#forgive me 🙏🏼

[kasdan]

Hi! I’ve never done a request before but I would love something with Carol Danvers and stargazing with her? It can be whatever feels right to you (fluff, smut ect) 🫶

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a/n: this request is so cutee!! i apologize that it took me so long to do and it’s not the longest, i didn’t put much plot into it, but i hope you enjoy anon!!<3

pairing: carol danvers x gn!reader

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, no use of y/n, not proofread

word count: 0.7k

Carol always loved looking up at the night sky and everything it had to offer. Even before she was able to fly up into them with her powers, she would be mesmerized by the sparkle of the sky and the story it told.

You feel special when she asks you to watch the night sky with her, and how she’s letting you into a special part of her life. 

You barely get the chance to walk in the door before she drags you to where she laid out blankets and snacks for you both since she can be out for hours just watching the twinkling lights. You can’t say no to her even if you wanted to when you see her this happy to do something.

“Carol slow down, you’re going to rip my shoulder out of its socket.” You can’t help but laugh at her as she practically skips down the hallway into the backyard.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you can hear the large grin on her face even when she’s faced away from you. “We wasted so much time we could have spent outside already, I want to get there!”

“I’m sorry I had to go to the bathroom Carol, jeez.”

Laying down with her she immediately points out all the constellations that she can see that night, and will teach you how to spot them.

There’s a point in the night where you seemingly were too into the snacks that were out instead of the stars in the sky, which results in Carol taking them away from you.

“You can earn them back after you’ve pointed out a constellation I’ve showed you.” For the first time that night she looks away from the sky to smirk at you, knowing she’s giving you a daunting task.

You let out a hearty sigh before staring up at the sky. The glittering stars in the sky, no matter how pretty they looked, all you can see are clumps of them scattered throughout the sky. You have to focus really hard in order to see a design amongst them.

“Yeah, there’s one right there, right?” You end up pointing at random at the sky hoping that you somehow end up pointing at least part of something out.

“Where?” Carol squints, her eyes scanning the area that she saw me pointing at with my finger.

“Right there.” You point at roughly the same spot you did before, stretching out your arm more to emphasize it. 

Carol practically lays on you in order to see exactly where you’re pointing, not moving even when you attempt to push her off. She completely blocks your view while still staring intensely up at the sky, and you take this as your chance to snatch the snack bag that she took from you previously.

She hears the bag and quickly jumps up from you to try and grab it back, but you’re up and running across the yard in order to try and avoid her. You make the mistake of turning around to look at her to find her about to pounce after you.

“No! Okay wait, I promise I’ll pay attention and listen to you more, just let me have this!” Her narrowed eyes soften at my tone and she opens her arms, knowing I enjoy how warm she is.

As soon as I’m completely sure she isn’t going to tackle me as soon as I get close enough, I scuffle my feet towards her until I’m close enough to sit back down on the blanket, and lay down on her chest.

She started tracing patterns into my arm after snatching some of the snacks from the bag I brought back insisting that I shared.

The rest of the night is spent with her pointing out every constellation that can be seen, going over one multiple times until you’re able to spot it easier.

By the end of the night you’re able to spot so many constellations in the sky, a lot easier than you could previously. You’re both up so long staring at the night sky that you end up falling asleep on the blankets outside, and waking up by the sun blazing down on you in the morning.

buy my a coffee ♡

[dottores]

don’t pick the last option that’s just for me to see results someone help me, i’m totally stuck on what i want the next chapter to be about

[alienaiver]

atsumu's nose scrunches up as he looks at the four images his recently-turned 12 year old niece has sent him on snapchat. it's pixelated pictures of a hatsune miku plushie (whom he knows, thank you very much) with various captions reading drink miku juice, panik atac 😳 a repeat of drink miku juice and then PANIk atAK 🥹. atsumu's not even sure he understands the gist, if there even is one and calls your name as he gets up from the couch to reach you in the bathroom.

you're barely out of the shower when he shoves his phone into your face, "what the hell's this suppos'd to mean?" he asks, eyebrows raised and voice laced in genuine confusion. you squint to get a look at the pink undertoned pictures and quickly gather where he's got it from. his niece is obsessed with hatsune miku and while her uncle respects it, encourages it with gifts even, he can't claim he knows whats going on, exactly. you smirk, "what, you dont get it?"

"hah?" he can barely contain the snarl before he pulls his phone back to get another look, to find the hidden meaning. you carefully start drying yourself off with a shrug, "its okay if youve gotten old, 'tsumu."

the sentence is barely out of your mouth before his eyes are widening and he goes straight to speed dial; you know who hes calling.

being an athlete in your early 30's isnt easy or forgiving and the age complex has hit your husband particularly hard; it doesnt help that his brother, his twin, betrayed him by getting a daughter when they were much younger, letting him feel age that much more clearly watching her grow up. miya osamu the betrayer, is his contact name on atsumu's phone.

the phone barely rings twice before hes storming back into the living room, voice vivid as he barely greets the man on the other end, "'samu! please tell me we're not old yet!"

you let out a snort as you finish up your routine in the bathroom and get into comfortable pajamas for the evening. the bickering of the brothers are heard no matter where in the apartment you situate yourself, "well if I'M old, yer old, too!" you hear him yell with a groan, trying to explain the concept of memes and how they, in his humble opinion, needs to make some goddamn sense.

you cant admit to him now that the meme didnt mean much to you either, that its probably meant to be a little nonsensical and how the trends of his teen memes versus the teen's memes now are vastly different. it'd just hit his complex more and youre not sure neither you nor osamu is ready to deal with that kind of blow.

you enter the living room to find him sprawled on the chaiselong, hugging one of the throw pillows. you come from behind and let your hands travel from his arm and around his chest before grabbing onto his jaw to make him look at you, "'tsumu, you can just reply the misspelling of the word panic back, and call it a day. she won't know you didnt get it."

he theatrically sniffles with raised shoulders and all before he looks at you, "you sure she wont see through me?"

you hold back a grin as you lean down to kiss his cheek, "i promise. she doesnt think of you as old if shes sending you those memes, y'know? fake it 'til you make it or whatever, right?"

atsumu leans up to reel another kiss out of you, and you happily comply. its not fun to see your husband genuinely distressed but you can never really hold back from teasing him. hes got to get over his complex anyway and luckily, you and his twin are masters in calming him back down. he sighs and you cant help but think he looks a little pathetic and sweet as he picks up his phone to open the chat, "so i just write 'PANIK' in bold letters?"

you nod as you hum, massaging the back of his head, "youll sound young and cool if you do that." you reassure with a small smile playing on your lips. you feel him puff out his chest, "well. i am young and cool, so of course shes sending me all the most fire memes, right? because i'm hip."

you laugh this time, throwing your head back before you look at him with so much love in your eyes, "yes, the hippest husband in town. now go clean up after dinner like you promised you'd do while i showered."

[classyrbf]

Guys…gojo kinktober fic might be delayed cause I’m feeling a little sick and work was hectic this week. ☝️😫

[lgcjo]

* ✦ ・ hello, new friends! please call me ira! i'm not super prepared for my opening night, but alas, i'm here to inform you of the arrival of my first muse here, jō kitayama! read his profile here, and there's more info below the cut. thank you for reading, can't wait to meet you, and let's write together soon!

jō kitayama was born in tokyo, japan on march 11, 2004 ✦ ballerina dreams from the time he could make memories ✦ graduated from nnt ballet school, went on indefinite hiatus due to risk of health immediately after earning his degree, turned toward the idol dream to scratch the performing itch in a "healthier" way ✦ sometimes feels as though he's wasting his talents, but is learning to be gentler on himself day-by-day ✦ if you're a dancer, especially a trained one, he'd really, really love to dance with you... like really, really

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jō kitayama might seem stoic and reserved on the surface, but he promises that that's just his face ✦ just wait until you see his smile or hear his laugh ✦ he's a dreamer, but he balances himself with a sense of practicality where it matters, for example, he doesn't get so lost in his head that he'll forget to do his chores or honor his commitments ✦ despite possibly seeming a little spaced out from time to time, jō is someone who does what he says he's going to do. he's very forthright and determined, a dreamer who turns his dreams into his real life despite being an entertainer and artisan for many years, jō has a hard time taking criticism. his feelings get hurt and he's prone to sulking, or even swearing under his breath, but it's only because he's so hard on himself all the time ✦ there's probably no one more passionate about dance as he is ✦ he has a romantic side and can be pretty sensuous, but he tries not to let his heart get in the way of his work ethics ✦ his new love is writing lyrics and poetry, and he's even picked up on playing the piano, too ✦ he'd love to get to know you

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fellow japanese trainees, please embrace him! he'd love to have a community of people, or at least one person, who reminds him of home and gives him that sense of comfort

he's obsessed with dancing, so if your muse is a dancer, he'll want to pick their brain and learn from them if he's allowed to. new dance partners are always welcome; gender doesn't matter either

during a large portion of his hiatus, he kinda lived life doing nothing, so he got into a lot of anime films ( he's kind of a snob and only likes the top-rated ones ) and video games ( ranging from the legend of zelda to street fighter ). maybe your muse likes these things too and it could lead to a connection?

he also got into k-pop during this time too, so any fans of in-verse groups that he can nerd out with would be cool! he's a fan of them all, and for the record, his biases in some of the groups are: ( v&a ) haru and aj, ( crystallis ) yura, ( fabula ) eunhye, ( nova ) miyu

he's an older brother to two little sisters ( one born in 2006, so could be a connection ), so if your muse is younger than he is, the chances of him doting on them affectionately is pretty high. he takes his stance as a senior to his juniors seriously, so he'll always aim to make a good impression. if your muse was born after 2004, this could be fun to explore too

on the flipside, he'll also take being the junior in the scenario in stride, always aiming to be respectful, just how his parents raised him up to be. though, he may lean on you a little too much sometimes. he's not used to being babied, but secretly wants to be. would someone like to volunteer? >.<

he's a hard worker and puts a lot of time and effort into the arts, but distractions are good for him, especially if they're gorgeous and make his heart flutter! he'd love flirtationships, friends-with-benefits, romance ( casual, serious, anything goes ), and everything in-between. he'll write poems and songs about your muse if he likes them, it'll be cute! ( noting that he identifies as queer, even if he isn't overly expressive about it )

if your muse is a songwriter/musician, jō would love to learn from them! these skills of his are still growing, so getting better at them would make him super happy if your muse has the time to collab

if none of these work, let's brainstorm!

[fruitybashir]

Me reading the new chapter trying to determine if I should leave simple present tense or make it present continuous while Kris is three fingers deep in Bojan

finally i can post this ask holy fuck this made me bend over laughing tbh

[he1chouarts]

every time a new queued Astarion posts I lose a follower, I’m so sorry to the people who followed me for *flails arms* literally anything else

[inutaffy]

🤪STAWP 🤗CHANGING 🫣UR 😈USER 🫠CHALLENGE 👺

i was going to tag you in smth but could not find yuh

IM SORRY

[et-homephone]

wish I had a warm man in my bed right now :-/

[mirialan]

Bad writing in anime, manga and manhwas has been making me incredibly FURIOUS lately. Idk why it's getting to me so bad all of a sudden lol. I threw one of my mangas across the room in the middle of reading it the other night; Almost threw my phone and stopped reading multiple BL manhwas like 70+ chapters in and just now almost threw my drink against the wall watching some anime.

I think it makes me angrier because these were stories that had good writing up to that point, but then threw it all out the window to have some cliche trope happen or were just inconsistent in the writing of their characters. It's just happened so much recently that it's driving me insane.

[azu21]

I know that this is about Pedro, but, Bella is so warm and sweet, she is like an angel and I've only seen her in interviews. 😍

Hiiiii Here is my request

Reader meets Bella and Nico bc she’s dating Pedro and it’s just cute. Oh and Gabriel (he plays tommy in tlou) and they are in an age gap (u choose) and it’s so cute and fluffy

Where Family Meets Family

Pairing: Pedro Pascal X Fem! Reader

Summary: you get to meet the people Pedro calls family.

Word Count: 1.6k

Content Warning: fluff, insecurity from reader. Implied age gap, reader is late 20’s Pedro is his current age (48).

Note: I love this request stop it 😭😭🫶🏼🫶🏼 thank you sunny ☀️

“Are you sure they won’t mind me being here? I don’t wanna impose on anything.” You fidget nervously with the sleeve of your jumper, picking at loose threads to distract yourself from the nerves that clawed at you from the inside, desperate to get out.

Pedro stops walking with you and your legs come to a halt, figuring maybe he’d changed his mind, that he’d send you home. Instead, his large hands cradle your face, it looked so small in his big hands, “baby, they’re dying to meet you. I promise they’ll love you.” You huff out a breath of exhale and look up at him through your lashes, “okay.” His eyes lightly squint as he smiles, “okay.” He affirms, letting go of your face and holding your hand, stopping your nervous fidgeting.

The set was incredible, you’d never think it could be this realistic but it looked very similar to the show, a lot of hard work had been put into making this series, you admired it, that Pedro was apart of this, making it happen.

His fingers rub your knuckles, as he leads you to the dressing rooms, props out for filming you have to weave through, careful not to step or bump into anything. You weren’t paying attention in front of you, your eyes coming up from the floor when you see it a foot in front of you; a clicker. You scream, “fuck!” Let go of Pedro’s hand and push him in front of you towards the man in the special effects make up. Your adrenaline is high as your heart hammers, Pedro turns to you with a raised eyebrow and the man behind him starts bellowing in a laugh that echos through the building.

You kneel over yourself and set your hands on your knees, catching your breath, and trying to steady your breathing. You flinch when a hand meets your back and you look up to see Pedro. “It’s just me honey, you’re okay.” As much as he finds the situation amusing, he wants you to be okay.

“You scared the fuck out of me man, Jesus.” The man throws his hands up in defence, “I’m sorry about that, we hang around like this on set so they don’t have to do the make up again, it takes hours. I’m Mike by the way, so nice to meet you.” You reach out and shake his hand, introducing yourself. “We better keep moving, got some people to see, see you later Mike.” Mike nods, “good to see you Pedro, see you later.”

Pedro’s hand is on your lower back guiding you, “good to know you’d toss me to save yourself.” He jests, pouting at you. You immediately feel bad, lip opening and closing, you must’ve looked like a deer in the headlights with your big eyes wide as you’d realise what you’d done. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to shove you I just-“ you’re cut off by Pedro laughing, “don’t apologise sweetheart, you know I’d keep you safe anyway. You ready to meet them?”

You’d stopped outside the door that had “cast only” and shuffled uncomfortably, “are you sure I’m allowed to be in here.” You gesture to the sign, “we’re not filming today, I let them know they said it was fine, just don’t take pictures of the set.” “Okay, sure.” Not like you’d planned on it anyway. Pedro doesn’t even knock, just swings the door wide open and he’s met with a room full of smiling faces all rushing to greet him. You stand awkwardly as you shuffle into the room, shutting the door behind you.

“This is my girl, she’s a little nervous aren’t you baby?” You stare dumbfounded, nodding, you reach for that thread to fidget with when Bella comes up and pulls you into a hug, they’re awfully strong for a nineteen year old. You wrap your arms gently around her, accepting the warm embrace.

“I’m Bella, so nice to meet you. All Pedro does is talk about how incredible you are.”

“Oh, does he now?” Your cheeks flush red as you turn to Pedro who has a shy grin on his face.

“Alright scoot it’s my turn to meet the “woman that makes me the luckiest man alive.” The young girls impersonation of Pedro makes you laugh. She pulls you into a soft hug and her beautiful hair tickles your cheeks, “I’m Nico. Pedro’s other adopted child, I guess that makes you our mum.” The lopsided grin has your cheeks starting to hurt from smiling so much. “I’ve always wanted kids, the more the merrier.” You cheer.

A man approaches you, one you recognise as Tommy from the show, he’s handsome you admit, but he’s got nothing on Pedro. His teeth are baring as he smiles at you, pulling you into his broad chest and you hug him back, he lingers for a few more seconds than you would’ve offered but don’t protest until he pulls away. “I’m Gabriel, so nice to meet the lovely lady.” He kisses your hand and you feel the heat crawling up your neck as he does so. “Trying to make a move on my girl Gabriel?” The amusement in Pedro’s voice is evident, and Gabriel laughs, “you know I can’t help it, I’m a ladies man, they love me.”

“I’ve only got eyes for one man, sorry to disappoint you Gabriel.” Your kind voice makes Pedro blush, the comment sweet as it is a firm statement.

You’re watching alongside Gabriel as Pedro and Bella dance. Pedro guides her movements softly and twirls her into him, their laughs contagious to each other as they move swiftly. “You know how much he loves you right?” You turn to Gabriel and he’s watching them, just as you were before turning to you, seeing doubt in your eyes. “I know he loves me, I just don’t feel like I’m worthy enough for him sometimes.” Gabriel frowns at this, he sees and hears every comment he makes on set about how perfect you are, showing them pictures of the two of you, explaining the story behind it.

“What makes you say that?” You sigh, you’d have to talk about it at some point, you didn’t want to talk about it with Pedro yet; he didn’t know how bothered you were by some of the hate you’d been receiving in regards to your age gap. “People are always commenting on our age gap y’know. Just makes me wonder why he chose me. He could have anyone he wanted.” Gabriel’s face softens, the wrinkles in his face are now gone. “I’m sorry people are sayin’ that about you, but he did chose who he wanted, it’s you. You’re it for him.”

You turn back to watch the two of them twirling once more, the song coming to an end, “you really think so?” Gabriel laughs, gaining Pedro’s attention, you send a small smile his way and he notices somethings not quite right. “Yeah, I know so.”

“Thanks Gabriel.” He puts a hand on your shoulder supportively, “anytime.”

Bella and Pedro seperate and she walks up to you, crushing you in another hug, “it was so awesome to meet you, I hope I get to see you again. Maybe we can hangout sometime?” The hopeful look in her eyes nearly makes you cry, “of course, it was great to meet you Bella. I would love that.” “Okay dudes, I’m going home. Remember to wrap it we don’t want any babies, or do we?” Bella shoots you two a look before leaving, the laugh that escapes your lips is out of your control.

“Hey sweetheart.” Pedro presses his body against yours, warm and sweaty from dancing. “Hi baby.” His lips graze your forehead, kissing you softly. You fall putty in his hands as he holds you by the waist, “you gonna tell me what made my girl so upset before? It wasn’t Gabriel, was it?”

You shake your head no, feeling guilty that you had vented to Gabriel before coming to Pedro with this problem. “I just-sometimes I don’t feel good enough for you.” Pedro wants to speak, to reassure you but he listens, because he knows you’re not finished. “A lot of people comment on our age difference and it gets to me sometimes-the things they say.” You bite your lip, wishing you would just be unbothered by things like this.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve come to you first but, I-I was so embarrassed and I didn’t want you to worry about me.”

“Oh honey.” Pedro pulls you into him, the warmth is welcome as you melt into him, feeling like you’re coming closer after your confession. The weight off your shoulders makes you relax into him. “You never have to apologise for that. People are cruel and they say mean things. But we’re strong, I love you because everything about you is everything I’ve always wanted.”

“Even if we don’t have kids?” Pedro pulls back slightly, taken aback by your comment. “What do you mean?” Your cheeks are bright red, “well I mean, would having kids be such a bad thing?” Pedro grins, kissing your lips gently. “Maybe it wouldn’t. We can talk more about it in the car, cmon. Let’s get home.”

“Thanks for the great day. They’re all wonderful people. The connection you have with Bella is really beautiful.” Pedro’s orbs are watching you, your face showing nothing but love and affection for him. “I need her more than she needs me, she’s helped me through a whole lot that kid.” “I’m proud of both of you.” You muse.

“I love you so fucking much.” His lips are frantic on yours, conveying his love and warmth to you, reaffirming his last words to you. You, wordlessly say you love him too.

[racew1nn3rs]

─ 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘪. (𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦) 🍊

⤷ summary: saudi arabian and australian grands prix happen! y/n starts making vlogs for the races and it reveals more about her and a certain driver's feelings than she hoped, not that she notices. poor oscar's stuck in the middle of it all but he's trying his best!

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ynusername if my admin duties don't kill me, i promise my caffeine addiction will! (:

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"This thing better be working," could be heard slightly muffled in between vague shuffling sounds. After a second or two of incoherent noise, the camera footage finally came on. Y/N smiled at herself in the camera as the recording light blinked to life, and raised her hand victoriously. She grabbed the smile microphone in front of her and laughed, "It looks like everything is working. Thank God, I wouldn't have known how to fix it otherwise."

"Alright everybody, welcome to the first race weekend vlog hosted by me! Your favorite McLaren admin and social manager. It took me forever to figure out how I wanted to go about this, but now I think I settled on a format that will work," She explained as she walked around the small, clean kitchen that was within frame of the camera. She pulled a glass jar out of her cabinets and left it on the counter before pulling a jug of cold brew and a cartridge of milk out of her fridge.

"It is currently 7:30 A.M on March 29th, and I have a flight to Melbourne in 3 hours. I'm already packed and ready for this weekend, but I wanted to get an introduction filmed and I wanted to take a shower before I left." Y/N paused for a moment as she poured the coffee into her mason jar until she seemed satisfied and began to add some milk. "I am totally exhausted so this is probably cup one of like," she laughed, "I don't know seven probably. And this is a pretty big jar I won't lie."

"The race weekend doesn't technically start until Friday, so I'll be getting there a bit early, but I wanted to film some content before the race weekend gets really hectic, so McLaren is sending me a little bit earlier. I'm excited though! I love the heat, even if I live in London the antithesis of Australian weather," she taste-tested her coffee and hummed in delight.

"God I really never miss with this stuff," she said contently. "Anyway, it's a bit of an early start today, but I'll have plenty of time to sleep on the fight. I mean can you believe that London to Melbourne is a nearly 22 hours," she scoffed. "I vote that we start making all of the races in one place so I don't have to feel jet lag more painful than the force of 1,000 suns every other weekend. Not that I'm complaining," she chuckled awkwardly, "I love my job McLaren please don't fire me."

Abruptly an orange tabby cat came into the frame of the camera, causing Y/N to abruptly grab her glass jar in the hopes of avoiding a mess. She gasped, but laughed as the cat scampered off as quickly as it had come. She shook her head fondly.

"That, ladies and gentleman, was Cali! My cat. She's literally my baby, and I love her more than anything else on this earth. However, she does have an affinity for hitting things off of counters and breaking them. She also hates men and nearly all other animals, so she's basically the world's biggest hazard to society. She's a good girl, I love her." Y/N explained between sips of coffee as she stared wistfully past the the frame of the camera, where it could be assumed Cali had gone.

Abruptly an alarm went off and Y/N threw her head back with a groan.

"That means I have to get in the shower and get ready so I can leave on time," she said, before taking a few more sips of coffee. "I'm going to go do that, and the next time you'll hear my beautiful voice will be at the Melbourne Airport! Cue the travel montage!"

An assortment of clips follow. Y/N is seen dragging her luggage through Heathrow Airport. Y/N is seen ordering another coffee at the airport, finishing the coffee, and ordering another before her flight. Y/N is seen responding to emails from her airplane seat, editing video footage, and responding to instragram and twitter comments. Footage is shown outside the plane window of a cloudy, blue sky and a time lapse is shown as the sky grows beautiful shades of pink and red before becoming a starry-night sky. Y/N is seen cozy in a throw blanket and a travel pillow, presumably asleep with headphones on. Y/N is shown pulling her luggage through the airport once again, with a brand new coffee cup in hand. She smiles, taking a sip before she is seen settled down in a seat in the bustling airport.

"Twenty-two or so hours later and I have finally landed in Melbourne. I'm waiting for my Uber to get here so I can finally be taken to my hotel to drop my stuff off. I have a meeting with the McLaren drivers in two hours, but luckily I slept really well on the plane. I don't know how else I would be able to deal with Lando Norris. I'm going to finish this coffee in order to maximize my tolerance for the next few hours, but I suspect I'll be getting a new coffee before I reach that meeting. My addiction truly knows no bounds," she laughs, trying to ignore the people vaguely shown within frame that are staring at her speaking to a camera.

The camera cuts abruptly and the waiting screen from SpongeBob flashes on the screen, including the narrator's voice reading "2 hours later."

Y/N is shown once again in new clothes, a new coffee cup in hand, and luggage replaced by a small canvas bag. Her comfortable plane clothes have been swapped out for jean shorts and a plain white tank-top. Her hair is clipped back out of her face, and she is adorned with simple gold jewelry and light makeup.

Y/N smiles at the camera as she walks, bustling and talking heard around her, before whispering into the small microphone, "I have arrived at the McLaren garage. It is now time to meet with Lord Lando and workplace mascot Oscar Piastri," the titles slip off her tongue sarcastically and she doesn't bother suppressing an eye-roll.

In the next clip, Oscar and Lando are seen seated on either side of her as they sit in what seems like a board-room. Lando leans over and whispers something that the camera doesn't pick up and Oscar laughs while Y/N grimaces and reaches forward to readjust the camera. When the camera comes back on, Lando and Oscar are seated together on the left of Y/N as she faces on angle toward both them and the camera.

"Don't just sit there and look pretty, say hello to the camera boys," Y/N says and Oscar cackles at the disgruntled look on Lando's face.

"Is that your way of calling me pretty Y/N," Lando chokes out between laughs, and Y/N scoffs with an eye-roll.

"I was actually talking about Oscar, but whatever floats your little papaya boat Norris," Y/N deadpans and Oscar doubles over from the force of his laughter at the pout on Lando's face.

"That's not nice at all, I hope you know that. I think I am sitting here very prettily, thank you very much," Lando says, leaning into the girl next to him to speak into her microphone.

Y/N draws the microphone back, swatting him away, "Yes, yes quite prettily," Y/N mocks in a British accent.

Oscar, still trying to recover, joins in, "Pretty little Lando Norris," and Y/N laughs jovially, reaching across Lando as if the boy weren't there to high-five the Austrialian driver.

"Bullies, the lot of you," Lando mumbles and Y/N brushes off his comment without response before finally facing the camera.

"Anyway, welcome to the first McLaren race weekend vlog. I'm Y/N L/N, the best media manager in the whole god damn world, and this is Lando Norris, the biggest pain in my ass, and Oscar Piastri, the second biggest pain in my ass. How are you feeling about Melbourne boys?" Y/N questions, transitioning smoothly much to the British driver's chagrin.

"Feeling proud to be the second biggest pain in the ass and not the first. Probably the only time i've been glad to get second actually," Oscar comments and Y/N laughs as Lando shakes his head in disappointment.

"But in all seriousness it is good to be home, this is easily my favorite race of the year seeing as it's my home race and i'm looking forward to, hopefully, good results from our team," Oscar supplies and Y/N nods along to his words.

"Yes, Australia, we are in you and we are happy about it," both boys choked out a laugh at the manager's sexual innuendo and Oscar quickly covered his mouth with his hand so as not to react too much. "What about you Lando what are you feeling," Y/N questioned, leaning the small microphone to the boy.

"Feeling like that was a stupid joke. And also like I am going to be getting P1 this weekend. I can feel it in my bones."

"Leave my jokes alone Lando, you're not being paid to be a critic," she scoffed, "and if I recall, you said the same thing in Saudi Arabia not that long ago. What's changed now?"

Lando rolled his eyes, "What's changed is that we're in Australia now and I'm feeling much more confident."

"Well thank god for that," Y/N supplied unhelpfully as Oscar laughed.

"Now, what we really came here for, it's time to film a video for this channel, it's going to be a fan Q and A, I picked the questions. By the time this vlog is up, the QnA should've already been posted. So feel free to stop watching this and to go watch that or whatever," Y/N commented. "After that we're going to film a TikTok challenge," both and Lando and Oscar grimaced, but Y/N ignored their dismay at the idea of fiming yet another TikTok, so cue the montage! Filming time!" Y/N exclaimed and the screen transitioned to a new series of clips.

In the first clip Oscar and Lando were sitting in two chairs while Y/N sat across from them with a set of notecards.

"Lando, this question from user "ln4mania" asks, "Are you and admin actually friends? Or is the online beef real? The people demand answers!" Y/N reads off with a laugh.

"Do you hear that, the people demand answers Lando! Don't keep them waiting!" Oscar and Y/N laugh as Lando shakes his head and tucks his face into his hands.

"There is no beef, guys. Me and admin, or rather me and Y/N are just fine. We hadn't even actually met when that happened," Lando supplied between laughs. Y/N looked at the camera and rolled her eyes with a shake of her head, faux-disagreeing with the boy.

She ignored the simmering pit of disappointment in her stomach. She did in fact have a problem with entitled little Lando Norris who still gave her side-eyed looks and judgmental stares whenever he saw her. If that wasn't humiliating enough, Oscar had clearly noticed it too, which just gave Y/N the feeling that she wasn't being taken seriously at all now that Oscar understood Lando's lack of respect for Y/N. However that didn't matter in the current moment. All that mattered was making this video.

The next clip showed Lando and Oscar sitting at a table with bowls of water in front of them and towels strewn across a chair just within frame of the camera. Y/N stood behind them, hands rested in their hair as she reacted to the prompts being read by someone, an unnamed media intern, off-camera.

"Who is harder to make videos with?" The intern asked and Y/N huffed out a laugh as she let her hands fully grasp Lando's curls and push him into the water quickly. He sputtered, trying to blink the water out of his eyes as Y/N laughed at the wet-puppy dog look he was sporting.

Y/N tried to shake the ridiculous desire to let her hands run through the soft curls underneath her finger tips. Curse Lando and whatever stupidly good, rich-person hair routine he used that made him smell good and look good, and... whatever.

Lando, blinking water out of his eyes, was now undoubtedly certain that being damn-near waterboarded was worth it if it meant that Y/N would laugh like that again. He knew Oscar would harass him again later for being "down-bad" or something along those lines- as he had done every time he caught the man staring-, but as he caught a glimpse of Y/N's bright smile and shaking shoulders, he found he didn't really care.

The next clip showed Oscar, Lando, Y/N, and a laughing media intern as they all dried off- somehow all having become wet through the course of filming. Y/N dried herself off quickly, taking a sip of her newly refilled coffee, not seeing the way that only the camera and Oscar saw Lando stared at her until the driver was nudged back into focus on drying himself off.

A title-card once again came on the screen with white words on a photo collage of Australian grand-prix candids that Y/N had taken, reading "Race montage? More likely than you'd think."

Footage was shown of the free practice sessions. Oscar and Lando getting in and out of their cars. Engineers along the pit wall going over data. The team speaking incoherently, going over the game plan for Sunday's race. Oscar and Lando greeting fans, signing merch, and posing for photos. Y/N smiling and waving at a cheering crowd of people before staring at the camera incredulously with a small caption reading: "Omg she's famous your honor". More clips showed Lando laughing as Oscar tossed grapes and Lando moved to catch them with his mouth. Lando nearly choking as Y/N cackled in the background. Multiple clips showing Y/N with a fresh coffee, and another... and another, as Oscar's face in the background grew with concern. Zak Brown explaining to Y/N the dangers of caffeine overdose, and the need for moderation. Y/N explaining to Zak Brown that without coffee she would simply collapse and die, which the camera showed did nothing to ease her concern. Y/N getting caps signed by the drivers for fans and walking away with intricate friendship bracelets decorating her wrists.

And finally footage of the race. The engineers in the garage. The pit-crew changing tires. The cars racing past as Y/N watched attentively. Footage of the crowd as they cheered when the cars whizzed past. Smiling faces of fans. Y/N's cheers as Oscar and Lando passed. The smiling faces of McLaren employees as Lando and Oscar crossed the checkered flag in P6 and P8 respectively.

Y/N accepting hugs from both drivers, ignoring the burning sensation in her stomach as Lando wrapped his arms around her with a smile and a laugh. Y/N calling Lando smelly and telling him to go wash off if he wants to hug her next time, and him rolling his eyes at her fondly before making a face at the camera. The podium celebration is shown and Y/N smiles as the anthem plays, even though it's not for her own team.

The final clip is shown of Y/N in her hotel room, comfortable in sweats as she sits on the unmade bed.

"Not bad results this week guys! P6 for Lando and P8 for Oscar, which are good points for the team. I'm happy on my end, I think we got some good content filmed, and I am now ready to go to sleep so I can get home to Cali and my own bed quicker. I hope you enjoyed this video, and if you didn't don't tell me because I don't care!" Y/N jokes with a smile.

"Hopefully I will see you all at the next race, if not the race after that! Bye papaya fans, and be sure to follow us on instagram and all of the other social platforms!" Y/N exclaimed, gesturing to the list of the social media handles that appeared on her right hand side.

And with that, the camera cut to black.

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ynusername afraid to report that i fought jetlag and lost 😔 i did sleep for 25 hours straight after melbourne and i had no clue where i was when i woke up! shout out cali for waking me up 🙏🏼 best friend frl

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bsfusername i'm going to try not to be offended by that caption (love you bb cali) but FUCK YOU CAUSE I BOUGHT YOUR ASS BREAKFAST

ynusername my bad! s/o to that bomb ass omlette 🤩

bsfusername never doing shit for you again

user34 that vlog was god tier, how long did that take

ynusername it took 7 hours of editing and years off my life, thanks so much for asking 🥳

maxverstappen1 thanks again for those podium photos! you have a gift for photography 💪🏻

ynusername don't mention it! 👍🏼

ynusername (no seriously, mclaren might behead me)

mclaren beheading is so last year. firing squad. 🗣️

user35 not y/n threatening herself 💀

oscarpiastri suprised your body didn't naturally wake up for coffee

ynusername it did! just 25 hours later

user36 your poor cat was literally starving for a whole day? youre a horrible owner

ynusername let me introduce you to god's greatest creation: the automatic feeder!!! i'm sure they can mail one to whatever fucking rock you live under!

user37 PERIODDDD

user38 me personally? i'd never log on again

user39 she needs a personal channel 🙏🏼🙏🏼 i'd subscribe

user40 her cat is so cute 😭😭😭 gimme that

ynusername 🫵 STAY BACK HEATHEN, NO ONE TOUCHES CALI AND LIVES

user40 my bad fam 🧍🏻‍♀️

user41 i want someone to love me as much as she loves that mean ass cat

landonorris don't you have a job to be doing 💀💀 she slept through a full work day

user42 lando always on her ass and for whattttt

user43 obsessed obsessed obsessed

ynusername i had the day off! but not the guy who was streaming video games coming for me 🥱 talking bout get a job

user44 lando and y/n beefing on insta again? we're so back

user45 at this point instagram comment beef isn't enough, they need to duel or some shit

user46 the caffeine addiction almost got her guys

ynusername i wish it would, then i wouldn't have to work with lando's annoying ass

landonorris I CAN SEE YOUR COMMENTS???

ynusername THAT'S THE POINT

user47 honestly just give her a gun atp, these men test her too damn much

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user48 NURSE 🫵 SHE'S RIGHT HERE

user49 no fr, like let's get back to bed grandma

user50 OP, are you concussed?

user51 no actually cause didn't y/n just say she wanted to khs working with him 💀💀

pastryboy81 that sign can't stop me, because i can't read!

user53 OK I ACTUALLY SEE THE VISION

user54 ARE YOUR EYES CLOSED???!1!1

user55 i fear i totally get it 😔

user56 it's giving enemies to lovers, secret relationship type vibe lowkkkk

user57 no deadass like he hugged her reallll tight

user58 she also hugged oscar 😭😭?? and he has a whole gf

user59 the way she shoved him off and told him he reeked not 5 seconds after 💀 delusion is a disease yall

user60 someone call the f1 gossip pages cause 😗

user61 more like someone call the ward cause somethings real off with yall 🤨

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sorry that this update took forever, i had surgery and recovery has been rougher than i expected! hope you enjoy!!

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[jadeofblades]

Me planning saigoku week: Oh? October is in a month, time to get some prompts together and post them so everyone can get a head start. Yay being organized!

Me planning Gokumota week: ............ oh yeah their week is coming soon, lemme get some prompts done wait what the fuck do you mean it's already april 🧍🏽

[galariangengar]

I have so many things saved in my drafts of Raihan, Piers and Kabu that I’m eventually going to queue, it’s not funny, I’m very thirsty for these fictional men 🥵

[erajunex]

Here’s a sneak peek from my upcoming Father Charlie Mayhew x priestshousekeeper!reader one shot.

➡️ read the entire work here.

18+ content below the cut MDNI.

You were supposed to go, but you couldn't move. You didn't want to.

For the first time in your whole yet short life, you heard it. That voice. The voice of temptation.

You kept staring at him with bated breath, hoping that that show would last forever.

"Ah, fuck..." he groaned and you shuddered.

A shiver went straight to your core and you immediately felt the urge to clench your thighs together and hold back that unusual tickle you had never experienced in such a strong way before.

But it wasn't enough.

Forgive me, Father... you thought. Your cheeks reddened with shame as the last piece of reason faded away from you at the exact moment your right hand went straight under the cloth of your sundress, and just as if it had been guided by a dark and sinister force it sneaked between your legs, right in your cotton panties.

For I have sinned.

English is not my first language, I’m currently translating this from Italian so please be kind with me, i’m sorry for any inaccuracies😭🙏🏼 Leave a comment or lemme know if you wanna be added to the tag-list!

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[novaursa]

https://youtu.be/qillYsPzEs0?si=zWRzrkWUSQ-jRaTA

Can you do this just with the Targaryens and Lannister? Sister!reader Targaryen vs Cersie Lannister 🫣🙏🏼

Fire and Gold

- Summary: Rhaegar chooses you over her. And Ceresi never forgives you for it.

- Paring: sister!reader/Rhaegar Targaryen

- Note: In this AU Robert's Rebellion never happened. Rhaegar marries the reader, Ceresi still marries Robert after Lyanna dies in childbirth along with their child.

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Next part: 2

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround

- A/N: I hope this was what you had in mind, dear anon. The story is fresh from the oven.

You and Rhaegar have always known how to draw a crowd. The smallfolk line the roads, banners flapping in the breeze as cheers follow your every step. Rhaegar’s hand rests at the small of your back, his touch familiar and comforting. The two of you move through the throng with practiced grace, your smiles reflecting the adoration in the eyes of those gathered. The royal tour has been a triumphant journey so far, a celebration of unity and strength. Yet, beneath the surface, tensions simmer, particularly when it comes to the Lannisters.

It’s no surprise that Cersei Lannister would try to disrupt your journey. Tywin’s golden daughter has never hidden her disdain for you. You, the sister who Rhaegar chose over her, who embodies all that she desired but could never possess. Her presence is almost expected as you approach the encampment set up for the royal party. When you step inside the tent, the air is thick with unspoken tension. Rhaegar’s jaw tightens beside you, and you can feel the shift in the atmosphere like a gathering storm.

Inside, Robert Baratheon looms, his massive form imposing even in stillness. Cersei stands at his side, her face twisted in fury, her eyes burning with a hatred you’ve known since you were both young girls at court. The very air seems to crackle between you. But your attention is drawn to your children and theirs, lined up in a tense, volatile standoff. Your eldest son, Aelor, stands tall, his eyes a mirror of Rhaegar’s determination. Blood stains the edge of his blade, and a long, angry gash mars Joffrey’s cheek. The boy’s face is contorted with pain and rage, his hand pressed against the wound.

“What in the name of the gods happened here?” Rhaegar’s voice is a sharp, commanding presence in the room. The knights and guards around you tense, sensing the gravity of the situation.

Robert spits, his voice dripping with contempt. “Your damn spawn attacked my son. Maimed him, Targaryen. That’s what happened.”

Aelor’s voice rings out, clear and unwavering. “He insulted us first. He insulted me, my brothers and sisters. He insulted you, Father, and you, Mother. When he drew his blade, I defended us.”

Joffrey, clutching his wounded cheek, shrieks in a high, grating voice. “Lies! He called me a Lannister bastard, and then he—”

You narrow your eyes, your gaze locking onto Cersei. It is an open secret in the court that her children bear none of the Baratheon traits, their golden hair and green eyes a reflection of the Lannister line. You’ve never spoken of it openly, but now, the accusation lingers in the air, unspoken but heavy. Cersei’s lips press into a thin line, her fury palpable.

“How dare you,” she hisses, her voice trembling with barely contained rage. “Your vile little whelps—”

“Enough.” Rhaegar’s voice cuts through the tumult like a blade. “They are children, Cersei. This matter is settled.”

“Settled?” Cersei’s face flushes crimson. She turns to Robert, desperation sharpening her tone. “You will let this stand, my lord? He has harmed our son!”

Robert’s eyes flicker between Rhaegar, your children, and his wife. His face is flushed, whether from drink or anger, you cannot tell. For a moment, the entire tent holds its breath, waiting for the King’s decree.

But Rhaegar steps forward, his presence filling the space. “This is over. Children quarrel. It will not be escalated further.”

Cersei’s expression is a mask of fury, her body taut with indignation. Her eyes meet yours across the tent, and for a heartbeat, it’s as if the world narrows to just the two of you. There, in her gaze, you see the depth of her resentment, the wound to her pride that will never heal. You hold her stare, your silence as cutting as any word you could utter.

Cersei’s movements that soon follow are a blur, her hand snatching the dagger from Robert’s belt with a ferocity that sends a jolt of shock through the tent. She lunges at you, the blade aimed with a deadly precision that could only be born from hate. Instinct takes over, and you reach out, catching the weapon with your bare hand before it can pierce your heart.

The sharp steel bites deep into your palm, the pain immediate and excruciating. Blood wells up, spilling over your fingers and dripping onto the ground. Gasps echo through the tent, but no one dares to intervene. Robert’s roar reverberates around you, filled with anger and disbelief. “Cersei, what are you doing?!”

Your children’s cries pierce the air, frantic and terrified. Their small voices, shrill with fear, tear at your heart. The sight of their mother locked in a deadly struggle, blood pouring from your hand, is too much for them to bear. But you can’t look away from Cersei, can’t afford a single moment of distraction.

Her face is contorted with fury, a rage so intense it seems to consume her. “You ruined everything!” she screams, her voice raw. “You were supposed to be nothing more than a bargaining chip, another mad Targaryen girl! But instead, you took him—took the life that should have been mine! And now I’m shackled to this brute, trapped in a prison of my own making because of you!”

“You chose this,” you retort, your voice low, steady, despite the pain searing through your arm. “You and your father wanted too much. You thought you could seize the crown, twist the realm to your liking. But it was never yours to take.”

Her eyes flash, and with a snarl, she presses down, driving the blade further into your grip. The pain is blinding, but you refuse to let go, even as the dagger slices across your forearm in a brutal arc. You cry out, the sound sharp and involuntary, as the blade carves a deep, angry line from wrist to elbow. Warm blood streams down your arm, pooling at your feet.

The lords and ladies around you recoil, horrified, but none move to intervene. Fear holds them frozen in place, their eyes wide, their faces pale. The tent, filled with the sound of your children’s desperate sobs, seems to close in around you.

“Look at you,” Cersei hisses, her voice dripping with venom. “Bleeding for a throne you think you’re owed, just like your father. You’re no different from him. Mad, arrogant, and dangerous.”

“And you,” you bite back, your voice shaking with pain and fury, “are nothing but a bitter, power-hungry fool. You think you can cut me down? You think you can break me? I am not my father, and I will not be cowed by you.”

With a furious cry, she shoves the blade again, but you twist, forcing the weapon away. The dagger slips from her grasp, falling to the ground with a dull thud. You stumble back, clutching your bleeding arm, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. Pain throbs through every nerve, but you stand your ground, refusing to show weakness.

Rhaegar is at your side in an instant, his face ashen with worry. “Y/N,” he murmurs, his voice tight with concern, his hands gentle as he examines your injured arm. “Gods, what has she done to you?”

Robert steps forward, his face a mask of barely restrained fury. “Have you lost your senses, woman?” he growls, rounding on Cersei. “You draw a blade on the Princess of the Realm, on your king’s daughter? Are you so eager to invite Aerys’ wrath upon us all?”

Cersei glares back at him, her chest heaving, her hands shaking. “I don’t care!” she cries, her voice breaking. “All my life, I’ve been promised things that were taken away. I was promised Rhaegar, promised a crown, and now I’m nothing! Stuck here, with you, and this—this farce of a marriage. I’m trapped, and it’s all her fault!”

“Enough.” Robert’s voice is like a hammer striking stone, his eyes blazing with anger. “You’ve gone too far. This is beyond foolish, beyond dangerous. You think Aerys will turn a blind eye when he hears of this? His daughter bleeding at your hands?”

The name of your father seems to cut through her fury, a flicker of fear passing over her face. The threat is real—everyone knows the Mad King’s unpredictable wrath, his unquenchable thirst for vengeance. And you, his beloved daughter, lying wounded at her feet? The consequences could be catastrophic.

Rhaegar’s arms wrap around you, his touch gentle as he guides you away from the scene. “We need to get you to the maester,” he says softly, his voice tight with worry.

You nod, the pain throbbing with each heartbeat, but you keep your gaze on Cersei, refusing to look away. “Remember this, Cersei,” you say, your voice steady despite the agony. “You brought this on yourself. You chose your path, just as I chose mine. And you’ll find that you’ve made an enemy you can’t afford to have.”

With that, Rhaegar leads you out of the tent, your children trailing behind, their faces pale and tear-streaked. The lords and ladies part before you, their whispers already spreading like wildfire through the camp.

This skirmish is over, but the repercussions are only beginning.