our garage during Monaco, both of you have cats and dogs, I have cats and Checo has dogs", Max started to yap with a slide full of pictures of what he was saying, "This whole thing and friendship started with the nepo babies interview, and what did you say? Both of you are Red Bull fans, and also fans of both of us, and now we are friends, we also have a Spice Girl on the team, who is Geri, also known as Ginger Spice"

"We also know that both of you love kids", Checo continued moving into the next slide that had pictures of both of you with Rogue and Penelope, "And we have the most kids combined in the whole paddock, with five"

Proving that point, the next slide was family pictures of the kids

"Also, my documentary is in Disney Plus", Checo continued, "What is also in Disney Plus? The Avatar movies, and who is in Avatar? Jack"

"Yeah, we can't watch the documentary", you interrupted, "It's not avaliable in the US"

"I'll see what I can do", Checo assured

"And the gifts that we brought for both of you are stroopwafels, mexican candies and snacks, tequila, two boxes of the future merch and more Red Bull which is already in the kitchen", Max followed putting the said things in the center table, "That's all, thank you"

While the change was being made, you and Jack took the oportunity to write the comments about the presentation

"McLaren is next", Mick anounced, "This is going to be fun"

"First of all, we'll have the best arguments that you'll hear in this lovely day", Oscar said, "The purpose of the trip to Las Vegas is for Jack's birthday, who has been saying for a while that he is a McLaren fan, and both of you also spent half an hour in our hospitality during the race in Monaco, and we are seeing right now, Y/N has an orange cat, and also, my second name is Jack"

"Strawberry blonde with a bit of carrot, but okay", you commented

"Now, while we were planning on doing this, we found a very interesting connection, that is very logical", Lando spoke passing to the next slide who had a very confussing diagram, "In her new album 'The Tortured Poets Department', Taylor Swift has a song called 'Florida', and what happenned in Florida? I won my first race, and who has several pictures with the trophy? Y/N and Jack, returning to Florida, the themed park of Avatar is there, franchise of which Jack is a part"

"But we have a strong disavantage", Oscar took the word again moving into the next slide which was the messages occupying the whole screen which made everyone laugh or cringe, "This unfortunate messages sent two years ago by none other than my teammate"

"Mate, I thought you were on my side", Lando whined

"I am, but I can't ignore this thing", Oscar justified, "The gifts that we bring are the LEGO set of our McLaren, clothes from the McLaren and Beiss colaboration along with the regular ones and a box of every flavor of Monster Energy, which are in the kitchen"

"Please chose us, thank you", Lando finalized

"Next", Mick exclaimed

Doing the same routine, you and Jack wrote the comments in the sheets at the same time the next ones prepare everything

"Sweetpea, when you grow up, if you ever recieve a message like the one you saw on the screen, do not answer", you said to Penelope who was playing with her new plushies, "Understood?"

"Yeah", Penelope nodded

"Perfect", you smiled

"Good morning, we are here representing Scuderia Ferrari, the most iconic team in the history of Formula One", Carlos started to speak, "Since the beggining of our history, we had iconic and amazing drivers and moments, but today we are here to convince our dear friends to be in our garage for Las Vegas"

"Our main reason will be the color red, not only because is the characteristic color of Ferrari, red is the name of a Taylor Swift album and song, is the color of Jack's car which you can see outside, is the color of the blood poured in the Scream saga, red is the color both of you had wore multiple times", Charles said

"Also I made the pancakes for breakfast, I've been a friend of yours since april, Ferrari is part of your top three favorite teams, we know both of you went to see the Ferrari movie because you posted about that on your Instagram stories", Carlos continued, "And for the pets we have Piñon and Leo"

"And before we move to the gifts part, Jack, since you are basically Ollie's american twin, I want to adopt you"

As Charles finished saying that, you bursted into a fit of laughs while the rest got confused about what the monegasque said

"First you need to talk with my mom about that", Jack mentioned when your laughs calmed down

"Don't worry, I will", Charles smiled, "Now for the gifts, the freezer is now full of every flavor of Lec ice cream, matching vintage Ferrari jackets and the collection for Monza and Miami, and APM Monaco jewerly"

"Thank you", Carlos finalized

Doing the same as last time, you and Jack wrote your comments, seeing Lewis and George in front with their presentation

"All of the arguments you've heard until now are going to sound lame after you heard what we have", George started putting the first slide, "The others might said about the movies, streaming platforms, horrible messages, fan of teams and more, but we have something more important, as we all know, Avatar: The Way of Water had the premiere at London on december 2022, during which Y/N and Jack hard launched their relationship, but what they don't know is that Carmen and I were there, and we loved the movie, it was amazing, Spider was our favorite character"

"Let's not forget the MET Gala", Lewis continued with the next slide, "The three of us met before walking the steps, we had a nice chat, we became friends and spent some time together at the event, also Y/N has said that I'm one of her fashion icons and she drives a Mercedes"

"That photo was taken today?", you asked seeing the picture of your car

"Yeah, when we arrived", George nodded, "Also, Y/N has mentioned that one of her favorite persons in F1 is Susie, who is sometimes at our garage, and Doriane is also sometimes with us, and let's not forget that in the movie Retribution where Jack, our future Oscar winner is part of the cast, several Mercedes vehicles are part of the movie"

"Lastly, for the gifts, we have Tommy Hilfiger exclusive clothes that aren't out yet with handwritten letters by Tommy, four bottles of Almave for each of you and IWC matching watches", Lewis ended as he and George put the gifts in the table with the previous ones, "Chose wisely"

"So long, London", you said as the change was made and you and Jack wrote the comments

"Is there going to be a small recess?", Jack asked Mick

"Yeah, after Aston Martin", Mick nodded

"It's finally our turn", Lance exclaimed, "Our arguments for both of you to be in our garage are that we are friends since the day of the filming of the interview, we have a nice green for team color, and returning to Taylor Swift, and not going to the rumors, in her new album, 'The Tortured Poets Department: The Anthology', has a song named 'imgonnagetyouback', and what does the song says? 'I'm an Aston Martin that you steered straight into the ditch', which is the name of our team"

"And I want to point out that even thought both of you were born in 2004, I won my two world championships in 2005 and 2006, but you were babies when that happenned", Fernando continued, "Now it's time for the gifts"

"That was everything?", Mick frowned

"Yeah, we think that's enough", Lance nodded, "For the gifts we have a free year of all the products you want from Tim Hortons and this"

Handing them small boxes, everyone watched with curiosity as you and Jack opened them to reveal a set of car keys, surprising everyone but mostly both of you

"What's this?", you asked without taking the keys out of the box

"The keys for your new cars", Lance exclaimed, "Aston Martin Valour, they are limited edition, only 110 in the world and now you own two of them, Y/N has it in lightning silver and Jack in ultramarine black"

"Doesn't matter if you don't chose us", Fernando spoke, "You can keep them"

"Was that allowed?", Pierre exclaimed

"We didn't put any rules", Fernando shrugged his shoulders

"Okay, time for a break", Mick anounced, "Fiftheen minutes"

Writting the comments about the presentation both of you considered leaving the clipboards in the highest cabinet but since Esteban who was the tallest of the grid was there, your room was a better option

"I can't believe those twenty are millionares who drive in weird shapes for work", you sighed before returning to the living room, "Those are the shittiest arguments I've ever heard"

"The gifts are also insane", Jack nodded, "The cars are another level of crazy, like, we knew Lance was like a Richie Rich, the cars were unexpected"

"Is going to be fun to explain to our families", you mentioned, "Not only the cars, but all the gifts, and of course your adoption"

"That was your favorite part, right?", Jack smiled with fun

"Yeah", you laughed

Taking advantage of your distraction, Jack took you in his shoulder and start spinning at what you hold thight on his back and shirt even though he was holding your thighs and waist firmly, stopping when you started to tap his back putting you on the floor carefuly and brushing a few strands of your hair in order before holding your cheeks and share a kiss, at what you smiled in the kiss hugging him by the waist

Unfortunately, the kiss was interrupted when a truck was heard close to the house confusing both of you

"Guys, your cars are here", Lance exclaimed from the first floor

"No fucking way", Jack sighed

"It's strange having millionare friends", you commented

Leaving the clipboards in your room, both of you returned to the first floor to see most of the teams in a frenezy talking in their phones, except for the Red Bull boys who were drinking the energy drink along with Penelope who was eating some fruit in the kitchen island, and the Aston Martin guys who were already outside

"What is happenning?", you asked aproaching the Red Bull duo

"They are calling their bosses to try to get cars for the two of you", Checo responded, "They have been like this since you went upstairs"

"By the way, P was a bit hungry so I got a bit of fruit from the fridge", Max mentioned, "I hope that's okay"

"Yeah, it's fine", you nodded

"Where are the cats?", Jack asked not seeing them in the cat tower or the couch"

"Alex is holding one and Zhou the other", Max responded

"The cars are ready", Fernando exclaimed from the front door, "Bring the keys"

Taking the keys from the center table both of you stepped outside to see the two new and exclusive Aston Martin cars in the front yard

"This feels like christmas again", you commented aproaching the silver car, "But in a weird situation"

"My mom is going to freak out when she sees this", Jack mentioned next to the dark car

Unlocking the doors, the two of you got into your respective cars turning on the engine

"I'm definately going to arrive to my tattoo appointment tomorrow in this", you exclaimed with excitement reffering to the small tornado tattoo you were going to get on your right inner arm above your elbow

After admiring the cars a bit more, the break ended, at what all of you returned to the living room to continue with the presentations, but before starting again, you and Jack stood in front of the TV

"Guys, before continue with your interesting slide show, we'd like to say something regarding of the recent gift", you said holding the clipboard, "As we are thankful for the new cars, we don't need another one"

"Yeah, we are perfectly fine with two cars, we don't need more right now", Jack nodded, "But we appreciate that you care about us and want us to have a big car collection"

"It also lifts up our ego", you joked, "Anyways, let's continue"

Sitting again in the couch, this time Penelope decided to lay down in the sofa with her head on your lap, at what you covered her with a light blanket

"We start with Visa CashApp RB", Mick anounced

"Hello everyone", Daniel greeted in front of the TV with the slideshow ready, "We have very good reasons of why both of you should be in our garage, the first one is that when Max came to LA to got you for Monaco, I was in the plane, also in the interview that started everything, Y/N said that Yuki was one of her favorites"

"We also noticed that the two of you have a height difference just like us, and Avatar: The Way of Water in Japan made 29.5% of the total recaudation, so you´re welcome, and also both of you have been spotted in Nobu in several ocasions"

"And the Taylor Swift factor, I'm a swiftie, and let's see this photo that Jack posted from his trip to New Mexico which kinda reminds of how I enter the COTA circuit in a horse", Daniel continued, "And for the gifts we have Enchanté merch, products from Yuki's collection, snacks from both of our countries"

"And when I open my restaurant you'll have your meals for free", Yuki said, "That's it, thank you"

"We should order Nobu for lunch", you commented to Jack while writting the comments, "What do you think?"

"It's a good idea", Jack nodded, "We just need to ask the others"

"Hey everyone", you exclaimed, "Who wants to order Nobu for lunch?"

"I don't eat fish", Lando mentioned while the others agreed to order from the japanesse restaurant

"We know", Jack responded, "Just grab some frozen nuggets from the fridge"

"But we need one of the dads to supervise him while using the air fryer, please", you asked

"It's Haas turn", Mick anounced, "My first team in F1"

"Hello everyone, we are Haas, some people call us the Haasbands", Nico started, "We are the perfect enemies to lovers friends"

"Who taught you that term?", you interrupted

"Egle", Nico responded, "Returning to our presentation, we are the only american team in F1 right now, and even though we don't have many achievements, we have a pole position thanks to Kevin, a win and podium thanks to Chloe in F1 Academy"

"We also had some memorable moments like you can see in episodes of Drive to Survive, and our cars might not be the best, but can survive fire, why are we mentioning fire? Because as we knew a few days ago, the third Avatar movie is called Avatar: Fire and Ash", Kevin continued, "And we are also dads, and that Haas a NASCAR team, and Y/N grandad and uncle were NASCAR drivers, by the way, congratulations on your uncle entering the NASCAR Hall of Fame"

"Thank you", you smiled

"For gifts we brought the latest collection of Palm Angels, cards with discounts for Chipotle with two years of guarantee, traditional candies from Germany and Denmark, and crochet clothes from Egle"

"Remember that our team is american", Kevin finalized

While the change was being, you and Jack wrote your comments, also noticing that Penelope was already asleep

"Alpine's turn", Mick anounced, "I'm also part of them for WEC"

"Hello, we are Alpine, the complete french team, for the rest of the year, of course", Esteban started, "And let me tell you, we have a lot of reasons for you to be with us, the first one is Marvel, I love Marvel, Ryan Reynolds aka Deadpool is one of our investors, and Jack is part of the MCU even if it's for less than a minute, and our cars and suits had an design inspired by Deadpool and Wolverine during the Belgian GP"

"But Ryan isn't our only investor", Pierre continued, "We also have Travis Kelce, tigh end of the Kansas City Chiefs, who is also dating Taylor Swift, and Kika and I went to her concert, which was amazing, and since we are here, we'll anounce that Jack Doohan will be our driver for next year, and you are the first to know, and conditentialy he and the Jack in front of us have the same name"

"And we bring amazing gifts", Esteban exclaimed, "Clothes from our brands, Chiefs shirts with Travis and Patrick numbers, and we are giving you the option to chose whatever you want from our investors"

Looking at each other, you and Jack started speaking in whispers for a few minutes until both of you nodded in agreement before looking at the french drivers

"Tickets for the last date of the Eras Tour, if we meet Taylor even better, also tickets to see a Chiefs game", you said

"Also watching the Deadpool trilogy with Ryan Reynolds, and him doing the Bye Bye Bye dance from Deadpool and Wolverine, even though we know he didn't performed it", Jack continued

"And we also want to see the two of you fighting using baguettes as weapons", you finalized, "That's it, thank you"

Hearing all of the petitions, Pierre and Esteban were shocked for all the things requested, while the rest laughed softly and both of you wrote the comments

"Next is Williams", Mick anounced

"Let's start by saying that even though we only have four points at the moment, we have a huge advantage in this small competition", Alex started with the presentations, "The others mentioned one or two pets, but we have the Albon Zoo, that consist in twelve cats, two horses and a dog, and I think that Tatum and Butters could get along with them"

"Don't forget that I'm the only US citizen in the entire grid, just like both of you are USA citizens", Logan continued, "And that I'm the favorite driver of Skeet Ulrich, Y/N's dad, and also my brother was in NASCAR, and 'Florida' isn't only a Taylor Swift song or where Lando got his first victory, is also my hometown, and of course the Avatar themed park is there"

"The gifts that we brought are the entire collection of Albon Pets including mini helmets, clothes from the Williams store, two of each piece, personalized golf balls from Lily, and autographed mini helmets from both of us"

A/N: I didn't put american because America is a whole continent, not only USA

"We hope that you enjoyed our presentation", Logan finalized

Feeling relieved that the silly slideshows were ending, you and Jack wrote the comments on the clipboard

"And finally, Kick Sauber", Mick sighed, "This thing took longer than I expected"

"We might be last team in the constructors championship without points, or a good car, but we have vibes", Valtteri started, "And a colorful car, and I would like to mention that as someone who has the best mullet on the grid, Jack has the best mullet in the entertainment industry"

"Also, there is a Dior connection between me and both of you, as I am a Dior ambassador and both of you wore Dior for the MET Gala, and in several ocasions", Zhou continued, "And we also got very special pets, for my part I have Sweetcorn"

"And I have a reindeer called Rosa", Valtteri continued, "And remember that this year we are known for our social media content, and Y/N also is a social media content creator"

"For gifts we bring Lululemon clothes and accesories, also some things from Dior, baking books from China and Finland"

"And also brand new calendars for 2025", Valtteri finalized, "We hope that you enjoyed our presentation"

"I'm not going to open that calendar at all", you sighed writting the comments on the last page

"And with that, we end with the presentations", Mick anounced before turning to look at you and Jack, "Guys, you need to chose"

Leaving the giant group in the first floor, both of you along with the cats went upstairs to your room closing the door so they don't listen and sitting on your bed

"I've never heard such idiotic arguments in my entire life, even though I studied with Kira and Bethany", you commented, "Which garage you want to go?"

"I thought we were going to take the decision togheter"

"I mean, that was the idea at first, but since it's for your birthday it's best if you chose it"

"Okay, I think the best will be if we eliminate the ones that are staying the same next year"

"That would be Red Bull, McLaren and Aston Martin"

"And I really like them all, but it would be the best if we reduce it to our favorite teams that we haven't eliminated which are Ferrari and Mercedes"

"Both are historic teams, pretty iconic"

"It's a tough choice"

Thinking how you were going to chose between the two teams, an idea hit Jack who was quick to stand up from your bed to go to your closet (which was now a little disaster of boxes of clothes to organize in your new closet) and grab two hats, one Ferrari and one Mercedes, to leave them in your bed and then grabbin both cats who were cuddling in the fluffy chair next to the window

"Our children will take the final decision", Jack sentenced putting them a bit far from the hats

Giggling of fun because of his idea, you watched as both cats wandered around the bed for a while until Butters walked to the hats and Tatum followed him smelling the two hats until they settled in one of them playing with it

Having the decision, both of you left the clipboards and took the cats in arms to return to the first floor where all the drivers plus Penelope were waiting

"Not going to lie, it was a difficult decision", you said standing in front of them with Tatum in your arms, "Most arguments were pretty pathetic, and we are not afraid to say it, but since my F1 race birthday already passed, Jack took the decision himself"

"Before saying the decision, we would like to say that we apreciate all the gifts that you gave us", Jack continued with Butters in his arms, "And as a four time World Champion once said: everybody is a Ferrari fan, even if they say they're not, they are Ferrari fans"

After hearing the phrase that Sebastian Vettel once said in his Ferrari days, the duo of the red team cheered so loud before running to both of you to hug you and Jack, thankfuly you two put the cats on the ground before the bone crushing group hug

"We have Ollie's american twin and hermanita", Carlos exclaimed without breaking the hug

"We promise to not let you down", Charles smiled, "We are going to have so much fun"

"Does this mean Jack is my brother now?", Oscar asked once the group started to spread around the first floor

"I think so", Logan nodded

Finally after a few minutes, the drivers released the two of you allowing you to breathe

"We are paying for all the food", Carlos anounced with happiness, "Everyone chose what you are going to eat"

"Our presentation was a success", Charles celebrated

"Should we tell them that the cats were the ones chosing?", you asked Jack in low voice

"Nah, they doesn't need to know", Jack laughed

"We're evil", you giggled

"I mean, we are Ghostface", Jack shrugged

The rest of the day was spent eating what was ordered from Nobu (Lando ate chicken nuggets with the help of Checo to use the air fryer), the other part of the deal watching the movies both of you said, during which Penelope took a nap in your room during the horror movies, and finally leaving the house at high hours of the night

[kragehund-est]

hey, not to make this your problem, but my adhd is kicking my ass. what systems do you use that work for you?

here are some of the things i use to help myself. everyone's different though, so see what works for you. @ anyone else, feel free to chime in with what you do.

study/work:

do NOT have your phone in the vicinity, and also put it on do not disturb.

dedicate a clear space to work in, don't do other things in that space.

set a timer for 25 min and study til it runs out. take a 5 min break. repeat 3 times. then take a 40 min break. (pomodoro technique) plan ahead of time what will happen in each of those time slots.

it's fine to fidget or doodle, but do a periodic check that that's not becoming your main focus. i use a grip strengthener because i don't have to look at it to use it.

if you listen to music, either set a playlist or accept whatever music comes on. if a song you dont like comes on, simply accept it and let it pass. DON'T PICK UP YOUR PHONE TO CHANGE IT.

if you find your mind drifting while you're studying/working, don't stay in the same place, get up. get a glass of water, stretch, get a snack, whatever. come back once you feel you can focus better.

memory:

a lot of people will tell you to set up a morning/nightime routine. instead of putting in steps like 1. brush teeth 2. take meds, etc., my routine is to force myself to walk along a predetermined path in my house. it's much easier to remember to do things when i SEE them

if you have something you misplace often, like you wallet or keys, give it a home. i have a little box on a table by my door.

if you have to remember to bring something with you (like a backpack, gym bag, or gift for a friend), place it directly in front of the door. you cannot leave without looking at that thing.

also, you can get carabiners and clip things together. i used to always forget my water bottle. well now i physcially cannot do that because i clipped my car keys to it.

write things down! "nahh i'll just remember it" <- no you will not. bring a notepad and pen.

in that same vein, don't put anything off when it takes two seconds. pay for something with your card? immediately afterwards put the card back in your wallet, lest you drop it in your pocket and then forget it there when you wear different clothes the next day.

i have a huge whiteboard in my living room that has my calendar and my to-do list.

on my calendar, i put not only the event, not only the TIME of the event, but also i include the time i need to leave in order to arrive on time, and list anything i need to bring with me.

the to-do list has completion times and priority level next to it. i will NOT start a low priority 40 min project when i have high priority 5 min project. even if the 5 min one sucks.

general tips:

everyone with adhd knows routine is important, but if you find part of a routine difficult, find the root issue and adjust it. problem: i take too long to get dressed in the morning. cause: too tired to make a decision, uncoordinated because of sleepiness. solution: lay your clothes out and loop your belt through belt loops *before bed* so you don't have to do it half asleep

don't mix stimulants. caffeine or adderall alone: cool. caffeine and adderall mixed: twitchy sociopath behaviors and shaky hands.

don't worry about maintaining "normalcy", if something works for you, do it.

limit phone use, especially short form media like reels. it has been proven to both induce and worsen adhd-like symptoms.

i know this is cringe but maintain your physical health. exercise, sleep well, drink water, eat balanced meals.

[laurenairay]

I never thought - P. Grubauer

Summary: Meeting Philipp Grubauer was the last thing Sera expected.

This is my entry for @wyattjohnston’s winter fic exchange 2024. I had the joy of writing for @knifeshoeboys – I really hope you like this Philipp Grubauer story, Nicole! I had a lot of fun creating this sweet piece from all of your prompts.

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: fluff, slight anxiety, mildly secret romance

Title from On Purpose by Sabrina Carpenter

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Sera liked her routine. Monday to Friday she worked from 8.30am to 5pm as the receptionist in one of the biggest law firms in Seattle. Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday, she went straight to the gym after work, cycling from the office, rotating her workouts between legs, arms, and core. Saturday mornings were back to the gym for a yoga class at 8am, before driving her car to the grocery store on the loop back to her apartment. It was predictable. It was safe. It was boring.

But at least she always knew what to expect.

It was just her luck that she couldn’t control the weather, really. Even more her luck that she’d left her umbrella in her car in stead of putting it in her gym bag – and that she’d parked on the other side of the parking lot. As Sera left the gym after her Saturday yoga class at the beginning of November, the rain was pouring down in sheets, and she knew without a doubt that she would get soaked to the bone, unable to shake the chill for hours. She could only imagine how badly the waves in her dark hair would be tangled after traipsing through this downpour.

But just as she was steeling herself to step out of the gym doors, she heard a groan of disbelief from behind her.

“Oh man, it’s really coming down, isn’t it?”

The light accent – definitely European – caught her attention, and she turned her head to see a tall handsome man smiling wryly at her. As her blue eyes locked with his hazel ones, she felt her breath hitch in her throat, and she couldn’t help herself from smiling back at him.

“Not a great start to the weekend, no,” she mused.

He barked out a laugh, making her stomach flutter with butterflies, even more so when he flashed a grin at her while he rooted in her his own gym bag. After only a breath, the sweetly-smiling man pulled out an umbrella with a triumphant ‘hah!’, making her laugh, earning another grin.

“I was not looking forward to walking all the way across the parking lot in this,” he said, grimacing as he wiggled the umbrella at the deluge outside.

“Yeah, I’m still trying to psych myself up to do that,” she said, grimacing in turn.

“Oh damn, I thought you were waiting for someone,” he admitted, “Did you want to share my umbrella with me?”

That sweet simple gesture, innocent and genuine, set her heart racing like nothing she could ever remember. How could she turn down such a kind offer from a gentleman?

“I’d like that, if it’s not too much trouble,” she said, smiling softly, “It’s not like I’ll take up much room.”

The man just laughed as she waved her hand between them, him clearly towering over her 5ft self.

“I’m Philipp, by the way,” he grinned.

Philipp. It suited him.

“Sera.”

~

Sera had never been one for surprises, or going with the flow. After most of her childhood spent watching her mother – her beloved hippie artist mother – drift along with no real direction, just seeing where the wind took the two of them, Sera had always craved control. Now that she was 30 years old and living on her own, Sera finally had it. True, she had mellowed out over the past few years, not needing everything to be excruciatingly perfect anymore, but that routine had always helped ease her anxieties.

Philipp Grubauer had been the biggest surprise she never knew she needed.

After that fateful meeting at the gym six weeks ago, the two of them having exchanged phone numbers with shy smiles as they stopped by her car, they’d spoke nearly every single day – and not just text messages either. Full-on phone calls, even down to facetiming each other while they each cooked dinner just to spend that low-maintenance time together, their schedules not always allowing face to face time so early on in getting to know each other.

And then there were the dates.

A dinner every week. Several coffee dates telling stories and giggling over lattes. Even a night out at the ballet, Sera never having seen The Nutcracker and Philipp insisting that he took her to enjoy the Christmas magic. She didn’t know where this man had been all her life, but if being single this long meant waiting for him? Well, the wait was definitely worth it.

Philipp was so easygoing, adapting to her obvious anxieties with ease as he went, but not just coasting along. He slotted into her routine perfectly, timings calls and dates around her typical timings and his own hockey schedule – even joining her in the gym for a yoga class, showcasing his extraordinary flexibility – but still encouraging her to try new things. He was funny, sweet, and genuinely interesting, and Sera found herself eagerly anticipating every moment they spent together. There was just one thing though – he had never ventured further than kissing her cheek and holding her hand.

Maybe it was just her anxieties talking. Maybe it was a European thing. Maybe he really was just that much of a gentleman. But if she didn’t say something soon, she felt like she was going to burst. Sera just liked him so much, and she didn’t want to ruin their blossoming relationship by stewing in her own head.

If only she could find the right moment.

Mid-December rolled around before Sera even realised it, her office Christmas party making her realise just how close to the holidays the year had come. Philipp had even woken her up with fresh pastries and coffee from the bakery down the street from her apartment, the two of them making plans for him to come over to hers for the first time for a chilled day, Sera knowing she would most likely have some form of hangover (and she had been right in that fact), but still wanting to see him while he had a free Saturday. She’d even forgone her usual Saturday yoga class, which, if nothing else, told her exactly her fast she was falling for him.

“You are a godsend, Philipp Grubauer,” she groaned, accepting the almond croissant from him with a smile.

He just grinned, sitting down next to her on the sofa in silence. Not only was this the first time that he was at her apartment, it was also the first time that they’d seen each other in loungewear, both in a sweatpants and sweater combination, something that made Sera smile at the direction their relationship was taking. It just felt right.

They talked about her office Christmas party, about his upcoming game in Nashville, about his teammates new babies, about her looking forward to a week’s break between Christmas and the New Year, all while eating their pastries and drinking their coffee. It was easy, and comfortable, and domestic, and yet it still sent electricity running through her veins like nothing ever had. What was it about Philipp that sent her into such a tizzy? Whatever it was though, she liked it. She really liked it.

“There was something I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Philipp said, putting down his plate after a short silence.

“Oh?” Sera asked, putting down her own plate on the coffee table too.

“Would you come to my team christmas party with me?”

She inhaled sharply, lips parting in surprise, and Philipp quickly barrelled onwards with a wince.

“I know we’ve only known each other six weeks, but things have been going really well, right? And…I see a future between us, and normally I wouldn’t bring anyone to meet my teammates and their partners so soon, but…well, not that I’ve brought anyone in the years I’ve been in Seattle, but I would really like you to meet them? It's an informal thing really, at Belly's house, but all the guys will be there. Burky’s mostly house-trained now, and Larss will keep Dunner on a leash, and Yanni’s wife is an absolutely sweetheart, you’ll love her, and…”

“Yes.”

Philipp startled slightly at her interruption, before her simple answer registered, a wide smile spreading across his lips at Sera’s shy smile.

How could she not want to? The very fact that he wanted to bring her into such an important part of his life meant everything, she knew that. And he saw a future for them, just like she did? How could she want anything other than to meet his friends and colleagues?

Well, there was one thing she wanted too.

“You’ll come with me? You’ll meet them?” he asked hopefully, “I’m pretty sure they think I’m making you up at this point, with the amount that I talk about you but haven’t brought you to a game.”

At least he wasn’t keeping her a secret on purpose. That eased her nerves a little.

“I’d love to,” she said, laughing a little at his confession, “On one condition.”

“Of course, anything,” he nodded immediately.

A dangerous promise. But she needed to say something, just as her gut had been nagging her, or she really was going to explode.

“Kiss me?” she blurted, her heart racing.

Oh damn it.

That was not the way she wanted to say that.

What if he thought she was too forward? What if he thought she was being too much?

But Philipp didn’t even answer her with words. His hands reached out to cup her face gently, his eyes never leaving hers as he leaned in to kiss her as she asked. The moment that his lips touched hers, Sera let out a soft sigh, all but melting into his body, hands clutching at his biceps. His hands felt rough against her cheeks, hockey hands she knew, and the feeling of his beard brushing her skin only added to that. He smelled solely of a woodsy cologne, sharp in her nose and yet comforting all the same, suiting him perfectly. All she could taste was coffee and flaky pastry between their closed lips, her senses completely overwhelmed in the best way.

The moment lasted only seconds before he pulled away, cheeks as flushed as his mouth. She knew her own cheeks were flushed as well with the heat she felt, even more so as all she could think of was wanting more.

“I've been wanting to kiss you for weeks,” he said, voice uncharacteristically rough.

Sera made a noise she’d never heard before, a cross between a sigh and a moan, before she leaned in to kiss him again. How could she not?

[lover-girl-estxx]

Don't Worry About It

part 3

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| Sean's POV | - Same Day

We were all talking on the mat after wrestling when I saw Y/n come quickly in the door holding her other son close to her chest "Axel!" she said telling him to come over "one sec" he hopped up quickly. He touched her arm nodding then ran to the locker room, I got up and walked over to her "everything okay?" I asked "yeah his dad just likes us home when he gets off work" she gave a forced smiled. "sorry Sean i'll be here tomorrow" he said "it's okay remember what I said earlier" he nodded before they rushed out the door.

It was about 11pm and I was in my garage working on my bike, my phone started ringing I dang my hand in my jean pocket 'Axel' I picked it up.

"Sean?" he whispered "Axel you okay?" I asked grabbing my trunk keys already "no you really need to come pick us up please!" "yeah yeah i'm on my way" "okay okay"

I parked in front of the trailer putting my gun in my front holder just in case.

S: i'm here go get in my truck

I texted Axe, I pounded on the door his dad opened the door. I pushed the door open punching him in the face making him fall to the ground, Axel and Abel went right by me through the door. Y/n was sitting in the corner covered in purple and blue all over her in her tank top "hey come on," I got down to her level I put a hand out for her, she leaned forward softly wrapping her arms around my neck "its okay" I whispered wrapping my arms around her waist. She grabbed her bag and we left quickly, she opened the back door and a crying Abel jumped into her arms "you okay baby?" she asked he nodded as Axel moved over and Y/n got in next to them "um theres a motel up the road thats fine" she said I turned facing them "stay with me I have another room beds in there" "thats good Sean thank you" Axel said.

"Sean?" Y/n said coming into the kitchen where I leaned on the counter "yeah?" I looked up she played with her thumbs "thank you for staying us stay and coming to get us...we'll be out of your hair soon find a place to stay after tonight" I shook my head "not to be rude but with what money?" she sighed "I have some cash" "i'm at the gym all day house to yourself stay as long as you want....and if you want i'll help you get a job too" she smiled and her eyes watered nodding "that'd be great".

| Y/n's POV |

He smiled wide "what?" I chuckled "you have a very pretty smile" I rolled my eyes still smiling "i'll see you in the morning Sean" he nodded. Axel was laying in a twin bed Abel in the other "thank you Axel" I kissed his head "of course" he said half asleep. "you okay mom?" Abel said wrapping his arms around me "i'm great honey don't worry about me" I kissed his cheeks.

I had Abel on my hip walking into the kitchen the next morning Axel and Sean cooking "you don't put milk in eggs" Sean said "um yes you do" Axel said holding the milk "your out of your mind give me the eggs" "give me the eggs" Axe mocked "well good morning" I said sitting at his bar top "mom tell him Milk goes in eggs" "put a little Sean it taste good" Sean rolled his eyes as he added milk.

"you want to pick up or car and some stuff from your house?" Sean asked "whenever you have time" I gave a slight smile "after this is fine" I nodded "can me and Abel stay here?" "um" I looked at Sean 'would he want to kids home alone in his house?' "I don't care" he shrugged "yeah thats fine just text me what you need" he nodded.

a/n: this was gonna be the last part but they're will be more than likely two more

[rosenallies]

Concerned prompt 4. “Call me when you get this.” With movie star au since we haven’t seen what those girlies have been up to for a hot minute

I miss this au<333

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“Call me when you get this,” Sasha’s voice came through the speaker of Anetra’s phone, her heart hammering in her chest as she listened to the voicemail. She mentally kicked herself for ignoring the phone ringing only a few hours ago. If she would have known it would be Sasha on the other end, she would have answered; but it came from a number she didn’t recognize as Sasha’s.

With shaking fingers and an excitement that she pushes aside, mentally admonishing herself for getting her hopes up; she dials Sasha’s cell number, breath catching when she answers.

“Neech,” Sasha breathes into the phone, “I didn’t think you’d call.”

Anetra feels her stomach twist, slightly embarrassed at the fact that she called without a second thought. “I-I just,” she sighed, “what do you need, Sash? I’m not interested in a booty call.”

“No, no, it’s not that-“ she paused, sucking in a breath, “I was in an accident.”

“What? Sasha, what happened? Are you okay?”

She sniffled on the line and Anetra could tell she was crying. “I-I’m okay, will you come to the hospital, please?”

“Yeah, of course. I’ll be there soon, okay?”

They said their goodbyes, and Anetra nearly sprinted out the door, barely having a moment to shove shoes onto her feet and grab her bag.

Luckily, she only lived a few blocks from the hospital Sasha was in so she found herself in the hallway outside Sasha’s room in under an hour. She nervously bit her lip as she worked up the courage to step inside. She hadn’t seen Sasha in months, not since she ran into her at the gym. Since then, Anetra’s been working out at home just to avoid her and she didn’t realize now how nervous she’d be. She wiped her sweaty palms on her thighs and stepped inside, Sasha taking her breath away in a gust. Even battered and bruised, she was breathtakingly beautiful, appearing almost golden underneath the early morning sunlight poured into the room.

As beautiful as she looked, the sight of her still made Anetra’s chest ache, she wore a cast on an arm and a leg, cuts and bruises scattered over her smooth skin, once so soft underneath Anetra’s fingertips.

“Neech,” Sasha said in near disbelief when she saw her.

“Sasha, what happened?”

“My driver was bringing me home from a charity event and the tire hit a big pothole in the road,” she paused, “the car flipped. Anetra, I thought I was gonna die and the whole time I was just thinking-“

“Shhh,shh,” Anetra hushed, rushing to her bedside and kneeling beside, taking her good hand and squeezing it gently before she got too worked up, “you don’t have to talk about it now.”

“No, I-I wanna tell you what I thought about. Anetra, the whole time I thought about you. Upon first impact it was you who was on my mind, not my money, not my career, it was you the whole time. I had to undergo surgery last night right after it happened, your face was the last I saw in my mind when the put me under anesthesia and the first thing I saw when I woke up.”

Anetra wanted to cry; so many emotions flooded her all at once.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Sasha said quietly, “I just-I wanted you to know that I love you and I’m sorry that I was terrible to you but I was so-“

“Sasha, baby, don’t work yourself up. It’s okay.”

Sasha shook her head. “It isn’t. It wasn’t. That’s not how you treat someone you love.”

Breath leaving her in a gust, Anetra was taken aback. Love? Could Sasha really love her? She remembered telling Sasha she loved her, the blank look on the woman’s face afterwards making her blood run cold.

“You love me?”

“I do, Anetra, I love you. I’m so fucking sorry. I should have told you and I should never have let you walk away.”

“Oh, Sash,” she cooed, reaching up to wipe tears away from her cheeks, “I love you.”

“You do?”

Anetra nodded, bringing Sasha’s hand to her lips and kissing the back of it with tears in her eyes. “I do love you.”

Sasha breathed, a sigh or relief leaving her lips. “I’m gonna do it right this time, Neech, I promise.”

[out-and-aboot-eh]

Day 6 - Revelstoke and Chill

But not in that order! We were granted a rare late start and staying at a camp site that had hot springs and a tepid swimming pool, so there was only one thing to do before breakfast…Put on some washing! All the buildings are locked with a PIN number, from the toilets to the launderette and they’re all different, so if you can’t remember them and don’t have your phone on you (which I didn’t!) you’ve gotta hope there’s someone in there to let you in! After getting some change from reception and letting our clothes enjoy some hot water, so did we! You’ll struggle to more scenic surroundings on a nicer morning, which is just what was needed after a long soggy day before. I spent most of my time in the pool as I can only handle hot springs for so long and made the mistake of challenging Eliza (who’s surname I can only imagine is Thorpe) to a race as she left me for dead! After a quick shower it was time to get the washing in the dryer, however the instructions were so faded I needed a return trip to reception for a demo as it wasn’t worth my salt shrinking G’s gym gear, or worse still her new Banff jumper! With a guarantee from the staff that the settings it was on would do no such thing, I popped it on, prayed to the tumbler gods and headed back to camp with G for breakfast.

As the last few days have been quite early starts, I was ravenous by the time 10:30 rolled round! But as ever there was a fantastic selection and I’ve been enjoying a crunchy nut type cereal with vanilla yoghurt and a bit of maple syrup, followed by the ever classic peanut butter on toast! By the time we’d finished it was a quick trip back to collect the dry washing and thankfully it didn’t look like baby clothes! As we jumped in the minibus spirits were high and away we went, driving a good 5km before we hit a big old traffic jam. It transpired a car had gone over a bridge and the estimated recovery was up to two days, so we tip-toed along for an hour or so before having to make a decision. Stick with it or turn off and go on a walk near by, either way we had to go to Revelstoke as part of the tour and for snacks and supplies. At the time, due to a lack of signal, we couldn’t see what the issue was, or how long it went on for.

It was unanimous decision as we voted and we opted to forego the walk (Brits love to queue!) and stick with it whilst playing a few travel games and doing a couple of crosswords! About another hour or so and we finally hit open road and it wasn’t long before we reached the quaint town of Revelstoke.

We were given about 2 hours to run riot and away we went. G and I had couple of things on our shopping list, at the top for her was a new bum bag/fanny pack depending on your geographic, a notebook and maybe a ‘Rab’ coat as we we’re due to travel to chillier lands, and for me a bigger (and warmer) sleeping bag! I’ve watched G all snug with room to spare for too many nights now! We struck gold in the first shop for G and she’s been ecstatic with her purchase ever since, after parting ways with a bum bag that had seen her through the last 15 years. We checked out a few more places and whilst none of them had the coat, I did manage to find a sleeping bag after talking to a very enthusiastic staff member who got me on the floor testing it! After a quick Google we knew a ‘Beaver Tail’ (type of dessert) wouldn’t be on the cards as they didn’t have one in Revelstoke, so we headed off to a Thrift Shop as G wanted to check out the local offers ... What a load of junk! After flicking through the lady’s jumpers and jackets (G that is) there was nothing to be found so we headed back via Nico’s pizza for some garlic cheese sticks (as when I popped my head in 20 minutes prior it was closed!) As time was against us we decided to divide and conquer, so whilst G went to the shop to get some snacks, I went to get some booze, but not before popping in to the 7-11 as it had just what I wanted as I was starting to flag, a big old cup of Coca Cola! I’m talking ludicrously big and for a mere $3!

With my ‘Gulp n go’ in one hand and pizza in the other, it was time to swing via the liquor store for a box of wine and another pack of ‘No Boats on Sunday’ cider, which is pretty damn good, but apparently no longer being made! The group reconvened at the Visitor Centre and made tracks to a few site seeing spots, including Meadows in the Sky Parkway and the Snow Forest, which as the names suggest were beautiful spots, which the photos won’t do justice, but will hopefully give a flavour of the sort of things we’ve seen on our trip so far. Most suspiciously Megan (or Chief as she’s now known) was on the phone to someone before we returned to camp. As we pulled up outside Nico’s (second time around for me!) our dinner for the night became apparent, pizza! Which we were all very excited about!

It made for a very easy set up once back at camp, chairs out and away we went! The slices of pizza were huge and I could only manage one! Although that’s possibly more due to the fact I’d scoffed a cheese garlic pizza and washed it down with a litre of coke less than 2 hours prior! With our tummies full of doughy goodness, Megan showed us a couple of line dances, ahead of our trip to Cowboy land, where rumour had it, the campsite had a Saloon! I did a few steps at the back and then moved around to the front to take on the role of videographer! Once the hootenanny was over Georgie introduced the group to the infamous ‘Werewolf game’ also known as Assassins or Mafia and is similar to the tv show ‘Traitors’. G has told me about Werewolf on many an occasion and it was great to witness the group fully invested as she narrated us through this game of deception. I would go in to the rules and tell you all about it, but life’s too short and if you’re reading this you can Google it! But we all had a tremendous amount of fun and the villagers won both games, where bizarrely I was the Witch both times and Daisy was Cupid, which caused all sorts of chaos! I’m sure we could have carried on all night, as we’d stocked up on booze, it wasn’t raining and spirits were high, but camp life dictates you start early and finish early. As I returned from brushing my teeth I took a few snaps of the night as it was super starry and our tent was a beacon of light calling me back.

Georgie’s highlight of the day: Hot springs in the morning, Werewolf in the evening.

[bree4]

I know who killed me Chapter 2

"Ethan wake up you're going to be late!" shouts my older brother Corbin, i was out late last night with my friends we went trick or treating but i remembered we got into a big argument about something i forget but i know Charlie stormed off and the rest of us walked home in the dark. we decided to drink for the first time last night and i think i went over board with the alcohol, i don't think i will do it anytime soon. it was gross and i feel like shit, is this what grown ups mean when they get 'hungover'? if so than it's terrible. i look at the time and there's only ten minutes before the bus shows up. i jump out of bed and grabs some pj pants and oversized hoodie that has a skeleton ribcage on the front and my halloween snoopy tote bag and throw my vans on and run out the door. 

there's about four other kids at this bus stop by the time i get there but i don't see Charlie anywhere i can see his house from here but there's no sign of him. weird, i'll call him, straight to voice mail. what the heck? maybe he will be late for school, his parents let him stay home if he's caught up in class so that's probably it? so why do i feel like this is off. and why do i keep overthinking i need to stop, shit. i forgot to take my anxiety meds this morning. i'm off today.....

the bus comes to a stop breaking my inner thoughts.

the bus arrives at Ethan and Olivia's stop and they get on looking as bad as i feel, Olivia is wearing sweatpants and a shirt i assume is from brandy Melville and a teddy bear jacket with a pair of ugg minis, Ethan has on pj pants and a grey zip up hoodie. we look like we literally rolled out of bed, Olivia has her hair in a bun and Ethan's hair looks messy under the hood. they sit next to me and both give me a look that means where-is-Charlie i just shrug. i put in my headphones and shut my eyes.

ten minutes later i'm shoved awake Ethan is pointing at the parking lot of the school here two cop cars are parked. i look at him in confusion and Olivia's face goes pale. something is wrong.

"all students please go to the gym for an important announcement." Mr.Kutcherson shouts to the student body, one by one we all head inside, the gym is separated by grade Olivia and I head over to the eighth grade section while Ethan goes to the Ninth. there's cops inside on the gym floor where the teachers are sitting, Olivia holds my hand for comfort i think it's more for her than me. 

The Sheriff walks out and marches across the gymnasium to the front of the all of us. he takes a breath before speaking. 

"a student was murdered last night..."

i go numb.

"The student was in the Eighth Grade..."

no. please no.

"His name...."

NO NO NO

"Charlie Summers."

i can't breathe, there's no more oxygen left for me. i sit there I'm frozen, i can't move at all. i'm hyperventilating, please no please no not here Liam. i tell myself, i can feel an anxiety attack about to happen. i'm shaking screaming a blood curdling scream and a sob to meet comes next; only it's not me... OLIVIA. Fuck.

she collapsed and is now crying so hard i think she might pass out, i scoop her up in my arms i'm crying too, i look over to where Ethan was sitting he isn't there. i look around and i can't find him i hold Olivia in my arms to comfort her. i don't know what to do.

"if anyone has any information about what happened on halloween night please come forward. anyone who was with him will need to come forward we have questions. you're parents will be there as well." i suddenly feel everyone's eyes shift to us. i can't look at them, then i hear "where is Charlie", from someone a few rows behind us not sure who it is i just get up and pick Olivia off the ground she's still sobbing but i need to be strong for us both and i need to find Ethan. 

2 Months Earlier.....

"Let's have a summerween party!" Charlie is Dancing with excitement at the idea.

"what?" i ask because i don't know what that is.

"summer-w-ee-n halloween in the summer." he explains, which is not surprising because he loves halloween more than anyone.

"halloween in the summer? why?" i ask even though the idea sounds like fun, i just can't give it away that i am excited.

"because it's hot and miserable outside i miss the crisp fall air, and i miss the cozy smell of pumpkin spice lattes and i miss pumpkins and miss-"

"you miss halloween i know.." i cut him off because i can't hear this again. he starts planning the halloween plans before school even ends. if he were a season it would be autumn. 

"sure."

he screams in excitement and hugs me knocking us onto my bed we laugh for a second, but then i get butterflies as stare at him his face is so close to mine, so close that i can see the colours of green in his eyes. he notices and gets off of me. he's blushing. i change the subject.

"you're so skinny you need to eat something" i joke. the light i just saw dimmed from his eyes as he looks at me like i told him his cat died.

"no i don't, i gained like ten pounds." he says

"you count? kid we are going through puberty it's not like we are staying small forever hopefully." 

i hurt his feelings, i can tell.

"sorry."

"no it's fine. so about the party?" he comes back to the summerween idea.

"we can invite Olivia and Ethan over watch Disney halloween specials and hocus pocas and other stuff i'll get the snacks and you can get the drinks. we will decorate your room with tacky halloween decorations and we can wear costumes and take pictures for Tumblr and Instagram." i offer.

"that's what i'm talking about. i'll see you later i need to find the decorations, he leaves my room and i collapse on my bed."

2months later....

Ethan Lowry, Olivia Bennington, Liam Green report to the Principal Office now. the three of us walk to the office i'm shaking but i'm trying to remain calm. I look over to the Olivia and Ethan they seem to have no emotion at all. the tension is so thick i feels impossible to breath.

we arrive inside the principals office and the Sheriff comes behind us as we sit. i can hear his loud boots as he circles all three of us and asks.

"so tell me... what happened last night?"

i take a breath.

[bike42]

Dublin 8/31/2023

Uneventful trip over the pond. We had a late morning departure from Madison which always feels good with the opportunity to workout, shower and have a leisurely breakfast at home before a long day of travel. Ryan dropped us off at MSN, which no doubt will cause us confusion when we return in October and try to remember where we left our car!

Quick flight to Detroit. I got an upgrade from Delta Plus to First Class which means I sat next to a chatty stranger versus JT (he also got a late upgrade after we were on the plane). Anyway, my seat mate was an ER doc working on setting up an Opioid Addiction clinic, which was interesting. He said he never drinks caffeine but he polished off a large frappe as he was sitting down and he talked my ear off. When we landed he rushed off the plane without even saying goodbye, and the women across the aisle said to me “did you know that guy?”

Three hours in Detroit - we had lunch at the Sky Club and walked the concourses. There we ran into Dave who we used to regularly see at our neighborhood gym (before we built the gym in our house). He and his wife were heading to Scotland and we’re on both the flight from MSN to Detroit and now boarding the flight to Amsterdam.

We left Detroit about 4pm EST, with an estimated 6 hour flight time to Amsterdam. I didn’t see any movies that interested me, so I just read my book until the meal was served (pretty good pasta dish and a glass of red wine). By then the flight tracker said 4 hours to go, so I put in my ear plugs and eyeshade and tried to pretend it was night time. I did sleep, and soon they were waking us up for a quick egg and cheese sandwich before we landed. It was dark when we landed in Amsterdam (and raining), about 5 am local time. We had just over two hours there. The gate area for our Dublin flight wasn’t even open, so we ventured to find the KLM lounge. Even though we’d been there two years ago on our way to Tanzania, it took us awhile to find it. But that was a nice quiet respite. Had some yogurt, cappuccino and a chocolate croissant. Also took advantage of the lounge to brush my teeth and comb my hair. Tried really hard to NOT think that it was 1am at home. Took my morning vitamins and tried to convince my body that it’s Thursday and we had the day ahead of us!

We walked to our gate and saw that it was the type where you board a bus and they drive you out to your plane. It wasn’t just raining - it was pouring! Last a Sunday we went to REI to buy JT a new rain jacket, and I talked him into an Arc’Terex Gortex jacket just like mine - he pulled that out of his pack and gave it its first test (I had mine over a year before I actually wore it in the rain). Full KLM flight to Dublin. We shouldn’t have been hungry, but we gobbled down the egg salad sandwiches on yummy bread that they served us on our 75 minute flight to Dublin.

We arrived in Dublin to thick clouds but not actual rain. We cleared immigration and we’re glad to find our bags on the carrousel (we broke Jeff’s stretch of lost/delayed baggage when traveling through Amsterdam!). We opted for taxi versus bus into town - about 30 minutes. Our taxi driver, Darren, was friendly and pointed out sights and gave us lots of tips about what to do and see - worth the extra expense!

We arrived at our hotel for the next 4 nights - Trinity Townhouse. Not surprising that our room wasn’t ready at 10am (wishful thinking!). We left our bags with them and walked through the Grafton Street shopping area and the grounds of nearby Trinity College. We were dead on our feet, so we staggered back to the hotel and sat/dozed in the lobby and our room was ready by noon. We got settled, napped and read for the afternoon, then showered and were on the street by 5pm. We headed a few blocks to a place our taxi driver had recommended: O’Donoghues Pub - where the Dumbliners were formed. They were serving ham and cheese sandwiches and a vegetable soup tonight perfect light meal to go with our Guinness. I’d heard that Guinness over here was much better than what we drink in the states, but I didn’t taste a difference. Maybe it’s just my unrefined pallet? More research needed!

After dinner, we walked down to the river then along the river towards the Temple Bar area. It was a beautiful night in the 60s and lots of people were out walking and biking. Back in the room by 8pm. Hope to sleep well and wake up refreshed tomorrow!

[mistydeyes]

Hi Idk if you still do the COD pairings but I was wondering. (also love your blog sm!)

I'm 5'2 but pretty muscular since I powerlift and throw (shot-put and discus).

I am studying to be a physiotherapist and have always loved medicine.

I care for my older brother (when my parents are unable to care for him I will be his legal guardian) and abuelita.

I was raised in the military and because of this I tend to be competitive. A story of this was when I was in kindergarten we had a job fair and I went to the Army booth (I'm a Navy kid) and they were letting us carry the backpacks to ~3ft and then walk back, when I got there I was walking and almost got there before the guy running it said I needed a partner to hold it as I walk. I was (still am) quite short, but I was strong, I used to carry my older brother around all the time and I did cheer (up until I was 13). I didn't know much as a 5 y/o but I knew it hurt me, my dad is still pissed to this day lol.

I wanted to join the Navy and outrank my dad, even be the first woman seal, but then I fell in love with medicine.

Have an amazing week!!! 😋🤞

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

How you met: Civilian Despite never joining the Navy SEALs, you still enjoyed keeping fit and testing your times. It had been awhile but you were curious to see if you were still able to do a 500 yard swim in under 12.5 minutes. You arrived at your gym's pool early that morning and the receptionist greeting you warmly. "Powerlifting again," she asked and you shook your head in response. "Nope, going to the pool," you said and she checked you in before you continued on your way. Your nose filled with chlorine as you entered and you dropped your bag before pulling off your cover-up. It was relatively empty, just the way you liked it. You put on your googles as you stretched near the edge of one of the lanes. You prepared your watch and mentally prepared yourself for the exercise. "Just four and a half laps," you said to yourself before taking a deep breath and plunging into the warm water. Ever since you were a kid, you enjoyed the competition your dad instilled in you and you could still remember proudly telling him that you carried a pack fit for an Army soldier. Before you knew it, you were at the fourth lap and only had to go to the other side. You kicked your feet with precision and surfaced with a large breath. As you threw off your googles and caught your breath, a figure approached you. "8 minutes and 15 seconds, that's impressive," the man said as you smiled up at him. Looks like there was another swimmer here today. You pulled yourself out of the pool and checked your watch, he was scarily accurate. "Eh I've done better," you said, at one point of time you were able to do it under 8min. "Best I've seen so far," he replied and you noticed how his face lit up with a smile. "Well let's see your times," you challenged as you eyed his fit physique. "You're on," he began to say, "but am I at least allowed to ask the name of my competition?" "Y/N," you smiled as you shook his hand. "Kyle," he responded and you crossed your arms as you watched him plunge into the water.

A peek into your relationship: "Babe I feel ridiculous," your boyfriend said as you ran through a few basic exercises. Recently, Kyle came home with a concussion, a few cuts, and whiplash after a car accident on a mission. Lucky for him, he had his own personal physiotherapist at home. "Only a few more to go," you said as you placed a kiss on his cheek, "now I want you to sit up straight and move your arms up and down like your lifting weights." "I think this is just for your enjoyment" he joked as he got into position. You couldn't deny you did enjoy the little show you were getting with his exposed arms in a tank top. As you watched, he flexed his arm and had a boyish smirk on your face. "No pain?" you asked as you studied his form. "A little discomfort but nothing too bad, love" he replied and you nodded. "Alright, just one more to go," you announced and you knew this one was your favorite of all. "Okay I need you to get on all fours like a dog," you began to say and he laughed loudly. "You're fucking with me," he responded and you shook your head. "Doctor's orders," you said in a sing-song tone and he rolled his eyes as he followed your instructions. To this day, Kyle still regrets not being fast enough as you were able to capture a photo of the embarrassing exercise.

[airyairyaucontraire]

I think my phone may just have died, which is a son of a bitch if true. I'll leave it on the charger overnight - oh wait! it might be waking up!

yeah, it's awake but it says "your battery's health is significantly degraded" - at 76% of maximum capacity, which doesn't sound as significant as all that to me. I've had it for a couple of years so it's well out of warranty. I suppose I have to see how expensive/troublesome it will be to get the battery replaced tomorrow.

[ghostlygeto]

um if ur still doing the hurt/comfort prompts could you do sakusa x “look at me” 💕

i AM still doing the hurt/comfort prompts and i am so so sorry it took me so long to write this. i hope you enjoy

pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x reader

warnings: u n sakusa are married, angst, but happy ending

wc: 763

7. "Look at me."

For the first time in as long as you could remember, you didn't see the ring on his left hand. Even during a game he switches his usual gold band out for one of those silicone ones.

During the game you heard whispers around you of people talking about Sakusa's lack of ring. "Did something happen? Did he get a divorce?" There's no way they didn't know it was you sitting right in front of them. Fiddling with your wedding ring as you tried to focus on his hand long enough to spot the black silicone band on his finger. Maybe you just missed it the first time.

Nothing.

It felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. It may not have been that big of a deal, maybe he misplaced his silicone one. He can't wear the real one on court in case of an injury.

But even afterwards, after they had won their match and he came back out from the locker room. Usually he's wearing the gold band by now, to do his interviews. But still you found his left ring finger to be empty.

"y/n," Sakusa greets you with a kiss to your temple when you go down to meet him later, "Did you like the game?"

"Where's your ring?" You ask, trying to not let your emotion take hold. You didn't want to turn this into something huge. At least, not in front of all these people.

"What?"

"Your wedding ring. You didn't wear it during the game or put the real one back on after," You refused to look him in the eyes, knowing if his gaze met your own you'd probably burst into tears right there. You were trying to hard to keep your composure.

"Is that really all you focused on?" Sakusa scoffed, his usual dull tone unchanging, "I didn't think-"

"It's all the girls around me were talking about. It's our wedding ring. Of course it's what I was focused on," You responded, "Nevermind, Kiyoomi. I'll see you at home." You couldn't remember the last time you called him that.

You were thankful in that moment that you had driven separately from him, as you spent the first five minutes with the music playing too loud so you could drown out your cries. First he doesn't wear his ring for god knows what reason, and then he used the monotone voice towards you (which he never does). You love your husband, but currently you were less than pleased with him.

Knocking on your car's window pulled you from your thoughts, sniffling and wiping the tears from under your eyes.

"y/n, unlock the door please," It was Kiyoomi. "I want to apologize to you but it's really hard to with the music and all." You could tell he was yelling pretty loud, since the music was loud enough as is.

You hesitated for a moment, but decided to unlock the door so he could get in your passenger seat. The first thing he did was turn down your music (much to your disliking). “It’s cold out there, and you didn’t even bring a jacket,” He clicked his tongue, feigning annoyance for a second before turning to you with a soft look. “I’m sorry for what I said inside.”

You refused to look over, tears still rolling down your face. You weren’t sure what he could say to make you feel better right now. “You still aren’t even wearing it.”

“y/n, look at me, please,” Sakusa took your chin between his thumb and index finger to pull your face towards him, “They were in my other gym bag. I somehow forgot it when I left this morning, I had to use my emergency bag that I always keep in my car.”

You suddenly felt stupid, you knew he left his gym bag at home this morning because he texted you complaining. And the emergency gym bag had been in his car since before you got married (which means that bag has sat untouched in his car for well over a year). “I’m sorry, Omi. I shouldn’t have just assumed anything.”

“Don’t apologize, y/n. If I saw you out and about without your ring on, I’d be upset too.” He placed a small kiss on your nose before putting his forehead on yours, “I’ll put an extra silicone one in my emergency bag, and my back up emergency bag.”

You laughed for a second, before realizing what he said. “Wait, you have a back up emergency bag?”

hurt/comfort prompts

comments, reblogs, requests, n likes appreciated!

[meowdarame]

she’s kinda hot ft miya atsumu

pairings: miya atsumu x f!reader (she/her pronouns used, afab!reader)

warnings: 18+, minors DNI!; protected sex, praise

word count: 4.0k

author’s note: (this is a repost from last night!) my submission for @rosesandtoshi​ enemies to lovers collab and my 3rd post for my 100 followers event! the tagging system for DUMBlr is currently down, so i'd appreciate reblogs now more than ever :) thank you and i hope you enjoy!

tagging: @christeningsakusa @sunat2508 @petalsrdead @crystal-lilac @devilgirlcrybabiey

Miya Atsumu hates absolutely everything about you.

He hates the way that you cutely cover your mouth with your hand when you chew, or the way that you say his last name with such a combative tone that doesn’t match your pretty face; it pisses him off every time you’re excitedly chatting on the phone with your friends and your voice rises an octave higher, or when you comment on his teammates’ Instagram photos but don’t even like his. His blood boils when you dote on him and treat him like a little kid— how you’re always the first one on his ass when he’s having an off day at practice, or how every time the team stays overnight at a hotel for an away game, the next morning you’re always banging on his door first. He doesn’t even understand why, out of all of his teammates, you choose to wake him up first, especially when everyone knows that Bokuto sleeps like a fucking log and is the king of oversleeping.

But most of all, Atsumu absolutely cannot stand your perfume.

A woody gourmand fragrance with notes of pure jasmine and amber crystals— a pleasant scent that he would have liked otherwise, except you had to wear it. He loathes how the floral aroma fills up his nostrils and makes his head spin, and he abhors the way that his nose follows you whenever you walk by, subconsciously sniffing for more. He hates how the sickeningly sweet scent masks your acrid demeanor.

And unfortunately for him, it’s this smell that intoxicates him as you carry him home after he took one shot too many at the team’s New Year’s Eve party.

“Jesus Christ, Miya,” you grumble as you sling his arm over your shoulder, trying to balance his weight as you drag his limp body out of your car, “How much did you drink tonight?”

“T-That’s nunya business,” he slurs.

“It’s completely my business!” you quip back, annoyed by his rude tone. “What if you woke up in a ditch tomorrow, huh? Then what?”

“Well I’d rather wake up naked in a ditch than have to rely on someone as awful as you to take me home!” he spits back.

You stop in your tracks, clearly upset by what the setter said, but he’s too drunk to notice the way that your face drops. Through his blurry vision, he sees that your brows are furrowed and your bottom lip juts out into a pout. “You don’t mean that,” you whisper, although he’s not sure if you’re talking to him or trying to reassure yourself. “You’re just drunk. You don’t mean that.”

“Whatever.”

He stays silent the rest of the way up to his apartment. It’s an arduous task to climb up five flights of stairs in his inebriated state— curse his apartment for having a broken elevator. It feels like the walls and the floors are spinning, and your perfume isn’t doing him any favors. This is the closest he’s ever been to you; your body is pressed up against his and his face is buried into your shoulder as he teeters on the edge of consciousness. At this neared proximity, your scent is stronger than ever before— it’s dizzying and almost puts him to sleep, and it’s the last thing he remembers before he passes out face first on his bed.

He wakes up the next morning with one of the nastiest headaches he’s ever experienced. He feels a weight against his back, and when his fingers trace the outline of the mysterious object he realizes that it’s his gym bag. His head pounds as he searches around in the darkness for his phone; it’s delicately placed on his night stand, and he notices that it’s fully charged— you must have plugged it in before you left. He scrolls through his notifications, most of them from his teammates asking him if he made it home safely; Hinata and Bokuto sent him a couple Snapchat videos of himself shamelessly chugging champagne straight from the bottle, and Osamu sent a message and a meme in the family group chat to wish him and his parents a “Happy New Year.” He opens this text thread, and as he’s in the middle of typing back a response, a notification banner pops up on the top of his screen— an incoming text from you. He narrows his eyes as he opens the message, mentally preparing himself for the onslaught of insults and scolding he’s about to receive.

Instead, his eyes are met with a completely different sight.

You

Good morning, sleeping beauty. Not sure if you’re awake yet, you were pretty fucked up last night. Maybe your new year’s resolution should be learning how to handle your alcohol better, hm?

Anyways, I was gonna spend the night on your couch just to make sure that you were okay but I didn’t want to overstep, so I decided that the best next thing that I could do was to lay you on your side and block off your back— don’t want you rolling over and choking on your own vomit in your sleep! Please text me when you wake up so that I know that you’re alive. Thanks.

He’s about to close the message when three text bubbles pop up on the corner of the screen.

You

Btw, I figure that you’re really hungover right now, so before I left I put some Pocari Sweat and bread on your nightstand just so that you don’t have to get up right away. Aren’t you glad I have such great foresight?

Atsumu knows that he should be thankful, maybe even indebted to you, but for some odd reason, he can’t stop himself from screenshotting your messages and sending them to his old Inarizaki group chat.

M. Atsumu (me)

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get a load of her! who the fuck does she think she is 🙄

samu (worser twin)

oh no, what’d ya do this time dumbass?

suna rin 😈

isn’t she ur team manager??

M. Atsumu (me)

yep. i accidentally blacked out last night and she took me home. i mean, don’t get me wrong, i’m thankful that she helped me. but she doesn’t need to be so patronizing about it!

suna rin 😈

she’s kinda hot lol

M. Atsumu (me)

shut yer trap Suna!

samu (worser twin)

how the hell are ya minutes older than me but years dumber than me? it’s so obvious that she’s into ya, Tsumu.

M. Atsumu (me)

what’re ya talkin’ about, Samu?

suna rin 😈

i have to agree with Samu on this one. it’s staring u right in the face but ur too daft to notice it lol

M. Atsumu (me)

WHAT ARE Y’ALL TALKING ABOUT?!

samu (worser twin)

dude, i’ve been to yer games. do ya not see the way she cheers a bit louder for ya whenever yer dumbass scores?

M. Atsumu (me)

sorry, samu. i’m not a lousy bench so i don’t really have time to focus on what goes on in the sidelines 😑

suna rin 😈

yea and during the MSBY vs EJP Raijin match someone yelled during his serve. she shot them the worst death glare i’ve ever seen! thought she was gonna chop that poor girl’s head off tbh

M. Atsumu (me)

once again, i’m sorry that i’m too immersed in the game to notice what happens in the stands. still, she shouldn’t be treatin’ me like a kid!

samu (worser twin)

maybe it’s because ya deserve to be treated like a little kid. yer not exactly “mr. responsible,” Tsumu.

Atsumu scowls at his phone as his screen lights up with more notifications.

kita shinsuke (best captain)

Sorry, everyone. I just got back from the fields. But I agree with Osamu and Rintarou— I think it’s pretty obvious that she likes you. I met her once at Onigiri Miya and she wouldn’t stop talking to me about you. Of course, half of what she said was poking fun at you, but there was no ill-intent behind it. I think your preconceived judgements about her cloud your perception about how she treats you. She’s actually quite fond of you, but you mistake her doting personality as her picking on you.

ojiro aran 🤑

sorry y’all just woke up. but i have to agree with everyone on this, Tsumu. like c’mon man, she left you bread and Pocari Sweat on your nightstand. it’s pretty obvious that she cares about you, at least in a platonic way. don’t be such a dick.

samu (worser twin)

see man? everyone else sees it except for you. maybe if ya didn’t have yer head up yer ass all the time you’d actually notice her lil crush. she’s cute, you should go for it.

suna rin 😈

and if u don’t, can i ask her out?

M. Atsumu (me)

SUNA SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!

Atsumu tosses his phone to the other side of his bed and groans; he rubs his forehead a few times out of frustration at this new revelation. You have a crush on him? The idea itself is preposterous, maybe even blasphemous. He hauls his tired body out of bed and forces himself to take a cold shower to try to forget about this disastrous conversation. He carries on with his day— calling his family and friends to wish them a happy new year, cleaning up around his apartment, even cooking himself an elaborate dinner (which he rarely does since he prefers Samu’s cooking, even though he’ll never admit that to his twin.) But all of these actions are done in vain, since he still can’t seem to stop thinking about you— how pretty you are when the corners of your eyes crinkle whenever you laugh; how hot you looked at the party, dolled up in your cocktail dress that hugged you in all the right places; how sweet you smelled last night, especially when you were gingerly tucking him into bed.

What a shitty way to start off the first day of the new year with you plaguing every corner of his mind.

Practice the next day goes terribly. All of his sets are a couple centimeters off, he misses a few more serves than normal, and he feels like his body is moving a beat slower. And what you’re wearing certainly isn’t helping him regain his focus— your leggings fit snugly around your hips and waist, accentuating your curves and the swell of your ass. Everytime you bend over to pick up a ball he notices the clothing article is somewhat see-through, and he can’t help but stare at the outline of your thong that peeks through the thin material.

“C’mon, Miya!” you yell from across the court when he misses another serve. “You’re a little off today, not playing how you normally do! Pick it up!”

Normally, these words would send all of his blood to his head, making him see red in annoyance. But today, they produce an inverse effect— all of the blood rushes to his dick, and he can feel his gym shorts beginning to tighten. He needs practice to end, and fast.

Luckily for him, that’s the last drill before practice is over. After a short team meeting discussing the details of their next game against the Schweiden Adlers, Atsumu wastes no time running to the shower, turning it to the coldest setting, and letting the freezing water calm his nerves to try to get rid of his aching boner.

He spends a solid hour in the shower, which is longer than he usually takes. He waits for the locker room to clear out, and once he hears that Hinata and Meian’s conversation is cut off by slammed doors, he shuts off the running water and steps out from behind the shower curtains. To his despair, he’s still half hard, unable to fully get rid of his boner, but at least now he’ll be able to hide it behind the waistband of his shorts.

He’s in the middle of changing when he hears the doors creak open and a familiar voice echoes off the walls of the locker room.

“Miya!” you call out. “I know you’re still in here! It’s getting late and I don’t wanna miss the last train home! Can you please hurry up!”

He doesn’t even have time to respond before you’re turning around the corner, a surprised expression plastered across your face. You quickly shut your eyes and turn around; it takes Atsumu a millisecond to realize why you’re so embarrassed, even though you’ve seen him shirtless countless times.

He looks down and is immediately met by the outline of his half-hard dick through his sweatpants.

“Shit! I’m so sorry,” you stammer, fiddling with your fingers as you apologize. “I didn’t realize you were still changing. I’ll leave you to it.”

You’re about to take a step forward but Atsumu reflexively reaches out and grabs your wrist, effectively stopping you in your tracks. He spins you around to face him, but your eyes are still tightly shut.

“It’s okay,” he breathily exhales, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest. “You open your eyes. I want you to look at me.”

You hesitantly open them one eye at a time. “M-Miya,” you stutter. “W-What are you doing?”

“I know you want me,” he stammers. “I can see it in everything you do— the way you take care of me, the way that you cheer a little bit louder for me at games, the way you speak so fondly about me. It’s written all over your face.”

He inches closer to you, his face only a few centimeters away from yours. Your shaky breath tickles his face as he continues, “It’s okay, because I want you too.”

The locker room grows silent except for the rhythmic dripping of water from a leaky showerhead. The atmosphere is tense as he waits for your response; you’re completely unreadable as your mouth hangs open and you slowly blink at him. It’s like you’re still trying to process his words, and the longer you leave him waiting, the further his stomach sinks to the floor.

Did he miscalculate the situation? Were his ex-teammates all wrong? Why the fuck did he listen to Samu of all people? He hasn’t been in a relationship since college. He silently curses himself for giving into peer pressure, but when he’s about to let go of your wrist, he feels your other hand tug at the waistband of his sweats.

“No,” you whisper. “Please don’t pull away.”

Atsumu blinks three times before his lips crash into yours. It’s a little clumsy at first as your teeth gnash against each other, but soon you both find your rhythm, and you melt like putty into his soft touches.

Everything’s progressing so fast��� in a flourish, his pants and your leggings are nothing but pools next to your feet on the locker room floor. His lips don’t leave yours as he guides you to a bench; he sits down, his hands wrapping around the back of your thighs and pulling you down to straddle him. He quickly reaches into his gym bag and pulls a condom from his side pocket, slides it over his thick cock, before running his throbbing tip over your clothed cunt.

“Do ya really want me, pretty?” he coos as he plants wet, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and neck.

“Y-Yes, Mi–”

“No,” he cuts you off. “Call me Tsumu.” He pulls away to stare at you— god, you look so fucking beautiful, all needy and desperate for him. He doesn’t know how much longer he can wait. “Please.”

“Tsumu,” you whimper, “Need you so fucking bad.”

His breath hitches when he moves your thong to the side and slowly pushes himself into your tight hole. You’re so warm and wet; an overwhelming sense of euphoria overtakes his body as you start to bounce up and down his length, feeling every drag of your clenched walls around his cock as you angle yourself to hit deeper inside of you.

Your delicate fingers wrap around his neck, pulling him in for a heated kiss. Somehow, you taste sweeter than you smell; he grows dizzy, quickly becoming pussy drunk as your teeth greedily nibble on his plump bottom lip.

“God, yer gorgeous,” he groans against your mouth. “Can’t believe I was missin’ out on ya this whole time.”

His hands snake underneath your shirt, pinching and pulling at your nipples through your sports bra. You pull away momentarily to throw your shirt over your torso and toss it onto the floor; when you pull the straps of your bra off your shoulders and free your tits from the constraining fabric, Atsumu’s jaw goes slack. His head dips down to wrap his swollen lips around one of your perked buds, his tongue languidly flicking it back and forth.

“F-Fuck, Tsumu,” you moan. “Please don’t stop. Feels so good.”

His fingers dig into the flesh of your ass, his strong grip relieving the ache in your thighs when your movements become sloppy and you begin to grow tired. He plants his feet flat on the ground and begins to thrust up into you; he feels his balls start to tighten and he knows his orgasm is looming over him.

He squeezes a hand in between your bodies that are pressed tightly together, searching for your clit. Once he finds it, he begins rubbing frantic circles, his calloused fingertips sending waves of pleasure up and down your spine, making you nuzzle your face into his broad shoulder.

“C’mon, pretty,” he pants. “Want ya to cum with me.”

Atsumu removes his hand from your ass and places it on your neck, pulling your head out from his shoulder. He presses his sweaty forehead against yours, his eyes staring deep into yours with blown-out pupils and lust-filled irises.

“Want ya to look at me when you cum. Want ya to see who’s making this pussy feel so fucking good.”

You come undone with one more swipe to your clit. When your walls clench down around him, so hard that it feels like they’re trying to push him out, he shoots thick ropes of his seed into the latex condom. He talks you through your orgasm and his, praising you as you ride out the intense pleasure.

“That’s it, angel, that’s it. I gotcha. Love it when ya make such a pretty mess, creamin’ all over my cock.”

Once your walls stop spasming, he taps your ass twice signaling for you to stand up. You do so, quickly fishing out your clothes from the sea of fabric on the floor.

“So much for your shower,” you joke, and when Atsumu looks down at his body, he notices that his torso and thighs are covered in a thin sheen of sweat, causing his skin to glisten under the fluorescent lighting of the locker room.

When you’re both fully clothed, you turn to face the setter, more flustered than before. “Uh, Miya,” you start. Your hips nervously sway side-to-side as you shift your weight between your feet.  “I’m gonna get going. I don’t wanna miss the last train.”

Atsumu raises an eyebrow. “Firstly, didn’t I just tell you to call me Tsumu? And secondly, I’m driving you home.”

“But,” you reply, “My stop is only a few blocks from my house, and I know it’s out of the way for you–”

“Nope,” he interrupts. “No buts. I’m driving you home.”

You purse your lips and nod once, reluctantly accepting his request.

The car ride home is awkward— more awkward than one would expect, considering that he was just balls deep inside of you less than 20 minutes ago. Atsumu turns up the radio, some shitty pop song cutting through the deafening silence. Somehow, his mind is simultaneously running a hundred miles a minute while being completely blank. It’s hard for him to form any coherent thoughts, and from how unusually quiet you’re being as you stare out the foggy window, he can tell that you feel the same way as well.

“So…” His fingers tap against his steering wheel as he cruises down the highway.

“So…” You answer back.

Atsumu sighs. He replays something that Samu told him once when they were seventeen.

Tsumu, the best way ya can figure out what yer thinking is to just talk out loud. Even if they don’t make sense at first and yer just ramblin’, eventually you’ll understand what ya mean.

He chuckles to himself before taking his younger brother’s advice.

“Y’know, I used to lowkey kinda hate ya.”

Out of the corner of his eye he watches as your head swivels around, shooting him a glare.

“I used to think ya were annoying— always doting on me, treatin’ me like a kid. I couldn’t stand ya.”

You scoff, bewildered by his incredulous words. “Wow, Tsumu. You know, most guys would limit the degradation for when they’re inside me.”

“I’m not done yet,” he cuts you off. You sink into the passenger’s seat as he continues.

“But I’m startin’ to realize that I only hated ya because I thought ya hated me. But that couldn’t have been further from the truth. I never hated ya, not even a little bit.”

A giggle slips past your lips. “I can see where you’re coming from though. And I’m sorry if I ever pushed your buttons or made it seem like I didn’t like you. It’s just,” you sigh, softly shaking your head, “whenever I like someone I kinda just don’t know what to do with myself. I don’t want them to catch on to my feelings, so I hide behind a rough exterior. If you haven’t noticed yet, I’m not exactly the best with guys, in a romantic sense at least.”

Atsumu turns his head to look at you, cocking one of his eyebrows in confusion. “Oh please, not the best with guys? The team absolutely loves ya— hell, even my old high school team adores ya too. I know that ya think that yer headstrong and assertive personality turns guys away, but it’s probably the thing I like the most about ya.”

The corners of your lips curl upwards into a cute smile. “So, you like me too?”

He grows flustered, an embarrassed “no” threatening to escape from his throat. But when he glances over at you, he notices the look in your eyes. Although you stare at him with a confident and playful look on your face, he sees the nervousness that lies beneath your pretty features, the rise and fall of your chest when you take a shaky breath, the bobbing of your throat as you gulp in anticipation. He realizes that you need his reassurance, that you need to hear the words from himself. And that’s when the nebulous cloud that muddled his brain subsides, and he realizes the crux of his thoughts.

“Yea,” he whispers. “I like ya, too.”

He pulls into the driveway of your house, parks his car, and escorts you to your door. He patiently waits for you to turn the handle, but before you do, you turn around to face him.

“Why don’t you spend the night?” You smile at him, the corners of your mouth stretching from ear to ear. “You can use my shower.”

Atsumu smirks as he replies, “Only if ya shower with me.”

You throw your head back and laugh at his shameless flirting. “Fine, if you insist.”

…

Atsumu pulls the covers over the two of you, the hot water from the shower still having their soothing effect on both of your sore and tired muscles. When you snuggle your face into his chest, he smiles as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead before shutting his eyes.

What an amazing way to end the second day of the new year, with his strong arms wrapped tightly around your warm body and his nose filled with the faint remnants of your perfume that permanently clings to your neck, a pleasant scent that he’s grown to love.