#and alex was like 'im feeling really happy today'

[natjennie]

alex horne is kind of my little autism guy.

[no-144444]

nothing bad!- o.piastri

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summary: the sprint pisses you off, ted's notebook catches you at a bad time, you say some things, oscar posts some things, and it ends up being one of the most popular ad campaigns in history. oops.

pairing: oscar piastri (no.81) x fem! driver! reader

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You rolled your eyes as you watched the sprint end. Bullshit. Team orders had always left a bad taste in your mouth, but this was just bullshit. You sighed, looking at Mark, and he just rolled his eyes. Oscar was on par with Lando in his second season. Yes, there were some small mistakes or issues, but he was a fucking jet engine, and he deserved a team that treated him like one. He was going to be World Champion next year, you knew it, Mark knew it, everyone knew it. 

“Fucking arseholes,” Mark cursed. “What time is your quali at?” 

“12,” you answered. “I’m going to just go talk to him, see you in a bit.” 

You stood in Parc Fermé and he came up, pressing a kiss to your lips and sighing as his team congratulated him. 

“That was such bullshit,” you sighed, following him to his driver’s room after the media duties. “Wanna fuck to get all that frustration out?” 

He nodded, not even looking at the question like it was a joke. You both knew it wasn’t. “How long until your quali?” 

“An hour,” you shrugged, pulling him into his room with a smirk. 

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When you two finally resurfaced, you made your way over to your car, ready to slot it onto the grid, as you did, you were stopped by Ted Kravitz, the man, the myth, the legend himself. 

“Y/n! How are you feeling about today’s quali and sprint race?” he asked. 

“Good, yeah. Just need to get out and up there,” you nodded. You were the number one driver in F1 Academy, and F2. This weekend was an F1 Academy weekend. You’d won every race since you’d joined the series, a sweep of total domination for 2 years. 13 wins under your belt in F1 Academy, 12 feature race wins in F2, and 12 Sprint wins in F2. And you were only 22. 

“And how did you feel about Oscar’s Sprint race? You didn’t look so happy in Parc Fermé.���

You rolled your eyes. “If Lando really needs Oscar to take a side step like that over one point, maybe he’s not ready to be champion,” you shrugged. “And that’s coming from a friend.” 

You could feel the air shift as Ted smirked, knowing what a headline that would be. 

“Thanks for your time Y/n, we’ll see you on the other side of Quali,” he smiled, allowing you to walk on. 

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Pole position, again. 

It was almost funny how easy it was. 

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You made your way back into your garage and found Oscar looking proud, but slightly guilty…

“What did you do?” you asked, putting your helmet and gloves down. 

“Nothing bad,” he prefaced. “But I may or may not have posted something.”

You looked at him quizzically. “Show me.” 

He turned his phone around and you laughed. 

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oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: get yourself a girlfriend who a) is intelligent, gorgeous, and awesome. and b) publicly humiliates your teammate over one point :)

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landonorris: low blow... i thanked you -> y/nracing: u forgot to thank beyonce.

user82: WHAT IS GOING ON IN THE HOUSE OF COMMONS

mclaren: please take this down xxx -> y/nracing: if he takes this down i'll bomb mtc. -> mclaren: OH GREAT HEAVENS.

zbrownceo: we know this diva 💜

lilymhe: hold up im trying to spell gorjus -> y/nracing: OMG I FUCKING LOVE YOU DITCH ALEX FOR ME PLZ

carlossainz: at least you've got a leg up on lando... -> user22: ??? -> carlossainz: he hjas a girlfriend that loves him, lando's dumps him every four days -> landonorris: WHY AM I CATCHING STRAYS RN????

oscarpiastri: who is this gorgeous lady? -> y/nracing: she's taken bucko -> oscarpiastri: not by lando norris 😹😹😹 (even though he asked you out first...) -> y/nracing: who the fuck would pick lando over oscar?

pierregasly: WHO IS THIS DIVA 💜

charlesleclerc: glad to see my daughter in law is still insane

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“Well, I’d better post something myself, shouldn't I?” you smirked. He nodded, a bright blush on his cheeks, knowing exactly what you were going to post. 

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y/nracing

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y/nracing: booo ln4. i'm into op81. oh yeah, also our skims collection is out on the 24th xxx

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user82: OH MY FUCKING GOD

user29: i have no one to talk to about this.

oscarpiastri: pretty girl -> y/nracing: pretty boy

landonorris: ??? ->oscarpiastri: I will actually gouge your eyes out, unlike this post right now. -> user92: WHAT HAPPENED TO POLITE CAT? -> oscarpiastri: his teammate became a bitch

user92: HOLY SHIT Y/N IS LOOKING GORG

lilymhe: my girl is beautiful

alexandrastmleux: my girl xxx

charlesleclerc: supporting! (with my eyes closed)

pierregasly: 👀 ->oscarpiastri: close them.

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[ttpdstri]

invisible string

oscar piastri x reader, ex!lando norris x reader

part 1 part 3

in which she moves on with his teammate, but why should she care about his feelings? he never cared about hers. besides, oscar is a much better boyfriend.

this is for the oscar girlies and is also like 6 months after say don’t go!! (we’ll pretend 1989 tv was out 6 months ago for the sake of timelines😭😭)

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user1, WHOOO IS THATTTTT

⤷ user2, i might be insane but like… OSCAR????

logansargeant, i expected a better caption from you considering how much taylor swift you listen to

⤷ yourusername, i couldn’t think of a song to use oops

user3, what if it’s logan????

⤷ user4, not captain america stealing my gf

user5, that should be me holding your hand💔💔

lilymhe, i had to sit and watch you guys be so unbearably cute and i don’t get pic creds for the first one??? criminal!!!

⤷ yourusername, SORRY SORRY IM SORRY thank you taking it lils ily🫶🫶🫶🫶

user6, kinda hope it’s oscar or max just because lando deserves it

⤷ user7, max has a gf but oscar… i need

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f1wags, y/n y/l/n has arrived at the qatar gp with kika gomes, but for oscar piastri rather than the usual lando norris👀

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user1, fav homie hopper😋😋

⤷ user2, i mean it’s not like it’s unprovoked

user3, don’t let your boyfriend stop you from finding the love of your life🤞🤞

user4, i wonder how lando feels about this😭😭

⤷ user5, doesn’t he have a new gf?? he arrived at the paddock with another girl today so he can’t really be mad

⤷ user6, NOOO IMAGINE HOW AWKWARD THAT IS

user7, usually i hate wag accounts BUT i am kinda thankful for this i needed to know who the guy y/n’s soft launching is

user8, I KNEW IT WAS OSCAR OR LOGAN IM SO HAPPY

⤷ user9, if it was logan we could have more lily and y/n cause alex and logan are teammates💔💔💔

⤷ user10, i don’t think they have to have a bf from the same team to be friends babe

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yourusername, when he’s a sprint winner >>>> (pic creds: lilymhe)

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user1, SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP PUNCH ME IN THE FACE

user2, prettiest couple i love pretty people

oscarpiastri, ❤️❤️

⤷ yourusername, 🤍🤍

user3, i would not have wanted to be in the room when lando found out😭😭

user4, she’s just like me i would also date my ex’s friend if he did me wrong🤭🤭

⤷ user5, i’ve honestly shipped her and oscar since before her and lando broke up is that weird

⤷ user6, i don’t blame u i kinda feel like they suit each other more yk

lilymhe, CUTEST I LOVE U LOML

⤷ yourusername, I LOVE U GF

⤷ oscarpiastri, how did alex get used to this

⤷ alex_albon, i didn’t it’s just something we have to deal with unfortunately😕😕

user7, does this mean more alex and oscar🤭🤭

⤷ user8, IMAGINE DOUBLE DATES WITH THEM LILY AND ALEX

sorry for making lando a sucky person but oscar is my one love so😋😋also i had to repost this cause i forgot to add tags and it wouldn’t show up under the tags after i edited it and added them😭😭

[chrisevansonly]

𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨’𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥? | 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬

✯social media au

✯lando norris x female reader

✯you love your bf, so much so that everyone knows you as lando’s girl or are you….

✯not requested, i wanted to get something out today though, im not really feeling like myself and really struggling w my mental health again, so bare with me while i try and get things going again, i’m sorry i’m advance<3

y/ninstagram

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lando won’t pick up my call so i did a photoshoot instead 😁

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username she is everything to me

username y/n looking stunning as USUAL

alexandrasaintmleux the most beautiful😍

>y/ninstagram can’t wait to see you this weekend gorgeous ❤️

landonorris I LITERALLY ANSWERED WDYM😭

landonorris i’ll stop answering more calls so i get new pics of you though 🤤

>y/ninstagram pls don’t i miss you too much🥹

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danielricciardo he literally paused our game to answer your call, i hope you’re happy

>y/ninstagram oh extremely 😁

username how norizz bagged her? i’ll never understand

landonorris

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fyi i did answer her call and now we’re out on our weekly date, stop harassing me on twitter 😑

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username his ass got blasted on twt it was so funny

y/ninstagram i love you lan!!!!! 🥰

y/ninstagram not sorry for my loyal fans holding you accountable 😁

>landonorris you’re so lucky i love you 😃😃

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maxfewtrell way to girlboss y/n

>y/ninstagram why thank you max 😌

username please these comments r gonna get wild😭

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it’s dutch gp weekend and i’m just here to wish my very animated and emotional boyfriend good luck. i love that i never know what version of you i’m getting going into a new day, can’t decide which is my favourite but grumpy lando (slide 1) and romeo lando (slide 2) might just be the top 2 favourites, good luck baby!😘

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username WHY IS THIS SENDING ME

username romeo lando😭

username lando cannot catch a break

landonorris hmm don’t know how i feel abt this caption…

landonorris i love you though, thank u for being my good luck charm🩷

>y/ninstagram i love you more!!!

maxfewtrell personally i like lando when he has 0 going on in his brain 😁

>danielricciardo so 24/7 lando?

>landonorris OKAY THATS ENOUGH

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when our boys are away, the girls come out to play ❤️‍🔥

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username okay but these two together?!

username charles and lando better keep one eye open

charles_leclerc okay but can you come back now? i’d like to hang out with my gf :)

>alexandrasaintmleux we are a packaged deal char

>landonorris hmm i don’t think so

>y/ninstagram yes we are😁

username QUEENS

alexandrasaintmleux my girl😘

>y/ninstagram 🩷🩷

username idk if i wanna be y/n, alex, charles or lando😵‍💫

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just so we’re clear, she’s mine😁

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username lmfao lando doesn’t wanna share w alexandra🤣

username pls we all know she’s yours 💀

alexandrasaintmleux i feel like i’m being attacked???

>y/ninstagram i wouldn’t let that happen baby🫡

danielricciardo TRUST ME MATE WE KNOW

>landonorris good, don’t get it twisted 😁

y/ninstagram i’m all yours baby 😘

>y/ninstagram except when alex calls🥰

>landonorris EXCUSE ME!!!!

username so lando’s girl or alex’s girl….?🤔

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lando’s girl.❤️

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landonorris my girl❤️❤️❤️

>y/ninstagram forever and always baby🥰

alexandrasaintmleux it’s okay, i know who’s girl you are behind closed doors

>y/ninstagram 😉😉😉

>charles_leclerc 😦

>landonorris😧

username HAHAHAH CHARLES AND LANDO😭

mclaren ahh now this is the entertainment we asked for🤣

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landonorris THIS ISNT OVER!!!

>alexandrasaintmleux YES IT IS!

charles_leclerc mon dieu

>alexandrasaintmleux je t’aime tellement charlie😘

y/ninstagram love you baby!!!❤️‍🔥

>alexandrasaintmleux love you more babe❤️‍🔥

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Congrats on the 5K! You deserve it! Also good luck with the florist job!

And so happy that request are open for 5K special! I hope that Im not too late-

I'd like to request a Alex Keller fic, I have this wholesome idea. Reader would be a librarian who is fascinated with military stuff, you know always reading those history book about wars or military forces! And Alex could have days off from his work and decided to spend those days in library reading some books? Reader gets to know that he is from military and instantly ask stuff!

Yes I was inspired by the fact you're working as a florist now. I just love these tropes!

Take care! 💗

—Bright-Eyed History Lesson

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╰┈➤ ❝ [A librarian with a fascination for war history and a soldier who loves how her eyes light up. Like a dog, he can't stop himself from coming back; smiling like a fool.] ❞

“I knew it,” you smile widely, looking smug. The blond ahead of you furrows his brow, releasing a gentle puff of laughter at the look on your face, grinning. 

“And what do you mean by that?” Your book has been long placed down on the counter, expression lively and your shift finally brought to a point of enjoyment. It was a good day when Alex Keller showed up at the library, and it was even better when he went out of his way to talk to you and entice your little quirk. It had been an obsession since grade school, really, a need to inhale all knowledge about anything warlike.

“It means,” your voice echoes out over the quiet area, “that I have an impeccable ability to read people.” 

Alex rolls his eyes, arms going to cross over his chest as his feet reset themselves. His blue eyes level you with a fake expression of exasperation. The light blush on his cheeks gives him away. 

“You did not know that I was involved with the Forces just by how I looked,” he says slowly, shaking his head. “I have no doubt you’re smart, Sunshine, but that’s a stretch even by me.”

“Keller,” you raise a brow and smirk. “You’re like a walking enlistment form, c’mon. A literal picture boy.” 

“Are you going to let me check out or is this going to be an hour-long back-and-forth?” 

“Well I don’t know,” you tilt your head, eyelids crinkled. “Are you going to let me ask you questions?”

Alex raises a brow, itching at his mustache as he sighs through a chuckle. “Aren't you on the job, Ma’am?” 

“My curiosity,” you hold out a palm for the book he wishes to check out, and he produces the item from one of his hands and lightly passes it to you with a soft expression, eyes melting as you chuckle. “Stops for no one.”

“Yeah, I’m seein’ that.” He takes back his book and you smile, skin going hot. 

“Am I coming on too strong?” He blinks at you, putting his rented item under his arm and shaking his head firmly soon after.

“Hell, if all I have to do today is talk to a woman like yourself, I’d count it as time well spent.” Your confidence fizzles into shyness, eyes going wide at the hidden compliment in the smooth words. Alex smirks, lips twitching before his head tilts to the twin chairs in the corner of the entryway. “Sit with me?”

Your smile turns sheepish, and your heart skips a beat in your chest. 

“Okay.”

Alex had been coming around for months, and you’d be lying if you didn’t say you’d become a bit infatuated with the handsome blond and his mustache; those tattoos that span up his arms in splashes of color. He was kind—respectful. He gave you a soft smile every time he walked through the front door, tilting his head your way in greeting as you waved from behind the counter. When he began checking out books on war history, stories from long past conflicts, you’d given tidbits of your own knowledge over in passing, not expecting much of it. 

But, well, Alex had that air about him—the one that gave you a feeling he was either in for forces himself or had been previously. 

You both sit in the soft chairs in the entryway, your eyes alight with interest that the man can’t help but stare at as your lips start dancing. Your questions make him happy because it makes you happy to ask them, and the sight of your shining grin is like a blanket on a cold day. 

He wouldn’t have checked out all of those books if not to see you again, of course. He’s not some scholar—there are only so many hours in the day to read. He still has a stack in his room he needs to get through. 

Alex laughs, easing out with a raised hand. “One at a time, Sweetheart.”

You itch at the side of your neck, shrugging as you take him in with a tease. “At least try to keep up, Alex.”

His body shifts as you say his name, the warm lights of the library around you and the air filled with the scents of cinnamon and old leaves. Blue eyes shine, blinking away with a laugh as he clears his throat to try and hide the plain happiness in it. 

“Yeah, yeah, alright. I’ll try, but at least show me a bit of mercy over here, Doll.” You hum, leaning on the arm of the chair to be closer to him. Alex’s breath lightly hitches as you smirk. 

“How long until you need to leave?” Your voice asks out, and he watches you as if you’re the only person to exist. 

Bless his soul, he was absolutely lost to you.

Alex’s face goes a shade of red. 

“I’m here as long as you need me,” he says and matches your level of mischievousness with a quirk of his brow. “You’ve heard about the cat that got killed by his curiosity, yeah? Well, I’d hate to have that happen to you, Ma’am. Seems I’ve got my work cut out.”

If it was possible, you think you just fell in love.

[fnlbeautifca]

its getting close to my birthday and i have brainrot soo DOL LIs when its your birthday!!

if not specified, it will assume highest love :3c for some (great hawk specifically T_T) im not 100% sure on, so im sorry if its not accurate to the character… i did my best…

alex: most likely forgets about it until they check the calendar for today while making breakfast. i think they would make pancakes with a heart shape drawn on the top :3c the day is the same as any other, except by the end of it they give you a gift that is of your imagination ^^

avery: i feel like they might take you on a date, but actually ask for preference this time. it really depends on how much they like you… miiiight get you some flowers or maybe some nice jewlery

black wolf: doesnt really understand. but happy to spend the day with you anyway ^^ theyre just a little guy dont fault them here..!! maybe theyll bring you a dead deer or something

eden: probably got your birthday info from bailey, and makes you their best attempt at a cake. im not sure how good at cooking/baking they are, i hc them as being good at making edible, necessary foods like stew (but thats off topic!) i think they would make their best attempt at a small cake, and of course youd spend the day together. MIGHT indulge a night on the town if you ask really nicely and they like you a lot

great hawk: brings you nice little trinkets as a gift and maybe somehow steals a sweet treat from a [convenient place]… maybe flies you around a little. very romantic

kylar: obviously already knows its your birthday whether you told them or not; gives you a gift tailored to your exact interest/or needs at the moment + flowers and a cute card. insists that you spend the day out with them… please go out with them. they will be sad T_T

robin: gives you a handmade gift + card… if able to, they might buy you something small (cheap stuffed toy or maybe a book you mentioned to want)… they would like to spend the day with you and would be overjoyed if you invited them out on a birthday outing :3c

sydney: (p!syd idk how c!syd acts im sorry…) depending on their love, as a friend theyd get you a card and small gift. with higher love, theyd still get you a gift and a card and maybe some flowers… they also want to spend the day with you, and if you want to go out with them on your special day, theyd be over the moon :3!!! i imagine a romantic stroll on the beach…

whitney: last but not least!!!! depending on their love they might not know or care. if they know its your birthday and theyre at low love and high dom, theyd probably make you go out and do some mischief with them. with high love, i can see them getting you a cheap gift (probably a stuffed animal tbh) and flowers IF theyre feeling especially nice today. what are you looking at them for? its no big deal. they dont even care about you. they just felt like it today. for no particular reason. :3c (still makes you go out with them for a birthday date. if its a rainy day i can see it as a romantic walk in the park with a couple of milkshakes. simple! but thats okay :3c)

[wrightingdungeon]

Dear Diary

Evelyn and George, I love them so much.

ANGST! GET YOUR ANGST HERE!

POV Evelyn’s Diary - shes 19/20 RN - WILL HAVE TIME SKIPS - None of this is cannon beside pop pop blowing up - BTW George still blows himself up oop - Imagine getting snips of her Diary not the whole book - Im not sorry for how I end this - fight me

I did make a kinda sequel right here featuring Alex a lot more angst over here "The Past Reborn"

"Happy ends"

Today is Spring, 8, 1965.

While working in the clinic today, a miner came in, but he wasn't like the other miners. He almost dropped his cap taking it off while trying to introduce himself. His name is George, and he came in for an injury on his hand. The rope he was holding had slipped from his grip, causing a severe rope burn across his palm.

He apologized for tracking coal dust into the clinic, which no miner has ever apologized for before. I don't think their mothers explained how hard it is to get coal dust out of the bed sheets, but it's my job, so I shouldn't complain much. I just hope George will be okay. I told him he should inform his foreman that it's doctor's orders he not work until his hand heals completely.

Today is Spring, 12, 1965

The doctor was out of town today, having a call outside of town. The clinic ran as usual, although I had to tell some people to return tomorrow to see the doctor. Despite a few cases, today was a good day. Mr. George came back, and his hand has healed phenomenally. It still has a bit more healing to do, but it doesn't look like it will leave a bad scar.

I must admit, when I was holding his hand and inspecting his burn, I couldn't help but feel light-headed. George is not a bad-looking man, and his smile is so kind, His miner's cap always tosses his brown hair, and his eyes always have a twinkle in them. I’m afraid I’m a horrid nurse, feeling these things for someone in my care.

Today is Spring, 20, 1965.

George came by the clinic today. His hand looked better, but that wasn't the reason he came. He brought me a bundle of tulips, thanking me for all the care I had given him. I'm looking at them in my window right now, and I can't help but smile. He is such a kind man. I can't quite figure out how he knew what flowers I fancy, but does that matter? They are so beautiful.

I am sad, though, because George's hand has healed fully, and now he has no reason to come to the clinic. I should be happy—he's healed, and I did my job—but my heart aches knowing I won't see his smile or his twinkling eyes again. Like I said, I must be a horrid nurse.

Today is Summer, 4, 1965

I saw George again today. I was at the market shopping for dinner when I reached for a leek, and my hand touched his. His laughter is much more boisterous than his voice, which was a pleasant surprise. It's nice discovering things about him—he is like a book I don't want to put down.

He offered to cook me dinner as a proper thank you for helping him. I should have said no, but I said yes. Now, I'm sitting here, terrified to go to his home. I've never had anyone other than my mother cook for me. My heart is fluttering.

Today is Summer, 13, 1965

I have heard the number thirteen is unlucky, but I believe it to be lucky. This evening, I heard a knock at my door. It was George, dressed nicely with his hair neatly fixed. He handed me flowers and asked me out to a gridball game.

What do I wear? I want to impress George. I haven't been on a date before.

The date went so well! George's team won, and he was so happy. We got sorbet afterward to celebrate, and George took my hand in his as we walked. I really do believe the number thirteen is lucky.

Today is Summer, 28, 1965

It has been two weeks of me and George going steady, and it feels like a dream. When George finishes his shift in the mines, he comes to the clinic and walks me home. He is such a gentleman, nothing like the other miners I have met. Tonight was just magical. As George walked me to the door, I could tell something was off. His hands sweat when he is nervous, and I swear they were dripping.

He looked at me, his face as red as a beet, and asked if he could kiss me. His lips are soft and warm. It's embarrassing to admit, but his mouth does taste like cigarettes. Oh, I think I am in love, and I don't know what to do.

Today is Winter, 20, 1965

I can't believe it… George asked me out again today. He took me to the cliff to watch the sunset. He was sweating again and refused to look at me. When I asked him what was wrong, he just caged up further. I thought he was breaking up with me, but then he grabbed me as I got up to leave. His words fumbled over each other, and he almost fell over as he rushed to his knee.

George proposed to me. He told me I was the most beautiful woman he had ever met and that he couldn't stop thinking about me since he burned his hand with that rope. I'm so excited—I'm going to be George's wife soon. I just wish Mother was still with me so she could see this.

Today is Fall, 14, 1970

I can't sleep. George had an accident today at the mines. It was terrible; they had to rush him to the city. The doctor sent me home, saying I was a wreck. I can't stop crying, picturing him covered in blood and bruises on the operating table. Someone said he dropped dynamite.

Please, Yoba, don't take my George. After losing my parents, he's all I have. I can't bear to be alone again. He's my everything—the love of my life. The house feels empty without him. Every corner holds memories of him, and I can't imagine life without him.

Yoba, you've always answered my prayers. Please, I was so alone after Mother and Father passed, please don't take him from me as well.

Today is Spring, 2, 1971

They finally allowed George to come home from the hospital, albeit in a wheelchair. But that doesn't matter to me. What matters is that he's home and on the mend. It's a new chapter for both of us, one filled with challenges and uncertainties. Sometimes, George can be a bit rude, but I can see the fear in his eyes.

I made a promise to stand by him no matter what: for better or worse, in sickness and in health, till death do us part. And I intend to keep that promise. I'll be there for George, caring for him and cherishing our time together, no matter what lies ahead.

Today is Winter, 2, 1976

This is a happy day! Me and George weren't sure I could become pregnant, but I am! We are so excited to see our child. George has been working in the nursery non-stop, making sure he can care for our baby, not allowing that wheelchair to stop him.

I have decided on two names: Clara for a daughter and Coy for a son. I don't care what we have; I know they will be perfect.

Today is Summer, 10, 1977

Clara is perfect. With George's rich brown hair and my green eyes, she's a sight to behold. Despite her small stature, her eyes hold the same glimmer of curiosity as her father's. I know she will cause all kinds of trouble as she grows up just like her father.

As I watch George cradle her with such gentleness, his protective gaze never leaving her, and the tears of love that well up in his eyes as he whispers soothing words to her, I'm reminded once again of how blessed I am to have him by my side. In moments like these, it's crystal clear that I've married the most wonderful man.

Today is Summer, 13, 2000

I knew the number thirteen was lucky. Today, our grandson Alex was born. As I held him in my arms, I couldn't help but notice how much he resembled his mother, right down to the tiny button nose that mirrored hers when she was born. George was worried about Clara, complaining that everyone was here to see just Alex and not his baby girl. He has always been such a good father; he will be the best grandfather as well.

Looking at my family as it has grown, I’ve gone from an empty home after my parents passed, to a husband, a daughter, and now a son-in-law and a beautiful grandson. I love my family dearly and can't wait for the years ahead of us.

Fall, 16, 2004 This page is heavily tear stained

We took Alex for the day taking him to the fair as Clara wanted him to experience it. I can't believe we got lucky enough to have Alex… George's scream echoes in my mind… Did he scream with that pain when he was blown up?

We thought the phone call was Clara telling us that they would be late picking up Alex. The phone call shattered our hopes—it was the Zuzu Highway Patrol delivering the tragic news. Clara and her husband are gone… Victims of a drunk driver on the wrong side of the road. They didn't survive.

But we have Alex…. We have to tell our four-year-old grandson he can't go home anymore… He can't see his Mother or Father ever again

Yoba, why didn't you shield them?

[fractalkiss]

I wish you would write a fic where...

Lance isn't a driver, but Fernando is still his hero.

took me a while to figure something out for this in an angle that i would like to think about. but.. rule63! girl lancenando in the 2000's where lance isn't a driver but still dreams of racing (rated M under the cut):

She turns twenty-five on Monday really, but the cake is there anyway. Ribbon-piped vermillion and curled flowers around it with strings of pink icing on top that says Happy 25th. The decorative candle is in a similar loopy font, not the chunky kind. Chloe must have picked it out. Dad would have gone with the classic kids-party-cute, and Lance would have taken it in stride for the joke that it would have been from Dad had she still been sixteen.

Her birthday is on Monday, but it's the weekend, and people are here. Esteban is in his pink and navy team shirt after running from the motorhome to the restaurant they’re huddled in, slouched forward and clutching the backrest of the chair that Mick is sitting in. By the frosted glass windows, Alex is beaming an awkward but nonetheless shit-eating smile, her highlights still visible even in the backlight and Georgie’s there with her shoulders perfectly prim and poised while she’s stirring the straw of another (Alex’s) drink. They didn't have to show up, as quiet as this thing was meant to be while they’re at Monaco for the grand prix; there's appreciation there bubbling up in Lance anyway seeing Georgie trying to get day-drunk on an aperol spritz even when she could have made up a thousand and one excuses not to accept Lance's cordial invitation through an IM.

It goes like this: Count the number of girls who frequented a karting track at twelve and still see years later at an F1 grand prix and you’d hold up just one hand. Count the number of reasons you don't grow out of that, and it’s the same thing.

Somewhere over people’s heads, Lance’s mom is ushering someone closer. Through the glow of the candle flame in front of her, Lance sees a flash of Fernando’s squared, dimpled smile behind her mother before someone pats her gently to look back at the cake—"Come on, hon, make a wish," Dad says, and Lance will decide not to close her eyes. She wants this to be quick.

Fernando is helping her mother for the cutting, apparently. It’s how Lance looks up when Fernando holds out a plate of cake for her.

“You look a bit red,” Fernando comments, and Lance rolls her eyes. “Your mama says this is already small enough.”

“Wouldn’t have been a surprise if it wasn't,” Lance mutters through her strained smile.

"It is nice. Este is here, and your old boy the Schumacher."

"Oh whatever." Lance's own cheeks have only just stopped heating up. People are dispersing around them, going back to their own conversations, but it’s as if Lance can still feel them watching. She hears her father, chuckling along with other men as she takes the plate from Fernando to finally stick a forkful of ice cream cake in her mouth.

Fernando makes a soft noise beside her. “Seems your father will want to talk again,” she says, though she makes no move to get up, her legs stretched out in front of her like this is her small surprise party and not Lance's. The ends of her cargos brush the floor and the khaki grey looks pretty darn drab rather than understated, but Fernando pulls it off somehow.

“Ugh. I’ll say that we’re talking,” Lance offers pleasantly.

Fernando gives her a sideways look. “Are we?”

“We are,” Lance insists, and improvises, “The fundraiser’s doing well. And I asked, about new karts.”

Fernando barks out a silent laugh, more punch of air than anything but her eyes are warm. “We can do with more race kits also. We're fixing it up again, stronger barriers around the track, the tarmac is not so good, still.”

Lance hooks a strand of hair out of her face and huffs, “Well, that's new.”

Fernando’s laid on her liner a little stronger today, the softness of it creasing around her eyes as she grins. “See? Today should not be for this kind of talk, m'ija.”

"But I want to know," Lance says plainly, "Like, you know…Saturdays at the school, and the karters—" Whether the school was doing well, if there was any more help Lance and her father could give, whether Fernando's little niece went back to the track after skidding off and giving the scare of her mother's life.

The din of the restaurant isn't nearly loud enough for her to say it. Fernando is doing that thing with her hand where she's absently kneading circles into the arm of the chair with her thumb, a freshly healed patch of tanned skin there past the knuckle. Lance wants to ask when her next stint will be—as if she hasn't been watching every rally and Le Mans, each rare Formula One test session that Fernando gets to do, but as it goes—Lance still gets nervous around Fernando, for obvious reasons.

"Do you want to talk, later?" Fernando asks, like she's talking to something very small. The cloying sweetness from the cake sticks beneath Lance's tongue anyway, and her crossed legs feel tight and a little clenched in her seat. Fernando's perched herself almost still in her seat, her pants bunched a little over the crotch area; she moves her hand over Lance's bare knee, her calloused fingertips warm enough that Lance stops fiddling with the fine charm on her own bracelet.

"Later?" Fernando says again.

"Sure," Lance says.

*

When Fernando asked her whose picture from Autosport would Lance have cut out for safekeeping, Lance had smiled her sweetest and pretended like she wasn't kicking her feet at metaphorical pillows inside her in a sick squirm of panic and flattery over being asked. She'd told Fernando that she already owned a pristine vintage issue that contained a special on Sarah Fisher. It wasn't a lie—she did have the magazine, and Susie's issue too before her last name became Wolff, but as it goes, Lance gets nervous. The things she did to hide it only made her sound hollow and ruefully unimpressed, the kind of thing that used to hurt Mick's feelings a little bit years ago when they'd gone on dates. She's not proud of that. Esteban had to awkwardly offer tissues the first time she cried about it, frustrated at herself more than anything, really, a symptom of being clueless and seventeen.

She's in Fernando's hotel room now, and climbing onto the bed. The air-conditioning is turned on low, but there's a tingle down her spine anyway at the cool air hitting her skin. She's undressed down to her one of her nicest most comfortable lace sets. 

"It's for me," Lance mumbles, when Fernando comes out of the bathroom and gives her a once-over. 

"It's nice," Fernando just offers, and Lance feels herself huff. The muscles in her stomach tense for a second anyway, at the soft slight rasp of Fernando's voice. Anyone else would probably make Lance bored, would have made her automatically just, like switch on, to a performance.

Fernando's eyes are darker now as Lance tries to shimmy herself up farther and nudge at Fernando's leg with her foot to hurry up. "It's my birthday," Lance reminds her with a grin.

"And then another birthday on Monday, no?" Fernando counters. The lampshades here throw half her face in shadow, her jaw more pronounced while she's smiling a little. Her hand runs up the inside of Lance's thigh, finally. All Lance can notice now is how easily Fernando still moves in those baggy khaki pants, and how easy it'd be for her to be comfortable with it.

Lance brushes her foot over the inseam, and she feels it; Fernando was packing today. For how long, Lance doesn't know, but throughout the entire party earlier, for sure.

"Could you—" she starts, and moves forward to touch, but Fernando is already unbuttoning the pants, and getting out the silicone cock that slips out from the harness underwear, curved and a shade lighter than Fernando's skin. Lance wants to feel that brushing the back of her throat.

"That can wait," Fernando says, but Lance moves in, her mouth dry enough that saliva gathers fast, the fabric of her own panties starting to stick already with a wetness.

Last year, Lance had gotten down to eye the dark patch of Fernando's boxer briefs for the first time; Fernando had stroked through her hair to gently tilt her face back up. Lance hadn't collected a physical copy of the tiny piece that Fernando was in as featured Girl of the Year in motorsport; to do that, would have felt cheapened, somehow. Fernando is her own person—her stocky hands, solid and real and cupping the back of Lance's head back then and pulling her hair while she'd laughed, fine, princesa, fine, the sound rumbling against Lance's fingertips on Fernando's rib. Lance put herself to work for licking the wet folds of her cunt in a way that she hadn't ever for a blowjob with a boy.

"I want to," Lance tells her, and Fernando props up her face this time, fingers under her chin; she leans down swiftly for a kiss, quick and sweet.

"Then you'll lay back after, and I'll eat you out, and fuck you for as long as I want," Fernando promises, thumb rubbing Lance's pulse along her jaw, and Lance lets her eyes flutter close. ---

from the ask game: send me a summary of what you wish i'd write

[sevs-corner]

More quick shot ideas on Tf 141: Mafia AU!

Don’t know much about the other charas in CoD like Horangi, Konig, Roach, etc.. (i’m still making progress in watching all the campaign vids- so far tho, finished MW1 and MW2, and in the middle of MW3 right nowww~ So, won’t be able to do much of them but ohohoho- Alejandro? Rudy? Alex? Graves? Nikolai? Oml LETS GET TO IT !!!

Links to other related works✨

(*Same PSA (Im really stuck to typing on my phone lol and also OOC esp teewayyyy✨*)

Of course there were other families in this quaint middle ground of a city. As the place of commodity and exchanges, bumping into one another was inevitable.

Although, more predictable for you at this point in your job

Like clockwork, every Wednesday afternoons, people would flock in after the usual 5pm check out hours

Those people being the mafiosos.

“Hey sweet cheeks, got anythin’ new f’me?” Graves asked with a raised brow, lips curved into a smirk as he sees the twinkle in your eyes

“You’re lucky I do actually,” you roll your eyes playfully, “you’re my first so take it easy on me!”

After leaving real quick to grab a slice of the new blueberry cheesecake you made, you plated it and slide it on the counter for him to grab

Leaning over the counter, he smiles and thanks you for your hard work, “I bet this will be your finest one yet!”

He winks while you playfully gagged, all the while pushing his shoulder to get him off the counter

You chuckle and wave him off, “nah, I still have much to learn from Nonna.”

He nods knowingly, grabbing a fork by the register, “she keepin’ you on your toes?”

You nod with a sigh, “when is she not really?”

Laughing, he decides to eat while chatting you up- so he could compliment you directly. He slides his fork in to eat a piece while, humming in the delight at the sour hint of the blueberries and the soft berry cream which complements into mix of flavors, he couldn’t help but savor it.

“Good?” You ask, swaying from side to side in anticipation for his comment. A wonky smile on your face, unable to hide the anxiety creeping beneath your skin

If there was one thing you could trust about these people, it was their comments when it came to food

From their instinctual body reactions to their initial facial expressions- you took all into consideration, which was quite cute of you to do of course

Graves knows this by how your forehead would scrunch lightly, your glasses falling down the bridge of your nose, lips pursed or bit (depending on how serious you were about the feedback), hands wringing, with small bits and pieces of baby hair framing your face.

He adores that part of you so much that he’ll take every opportunity to see it— just like this moment

He hums and pats your head, “very much so, sweet cheeks~.”

You cheered, immediately ran to the back, telling the two busy couple of what one of your customers said.

Family! They both shout at you back but all you can do is giggle, feeling all fuzzy being complimented for your hard work.

Graves could only stare from afar, seeing how you bounced with each step in happiness- all because he said it was really good.

The unintentional effect you had on each other was not to be underestimated…

But he wasn’t the only one-

"Mi hermosa! It smells especially good today!"

Hearing the chime of the doorbell out front made you quickly go back to your station

Only to snicker in amusement at how huffy Graves was being held closely to the ever friendly Alejandro.

"why thank the cooks at the back!" you proudly claimed with a thumb jutted towards the direction of the kitchen, where the couple waved at the two from their places.

"they're always cookin' up something good for the soul," you hummed, basically vibrating in your spot at how maybe you can ask for Alejandro's opinion on your newly made creation

"it's why we always come back," Graves agrees, finally able to get out Alejandro's grasp with a cheeky grin of his own

"Thanks again for the cake sweet cheeks," Graves waves to you while approaching his table, "be a dear and send me my tea when you're done?"

You nod at his follow-up, giving him two thumbs up before turning to Alejandro who couldn't help but feel a lil' jealous from how giddy you seemed with the dirty americano

With a silent huff, he places the pieces together and now begs for a slice of whatever Graves has on his plate

"Its still a work in progress," you admitted embarrassingly, "I hope you don't mind- and no need to pay either! Think of it as a free sample."

Alejandro clicked his tongue while shaking his head, still opening his wallet and sliding the usual amount to you.

"Paying hasn't and will ever be a problem with me, Mi hermosa."

He admitted seriously and you couldn't help but look away with a light tint to your cheeks.

Seeing this side of Alejandro always made your head feel light...

"Fine!" You shoved the plate in his hands (albeit still carefully), "just tell me how it taste then!"

"Call it even, eh?" He winks, a chuckle rumbling even through you as you practically get swooped into his aura alone.

Call it swooning or whatever but only this man has the chops to make you go dumb from his presence alone

"ye-yeah, but how is it though?" you quickly pivoted again in nervousness as you see him finally take a bite of your work

Deciding to play with you a little, he takes a while to comment- appreciating each chew even though he already swallowed a couple seconds ago

Still, he liked having your eyes so focused on him

"sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo?"

You begged, tugging on his sleeve desperately, the wait killing your soul so slowly that it makes you pout

Seeing this, Alejandro cackled and pinched your cheeks teasingly

"It was delicious mi hermosa," he finally admits, "good balance of sweet and sour too."

Cheering, you- in the heat of the moment and unable to hold back your inhibitions- pulled him closer by the sleeve, catching him by surprise by how strong your grip was and how soft your lips was on his cheek.

"You're the best Ale!"

You giddily leave him by the front, unknowingly leaving a dysfunctional alejandro.exe behind with a slightly panicky Rudy just right behind him.

"Boss!" Rudy shouts, finally snapping Alejandro out of his stupor

He was ready to glare at his friend until he saw the look on his face and the words that accompanied it

"Oi! Los Vaqueros!" Alejandro called out to his men hanging around the cafe, "let's go!"

"you're leaving already?" you asked sadly, coming right outside the kitchen with a take-out cups in hand.

"Yeah," Alejandro quickly walks up to you and kisses your temple before taking one of the cups from your hand. "Can't wait to try more of you-r sweets."

You grin and nod, "take care!"

"Gotta go too sweet cheeks," you turn in shock to Graves who surprisingly got to your behind, stealing the other cup from you just as quickly.

"Thanks again for the treats!"

He squeezes your hips in appreciation before leaving with his crew, making you grumble under your breath at how careless the man was being.

"Don't let the cat get you on your way out back!"

You warned, grabbing a broom to clean up the place once more.

"I won't- AAAAHHHH DAMMIT!"

you chuckled to yourself, proud at how you trained that cat to jump Graves- who for some reason loves exiting through the back side of the bakery every time.

"Alright,~" you stretch and fetch your earphones, "back to work..." ... .. .

"We're back lassie!"

"Oh for fucks sake..."

[toxic3mmy]

prompt: alex is jealous

angst, jealousy, lovey dovey, first time hooking up

warning! 18++

mentions of; sex, curse words, etc.

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george was in town and you’d spent practically all day with him at your house. although he’s been friends longer with alex, he recently had gotten a lot closer to you. you and alex were roommates and you guys figured that george could come over today and you all could stream together and have a good time. the entire night, however, alex had distanced himself from the two of you. he saw through george and his antics. he saw the way he stared at your cleavage when you weren’t looking and how he’d watch your butt anytime you got up from your seat. he knew the lustful look in george’s eyes and he was not happy about any of it.

“okay, well i’ll see you guys later. thanks again for having me over!” george smiled and gave you a hug

you waved politely as he pulled out of your driveway. you looked over at alex who was leaning on his own car with a sour look on his face and it worried you. you walked over to him and asked,

“hey… is everything okay?”

alex watched you as you came closer to him. he groaned, visibly annoyed as he looked you up and down, practically rolling his eyes at your revealing outfit.

“i don’t know… why do you care? you’ve been way too busy with george all day” alex huffed

you were dumbfounded, as this seemingly came out of nowhere. before you could even respond, alex added,

“i seriously don’t like him flirting with you like that… and i hate that you let it happen too”

“alex… are you kidding me?! he was not flirting! we’re just friends! and even if we were flirting, it’s none of your business. im single, im young, so who cares if i was flirting with him?”

alex growled as he creeped up closer to you and in a low voice responded,

“well i know for a fact that you were definitely flirting back, weren’t you? and if you wanted for guys like George to stop making moves on you, then i would definitely get rid of your little “emo” and slutty outfits.. i know for a fact that you’re fishing for attention just from the things you wear” he growled intentionally

you once again were at a loss for words. how could he talk to you this way? who did he think he was? your father?! no… this wasn’t okay.

“let me ask you something alex… are you my boyfriend?”

alex was silent with a bright red face, he finally responded with a stuttering,

“w-what?”

“exactly, you’re not my fucking boyfriend. so if i want to prance around in a tiny bra and tiny shorts, then that is my business, not yours! and if guys flirt with me, so what?! i can’t help it if they want me, you asshole. i’m done here”

you make your way into the house angrily. alex followed you and you slammed your bedroom door in his face before he could get inside. you couldn’t help it if someone like George really was flirting with you. you angrily let tears fall from your face and threw off your jewelry and accessories. you felt ugly, you felt uncomfortable after alex pointed out that you shouldn’t wear revealing clothing. but so what? you’re your own person.

you stiffled your sobs as you remembered that alex was waiting outside your door. he knocked lightly and you quickly tried your best to dry your tears.

“come in” you said just above a whisper

alex came in slowly. it seemed he was less angry now and more worried as he saw your runny makeup and heard your soft sobs.

“y/n… im really sorry, i didn’t mean to upset you, i didn’t mean for things to turn out like this” he rubbed his neck awkwardly and avoided eye contact

“alex… i like the way i dress. and i will not let you make me feel bad for anything i do”

alex nodded and said,

“i just hate seeing so many guys have all their attention on you… it’s really annoying”

“but why? i thought of all people it wouldn’t bother you..”

“what? why wouldn’t it bother me?” he snapped back at me way too quickly

“you’re my best friend alex… i thought you’d want the best for me, i thought you wanted me to get out there more”

alex was quiet as he thought of what to say next. he sat down next to where you were sitting on your bed.

“do you honestly expect me to be okay with these guys to drool all over you? it’s annoying… i hate just standing by..”

“well.. am i doing too much? am i being too flirty? what’s the issue here ‘lex?” you were beginning to get impatient

“no y/n.. you’re not intentionally being flirty, you’re just being you and guys take advantage of that… they don’t shower you with compliments just to be friends you know?”

you understand what he was saying but it still felt like he was trying to be your dad and have a say in every move you make

“alex.. i can do what i want okay? i get that you’re being protective but im a big girl.. i don’t need this”

alex hesitated as he tried to explain what exactly the issue here was,

“y/n… i… i was jealous okay? there, i hope you’re happy”

“w-what? why were you jealous?” you asked genuinely

“god you are so fucking dumb…” he murmured as he pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance

“um, excuse me?! what the fuck is that supposed to mean?!”

“i uh… i-”

“tell me what your issue is, what gives you of all people the right to get jealous just because im getting a little bit of male attention?!” you cut him off, tired of beating around the bush

“because… i want to be the only one flirting with you! i want to be the only one who gets to see you in your revealing outfits! are you seriously blind?! i don’t want anyone else to be with you but me..”

the both of you were silent as you take in everything he said. he wasn’t being an asshole just because?

“are.. are you serious? you’re not joking, are you?”

“no y/n… i mean it… i hate to admit it but yeah uh.. i can just um give you some space now i guess”

and with that, alex was gone. he didn’t bother you for the rest of the night. he didn’t even check up on you as you cried in the shower while trying your hardest to wash off your worries.

when you finished showering and doing your nightly routine, you laid in bed with all the lights off. you could hear your own breathing as the house was achingly quiet. after a few moments, you began to hear a song play softly nearby. it was “niki fm” by hawthorne heights, your favorite song at the moment. how did alex even know that you couldn’t stop playing this song recently?

you walked out into the hallway, avoiding any creaky spots on the wooden floor. the sound of this song was coming from alex’s room. did he want you to go inside? was this his way of saying things that were left unsaid and unanswered? you didn’t know. but for some reason, you couldn’t stop yourself from opening his bedroom door. you couldn’t help it if you crawled into bed next to him. and you definitely had no say in what happened next.

as you got into bed with him, you felt his strong hands grip both sides of your body by your hips. in one swift motion, you were straddling alex. even in the dark you could see his smile.

“hi..” you managed to squeak out

“y/n… what are you doing here?”

“i…. i don’t know…” you said honestly but you knew. you knew that you couldn’t stay away from him, you never could

“are you here… to seduce me?”

it was silent, until alex broke this silence with loud laughter

“oh fuck you”

“okay” alex whispered and he began to leave soft kisses to your shoulders. he moved up to your neck, making you jump from the shivers you felt run down your spine

“what?! what are you doing alex?” you whispered

“you can tell me to stop, you know? but i know you won’t… i know you came in here because you wanted more… you didn’t want tonight to end the way it did, did you mamita?”

your breath hitched as you heard his words. how did he know that you wanted him? was it that obvious?

“n-no… i mean, maybe i just wanted us to make up with a little cuddle?” you were trying to convince yourself at this point

“yeah? or did you want to come in here, profess your love for me and then proceed to beg me to fuck your brains out until you couldn’t walk properly?”

and again, his words left you breathless

“alex… what makes you so sure i even want you? let alone in that way…”

“well, for one… you’re still here and two, you’re letting me leave sweet little love bites all over your hot body… aren’t you? you just love my lips on your skin… you love the way my touch feels, don’t you princesa?”

he didn’t even give you any time to respond as he suddenly switched your position and now he was above you, his cold necklace dancing between the two of you.

“tell me to stop and i will y/n… just say the words” he whispered hotly in your ear as he sucked and bit the side of your neck while he simultaneously held both your wrists in one hand of his, and pinned them above your head. you couldn’t breathe. you couldn’t speak. all you could do was let out a sorry little whimper from the pressure of his tongue on your sweet spot.

“i thought so… so tell me y/n… did you think about what i said?”

you nodded silently

“and what do you feel about it all?”

“alex… i-i… i feel things for you… so many things” you stuttered out and that was enough for him to hear before he leaned forward and kissed you

“i really like you y/n.. i have for months now… and i want to show you exactly how much i like you… is that okay?”

again, you nodded silently

alex began to kiss you again, this time he pressed into you and let your wrists free as he supported himself above you. your hands instinctively went to his hair, and as you closed your eyes, the kiss deepened. it was slower than before but very intense. his tongue slid alongside yours and insisted for dominance. he led his hand down to reach underneath your shirt. he quickly pulled off your shirt and started to suck on your hardened nipples

“a-alex…. please” you moaned out

“use your words sweetheart, what do you want daddy to do?”

“please don’t stop… i need you so badly, i’m so fucking wet for you ‘lex”

he chuckled as he worked his way down your body with his lips.

“you don’t understand how much i’ve wanted this, how ive wanted you…”

“tell me more?” you asked him

“i… i touch myself every single night just imagining your sexy body, god do you turn me on y/n. you walk around our house wearing practically nothing on purpose don’t you, you little whore? be a good whore for me huh? show me exactly what you’ve been flaunting around me for months, mami” he started to play with your swollen clit and it just about made you cum right then and there

“you touch yourself to thoughts of me?” you asked innocently, in between a mix of moans of course

“how could i not? my cock is always aching and ready to burst inside my jeans each day i see you. you and those revealing fucking outfits. fuck, your tits always one tiny inch away from tearing open your tiny shirts from how huge they are. and don’t even get me started on your ass y/n… the things i’d do for just one back shot… im so fucking hard just at the thought of it… god i need you y/n, get on your fucking knees”

you obliged and you work quickly to undo his jeans and free his leaking dick. your mouth watered at the sight and you didn’t hesitate to take him into your mouth completely.

“oh… ah- y/n, p-please slow ugh… slow down mami, i want to enjoy it”

as you slowed down, your hand wrapped around his base. you looked up at him through your long eyelashes and his hips stuttered as he just about came. it was a beautiful sight seeing you eagerly waiting for his seed and your swollen red lips and hearing you out of breath. it was everything he imagined and more

he whimpered at every move you made. he couldn’t take it anymore, he yanked you off him and he settled down between your legs

he wasted no time in slipping two fingers deep into your warm cunt. he moaned at how slick and tight you felt

“mami, que bonita eres…. your pussy is so pretty”

all you could do was claw at his skin and moan in response as he curled his fingers up and against your g spot. he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you while he suck and licked fast circles around your clit. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he kept a steady rhythm

“a-alex, please! need you, need your cock in me!”

he simply smiled and licked your sweet juices off his fingers. he positioned himself at your entrance. he slowly pushed in and the second he bottomed out, he looked at you for consent to continue

the lewd sounds and colorful curse’s leaving your lips were enough to encourage him to continue

“you’re so tight… so much tighter than i ever imagined princesa. tell me how you feel y/n”

“i can’t think, your ah! your cock is so good, im so fucking full alex. please don’t stop!”

and he didn’t stop, he went a steady pace

“i love your beautiful body so so much ah- can’t wait to paint your pretty face with my load mamita”

you moaned loudly as he hit the perfect spot. you grabbed his face and kissed him feverishly while stuttering out,

“right there, please don’t stop”

“que rica te vez corazoncito… i won’t stop”

he sped up his movements, every slam went right to your g spot and you were so close now

“almost baby? corre para mi… that’s it princesa, viene para mi”

and your legs trembled as your core felt tighter and tighter and your walls clenched around his hard cock. you were tipped over the edge and you came around him with a lewd yell of his name

a few more thrusts and alex came inside of your pulsating cunt

the two of you caught your breath and laid side by side. you couldn’t help but look at alex with admiration and lust

“i hope you don’t think this is all i want from you… although that was definitely the best i’ve ever had. i want more. i want all of you. i want to call you mine, mamita. is that okay?”

“of course it is alex… you don’t understand how long i’ve had a crush on you…”

“then is it okay if i take you out tomorrow? on a date?”

you roll your eyes at him teasingly,

“a date after fucking, very romantic”

you both laughed and soon you fell asleep in each other’s arms

[httpsserene]

my bahrain 2024 grand prix recap:

if it were anybody but max in p1 and they had the same exact race with the same exact lead on p2, they would’ve been driver of the day. did i still vote for carlos, yes.

a ferrari p3 and p4 is a win—i don’t care what people say 😤 we have to celebrate this as a win because it may never happen again this season. that being said,,, if i hear “we are checking” more than two times in a race, i am cutting somebodies head off at ferrari, and until an improved result is shown more heads will roll :)

did i expect anything different in mercedes’ performance today? no. am i still upset? yes. overall: if both george and lewis could qualify high i think they could have relatively gold race results. they’ve got to find a way of avoiding traffic and dirty air to prevent them from lifting and coasting, but alas, that is inevitable in formula one.

mclaren…i actually am mildly indifferent about my boys. obviously i want them to be higher up as i HOPE the car has made more improvements from last year. i want a lando win, and plenty of lando or oscar on podiums! i need menace mclaren annoying the hell out of red bull this year!

visacashappracingbulls….what the fuck was that at the end 😀 perhaps invest in future planning if you want to overtake a haas. that was embarrassing a lil but. i feel for yuki but i also feel for daniel.

williams; i haven’t looked into what happened with logan but i will be checking! i want him and alex to both do well, and at least have one of them get points today but, it is what it is. i feel like it’ll come in time tho

alpine, go ahead and clock out! if they DNS every race from this point forward they will probably have the same amount of point even if they raced. which is 0 LMAO 😭

aston; same as mercedes really qualify higher and perhaps they will end the race better (truly i think, maybe, that can be said for anyone LMAO but i mean in the sense that they could maintain a higher position better than other teams regardless of their qualifying position if that makes sense?)

stake, sauber, kick, whatever the hell um you’re definitely on the track. i couldn’t miss the car if i tried. also couldn’t miss that 56 second pit stop!

anita max wynn

lewis has such a fat ass that it broke the seat

give me my damn pitstop times CONSISTENTLY. it was funny seeing the 52 from sauber but hell not seeing the others

oscar tried to stay ahead of lewis and it didn’t work but it was a good attempt! keep the confidence up bestie

i did not forget about george potentially leaking fluid at one point or charles’ breaks, or lewis’ battery, or the entire mercedes car—but im just happy it’s over lmao

ONE RACE IN NO DNF, NO CRASHES, NO RED FLAGS, how long will this last?!!!

i’ll see y’all next saturday with another race recap 🫡

[kindnessisweakness2]

Delusional - Part 25

Delaney stood in her now empty room infront of her vanity. She had showered and was currently trying to tame her curly hair with one hand. Her shoulder was unbelievably sore and she didn't want to risk breaking the stitches by waving her arm around. "Baby let me help" Jax's voice was soft and she could tell by his tone he was worried about her. Having been held hostage for a day and shot at, how could he not? Sighing in defeat, knowing there was no way she was going to be able to do it alone she held her hair tie out towards him. "Just pile it on top of my head. The last thing I give a shit about is looking presentable." Jax kissed her head as he made eye contact with her through the vanity mirror. "Your beautiful. Always." Smiling at him, she couldn't help but think that she almost lost him today. Almost lost everything. Because of him. Gently taking hold of her long curls Jax twisted them into a messy bun on top of her head like he had seen her do thousands of times before. "You don't have to do this y'know? I can take care of it.." Spinning around, the look on her face alone stopped Jax speaking. "This. This is my choice. This is something i have to do. Closure. Whatever the fuck you wanna call it." Stepping around him, she continued to speak as she pulled on one of his SAMCRO jackets and zipped up the front. "Look, the amount of hurt he has caused me. What me made me lose and what i almost lost yesterday, i need to face him. I need to watch it happen. Know he is really gone." Delaney took Jax's hands in hers and looked up at him. His blue eyes held nothing but concern and love, and it honestly made her want to melt. The safety and love he gave her was something she had never had before, even from her own parents. And she will spend every day of the rest of her life with him feeling like she didn't deserve it. "I love you. And i know your looking out for me. Us.." She moved their hands to rest on her lower belly. "But this is something I'm not going to let go. If i dont confront this, dont face him, he will haunt me forever. It will bleed all over our relationship, our future and that is not something im going to let happen. " Jax nodded and kissed her gently. "Im with you. Always." Smiling against his lips, she captured him in another kiss. "Always."

An hour later and they were pulling up outside the warehouse on the edge of the Wahiwah land. Delaney would be lying if she said she was fine. Sickness rolled through her stomach from the moment they left the house, but she wasn't going to tell Jax that. If he thought for one second she was anything other than fine he would pull the plug on the whole thing. Stepping off the bike and pulling her helmet off, she made her way towards Opie. Wrapping her arms around his middle, he leaned down and enveloped her in a massive bear hug. "You had us all scared for a second there, D." Smiling up at him, Delaney pushed her fallen curls from her eyes. "Im always fine Ope. Cant die yet, Donna still hasn't made me that dinner she promised." Opie laughed loudly at the mention of his wifes cooking. "Yeah youll wish you had when you try her food. I love my wife, but fucking hell she cant cook for shit. You'll have to give her some tips D." The lighthearted moment was cut short as Happy made his way out of the warehouse. No words were exchanged as he made his way to Delaney and scooped her up into a hug. He held her for a long moment, before putting her down and stepping back. Happy was a man of small words but him and Delaney had always been close. She knew she could call on him whenever she needed and he would do anything to keep her safe. She couldnt explain how happy she was when he patched into SAMCRO, meaning he could stay in charming. "Hes ready." Delaney's smile wiped from her face instantly. Reaching out her hand to Jax, they made their way in together. Lets get this over with, once and for all. That was all Delaney could think.

Walking into the room where Alex was held filled Delaney with mixed emotions. He hung from the ceiling in a very similar position to how she did when he took her all those months ago. His arms stretched above his head in a position she new all to well how painful it was. As soon as she stepped into the room, a grin spread across his face. "Oh how disappointing, i thought id killed you." Delaney took a shaky breath before stepping close to him. Her Anger resurfacing at the sight of him. "Sorry for the inconvenience, but I'm very much alive and kicking." Bringing up her knee hard and fast she rammed it in his groin. The noise of pain he let out music to her ears. Turning around to Jax she held her hand out for his knife, which he gladly produced. "I'm not going to stand here and beg you to tell me why you did it, any of it. It's just you. Who you are. Your fucking rotten from the inside out. Theres only one thing i want to know." Tracing the tip of the knife down his chest Delaney had to fight the urge to plunge it in to his breast bone. For the tip of it to graze his hateful heart. For him to burn with pain like she did every day she was with him. "Whats the connection between you and Dr Knowles?" Alex smirked at her. "I cant believe it took you this long to work out. You really are stupid. We both had something in common. We both wanted you and that biker bastard away from each other. Except i wanted you dead and she wanted him to herself." Delaney drove her elbow into his sternum at the admission. She couldnt believe he told her outright. She expected him to toy with her, to make it a game. He groaned painfully as he swung back on the chain he was connected to. She hit him again and again, years worth of anger and pain spurring her on. "Do you think You'll be able to do it?" He spat out "you really think you'll be able to kill me? Even if you manage to do it, itll haunt you forever. The truth of what you did. Just like what you did to that Idiot Kevin does. Just like your baby haunts you." Delaney's eyes watered at his words. "It haunts you deep inside. The pain of it. You carry it dont you? And its heavy. The guilt. That you should've protected it. Just think of what my death will do to you. Ill always be around Laney. Always be in the back of your mind. That voice in your head. Always reminding you Who you really are. Little Laney, Never good enough. You should be thanking me anyway!" He spoke fast blood trickling from his mouth. "Thank you? What the fuck am i thanking you for you delusional prick?" She spat as she glared into his cold eyes. "I did you a favour. You'd be a shit mom Laney. Your not mom material. If you were you'd never have lost the first one. Your weak. You dont deserve to be a mom." Stepping back like she'd been struck, Delaney's back met Jax's chest and he quickly wrapped his arms around her. Tears fell from her cheeks at the taunts from Alex, and her stomach twisted at the satisfaction that spread across his face. He got to her and he knew it. One last dig. And by fuck did it hurt.

"Breathe baby. He's full of shit. Please let me handle it." Jax's worried tone filled her ears. Gripping the knife tightly, she tried to breathe deep. Tried to get a hold on herself. She promised herself she wasnt going to let him do this. Wasnt going to let him get to her. What a fucking lie that was. Stepping out of Jax's arms, She wiped her tears angrily. She wasnt doing this. Not anymore. She was done. Looking Alex directly in the eyes she drove the knife into his stomach. "Hate to break it to you asshole. I'm Pregnant." Pulling the knife back she jammed it into his throat. "I fucking WIN." She spat angrily. She stood there watching the light fade from his eyes. The sick Part of her enjoying it. Stepping back shakily, she dropped the knife to the floor. "See you in hell fucker." Turning around, her eyes fell on a wide eyed Happy and a worried looking Jax.

He's gone. He was actually gone. Never again would she have to look over her shoulder for fear of being snatched. He couldn't hurt her or her family ever again.

So tell me why Delaney still felt terrified on the inside?

Why did she not feel free?

[adidegmez]

spn s11 spoilers

s11 ep1(out of the darkness, into the fire)

crowley isnt dead he cant be. yes he is still alive. old dean is back. i love him he might be tough but he is sweet carina and kind and funny… sam is sick. baby has the mark!!and the darkness which makes sense.

s11 ep2(form and void)

A demon(king of hell) came for exorcism, perfect. poor jenna i liked her. im glad sam find the cure. cas will be better, hopefully.

s11 ep3(the bad seed)

Rowena is very short compared to Sam. Actually, everyone is much shorter than Sam, but I don't know, the height difference between the two is too much. Next to Sam, I would be like Rowena. he is too tall. Cas survived, finally.

s11 ep4(baby)

baby. baby is their home. baby is their happy place. i love seeing them happy. i needed seeing them happy, it was nice. john! werepire, i love dean so much. i would want to ride baby. if dean knew what she did he couldve killed her. this ep made me feel like i was with them in the baby. He shot the sheriff's deputy. ghoulpire:). The baby suffered as much as Dean and Sam. i thought we would see Chuck.

s11 ep5(thin lizzie)

finn wolfhard. I've never seen anything with him in it before but I know he's in Stanger Things and Ghostbusters. I didn't know we'd see him here. Len is a good guy. what happened to crowley?

s11 ep6(our little world)

cowley became an uncle but he acts like a father. dean and crowley they were bff's(in crowleys eyes). i hope they could still be friends. why didnt sam kill demons?

s11 ep7(plush)

i love donna. Sam is right to be afraid of clowns, by the way. is Charlie really dead? i still cant believe she is dead.

s11 ep8(just my imagination)

i knew about sully (because i saw spoilers,again). i thought this ep was going to be funny. and dean blames himself, again. dean is the best big brother. i kmow sam is dealing with something but all i can think about is dean. lucifer is coming, god isnt. The boys never found complete peace. They probably won't be able to access it until they die. I really want them to be happy but it seems impossible. Sometimes they have small happiness but it is not enough.

s11 ep9(o brother where art thou?)

amara finally became the darkness. if lucifer is in the cage where is michael/adam. hi luci. lucifer might be the most terrifying thing in this Show(especially in this episode). Dean should go to Sam as soon as possible. Did Rowena cast the spell wrong on purpose? Dean has to be there if Sam is going to say yes to Lucifer. If God comes, he will deserve every bad thing that happens to him. How many times was the world destroyed? He did not interfere with anything. he still doesn't interfere. Amara may be a little right, her brother betrayed her after all. Of course, there are parts where Lucifer is right. It's better if he doesn't come from now on. Where and what was he doing all this time?

s11 ep10(the devil in the details)

voicemail was funny. well, lucifer is not that terrifying now. but in cage he was. im not sure the darkness is the bad guy. i knew cas would be the vessel to lucifer someday but i didnt know it was today. wow. cas will be back(hopefully). rowena is dead im not upset. she really hates crowley. i hope lucifer can beat the darkness.

s11 ep11(into te mystic)

They had an deal but never followed it. But once Sam complied. Why? I still can't understand this. Dean was in purgatory. If he was in heaven, I would understand, sam would say Dean is in a good place and leave it, but Dean was in purgatory and suffered a lot. Why didn't Sam save him? dean is the vulnerable one. the darkness threw him off balance. and cas(lucifer) misha is so good. and jensen and dean he is georgeous. I can't take my eyes off him, most of the time I just look at Dean in every scene he is in. There are 4 seasons left and I want to see as much of him as possible.

s11 ep12(don't you forget about me)

jody and alex they deserved to be happy and they found eachother and now they are happy. and claire. dean and his love for food. claire is like a sister to winchesters, they are hilarious together. I miss the old plate, I still can't get used to the new one. I can't even say it's new anymore, but KAZ 2Y5 was different, idk. It was used for about 2 seasons, but I liked it more.

s11 ep13(love hurts)

dean has a death wish. what is he doing. why is he risking his life for others? well thats because this is who he is. still i want him safe. i didnt think dean would tell the truth to sam.

s11 ep14(the vessel)

i still cant believe Charlie is dead. misha is amazing. im scared. lucifer makes me anxious. well, at leat they kearned about lucifer. boys went through so much they still suffer, when can we just see them happy? i want cas back.

s11 ep15(beyond the mat)

dean was deppesed at the home but when he is on case, he is in a completely different mode. he sure knows how to hide his feelings. he does this perfect. Still, it makes me happy to see him happy. i love dean so much. sometimes he acts like a little boy(These scenes are one of my favorite scenes). i dont trust the demon who helped crowley. im glad he is out but i think lucifer wanted him out. did crowley really believed her? he looks disappointed. well, in the end he got away. dean:). The good characters on this show have all done something bad at least at some point in their lives. but they always tried to fix it. And that's what I love about this show.

s11 ep16(safe house)

i missed the old guys(They'd definitely be mad at me if they heard me call them old). i loved them so much. Why did the woman hide the scar on her daughter's leg and didn't tell the Winchesters? its really nice to see bobby and rufus again. dean is bobby, and sam is rufus it fits. sam and dean, of course they are bobby's boys. Dean was very confident that he would win rock paper scissors. but he still lost. Both of their facial expressions were perfect. dean is soft with kids. I love this side of him so much. i know winchesters will be safe, they'll beat the monsters but what if they cant this time. I assume bobby and dean saw each other since they were out of time in the nest. I'm glad bobby and dean were able to see each other again.

s11 ep17(red meat)

When we jumped to 48 hours ago, I thought we would only continue with that time. This time they chose a different narrative style. and i liked it. im gonna kill corbin. he killed sam. he cant be dead i know but still he killed him, well mabe he is dead, but he will come back. they always do. sheriff shot dean. sam how are you alive? i knew he wouldnt die that easy but dean checked he thought he was dead. how is he alive? i thought dean would try to contact crowley or even lucifer. wow sam was amazing. He killed 3 werewolves despite being seriously injured. and ran. dean didnt talked about billie because he knew sam would kill him for that. winchesters really do anything for the other one(exvcept one time sam didnt and i really cant undertstand why).

s11 ep18(hell's angel)

Why did Crowley kill that man? ruth conell! i knew we would see rowena again. but she is with the darkness. misha is amazing. lucifer is funny. Jimmy carries a demon, an angel and the devil inside him. he is really strong. of course you'll bring cas home. he'll come back. he has to.

s11 ep19(the chitters)

i thought jessie saved his brother in 19.. . at first i thought they were dean and sam. i think dean thought about john. when he was talking about revenge. I have many things to say about John, but I'm lazy right now. I can only say that I still don't hate John right now, I see that people in the fandom hate him a lot. revenge broke him. But he still tried to do good things for Dean and Sam. Most of the time he couldn't make it happen, but he tried and wanted it to happen. And I think that's enough not to hate him for now at least.

s11 ep20(don't call me shurley)

hi Chuck:) . i knew he would be god someday. but i don't know if he was God from the beginning or if God took his body in later times. i thought he would come in later seasons. i didnt think he would come this season. He spills beer on his shirt and irons it. perfect dean, perfect. metatron was good then power corrupted him. now whe is trying to convince god to save people. he is right. i think i like him more than chuck(god). Was Chuck just an act from the beginning? This is what I can understand from here. Metatron defends humanity. I guess he always loved humanity. especially their work. Was Sam having the amulet from the beginning?!! i dont know what to think about chuck. He could have done so much, he could have prevented so many bad things, but he didn't. only now intervened When there is no hope left. and again dean and sam was suffering. they almost died again. i think metatron saved the earth.

s11 ep21(all in the family)

kevin!!!!! the pain in deans eyes… donnt cofuse me with your dad … at least john winchester tried to protect his kids. Chuck did nothing and He still wouldn't have done anything if it wasn't for Metatron. He would let everything disappear. Did Chuck's hand shake when Sam was talking about Amara fog, or was it just me? yes, the mutant Ninja turtle:). i love dean so much. i know i say this a lot but these scenes make me so happy. I wish Dean treated Chuck the way Percy Jackson treated Zeus. There is Poseidon to protect Percy, but no one can save Dean from Chuck (except Amara, but Dean prefers Chuck to Amara), so he tries to show respect. rip metatron. he sacrificed himself for the universe. i knew Chuck would save them. Because who else could save them? father son Reunion.

s11 ep22(we happy few)

Chuck and lucifer I can't stop laughing. Chuck know his son well. boys dont know what to do. I think the Winchesters are reviewing their lives right now. From simple monster hunting, they fell into the middle of the drama between God and Lucifer. lucifer is a teenager. Of course, Crowley is trying to take advantage of the situation. Chuck is acting like a mom. The apology scene is so good, especially the part where Dean and Sam explain the apology is my favorite. lucifer is happy now. he got his apology. Of course Sam is trying to sacrifice himself. It was going to be either Dean or Sam anyway, but since Amara and Dean had a bond, this job was left to Sam. i dont think ucifer s permanently dead. he'll retur probably. did she just kill god?! what happened to crowley? Did he only hit Amara once? i cant think anyone that could save them now.

s11 ep23(alpha and omega)

carry on gains more and more meaning every season. i love it so much. cas is back! cas is their brother and i like it. Did only the Man of Letter members in America die? Are there still other members in other countries? Dean's imitation of Rowena was very good and funny. amara is just confused. her brother betrayed her because of who she is. this really feels like the end. i know its not but still it was never like this. this Show is always about family, especially siblings. there is always dean and sam then Michael and lucifer now god and the darkness. its really beautiful. i like this ending. i knew mary was coming back(i saw spoilers, again) and i know that this isnt good. she should've stayed dead(like dean and sam remebered her). sam isnt dead. he cant be. Charlie didnt come back i still cant believe she is dead. I don't think I will ever believe it. even mary retuned why cant she.

[imsogayyippee]

It's definitely not a happy ending, definitely more canon major character death, but Tool "Pushit" feels very Timlex to me, Tim's point of view. (Although, if you're not familiar with the song and look up the lyrics, I don't know how correct they'll be, as it's kind of A Thing that Tool submits slightly incorrect lyrics for their songs versus what they actually sing :/ .)

"I saw the gap again today/While you were begging me to stay/Take care not to make me enter/If I do, we both may disappear"

idk what im gonna say doesn't really make sense but like......... the gap would be alex not being there and "begging me to stay" would be like alex somehow asking him to keep living?? idk ik it doesn't makesense

"I'm slipping back into the gap again/I'm alive when you're touching me"

either tim is falling back into the operator absolutely ruining him, or he's falling into missing everyone who died (in this case, alex)

"Saw that gap again today/While you were begging me to stay/Managed to push myself away/And you, as well, my dear"

Same thing as before, butnnow tim is pretending not to miss alex to not be stuck in the past and feel beter

"Remember I'll always love you/As I claw your fucking throat away/It will end no other way/It will end no other way"

ok. Wow. Oh ok. dies

[yet-another-haven-of-dollya]

DOLLYA HOW DO I TELL MY GF I LOVE HER IN VIETNAMESE???

ik theres the gendered/aged stuff so- Shes a year you ger than me, im a girl aswell- uh- i love her v much----

pls last time i told her Anh rất yêu con 💀💀💀

i beg- pls 🛐🛐🛐

Oh you silly~ silly silly lovers of course I will be happy to help you~

Basically, "chị yêu em~" with "chị" as how older girls usually address themselves, pretty assertive yet still feminine and like "yeah I'm the older/bigger one here". Pretty much how Corrupt Syd or Alex would sound like More can be added, like "Chị yêu em lắm lắm" - I love you vewi vewi much (yes it's cute way *puppy eyes*) or "Chị yêu em rất nhiều (very much)"

If you're not really want to emphasize on the ages, go with "Mình yêu em" with "mình" as how friends of same ages would use, but "em" still vaguely mean your girl is younger yet beloved. More to add like above. Pure Syd's word

If you want something straight out from novel, go with "Tôi yêu em". "Tôi" is the most basically "I" in vietnamese, but put on this context it, how do I say it, very strong, assertive and more force than other nouns. Imagine it's like a rich, cool and handsome CEO in expensive suits, kabedon mc to the wall and go "I love you and I will make you mine." Like how Avery or Eden would probably do, Whitney too if they're soften enough to trust and show their affection. Ye, like that.

But my personal fav is something different. There's no equivalent word for this special word in English. Yes, "love" can be translated to "yêu", but we Vietnamese have another word to say how much we love and cherish the other.

It's "Thương"

"Thương" is how you say you love and appreciate them as they are, that you understand what they've gone through, and you will be there for them to protect them. It's not just limited to romantic love but family love, siblings, friends,... as well. A very "Robin" word.

Usually we use it together with "yêu" - "thương yêu". You can use the nouns I said about and replace "yêu" with "thương" or even use them both. "Yêu thương", "thương yêu" are most suitable for today uses I think.

For example, if my (not exist) partner were to tell me "Chị thương em nhiều lắm." I would immediately feel I'm sympathized and protected and we're closer to be family to each other. That sounds pretty lengthy for a simple sentence, but that's just how gender and age and hidden meanings in Vietnamese weight our whole language down.

Or... If you want something more "corny", go with "Mình mến em" or even "Mình si mê em". It's kinda like "I fancy ya" lol. There are more extreme ways too, Kylar level even, but well-

I'm a poetry person too if I may say so, so if you want more advanced romance poetic lines, feel free to ask me again~

"Tôi yêu em, đến nay chừng có thể~"

[vthetease]

my favorite things

it's me birthday

so just incase anyone wanted to know some stuff about V

heres some random info about my life as well as some of my favorite things

i am a libra sun, aquarius moon, capricorn rising

i like dark chocolate more than any other; i have since i first got my period. i like gummy candy and starbursts but my favorite are the little cola bottle candies. i like tea and coffee sweet, but flavorful. i like energy drinks and slushees and wanted my first tattoo to be a cola-mtn dew slushee but it wasnt. i like waffles more than pancakes but would prefer a toaster strudel or muffin. i like apples and lemons and cinnamon and garlic and truffle and black cherries but not maraschino. i dont like onions or cilantro or swiss cheese. i dont like chili because something about the consistency of wet, tomato-ee hamburger makes me ill. i also can't drink hard liquor.

i like smells like thick cologne that lingers and juniper and spearmint and old houses and honeysuckle and the smells of the earth when it stops raining in the summer. i like the smell of other peoples laundry soap and coffee more than my own. i like eucalyptus and aloe and teakwood and dragons blood incense.

i like classic rock from my dad and 80s pop ballads from my mom and afi and lincoln park from my older sibling and 4*TOWN for my younger sibling. one of my earliest loves in music was Paramore, and hayley is an inspiration of mine. i like pop punk and the band ive seen the most is sleeping with sirens, 4 times now. i like hip hop and rnb and acapella and piano. i like music that makes me feel alive. anything from violin to screaming, i just like passion. i'm a very passionate person and always have been despite myself.

i sing and like singing in the car, while i shower, and cook. i am very loud but sometimes can do cool things. i like how singing makes me happy and helps me relate to other people and also my predecessors. i like how i feel connected to those before me through my voice. my first time singing in public was my 4th grade talent show. I sang The Only Exception by Paramore because my parents thought Almost Lover was too dramatic and adult for a 12 year old

i like old movies and i used to fall asleep to them at my grandparents and wake up to them at weekends at my dads apartment. i like musicals like ride the cyclone and drama like the fault in our stars and action like john wick and will always be down for a horror movie. i like get out and candyman and hereditary and black swan and blair witch and creep. i like the twilight zone and rod serling has a special place in my heart. i also like alex trebek from jeopardy, matthew grey gubler, penn badgely, andrew scott, evan peters, and my biggest current celeb crush is matt rife.

i like being alone in busy places. i like to talk to people but i also like to disappear to the other room during the party. im the girl you find sitting outside sometimes smoking, or on the balcony. i enjoy walking back into a concert midsong and seeing all the happy little people being happy. i like stepping away from chaos to appreciate it. i like driving on highways at night when its empty and im high. i like watching airplanes land. i like sleep and i sleep in a tank top and underwear but never socks. my dreams always take me back to this very similiar place every single night doing different tasks with different people. i might start calling it the twilight zone. i like to paint my emotions in my makeup and artwork. i have always felt very deeply and openly.

i like the moon and the stars and it is so fascinating to learn about the same beautiful big rock my ancestors saw. i feel drawn to white butterflies and birds and bumblebees and skinks ( they r tiny lizards). i like history and culture, but im really bad at math.

thats all i can come up with for now. if you have any questions let me know

thanks for reading about me, lmk if youre in love yet

valentine, 22 today <3