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a wonderful thing [mamma mia part five] | formula one social media au

drivers: sebastian vettel, fernando alonso & jenson button

in this house babies are delivered in the rb8 not by a stork

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yourusername: welcome to the world florence mia alonso vettel button y/ln ✨ your name may be a mouthful but your our beautiful girl, i can’t wait to give you the world x

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user1: OH MY GOSH - wait so does she have all of their surnames as her last name?

mickschumacher: i’ve banned them from answering random questions so i will - the official last name is y/ln, with all the guys names as middle names! all three of them wanted flo to have y/n’s last name but a piece of them as well

user2: awww that’s so cute

user3: not her having a nickname already

kimiraikkonen: congratulations guys. i’m so happy for all of you, flo has the best parents she could ask for

yourusername: thank you kimi ☺️ xx

jensonbutton: thank you for everything kimi, mostly for being there to catch seb when he passed out 👍🏻

sebastianvettel: YOU SAID YOU WOULDN’T TELL ANYONE YES I DID PASS OUT BUT IT MADE ME RESPECT WOMEN EVEN MORE I WAS NOT ASKING FOR MORE ATTENTION THAN Y/N WHO WAS LITERALLY GIVING BIRTH

jensonbutton: yeah i’m not reading all of that

yourusername: don’t worry seb i know you were just overwhelmed

sebastianvettel: NOT MORE THAN YOU I AM PROUD OF YOU

fernandoalo_oficial: when will you let this go… you’re just squeamish, it’s cute

user4: wait is she called mia after the mamma mia summer?

user5: that’s kind of hilarious

danielricciardo: ahhhhhhh she’s here !!!!! i can’t wait to meet flo and i hope everyone is recovering well xx p.s. max i shall swing round to your garage to pick up my £50 next race xoxo

yourusername: thank you danny x p.s. what did you bet on?

danielricciardo: NOTHING

maxverstappen1: he bet that seb would pass out during the birth 👍🏻

sebastianvettel: DANIEL?

yourusername: max?

maxverstappen1: i had faith seb

sebastianvettel: at least someone did

fernandoalo_oficial: she’s so beautiful she takes after her mama

yourusername: thank you nando ☺️ (it’s a good thing we did not do a paternity test, cause lord knows you’d all argue who gave what to flo)

sebastianvettel: well we ALL know she’ll have my impeccable manners

jensonbutton: and my unbelievable charm

fernandoalo_oficial: and lord knows she’ll never lose an argument on the playground, flo will have the alonso sass

yourusername: sounds like a winning combination if you throw in the patience of dealing with all three of you

sebastianvettel

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sebastianvettel: beyond proud to be flo's dad and beyond grateful to y/n for letting me be a part of flo's and her life x

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user6: I AM SO SOFT

user7: holy moly look how small her hands are crying 😭 🥹

yourusername: i have no doubt you'll be just the dad flo needs

sebastianvettel: i'll try my best

yourusername: don't stress yourself out you're a natural so far

jensonbutton: he didn't even bat an eyelid when flo threw up all over him

fernandoalo_oficial: he only cried for about five minutes when flo first held his hand

user8: okay they're ganging up on seb @yourusername @mickschumacher @kimirakkonen spill the beans on the others please

yourusername: jenson was shaking so much that flo's name is barely legible on her birth certificate

yourusername: fernando was so excited about feeding flo for the first time on his own that he spilt half of the milk and then slipped in it (thankfully he'd already put flo down)

mickschumacher: fernando watched her sleep for so long that he physically got cramp and had to be carried to bed

kimiraikkonen: jenson had a 27 step plan to introduce flo and beckett and he was so nervous waiting for labour to start that he walked me through it THREE times

sebastianvettel: okay now i feel better

charles_leclerc: i am so so happy for you guys, i can't wait to meet her !!

yourusername: thank you charlie, turns out AUS23 is the perfect lullaby for flo, she falls asleep as soon as we turn it on

charles_leclerc: hopefully i can play the one i've written for her as soon as possible

sebastianvettel: charlie, i am so touched. i am glad to be called your grid dad

charles_leclerc: and now we're all crying

jensonbutton: i didn't know you could get any cuter, but you reading flo a book about flower classification melted my old man heart

fernandoalo_oficial: i caught him reading her your book and i won't lie i did cry a bit

yourusername: don't forget when he crawled around bumping into everything possible to check if it was "properly babyproofed"

sebastianvettel: when did we all become such saps?

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jensonbutton: i didn't know that dad duties included comforting our crying 26 year olds as well as flo

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user11: someone sedate me i am so not normal about this

yourusername: i'd actually say that flo is better behaved than them

sebastianvettel: i agree

fernandoalo_oficial: i must say watching mad max cry his eyes out holding flo is one of my favourite things ever

jensonbutton: it pains me to say but they're so sweet

yourusername: fatherhood has softened you all

user12: they are never defeating the grid kid allegations i fear

user13: applying to be godfather when they're just the overgrown kids LMAO

charles_leclerc: acting like you guys didn't all bawl your eyes out when i played flo's lullaby :(

yourusername: you're right i did cry it was very beautiful charles, thank you

jensonbutton: it was very touching, you're a menace but a thoughtful menace

sebastianvettel: you make me proud to be called your grid dad :)

fernandoalo_oficial: it was a very kind gesture (you will need to pay me back somehow for now having to get a piano delivered? how does one get a piano through the door?)

charles_leclerc: NOW I'M CRYING AGAIN GOD I LOVE YOU GUYS

maxverstappen1: kids are my weakness !!! and mia is so so cute, thank you for having me :(

yourusername: you were great with her maxy, i know you doubted yourself but you're a natural !!

jensonbutton: you're always welcome at ours (though we don't have any more room for trophies, so take them home first)

fernandoalo_oficial: oh maxy, you're a big softy really. it's okay we can all cry on the flight to the next race

sebastianvettel: you're free to be as present as you wish with flo, and free to let us help heal your inner child :)

maxverstappen1: how are you guys all so good at being parents already?

user13: obsessed with max calling her mia when everyone else calls her flo

maxverstappen1: i love mia so much but i also love to remind her parents how they got into this situation

charles_leclerc: this is such a good point

jensonbutton: really? on a post about how much we love all three of you

user14: i'm crying over max being super nervous to hold flo and being assured by all of them (and maybe charles)

yourusername: oh they looked like an old married couple it was very cute

fernandoalo_oficial

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fernandoalo_oficial: my paternity leave came to an end wayyyy too fast, but thank you to y/n and seb and jenson for giving me the best present in the world. florence is the most precious girl in the world and there's nothing i won't do for her. for a long time i never thought i'd be a father or that i'd even find love, thank you for showing me that i can <3

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user15: user15 found dead, cause: fernando alonso being TOO FUCKING CUTE

valterribottas: fatherhood suits you

yourusername: did he show you all 200+ pics of flo

valterribottas: yes. multiple times

fernandoalo_oficial: I LOVE MY BABY OKAY

yourusername: we miss you already :( and we love you so much, you deserve this and more

fernandoalo_oficial: i'm so glad i went to greece this summer, i can't believe i nearly went to australia

aussiegrit: i'm so happy for you nando but you're literally bragging about ditching me :(

fernandoalo_oficial: sorry not sorry it was worth it

markwebber: you're such a mean girl . DON'T FORGET we ALL know i was your first love in f1

jensonbutton: you snooze you lose mark hold this L

aussiegrit: i'm literally married

sebastianvettel: tell that to all of your homoerotic tension with half of the grid

aussiegrit: the only thing i wanted to put near your ass is my FOOT

yourusername: okay clearly fatherhood has not completely softened all of you

user16: i see we took like a month to be responsible adults and now normal service is resumed

maxverstappen1: lestappen erasure once again and after you guys just proclaimed us as your children .... i see

charles_leclerc: youngest child being the favourite, some things never change

yourusername: yall finished projecting?

fernandoalo_oficial: you guys literally slept the entire flight? you would've bitten my head off if i had woken you up for anything other than getting off

charles_leclerc: nuh uh my instagram grind never stops

maxverstappen1: we want a feature on our only active grid dad's instagram SUE US

user17: fernando may be away from flo but he's never not on dad watch

sebastianvettel: don't miss us too much and bring home number 33

jensonbutton: i support you whole heartedly but we don't have the wall space for another trophy right now

fernandoalo_oficial: well get to chopping

yourusername: i have faith in you hence why i already got flo's baby hard hat out

user18: BABY HARD HAT???

yourusername

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yourusername: i felt really lost in my life this summer and decided to take a little trip to a greek island. there i met three great men, but knew it was likely that i'd never see them again. yet here we are, in love and with the biggest bundle of joy i could ever ask for. i love you all and can't wait for the rest of our lives.

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user23: bro why is MY ass crying i don't know these people but this is adorable and i'm so happy for you

alexalbon: this has been my favourite thing this year and i couldn't think of four better people to have this happiness

yourusername: thank you albono, we'll be visiting the zoo soon, flo is super attached to her horsey plush

fernandoalo_oficial: i'm so glad i met you and i'm so glad you let us in on this insane journey

yourusername: there's no one else i'd rather live through this chaos with

user24: i don't think there's anything like the mamma mia summer to bring the entire grid together

jensonbutton: being with you guys makes retirement the sweet life, i couldn't have asked for a better hand in life

yourusername: there's no other way i'd like to start my day than bagel runs with you

sebastianvettel: after i announced my retirement i thought i'd float around aimlessly trying to find another purpose in life. i don't know how we got to this but i wouldn't change it for the world, i love all three of you and florence so so so much

yourusername: i'm sure we can balance beekeeping with being a full-time dad

user25: flo having four parents who would do anything for her i'm so jealous

maxverstappen1: you guys are so precious, counting down the days until i see mia again

yourusername: respecting the commitment to using mia

maxverstappen1: you chose mia, right? you knew what you were doing

yourusername: sue me.

sebastianvettel: you knowingly named our daughter after mamma mia?

yourusername: how is it with the shoe on the other foot ??? at least mia isn't as obvious as BECKETT

jensonbutton: beckett is NOT OBVIOUS

fernandoalo_oficial: wait how did we not catch on???

yourusername: mia is a cute name !!!

sebastianvettel: maybe max and charles get their scheming from you

charles_leclerc: i do NOT SCHEME

yourusername: ummmmm sebastian your number one boy name was enzo... i may not know f1 but even i know that ENZO IS ENZO FERRARI YOU ARE NOT SLICK

sebastianvettel: damn tough crowd

user26: god i wish they publicised their arguments about naming like they did with the godfathers

user27: i just know those lists were heinous those men should not be allowed to name anything ever

fernandoalo_oficial: ummm actually i suggested florence

yourusername: we BOTH suggested florence

jensonbutton: i highlighted it first in the book

yourusername: NO YOU DIDN'T

sebastianvettel: i'm staying out of this one

user26: thanks for this little highlight reel 👍

note: AAHHHHHHHH PART FIVE i hope we are happy with the name choice, thank you for all of your amazing suggestions. i cannot remember who exactly suggested florence but i loved it so much esp cause flo is such a cute nickname !!! but also big shoutout to @evilsailorsenshi for the mia suggestion i had to make it a middle name to do the series justice x

do not fear this is not the end, i plan on following this lil family for a good while, so i hope this is a good fill of mamma mia content for now.

hopefully i got everyone on the taglist! - also, everyone who replied to my post about life, i am still getting back to people but thank you so much, i love this lil community so much !! please never be afraid to reach out to me if need be i'm always up for a chat!

taglist: taglist: @boiohboii @vellicora @faithm120601 @raizelchrysanderoctavius @luv4kani @eugene-emt-roe @magical-spit @ironmaiden1313 @jaydaaasworld @whoreks @rainerax @nonsensical-nonsence @laneyspaulding19 @chelseyyouraverageluigi @lxclerc @gemofthenight @woweewoowa @tagteamedbitch@imagandom@mypage-myfandoms@mehrmonga@asparklysoul @unstableplant @motorsp0rt@multilovebot@lili-flower03 @its-elias-world @jolixtreesunn@nothingfuninthislife@rileynicol3@kodzuvk@mochimommy2002@fluffyspaceprincess@roseseraj@black-swan-blog27@nyrasslut@justdreamersdream@asfaraslifegets@why4anne@ineffableperson@leilanixx@lunyyx @pupbistro @gaypoetsblog@rafaaoli@champomiel@sadsierra2 @rainerax @lokietro @thecubanator2 @nzygftoji @rockyhayzkid @nmw-am @slytherheign @erikasurfer @turn-around-look-at-what-you-see @greigreyhiyyih @duck-duck-goose-18 @dark-night-sky-99 @ironcowboycopnickel @sizzlingghostoperatorbagel @2bormaybenot @42ndbrokencompass @whotfisvale @lichterfee @sticksdoesart @glitterf1 @turn-around-look-at-what-you-see

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moneyndior · 1 month

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୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ she said, ‘fuck me like i’m famous.’ i said, ‘okay.’⋄ 𓍯

…IN WHICH—i have thoughts about brothers best friend!luke

tags/warnings: luke x fem!reader, loser!luke, protective!brother, unnamed brother, secret relationship, outside of chb, reader is drunk/drinking, reader is mentioned to be younger, suggestive content at the end/nearing smut, not proofread.

ೃauthor notes⁀➷ is this fandom dead or what. also i was mad insane for writing the ending to this LMFAOO DONT SMOKE WEED OR THIS IS THE OUTCOME‼️

—brother best friend!luke who was told to stay away from you.

“dude, seriously. stop staring—that’s my little sister.”

“i’m not staring. don’t make it weird.”

luke muttered, lying straight out of his teeth. he clicked his tongue as he crossed his arms, rolling his shoulders.

his eyes were locked onto you as you rushed around the living room, rushing down the halls. you struggled to put on this earring, lips in a straight line before groaning in annoyance.

you looked gorgeous. you were getting ready for god knows what, but luke didn’t need to know to know that you were the type of girl guys like him would kill for.

you noticed his staring and waved quickly, rushing back into your room. he had only a second to wave back. luke tried to make it subtle—but he clearly didn’t try hard enough.

“what did i just say, man?”

“can i not wave to your sister?”

“no.”

your brother snapped before closing his door, throwing the play station controller toward luke, maybe a little harder than he should’ve.

—brothers best friend!luke who does anything to have some alone time with you.

he seen you walk past your brothers room late at night, using your phone flashlight to navigate through the hallway. your brother was asleep on the bean bag chair, the tv remote loosely in his grip.

luke figured you were going to the kitchen, so he obviously followed. he hugged the wall, the kitchen illuminating from the fridge light.

“hey.”

“holy fuck, luke!”

you shout-whispered after jumping. he didn’t mean to scare you—but it sure was funny. he chuckled quietly as he leaned onto the counter, tilting his head. you had a soda in your hand, a piece of bread in your mouth.

“you scared the shit out of me.”

“aw, ‘m sorry.”

“no you ain’t.”

you narrowed your eyes to him, pinching your brows together. a snicker left your throat as you seen luke shrug, chuckling as he tightened his lips.

“yeah. you’re right.”

he admitted with no issue, seemingly taking pride in it. luke adjusted his position, towering over you as he stood with his arms crossed.

“so…what’re you doing up this late, hm?”

“what are you doing up this late? shouldn’t you and my brother be doing whatever stupid stuff you two do?”

“touché. but no—he’s asleep.”

“you poor thing.”

you muttered before turning on your heel, walking toward your room, leaving luke in the dark. he exhaled, his shoulders dropping as he waited an extra minute at hearing you slowly close your door.

luke ran his fingers through his hair, his hands on the counter as he tried to regain his posture.

“fuck.”

he mumbled to himself, trying to get the flush off his face as he went back to how you looked in those shorts and tank top.

—brother’s best friend!luke who takes care of you when you got a little too drunk at a party.

“c’mon, hold my hand.”

“take me out to dinner first, luke.”

you slurred out your words, giggling as you wrapped your arms around his, looking up at him. you looked up at him while fluttering your lashes, lips slightly separated.

if you weren’t drunk, luke would’ve kissed you right then and there.

“i’m taking you home.”

“awh…”

you dragged out, pouting as you stumbled over your own two feet. luke instinctively wrapped an arm around your waist, guiding you. even though you paid no mind to it—luke’s ears were burning hot and his face was bright red.

he leaned you onto his car as he opened the passenger door, guiding you to sit down with an arm still around you.

luke quickly tried to start the car, trying to avoid eye contact with you before he felt you kiss his cheek. you giggled before humming,

“thank you, luke. you’re so sweet, and cute, and smart, and…uhm.”

“mhm. you’re very welcome.”

he mumbled, his voice cracking. luke’s eyebrows knitted together as you giggled again.

“you’re too good f’my brother. god—why do you hang out with him more than me? what does he have that i don’t?”

you pouted, lips twitching as you tugged on his sweatshirt’s sleeve. luke reached out, patting your head as he kept his eyes forward.

“i, uhm—i don’t know.”

“exactly! spend more time with me. please, luke?”

you pleaded, slurring your words once again. luke gulped before nodding, all of his self respect gone. if the girl of his dreams was asking him, luke castellan, to spend time with her—he can’t decline.

—brother’s best friend!luke who can’t seem to keep a secret that well.

“luke, my brother’s in the next room.”

you complained between kisses, luke pressing up against you. his hands were gripping your hips, the mattress below you two squeaking as he pushed you down against it.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry. you just,”

luke paused, letting out a quiet whimper before finishing his sentence.

“you looked so good. i couldn’t help myself. i’m sorry, baby.”

you chuckled at hearing his continuous apologies. luke felt you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

“gods, you’re so good to me, y/n.”

he whined, cupping your cheeks with a knee between your legs. luke hooked a finger around the waistband of your shorts, pulling away. he looked at you with pleading eyes, shifting down toward your shorts and back up at you.

“yeah. you can.”

with the given permission, he wasted noses time pulling them down your legs. luke kissed your cheek, trailing down to your collarbone.

“so good—too good f’me.”

#— luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #percy jackson x reader #luke castellan blurb #luke castellan imagine #pjo x reader #loser!luke x reader #brothers best friend!luke #brothers best friend!luke x reader #ALSO I’LL POST THE ARES!READER SOON #TRUST

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scoonsalicious · 14 days

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Unwanted: Chapter 13, Uncomfortable - Pt. 5

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

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

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, Self harm.

Word Count: 2k

Previously On...: I can't even. Betrayal. Just, ultimate betrayal.

A/N: And we are back to our regularly scheduled programming! Nola was great! I had Lavender-Lemon beignets at Ruby Slipper Cafe, and holy shit! They were heaven on earth! 10/10, would eat again!

Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917!

Thank you to all those who have been reading; if you like what you've read, likes, comments, and reblogs give me life, and I truly appreciate them, and you!

Taglist: (Please let me know if you’d like to be added!) @jmeelee @cazellen @mrsbuckybarnes1917 @blackhawkfanatic @buckybarnessimpp @hayjat @capswife @itsteambarnes @marygoddessofmischief @sebastians-love @learisa @lethallyprotected @rabbitrabbit12321 @buckybarnesandmarvel @fanfictiongirl77 @calwitch @fantasyfootballchampion @selella @jackiehollanderr @wintercrows @sashaisready @missvelvetsstuff @angelbabyyy99 @keylimebeag @maybefoxysouls @vicmc624 @j23r23 @wintercrows @crist1216 @cjand10 @pattiemac1@les-sel @dottirose @winterslove1917 @harperkenobi @ivet4 @casey1-2007 @mrsevans90 @steeph-aniie @bean-bean2000 @beanbagbitch

Tumblr will not let me directly tag the following: @marcswife21 @erelierraceala @jupiter-107 @doublejeon @hiqhkey @unaxv @brookeleclerc

“Pocket! Oh my God, Pocket!” A concerned voice broke through your haze. You hadn’t even realized you were curled up into the corner of your shower until Wanda stepped forward, turning off the now ice-cold water and was crouched down before you, wrapping you in an oversized towel sheet. “Honey, what have you done to yourself?”

She gently padded at your skin, the soft white cloth coming away spotted with your blood where it had touched open wounds.

“I’m fine, Wands,” you muttered through chattering teeth, your entire body trembling against the freezing tile. “I’m fine. You don’t need to be here.”

“Like hell you are,” she retorted, her usual calm demeanor shattered at the sight of you. “You’re hurting yourself.” You felt her cool, slim fingertips trace gently over the lines of your harshly scrubbed welts. “Honey, what happened? Why would you do this to yourself?” Her gaze flicked around the bathroom: your discarded robe, the streaks of bloody water slowly circling down the shower drain, your ruined skin under her hand. She gingerly removed her fingers from your arm and you instantly missed their warmth. “What did Barnes do?”

All you could do was shake your head as you shivered.

The look Wanda gave you was brutal in its pity. “Oh, honey,” she whispered, enveloping your body into a fierce hug. At the contact, the last of your defenses broke, and your sobbing began again, a tidal wave of pain rushing through you as you clutched her to you.

When your sobs had subsided, Wanda pulled back from you, putting your face in her hands. “Can you get up, sweetie? We need to get you off this floor or you're going to freeze.”

You nodded, and with her assistance, managed to stand. Once you had yourself steady on your feet, Wanda’s hands began to glow red. “I just need to get you warm, okay?” she asked. When you nodded, she let her magic flow around you, and you felt your skin warm and dry, and your towel turned into a long, plush bathrobe. “There, that’s better, isn’t it?” she asked you hopefully as she led you back into the main room and deposited you gently in the corner of your couch. All you could do was feebly nod in return.

“I think we’re going to need some reinforcements,” Wanda said as she pulled out her phone, sending out a quick text. “Now, you just rest here and I’m going to start cleaning up the bathroom, okay?”

Before she could walk away, you reached out and grabbed her arm. “How did you know to come in here, Wands?” you asked. “How’d you know I needed you?”

She cast you a soft smile. “Bucky called me. Told me you’d had a fight, that he’d really fucked up and asked me to check in on you.”

You nodded. At least he was capable of doing something right.

“You wanna talk about it?” she asked gently. You shook your head, but took her hands and put them to the sides of your head, giving her unspoken permission to view the memory directly from your mind.

Wanda looked at you. “Are you sure?” she asked. You nodded, wanting her to understand, but not wanting to have to explain how absolutely betrayed you felt, to relive the pain of it. You felt the familiar warmth enter your temples as Wanda’s fingers began glowing once again. Unlike the last time she had sifted through your memory, this left you feeling hollowed out and empty inside.

“Are you shitting me?” Wanda asked in surprise when she’d finished, her fingers returning to their normal hue. “Is he a fucking moron?!” You couldn’t help but bark out a quick laugh at her response; it was rare for Wanda to ever use profanities, especially in reference to another person, let alone another member of your team, but it was nice to know that you weren’t alone in your assessment of Bucky’s actions.

Before either of you could say anything else, your bedroom door flew open and Natasha came bursting through. “I swear to God, Wanda, this better be a legit emergency, because I was just about to—” She paused at the sight of the two of you sitting facing each other on the couch, expressions forlorn.

“What did I miss?” she asked cautiously.

“Come help me clean the bathroom, Nat, and I’ll explain.” Wanda stood and held out a hand to Natasha. She turned back to look at you. “Rest a little bit. We’ll be right in the other room if you need us,” she said before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. Nat cast you a confused look before following Wanda into the en-suite and you sighed heavily. You were exhausted and you couldn’t believe the turn the night had taken. Where were you even going to go from here?

The worst part was, the only person you wanted to talk to was Bucky— not the Bucky who had said those horrible things, who had betrayed you, but the Bucky who had been your best friend, who you had trusted with all the dirty details of your past, who you thought understood you better than anyone else in the world.

Where had he gone, and who was this stranger that had taken his place?

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to keep the tears from falling once again.

“Are you FUCKING KIDDING ME?” Nat shouted from the bathroom. In seconds, she was storming back into the bedroom and out the door. “I am going to kill him,” she muttered to you before leaving, and a few seconds later, you could hear her banging on Bucky’s door across the hall.

“Oh dear,” Wanda said, coming out of the bathroom. “I should have anticipated that reaction from her.” She came to sit beside you as you both listened to the muffled shouting as Nat ripped Bucky a new one.

A wicked smile tugged at Wanda's lips, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, I did warn him. Barnes can't say he didn't see this coming."

You managed a weak chuckle and leaned back against the couch, feeling a little more grounded now, surrounded by your friends' protective wrath. It was oddly comforting, even if all you wanted was to be left alone to deal with your own heartbreak.

"He'll survive," Wanda said dismissively, her fingers absently tracing winding paths in the plush fabric of your robe. Her gaze drifted back to you, her expression softening once more. "The more important question is...how are you doing?"

You took a deep breath and let it out slowly, your eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. How were you supposed to answer that? You felt like your heart had been ripped open and then stomped on, then fed back to you.

"Better than Barnes," was all you said, eliciting a choked laugh from Wanda.

"That's not much of an achievement, sweetheart."

"I know," you replied softly, eyes still fixed on the ceiling. "But it's the best I can do right now."

She smoothed your hair. “Would you like me to help you sleep, love?” You nodded, grateful for the assistance she was offering.

She took a glance at your bed. “Oh,” she said once she saw its stripped state. “Well, that won’t do.” She raised her hands and conjured up a luxurious bed set, with silk scarlet sheets and a downy scarlet duvet. “There,” she said, sounding pleased with herself. “That’s much better.”

You looked at your newly transformed bed in awe. “Is that, like, going to disappear at midnight or something?” you asked, transfixed by what you had just seen happen.

Wanda laughed softly. “I’m a witch, sweetie, not a fairy godmother. It’s permanent. Dry-clean only, but permanent.”

You exhaled, beyond impressed. “If I were you,” you said, awestruck, “I’d be using my powers for all kinds of evil.”

“I sincerely doubt that,” Wanda said with a smile. She waved her hand and conjured up a satin scarlet sleep set. “Why don’t you go change and I’ll turn down the sheets?”

You nodded, picking up the night clothes she’d created for you and headed to the bathroom to change. When you came out a moment later, you saw Wanda had conjured herself a matching sleep set. “You didn’t think I was going to leave you alone at a time like this, did you?” she asked. “We’ll make it a slumber party, and Nat’ll get a matching set when she comes back.

“Thank you, Wands,” you said, rushing toward her and embracing her.

“Of course, sweetie,” she said, patting your hair gently. “That’s what friends are for.”

You held each other for a moment, lost in the comfort Wanda provided. You were so grateful to have friends like her and Nat.

As if you’d conjured her with your thoughts, the door creaked open and Nat slunk through. She made a face at the sight of the two of you in your matching sleep sets and scowled when Wanda raised a glowing hand, transforming her clothing to match.

“We’re having a slumber party, Natasha,” Wanda said, as if that perfectly explained why she’d given Nat magic pajamas.

Nat’s expression softened. “Of course we are,” she said, coming over to the two of you and wrapping her arms around you both, effectively sandwiching you between her and Wanda.

“I hope you didn’t physically disable Barnes,” Wanda said. “Not that he didn’t deserve it, of course, but we’re already a man down.”

Nat snorted. “No physical violence needed,” she said, pulling back from the hug. “He’s beating himself up enough as it is.” She turned to you. “I don’t like saying this, because you know how much I hate the way he’s been treating you since Carthage showed up, but he knows how badly he fucked up. I’m not saying you should forgive him– you’re the only one who can make that decision, but once you’ve taken some time to process everything, I think you should talk to him.”

You swallowed and nodded. You couldn’t fathom doing it right now, but you knew you’d have to eventually.

“That’s a lovely painting,” Wanda said, nodding her head toward where Twilight in the Tropics sat on your desk, and you were grateful for her for changing the topic. “Where did it come from?”

“Looks like a Stark Apology to me,” Nat said, then chuckled when you nodded.

“Let’s get you to bed, Pocket,” Wanda said. “It’s been a long night and you must be exhausted.”

God, but you were. Every fiber of your body ached as you crawled into bed between Wanda and Nat, the new, magic silk sheets feeling delicious against your skin, and the duvet enveloping you like a cloud.

“Now, about that painting,” Wanda said, raising her hands again. “I think you deserve a little show after everything you’ve been through tonight, don’t you?” As her hands glowed, the lights dimmed and the painting lit up and came to life, as though you were looking through an open window onto the living scene as Frederic Church had painted it in 1874. The moonlight rippled on the water, the wind whispered through the palm fronds, and the sounds of a tropical night filled your room. It was breathtaking.

“Holy shit,” Nat said in a hushed, revenant voice.

“Thank you, Wands,” you whispered, squeezing her hand on top of the duvet. “This is amazing."

“Let it lull you to sleep, sweetie,” Wanda said, squeezing your hand back. “Goodnight, Pocket. Good night, Natasha.”

“Night, Wands,” you said, feeling a small smile touch your mouth. “Good night, Natty.”

“Night, Wanda,” Nat said, stifling a yawn. “Night, Pocket. Tomorrow will be better. I promise.”

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social media au

y/n face claim; gracie abrams

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you grow up in a small town your whole life and there's this kid who everyone kind of knows because his dad is important and then he goes away for college and when he comes back years later, everyone tells you he's a serial killer and you're like "holy shit? shouldn't someone arrest him or something?" but everyone who tries keeps getting punched to death until eventually everyone is like "ohhh our bad, he's actually not a serial killer woops. btw he's adopted two children and we're letting this happen." and you're like. okay. and then the next night he comes up to you and he's covered in blood and holding a bunch of plants in his hands and starts begging you to trade him some random shit he's got in his pockets for the coffee beans you just bought at the store, so you say yes out of fear and then he just eats them whole in front of you, walks five feet to your left, stabs a guy and cuts his heart out, shoves it in his pocket, chugs some water, and then sprints off.

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Coffee Shop Love Pt.1

pairing: miguel o'hara x f!reader

summary: He's as stern and cold as the snow falling from the sky blanketing the bustling streets of Nueva York, Miguel O'Hara stumbles upon a hidden gem of a coffee shop just around the corner from Alchemax. Only problem is the annoying-as-shit smiley-ass barista.

contents: slow burn, no use of y/n, fluff, fluff, and more fluff

author's note: Hi lovies, this is the very first part of my first series. I hope you enjoy it! I suggest you listen to "Bittersweet Faith" by Bitter:Sweet on loop while reading this. It does a nice job setting the vibe I'm going for. Enjoy...

word count: 1.1k

Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4, Pt. 5, Pt.6, Pt.7, Sequel: Sweet Tooth

Yet another slow night at the Mug & Muffin Coffee House, to no one's surprise, not a single soul drinks coffee at night. You always keep the shop open in case someone wants to swing by and get some baked goods for the night. The rest usually goes to the homeless shelter five blocks away. You sit by the counter chin propped up on your hand, as fatigue droops your head down, and Peter Pan sprinkles fairy dust on your eyelids dragging them down.

The lethargic vibe of the shop with slow jazz playing in the background is suddenly disrupted by the frantic ring of the doorbells. Your head shoots up immediately with the sudden burst of noise. The cool winter air bites at your skin until the door is closed and you are back in the embrace of the blasting heater. Your eyes readjust to the warm lights bringing you back into your shop surrounded by the endless coffee beans, leafy green plants, books, and the myriad of photos framed in rusting gold Victorian frames. The shop is completely empty, snapping yourself back into reality, you direct your focus to the customer who had just walked in.

Your lips parted slightly as a little gasp left your mouth. He was a middle-aged man, with golden skin the color of black coffee with a bit of creamer, his mahogany hair was slicked back in a perfect disaster, with wisps of stray gelled hair strands framing his face perfectly. He had the sharpest and highest cheekbones, a cleanly shaved face, and pearly white teeth. He stood at almost seven feet and struggled with getting the mistletoe above the door out of his hair.

Holy smokes he's hot. Where did this man come from? you asked yourself.

He huffed as he finally freed himself from the clutches of the mistletoe. "What a low doorframe," he mumbled to himself in annoyance.

"Or maybe you're just wicked tall," you answered offering him a bright smile.

He quirked a brow at your playful comment. His face gave no gateway to his thoughts.

"Welcome to Mug & Muffin, what can I make you tonight?" you asked looking up at him to meet his gaze.

"I'll have a hot black coffee please," he replied as he took his wallet out.

Your facial naturally contorted at this odd request. You checked your watch to make sure you weren't going crazy. Yep, 9 pm, why is this psycho getting coffee? You looked back up at his unbothered face.

That perfectly chiseled unbothered face. Fuck you for being so perfect mystery man. You thought to yourself as you started to type the order into the machine.

"Would you like any cream or sugar with that sir?" she inquired as their eyes met briefly.

"Nope just black coffee," he responded in a passive-aggressive tone.

"Okay, and can I get a name with this order?" you chirped, to which he replied, "Miguel O'Hara,"

You hummed as you printed his receipt out and handed it to him after he had paid. He chose to get a seat facing the counter. Lucky me, you thought to yourself. You were quite content that you had some eye candy to feast on tonight.

You quickly made his black coffee while sneaking little peeks at him. A pair of reading glasses adorned the bridge of his nose as he taped away at his laptop. You brought his piping hot black coffee to him, and he thanked you with a little head nod, eyes still glued to his computer screen before he looked up at you.

"Would you like coffee cake or some kind of muffin with your coffee? I have a bunch of extras, it'd be on the house," you suggested.

"No thank you, I don't like sweets," he answered. You exaggeratedly gasped at his sudden revelation.

"You don't like sweets," you demanded as you placed your hands on your hips, trying your hardest to give him an angry face. He found your efforts to look angry cute rather than intimidating. He stifled laughter as he answered, "No, I do not," cooly.

"Are you even real?" you grumbled to yourself as you shook your head and ticked your tongue. You sashayed back behind the counter to pack up the sweets to drop off at the Nueva Hope Homeless Shelter. You watched Miguel sip his coffee from the corner of your eye, surprisingly he didn't burn his tongue. His head shot up and surprise marked his eyes as he looked down at his drink and then back at you, before letting out a satisfied hum of approval. He quickly finished his mug while doing his work.

Truthfully the shop closed 15 minutes ago but Miguel sat there too lost in his emails, documents, and reports to realize that you had shut the light off at the counter and put up every chair but the one he was sitting in. He only came back to earth after you had 'accidentally' dropped your keys on the ground next to him. As cliche as the night already was, you both went to pick them up, both your hands grazing each other. He quickly retreated his hand and looked around realizing that it was beyond time for him to go.

He packed his work bag as you loaded the back of your car with boxes upon boxes of extra baked goods. Closing the trunk of the car, you peeped back into the shop to see Miguel placing money in the tip jar. You chuckled to yourself as he stepped out walking up to you. "That was the best coffee I have ever tasted," he started. You crossed your arms and smiled warmly looking up at him.

"I never got your name though," he trailed off.

"And you'll never get it," you teased

"Everyone in the area calls me Baby though," you explained.

"Yeah I'm not calling you that," Miguel said flatly. You laughed at his response as you locked up.

"You have a good night Miguel!" you called out as you opened your car door.

He gave you a lazy wave and you drove away. Night fell on Nueva York along with the snow. When you finished your delivery, you entered your apartment right above the shop with the tip jar in hand. You had emptied it before but Miguel had put something in it. When you opened it your eyes widened at the several twenty dollar bills. There was a small sticky note folded in the jar. You pick it up and unfold it. The sticky note read, "You are way too energetic at nine o'clock at night, but that was the best coffee I've ever had, will be coming again,"

Next... Pt.2

a/n: should i make a tag list?

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ssa-atlas-alvez · 3 months

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after reading “Allergies (Not Really)” I CRAVED more Reader and Mia, and I brainstormed many ideas until I thought of the perfect one.

A couple years later, there’s a case in the town Mia now stays at. Reader and Hotch were talking to the principal at Mia’s school and Mia was walking in the halls, spotted Reader, and immediately ran to him, hugging him. Reader was shocked, but quickly recognized the girl and nearly starts crying.

(If you choose to do this, you can add/get rid of anything :D)

A/N: Annnd I'm back. I think? Anyways, this has been in the making for yonks so hopefully you enjoy it. Also, sorry if you've been tagged twice I kind of just went crazy and made sure everyone was definitely tagged aha.

Description: Mia and reader reunite, chaos ensues.

Warnings: gun shots, unsubs go to the school, guns, schools targeted, criminal minds levels of violence (maybe even on the slightly tamer side).

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"(Y/N), you're with me, we're heading to the school," Hotch says and you nod. That didn't seem too bad. You both headed there, talking to the principal for a while, trying to gather the facts, gathering everything the principal could offer in relation to the case. You suspected that the unsub that was attacking the students was a previous student here (or possibly multiple previous students).

Mia's eyes widen when she spots you in the corridor, dropping her bag, she races towards you.

You stumble on impact, confusion covering your face, "Wha-?"

She looks up at you as she quickly wipes her eyes, "Texas?"

"Mia?!" Your eyes widen, "Holy-" You cut yourself off, reminding yourself that you were in a school. Mia doesn't say anything, simply hugging you tighter and you follow suit, trying to ignore the stinging in your eyes and the lump beginning to form in the back of your throat.

She grins up at you, seeing your eyes red rimmed, "Let me guess, allergies?"

"Yep." You answered with a nod.

A boy jogs up to the pair of you, holding a bag in his right hand in addition to his backpack. "Mia you... ran off... so fast..." The boy gasps out, placing his free hand on his hips, face flushed. "Nearly.... trampled to... death..."

Mia rolls her eyes, "You're so dramatic," She laughs and the boy shoots her a grin.

"But it was good acting though."

"Mediocre at best," Mia teases.

"Who's this?" You ask Mia, turning to the boy stood next to her.

"This is my boyfriend, Jake," She smiles and you give her a soft smile before turning to Jake (the smile quickly disappearing). "Jake, this is the FBI agent I met when, you know..."

"Nice to meet you, Sir," Jake says, giving you a small smile, "Mia's told me a lot about you."

"I'm sure you're a nice kid," You said slowly, choosing your words carefully. "But if you hurt her, I have a gun n I ain't afraid to use it,"

"(Y/N), you can't go around threatening people," Hotch said, sighing deeply.

"It's merely a warnin',"

"Okay, chill your beans, Texas," Mia huffs, "Jake's a nice guy, so just chill,"

"I'm just sayin'-"

"Chill, Texas." Mia said, crossing her arms before she furrows her eyebrows, "What are you doing here anyway?"

"Recent murders," You said, "BAU got called in,"

"That makes sense," Jake nodded slightly.

"How about you? You have anyone special?" Mia grins as your cheeks tint pink. "Oh my god you do?! Who are they?!"

"You remember Agent Jareau?" When Mia nods, you continued, "She and I are... courtin',"

"Courting?" Mia snorts, "So you're dating?! How's that going?"

"'S goin' good," You said with a small nod, "But I ain't 'bout to talk to a kid about my datin' life,"

Mia rolls her eyes, "You know I'm not a kid, right?"

"Nah, you're still a kid," You replied and she huffed slightly.

A few days had passed, everything was fine until Hotch sent you back to the school to check in to see if the principal had thought of anything new that would aid the investigation when everything went…tits up.

There was, in fact, a group of unsubs and, after you had made your way to the library. It was a relatively small library but a library nonetheless.

You press your hand firmly against the steadily bleeding wound on your stomach, what with the gun pressed to your head and the threats of the unsub shooting a student, you force yourself to stay still. You could take them all and you weren't good to any of them dead.

The most you can do is talk, try to distract them long enough for the team to breach. "You've got me, surely that's enough?" Are the words that pool out of your mouth.

"Why would that be enough?"

"Can I reach into my back pocket to grab my ID?" The unsub nods, the other's finger close to the trigger, just in case. You reach behind you with your least bloody hand, fishing your badge from your back pocket. "I'm SSA (Y/N), I work for the FBI as a part of the Behavioural Analysis Unit."

"Well, well, well, we bagged ourselves an FBI agent!" The leader cheers, you watch out of the corner of your eye as Mia jumps, clinging on to Jake's hand like a lifeline.

"Let the kids go." You say, "They'll be more willin' to cooperate with you."

"Oh, we don't want their cooperation." He sneers, "We want to cause as much pain and suffering as possible before we go out. Now... who should we start with?" His eyes glide across the room before they land on Mia. "You. Come here."

"Hey, no, leave the kids out of this-" Your head snaps to the side as the butt of the gun collides with your head.

You watch as Jake moves in front of her. "I'll take her place."

"No, Jake-"

Jake shoots her a soft smile before shaking his head, "It's alright."

"Aw, how sweet." The unsub taunts. Jake walks forward until he's in front of the unsub.

You stagger to your feet, "Why don't you stop bein' pathetic and targettin' kids, huh?" You raise an eyebrow, "What is it, you that weak that you can only ass'rt dominance over kids?"

He points the gun and you force yourself to stand, tackling him to the floor. When his gun clatters, you reach for it, aiming it and taking the unsub’s out, one by one.

The gun shoots as you had tackled him to the group, piercing Jake's stomach. When you tackled the unsub to the floor, he had squeezed the trigger on instinct. You manage to grab the gun, shooting him, and then his friends, one by one. They're sluggish to react, not having expected this.

And soon enough, they're all down. You go to them, one by one to take their weapons. You then turn to the students to make sure they're all alright. Your eyes immediately shoot to Mia, and the figure on the ground next to her. You stagger to them, dropping to your knees.

You quickly wipe one hand down your jeans, cleaning the blood off it as much as you can before you push down against Jake's stomach to stem the bleeding.

"Just hold on,” You give him a reassuring smile before you turn to Mia, “Mia, you need to run down the hall, let people know we're in here."

"But Jake-"

"I've got him, you need to get help,"

Mia nods before she rushes off.

"Jake?" You shake him ever so slightly and his eyes flutter open to look up at you, "Mia's gone to get you some help, you just need to hold on," Jake gave a shaking nod.

"Mia-?"

"Is absolutely fine. You did good kid, real good." You give him a small smile, pressure still on the wound.

"Thanks," Jake bites out, grinding his teeth in pain.

"And hey, you're taking this really well. I know grown men who cry for their Mamas," You say, giving him a reassuring smile.

Jake huffs a small laugh, wincing slightly. And soon enough, Mia runs back in with some medics and your team.

You look up at them, "they're all down, gsw. Only Jake here is injuried, I believe." You say.

Hotch raises an eyebrow, "And yourself," He says.

You shake your head, "'M fine, sir,"

"Liar," Is all Hotch replies with. You huff, "Don't even try to argue it. You're both going to the hospital."

Turning, you look at Jake and decide not to argue. You give a short nod.

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munson-blurbs · 1 year

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Hi! Just found your blog and saw you were looking for ideas.

A best friends to lovers trope that gets super smutty 🥵? I'm a sucker for it

- @eddiesprincess86

Eeep I love this trope, too!

Warnings: so much smut (18+ only minors DNI!!!!), oral (f receiving), fingering, handjob, piv, protected sex, language, pet names, angst

WC: 3.5k

A/N: getting requests seriously makes my whole day. Please keep them coming (no pun intended) <3

It was the silliest action that had you falling for your best friend. Almost ridiculous, really. He was driving you home from work a few months ago, like he did every Thursday when you worked the closing shift. He’d browse the library for the new fantasy releases until you clocked out.

“I’m ready to go!” you announced, exhaustion evident in your voice.

“Your chariot awaits,” Eddie says as he walks you to his van. There’s a group of teenage boys smoking outside, leering at you, but they leave you alone when they spot Eddie by your side.

“Can I hire you to be my bodyguard?” you tease, opening the van door. The smell of stale cigarettes, weed, and Eddie’s cologne hits you as you climb in. He closes the door behind you.

“Depends. What’s my salary?” he jokes right back, turning the key in the ignition.

You pretend to consider this seriously. “Hmm,” you ponder, tapping your finger to your chin. “If you’ll be my bodyguard, I won’t tell anyone that you secretly love Grease and have a massive crush on Olivia Newton-John.”

“First of all,” he starts, keeping his eyes trained on the road as he lectures you, “everyone loves Olivia Newton-John. And second, you’re supposed to be keeping that to yourself, anyway. My salary needs to be something in addition to keeping your big mouth shut.”

You’re about to threaten to spill the beans all over the morning announcements when a sports car zooms around the van, cutting Eddie off and then slamming on the breaks as a sudden curve materializes.

“Holy shit!” Eddie curses loudly and swerves onto the shoulder.

And that’s when he does it.

He puts his arm out in front of you, even though you’re wearing a seatbelt. His calloused hand grips your bicep as he multitasks keeping you and the vehicle safe.

“I am so sorry,” he apologizes, even though what happened clearly wasn’t his fault. “Are you okay?”

“I-I’m fine, Eds,” you croak, heart beating out of your chest for multiple reasons. “Just shaken up.”

“You sure? No bumps or bruises?” Concern seeps into his face as the adrenaline dies down. He uses his thumb to move your chin to him so he can get a better look.

“Positive. W-what about you?” you ask, realizing that he wasn’t buckled in.

He rubs his side and winces. “Got thrown into the gear shift. Gonna leave a nasty bruise, I bet.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell everyone you got it fighting a bear,” you attempt to crack a joke, hoping to get him to smile. He’s too deep in thought to process it.

“I thought--I was scared you got hurt,” he blurts out. “Never would’ve forgiven myself if something happened to you.” He massages the back of his neck, hair sticking to his skin where he’s started to sweat.

“Eddie, I’m okay. And if something did happen, it would’ve been that idiot’s fault,” you gesture to the empty road where the other driver cut you off, “not yours.” And maybe it’s because you’re too rattled to think straight, or maybe because it just seems right, but you grab his hand and squeeze it tight. “Take a breath. Wanna stay over at my place so you don’t have to drive all the way home? You can crash on the couch.” Or in my bed, you think, but you don’t dare say.

He nods and slowly pulls back onto the main road.

Eddie’s feelings towards you were much more of a slow burn, but they most certainly were strong.

He was in denial about it at first, forcing himself to look away from the swing of your hips, tearing his gaze from your lips as you sang along to whatever played on the radio. He tried to feign annoyance when you interrupted him at Hellfire to tell him about your college acceptance but couldn’t bring himself to do it, wrapping you in a hug and spinning you while the rest of the club looked on in bemusement. The fact that he thought about you all the time, wanted you to wear his Dio vest proudly, imagining throwing his arm over your shoulder and kissing you softly during your weekly movie nights--those were normal, right? Just regular thoughts a guy has about a girl.

And there were more sexual thoughts, but those were just par for the course. Every man fantasizes about undressing his female best friend, reaching his hand around your waist to pull you closer, pressing rough kisses into your neck, across your chest, down your stomach, until he reaches your...right?

Okay, maybe not so normal.

But he can’t hide his feelings one night about two weeks after the near-accident when you call to cancel on movie night.

“Sorry, Eds. Can we reschedule for tomorrow?” you apologize as you apply mascara to your lower lashes.

“Everything okay?” he asks, tucking the phone under his ear as he flicks on his lighter and smokes a cigarette. It’s a bad habit, and he’s trying to quit, but when something upsets him, it’s his go-to vice.

“Yeah. I have a date tonight,” you confess. It’s with the barista at the coffee shop you frequent. The guy isn’t really your type; a bit too sure of himself and too flirtatious with everyone, but you’re desperate for anything to get you over this silly little crush on Eddie.

“Oh.” There’s disappointment in his voice. “Yeah, okay. Have fun, but not too much fun,” he tries to tease but can’t manage to get the joke across.

“Don’t be too sad. I know it was your night to pick the movie, but you can pick it two weeks in row,” you offer.

“Do you need a ride?” he asks, thinking that maybe he can talk you out of the date if he can talk to you beforehand. He just needs to figure out what to say.

“Nah, I’m good. He’s gonna pick me up at my house,” you reply while trying to figure out what to wear. “Purple shirt or yellow shirt?”

“Huh?”

“Should I wear a purple shirt or a yellow shirt?” you repeat to clarify.

You look good in either, but the yellow really makes your eyes sparkle, Eddie wants to say, but only says, “uh, yellow.”

“Thanks!” you chirp. “Okay, gotta finish getting ready. You’re the best, Eds. I appreciate you understanding.”

He understands, all right. He understands that he needs to get you off of his mind before he drives over to your place and tells you how he really feels.

He grabs a single beer from the kitchen, then doubles back and takes out the whole six-pack. It’s your favorite, he’d bought it just for movie night tonight, but now he’s just going to drink them all himself. Fuck it.

The phone wakes him the next morning, a bleating sound in his throbbing head. “H-hello?” he grumbles, wiping the sleep from his eyes.

“Did I wake you?” he perks up slightly at the sound of your voice, grimacing as his joints crack. “It’s almost noon. What are you, 16?”

“If I was 16, I would have a killer hangover from just a six-pack,” he says without thinking.

“You drank a whole six-pack? By yourself?” you hiss. “Is this what happens when I’m not around to babysit you?”

“Guess so.”

“Well, I was hoping we could make our Saturday evening movie night into a Sunday afternoon movie day?” you ask hopefully. “I can bring some greasy food for that hangover, you old man.”

Eddie wants nothing more than to snuggle with you on the couch, eating fries and watching movies half-asleep. But he can’t allow himself that luxury anymore. You’re going to be someone else’s, if you aren’t already.

“Nah, I just wanna sleep off this hangover,” he replies finally. You feel the disappointment sink into your stomach. “I’ll talk to you soon.” There’s a soft click and the line goes dead.

“Ookay,” you say to no one in particular. Eddie had never hid from you when he was hungover; in fact, he was usually the one calling you to bring him aspirin because he never kept any at his place. You try not to overthink it, but there was definitely something weird going on with Eddie.

You’d been looking forward to your Thursday shift so that you could talk to Eddie about what had happened earlier that week, but he never showed. You called your home voicemail from the library phone, but the automated response announced “zero new messages.”

You’d take the bus here like you usually did, but you really didn’t feel comfortable waiting at the bus stop alone at 9 PM. Luckily, your coworker offered you a ride home.

“You live on Archer Street, right?” she asks as she exits the parking lot in her sedan.

“Yeah,” you respond softly. “Actually, could you take me to Forest Hills Trailer Park?” When Wayne had moved into an apartment with a new girlfriend, he let Eddie continue to live in the trailer. “Already took over the whole damn place,” he’d gruffly said.

Your co-worker arches her eyebrow. “That where your boyfriend lives?”

“He’s just a friend.” Maybe he wasn’t even that anymore.

She laughs, eyes crinkling at the corners, like you’d just told a hilarious joke. “Whatever you say.”

You bang on the trailer door loud enough to wake the dead. You’re sure that Eddie’s neighbors don’t appreciate it, and one even shouts shut the fuck up out his window, but you couldn’t care less.

“Eddie Munson, you’d better have a really good excuse for bailing on me tonight!” you call out angrily, still pounding on the door. A light goes out in his bedroom. “I saw that!”

The door flies open. Eddie’s standing there in plaid pajama pants and an old Corroded Coffin t-shirt.

“Eddie, what the fuck?” You push your way into the trailer, not eager to annoy any other neighbors. “You didn’t pick me up from work! I had to bum a ride like an asshole.”

“Sorry,” he shrugs, but he certainly doesn’t seem it. “Figured your new boyfriend would be there.”

“Why does everyone keep assuming I have a boyfriend?” you hiss to yourself.

“Because of that date you went on? When you ditched me?” Eddie remarks snidely.

“At least I called to let you know I wouldn’t be there!” you retort. “And that guy isn’t my boyfriend. The date sucked, he was insufferable, and I would’ve told you all this if you picked me up from work!”

“Maybe you can get a car then.” He crosses his arms over his chest, refusing to make eye contact with you.

“Oh, great idea,” you roll your eyes, voice dripping with sarcasm. “I’ll just have my rich parents buy me that new Benz I’ve been wanting.”

“Sounds good to me.” Eddie opens the trailer door and waits for you to leave.

“Y’know what? Fuck you,” you spit venomously. “I miss one movie night and this is how you treat me? Like you haven’t missed any for one of your shows, or to pick up an extra shift?”

“‘S not the same,” he mutters. “I didn’t do it for someone else.”

You laugh. “So I’m never supposed to meet anyone? Just you and me watching movies, never going on dates or getting married or having kids?” You take a deep breath. “Or do you get to do that, while I just sit around at your beck and call?”

Eddie sighs. “You done?”

“Yeah, sure. Here’s a parting gift,” you flip him the bird and start to leave, but he grabs your wrist and pulls you back.

“You’re right,” he starts, shuffling his feet. “But if I’m being unfair, then you’re being oblivious.” He walks towards you, repositioning his hand so it’s holding yours. “Why do you think I got so upset that you missed movie night?”

“Because you’re a giant man baby?” you say meanly, trying to pull away.

“Maybe,” Eddie offers a small chuckle. “or maybe it’s because I didn’t want you going on a date with some other guy.”

Some other guy. Other. “You mean a guy that isn’t you,” you state flatly. “Except you won’t ask me on a date, so I’ll just say single forever then.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Did you want me to take you on a date?” He smiles, which you mistake for him laughing at you.

“Forget it. I thought we could have an actual adult conversation, but--silly me--I forgot that Eddie Munson doesn’t solve problems; only makes them and runs away.”

Eddie takes a deep breath, puffing out his cheeks. “Low blow there, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “Makin’ it real hard for me to ask you out.”

“Don’t do me any favors,” you shoot back. “And don’t call me sweetheart. I’m not your fuckin’ sweetheart.”

He clicks his tongue behind his teeth. “Favors, huh? You think me asking you out is a favor? Let me tell you, then, why this isn’t me doing you a favor,” he growls. “Y’see, I’ve been wanting to be with you for a long time. Be with you in every sense of the word.” His eyes assess you hungrily.

“Never allowed myself to do anything past imagining because I didn’t think you felt the same way. But I also couldn’t picture you being with someone else, so when you were, my brain, like, imploded.”

You chew your bottom lip nervously. “So, what did you imagine?”

“Heh. Well, I imagined taking you to that Italian restaurant you keep talking about, drinking some wine, you wearing lookin’ stunning as always.” He’s uncomfortable talking about his feelings, you can see that, but you’re not letting him off easy. Not after he left you stranded at work.

“And then I’d drive you home, walk you to your door, maybe hold your hand or somethin’,” he mutters, pink flooding his cheeks, “and then give you a kiss good night.”

You offer a small smile. “Am I supposed to believe that your fantasies end with a little good-night kiss?” you tease gently, flirtatiously, leaning in closer to him. The scent of cigarette smoke clings to his body, and you realize he was probably chain smoking from the stress.

“You really wanna know?”

You nod. “You could tell me, or...” you swallow, “you could show me.”

With that, Eddie hoists you up, kicking the trailer door shut with his foot. He’s kissing you passionately, your tongues intertwining. His hands squeeze your ass as you work yours through his hair. He moans into your mouth and places you on the counter. He stations himself between your legs, pressing himself against your crotch.

After another long kiss, he pulls away, much to your chagrin. “Did I get my point across?”

You shake your head. “I’m still unsure about your intentions. Need you to be more upfront.” Gathering all your courage, you lift your shirt above your head, exposing your lacy pink bra. “Like that.”

“Holy shit,” Eddie breathes. “Okay. Okay, now I’ll--” he fumbles a bit but removes his own shirt. You take your finger and trace his happy trail to where his boxers peek out above his jeans.

“My turn.” You start to unclasp your bra when he stops you.

“Please, let me,” he begs, eyes widening. “Please.” He reaches behind you to take it off, and you shiver at the intimacy. Your bra drops to the ground and he immediately takes one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking on it and groaning your name. You throw your head back, nearly smacking it on a cupboard.

“Eds,” you whimper, “can we go to your room?” You scoot down off the counter but he doesn’t let your feet touch the ground.

“Wanna hold you.” He feels like he has to remind himself to breathe, because every thought in his head is just you. He carries you to his bed, laying you down and climbing over so he’s straddling you.

“God, I could just stare at your tits forever,” he says finally. “Thought about ‘em so many times, sweetheart.” His head snaps up. “Wait, can I call you that now?”

You giggle. “Yes, Eddie. You can call me whatever you want, as long as you keep touching me.”

“Good.” He’s relieved; he loves his little pet names for you. He grabs your hips to lift them, unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them down your legs. Your panties are nothing fancy, just a pair of white cotton bikini underwear, but he takes in the sight like you’re a work of art. To him, you are.

Eddie is so stiff, his erection pressing into your thigh. It hurts you, so you know it must be killing him. You loosen his pajama strings and he visibly relaxes from the relief. He can’t get his pants off fast enough, nearly falling off the bed trying.

“We have all night,” you murmur into his neck, kissing and sucking and biting, leaving behind a tiny trail of red bruises as evidence of your presence.

“I’m in no rush, baby. Just wanna touch you all over. Dunno where to start,” he says sheepishly. It’s both sexy and sweet how overwhelmed he is.

“How about you start here,” you suggest mischievously, pressing his hand to you clothed pussy, “and I’ll start here.” You spit into your palm and take his cock out of his pale blue boxers, and he groans.

“O-Okay,” he stutters, falling over his words as he tries to concentrate on rubbing your clit while you pump him. “S’wet for me, Y/N. Barely even touched you.”

“That’s what you do to me,” you whine as he moves his thumb in circles. A bead of precum forms at the top of his dick, and you sit up to lick it off, sending a jolt of electricity through his body.

“C-Can’t tease me like th-that.”

You shrug. “Fine. Won’t touch you at all, then.” You lay back down as he pouts. “We’ll see who caves first.”

Refusing to back down from a challenge, Eddie physically rips your panties down the middle. You don’t even have time to be shocked before he’s plunging his tongue into you.

“Taste even better than in my fantasies,” he moans into you, and you immediately lose your own bet, grabbing a fistful of his hair as he eats you out.

“Eddie,” you buck your hips into him, allowing his tongue to enter you further, “gonna cum,” you choke out before climaxing on his face.

He licks a stripe over your soaked hole and looks over at you, then his nightstand. “Grab a condom,” he instructs you, then, with a sneer, “or did you go on the pill for your little date?”

“N-no. Just want you, Eddie.” You hand him a foil packet as he tears it open and rolls it over his length.

“All for me, huh?” He pushes himself halfway, eyes meeting yours to ensure you’re comfortable. When you give him a nod and a whimper, he slowly thrusts inside you. The heat of pleasure washes over you, spreading through your tummy.

You need him deeper, so you wrap your legs around his neck. “Holy fuckin’ shit,” he exhales. “Baby, you’re gonna make me cum right now, I swear. Fuck.”

“Do it,” you urge him, half-daring and half-begging. You want to make him feel good, better than anyone’s ever made him feel.

He pumps harder and harder, hitting your g-spot each time until another orgasm courses through your body. You tighten around his cock and he knows his own release is imminent.

“This is all for you, Y/N. All for you, baby girl,” he punctuates it with a final thrust before cumming, hard.

You lay on his bed, panting. Between the intensity of the orgasm and the person who gave it to you, you’re barely able to catch your breath.

Eddie’s low voice snaps you out of your stupor. “So, uh, we just did that.” He rubs the back of his neck and looks at you with his doe eyes.

“Yeah, we sure did,” you confirm awkwardly. Where did this leave you? Your friendship? Did you just shake hands and part ways? Act like nothing happened?

“I’m not gonna lie,” he starts slowly, “I’m glad we did. But, um, I wanted to wait until after our date. Didn’t want you to think this was just a hook-up or anything.”

Your ears burn, feeling like he could read your thoughts. “You’re really gonna take me out on a date?” It comes out with a little squeal, but you’re too fucked out to care.

Eddie laughs a kind, sweet laugh. “Of course. Want you to be my girl. I don’t want to do life without you, sweetheart.”

“Tell me the time and place, and I’ll be there. But first,” you say, rolling over to stand up, “I owe you a movie night.”

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seat-safety-switch · 2 months

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It's super rad that there's a car on the moon. Those astronauts left it up there for the next guy, mostly because the tow truck bill would've killed them. Of course, you can't drive it, but you also can't drive most of my cars, and they're on Good Old Mother Earth.

In a lot of ways, this plan was brilliant for NASA. People might hit the snooze button when they hear about exploring new worlds, but a new kind of car? Holy shit. News is gonna be wall to wall "space car" stories and op-eds.

That's why I was so surprised to hear that NASA isn't making a new kind of space car for the return to the moon. They're gonna leave it to Toyota, presumably because we surrendered to their automotive industry decades ago and are just unwilling to admit it. Cowardice. Defeatism isn't their style, or at least it wasn't until they put these milksop bean-counters in charge of the program. Put my ass in charge of NASA, and I promise you that you will receive only the most ridiculous lunar rovers the universe has ever seen.

Astronauts deserve to travel in luxury. If, for some made-up reason of "mission performance" or "launch weight limits," they can't have luxury, they should at least have style. And if they can't have style, they should at least have an iron-block Mopar Slant Six residing inside an all-titanium, precision-laser-cut replica of a 1981 Dodge St. Regis.

What's that? There's no air on the moon? That's okay, because a teeny-tiny nuclear reactor built into the oil pan (there's definitely enough room) will give them all the pep in their step they will ever need or want. Someone else can work on the brakes, do I have to do everything around here?

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SE LA ARRANCA A MORDIDAS | mystery of Amado's anonymous lady-hustlers, solved

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Holy father who art in heaven, do I have some fucking cracked ass head-canon nonsense for us to👏🏽 day👏🏽 …………….. let’s get to it shall we??

so idk if anyone anyone being the largely nonexistent narcos fandom aka the void Im speaking into remembers that one scene from Narcos in S3 where sleazy!OG!Amado told that one story about those sex workers who robbed him blind, mid-mamadita?

anyone ..... no?

dwdwdw that's okay bc I brought some visual aids to assist in our collective remembrance of this glorious occasion

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The scene starts like this: 👇

Okay, yeah, right? legendary? legendary. just truly legendary behavior skfjskj on all fronts. but the identities of these social justice warriors— no wait activists— no wait, crusad— er no, patriarchy demolishers? iconic crimies with a penchant for for mid-fellatic felonies like armed robbery have been completely anonymous thus far.

…………… until now.

Bc as always, Narcoverse papis Doug Miro, Andrés Baiz, and Carlo Bernard, never fail to fill in the blanks except when they do cause Griselda left a lot to be desired and this is arguably the best ep of the show which, yeah. it’s never ideal when the best ep of a 6ep limited series is the 2nd one si me entiendes😬😬😬 but we digress because im 99.99999999999999% sure if these two sex workers from Griselda aren’t also the two legends who hustled Amado’s dick money out his pants pockets without having to fire so much as a single shot, I’m fairly certain they’re at least inspired by and carrying the torch aka bottling and distilling that Big Dick Energy to perfection of those brave women.

What gave me this idea? So glad you asked dear reader you didn’t but we’ll just pretend you did cause this my haus KEKW…. No like even I rolled my eyes at my own self for that but i couldn’t refrain either.

It all happened when I was nursing my new obsession with a one, Mr. Darío Sepúlveda a name I would most certainly believe to be fucking fake were he not an irl human bean.

👇👇 THIS slice of sweet, cherry pie right tf here

And I stumbled upon this one specific part, where the look on this chick’s face is SO FUCKINGKDHDHDGWVE SIMILAR to Amado’s face, when he’s explaining 👇👇👇👇👇👇👇how the burgling commences when the gurgling is interrupted by with an uncomfortable silence, as this chick proceeds to, hog still in mouth, cease any and all throat activity and fuckingskdfjskl just stare. up. at. him.

all 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

Like tell me homegirl’s face here👇👇 👇👇 doesn’t look just like it????????????

YOU CANTSJSHSJSHWUS YOU cANT. EVIDENCE IS IRREFUTABLE.

Anyway. Movingright along.

So, if aforementioned homegirl is the 🙇🏻‍♀️ from la historia del grande señor de los cielos, then that makes this ☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️ ... homegirl’s accomplice

with the👇👇sidearm

and like the general only slightly subtle "I eat dicks like urs for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and a midnight snack" vibes that this duo is serving throughout but esp below bc never will I ever not refer to a fuckboy as mancito from now until I'm in my grave alsdkjfa like MANCITO. THE WAY SHE SAYS IT WITH SUCH ALSKDJFKS CONTEMPT, CAN YOU STAND IT????? makes it so clear in my mind's eye how they could 100000000000%% be the unnamed heroes thieves from Amado's little story

also full 180 just on the low but can we all moment of silence for this 👇👇 FUCKINGSDLDFJ LOOK ON DARIO'S FACE WHEN SHE CORRECTS HIM, "quien te dijo eso? ... un mancito?" LIKE HE FUCKIGNSLDFKJSLKJ KNOWS, HE KNOWS HE HAS ERRED ON THIS PATH, HE KNOWS HE CANNOT PASS GO, CANNOT COLLECT 200 DOLLARS AND HE HAS THE GOOD SENSE TO BE GRACIOUS ABOUT IT AND IMAS;DFLIJA;LWEJF;KAJWE;FAKJ; SFUCKINGS DFKLJSLDF JA;K CRYING, SCREAMING, THROWING UP, INCONSOLABLE. LIKE LOOK. AT THIS. OKAY, THAT A MAN, NO MANCITO

*smacks own face, jiggles head back and forth, takes deep breath* anyway.... back to the story

and this is where this prob super unhinged really solidifies bc let's join hands class and pledge alliegance to the most impressive and noteworthy alpha but in the most non-cringe way assertion of dominance I have ever fucking witnessed in all my days. Like, legit the next time i'm into a dude the way i say this like it's not an 'if' bc RIP to my love life lbr fuck all that playing coy, fuck all that flirting. We just gonna get right to the point bc imma climb all over his lap, purr in his face, and ask about his hobbies like it's the 1978 equivalent of a Hinge profile SKSKKSK

and the next time I am spurned I will absolutely grab his junk in a naked hahahaksdjfk grab for a proper leash power to gain the upper hand in the situation and shame any and all menfolk who claim to not like me bc I'm not their 'type.' which like sksjsjsjs admittedly poor Dario just said that as a pretense to get the chisme from the chick who hates Grislenda bc the look of unconcealed regret on his face when Mistress Mamma Crotch Snatcher Morton gets up seems like a good indicator he would've paid to play with his balls

BUT LIKE SIDE BY SIDE WITH AMADO GETTING TO THE metaphorical CLIMAX bc I sincerely doubt they let him bust, mid-robbery OF HIS STORY, CAN WE NOT SEE HOW CLEARLY THESE TWO WOMEN WERE THE ONES WHO JACKED AMADO OFF– NO WAIT THEY DECIDEDLY DID NOT DO THAT ALL OF AMADO’S SHIT, LIKE CAUGHT PAPI WITH HIS ACTUAL PANTS DOWN SKSJSB

and lest any of us were convinced that Lady "Hijueputa Mandona Esa" who hates Griselda wasn't the one holding the gun on Toque, telling Amado she's gonna have her friend chew clear through his disco stick like some froot by the foot, please refer to exhibit B here ☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️where she's manspreading for jesus in these fucking hot pants. I mean try to tell me that ain't power. c'mon

AND THEN THE WAY SHE FUCKINGSLDFKJSL HUSTLES DARIO FOR EXTRA CASH, ALL "you gotta pay me more than that pittance bc yeah, she were a mouthy bitch but I didn't hate her that bad" ensuring he had no choice but to leave a tip, just like our pobre mujeriego, himbo extraordinaire, Sleazy!OG!Amado

And if this isn't the most iconic reminder to tip your servers, folks which everyone should be doing already I truly don't know what is.

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taglist: @ashlingnarcos @tofuwildcard @narcolini @drabbles-mc

#narcos #griselda #amado carrillo fuentes #dario sepulveda #pacho herrera #two unnamed FUCKIN HEROES #griselda netflix #narcos netflix #netflix narcos #no forreal I tried to IMDb the names of their characters #and neither of them have ACTUAL NAMES #the flagrant disrespect #ain’t no justice for these flop house warriors I mean #respect your sex workers guys #griselda blanco #original gifs #my gifs

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Congratulations on hitting 4K!

May I please request:

#PL1

Rooster, Smut - “Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”

Thank you so much!

Warnings: Mentions of possible breast cancer. No actual smut ahead. Roommate reader x Bradley Bradshaw ***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~**

You were supposed to meet Rooster at the Hard Deck after your appointment, but when you actually finished with the tests you had to get done–the shower back at your shared apartment seemed like a better place to break down than in the middle of the Hard Deck that would surely be teaming with Naval Aviators.

“Y/n?” Bradley began to grow increasingly more impatient as he got no response from you. “Y/n, come on, open the door?” He groaned as he tried turning the handle. He knew it wouldn't work, that it wouldn't open the door that separated him from his housemate, colleague, friend and above all the love of his life. “You've been in there for over an hour, open the door?”

Rooster could do all the knocking and all the begging he wanted but you were in too deep in the shower you were enjoying. Or just using it as a coping mechanism to ward off the impending doom you felt had been cast over you ever since you took those stupid tests. Whatever way you wanted to look at the situation unfolding–you still weren't going to unlock the bathroom door and allow Rooster to come on in and assert his unwanted opinion on the matter.

“Cover up, I'm coming in!” Bradley announced as he picked the lock on the bathroom door, giving you approximately three point five seconds to do literally nothing as you stood in the shower under the stream of hot water and drank your version of a Gin Sour from one of your fancy cocktail glasses. To Bradleys surprise when he finally made his way into the bathroom you’d been in for the better half of probably an hour and a half, you had not done what he’d asked and covered up. “Holy shit–” He sighed as he brought a hand up to cover his eyes as they threatened to trail higher than up your very naked, very wet legs. “What the hell are you doing in here? Our fucking water bill is gonna be insane!”

“I'm basking in the glory of my imminent death Bradshaw–” You mumbled as you took another sip of your cocktail. “Doctor Rodriguez told me to enjoy the little things, so here I am, enjoying what was a perfectly good shower until you started banging on the door.”

“What do you mean imminent death Clov, I thought you were just going for a check up this afternoon?” Bradley questioned as he turned away to lean on the shower door, facing away from you so he could uncover his eyes from the palm of his hands. “You never showed at the Hard Deck and weren’t returning my calls so I came straight home–spill.” Bradley pressed. “What gives with the crazy ass water usage.” You took another sip of your drink and thought about if you really wanted to go into heavy detail with Rooster about your health, or the possibility of your not so good health. He was only your housemate. Your colleague, there was no commitment to care. He didn't owe you anything–but something in the way he so desperately needed to be in the same bathroom as you made you think he cared enough to want to know the truth.

“You really wanna know?”

“Absolutely–'' There was no hesitation in Rooster's voice, no regret in his tone or fear that you'd drown on for hours and hours. He just wanted to know if you were okay, if you were alright. Because unbeknownst to you, you were the love of Bradley Bradshaw's life. “Spill the beans Clover.” So that's exactly what you did as you placed your cocktail down on the little rack and reached out for your shampoo bottle.

“I didn't just go in for a random check up–” Bradley could gather that much himself but you thought it may have been a good place to start. “I actually went to get a test done, with the oncologist that diagnosed my mum a few years ago.” Bradley also knew that much like himself, you had lost your mother too, but much more recently than he lost his.

“Cancer?”

“Brca.” You replied and Bradley remained silent as he turned slightly to watch your sudsy hair fall down your exposed back. He didn't dare look down to where your ass began to swell. “It's a gene, I went to find out if I inherited a genetic mutation from my mum that means I'm probably gonna die of breast cancer.” You scoffed. “Little gene might even throw in ovarian cancer, free or charge just to make sure I'm good and dead.”

“And?”

“I don't find out the results for a couple of days but I'm preparing myself for the worst, hoping for the best.”

“I'm sorry–” All Bradley wanted to do in the moment was hold you, give you false hope and tell you everything was gonna be alright. He was pretty good at that.

“Yeah, it's a tough break for me right.” You paused as you turned around, not caring enough about the fact you were standing before Bradley Bradshaw fully exposed with just the glass shower screen between you. “But you wanna know the real pisser though?” You asked as Bradley just stared at you like he was trying to process everything you were telling him. “There are two variations of the gene—if I have one, then eventually having children will reduce my chances of getting cancer, but if I have the other? Then well—it’s uh, it increases my chances.”

There was no hiding the tears that had fallen freely down your cheeks as you washed the shampoo from your hair. As you closed your eyes and focused on the stream, Braldey started removing articles of clothing. His signature throw over hawaiian shirt, his actual T-shirt, jeans, boxer briefs and slowly opened the shower door.

“My sister Casey got tested a few years ago, she has the ‘baby good’ kinda death gene, so she got her buddy Andre to knock her up pretty quickly.” It was then when you opened your eyes after rubbing away the tears that you saw Rooster now standing in the shower with you. Chest to chest, you didn’t dare look down. “My other sister Lauren, daddy’s little girl—is of course, clean as driven snow.

“You’ve never been tested before?” Bradley asked as he stepped a little closer, you handn’t asked what he was doing or told him to get the fuck out so he took it as his sign to persue on. Deciding to reach out and push some of the wet strands of your hair behind your ear before he settled in to cup your cheek.

“Fuck no—why would I wanna know if I was gonna live or die?” You smiled softly and Rooster did the same, you couldn’t help but to look down at his chest, to his torso and quickly at his manscaped pubic hair. Fuck.

“Can the doctors do anything? If you uh, have the ‘baby bad’ kinda gene?” Bradley asked softly as he rubbed the pad of his thumb across your cheek to grab your attention. “Because if they can, then know I’m gonna be there by your side every step of the way.”

“Rooster, I don't need your sympathy.” You shook your head as Bradley brought his free hand up to cup your other cheek as he stepped you into the corner. “What are you doing?”

“It’s not sympathy, it’s just the truth.” Bradley was quick to establish the fact before he leaned in to kiss you softly and ever so deeply. You couldn’t help but to melt into his warmth, his touch. “And I’m doing what I should’ve done alone time ago before you had the chance to scare the fuck out of me.”

“Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.” You bit Bradley’s bottom lip softly as he pulled away to look at you. Look at you real hard because you were everything he wanted and he needed you to know that before you eventually found out what Brca gene you had.

“I’ve never seen so sure of something before in my life.”

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