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Ok idea. Lily and James are going to see âride the cycloneâ because Sirius was cast as Mischa, and Remus was cast as Ricky. What they donât know is that Severus was cast as Noel. Now James has to deal with bi panic, and Lily (depends on if read as Jeverus or Doechaser) is pleasantly surprised to just as randy. NB Lily too. Had to jot this down. Idk if anything will come out of this sooooâŠ. Free use
#jeverus#Doechaser#Lily x James x Snape#ride the cyclone#god I love that musical đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°#noel gruber#is my fave
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YALL yall I need you to know the context for the bow competition. LIKE
Okay so the bow in question was Hercule's teacher's bow. (Not sure how odysseus got it. I think it was a gift but đ€·) and the draw back strength was some absurd amount that only demi gods and immortals could achieve (odysseus literally is just that mortal who's built different). (I'm not going to go back and check sources so take this with a grain of salt.) It was something like 500 lbs.
And that's on top of this style of bow being so stupidly hard to string. If you don't do it in the exact right way it will spring back and back you in the face. And this is for a 30lbs of draw back bow. Your stances has to be exactly right. Your hands just so. It's so hard. I cannot imagine what it would have taken to string a 500lb bow. Olympic archers today shoot at a 33 lbs.
AND the challenge itself, the shoot through 12 axes thing? Yah that was odysseus's signature party trick. He did that at every single festival and gathering. During the war he regularly stole every archers bow and did this shit. It was /his/ move.
#Epic the musical#Odysseus#Shoot through 12 axes challenge#Yall I need everybody to appreciate just how extremely badass and petty this challenge was#And how badass it was that odysseus could still string it#I have so many thoughts and feelings about archery#Thank you for all those years that I taught it#Love love love archery#And just to be clear odysseus does not count as a demi god#Divinity doesn't extend past one generation#Penelope recognizing that odysseus is back: I'm about to set up your favorite party trick can't wait to see you tonight đ„°đđ€©đ#Odypen being đ„° đ€ rat bastard's in love#Archery
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dude i fucking love beyblade
#there is not a second that jaxon is on screen where i'm not like What's going on in his head#only emphasized by the mask of course. i absolutely love it#the fake outs don't Always get me but blaze was doing his whole villain speech and it kept going back to jaxon's emotionless mask#and i was like damn!!!! what is he thinking!!!!! what goes on!!!!!!!! and then he starts snoring#and then after he wakes up he's still just. effortlessly confident. or not even he's just like in a constant Reality of I'm gonna win#AND THEN HE LOSES!!!!!!!! definitely saw that coming but i'm still so excited to see his reaction#also god DAMN the music in this is so good. i love jaxon's leitmotif it#....... reminds me of.................. someone......................... two someones...............................#it's really good though seriously. aaaauuyyuhhhh i love beyblade i'm so glad this series is good#this was episode 24 and feels very. finale-y. or like two parter finale-y yknow#pretty sure this'll be 25 episodes. placing my bets now#but! i did accidentally get spoiled that there's a season two coming! so that's cool ^_^#as much as i enjoy watching beyblade on yewchewb like this it does mean i am like literally a year behind everyone else LMAO đ#i keep getting recommended one of my follower's blogs that has spoilers and i wanna be able to look for fanart đ but i stay patience fan.#i looooooove beybladeeeeee đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°#beyblade
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During the 2020 shut-in era, I basically only listened to Coldplay and god the amnt of emotional nostalgia I get from listening to their music is so
#the first 3 albums only btw đ„°đ„°#theres some songs i rly like from their other albums#but nothing has the gut punch of their first 3 for me#and i listened to them a lot while developing my main oc ship#so listening to these im like SOB SOB ECLIPOIR SOB SOB SOB#i even drew art of them w the lyrics....#but now these songs are my go-to ship coded songs#so ofc listening to them now my brain is subconsciously trying to apply them to vettonso....#tho something i think is very funny is how this music is pretty basic right? not a bad thing!!! but like very well known normal music#but of course when i listen to it im making these over dramatic animatics in my head to them#and once i looked at the lyrics explanation for a song cause i was curious#and the reasoning was something super boring related to chris martin's marriage and it ruined the song for a bit LMFAO#i cant be thinking abt them in that context okay đđ theyre the songs thsy form the tapestry for basically every ship i have#blah blah blah typical catie moment of 'i dont listen to these songs in the NORMAL way' calm down...#anyways getting emo as always over this music sob sob sob#I just love that music can instantly transport you back to a specific time in your life or a specific thing#i think I also was into rainbow six when i listened to this music mainly đđ so now ofc theyre popping into my head#also my god: Spies would be such a good Bond song and i refuse to believe they didnt write it w that in mind ;;;;;#maybe i should put more thought into what songs of theirs i could apply to vettonso...#i really need to make a playlist for them sometime :D#catie.rambling.txt
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31 days music challenge - Day 13 Favorite guitar part:
Ok I love this song and everything going on. Oh my gosh. I had to use specifically this live version because of what's happening between 2:38ish - the end though. Like can I just listen to that on loop for 3 hours??? PLS????? LOOK AT HIM GOOOO đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°
I like this version too:
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(song at about 27 min & my part around 29:48) But! It's just not quite the same as the first one.
And if you read this far do me a favor and watch the beginning of this:
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No I don't care if you've seen it before, watch it again đ
Also.. I've been making a point to only use heartbreakers albums / songs but just this one time I'm gonna mention runnin' down a dream. Because I'm pretty sure that's the guitar solo that got me. And if I have a favorite it's probably that one?? (and the heartbreakers have played it live many times so they're still included yay!). Anyway. Can I have my heart back yet đ it's been stolen for a while now.
I truly do not understand how little appreciation Mike gets. I will never understand it. So... I guess I'm going to continue being annoying with all this love I have đ just doing my job
#31 days music challenge - âštpathâš#these are very much CURRENT favorites btw this post could have gone a thousand different ways#especially when there's like. the entirety of mojo like oh my god?? and so so much more#anyway#THAT'S MY BOY AND I LOVE HIM DEARLY đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°
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Producer Mingi: this is so cool and fun! I love music so much and I'm so lucky I get to do this for a living! Atiny are going to love this! â€
Producer Hongjoong: day 15 of no human contact, I've knocked back 12 energy drinks in the past 3 hours, I can see noises and hear colors, the last time I slept was 3 days ago and only because I passed out, the best 8 minutes of my life, Atiny are going to love this but still look at other oppasđ
But also
Hongjoong on live: đđđ hello my beloved Atiny, how are you? I love you! â€đđ„°
Mingi on live: *dying animal noises* the economy is in shambles and we're all doomed. i am sentient but at what cost. tiramisĂč cake save me đ¶
Gods, I love these two
@thirstkanaphan post inspired by your pics of Producer Hongjoong, particularly the one in the striped shirt where he looks like he's regretting all his life choices
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My aunt was so annoying asking my parents to go to THEIR house this weekend that they really decided to go and leave me alone here đ
#they told her weâll see and she still asked every 5 minutes đ#i have the babies with me but Pups is so sad heâs gonna stare at the back window all day hoping they come back đ#i wish they could go only one day not a whole weekend so I can go too đ#but I canât cause thereâs only one spare bedroom and I canât sleep on anything thatâs not a bed#i wish I could but I canât#my parents actually donât care and they would sleep on anything#but my aunt is the type to wake up at 6am and not care if someone is sleeping and be loud#my dad can only sleep on sundays most of the time iâm not making him go through that đ„Č#bfksbdjd#anyway my aunts annoy me so much so iâm 50/50 sad#itâs just really fun to go to the country side and read all day I love it#at least ! itâs raining and really cold outside since yesterday so Iâm not suffering having no air conditioner i opened the windows đ„°#and while I was in the shower my neighbours were listening to music really loudly again but not anymore or at least I canât hear it anymore#thank god#alex.txt
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ok OTHER than Time what is your favorite 80s ELO album and why
oh ! well hm iâm not sure if Xanadu counts since while the music was done by ELO, i donât know if i consider it like an ELO album the same way as i would consider their mainline albums as ELO Albums, right, but barring that, i would say Xanadu! but i also really love Secret Messages a LOT. i used to have the tracklist memorized to the point where if i heard one song come on randomly, especially out of the first five or six tracks, i would practically hear the next track as it fades out đ something that also happens with Time and even some non-ELO albums that i just obsessively listen to!
#to be honest though i think the 70s albums have more of my favorites!#eldorado is my second favorite to time#and discovery after that#but out of the blue and all across the universe are such classics i love all those songs#AND i really love no answer for how weird some of those songs are LOL#mr. radio is like a quiet obsession for me#GOD and ive been listening to fire on high from face the music a lot#face the music is ANOTHER one i used to obsessively listen to over and over#sadly though i cant listen to waterfall much anymore :( i made myself too sad about it in high school#one dayâŠ.. iâll return to you waterfall#elo#anonymous#redwoods words#thank you so much for asking!! đ„°
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move on || cl16
summary: after breaking up with her bf lando, singer-songwriter, y/n reconnects with an old friend, charles
pairing: charles leclerc x singer!childhoodbff!reader x ex!lando norris
fc & warnings: olivia rodrigo & bad breakup/implied cheating, some hate comments, poorly translated french and lando doesnât look great here
requested: yes!!! thank you bb
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tatemcrae: babeâŠâŠâŠâŠ..
ynuser: i know đ
yourbff: what happened to âheâs blocked.â
ynuser: so about that
yourbff: y/n/n donât play with me right now
ynuser: i know i know i should have blocked him but i didnt and here we are
yourbff: please tell me you didnât respond
ynuser: no!!! i did not!!!! but i might!!!!
yourbff: i swear to god if you text his ass
sabrinacarpenter: oh thatâs notâŠâŠ.
ynuser: itâs tough to watch frankly
flavy.barla: not him crawling back on his hands and knees⊠have some shame
ynuser: he doesnât have any đ„°
charlesleclerc: mon ami⊠what happened?
ynuser: itâs a long story đ
sorry for outing your coworker i didnât realize you were on my private story
charlesleclerc: donât apologize. wanna tell me the story over dinner tonight if youâre back in monaco?
ynuser: actuallyâŠ. iâd love that
iamrebeccad: your reaction pic got me cracking up but also⊠are you ok?
ynuser: iâm laughing through the pain!! i will be ok though
iamrebeccad: iâm always here for you sweetheart đ€
ynuser: thank you rebe
yourfriend1: clown behavior
ynuser: exactly
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f1gossip: after rumors circulating that lando norris and y/n y/l/n have split after 2 years of dating - y/n has been seen out at dinner in monaco with charles leclerc. we know the two have been friends over the years even before her relationship with lando. could this be the start of something for the singer and our very own monegasque?
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user1: wait ynlando broke up??
user8: y/n deleted all her photos with lando and her best friend posted a story which was a picture of y/n and her at the club and with a caption that said âhis loss đâ so weâre all thinking that they broke up
user1: omg no way?! i wonder what happened
user8: rumors are that he was seen with another mystery girl while he was dating y/n
user1: W H A T!!! men ainât shit huh đ
user33: oh so sheâs homie hopping
user3: girl shut up
user2: noooooooooooooooo
user5: y/n baby i love you but why him
user3: guys charles and y/n have been friends since they were kids please stop
user16: we will not forget the lore!!!! y/n and charles have been friends since they were little!!! she was there in his karting days and is arthurâs best friend too!!!
user4: f1 drivers gotta stop going after each others exes im sick of this
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ynuser: successfully touched some grass and got a grip this past week! thankful for the girls trip w yourbff & iamrebeccad đ€ p.s new music coming soon me thinks đ
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user1: touching grass and trying to get a grip oh boy what did that man put you through
yourbff: anything for you the love of my life
ynuser: then please come back to monaco bc i miss you already
yourbff: lemme call my boss brb
user44: new music you say?! best news ever
iamrebeccad: itâs always a treat getting to see you gorgeous đ€
ynuser: likewise rebe!!! idk what iâd do without you đ
iamrebeccad: good thing youâll never have to know. itâs you and me forever babes đ€
user16: this friendship means so much to me
isackhadjar: where was my invite to the girlies weekend?
ynuser: lost in the post i presume
isackhadjar: i get it! you hate me!
ynuser: i do NOT
isackhadjar: say that to my unanswered text messages
ynuser: isack đđđđ
isackhadjar: đ public shaming gets her to respond to texts
user5: oh a break up album??? this is gonna be fire
charlesleclerc: that grass is real lucky
ynuser: đ€
user16: charles this was a pitiful attempt at flirting
f1gossip: đ
mclarenf1: we miss you [this comment has been deleted by mclarenf1]
user66: YIKES y/n even got mclaren in the divorce đđ
user1: we saw that mclarenf1
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user1: oh you busy in that studio
yourbff: no donât stop youâre too sexy xx
ynuser: aha xx
user43: i love how you just donât gaf anymore and be posting anything
charlesleclerc: pretty đ
ynuser: thanks charlie
charlesleclerc: of course y/n/n đ€
charlesleclerc: dinner tonight? i can pick you up at 7
ynuser: sounds good to me
user99: lemme treat you right baby girl
lando: writing about me i guess
iamrebeccad: cutie pieeeee
ynuser: no thatâs you!!!!
user20: i canât wait for when this music drops y/n
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user16: iâm sorry thereâs too much to unpack here. what do you mean youâre at the monaco gp and wearing red and posting charles
mclarenf1: glad youâre back but the no papaya hurts đ
ynuser: i know admin it felt weird putting on red today but just know ill always love you no matter what đ
mclarenf1: right back at you my friend đ€
user12: me and my yncharles agenda looking real good rn. ik yall ainât even been seen together but idc yncharles is real
francisca.cgomes: eeeeeeekkkkkk my favorite girly is BACK!!!!!
ynuser: i am đ
francisca.cgomes: petition for me, you, rebe and flavy to get drinks tonight?
ynuser: say less i would love to!!
francisca.cgomes: thank god bc i need you to explain to me whatâs going on here
user99: what will it take to get you away from those car men fr i donât get it girl đ
yourbff: does this mean what i think it means?
ynuser: it does
yourbff: so youâre like legit seeing my arch nemesis?
ynuser: ashdjgkg he stole your pen in PRIMARY SCHOOL
yourbff: AND IT WAS MY FAVORITE PEN
ynuser: hes apologized!!!!! i literally sent you a video of him apologizing last week
yourbff: yeah but it didnât feel genuine
ynuser: unbelievable
user33: moved on real quick huh
charlesleclerc: thank you for being here đ€ i know it must not be easy being back in the paddock
ynuser: this race is important to you which means itâs important to me đ
charlesleclerc: how did i get so lucky đ„č
ynuser: persistence and aura! i still canât believe all these years i completely missed the signs
charlesleclerc: to be fair i wasnât as explicit as i couldâve been
ynuser: even tho i wish you had actually kissed me on that trip in mallorca back when we were 18âŠ.. i think we found each other at the right time đ€
charlesleclerc: agreed đ
isackhadjar: Qu'est-il arrivĂ© Ă âplus de pilotes de Formule 1â? [what happened to âno more formula 1 driversâ?]
ynuser: ce n'Ă©tait pas intentionnel [it wasnât on purpose]
isackhadjar: menteuse! [liar]
ynuser: non! tais-toi et viens me retrouver dans le paddock! J'attends littéralement devant la porte de vcarb. je vais t'expliquer. [no! shut up and come find me in the paddock!! i'm literally waiting outside vcarb's door. i will explain]
isackhadjar: blah blah blah blah blah
ynuser: i can see you staring at me through the window
isackhadjar: yeah iâm pointing and laughing
isackhadjar: WAIT NON COME BACK
user22: so what iâm hearing is this album is gonna be a breakup mixed with love songs album??? đ€
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f1gossip: the long awaited second studio album from y/n y/l/n just dropped and itâs safe to say⊠she did not hold back. the majority of the album is full of gut-wrenching breakup anthems (looking at you, lando đ). tracks like love is embarrassing and stranger are especially telling â weâve included some lyric snippets for you to read yourself. but the real kicker? the final track is the only love song on the album, and y/n revealed in an interview this morning that it was a âlast-minute additionâ she âonly just recordedâ⊠safe to say all signs point to charles leclerc. what are your thoughts? are we witnessing a soft launch in song form??
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user16: wow she ratioed lando... "you're just some guy" YIKES
user4: lando hiding in the likes of this post.... hes gotta be so embarrassed why is he here
user12: IM GONNA MARRY HIM?!?!?!? YES Y/N BECOME A LECLERC
user66: YNCHARLES TRUTHERS RISE UP [liked by yourbff]
user66: yourbff i see you
user18: if i was lando id go into hiding this is brutal
user2: its not all completely terrible!! she does say she'll always love him and that he really helped shape her into who she is today
user18: true and she did seem to say they weren't meant for each other but its still a tough listen as a member of ln4 nation
user17: he lost a baddie and now has to watch his coworker be happy with her.. i actually kinda feel bad
user99: why is no one talking about how this is y/n's first and only love song ever
user4: WAIT you're right omg this is huge
user1: i love when singers put all their drama into their songs
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ynuser: the muse for my one and only love song â€ïžâđ„
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user12: iâve won! cut the tapes !
yourbff: whoâs the hottie in the red?
ynuser: charles leclerc, scuderia ferrari driver đ
yourbff: yeah no iâm talking abt the girl in the dress not that man
charlesleclerc: what more do i have to do yourbff
yourbff: charlesleclerc buy me a yacht?
charlesleclerc: fine
ynuser: NO
user1: her dropping the album and then showing up in the paddock on charles arm 2 days later dressed in all red might be the most iconic thing iâve ever seen
iamrebeccad: the love you deserve đ
ynuser: đâ€ïžâđ„ im gonna cry rebe
user3: she said - lemme clear it up for yall
charlesleclerc: je suis honorĂ© đ je t'aime pour toujours et hĂ©... peut-ĂȘtre que je veux t'Ă©pouser aussi [i'm honored. i love you forever and hey... maybe i want to marry you too]
ynuser: i love you so much charlie đ
charlesleclerc: â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
lando: happy for you
isackhadjar: now isnât the time mate
ynuser: thanks lando (and isackhadjar xoxox)
user44: awkward omg
isackhadjar: đâ€ïžâđ„đ„°đ€Żđźđ«šđźâđšđđ
ynuser: đđ€đ€ŻđźâđšâšđŻ
user4: OH GOD I THINK IM GONNA MARRY HIM đ¶ (girl i hope you do)
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a/n: thank you for reading!! likes and reblogs appreciated. i loved this one sm and hope you did too đ€
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Water
Pairing: George Russell x Reader
Warnings: Cursing
Authors Note: a George win fic ur welcome
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user1 oh my god she's so stunning I can't
user2 pretty pretty girl
user3 loml
user4 ahhh I love her
user5 my fav đ©”
sabrinacarpenter I'm in love with you
yn đ
user6 she's so beautiful I can not
user7 đ€©
user8 lmao George Russell in the likes đ like me too king â
user9 he's so real
user10 new music when
user11 MAKE ME SWEATTT
user12 MAKE ME HOTTERRRR
user13 prettyyyyy
user14 I think I love her
user15 lmao George Russells shooting for the stars here
tommyhilfiger â€ïžđ
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user16 queen sh*t
user17 woman đ€©
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user18 I đ love đ her đ
user19 that color is so pretty on her
user20 đżđŠđżđŠđżđŠ
user21 love of my life
user22 my wife and bae frfr
user24 summer vibessssđ
user25 GAH DAYUM
user26 LMAO not Lewis also in the likes đ
user27 lol George recruited him
user28 THEY NEVER HAD A PRETTY GIRL FROM JOBURG
sabrinacarpenter the prettiest đ€©
yn no u
user29 GIRL I LOVE YOU
lewishamilton đ
yn đ
user30 girl wtf is Lewis doing
user31 RIGHT like what đ
user32 pretty pretty đ
user33 I know George is absolutely fuming over the Lewis yn notice
user34 he's singing that should be me right now
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now girl who tf is that
user35
NOT A MAN
PLEASE
user36
Girl⊠George Russell or nothing
user37
No one tell George
user38
Not my wife having a secret boyfriend???
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user39 WHO TF IS THAT
user40 nah girl ur not slick
user41 she knows we can see him too right?
user42 JUMP SCARE
user43 not a manâŠđ
user44 can we talk about how pretty she is
user45 yeah, right? Every ones talking about the second slide but she looks so so good đ
user46 đ
user47 if that's anyone but George Russell I'm gonna end it all
user48 girl that is not him
user47 and how tf do you know that
user49 wait who's that
user47 an f1 driver who's been in her likes for a while
user49 he's just been in her likes??? Girl that is not him đđ
user47 a girl can dream đ
user50 so pretty đ
user51 George Russell is screaming somewhere
user52 why are yall talking about a man who was just in her likes a lot??? If she was rumoured to be daring every man who likes all her posts sheâd be dating like 200 guys đ
user53 my favorite girl
sabrinacarpenter soft-launching our relationship??? đ€
yn ofc bbg đ«¶
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user54 GEORGE NO
user55 lmao, man saw yn got a man so he decided it was time to move on
user56 gotta respect it
user57 who is she đ„Č
user58 HEY KING
user59 lock in Russell, you're on my fantasy f1 team this weekend
user60 its not a George Russell post if he's not shirtless
user61 đđđ
user62 he looks rly good
user63 and who the hell is that
user64 not my husband finding a gf, rude đâ
user65 YN QUEEN DONT LOOK
user66 lmao she liked. I think she's happy her post didn't kill him
user67 why does no one think that that might litteraly by yn in the post
user66 cuz⊠that's unrealistic
user67 girl why???
user66 they would 100% not vibe, that man says things like âholy moly!â unironically and she wrote âwaterâ they are not the same đđ
user68 just glad he's happy đđ€
user69 pls win this weekend George I love you so much and you're the only thing keeping my Mercedes fan mind together
user70 king George lol
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QUEEN ARE YOU AT THE AUSTRIA GP???
user72
A Mercedes girl, so real
user73
Lmao George is gonna explode
user74
I need you and Lewis in a room together
My two favs đ„°
TWITTER
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user75
BOYFRIEND SPOTTED
user76
Hey queenâŠ
Pls don't let lando winâŠđ
I'll give you my first-born đâ
user77
Don't let the sprint race fool you Bbg
We can win trust me
This isn't who they are
We are so fast
Don't let this represent Mercedes in your mind
user78
Don't let qualifying fool you queen
we are not fast
Do not keep your hopes up
We are going to crash and burn
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yn Geo!!! Im so so so proud of you, my love! I'm so grateful that I got to be there for your first win and just as thankful to see the second one. I see the work and the effort you put in week in and week out and I can not think of a person who deserves this more than you. You're so wonderful and perfect and there's no one I'd rather have spent the past two years with. One of the best experiences I've ever had was seeing the love of my life on the top step of the podium and I pray ill get to see it a lot more because I'll be by your side for every single one. I love you, congratulations baby â€ïž
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user86 wait I love them
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Sebcedes fmv to Twilight by BĂŽa. It only exists in my head unfortunately
#EVERY TIME I LISTEN TO THAT DAMN SONG#i am just struck by 'huh wow this reminds me of sebcedes'#never do i not think this. it just pops into my head unbidden#the issue w daydreaming to music is that i could never make an edit bcs i just imagine a whole cinematic journey#bur god the lyrics. suits them. so well. heres a few examples đ„°#also ig the song would be from nico's perspective singing abt Lewis and 'her' is Seb obv#'you feel the same way about her that i do for you. about her'#'and you're feeling. and you're hungry for her. and i dont understand it.'#'your feelings and mine are all lonely. and dawn comes. you're lying there with me +#and you reach out to touch me. but i am in the twilight.'#'and you know i love you but you know that. theres nothing you can do about it. because you love her and still want me'#'if i could be her. but I'm not her and she's not me +'#'+ and you're somewhere different. on a different planet.'#'and you're still hungry for her. and you still want her loving. but she doesn't love you.'#LIKE GOD . ITS SO THEM ;;;;;;;#its so 2015-2016 core with them together constantly#and lewis starting to move to seb and ignoring nico#and nico is in the 'twilight' he cant be reached#but god the 'you love her but you still want me' đ« đ« đ« #and the thing abt lewis being on a 'different planet' soooooo just. yeah.#and the line abt 'if i could be her. but im not her and shes not me' THE TWINCEST!!!!!!!!!!! THEYRE SIMILAR BUT NOT#am i making sense???? i hope so!!!! this brainrots me so much#catie.rambling.txt
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lover - oscar piastri
summary: y/n is a songwriter who writes plenty of songs however no one realizes that they're made by her (and about oscar hehe)!
a/n: the outcomes of the races are fictional, and the order in which these songs have been written (assume fearless was written this year ygwim?). also no face claim!!
liked by yukitsunoda, oscarpiastri, and 33, 287 others ynusername romance is not dead if you keep it just yours! lovelovelove being able to come home for race day!! i'm so proud of u osc đ©·
oscarpiastri I'm so lucky đ„° liked by ynusername
user27633 Y/N IS A SWIFTIE CONFIRMED!?!?!
ynusername of course!!
user16372 u literally take the cutest photos of oscar
user82537 y/n quoting paris... i'm so up
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landonorris You're my favourite wag
ynusername wow how considerate
liked by taylorswift, landonorris, and 1, 287, 387 others oscarpiastri Unwinding before Japan đ
ynusername tehee we're cute
oscarpiastri You're cuter landonorris Get a room
taylorswift ooooh she's working hard @ ynusername
user62584 WHAT THE FUCK ARE U DOING HERE???
user98274 OSCAR IS FRIENDS WITH TAYLOR HUH
user61192 i did not expect to see taylor in the comments of oscar's post tagging y/n!
user92898 no fr like what is going on
user93829 Everyone shut up about taylor look at the beauty that is y/n omd
view ynusername's story...
liked by jackantonoff, phoebebridgers, and 55, 918, 278 others taylorswift In honour of my album 'The Tortured Poets Department' release a week ago, I wanted to thank my biggest musical inspirations! Thank you Jack, Lana, and Y/N for helping me the best artist I could possibly be, without you'd guys I'd be nowhere (thank you y/n for writing the cheesiest, cutest, sexiest songs ever)!!
user51862 who is y/n
user01827 She's dating f1 driver oscar piastri but also now apparently a songwriter idk...
user72973 Wdym thanks y/n for writing?? you're telling me the twitter stans were right??
user62863 y/n is singlehandedly uniting f1 and the swifties
ynusername thank u tay đđ
user52868 Girl has been living a double life
user51929 ohhh so this is why taylor was commenting on oscar's postđ
liked by oscarpiastri, taylorswift, and 108, 276 others ynusername well now that the cat is out of the bag, who wants to hear a story? i assume u all said yes.
on one of our first dates, oscar made me a bracelet (yes that one) and i thought (and still think) that it was one of the most romantic gestures. so obviouslyyy i wrote 'lover' about him hehe. yes we only knew each other for at most three months when i wrote it, but i love him so much, he's my forever.
oscarpiastri I love having a singer for a girlfriend (wife one day)
ynusername hello cat boy
user18739 You're telling me that taylor's most romantic song is literally written by my favourite wag about my favourite driver?? i might pass out
ynusername haha yes! i write a lot of songs for tay
landonorris So this song is basically about ur delusions liked by ynusername
user52863 oh now i need to know exactly what songs you've written
user20939 AND PLEASE RECORD COVERS OF THEM TOO
lilymhe wait so you've been friends with taylor the whole time...
lilymhe AND THE SONG THAT I WANT PLAYED AT MY WEDDING IS WRITTEN ABOUT OSCAR?? ynusername oh my god lily HAHA
let me know if you liked this!! i know it's super short but i'm seriously lacking inspo and ideas omd. also i literally love oscar so much.
i'm also working on a few reqs, so if you have a suggestion or request, let me know because i'd love to do it!!
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Hello lovely <3
Can I please request a Joel miller x reader oneshot where the reader had a really bad run in with infected on a patrol and then when Joel comes home to find her all panicked he comforts her, gets her cleaned up and into bed .etc. ??
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contains non-explicit nudity
Pairing Joel Miller x Female Reader
Summary After a brush with death while on patrol, Joel assures you and himself that you're still here as you wind down for the night [outbreak, fluff, 3.3k]
A/N Thank you so much for this amazing request, anon! This is my first fic of 2025, and I appreciate your patience as I took a little break to transition into the new year. Iâve decided to make this fic a part of the From Here on Out universe. I hope you guys enjoy!Â
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Chatter and swells of laughter rest at a minimum amid the Tipsy Bison. Only half the usual Friday night patrons have trickled in so far, peppered around the establishment with drinks in hand. The air is thick with the scent of sharp spirits and stale beer. String lights cast everything in a dim, warm glow.Â
Beneath the clunk of Joelâs booted footsteps, the floor is sticky. A few nods are directed his way as he saunters towards the bar, which he returns with a tip of his cowboy hat. In the ten months since he arrived in Jackson, heâd built up a reputation for himself. One that was revered and feared all the same. Fading into the background wasnât an option anymore.Â
If folks still didnât know his name, they undoubtedly recognized him when he walked into the room. That easy, measured stride. Those brows oftentimes furrowed in thought. Those dark, knowing eyes that were humble enough to know he had a lot more to learn.Â
The older man wiping down the counter tosses the rag over his shoulder as Joel approaches. Old stains are splotched down the front of his white shirt. But heâs happy to see Joel. A quiet, jazzy piano melody flows from the billiard room.Â
âHowdy Clyde,â Joel drawls as he sits. A few barstools down, a pair of friends talk over beer. âYou hiding Duke Ellington back there?âÂ
The man snorts with a shake of his head. âGood olâ Dennis. Does this a few times a year,â he says. âComes in, drinks, plays like itâs paying.âÂ
Joel gazes through the archway to where a couple people shoot pool. Dennis and the piano are just within sight.
âHe ainât too shabby,â Joel says.Â
âNot at all,â Clyde agrees. ââscuse me for a second.âÂ
Joel listens to the piano as Clyde goes to refill beers.Â
He knows youâd appreciate Dennisâ playing. You were drawn to live music like a moth to a flame. Joel realizes then that he misses you. Itâs a peculiar feeling that always seems to compound by the end of the day after being apart. You patrolled together when you could, but heâd been on the roster to volunteer at the community stables today.Â
It was good, honest work. Peaceful too. There was no need to be on guard, and he didnât have to talk to anyone unless someone was particularly keen on striking up a conversation. Being with the animals did a lot more for him than heâd ever expressed out loud.Â
Back in front of Joel, Clyde braces his thick weathered hands on the counter, âSo howâs Alamo? Came bearing good news for me, I hope.â An attentive furrow has formed between his bushy brows.Â
Alamo, Cldyeâs Stallion, was recovering from what the veterinarians diagnosed as a mild case of the flu.Â
âHeâs doing much better,â Joel assures. âGot him to eat and drink more than yesterday. He let me lead him around the corral for a couple laps.âÂ
Clydeâs eyes are grateful. âThank God. I donât know how you do it, man.â Joel smiles at the manâs relief. âWhat can I get you?â He quirks his thumb to the wall of bottles behind himself.Â
Thereâs a decent selection. Moonshine, applejack, meadâwhiskey, which always sounds particularly good these days.Â
Joel purses his lips in brief consideration before saying, âIâm okay tonight. Gotta get home to my lady.âÂ
Clyde hums in understanding. âSmart man,â he says. âIâll catch you later.â
Outside, itâs cold enough for Joel to see the frost of his breath. People bundled in coats, hats, and scarves mill around because, despite the chill, itâs just another evening in Jackson. Snow still covers the ground from last weekâs snowfall, and more is due any day now. The sky is white with promise as the last of the sunâs light lingers near the horizon amid dustings of pink.Â
The community center buzzes with life as he passes by. A few people talk outside, and multiple heads can be seen through the windows. Just as heâs about to avert his gaze and continue on his way, his brother bursts through the doors.Â
Tommy lifts his hand to signal him to wait even though Joel doesnât intend to keep walking away. Relief is etched all across his face.Â
âThere you are,â he claps his gloved hand onto Joelâs shoulder. âYouâre a hard man to find when you wanna be.â The slightly frazzled tone of his voice contrasts the casualness of his words.Â
Worry stirs within Joel as he meets his brotherâs gaze. âHey. What going on?âÂ
Tommy wets his lips as he considers how to phrase the news. âBefore you freak out, everybodyâs alright,â he starts. âJust a bit shaken up.âÂ
Joel swallows the lump in his throat. He already knows itâs about you. He wishes he were wrong, but wishing never changed what his gut already knew was cemented in time.Â
âYour girl and her patrol partner had a run in with some Clickers earlier this evening while they were out,â Tommy continues, and Joelâs jaw tricks. âNo bites, thank God. And they managed to take âem all down.âÂ
An avalanche of guilty, frustrated, and relieved thoughts crash onto Joel all at once. Tommy loosely follows after him as he takes a few composing steps away to run a hand down his beard. Heat has risen in his face to the point where it almost doesnât feel cold anymore. He can hear his heart in his ears.
âWhere is she?â Joel finally asks. It almost sounds like thereâs a small ball of cotton stuck in his throat.Â
âAt your place with Ellie. Her uncle Nate dropped by too,â he says. âShe was askinâ for you, and I told âem you were on the way.â
Itâs days like this that make Joel wish you hadnât rejoined the patrolling rotation. With or without him.Â
Heâs is about to walk away, when Tommy adds, âShe handled herself mighty fine out there. Both of âem did.âÂ
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Death was no stranger to anyone in Jackson, but youâd never stared so directly into the face of a being that embodied such a definite, unyielding sense of finality. Never seen fungal decay so intimately that it made your skin crawl from the inside out.Â
There had been four Clickers earlier that evening. Three taken out by your partner, Langdon, and the final one by you after tumbling to the ground.Â
In your struggle, chunks of snow had crept into your jacket and dusted across your face. The bitter chill hardly registered from the moment your back hit the ground. Neither did the sound of your pistol firing as the hulking, distorted figure begin to crawl overtop of you. All you could hear was the sound of your own heartbeat like a heavy tribal drum in your ears. Endure, survive, endure, survive.Â
Only after Langdon drug you from beneath the limp Clicker, and hauled you to your feet, did you realize you were releasing frantic sob-like whines with every exhale.Â
The entire scene wonât stop playing in your head. Electricity still hums beneath your skin.Â
âJoel should be here soon,â Ellie assures again, in part for herself.Â
He was always better in situations like these. Always knew what to say because heâd lived these same horrors himself, not a handful of times like she had, but countless since 2003. When it came to providing comfort, she always felt as though she was blindly grasping for the next right thing to say or do.Â
But you were grateful to have her here all the same. If nothing else, she knew how to sit and be present. And after being asked to share an account of what happened by countless members of the patrol board, being with her as you wait for Joel is the peace you need.Â
When you notice the worried way sheâs chewing on her lower lip, you reach out for the glass of water sheâd sat on the coffee table for you. You take one shaky sip and realize youâre a lot thirstier than you though you were. You drain it in a few big gulps. Ellie straightens up with a sense of having something right.Â
âIâll go get some more,â she says, taking the cup from you.Â
Creaks arise on the porch soon after she heads to the kitchen. Then comes the faint jingling of keys. Joel pushes through the front door with a concerned furrow between his brows. It smooths when his eyes fall on you sitting in the living room.Â
You look as small as you feel.
Aside from the absence of the sparkle that usually shone in your eyes, you seem as alright as you can be. Which is a much better than the image heâd conjured up in his head, despite Tommy insisting youâd made it back in one piece.Â
âHey,â he greets, carefully, like heâs talking to animal seconds away from curling in on itself. Like thatâs all the bass he can muster into his voice.
âHi,â you murmur, eyes tracking him as he shrugs off his leather jacket and hangs it up. His hair is curled at his ears and a little disheveled when he takes his hat off.Â
The floor creaks under his footsteps as he walks to occupy Ellieâs former place. Without uttering a single word, he wraps his strong arms around you and pulls you into his chest.
You press your nose into his shirt like thereâs no other place it belongs. He smells faintly of sweat, but mostly of the outdoors. Like air and earth. Breath and constance. Life. So warm, you forget all about the chill that has crept into the room.Â
Ellieâs relieved to walk back in to the sight of Joel sitting with you. Your eyes have fluttered closed, so you only hear the sound of the refilled glass being set on the table. Joel meets the girlâs gaze with an appreciative nod. Thanks, kid. You did good.Â
âIâm supposed to volunteer at craft night, but I can stay,â she offers.Â
You peek up from Joelâs chest. âItâs okay.âÂ
âAre you sure?â She asks, and you nod.Â
âThank you,â you say honestly.Â
âIâll make you something cool,â she promises.Â
When the door clicks shut behind her, silence settles between you and Joel as you rest in his arms. You focus on the rise and fall of his chest, the faint, steady beating of his heart. It says heâs here, youâre here.Â
Even with your body cradled in his arms, the thought of losing you haunts his consciousness. Makes tension root through his shoulders, until he takes one long inhale and lets it out. As if shedding the remnants of fear, and dispelling it from his being.Â
You can feel him letting his anxiety go, only for it to manifest as guilt within your own chest.Â
âWe were being careful,â you say, then swallow because the next words are harder to get out, âTheyâthey came out of nowhere.âÂ
Apology plagues your tone, and he knows heâs the reason why. Â
On more than one occasion, perhaps to his own fault, Joel expressed that heâd rather you not patrol. There were countless volunteer opportunities around the commune, but after meeting him, you expressed your desire to start going out again.Â
For the first couple months, you were only ever partnered with Joel because he insisted. It became something you did together, getting to protect the people you love and absorb the beauty of Jackson beyond the commune limits.Â
Slowly, he came around to the idea of you being partnered with different people as he picked up other volunteer work. Â
Now that youâd had your first close call, you canât help but consider the possibility that Joel had seen a certain weakness within you all along. Maybe you aren't as vigilant as you thought, or a skilled shooter, or truly capable of holding your own. If it had been Joel, the Clickers probably wouldnât even of made it within a thirty yard radius before they were shot downâ
âSweetheart? Hey, look at me,â he pulls away so he knows he has your attention. Except, he hasnât exactly pieced together what he wants to say.Â
After releasing a breath, he meets your gaze with an apologetic look of his own.Â
âI know you were careful.â His tone is warm with sincerity. âYou ainât gotta justify anything to me.â When you donât say anything, he keeps talking, âIâm sorry if I made you feel that way.â His dark eyes are earnest, hopeful as they flit across your face.Â
You nod, and he wants to believe youâve let his words sink in.Â
âThere ainât a single person in this commune who knows whatâs gonna happen when they step outside those gates,â he says. âBest thing anyone can be is prepared, and thatâs exactly what you were out there today.â
Joelâs not expecting a response, but he can tell heâs finally gotten through.Â
He takes your hand in his and presses soft kisses over your knuckles. After letting go, he eases off the couch to kneel at your feet. You admire the slight hunch of his shoulders as he moves to untie your boots, the delicate way he handles the laces as if theyâre somehow a fragile extension of you.Â
When heâs done, you angle your feet to make it easier for him to pull the boots off. Even then, he doesnât stand up. He stays on his knees so youâre eye to eye.Â
âHowâs a shower sound?â He gently squeezes your knee and waits to follow your lead.Â
Itâs an illusion of control heâs offering for your sake. Really, itâs all him. After everything today, all you want to do is let go. Follow someone you know you can trust. Someone who always knows how to lead the way.
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Joel gets the shower started and, before long, both of you have stripped to your undergarments. He watches as you begin to pull your sports bra over your head, and helps you on the tail end because the strong elastic wonât set you free.Â
You donât meet his gaze again until after youâve stepped out of your panties. Joelâs eyes rove over you with a quiet, fond attentiveness, and you realize heâs looking for bruises or any sign youâre in pain.Â
âIâm okay,â you manage a small smile.Â
âOkay,â he says, then runs a hand through his hair as if he still hasnât quite accepted that you are. His bicep flexes as he does. The expanse of his chest is broad, dusted with dark hair.Â
âI promise.âÂ
Finally, he nods like he believes you. âGo ahead and get in. See you shivering.â The bathroom hasnât quite warmed up yet, and the window is drafty. Joel makes a mental note to get it resealed.Â
You waist no time doing just that. A deep hum escapes you as the water meets your skin.Â
From behind the curtain, you can make out the outline of Joelâs figure as he pushes his boxers down his legs. Over the sound of the running water, you can just barely hear him gathering your clothes to go put them in the hamper.Â
When he joins you, thereâs a gentleness to the way he lathers your body with soap. A diligence. The steam lifting around you carries the light, earthy scent of lemon balm. You let him run the bath sponge along your arms as the warm spray of the shower patters onto your back.Â
When heâs done, you wrap your arms around him so the front of your bodies are pressed together. Without pause, he graces the sponge across your shoulderblades before gliding it down your back. He continues all the way down the curve of your backside. You pucker your lips against the front of his shoulder in a pert kiss. He kisses your forehead in return.Â
Itâs a miracle your legs have held you up thus far. If you were to let yourself go limp, a small part of you likes to believe youâd somehow float. Thatâs how relaxed you feel. But you have half a mind not to test the theory. The thought makes you chuckle, and Joel peeks down at you with a budding smile of his own.Â
âWhat?â he asks lightly, but you shake your head and close your eyes. âDonât fall asleep on me.âÂ
ââMânot,â you murmur.Â
Joel hums in feigned disbelief. âThat doesnât sound very convincing.â He puts a hand on your hip in a silent request for you to turn around.Â
When you do, he snakes an arm around your waist. Behind you, heâs a promise. All muscle, warmth, and wet skin. He runs the sponge over your breasts before dipping down to gently run along the undersides.
Your eyes flutter closed again, just as he presses his soft lips to the pulse beating beneath your ear. The shiver that tumbles down your spine makes you lean back into him, and heâs right there holding you up, getting you clean, weaving you so surely into the fabric of the present.Â
He lets you do the same for him. Allows himself to relish the gentleness of your touch.Â
Touching his forehead to yours, his voice is thick as he whispers, âGlad youâre okay.âÂ
The two of you stay in the shower long after youâre clean.Â
Until the water runs cold.Â
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The mattress dips as Joel crawls into his side of the bed. Per your request, candles burn on both of your nightstands, bright enough to provide a glow to see each otherâs faces. His warmth is behind you before long, chest to your back as he drapes an arm over your waist. Itâs a reminder that heâll never let go.Â
The room is quiet aside from your breaths and the occasional creaks of the walls. You rest a hand over Joelâs to run your thumb over his skin and along the bumps of his knuckles.Â
âIâm terrible,â you say all of a sudden. Joel shifts behind you, prepared to counter even without the full context, but you continue, âI never asked about your day.â
Joel gives you a squeeze. âProbably wouldâve bored you to half to death anyways.âÂ
A small smile buds on your face. âHalf alive is better than nothing,â you say.Â
A chuckle rumbles through his chest, vibrating straight into you. Youâd wage wars to hear that sound. Cross oceans to reach it again. Joel feels you shake with a small laugh of your own, and it further solidifies that youâre going to be alright.Â
âLetâs see,â he decides to humor you after a brief moment of silence. You turn around in his arms and touch your feet to his beneath the sheets.
âEverything went well at the stables,â he says. âAlamo's doing a lot better. Stopped by the Tipsy Bison to tell Clyde on my way home.â You can hear the tiredness in his voice, making it gruffer.Â
âAww, really?âÂ
Joel hums and places a hand on your hip. He draws smalls circles with his thumb.Â
âHeâs such a beautiful horse,â you think aloud. His coat is as black as the night.Â
âIâm starting to notice a pattern,â you slip your hand beneath the hem of Joelâs shirt to splay over his side.
âWhat might that be?â he asks.Â
âYou making everything better. People, animals...âÂ
Joel huffs an amused breath through his nose, but doesnât say anything. Maybe not everything, but he sure as hell knows heâll never stop showing up.Â
You scoot closer to him and allow your lips to find his amid the candlelight. Slow and steady like youâve got forever.Â
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Sun and Moon
Husband Jinwoo spends his Sunday morning slow-dancing with you in the kitchen and surprising you with a love song đ„° | WC: 2.8K
Sunday mornings in the Sung household are the answers to Jinwooâs prayers. A small reward from heaven to compensate for all the sacrifices heâs made to make the world a better place.
The pleasant scent of brewing coffee in his hand. The comfort of being in his favorite fitted black shirt and sweatpants, with a few love bites hidden beneath. The sound of running water and soap sliding across the dishes. The endless, precious waves of laughter his daughter makes as she runs around the backyard, chased by the shadow ice bears who act like overly attached puppies. The faint, frosty swirl of ice petals in the air as Beru builds her another ice castleâshaped straight from the storybook they read together last night.
It feels peaceful. Almost too peaceful. Peaceful enough that it becomes hard to remember that somewhere out there, a gate full of monsters is formingâa challenge heâll probably have to face soon.
Tomorrow, he can go back to being a weapon. A commander. A protector. Someone who carries the burden of the world and is expected to surpass expectations every time.
But right now⊠heâs just a man. A father. A husband who has found his peaceâhis home.
And she, with her hands dipped in dish soap, is the center of it.
Jinwooâs eyes travel back to her the way they always do, for once ignoring the gleeful screaming of their daughter sliding down her brand-new ice tunnel. An affectionate smile paints his lipsâa small glimpse of the endless love blooming in his soul.
The sight of his wife in an apron over her off-the-shoulder knitted sweater, her hair tied messily in a bun, her voice sweet and soft as she hums along to the music from the speakers... Sheâs perfect. Perfect for him.
God, he can still remember the day he first thought he wanted to marry her.
It was a moment like thisâright after they had dinner together in his apartment. She had insisted on washing the dishes in exchange for the meal he had so wonderfully prepared. And Jinwoo, forced to sit on the couch just like now, had spent the entire twenty minutes admiring her from behind, his fantasy running wild.
He thought about how he wanted every day to be just like that: sharing meals, laughing, talking, smiling, teasing, stealing kisses, and drowning in soft embraces. He wanted to marry her then. To be with her for eternity. To share a home.
Even now, seeing her like this, he still wants to marry her. If it were possible, he would. A thousand lifetimes over. Just to have her say âI doâ with that sweet, angelic smile, to kiss her again and again beneath the stars.
Then, as if the universe hears his reminiscence, the low hum of the speakers begins to shiftâa familiar melody fills the air.
Baby, you're my sun and moon Girl, you're everything between A lot of pretty faces could waste my time But you're my dream girl
Jinwooâs eyes widen as a memory strikes. Itâs the acoustic version of âSun and Moonâ by Aneesâthe same song they danced to the night he proposed.
The smile on his lips deepens at the memory. He can still picture it clearlyâholding her close, slow dancing in a circle of golden lights, swaying as if time had paused for their love. This was the song he chose, though he never got to sing it aloud, never finished the dance. She had whispered âI love you, Jin,â in the middle of it, and heâd been so overwhelmed by love, passion, and need that he kissed her right then... then went down on one knee, presenting a diamond ring beneath the stars that glimmered just as brightly as her eyes.
Something stirs deep in his chest, and before he knows it, his body moves.
Setting his coffee down, he walks toward the kitchen. His footsteps are silentâtrained for warâbut his embrace has not forgotten its gentleness. Jinwoo wraps his arms around his wifeâs waist from behind, stealing a startled gasp from her lips.
You make flowers bloom You make the stars collide And I don't know what I did to get lucky like this But it sure feels fine
âJagi,â he whispers, kissing her neck. He melts into her, basking in the scent of her shampoo.
âJinwoo,â she sighs. He can hear the smile in her voiceâsmall, tender. âYou need to stop sneaking up on me like that. I almost dropped a plate.â
âSorry,â he apologizes, pressing a light kiss to her bare shoulder, though his puckish grin tells a different story. His lips brush her ear. âDance with me?â
âNow?â
âMm, now.â
She laughs softly, rinsing a plate. âThe dishes arenât going to wash themselves, you know.â
âIâll wash them later.â
âHoney, you spent an hour preparing breakfast. Let me be the wife this time.â
He chuckles, nuzzling into her hair. âBeru, then.â
âI think weâve tortured him enough already.â She turns her head slightly to kiss his cheek. âTen more minutes, okay?â
âCanât,â he murmurs into her hair. âThe songâll be over by then.â
She blinks, listening. Then it dawns on her. âWait. Is this the song you played when youââ
âMm-hmm,â he hums, his smile brushing against her earlobe. âSo, what do you say? If you dance with me right now, maybe Iâll propose to you again.â
Her soft laughter warms the air. âFine. Just one more plate.â
âToo late.â He tightens his arms and begins swaying gently to the music. âIâm already dancing.â
She giggles, body moving slightly out of rhythm. âYou call this dancing?â
âIâm just warming up, Sweetheart.â Jinwoo steals the plate from her hands and sets it down, then turns her to face him with a tender gaze.
She scrunches her nose. âYou know Iâm elbow-deep in soap bubbles, right?â
âTragic, but not fatal. Come on.â
Her smile is still perched on her lips, threatening to turn into a grin as Jinwoo pulls her into his arms. She rests a hand on his shoulder and lets the other slip into his. âOh gosh, Iâm getting soap all over your shââ
He suddenly twirls her, making her stumble into his chest. âJinwoo!â
âTold you I was only warming up, Angel,â he smirks.
She rolls her eyes playfully.
You give me love and affection I give you all my protection I'm trying to stay by your side 'til the day I die And you give me all of your loving And I give you all of my trust I know you'll never betray me or leave my side
He pulls her close, leading the danceâgraceful and sure. She follows, her body remembering the rhythm before her mind catches up. Jinwoo studies herâsmiling sweetly, sheepishly, gratefullyâas if heâs her joy the way she is his.
'Cause I see your face when I'm sleeping I wake up grateful to breathe in The air you float through I wrote you a lullaby
âYouâre getting good at this,â she comments. âWhen we danced to this song that night, you stepped on my dress.â
âThat was one time. And I was distractedâtrying to figure out how to propose to the prettiest, most demanding little princess.â
âMm. Well, you did well. At proposing, I mean. Not so much at dancing.â
âBut it seems the student has become the master, huh?â
âOh, donât flatter yourself. You still dance like a penguiââ
He suddenly dips her, and her breath hitches in her throat. She clutches him instinctively, fingers tightening as his strength holds her effortlesslyâsecure, unwavering. His gaze bears down on her from above, intense and unwavering, his face just inches away, lips parted as if caught between a whisper and a kiss. The scent of his aftershave lingers in the air, clean and familiar, while the sight of his long, pretty lashes stirs something reckless in her chest. Her senses reel, her heart pounding in fierce retaliation.
Jinwoo whispers with a smirk, âYou were saying?â
âOh, you're soââ He silences her with a kiss. Sweet. Romantic. It sends her heart spiraling. He brings her upright, guiding her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as they sway in perfect sync. Slow, deliberate. Never wanting it to end.
A song to sing on your pillow Swift as a swing on a willow My sweetest words are mere birds In your perfect sky
âYouâre being sappy,â she says with a little grin.
âYou like me sappy.â
âI love you. Every part of you. Your sappy side is just a bonus.â
âAnd whoâs being sappy now?â
âStill you 'cause you started it,â she giggles. Her thumb brushes his cheekbone as she cups his face. âYou know... when itâs just you and me like this, itâs easy to forget we have a child whoâs ready to throw explosive tantrums any minute now.â
A tender smile graces his lips. âDo you miss it?â
âJust being the two of us?â She rests her head on his chest, feeling the vibration of his hum. âSometimes. I love being a mother. I wouldnât trade it for anything. But I also love being your wife. Your best friend. We havenât had much time alone, have we? Just us. We always get interrupted. Remember last time?â
âHmm, letâs see.â He pretends to think. âI had my head between your legs, and Beru barged in asking if it would make our daughter happier if he wore the aggressively pink dress instead of the normal pink one. Yeah, I remember.â
âYou should be glad it wasnât our daughter who walked in.â
âYou should be glad I didnât murder him.â
âBeru canât die. Heâs a shadow.â
âOh, Iâll find a way.â
She laughsâloud, unrestrained. âThank you, Jin.â
âFor not killing him?â
âFor romancing me out of chores and nearly making me puke from that dip,â she corrects with a jest, brushing his fringe from his eyes. âI needed this. This moment.â
âI needed this, too,â he murmurs, lips against her temple. âHey, what if we went somewhere next weekend? Somewhere new. Secluded. Iâll book us a cottage on a private beach, and we can... you know.â
She narrows her eyes. âWhat, make love under the stars?â
He looks away, feigning innocence. âNo. Just⊠stargazing.â
âMm-hmm.â
âWhat? You love it.â
âI do.â She tightens her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to whisper, âAlmost as much as I love being made love to by my husband.â
âIâll book two nights.â
"Jinâ"
"Three."
She giggles, shaking her head. âWhereâs our daughter going to be?â
âIâll book another cottage for Jinah and Jinho.â
âYouâre going to make them babysit?â
âNo. The high orcs will. They just need to check in now and then.â
âRight. Because Jinah is the one who can share senses with the orcs.â
âIâll check too, obviously.â He leans in, grinning. âWhen Iâm not too busy making love to my wife.â
She slaps his chest as he laughs.
âYou act like this, Angel, but we both know youâll be the one begging me.â
âI have neverââ She stops when he arches a brow. âThat was one time. Maybe two.â
âI think it was more than that, love.â
âOh, be quiet.â
Baby, baby, you're my sun and moon Girl, you're everything between A lot of pretty faces could waste my time But you're my dream girl
âJagiya.â She peeks up at him, smiling. âSing for me?â
âYou just told me to be quiet.â
She pinches his side. Jinwoo doesnât flinchâjust looks down at her, clearly amused. âStop being annoying and do what your wife says.â
âWhy donât you say please first?â
âUnbelievable.â
âBe cute. Bat your eyelashes for me.â
âIâm going to kill you, actually.â
He just smirks, clearly enjoying himself.
She sighs, lips unconsciously pouting. âJinwoo, please? I love your voice.â
âThatâs because youâre biased.â
She wants to correct him, to say that no, anyone whoâs heard you sing would say the same, but he already looks too smug. âI am. So sing, biased husband.â
âAlways so demanding.â But he gives in easily.
You make flowers bloom Girl, you make the stars collide And I don't know what I did to get lucky like this But it sure feels fine.
His voice is warm and low, threaded with affection as his eyes stay locked on hers. She holds him like that, swaying gently, listening, her heart impossibly full. His hands remain gentle on her waist, thumb tracing small, affectionate circles against her back as he continues. She canât seem to break away from his gazeâcaptivated, enamored, her heart fluttering with every line.
As the last chords linger in the air, Jinwoo gently reaches for the guitar resting nearby, settling down on the edge of the couch with her still close to his side. He cradles it easily, fingers finding the strings with practiced ease, seamlessly picking up the same tune.
âA sudden concert?â She wraps her arms around his shoulders from behind, resting her cheek against his head. âJust for me?â
âJust for you. Unless Beru starts humming along again, then Iâll kill him for real.â
âLetâs not turn our romantic moment into homicide.â
âIâll try,â he chuckles. His fingers strum gently, the sound softer, more intimateâmirroring the same song but with something more personal stitched into every note.
He sings again, but this timeâitâs not Aneesâs lyrics. Itâs his.
Something personal, just for her.
You wouldn't think that I'd find Somebody so beautiful and perfect like you You're out of this world and I got you Iâm gonna do everything to keep you by my side Every day and every night Against the world, itâs you and I I'll keep you safe in these arms of mine All the time till the day that I die You're mine...
Her eyes begin to sting, her emotions no longer containable. Itâs not just the lyrics and how heartfelt and honest they areâitâs the way he sings them, so soft, so sincere, as if it were the last song he could ever sing to her before the heavens took him away. And he wanted to say everything in this last song.
You're one of a kind and I'm happy that you're mine There's never a time when you're not running through my mind The feelings I feel for you I know Itâs a feeling that comes once in a lifetime You're the rainbow after the rain You're the smile that's on my face You're my heaven on earth and my favorite place Baby, stay with me, always 'cause You're my sun and moon...
âJinâŠâ She tightens her embrace. âYouâre going to ruin meâŠâ
âI already did,â he smiles, turning his face just enough to kiss her cheek, his fingers still moving with quiet grace over the strings. âYou want to hear the verse I wrote on the night I proposed to you? I was going to sing it to you, but after I heard you tell me you love me, I just⊠I had to rush it. I wanted to hear you say âyesâ so badly, I couldnât wait.â
She sniffles lightly. âShow me.â
He flashes her another smile, this time with a soft blush coating his cheeks. He sings:
I get this feeling that I need you, and I donât care what they say I love this girl in so many ways I swear I canât explain And if you ever question my love, know I wonât go astray The only thing Iâm trying to change about youâŠ
He turns toward her, his voice growing quieter with the last note. ââŠis your last name,â he finishes softly, his eyes falling to her lipsâand her heart hammers against her ribs.
She kisses him, ardent and full of devotion. Jinwoo, with his eyes closed in bliss, sets the guitar aside, his arms winding around her waist, guiding her to his lap. He moans softly against her mouth, taking in her sweet taste, and she gives it, she gives him everything.
"I love you so much, Jin," she whispers, her voice cracking with emotions, fingers threading through his hair. The kiss deepens for a few more seconds before they start smiling, giggling against each otherâs mouths.
They part slightly, but their gazes still linger. Their noses remain close enough to brush, and he takes the chance to nuzzle the tip of his against hersâcutely, boyishly, almost uncharacteristically so, given his usual stoic demeanor.
âI guess we are sappy today, huh?â she bashfully says as he tucks her hair behind her ear, and Jinwoo just smiles, kissing her one last timeâlight and chaste. âI wouldâve said âyesâ and done so many other things to you had you sung that to me that night.â
He chuckles, but when he gazes at her again, his thumb stroking just beneath her eye, thereâs no amusementâonly affection, only tenderness.
âYou know youâre stuck with me forever, right?â he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
âGood.â She tangles her arms around his neck. âCause I wouldnât have it any other way.â
His fingers brush through her hair, ready to pull her in for another kiss beforeâ
âMommy! Daddy!â
They both turn as their daughter comes sprinting into the room, arms outstretched, cheeks flushed and grinning. Beru follows behind her proudly, wings folded and eyes sparklingâin his Queen Elsa costume. Jinwoo wouldâve grimaced at the sight, but after witnessing the heresy for two weeks straight, heâs grown immune to it.
âA wondrous performance, my liege! Might I entreat thee to render Let It Go next? I have honed mine own voice, and by my otherworldly song, shall move the very heavens to weep!â
Jinwoo's jaw twitches.
âDonât kill him, Jin.â
âIâm trying.â
âLook what I made!â the little princess beams, holding up two tiny flower crownsâone a little crooked, one laced with bits of icy shimmer. âOne for Mommy,â she says, placing it delicately on her motherâs head. âAnd one for Daddy!â
Jinwoo lowers himself to her level, solemnly accepting his crown, then looks at his wife. âHow do I look?â
âRegal,â she grins. âLike the Ice King of backyard kingdoms.â
âAnd you,â he returns to his feet, snatching his wife by the waist and tapping her flower crown, âare my Queen.â
Their daughter squeals with delight. âDoes that make me the princess?â
âThe absolute ruler of this entire kingdom,â Jinwoo says seriously, bowing. Her giggles ring through the air as she jumps into his arms, hard enough to make himâa national level-hunterâstumble. Carrying her in one hand, he pulls his wife closer with the other, planting a light kiss on their foreheads. âIâm the luckiest man in the world.â
Beru tears up at the sight of the happy scenery. âLong live the crown,â he declares amidst his sobs.
Jinwoo flatly stares. âAnd what are you supposed to be?â
âAh, glad am I that thou didst inquire.â Beru performs a majestic twirl, his ice-blue, frilly dress flaring in the air. âI am an enchantress of ice from a realm far beyond thine own: Queen Berusa!â He bows dramatically. âPrithee, lend thine ears, for I shall now deliver mine own rendering of Let It Goââ
âNo,â Jinwoo and his wife deadpan in perfect sync.
Beru pouts, and another wave of laughter erupts.
Pressed together with smiles, flower crowns, and a morning full of musicâit was easy to believe that happiness could be this simple. Jinwoo glances at the piano, the last note of his song still echoing in his memoryânot in melody, but in her voice, her laugh, their daughterâs joy.
And in that moment, he realizesâ
This was the song.
His love, his promise, his foreverâplaying out in laughter and little footsteps, in flower crowns and soft kisses.
A lifetimeâs worth of music in a single morning.
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Notes: for the final verse, I got the lyrics from this beautiful cover
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I was daydreaming today at college and thought about Leon absolutely ravaging me in my wedding dress... Would you be able to write the reader teasing him at the wedding all evening long, feeling him up, making him jealous until the end of the night when he finally gets you alone and just goes totally feral?! Your work is amazing, please never stop đ„°đđ”âđ«đŠ
YES, I CAN ANON!
I love this!!! I hope I did the idea justice! I did Death Island Leon because I rewatched it and he's on my mind. I rambled sorry this took so long, I needed it to be done right!
Warnings: Smut, MNDI, Fluff, Teasing, Praise Kink, Cowgirl, Oral (F receiving) Jealousy, Hidden touches, Comfort
Death Island! Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Reader
Words: 3.8k
Leon never thought he would get this chance, marriage was always just a distant dream, one that always seemed impossible with his job and lifestyle. Until you came along and made him feel easy to love for once. Your smile manages to brighten any mood he might be in. His home was dark and bare now filled with warmth and love, decorated with things that reminded him of how far you had both become. He made it his life's mission to ensure you never stopped smiling and never faced anything like he had. Your protection was his top priority as he kept you separate from his work life, a little hidden secret in this world. One for just him to enjoy.
The isle was decorated in soft greens and browns, the sun felt warm for once as it fell over his features. It felt like God was finally giving him a break from the whirlpool of life he was handed. He couldn't stop the swaying of his feet or fiddling with the tie that felt too tight around his neck. Neither of you wanted a big wedding, limiting your guest list to just close friends and family but the room still felt full. Despite the small number of people you had invited, their adoring stares at him and their whispers about what you might look like today didn't help. Leon didnât care what dress you picked out, he gave you the budget to get the biggest one if you wanted it. All that mattered to him was that you were happy and at the end of the day were with him in an enteral promise. One he knew went deeper than simple love.Â
Ignoring the waves of anxiety he felt, all the attention began to feel too much without you by his side to make it more bearable. Leon made sure to put on the biggest smile that he could muster up as he watched the wedding party begin to filter through the aisle. Soft instrumental music complimented them as they all walked down. The once red carpet is now being decorated with a range of petals as your niece went down alongside her brother who carried the rings. Everyoneâs attention was drawn to them, their adorable stumbles thankfully gave him a chance to let out a shaky breath before he had to reach for the velvet box from the young boy. It felt heavy, similar to the feeling when he had the last velvet box in his pocket; a decision he would never come to regret in his life. He had thought about this moment for months, his dreams being filled by adding to the collection of rings he had given to you, all in a romantic promise that was tying your souls together forever.
Leon had memorized the order in which everyone was going to be coming through, all of them finding their place on the respected sides. Their smiles warmed his heart at how happy they were for the both of you. The love crashed over him in waves as your family welcomed him in with open arms. The change in song made his heart rate begin to pick up as you walked down. You looked like an angel, one that was finally ready to take him to salvation - a gift sent from the heavens for all of his hard work and trauma. You smiled at Leon, watching as his eyes twinkled with tears of happiness. He deserved this; there was no one more than deserving of your love. Your answer to his proposal was the easiest choice you had ever made. Just as you were for Leon he was the same for you.Â
You could feel his hands shake as he lifted your veil, the sound of everyone around you melting away as he gazed upon your features like he was memorising them despite knowing that he does it every time he wakes up before you in the morning. You watched as his smile grew softer, his body trying to reign in his emotions as the tears fell slightly down his face. You felt the ghost of his breath against your palm as you wiped it away for him. Your touch is just a ghost of the love he knew you had for him. His love was always intoxicating to you. Helping your brain become fuzzy so you forget about the world around you. The nerves you had at the start of the day are now settled in a calm and peaceful feeling. That's what you loved about him, his endless ability to ease your anxiety. He was your bridge, your stable wall to lean on if you needed it. Leon had given you everything you needed and more in life; you will always be thankful for that.Â
Your hands slotted in his perfectly; Leon was grasping them tightly in case you would fade away right in front of him like you were some dream he would wake up from. The vows you shared today would never be broken; the endless devotion you both shared was witnessed by everyone else in the room. âI love youâ You whispered to him leaning on his shoulder as you both waited for the end of the ceremony. Leon glanced down at you, his eyes sparkling with more unshed tears, his eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. âI love you moreâÂ
It felt like the world stopped as you turned to face each other before you finally kissed marking your new journey as Mr and Mrs Kennedy. Neither of you needed this, the large fancy wedding or the certificate you were now both signing with shaky hands and large smiles. You both know the love you shared was solidified with the care you put towards each other in each other darkest moments. There was no end to this life without Leon being by your side.
You grasped his hand tightly as you both ran down the aisle, your laughter filling the air mixing in with the confetti that fell around you. Leon pulled you back into him, greedy for another kiss before the true celebrations began, the fabric of your dress swirling around his feet as you collided with him.Â
The rest of the evening felt like a blur, the both of you being dragged around by family and friends for endless photos. The camera flash soon became a permanent fixture every time you blinked. Yet, as everyone settled down for the evening meal, plates of food were being wafted around the room and the waitresses handed them out; Leon didnât miss the longing looks you gave him. The squeezes of his thigh underneath the table as your hand inched higher and higher. Your delicate fingers brushed along the front of his trousers all whilst glancing at him with an adoring and innocent smile. It was driving him insane with how casual you were being about it. âYou alright there honey? You look a little flusteredâ you giggled in his ear, leaning towards him. His smirk grew on his face, his eyes hidden by his dark hair as he turned to look at you. âSomeone seems to be starting something Iâm not sure they can finishâ He teased. Normally Leon would have touched your skin and teased the fabric of your underwear groaning at the feel of the arousal he knew was drenching the thin fabric but your damn dress was too big. He was beaten by layers of white fabric.Â
âWeâve still got many hours before I can show you what's underneath this dressâ you whispered again. His face flushed - turning a dark pink as his brain tried to decipher what you meant. To his credit he recovered quickly, hiding his flushed cheeks from the guests with a kiss. Coos and chuckles surrounded you as you both shared this moment. When he pulled away his eyes narrowed, a warning. That if you continued then you would be in for a long night, but then when did you ever listen to him?
The night continued with tear-jerking speeches from close family and friends and you now both stood outside the doors waiting for the events organizer to announce you both as Mr and Mrs Kennedy for your first dance. His hand held yours firmly, almost like if he loosened his grip he would wake up from this dream.Â
âReady?â You asked him, looking up at his stubble-coated face in adoration. He never got used to your twinkling eyes when you looked at him, perhaps he never would. He didn't need the three words that meant so much to many people - your eyes told your story, your feelings. âTo embarrass me with how badly I danceâŠnoâ he teased a toothy grin filling his features. Your laugh was better music than the song lined up for the rest of the evening. His own eyes crinkled once again as his smile grew. You heard your name announced and both jogged out onto the dance floor.. confetti and cheers surround you once again.Â
Leon's hands gripped your hips tightly as they swirled you around, opting to stick to simple swaying and a few spins. You didn't care, you were smiling anyway. That was another thing you did that caused him to fall in love with you - how easily you accepted the simplest things he gave you. The size of his gestures is never an issue with you. When the song slowed down he bought you closer, his hands lowering to the swell of your ass. Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers toying with the soft strands of his hair. His aftershave was intoxicating, filling your senses as you tucked yourself closer, his head resting on yours. The moment was peaceful, perfect. One he would remember every time a mission got too much, or he needed a reason to get back up after he's been slammed down numerous amounts of times.Â
The moment was broken when one of the bridesmaids tapped him on the shoulder holding out a polaroid to him. He glanced briefly at you not failing to notice the large grin on your face. It was comical how wide his eyes went when he looked at the small picture; a choked breath following as his cheeks flushed. âWhat the fuckâ he chuckled as he turned back to you, tucking away the Polaroid in his pocket before anyone else got to see. âThere's plenty more where that came fromâ you spoke. Leon pulled you close again, trapping you against his body with a large grin on his features as his lips ghosted your skin. âYou little minxâ he whispered in your ear, his breath tickling the shell of yours. You smiled at the contact, at the small graze of his lips against your neck. Your fingers tugged gently at the hairs on the nape of his neck, swirling the soft strands in small circles. He felt you slip away leaving his arms to merge in with the rest of the dancefloor. Your white dress twirled around you as you greeted your friends. He watched with a smile, seeing your happiness leak into the people around youâŠinto himself.Â
Your feet moved gracefully along the dancefloor as you sauntered back to him often during the rest of the night. Interrupting and saving him from boring conversations with older relatives, your lips kissing in the pattern he knew would be repeated later when you were both alone. The collection of polaroids started to thicken his pockets as your bridesmaids continued to hand them to him, his face flushing each time - eyes narrowing as he found you giggling across the room from him. He was thankful as people started to wish you luck and goodnight, all heading off to their rooms. Instantly beginning to look for you to drag you to the bridal room. Leon found you helping the servers gather the remaining drinks handing them glasses over to the bar. Your hair was wild, strands sticking out of the braid it was neatly made into earlier in the day. Your makeup was smudged and the lipstick is virtually nonexistent but to him, you still looked just as beautiful at the start of the day.Â
He felt giddy as you both stumbled your way back to the room, practically running through the halls. Your smile grew as you heard his laugh, the sound bouncing down the corridor. His hand held onto yours firmly not once letting go. It felt like you were teenagers again, running through the school corridors to escape school. You wished you had met him sooner in life, so you could have loved him sooner. Helped through the horrors he had told you, showed him a world of love and affection sooner before he fell into the habits he wasn't proud of. His lips attacked yours as soon as you got through the door, the key card discarded on the desk landing on it with a clatter. Your hands slid under the shoulders of his blazer. Leon smiled into the kiss, his shoulders shaking it off in a poor attempt to help, the fabric landing with a thud on the floor.Â
The contents of it scattered along the floor, his phone now hidden somewhere you'll both be scrambling to find in the morning. He smirked at the Polaroids that had now scattered everywhere, the photos of you that he kept hidden now a reminder of your promise. He felt his cock throbbing against the fabric of his trousers, he almost cummed at the idea of sinking into you finally after today. He pulled you towards the bed, pushing you backwards until your knees hit the edge of the bed. Leon wished he hadnât just lost his phone so he could have taken a photo of you sprawled out on the bed beneath him surrounded by the rose petals the hotel staff had thrown on the bed. Your eyes were intense as they looked at him with pure lust, you always did love him in his suits.Â
âYou have a promise to keep?â He teased, bending down briefly to collect a polaroid off the floor - holding it out to you so you could see throwing it on the bed next to you. His hands began to push the layers of fabric up your legs, exposing your hips. He smiled at the garter that was still around your thigh. Leonâs head instantly lowered, his teeth tugging it down your leg, ignoring the chuckle that left your lips as he struggled to get it over your shoe. When he raised his head again you smiled at his smug look, the elastic band hanging from his teeth like a trophy.Â
âYou were meant to do that earlier and then see which one of your friends was getting married nextâ You smiled as you pulled it from his teeth, discarding the fabric somewhere else in the room. âGuess Iâll just have to marry you againâ He spoke, kissing up your thighs disappearing amongst the fabric. âAlready? We just made our vowsâÂ
Leonâs head shot up again his hair falling over his eyes as he looked at you. âIâll chant them to you every night if I have to. Iâll never forget them, nor will I let you forget them.âÂ
You knew if you wanted him to he would always be willing to do what it takes to prove he is forever grateful for your unwavering love and patience over the past few years. The same soft hands that now tugged his head towards your dripping cunt pulling him out of one of the worst states heâs ever been in. He didnât like thinking about what would have happened if you hadnât given him the final shove to pour the drink away. To stop for the first time since his 20s. His fingers looped in the waistband of the white lacy thong pulling it down your legs. You spread them, showing off your soaked core that he had skipped the cake for. Opting to save his appetite for a sweeter dessert instead.Â
âI meant every single wordâÂ
His mouth instantly latched on, sucking up the sweet arousal you were already dripping for him. Your legs wrapped tightly around his head, the fabric hiding him from sight as he worked his magic. Leon would spend hours like this if he wanted to, his head buried in a sacred space you kept so perfect for him. Forever - until death - now the only person that would be able to taste the sweet drink you created for him. Your legs shook as his tongue flicked against the sensitive bud, his nose occasionally brushing against it as he enthusiastically licked long stripes up your folds.Â
You felt the incoming orgasm, your thighs shaking uncontrollably around his head only spurring Leon on to continue his assault of pleasure faster. He groaned when you finally spilt on his tongue, he lapped it up like he was dehydrated. You supposed he was, with the incoming date of your wedding you both barely had enough time for this. You moaned at the sight of his chin covered in his drool and your cum, his tongue swiping across his lips making sure he lapped it all up. He always was a messy eater.Â
You could taste yourself on his as he crawled up to place a kiss on your lips. âHow expensive was the dress?â he asked whilst nipping at your neck. His stubble was prickly against your skin. âVery. You gave me no budget rememberâ You chuckled, pulling at his hair causing him to look at you. âSo if I fucked you in it, it would be a waste of money?âÂ
âWe can always get it dry cleanedâÂ
He chuckled pulling away from you again. He was too slow at unbuttoning his shirt, you sat up, crawling towards the edge of the bed on shaking legs to help him. The fabric was discarded somewhere in the room with a thud. His hands worked on his trousers, his belt clinking loudly as they fell to the floor. You bit your lip at the sight of his pre cum on his boxers, both old and new stains. âLook at what you did to me all day, in this dress, the touches at dinner, the fucking photos. The day dragged on for far too longâ He mumbled lowly. You loved it when he did this when his octave lowered with need and frustration for wanting you. Your teasing finally pushed him over the edge and now he had a taste there was no point in preventing him from the full meal. He was going to get it anyway.Â
You stood up from the bed, spinning the both of you so he fell against the soft sheets. He waited for you to undo the dress, to let the fabric hide his trousers. Instead to crawled above him, pushing him towards the headboard. Leon pulled his boxers off, his cock thumping against his stomach at your approach. You smirked at the tip, angry and red as it waited for you. Dribbles of pre cum decorating it like candle wax, he was always so pretty.
 A large sigh from the both of you filled the room as you finally sank on him. The sight is hidden by the layers of the dress now pooling around you both. He could admire the way the bodice fit against your form, the delicate lace hems making you look even more magical. You were perfect, always were and always will be.Â
Your hips moved too slow for his liking, the pleasure he needed not building up fast enough. Tired of your teasing his hips met your own. The lazy thrusts hit deeper and deeper as they collided with your own, brushing against the entrance of your cervix. He was always larger than you remembered, no amount of foreplay ever prepared you for the glorious stretch he gave you each time you fucked. His small whisps of hair tease your already sensitive clit.Â
He could feel you quiver above him, your head thrown back with a large smile plastered on your face. He watched the rise and fall of your chest as it pushed out the breathless whimpers. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, the freshly painted nails leaving small crescent shapes along his already uneven skin. He wouldnât mind a few more scars, not if they were left by you tonight. A forever memory etched onto his skin as well as in his mind.Â
Had all his prayers finally been answered? All of his years of suffering finally bought to a close with the clench of your walls around his cock and a promise to love him until he gave his final breath. âI fucking love you, Mrs KennedyâÂ
Hearing it made it more real somehow, made the whole day finish with another orgasm from you as you collapsed against him. Your sweaty skin cooling his down. He was so close, to his own ending. To coat and fill you with himself, the way it will always be now. Leon was now the only one who got this pleasure, that was allowed to do this.Â
He was quick to move you, slipping out only briefly to place you on all fours. His cock slipped back into you; âIâŠwillâŠalwaysâŠfuckingâŠloveâŠyouâ he chanted with each thrust. Driving his cock deep into the velvet walls. Your whimpers and whines spur him on along with the begs to go faster and harder. The two of you lost in the moment, in the feel of each other. His ring was cool against your hip as it pressed into the flesh from his grip. Your dress rustles around you with every movement. Nothing else mattered, not the endless piles of paperwork on his desk waiting for him when he would return to the office, the complaints of customers you would eventually face in your own return to work.Â
Everything could wait. Nothing would stop him from feeling this, the way you clenched and sucked him back in again. Trapped him in as he finally climaxed. His warmth flooded you, leaking out as he pulled away. Your shaking legs finally gave up as you fell onto the bed. A smile plastered on your face from where it was smooshed against the pillows. His fingers worked on undoing the back of the dress, your skin exposed to the cold. Fuck, he needed this sight engraved into his brain forever. You sat up, allowing the fabric to slip off your form with his help. The dress left to crease and crumple on the floor as you both tucked away in bed.Â
He held you tightly against his chest, his heartbeat thumping loudly against your ear. Despite the great sex, this was what you cared about the most, the vulnerable moments where you slept the best. âGoodnight loveâ He whispered into your hair as he pressed a kiss into the crown of your head. You smiled against his skin, placing a kiss above the spot of his heart. Your fingers lazily traced along the scars that littered his chest until the room was filled with the soft snores of the newly weds.Â
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In Your Arms:
Summary: Billie comes home the studio frustrated
Warnings: fluff đđ„°
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The living room is draped in a soft glow, the sun setting just outside the window, casting a golden hue over the stark white walls. You hum to yourself as you wipe off the remaining dust from the coffee table, your heart fluttering in anticipation for Billieâs impending return from the studio, the most eagerly awaited and cherished moment of your day. A warmth blooms within your chest at the thought of her arms wrapped around you, the sound of her melodic voice, her comforting scentâ you couldnât think of anything better to look forward to.
Just then, the front door bursts open, and in strides Billie, your sweet and loving girlfriend. Her expression is a whirlwind of frustration. You can almost feel the tension emanating from her as she kicks off her sneakers, her brows knitted together in a frown that would intimidate anyone else.
"Fuck!" she mutters, her voice laced with irritation, tossing her bag onto the nearby chair. Her frustrated expression softens only slightly when you looks at you for a brief second before she heads to the bedroom without another word.
Your heart aches at the sight of your Billie so tense. Sheâs been working harder recently, more than youâve ever seen her do so, and you can only imagine how the day has been for her. You know how much she pours her heart and soul into her music, but sometimes the industry can be a nasty place, choking the fire in her.
Slowly, you open the door, and youâre greeting by the sight of Billie sat at the edge of the bed with her face buried in her hands. You can see the weight of the world on her shoulders, and your heart aches for her. Billie looks up, her ocean blue eyes filled with unshed tears, and she outstretches her arm out to you, a silent plea for your presence. You immediately go to her and sit down next to her.
âWhat happened, Billie?â you ask softly, wanting nothing more than to comfort the love of your life.
âIt was a rough day,â Billie starts after a moment of silence, followed by a deep breath. âThe deadlines⊠the lyrics⊠and Finneas, oh my GodâŠâ She slowly shakes her head, muttering something under her breathe before she continues, âItâs hard, Y/N, and it feels like I canât catch a break.â
âLetâs take a bath together,â you suggest gently, offering a smile that you hope will reassure her. âItâll help you relax.â
At your words, Billieâs expression softens slightly as she nods, a hint of gratitude breaking through her irritation.
âAlright, doll,â she whispers, her voice lower, almost vulnerable. You lead her to the bathroom, flicking on the warm water. The sensation of steam curling around you envelops both of you, soothing in its embrace.
Once the tub is filled with bubbles, you go to the kitchen and return with two glasses of wine, handing one to Billie before you both slip in. You position yourself behind Billie, your fingers instantly finding the tense muscles in her shoulders. Gently, you begin slowly to massage her skin.
âJust breathe, Bills. Youâre always strong for everyone else; let me be strong for you,â you whisper, placing soft kisses along Billieâs neck.
Billie hums in pleasure. âMmm, thats it, mama,â she sighs, leaning back into your embrace. You feel her relax against you, much to your own relief, and you canât help the smile that spreads on your lips.
âItâs just, like, I wanna create, you know? But I feel like Iâm constantly fighting,â Billie continues, and you can hear the vulnerability sneaking back in. You nod, letting her vent, tracing your fingers over her skin, reveling in the touch and warmth.
âI know, Billie. Just remember, you donât have to fight all the time. Iâm here to support you.â A soft smile breaks across your lips as you lean in, planting a tender kiss on her cheek.
Billie turns her head, kissing your lips gently, and you feel the love and the appreciation she has for you in the sweet gesture. Everything will be okay, even if it didnât seem like it now. But here, together, the world and its troubles seem to fade away, leaving the two of you in the comfort of each otherâs presence.
âYouâre my comfort, pretty girl,â Billie murmurs, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. âThank you for always being here.â
âAlways, Billie, always,â you reply softly and pull her further into your embrace, right where she belongs.
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