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[salemahn]

i’m not sure where i read someone saying it (maybe a fic? not sure) but i remember this idea that greaseball actually prefers little spoon bc it’s similar to the feeling of a car hooking up behind an engine and like!! Yes!! need more of that idea!! like her only being able to sleep if dinah’s behind her, like she associates racing (her happy place) with the feeling of dinah against her back and so that extends to all aspects of life.

a/n: OMG yeah i think i remember reading that!! that’s genuinely adorable

Little Spoon Greaseball

sfw, no warnings!

Personally I think the two of them switch around depending on who wants to be the big/little spoon, but I think Greaseball does usually want to be the little spoon.

Having Dinah at her back is comforting because it reminds her of racing yes, but also because that way Dinah’s back is to the wall, and she is therefore safe. It serves two purposes for Greaseball.

She can’t fully relax without Dinah’s arms looped around her waist and her face nuzzled between her shoulder blades

Dinah draws pictures with her fingertip on Greaseball’s back when she starts to get sleepy, and it knocks both of them out faster than lightning

They always watch reruns of a cooking show Dinah loves, Greaseball doesn’t care much about the content of what’s on, she just likes noise, but Dinah sleepily rambles about the recipe into the side of her neck, occasionally taking a second to breathe and probably bite her girlfriend

Greaseball usually will start out holding Dinah in her lap, that’s her second favorite way to cuddle, but as they get sleepy, they shift so that they’re spooning.

GB will Always wake up if Dinah leaves to get up and go to the bathroom or get a drink, the loss of her girlfriend’s prescence wakes her up and sends her into a little panic

She goes out, finds Dinah and carries her back to bed so she can fall back to sleep

Dinah’s always needed someone or something to hug while she sleeps so this arrangement works well for her too, she used to use a giant teddy bear GB got her before they moved in together, but now Greaseball IS her teddy bear

Hope you enjoyed! I can’t remember the fic I read about this but I think we read the same one lol :))

As always requests are open!! I will be going back to college soon so I may take a lil longer getting to requests but I should still be pretty on top of it so feel free to send them!

[salemahn]

gb being a soft drunk? getting home from celebrating the latest win and dinahs expecting her to be loud and annoying but she’s pretty timid and affectionate?

a/n: wait this is precious 🥲🥲

Cuddly Greasey

sfw, warnings: alcohol use, i think that’s it

Dinah wasn’t feeling up to tonight’s post-win party, she was tired out from the race and wanted to make herself a nice meal. She encouraged Greaseball to stay and celebrate her win, and promised she’d save her some food.

Greaseball didn’t need much convincing, still on a high from the race. She kissed Dinah goodbye and let her go on her way, happy about the promise of her girlfriend’s cooking.

Later in the night, Dinah had made some food and tucked herself into the couch to watch some cooking shows when Greaseball stumbled in the door, seemingly trying to shut the door quietly.

She scanned the room once she was in and caught sight of Dinah bundled up in a soft blanket, “Hey baby, feelin’ better?” Greaseball rolled into the living room with her and crouched down clumsily next to the sofa, an oddly soft smile on her face.

Dinah, quite pleased with how sweet she was being, leaned forward to kiss her on the cheek, “Yeah, I’m all better honey, how was the party? There’s some food for you in the fridge.”

Greaseball grinned, “Party was great, missed you though, stuff’s always more fun when you’re there.” She seemed almost giddy about the quick kiss, only slurring her words a little, “For lil ol’ me? Thanks baby!” Pressing a kiss to Dinah’s lips, she stood up and made for the kitchen to heat up the food, not wanting Dinah to trouble herself getting up.

Dinah was still kind of baffled by how sweet and gentle Greaseball was being, maybe alcohol just really mellowed her out. Either way she certainly wasn’t complaining about all this extra sweetness, “Do you wanna watch Bake Off with me? I’m just starting a new season so you’ll know what’s going on.”

“Sure dollface! Be out there in a second.”

There it was again! No resistance to watching her cooking shows, no eye rolls, none of it, it was like someone had taken over her girlfriend’s body. Logically, Dinah knew alcohol made you act on feelings you already have, so Greaseball likely just felt for her like this and didn’t know how to express it sober.

Greaseball came out of the kitchen and sat down on the couch next to her, putting an arm around Dinah to pull her in close, “So what are they makin’ pretty lady?”

Dinah laughed, leaning into her girlfriend and enjoying her warmth, “Fruit tarts right now, I might make some soon.” She’d been workshopping recipes for them for weeks prior and was almost ready to make a solid batch

Excitement came over Greasey’s face, she loved when Dinah tried new recipes, though normally she kept her mouth shut about it because…well she couldn’t remember the reason, that was a bit silly, “Can I,,be there when you do?”

“Of course, is it because you want to taste test?” Dinah giggled, Greaseball seemed almost shy to ask her, cute. “Because you know that job’s reserved for you, muffin.”

“…Yeah, your baking is just so good! It’s worth breaking my diet for like…a million times.” Greaseball slurred a bit through the sentence, smiling fondly down at Dinah,

“You’re sooo pretty, baby.” Her eyes were full of wonder, staring at the coach in her arms, “so good to me too, I don’t deserve it…”

Dinah startled at those words, Greaseball never said things like that. She had voiced that she was glad for Dinah’s forgiveness, but she had Never claimed she didn’t deserve it, “Well, I don’t know if that’s true, honey, i think you do.” She hoped that was the end of that discussion, she’d prefer to do that one sober.

“I love you, Dinah.” The words were mumbled into her shoulder, but Dinah lit up, “I love you too, Greaseball.”

Greasey’s eyes went wide with happiness as she tugged Dinah in for a kiss, scooping the smaller coach into her lap as she did so, “I love kissing you, you taste really good.” She had barely pulled away from the kiss to speak, and she crashed back in for another as soon as she was done

They cuddled and kissed through at least three episodes of Bake Off, just happy being in each other’s presence. Greasey was starting to sober up, which meant she was feeling a little less open about her feelings, but knowing she got some things off her chest was helping.

Dinah had fallen asleep snuggled into her, and she practically melted into a puddle looking at her, so cozy against her engine, “I love you dollie.” Greaseball whispered, grinning while she pressed a kiss to her head and started dozing off as well, alcohol usually kept her awake, but a sleepy Dinah was like a sleeping pill, except far more snuggly.

They slept curled around each other, Bake Off still playing on the television. Greasey would probably be complaining about her neck in the morning, but right now she was so content it was evident even in her sleep.

[salemahn]

can i request soft greaseball headcanons! like she’s whining after a race when dinah won’t cuddle her because she’s busy, or she’s buying dinah cute little presents but then she’s getting too embarrassed to give them to dinah so she’s just hoarding them all

a/n: OMG YESSS this is so cute

sfw! no warnings that I know of!

Greaseball being a Big Softie (for Dinah Only)

I’ve said this before, but Greaseball needs a lot of attention/affection from Dinah, especially in private

She’s not above whining and literally carrying Dinah to bed if it means she gets cuddles!

Sleeping without Dinah in her arms is practically impossible for her. She hugs her to her chest like a teddy bear and gets hella whiny when she tries to get up in the night.

Presents!!! Greaseball sees things that remind her of Dinah everywhere, and being the racing champion, she can afford to buy them!

However she gets sooo awkward about actually giving them to Dinah even though there’s never been a time she didn’t like a present

There’s a box under their bed that’s just full of cute little trinkets she’s bought or picked up because she thought Dinah would like them but then chickened out of giving her

Dinah is cleaning one day and finds the box, she literally tears up when Greaseball explains herself because that’s just so sweet

She’ll lay down with her head in Dinah’s lap so she can get head scratches (they’re 100% her weakness, she gets so sleepy)

Greaseball purposefully leaves her fresh out of the dryer clothes out so Dinah will steal them because it makes her so giddy to see Her girl in Her clothes (she’ll never admit it’s on purpose and she acts all grumpy about it, Dinah knows better though)

On that note, she always refers to Dinah as Her Girl, very “my wife” type shit (she becomes the lesbian equivalent of a wife guy in post canon yall can fight me on this)

If Dinah asks for anything she’s like incapable of telling her no if it’s within reason

She’s kind of like a teenage boy because she does dumbass shit to try and impress Dinah

Like “babe watch this!” *does a flip and falls*

Any time Dinah needs help with something she just kind of appears like she has a 6th sense about it (like Ken in Barbie Life in The Dreamhouse 🥲)

She gets so cuddly when she’s tired, after a race, all she wants is Dinah curled up in her lap and whatever movie they agreed on playing on the tv

If Dinah is busy when she wants to cuddle, Greaseball literally just walks around hugging her while she does whatever she’s doing (she’s touch starved okay)

This was so fun to write they’re so cute lmao.

Hope you liked!! As always requests are open 💕💕

[salemahn]

can we have some more silly greasedinah hcs? or like dumbasses in love moments

ooooh yeeessss

sfw!! no warnings

Greaseball has the worst cute aggression in the WORLD dude, Dinah smiles or laughs and she just has to squish her in a hug immediately

Dinah cooks for the both of them and GB practically jumps at doing the dishes because that’s the only way Dinah lets her in the kitchen while she’s cooking

They bicker like an old married couple Constantly, everyone thinks they’re actually fighting but it’s more of a game to them, there isn’t any real hostility

Dinah refers to Greaseball’s lap as “her seat”

I can’t decide if they’re an excessive PDA couple or a no PDA couple in post canon, I doubt they’re in the in between

When Dinah sits in GB’s lap she physically can’t stop herself from poking her face and kissing all over it

it’s because her face isn’t usually at eye level so when it is she needs to get all her kisses in

She will also pull GB down to her level for kisses a lot (or make GB pick her up)

In post canon, if Dinah mentions liking/wanting something, GB writes it down and remembers it for holidays/ her birthday because she’s like Determined to give good thoughtful gifts (aw)

Dinah’s always cold because she doesn’t have an engine, so she just saps all GB’s heat by laying on her or making GB lay on her like a blanket

Greaseball will sometimes have to leave the yard for a few days for a pulling job, when she does she’ll always steal a piece of Dinah’s clothes bc they smell like her and she’s clingy

On that note Greaseball is absolutely the clingy one. Dinah Can be clingy but she’s pretty independent, Greaseball Needs to be with Dinah as much as possible, preferably touching her in some way

Hope you enjoyed! As always requests are open!

[salemahn]

i fully just see post-canon girlball as a big cat. like i think about all my greasedinah headcanons and its literally just cat behaviour. her refusing to ask for cuddles and instead just headbutting dinah until she strokes her hair. slowly knocking shit over while looking dinah straight in the eye when she's annoyed. curling up in weird places. bringing back random shit she finds as 'presents' for dinah like a cat bringing back mice or some shit. whining about food. her engine purring when dinah scratches her back.

OMG YEAH

I always kinda describe her as a dog bc she does have that guard dog energy, but when they’re alone together she’s all cat

Head scratches put her to SLEEP omg, she’s out like a light as soon as Dinah does it

She absolutely just bonks her head into Dinah when she wants attention (all the time she’s needy)

Literally will pounce on Dinah when she wants to cuddle, just jumps on her and lays on her like a warm blanket

Her engine makes a really comforting purr when she’s happy/relaxed and Dinah LOVES it, she always has her ear pressed against it so she can fall asleep to it

Greaseball bites, probably

Really into finding little shiny trinkets around the trainyard and just dropping them in front of Dinah with like zero fanfare, like it’s her job to bring her gf random shinies (secretly she’s sooo hopeful Dinah will like them, and she always does)

Dinah has a lil shelf in their room that’s reserved for trinkets GB brings her

If she feels she isn’t getting enough attention she will just knock things off countertops to be a lil spiteful (only serves to make Dinah laugh her ass off)

She’s literally always hungry, therefore she’s always whining about being hungry, Dinah keeps hella snacks for her because otherwise she’ll just complain endlessly

Definitely has fallen asleep on the floor in front of the air conditioner because her engine got uncomfortably warm for her

she can fall asleep anywhere but her favorite spot is this little corner between the couch and the wall she’ll curl up in

if she isn’t supposed to be doing something, she does it incessantly until she gets yelled at probably

Tumblr deleted this like three times while I was writing it but here ya go!! Hope you enjoy and as always requests are open!

[salemahn]

Dinah/GB?

fic requests are open! send me an ask!

“Greaseball, look!” Dinah called excitedly from the window. “It’s snowing!”

Greaseball straightened himself up on the couch, twisting around to look at the window without getting up. Sure enough, fat flakes of snow were drifting down, a thin layer of them already sticking to the lip of the window. “Yup,” Greaseball said, “sure is.” Then he turned back to his magazine, all of his focus going into parsing through the words to read about the specs of the newest upgrades diesel engines were being built with now.

“Oh, Greaseball, don’t be like that,” Dinah said, throwing her arms around his shoulders over the back of the couch. “It’s snowing! Isn’t it exciting?”

“Not really,” Greaseball said. To him, snow was more of a nuisance rather than anything else. All it did was make track conditions bad, and if it was really piling up, they’d need to cancel all of the trips and shipments they had scheduled until they could get a snow blower in. They’d have to spend a long time playing catch-up if that happened, and Greaseball wasn’t at all interested in that.

“But it’s so pretty,” Dinah said in a playful whine.

“And cold, and slippery, and annoying.”

Dinah pouted. Greaseball could tell without even looking at her. He knew she loved to romanticize the little things, and she wanted to share that feeling with him, but try as he might, he just couldn’t get behind it.

He did feel a little bad about it. She was trying to be nice and share something with him that made her happy, and he was just brushing her off. He sighed, putting down his magazine and leaning his head against hers. “Okay, fine. The snow’s pretty,” he said. “What do you want to do about it?”

“We’ll have a nice, cozy day in,” Dinah told him, already getting excited. “You could light a fire, and I’ll make some cocoa, maybe do a little baking later.” She sighed dreamily. “Is there anything better than baking on a snowy day?”

Honestly, the plans didn’t sound all that ideal to Greaseball. They seemed very quaint—they suited Dinah just fine, but they were pretty far from what Greaseball would consider his style. Still, Dinah sounded so enamored with the ideas, Greaseball couldn’t say no.

“Alright,” Greaseball said, heaving himself up off the couch. “I think we’ve got some logs in the shed.” He wasn’t looking forward to having to go out to get them, but if it made Dinah happy, he’d do it.

Dinah let out a small squeal. “Thank you!” She pushed herself up onto the tips of her toes, leaning in to press a kiss to Greaseball’s cheek. “I’ll go get started on the cocoa.” With that, she disappeared into the kitchen. Almost immediately, the sounds of banging pots and pans drifted out behind her.

Greaseball couldn’t help but smile softly to himself. He made his way to the door, bracing himself to step outside. It wasn’t a long trip to the shed, and Greaseball prided himself on not getting cold easily, but the snow was already sticking to the ground, and he knew that he’d need to be at least a little careful to make sure he didn’t slip.

A few minutes later, he was back inside with a small stack of logs. He arranged them in the fireplace, interspersing them with tinder before striking a match, keeping an eye on the flame to make sure it caught properly. Soon enough, the fire was roaring, throwing off some warm light and a pleasant heat.

When Dinah came back into the living room, she was carrying two steaming mugs. Her face lit up at the sight of the fire. “Greaseball, it’s perfect!” she said, setting the mugs down on the mantle and darting in to give Greaseball an appreciative hug. “Do you want to grab some cushions? We can set them up in front of the fire.”

In Greaseball’s mind, there was no point in sitting on the floor when they had a perfectly good couch just a couple of feet behind them, but he didn’t say anything. It was a small compromise to make for making Dinah happy. He turned and grabbed the cushions off the couch, arranging them in front of the fire as Dinah disappeared into their bedroom. He only had a moment to wonder about what she was doing before she was back, bringing the comforter off their bed with her.

With an excited smile, Dinah dropped the blanket over the cushions. She picked her mug up and settled herself down on the cushions, tucking her legs under the blanket before turning her face up to Greaseball, patting the cushion next to her.

Greaseball wasn’t going to keep her waiting any longer. He took the other mug off the mantle and dropped down to sit next to Dinah. Immediately, she snuggled up against him. Greaseball smiled, sliding an arm around her shoulders to hold her comfortably against his side.

“See?” Dinah said, nuzzling her head into the crook of his neck. “Isn’t this nice?”

Greaseball turned his head to plant a small kiss on Dinah’s forehead. “Yeah, it is.”

[salemahn]

Some Greaseball x Dinah fic pls

fic requests are open! send me an ask!

Dinah hummed to herself, carefully pouring the cake batter into the pans she had prepared. It was going to be a three-layered cake, and she was eyeballing the insides of the pans to see that she got each layer about the same size. When she was satisfied, she gave the pans a gentle tap on the counter and asked, “Is the oven ready?”

Greaseball squinted at the oven display. “I think so,” he said, but it came out sounding more like a question than an answer.

Dinah snuck a quick look over his shoulder and smiled. “Yep! That’s all set,” she said brightly, picking up two of the cake pans. “Get the door for me?”

Obligingly, Greaseball opened the oven door for her, grabbing the last cake pan with his free hand as Dinah slid the other two onto the rack. He handed the third one to her when she was done, letting her place it in the oven as well, leaving all things involved with the baking to her.

“Now what?” he asked once Dinah had closed the door.

“We’ll check on them in half an hour,” Dinah said as she set the timer.

“And until then?” Greaseball asked a touch suggestively, wrapping his hand around Dinah’s waist.

“Until then—” Dinah pulled Greaseball’s hand away, pushing it playfully back to his chest “—we have some cleaning up to do. Besides, we still need to make the frosting, too.”

Greaseball groaned. Dinah paid him no mind, even as he dropped his head back and sagged his shoulders in exaggeration. She simply giggled and got to work clearing the dirty bowls off the counter. “Oh, don’t be like that. I know you think the frosting is the best part.”

Greaseball gave her a playful pout. “But what if there’s something I’d like more?”

“I’ll tell you what I’d like more,” Dinah said over her shoulder. “Some help with these dishes.”

Greaseball’s playful pout turned into a real one at being shot down so easily. But, as he turned the situation over in his head a few times, he couldn’t keep acting like helping her wasn’t the right thing to do. “Fine,” he said with a huff, taking up position at the sink to start washing the dirty dishes.

Dinah handed him a batter-coated spatula, smiling gratefully. “Thank you.”

Soon enough, Greaseball was elbow-deep in warm, soapy water. They quickly worked out a system, with Dinah stacking up the dirty dishes next to the sink for Greaseball to take, Greaseball washing them, and Dinah drying them and putting them away. It was a very domestic scene, and privately, it made Greaseball very happy to be a part of.

Not long after, the scent of chocolate filled the kitchen. It smelled delicious, easily sending Greaseball’s mouth watering.

As Dinah put the last of the dishes away, she glanced at the oven timer. “They’ll be ready to check in just a couple of minutes,” she told him. “Did you want to start on the frosting?”

Greaseball shrugged. “You’re the baking expert.”

A light blush rose to Dinah’s cheeks as she tried to suppress a smile at the compliment. “I say we do it. It’s better than standing around doing nothing.” With that, she turned and started gathering a new set of ingredients and measuring cups out of the cabinets. It seemed a little ridiculous to Greaseball that they had just spent all that time cleaning the dishes only to get them dirty again right after, but he didn’t say anything. Baking made Dinah happy, and if that meant cleaning the same bowl twenty times in one day, he would do it.

Greaseball leaned his hip against the counter, standing just off to the side, listening intently as Dinah explained to him what she was doing. She had the recipe for the frosting she was making memorized, and Greaseball couldn’t help but be impressed with how easily she listed off all the different measurements and instructions.

“That should do it!” Dinah said a few moments later, looking down at the bowl full of perfect frosting. “What do you think?”

Greaseball ran his finger along the edge of the mixer’s whisk, picking up a small dollop of frosting before lifting his finger to his mouth. It was, unsurprisingly, delicious. “It’s amazing,” he told her. “Almost as amazing as you.”

“Oh, stop,” Dinah said, lightly slapping at his shoulder.

Before Greaseball could say anything in response, the oven timer was going off, and Dinah was back in action. She pulled one of the pans out of the oven, carefully inspecting the sides and poking at the top of the cake. Whatever information she gathered by doing so seemed to satisfy her, and she set the pan down on the cooling rack with a smile. “They’re ready,” she said in a sing-song voice as she grabbed the other two pans.

“Yeah?” Greaseball came up behind her, checking out the cakes over her shoulder.

“Well, they still need to cool before we frost them, but other than that, yes!”

Greaseball sighed. “More waiting?” he asked, wondering what other chores they would have to do in the meantime.

Dinah gave him a sly smile. “Didn’t you have some ideas for something fun we could do while we wait?”

Immediately, Greaseball’s mood turned around. “Oh, I’ve got some ideas, all right,” he said, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her close. As much fun as he had had in the kitchen with Dinah, he was even more excited to take the fun elsewhere.

[salemahn]

could you do some hurt/comfort hcs for greasedinah?

a/n : omg ofc ofc! I wasn’t sure of the scenario you’d want so I went with the aftermath of canon, so like right after everything :)) hope you like!

Hurt/Comfort with Greasedinah

warnings: talk about insecurities

Even though Dinah forgave Greaseball and decided to give their relationship another shot, she’s still really hurting.

The love of her life up and dropped her for her best friend just to win a stupid race, of course she’d be emotionally conflicted!

In the days following the race Dinah is kind of distant and sad, her insecurities eating her up from the inside.

In the past Dinah pulling away and seeming sad wouldn’t have fazed Greaseball, she never was very good with other people’s feelings. But now that she was working on being a better girlfriend, she started to notice how different Dinah was acting

“You feeling okay doll?” Greaseball came into their shared room to find Dinah curled up on the bed with that same dejected expression she’d been wearing for days.

“Of course, never better.” Dinah fixed her face into a clearly forced smile, trying not to burden Greaseball with her worries. In her mind, if she was less of a burden she’d be easier to keep around.

Greaseball came and sat next to her on the bed, taking a deep breath, “You’re sure? You seem…I don’t know, sad.” It made sense for Dinah to be hurt and sad over what happened, she felt horrible for causing her that kind of pain to begin with.

Dinah sniffed a little, trying to keep the floodgates from opening back up. She’d been crying on and off for days, and since her and Pearl were still not really made up, she didn’t have her usual person to vent to at present, “I’m fine, just tired is all.” Her voice broke, shattering the mask she’d been trying to hold up

Greaseball watched helplessly as tears fell down Dinah’s pretty face. Starlight, she was terrible at comforting people, but Dinah clearly needed it. “Dinah, you’re not okay, just talk to me, okay doll?”

Dinah shook her head, wiping her tears quickly, “It’s stupid, you don’t need to worry yourself about it.” The little sobs that interrupted her words made her seem supremely unconvincing.

“Baby, if it’s upsetting you this much, it isn’t stupid, I want to know so I can help. Even if it’s something I did, especially if I did something actually.” Greaseball held Dinah’s hands, squeezing them gently. She was glad to see her sobs were starting to subside.

Dinah paused and thought for a moment, finally deciding to just tell her and hope for the best. “It is related to everything with the race a few days ago? But I’ve just been in my head making myself worry.” She looked down at her lap and pulled one of her hands away to pick at her skirt.

Greaseball looked puzzled for a moment, “Making yourself worry about what?” She had promised Dinah nothing like that would ever happen again, so what was she worrying about?

“Um, I guess seeing you with Pearl kind of made me think about how she’s all shiny and pretty and perfect, and I’m just not so much.” Dinah sighed, she knew she was pretty, but she just never felt pretty enough anymore.

Greaseball was taken aback, Dinah thought she wasn’t as pretty as Pearl? How was that even possible? “Baby, you’re like, insanely pretty, it doesn’t matter if Pearl is shiny and new, she’s not you.” She held Dinah’s cheek in her palm, rubbing the tears off with her thumb.

“I spent a long time wondering when you were going to realize I wasn’t good enough and go find someone new, and I guess I thought that day had come. I’m glad it didn’t, and I’m happy we’re trying again, believe me, but I guess I just worry that I’m not special or interesting enough.” Dinah sighed, wiping her eyes and leaning into Greaseball’s hand.

“If anything, you’re too good for me, I’ve never thought you weren’t good enough, and I don’t think anyone else would either, not that their opinion should matter.” Greaseball couldn’t even wrap her head around Dinah, the kindest most wonderful person she knew, genuinely believing she wasn’t good enough for her.

Greaseball knew that may be partially her fault, races made her irritable and antsy, and she definitely had been dismissive towards Dinah leading up to this race, “If I ever, and I mean ever make you feel like you aren’t good enough, I want you to smack me, because clearly I forgot just how amazing I have it with you.” She was absolutely serious too, Dinah deserved to know how loved she was.

Dinah laughed and wrapped her arms around Greaseball tightly, burying her face in the crook of her neck, “I love you.” her muffled voice declared, followed by Greaseball kissing her head and grinning at her now much more relaxed girlfriend.

“Can we cuddle for a bit? I missed it.” Dinah looked up at Greaseball with pleading eyes, and she was helpless to resist.

“Of course, c’mon.” She scooped Dinah up and placed her on her lap, squeezing her tightly against her torso so she could kiss her face and make her laugh.

They stayed like that for the rest of the night, and Dinah finally seemed back to her usual happy self again.

Hope you liked! I know it’s a bit long lol

[salemahn]

Currently thinking about Greaseball whump? Just like coming home battered and bruised as fuck to an empty shed, except one day Dinah’s there to unscrew all her plating and tend to her wounds. Or like GB coming down with her flu and Dinah feeling her engine for a fever instead of her forehead because she’s burnt up all her diesel and she’s running on fumes, while she’s sniffling or hacking up oil into oil cloths instead of tissues. Or like her with migraines and head injuries from crashes and bright lights on the track. Or her just absolutely burning herself out doing endless pulling jobs. Idk sorry if this is too much I just can’t stop thinking about how the whole train aspect adds so many more interesting dynamics into just absolutely torturing these characters LOL.

a/n: i always feel SO bad making them suffer but writing GB working her way up to being vulnerable and letting Dinah care for her is so wonderful it makes me CRY

sfw, warnings: injury, illness, etc

Greaseball Letting Dinah Tend to Her

So before Dinah and Greaseball started living together, GB lived alone and just kind of dealt with the physical fallout of all the heavy lifting she did

She didn’t plan on doing anything any differently when Dinah moved in, she’d keep pretending she wasn’t in pain and Dinah would believe her.

What she wasn’t expecting was Dinah Noticing and Caring as much as she did

The first time she came home with a particularly nasty injury from a crash during practice, she tried to sneak past Dinah and patch herself up. Dinah caught her and insisted on at least cleaning the wound for her because it was somewhere she couldn’t see well on her own.

After that, she didn’t try to hide her injuries as much, now that she knew Dinah would still love her even though she had been vulnerable with her.

Dinah fussed over her taking too many pulling jobs and not resting as much as she should be, but she was always there to care for her when she finally hit a breaking point

That breaking point ended up being a nasty flu that got her while her defenses were down from not resting.

Dinah took time off from her own work to stay with her until she was better, cooking her soup with some diesel mixed in to give her some energy and helping her keep the fever down with endless ice packs on her head

Greaseball hadn’t ever been cared for like that, and at first it freaked her out a bit, did Dinah think she couldn’t take care of herself? Was she becoming weak because she enjoyed being doted on too much?

Dinah had to assure her she was still just as tough and strong as she’s always been, she just loves her and wants her to get better faster (and stop overworking herself plEASE she’s begging)

They now have an extensive medicine cabinet for all the ailments Greaseball incurs between pulling jobs and racing. They keep a million kinds of painkillers, wound cleaning kits, even some beginner sutures that Dinah’s gotten pretty handy with because Greaseball now only lets her take care of her except in really serious situations.

Unless something is Really Really wrong, GB won’t go to the repair shop, she trusts Dinah to take care of it. If Dinah says she needs to go then she will, but very begrudgingly, and not alone.

After her big crash, Dinah visits her every day in the repair shop while she’s getting fixed up. Greaseball knows she’s done racing, so she’s only getting fixed up for pulling jobs now.

Dinah being there to hold her hand and reassure her makes all the difference in her recovery. Losing racing was hard enough, she couldn’t imagine losing Dinah too, that would be unbearable.

Hope you liked! I focused more on the emotional aspect of everything because that’s where my brain goes lol. I loved this prompt :)

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What do you think greasedinah are like post-canon (like after the crash wise)

Definitely in the days shortly following, Greaseball is like a dog with its tail between its legs, she just feels so BAD on top of being hurt and she can’t seem to stop trying to apologize

She feels horrible that Dinah is being so sweet and caring for her even when she was being such a jerk before, but Dinah insists she wants to help

Once GB is recovered, they have a long talk about things that will have to change if they want things to work, including how they handle racing

Greaseball agrees to talk to Dinah whenever a race demands she race with someone else and figure out who is best for them (it’s belle it’s always belle)

Dinah negotiates a Little PDA, just some hand holding, nothing serious. She just wants to feel like she Has a girlfriend in public and GB realizes how rough it must be for Dinah to not have any contact at all

They take a break from racing for a while, GB just doing pulling jobs and coming home at night to spend time with Dinah. She actually finds herself liking that peace and routine almost as much as racing

Greaseball actually goes around and apologizes to everyone she was nasty to during the championship, and actually starts to form some real friendships with others in the yard, including Rusty even

Dinah and Pearl were never Really fighting, but they have a long talk about what happened and hug out any remaining awkwardness following the incident, so they’re good now

Greaseball gets sooo talkative about Dinah, she can’t finish a thought without mentioning her beautiful girlfriend, has she mentioned her beautiful girlfriend yet? she loves her beautiful girlfriend Dinah.

She’s just so grateful that Dinah forgave her if we’re being honest, at the time she kind of just expected it because Dinah always forgave her, but as time went on she realized this was Bad, she was being horrible and Dinah still stuck around and loved her anyway

They get lots more quality time together because Greasey isn’t training basically 24/7 anymore. She’s accepted she isn’t gonna be world champion anymore, and she’s settled herself into racing for fun between pulling jobs. She spends lots more time at home with Dinah, “helping” distracting her while she tries new recipes

Greasey gets CLINGY, she doesn’t wanna let Dinah out of her sight because she’s terrified someone will steal her away. She gets really protective of her around other engines especially, except Rusty, Dinah’s basically his sister so GB isn’t worried

Her clinginess is also her feeling like she needs to make up for lost time, she spent so long being so absorbed in racing that she forgot to spend time with Dinah, so now she’s really recognizing she needs to put her relationship first

Dinah feels more comfortable just Saying if something GB did bothered her. Before she would just kinda keep her mouth shut and not say anything, but she feels more confident she’ll be listened to and understood now

they r less toxic yuri now, but still silly!

[salemahn]

Greasedinah + all the flowers, please!

finally i get to talk about these two!!

Rose ; Who’s more romantic?

Greaseball!

Tulip ; Which one gives the most gifts? Do they know the other well enough to give them something they’d like?

Dinah gives gifts in the form of cooking and baking Greaseball his favorite foods. You know what they say, the easiest way to a mans heart is through his stomach.

Daisy ; Which one sings while doing chores? Are they good at it?

Greaseball does, and he likes to sing Dinahs favorite songs if she's close enough to hear him.

Lily ; Who’s the “fun one”?

They're both "fun" but Greaseball is just a bit more fun.

Dahlia ; Do they keep secrets from each other?

Not really, they know each other well enough.

Poppy ; How much do they trust each other?

Oh, completely!

Bluebell ; Who’s more emotional?

Dinah, if something is wrong, it'll be obvious.

Peony ; Which one is the most impulsive?

Greaseball, he's prone to thinking about something for like 2 seconds before just going "yeah that sounds perfect lets do it"

Sunflower ; Which one would go to jail for the other?

Greaseball would not let Dinah go to jail, so he's the one going to jail in every situation.

Water Lily ; Which one cares about their appearance more?

Dinah, but mostly because her job requires it.

Cherry Blossom ; Who takes the longest to get ready for a date?

Neither? They're past the point where they feel the need to look good for the other.

Orchid ; Who’s the big spoon and who’s the little spoon?

Dinah is the little spoon, Greaseball is the big spoon, and that's a fact.

Snowdrop ; How long have they been together?

A pretty long time! Several years, most likely.

Forget-Me-Not ; Are they married yet?

If trains had marriages, these two would be married!!!!!!

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I know you previously did a fic before but GBxDinah if you dont mind

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“Oh, Greaseball,” Dinah said in a singsong voice as she poked her head into the room.

Greaseball was lounging on the couch, as he often was these days. Before the championship, he was always working out. He was the biggest and the strongest, and he wanted to keep it that way. Ever since the crash, though, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. He was tired and embarrassed and, if he were being completely honest, probably a little depressed.

Dinah had been an absolute blessing through it all. She’d never strayed from his side, taking care of him with gentle hands and a loving touch. Sometimes, Greaseball thought that she was more than he deserved, but any time he tried to bring that up, Dinah refused to hear it.

Greaseball tipped his head back, feeling a rush of love well up when he looked at Dinah. She met his look with a bright smile. “Look what I’ve got,” she continued, holding up a sheet of paper for Greaseball to see.

From this distance, Greaseball couldn’t read what was on it. “What is that?” he asked, reaching out for the paper.

Dinah came a little closer, holding out the paper for Greaseball to take as she explained, “It’s race sign ups.”

Greaseball squinted down at the paper, taking his time to put the letters into words and the words into sentences. “Race sign ups?” he echoed, still piecing together the information on what he now realized was a flier. Phrases like “small and local” and “friendly competition” were jumping out at him, putting a frown on his face.

“Mmhmm!” Dinah hummed happily, oblivious to Greaseball’s falling mood. “A passenger car a few yards over is putting it together. It’s not going to be anything big—just a couple of racers from yards in the area—but I thought it would be fun.”

Greaseball’s heart clenched. “No,” he said, shoving the paper back at Dinah. “I don’t race anymore.”

“What?” Dinah asked, mirroring his frown. “Why not?”

“Do you even need to ask?”

“Greaseball…”

“You know what happened in the last race,” Greaseball said. He couldn’t help but wince at the memory. The feeling of losing control like that, the shock and heat and pain of the impact, was something that was going to haunt him forever.

Dinah gave him a sympathetic look, resting a comforting hand on his shoulder. “That’s not going to happen again,” she told him.

“Maybe not,” Greaseball said, “but the damage is already done.”

“What do you mean?”

Greaseball folded his arms. He wanted that to be the end of the conversation, to close himself off before he had to open up any old wounds, but he knew he couldn’t. He’d promised himself that he’d do better for Dinah, and if she was asking for a bit of honesty, he’d have to oblige. “I got wrecked, Dinah.”

“And then you got fixed,” Dinah said, focusing on the positives.

“But I’m not the same,” Greaseball said. He had to fight back a petulant pout.

“Of course you are.”

“No,” Greaseball said, shaking his head. “I’m not as fast or as strong. I can’t do all the things I used to. I’d be left in the dust if I tried to race again.”

“So what?” Dinah asked, like she truly didn’t see why that would be stopping him.

“So, what’s the point? Why bother trying when I know I won’t win?”

“You don’t know that for certain,” Dinah said. She sounded optimistic, but Greaseball couldn’t tell if it was genuine or if she was just acting for his sake. “Even if you think you’re not the same, I know you’re still plenty fast. And besides, there’s more to life than winning. What ever happened to doing things just for the fun of it?”

“Humiliating myself won’t be fun.”

“You won’t humiliate yourself.”

Greaseball shook his head. “I’m not the champion anymore,” hel said, distress plain in his voice. “And I can’t be ever again. I’ll be a loser. Don’t you know what everyone will say?”

“Greaseball,” Dinah said softly, kneeling down in front of him. “None of that matters. You like racing, don’t you?”

Greaseball nodded mutely.

“That’s what’s important,” Dinah said. “Win or lose or even if you drop out halfway through, the only thing I care about is that you’re having a good time doing something you love. And that’s all you should care about, too.”

“But—”

“No buts,” Dinah cut him off. “Think about what you want to do. Do you want to race?”

Greaseball thought it all over. He could see where Dinah was coming from; if racing was something he enjoyed doing, he shouldn’t be letting anyone else’s opinions stop him from doing it. At the same time, he couldn’t help but wonder if racing was what he truly enjoyed, or if he just enjoyed winning. It couldn’t be denied that he’d cheated on a few occasions to keep his place at the top. If he only enjoyed the thrill of the race, he wouldn’t have done that, would he?

The more he thought he gave it, the more he realized how much he missed racing: the wind rushing by, the excitement of the high speeds, the challenge of having competitors, the pleasant strain of really pushing himself. Winning was a nice reward, but he was coming to understand just how much he enjoyed the race itself. After a few moments, he quietly said, “Yes.”

Dinah smiled. “Good! That’s what I wanted to hear.”

Her smile was infectious, and Greaseball couldn’t stop his own lips from twitching up to match hers.

“So,” Dinah went on, “should I put our names down on the sign ups?”

That made Greaseball pause for a moment. “Our names?”

“Well, of course! Who else would you be racing with?” Dinah said it with a tone of playfulness and confidence, but in her eyes, Greaseball could see a hint of nervousness. He hadn’t realized just how much he had hurt her, ditching her to pick up Pearl as a racing partner, but he could see now that she was still dealing with the effects of that action; she was still scared he didn’t want her anymore, that he would choose someone else over her.

Greaseball felt guilt twist at his heart at the fear and uncertainty in Dinah’s eyes, and he was desperate to make that look go away. He’d disappear it forever, if he could. “No one,” he told her, taking her hand in his. He gave it a reassuring squeeze and a kiss on the back, trying to pour as much love into the actions as he could. “You’re the only girl for me. Now and forever.”

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hold me? | c.l.

synopsis: in which he only wants you to hold him

a/n: based on this request!

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It’s a quiet, overcast afternoon in Monaco, the kind where the skies seem to mirror the feelings of those under them. The rain has been falling steadily since morning, a soft patter against the windows filling the silence in your apartment. Normally, you’d find the sound soothing, but today it seems to add to the heaviness hanging in the air.

Charles has been uncharacteristically quiet all day. You noticed it during breakfast, where his usual playful banter was replaced with absent nods and distracted glances. He barely touched his coffee, something he never does, and the light in his eyes seemed dulled.

Now, he’s sprawled on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, scrolling aimlessly through his phone. His posture is slouched, and every now and then, he lets out a sigh that tugs at your heart.

From the kitchen, you watch him for a moment, your fingers curling around the warm mug of tea you made for him. You can tell he’s carrying something heavy, the kind of weight he’s too stubborn to share unless coaxed.

Taking a deep breath, you walk over and set the tea on the coffee table, then perch on the armrest of the couch beside him.

“Charles,” you call softly.

He glances up at you, his honey-brown eyes tired and unfocused.

“Hmm?”

You reach out to smooth the blanket over his lap, a small gesture of care.

“I brought you some tea,” you say gently, trying not to push too much too soon.

“Merci,” he murmurs, his voice quiet, almost flat.

He takes the mug but doesn’t drink, instead staring into the steam as if lost in thought.

You slip onto the couch beside him, leaning in so your knee brushes his.

“You’ve been quiet today,” you say carefully, not wanting to overwhelm him. “Do you want to talk about what’s on your mind?”

He hesitates, his lips parting before he shakes his head slightly. But the way his shoulders slump tells you he does—it’s just hard for him to find the words.

Gently, you place your hand on his arm, grounding him.

“It’s okay,” you assure him. “Take your time.”

He sighs, setting the tea back on the table before leaning back against the couch. His gaze fixes on the ceiling, and for a moment, the only sound is the rain outside.

“Racing has been... tough lately,” he finally admits, his voice heavy with frustration. “I feel like I’m not good enough. Like no matter how hard I try, it’s never enough. The mistakes, the pressure, the expectations, it’s all piling up.”

He pauses, running a hand through his hair.

“Sometimes I think... I’m letting everyone down. The team, the fans, even myself.”

Hearing the raw vulnerability in his voice makes your chest ache. You shift closer, sliding your arms around him without hesitation.

At first, he tenses, but then he melts into your embrace, his head finding its place on your shoulder.

“Charles,” you whisper, your fingers stroking through his soft curls, “you’re allowed to feel this way. You carry so much on your shoulders, and it’s okay to admit when it feels too heavy. But I need you to know that you’re not letting anyone down. Not your team, not your fans, and definitely not me.”

His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer. He holds you like he’s afraid to let go, his breath warm against your neck.

“You always know what to say,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion.

You pull back slightly, just enough to meet his gaze. His eyes are glistening, and there’s a vulnerability there that he rarely shows. Gently, you cup his face, brushing your thumb along his cheek.

“I know what to say because I see you,” you say softly. “Not just Charles Leclerc, the racing driver, but Charles, the person I love. You don’t have to be perfect for me. You’re enough, just as you are.”

A tear escapes, and he quickly swipes it away, giving you a small, grateful smile.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he whispers.

You lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, lingering for a moment.

“Lucky for you, you’ll never have to find out,” you tease lightly, earning a soft chuckle from him.

For the rest of the afternoon, you stay like that, tangled together on the couch. At one point, he shifts to rest his head in your lap, and you run your fingers through his hair, gently massaging his scalp. He lets out a content sigh, his body fully relaxed for the first time in days.

When he drifts off to sleep, you stay still, watching the way his lips curve into the faintest smile. The rain outside begins to let up, but the calm in your heart remains, knowing that, for now, he’s at peace, and that you’ll always be there to help him find his way back to it.

No matter what.

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Honeybee and Ladybug

Sebastian Vettel x Reader

Summary: The Grid Kids wonder why Seb and Reader decorate with Bees and Ladybugs. The answer? Jenson Button and Y/N is a sap. Seb just loves his wife.

Warnings: none that I can think of? There’s a tiny, skippable period joke ( as is customary to this blog)

Author’s Note: My first attempt at RPF! ( it took forever because I was being a chicken about it lol.) I was wanting to use “little ladybug” as a pet name in some sort of writing and the Jenson Button girlie in me said “ I have an idea!”

SECOND, MORE IMPORTANT AUTHOR’S NOTE: This fic is heavily inspired by the lovely @pucksandpower and her ADORABLE Grid Kids series. ( particularly Gentlemen: A Short View Back To The Past) I did change the reader’s past occupation Go read her series, it is the cutest thing ever and you will giggle the whole way through!

Onward to the fic!

*****

“ Mom?” Lance said as Y/N sat back down on the couch, watching as she pulled the little pillow into her lap and held it close.

“ What’s up babydoll?” She replied, smiling as he leaned in toward her from his spot in the floor. There were plenty of chairs, she noticed again as she ran her fingers through his hair, yet he always seemed to prefer the floor. She suspected it had to do with being able to stretch out and move around, as Georgie and Lando sometimes did the same.

“ This is not me saying I don’t like it, it’s very cute,” Lance began and Max chuckled, mumbling something along the lines of “This should be interesting.”

“ What’s with the insects theme in your decorating?” As if to prove his point he gestured to the little pillow she held, which was embroidered with a little bumble bee and a lady bug.

Now that the rest of the boys thought about it, they were sort of everywhere. Canisters in the kitchen for Seb’s coffee and Y/Ns tea were a honey bee and ladybug respectively. There were nature photographs of the two on the bathroom walls. Charles remembered the guest room being all done up in bees and ladybugs too. Y/N had a vent clip in her car that was a sparkly ladybug. The key hanger by the door was a pair of flowers and she and Seb had matching key chains of the two insects that slotted into place to light on the flowers. Her favorite blanket, old and worn out by now, the one she wrapped around them all whenever they were feeling overwhelmed, had ladybugs on it too.

“It’s not just insects though Lance,” Mick pointed out.

“ It’s always bees and ladybugs,” said Lando, then the realization seemed to dawn in his eyes, “ Wait, do they represent you and Seb?”

“ Yep,” she replied, smiling fondly at her husband.

“ Aaaw, that’s cute!” George cooed.

“ I get the bees for Seb, everyone does that, but why are you a ladybug?” Charles piped up.

“ Haven’t you guys ever heard Jenson call her “ his little ladybug”?” Max asked, making air quotes around the phrase and mimicking the retiree’s voice.

There was a chorus of laughter at that.

“ You boys up for a story?”

****

“ Why do you always wear dresses to media days?” Jenson asked, looking her up and down in confusion. She was in a short dress, tight at the top and flowy at the skirt, and a simple pair of black heels. Her hair was back, the ends curled and adorned with a large blue bow that matched the dress. She had on pink lipstick. Every media day she showed up looking like this put together little lady, it kind of drove him insane.

“ I just like them. I like feeling pretty.” She replied simply, shrugging her shoulders.

“ You like making me look bad is what it is,” Jenson laughed, gesturing to his jeans and team kit.

The next morning when she walked in for quali day in a red dress with black polka dots Jenson rolled his eyes. Tossing an arm over her shoulder he cheerily announced, “ Good morning my little ladybug. Let’s get a 1-2 today, yeah?”

Y/N giggled a little too much for Sebastian’s liking, leaning into the touch, the bridge of her nose turning pink as she mumbled something like “ That’s always the goal, isn’t it?”

Sebastian hated the little schoolgirl, hero worship crush Y/N didn’t seem to realize she was harboring for her teammate and mentor.

Looking up to him he’d understand. He’s older and more experienced, he looks up to him too. But Jenson is also Jenson Button. Tall, charming, conventionally attractive, but a known playboy and flirt. Sebastian thinks Y/N deserves better than to fall for all that.

***

“ Oh shut up, I did not,” Y/N says, blushing.

“ You definitely did, love.” Seb’s grin has the boys giggly too, “ Does it help knowing I was very jealous?”

“ A little bit,” she concedes, still blushing, leaning into Seb’s side earning Aws and coos from several of the boys.

“ The crush only lasted about half a season, but the name stuck.”

“ And spread like wildfire through the paddock,” Y/N agreed.

****

In Brazil when they did Secret Santa she smiled as she read the little note.

To our little ladybug, since you’re always cold.

“ Oh I love it!” She said, running her fingers over the ladybug adorned blanket. “Seb look, it’s so cute and so fuzzy!”

“ It is.” He said.

She giggled again, then on impulse “ like your hair,” she said, messing it up to make him turn that adorable shade of pink.

They missed the fond smiles they were getting from Micheal and Mark.

****

“ Then half the grid picked it up.”

“ You boys have probably heard more than Jenson use it, just without the possessive marker so you didn’t notice. It used to irk me that he said my with it.” The word sounds icy in Seb’s mouth even now.

“ It was just his name for me originally. Was someone a little possessive, hm?” Y/N teased.

“ Absolutely,” Seb replied, with no shame, “ I did not like anyone else trying to claim my girl.” This gets more giggles and a wolf whistle out of the boys.

“ We weren’t together yet honey,” Y/N said, confused smile on her face.

“ Liebe, I was pining long before you knew.”

Mick, George, Charles, and Lando all awed some more.

“ Like a bee for pollen?” Max joked to a chorus of groans.

“ Actually I do think I’ve heard Nando say it,” Lance said, remembering how Alonso had pecked her on the cheek last time she’d been in the paddock with a “ Hola Ladybug.”

“ Rosberg too,” agreed Charles.

“ And Webber,” Lando added.

“ Lewis too,” George and Mick said at the same time, recalling multiple “ hey there Ladybug! Missed you”s whenever she entered the Mercedes garage.

“ It was cute till Jense devolved it,” Y/N said with a fond eye-roll.

“ Devolved?” Mick asked, peering up at them like a confused puppy.

Seb just laughed.

“ Oh please, you still adored it. He just wanted to have his own special nickname for you.”

“ But I swear it was like he forgot my actual name for a whole season!”

“ That’s true, everything was Bug.” Seb conceded.

“ Easy on the breaks in turn 4, Bug.” She said in a dramatic but better than Max’s impression of the former world champion. “ Where are you going, Bug? Stop staring, Bug. Focus, Bug. Bit understeery today, Bug.”

“ Oi! You’re bleeding, Bug.” Seb added with a chuckle.

“ Oh I about killed him for that! Could you yell it a bit louder Jense? I don’t think the Ferrari garage in Albert Park heard you!”

“ Oo,” George winced, he and Max the only two who seemed to understand. Y/N just laughed.

“ Really though, every sentence. Why’s your hair down, Bug? Ask him out already, Bug! We’re gonna get a 1-2 today, Bug!”

“ Then I made one comment about Bees dying off.”

“ And I called you Honey, exactly one time, and Micheal ran with it.”

“ Honey Bee and Ladybug.” Seb squeezed her shoulders, “ and the rest is history.”

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The next one.

Cregan Stark x wife!reader

Summary: Cregan returns home after months away, reuniting with his wife and children.

Warnings: innuendos and sexual comments between a husband and wife.

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"My lady, Lord Stark has returned. He is leading the men through the gates now."

She nearly dropped everything in her hand. 

Cregan had been gone for far too long it seemed, and finally the North was getting their Warden back. 

More importantly, she was getting her husband back.

She ran past the servant, practically sprinting through to the main doors. 

When she saw Cregan proudly leading his men, she didn't stop to let him come to her. 

Cregan's face lit up in joy at the sight of his wife running to him. Before she even neared, he was throwing his leg over his horse to dismount. 

He braced himself and caught her, the feeling of her against him relighting the spark that had begun to fade in his heart from such a long time away from home. The smell of her hair calmed him. 

The men that chuckled were few, understanding the feeling of returning to a wife. 

Cregan had to practically pry her away to even get to look her in the eye. "How I've longed for you, woman."

She all but melted in his hold, her face held between his two large hands. "Cregan, you must know-"

"-Whatever it is, it can wait," he smiled. "For now, I reunite with my one." He looked over his shoulder to his men. "The war is won. Now reclaim your homes and your wives!"

There was a loud cheer that washed over the men like waves. They all slowly dissipated, each going to their respected homes.

Her fingers brushed up and down Cregan's wrist, awaiting his next words as if he commanded her to breathe. 

"Tell me, pretty girl. Did you miss your lord?"

"Dreadfully," she admitted with a pitiful whine.

"Aye. Thought so." He spun her, her back now pressed firmly against his chest. He let his hands explore her as he spoke in her ear. "Tell me how dreadfully my beautiful girl missed me. Tell me how you managed along without me. How much this cunt missed me. My mere touch runs your breath ragged." His hand grazed over her most intimate parts through her skirt, causing a red to come over her face. "And my children, how you've raised them s-"

"PAPA!"

Cregan's hand fell to a more appropriate area on her waist, but his attention on his wife was lost once he recognized the voice.

His little Arya.

She ran with a wobble to her step still, only being four. But the brightness in her eyes at the sight of her father's return made his heart soar. 

How she had grown in his few months away. 

He scooped her up, tossing her into the air and catching her with ease. The two giggled together as they connected, a scratchy kiss placed on her cheek from the burly man. "My perfect girl! Have you been good for your mother?"

Her big bright eyes held the Stark mischief to them, and she shook her head with a knowing cheeky grin.

He feigned dropping her, catching her with ease with one hand and beginning to tickle her with the other. Loud shrieks of laughter came from the small girl.

Prompting Rickon to join them.

Rickon was older, going on five. Despite only being a year older, he held himself with high esteem, carrying the Stark name with the same pride as his father.

He faked the stern face, but all knew deep inside that he was just as excited to see Cregan. 

He came to Y/n's awaiting arms, leaning his head against her stomach as the two watched Cregan finish his reunion with Arya. He held her up with one hand and acknowledged his boy. "Rickon." The once joyous tone with Arya dissipated to a firm one. He bent down to Rickon's level, putting a heavy hand to his shoulders. "You have kept them safe. My little lord of Winterfell. Well done." His hand affectionately patted the boy's cheek.

Arya squirmed and pulled from Cregan's arms, now hiding in her mother's skirt.

Cregan stood with a small groan to his aching muscles. "But I have missed you most," he clarified to his wife, now giving his full attention back to her.

"More than Jonnel?" Arya asked with a peek around the skirt.

Cregan's brows came together, looking to his wife for clarification.

"Cregan, we must talk," Y/n tried again.

"Wh-" He felt a small anger in him rise.

"You left me all those moons ago with child!" She clarified. "A boy."

His face dropped and soon a disbelieving smile replaced it. "A-A boy? Another boy?"

She nodded. "He's perfect."

"You've given me another?" He still asked in shock.

"Now two moons old." A smile grin plastered to her face, "I don't think I've seen a more northern babe in all my days."

Cregan stared at his wife like she'd said the most profound thing that even the greatest philosophers could not think of. 

Then a large smile took over his features. "Let us see this babe!" He scooped up Arya and guided Rickon by his shoulder, Y/n following behind them.

As he walked through the Winterfell halls, she took notes of the small differences in him. His hair was now much longer than before, his beard grown in some- signs that he may have tried to keep it trimmed at the beginning of the journey then gave up. Most noticeable was his stance.

Cregan Stark had now seen war, and the very essence of him screamed it.

How tired he must be. And still, he finds the energy for his little family.

He almost busted down the door to the nursery, forgetting himself and frightening the maid within. She excused herself under her breath.

Y/n watched Cregan bring his children to the side of the small crib. His eyes practically glowed as he took in the sight of little babe.

"Jonnel," he whispered. "It suits him."

"I liked Torrhen," Y/n mentioned from behind him, now approaching and wrapping her arms around him. "But he's more of a Jonnel."

"There's always the next one," he chirped, smirking when he knew his wife turned a bright shade of red.

"Rickon, Arya, off you go," she waved them off, "Your papa will see you at dinner." When Arya opened her mouth to complain, a small look from her mother made her go.

"You didn't notice the changes in me?" Y/n finally asked as the two lovers stared over the child. "You always used to say you knew my body better than I."

"I noticed," he admitted. "The way your breasts have swollen in my absence, yes, I noticed." He reached down, brushing a finger over the child's cheek. "Though I did not know if it was from a child and I would not embarrass you in that way."

Warmth moved from her cheeks down to her stomach. Her husband's words had a deep effect on her. She stood on the tips of her toes, nipping at the northman's ear. "The next one, you said?"

A deep rumble of a chuckle came from him and he finally spun to look at her. "Aye." He brushed hair from her face. "I plan to fill you with children until you tell me to stop."

She giggled and feigned offense as Cregan kissed at her jaw. "Am I just a broodmare to you?"

He pulled away, grabbing her jaw and pulling her in. "You're my wife. I will love you until you tell me to stop. In all the ways a man loves a woman."

"And if I don't want you to stop?" She tested, a whisper across his lips.

His gaze flickered down to her lips and back. "Then I won't."

She looked down at the babe, "I don't feed him for another hour or so-"

She could barely finish her sentence before Cregan picked her up and took her to their chamber.

Cregan Stark had seen war, but he didn't let it seep into the walls of his home.

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[salemahn]

Hi babes how are you?? can you write something with jade thirlwall as your face claim please? Thanks❤❤

the great escape - cl16

summary: the final race of the f1 calendar and yn's final show of her world tour are happening the same day. will charles make it on time?

folkie radio: I CAN'T BELIEVE THE SEASON IS OVER. WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO UNTIL MARCH??? anyway, this is 100% inspired by the final race and the final eras tour show happening during the same day and i hope you like it!

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

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yourinstagram seattle you were UNREAL tonight! the energy was everything and more! this lifetimes world tour has been the journey of my dreams 🌟 thank you for making every single show so special!

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username1 BEST GIRL EVER

username2 THE SHOW WAS AMAZING

charles_leclerc You were incredible mon amour ❤️ The way you light up that stage... Proud doesn't even begin to cover it

↳ username1 CHARLIEEE

↳ username2 he’s such a simp

↳ username3 i need my man to hype me up like this

lewishamilton Killed it as always 🔥

username4 THE WAY CHARLES ALWAYS COMMENTS FIRST ON HER POSTS I CAN'T 😭

username5 anyone else notice he's been liking her posts exactly 1 minute after they're uploaded? 👀

username6 missing the days when they tried to hide their relationship now they're just being cute everywhere

username7 TOUR OF THE DECADE

bellahadid mother 😍😍

username8 SOMEONE TELL ME HOW TO PROCESS THE "mon amour" COMMENT

username9 charles watching from Monaco at 4am again we see

username10 I CANT BELIEVE THIS TOUR IS COMING TO AN END

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charles_leclerc A Sunday I’ll forever remember 🇮🇹❤️

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username1 FORZAAAA CHARLES

username2 and that's how you do it

arthur_leclerc ❤️

username3 THE KING OF MONZA FOREVER

username4 SO DESERVED

username5 uughh sucks that yn couldn't be there

landonorris Well done mate!

username6 just missing his girl i'm crying

username7 did anyone else catch him grabbing his phone as soon as he stepped off the podium? probably calling yn

username8 THE CHAMPIONSHIP IS POSSIBLE

yourinstagram YES YES YES ! so proud of you babyyyy 🥺

username9 someone reunite yn and charles asap i can't do this

username10 THAT WINNER GLOW

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f1gossip CHARLES LECLERC SPOTTED IN NASHVILLE!

Man really flew straight from Austin → Mexico→ Brazil and then to Nashville all in 15 days just to see YN perform! Talk about a supportive boyfriend

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username1 I LOVE HIM SM

username2 Bro finished P3 in Mexico, P1 in Austin and instead of resting he's here... that's love

username3 ferrari's physio is having a breakdown watching this

username4 the way he's been to 13 shows this tour despite racing... abu dhabi to vegas doesn't seem impossible anymore 👀

username5 he really said "sleep is for the weak"

username6 HES SO IN LOVE

username7 using his days off to fly across the world to see her... meanwhile I can't get a text back

username8 such a fanboy

username9 they need to get married idc

username10 im going to be devastated if he doesn’t make it to the final show

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ynupdates "So, um, funny story about this next song... I wrote it after watching someone very special to me race in Monaco last year. He crashed his Ferrari, which was absolutely terrifying by the way. But afterward, he just looked at me and said 'At least I looked cool doing it, no?' And somehow that turned into 'Reckless Driving'... which, Charles, I know you're back there trying to hide under your hoodie, but you're still not forgiven for that crash." -YN in Nashville tonight

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username1 his face was SO RED

username2 ot Charles trying to sink into his seat when she mentioned Monaco 💀

username3 I LOVE ONE COUPLE

username4 the way he still gets shy every time she mentions him on stage even though they've been together for 2 years 🥺

username5 charles collecting tour moments like infinity stones... Abu Dhabi to Vegas IS happening guys

username6 "you're still not forgiven" MA'AM YOU WROTE A WHOLE SONG ABOUT IT

username7 THE WAY PIERRE WAS JUST POINTING AND LAUGHING AT HIM

username8 he's been to so many shows and still blushes every time she mentions him I can't 😭

username9 the fact that one of her biggest hits came from him crashing a Ferrari... iconic

username10 I LOVE THEM SOOO BAD

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charles_leclerc Ready for the final push. Been an incredible season so far... but the best moments have been watching you shine @/yourinstagram❤️

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username1 CHARLIEEEE

username2 this is so cute

yourinstagram the best cheerleader in the paddock ❤️ (even when you're half asleep from jet lag)

↳ username1 AWEEEE

↳ username2 i love them so bad

carlossainz55 Focus on the championship... then we plan the great escape 🏃‍♂️

↳ username1 THE FACT THAT THEY’RE ALREADY PLANNING

username3 THE TENSION IS KILLING US WILL HE MAKE IT TO THE FINAL SHOW OR NOT

scuderiaferrari Eyes on the prize🏆

username4 anyone else tracking flights from abu dhabi to vegas just in case? no? just me?

username5 man's about to break the sound barrier trying to get to that show

landonorris Better start practicing those quick pit stop exits mate

username6 not me already emotional thinking about if he makes it 😭

username7 the way he hasn't confirmed or denied if he's going to make it... the STRESS

username8 time zones are just a social construct anyway

username9 I LOVE ONE FAIRYTALE COUPLE

username10 this duo is the best thing that happened

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yourinstagram 161 shows. 89 cities and somehow it still feels like yesterday when we opened in tokyo. to every single person who's been part of this lifetimes world journey - my heart is so full. these last few shows are going to be extra special ✨🌟

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username1 IM CRYING

username2 IF WE COULD ONLY TURN BACK TIME

charles_leclerc Still remember when you were so nervous before that first show in Tokyo... now look at you. La mia stella ⭐️

↳ yourinstagram i love you

taylorswift The most magical tour! So proud of you 🥺✨

pierregalsy @/charles_leclerc remember when you made us watch the Tokyo livestream in the simulator room? 😂

username3 NOT ME CRYING AT 3AM READING THIS

username4 LIFETIMES TOUR FOREVER 🌟

username5 still can't believe she changed her entire tour schedule to avoid clashing with race weekends... except the last show 😭

scuderiaferrari Looking forward to getting our garage singer back after tour ends

username6 the most supportive F1 boyfriend despite the insane schedules... we love to see it

username7 TOUR OF THE DECADE

sabrinacarpenter most perfect girl ever 💘

username8 that last show is going to make us all weep

username9 I CANT BELIEVE I WAS PART OF THIS

username10 if charles doesn’t make it to her last show istg

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f1gossip SPOTTED: YN in the Vegas paddock supporting Charles before tonight's race! Sources say she's been here since Thursday's practice sessions 👀

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username1 POWER COUPLE

username2 they’re so hot

username3 she's been to every practice session... meanwhile charles calculating flight times to her final show 👀

username4 ferrari PR trying to handle both of them being extra cute in the paddock 😂

username5 THE WAY SHE FIXES HIS HELMET BEFORE EVERY SESSION 🥺

username6 taking a break from tour rehearsals to support her man... we love to see it

username7 the way she knows all the Ferrari crew by name now 🥺

username8 both of their face cards create a face economy

username9 IT COUPLE FOREVER

username10 i love yn at the paddock

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charlesupdates “I mean... if I have to sprint from the car in Abu Dhabi still in my race suit, that's what I'll do. Some things are more important than post-race protocols, no? Fred might kill me but... I've watched her grow so much during this tour, and I'm not missing that final show. I'll figure it out.” -Charles about the final race taking place the same day of his girlfriend’s final show!

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username1 AHHHH

username2 this is so cute

username3 translation: I already have 3 different backup plans and a private jet on standby

username4 THE WAY HE JUST OPENLY ADMITTED HE'S PLANNING TO DITCH POST-RACE 😭

username5 "Some things are more important than post-race protocols" STOP IM CRYING

username6 Charles "I'll break every FIA rule for my girl" Leclerc

username7 man's really about to set a new record for fastest post-race exit

username8 remember when they tried to be subtle about their relationship? now he's planning a great escape on live tv😭

username9 YUP IM CRYING OVER THIS

username10 best couple ever fr

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yourinstagram vegas race weekend dump 🏎️❤️ from trying (and failing) to understand strategy meetings to @/pierregasly teaching me proper radio etiquette... might have to come to more races if the view is this good 😌 now off to the final shows ! see you tomorrow night philly 🌟

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username1 ICONICCCC

username2 queen of the paddock actually

scuderiaferrari Our favorite honorary team member ❤️

username3 we need her at every race actually

username4 from selling out arenas to falling asleep in F1 strategy meetings... we love a versatile queen

username5 the way the whole team has adopted her though 😭

adele Gorgeous ✨✨

carlossainz55 Those strategy ideas weren't bad actually... 🤔

username6 living for boyfriend charles content

username7 pierre and yn’s friendship tho

francisca.cgomes miss youuuu🤍

username8 NOW CHARLES NEEDS TO MAKE IT TO HER FINAL SHOW

username9 i’ve died dead

charles_leclerc Love you mon amour ❤️

username10

username11 "might have to come to more races" PLEASE DO 😭

username12 that helmet pic is giving "take your girlfriend to work day" energy

username13 he fact that she changed her final show time to match the potential race end time... we see you 👀

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pierregasly Practicing the escape route for Abu Dhabi -> Vegas next week. Current time to beat: plane to venue in 2 hours 37 minutes.

The things my boy does for love @/charles_leclerc 🏃‍♂️✈️

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username1 I CANT DO THISSSS

username2 bffs i love them

charles_leclerc You're the best getaway driver a man could ask for 🫡

yourinstagram not you two literally timing his sprints through the plane... i can't with you both 😭❤️

username3 THE WAY THEY'RE PLANNING THIS LIKE AN OCEAN'S 11 HEIST

lewishamilton Helicopter already fueled up boys

username4 pierre really said "professional racer AND escape route planner"

username5 this friendship>>>

username6 bestie behavior is planning your friend's cross-continental love sprint

landonorris you both are mental 😂😂

username7 pierre "i will get this man to his girl" gasly strikes again

scuderiaferrari Preparing the great escape as we speak

username8 friendship is when your bro times your airport sprints

username9 pierre taking "wing man" to new heights fr fr

username10 THIS IS REALLY SERIOUS

francisca.cgomes Partners in crime 😭

username11 I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE

username12 long live piarles

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charles_leclerc One more race. Then Vegas calling 👀✈️

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username1 IM SEATED

username2 i can’t believe this season is coming to an end

pierregasly Your bag is already in Vegas btw. Yes I packed the good cologne 😌

↳ username1 pierre is the best wingman ever

carlossainz55 My media training about to come in clutch tomorrow covering for you 🏃‍♂️

↳ username2 the way the entire paddock is just helping out

maxverstappen1 Plane's fueled up mate. Just say when

username3 OPERATION GET CHARLES TO VEGAS IS A GO!!!!11!!

username4 NOT ME TRACKING 27 DIFFERENT FLIGHTS FROM ABU DHABI TO VEGAS RN 😭😭

username5 the way this man bout to break the land speed record getting to that airport HELP

username6 HE BETTER MAKE IT OR WE RIOTING FR FR

username7 the whole paddock helping him escape is giving romance movie of the year idc idc

username8 NOT NOW GUYS IM CALCULATING TIME ZONES AND FLIGHT PATHS 📝😤

username9 the way he planned his whole race weekend around making this show... boyfriend of the year???

username10 imagine being so whipped you plan an intercontinental sprint... we love to see it 😭

yourinstagram break a leg baby ❤️ (but like... not literally bc you need to run fast tomorrow)

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yourinstagram 24 hours until the final lifetimes show. still can't believe we're here. to everyone who's been part of this journey - my heart is so full it might burst. vegas, let's make this one special ✨

(yes i'm wearing his jacket for good luck don't @ me)

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username1 I CANT BELIEVE ITS OVER

username2 man im going to cry

username3 NOT ME TRACKING EVERY PRIVATE JET FROM ABU DHABI RN 😭😭

charles_leclerc that jacket's never looked better mon coeur. see you soon 🏃‍♂️✈️

↳ username1 SOMEONE CHECK IF HIS RACE IS DONE YET PLS

username4 THE WAY WE'RE ALL WATCHING F1, SHOW LIVESTREAM AND REFRESHING FLIGHT RADAR AT THE SAME TIME

carlossainz55 Don't worry i'll handle the press so he can SPRINT

↳ username2 SHES SO LOVED

dualipa PROUD OF YOU ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

troyesivan tour of the century

username5 half of us watching the race, half tracking flights, half crying about the tour ending... math who???

mercedesamgf1 Our helicopter offer still stands @/charles_leclerc just saying

username6 NOT THE WHOLE F1 PADDOCK HELPING THIS MAN MAKE IT IN TIME... netflix been real quiet since this dropped fr

username7 IM SO PROUF OF HERRRR

username8 planning my own wedding but somehow more invested in this man making it to vegas help 💀

username9 NO YN DONT GOOO

username10 this show is going to be legendary

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f1updates BREAKING: OPERATION GET CHARLES TO VEGAS IS GO! 🏃‍♂️✈️

- Race finished 9:47pm Abu Dhabi time

- Fastest cooldown lap in F1 history

- Shortest post-race interview ever ("Yes car good thanks bye")

- Carlos creating chaos as distraction

- Pierre with the getaway bag

- Entire grid covering for him

- Multiple transport options ready

YN's show starts in 11 hours. IT'S HAPPENING.

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username1 everyone say thank you ferrari mechanics for that 0.5 second car shutdown

username2 never seen this man move so fast in his LIFE

username3 "how was the race carlos?" "LOOK OVER THERE A DISTRACTION"

username4 THE WAY HE YEETED HIMSELF OUT THAT CAR HELP 💀

username5 charles really said post race protocol who??? don't know her???

username6 never seen someone get out of race suit that fast tbh

username7 someone tell sky sports to stop looking for him he's GONE gone

username8 OPERATION YEET CHARLES TO VEGAS STATUS: ENGAGED

username9 charles doing his interview WHILE WALKING is sending me

username10 the whole paddock moving like secret service agents i can't 💀

username11 live footage of charles breaking land speed records to the airport

username12 netflix punching air rn that they missed filming this

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f1updates🚨CHARLES LECLERC HAS ENTERED THE BUILDING 🚨

CONFIRMED DETAILS:

- Arrived during 6th song

- Still in race weekend stubble

- Pierre waiting with water bottle

- Security running interference

- Straight from plane to venue

- VIP entrance at 10:47pm

WE REPEAT: MISSION ACCOMPLISHED 🏃‍♂️✈️

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username1 IM CRYING

username2 I CANT BELIEVE HE MADE IT

username3 THE WAY THE WHOLE ARENA JUST GASPED???

username4 not me crying in section 103 watching him sprint to his seat 😭

username5 charles 🤝 cinderella = racing against midnight

username6 THE WAY YN STUMBLED OVER HER LYRICS WHEN SHE SAW HIM BYE-

username7 everyone who helped track his flight, we did it joe 😭

username8 security guard: sir you need to wal-

charles: I JUST FLEW 8000 MILES LET ME RUN

username9 yn’s smile when she saw him... brb sobbing

username10 THE WAY HE JUST COLLAPSED IN THAT SEAT LIKE HE RAN A MARATHON

username11 him mouthing "i made it" to her... i'm going to pass away

username12 section 201 reporting: his hair is still sweaty from racing and he's BEAMING at her like she hung the stars i'm literally deceased

username13 the way she kept giggling during the ballad bc he was still panting from running... HELP THIS IS SO CUTE???

username14 pierre handing him water and fixing his collar while yn's trying not to cry on stage... the CHAOS of it all

username15 THE WAY HE HASNT STOPPED SMILING AT HER SINCE HE SAT DOWN... boy ran across the world just to see her shine 🥺

username16 not the backup dancers crying bc he made it... WE'RE ALL EMOTIONAL OK

username17 THE WAY SHE KEEPS GETTING DISTRACTED BC HE'S FINALLY THERE... girl same i can't focus either

username18 everyone in the arena watching him catch his breath in that seat like we all just completed a mission together... WE DID IT YALL 😭

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yntourupdates TRANSCRIPT OF YN TALKING ABOUT CHARLES (while trying not to cry):

"So um... *laughs* someone just flew literally across the world to be here... *wipes tear* ran straight from his race... didn't even change... *crowd screams* ...and made it just in time for this next song. Which is funny because... I actually wrote this one about someone who would cross oceans just to make me smile... *voice breaks* ...and well... *looks at charles* ...guess I manifested that huh?"

SOMEONE HOLD ME 😭

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username1 THE WAY HE JUST BURIED HIS FACE IN HIS HANDS WHEN SHE SAID THAT-

username2 NOT THE ENTIRE ARENA TURNING TO LOOK AT HIM SOBBING IN THE FRONT ROW

username3 she really said "wrote a song about someone crossing oceans for me" and he said BET WATCH ME DO IT IRL

username4 section 304 reporting: grown men crying. me crying. everyone crying.

username5 HE LOOKS SO PROUD BUT ALSO EMOTIONAL BUT ALSO EXHAUSTED BUT ALSO SO IN LOVE HELP???

username6 NOT HER VOICE CRACKING WHEN SHE LOOKED AT HIM... netflix been real quiet since this dropped fr

username7 someone tell charles to stop looking at her like that i'm fighting for my life in row 23 😭

username8 the backup dancers wiping their eyes while doing choreo... we're all emotional messes tonight

username9 she really manifested a whole man flying across continents... her power??????

username10 yn crying, charles crying, dancers crying, crowd crying, me crying, everyone crying

username10 THE WAY HE MOUTHED "I LOVE YOU" WHEN SHE STARTED CRYING... I'm going to need medical attention

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charles_leclerc Made it with 4 songs to spare. Thank you to:

- Every F1 driver who covered for me

- Pierre for the getaway bag

- Carlos for the media chaos

- Lewis for the helicopter

- Air traffic control

- That uber driver who broke speed limits

- Security who let me run

- Vegas traffic for finally clearing

Worth every second of that sprint 🏃‍♂️❤️ I love you more than anything @/yourinstagram

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username1 SOBBING

username2 I STILL CANT BELIEVE THIS REALLY HAPPENED

username3 doing post race interviews WHILE WALKING was iconic behavior

yourinstagram still can't believe you ran through vegas in race stubble just to see me cry on stage 🥺❤️ love you beyond words

pierregasly Anytime, brother, anytime

username4 you fixing your hair in your phone camera before sitting down... we saw that 👀

username5 ABU DHABI TO VEGAS SPEEDRUN ANY% WORLD RECORD

lorenzotl 🤍🤍

scuderiaferarri Next time we’ll have TWO helicopters ready

username6 this will go down as one of the most iconic moments in pop culture idc

username7 IT COUPLE FOREVER

username8 this entire thing is straight out of a romcom plot i can't

username9 IM CRYING AGAIN

username10 the great escape, 2024

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yourinstagram and just like that, the lifetimes tour is over. 189 shows, countless memories, and one very special last night. to everyone who made this journey possible - my heart is yours forever.

special thank you to @/charles_leclerc who really said "watch me turn an f1 race to concert speedrun into a romantic gesture" 😭❤️ setting records on and off track baby, i love you so much

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username1 AND BACK TO CRYINGGG

username2 i can't believe this tour is over

charles_leclerc Still worth every mile mon coeur ❤️ I'm yours forever

username3 this man really turned "if he wanted to he would" into an olympic sport

pierregasly This was amazing. Let's not do it again

carlossainz55 Bext time we'll arrange TWO getaway cars

sabrinacarpenter happy for you my girl 💕

username4 from writing songs about crossing oceans to him actually doing it... manifestation is real

username5 "setting records on and off track" GIRL WE SAW HIM SPRINTING 😭

username6 the greatest love story since romeo and juliet except with private jets

username7 SOMEONE CHECK ON ME

username8 THAT LAST PHOTO BYE-

scuderiaferrari Our transport team is already planning routes for next year 😉

username9 AND I CAN'T EVEN GET A TEXT BACK

username10 this is the standard

[salemahn]

Pagan Gods || SB5

Summary: In the face of his own sins, he had no choice but to kneel and venerate.

cw: just a smut drabble with sebastian vettel

a/n: That doesn't mean my return yet, just thoughts about Sebastian Vettel that Twitter has been feeding in me (the things I would let Seb do to me)

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He knew it was a way for him to pay for all his sins. Lewis had warned him:

“Brazilian women are different, you are not prepared for them.”

And he wasn't, Y/N passed through his life like a hurricane, shaking his convictions, snatching a space that not even he knew was vacant. When Sebastian realized, he was on his knees for her, worshiping her as if she were a goddess, a pagan deity that needed to be worshipped every day, forever. And nothing would give him more pleasure than being on his knees for her, for her. Only Y/N and his car were capable of making him fall.

He had just won the 2012 championship, the world was once again, under the tires of his car, the team wanted to celebrate with him, his parents outside, wanting to congratulate him on the victory, journalists wanted to interview him, but Sebaatian just wanted those legs to suffocate him again.

“Seb, f-fuck,” she gasped, pulling at the blond curls under her summer dress, trembling with each stroke of his tongue against her clit. Sebastian didn't even give her time to lie down, or sit up; he pushed her against the wall, fell to his knees in front of her and like a starving man, ripped her panties off and ate her. “Holy God, s-slow down Sebastian!”

“So fucking good, puppe” he grunted, licking her taste from his mouth.

He looked at her, trembling, panting and sweaty, shining as only paradise could look. “Moan softly, love… I don't want anyone hearing my wife moaning while I make her cum,” he ordered, grabbing her pussy again. Y/N opened her mouth, only a soft whisper escaping her lips, the orgasm growing in her womb like a huge wave. Sebastian didn't let her think, react or even breathe. It all came down to his mouth sucking her clit as if it were the last thing he could do. She closed her eyes, letting her body melt under his attack, and dear God, she was burning.

Without her being able to think, Sebastian pushed her to the small bed and lifted her dress until Y/N was almost naked before him.

He leaned over her, licking the Brazilian's hard nipples, loving her pleading moans. He opened the jumpsuit in a hurry and got between his girlfriend's hot, wet folds. She sank her nails into his back, grinding with every inch. of his cock that entered. he kissed her, giving her everything he had, his love, his devotion, the world he had just won, Y/N was a goddess and he was her faithful, her acolyte, a profane god ready to put everything at her disposal, including her right there.