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thyme-in-a-bubble · 1 year

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just get to me in time, okay?

a/n: just reminiscing about 2019 when I was in my hardcore frank era...

warnings: frank castle x nurse!reader, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, fluff, patching up frank's wounds, blood and gore, kissing, reader has a cat

word count: 1660

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As your cat suddenly jumped off his comfy spot on your belly with his head smooshed beneath the cliche romance novel you were unwinding with this evening, his sudden alertness and the loud meows that accompanied it caused you to put your book down, “hey, what’s up, baby?” you slowly got up from the couch and followed after him though the dim apartment, “we talked about this, Cosmo,” you gently warned the loud exclamations that he released in one of the shadowy corners of your living room, “you talking to the air just makes me think there are ghosts here.”

When he then began to purr, the soothing sound emanating from the darkness was accompanied by a familiar voice, “sorry to interrupt your thrilling Friday night, Y/n.”

“Jesus christ, Frank!” you exclaimed, nearly jumping out of your skin, “you almost gave me a heart attack! Don’t you know how to knock? Or even just use the front door?”

“Sorry,” he stepped into the light, supporting some of his weight on one of your dining room chairs as Cosmo happily rubbed his fluffy body against his heavy boots.

As the soft light emanating from the tall lamp in the corner illuminated your friend's form, the blood soaking his dark clothes and the bruises across his cheekbone made his intentions for this late-night visit crystal clear, the smile fell from your lips at once.

“And here I was hoping you just felt lonely,” you joked, trying to hide your heavy sigh, “wanted to come by for a game of scrabbled or something,” your feet already carrying you towards your kitchen, you called over your shoulder, “I’ll go get the first aid kit, you know where the bathroom is,” a sentence you had probably said to him about a dozen times by now.

After retrieving the first aid kit, or more like first aid box with the way you had expanded the contents out of precaution after you began to help Frank, it now no longer fit in the small neat cross marked container, but a bigger clear plastic box you used to store old mementoes in, one that conveniently didn’t fit under your bathroom sink anymore.

“So, what is it tonight, huh?” you sat it down on the edge of the sink and glanced over at your wounded friend, now situated on the side of the tub.

Your cat still glued to his side, one of his hands tangled in the soft grey fur behind Cosmo’s ears as the other one worked at shredding his black jacket, “just some idiot with a knife that got a bit lucky,” his breathing got heavy as he struggled with the other sleeve.

Kneeling down in front of him, you swiftly took over his actions, removing his outerwear the rest of the way for him, “where?”

“Shoulder and a few down here,” he motioned towards the large red stain on his midsection, his fingers already beginning to lift up his t-shirt.

“Don’t,” you swatted his hand away and lifted yourself up enough to fish a pair of scissors out of the box.

“Oh, come on,” his head tilted to the side as he tried to argue, “I am barely hurt, I can take my shirt off just fine.”

“I know you can,” your face stayed stony, “you can do so many very impressive things, just not right now, tough guy,” as you from the bottom hem began to cut open the black cotton that clung to his skin, “besides, I got you some spare clothes just in case.”

“You didn’t have to do that-”

“Frank, just say thanks,” you sighed, taking the last snip on your journey from the bottom up to the collar, “I basically got them for free anyway with how cheap they were.”

Lifting yourself up more, being momentarily at eye level with him as he watched you slice open the shoulders and peel the fabric off, “thank you, ma'am.”

After thoroughly washing your hands and sliding on a pair of gloves, you took a closer look at his gnarly cuts, gently inspecting his bruised cheek as well to make sure it wasn’t anything else.

“I don’t have any more of the fun stuff,” you spoke as you fished out the rest of the supplies needed, “but I can offer you some aspirin if you want.”

“Nah,” his low voice rumbled as you wetted a cotton ball with some saline, “just do it.”

“Alright,” you exhaled and began to dap and clean his wounds, the only indication of pain you received being the uncontrollable twitch his eyes occasionally did as they tracked your movements, washing over his tender flesh and wiping the crimson away.

“I see this one’s healing quite nicely,” you commented as you caught sight of the newly scabbed over bullet wound that you’d patched up not too long ago, “at least you didn’t go and get yourself shot again, so that’s always something,” you tossed the last of the stained cotton rounds into the sink as your gloved fingers then began to thread the curved needle already clasped in the cold metal of your forceps.

“Wasn’t hard to mess it up when you patched it up so good,” he watched you, both of his hands now simply resting on the porcelain of the tub, his novelty haven worn off slightly, so Cosmo had freed his good hand and moved on to curling up on the bathmat by the door.

“You ready?” you asked out of habit before you let the needle pierce his flesh.

“Yep,” he replied, a series of heavy breaths and low grunts followed suit as you closed up the cuts tainting his already scared abdomen, the muscles tensing slightly underneath your fingers as you did.

Stoic as ever, Frank took every stitch like the brick wall that he was, not complaining once as his wounds one by one got closed up and then covered with large white bandages.

As you worked on the last one that luckily missed his collarbone, your sutures slowed down as the storm within your mind grew. Now situated beside him on the edge of the bathtub, it was hard for him not to notice how your bottom lip had begun to tremble.

“Please don’t-…” he spoke, averting his usually unwavering gaze as you tied off the last knot and cut the thread, “you already know that you can’t tell me anything that will make me stop, so please don’t ask me.”

“Frank, I would never-…” you set the tools down and blinked back at him, honestly slightly offended that he’d even ask you after all of this time, “you know me well enough to be certain that I’d never ask you to change, to stop before-…” shutting your eyes a second, you said, “look, I can do a lot, but I can’t do everything. What happens the day when you stumble in here with something that I can’t just fix, that I don’t have the right means to-…” you let your head momentarily slumped down against the mass of his shoulder, “and if you refuse to let me call an ambulance? Or even worse, if you don’t get here in time, if you don’t get to me, if you go and die on me in some ally somewhere, I just-…” your voice broke as your forehead softly collided with his own, “just get to me in time, okay?” you felt sharp tears sting the corners of your eyes, “come to me even if it’s just a scratch, because as brilliant as you are, I don’t trust those crappy first aid skills of yours one bit,” the essence of a smile accompanied that teasing comment as you blinked up at him once more with glossy eyes, “come to me, because if you don’t, if you get hurt, if you die, and I could have prevented that, then I don’t know how-… how-…”

Your broken words trailed off as your eyes unintentionally flickered down towards his full lips and before you had time to think, you’d leaned in and crashed your lips against his own.

He still tasted of blood, though that fact didn’t bother you as much as you’d imagined it would. You felt one of his large palms find the side of your face as his mind eventually caught up and he began to reciprocate the unexpected kiss. As you realised what you were doing, your anxious mind feared the worst and you swiftly tried to back up to apologise for your sudden actions, though the fingers that had travelled to the back of your head and kept you there long enough to let his lightened pecks upon your lips be enough of an answer to soothe your worries.

“So,” his fingers lingered in your hair a moment longer as you parted ways, “I’m guessing that might have something to do with why you don’t want me dying in an ally somewhere, huh?”

“Why?” you breathed, biting down on the soft smile that bloomed, “you got a problem with it?”

Disappearing completely in your eyes, he simply shook his head, beaming back at you as if he hadn’t just been through a meat grinder earlier tonight.

“You know,” you eventually opened your mouth again as his intense gaze sent a shy tingle down your spine, “some patient's mom dropped off a bunch of cookies today,” you stared down at your nervous fingers as they fiddled with the fabric of one of the bulky pockets on the leg of his dark pants, “they were like insanely good, so I kinda smuggled a bunch of them home with me…”

“Oh, yeah?” a small chuckle bubbled within his throat.

“Yeah…” you kept your gaze away from his as your thumb nervously drummed against his meaty thigh, “just thought that maybe you would like one, just since, you know, you had kinda a rough night, so it only seems fair for you to get a cookie…”

#lea’s writing #frank castle x you #frank castle x y/n #frank castle x reader #frank castle x female reader #frank castle x fem!reader #frank castle x f!reader #frank castle fic #the punisher fic #frank castle imagine #frank castle fluff #frank castle hurt/comfort #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle angst #nurse!reader ᰔ

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slushiecookie · 4 months

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Tw: Bright Colors + Religious Stuff (Priest & Crosses)

Hey y'all, so I noticed that I'm not getting much reach recently so I hope that making the first 5 tags important will help me ^^

Anyways, here's my OC: Father Novel. I've made a mini-series for him because I just gave him a new story!

Basically, he was a regular priest until the demon apocalypse happened, and basically all of his church friends & members were killed except for Bishop Sorrel. In the demon apocalypse, pretty much everyone is either possessed, dead, or just doesn't care

Bishop Sorrel uh...is not happy that he's out of his job (because everyone in the church is kinda dead) so he decides to get Father Novel to make money for them both, by becoming an exorcist

Of course, Father Novel has absolutely no idea what he's doing, but thankfully, Bishop Sorrel will share his wisdom he gained with him. I'm just joking he doesn't know either

Also, yes, obviously they're supposed to be from the catholic church or something like that, but in my oc world they don't have Jesus or like THE God (Christ? Sorry I don't know much about catholicism I ain't religious lol), they simply worship uh...well A god, but even they don't know who it is, they just believe that there's a god but he's too magnificent to fathom, so they don't have crucifixes or stuff like that, just regular crosses

#artists on tumblr #osc #art #digital artist #oc art #object oc #object show community #object show oc #object shows #artwork #ocs #original character #oc #original story #original art #digital art #my art

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birdiesaves · 24 days

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THE MARTIAN ( novel by andy weir ) change as necessary !

mankind reaching out to send people to another planet for the very first time and expand the horizons of humanity blah, blah, blah.

i’m pretty much fucked.

they got the parades and fame and love of the world, i got a firm handshake and a hot cup of coffee when i got home.

i would only be “in command” of the mission if i were the only remaining person.

what do you know? i’m in command.

it wasn’t your fault. you did what you had to do.

in your position i would have done the same thing.

it was a ridiculous sequence of events that led to me almost dying.

everyone thinks i’m dead.

ok, i’ve had a good night’s sleep, and things don’t seem as hopeless as they did yesterday.

i won’t be able to whip something up with tinfoil and gum.

fear my botany powers!

but hey, time is the one thing i’ve got.

i wonder if they'll ever find out what really happened.

i’ll spare you the math. the answer is _________

bleh. i’m going to bed

my life depends on you

i played a lot of dungeons and dragons.

i have an idiotically dangerous plan

i suppose i’ll think of something. or die.

the answer is: i don’t know.

all i accomplished today was thinking up a plan that’ll kill me

also, i have duct tape.

after a search of everyone’s personal items i found my answer.

that was sarcasm, by the way.

this all sounds like a great idea with no chance of catastrophic failure.

do you have any idea the magnitude of shitstorm this is gonna be?

how come aquaman can control whales? they’re mammals!

i expected it to be cold, but jesus christ!

now, on to my next task: sitting around with nothing to do for 12 hours.

i ask for a picture and i get the fonz?

the whole world’s been rooting for you.

really looking forward to not dying.

please watch your language.

sorry we left you behind, but we don't like you.

you're sort of a smart-ass.

your request for “anything, oh god anything but disco” is denied.

no. you’ll fuck it up and die.

i took it apart, found the problem, and fixed it.

i don’t see anything... i can hear it, but... it’s down here somewhere, but i don’t know where.

the subtle and refined “hurl my body at the wall” technique had some flaws.

named after the greek goddess who traveled the heavens with the speed of wind. she's also the goddess of rainbows.

i'm not giving up. just planning for every outcome. it's what i do.

your poster outsold the rest of ours combined.

why are you such a nerd?

you should try to be more cool. wear dark glasses and a leather jacket. carry a switchblade.

you started my training by buying me a beer.

so now i have to do boring-ass experiments with test tubes and zzzzzzzzzz....

frankly, i suspect you're a super villain.

just once i'd like something to go to plan, ya know?

no? ok... what was that!? oh, nothing? ok...

for now i just want to go home.

there's always hope

are we just watching a tragedy play out?

you’ll survive this. i don't know how, but you will.

i've defiled enough historical sites for now.

tomorrow night, i'll sink to an all new low!

tomorrow night, i'll be at rock bottom!

be a smart-ass to a guy seven levels above you. see how that works out.

i remember when you were shy

the attitude comes with the job

and by “enjoying” i mean “hating so much i want to kill people.”

there aren't many people who can say they've vandalized a three billion dollar spacecraft. but i'm one of them.

what's our role in all this? if something goes wrong, what can we do?

how do you come up with this shit?

i admit it's fatally dangerous, but consider this: i'd get to fly around like iron man.

i need you to come back in and make a bomb.

i knew that guy was a mad scientist!

i think we should just go with my iron man idea.

well if you won't let us then- wait... wait a minute... i'm looking at my shoulder patch and it turns out i'm the commander.

give me a minute. you're the first person i've seen in ______.

i think about the sheer number of people who pulled together just to save my sorry ass, and i can barely comprehend it.

i represent progress, science, and the interplanetary future we’ve dreamed of for centuries.

they did it because every human being has a basic instinct to help each other out. it might not seem that way sometimes, but it’s true.

yes, there are assholes who just don’t care, but they’re massively outnumbered by the people who do.

#space memes #space rp memes #rp starters #rp memes #rp prompt #roleplay inbox prompts #roleplay meme #feel free to reblog and share!

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chaotic-mystery · 10 months

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ya know.. idk which Pedro character this would work for but I like the idea of him being surprised with a blowjob, a random blowjob just because reader is bored and wants to fuck with him, messing him up a bit, or distracting him in the background by playing pool and having no panties on or … something to make him just choke on his own drool. The man needs to have a taste of his own damn medicene. My first thought is random road head for Frankie, Joel or Javi. Or Din, if that’s possible… at all. Lol sorry for the novel but figured I’d throw ya something in your inbox

My god I instantly thought of Frankie.

He’d probably have you in the front seat on the way to go see Santi for dinner and your dress is riding up your thigh just a little bit, just enough for Frankie to put his hand on your bare knee. He’d rub shapes into your soft skin and he’s well aware that makes your head go fuzzy but he does it because it’s innocent, he has to be touching you in some way. He’s so focused on where he’s driving to he doesn’t even realize he’s halfway up your thigh now, but you notice.

You notice how good he looks with his shirt buttoned almost all the way, the glimmer of sweat on his skin from the humidity, the warm night just getting started. “You look amazing tonight baby, Santis gonna love you, I can feel it.” He grins and looks over at you and you match his grin, laying your hand flat on his thigh to reassure him you’re listening and you believe him. Your eyes can’t help but wander to his lap, in which you see a slight bulge forming in his pants. He’s so easy.

You silently get out of your seat belt and sit on your knees facing Frankie, who glances at you a few times trying to guess what you’re doing. “What’re you doing, honey? Oh, are you getting your sunglasses from the back seat?” He’s so blissfully unaware of what’s coming. Giggling under your breath, your hand once again finds his thigh. You lean over the center console of the truck, your fingers dancing up to his zipper and tugging it down as well as unbuttoning the fabric. Plunging straight into his underwear, you grab his half hard cock as you lean over fully, face inches away from his lap. Without a word you put his cock in your mouth and begin to suck.

“The hell are you doing?! We’re in the fucking truck where people can see us!” He shouts over the wind blowing through the windows and you pop the tip out of your mouth, looking at him with your head slightly cocked. “People? What people, sweetheart? There’s not one car out here on this road. If you want me to stop tell me to stop..” you trailed off as you made your way back down and licked the beads of pre-cum off the head before you shove his whole cock down your throat. “God damnnnn it you look so pretty doing that. Don’t stop please baby girl. Don’t stop.” He groans and places his hand on the back of your head, his eyes flicking between you and the road.

Grabbing his cock, you smack the tip on your tongue and look up at him, his mouth slightly dropped open before he grins at the wet feeling of the slaps. “You’re a fuckin’ dirty girl aren’t you? Jesus Christ- put it back down your throat.” He said through gritted teeth while he pushed your hair out of your way, looking at your beautiful eyes while he had the chance at a stop sign. “You’re going to fucking kill me.”

Your head bobbing up and down on his cock was something he was used to seeing, but in his truck? Well, that was a first. He moans louder as you lick the shaft from base to tip, swirling your tongue on the sensitive little spot right on the back of the head. Frankie’s grip on the steering wheel tightens as his knuckles turn white, cock beginning to twitch in your mouth.

As you moan against him, you deep throat his cock and let the head touch the back of your throat for a few seconds before reeling back a little bit. His cock twitches more and he starts leaking cum. “Don’t stop baby, I’m so close I’m gonna cum, please-“ he whimpers and grabs your hair to keep you steady as he half bucks his hips to fuck your mouth. His warm cum is sent straight down your throat as he groans your name over and over, filling your mouth rather quickly.

Frankie grows soft in your mouth as you swallow every last drop and you finally take his cock out from between your plush lips. He tucks himself back into his underwear and pants and takes his hat off, running a hand over his face and up through his hair. You sit up straight and buckle up like nothing happened, biting your lip to keep a smile from growing. Suddenly you both meet each others eyes and you laugh, the cloud of horny releasing you. “I’m gonna need some fucking tint on these windows if I’m gonna start seeing you more, aren’t I?” He asked and chuckled when you nodded your head quickly.

#frankie morales smut #frankie morales #triple frontier #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal #frankie x reader

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milkygothgf · 3 months

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(Drunk anon! -🍻)

Gosh, I swear, if I had half the motivation to focus on my WIPs as I do to message you, I'd have written a novel by now.

Anywhoozles, I was just reading that little thing you reblogged - you know, the one about being public, free use breeding stock for anyone with a dick to rape wherever and whenever they could get their hands on you, and how you said you would go outside wearing absolutely nothing but your collar, and how you'd enjoy it even more than the people raping you - you know the one.

Well, obviously, I couldn't resist daydreaming after seeing that, and I started thinking about what I would do. I mean, I'd fill you to the brim, but more specifically.

Maybe I'd pretend to be terrible at sex. Not terrible in the "this idiot can't get me off" way, but terrible in the way that hurts. Grab you in awkward ways, twist you and bend you like I learned anatomy from watching hentai. The new law says it's for repopulation, but I just keep dumping loads in your ass. Then, after every orgasm, I just go, "Aw, shoot, I forgot to switch holes. Oh well, guess we gotta try again!" Then just dive right back inside your sore, gaping, cum-stuffed asshole, leaving your needy little pussy absolutely nothing but the smack of my balls as stimulation.

Then I finally get it inside your pussy, and by then you're so, SO leaky and sensitive that you just can't help but scream. I have you on your back on the ground in some alleyway, both hands squeezing your fat udders, nails digging in your chest as I pump inside your womb over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over. Every thrust, I grunt between panting, "Get pregnant, get pregnant, get pregnant!! Get pregnant, get pregnant!!!"

It probably hurts - it definitely hurts so much - but I'm so overwhelmed with the clumsy, animalistic need to fill you up in every way I can, I simply can't help myself. <3

I uh I um uh uh uh sorry fuck what I'm . brain broke. gone. fuCk jesus christ if i spent less time thinking about the messages yiu fucking sende me maybe i could woek on MY wips holhyy shit

#ALSO SMART TAG #GLAD ONE OF US IS IN A HEADSPACE TO THINK #🍻#milky answers #fav #favfavfavfavfvadavdvvafafacacafavz #r@pe fantasy #hard k1nk #cnc k!nk #breeding k1nk #rough cnc

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parttimesiffrinfulltimeproblem · 1 year

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Hi thank you for the greyson tags you’re the only person who understands my vision <3

oh my god literally the thing about greyson is he's so implacable he's not just like the sort of bland everyman protagonist that authors use for readers to project onto he's just Like That. he flirts with the coolest person ever by being a complete idiot like. things happen to him and it's so funny every time it's like every other character is in a dystopian novel and greyson is in some elaborate seinfeld episode (ive never seen seinfeld) and even though his actions have weight due to events around him everything he does is so fucking funny. his surname is tolliver and youll never believe who he becomes. he's fascinating he's my babygirl I want to study him under a microscope. im so sorry for the rant but I cannot stop thinking about this man he is such an enigma. I honestly think he's the best instance that I've seen of Just Some Guy as a protagonist/deuteragonist in a story filled with people who fit the genre (which makes him fit the genre and tone of the story in such an interesting way) which is clearly due to shusterman's amazing writing but jesus christ there will never be another greyson tolliver he is the character ever

tl;dr: im picking him up like a bouncy ball and throwing him against the wall

#apologies for the absolute rant there #ty for the ask!!!!!#lyf laugh love #hes so silly I have no idea im obsessed with him #this makes me want to write another jerico x Greyson fic #the only one ive written was one where. Greyson dies #over 2 years ago #yet another example of how inexplicable this is #type of guy to make you write the first fic where you kill off a character #I love him #aoas #arc of a scythe #greyson tolliver

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lloydfrontera · 4 months

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Just wanted to share this song (Come With Me by Chxrlotte) that has Lloyjavi vibes (especially in light of what happens later in the novel)

Also given the artist's name, imagine Charlotte in universe writing about how "good friends" her dad and his knight are

abso-fucking-lutely crying at the idea of adult charlotte thinking back to her childhood memories of her father and his very good friend and going "wait a second" 😭

i don't know what's funnier. if she figures it out by herself. or if she's innocently recounting old memories to a friend only for them to go "sorry what did you say your dad and his knight did every night 👁👄👁" "they went to uncle javier's room so dad could sing him a lullaby and sometimes dad had to stay the night to help him fall asleep😊🤗" "..." "what? what is it? why are you making that face?" "... are you in the right headspace to receive information that could possibly hurt you?"

i'm sorry i went completely off track this is just so funny to me akjsddasjds

the song itself is beautiful and so goddamn appropriate oh my god this is literally them i'm gonna throw up

But when heaven and hell do collide Know that I'll always be there by your side [...] You know I'd follow you through hell and fight off demons, as well [...] Take my hand and we'll face the end of time Let's take a stand against fate's design I said, "I can't bear to see the end" And you said, "Close your eyes and count to ten" [...] I knew you'd follow me to hell and fight off angels, as well [...] And after six thousand years, if the world disappears I'd fight angels and demons to find you, my dear I hear heavenly sounds in my head when you're near I'm alright now you're here

like??? i'm sorry can i fucking help you??? hi?? hello?????? this couldn't be more about them if it fucking tried oh god

this is literally all i'm gonna be listening to for the next week jesus fucking christ why did you do this to me i'm never gonna be normal again o(TヘTo)

definitely going to the playlist thank you so much!!

#hey i got an ask #estajay #tged #the greatest estate developer #charlotte magentano #llojavi

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lovelytsunoda · 2 years

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night changes // lance stroll

summary: an overview of moments in lance and y/n’s relationship

pairing: lance stroll x fem!reader

warnings: a brief mention of sex and pregnancy

authors note: literally my first time writing anything on here so for the love of god please be gentle 🤞🏼 positive feedback and reblogs would be appreciated.

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manchester, england. august 2022

the couple lay tangled in an embrace, tan comforter tangled around their bodies as they slept.

lance woke up first, a hazy smile on his face the half light. on the table next to him, his sliver wedding ring lay next to his airpods and their charger. across the room, the window was propped open against the summer heat, an IKEA crib settled against the wall underneath.

the aston martin driver smiled to himself as he remembered the drunken boys night with sebastian, esteban, alexander and checo where they had all tried to put the baby furniture together, the two drivers who actually had kids choosing not to help and instead watching the youngsters struggle over open bottles of guinness.

he turned his head away from the crib, looking over at the woman sleeping next to him, messy hair sprawled on the pillows and bags under her eyes from all the sleep she had lost from nights where their daughter simply would not stop crying. lance knew he didnt look any better, and lord knows seb reminded him of that every day.

but y/n stroll was the love of his life, and she looked perfect anyways.

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toronto, canada. june 2019

there were a few days to spare before the canadian grand prix in montreal and a couple of the drivers had decided to go to toronto to catch a jays game before the race. there were three hours until first pitch, and in an attempt to find a greek restaurant, the youngest of the drivers had gotten hopelessly lost.

“how the fuck are we lost!” lando norris was the first to complain, leaning shop window for one of the many marijuana dispensaries popping up in the toronto area. ”according to google maps, greektown is literally only two streets!”

“why the hell is it called greek ‘town’, then?” charles leclerc pitched in

“i have no idea.” pierre gasly groaned. “ask lance, he’s the one who grew up here.”

lance rolled his eyes. “i grew up in quebec, jackass. not ontario. i’m as lost as you are.”

“why don’t we just ask for directions?” charles asked, looking down at the map on his phone. “it’s not that hard.”

“yeah, lando, it’s not that hard.” pierre whined, hungry and annoyed. “we’ll miss the game at this rate. are you sure that we didn't just get off at the wrong subway stop or something?”

“jesus christ.” lance mumbled under his breath, heading up the street in an attempt just to find some peace and quiet.

for a formula one driver, lance isn’t always the most aware of his surroundings. mid you, she wasn’t either.

he was walking past an indie bookstore, just a few doors down from where the other young drivers were still arguing about the merits of asking for directions when lance crashed head on into the young woman leaving the bookstore. the paper bag she was holding ripped, sending four paperback mystery novels falling to the sidewalk.

“holy shit, i am so, so sorry.” lance gushed, kneeling down to help her pick up the books. “are you okay?”

she looked up, and lance was instantly taken in by her eyes. her magnificent eyes, like seas of color and emotion that he could get lost in.

“i’m okay.” her voice was like honey, the sweetest sound that the racing point driver could ever imagine.

“i’m sorry about your books.” he said as they both got back to their feet.

she shook her head. “it’s okay. no harm done.”

lance passed her the two books he was holding, as well as holding out his palm for a handshake before realizing that her hands were all full. “I’m lance.” he said awkwardly

she smiled, and it lit up her whole face. “y/n.”

at that point, lando, pierre and charles had stopped arguing with each other and were watching lance and y/n very closely, cheeky smiles on their faces as they watched the two exchange phone numbers and promise to keep in touch.

lance would talk to her almost every single day after that, and endless sea of chaotic text messages and facetime calls. after the third or so call, he came clean about being a race car driver with racing point f1.

y/n had laughed at him, and told him that he wasn’t european enough to be an f1 driver, and that he didn’t have a hot enough accent.

she meant it as a joke, but really, she didn’t believe he was telling the truth.

until he told her what team he was on, and she googled “lance, racing point f1″.

“i stand corrected, mr strulovitch.” she grinned on the other end of the facetime call. “so what fancy city are you in right now?”

he smiled before standing up and going to the hotel room window to show y/n the view. “baku, in azerbaijan.”

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monza, italy. 2020

y/n came to her first race in 2020, the strangest of all the seasons amidst the ongoing pandemic. lance told her that she didn’t have to, that he’d make a stopover in toronto next time he had a chance, but y/n was insistent. she needed a break from school, and had always wanted to go to italy anyways.

monza lacked the energy that most of the races usually had. because of the pandemic, the stands were empty, and the track was quiet. lance didn’t like it, the silence depressed him.

but he felt better because she was there.

he and checo were preparing for the race while the mechanics messed with the last few things on the car. y/n was with the engineers, and they were walking her through some of the more finer technical points of the sport.

lance was starstruck, wondering how on earth he was dating her, the most beautiful, brilliant and incredible human being on the planet. he stood next to his bright pink car, race suit hanging low around his hips, and just watched.

checo came up next to the boy, nudging him in the side. “so that’s why you’ve been in such a good mood lately. the neverending stream of facetime calls and text messages that make you giggle like a little girl.”

lance blushed, pale features turning pink. “shut up, man. i think i love her.”

y/n looked over at her boyfriend from the pit wall, a chunky pair of headphones on her head so that she could listen in to the race while she watched, a huge smile on her face as she flashed him a thumbs up

checo clapped him on the shoulders. “let’s give her a good race, kid.”

and a good race it was.

lance came in second, the entire racing point team rushing to the finish line to cheer him on as the chequered flag waved. y/n was glowing against the overcast sky as lance started his cool-down lap, nothing but pride in her chest as she watched the little pink car follow the leading alphatauri around the track another time, an orange mclaren not far behind.

as soon as lance got out of the car, he threw his helmet into the arms of a waiting mechanic and ran straight for y/n, sweeping her off her feet and spinning her around, before kissing her madly as the team went wild, and there was no doubt in anybody’s mind that the skysports cameras that had been covering the victory for the two smaller teams were also covering the kiss.

after the two broke away from their magical moment for some air, lance pulled her close, draping his sweaty body over hers as he attempted to slow his breathing.

“i love you so fucking much.”

that night was the first time either of them had said it, returning to the hotel to spend every second of the italian night wrapped up in each other, clothes strewn over the backs of chairs, a bra hanging from the bathroom doorknob, sheets a tangled mess around them as she moaned his name, both of them truly in love with the other.

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manchester, england. fall of 2020

packing up her life and moving to manchester with lance should have been the hardest thing that y/n ever did. but it wasn’t. she had family there, family she had hardly even ever met. showing up to her uncle’s house in stockport in an aston martin with a formula one driver on her arm was certainly one way to make an impression on her extended family.

lance was in abu dhabi for most of the move, and his heart ached at the idea of not being able to share such an important milestone in their relationship at home, with y/n at his side. he took solace in knowing that abu dhabi was the last race of the season, and that he’d be home to his lover very soon.

y/n promised she would wait up for him. her uncle promised to pick lance up from the airport, an arrangement she wasn't sure she completely trusted, and she was nervous as hell about waiting for him to come home. she had watched every second of the race, and knew it wasn't one of lance’s better results. she wanted nothing more than to wrap him up in her arms and never let him go.

she was lying in bed when he came home, duvet pulled tight around her body as she lay on her side, e-reader plugged into the wall with a cord that wasn't long enough to make it to the bed. all of her books were still in boxes. very few boxes had been unpacked, just enough that lance wasn’t going to come home to an empty house.

the bedroom door creaked open, and lance slipped inside, overwhelmed with love when he saw y/n lying in bed, face scrunched up in that adorably sexy way she got whenever she read a book she was super into.

she was so engrossed in her book, that she didn’t even notice that he had come home. lance smiled to himself, slipping out of his jeans and sliding in between the cotton sheets to wrap his arms around y/n.

��hey, my love.”

she smiled as lance nuzzled his nose into her neck, giggling as he tried to slip a hand up the oversized concert shirt she’d worn to bed, his finger caressing the hemline of her underwear.

“hey, lance.” she awkwardly turned her head to give him a quick kiss before turning back to her book. “one more chapter, and then i’m yours.”

lance laughed, a hearty sound that y/n never got tired of hearing. “that’s what you always say. i bet we’ll both be asleep before then.”

“how domestic of us.”

he gently kissed her neck. “i love you.”

“i love you too.”

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mykonos, greece. summer 2021

there were exactly five weeks in between silverstone and whatever the fuck came after, but lance didn’t care. as soon as silverstone was wrapped up, he grabbed y/n and the two of them ran like hell from the track, breaking more british traffic laws than they could count on the way to the airport.

once they were on the plane, lance turned off his phone. he didn’t want to hear anything from the team while he was in greece. nothing was going to spoil his vacation, because he was about to do something he couldn’t take back.

he was going to ask y/n to marry him.

right now, the girl in question was asleep against his shoulder, and all the aston martin driver could think about was how ungodly lucky he was to even have met y/n in the first place.

thank god that lando norris was so bad with directions.

it was their fifth day in mykonos before lance finally decided to make a move.

they were at the beach together: lance attempting to keep up with his fitness regime, lest his trainer get pissed off when he returned to england, and y/n was curled up on a beach towel with a hardcover book in hand.

after finishing his workout set, lance returned to the beach towel, sitting directly behind y/n and pulling her flush against his chest. he kissed her hair gently before asking her to put the book down.

“there’s something i want to show you.”

“can it wait until i finish the chapter?”

lance smiled, internally rolling his eyes. “how many pages are left in the chapter?”

she pushed her sunglasses onto the top of her head, counting the pages left in that chapter before turning to her lover. “like eight? i only just started the chapter, babe.”

“then it can wait.” lance chuckled, pressing a bookmark in between the pages before shutting the hardcover an prying it from his girlfriend’s hand before helping her to her feet.

“lance, where are we even going?”

“just wait, you’ll see!”

they were at the edge of a cliff overlooking the whole island.

y/n smiled widely, looking over the edge of the cliff. “lance, this is bloody incredible.”

lance grinned, getting down on one knee, a crushed velvet box in his hand. y/n stared at him, clapping one hand over her mouth. “lance...”

“y/n y/l/n, will you do me the absolute honor of marrying me?”

“yes!”

it was a quiet wedding, exactly six months later, on the same greek island. his family, her family, and at their own bloody insistence, every driver on the grid. sebastian was lance’s best man, and nobody had ever seen the driver look that proud.

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manchester, england. march 2022.

since becoming y/n stroll, she had rarely ever missed a race, taking time off work more often than her bosses would have liked and working remotely from a hotel room.

so to miss lance’s season opener was a punch in the gut.

it was the day before they were due to leave for bahrain, and y/n had spent the entire morning throwing up. the smell of the candle in the couple’s living room made her nauseous, even though the citrus scent had never done that before. and she was tired all the time,

“sweetheart, i don’t love the idea of leaving you here.” lance’s voice was full of concern as he lay on the couch with his wife, their bodies a tangle of limbs as he cradled her body close, inhaling her hair.

“lance, i’ll be fine. there’s already a chance that sebastian is going to miss qualifying, i don’t want you to leave your team without both drivers.”

“promise me that you’ll call if you need anything?”

“i promise. i love you, lance.”

when lance came back home five days later, y/n already looked better. her skin was glowing, and she had a bright grin on her face as her husband stepped through the front doorway.

“welcome home, my love.” she cooed, wrapping her arms around lance’s neck before pressing up on her toes to give him a kiss. “I have a surprise for you.”

lance raised an eyebrow. “a surprise?”

“yes, silly. a surprise.” she took lances hand and lead him through the small house and up the stairs to the master bedroom. the only bedroom, since both spare rooms had been turned into other things: a simulator room for lance and home office/library for y/n.

when they got to the master bedroom, lance looked really confused. “it’s a box from IKEA.”

y/n smiled. “look a little closer, honey.”

lance knelt down next to the cardboard box to look at the drawing on the side while his wife slipped into the ensuite bathroom.

“babe, why do we have an IKEA crib?”

y/n came out of the ensuite bathroom, a stuffed elephant in her hands and a wide grin on her face as she passed lance the stuffed animal before reaching into the waistband of her jeans for the little plastic test. she pressed the test into lance’s hand, and his eyes went wide, a grin on his face.

“you’re pregnant?”

y/n nodded, unable to say anything before lance swept her into his arms, attacking her face with kisses.

“we’re going to be parents, y/n this is incredible!”

“i love you so much.”

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lance was snapped out of his reverie by movement in the bed next to him.

“do you always stare at me while i’m sleeping?” y/n’s voice was groggy, a stupid grin on her face as she attempted to snuggle closer to her husband, leaning up to place a chaste kiss on his lips.

“only if i wake up first.” lance smiled calmly, pulling y/n closer.

as lance was about to comment on how quiet and peaceful their house finally was, he could hear soft cries coming from the crib in the corner. when y/n moved to get up, he insisted that his wife lay back down.

“i’ve got it, my love. you carried her for nine months, this is the least that I can do.”

she smiled, squeezing his hand.

“i love you, lance stroll.”

#lance stroll #f1 x reader #formula one x reader #f1 imagine #lance stroll x reader #formula 1 #lance is a cutie who needs more love #lance stroll x y/n #aston martin f1 #yall are sleeping on my best canadian boy #formula one #lovelytsunodas one direction series

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Was being a gay man in the Amish community a problem?

Are there alot of gay Amish men?

Will you share your coming out story?

The answer to these questions could be rather lengthy and involved, but I’ll try to be concise.

Firstly, I was not raised in a conservative Old Order Amish community. My faith background is Mennonite (Swiss Brethren) & Pentecostal. I do have Amish ancestry as well. But in any of those churches, being homosexual would be an issue. It is taboo, and I have seen in the Amish community, you either leave or stay “ in the closet “ in a kind of “don’t ask , don’t tell” situation.

I have never met any openly gay Amish folk, but do know several gay ex-Amish men and a couple of gay Mennonites. It is my understanding that only the most modern/less conservative Mennonite Church is “gay affirming”. I worked with and still do business with Old Order Amish businesses and as a heteronormative gay man, have never had an issue. Only when asked about my wife or children, does it get a bit awkward for a moment, but Amish bachelors or unmarried women are not unheard of.

My “coming out” was rather tumultuous and traumatic. My life was my family, my church, and school. I do know that I had an attraction to men from an early age of about 5 yrs. of age. I always thought that one day I would meet the girl I was supposed to marry, it would be like getting hit with a lightning bolt, and I would finally feel the way I was supposed to feel sexually toward women.

When I was either 21 or 22 , I was working myself through college, but living at home. A guy I worked with had just gotten out of the Navy, and he invited me to go out. I thought ‘Oh boy, I bet he wants to go out and pick up girls’! But he came out to me , I told him I had thoughts about sex with men , and he pretty much showed me about gay life and sex.

I lived at home closeted for a couple of years, ( I was the baby in the family and last one to leave home), and had lots of guilt. One day my snooping stepmother found a novel in my room about “coming out”. ( my mother had died when I was 15) . She and my dad confronted me , I admitted that I thought I was gay, there was lots of yelling and crying , and I was basically kicked out, and physically kicked by my stepmother.

Anyway, I was away from my family for about a year, but my sister called and said they wanted me home for the holidays. So I went home and we reconciled with that “don’t ask, don’t tell” situation.

My husband thinks I have some PTSD from my coming out situation and I suppose that’s true as it is for many gay youth from my generation.

I would like to say that I have never lost my faith in Jesus Christ, and consider myself His follower. I had a most wonderful mother for fifteen years and she taught me about Him. About love, patience, empathy, forgiveness, and non-violence.

Sorry, once again I am not brief!

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Robin and steve accidentally join the mafia

I couldnt stop thinking about this post by @qprstobin so wrote a lil bit based on an idea in there

It's been about two years since vecna's defeat, and after two years of some of Robin and Steves most awful jobs in chicago. One month into this one and they've finally found peace.

"Okay can we be real here?" Rob waves a slice of pizza as they sit in the store room of the warehouse-like antique shop they work at. "The boss is lovely, I mean seriously! But isn't it weird that we've met his entire family?"

Steve squints at Robin from the couch. "I don't think so? Maybe this is what, like… Italians are supposed to be like."

"Aren't you Italian?"

"Yeah but my family was fucked up. Everyone's so close with Boss it's like, a clan almost." He settles his hands on top of his chest. To be frank it's the best couch he's ever been on.

"I think it's about time we start accepting the fact that they might be like. Mafia." Steve looks at her to continue. But she's too busy eating the last of her pizza, avoiding the crust.

She finishes and hands the crust to steve.

"I mean, the store is practically empty! Barely anyone shops here!" Okay that's true, it's almost like family video but instead of stocking shelves for new movies, their boss Mr. De Luka or one of his 'cousins' will drop off something so they can slap a price tag on it and find a good place to put it.

"Mmm but why would we care? We're not doing anything wrong! Plus are you gonna look Mrs. De Luka in the eyes and say 'oh sorry ma'am' which you know she hates! And go 'we won't come to dinner tonight on account of maybe you being the Italian mob!"

Robin cringes hard. Steve huffs in victory. Mrs. De Luka was a tall and beautiful woman with angular features, a roman nose, and hair the exact same color as Steve's. She was a force to be reckoned with. She may bake some of the best cream cake but she's also steadfast and can settle a table of eight full grown men with just a slap of her hand against it.

"Ugh. That's not fair, saying no to her is impossible, she's like… so incredibly hot."

Steve scrunched up his nose. "Ew robin dont say that she's like a parental figure."

"She's more like a friend's mom!"

"Yeah! My mom!"

Robin points an accusing finger "Ahah! So you admit it. She's practically your mother!"

Steve chokes on the last bite of his pizza crust, he sits up and hammers on his chest. "Jesus Christ, no robin she's not my mother!" He coughs out

Robin throws her hands up "I didn't say that. I said practically! Hell, Angelo calls you cousin!" Steve narrows his eyes… Angelo Ricci is their boss's cousin, actual, biological cousin. Because as Steve and Robin have learned, some of the cousins or aunts or uncles are just unrelated people they call family.

"Should you be calling him by his first name? He's old enough to be your dad."

Robin actually stops and sits back in her chair. "If he was my dad that would be weird." Steve nods.

"Because of Amara?"

"Yes."

Amara Ricci… Steve can still remember the first time they met.

[-]

It had to be at least a week after they were hired. Mr. De Luka thanked them both for being great employees and asked them if they would have dinner with his family. Mr. De Luka wasn't like Keith, and neither was his store. It seemed genuinely family owned, and Mr. De Luka himself was much kinder, and seemed to actually care. Which was novel considering their last boss told one of them if one of them got killed during a stick up, to not sue him because 'he warned us'."

They both took a cab to the house, which wasn't really a house but a manor. It was huge, and Steve thought he had seen huge. Turns out Midwest standards are nothing on city ones. Robin and Steve knocked on the door, that's when they met Mrs De Luka. She was harsh but loving, and most importantly. Insisted on being called Helena, or Ma.

There were so many people in the house, they only set about trying to find their boss and at least get to know his immediate family. Sure enough, halfway into the conversation with the man. Another man walked up to him and clapped him on the back. This man called their boss 'Carlo' and introduced himself, Angelo, his wife Luna, and finally their kids.

Behind them was a girl just about their age maybe a few years older. She was short and had Angelos curly black hair, Luna's tanned skin, and an arched nose that clearly came from Mr. De Luka. Robin lost her breath, and stumbled. She stumbled so hard her shoulder bashed against Steve and he got to witness his best friend make possibly the most hurried introduction ever. Luckily the girl, Amara, just laughed.

Next to him was her brother Dante, who was notably younger. When Steve looked at him he felt a pang in his chest. If he squinted his eyes and tilted his head to the left he almost looked like Dustin. And just about the right age too.

Finally they all sat down for dinner. Robin and Steve sit shoulder to shoulder. Robin across from Amara and him across from Angelo. An older woman sat at the end of the table. Helena's mother, Mrs Ricci, and to her left her husband Mr. Ricci. To say Steve was shocked was.. an understatement, in any dinner parties his family had him attend, there was always a man at the head of the table. Steve likes to think that that's when he started to feel a bit more comfortable.

The dinner went on incredibly long, eating was interrupted by conversations, bickering, and drinking. But it was amazing. By the end of the night, when Mr. De Luka and Angelo walked them out; they were both smiling. exhausted, maybe, but happy. Angelo slapped his shoulder and said 'cousin, come by anytime.' Mr. De Luka had walked back inside at Helena's call so the other man leaned forward. 'you two make my little brother happy, I've not seen it in a while.'

#robin buckley #professional problem stevie #steve harrington #stranger things #mafia au #and not really #comedy #short ficlet #ficlet #fanfic #fanfiction #dustin henderson #mention #calling people unrelated to you cousin #which I stole from the bear #because im not even close to Italian #seriously im Asian what the fuck is with this is it even real?

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