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[viveela]

Oh wow. Does he know...

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[fragmcntedsouls]

billie dawson ✦ briggs mikaelson ( @ofmoonlitmagic )

There hadn't been room for despair in the days that had followed on from her talk with Gianna. Briggs having ensured the opposite and filling every possible moment with love and laughter – everything, to prevent her mind from wandering to darker depths. In a time of her life where she believed that she should have felt unlovable, the truth was that she had never felt so loved.

His heart spoke to hers and it promised 'you're not alone. you'll never be alone, not as long as i'm here' and hers, god did it listen.

Her gaze lingered on his features, dark eyes eagerly caressing each contour of his face before her brow lifted mischievously, "we can do anything I want?" Her hum was edged with amusement as she tilted her head "-- are you sure you really wanna give me that kind of power?" shrugging her shoulders, she added playfully "because we're like a youtube video away from learning how to tango."

Neither of them had seen much actual sunlight in the past few days however, so Billie figured that they should probably start there; thinking it over for a moment before reaching her decision "wanna go find swamp monsters in the bayou?"

[motoshima]

@motoshima //instagram @_motoshima, segue.

[king-trollex-fangirl]

Trollex x Melody x Floyd songs

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"It Will Rain" by Bruno Mars

"Loves and Lies" by Anthony Ramos

"Just a Dream" by Sam Tsui and Christine Grimmie

"Love Story" by Taylor Swift

"Be With You" by Mondays (ft Lucy)

"In The Name of Love" by Bebe Rexha and Martin Garrix

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

Bonus!! ♥️♥️♥️💖💖💖💖

👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾

Cooper x Jussy x John Dory songs

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"I Want You Back" by NSYNC

"You're In My Head Like a Catchy Song" by Pear Butter/Buttercup (from My Little Pony)

"Boyfriend" by Justin Bieber

"I Love U" by Loving Caliber

"What Makes You Beautiful" by One Direction

"If I Can't Have You" by Shawn Mendes

Floyd/Cooper/John Dory/King Trollex belongs to DreamWorks

Jussy belongs to @jade-green-butterfly

Melody belongs to me

[greyeyedmonster-18]

(me: ready to go?

lorge bebe: i have the hot snakes)

[butterlymusic]

Bebe Rexha - Meant to Be (Lyrics) (ft. Florida Georgia Line)

[livin4woso]

She's just a softie (aitana bonmati x buff! reader)

Summary- reader has created quite a known track record to be scary on and off the pitch with even some teammates being scared of your size. However, aitana sees you for what you really are a big softie, yet her teamates don't believe it until they see it.

Your whole life to anyone who didn't know you would suggest you lived in the gym. Your toned body speaks for itself, showing the hard work you put in each day. Then, later in life came along the tattoos that were littered across your body with a new one appearing on your skin ever so often.

All this combined left you to be scary looking person and you're naturally shy and introverted behaviour was instead mixed up with the ideas of you being cocky and arrogant towards people which was far from the truth yet people were intimidated by your presence and never tried to cross paths with it.

However there was one person who saw beyond the looks and that was aitana she was never scared of your 5,11 ft muscly tattooed build she saw you for the real you a shy nerdy girl who was a big softie. It was quite a funny site for the girls at barca when they found out you were together yet they still didn't believe you were good enough for her.

"Oh come on, aita, you can do so much better someone who isn't self obsessed and is so arrogant that she won't even talk to us," frido said when they were walking down the tunnel to training. "Look you have no idea what y/n is like and the answer is no i won't because too me she is nothing what you think she is and i will prove it too you" aitana replied storming off from her friend. She knew her friends wouldn't approve, but they had never given you the chance to even speak, and because you're too shy to speak first, you just never did.

You and aitana had been dating for around 6 months when she decided to prove everyone you were not as tough as people thought you were. It was a long day at training and secretly aitana had planned for team bonding at your shared apartment too show you were a big softie for her.

"Im tired aita please can we cuddle on the couch" you asked walked into the living room "mhm sure bebe just go shower and change then we can" she replied kissing your cheek while standing on her tip toes to reach. As you went to shower she had text for the girls too come round for an hour later and had given frido and ingrid a key to let themselves in as she knew she wouldn't be able to open the door with you lay on her.

After both of you were ready. You practically threw the smaller girl on the couch and dropped yourself on top of her. "Can you play with my hair please" you asked giving her puppy eyes that she couldn't resist. "Of course amor just relax and go to sleep I'll wake you later" she said as her fingers carded gently through your hair. It took about 10 minutes until your breaths evened out and were tickling aitanas neck.

As she sat on her phone scrolling through social media, she heard the key unlock the door when her 3 friends had opened the door. It was ingrid mapi and frido who had arrived first and walked towards the living room. However, when walking through what was once just aitanas apartment, they noticed the subtle changes of the additions of lego sets and old comics scattered across the room, which obviously didn't come from aitana. Then they reached the couch, and thats where they saw it. Your larger figure wrapped around aitana clinging onto her like she would disappear if you let go.

Frido was stood mouth agape and ingrid was pulling a similar face then mapi was so in shock she even went and took a photo of how yous were laying on the couch together. "See i told you she was a big softie, she's just really shy and a bit nerdy if you haven't caught on to the new decorations in the rooms" aitana said with a shit eating grin on her face knowing she'd proved all her friends wrong. "So you're telling me that theee y/n y/l/n is infact a massive nerd and isn't cocky but rather scared to talk to us" frido said almost in a state of shock which aitana just nodded in response.

As more piled in from the team, each with a similar reaction. The volume in the room getting gradually louder, which caused you to stir from your sleep "aita whys it so noisy in here? Have you got the tv on full volume?" You asked groggily, lifting your head from the crook of her neck to find your whole team in your living room."erm how long have yous been here?" You asked your cheeks flushing a dark shade of red in embarrassment. "Long enough to know you're not so tough as you look and aitana makes you a massive teddy bear," mapi responded, causing the room to break into laughter.

Safe to say after that day, no one questioned yours and aitanas relationship, and since then, the team realised your true self, the one aitana had seen in the first place.

[cupcakeinat0r]

Thinkin abt Dad Bod!Miguel…

Ft. Daddy, Praise, n Size kink!!! (Duh.)

[NSFW]

You leave the classroom after enduring the most stupid 3 hour 8am lecture that you needed for a stupid credit for the stupid degree that you cried and prayed for.

Your spirit is immediately lifted once you see your boyfie waiting outside of the building for you, the six-foot-nine man leaning against his car like a total poser. His burly arms are crossed, which makes his pecs bulge through his shirt even more. In your opinion, he fills out his button-up perfectly; the short sleeves barely able to contain his biceps, the hairs of his chest peeking out the first three open buttons… and his soft belly. Perfect for naps. You couldn’t see it from here, but you just knew his ass was lookin good in those jeans, too. You crash into his arms, kisses planted on your head. “Missed you today, mamita.” He mumbles into your hair. “Missed you more, baby. Now, please, take me home.”

You step in the house and face plant onto the couch. You could’ve fallen asleep right there, but you feel a breath on your ear, “Mamita, aye…”, you lift your head with a “hm?” toward the gentle voice, “Mama, ven a la cama… será mejor que’l sofá, beba… ven, ven…” you let out a small ‘Mph’ when you’re peeled off the couch. Miguel scoops you up bridle style, as if you were a feather, and takes you to the bedroom.

Once you sluggishly remove your clothes, down to your panties and tank top, you, again, face plant into what feels like heaven (your bed). Miguel goes to change so that he’s just wearing his boxers. He stops in front of the full-body mirror, looking at himself. His muscles are still there, but he isn’t too happy with what he sees, having gained some weight since being with you, but more importantly, he wonders if you think the same. Even a little bit.

You smile to yourself as you feel the stomach of your lover pressed against your back, wrapping you with his strong, hairy arms and entangling his thick legs with yours, cocooning you in a bundle of warmth. “Comfy, mamita?” He presses a tender kiss on your temple. You sleepily nod your head against the pillow, blissful in your position as little spoon. There’s a moment of peaceful silence as his calloused hand starts to affectionately rub your back under the tank top.

The thought still eats at him, though.

“Bebe…”

“hm?”

“Esta feliz conmigo?”

“What?” Your head snaps up toward him. There’s genuine concern in your voice.

“I love you, that’s no question, but if you want to have your college fun, you should be able to. I don't want you to miss out on experiences because of… me. ” You sit up now, looking at him with furrowed brows, “What’re you talking about?” He looks down at the bare skin of your thigh, a deep, discouraged sigh escaping his lips as his pointer finger caresses the skin there, “I just want you to be happy. More than anything.”

In one swift motion, you straddle him. “Missing what? Those dumb frat parties filled with little boys who wouldn’t know how to handle me? You’re so silly, baby.” You press a tongue-filled kiss on his lips, and a low growl erupts in his throat. “Ugh, I’d miss out on a million parties if it meant having all this.” You murmur against his lips before starting a trail of kisses down his torso, even with an occasional nibble, the warmth and hair of his skin meeting your lips the whole way down. You worshipped every inch of his thick body with your lips, all the way from his broad and hairy chest, his stretch marks, to his chubby midriff, down his mouth-watering happy trail, and finally to the hem of his boxers, where a bulge began to form.

You look up and give him a sultry look, “No college boy could ever compare to my fine ass hubby." His voice becomes strained, breath labored as you take your index finger and rub precise circles on his wet tip through his boxers, making him hiss. “fuck, mami… what did I do to deserve you? Eres una Bendicion, tu sabes?”, he caresses your cheek with his thumb, “Scored a fucking goddess… I’m so fuckin’ lucky. No sé cómo conseguí una mujer como tú..” he coos.

"And you’re so big n’ strong n’ handsome, Daddy. I love it.” Your voice combined with your touch made his dick twitch, his now angry tip slightly peeking out. You fail to fight back a small moan when you release his pretty cock from the confines of his boxers, it springing against his lower belly. Drool began to form in your mouth. You haven’t even tasted it and you were already cock drunk. “love this cock s’much…so perfect.” you mewl as you slowly begin pumping his cock. Miguel pathetically looks down at you; The prettiest girl in the world showing him the attention he doesn’t feel worthy of but oh so deserves. “Awe, You want daddy’s cock, don’t you, baby?” He tuts, his voice all sweet and pouty.

“Mhm,” you nod, a meek expression on your face.

“Let me show my man just how happy I am to be his.”

And any self-doubt that Miguel had about you being with him was poof! Gone.

*sighs* He sew cewt. Hope u liked it <3

Want more DadBod!Miguel ? Here’s my master list, bae!!

[s-awturn]

Jealousy, jealousy || F1 Dilfs

cw: jealousy, slightly possessive behavior, suggestion of obscenity, teasing, bratty behavior, public display of affection, and blah blah blah

a/n: This has been running through my mind for a few days now, thinking about these men vibrating with jealousy, I couldn't let it go. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

starring: Toto Wolff, Sebastian Vettel, Fernando Alonso, Jenson Button, Mark Webber, Kimi Raikkonen.

soundtrack: baby i'm jealous — bebe rexha ft. doja cat

Baby, I'm jealous, ooh

And I know that it ain't right

But I'm jealous, jealous (haha)

TOTO WOLFF:

Who could blame him? You were beautiful, intelligent and charismatic, even if you were a little shy, Toto understood why people orbited around you. But damn, that didn't stop Toto from being jealous of you, how could someone as smart as you not see that the McLaren kid was flirting with you?

It was clear how interested Lando was in you, very interested in fact. And that made jealousy bubble dangerously inside him and Toto didn't like that, he was confident, he knew you were in love with him, but fuck it, he couldn't help it.

It was time for him to make it clear who you were with.

He rolled up his sleeves to his elbow and walked over to where you were talking to Norris, who was too distracted to notice Wolff's approach.

Lando took a step back when he finally noticed Toto, the older man wrapped his arm around your waist and kissed his temple, keeping his dark eyes on Lando, making his message very clear.

"Norris" he said, making you even more attached to him. "Schatzi, shall we go? The car is waiting for us."

Lando swallowed, Toto's gaze was a subtle threat and he wasn't about to provoke one of the fiercest crew chiefs on the grid. You were forbidden ground. The British pilot said a quick goodbye to you and left.

“I know what you did, Toto” you hummed, feeling him kiss your neck, oblivious to who might be watching.

“That’s great, I hope everyone knows and stops flirting with you,” he said, making you turn to him. “I don’t want any boy who’s barely out of diapers trying to win over my girl.”

She rolled her eyes but smiled.

“You look cute when you’re jealous, honey.”

“Just for you, schatzi”

SEBASTIAN VETTEL:

He was watching the news when he was attacked by a five-year-old girl with two missing teeth. “I got you, monster!”

He pretended to be in pain as he writhed on the couch, making the little girl laugh. “Oh no, she managed to hit me!”

Sebastian pulled the girl onto his lap, tickling her belly, Eva laughed loudly trying to dodge the tickles until she was surprised by kisses.

“How was school today, princess? Did you learn a lot today?”

You watched the scene leaning against the door, Eva and Sebastian spent hours there playing after school, the girl told you everything, from when they had finished and reached the letter F in the alphabet until the time who arrived home.

“Make her wash her hands, Seb, I’ll go to the kitchen to see if lunch is ready.

“You can leave it to me, Süße, This little pig is going to wash her hands very well” and with that, he threw the girl over his shoulder and took her to the bathroom.

Eva and Sebastian were extremely close, Eva was the apple of her father's eye and Sebastian was Eva's master idol, she adored her father more than anything.

“Daddy? Can I tell you something?” Eva asked softly.

“Sure love, whatever you want.” He poured some soap on her little hands. “What’s wrong?”

“One of the teachers at school seems to like Mommy.”

Sebastian didn't stop rubbing Eva's hands, but the crease between his blond eyebrows made it clear that he had listened and didn't like what he heard.

“Is that so, dear?” He asked

“I think so, Daddy. He always gives her a rose, but Mommy throws it away.”

Maybe it was time for Sebastian to start picking up Eva from school.

“Don’t worry honey, I’ll talk to him and he’ll stop giving Mommy flowers.”

“It’s okay, Daddy,” Eva said, swinging her little feet as Sebastian washed his hands.

And the next day he was there, he respected the teachers a lot, but he needed to put that little teacher in his place. Sebastian smiled politely, asking Eva to stay in the car, playing with the Rubik's cube after the girl pointed out who the inconvenient teacher was.

“Mr Vettel, it’s a pleasure to see you in our school” The professor greeted him and Sebastian gave a tight smile, before standing two steps away from the professor.

“I’ll be brief, my daughter is in the car and my wife is waiting for us at home, so stop giving my wife flowers, or you’ll get flowers too” Sebastian’s smile widened “on All Souls' Day,” he added, giving the teacher a friendly pat on the shoulder. “I hope I was clear.”

“Like water,” he replied stammeringly.

“Great, you're a smart guy, so I won't have to report you for harassment, I'm glad we understood each other." He said and left, whistling as he walked to his car. Eva didn't even take her eyes off the cube, obsessed with the toy ever since Kimi gave it to her.

“Will he stop falling in love with Mommy, Daddy?”

“Yes, baby, let’s go home?”

FERNANDO ALONSO:

Fernando was the most expressive person you knew, he couldn't keep his emotions hidden, everyone could tell when he was angry, happy or frustrated. This was sometimes a blessing, sometimes a curse.

And at that moment, anger and frustration were very present on the Spaniard's face. It was your first time in the paddock since you started dating, you never had so much time to travel with him and follow the races, so everything was new to you. He was happy to have taken you and couldn't deny that he hoped you would stay close to him, knowing everything. He didn't think another pilot would take his attention.

But apparently, Jenson Button and Michael Schumacher had your full attention, you were so excited to get their autographs, you were smiling so excitedly that you could barely sit still. Fernando didn't want to be rude, didn't want to ruin his first experience on that side of the racetrack, but damn, he was jealous.

He didn't remember seeing you act so excitedly towards him like that. Still biting the cap of a pen, Fernando returned to the Renault pit, he knew that Michael or Jenson could accompany you if you wanted to return to the garage. Fernando wouldn't let his jealousy make your visit to the paddock a bad thing, he might be jealous but he still wanted you happy.

In the garage, he engaged in conversation with his mechanics and engineers, preparing for the free practice session that would take place in a few hours. But his mind was still focused on you, happily bouncing around your “favorite pilots,” he mentally sneered, his mouth twisting in spite.

“Do you understand?” one of the engineers asked and Fernando nodded stiffly.

“Of course I understand, I’m not an idiot,” he replied, putting his hands in the pockets of his overalls before being hugged by you.

“I looked for you like crazy, why didn’t you tell me you were coming back to the garage?” You kissed his shoulder, leaving a light pink lipstick mark on the flame retardant.

“I didn't want to interrupt your very interesting conversation with Button and Schumacher” he couldn't help the bitterness in his voice, making you frown in confusion.

“Whoa, why are you like that, baby?”

“Mhmm? You’re imagining things, corazón” Fernando said, avoiding your eyes, so he didn't see your mischievous smile. He often forgot that you knew him better than anyone else.

“Am I really? Then why did you leave me alone with Michael and Jenson?” You questioned, circling him until you were facing him, watching the pilot look away as he ruffled his unruly hair. “Oh, you’re jealous.”

“Me? Jealous of Jenson and Michael? You’re going crazy, honey.” He laughed mockingly.

You weren't affected by his sarcasm, you just hugged him again and pressed your lips to his chin, listening to his breathing hitch. Fernando finally released the tension that held his shoulders and hugged you tightly, drawing a smug smile from you.

"I see right through you, Nando, and I can tell when my man is jealous, don't try to fool me," you said sincerely. "I really like Jenson and Michael, but it's you I love, now go out there and kick all their asses.”

Fernando smiled and kissed you warmly. “If I bring you the trophy, will you give me a son?” he asked as he walked away from you.

“Maybe, who knows?” you smiled mischievously and walked away, going to his team to watch the training, giving the pilot a little peck while stealing his cap.

JENSON BUTTON:

Jenson was not a jealous man, he loved to show you off, to let everyone know that you, a beautiful girl a few years younger than him, had chosen him. He tried not to be arrogant, but he loved you being the center of attention, and the fact that you always wanted to go unnoticed made everything better.

“I'm going to get myself some coconut water, do you want it?” you asked, lifting the brim of Jenson's cap to get his attention. “Jen, are you listening to me?”

“I'm always listening to you, peach” He said, crossing his fingers over his abdomen as he looked at you, smiling cheekily. “I’d love to, if you could bring it...” he said pulling out his wallet and taking out the card for you.

“Nah, don’t even think about it Button! I can afford a coconut water for me and my boyfriend!” you said and marched to the kiosk by the beach. Jenson pulled down the brim of his cap, watching you walk away.

Jenson watched as a few men looked at you as you walked by, admiring your curves. Some even tried to get your attention, but Jenson saw you ignore them all, going to get your coconut water.

It's not like any of those idiots could have you.

He lifted his cap, keeping his eyes on you, ready to avoid any bad situation you might face. But you walked back to where he was, holding two green coconuts, you were blushing and had a cute pout on your lips.

“What’s wrong, peach?” he asked, pulling you to sit on his thighs, he kept his hand on your hip, playing with the bikini string that escaped your jean shorts. “Did some idiot say something stupid to you?”

“Nothing much, don’t worry,” you said before he kissed you so hard that it made you blush. “Jen! We’re in public!”

“I couldn't help it, peach, your mouth was calling me for a kiss, I couldn't be rude”

You slapped him on the chest, making him laugh. Jenson noticed that no one else was looking in your direction. Just because he wasn't jealous didn't mean he wouldn't make it clear that you already had someone.

He.

MARK WEBBER:

It was supposed to be just a family dinner, his family already knew Mark, they were used to him being present at family events and it was always a surprise when he didn't show up.

It was supposed to be just dinner, but what would family gatherings be without a little drama? The entire table was engaged in a conversation about Formula One's return after the summer holidays and you were laughing at the silly argument between your father and Mark, your father was a big supporter of Lando Norris and Mark made no secret of his preference for Oscar Piastri when the door opened, revealing his older brother and best friend, Ben.

Well, it had been your ex-boyfriend in high school and you had a bad breakup and he hadn't gotten over it, even after years.

“Wow Y/N, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you” he said after greeting everyone, he came to you with a nostalgic smile that didn’t affect you. “You look beautiful”

You gave a polite nod, even though you had gotten over it, continuing to keep in touch with Ben was never an option for you.

“It's kind of you, Ben... This is my husband, Mark” you introduced them, seeing Ben give a dry greeting, Mark responded in the same way and continued talking to his father as if no one had interrupted. You hid your smile behind your wine glass, Mark acted exactly as you expected.

The conversation continued and you ignored Ben's indiscreet glances at you, it wasn't like Mark wasn't there for Ben to try to gain his attention so blatantly. Everything got worse with his comments, sometimes flirting with you, sometimes trying to get a reaction out of Mark.

Those attempts were turning dinner, which was supposed to be light and fun, into a cold war zone. You were tense and Mark noticed this, placing his thick hand on your thigh, gently caressing your skin to calm you down; a sign that he would take control of the situation and put his ex-boyfriend in his place.

You smiled, grateful and proud that Mark was your husband.

“Out of respect for my in-laws, Benjamin, I ask that you stop trying to flirt with my wife, or I will knock your teeth out.” Mark spoke calmly before swallowing his shot of whiskey, you heard your brothers cough nervously and your cousins giggle.

You knew Ben would give a bad answer, he was a provocative jerk and would try to push Mark over the edge. Not that it was the wisest move, not when on the other side of the fight was a former Formula One driver who was driving a car weighing over a ton at three hundred kilometers per hour.

“Maybe I’m trying to make her see that she made some bad choices, but everything can be fixed if she wants it to be.”

Mark laughed.

“Breaking up with you wasn’t a mistake, Benjamin, it was a deliverance,” Mark retorted and your eyes widened. “Don’t think for a moment that you have any chance with my wife, I can't speak for Y/N, but I guarantee she doesn't miss you at all.”

Benjamin stammered like an idiot until he managed to form a sentence.

“You don’t know that”

Mark laughed more and shook the glass, playing with the ice “of course I do, I work hard to make sure there’s only room for me in her heart… so don’t be stupid and stop embarrassing yourself in front of everyone”

Mark's hand squeezed your thigh and you smiled, resting yours on top of his.

KIMI RAIKKONEN:

He hated parties, crowds, loud noise, people smelling of alcohol and cigarettes, urgh, he hated. But Kimi's karma was to be in love with a girl in her early twenties, enjoying the last moments of her college life before her obligations of adult life become part of your daily life. So there he was, leaning against a wall in a nightclub, looking away from the dancing crowd, his rigid posture and disinterested expression keeping the curious away.

He shook the glass, making the ice cubes collide with each other as he watched his girlfriend dance happily on the dance floor, surrounded by a few friends.The Finn's icy eyes roamed over her body relentlessly, appreciating how happy she seemed to be as she moved to the pop music, that made it worth going to that hellish nightclub, he would do whatever he could to ensure your happiness, even being there, outside of his natural habitat.

The ice surrounding Kimi cracked a little when he saw you smile at him, your bright eyes and happy aura made that torment worth it. You walked towards the ex-pilot and wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Honey, come dance with me,” you invited, pouting slightly to help convince him. “Just one song.”

“You know I'm terrible at this, lumihiutale, I'd rather watch you” he said and nibbled on your lip, making you whimper.

“You’re a bad guy, Kimi.”

He gave a smile, very rare for other people, but routine for you.

“I suspect you like it, princess.”

“You’ll never hear that from me.” You closed your mouth with an imaginary zipper and joined your friends. Kimi left the glass on the table and looked around, seeing a strange man staring at you. The Finn knew then that his evening, so pleasant, would encounter an irritating obstacle.

You were completely distracted by your friends, dancing and singing happily, you looked beautiful under the neon lights of the club, fucking beautiful.

He trusted that you would be okay for a few moments while he went to the bar to get you some water; when he came back, he found a boy surrounding you, trying to ask you to dance, even if you denied it and raised your hand, showing the promise ring. Not that this had dampened the boy's spirits. Kimi felt a strange spark ignite inside him, that boy — who didn't even have a beard — seemed to be close to his age and wasn't as ugly. What if you preferred someone your own age? Someone who would go to clubs and parties with you without complaining? Someone who would dance with you?

He growled lowly and walked over to where you and the boy were, and was present, seeing the boy's eyes widen, recognizing him.

“Get lost, kid,” he said simply, putting his arm around your shoulders, making you press your back against his chest. “She doesn’t need a brat like you.”

The boy stuttered and stumbled away, making you laugh.

You turned to Kimi, your cheeks were flushed and you were smiling.

“You being jealous is a new scenario for me, I think I like it” she stood on her tiptoes, sealing a quick kiss on his lips, Kimi slid her hands down to your hips, bringing the two of you closer together.

“Jealousy? I have no idea what that is, sweetie...” he said. “Shall we go home? I need to prove to you that you really don’t need inexperienced boys.”

His eyes lit up with mischief and expectation. “Not that any other guy besides you interests me, but I accept your proposal.”

In the end, his questions were ignored, you were Kimi Raikkonen's girl and no stupid boy was going to change that.

[yumiis]

Ooh hiiii! I have an Alastor with child reader ft Husk! Husk’s on babysitting duty (maybe Alastor was broadcasting and didn’t want her to hear??) but reader is super cranky and keeps crying for her dad (because she’s afraid he’s not gonna come back) until Husk finally just brings her to him and Alastor gives her all the reassurance? Very specific I’m sorry!!

YES PLEASE THIS IS SO CUTEEE

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 little girl ; alastor & child!reader

　 ﾟ･｡･ﾟ

genre/type; fluff/comfort, drabble

Alastor trusted Husk to some extent, enough to let him watch his daughter while he performed his daily broadcast. Husk knew his broadcasts normally lasted about an hour or an hour and a half on average, so he didn't mind watching you. Plus, you really weren't a bad kid.

You were sitting on the stool across from Husk at the bar, smiling as you watched him pour you some more apple juice. "Husky!!" You whined, making grabby hands at the cat. "What's up, hon?" You kicked your feet against the bar, "I miss Pa!" Husk sighed, "It's only been thirty minutes, lil' thing. Your Pa won't be done for a little while longer." You sniffled, tears coming to your eyes. "I wanna see him! Pleaaasseeee!! What if he doesn't come back?! I don't want him to leave me!!" Husk put his hands over his ears, "Alright, alright! I'll take you to 'em."

You smiled as you sat on Husk's back, playing with the fur on top of his head. "Are we there yet?!" Husk shook his head, "No, almost though. Gah, kid, you're gettin' too heavy. Growin' too fast." You crossed your arms, "Nuh uh!"

As you and Husk approached the entrance to his tower, he placed you back on the ground, "C'mon, you can walk the rest." He smiled, pushing your back is you'd be in front of him. "Go ahead. That's the door." You grinned, running to the door and frantically knocking on it.

"My goodness! I'm quite busy at the moment!" Alastor responded. Husk spoke up, "Your spawn wants to see you." Alastor's ears flopped backwards, "Oh! My, my." He got up, walking to the door and opening it, quickly crouching down to your level. "Oh, sha bebe, what ever is the matter?" He pulled you in for a hug, noticing you were crying. "I..! I didn't want you to leave me forever!" Your dad chuckled, "My little fawn, I would never leave you! You mean far, far too much to me for me to just drop you off somewhere."

You smiled as he picked you up, "My goodness, you're growing much too quickly!" You huffed, "I'm still little!" He nodded, "Indeed you are. Say, would you like to stay with me for my broadcast, darling?" You frantically nodded, "Yes! Yes yes!" He nodded, grabbing the door handle and looking at Husk. "You can go on back to the hotel, old friend." You smiled at Husk, "Bye-bye Husky!!"

[allur1ngs]

౨ৎ christmas prompts

⤷ here you can find a compilation of mafia!bada christmas prompts ft. the bebe girls♥️

✮ caroling for bada ✮ kissing bada under a mistletoe ✮ bada misses christmas eve dinner ✮ making bada dress up like santa ✮ the bebe girls wake you and bada up on christmas day ✮ bringing overworked bada milk and cookies ✮ bada reacts to you wearing a cute christmas dress ✮ you, lusher, and tatter play a prank on bada ✮ the bebe girls catch you kissing santa (bada)

[agendabymooner]

ditty and estie greet the world || eo31 scenario

dad!esteban ocon x mom!ofc (british royal!ofc) ft. ocon!baby

POTENTIAL EXTENSION TO THE ROYAL RESEMBLANCE (SMAU)

Summary: Diana ‘Ditty’ Ocon made her presence known to the formula one world as a two year old during the FIA prize giving ceremony. Her sweetness, however, was what encouraged her parents Albertine and Esteban to show the world her capabilities as a shy toddler. 

Content warning: dad!Esteban content 😚, fluff, based on an idea I brought up to a moot, shitty French translation, Lissie Mackintosh segment, shy toddler being cheered on, OFC and baby resembles Princess Diana

Note: Having an Oscar Piastri brain rot atm but I need to get wholesome dad!F1 driver out of my system. I’m currently restraining my brain from writing more smut rn.

My friend would’ve gotten twenty dollars from me if Ferrari won this race but noooo they didn’t soooo. Enjoy xx

a - n masterlist

o - z masterlist

“Tu es très jolie, Ditty ! Maman t'a-t-elle habillée?” You look very pretty, Ditty! Did Mummy dress you up? 

“Mummy m'habille!” Mummy dress me! The little girl who sat on the Alpine driver’s lap grinned toothily at her father, babbling at her parents as she continued to speak, “Papa, rentre bientôt chez toi?” Go home soon? 

“Darling,” Albie laughed heartily, “Nous venons de quitter l'hôtel!” We just left the hotel.

“But go home soon?” Diana Marie-François Elisabeth Ocon-Khelfane, or Ditty to most, was a delightful little girl. Her great uncle Charles Spencer recalled his eldest sister’s childhood photos and how much resemblance did Ditty have to Princess Diana. Everyone in Esteban and Albertine’s family knew that, much like Albie, Ditty was a carbon copy of Diana Spencer.

Though if you were to ask anyone, Ditty was more like Diana than Albie was. Ditty was more reserved and shy— she had gotten her personality from Esteban, who often took a while to get used to new people before warming up to them. It was no wonder why Estie and Ditty made the bestest of friends— they liked to attach themselves to each other AND to Albie. 

“We’re not going home soon, pretty,” Albie told Ditty gently, fixing her daughter’s bow as the girl continued to look up with the brightest blue eyes to have ever existed. Her eyes, no matter how bright, were shaped like her father’s— so no one could really oppose and say that she wasn’t her father’s daughter. “Papa’s going to get his award soon, no? We’ll be there for Papa, Ditty.” 

“A- ‘wawd?” Ditty’s brows furrowed a little as she looked up at Estie with a puzzled look. “What is ‘ward?” 

“C'est quand vous avez fait quelque chose de vraiment, vraiment bien et que vous en obtenez quelque chose de bon,” It’s when you do something really really good that you get something good out of it. Esteban explained to Ditty with a grin. 

“Like you eating your veggies,” Estie continued. “What does Mummy give you?”

“Pain au choc’lat?” 

“Oui, mon bebe,” Estie nodded. “Except Papa’s getting something else. Not pain au chocolat!” 

Apparently, it was going to be a struggle— getting Ditty to socialize with everyone around them. It took Albie a while to unattach the toddler in her arms. 

Only for the girl to cling to Esteban as she hid her face away from the press and other people. She kept her hands wrapped around Estie’s neck as her blonde hair appeared in the pictures, journalists and photographers asking Estie and Albie to pose for the cameras. They didn’t relent, allowing Ditty to hide her little cherub face away for a brief moment as the couple waved and smiled. 

Albie, realizing that she had the little mouse plush on her hand (one that Ditty called ‘Cheese’), put a hand on her daughter’s shoulder gently and caught the toddler’s attention. “Want your friend Cheese, Dit?” 

Ditty lifted her face off her dad’s shoulder for a brief moment and nodded, “Mewci, Mummy,” before hiding away again. 

Estie and Albie exchanged looks and chuckled, amused at their daughter’s demeanour. 

“Ditty, bebe,” Estie told the girl, “Cheese wants to say hi to everyone. You want to wave too?” 

“Oh, I want to say hi, indeed, Papa!” Albie mimicked a different voice, as if she was pretending to be Cheese. “Pouvons-nous dire bonjour ensemble, Ditty?” Can we please say hi together, Ditty?

“See? He wants to wave— show him, like this—“ Estie smiled at the cameras and waved. Albie followed along, cameras flashing as they smiled. 

Slowly but surely, Ditty’s hand began to wave. She hadn’t realized that Cheese was on her hand, but she was doing what her Mummy and Papa were doing. That was enough for her. 

And when they reached the F1 host for the red carpet, Ditty went back to hiding. This time, she clutched Cheese in her hand as Esteban got interviewed by Lissie Mackintosh. 

“This is actually amazing— seeing you in P3 in the championship’s. I’m quite happy to see you become successful this season,” Lissie complimented Esteban. “Are you looking forward to the next one? Do you know what your next steps are?”

“I— I’m actually really excited for the next season,” Esteban grinned, not even aware that he’s carrying her daughter in his arms as he continued to answer. “With how things went with the car and successful communication between my team and I, I thought that it gave me more confidence to move on with the next season. And even if there will be a struggle, I know that we’ll be able to sort it out.”

“I like that,” Lissie nodded before she noticed the girl hiding away in Esteban’s arms. The host continued to ask regardless, “But for now you’re just here to celebrate your successes and you’ll be getting your prize for the P3. And I can tell that you’re here with your family too! How amazing is that!” 

“—Mrs. Albertine Ocon, it’s very nice to see you,” Lissie continued as the royal princess smiled and greeted back. “It’s been quite a handful this season, huh? I’m very glad to see you back in the Formula One celebrations and events— we’ve missed your presence in the paddock.”

“Ah yes,” the British princess chuckled, “just because I was gone for a while it didn’t mean I wasn’t doing anything.” 

“We all know that,” Lissie rolled her eyes playfully. “You probably had been working harder than your husband in here!”

“Hey!” Esteban laughed alongside the two women before he nodded in agreement, “Well, I can’t really deny that! This little darling right here was a hard work made by Albie and me but… Albie’s done more to help her grow, you know?”

Speaking of the devil…

Ditty Ocon finally grew tired of hiding away as she lifted her head and looked in front of her, cowering under the watchful eyes and camera pointed at her and her family before she hid again.

Esteban chuckled and reassured, “No, no, it’s okay, bebe! Just wave! Like we did!” 

Ditty, feeling a bit hesitant, waved lightly and continued to clutch Cheese the mouse in her hand.

“You look absolutely beautiful!” Lissie complimented the girl with a grin, trying to be as chill to allow the girl to grow comfortable with her. “Can you tell us what your name is?” 

Ditty looked at her parents as she hid her face from everyone, earning soft chuckles and a series of ‘awww’ from her surroundings.

Everyone already knew that she was Princess Diana in the making with the shyness that she showed everyone. 

But Esteban and Albertine Ocon weren’t about to let her meekness get in the way of her opportunity to be friendly to others. 

Esteban started, “It’s okay if you want to speak French, mon ange.”

He looked back at Lissie, “She prefers talking to people in French first before English.”

“Ah,” Lissie nodded.

“It’s okay, darling,” Albie cooed quietly, tucking the girl’s hair behind her ears as the princess continued, “they're nice people. We talk to them.” 

“Can you say… ‘je’…” Esteban instructed his daughter.

Ditty, with all her capabilities at the moment, had mumbled to the microphone, “Je…”

“Suis…” 

“Su’…”

“…Ditty.”

“…D—tty,” the girl mumbled with lack of confidence.

“Je suis Ditty!” Esteban repeated with a grin, his smile infecting the girl as she enthusiastically repeated this time with, “Je suis Di-tty!” I am Ditty! 

Rounds of applause were heard and given as they applauded the girl’s words. Estie and Albie both grinned as they praised Ditty.

“Good job, my girl!” Albie exclaimed with a wide, supportive smile. 

“Très bon, bébé!” Very good, baby! Estie hyped up Ditty as he clapped his hands. 

Ditty looked around her and grinned, her little hands now clapping as she clapped for herself.

Yeah… she could get used to this. Maybe her meekness will grow and she’ll become a confident girl like her mother and grandmother were.

All she needed was to be provided with endless support. This was what Esteban and Albertine Ocon were here for.

[bones4thecats]

Theme Songs: Disney's TWST

This features every single Twisted Wonderland main character, there are no extra characters (Baul Sebek, Cheka Kingscholar, Rollo Flamm, Fellow Honest, Neige LeBlanche, Che'nya, Teachers, etc.) I'll be continuing this with the other fandoms I have. Some may take up more than one list though (*cough* Record of Ragnarok *cough*). I'll link the other lists below as I make them! Enjoy!!

❤️ Riddle Rosehearts, Housewarden of Heartslabyul »»-----► Queen of Hearts by Starla Edney 🧁 Trey Clover, Vice-Housewarden of Heartslabyul »»-----► Sugar by Maroon 5 💎 Cater Diamond, Third-Year of Heartslabyul »»-----► Diamonds by Rihanna ♠️ Deuce Spade, First-Year of Heartslabyul »»-----► Sorry by Halsey 🪅 Ace Trappola, First-Year of Heartslabyul »»-----► Troublemaker by Olly Murs (Ft. Flo Rida)

🦁 Leona Kingscholar, Housewarden of Savanaclaw »»-----► Feel Invincible by Skillet 🍩 Ruggie Bucchi, 'Vice-Housewarden' of Savanaclaw »»-----► Not Afraid by Eminem 🐺 Jack Howl, First-Year of Savanaclaw »»-----► Stronger (What Doesn't Kill You) by Kelly Clarkson

🐙 Azul Ashengrotto, Housewarden of Octavinelle »»-----► Who's Laughing Now by Ava Max 🍄 Jade Leech, Vice-Housewarden of Octavinelle »»-----► Smooth Operator by Sade 🎭 Floyd Leech, Second-Year of Octavinelle »»-----► Can't Stop the Feeling by Justin Timberlake

☀️ Kalim Al-Asim, Housewarden of Scarabia »»-----► I Got You by Bebe Rexha 🐍 Jamil Viper, Vice-Housewarden of Scarabia »»-----► Lies by Will Jay

👑 Vil Schoenheit, Housewarden of Pomefiore »»-----► Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Ray 🏹 Rook Hunt, Vice-Housewarden of Pomefiore »»-----► Every Breath You Take (Cover) by Chase Holfelder 🍎 Epel Felmier, First-Year of Pomefiore »»-----► Bragger by Kelsea Ballerini

🎮 Idia Shroud, Housewarden of Ignihyde »»-----► I Like It Loud by Cash Cash 🤖 Ortho Shroud, Deadly-Sweet Boy of Night Raven College »»-----► Flashlight (Sweet Life Mix) by Haliee Steinfeld

🐉 Malleus Draconia, Housewarden of Diasomnia »»-----► A Thousand Miles (Cover) by Jonah Baker 🦇 Lilia Vanrouge, Vice-Housewarden of Diasomnia »»-----► Appreciated by Rixton ⚔️ Silver Vanrouge, Second-Year of Diasomnia »»-----► We Are (Ice Age 4) by Keke Palmer (Ft. Ice Age 4 Cast) ⚡ Sebek Zigvolt, First-Year of Diasomnia »»-----► Warriors by Imagine Dragons

❤️‍🩹 Yuu Sei, Magicless Prefect of Ramshackle »»-----► Lean On by Dj Snake (Ft. Major Lazer and MØ) 😼 Grim, Reckless-Tuna-Loving Kitten-Cat »»-----► Cats by The Living Tombstone

MY PERSONAL FAV FOR Y'ALL

🫵 The Reader (aka Y'all), of like every fic I've written »»-----► La Vida Es Una (Puss in Boots: The Last Wish) by Karol G (spoilers for the movie if you haven't seen it) 🫧 Bones4thecats (aka me), the writer of y'alls pleasure!! »»-----► Chain My Heart by Bebe Rexha (Ft. Topic)

Hope Y'all Liked My Take On Their Theme Songs! Have Great Rest of Your Days/Nights!!! Love You Guys <3

Other Theme Song Lists <3

Twisted Wonderland -> Staff, RSA, Side Characters

[imninahchan]

𓂃 ഒ ָ࣪ ⌜ 𝓐𝓷𝔂𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓸𝓻-𝓙𝓸𝔂 + 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼 ⌝ ⸙. ↷

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ↳ sfw + nsfw.

.﹙ ʚɞ ﹚ vocês se conhecem através de amigos em comum. Sabe aquele seu amigo mais energia duvidosa que a sua mãe provavelmente não iria querer te ver andando com? Pois é, você nunca será tão agradecida por uma mal companhia como dessa vez;

.﹙ ʚɞ ﹚ foi esse seu amigo que resolveu trazer mais uns amiguinhos dele pro rolê, e um deles era ANYA, com seus cabelos descoloridos e compridos, seu sorriso largo e o cigarro entre os dedos finos;

.﹙ ʚɞ ﹚ você se apaixona de primeira, não é? É até impossível não se apaixonar. Ela se envolve bem com a galera, conta algumas piadinhas, e quando descobre que você é brasileira, começa a mandar frases e mais frases em espanhol em cochichos ao pé do seu ouvido como se fosse uma língua secreta para fofocarem em aos outros gringos. Você responde em português, ou arrisca um portunhol, que somado com a bebida alcóolica corroendo os nervos, resulta em mais risadinhas do que raciocínio lógico de verdade;

.﹙ ʚɞ ﹚ depois dessa noite, você é surpreendida quando ela começa a te seguir nas redes sociais, e manda um oi tímido por mensagem. ANYA é aquele tipo de amor que você perde tempo demais com medo de se declarar, num limbo chamado amizade, até que alguém tenha coragem de se pronunciar. E se você for covarde demais, não se preocupe, pra sua sorte, ela vai tomando medidas mais decisivas na relação, feito te levar pra casa da família, ser vocal sobre ciúmes, até te apresentar casual como minha namorada pro círculo social.

.﹙ ʚɞ se envolver romanticamente com ela significa ﹚

dates bem indie, bem alternas;

ganhar polaroids dela pra você colocar na carteira ou usar de marcador;

ir em lojas de disco, aí ela acha algo de mpb e te chama na hora, com um sorrisão;

colecionar anéis vintage, dividindo os acessórios entre si;

combinar looks;

fantasia de halloween combinandinhas também, mas a cada ano algo mais macabro que o outro;

(já viram as fts do casamento dela???)

ela aprende português muuito rápido, chama a sua mãe de mãe também, e com o sotaque mais parecido com o seu se refere a você como meu amor;

é tanta sincronia que vocês fazem pausinha pro cigarro na mesma hora;

uma das primeiras viagens que vocês fazem juntas é pra Buenos Aires, e ela te mostra todos os lugares que ela lembra de ter conhecido na infância;

época de jogo brasil x argentina é sinônimo dela fazer piadinhas contigo e quase ser expulsa dos barzinhos br quando aparece com a camisa do messi;

aquele cabelão de fada é sagrado, todo mundo sabe. Mas você pode pentear, trançar...

.﹙ ʚɞ se envolver intimamente com ela significa ﹚

você é a parte dominante;

ela é mais um lado bratzinha, que gosta de questionar sua autoridade na cama, mas não abriria mão de te obedecer no final;

lembra do cabelão de fada? Pois é, além de penteados, pode torcer entre os dedos e puxar à vontade;

gosta de te provocar em público, de sussurros ao pé do ouvido dizendo besteira, principalmente quando bebe;

fotinhas de polaroid de vocês duas nuas;

além do ladinho exibicionista, ANYA também é uma grande entusiasta de tudo que parece bem dark romance. Tipo wax play, com velas coloridas, o ambiente todo iluminado pelas chamas, a cera derretendo e pingando na pele;

uma gavetinha do guarda-roupa exclusiva só pra brinquedinhos sexuais. Cores, tamanhos, materiais, vendas, amarras;

mas, às vezes, estão cansadas ou manhosas demais pra brincar de bdsm e prefere algo bem simples e lentinho mesmo.