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shxnigxmi · 6 months

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[𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓!𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄] [ᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

That one scene from El Dorado that’s popular on COD TikTok right now—

c/w: giving ghost the gawk gawk (not detailed or specified), vulgar language, price is a cheeky devil, ghost is actually a tease beneath all that brooding and sadness— idc argue with the wall

🔞 MINORS/FEM!ALIGNED DNI 🔞

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“Lieutenant!”

You gasped when you heard Price call for Ghost, the very same Ghost who’s covered in kiss marks courtesy of you, red and purple bruising spanning from his jaw to his neck and all the way down his chest and stomach. The very same Ghost who was kiss-drunk and delirious by your very loving and devoted attention. The very same Ghost who’s cock was all the way down your throat.

“Ghost!” Price called again, waltzing deeper into the armory. Fuck, you couldn’t get caught like this! Insubordination and fraternization were the start of a very long list of punishment awaiting you both if Price happened upon you two. I mean sure, you and Ghost had opted for the furthest and darkest back corner behind the wall of tactical vests, but still—

With another quiet gasp of surprise you pulled your mouth off his dick —much to his chagrin— and sat up quickly. He was quick to follow—

“The Captain!” You cried as you roughly pushed him back down to lying on the ground with a hand on his face. You felt only slightly bad about the impactful thud and loud pop in his back.

“Ow!” Ghost winced but sat up again, a cheeky grin on his face and eyes full of mirth that hung behind a cloud of lust within those rich brown irises.

“What’s the Cap gonna think if he finds you like this with me?” You panicked, of course you knew Price wouldn’t be the one to punish you both for this act of fraternization. And he wouldn’t really rat you out either.. maybe you were being a bit over dramatic but he could still dish out a harsh punishment if he felt like it was needed. And he was probably looking for Ghost because Ghost wasn’t supposed to be here with you right now. Especially not doing this— getting a quick blowjob from you in the back of the armory.

You narrowed your eyes as you clocked the arrogant and pleasured look on his stupidly handsome face.

“Lucky Ghost?”

“For the love of.. just, just— JUST—!”

You scrambled to get him into a decent enough state to stand before your Captain, pulling his mask back down, followed by his shirt to cover the marks on his skin, tugging up his boxers and jeans— harshly pulling up the zipper which he cried at when his junk was pinched at the expense of your rush.

When you heard Price getting closer you stood and pulled him up to his feet with a shocking amount of strength. Then, you were brushing his shirt and pants off and pushing him out of the dark corner— just as Price rounded the end of the corridor and spotted him.

“Ah, Simon.. there ya are.”

“Sir.”

Now, Price had known Simon for a long enough amount of time to notice the little things about him. And he was curious about the disheveled nature about him. It was well hidden to the untrained eye, and maybe to those not close enough to Simon to be able to pick out his tells. Like the way his jeans hadn’t been buttoned—

“You were due to the training fields at 1800 on the dot.”

“I apologize, I was looking for a few handhelds to teach those rookies a few things.”

“Hm.”

—Price decided not to comment on it.

Instead, he grinned. Then he was turning on his heels and making his way back the way he came. Simon watched him as he paced back down the corridor, then he subtly tensed when Price turned his head to look at him over his shoulder as he walked.

“Your button’s undone.”

Okay maybe he did want to comment on it and tease the Lieutenant just a little, the Sergeant too if his assumption on who was in Simon’s pants was correct. Simon flushed beneath his mask as he hurriedly rushed to button his pants back up, but his embarrassment was quickly doused and amusement filled it’s place at his Captain’s next words.

“And tell [Y/Name] he was meant to be on inventory with Gaz. And will now be doing it by himself as a consequence.”

“I’ll make sure he gets the message.”

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a/n: ghost is so husband 😮‍💨 just wanna kiss him! hold him tightly and love him forever! ❤️

#callofduty #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #captain john price #simon riley x male reader #ghost x male reader #cod x male reader #x male reader #male reader #male reader smut

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killuintense · 9 months

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uh, olá, vi que os pedidos estão abertos e gostaria de fazer um pedido, pode ser leon re2, pode ser nsfw ou cute (já que ele é cute) onde ele encontra o leitora na delegacia e ele se vê em uma necessidade de protegê-la em tudo

❝ see you, leon ❞

rookie!leon kennedy x fem!reader

Warning: first part, second part, final part / cont. smut

summary: Leon thought that his stay for work in Raccoon City would be boring and monotonous. But he didn't know that the Chief of Police had such a... interesting daughter.

content: 3.2k words, fluff, cute Leon, no Racoon City canon events, soft perv leon.

note: when i read your request i was excited because it was an idea that I had in mind for a while, and knowing that someone was interested encouraged me to write it! thank you for entrusting it to me, i'm sorry if it's too long. however, it will have one more part as i have in my plans. enjoy it, sweetheart ♡

Leon was often naive. But he could not help being a little clumsy sometimes; and that day he tried not to make it so obvious, as he walked behind the officer who was talking to him and indicating the different offices corresponding to each cadet.

That day he had arrived late, he didn't hear the alarm and of course; he had stayed late trying to reassure his ex-girlfriend who had insulted him in every possible way for being "a lying bastard" when he told her that he had chosen Racoon City as his work destination. According to the officers in charge of him in his police training, he had been practically the best performer, so they gave him the permission to choose any work assignment he wanted.

Why Racoon City? Well... ignoring the fact that he thought it was funny that it was named after such a "cute" (in his own words) animal, the amount of unsolved case news caught his attention.

There was only one problem: his girlfriend -now ex- to whom he had to give the terrible news and, as if that wasn't enough, run off to town because they were short-staffed, so he couldn't even fire her. It hurt, yes, but they had been three months together in which he had seen little or nothing except for those short vacations they spent together; it was almost a sigh in his opinion.

That's why he didn't count on the warmth in his chest he felt as he entered the main room, where all the cadets stood among the paperwork and calls, watching a young woman laughing along with one of the officers. "And this is where we usually spend most of our time" the officer in charge explained to him, gently reaching out his arms and looking sideways at him, denying with a chuckle "Kid, it's your first day, you're late and now you're distracted" he gently pats the blond and he seems to wake up from his silly slumber. He lost himself in the laughter of that girl a few months away, jokingly fighting with the other boy.

"I wish I could concentrate once in my life when I study here, Jake," you said to the officer next to you, who was jokingly reading the notes in your notebook. Leon laughed softly, he thought it was adorable how you stood on your tiptoes trying to reach your notebook, snorting at the failed attempt.

"And to top it off you get distracted by the boss's daughter" Jones laughs loudly, and Leon looks at him with a sheepish blush, freezing in place.

"Why would the officer's daughter be here? It's dangerous" he frowned and the officer laughed, he seemed to be making fun of him all the time; especially with that stupid nickname he gave him" 'rookie' he had said as soon as he welcomed him to Raccoon station.

"Well, the Chief would rather I spend time studying here than at home alone, I guess" he shrugged and pointed to the desk "You're in your lucky day, this is your workplace, rookie, here's your desk; and it's in front of Miss (y/n)" he meant you, who was now concentrating on her sheets and writing carefully.

Leon would be lying if he said he wasn't thanking God for putting the idea in his head to choose Raccoon City (apparently being guided by his parameters of "adorability" for an animal had served him well). He couldn't remember ever seeing someone so... cute, beautiful, with that unique harmony. It seemed that a force was pushing him to want to get closer to you; to want to protect you. And although that was his job, after all he chose that profession for a reason, he felt from a distance that it was not the same as with the others. That he would never be able to take care of you enough.

"Come, let's go say hello" the officer guided him, pushing him gently by the back to take him to the desk where you were, and after dodging a couple of tables, they arrived "(y/n)! Guess what? A new victim has arrived" he joked noisily, and soon Leon felt his legs trembling, he felt even there your scent and perfume invading him, and your presence hypnotizing him even worse now that he was closer.

You looked up, expecting to find someone Jake's age, who already had two children and was married, but your surprise was gigantic when a blond with eyes too beautiful to describe appeared in front of you. You had never seen him before; because if you had, you would have remembered him. Obviously you would have.

"Hey..." your words caught on your tongue and you laughed nervously, rising almost on impulse to reach out your hand "They were talking about you a lot here..." you tried to joke, afraid of looking like a fool but soon you felt your hearing being clouded by his soft laughter. Probably the most beautiful you had ever heard in your life.

"Leon Kennedy, a pleasure" he introduced himself, shaking your hand gently. Even in his touch you felt as if he didn't want to hurt you, as if he had used the slightest of strength to shake you in greeting "I hope they said nice things" he joked back.

"Hi, likewise the pleasure is mine" you softened your voice as you introduced yourself, and God, you felt the mockery in Officer Jones' gaze, since when were you such a form? If it had been anyone else a simple greeting would have been enough, but you felt you didn't want to take your presence away from him. "Well, you know how they are here, they didn't even deign to tell me your name, I really started to believe your name was 'rookie'" suddenly you noticed that his face turned as red as a tomato and his hands separated with some denial, you could even assure that he had noticed your doubt when doing so. For God's sake.

But before the embarrassment was too obvious Jones laughed outrageously again "Oh, Kennedy you look pathetic" he said and Leon frowned in confusion, making you bite your lip to hold back a giggle "I guess you will see each other often, the young lady studies here because her father is stubborn to accept that she is already a young college girl who can walk on her own" she denied and put her hands on her hips, while tapping the floor with her shoes.

"Oh, Jones, try to understand him. It's only my first year" you jokingly scold, sitting back down "Welcome Leon, I hope you feel comfortable in Raccoon City. It's really nice here."

'Oh, relax, I've seen enough of you to know that Raccoon City has the most beautiful view of all' thought Leon, feeling like a teenager again for having such cheesy thoughts. Cheesy and hormonal.

Soon they said their goodbyes, Jones hurrying the blond to go change into his uniform and start glancing at the paperwork waiting for him on his desk. Leon hadn't seen so much paperwork since the time he had to prepare for his final exam to graduate from high school.

However, he couldn't help visit your desk with his eyes whenever he could. Sometimes concentrating on the sheets, sometimes sighing because you didn't understand something, and sometimes talking to some officer who joked with you or asked you how things were going. Apparently they had known you since you were little, as he learned, since your father was well known in town for being the head of the department; and the affection was noticeable among the cadets, who made a point of wishing you luck in your exams before leaving for some job where they were required for days at a time. Leon felt jealous of them, they had had the joy of seeing you for years, days and days where they could share your presence. He really envied them.

Leon would love to say that the goofy feeling in his eyes when he saw you was only for a couple of days and then he could concentrate properly on his work. But that would be a lie. And every time they seemed to run into each other more and more at the station. Like that time Leon decided to make himself a coffee in the break area, he had been too deep in research at his desk and it wasn't just his butt that was starting to bother him.

"Fuck, they didn't train me to avoid back pain" he complained to himself, putting the water on the electric kettle at his side to heat up. He carefully placed the coffee in the mug he had been given as a gift when he became a policeman.

"Oh, you beat me" he heard a soft little voice and felt all his aches and pains go away. There you were again. "I wanted to put some water to drink some tea" you laughed, denying as you approached with a pink cup in your hands.

"I-I've put enough water in!" he almost sounded a bit rushed to say that, making you laugh on the way "It'll suffice for both of us" he soothed, noticing your look of compression at his words. Seriously Leon was like a silly puppy. You stood next to him and began to prepare the infusion "And.... is everything going well with your studies?" he asked, clearing his throat as he folded his arms and leaned gently against the marble table.

"Mhm... I could say yes" a smile played across your lips, but you soon sighed "But it's complicated, I thought Freud would talk about more things than just why you're a terrible person for being raised defectively by your parents" you joked, glancing sideways with a smile playfully. Leon looked like he couldn't hold back a laugh, throwing his head back.

"I understand you, I thought I'd be solving my first case by now but the truth is getting more tedious than I imagined" he spoke complicitly, looking at you as he smiled, he seemed as comfortable with your presence as you were with his stay. It felt good to have someone close to your age who seemed to understand you.

"In fact, you seem very focused, looking at papers and writing on your notebook or computer" you had practically admitted to watching him from the privacy of your desk but you couldn't help the comment, it was endearing how he frowned in despair when the dots didn't seem to match and he had to go back and reread everything one more time. As adorable as now that his ears were as red as the apple he was devouring in the morning (very cute too) and his hands were nervously playing with the zipper of the jacket with his officer's badge. It should be illegal, however ironic, to look that good in uniform.

"Oh! Look at the water" he laughed nervously once the sound of the heater alerted them that the water was already at its indicated point, turning it off. Nerves were on edge inside the blond as he held you close, having to watch you carefully for fear of something happening to you, missing some event in your life "Let me, I'll put it in, we don't want you to burn yourself..." a soft voice came from him, deep and careful as he poured the water carefully into the cup.

"Thank you, Leon" he almost staggered the water filled device in his hands, hearing his name said in your voice with that soft and cute yet sensual and determined tone that made his hairs twitch as a jolt of electricity melted through his body. You were so close, with your arms touching, making the size difference between the two of you more evident; even though Leon wasn't exaggeratedly tall, his body was thick and strong. You felt yourself going crazy as the seconds passed. "Hey... I made you something..." you seemed more shy now, without any hint of the confidence you had since you entered the room. You played with your fingers and before you wanted to think about it too much, you looked for something in your backpack that you left there along with the other people's things "Look, I don't know if you're a fan of sweets but I wanted to leave you this little detail" you let out a nervous giggle and handed her a little bag decorated with a blue bow that you had prepared the day before. They were heart-shaped chocolate and vanilla cookies. Now you felt it had been too much, but before you could apologize or excuse yourself for that detail, Leon was about to choke on his coffee.

"Are you serious?" his gaze lit up, he set the cup aside trying to compose himself (and not feel so foolish) as he took the cute little bag in his hands.

"Yeah, I didn't know if you liked chocolate or vanilla better so I made you both..." a shy tone came through again, you were trying to ignore how hot your cheeks were not knowing that Leon wanted to hug you and kiss them softly. You were completely unaware of the way the blond's heart was shrinking and he had the need to squeeze you until you were soaked with his love. It was too much to hold in his body.

"You're the best, I don't think I've tasted homemade cookies in years" Leon praised, not wanting to open the bag just to admire the way you had decorated it with that blue bow, ignoring now that you based your choice of color on his beautiful eyes.

"I'll take it into account to bring you more often" now you could speak with more composure, taking your cup and smiling at him before walking to the exit door "See you, Leon" you gently raised your hand to greet him, leaving the room as if you were a ghost.

"Yeah, see ya..." he murmured softly, resting the baggie gently against his chest in an attempt to frame that moment not only in his head, but in his heart as well.

From that moment on the little details became more common between the two of them. The greetings and little jokes in the morning when you passed by before going to college with your father, the little bags of candy or cookies that you would leave on Leon's desk with little notes of encouragement like 'you can do it', 'have a nice day' or 'Officer Kennedy sounds really good'. You were making it really hard for Leon to relieve those feelings for you and you, on your side, were feeling more and more that those looks and smiles you were sharing were too much for your heart. Especially because you noticed how uncomfortable Leon was, always tense when spoken to and afraid to say anything wrong. But with you he always seemed determined, at your side as if something was going to happen to you and he, always attentive, would drop everything and come to your rescue. Like the time when a man came like crazy to complain about an administrative problem and before even wanting to approach to help (as was common in his person), he preferred to stay in front of your desk, looking at the intruder with distrust and some reluctance.

Those little details made you fall for him more and more. It wasn't what he said or didn't say, what he gave you or didn't give you; it was that way of taking care of you and always keeping you in mind. Would he have a coffee? He always took care to leave water ready for you in the electric kettle, and if he had you by his side, he would serve you tea so that 'you wouldn't burn yourself by accident'. Did he have a job outside? Once he arrived at the station after hours out, he would come running to greet you if you were there, asking you if everything was going well, how your day had been. And if he noticed you were stressed, he'd throw out his silly jokes and support you and listen to whatever you needed. Fucking hell. He was too perfect to be real.

"Kennedy? That was your last name, right?" your father perched next to his desk after leaving his office, the blond stood up quickly and nodded stiffly, attentive to his commands.

"Dad! I told you I can go alone, for God's sake!" you groaned in embarrassment, tugging at his coat sleeve. You had been insisting all morning that someone bring you to the college since he would be busy; you hated it when he treated you like you were a silly teenager. And especially when he had to pester Leon to take you; you were sure he had more interesting things to do than escort his boss's 'spoiled' daughter to the university.

"I'm sorry, Leon, I really tried to get him to let me go alone..." the sorrow was in your voice, he had started the patrol car a few seconds ago and was driving very carefully, not before asking you to put on your seatbelt. As always, an angel.

"Hey, this is my job too" he smiled in an attempt to make you take it as something common for him. You knew it wasn't, but the way he treated you with care considering how you felt made your chest warm "Besides, it helps if I go out for some fresh air" he joked.

"Thanks...makes me feel less guilty" you sighed in relief and shook your head, looking sideways at him "Although, I'm sure it's not your job to drive girls to their places of study, is it?" you laughed now looking out the window.

"Well, even if my job from now on was to be your driver, believe me I'd gladly take it" he said it so matter-of-factly that you felt your legs swoon and you were thankful you were sitting down so that one didn't become embarrassing. You found it hard to believe that he wasn't being his usual shy self, but sometimes his words managed to surprise you. You even felt some disappointment when the patrol car stopped, since they had finally arrived at your university; even for the first time in your life you didn't feel that sense of disturbance at arriving in a police car and being seen by everyone. You wanted to stay there until they were forced to get off, you didn't want to get away from him.

"Thank you, Leon... really" you spoke with sincerity in your words, even when you saw him smile naturally and in the same way you leaned over and left a soft kiss on his cheek, opening the door before he could say anything "See you in the afternoon, take care" you went downstairs trying not to stumble and closed the door behind you, walking quickly. You didn't know if you were running away from what you just did, but you definitely didn't regret it.

Especially since you left a flushed and statuesque Leon with his hands still glued to the steering wheel. He hadn't expected that, he didn't even anticipate it but....

But it had been the best feeling of his whole fucking life.

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gildedkrone · 7 months

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KINKTOBER 2023 🔞

“Ale, you know that I can’t let you go right?”

The great commander shackled to the chair isn’t going anywhere and each of his futile struggles rings the shackles attached to his ankles and wrists.

“Valeria, puta, my men won’t let you get away with this.”

“Get away?” She scoffs and rests her hands on her thighs in a squat and raised his chin with a finger.

“Ale, Ale, you know that I already have everything I want. The missiles, they were so easy to get.”

She tuts lovingly; he knows it’s a façade even if he keeps falling for her disguises willingly if only for a taste of illicit thrill he’s come to miss in her absence. If the knowing look in her eyes are any indication, she plays off it to her best benefit as the thrill.

“I couldn’t have done this alone, pendejo. I’ve had …” She takes her time in spelling it out for him. “I’ve had some help, you see.”

She snorts when the poor man furrows his eyes and issues a command. Alejandro watches her soldier approach one of his men—you, his trusted side aide and strategic advisor and with a click, the cuffs around your wrists are unlocked.

Confusion is soon replaced with anger, bright hot and rushing to his temples when she tuts disapprovingly.

“The great Alejandro” —she mocks him—“making a rookie mistake. I expected better, especially from you of all people.”

At the moment, he wants nothing more than to be free of his restraints just so he could send a fist into your smug face lounging beside her while massaging your sore wrists. He trusted you to help him with his operations—the late nights spent working together to discuss and formulate strategy, only for him to trust the wrong person and put all of his men in danger.

The easy camaraderie fostered between the two of you turned out to be nothing but lies and deceit, and Alejandro has been foolish and wanting enough to have fallen into it. It is as Valeria says—he’s a man with a heart too kind for the world and eventually, eaten by the wolves.

Valeria hums appreciatively when she sees you in the uniform his men sported. Looking good, chinco lindo and you share a smile with her. Her shoulders are stressed and she would never admit sending you deep into enemy territory worried her; the El Sin Nombre isn’t one for theatrics and feelings.

Alejandro watches you whisper something into her ear as her eyes turn coy and she rests a hand on the table. She whispers something conspiratorially and cups your face when you sink to the floor before her. The rest of the men file out of the room and he is face to face with you and his ex-partner, fling—there are too many names.

“Valeria, what are you planning?”

She ignores him in favour on focusing on you. Your lips are parted and your tongue peeks out to send her a message—you want to eat her out. To taste her on your mouth and Valeria finds herself not objecting to it. Especially if she can dirty that uniform the Las Vaqueros men wore with pride.

Her clothes are easy work and you gently nudge her thighs apart. The scent is heavenly and when she smirks, you dive forward and burry your face into her clit. The first drag of your tongue against her sex sends shivers up her spine and she chides gently to slow down and savour the taste. Who could blame you, really? You missed her and Alejandro is front row to your show of dedication and loyalty to her.

The Los Vaqueros commander rattles his restraints when Valeria peppers in the occasional phrases of encouragement once meant for him. Your eyes are dimmed with pleasure as each movement of your tongue only seeks more of the sweet juices of her cunt and a hard suck earns you a tug of your hair to pull you off her sex.

She admires her work—you with your face coated in her pussy juices and a tongue darting out in occasion to lap up whatever was on your lips. It’s so sweet and after weeks without it, you are starved for more of her. The excess liquid runs off your chin to drip onto your uniform; all while you are obedient as a puppy and resting on your knees and awaiting her next command. She spots the tightness in your pants and rests her boot against your groin and the suggestion almost had you creaming your pants.

“What a good boy, unlike the one in the chair. Go on, fuck yourself on my boot.” She barely finishes her sentence and your hips surge to press against the surface. The tentpole in your pants only grows in size as your hips find purchase on her boots and eventually, it’s too tight for comfort and you whine in hopes she will be merciful.

Alejandro knows he should look away. It’s a sick and perverse display of pleasure meant to rile him up and try as he did, his eyes remained on you and the drunk expression on your face as noises of pleasure flew from your lips. Make no mistake, she is in charge here (as she always is). Much to his dismay, it is riling him up in an unintended way when he feels the organ between his legs stirring from dormancy.

Valeria, ever cunning, knows this too and rests her hand on your cheeks before her fingers plunge into your mouth. Your tongue coats them thoroughly and the most obscene of sounds, all wet and gushy, only makes Alejandro’s fight against his desires even harder.

“Take your dick out, chico.” You nod and your pants are unbuttoned with such eagerness, Valeria finds herself impressed. You breathe a sigh of relief when your dick is let out of its cotton prison and moan when it leaks with each movement. All while Alejandro is fighting a losing battle against the lust pooling in his groin.

“Ale, you don’t seem to be doing too well. Do you need a doctor?” He grits his teeth and you smirk when you see your former commander all stiff and squirmy as pleasure laced his muscles. You rut into her boots and she gives the command to speed up and you do just that. Each brush of the shoe against your sensitive cock is accompanied by sounds of restrained pleasure and she laughs sardonically.

“Does my good boy want to cum?” You nod desperately as you were so close but without permission from her, you are unworthy of spilling your seed all over her. Your nose—overwhelmed by the scent of her—when she pulls your head in rest at her sex and she sounds appreciative when you return to lapping and sucking at her folds.

She mutters something in Spanish and her legs cage your head in tight to keep your face, and your nose against her as a flood of sweet nectar coats you face before dripping off in strings onto your body and the floor. Your whines signals you are close and if only she would give you permission and finally, she whispers the magic words.

“Go on, cum your brains out, perrito.” With a final thrust and a choked gasp, the build-up of pleasure ends in a spectacular spray of cum over her boot and the floor as your runaway hips rut harder into her to prolong your orgasm. The spurts taper into small dribbles with each bobbing of your dick and she praises you again. Thank you, you mutter absentmindedly as the feelings of pleasure taper into something sated.

Alejandro’s fury turns into something ugly and green as she gently touches your face. She had done that for him a long time ago, before the cartel intervened and their relationship frayed and burned like matches. His mind taunts him with scenes of the past: nights of passion and longing between him and her, and now he pays the price with a body thrumming with unfulfilled desire while she uses another man for her pleasure.

“You like that, tonto? What a dirty man. Clean up your shit, bastard.” She has always been vocal about using men for their dicks, and nothing seems to have changed. Not that you mind of course since your body exists to be her toy to experiment and play with.

Like a good dog, you lick up your dirty emissions and she runs a hand through your hair. You are her best soldier, and she rewards loyalty and dedication. Your dick goes back into your pants and a few moments later, you are as proper as you can be with all traces of the coupling gone.

She instructs you to resume your duties and dismisses you. Before you leave, you catch an angry Alejandro staring daggers as the door closed behind you and he vanishes out of sight. A pity, the Vaqueros commander is pleasant sight for sore eyes, with his suave beard and rugged demeanour but against Valeria, he pales in her glory.

Hopefully she is merciful with the man. Knowing her, both his heads will be in for a hell of a time tonight and a muffled moan behind doors proves the intuition to be correct.

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scrollonso · 17 days

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First Kiss (Race 12)

A strollonso AU where 18 year old rookie Lance Stroll falls helplessly in love with the notoriously mean world champion. (2.3k words, no warnings) [@v3lnys @biancathecool] {NXJDXJWDJXDWJCFJWDC}

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Lance had practically begged his dad to book the same hotel as Renault, eager to be the first to wish the Spaniard a happy birthday.

"Nando"

"Lancito"

"Hi Nandooooo"

"Is everything alright, mi sol?"

"What room are you in?"

"532, why?"

":)"

"Ok, niño"

"Watch it el viejo"

Lance smiled, checking the time and seeing it was 23:47, he was practically jumping up and down he was so excited for the Spaniards birthday

As soon as he saw there was a few minutes until midnight he shoved his phone in his pocket a sped to the fifth floor, desperately searching for the room the world champion was in.

He felt jittery, hands shaking as he reached the door, knocking cautiously

"Si?" The Spaniard called out, confused when he got no response. He got up from his bed, heading to the door to unlock it and peek out, yawning as he did so "Who is i-"

"FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS" Lance shouted, barging into the mans room

"God, Lancito, I was so scared" Fernando sighed, smiling at the excited teenager in his hotel room "Thank you"

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AM I THE FIRST ONE TO SAY IT?" He grabbed the Spaniards shoulders, shaking him back and fourth until he got a response, a simple nod, his smile widened, practically all his teeth showing through his wide grin

"No ones every cared this much about my birthday, Lancito"

"I care!" He jumped up and down slightly, hair shaking all over the place as he spoke, feeling like he was going to explode "I don't have a present- I had no idea what to get you, seriously it was so hard i cried and gave up."

Fernando shook his head, laughing at the boys confession "Is okay, Lancito, this is enough" He reassured him, pulling him into another hug, eyelids heavy as he found himself leaning comfortably in the taller boys arms

"Sleepy?" Lance asked, cocking his head to the side "I already made sure I was the first so I can leave so you can sleep now"

Fernando hummed, laying his head in the crook of the boys neck, his tight grip on the Canadian saying more than enough

"Okay then, I'll stay if you love me that much"

He scoffed, sitting up to shoot Lance a glare "Yeah, yeah, maybe I do want you to go back now"

"Oh, come on!" He frowned, moving his hands together as if he was praying "I came alllll this way" He dragged out his words, knowing Fernando knew they were staying in the same hotel again, Lances room just a few floors away.

"Well, since you traveled this far..." He furrowed his brows, seeming deep in thought before he spoke again "Take your shoes off" Lance did then he was pulled onto the bed, Fernando still keeping a tight grip on the rookie as he pulled up the duvet

"Thank you, birthday boy" Lance muttered, being surrounded by the warmth of the other was quick to make him tired.

"You're welcome, mi sol" Fernando whispered, his fingers twirling the Canadians hair between his pointer and thumb, this was nice, nothing like the first time they'd fallen asleep together when Lance was drunk. They'd gotten closer, it wasn't weird for two coworkers to sleep like this together, it was just two guys as close as possible, ones head on the others chest, the other absentmindedly inhaling his scent as they drifted off to sleep, possibly the best start to a race week ever.

When Fernando woke up it took him a second to register what the weight on his chest was, smiling once he realized who it was.

He turned his head to the side, scanning the boys face as his chest rose and fell. Lps curved slightly with his hair a total mess, Fernando thought he looked gorgeous. He was finally coming to terms with it, Giancarlos' words resonating with him as he admitted to himself that he really did have feelings for the Racing Point driver.

Lance woke up shortly after, whining as he stretched, moving one hand to rub his eyes, the other trapped under Fernando. As his eyes opened he remembered where he was and what day it was "Happy birthday, Nando" He spoke, still slightly groggy.

"Thank you, Lancito" Fernando whispered a response, having to resist the urge to kiss the boys forehead, the position they were in was so intimate to the Spaniard, his heart rate quickening, Lance closing his eyes as he listened.

Fernando had to wake up Lance again, realizing they only had 15 minutes to get dressed and to the paddock

"I'm fast, Nando, jus lemme sleep more" He mumbled, wrapping his arms tighter around the Spaniard

"No, Lancito, we need to go" He hummed, sitting up with the boy "We are going to get in trouble if we don't hurry."

Somehow it worked and now they were walking onto the paddock together, Lance more energized than the last time he woke up late

"I'm so excited!" He smiled, wrapping his arm around Fernandos shoulders as they walked "Quali on your birthday, how do you feel?"

"Birthdays are cursed, Lancito, is no good being excited, always ends bad"

"Oh" Lance frowned, feeling bad for being so excited when Fernando was concerned about his performance

"But," He started, seeing how Lance's demeanor changed "All my other birthdays I didn't have my lucky charm" Fernando added, arm snaking around the Canadians waist, earning a smile out of him

Maybe Fernando was right, birthdays were cursed. Lance qualified 11th which was fine but when he heard Fernando qualified 7th he was shocked seeing as it was the worst he'd done all season.

As soon as he pulled back into the pits he headed to the Renault garage, the engineers now used to his presence.

"He's in his drivers room" One informed the boy, pointing him to the back of the garage "I'm sure he wouldn't mind you going back there

Lance nodded, shooting him a quick thank you as he made his way to the room, knocking on the door with his middle finger "Nando?"

The door opened seconds later, a weak smile on Fernandos face as he saw the rookie

"Hola, Nando"

"Lancito, Hola, do you see what I meant now?" He laughed, stepping back to invite the driver in pink into the room

"I do, I'm sorry, Nando" He frowned, hoping Fernando wasn't going to let this ruin his day

"Is okay, Lancito, sick of thinking about it" Fernando hummed, grabbing his phone from the couch behind him and turning back to Lance "Hungry?"

"Yeah, lemme treat you, Nando" He said, grabbing the Spaniards hand and pulling him out of the room, engineers trying not to stare at the smiley pair

Lance and Nico got to the paddock together, Nico talking about all the things he was gonna force Lance to do with him after the race since they were in Germany

"Then after the castle we could go to the Marienplatz and then-"

"You know theres only 24 hours in a day, right Nico?"

"I'll make it work" He rolled his eyes, patting Lance on the back "Just don't spend all afternoon with your boyfriend"

"Boyfriend?' Lance echoed, almost laughing at the word

"Fernando, it's kinda obvious, Bubu"

"I'm not gay, Nico."

"You aren't?"

"I'm not"

"We'll see about that"

Lance laughed, figuring Nico was joking but the German was dead serious, he knew a gay guy when he saw one (his twink gaydar is very strong) {because he is one}

Lance grabbed his phone quickly, sending Fernando a good luck message before hopping in his car, having not had any time before the race. He pulled onto the grid and found his spot, fingers drumming on his steeringwheel as he waited for the lights to go off, cars finally flying through the track.

They did a formation lap, settling back into their spots now that they'd had a chance to warm the tyres, lights ahead turning on one by one before shutting off, Lance pressing hard on the throttle as he shot forward.

On lap 59 he was in 7th place, Barrichello not far ahead of him. He was confident he could catch up to him if he pushed harder so he did, pushing through turn 8 until his wheel rim failed, sending the rookie spinning through the track and into the grass.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" He repeated, holding his helmet in his hands as he groaned

"Are you okay, Lance?" Brad asked, waiting patiently for the Canadians response. All he got was a mhm as the boy left the car, slipping his helmet off as the others finished the last 8 laps of the race.

He found his way back to the garage and back to Nico, who had retired before the race had even started after he spun and crashed into the barriers in the warm up lap.

"Some race, huh, Bubu?"

"Yeah, buncha cars on the track" He said sarcastically as only 12 had managed to finish, Fernando ending up in 5th.

"Fernado, Fernando Alonso! How do you feel about another P5 finish?!" He was asked, being bombarded with microphones as he walked

"I do not mind, am too far in the lead of the championship to be worried."

"Do you feel like your friendship with rookie Lance Stroll is contributing to your bad luck recently?"

"What kind of fucking question is that?" He scoffed, tone changing drastically in a matter of seconds

"Is that a yes?"

"Fuck off" He shook his head, not believing what the journalist was suggesting as he sped off, muttering coño under his breath as he did so

Lance and the world champion ended up sitting to the side of the garages, Lance kicking his feet as he sat on top of a bunch of plastic boxes, Fernando standing in front of him

"I could've finished right behind you, y'know"

"I do, I was asking about you as we raced, I made my engineer update me every time you overtook someone"

"Are you that obsessed with me?"

"I am" Fernando admitted, Lance laughing at yet another dead serious comment.

Once they ran out of things to talk about fron todays race they changed the topic, talking more about themselves.

"Y'know some pinche pendejo asked if you were bringing me bad luck?"

"Do you not feel like i am?"

"Of course not, you are my good luck charm, just had a bad week, is all"

Lance smiled, nodding as Fernando spoke "Good, I don't think I could give you up because of a little bad luck

"I'd rather lose races than lose you, mi sol" Fernando laughed, leaning on the wall behind him

"You're too sweet, Nando, I'm blushing" He turned away, waving his hand at the Spaniard

They kept talking, unsure how the conversation took a turn to romance

"Have you ever kissed someone, Lancito?"

Lance cringed at the question, wondering if his lack of experience was evident

"I'll take that as a no"

"I'm not sure what you mean, I've kissed so many girls" He said sarcastically, resituating himself on the stack he was using as a seat

"No boys?"

"No one" Lance laughed, looking back at Fernando before continuing "I have no idea how to kiss, all I know is how to race"

"I could teach you" Fernando spoke, the atmosphere changing drastically at the four words, Lance unable to hide the pink flush of his cheeks

"You want to kiss me?"

"If you'd let me."

"Why do you want to kiss me?" His brows furrowed, leaning back slightly as he awaited a response

"You didn't give me a birthday present, you aren't in any position to deny me of this" He frowned jokingly, not expecting Lance to nod and lean forward

"Then kiss me before i change my mind" And with that Fernandos lips were on his, hands on either side of the boys face as he followed along, copying whatever the shorter man was doing

As the kiss continued he moved his hands down his sides, squeezing as he reached the boys waist, pulling their cores together as he listened to Lance's heavy breathing, smile on his face as soon as their lips parted

"I didn't realize how hard it would be to breathe" Lance laughed, covering his face in order to hide how red he was.

"It'll get easier with practice, niño"

Lance moved his hands, pushing Fernando softly as he heard the word "You can't call me that after you just kissed me, weirdo!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't joke anymore, mi sol." The Spaniard laughed, hands settling back on his hips as he moved closer "You're good at kissing for someone who's never done it before"

"I was just copying you" He muttered, nervous with how close their faces were, his eyes being the ones to linger to the mans lips this time

"If you want to kiss me again you can" Fernando whispered, smiling at the immediate feeling of the Canadians lips on his. It was nice, this, the reality of Fernando being the first to be close to him like this, the first lips to ever be on his.

They stayed there for a while, a flustered Lance refusing to look Fernando in the eyes until they headed back to their hotel.

Fernando kissed the corner of the boys mouth in the elevator before they parted ways, both going back to their seperate hotel rooms, Fernando practically exploding with excitement on his way back as Lance's mind began to fill with guilt, his beliefs turning such a sweet moment bitter now that he was left alone with them.

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actuallyastingray · 3 months

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I've fallen into, and in love, with the Supa Strikas fandom, so I decided to add this to the growing collection of posts. This is just my personal takes on the team after a few seasons. Might do more of these but IDK.

What I expected: FIFA 25

What I got: Family of adopted, dysfunctional man children and their Soccer Mom go on extended business trips all while dealing with the neighbors from hell.

Coach: Level 100 Soccer Mom just waiting to unleash his inner Karen. Probably encourages his kids to pick fights with old man Vince next door.

Dancing Rasta: 'Dad'cing Rasta indeed. Has to keep reminding mom Coach to take the kids team out for ice cream after they win a match. Someone needs to get this guy a 'Licensed to Grill' apron.

El Matador: Every cartoon has that same obnoxious, narcissistic, drama queen stereotype that never fails to get on my nerves. But not this one. This particular obnoxious, narcissistic, drama queen? This one is special.

Twisting Tiger: Chaotic middle child vibes. The writers missed a big opportunity to make him the SS resident troll.

Cool Joe: I'd make a joke about Cool Joe being "That Guy" who listens to Disney music while at work, but I'm pretty sure he actually has a workout track of Disney songs he brings to practice.

Big Bo: I saw this guy and immediately thought, "Oh wow, he must give AMAZING hugs"

Blok: Man of few words with amazing dance moves. Seriously, shame on the rest of the Strikas for hating on his music taste.

Klaus: Let's face it, we've all been Klaus at some point in our lives

North Shaw: Remember that one post about, "If you've been enemies for X long, you're no longer enemies, you're just gay but won't admit it"? That's North, except instead of kissing Liquido he's just gonna deck him.

Shakes: Shakes being Supa Strikas little brother is 100% of the reason to watch Rookie Season. I mean, it was painfully obvious before, but they don't even try to hide it.

#supa strikas #personal take #supablr

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putting-it-into-parc · 1 month

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soy lago

masterlist

lando x carlos (carlando)

summary: since carlos left for ferrari, lando has spent the last four seasons trying to move on. but then the world learns that carlos might end up anywhere next year, and lando dares to let himself hope...and puts some of those hopes down on paper.

warnings: plenty of ✨angst✨

soy lago

Sweaty, exhausted, and covered in stubborn pieces of green and yellow crepe clinging to the sticky champagne on his race suit, Lando does his very best to stand up straight, holding his P3 trophy with stiff arms. He doesn’t smile; it’s hard enough as it is remaining upright. Then he feels an arm around him. He knows its owner is clad in red—although once upon a time, he wore papaya orange. And the feeling of that arm is what lets him scrape together the will to put on some semblance of a smile as the cameras flash, capturing Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz, and Lando Norris in their podium photograph of the 2024 Australian Grand Prix.

Dear Carlos,

I’ve always been rubbish with words—hell, I showed a million people on Youtube that it took me three tries to spell “heights”, in English, no less. So it shouldn’t surprise you that, when they told me I needed to go on camera and speak Italian, I downloaded Duolingo and didn’t open another app for a week straight. Never mind that it was one single sentence. I could not mess this up.

Ai nostri amici della Scuderia Ferrari ed ai loro tifosi.

I could say it in my sleep.

And yet, when the camera started staring into my soul, I still managed to fuck it up. On the very first word. They asked me later, you know, if I wanted them to edit it out…but when I watched it again it seemed right somehow. Because the truth is, they could’ve asked me to say “to our friends at Scuderia Ferrari and the famous tifosi” in plain English, and it still would have been the hardest thing I’ve ever had to say. So I figured it’d at least be honest.

When I joined F1 my rookie season, you had already raced for four. Two other teams. McLaren was not your whole past. At Melbourne, the season opener, I already knew by the way your eyes sparkled so hungrily talking to the press, that it would not be your future either. But for me, it was all I had, my precarious shot at making it in F1. I had something to prove.

So why was I so nervous when they stuck a camera in front of us to play that stupid game of ‘Would You Rather’? I can’t even rewatch that video now, because I already know I’ll cringe seeing myself slowly dismantling the sole of my shoe with my fingernails, hardly even able to make eye contact with you. You had a reputation of charming every teammate you got with—I won’t pretend like I didn’t scour the internet for every video you filmed with Max with Toro Rosso. You made Max Verstappen giggle like a little girl on video. I couldn’t—wouldn’t—let that happen to me.

But at the Chinese GP, after Kvyat crashed me out, you came up to me in the paddock. “Wanna go on a walk?” you asked. As if you’d seen me crying in the garage. There was a little lake, a pond really, near the track, and I don’t know how many laps we must have taken around it. What I do know is that you pointed to the water, told me that in Spanish, it’s called “el lago”. And that you stopped me from feeling like I didn’t belong, didn’t deserve to be in F1.

I had a lot of retirements that first season. And after each one, I knew I’d hear your voice, or see a text on my phone, or once, a little paper airplane in my driver’s room. Every time, the words were the same. And every time, I wanted it more. I just didn’t want to admit to myself that at some point, it became less about debriefing the race failures and more about the person I had an excuse to see off the track. Away from the cameras. Away from everybody else.

On the flight back to London, Lando scrolls through headline after headline, all pondering the next move for the triumphant Spaniard. Red Bull, Red Bull, Mercedes, Red Bull, Kick Sauber—Lando chuckles at that one—Red Bull, McLaren, Mercedes, Red Bull…

The speculation about McLaren is clearly a joke. And yet, it makes Lando’s breath catch in his throat…fuck, if Max Verstappen can DNF on Lap 2, give Ferrari a 1-2 podium with Lando in 3rd after the team told Oscar to give it up for him…clearly, crazier things have happened in F1.

The pandemic hurt, a lot. It’s all a blur now, logging onto my computer day after day, gaming with George and Alex and Charles to pass the time, refreshing Instagram in case you posted a story from Madrid. Until one day, the first day of May, the phone rang. You told me you were in Woking, that you were going to be at the MTC but you’d explain later. And then, those five magical words.

“Wanna go on a walk?”

Maybe we were all a little crazy during lockdown. Let’s just call it that. How else do you explain the fact that I spent twenty minutes picking a pair of jeans after spending four months in sweatpants, another twenty picking a shirt that wasn’t bright orange? What excuse do I have for dumping every beanie I owned onto my bed, cursing myself for shaving my hair off, even if it was to raise money for COVID? It was a miracle I made it to the MTC at all.

You were already outside by the time I skidded into the parking lot. The sun was low in the sky, not quite setting, turning the lake lavender, cotton candy, papaya. You faced the lake, just a dark silhouette against the colors. Suddenly, it felt hard to breathe. I just knew you were going to say something…big. I wanted to tell you so many things, how I’d been counting down the days until lockdown would be over, how not a day went by that I didn’t wonder what you were doing, how you had become someone that I could never be close enough to. You made me greedy.

I knew something was wrong when you saw me and smiled. It was happy…but not the smile I knew. This smile was tainted, as if someone had poured a single drop of vinegar into a glass of milk, and you could taste it starting to curdle just a bit.

“Lando,” you said. Another red flag. Normally, you drew out the “o” in my name in a tantalizing singsong. “My muppet friend, I have something to tell you. Something exciting.”

I wished time would stop right then. I didn’t want to hear what exciting thing you had to tell me. But no amount of wishing could stop what came next.

“Ferrari. They offered me a contract. Two years in their fastest car…I cannot believe it, my muppet friend. I will race for them in 2021.”

The sun hadn’t set yet, but there were stars in your eyes. Stars that I had seen since your—our—very first race with McLaren. Carlos Sainz, destined for champions, for greatness. There would not be room for slow cars, midfield teams; there would not be room for Lando Norris. And I knew this from day one. So why, looking at the stars that filled your eyes, did mine start to fill with tears?

I smiled in the hopes you’d think I was simply overcome with happiness on your behalf. “Aren’t you going to say anything?” you asked.

I had wanted so badly to find the words that would’ve made your journey all the way from Spain to see me worth it. But even if I had them, all of those words were useless now. And in the moment, I could only think of one thing.

“Soy lago,” I said. You furrowed your brows in confusion. “I am lake?” you laughed. “Your Spanish has always been terrible.”

Then I told you that my tears could fill the very lake we were looking at. Watched the realization dawn on your face. Heard you call after me as I ran back to my car, so you wouldn’t have to see any more of those tears.

In his room in the MTC, Lando sits, clicking his pen compulsively. Balls of crumpled-up paper surround him, ghosts of past attempts at penning a letter worthy of its reader. He curses his messy penmanship, curses his inability to spell anything remotely non-phonetic correctly. He resorts to writing in pencil, then painstakingly tracing each letter over with ink. By the time he’s finished, the sun has begun its descent towards the horizon. Just in time, he thinks.

Later, I texted you my congratulations, assured you how happy I was for you, how much you deserved it. I meant it. But maybe you sensed that something was up, because even when the new season started and we no longer shared a garage, you kept sending me texts after every race. Each one was the same: “Wanna go on a walk?”

I couldn’t tell you if it was an act of self-preservation, because of how badly it hurt to see you with Charles at Ferrari, or if I wanted to feel the twisted, bitter satisfaction from knowing that I got to reject you after you left me. Either way, the excuses were simple enough. Meetings with Mark. Last-minute training sessions at the gym. And my favorite—dinner with Danny Ric, my new Carlos Sainz.

Come to think of it, I never did end up getting dinner with Danny while we were teammates.

When I did show up, I’d make sure to tell you about how charismatic Danny was, how good the banter was, how hard we made each other laugh off-track. Only later did I realize that everything I was saying was what I would see in your C2 videos with Charles, which I followed with a level of manic compulsion that scared even me.

Eventually, the texts stopped coming. I thought I’d feel…relieved, or at least like I was moving on. And maybe I tried to tell myself I felt that way, but in reality, everything was just empty. I couldn’t have all of you, and I was so greedy that I chose rather to have none of you at all.

Lando searches his contacts for a name that doesn’t exist. Carlos Sainz: Not found, his phone tells him infuriatingly. With an exasperated sigh, he starts to swipe. And stops short, realizing that he had saved Carlos under Chili.

His thumb hovers uncertainly over the keyboard. He presses send.

Me Wanna go on a walk?

Time, teammates, and races passed, and as you got used to seeing yourself in red, I got used to being a Formula 1 driver, then a team leader as Oscar came in. I buried us deeper and deeper with each passing season and perfected the art of a casual hug on the podium, a cheerful clap on the back if we happened to pass each other on the paddock. I had only just come to terms with the realization that we would likely never be the same again when I woke up on the first day of February, 2024, to the news that Lewis would be taking your seat at Ferrari next year. Leaving the question of what color you would wear, if not red, open to every shade of the rainbow.

Then the dreams started.

When you came off a surgery hardly two weeks ago and snatched P1 at Melbourne, I dreamt that I walked into the motorhome, saw someone wearing a papaya cap with his back turned to me. And I knew it wasn’t Oscar, because those broad shoulders, the shock of hair that even a cap couldn’t contain, could only belong to a certain Spanish driver I knew so well, once upon a time.

You turned around, just like I knew you would. Smiled in a way I haven’t seen in four years. “Landooo…my muppet friend,” you crooned, drawing out the “o” the way you always used to do. You wrapped your arms around me…you always did have such strong arms.

“Chili. I should have done this long ago,” I told you, before the kiss…

A little gray bubble appears on the screen. Three dots, pulsing to the time of Lando’s pounding heart. Then:

Chili Can’t today 😞 dinner with Charles!! Celebrating that Ferrari podium 🥳🇮🇹

He stares at the messages. A minute passes, then two. He gently folds up the note, tucking it into his pocket as he stands and walks out of the MTC.

Lando looks out over the manmade lake in front of the building. The sunset reflected in it has uniformly turned it the exact shade of his hoodie. There will be no lavender, no cotton candy pink tonight.

He tugs the letter out of his pocket, unfolds it, and reads it one last time. A weary sigh. Carefully refolds it. A little airplane takes shape in Lando’s hands.

Four years of pushing you, thoughts of you, my feelings for you away, all gone with one headline. I hated myself for falling again so easily, but nobody can deny how addictive the feeling of hope is. Carlos, Chili, I had so many regrets, and maybe this is a sign that I should stop living with them from now on.

And if there’s one thing I regretted the most through all this, it’s not that I didn’t ask you to stay that evening at the MTC. It’s that I didn’t give you enough reason not to leave in the first place. Didn’t tell you what you meant to me when I could, didn’t try to make you see that there could be something here…something bigger maybe even than racing itself.

I don’t know if you’ll be wearing papaya, or navy, or (god forbid) highlighter green next year, but it doesn’t matter. I should have done this long ago, but that doesn’t matter either. All that matters is that you know how important you are, and have always been, to me. Know how the best podium celebrations and the fizziest champagne paled in comparison to the little blue bubbles of texts from you on my phone. Know that my trophies sit on a shelf collecting dust, but the paper airplane you made me never leaves my sight.

You are the stars in my eyes. In my wildest dreams, you’ll give me the chance to convince you that I can be that for you too. Teammates or not.

But until then…

In one fluid motion, he sends the plane sailing into the air, watches it catch the breeze until, robbed of its lift, it skims the surface of the lake, sending ripples emanating from where it first made contact with the water.

The plane bobs gently in the lake until it soaks up too much water to stay afloat. Lando watches it list gradually to the side, slowly disappearing from view as the paper disintegrates.

He turns and walks away from the lake.

Soy lago.

—Lando

notes: saw carlos explain lando’s comment on carlos’ mclaren → ferrari announcement post back in 2020 and have been unwell since also, yes, the mclaren building (mtc) does have a lake and boy the sunset does do it a lot of favors… easter eggs: lando not being able to spell, the damned ferrari video (where lando actually did have to start over and it RUINED ME), Would You Rather

more fics here! thanks for reading as always :)

#the one where parker delivers on her promise to do a soft lando fic #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 fandom #f1 fanfiction #f1 fic #lando norris #carlos sainz #ln4 x cs55 #cs55 #ln4 #ln4 imagine #cs55 imagine #ferrari #mclaren #formula 1 #carlando

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roe-and-memory · 8 months

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UHMMM in your guy's pinned it says your ok with asks sooooooo

You guys should totally hand over all of your Lightning headcanons :3

HIHIHI IM SO SORRY ITS BEEN LIKE 4 DAYS

hi this is roe quick interruption

thats all ty

ok so…. a magician cannot reveal all of their secrets so ive picked a Select amount of our favourites because obviously we need some surprises,…. its still a LOT though so dont worry i wouldnt dare cut you cheap on our headcanons

if you guys want us to make a separate post on a specific one going into detail of the Lore behind it or just like, more detail in general, dont be afraid to comment and your wish is my command

HERE WE GO!!!

- “HE IS A DUMBASS AND I HATE HATE HIM” (roes words, affectionate)

- he is a liar, sometimes good sometimes bad (only when he wants to) and doc sees through All of it

- he has a walkman he’s had since he was little, he broke the headphones once and mack bought him new ones

- we’ve mentioned it before but he has vision light sensitivity issues

look at him. he cant see SHIT

- he grew up in henderson, nevada, every time a race came to vegas he walked FOUR HOURS to see it from outside the track (he lived an hour and a half from some of the only family that would ever love him in radiator springs EL OH EL!)

- hes a natural redhead but harv thought having him bleach his hair blonde would get him more attention so he did it because harv knows best! sally made him stop when he tried to do it after his roots took over and she was like erm no ! thats destroying your hair and ur curls. and him, not knowing much about his hair was like yeah sure ok

- he has Freckles. So Many. sally tells him he has stars and constellations on his cheeks and hes just giggling and kicking his feet

- also mentioned before he has a lanyard with keys and keychains on it that he carries everywhere hanging out of his pocket

- he has. Horribly. vivid nightmares. so he doesnt sleep much and when he does its always restless

- being a racecar driver he has MASTERED the ability to climb out of windows. he uses this ability to not only cause doc grief (he sleeps across the hall and hears everything), but also to sneak out in the middle of the night when hes restless and prance around in the field like a deer to make himself so sickeningly exhausted he passes out as soon as he lays down

- lightning and sally dance sometimes at the wheel well, neither of them are too good and he wants to practice for her - doc catches him in the living room poorly dancing to rascal flatts and doesnt let him live it down the entire rest of the day

- lightning runs away when hes 15, after walking 4 hours to vegas for a piston cup race he wanted to watch and then deciding he never wanted to go home — there was nothing there for him anyways. he had everything from home he wanted, which included his walkman and thats basically it

- (adding onto above) mack found him at a truck stop somewhere on an interstate asking for either money or a ride somewhere, and as an older brother of 5 little sisters who are his worlds, he saw him and immediately thought . if that was one of my siblings i would never forgive myself. and boom he has a new little brother and boom lightning has an older brother

- he knows how to operate a transport truck courtesy of mack

- he loves stickers, he always has, his walkman and an assortment of his other things are decorated in stickers

- lightning didnt have any friends in his rookie year, so when he has mater, doc, sally, cal, and bobby, he makes little random collages out of magazines and newspapers to keep them as memories

- he loves country music and HATES taylor swift (bobbys fault, bobby is a swiftie)

- doc has sunglasses that lightning finds in his garage, BURIED in a box, they have “hudson” engraved into the arm and he immediately takes them for himself because sometimes its Too sunny (doc when its sunny, he’s out enjoying a beer on the porch and his annoying boyfail son comes outside and stands expectantly awaiting his sunglasses in which he forks over hesitantly)

- crocs or converse there is no in between

- autism.

- he pulls on the threads of his clothing when hes excited or nervous

- talks with his hands, very expressive and he also kicks the ground sometimes for no reason

- he was never taught how to ride a bike. doc is slowly writing down a list of reasons he can KILL 👹 lightnings parents for being HORRIBLE ‼️‼️‼️

THATS ALL FOR NOW…. with time you will learn more but I HOPE YOU LIKE THESE ONES!!!

#lightning mcqueen #cars 2006 #cars fandom #cars fanart #doc hudson #sally carrera #mack cars #hes so fucking silly he needs to be STOPPED #the part where we call him boyfail IS HILARIOUS #like he is actually incredibly sucessful for his age #he just has boyfail energy #mack has 5 sisters trust me it makes sense #cars headcanons #memory’s headcanons #roe’s art

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eliecasa · 1 year

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warnings: reader has a “bf” back home so it’s basically cheating. i can say this is kinda… bad (theres a passage repeat that i cant seem to delete]: )

summary: after brutally losing an entire team on a mission, reader can’t help but to wallow in self pity. a worried soap checks on his first love.

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Labored breaths escape the rawness of your nostrils as you swipe and swipe at the dried blood around your nails underneath the strong stream of water shooting out of the shower head. A strong pounding in your head worsens the blurry vision that dares to send more tears down your stained cheeks. The red that dried into your skin is not yours, it’s the blood of your team that was ambushed during a moment of victory.

‎‏‏‎ One moment, everything was okay and the five of you were happy about the success of taking down a terrorist group of extremist but, the next moment, everything blew up in your faces. The panic since then hasn’t left your body nor did the image of your injured teammates taking their last breaths.

‎‏‏The moment you made it back to the barracks, Soap was already at your side and holding you after hearing of the unfortunate turn of events. Coddling your teammates was a silent forbidden thing around the base but he was always beyond the rules when it came to you. Sure, he angered Shepherd a lot but how could he ever let you suffer alone? You didn’t cry or hold him back but instead sat there and gazed at the hard floor at your feet. Though the barracks were all split into tiny two person rooms with bunk beds, that rule-abiding part of you couldn’t cry in front of him. To cry meant that you weren’t prepared and to be unprepared is to be unfit for your job. Perhaps pride had a good grip on you until you got in the shower.

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Your roommate briefly stops by the room to fetch their jacket and unexpectedly was met with the sight of Sergeant Mactavish sitting on the edge of your bed and tentatively watching the bathroom door. They briefly exchange a small glance but Soap doesn’t look away from the bathroom door, even ignoring the rookie that bids him a quiet goodbye. Strong worry was clawing and gnawing at the back of his head. Soap has known you for eight years now and has been loving you for seven of them. The two of you had four long, memorable, and joyous years of loving each other until a disagreement from a mission that took place a year ago.

It was the day task force 141 needed both your stealth team and shadow company on stand by all in effort to calmly obtain el sin nombre. He remembers the way you exploded on him in front of everyone as if it just happened yesterday. You cursed and argued about who should be the person to offer intel just for him to keep his determination in stone. It didn’t help that Alejandro kept warning him that he would most likely be killed for even stepping on the property in the open. That was also the day that everyone realized that the two of you were surely more than comrades.

“So what, you just want to go in there and act like a fucking hero?” you fume, pushing him a little bit just for Phillip to settle a hand on your shoulder. Soap bristles for a moment but he fires back with a calmer tone in his voice that fails to relax you in even the slightest. “It’s better than you and somebody has to get it done.”

Tension suffocates the group for a moment until you finally scoff and back away from him with fury burning behind your eyes. It was the first time that you had to work with him on a mission like that and you could only wonder how often he was offering to die when you weren’t around to help him to succeed. Your heart lunges and tears begin to pend at the edges of your lids but you refuse to cry in front of your team. Your boyfriend of 4 years can only watch as you wave a hand of dismissal and turn on your heel to head back into the stake out building. “If you wanna go ahead and die, be my guest.”

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And of course, that’s where things ended between you. His feelings were hurt and your words were left with him like a knife jabbed into his chest. Soap always knew that mixing love and work would fuck him up but the feelings he had for you were far too important to let ‘what if’s’ decide what could be. You guys gave a chance at love and it ended with a pool of unsaid words mixed with regrets.

The memory causes him to frown, lost in thought for a moment before he heard a sob from the bathroom. “Y/N?” he stood up and knocked on the bathroom door with furrowed brows. The tiny bathroom spares him of nothing that you’re doing in there. He can easily hear the way you sniff and huff, trying to control your breathing before hyperventilation gets to take its toll on you. You don’t say anything and continue crying to your heart's content, leaving Soap to worrily step away to close and lock the door to your small room. While he’s on the way back, your voice comes frail and hoarse, stopping him on the spot.

“John?”

He instantly answers and settles his head on the bathroom door so that he wouldn’t miss a word that you said. “Yes?”

“Please, I need you.”

He doesn't waste even a second to let himself into the bathroom and he’s greeted with the sight of you sticking your head out of the white curtain. Your eyes are swollen and red with irritation, adding on to the miserable look that you honed but that didn't matter to him. Tears cascade down your jaw as Soap’s calloused hands come to palm your wet cheeks. The natural, woodsy scent of him makes your chest flutter with intense warmth as he lifts your face to his to press a hearty kiss on your cheek, just like he used to. The kisses spread across your face and down to your neck as tears pool your eyes once again. He was like the natural detox that even the most desperate yearned for.

“Could you help me… none of it is coming off.”

His chest heavily rumbled with a hum as he finished the last of his kisses in the crook of your neck. The skin there burns pleasantly and his hands find yours. When he sees the dark redness that stains your skin, he can see himself a little bit inside of you. Soap remembers what it was like for him to lose himself when he was still a little new to the force. Days of wondering what he could've done to avoid the misfortune of his comrades lasted days and weeks or maybe even months until he was forced to get back to work. You could say he never really got the chance to truly wallow in his pity but at least he had you behind him during it all, just as you have him.

Your wet hand settled on the hem of his black shirt, soaking the material on contact and he instantly reached to pull it over his head. The silver of his dog tags land against his now nude chest and you idly wait for him to take his pants down. It’s been a long time since you’ve been so close to him but it all comes too familiar. He isn’t shy and you weren’t afraid to show your vulnerability to him. If there was anyone in the world that you would give your life into their hands, it would always be John, no doubt. The security of him was one of the many reasons you initially fell in love with him. It wasn’t because he was a big strong man that worked next to you through hell and highwater but mostly because of the way he always made you feel so sure of everything.

Once he’s stripped, you leisurely move back and allow him to take the heated water that he tilts his head back into before moving to stand behind you, just like he used to. You stand with your arms tightly wrapped around you and his hands come into view. The way his hands look confused for a second almost cracks a smile out of you. “Behind you, babe.”

“Oh.. sorry.” he takes a moment to look for the red towel that you had. A small sigh of relief escapes his mouth. At least you wouldn’t have to see the blood staining the towel, stuff like that made him relieve his troubles. You can feel his wet body press against yours as he fully wraps his arms around you, hugging you from behind. Maybe you’re a bad person for leaning back into him and bathing in his warmth when you had a man back home but who cares? He could be out there doing who knows what without you ever finding out. It’s not like you’d care much anyway. Every man to come or go should know that you’d never devote your heart to them as you did for John Mactavish.

His beard tickles your face as he grabs your hands after lathering the towel with soap. The way he began to gently scrub at the creases of your nails had caused your vision to blur once again. You can't help but silently wonder how long you will be the emotional wreck on base as your nose begins to run. “Staying with me tonight?” he says, lingering for a moment before running your hand underneath the water. Somehow, he was cleaning your body better than you could and managed to get your thumb clean. A kiss is pressed to your temple as he starts again, his biceps flex with every motion and the feeling is like home to you. Tears cascade down your cheeks as you nod and twist, leaning into him a little more. Sure, your room was no different from his but at least he had a rather less nosy roommate than you. The last thing you need is a rookie questioning why you’re crying and letting your Sergeant coddle you.

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The shower lasts 35 minutes and consists of little to no words being exchanged. The silence between you felt like the type that made people dwell on things that went wrong. It’s specific but the way John would glance at you every now and then told you anything that you needed to know. He looked at you as if he wanted to say something and was merely waiting for the right time to say it; however, he didn't say a word except for small questions to make sure you were okay on the way to his room.

He gently guided you in and shut the door afterward. Secret relief floods over you as you walk over to Soap’s bed, glad that even his bunk mate was missing. A part of you really assumed that Ghost was just out to give the two of you some space but, you bite your tongue and instead settled for sitting onto the small twin sized bed. “... It’s lonely in here” you survey the not so lively room, trying to make for small talk that John immediately dismissed as he sat down next to you. “It wasn’t your fault.”

The bluntness makes you roll your eyes but the swelling on your face doesn’t make it look as sassy as you wanted. Your faux annoyance doesn’t deter him and he even moves in on you, forcing you to lock eyes with him. “You know you couldn’t have done anything different, do you?” but your nose unwillingly twists at the sound of that. Your mentality was contradicting that the entire time and now that someone who knew you was calling it out, you feel put on the spot. “You didn’t know, and they didn’t know. It was an accident and you were caught off guard.”

You jump back, exclaiming as if John just accused you of taking everything he is worth. “How do you know? If I was paying attention and not celebrating, they’d still be alive!”

“And if they weren’t celebrating, maybe they’d be alive, y/n.”

He watches the fury in your eyes expand as you recoil and prepare to rebuttal, but that doesn’t mean he lets it explode. Those rough hands of his once again cup your face and he speaks, rushed but clearly. “I know, you’re angry.”

“But you don’t know how I feel, Soap, you just don’t.”

“You’re right, but that doesn’t mean that you can’t tell me and it doesn’t mean you get to self-destruct.”

You angrily tuck your lips and rip from his grasp. “Who’s going to take the blame then?”

“The same fuckers that killed them will.”

You want to believe them but that evil voice in the back of your mind was getting the best of you. It kept telling you that if you all were just still on guard, none of this would have happened. Your heart breaks and rips at the thought of how their families will act when they receive the dog tags of their children that haven’t even gotten their chance to fall in love or to even have a family of their own. It hurts to imagine and it hurts to even put yourself in that position. The thought of receiving dog tags of the man you love made your heart palpate in fear. Anxiety is a river, a tide that drags and drowns you until you find foundation.

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The mattress sinks back as John leaned on his palms, silently watching as you began to cry into your hands once again. “I’m never going to forgive myself, John. I just can’t.” His heart breaks to hear you say that. Though he wants to tell you that you’re speaking nothing but stupid worry, his heart won’t let him. You weren’t just one of his comrades but also someone he loved more than he loved himself. Everything about you mattered to him more than his own health so he will always be there for you, no matter how much you appear to be bothered by him.

“... You can start by recovering.” he wraps a single arm around you and pulls your slouched form into him. “Once you’re better, we go out and repay them.”

You nod and rise from the miserable slouch that you curled yourself into. Before you can even think about wiping your own tears, John wipes them first. “It’s not going to bring them back,” he kisses your pouty lips. “But I don’t want to lose you to any of this military shit. I love you too much.”

For a moment, your eyes meet his. The tug that you feel is powerful and it even causes you to lean into him impossibly further. Those blue eyes of his are like a magnet made only for the atoms that made your body into one. There’s nobody else in this world that you craved more than him. None of those ex boyfriends and damn sure not the one at home.

A small smile spreads across your flushed face.

Just the thought of falling in love with someone else is comedy itself. There isn’t a day where John doesn’t miss a day where he doesn’t sit and wonder what you could be doing or what you could be thinking of. Your line of profession was a divider that seemed to always be stomped on no matter the effort of your bosses and leaders trying to keep it alive and present. Together, things were easier. Sure, you both had to worry about if their lover was coming back sometimes but that strong sense of strength overpowered that. No matter the trouble, your hearts would always tell you to come back alive, not wanting to break the heart of the other. It’s a silent agreement that both of you can understand just by looking into each other's eyes.

Like an infatuated idiot, your voice came horse and raw.

“I love you too.”

He notices the way your hand was shyly inching towards him, so he sits up and takes it in his, kisses it before he kisses you again. “I’ve got your back.”

#call of duty imagines #call of duty x reader #call of duty #cod fluff #cod x reader #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap mactavish x reader #soap mactavish x you #john soap mactavish x reader #cod angst #reader insert

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thebridgetonarnia · 1 year

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we can all blame @blvckwidow for this steddieXspn crossover

the year is 2008, sam and dean are investigating a vampire coven in a normal town in indiana.

steddie and ronance own a duplex together, they do this bc steve and robin are codependent like that, they even have a door on the insides that connect the homes and all four of them will walk in to the others homes whenever they want.

eddie is a famous but only in metal circles musician, steve is an elementary teacher, robin is an interpreter, and nancy is crime journalist.

nancy in her research has been seeing a lot of weird shit happening in their town, weird bodies with weird gnarly wounds on them. it rings alarm bells in her head screaming "demagorgon!" over and over again.

she approaches robin first, "something weird is happening, and i might be crazy bc el said the gates were 100% closed, i even called her to double check, but these bodies are not normal and my gut is telling me something is wrong."

robin immediately believes nancy, they read in the boys and make a game plan.

nancy says that everything seems localized to one area of the town, so they investigate together during the day on the weekend.

in their investigation they run into same and dean. who look at this group of 40-something year olds, with a nail studded bat, a sawed off shotgun, a... sword? and immediately assume theyre hunters.

the lady with the shotgun stands in front of the group, "who the hell are you?" the pretty one chokes up on the bat preparing to swing, taking a protective stance in front of the other two.

"hey hey hey hey hey hold up lady, we're on the same side we're hunters too! We're lookin for the vamps!"

"Vamps? as in vampires? as in undead creatures of the night who suck your blood?" the other woman starts babbling.

sam and dean are immediately confused. but blah blah blah more dialogue and exposition, long story short they end up at a dive bar to discuss whats happening in the town. (brief interlude of steve absolutely FREAKING OUT over the impala)

the fruity four immediately want to help kill the vamps, sam and dean are hesitant to let a bunch of rookies on the scene, but robin says something about this not being their first rodeo and nancy and steve are kind of scary so they relent.

the entire time, dean keeps looking at eddie, like he knows him, like he's trying to place him, it's not until they're all deep in the vampire nest that he sees eddie swing the sword recklessly that he realizes that that's eddie freaking munson but dean cant freak out about bc a vampire is on his ass.

it was probably the fastest that sam and dean ever dispatched of a vampire nest. no one was seriously hurt and all the vamps were dead.

the fruity four invite sam and dean over their house where they realize that its not steve&robin and eddie&nancy, but steve&eddie and robin&nancy

dean watches the couples a lot closer after that, something deep and buried is clawing its way out, thoughts of a trench coat and a gravelly voice flit through his mind.

eddie and steve give dean a knowing look, something that made him feel more seen than he has ever felt in all his years on this earth. he looks away from them, unable to cope with being bared open by virtual strangers.

the six of them chat, they offer sam and dean a room to sleep in, "the kids usually stay in those rooms, but they havent been buy in a while so it should be fine for you guys, we've got plenty of space, and better water pressure than whatever shitty motel your staying at"

from then on, steve and robin check in with the boys at least once a week, to make sure theyre doing okay. sam and dean always stop by if they're passing through the area, nancy creates a network for hunters, eventually opening her own bar (like the roadhouse)

when the apocalypse begins for real for real, the fruity four plus a tiny army of seemingly normal people show up to fight alongside sam and dean. including a woman who can move things with her mind, without demon blood.

#stranger things #supernatural #crossover #sab writes #this got away from me #steddie #ronance #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #sam winchester #dean winchester

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idk-i-just-really-like-tsc · 28 days

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I LOVE YOU JOHN NOLAN!!!!

#i am a John Nolan DEFENDER!!! A WARRIOR!!!!#i LOVE HIM SOSOMUCH #he is so righteous and good he just wants to help people in the city and help his friends and do the RIGHT THING #I LVOE YOU JOHN NOLAN!#el watches the rookie #the rookie #john nolan #he gets so much hate for WHAT?!

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novemberhush · 1 year

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Thanks for tagging me, @imwritesometimes and @zerokrox-blog ! 😘 You both tagged me in essentially the same meme, but with one or two slightly different questions so I hope you don’t mind that I just combined the two instead of typing out basically the same thing twice.❤️

Relationship status - single

Favourite colour - red

Three favourite foods - Hawaiian burgers, lasagna, vanilla milkshakes

Last thing I ate - cheesy scrambled eggs and wholewheat toast (and it was delicious, I got the eggs just right)

Song stuck in my head - I went to see Bruce Springsteen in concert last week (yes, he was amazing, thanks for asking) and ever since then Glory Days and Thunder Road have been taking it in turns to take up residence in my brain, with occasional visits from Because the Night and Dancing in the Dark

Dream trip - I want to visit so many places! Denmark; British Columbia in Canada; Hawaii; Iceland; New Zealand; the Scottish Highlands; Argentina, specifically the Iguazú Falls at the border of Argentina and Brazil, but I’d also like to visit Buenos Aires. (I really have no excuse for not at least taking myself off to Scotland, or even Denmark. They’re both easily doable from here, but there always seems to be some reason I can’t or some responsibility holding me back.)

Time - 7.49 AM

Something I really want right now - for the paracetamol to kick in and get rid of the headache I currently have.

Last song - Cover Me Up by Jason Isbell

Last movie - Bad Times at the El Royale

Currently watching - Murdoch Mysteries, NCIS, NCIS: LA, CSI: Vegas, The Rookie, The Rookie: Feds, S.W.A.T., The Equalizer, and I intend to check out Poker Face when it starts here next Friday.

Currently reading - I just finished Under the Whispering Door by T.J. Klune last week and I haven’t started anything new yet, but I have a few titles lined up.

Currently playing - if this is about video games, then nothing as I’m not a gamer (unless mahjong or solitaire counts, and I very much doubt it, lol).

Currently craving - nothing really? Unless someone wants to conjure up a non-life threatening emergency to get me out of having to work a 10 hour shift tonight (which should really only be an eight and a half hour shift, but my manager is being good to himself as usual and finishing early and so he put me on the rota to start early to cover his leaving. Bastard. 😒)

Zero pressure tags - @smowkie @all-or-nothing-baby @katries @kiti-the-warrior-poet @halespecterwinchester @fireladybuckley @firemedicdiaz @foreverthemomfriend @mistmarauder and anyone else who wants to play. No pressure on anyone who doesn’t!❤️

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musicalchaos07 · 1 year

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Season’s Greetings have some Byers-Hopper-Wheeler family holiday Headcanons

(Feel free to use as fic prompts just credit me)

Jonathan doing a stupid little dance to Last Christmas because he knows it'll make Nancy laugh

Nancy getting a boatload of mistletoe so she can get extra kisses

Jonathan only kissing Nancy on the cheek under the mistletoe and watching her get mad

Jonathan and Nancy having a steamy little car makeout the first time they hear "Do They Know It's Christmas" in 1984 and never being able to hear the song after without laughing hysterically

Jonathan absolutely eating it ice skating at Rockefeller Center because El wanted to go

Will and El refusing to decorate until Jonathan comes home

Mike acting like he doesn't care but refusing to participate in any snowball fight until Nancy comes home

Nancy buying Jonathan an NYU sweater for Christmas their freshman year and then promptly stealing it

The Hopper-Byers siblings having a gingerbread house contest that's judged by the Wheeler siblings

El somehow winning every year

Jonathan up on the Wheeler's roof stringing up lights while telling Mike to hold the ladder straight

Mike incredibly distracted because Will and Holly are making a snowman

Nancy yelling at Mike that if he kills Jonathan she's gonna kill him

Will and Mike attempting to wrap gifts for the party using glue as a joke and getting it all over their hands

Ted saying God Bless Ronald Reagan before dinner one year and Jonathan nearly spitting out his drink

Hopper and El falling asleep on the couch after watching all the Christmas specials

Mike and Nancy hiding in the basement during the Wheeler annual Christmas party and getting drunk off a bottle of stolen Champagne

Will and Jonathan desperately trying to find them because they're tired of dealing with Wheeler relatives

Will and Mike taking a post Christmas dinner walk ending up at the elementary school and making out on the swing set

Jonathan at his wits end during the party after being asked six times when he and Nancy are having a baby because "they've been married for two years already and aren't getting any younger" when in reality they're only 24

Joyce trying to overload their suitcases at the end of break when they're in college and Jonathan arguing with her that they cannot fit any of it while Nancy and Hopper drink coffee and watch

Nancy begging to go watch new years in Times Square. Jonathan having to carry her home because she's "too cold to move"

Mike and Will dueting Baby It's Cold Outside after too much eggnog one year

The Party doing Thanksgiving at Jonathan, Nancy, Mike and Will's apartment when they're in college

Argyle coming to visit when Jonathan and Nancy stay in New York for Christmas their Junior year and the three of them getting incredibly high and listening to the Beach Boys Christmas album while Argyle praises NY Pizza

Holly mentioning going to see Home Alone 2 and Jonathan biting his tongue so he doesn't blurt out "how the fuck do you get lost in New York it's a grid system"

Will and Mike getting lost in New York the first time they visit Nancy and Jonathan for the holidays

Will and Mike subsequently referring to Home Alone 2 as their movie

Nancy screaming along to All I Want For Christmas Is You much to Jonathan's annoyance

Nancy and Jonathan saying fuck it in 1993 and spending Christmas in London/Paris as a 3 years late honeymoon

Jonathan contemplating leaving Mike at a gas station in Pennsylvania one year because it's the third time Mike has had to stop to pee in 3 hours and they still have 9 hours to go

Nancy and Jonathan doing Christmas Eve/Christmas Morning at the Byers and then the entire Byers-Hopper family going to the Wheelers for Christmas dinner

Until Joyce and Hopper move to upstate NY in early 90s after the Byers-Wheeler siblings make it clear they're not moving out of the city then Christmas is exclusively at their house

El having an almost Hallmark Christmas special romance with one of the rookie police officers at Hopper's new station

Jonathan setting strict rules for the two hour drive to the Hopper-Byers house that no one ever follows

Will and Mike in 1997 agonizing in the Macy's over which "baby's first Christmas" ornament to buy for Jonathan and Nancy's first daughter

Nancy almost burning the house down trying to make cookies with El

Nancy cursing up a storm as she and Jonathan try to place the stickers on their daughters Barbie Dream House on Christmas Eve

Jonathan complaining every year about the commercialism and capitalism of the Thanksgiving Day Parade but going anyways because the looks on his daughters faces when Santa shows up are too cute

Jonathan silently Thankful that the Barney Balloon explosion happened when his oldest daughter was a newborn because she loves Barney and he couldn't take watching her be upset

Everyone frantically buying Beanie Babies because El gets super into collecting them in the late 90s

The Wheelers retiring to Florida once Holly turns 18, Nancy and Jonathan going to Christmas down there once when their oldest daughter is like 2 and vowing never again on the plane ride home

El having the Christmas tradition of taking her two Nieces to tea at the plaza

Will making cute little reindeer hands with his Nieces

Mike dressing up as Santa for the girls and absolutely hamming it up

Jonathan staying up with Joyce to watch all of It's A Wonderful Life after everyone else has gone to bed

The "no Christmas lights inside" ban being lifted after Jonathan and Nancy's oldest daughter asks why there's no lights

Nancy and Jonathan only using photos that Jonathan took for their Christmas cards and as a result he's rarely in them

Nancy & Mike finding out YEARS later that Will & Jonathan are Jewish on Joyce's side and them being like surely we mentioned this

Nancy & Jonathan's eccentric youngest daughter deciding to bring back celebrating Hanukkah

Nancy being fully onboard after finding out Lonnie was the reason the Byers stopped celebrating when Jonathan was like six

The Byers family circa 2015 becoming a Chrismukkah family despite Nancy and Jonathan only celebrating Christmas for the first 25 years of their marriage

#Some I say like it's not three pages worth #stranger things #jancy #byler #byers family #wheeler siblings #byers-hopper family #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #mike wheeler #will byers #el hopper #jim hopper #joyce byers #in my head Nancy and Jonathan have two daughters in 1997 and 2002 respectively #their oldest is like mini Nancy and the youngest is unhinged #their names are Morgan and Dylan #also in my head Mike and Will don't have children but are pillars in their local LGBTQ community #furthermore in my head El def marries that rookie cop and has like a nice quiet life as like a potter with a full pottery studio #the Ronald Reagan this is a real thing my grandfather said during grace one Christmas in the 80s #the Barbie Dream House stickers are also a real thing from my family #also EL HOPPER RADIATES SQUISHMALLOW ENERGY and the 90s equivalent is Beanie Babies

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