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does anyone ever read a fanfic about the winchester sister that goes like, where dean, sam, and their sister meet their alternate version. but the alternate version of dean and sam lost their sister a long time ago. and the alternate version of dean and sam just shock to see their "sister" again. yeah the fanfic goes about like that. it's mostly a fluff. if im not quite wrong, it's like their Apocalypse version. oh and there's like a part where the sister singing

I don't remember where i read it, and now i cannot find it 😭. Please help if you know what I mean

warming up

franco colapinto x teammate!reader

summary: franco is determined to make his teammate feel better with the perfect warm sweater.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: franco is slightly obsessed with reader, not much franco x reader action but still cute! two mentions of ‘yn’, shameless and jealous franco.

You had seriously underestimated how cold Vegas would actually be. 

It seemed like everyone had warned you, ‘Bring sweaters, it will get cold’ they said, and yet you chose to ignore them. So your situation could’ve easily been avoided. 

You gazed at Liam Lawson from the other side of the paddock, wishing nothing more that you were in his position, wrapped up in a blanket sitting right next to a heater. 

You sighed, imagining what you would feel like if you were in his position, you were so focused that you didn't see or hear your teammate walk up behind you. 

Franco looked at you with a smile, although he frowned when he realized you weren’t giving him his desired attention, he followed your gaze over to Liam, who was in the middle of an interview. 

“What are we looking at?” he whispered in your ear, ignoring your slight jump. 

“Jesus Franco,” you muttered, trying to calm yourself, “Liam looks real warm right now.” 

Franco nodded, rolling his eyes slightly, “Yes. Because he had a blanket. Do you not see that?”

You gave him a look, “Of course, I see that. That is the whole point. I want to be warm.” 

Franco gave you a look over, keeping his eyes on your bare arms, where he could see the cold making your hair stand up, he smiled, “Ah. Are you cold?” 

“I can’t feel my fingers,” you mumbled, keeping your eyes forward, on Liam. 

Franco frowned, holding back on asking why exactly you didn't bring a sweater, his stomach felt nauseous at the sight of you gazing at Liam with so much want. 

Now, you weren’t exactly looking at Liam, more so his body temperature, but still, Franco would give anything to have you gaze at him. 

He gasped, his face brightening, if he got you a sweater, there was no way you would be staring at Liam like that, you would be staring at him like that. 

“I will be right back.” he spoke firmly, starting to back away, “Do not leave.” you watched him over your shoulder, giggling as he fumbled into a sprint. 

—

“No, too ugly…” Franco mumbled to himself as he threw the sweater behind him, he pulled another from his small driver’s room closet, “No, too blue…” He threw this one behind him as well. Not noticing it landed on his trainer. 

The man in question jumped in shock, pulling the Williams-style sweater off his head, “What the..” he mumbled, turning to Franco, who held up a knitted sweater, “Perfect..” he heard Franco whisper. 

The trainer stared briefly, watching Franco go back scavenging through his closet. The trainer could only roll his eyes before slowly walking out of the room. 

“I should get her two.” Franco whispered to himself, “In case she doesn’t like one of them..” he nodded to himself, continuing to throw sweaters he didnt deem fit behind him. 

After ten minutes of back and forth, Franco existed his driver’s room content, he was going to be your night and shining armor, and then you’ll look at Franco with all the love in the world because he was the one to get you warm and cozy.  

Just as he was going to make his way over to the media pen, where he had left you, he was pulled aside by your manager.

“(Y/N) was looking for you.” she informed him, Franco grumbled to himself, “I told her to stay in place, tonta.” (dummy) 

“She got cold.” The woman defended you, “You left her out there…she waited for ten minutes.”

Franco held up the two sweaters in his arm with a frown, “I got her sweaters, so she would not be cold.” 

Your manager eyes him with a smirk, “You spent ten minutes finding a sweater to give her?”

Franco shrugged, “I wanted to make sure they were warm.” 

The woman tilted her head, “You know we have a merch store full of sweaters, right?”

Franco turned to her in disgust, “Mierda, those sweaters are like this,” he held his thumb and index together, “They are not warm. They need to be warm.” (shit)

“So you are giving her your sweaters?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think that will make her fall in love with you?”

Franco leaned back in offense, “I do not need to make her fall for me…” he paused, “She is already in love with me, she just does not know it yet.” 

The woman nodded with pursed lips, “Yeah because that’s a totally sane thing to say.”

Franco simply rolled his eyes, having had this conversation one too many times. So what if his obsession with you was just slightly worrying? It was all going to work out in the end, he just knew it. “Do you know where she went?” 

Your manager thought for a moment. “She mentioned being hungry, so she probably went up to eat.” 

And with that, Franco went off with a sprint. 

—

Out of breath, and slight sweating, Franco entered the Williams dining room, eyes sweeping over the place with quick eyes. Only to feel a rush of disappointment when he didn't spot you. 

He let out a deep disappointed sigh as he took a seat at the bar. The bartender watched him as he wallowed in pity. 

Franco continued to let out deep, soul-searching sighs, catching the attention of those around him, the bartender walked but to him with an awkward smile, sliding over a glass of water. 

“Hey Franco,” she started, he glanced up at her with a small smile, “You okay?” she whispered, leaning in, there were all different kinds of people around them, investors, fans, journalists, and no doubt searching for a bit of drama to hold onto, the last thing she wanted was for this interaction to be first-page news tomorrow morning. 

“No.” Franco was blunt, “Was (Y/N) here?” 

The lady nodded, “Yeah she just left actually. She got her usual–” 

“Hot chocolate, whipped cream, caramel drizzle.” the two coursed. 

The bartender leaned back, impressed, “You really know her.” 

Franco shrugged, “She’ll be my wife one day, I need to know what she likes.”

The lady laughed, “Oh yeah? Does she know that?”

Franco tilted his head, “No sé. I don't think it's a secret that I like her.” (I don't know.)

The woman agreed; this was not the first time she’d heard about Franco being in love with you. It seemed like every time he and she talked, he managed to somehow make the conversation about you. 

Now, she didn't know if the feelings were one-sided, the way you looked at Franco certainly made her think they weren't.

She hummed, “Well she took her hot chocolate to go, so I don't know where she went.”

Franco nodded, slowly moving off the chair, his sweaters both tightly secure in his clutch, “Okay then. If she comes back, tell her I'm looking for her.”

—

Franco was late to the fan stage, he had been so busy looking for you that he had lost track of time, and now he was being yelled at by his manager through the phone, demanding to know where he was. 

It took him two minutes to run from the garage to the fan stage, he was recorded who knows how many times, and he was no doubt trending right now. 

He had thrown the two sweaters in the arms of his manager when he arrived, wasting no time climbing the small steps up to the stage. 

What he saw made his stomach drop, there you were in all your glory, wearing no other than a…mclaren puffer jacket. And you were talking to no other than…Lando Norris. 

God, the smile on your face made Franco want to claw his eyes out, Lando had never been that funny. 

Franco ignored the fans yelling his name, instead he squeezed in between you and Lando, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Hello,” he mumbled, keeping his eyes on you. 

Lando looked over at you with an amused smile before walking away, shaking his head slightly. 

“Hi?” you questioned, glancing over to the fan’s direction weary, thankfully they seemed to be paying attention to Lando and Oscar, the latter seemingly saying something funny. 

“I was looking for you.” 

You winced, “Sorry but I got really cold, and then I got really hungry…” 

Franco smiled softly, "It's okay…” he glanced down at your attire, “What are you wearing?” 

You broke out into a smile, “Do you like it? Lando gave it to me, he said I looked cold.” 

“I don't like it,” Franco stated simply, you leaned back, an offended look on your face. “Okay. Rude.” 

“It’s really ugly, “ he continued, “You should change.” 

You huffed, “I didn't bring any sweaters!” 

Franco held up a finger before moving away. You rolled your eyes, moving back to the others on stage. 

A couple minutes later you felt someone's presence behind you, you jumped slightly, feeling someone pulling on your jacket, looking back you saw Franco, a look on his face. 

“Take this off,” he mumbled, you glanced to his shoulder, where two knitted sweaters lay. “Porfa?” he pleaded, seeing the hesitation on your face. (please) 

Later that night, as the fan stage was wrapping up, Franco walked up to Lando, handing him the Mclaren jacket with a smile, “She didn't want it…” he muttered, “And she doesn't want you.” he added as an afterthought, shooting the Mclaren driver a smile before walking over to you. 

Hey love the leclerc sister ❤️ can you do maybe that we won in monza her reaction and the family reaction please ?

Hiii guys. I hope you enjoy reading this and thank you soo much for all the support. I promise, I'll try to write the other requests as soon as possible. However, I currently find it easier to write Leclerc!sister stories. So if you have some ideas, my requests are open for them. (they are open for all ideas. Btw, I'm so happy that Charles won. He is literally my favourite driver. However, I'm very unhappy with the way Lando is currently acting (it's just my opinion, please respect that) Enjoy reading!!! -XoXo

He won in Monaco, he wins in Monza

One of the interviewers, addressing Charles who was seated alongside Lewis and Nico in the media room, asked, “A question for Charles. I hope I’m not being disrespectful with this question, but it is about your little sister. Why is Monza her first race appearance and not Monaco, and why did it take so long for her to attend a race weekend?”

It was Thursday, and the only topic on everyone’s lips was the attendance of YN Caroline Pascale Florence Leclerc. When the Leclerc family entered the paddock today, the sight of the young Monegasque girl walking between her older brothers not only surprised the fans but also caught the media’s attention, as it was her first-ever Formula 1 appearance.

Charles responded to the first part of the question with a smile, "Ah, yes. I’ve been asked that a lot today. Well, it’s actually quite simple. My sister wasn’t in Monaco to see the race in person because she was at home with our grandmother, watching the race together. Since the start of my Formula 1 career, my sister and grandmother have always watched the races together at my grandmother’s home. There are a couple of reasons for this tradition: 1. My sister was too young to attend the paddock a few years ago. With all the media and fans, it would have been quite overwhelming for her. 2. My grandmother isn’t very healthy anymore, so it’s easier for her to stay at home, where it’s cooler, and she can relax in peace. So, this has become their Monaco Race tradition, and I wouldn’t want to ruin that just because people are wondering where YN is."

Before Charles could address the second part of the question, Lewis interjected, preventing the reporters from probing further. “That is a really sweet tradition. And Charles is right. Why should he ruin a family tradition, or in this case, a grandmother-granddaughter tradition, just because the fans and media think YN must attend the Grand Prix in person? From the sounds of it, all parties seem happy with how things are.”

Nico, who had been listening intently, nodded in agreement and added, “Absolutely. Family traditions are important, and it’s heartwarming to hear about the bond between your sister and grandmother. It’s not always about being physically present at the races; it’s about the shared experience and the memories they create together.”

Charles smiled thankfully at Lewis and Nico before agreeing with them. “Yeah, everyone is happy with how things are, and it doesn’t matter because, in the end, we always have a nice big family dinner with everyone. For the second part of your question about why it took so long for my sister to make an appearance, there is also a simple answer. My sister recently turned 18 years old, meaning she now counts as an adult. However, when I started in Formula 1, she was only 12 years old, meaning she was a little girl. My family and I had a long talk about this when I first started racing, and none of us felt comfortable with the thought of her getting swarmed by the media or fans at such a young age. We wanted her to be able to go to school or meet up with friends without getting photographed all the time. As some of you might have seen, I only posted pictures of my sister where her face was covered up just for privacy. But now she is 18 years old, she made the decision to attend this weekend, so I’ll respect that. However, I still ask everybody to not swarm her and leave her as much privacy as possible. She is here to watch the race and not to be the new art piece for social media."

With the strong words from the Ferrari driver, the media stopped asking questions about the youngest Leclerc, making her brother's life a bit easier this weekend.

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The next few days passed quickly and YN enjoyed every minute with it. Not only was the young girl able to see her brothers all of the time, but everybody was also so nice to her. AT the Ferrari garage, the mechanics always greeted her and answered all her questions. The other team members were always quick to inform YN about the newest paddock Gossip over some watermelon and strawberry gelato. Carlos, her brothers team mate, told her all of Charles embarrassing stories, making her laugh till she cried. And the best part for her was, that her family was always there as well. And before she could even blink, it was finally race day.

The air was electric at the Autodromo Nazionale Monza, where the excitement of the Formula 1 race filled the atmosphere with palpable energy. YN, a bright-eyed girl with a heart full of enthusiasm, stood between her two older brothers, Arthur and Lorenzo. The three of them wore matching Ferrari shirts, their faces painted with the iconic red logo.

“Can you believe we’re finally here?” YN exclaimed, her eyes sparkling as she took in the sprawling racetrack and the roaring engines.

“I know! It’s incredible!” Arthur replied, grinning broadly. He ruffled her hair affectionately. “You’re going to love this, YN. Just wait until the race starts!”

Lorenzo leaned in closer, his voice a mix of excitement and pride. “And just think, you’re going to see Charles out there racing! This is his second home track!”

YN's eyes widened with joy. “I can’t wait! I’ve watched him on TV, but seeing him in person is going to be amazing!”

As the cars lined up on the starting grid, the atmosphere thickened with anticipation. The siblings exchanged glances, feeling the thrill of the moment. Suddenly, the crowd erupted into cheers as the drivers took their positions, and YN jumped up and down.

“Look! There he is!” YN pointed excitedly as Charles, her older brother, appeared on the screen, adjusting his helmet and climbing into his Ferrari.

“Go, Charles!” Arthur shouted, pumping his fist in the air. Lorenzo joined in, his voice booming, “You’ve got this, Charles! Show them what you’re made of!”

With the race about to begin, YN felt a flutter of nerves mixed with excitement. “What if he sees us?” she asked, her voice a mixture of hope and anxiety.

“He will! He always looks for us,” Lorenzo assured her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “And he’ll be so happy to see you here for your first race!”

The lights turned green, and the cars shot off the line, the sound of engines roaring like a symphony of speed. YN’s eyes were glued to the track, her heart racing in rhythm with the cars as they sped by. “This is so fast! Look at them go!” she shouted, her excitement contagious.

As the laps progressed, the tension in the air grew. YN cheered for Charles, her small voice echoing through the grandstands. “Come on, Charles! You can do it!”

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the race came to an end, and Charles crossed the finish line in a spectacular first place. The crowd erupted in applause, and YN jumped up, beaming. “He did it! He did it!”

Arthur and Lorenzo hugged her tightly. “He’s amazing!” Lorenzo exclaimed, his voice barely able to contain his excitement. “I’m so proud of him!”

As the drivers began to celebrate, YN spotted Charles climbing out of his car, his face lit up with joy. He scanned the crowd, and when his eyes landed on his family, his smile widened even more. “I see them!” he shouted, pointing towards them.

“Charles!” YN screamed, waving her arms wildly.

Charles jogged over to the barrier, his heart swelling with happiness as he spotted his little sister. “YN! Did you enjoy the race?” he called out, leaning over the fence to get a better look at her.

“Of course I did! I loved it! You were amazing!” she exclaimed, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

“Did you really? I’m so glad you’re here!” Charles leaned closer, his eyes shining with pride. “You were cheering so loud! I could hear you!”

“Really?” YN’s eyes widened in disbelief, and she giggled. “I was so nervous! But it was the best day ever!”

Arthur chimed in, “You should’ve seen her, Charles. She was a little ball of energy the whole time!”

“YN, you’re my lucky charm!” Charles laughed, ruffling her hair. “I need you at every race now!”

“I will! I promise!” she giggled back, feeling like the happiest girl in the world.

Lorenzo grinned at his brothers. “You should be proud. You raced well, Charles. You’re amazing out there!”

“Thanks, man. It means a lot,” Charles replied, his voice filled with gratitude. “But the real highlight was seeing YN here. I can’t believe it’s her first time!”

Just then, the crowd roared with applause as Charles’s fellow drivers approached, congratulating him. He turned back to YN, “Let’s take a picture! I want to remember this moment!”

“Yes! Let’s do it!” YN squealed, and the three brothers gathered around her, arms wrapped tightly.

With the sun setting behind them, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, they posed for a picture. Charles held YN close, a protective arm around her shoulders, while Arthur and Lorenzo beamed with pride.

“Say Ferrari!” Charles instructed, and they all shouted in unison, “Ferrari!”

As they snapped the picture, YN felt a warmth in her heart, knowing that this day would be etched in her memory forever. “I can’t wait for the next race!” she declared, looking up at her brothers.

“Neither can we,” Arthur said, pulling her in for another hug. “We’ll make sure you’re at every race!”

“Absolutely,” Lorenzo added, a grin plastered on his face. “You’re part of the team now, YN!”

Charles smiled down at his little sister, feeling grateful for the love and support of his family. “I’m so lucky to have you all here. This was the best race ever.”

As the excitement of the race began to settle, YN, Arthur, and Lorenzo found a cozy spot near the track where they could watch the celebration unfold. The atmosphere was alive with the sounds of laughter, cheers, and the roar of the fans.

“Look at them!” YN pointed to Charles, who was now surrounded by teammates and fans. He was smiling from ear to ear, clearly reveling in the joy of the moment. “He looks so happy!”

“He is happy,” Arthur replied, leaning back against the railing. “It’s not just about the race; it’s about sharing it with the people you love.”

“Yeah, and he knows we’re here cheering him on,” Lorenzo added, a proud grin on his face. “He’s always been a family guy.”

YN beamed, her heart swelling with pride. “I can’t believe I got to see him race in person. It was so cool!“

As the celebrations continued, YN’s attention was suddenly caught by a group of fans waving banners and holding up signs. “Look over there! They have a sign for Charles!” she exclaimed, pointing excitedly.

“Let’s go check it out!” Arthur suggested, and they made their way through the crowd, YN leading the charge.

When they reached the group, they encountered a colorful banner that read, “Charles Leclerc, our champion!” YN’s eyes sparkled with admiration.

“Can I hold it?” she asked, her voice filled with eagerness.

“Of course! Here you go!” one of the fans replied, handing the banner to her. YN beamed with joy as she held it high above her head.

“Charles! Over here!” she shouted, waving the banner enthusiastically.

Charles turned, catching sight of his little sister holding the sign, and his heart swelled with affection. “YN! That’s amazing!” he called back, flashing her a thumbs-up.

“Look, he sees us!” Lorenzo said, his excitement contagious.

“Let’s take another picture!” Arthur suggested, pulling out his phone.

As they posed with the banner, YN felt a surge of happiness. This was a moment she would cherish forever. After snapping a few pictures, they decided to head back to the main area where the podium ceremony was about to take place.

“YN, you’re going to love this part!” Lorenzo said, guiding her through the crowd. “This is where the drivers get their trophies.”

As they settled into a spot with a great view of the podium, YN couldn’t contain her excitement. “I can’t wait to see Charles get his trophy!”

When the drivers were finally called up to the podium, the crowd erupted into cheers. Charles stood proudly on the first-place step, his trophy gleaming in the sunlight. YN clapped and cheered along with her older brothers.

Charles looked down at his family, and his smile only grew wider. He raised the trophy high above his head, and the crowd roared in response.

After the ceremony, Charles made his way through the crowd toward his family, still clutching the trophy. “You guys are the best! Thank you for being here!” he exclaimed, enveloping YN in a warm embrace.

“I’m so proud of you, Charles!” YN squeaked, her face lighting up with adoration. “You were so fast!”

“Thanks, little sis! It means the world to me that you came to support me,” he replied, tousling her hair again. “I hope you enjoyed it.”

“I loved it!” she said, her eyes glistening. “Can we come to every race now?”

“Absolutely! We’ll make it a tradition,” Charles promised, exchanging a knowing glance with Arthur and Lorenzo, who nodded in agreement.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, the siblings gathered for one last photograph together. Charles held the trophy aloft, with YN standing proudly beside him, a huge grin plastered on her face.

born from two stars a fem!driver series

a formula one driver and a model. jenson button and ria l/n. the perfect pair. the media’s it couple. at least, they were popular until they had their child, that is.

y/n button was never meant to be born, but despite the discourse that followed her birth, they never tried to keep her a secret, either. she spent most of her childhood in the public eye, playing hide-and-seek with drivers around the paddock, or watching models walk down the runway with her mother.

from a young age, her father knew that his daughter would become a formula one driver, a legacy, a champion in his name, just as he did. her mother, on the other hand, wants her to be an icon for women around the world, a spokesperson and an inspiration, just as she is.

so what better way to do both than become formula one’s youngest and only female driver in decades?

get to know her

smau - throwback thursdays

remember the past

live in the present

2023

2024

2025

imagine the future

2026

2027

a final interview by lissie mackintosh

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biggest credit and love to @disneyprincemuke and @angsthology + anyone else who did a fem!driver fic before them 🫶🏼🫶🏼

@namgification let me know if you’d like to added to the series taglist!

Supernatural Series Rewrite Masterlist by @dianawinchester03

In this rewrite of CW's hit TV Show 'Supernatural'.

Y/N L/N is a longtime friend of the notorious Winchester Brothers, coming from a long line of hunters herself. Growing up with them, their fathers had a goal of avenging their wives deaths. Currently on her own hunting, much to her own fathers demise, she gets a call from her childhood crush, Dean Winchester. Notifying her of his fathers disappearance, will she join the brothers on the hunt to find their father? And will she resolve her relationship with her own?

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Season One (Complete!)

Prologue - Enter Y/N L/N

Season 1, Episode 1 - Pilot

Season 1, Episode 2 - Wendigo

Season 1, Episode 3 - Dead in Water

Season 1, Episode 4 - Phantom Traveler

Season 1, Episode 5 - Bloody Mary

Season 1, Episode 6 - Skin

Season 1, Episode 7 - Hook Man

Season 1, Episode 8 - Bugs

Season 1, Episode 9 - Home

Season 1, Episode 10 - Asylum

Season 1, Episode 11 - Scarecrow

Season 1, Episode 12 - Faith

Season 1, Episode 13 - Route 666

Season 1, Episode 14 - Nightmare

Season 1, Episode 15 - The Benders

Season 1, Episode 16 - Shadow

Season 1, Episode 17 - Hell House

Season 1, Episode 18 - Something Wicked

Season 1, Episode 19 - Provenance

Season 1, Episode 20 - Dead Man’s Blood

Season 1, Episode 21 - Salvation

Season 1, Episode 22 - Devil’s Trap

Season 1 - Gag Reel

Season Two (Ongoing)

Season 2, Episode 1 - In My Time Of Dying

Season 2, Episode 2 - Everybody Loves A Clown

Season 2, Episode 3 - Bloodlust (coming soon)

Season 2, Episode 4 - Children Shouldn’t Play With Dead Things (coming soon)

Season 2, Episode 5 - Simon Said (coming soon)

Season 2, Episode 6 - No Exit (coming soon)

Season 2, Episode 7 - The Usual Suspects (coming soon)

Season 2, Episode 8 - Crossroad Blues (coming soon)

Season 2, Episode 9 - Croatoan (coming soon)

Season 2, Episode 10 - Hunted (coming soon)

Season 2, Episode 11 - Playthings (coming soon)

Season 2, Episode 12 - Nightshifter (coming soon)

Season 2, Episode 13 - Houses of the Holy (coming soon)

Season 2, Episode 14 - Born Under A Bad Sign (coming soon)

Season 2, Episode 15 - Tall Tales (coming soon)

Season 2, Episode 16 - Roadkill (coming soon)

Season 2, Episode 17 - Heart (coming soon)

Season 2, Episode 18 - Hollywood Babylon (coming soon)

Season 2, Episode 19 - Folsom Prison Blues (coming soon)

Season 2, Episode 20 - What Is and What Should Never Be (coming soon)

Season 2, Episode 21 - All Hell Breaks Loose: Part 1 (coming soon)

Season 2, Episode 22 - All Hell Breaks Loose: Part 2 (coming soon)

Season 2 Gag Reel (coming soon)

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Authors Note: I finally learnt how to do a Masterlist! Hallelujah now life will be easier for you guys. Hope you check out my book and enjoy🫶I’ll update the list after each chapter release

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It’s sad that other batfam writers don’t write for cass😞

I think the reasoning for that is also why I struggle with her, because she's not in as many shows or movies.

But I totally agree, I love her so much!!!!

Hi hello it's me again I have another cute scenario

Imagine gekko little buddies keep following the reader like for example gekko is telling them to do something and the moment they see the reader they start coming to them and want there attention

Lmao.

I just love your writing, so feel free to skip if you like :)

OMGGG BRO THATS SO SWEET, thank you!! it means so much to me 💚 Also hi again! Sorry if this took long.:"c

I love his little baby's they make me so happy 😭

♡♡LITTLE CREW♡♡

Gekko (Mateo) x GN!Reader

Cw: Nothing rlly! Just little babys being little babys!! Also the reader and gekko are just friends, feelings are kind of inplied! ♡

Song: On & On - Piri & Tommy

Enjoy!!

Your morning routine was always the same, but everything changed when Gekko came along, not because of him barging in your room at 9 to ask if you wanted to go out for breakfast some days of the week, not because of his beautiful smile making your entire day, surprisingly, it wasn't him.

It was the little gurgling sounds coming from underneath your bed at 6 am waking you up. You recognized these sounds now, but looking under your bed, you couldn't find anything aside from some dust and a singular sock you've been missing for a week.

You brushed it off as a dream you were having, deciding to get up and start your day.

Heading to the kitchen you could of swore you heard tiny footsteps behind you, looking around, again, you didn't find anything, thinking it was your own footsteps being too loud, you tried walking as slow as possible, not trying to wake anyone at the protocol. You shuddered thinking of the earful you would get from a certain elderly man.

You started cooking something simple, pancakes. You were in the middle of cracking an egg when suddenly, you feel something clashing with your heel, repeatedly.

You almost screamed at the sudden touch, but fortunately for you, you catch yourself on the act.

Putting the spatula on the counter, you turn around and look down to find a little yellow blob trying his best to hug your leg before he was rudely interrupted, looking at you with a sad expression, tears prickling his eyes.

"OH, oh my god, Wingman!" You exclaimed, picking the little guy up by his... waist? The anatomy of these babys was odd. "Are you the one that woke me up?" He shook his head up and down, clinging to your right hand for some support, like his owner, he wasn't a fan of heights. You relocated the little blob on top of the counter. "Did you want some company, budd? You could of just..." You trailed off, seeing Dizzy and Thrash hiding in the shadows. "Asked."

You went to pick them both up, bringing them to Wingman's side "Why are all of you here? where is Mosh?" They tried their best to communicate with you, but you really couldn't understand them at all, so instead of asking them to repeat themselves, you opted to make a deal with them.

"Okay, how about this" You grabbed the egg you were about to break and gave it to wingman. "You guys help me cook myself some breakfast..." Trash made a excited sound. "Quietly... AND I don't get kicked for disturbing the peace"

You quickly pet Dizzy and soon after, pick up the spatula. "Deal?" The little creatures cheered and agreed to help you.

For what feelt like a good chunk of time, the four of you kept trying your best to make this setup work, these little guys were good at fights, yes, but they weren't 5 stars chefs, either way, the pancakes where finally done, they were nothing near perfect, but yall had fun in the process.

You sat down with too many pancakes on your plate and a bunch of happy, cheering friends at your side, giving some to all of the members of the current squad for them to devour.

After that, you cleaned your plates, put the remaining pancakes on the fridge and went back to your room, with all the little creatures following close behind you.

"Damn" You layed on your bed with the little critters on your abdomen and chest. "You guys don't mind if i steal you a little longer, right?" To your surprise, no one protested. They just snuggled closer to you and you all went back to sleep.

Thank you for reading!! ♡♡♡ Also, i didn't include Mosh because it seems like he can't be outside without Mateo, or without being like, held by someone? AND YOU ARE NOT COOKING ONE HANDED, FIRE HAZARD!!!

Masterlist

At long last, here is my masterlist! Note for my Supernatural re write: There will be a separate Masterlist for each season after the finale:) I would recommend maybe opening my prompt list in another tab, as there are a few prompt fics here and there. You can find it here.

All the links are under the cut!

Keep reading

formula 1 masterlist

y/n x grid:

The Day the Music Died

Defying the Odds

Dear Spa

Do it All

Nothing is Easy

Coraline

Reality

The Scare

Grill the Kid

Under the Weather

Expectations

max verstappen:

Red Bull Family

Overdue

charles leclerc:

Mockingbird

Sunshine

lando norris:

Pay Attention

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Erik finds himself at your door again, like he always does.

𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, fluff, slight angst, wc 1k, the marias inspired this , got a filthy Tommy ver. in my drafts 🤭🤭🙂‍↔️

your restless. the sheets are warm, maybe too warm. you kick them off then pull them back. nothing helps. you lie still, staring at the dark ceiling your eyes beginning to involuntarily close from how long they’ve been open.

then a soft click of the lock.. the doorknob turns slowly, the door eases open without a creak, whoever it is slips inside quietly. heavy boots shift on the floor but barely make a sound

whoever it is calls your name softly

not bunny, not sweetheart, none of the things the other men call you. just your name. your real name. the one only him and one other person know about.

you know that voice quiet and hoarse, Erik.

you don’t turn when you hear your name. you don’t need to

his footsteps draw nearer, slow and almost hesitant. then the bed dips at the edge under his weight not much, just enough to tilt your body slightly toward him

you feel the brush of his fingers against your arm barely there, he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear with care. you don’t see his face, but you can feel his eyes on you

he slowly moves, then lies down behind you.

one strong arm slides around your waist, the other settling under his head. his chest meets your back, his breath warm at the nape of your neck as he pulls you in

“Can’t sleep” he murmurs, “Thought I’d come and see you.”

you hum understandingly, your fingers find his where they rest on your stomach. you trace the curve of his knuckles, the space between them and then gently press your hand over his.

Erik’s breath slows against your neck, his arm tightens just a little around your waist, you can feel the tension in his hand begin to ease, fingers unclenching as you trace small, absent shapes over his skin.

then, without a word he leans in and presses the softest kiss to your shoulder. It’s barely there, just the brush of his lips against your skin

you feel him nuzzle in a little closer, his nose brushing your hair as he breathes you in. and then his hand still resting protectively over your stomach starts to move. gentle strokes of his thumb over your skin, tracing the hem of your shirt, then back again.

his fingertips lightly graze yours where your hands touch, and he curls his pinky around yours. his arms stay wrapped around you but your body shifts slowly in his hold gently, carefully until you’re facing him. his eyes meet yours instantly as if he’d been waiting

you lay like that nose to nose in the dark, his forehead barely a inch away from yours. he doesn’t speak and neither do you. you take the opportunity to really look at him. the sharp curve of his brow, the small furrow between them that never quite smooths out, the look in his eyes, like he’s always half-here and half-somewhere he doesn’t want to be.

your hand comes up slowly, fingers brushing the stubble on his chin. he leans into it without thinking, eyelids closing shut at your touch like it’s the first real comfort he’s let himself feel in days maybe longer.

you trace the angle of his jaw, then the soft slope of his cheekbone, your thumb resting just under his eye. he doesn’t move. doesn’t stop you.

“Are you okay Erik?” you whisper.

he opens his eyes again, but doesn’t look away.

“Yeah…” he says voice low and raspy, “Just… been a lot lately.”

he slowly shifts releasing you from his hold. he sits up from his position in the dark, the bed creaking softly under his weight. moonlight from the small window softly lights across his back catching on the worn fabric of his shirt as he pulls it over his head and lets it drop to the floor without a care. scars trail faintly along his skin old ones, some faded

when he lays back down, he reaches for you gently guiding you into him until your cheek rests against the warmth of his bare chest. his arms wrap around you, one hand pressing lightly to the small of your back, the other stroking slow, absent circles along your spine

you always knew Erik’s needs were different, more emotional than physical. where others came to you looking for a distraction, he came to be known. he didn’t want your body he wanted your closeness, your presence that didn’t demand anything from him.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you” he murmurs into your hair

you smile softly against his chest, “You’ll never have to find out” you whisper back

he doesn’t respond, he just simply kisses the top of your head.

you tilt your head just enough to meet his eyes again, “I’m always here Erik” you say. “always.”

he pulls you in tighter, letting your warmth melt into him

you stay there, pressed against his chest, wrapped up in his arms. you can hear his heart beating a little quick, a little uneven like him having you this close makes him nervous

and this isn’t the first time, not the first night he’s come to you mentally and physically drained. not the first time he let himself be just Erik with you not Captain, not soldier, just a man who needs to feel something soft, something genuine. and with you, he always could

It’s always been like this

your fingers drift upward from his chest, slow brushing the strong line of his neck, your thumb tracing just under his jaw. he watches you eyes half lidded and soft, you can see the way he’s letting himself feel just for a moment, just here with you.

you lift your head just enough, tilt your chin slightly and kiss him

gently, not rushed, not desperate. just lips brushing his with the same care he always shows you intentional, warm, soft

he kisses you back. his hand curls against your lower back pulling you closer, like he wants to feel every inch of you pressed to him. his lips move against yours softly

when you pull back just a little, breath mingling with his, his forehead rests against yours, eyes closed.

you stay curled against him, your hand resting gently over his heart and Erik holds you even tighter

he should feel comforted. safe. you always gave him that.

but instead, he feels everything

His eyes stay open long after yours drift closed, staring at the ceiling like it might give him answers. he listens to your breathing soft and steady, your body warm against his so trusting, so close and still, part of him unsure of what to do with all of this

sometimes, he wants to tell you he loves you

the words sit on the edge of his tongue when you’re touching him like this, when your voice is soft, when your eyes see right through the man he pretends to be for everyone else. he wants to whisper it freely while he softly kisses you, wants to feel the way you’d melt into him if he just said it.

but other times he just wants to shove it all down. pretend it doesn’t exist. pretend you don’t mean what you do to him. because you’re a barracks bunny, and he’s the captain. he should pull away, close his eyes, let himself drift off to sleep. but he doesn’t.

he lays there still, while your body fits perfectly against his like it’s meant to. like it always does. and he hates how right it feels. because everything about this is wrong, isn’t it?

you’re not his.

you were never supposed to be more than just a easy escape, just a body he could fall into when being in command became too much. that’s what a barracks bunny is.. comfort without commitment, no complication of feelings

but you mean something to him. you always have.

he tells himself it’s the circumstances you're both in. that war makes people reach for warmth and company wherever they can find it. that if he had met you somewhere else than maybe he wouldn’t look at you the way he does. wouldn’t feel his chest tighten every time he came to see you. wouldn’t ache when you pull away in the morning and leave him staring at the spot where your body laid warm and close against his.

but deep down, he knows that’s a lie. It’s not the circumstances or war that make him feel this way.

It’s you. the way you touch him without asking for anything in return. the way you see straight through him, and still choose to let him in. you never try to fix him. you just stay. quiet, patient, kind. and that undoes him more than anything else.

he watches you for a long time. his hand still on your back, moving in slow circles. you shift a little in your sleep a sweet soft sigh slipping from your lips as you unconsciously nuzzle closer.

he could never say he loves you. because if he says it what’s left of him then? so he settles with just closing his eyes for tonight, burying his face in your hair, and holding you tighter while saying nothing.

it’s getting messy.. situationship with Ray or sweet Erik 💔

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