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[elisabeth515]

A new dose of memes

Some stuff I made while procrastinating

(Translation: In Thy justice free me; thank you @histoireettralala for the quote)

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Max the wag: are we the drama? l Max Verstappen Imagine

happy note: hello my loviessssss! How are you all? It feels like it’s been an eternity and I am so so happy to be back to writing and interacting with your great and incredible asks and everything <3 and I know I said this was supposed to be ready by Monday or so? but I started an internship and it's been harder than expected, but I'm getting the hang of it so be prepared for more works to come!

Probably tomorrow I’ll be posting a list of all the requests I’m incredibly behind but that way you know I got them and are on my mind and will be written <3 I also don’t know if you like the idea of starting a tag list? Please please let me know, babes <3 

ALSO I got an incredible request of the Max the wag series involving our boy Yuki AND I LOVED IT SO MUCH so it’s absolutely happening!

YOU CAND FIND THE MAX THE WAG SERIES HERE

summary: For the first time, Max and you find yourselves on the other end of the gossip.

Hungary Grand Prix, 2023.

Max wasn’t feeling like himself.

The car upgrades were supposed to be great, not to make him struggle and happy a shitty day, which meant shitty questions, passive aggressive press conference trying to not look so annoyed, but it didn’t help that the press was painstakingly working to get the worst angles with furrowed eyebrows and waving off strangers trying to aggressively approach him.

Of course, it didn’t help you weren’t there to hold his hand walking around the paddock, forcing his blue eyes to focus on your calming smile and the inevitable lovestruck expression plastered on his face. 

And yes, he was letting out the fact he didn’t leave Monaco in the best of terms. He’d grown accustomed to you tagging along to most races, but when you informed him you wouldn’t be able to make it to the last two races before summer break he didn’t take it the best way. 

Yes, Max understood you were needed at your job and deadlines were way more difficult to meet with changing time zones, bumpy flights and noisy paddocks and hospitalities, but it didn’t change the fact that he needed you and his selfish self really needed you cheering for him, even if you’d seen him win enough times already. 

In conclusion, it was safe to say he didn’t really feel like putting on a genuine smile or goof around with interviewers who’d ask the same questions while Christian tells him off for looking unapproachable. 

The only thing that turned the corners of his mouth was a WhatsApp attachment from you, Jimmy and Sassy sleeping with the F1 channel on full display on the TV. 

It wasn’t long until Twitter and Instagram fan accounts came to the conclusion you weren’t there with Max, creating a small discussion with some people arguing that it didn’t make sense you’d tagged along to places like Baku or Melbourne and not go to a race less far away and arguably one of the most popular tracks of the season, while other people defended you saying you had your own life apart from being Max’s girlfriend, you had a job, conferences to attend amongst other things, so it was ridiculous to expect you to be there for every race, no matter how much you loved Max. 

You don’t know whether it was the fact you didn’t post a story on Instagram celebrating Max’s win or the fact Max hadn’t been his best self, struggling with the car, losing control over the tiniest thing and just losing focus overall the fuel for some fans to start speculating about the status of your relationship.

User1: why hasn’t y/n  posted something about max?? she always does when she’s not with him

User2: something’s sus 

User3: no pls I cant handle another July break up

User4: max deserves someone who shows up for him! He arguably had the most difficult weekend of the season and she’s mia 

            User5: she’s always there for him and has a right to have her own life grow the hell up!

Belgian Grand Prix, 2023

Last race before summer break meant most people on the paddock were a turmoil of emotions between the desire for the weekend to be completely over and wishing to do the best possible job before the break.

Max convinced himself he was coming into the weekend relaxed, knowing he’d have to put his best strategies, talent and focus for Spa, but a few free weeks were right around the corner so he could recharge with you, staying in bed for the entire morning before getting up to get ready to go out, maybe arriving back to the apartment drunk and giggly only to regret everything during the morning, but with the knowledge you were going to do the exact same.

He was facetiming you when he came across lots of fans wanting his attention, asking for pictures, until someone asked for you and Max pretended he didn’t listen, not wanting to answer things about his relationship, and the woman that asked wasn’t even sharp enough to catch your face on full display on his screen. 

Had Max known the chaos it would ensue not answering the simple question about you, maybe he’d reconsider, especially since Lando and him jumped from the paddock to a helicopter waiting to take them to the closing night of Tomorrowland where Martin Garrix was closing the last weekend.

User1: *attached video* pls pls you HAVE to see the discomfort on max face when someone asked him about y/n something is not right with parents

            User2: we all know he never speaks about her thoo, im keeping my hopes up!!!!

User4: I’m calling break up and good cuz I never liked her always acted like she was too good for the f1 world and never communicated w fans

            User3: that’s called being reserved moron!!1 you don’t see other wags taking pics with fans except maybe lily bc she’s a pro golfer!!!

You were sitting on your bed when Victoria sent a thread on Twitter (or X? or Threads? it’s confusing) pointing at every proof and detail about your supposed break up, ironically asking if you had something to inform the family since Max hadn’t said anything. 

With widened eyes and unable to contain the urge to see what people were saying about Max and you, two hours later you were still reading gossip sites and didn’t even hear the door of the penthouse opening with both Sassy and Jimmy running away from the feet of the bed. 

“Is this the welcome I get?” Max’s voice announced his arrival, catching you by surprise and throwing the phone in the air. 

“Fuck, Max! You scared the shit out of me, I hate you!” You laughed, finally realizing he was right in front of you and kneeling on the bed to attach your arms around his neck, allowing Max to grab you by the thighs and spin you around while you left small kisses on his cheeks.

“What were you reading? You looked very focused,” Max carefully placed you back on the mattress before throwing his body and groaning at the feeling of his muscles relaxing.

“Did you know we broke up?” You questioned your boyfriend whose blue eyes opened as much as they could, eyebrows raised and slightly moving his head in confusion. 

Max was confused but still demanded an answer on what was going on as he watched the corners of your mouth lifting and quiet giggles leaving them. 

“Look, it’s full of theories because I didn’t attend the last races and after you went with Lando to watch Martin, some fans started drawing their own conclusions!”

“Are they insane? Speculating about other people’s love lives is so rude, and just because I didn’t answer a question about you which I never do? People are crazy!” Max exclaimed on an irritated tone, but quickly caught your eyes, making him realize the people commenting were doing the exact same thing as you, just on a larger scale. 

“Baby, I think this time we are the drama…” You stated before the bedroom became quiet.

It was just Max and you staring at each other, recalling every time you eavesdropped a conversation that clearly wasn’t meant for either of you to hear, or discussed different theories on who had cheated, who had broken up with whom, why some partners were so young or looked almost identical. 

“Schatz, I am not going to lie,” Max started with a frown and serious face before continuing. “I am very proud of us” After letting it out Max started laughing, his cheeks flushing and placing his hand over his mouth to try to stifle the sounds. 

“Baby, this definitely means we made it!”

It was bound to happen, you were meant to eventually become a source of spectacle if you enjoyed gossiping about other people’s lives so much. 

After laughing to the brink of tears, Max kissed your lips; softly, slowly and sensually, making it hard to separate but he stared right into your eyes and asked you in all seriousness: “Should we feed the gossip? Wouldn’t it be fun?”

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More parts of An unexpected role! Lily meeting the grid and all drivers are wrapped around her finger, spoiling her and everything, plus lewis Hamilton being protective about y/ n and lily treating them as his honorary daughter and granddaughter, and lily having a little baby crush/ being fond of Oscar Piastri or Ollie bearman and not wanting to leave his side.Then the other leclerc brothers (Arthur and Lorenzo) and drivers are jealous because lily doesn't give them attention.

Thank you very much for this request!! It seemed very adorable and cute to me since I had imagined what Lily would be like attending to her first race... so here you go!!

An unexpected role (pt.5) | cl16

Summary: you revealed your little secret to your date, you didn't expect he would take it so well. Warning: none, just fluff + the drivers falling for Lily and spoiling her A LOT.

a/n: part five of “an unexpected role” I hope you like it!

follow the series!! Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

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ynusername guess where we are going this weekend 🫣🎀

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itslolasss nO EAY

ynusername hehe yup bestie 😋

itslolasss pls keep me updated this weekend babe, I need all the details

ynusername yup yup captain 🫡

user7 IT'S HAPPENING EVERYONE, THE LEC FAM ON THE PADDOCK THIS WEEKEND 😭😭😭😭

user4 OMG OMG OMG OMG EVERYBODY CALM DOWN, THIS IS HAPPENING

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logansargeant finally we will meet the popular Lilyyy

arthur_leclerc finallyyy

georgerussell63 the official mascot <3

lilymhe I'm happy to meet you both 💗💗💗

ynusername omg omg im waiting 🩷🩷

carlossainz55 lord perceval biggest fans

ynusername that's for sure

charles_leclerc I'm excited to have you both this weekend, my loves 🤍🤍🤍

ynusername and we are happy to accompany you my love 🤍🤍🤍

Charles iMessage

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You never thought you were going to end up in an F1 paddock with your boyfriend and your little Lily... But there you were both, accompanying Charles at the Belgian Grand Prix, -the last stop before the much anticipated summer break, It was the first time that you and Lily were going to witness the F1 action live, of course, you watch it on television in the comfort of your bed and support Charles at all times, but there is nothing compared to seeing it up close.

You and Lily walk through the paddock while Charles has his hand on your lower back, the three of you have a very noticeable smile on their faces and no wonder, he is over the moon that you and Lily are accompanying him this weekend, it's like having extra motivation to do well in front of the two of you.

“Are you excited Lilytunes?” Charles softly asks Lily, who is wearing a Ferrari shirt that says on the back: "Daddy's #1 fan", she nods at his words. She smiles with her eyes wide open, observing everything around her and he gives her a kiss on the cheek, you also do the same, it is much more impressive to see it in person than on television, the amount of people working to keep this show going is incredible. “And what about you love? Are you excited too?” He turns his head towards you to give you a small peck on the lips, you nod smiling.

“Pretty excited honey... I still can't believe that Lily and I are here!” You say with a dreamy face and he smiles showing his dimples. You don't care that there are 20 cameras around you trying to get a good angle of the wholesome family moment, you only care about him and Lily. “This is so amazing here!” You say excitedly as he lets out a small giggle.

The three of you walk towards the general hospitality, basically the joint place where the drivers and their families can relax and have a good time, to keep the harmonious atmosphere outside the track. You and Charles sit next to Lily on one of the comfortable sofas of the lounge area, just at that moment, most of the drivers get into a hurry... Maybe they are excited to meet the ferrari's golden boy little daughter.

You grab Lily in your arms and you bounce her softly. “Look Lily! I think you have a fan club now, isn't that cool?” You say as you stroke her hair and she smiles. “And of course, we're going to see dada race here!” You say, nuzzling your nose against hers.

Lily claps her hands excitedly. “Dada fast win! Vroom!” she giggled.

Many of the drivers come to see this weekend's star, and it is no wonder since Lily radiates charisma and tenderness in her wake. One of the first to speak was Hamilton.

“Hey there Charles, how's everything going?” He says greeting Charles with a pat on the back and then turns his attention to the two of you, giving you a kind smile. “And who's this little cutie? Is it perhaps the popular Lily and y/n?”

You blink for a moment. “Popular? How is that possibl...” You were going to continue talking but Lewis subtly interrupted you.

He nodded. “That's right! Charles won't stop talking about you two, he gets very excited when he talks about you, I swear his eyes had a special shine.” He finishes and you turn your gaze to see Charles, who is scratching the back of his neck embarrassingly and has red cheeks that match his Ferrari shirt.

Lily watches Lewis curiously. “Hi!” she says shyly as she hides in your chest.

Lewis smiles at Lily. “Hello Lily, it's so nice to meet you! Your daddy tells me you're his biggest fan!”

She smiles at the mention of Charles. “Dada fast!”

Lewis giggle and pulls out a little Mercedes cap for Lily. ”That's right! And you know what fast cars and daddy's need? Fast fans! Here you go.”

Lily's eyes light up, and she takes the cap with a giggle.

“Thank you Lewis, that's so sweet!” you smile shyly at the British.

“Don't worry y/n! I'll always look after my honorary daughter and granddaughter here.” he said with a smile.

Charles rolls his eyes playfully with a smile. “Thanks Lewis, you're spoiling Lily already.” he smiles softly.

The rest of the Thursday afternoon is a whirlwind of introductions, after the respective press duties, other drivers stop by, charmed by Lily's infectious smile, she gets a mini Red Bull helmet from Max Verstappen, a Ferrari cap signed by Carlos Sainz, a Williams blue hoodie from Logan Sargeant and a tiny McLaren t-shirt from Lando Norris. Lily becomes the star of the General Hospitality area, the drivers take turns stopping by to say hello, giving her gifts like miniature helmets and team t-shirts. Arthur and Lorenzo try to get in on the action, but Lily mostly ignores them, captivated by the older Ollie Bearman.

You giggle. “I think your plan to make it only have Ferrari merch is going very wrong amour.” You say while looking at Charles, who is watching Lily coexist with the other drivers.

He smiles. “Well, I can't blame them... Our little girl is a sweetheart, don't you think?”

You nod happily. “Of course she is, darling.”

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Friday arrives and that's when the action really begins, all the drivers and teams prepare for the first practice sessions of the weekend, Lily is very happy and so are you, you two find yourself in the Ferrari garage using the headphones to listen to Charles's radio.

“My dear, look, it's dada! He's driving really fast, don't you think?” You whisper to Lily and she smiles and giggles as she sees Charles on the screens.

“Dada fast mama!” She says and you nod smiling. At one point she sees that on the other side of the garage is Ollie Bearman, Ferrari's reserve driver, she almost screams when she sees him and starts to smile a lot. “Ollie! Ollie!” She says between babbling, trying to get the attention of the young British man and he smiles when he hears her and approaches you both.

“But it's the little Leclerc! How are you cutie?” He says, greeting Lily sweetly, she gives him a thumbs up and he laughs. “Hi y/n, it's nice to finally meet you.” He said, extending his hand and you accepted it smiling.

You smile shyly. “The pleasure is mine” Lily starts to move in your arms and makes grabby hands towards Ollie, you let out a chuckle. “Looks like you have a little fan here, Mr. Bear.” You say and he smiles, Lily throws herself into his arms and starts pointing around.

“Are you sure it doesn't bother you?” He asks timidly and you deny.

“Slides! Slides!” Lily says pointing towards the exit. “Ollie, slides!” she says taking the collar of Ollie's shirt in her small hands.

“It's okay Lily, we'll go to the slide.” Ollie says with a shy smile as he takes off his and Lily's headphones. “I will bring her to you safe and sound.” He says and you smile and give Lily a kiss on the forehead.

You watch as Lily leaves in the British man's arms, what you didn't notice was the presence of Arthur and Lorenzo, probably looking at you in a state of shock.

“How does Lily prefer to be with bearman than with me?” he scoffs.

You smile innocently. “Let's say Lily has a little crush on Ollie.”

Lorenzo moves his head, denying several times. “Nah, nah, nah, she is too young to fall in love.”

You were so focused talking to the Leclerc brothers when you three didn't notice that practice had already ended and that now you had the presence of Charles, who made himself known by giving you a kiss on your cheek.

“What's happening gorgeous?” he asks you softly.

Arthur pulls his hair, frustrated. “Lily went with Ollie to the slides!” He says totally stressed while you and Charles just giggle. “She doesn't want to be with us anymore.”

“Oh god, Are you two seriously stressed about that?” He asked and Arthur and Lorenzo nodded, he laughs.

“I think Lily has a little crush on Ollie.” You whisper to Charles.

He grins. “I wouldn't be surprised, he's good with kids.”

After that meeting you accompany Charles to Ferrari's Hospitality, and after he changes his clothes, they go out in search of Lily. You manage to find her in a playground area for the little ones, she is smiling as she slides down the slide and Ollie watches her carefully.

Lily manages to spot you two and runs off the slide and then ends up in Charles's arms. “Dada!” she says happily.

Charles opens his arms to welcome Lily. “Hello there petit papillon! Did you see dada on the track?” He says while tickling her tummy. (little butterfly)

She nods and giggles. “Dada supa fast!” she says content.

“Oh but of course I was honey, pretty fast, don't you think?” he asks her and she nods.

“So fast!” she giggles again.

At this point almost everyone in the paddock adores and loves Lily, so much so that they spoil her with gifts and sweets, and she clearly loves that. You feel happy because you feel that it is where you two should always have been from the beginning, and the fact that Charles has talked non-stop about you two from the very beginning makes it so special, since you can see the love you radiate as a family.

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itslolasss have fun today pretty girls, good luck to charlie from me 🩷🩷

ynusername Believe me, Lily has the most fun, everyone spoils her so much... I think I had to bring an extra suitcase for all the souvenirs.

itslolasss hahahah, she deserves it, you both deserve it actually!!

The weekend unfolds in a whirlwind of activity, Lily becomes a permanent fixture at Ollie Bearman's side, much to the amusement (and slight jealousy) of the other drivers. Arthur and Lorenzo try in vain to win her attention, showering her with toys and sweets. But Lily's heart belongs to Ollie and the shiny Ferrari little car he gave her.

Now it is Sunday, the most anticipated day, you and Lily meet again in the Ferrari garage, you both watch Charles prepare to leave for the starting grid, but not before approaching you.

You smile softly at him. “Hey bébé, are you okay?” you asked him softly. (baby)

He shrugs. “I think so... I want to do well for both of you.” He says and you give him a kiss on the tip of his nose. “To be honest with you, I'm a little bit nervous.” he whispers.

You just smile at him again, you more than anyone know how anxious he sometimes gets before the races. “You will do great my darling, but one thing is for sure... Lily and I will always be proud of you no matter what happens.” You whisper to him and give him a small but necessary hug. “Now go out there and attack them all, okay?”

Lily smiles at him and hug him too. “Papa win?” she asked him.

He smiles. “We will see it my love, we'll see.”

The atmosphere is electric as the grid forms up. Lily sits on your lap, bouncing with anticipation while you both look at the screens where they show the formation of the starting grid. You feel nervous inside, something that always happens to you when you watch the races at home with Lily, but this time it is much worse, you feel anxious and expectant of what could happen and what Charles can do on track.

The race starts, and Charles battles his way through the field, since he started from P5, Lily cheers him on with every overtake and you do the same, you two are probably the most enthusiastic fans in the Ferrari garage, Andrea, Charles's personal trainer, smiles when he sees you two so happy and bubbly with every action Charles does on the track, he knows how important it is to Charles that you two be there for him.

You smile at Lily as you watch Charles move into P2 mid-race. “Oh god, look at papa go lily, he's really going for that win.” you whisper at her.

Now it's the last lap and Charles is neck and neck with Max for the race win, Lily is on the edge of her seat.

“Come on, Charles... You can do this.” you say while holding your breath.

Charles makes a daring move and takes the lead. Lily erupts in cheers. “Dada win! Dada win!”

Charles crosses the finish line first and the crowd goes wild. Lily jumps up and down, clapping her hands. You have a smile from ear to ear and no wonder, the first race you attend as a family and he decides to win for you.

The mechanics congratulate you two and seeing that everyone is going to the podium, Lily also wants to go, you are a little hesitant to really go there until Andrea takes you and Lily to the podium.

When they arrive at the parc fermé area, they see everyone in a state of ecstasy and happiness. Charles gets out of the car raising his arms in celebration and goes out to hug his team. You smile when you see him so happy and proud of himself... When he takes off his helmet and balaclava, he looks at you two and smiles from ear to ear, he runs towards you to give you both a huge hug and he kiss you on the lips, not caring who is looking at that wholesome moment, you feel him smiling in the kiss and you smile too.

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After the podium, you and Lily wait for the champion in his driver's room. Both of you can't stop feeling excited and happy about what you've just experienced. After a couple of minutes, Charles enters holding his winner trophy, you and Lily rush to congratulate him.

“Papa win!” she smiles as he hugs her back.

He hugs Lily tightly. “That's right, sweetheart! Papa won for his two biggest fans!” He winks at you.

You smile and kiss his cheek. “We're so proud of you baby! You did a great job out there!”

“A job that would be impossible without my greatest supporters.” He smiles again, like a little boy.

“I know sweetheart.” You say and notice how Lily starts to yawn against his shoulder. ”Looks like all the excitement is catching up with our little champion... Time to head back, I think.” You let out a giggle.

He giggles too. “Right, just let me take a shower, change and we'll go, it's that okay?” he asks and you smiled and nod.

“As you say captain Lec!” you say and he laughs, you take Lily back into your arms and she lays her head on your shoulder.

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The door clicks shut behind you as you enter your hotel room. Charles carefully lays a sleeping Lily on the bed.

You carefully undress Lily to put her in a onesie pajama. “She must be exhausted. What a whirlwind of a weekend!”

“She's out like a light. All that cheering must have tired her out.” he giggles softly.

You finish putting her pajamas on and you pull the covers gently over her small frame. “But of course, she was very happy to see you in your element, love.” you smile again.

“The best kind of whirlwind, you know? Seeing her so happy... it makes everything worth it.” He walks over to you and wraps his arms around you.

You lean your head on his chest. “Seeing you win was so so special too. You were pretty amazing out there.”

He kisses your hair. “I couldn't do it without you two there.”

A comfortable silence settles between you for a moment. You listen to the soft sounds of Lily's breathing.

“I still can't believe how much attention she got from all the drivers. Lewis practically adopted us!” you say.

He chuckles. “He does have a soft spot for kids. And let's face it, Lily's pretty irresistible.” He says.

“Especially to Ollie. That boy is a natural with her.”

He raise an eyebrow playfully. “Don't worry, are you jealous love?”

You punch him lightly on the arm. “Maybe just a little... Don't you want her to be a daddy's girl?”

He nuzzles his nose against yours. “Of course I do babe. But seeing her happy makes me happy, no matter who she's playing with.”

You look out the window at the city lights twinkling below. A comfortable silence settles again.

“This has been the perfect weekend. Maybe we can bring her to another race, you know, after the summer break, what do you think?” you ask him softly.

He kisses your forehead. “I'd love that chérie. We can make it a family tradition.” he sighs contently and then he whispers. “Thank you for everything. This weekend wouldn't have been the same without you two.”

You place a kiss on his jaw. “It was nothing, thanks to you for letting us fully enter your world, love.” you whisper and he smiles.

He pulls you closer, and you lean into his embrace. The sound of Lily's gentle breaths fills the room, a peaceful melody after a whole weekend of a high-octane excitement... The hotel room, bathed in the warm glow of the bedside lamp, feels like a haven, a family haven. You close your eyes, picturing future races with you and Lily cheering her Papa on, a happy sigh escaping your lips.

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charles_leclerc first P1 of the year!! 🏆 I can't stop thanking the team for the hard work that has been done in the last few months, it has been quite hard but it was all worth it 💪🏻 I also want to thank my biggest fans ynusername and little miss Lily, who accompanied me on their first gp weekend!! 💗💗 Thank you very much my loves, thank you for always supporting me and being there for me at all times 🤍 Thank you for making this weekend even more special for me, love you lots!! 💗💗 Now is the time to recharge and come back better than ever 💪🏻💪🏻 see you in zandvoort!! 🇳🇱

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user4 oh my, the kiss and hug on the podium was incredible to see, congratulations champ!!! 💪🏻🏆

georgerussell63 it was nice to finally meet Lily this weekend, the official f1 mascot 🫶🏻🫶🏻

landonorris she owned the paddock the weekend, she left me without candies :(

charles_leclerc stop‼️talking‼️about‼️my‼️ daughter‼️ please‼️

lorenzotl let's go little brooo!!

user1 the official f1 family 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

alex_albon little Lily was the star of this weekend <3

ynusername oh babeee 🥺🥺😭 don't thank us, we are more than happy to accompany you and support you every weekend if necessary! We love you so much champ!! 🤍🤍🤍🤍

charles_leclerc honey, I love you both so so much, thank you for coming with me, I really can't find how to thank you 🥹🥹💗

ynusername you don't have to do it, it's not necessary my love 💗💗 now let's focus on taking that well-deserved break, because I think we deserve it ☺️☺️

charles_leclerc I'm looking towards it amour 🥰🥰

user6 oh my heart... the last picture, Lily looks so adorable and cute with her Olaf backpack 🥺😭

logansargeant the most wholesome family on the grid 🤍 congrats dude!!

lewishamilton it was lovely to meet Lily and ynusername this weekend 🤍🤍 you have a beautiful family mate

charles_leclerc thank you lew 🤍

ynusername it was also lovely to meet you too Lewis <3 <3

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thank you thank you thank yooou!! And I don’t mind waiting for good stuff 🤷‍♀️

Okay so my idea kinda was in episode 7 when George and Lipton is in the same foxhole. So they get “hit” by the dud but the reader is so scared something actually happened to George, so she is running towards their foxhole and George is screaming for her to stay put cuz he’s okay and then she gets hit….or almost…I mean something tragic. I wanna bawl my eyes out.

And of course…feel free to not do it, if you think it sucks🧡 Love your stuff and have a good day !

louder than bombs (george luz x reader)

word count: 1800+

warnings: blood, gore, death, angst (w happy ending), bff! roe, mutual pining, i hint at both renée x roe AND baberoe

notes: used some hcs from this (shameless self-plug), and happy new year to all! i hope that 2024 is your year :)

“So, you and Luz, huh?”

Despite Lieutenant Dike’s request not to (like you'd listen to a coward like him anyway, even if he did have a good point), you and Eugene were sharing a foxhole — one a few meters behind where Skip, Penk, Don, and Luz were standing around in a circle, joking and laughing.

Taking your eyes off the man in question — you'd been staring at him from afar for too long, anyway — you turned to Eugene with a befuddled expression. “What do you mean, ‘You and Luz?’”

He took one look at your face and chuckled around the cigarette in his mouth. “It can mean whatever you want it to mean.”

“You say that as if we’re together or something, Gene,” you scoffed and held yourself tighter for warmth.

“Practically. Seen yourself lately? You blush and smile whenever he talks to you.”

Spluttering in response, you could feel your ears going red. “Well, Bayou, what if I’m blushing because it's zero degrees out here? And what if he’s just a funny guy in general?”

Eugene glanced over to the group of men, and, as if on cue, they were cracking up at George’s impression of the chickenshit lieutenant. “He’s a good match for you, (Y/N).”

“Oh, I'm so glad you approve,” you said, rolling your eyes at your friend. “Gonna read our wedding rites now?”

He put out his cigarette. “He makes you laugh. We could all use some of that.”

You inspected the faraway look in Eugene’s eyes, and you knew he was right. The fatal accident with the goddamned Luger that killed Hoobler recently, the barrage earlier today that sent both Joe Toye and Bill home with missing right legs, the overall misery of this frozen hell. You’d all seen your fair share of blood and open flesh; the company needed the beam of light that was George Luz.

Watching Luz as he was pulled aside by Lipton, you exhaled, nodded, and huddled a little closer to Eugene. “Yeah. Yeah, you're right.” After a few quiet, thoughtful moments, a small smile creeped back up on your face when you thought of something to bring up the mood again.

“You never heard me teasing you about Renée,” you muttered beneath your breath, loud enough for him to hear and correct you on because you had teased him about the Belgian nurse. Before he could, you pushed on, your grin growing, “Hey, what about you and Babe, huh?”

Now it was his turn to turn to you shocked. Your snickering was interrupted by the roaring, deafening sound of a bombardment shredding trees around you.

“Shit!” you cursed, the night sky lighting up with fireworks of yellow and white. Snow and dirt erupted from the ground like spurts of lava from a volcano. Through the ringing in your ears, you heard bellows of “Incoming!” and other indistinct cries.

Turning to the man next to you, you shouted above the din, “Eugene, you alright?”

“Fine,” he shouted back as he clutched his helmet tight to his head. “You?”

“Fine,” you echoed with a nod, though maybe your head had moved on its own with the shaking ground beneath you. You strained your ears to single out cries for a medic; you didn't catch any, and you weren't sure if that was because no one had gotten hurt yet or because they were dead within an instant.

You peeped over the edge of your foxhole. In the flashes of light, you could make out amongst the silhouette of wrecked trees George hurriedly crawling on the ground towards a foxhole with two soldiers in it, yelling for him to come on. If your hearing wasn't failing you, you recognized their voices as Skip and Penk.

“What d’ya see?” Eugene poked his head out of the foxhole.

Your voice was strangled in your throat as you helplessly watched George inch his way toward cover. “I—” you started, before a shell directly hit the two men in the middle of their calls. Frantically, you backed into your foxhole. “Skip and Penk, they’re…”

“What?” Eugene shouted, and you realized you had only murmured it.

“Muck and Penkala got hit!” you cried. The look you gave Eugene told him that there would be no saving them.

You got back up to peek over your foxhole and saw that Luz had vanished. Your heart sank in your chest, right down to the pits of your stomach.

Before your mind could register what was going on, your feet lifted you up and out of the foxhole. You could faintly hear Eugene yelling at you to come back, (Y/N), what the hell are you doing? You hit the ground at the same time a shell did just meters away from you, showering you in debris. Yet, you felt distant from the thought of danger or bodily harm, your raw instinct on overdrive; the only thing that was running through your mind as you dashed through the devastated forest was if George was okay.

Eyes flitting around, you caught a glimpse of him getting into a foxhole with Lip. As waves of relief washed over you, you jumped into a foxhole a distance behind them. A shell impacted nearby and swept the fallen trees acting as their cover towards you. You pulled your knees close to your chest and covered your head, staying like that as the barrage kept up.

Then, for just a second, it was silent. Closing your eyes, you caught your breath. A whistling sound ceased the brief respite, and you peered over just in time to see smoke coming from George and Lipton’s foxhole. Your mind disconnected itself from your body once again; it felt like you were moving in slow motion as your feet took you to them. That smoke clouded your senses, your thoughts — all you could see and hear were the vivid memories of Hoobler’s wound gushing blood and his dull eyes closing shut for the last time; you treating Bill’s still twitching leg while Toye’s shredded one was being bandaged by Eugene only feet away; and Muck and Penkala’s foxhole going up in a spray of dirt and a show of light, abruptly cutting off their shouting.

What were you going to see when you arrived at their foxhole? Bloodstained snow? Mangled limbs? Ruined corpses? Even the thought made you want to sob.

Your heart thundered in your ear, louder than any bombs or artillery the Germans could send at you, but you could vaguely discern George’s voice in your trance.

“Damn it, am I yelling medic? Stay right fucking there, (Y/N)!”

Right as you were shaken out of your own head, your eyes focusing on the two unharmed men as they yelled for you to stay put, a shell hit a tree hardly an arm’s length away from you. The burst launched you backwards, lodging shrapnel into your face and all over your body.

You let your eyes flutter closed as the screaming started.

-

“(Y/N)!” George bawled, witnessing the last shell of the bombardment blast the tree right next to you.

“George, get down!” Lip pushed George down into the foxhole from where he'd been peeking over to helplessly watch your unsteady advance.

George couldn't get the image of you shielding yourself at the last second out of his head. He broke free from Lipton and crawled out of his foxhole to your unmoving figure, relieved to find that you were still breathing out clouds of vapor, albeit unevenly. Your right cheek was cut and bleeding, as well as your arms, legs, torso — hell, was there anywhere you weren’t bleeding from?

He cradled your head to his, whispering that it's gonna be alright and you’re gonna be just dandy, (Y/N), even though he didn't believe those words himself. He lifted his head from yours and yelled for a medic with a hoarse voice, already scratched up from having to shout over the booming to tell Lipton that Muck and Penkala got hit.

George then realized that he had gotten extremely lucky that day; Muck and Penkala had been shelled just before he reached their foxhole, and the shell that had landed next to him and Lipton was a dud. Staring down at your bloodied form, he darkly concluded that maybe he wasn't lucky — maybe he just brought bad luck to everyone else.

Eugene seemed to materialize out of thin air at the panicked calls for a doctor and kneeled over you, ordering, “Set ‘em down, set ‘em down!” George laid you down on the icy ground, and he saw that your eyes were open now, darting around at your surroundings. You looked frightened and pained, yet when your eyes finally settled on him, you seemed somewhat at ease.

“Jesus, what did I tell you, (Y/N)?” Eugene reprimanded, but the concern in his voice was evident. He began picking out the shrapnel from your flesh, and you wailed out in agony. Ripping open a sulfa packet with his teeth, he then shook the powder onto your countless wounds.

In the back of his mind, George knew that your pained whimpers would haunt him forever if you didn't pull through, acting as the price of his "good luck".

“Told me to come back, Genie,” you smiled mirthlessly, which quickly became a wince with the gash in your cheek. The white medic band around your arm was stained the same color as the red cross on it.

Lipton was out of the foxhole at this point and assisting Eugene with bandaging your injuries. “You’ll be fine, alright? Just hang in there.”

George registered that he had only been staring, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. He intertwined his fingers with yours and squeezed your clammy hand, to which you weakly squeezed back.

Grimacing while he injected you with morphine, Eugene said to Lipton, “They’re bleeding bad, Sarge; we gotta get ‘em back to an aid station.”

George’s voice sounded far off from himself. “I’ll radio for a jeep.” As he did so, his hand still clutching yours, he couldn't tear his eyes away from the excruciation on your face. For some reason, he felt guilty.

Though it felt like years to him, the jeep arrived shortly, and the three of them carried you to the stretcher on the hood of the vehicle and gingerly placed you upon it.

Gazing down upon you on that stretcher, your face streaked with crimson, your hair matted with dried blood, George wanted to say, “I still find you beautiful, Bloody Mary," but for what felt like first time in his life, the words weren't there and the wiseass comment just refused to come out right.

What came tumbling out of his lips instead was, “I love you.”

Pausing, Lipton and Eugene exchanged a knowing look and watched with bated breath. Meanwhile, George wanted to smack himself for letting the adrenaline coursing through his veins get to him; this was definitely not what you wanted to hear — rejecting him should be the least of your worries right now.

To his utter disbelief, you smiled, in spite of yourself and the grim circumstances. “I love you too, George.”

Once his brain wrapped around the fact that you needed him as much as he needed you, he implored, "Come back to me, alright?” He gently caressed your cheek, his voice sounding different to himself with the undertone of desperation. “I—I’ll be right here waiting for you.”

You placed a feeble hand over his and turned to press a kiss to it. “I'm counting on it.”

The driver finally grew tired of the delay and urged them to get moving. George stepped away as Eugene hopped in the jeep’s shotgun seat to escort you back to the aid station.

Lighting a cigarette with trembling hands, George watched the jeep dissipate into the blanket of night.

-

Eugene let things sink in for a while; you were grateful for the time to rest as the morphine kicked in. When you arrived, though, you were awake enough to hear him ask again, a rare smirk hidden in his voice:

“So, you and Luz, huh?”

-

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[borisbubbles]

Eurovision 2023: #04 & #03.

04. BELGIUM Gustaph - "Because of you" 7th place

Decade Ranking: 11/116 [Above Måneskin, below Monika Liu]

HOED BEZIG DADDY!1!!1!1!!

Another wonderful example of 2023 gaslighting doing its work - I decided around April last year that Gustaph could get a top 10 and because of the, um, reception he got online, I gaslit myself into thinking 10th was his absolute ceiling. Maybe, maybe on the cusp of left side?, I thought.

In reality:

Remember when they tried to break him? Well look at him now :-)

I love a good underdog arc and the best arcs are served with casual Surprise (not rly) Top Tens, defeating the underwhelming fanfave beasts along the way. There WERE murmurs by certain fans about how PUZZLING it was Gustaph got a SEVENTH PLACE (often lumping him in with Alika, Vesna and Voyager) over TeyaLena and Blanca and (mild cringe) LaZarra and (megacringe) Iru. WHY IS IT A TOP TEN SONG? Here's a question babe. Why was it not a top six song? This is what finished ahead of Gustaph:

Let's see: A boring default winner, Käärijä, evil nepobaby with the worst song ever, italian himbot with a some song, pulpy tiktok nonsense, miserable ukrainian song about the war. What A Wonderful Top Six, how could anyone like Belgium enough for top ten.

Fortunately as the months ticked by, the sensibles concluded that yes, "Because of you"' slaps and is iconique. Which is ofc, the conclusion I reached before the liveshows😘 Yeah okay that's supercilious of me, but I'm living the moment, let me have it, okay! Seeing the light took less time for me because granted, I am Belgian (and worse, Flemish) so I always have to convince myself our entries work if I like them (lmao tough luck Mustii!!), and when they work, they work, you know. "Because of you" IS Eurovision to its very core:

A CHARISMATIC LEAD WITH A GREAT VOICE AND A MEMORABLE STYLE

AN UPBEAT BOUNCY TUNE CELEBRATING A POSITIVE NURTURING TOPIC

A GREATLY STAGED, VISIONARY ACT (which is mandatory nowadays)

ADD SOME ░P░ U░S░S░ Y░I░ N░B░I░O ░ 

(and the not unimportant accolade of being the new jingle for misja eurovision...x)

It came together better than Imagined. The live was a meteor shower of slays and serves. Daddy slayed, his hubby that made the graphics served, the girls slayed, PussyServeCunt slayed AND the jury rightfully served up three twelves (including the Greek one lmaooo - pwnt Andrew!!) to commemorate this beautiful triumph over prejudice, pettiness and internalised homophobicuntitude. His hecklers can touch grass by faceplanting into it.

This was the best Belgian entry in a long time. Easily the best one since the terminally underrated Blanche (who is still the best winner we've never had) and that is good grief, already six years ago? Seven after the current contest? We were overdue for a good result.

Anyway, this was an erratic write-up, but honestly, I don't feel like I need to explain much anyway. Gustaph rose from an act most people pretended to dislike from an entrant that is universally well-regarded and beloved by both the fandom and critics. If that is not a satisfying growth arc, then I don't know what is. SERVE, HAT KING, SERVE.

in sum, see you in Antwerp for ESC2026 after we win it with a GUSTAPH x MEROL collab...x:

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03. SLOVENIA Joker Out - "Carpe Diem" 20th place

Decade ranking: 7/116 [Above Barbara, below Daði]

:GASP: Only third?! Boris how could you - shush shush bish calm ur teats, my opinion on Joker Out has remained completely unchanged. Maybe that's the point? "Carpe Diem" is still probably my favourite 2023 track. On-curved indie rock with on-trend styling, what is this? Almost too good for the contest, that's what.

MI BOMO CELO NOC PLESALI LUBILI SE IN SE IGRALI KOT DA NAS JURTI VEC NE BO

And well, let's also be very clear here - Joker Out lived up to exactly what I wanted from them. It's one of those entries that does exactly what it says on the tin (see also: Pasha). The older I get, the more I appreciate the Actual Songs in Eurovision for their reliability and "Carpe Diem" was a really good song. Three minutes of unbridled indierock fun, that quickly turns addictive if you're not careful - it does get better than that, but it's a high bar that not many other entries pass. Besides, the live was you know, living up to my expectations and that's worth a lot in 2023, where most acts let me down. It was a joy to watch. Bojan devoured that live -

but it still felt like a group effort, as and the rest of the gang more than pulled their weight. Jan and Kris as the silly foils to Bojan's seductive self -

and Nace and Jure (who can both so get it 👉👈) as the two who would whip up the crowd making "Carpe Diem" well and truly feel like the concert that it was.

THEY WERE FUN

THEY HAD "RIZZ" (i really hate this word btw - or rather i hate how ESC.tv used this word to appear "cool" 🤢)

AND THEY HAD A TRUE EUROVISION LOVE STORY

(it is still wildly amusing to me that my two preshow favourites entered a bromance so electrified by reciprocal, yet unfulfilled sexual tension it felt like watching a Basement Yard Podcast 😍 Bojan x Käärijä 5ever💚)

So yeah, this was just all sorts of excellent, really. Ofc, 20th place is um... really disgusting and outrageous, specifically for an entry that brings me so much joy, but hey that's democracy for you. Results are being decided way ahead of time so the people with godawful taste that lead happy lives feel like they are relevant, or summat.

However, Joker Out didn't lose Eurovision 2023, they won it. Out of everyone, it was their fanbase that grew the most after the contest ended, so much that they're now considered a welcome staple at ESC preparties, alongside the likes of Daði Freyr, Go_A, Senhit and Anna Bergendahl, which is not a bad line-up to be a part of. They'll be back as Slovene reps in a few years, hopefully with a more immediate song and will do significantly better. 😁

Finally, yes, Slovenia went from first to third on my ranking, but eh. I figured out quasi immediately after the finale that my top 3 would be Czechia, Finland and Slovenia, and figured out just as fast that Slovenia were third in that equation. I hope it's been made clear that my feelings on Joker Out just stayed the same, while Vesna and Käärijä were subject to positive morphs, and the novelty of those arcs is worth a splitscreen ending.

WILL IT BE THE GREEN FIN OR THE PINK SISTERS?

it was actually... a very, very close call. 😲

THE RANKING

[leosxrealm]

No because that's such a good idea like ajsjdienwosnek also imagine just imagine them learning things about each other's cultures like cuisines and just showing interest in the others nationality (?) even before they are together also after they are together I can imagine each of them surprising the other with like the others national meals cooked and such OMFG I LOVE THIS 😭

okay you’re giving me a lottttt of ideas 🤭🤭🤭

alternate au! where max and y/n get into a fight and max is like i’ll sleep on the couch tonight (he might be angry but no way in hell he would ever let the love of his life sleep on the couch) and y/n wakes him up with his fav dutch/belgian breakfast and max is like “??? when did you learn this???” and y/n is like “enjoy your food babe” (he secretly called max’s mom to ask her the recipe omgomgomg)

haha i would simply fall on my knees and ask them to marry me if someone did this to me

[elisabeth515]

Thanks! It’s very interesting OwO

(Also look how ironic stuff could be, haha)

Btw I did some (late night) Pinterest browsing again and I found this very cute photo of this couple when they were engaged in 1900🥺

They’re just too adorable please protecc them

@elisabeth515 I hope you don't mind me tagging you, but I wanted to find a source for what I said in my tags (because I legit can't remember how I learned that) so I made a quick search and I'm glad to announce that I hadn't made up that fact and that Queen Marie was indeed Albert and Elisabeth's first shipper:

Albert I and Elisabeth met for the first time in the spring of 1897, on the occasion of the funeral of Duchess Sophie Charlotte of Alençon. Prince Albert was 22 years old, Elisabeth, 21. Her paternal aunt Marie Sophie, wife of Francesco II, the last king of the Two Sicilies, also attended the funeral.

It was precisely the "Queen of Naples" who acted as a proxy between the scions of the two illustrious houses. Several times she facilitated their meetings at Saint-Germain-en-Laye, where she had retired following the death of her husband. Elisabeth and Albert, after their initial love at first sight, also met again at the residence of the Dukes of Vendome, the palace in Rue Borghèse, Neuilly, where the official engagement was celebrated on 30 May 1900.

Regolo, Luciano (1997). La regina incompresa: tutto il racconto della vita di Maria José di Savoia

[alwayschoppedtaco]

okay, but who did it better ll m.v.

pairing: max vertappen x footballer!reader

warning: none, just bad google translations probably 

summary: just you guys being the supportive couple you are

instagram edit

faceclaim: Lieke Martens

masterlist  

y/n_l/n

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y/n_l/n wins feel extra good getting to celebrate it with the best teammates 🦁

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maxvertappen1 congratulations mijn liefde

y/n_l/n thank you my love

oranjeleeuwinnen 🔥🔥🔥

y/n_l/n ⚽

yourteammate1 lets keep the streak going 💪

y/n_l/n lets do it ⚽

fannumer1 🧡⚽️🇳🇱🦁

userone 🇳🇱🇳🇱🇳🇱🇳🇱🇳🇱

maxvertappen1

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maxvertappen1 thank you Belgium for a great race

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y/n_l/n congratulations my love 🏎

maxverstppen1 thanks liefje

redbullracing 🏎🔥💪

danielricciardo congrats maxie, don’t worry i’ll catch you next week

maxverstappen1 looking forward to it

fanfourteen 🦁🦁🦁

user13 🔥🏎🦁

fanofmax lets go

y/n_l/n

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y/n_l/n who did it better 🤔

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maxvertappen1 definitely me

y/n_l/n are you sure about that?

victoriaverstappen definitley you

y/n_l/n thanks vic

maxverstappen1 this is the deepest betrayal 

fanofyou you are both hot

f1wags okay but they are the hottest couple

userthree23 awe you guys are so cute, imma go sleep on the freeway

maxvertappen1

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maxvertappen1 okay but i did it better

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y/n_l/n okay maxie, i’ll give it to you, you did it better 😂

maxverstappen1 thanks schatje

danielricciardo idk man, it is her job, and you look like you are trying to karate kick someone 

maxverstappen1 😐

fcbfemeni max to @fcbarcelona? 🤔

fanofyou hate to break it to you max

fanformaxandyou they are so cute together though

user234 😂😂😂

y/n_l/n

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y/n_l/n post race max 👀

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maxvertappen1 schatje. . .

y/n_l/n i won’t apologize, you’re hot

danielricciardo what a babe

y/n_l/n maxiel going strong

danielricciardo you know it 💪💪💪

fanofmaxemillian she's really feeding us

maxishot she’s one of us guys

userseven7seven haha daniel and y/n max’s girlffriend and boyfriend

maxvertappen1

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maxvertappen1 got to see my favorite play

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y/n_l/n ❤️

danielricciardo i thought i was your favorite 😯

maxvertappen1 sorry mate

redbullracing congrats on the win @y/n_l/n

usernumber1212 🦁🦁🦁

fanofy/n she’s so pretty 😍

usernumerthirteen 🔥🔥🔥

fanofy/nandmax them supporting each other is legit so cute

max_and_y/n

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max_and_y/n y/n and max photographed at the belgian gp this weekend

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user23446 they are too adorable

fanofyoutwo if they break up, love isn’t real

usernumerthree when will it be my turn

maxielforlife i love them so much

y/nandmax hey god its me again

user694 they really are the hottest grid couple

y/nlovesmax 😍😍😍

userthree35945 they are such a cute couple

[footballerimaginess]

For the blurbs would u do one for kevin de bruyne? maybe smt fluffy where he comes back to y/n after been away with belgian nt for a while?

"Hello beautiful" you jumped as you heard Kevin's voice walk in the door. "You told me you weren't back yet, you sneaky Kev" you laughed, rushing up to give him the biggest squeeze. "I missed you so much babe, how are you?" you asked as you took his bag off of him. "I am okay, missed you too. Kids in bed?" he asked as you nodded. "Yep, they went down so quickly tonight" you smiled as he jumped on the sofa. "Ahh come" he patted the sofa beside him as you cuddled up to him. "Let's have a relaxing evening" he whispered gently in your ear as he kissed the side of your head as you snuggled your head into Kevin's shoulder as you watched the TV for the rest of the evening.

[elisabeth515]

Yessssss!!!!

Another piece of Napoleonic marshalate in Queen Elisabeth of Belgium is that, she was a great-grandniece to Duchess Maria Elisabeth in Bavaria, wife to the Marshal Berthier

Andddd another fun fact: Elisabeth’s father, Karl Theodor, Duke in Bavaria, was Empress Elisabeth‘s favourite little brother, known as Gackl in childhood (and Sisi was Elisabeth’s godmother! No wondered why her name has “Marie” and “Valerie” in it; Archduchess Marie Valerie was Sisi’s favourite daughter). His family was present in the Empress’ funeral in 1898—so this means, Albert and Elisabeth had met in 2 funerals: the Duchess of Alençon where both attend as relatives, and the Empress of Austria where Albert (as Prince Albert of Belgium) was there as part of the Belgian delegate and Elisabeth attended as a relative.

It’s always rather astonishing (to some) to know that the Franz in Sissi movies was the one who started the Great War in his twilight years, yet things like these that I have just mentioned above never ceased to “wow” me as to see how these different “universes” connected between each other. (Now I found out where Albert’s tall genes are from hhhh)

King Albert I of the Belgians (1875-1934)

I am very surprised that this man wasn’t brought up much in historical crush pages online—may I introduce you to King Albert I of the Belgians, the Soldier King (Le Roi-Cavalier). He was the king of Belgium during WWI, known for being one of the last few monarchs who fought in battle. Throughout the war he frequently visited the trenches and he was one of the allied commanders during the Hundred Days. After the war, up to his sudden death in 1934, he dedicated his life into rebuilding Belgium and the country became one of the most progressive and cosmopolitan countries in Europe in early 20th century. (Fun fact: he met Albert Einstein who was friends with his wife.) Besides being perhaps the best Belgian monarch ever, he was a very down to earth person and he loved rock climbing. In fact, despite all the rumours on him being murdered, he really died doing his favourite sport (see this news article).

My words can never do justice to his entire eventful life, but I would like to invite you all to appreciate this handsome man whose beauty has always been compared to Ryan Gosling. He always got that boyish look that I like in a man that makes him still very good-looking in his 50s—also he looks great in glasses. Despite being very tall (approximately 6’4/1.93m; my own estimate), also awkward, he looks very approachable and gosh, his personality just makes him even more charming.

Here’s one more picture of this beautiful man, hopefully to inspire you to learn about this underrated handsome boi.

This man really helped me start a lot of conversations just because he looks like Ryan Gosling and he is just too precious

[yournameoneverypage]

Happy Birthday, Babe!

My first non-request Shawn x Reader in honor of his 23rd birthday. I’m not going to apologize for the length of it, as I loved writing this! I hope you love reading it just as much!

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: None. Total, feel-good fluff.

Notes: I personally know nothing about the destination(s) I’ve written about here. It’s all based off of internet searching and creative licensing. (I hope it doesn’t read too much like a travel guide!) It is, however, currently #1 on my Places To Visit Before I Die bucket list.

~ * ~

Shawn stood in the doorway of the master bathroom where you were completing your nighttime routine. “Please, (y/n)?”

“No, Shawn,” you said, turning and pointing your toothbrush at him. “It’s going to stay a surprise, so help me God.”

You had planned a ten-day birthday trip for him, leaving just after midnight on the 2nd and returning on the 12th, but that was the only thing he knew about it.

“But I have to pack!” he argued.

“I am going to pack you,” you countered. “You only need to pick out and put aside the essentials and must-haves.”

“I’ll probably get hints when I see what’s missing from my wardrobe,” he contended.

“I doubt it. You have a lot of clothes, babe. If I pack a pair of your black skinnies, you’re not going to know they’re missing from the other thirty pairs you have,” you tittered.

“Black skinnies. Noted.”

You chuckled. “That wasn’t a clue.”

He leaned his shoulder against the doorjamb while you finished brushing your teeth. “You won’t be able to keep it from me once we’re at the airport.”

You met his eyes in the reflection of the mirror. “Wanna bet?” He scoffed before sticking out his bottom lip. “Don’t pout. As cute as you are when you pout, I will not give in.”

“You will,” he smirked then, knowingly. “You always do.”

“Nope. Not this time. There is nothing you can do that will persuade me to tell you.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Nothing?”

You spun on him and stated, probably more forcefully than necessary, “Nothing!”

Shawn grinned and started to saunter toward you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You know how much I love a challenge...”

Yes, and you knew exactly what his first move would be. “No tickling or I will withhold sex,” you threatened.

“You will not.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Risk it, Shawn. I dare you.”

He considered you for a moment but ultimately decided the possibility that you were serious was too high. He’d have to find other ways to wrest the details from you.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and tried to soften you with minty fresh kisses instead.

“Not gonna work,” you murmured against his mouth, easily getting swept up in the way your lips felt under his.

His hands began to roam, and his mouth and tongue were beginning to turn you inside out. You knew this would be his second move, in fact, you were counting on it. You were all too pleased to follow him into your bedroom.

~ * ~

Sitting at the kitchen island the next morning, enjoying breakfast, Shawn thought he was being sneaky when he casually reached for your tablet, as he had many times in the past when his own wasn’t nearby.

Without looking up from your strawberry and whipped cream saturated Belgian waffles, your Saturday morning staple, you said, coolly, “I cleared my history and temporarily changed my passwords.” He gaped. You snickered before looking up at him with a grin. “You think I don’t know all of your tricks?”

~ * ~

For the following week Shawn pampered you even more than he normally did, hoping he would sweeten you enough that you would confess even one little aspect of the trip you had planned.

He brought home flowers, and the marzipans and chocolate-covered potato chips that you loved but he hated, he rubbed your shoulders, ran your bubble baths, left extra sticky love notes all over the place, and didn’t argue with you over what to watch on Netflix.

He attempted to cook your favorite dinner one night, which was nearly a disaster, and reminded him that he’d tried to do so a few times before and it had never worked out. After you made him promise, again, to never try to cook more than scrambled eggs or mac and cheese without supervision, you rewarded his efforts. Spectacularly.

He even did extra chores around the condo, the ones that were usually your responsibility.

In all sincerity, you had wanted to plan something extravagant and unforgettable for those very reasons. You were his queen and Shawn always made sure you knew it. You truly scored the boyfriend jackpot when fate stepped in and entwined your paths nearly eighteen months ago. This was your chance to show Shawn that as much as you were his queen, he was your king.

~ * ~

You were proud of yourself for keeping your secret, much to Shawn’s dismay. He tried so damn hard, but you were resolute.

He was positively vibrating with excitement when you were loading the UberXL with your luggage, carry-ons, and two guitar cases. He had way too much energy for eleven-thirty on a Sunday night but you couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm.

Half an hour later you were crossing the tarmac of a private airport and approaching a small aircraft with only the pilot, a baggage handler, and Jake standing beside the airstair.

“A private jet?!” Shawn gasped.

While your boyfriend’s name opened many doors, this time you used your own connections and called in a favor. Sure, you could have hired someone else to plan the entirety of the upcoming nine days, but you really wanted to do it on your own. Of course, you had to work with Shawn’s team to figure out the more important logistics and intricacies, but they had all been sworn to secrecy.

As your luggage was being stored, while you were settling into your seats, Shawn implored, “At least tell me how long the flight is going to be.”

“Nineish hours, nonstop.”

Shawn opened his phone, which made you giggle because you knew he was googling places that were nine hours away by air. He started listing city names and was getting more and more frustrated when you said no each time.

“Babe. My love,” you spoke softly, bringing his hand to your lips for a tender kiss. “Just relax. Stop making the both of us crazy,” you snickered. “Try to get some sleep. I promise you’ll know where we’re going before we even land.”

~ * ~

Thankfully Shawn had finally been able to unwind enough to fall asleep. You were asleep mere moments after him but woke more frequently than you had hoped to. The flight was smooth but sleeping on an airplane was never as easy for you as it was for Shawn.

You had asked Jake to wake you well before you approached your destination as you wanted to be the one to rouse Shawn. You were able to manage an uninterrupted four hours of sleep before you felt Jake’s hand on your shoulder.

You gently stroked Shawn’s cheek and kissed his jawline before whispering in his ear, “Shawn baby, it’s time to open your eyes and look out the window.”

He snapped to full recognition when he saw the iconic blue domes dotting the cliffs of Santorini, Greece. You had asked the pilot to purposely take you on a flightpath close enough to do so, even though your true destination was Athens. Luckily you were arriving before the sun set, just after 5pm local time. The view was unbelievable; it nearly took your breath away.

“Oh. My. God. No way. No way! This is incredible!”

“We’re going to Athens first. We’ll be in Santorini for your birthday.”

“(Y/n)! This is...” He was momentarily at a loss for words.

“So, I did good?” you asked with a small smile. “Was it worth the wait and all of the mystery?”

His only response was to kiss you breathless as the jet descended.

~ * ~

You had booked an all-day private tour for your first full day in Greece’s capital city. You saw Acropolis, the ancient Agora of Athens, the Temple of Olympian Zeus, and the Acropolis Museum. You watched the changing of the guard, explored Plaka, and spent some time shopping at the Monastiraki Flea Market.

You had a lazy, sexy sort of start to Wednesday before joining a small, group tour of traditional Greek food with tastings over lunch. The remainder of your day was spent at the beach, playing and laughing and kissing, sunbathing, stretched out across the sand, and windsurfing on the water.

You didn’t want to spend every day, all day doing touristy activities; you also wanted plenty of time to relax and simply exist in each other’s presence before SM5 dropped and Shawn and his team actively began planning his next world tour. He deserved some calm before the storm. You both did.

You woke Shawn early on Thursday in your favorite way, and then, after a luxurious shower and a delicious breakfast, told him to pack his carry on with only one night and two days’ worth of clothing.

Waiting for you outside of your hotel was a Wiesmann Roadster MF3 convertible. Shawn visibly quivered as he slid in behind the wheel. You road tripped four hours up the coast to Pelion where you had arranged a private excursion, a boat trip, to "Poseidon's Caves".

Your captain eagerly told you all about Pelion’s geography and the stories and legends of each of the villages you stopped at along the way. You swam in the crystal clear waters between dolphins, which had you both positively giddy. You snorkeled outside one of the caves where a WWII shipwreck rested and ventured into cavities which once hid pirates and misfits. You couldn’t wait to look through all of the photos you took with your GoPro underwater camera.

While you had hardly stopped as you traveled up the coast to Pelion, you took your time returning to Athens on Friday.

That evening you went to the Thision open air cinema to watch a film under the starry sky. Afterward, you took a stroll from Thissio to Plaka along Polignotou in near total darkness, your only guide being the glow of the Acropolis. It was like walking through a piece of history, as though you’d been transported back to ancient Athens.

Saturday was a day where you had made no plans at all. You told Shawn that the only thing on the itinerary was your flight to Santorini late that night. You wanted him to choose what you would do until then. He said he honestly didn’t care because all that mattered was that he was with you. He’d be happy to stay in bed all day.

You strongly considered that, but ultimately you ended up renting scooters and exploring Athens on your own terms. You made a game of asking the locals the single most interesting or unique thing someone could find in Athens that absolutely shouldn’t be missed and you saw as many of them as you possibly could.

You returned to your hotel after sunset, exhausted but glowing with happiness, and enjoyed dinner on your balcony. You were sad to leave Athens but you were excited for Santorini and the second half of Shawn’s birthday trip.

~ * ~

You jumped up and down like a little kid on the humongous bed in your Santorini hotel room on August eighth, giggling, until Shawn groaned. You felt a little bad that you weren’t going to let him sleep in but you had too much planned for the day.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR SHAWNIE, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!”

He grabbed your ankle, pulling you down and nearly on top of him, laughing brightly. He rolled you both over, trapping you beneath him, and proceeded to reprimand you for waking him up at five o’clock in the morning.

~ * ~

You only had time for a very quick shower before you were pulling Shawn along behind you toward your second activity of the day, a private 6am sunrise tour.

You followed your guide to a secret observation spot in Imerovigli, a blue dome church perched on the top of a cliff. You watched, in quiet awe, as the sun rose. The view was magnificent, double panoramic, with the sunrise and the caldera. You and Shawn agreed that getting up so early was completely worth it.

Directly after sunrise, you walked to Oia village to explore, without hassle, while it was still quiet and peaceful. Following your visit to Oia, you continued on to Firostefani, a village next to the capital, which offered an amazing view of the volcano.

The second to last stop of your tour was the Prophet Elias Monastery, which was also the highest point of the island. You had only been in Greece for five full days and it was going to take you just as long to go through all of the photos you and Shawn had taken thus far.

Your tour ended in Pyrgos, the old capital of Santorini, a beautiful traditional village, where your guide left you to enjoy your breakfast at a small café.

While sipping your Greek coffee and savoring your Loukoumia, you gave Shawn a slim, rectangular, velvet jewelry box.

“No, babe,” he exhaled. “You’ve already given me so much.”

“You give me the world every day,” you smiled tenderly, willing your tears not to fall with how much you loved him and how happy he made you. “Happy birthday, my love.”

Shawn opened the box to reveal a necklace, a Damascus steel pendant hanging from a platinum chain. You could see in his expression and could tell by the way he wanted you to help him put it on immediately, that he absolutely loved it. He also showed you how much he loved it by pulling you onto his lap and kissing you, softly, lazily, and ever so sweetly.

~ * ~

Shawn was sulking. Just a little bit.

“What’s wrong, baby?” you asked, wrapping your arms around him.

“Why hasn’t anyone called or texted to wish me a happy birthday yet? It’s like my whole family forgot about it.”

“Oh Love, you have to remember that we’re seven hours ahead of them. It’s only 6am for most of them, even earlier for your friends on the West Coast. I’m sure your phone will start dinging and ringing incessantly in the next few hours, probably continuously interrupting what I have planned for you next,” you smirked.

“Of course, you’re right,” he smiled, already feeling much lighter.

“Now finish getting ready, and don’t get caught up in reading all of the birthday wishes from your fans that are already flooding Twitter and Instagram,” you chuckled.

“(Y/n)?” Shawn called, walking back into the bedroom from the en suite. “How’s this?” he asked, gesturing to his outfit. He had no idea what you had planned next, just that it was kind of a big deal. It was up to you to let him know if he was dressed appropriately.

“Hm, turn around,” you said, spinning your finger. You giggled.

“What?”

“You look absolutely perfect, Love, I just wanted to see your ass.” All too often he wore pants that didn’t show off how great his ass really was.

He retaliated with tickles until you were wheezing and yelling for mercy.

~ * ~

Stepping from the minibus that had brought you from your hotel to the pier, your eyes fell on the Lagoon 450 catamaran which was docked and waiting for you. Sure, you had already taken a boat tour back in Pelion, but this one was going to be a little different.

The size of this catamaran was surely meant for more than just the two of you, but Shawn saw only one other person on board, waiting at the top of the steps. The man reached his hand out to assist you and introduced himself as your captain, Felipe.

Once Shawn was also aboard, Captain Felipe said he’d love to introduce you to your crew, who were currently below deck, for the duration of your cruise. You and Shawn followed after him. Just before you descended, you insisted Shawn go first.

Walking through the doorway, he was met with a chorus of, “SURPRISE!”

Before and all around him were your family and closest friends. His parents, his sister, your parents, your sibling(s), Jake, Brian, Matt, who was recording it all, and your two best friends. Shawn turned to you with unshed, happy tears in his eyes and hugged you fiercely, kissed you, and thanked you, before ecstatically greeting everyone there.

You followed, distributing hugs and kisses of your own, and chatting excitedly.

When you saw Shawn in enthusiastic conversation with Brian, looking at you, you felt little tingles of apprehension, although they were the good sort of nerves, not the bad. You were shaken out of it when Aaliyah threw herself at you, bouncing and giggling.

As the catamaran pushed off, everyone began trickling above deck to take in the clear blue waters, breathe in the smell of the salt in the air, and soak up the sun.

~ * ~

Your first and second stops were Red Beach, named for its bright sand, and White Beach, for its rock colors, respectively, for swimming and snorkeling.

After your visit to White Beach ended, everyone returned onboard and below deck for an extravagant, delicious, barbecue dinner and drinks, where family and friends took turns toasting the birthday boy, while he giggled and blushed through well wishes and funny or meaningful, sometimes both, stories. Shawn kept you close to his side the entire time. He was so happy, your heart was light and your head was dizzy.

Your cruise continued past the beautiful, uninhabited islands of Aspronissi and Akrotiri before you surprised Shawn with a birthday cake almost too gorgeous to eat, and a loud, half-drunk, rendition of Happy Birthday.

The tour’s last stop was at the hot springs. Shawn held you flush against him with arms around your waist. You wrapped yours around his neck, tangled your fingers in the curls at the nape, and kissed him languidly, while you soaked in the warmth of the water.

“I love you,” he breathed, between kisses, and again. “I love you. I love you. I love you,” he whispered.

~ * ~

Once all of your friends and your family were again aboard the catamaran and sailing back to where the tour began, Shawn called for everyone’s attention. He first thanked each and every person who had traveled to be there to celebrate with him and spoke briefly about how grateful and touched he was to have their love and support.

He then looked to you with the most loving expression.

“(Y/n). My love. My light. My diamond...

“As much as I love and appreciate everything you must have gone through to pull all of this together,” he placed his hand over his heart, “it is something I will truly never, ever forget, for as long as we live, I really only wanted one gift.”

“What’s that, Love?”

“For you to say ‘yes’ when I get down on one knee and ask you to marry me.”

“And when are you planning to do that?” you asked, teased, but breathless and draped in anticipation.

Aaliyah handed Shawn a ring box. He grinned, bit his bottom lip, and bent his knee.

As the sun was setting over the southern Aegean Sea, in front of everyone you loved, all collectively holding their breath, Shawn professed, “From the moment we met...it was you. (Y/f/n) (y/m/n) (y/l/n), will you make me the happiest man in Greece, in the world, and become my wife?”

“Without pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat, I choose you,” you breathed.

“That sounds a lot like a ‘yes’.”

“Yes, Shawn. Yes.”

As Shawn jumped to his feet again, pulled you into his arms, and kissed you, the entirely of the catamaran, including your captain and crew, erupted in cheers and laughs and hugs. You hardly heard it though as you were thoroughly entranced by your now fiancé.

Easing away from him, arms still wrapped around him, you whispered, “Happy birthday, babe.”

~ * ~

@27mendes @benito-mi-vida @hiding-behind-a-flower

[chrisevansjellybeans]

Mine

A/N: Okay this is round two of trying to post this because last time it didn’t show up in the tags. 

Summary: Basically just some p!rn with plot. 

“You do know Chris is here.” Your friend nudged your shoulder as the two of you waited for your drinks at the bar. You rolled your eyes but nodded. It was hard not to notice when Chris was around. 

“I don’t care.” 

Lie. 

“So you don’t care that he’s here and there’s another girl on his lap?” You followed her gaze and felt your stomach drop as you noticed the beautiful redhead that had her arms draped around Chris as she giggled at whatever he said. 

“Nope.” 

Another lie. 

But what were you supposed to do? You and Chris weren’t official or even exclusive. It had started as strictly friends with benefits, leaning more towards the benefits than the friends aspect. Basically you guys were one step up from a booty call for each other. And that had worked for a while, but over the last year you guys slowly started adding more friendship to your relationship. Movie nights, lunch and coffee dates...hell, Chris had even met your dad a couple times. But again neither of you would put any sort of label on it; even if you desperately wanted to now. 

“I know you’re lying, but I’m going to let you believe that for right now.” Your friend grabbed the drinks from the bar and handed you your drink. Immediately you downed the whole thing. 

“Oh yeah, you’re totally fine.” She laughed as you guys made your way to the dance floor. 

Chris, the girl and the rest of their group was no less than 10 feet away from you as you and Y/F/N started to dance. The alcohol flowing freely through your bloodstream as you let it take over and you became more free in your movements. 

“Hey beautiful,” You smiled as you felt hands wrap around your waist. You started grinding against the stranger, your hands falling on top of theirs. You turned around and were surprised at how beautiful the guy was. He had dark skin and dark piercing eyes. His hands pulled you closer to him as you continued to grind against his pelvis. With your arms wrapped around his neck, you pulled him into a deep kiss, hoping that this would get the other beautiful man in this bar off your mind. 

Just as you were truly getting into it you heard Y/F/N gasp before the stranger was pulled away from you. 

Chris stood in front of you, his chest heaving as he pushed your dance partner away from the two of you. Your eyes narrowed as Chris muttered something to the guy, who immediately backed off. You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. As the guy slowly disappeared more into the crowd you noticed Chris’s shoulders relax. 

“You have a lot of fucking nerve, Evans.” You hissed as you pushed past him and made your way to the exit, towing Y/F/N behind you. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa there princess. Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Chris grabbed your other hand. 

“I’m gonna go call a car, I’ll be out front.” Y/F/N squeezed your hand before leaving the bar. 

“I’m not arguing with you in a bar.” You pulled your hand out of Chris’s. 

“Fine, then we can argue at your place.” Chris grabbed your hand again and led you out of the bar. 

You found Y/F/N standing outside and once again you got away from Chris and went to her. 

“He wants to talk at my place.” You whispered, glancing behind you as Chris stood there waiting with his hands in his pockets. “But you are obviously more important than him, and we were going to have a sleepover. So I’m just gonna tell him to fuck off and then we’ll go, okay?” 

“I already called a car to go back to my place.” Y/F/N gently set her hand on your arm. “Figure it out, Y/N. You guys have been going around in circles for too long. I’ll come by to get my stuff tomorrow and you can tell me all about it over mimosas and belgian waffles.” 

You pulled her into a tight hug and whispered a thank you in her ear before she got into her Uber. When she pulled away from the curb, Chris came up next to you. You hated that your body reacted whenever he was around. Chris smirked as he took notice of your perked nipples. 

“It’s cold, asshole.” You lightly pushed him away from you and then wrapped your arms around yourself. 

“Sure.” Chris chuckled. Before you could deny, Chris shrugged off his jacket and slid it around your shoulders. “Can we leave now?” 

You nodded as you slipped your arms into the sleeves. You guys decided to walk, seeing that your apartment was only five minutes down the street. 

The walk was quiet, the tension palpable. You were still angry and annoyed but at the same time your heart couldn’t help but do backflips at the thought of you being the one with Chris and not that redhead. 

Chris’s hand reached for yours and he thread your fingers together as you approached a group of bar goers. You kept telling yourself that it was because he didn’t want to lose you in the crowd but for the rest of the walk your hand was encased in his much larger one. 

Kicking off your heels as you stepped inside your apartment you let out a sigh of relief. Heels were cute and you loved them for the first half of the night but the second half, you were ready to throw your pumps out the window. 

“Do you want anything?” You asked, getting yourself a glass of water. 

“No.” Chris ran his fingers through his hair as his eyes followed your movements. You didn’t listen though and still grabbed him a glass and filled it with the Brita. He smiled to himself. Amazed at your natural caring instinct, even when you were pissed. 

You nodded towards the living room and set the waters on your coffee table as you sat down on the couch. You tucked your feet underneath you but regretted it instantly seeing as your feet were still sore. 

Without thinking, Chris pulled your feet into his lap and started massaging them. You let out a moan as he worked out the pain, your head falling back and your eyes closed. 

“Wanna tell me why you had an attitude at the bar?” Chris’s voice sounded strained as he took in your blissed out appearance. 

You shot one eye open and raised an eyebrow. “Are you joking? You completely cock blocked me, you dick.” 

“I was doing you a favor.” 

“Oh really?” You sat up again, regretfully pulling your feet away from him. “Because it seemed like you were just trying to make sure I didn’t get laid while you had little miss Pippi Longstockings up in your lap the whole night.” 

Chris snorted out a laugh. “That’s besides the point.” 

“No the fuck it is not. You’re such a misogynistic pig, Chris. So you can screw anything with legs but the second I want to get laid from someone that isn’t you, it’s a problem? Fuck you.” 

“Watch your tone with me, princess.” Chris’s nostrils flared. “That’s not what I said.” 

“Isn’t it though. You get to have that beautiful woman all over you and I don’t say a word. But then I do the same thing and suddenly it’s a problem? Survey says misogyny, babe.” 

Chris grabbed your ankle and pulled you towards him. Your heart and your core throbbed at the action as he leaned over you, one hand resting by your head and the other gripping your waist. 

“That girl meant nothing to me. She wouldn’t leave me alone, I was being polite. I didn’t have my tongue down her throat like some slut.” 

You winced at his words. You pushed against his chest, but he didn’t budge. 

“Fuck you, Chris. I hate you.” 

“No you don’t, princess.” Chris leaned down, his mouth attaching to your throat. “You hate me about as much as I hate you.” 

You arched your back as Chris kissed that spot that made you lose all inhibitions. Your hands moved from his chest to rest on his back as you tried to grind your hips against his. 

“If you went home with that guy,” You could hear the anger in Chris’s voice as he spoke. “He wouldn’t know all the spots that drive you wild. How doing this,” Chris’s hand that was on your waist slipped under your dress and landed on your black lace panties. One finger dipped into your embarrassingly already wet core, slowly pumping in and out. “Isn’t enough to satisfy you.” 

Chris’s mouth trailed from your neck, down your chest where he placed kisses across your heaving chest and then down your stomach before ending right above your pussy. With his free hand he pushed your dress up, kissing the newly exposed skin. 

“He wouldn’t know that my baby is a dirty girl. That she likes both of her holes played with.” 

You moaned as Chris rotated his hand and slowly added a finger to your ass. His lips devoured your thighs as he finally made his way to where you needed him most. 

“Oh my god,” You fisted your hands in his hair as his tongue licked a stripe up your core, his fingers never faltering. With his free hand he pushed down against your lower abdomen, creating more pressure and causing you to feel your orgasm sooner. 

Chris’s fingers picked up pace as he paid special attention to your bundle of nerves. 

“Fuck, babygirl. You always taste so fucking good.” Chris looked up at you from his position and you. “I want you to cum all over my fingers, princess. Can you do that for me?” Chris continued his ministrations as he moved up your body, his free hand slipping under your neck pulling you closer to him. 

“Can you cum for daddy?” Chris pressed his lips against yours. You moaned against his mouth as you tasted yourself against his tongue. It was enough to cause your orgasm to rip through your body. 

“Fuck!” You pulled away from him, your mouth agape and your eyes never leaving his. Chris’s eyes darkened as he kissed you again. You swallowed his groan as your pussy clenched around his fingers. 

Your body went limp as Chris slowly pulled his fingers out of you. Taking the fingers that were covered in you he brought them to your lips. “Open up.” 

Without hesitation you opened your mouth, keeping your eyes on him the whole time, as you closed your mouth around his wet fingers. You moaned as you ran your tongue around them. You could already feel yourself becoming wet again. Chris bit his lip as he watched you in adoration, sucking yourself off of his fingers. You pulled out his fingers with a pop and licked your lips looking up at him with that look. The look that would bring Chris to his knees a thousand times over. 

Chris gripped your hips and moved so he was sitting and you were straddling his thighs. He felt his dick twitch taking in the sight of you. Your cheeks flushed, your dress in disarray and your lace excuse of underwear, pushed to the side. You looked so hot and it was all his doing. You ground your pussy against his clothed member, taking his mouth with yours. 

“Please fuck me,” you whimpered in his ear. “Fuck me how you know I like it.” 

You didn’t have to tell him twice. Chris wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up, carrying you to the bedroom. 

He threw you down on the bed, wasting no time taking off his tight white t-shirt. The both of you maintained eye contact as you each took off the remainder of the clothing you had on. You crawled over to him, taking him in your hand. You were about to go in when he pushed your head away. You pouted and Chris captured your bottom lip between his teeth. 

“I’m kicking myself saying this, but not tonight. I want tonight to be about you, baby.” 

“But I want to.” 

“No.” Chris gave you a chaste kiss and then flipped you around gripping your hips. You fell onto your forearms as Chris slowly pushed himself inside of you. You clenched around his member as he pushed his thumb against your ass. 

“You’re always so goddamn tight. Fucking gripping my cock, baby.” Chris moaned as he pushed himself into the hilt. 

Chris stayed there for a moment, not moving. You started to whine and shake your hips as you just wanted him to move. Chris responded with a slap on your ass, causing you to moan out. 

“Be patient, honey.” Chris’s hands splayed over your ass as he started to pick up his pace. You tried to move your body in rhythm with his but it soon became impossible as his pace only continued to quicken and you were still shaky from your last orgasm. Chris moaned as he reached in front of you and brought you up to his chest. One hand landed on your breast and the other wrapped securely around your throat. 

“Fuck, baby.” Chris’s guttural moan went through your body like an electric shock as he flexed his hand that was against your throat. You moaned as you leaned back into his hard chest, your arm wrapping around his neck, as he pounded into you from behind. He moved his other hand to your aching center, his fingers moving over your clit. 

“Cum all over my cock, baby.” Chris growled. “I wanna feel that pussy cum.” 

Chris knew exactly what he was doing and exactly what to say to get a reaction out of you. Turning your head you met his lips in a heated kiss of tongue and teeth. Neither of you trying to be delicate. 

Before you could process it, Chris had you on your back and was now railing into you in missionary. He slowed down his thrusts and you felt yourself getting more wet as you watched Chris’s eyes follow his member going in and out of you. Smirking to himself, Chris let a drop of spit fall from his mouth and land on your core, where he rubbed it against your clit with his thumb. Your back arched off the bed as the pleasure became overwhelming. 

“This is mine,” Chris muttered as he started picking up the pace again. He leaned down, his broad shoulders covering yours as he slammed into you. His hands wound in your hair as he pulled your faces together. “Understand, princess? All mine.” 

You nodded but that wasn’t enough for Chris. His fingers tightened in your hair as he pushed his mouth against yours in a bruising fashion. 

“Fucking say it.” 

“It’s yours!” You cried out as your orgasm approached. “Oh fuck, Chris!” 

“Come on, baby.” He brought his body up again, this time bringing your right leg over his shoulder. The angle is the final straw to bring your orgasm home. You both moaned as your pussy milked his cock, Chris’s pace never letting up. “My good girl, cumming on my cock.” 

“I want you to cum, daddy.” you whined. Your fingers wrapped around his bicep as he chased his release. 

“I’m almost there, princess.” Chris let out between gritted teeth. A few moments later Chris let out a feral groan as his hips stuttered, his cock pulsating inside you. You bit your lip as your stomach fluttered watching Chris come undone. 

Pulling out of you slowly, Chris leaned down brushing kisses across your chest and neck. You shuttered as the aftershocks of your orgasm rippled through your body. You let out a shriek as Chris pushed his cum that was seeping out back into you with his fingers, his eyes never leaving yours. He pulled you close for a possessive kiss that you eagerly returned. Pulling away, Chris got up and left the room before coming back with the glasses of water you had left in the living room. Setting them down, he crawled back in bed but this time took you in his arms. You sighed with content as you rested your head on his chest, your fingers playing with the small tufts of hair there. 

“I don’t want you seeing other people.” Chris said after a couple moments of silence. Your fingers froze as did your heartbeat it seemed like. You moved so you could look up at him. He ran his fingers through your hair and leaned in and gave you a simple but powerful kiss. “Just you and me from now on, got it?” 

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.” You smiled as you laid back down on his chest. You fell asleep like that, your hand on his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around you. Just where they were supposed to be. 

[xpeachesncream]

cloud nine | teaser/intro

SERIES RELEASE DATE: 04/09/2021

⟼ perfectly wrong ⟼  restart

☁ series masterlist ☁ cloud nine playlist ☁ 

summary: 2 years later, your marriage to taehyung brings people back from your past, new hardships with your bestfriends and tiny roommates who get away with everything just by being cute?

pairing: reader x husband!kth

genre: marriage au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 1.8k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, entire teaser/intro is a flashback.

⟲ FLASHBACK 

"Wake up." You say softly, shaking Taehyung next to you in bed. "Waaake up, Tae." You whine. After a couple of more shakes, Taehyung slowly opens his eyes to your pout. He chuckles as he rubs his eyes and stretches a bit.

"What's wrong, love?"

"Why aren't you waking up more excited?! Today's the day!" He laughs and wraps his arms around you, gently laying his head on your tummy. He presses a kiss on your growing belly before rubbing the surface with his soft, warm hands, making you smile.

"Babygirl, you cant expect me to get my life together in the 5 seconds you took to wake me up."

"Well, have you gotten your life together yet?" You ask, slightly impatient as you twirl a strand of his hair around your finger and tug lightly.

"5 more minutes." He says, pretending to snore on top of your belly. He lets out a small snort when he hears you continuing to whine at him. "God, you win everything. I'm up." He plants one more kiss on your stomach before he sits up to plant a kiss on your lips.

"Finally." You scrunch your nose as you look into his deep, chocolate eyes.

“Goodmorning, beautiful.” He says to you before looking down at your stomach. "And good morning, munchkin. Can't wait to find out if you're gonna be a baby boy or girl." 

"It's a girl, I know it." You say as you slowly get yourself out of the bed to get ready for the day. You walk into the closet to grab some clothes before heading into the bathroom to take a quick body shower and pamper yourself for a bit.

"If you say so, sweetheart." Taehyung chuckles, following you into the bathroom to get himself ready as well. He stands over the sink as he lazily brushes his teeth before fixing his bed hair as much as possible. He lets you have your peace in the shower to walk into the closet and pulls out a comfy, but presentable outfit for the day. The weather wasn't too bad for the fall season - sun was out providing warmth, but the air was still cold.

By the time he had slipped into his clothes, he walks back to the bathroom, leaning against the door frame to watch you lather yourself up and get into your outfit of choice. He chuckles a bit, a big smile plastered on his face when you catch him watching you.

"What?" You look at him confusingly.

"I don't know, you're just cute."

"What am I doing?" You ask, adjusting the shirt over your belly before fixing up your hair.

"You don't have to do anything for me to think so." He says, coming over to kiss you on the cheek, lightly brushing the hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. "You ready?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty hungry now." You apply a bit of lip balm to your lips before looking back up at him.

"What do you wanna eat?"

"I don't know."

"Mhm. You know what you want baby, don't lie."

"I really don't." You shrug, trying to lay out some options in your head. You arch your eyebrow as your hands rest on your belly, giving it a good rub or two. Literally, everything seemed like a good option. It was about to be lunch time and you could go for either ends of the spectrum - breakfast/brunch, straight up lunch, dinner, dessert.

"Don't think too hard now."

"I kind of want Squat and Gobble." Taehyung nods in approval, lips slightly poking out.

"Whatever you want, babygirl. I'll take you there." He says, making his way out of the bathroom. "Now chop chop, so we can get your cute ass some food." You took one last look at yourself in the mirror, fixing little things here and there before heading out to meet your husband in the living room. He helps you put on your coat before the two of you walk out to the car, Taehyung instantly turning on the heat to make sure you're comfortable. Getting to Squat and Gobble, you find yourself getting excited by the smell that surrounded the restaurant. Ooh lord, you couldn't wait to eat a good meal before heading to the doctor's. This child was begging for it, too! After getting escorted to a table, the both of you get situated to start looking through the menu.

"Damn."

"Hm?" Taehyung hums, keeping his eyes on the menu.

"I want everything." You pout.

"You and this metabolism of yours, love. Seriously."

"Me and this baby, you mean."

"Mm-mm, no. Don’t go blaming our baby. You wanted everything all the time, way before I popped this baby into you."

"Taehyung.” You shake your head. “Not true."

"Actually, 100% true." Taehyung nods. "So, let me guess. You're either gonna get the Eggs Benedict or the Nor Cal Omelette with a side of Belgian Waffles. Am I right or am I right?" You laugh and shake your head.

"You're right, and you're right."

"Which one is it gonna be?"

"I want the omelette." You say excitedly. He simply smiles at you, catching himself feeling butterflies in his stomach. God, you were everything to him. So fucking beautiful, and so irresistible.

"What?" You ask, confused as to why Tae was staring at you again. "Why are you staring at me like that again?" You slightly chuckle as you watch him bite onto his bottom lip before looking back down and shaking his head.

"Nothing."

"Say it."

"I just love you."

"I love you too." You blush.

"So, has my lady thought of any baby names?"

"Not really, have you?"

"A bit." He chuckles. "If it was a boy, I was thinking Masao. Or, Grey. Iseul. They all roll off my tongue pretty nicely." He says, looking out into space.

"Those are cute. What about girl names?"

"Oh, a whole list." He sips his water. "Miyako. Anya. Seiko. Nabi. Yumi. I honestly could go on."

"Have you been doing your research or something? These are better names than what I would've came up with." You laugh.

"What, I can't have any creative juices flowing through my veins too?"

"Mhm, sure. I'm gonna check your history tab later on the laptop."

"Shit." He playfully whispers. "No but really, baby. Don't they all sound nice?"

"Yes, they do." You smile. "I'm impressed, Kim Taehyung."

"I know, I make you proud." He smirks.

"I only thought of like, two names this entire time."

"That's it?" He snickers.

"Well, clearly you got the whole list ready so I no longer have to worry." You playfully shrug.

"You don't. Let Daddy take care of it." He wiggles his eyebrows, making you laugh. He's for sure not gonna let this one go, not for a long, long time. At this point, your plates are placed in front of you two, the table mostly silent as you both dig in and devour your food. Taehyung only chimes in every now and then about Jimin or Namjoon, or his mom and dad. When you both finish your meal, Tae sits back and lets out a hefty breath while he stretches.

"Full?" You ask, sipping on the last of your water.

"Yup. You ready to go soon, love? Your appointment is coming up real quick." He says checking his watch. You simply nod as Taehyung pays for the food before the two of you head out. In the car, you had been feeling the butterflies attacking all at once. You looked down at your belly, smiling to yourself as you rubbed the surface. You were so excited to hear the news from the doctor being that you and Taehyung had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Everything seemed so surreal.

Your career as a new illustrator was going strong. 2Peace was still going strong. Your husband's career on the executive team was at its highest. Your friends were all thriving. This baby.

Everything just seemed to be falling into place. And you were hoping it could be like this for a long time. You were hoping it could stay like this.

After checking in at the doctor's office, you sit next to Taehyung, who is now reading an art magazine. You take a deep breath, causing Tae to grab your hand and press a gentle kiss on top of it. He continues to rub your hand with his thumb as he returns his attention on the magazine sitting on his lap and flips through it with his free hand. You were on time for your appointment, and you were really hoping you didn't have to wait for long simply because you had become way too excited.

"You okay?" Tae asks, noticing your leg continuously bouncing up and down.

"Yeah, I just wanna go in already." He chuckles.

"Patience, baby. He'll get to you, alright?" Your bottom lip pokes out in a pout, making Taehyung lean forward to give you a kiss. "You do that on purpose, don't you?"

"Do what on purpose?"

"Pout so I could kiss you."

"No, babe. I'm just expressing my feelings."

"Mhhhhm." He smirks.

"Besides, I never had to force you to give me kisses." You smile confidently.

"Alright, okay. I rest my case, your honor." He clicks his teeth. "See, you win that too."

"Mrs. Kim?" The medical assistant came to the door, causing you and Taehyung to stand - the both of you trying your best to contain your excitement. She takes you to the back to check your vitals and run through the usual routine before leaving you and Taehyung to your peace until the doctor comes knocking. As you get yourself situated on the bed, Taehyung decides to take a picture of you, his beloved wife, and your baby bump. He had been really good about capturing these moments, and you were grateful for it. He gives off a small giggle when he checks the picture, letting you know he's about to send it his mom and dad and all your friends.

Caption:

Can't wait to find out if we have ourselves a baby Tete or baby Y/N.

Sooner or later, the doctor comes in, making small talk with you and Taehyung. He gets the monitor ready, warning you about the cold gel that's about to make contact with your belly. Taehyung tries to take a peek at the monitor, but with the doctor being in the way, he couldn't catch a glimpse of anything. Neither can you, being that you're laying back and can barely see over your hump.

"Everything looks absolutely perfect, and that's all I can ask for. Now, tell me - would you like to know what the sex is?" The doctor smiles from ear to ear as he turns towards you and Tae.

"Yes sir, please. Enlighten us." Taehyung says, standing next to you as you lay silently on the bed, gripping your hand tightly . The doctor checks the monitor once more before chuckling and turning back towards you. "Congratulations! You have yourselves some baby girls!" You put your hand over your mouth as you gasp.

"Wait, wait - did you just say baby girls?" Taehyung's eyes light up as the doctor nods happily.

"Sure did." He points to the monitor. "You got yourself some twin girls right there.”

[myrwritesfootie]

Holiday to Remember - Kai Havertz

Who: Kai Havertz x Reader Words: 654 Disclaimer: I’m not personally involved with Kai Havertz nor do I know him personally.

A soft ironic laugh escaped my mouth as my eyes were focused on the television. Out of all things that were showing on the Belgian television, I had settled on Dr. Phil. He had been talking about how you know you met ‘the one’ if you had seen each other having the flu. Guess what was happening right now to me? Yes, that’s right, I was having the flu. The bucket next to our bed was my new best friend.

It was our first holiday together and everything so far had been a disaster. We hadn’t wanted to go very far, simply because it was a weekend off for Kai in a packed football season so we had ended up in Antwerp. The trip to Belgium had gone by pretty smoothly but that was about it. When we had entered the room, it was clear that the cleaning ladies were not done yet. The trash bags were scattered through the rooms and the sheets were dirty and in little heaps on the floor. It wasn’t hard to understand that Kai hadn’t been happy and went back downstairs. We quickly got assigned a new room, one that was even bigger than the previous one.

We enjoyed ourselves the first few days, but then I got the flu and I hated myself for it so much. Simply because it wasn’t destroying just my holiday but also Kai’s. I was embarrassed by the fact that he was only seeing me in the bed, running up and down between the bathroom and the bedroom. But he never complained one moment, he looked after me every single moment of the day and stayed in bed with me.

I had told Kai several times to go and enjoy the city, guilty for the fact that he was staying with me but every time he told me; “Y/N, I’m not going to leave you alone.” The small gesture warmed my heart.

Just as Dr. Phil had ended, Kai pushed open the door as he had left the room for a moment to get some food. It had taken quite some while and the raise in my eyebrows was enough for him to understand the question. “I’ve already eaten at the restaurant so you wouldn’t get nauseous like yesterday at the smell of the food. I did bring you some chickensoup, however.” I felt myself turn red at the memory of the night before. Yeah, that hadn’t been pretty at all.

Kai sat down on the bed next to me, pushing a strand of my hair out of my face. “It’s okay, babe. If this is what I have to do to keep you from throwing up again, then that’s what I will do.” He was so sweet and it made me melt on the inside. I snuggled up against his frame a bit more, his arms wrapping around me so he could hold me close.

“Thank you,” I mumbled softly, the words nearly unhearable due to me keeping my face pressed against his shirt.

“Thank  you for what?”

“Thank you for taking care of me the entire time.” A smile appeared on Kai’s face, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “If you even think I would leave you alone in this room for you to look after yourself, you’re wrong. Yes, I had expected this holiday to go differently, but at least we are together,” he told me. A matching smile appeared on my lips as well.

“I love you,” he continued and I leaned up to carefully press a kiss to his cheek. He wanted to turn and kiss me on the lips but I shook my head. “No way, I don’t want to make you sick as well.” Well that, and I hadn’t had the chance yet to brush my teeth after me trying to have lunch which went wrong.

“But I love you too.”

[infinitegalahad]

CARRIE!!!!! HELLO MY FRIEND 💜💜💜 hope you're having a lovely day (or night) haha. Can I get "dance with me?" and "i think i might love you" with Eugene Roe of course 🥺🥺🥺

MOONLIGHT SERENADE

Prompts: "dance with me? & "i think i might love you"

Summary: You and Eugene are madly in love with each other but there’s one problem; the two of you don’t even realize it. Babe and Renee step in. 

Word-Count: 2.2k

Notes: KRYSTA!! I’m so sorry this is late ❣️ life has been crazy. I just got out of school and I’m bored as hell, so I’m doing some requests. I recommend listening to “Moonlight Serenade” By Frank Sinatra while reading. Hope you enjoy! 

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The pretty things in life never fitted into your schedule. Growing up, you were a tomboy by heart. Your appearance and boys never phased you a bit. The older you got, the less you cared. You wore pants, were “unattractive” to most men, but it didn’t matter to you. Love was simply not for you. After all, no man would want you, and you accepted that fact, closing your heart off.

Enlisting in the war as a Radioman, there was no time for being pretty. Showers were non-existent and you would go days with blood stains on your clothes and grim under your nails. Still, you were just fine with that.

But your best (and only female) friend Renee was simply not okay with that, especially when it came hours before the military ball in Austria. The sun was setting when the two of you sat in your conjoined room. Both of you were dressed in nothing but your underwear as Renee attempted to comb through your messed hair. She was determined to make sure you were a whole new person within the next few hours.

“Ow-your pulling so hard!” You complained as Renee tightly rolled your bangs onto your forehead, securing the hair with bobby pins.

Renee patted your shoulder, “Shush, you are just fine. Look at you!” She forced you to look at the mirror with your face patted with eyeshadow and mascara and your hair in a half up half down. “You look magnifique, ma chérie!”

You cringed at the shit. Despite smelling nice, it was an alien feeling for you to feel pretty.”Yeah, I just don’t feel so magnifique let’s just say..”

Looking down at your hands, you can see the once bloodied and chipped nails now equally filed, coated with a bright red to match your lipstick and dress. Renee placed her manicured hands on your bare shoulders and gave them a tight squeeze,

“Get rid of that nonsense. You’re going to be la belle du bal!” She encouraged me, which earned a smile. Giving a freidney peck on your check, she leads you to the closest, “We haven’t even got to the best parts!”

“Parts. Two things? Renee, this is worrisome.”

Opening the closest, she revealed a beautiful ball gown. It was a bright shade of red that reached to the ground. It had short sleeves and a low breast line. Next to the dress was a small box. You didn’t even have time to question it as Renee grabbed the dress and put you in it. Eugene was right; that woman had magical hands. After putting the dress on, you tried to go to the mirror, but she stopped you.

“Renee!” You begged, “I think you’ve done enough for me.”

She laughed, “Hold on! Being around men has changed you. Let me add the finishing touches.” Grabbing you back, she clipped a necklace and earrings onto you, before letting you stand in front of the mirror. You didn’t even recognize the person in front of it. The makeup, the dress that displayed your curves, the beautiful golden earrings and necklace. The necklace had to have been the most stunning piece. It was a pearl choker with a golden pendant of Saint Maria Goretti.

“Wow…I…” You were at a total loss for words. For the first time in a year, you actually looked like a girl-or should you say a woman with your golden jewelry and red satin dress. “Renee, thank you. I…did you get these all for me?”

Renee waved her hands, moving her fingers back and forth, “See, magic hands! No, I did not. Your secret admirer did.”

You quirked an eyebrow. Who could that be. You saw the devious smirk on the Belgian nurse’s face, so you decided to interrogate her, “Who? Come on. Tell me!”

“A secret is a secret, ma chérie!” Renee nudged your shoulder. As you were about to question her more, a sudden knock at the door caused you too to spin over. The sounds of a thick Cajun and Philly accent could be heard for a mile away. You could recognize those from anywhere.

You knew Renee’s little plan. Your hearts ripped as your cheeks turned to the color of your dress, “Renee!” You gave her a slap, “You did not.”

“I did!” A spin of blue could be seen as Renee walked towards the door, forcefully dragging you so, “It’s about time for you two to make a move. Everybody has been talking about it.”

“Rumors are rumors. We both know Eugene well. He would never-”

Stepping on your foot, Renee opened the door with a wild smile and loudly. “Eugene! Babe! You’re just on time!”

Once you saw Eugene and made eye contact, you wanted to die. Not in a bad way, but with his dress blues on and sharp jaw, it would be the death of you. Eugene normally was one for not making eye contact, since he saw it was unformatting. But when he laid eyes upon, he could not look away as his pink skin grew redder by the second.

“You two look incredible! Holy moley!” Babe happily exclaimed, “We’re gonna be the luckiest guys in the whole wide world.”

Babe and Renee started up a whole conversation. Awkwardly standing there, you fidgeted with the necklace that had been given to you. It looked expensive, and it made your heart flutter. What man would give such a nice gift to you? As you thought of a list in your head, you felt a small tap on your shoulder. Looking up, it was Eugene. You flashed a smile and titled your head, “Doc. Pleasure to see you.”

Eugene observed you and nodded his head with his hands behind his back, “You as well, miss y/n.” He leaned in close to your ear, enough for you to inhale his smokey cologne, “You look absolutely stunnin’ tonight.”

“Thank you. You boys cleaned up well tonight,” You responded back as you felt your arms go numb. His cajun voice was so husky and as a whisper-good lord. “I’m gonna suppose Renee asked you to come.”

Eugene turned to see Babe and Renee smiling and laughing before turning back to see. His eyes made eye contact with the choker before he met with your eyes. “She did. I’m not complain’. I like you being’ my company.”

“Hey, lovebirds!” Babe called out. Renee looked back and gave you a quick wink as he held Babe’s arm. Eugene gave Babe a glare as he goofily smiled back, “Cmon-there servin’ beer. It’s a perk of civilization.”

“Last time you drank, it didn’t end well for you Babe. Guarno wants me to look out for you. Just to make sure you don’t end up with alcohol poisoning again,” You fired back with a little sass. Renee let out a laugh as Babe went red. Him and Renee walked forward, arm in arm. Babe looked flustered as he tried to defend himself to Renee, who simply was in a fit of giggles.

Eugene extended his arm out, nudging his head. “Shall we, miss y/n?”

You flashed a smile, melting your arm into his. One of your arms curved into his as your other rested in the center of his elbow, your fingernails gently tapping against me.

“Lead the way, Mister Roe.”

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Placing the two drinks down, Babe let out a long sigh. Renee, with her chin resting in her palm, looked just as hopeless as Babe did.

“Nothing! Nada! Zilch.” Babe cried, running a hand over his forehead, “Did you tell y/n ‘bout the necklace?”

Renee slapped his shoulder, “I said a secret admirer. I mean, I thought she would know but...both of them are so stupid with love.”

Babe looked over at y/n and Roe. The two of you sat at the same table, awkwardly conversing with each other. The both of you were too shy to advance for something. Renee and Babe we're praying to their lucky stars for a miracle to happen.

“I mean-you see the way Gene looks at her. His eyes go all soft and he gets all smiley and shit. When we were in Paris, he just went on and on about her. After every beer, it was like...word vomit. Love vomit.”

Renee rolled her eyes, “Anything but that.”

“Hey! Let me tell my story. So, I gave him some advice. He saw that necklace and the pair of earrings, and told me that it would go well with Y/n’s skin. Told him to buy it. The poor man had nothing, but he’s willing to do anything for her. He’s just scared she’s too good for him.”

“That’s exactly what she thinks.” Renee saw y/n and Eugene smile at each other. Eugene stood up and gently brushed her shoulder and whispered in your ear. As he walked again, y/n turned over to look at him with awe in her eyes. It was obvious that y/n and Eugene were in love with each other, more than anything in the world. But even they, lovesick puppies, didn’t see their affection for each other.

As Eugene returned with his drinks, the lights in the room began to dim. Paratroopers and girls with pretty dresses began to pass him, hand in hand, into the middle of the ballroom floor. You looked up and saw them move. You looked down at your lap, unconfident. All these girls had a better chance then you with their natural femininity. You just never felt like a woman ever, and no matter what you did, you never were one. A true one, atleast.

Eugene saw your sadness and knew how to fix it. He tenderly tilted your chin up, moving a stray piece of hair behind your ear. You grew soft, your attention focused on him.

“Dance with me?” He quietly asked, holding out his calloused hands.

You took his hand with your manicured one as he closed your hand, tightly squeezing it.

“I’d loved too,” You replied kindly. Eugene nodded his head and led you to the dance floor. The familiar faces of men in the company struck you, with pretty girls in their arms. Stopping in the middle with the dimmed lights, Eugene snaked a hand onto the small of your back as you wrapped your arm around him, conjoining your free hands.

I stand at your gate and the song that I sing is of moonlight. I stand and I wait for the touch of your hand in the June night. The roses are sighing a moonlight serenade.

The first minute of the dance was quiet, but tranquil. You felt calmed by Roe’s mere presence. He was naturally such a kind person, and every time you saw him, your heart would grow a million sizes. He held you with such care and treated you like you were a sweet creature. You moved closer, leaning into his chest, feeling comfortable with the energy.

“Your nails-” Eugene blurted. You looked over and saw your hands. They were smaller than his, with smooth (y/s/c) skin and long red nails, “They look nice. Your hands are pretty.”

“Thank you, Eugene. You’ve been so nice to me all night. I’m sorry...I just haven’t even been with someone who’s so kind to me.” You explained, “Now tell me, are you the so-called secret admirer that Renee was talking about?”

The stars are aglow and tonight how their light sets me dreaming. My love, do you know that your eyes are like stars brightly beaming? I bring you and sing you a moonlight serenade.

Roe looked away for a second, like he was caught in the act, Biting his lip with rosy cheeks, he slowly nodded, “I do, ma’am.”

“Now, are you the southern gentleman who gifted me this fine necklace?”

Roe smiled and nodded, “Yes ma’am,” His hand moved lower on your body, playing with the fabric on the dress, “And the dress. I saw it and I didn’t care ‘about anything-I just’ thought you’d look prettier in it, ‘cause you already very pretty miss”

You froze and brought a hand to Eugene's face. You had a feeling in your gut it was him, but hearing his kind words made you melt. “Oh Gene, you’re too kind. Thank you for making me feel so pretty.”

“Of course, ma’am. I wanna see you happy and pretty.” Eugene bowed his head, “Can I also tell you somethin else?”

“Go on,” You advanced your head into his chest.

Let us stray till break of day In love's valley of dreams. Just you and I, a summer sky, A heavenly breeze kissing the trees

Pulling you close, he moved towards your cheek and once again whispered into your ear, “I think i might love you". He planted a trail of kisses from your ear to your cheek to your chin. Once he finished, you pulled away, holding his face in your hands.

“I think I love you,” You confessed as he leaned in your hold, which made you smile, “I wanna be with you for the rest of my days.”

“I do too, miss. Come home with me.” Eugene held your hands, with a begging look on your face, like a lovesick puppy.

Unable to say no, your lips curved into a faint smile.

“Of course, Eugene. Our home.”

So don't let me wait, come to me tenderly in the June night. I stand at your gate and I sing you a song in the moonlight, A love song, my darling, a moonlight serenade.

[raindancer2004]

“Call me Loki”

Word Count: 1,280 Demetri x reader Oneshot Warnings: Fluff, NSFW

NSFW Prompt: 6 and 27 from the nsfw list and of course for demetri please honey 🍯 For @vamp-army​

Y/N is a huge fan of Marvel; the films and comics, she even has POP! figures of some of her favourite characters. Y/N introduced Demetri to the Marvel Cinematic Universe when she moved into the castle and he enjoyed the films. He even read her comics whilst she slept being careful with them as he knew they meant a lot to his mate.  

“Grab the blindfold” Demetri called out to Y/N who was in the closet “What? Why?” She called back “Just do it darling, please. I have a surprise for you” He called back “Ok” She sighed and grabbed the blindfold from the ‘sexy drawer’ in their closet.

Y/N stepped out of the closet holding the blindfold in her hand “Put it on darling please” He smiled and watched as she put the blindfold on. He stepped forward and gently took her hand in his, guiding her out onto the balcony “Take a seat” He guided her to a chair and poured her a glass of Prosecco “You can take the blindfold off now” She removed it and gasped looking at the table in front of her. There was a vase filled with Roses, a Belgian Waffle topped with Strawberries and Maple Syrup, an ice bucket which held the Prosecco bottle and a glass of blood for Demetri. He took a seat opposite her and handed her an envelope “Here this is for you” She opened the envelope to discover two tickets to the upcoming Comic Convention in London. She smiled at him “Thank you babe. B-But how? They’re hard to get” “Luckily for me I don’t sleep so I queued in that online waiting room you received a link for, for seven hours and was able to purchase two tickets. I figured this is something you would like to tick off your ‘Bucket List’” Y/N got up from the chair and walked over to Demetri wrapping her arms around his neck “You’re the best” She pressed her lips to his “You’re the best too and I know that you were trying to get tickets…so I stepped in and helped” He replied smiling at her before capturing her lips with his.

A few days later and Gianna came up to Demetri and Y/N’s shared room with a few packages. She knocked on the door and waited for a moment until Demetri answered the door “I have packages for Y/N” She smiled at him before Y/N screamed “They’re here. They’re here.” She took the packages from Gianna “Thanks G” “You’re welcome Y/N” She replied chuckling “Good luck with her” Gianna said nodding at Y/N before turning to leave “Thanks, I think I’ll need it Gianna” He replied before closing the door.

“What’s in the packages darling?” He asked as he came to stand beside her “Costumes” She replied simply and continued to open the packages “Costumes?...” She nodded “…Costumes for what?” He asked “For the convention Dem. I figured we could dress up especially since it’s your first time at a convention” “Ok…What costume am I wearing?” He asked “You are going as Loki, God of Mischief” “Ok, I like the sound of that. Who are you going as?” He replied “Scarlet Witch” She replied and turned to face him and he nodded approvingly at her choice of costume “Thank you for doing this Demi” “Anything for you darling.” He kissed her temple.

One month later they arrive in London the day before the convention and make their way to their hotel. Y/N unpacks their costumes and hangs them up in the wardrobe along with a few other items. Demetri could tell how excited Y/N was to be in London and to be attending the convention as she hadn’t stopped smiling since they boarded the plane back in Italy. He was looking forward to sharing the experience with her and the fact that this was something she was passionate about made this trip all the more special. 

The following morning Y/N got dressed as Scarlet Witch and Demetri put on Loki’s costume and stood side by side in the mirror. “Wow” Demetri breathed when he saw his mate all dressed up “You look good too handsome” She told him before grabbing her phone and taking a selfie of the two of them all dressed up.

Once at the convention Demetri was amazed at how many people had dressed up for the event and the wide variety of characters chosen. Y/N’s eyes lit up the moment she entered the venue and he was pleased that he had managed to do this for her, as this would be a lasting memory for her. He bought them both a t-shirt as a memento of the day.

They attended a few of the panels that were on that day although Demetri didn’t like seeing Y/N look at her favourite actor Tom who played her favourite male character Loki with what only could be described as heart eyes. He realised that he was jealous, jealous of some human and he didn’t like it, not one bit so he decided he would ‘punish’ her for making him feel that way.

They arrive back at their hotel and Demetri decides that the only ‘Loki’ that gets to be with Y/N is him. “Stay in your outfit darling” He said as he gently grabbed her wrist to prevent her from entering the bathroom. Demetri pushed Y/N up against the wall of their hotel room and captured her lips with his in a rough but passionate kiss. She moaned into kiss and pulled him closer, her hands moving to his ass and giving it a squeeze. He growled low and kissed along her jawline towards her neck and he could tell she was getting aroused and smiled against her neck. His hands moved lower and undid her trousers and let them fall to the floor and moved them aside with his foot.

“Demetri…please” “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh” Demetri told her as he used his thigh to part her legs “Why?” “Because you were looking at that Tom guy with heart eyes earlier” “Oh” She chuckled lightly “It’s not funny darling” He growled “It is a little funny. You my gorgeous, sexy vampire got jealous over a mere human, a human who just happens to be one of my favourite actors” “Seeing as you like Loki so much, you will call me Loki whilst you ride my thigh otherwise you won’t be getting off at all.” He said as he looked into her eyes and she nodded.

She kissed him, nipping at his bottom lip asking for entrance. As their tongues danced together Y/N grinded against Demetri’s thigh feeling the much needed friction against her clit and a sigh slipped past her lips. She continued to move against his thigh, riding him as the familiar feeling began to build low in her abdomen. “Loki…” “I know darling…relax…come for me” He replied low as one hand moved to her breast and gave it a squeeze before massaging it gently. His other hand on her waist as her movements sped up a little as she chased her release. A few moments later and the knot broke “Loki” She cried out as her release washed over her, some of her release leaking out of her and coating his costume covered leg “That’s my girl” Demetri praised her and wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close as she came down from her high. “I love you Demi” She said as her head lay against her chest “I love you too darling and how about we share a bath” He replied and she nodded “I’d like that.”