#i’ll be doing one for the ladies too 😉

[jokerislandgirl32]

By hottest I mean which of these guys do you think is the most handsome/attractive….@mckenzie-t-canis-lupus you convinced me of the need for this poll, lol.

Feel free to comment/reblog your answers, I’d love to see your opinions, not like you haven’t seen mine…y’all know who I’m voting for 😂!

Not gonna lie, they are all very attractive to me…lol

[norrisainz33]

Girl Dad || LS2

☆ summary: Logan’s longtime partner is a single parent and he absolutely loves being a girl dad

☆ pairing: logan sargeant x parent!reader

☆ fc & warnings: none and mentions of pregnancy

☆ requested: yes - changed it a little bit but hope you like! haven’t written about kids and family before so i did my best! thank you so very much for taking the time to request 🫶🏻

a/n: y/d/n = your daughters name

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ynuser: family time with my favorite people! oh what i wouldn’t give for summer break to last forever 🤍

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lilymhe: summer break is fun and all but i miss you and y/d/n 😫

ynuser: we miss you too lils

alex_albon: the break literally just started and you saw each other yesterday

lilymhe: wondering who it was that asked you?

user1: logie bear and his girls 🥹

user2: mother is mothering

user3: it can since ur man has no job

user4: i mean this with full disrespect- f u 🖕🏻

logansargeant: it could last forever if we moved to florida 😉

ynuser: you know i love you logan but i will not be moving to florida

yourbff: little lady is getting so big omg i have to visit soon

ynuser: yes pls come visit!!

user5: looking forward to all the logan dad content this break

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logansargeant: boo ya baby

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user18: frat boy and dad logan all in one post im going to combust

user19: i love how he posts y/d/n more than y/n , he do be loving the honorary dad life

ynuser: cowabunga!

logansargeant: ❤️🏄‍♀️

williamsracing: hope you are enjoying summer break logan!

oscarpiastri: with what skills are you teaching y/d/n to surf?

logansargeant: i’ll have you know im quite good

ynuser: that is generous logan

user23: logan is so dilf coded this makes so much sense

user27: do we wanna take bets on how long it is till he proposes?

user44: gotta be before the end of the season. i’m thinking summer break is the perfect time

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ynuser: pictured: pretty princess logie bear treating his two girls right

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user88: PRETTY PRINCESS LOGIE BEAR

user28: princess logan was not on my bingo card but i am so here for it

logansargeant: i love both of my pretty princesses so much

logansargeant: (i thought we agreed you wouldn’t post these pictures of me and y/d/n)

ynuser: but they’re just so cute 🥹

alex_albon: oh look at this big softie

ynuser: he’s the biggest softie

logansargeant: please i have an image to protect

alex_albon: no you don’t

oscarpiastri: ok twinkle toes

ynuser: don’t make me pull up the pictures of you at y/d/n’s tea party

oscarpiastri: uncle oscar will be quiet

landonorris: SIMP

logansargeant: guilty

user29: he’s not the step father,,, he’s the father who stepped up 🗣️

user13: they’re not even married

user29: YET user13 YET

user34: seeing logan with y/d/n is so healing. we stan a man who loves his kids (even if they’re not his kids just his beautiful partners kids)

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user43: don’t mind me screaming my head off rn

user89: logan hunter sargeant the man that you are

landonorris: post anything other than y/n or y/d/n challenge failed

logansargeant: hey the second photo is just me!

ynuser: you have no business looking that good at the gym

logansargeant: sorry baby 😉

lilymhe: no matter how cute the pic is, socks with sandals is criminal

logansargeant: thanks for the feedback lily 😭

user42: i think these 2 pics might be the death of me

user46: thank you for feeding us papa sarge

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ynuser: y/d/n says she wants to drive logan’s f1 car one time and now he’s got her out here with her own kart. she’s a fast one tho just like her favorite guy 🤍

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user33: project sargeant is a go

user55: honestly y/d/n could drive the williams f1 car.. it may as well be a tractor at this point

logansargeant: had to make sure my girl could follow her dreams!

ynuser: she does want to be just like you 🥹

user76: i am going to lay in the road this is so

lilymhe: i miss little my race car driver!! also im obsessed with her pink helmet

ynuser: we can’t wait to see you in a couple days🫶🏻

maxverstappen1: love to see it! if she needs any pointers, i’d be happy to help 😉

ynuser: you and p should come by! she misses you both (and the cats too)

maxverstappen1: when you’re in monaco next we will get together!

user56: this just in - y/d/n is arrow mclarens next driver!

user38: f1 academy’s newest star

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logansargeant: surprise! we’re getting married and we’re expecting! baby sargeant coming spring 2025. we love you so much already little one 🤍

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user88: just fell to my knees in this walmart parking lot

user46: i’ve never been more happy for two people in my whole life

ynuser: can’t wait to be your wife and meet our little bundle of joy 🫶🏻

logansargeant: i could not be more excited 💙

lilymhe: SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

ynuser: same

alex_albon: my two favorite people are going to get married and have a baby wow

ynuser: 🥹🥹🥹

user34: logan is already the best dad to y/d/n , ik he’s gonna be the best to this little one too 😭

user76: RAHHHHH BABY AMERICA 🇺🇸🦅🦅🇺🇸

oscarpiastri: congratulations you too. big love to you both 🧡

ynuser: we love you uncle oscar

logansargeant: thanks osc 💙

lilyzneimer: YAYY!!!! beyond excited for you both. love love love love you 🧡

ynuser: love you more ms maid of honor 🤍

user75: if y/nlogan have no fans then i am dead

user27: sargenation won with this. our boy is so happy and that’s all that matters

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a/n: thank you for reading!! working my way through my requests so please be patient. likes and reblogs appreciated 🫶🏻

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disclaimer: pictures are not mine and everything i write is fiction

© norrisainz33 || please do not rewrite, translate, or copy any of my works posted here on to any other platform

[5sospenguinqueen]

Bright Lights, Big City | Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: Lando and his girlfriend enjoy their first non-F1 related holiday together in NYC.

Warnings: Swearing. Suggestive comments.

Female reader. Faceclaim Loey Lane

Requested by Anon. "can u do a lando x plus size reader smau of them spending time in nyc. also if it’s not too much to ask can the fc be loey lane please"

Sorry it's not very long but it was hard to find plus!size images, most of them were actually gorg mid!size girlies.

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YourUserName say i’m turning big girls into hoes, oh goddamn 

641 comments

User1 as you should be! empower the big girls 

landonorris yes, ladies and gentleman, that is MY girl 

→ maxfewtrell yes, lando, we all know. we’ve all known for the past year

→ landonorris just making sure some of these men don’t forget it 

User2 i love you so much. you’ve made me learn to love my body so much more

→ YourUserName comments like this make me cry. you should love your body! 🤍

lilymhe the dark hair suits you so well 

→ YourUserName thank you for making sure it didn’t stain my face 

→ lilymhe part of my role as your full-time wife

→ alex_albon whoa, hold up 

→ YourUserName you can’t claim her. where’s her ring, albon

→ User3 takes notes, norris

User4 is lando really dating her?

→ User5 i know. we were all shocked that he managed to bag such a hottie

→ User4 i meant, he seems like he could do better

→ User5 we know what you meant and you’re wrong

→ landonorris @ user5 agreed

User6 i love how you can tell that lando still has control over his insta because he is usually the first to comment on his girl’s posts unless he’s actually in his race car

→ User7 and the fact that he never fails to comment in her defence 

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landonorris NYC has been a blast  tagged: YourUserName

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User8 this was such a calm caption for lando. has the pr team finally gotten to him? 

YourUserName pretty boy 

→ User9 i bet he’s blushing, kicking his feet right now

→ maxfewtrell can confirm 

→ landonorris @ YourUserName you could spit on me and i’d thank you

→ User8 nevermind… pr hasn’t got him

User10 okay but that second picture 🥵 everyone say thank you y/n

YourUserName that view looked even better when you had me pressed against the window

→ landonorris 😉

→ User11 these two are prs biggest nightmare

→ oscarpiastri can confirm

danielricciardo can’t believe you took HER and not me

→ YourUserName it’s been a year, you need to move on now, daniel

→ danielricciardo homewrecker! 

→ landonorris i’ll always cherish what we had

→ danielricciardo liar!

→ YourUsername @ maxverstappen1 come collect your man

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YourUserName when visiting the big apple

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landonorris bark bark woof woof 

→ mclaren this is why you keep getting pulled into pr meetings 

→ User12 nurse, he got out again

YourBFF i knew when i convinced you to buy that bodysuit that you would look hawt in it

YourBFF2 i am no better than a man 🍒👀

charles_leclerc forza ferrari! 

→ landonorris no! 

→ YourUserName sorry charles but i’m contractually obliged to say papaya forever

→ alex_albon i knew he forced you to sign a contract to be his girlfriend

→ georgerussell63 no way she would date him otherwise

francisca.cgomes oh my, i seem to have dropped something 🩲🩲

→ pierregasly excusez-moi

→ YourUserName you heard her. she’s my kiks now

landonorris look as much as you want ladies and gents but don’t forget that i’m the one who gets to take it off at the end of the night 

→ carlossazin55 i miss when you talked like this about me

→ YourUserName @ landonorris how many boyfriends do you have

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YourUserName i finally got to see my first broadway musical!! 

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User13 lando norris seeing a broadway play was not on my 2024 bingo list 

→ YourUserName i think he enjoyed it more than i did

→ landonorris don’t tell people that! i have a reputation

→ User14 no you don’t pookie 

lilymhe xoxo gossip girl

→ YourUserName you know you love me

User15 i can’t believe lando norris and y/n y/l/n are in new york city the same time as me

→ User16 they were watching the same play as me and i missed them!

User17 i saw them walking around central park and the way he looks at her

→ User19 i love the fan that got a video of him tripping over a tree root because he was too busy looking at her 

User1 this so cute. lando really is the blueprint 

User2 yes, queen. get a guy who is more obsessed with you than you are of him 

landonorris you were gone half an hour! i turned around and you had vanished, and i couldn't find you! 

→ YourUserName the hot dog guy saw my mclaren hoodie and asked me if oscar piastri was my favourite driver. then we ended up talking about how much that lando norris guy sucks 

→ User3 somebody please tell me this is real 

→ maxewtrell yes it is. i was there. the poor guy had no idea who she was. it was hilarious 

→ YourUserName i made a friend

→ oscarpiastri piastri for the win! 

→ landonorris @ YourUserName how could you even joke about this. no sex for you tonight

→ YourUserName babe, like you could last a night without sex 

User4 i love her ability to make lando seem like just some guy who simps for his girlfriend and not THE lando norris

→ User5 no literally, you see them together and she’s always ✨her✨ and then he’s just there

User6 they’re feeding us this week

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landonorris 🧡💛

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danielricciardo you two are so cute. it makes me want to kill myself 

→ landonorris do you want us to tell you that you have so much to live for

→ danielricciardo @ maxverstappen1 he’s being mean to me

→ maxverstappen1 please apologise or i’ll have to listen to him crying all week

YourUserName i love you so much 🩵 thank you for the most amazing weekend x

→ landonorris i love you the mostest 🥰

→ User7 guys, they’ve said the L word!! 

lilymhe @ francisca.cgomes we’ve lost her

→ francisca.cgomes and to a vroom vroom boy, no less

→ lilymhe the horror

→ alex_albon @ pierregasly should we be offended?

→ pierregasly about losing our girlfriends or being called vroom vroom boys?

→ YourUserName my girlfriends 

georgerussell63 i don’t think that last pic is pr approved

→ mclaren it’s not but we’re letting it slide because they're cute

YourUserName wait a second, did you scribble over the logo on my shoes

→ landonorris can’t be posting unsponsored brands, babe

oscarpiastri i don’t think i ever needed to know you like that

→ landonorris you’ve seen worse

→ oscarpiastri and heard! i keep asking zac to make sure we don’t have hotel rooms next to each other, and each time i’m let down

User9 okay but your OTP could never 

User10 they really are the hottest couple 

User11 i want them both to step on me

User12 lando norris, the man that you are

User13 he could run me over with his car and i would thank him

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[fayes-fics]

Textual Encounter

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, modern AU

Summary: Text fic. Wrong number meet-cute over text.

Warnings: none... this is fluff and humour.

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Fic request fill for Anon (HERE). I kept it fun and fluffy, but yeah, I can see a sequel where they sext. Thanks to @colettebronte for the read-through. Enjoy! <3

Y/N: Hey Liz, it’s y/n y/l/n. Kindle Spa gave me your mobile. Said you had moved to another salon. I don’t trust anyone else to wax me tbh. Big date this week, kwim 😉 Can I get an appt? I’ll come to you. Doesn’t matter where. 

BB: Errr, I think you have the wrong number…

Y/N: Not Liz?

BB: Nope, Ben here. 

Y/N: Not a waxer, I presume?

BB: I may have waxed lyrical in my time, may even have lit a few candles. Have not waxed anyone no - my own body or anyone else’s. Yet. But I’m game to try anything once...

Y/N: Lol.

BB: Big date, eh?

Y/N: ….Yeah. Not that it's any of your business, stranger Ben.

BB: Fair. BB: Does it hurt?

Y/N: ??

BB: Getting waxed.

Y/N: Oh. Yeah. Like a motherfucker. But you sorta get used to it, tbh. And it’s so much less itchy than shaving regrowth, especially in sensitive areas… Wait, why am I having this convo with a complete stranger?!

BB: We don’t have to be strangers. BB: I’m Ben, 33, London. BB: I have no strong opinions on hair removal methods.

Y/N: lol. K. I’m y/n, 28, also London. Y/N: I, as you can see, do have some opinions.

BB: Hi y/n 👋 BB: I hope you can find Liz. Or someone else to assist with your hair needs.

Y/N: I would like it stated, for the record, I’m not hairy like a troll. I just like to keep things neat.

BB: The lady doth protest too much…

Y/N: You are cheeky for a stranger.

BB: Hey, I thought we agreed. Not strangers. Me Ben. You hairy troll.

Y/N: BLOCK.

BB: Just typing it doesn't work, you know.

Y/N: You should work at the Apple Genius Bar.

BB: Hmm, possibly. I do look good in blue. Or so I've been told.

Y/N: Always glad to provide career counselling.

BB: 🫡

4 days later.

BB: How’d your date go?

Y/N: That's odd. I don’t see a Genius Bar appt in my calendar…?

BB: iCal is a lying bastard. BB: I also assume you now can move faster through water.

Y/N: ??

BB: Waxed smooth like a dolphin…?

Y/N: 😆 Y/N: Entirely none of your business, but yes, actually. Well mostly. I leave some. Why am I telling you this?! Y/N: The guy was such a dud tho, I didn't get to show it off 🙁

BB: Please don't stop on my account. This is just delightful.  BB: I apologise on behalf of all men.

Y/N: For what?

BB: Having 4 sisters, I find the safest answer here is usually… everything, of course.  BB: But specifically, your rubbish date.

Y/N: Apology conditionally accepted. Y/N: 4 sisters?! 

BB: Only conditional? What do I gots to do to make it unconditional? BB: Yeah, I know… I’ve got 3 brothers too. My parents were really into each other. 

Y/N: IDK, serve a mean martini? Y/N: Understatement.

BB: That could be arranged. I took an online mixology course during lockdown.  BB: My sister El declared I'm better than Stanley Tucci. Admittedly, that was after 4 espresso martinis… but I'm taking it. She's opinionated but the best one. They are a weird bunch tho 🤔

Y/N: WOAH WOAH WOAH. That's a bold claim.

BB: Well, there’s only one way to dispute it: try one for yourself…

Y/N: Smooth, Genius Bar, smooth.

BB: I do my best 🤷

1 day later.

Y/N: I can't get my AirPods to work.

BB: You do realise I didn’t actually follow your career advice?

Y/N: Urgh. Inconvenient. What use are you then?

BB: As I said. Cocktails. I’ll try my hand at waxing if you want.

Y/N: Best stick to the day job. Which is…?

BB: Graphic design.

Y/N: Oh, that’s quite cool. 

BB: It pays the bills. You?

Y/N: MI-5

BB: Wow, you're a shit spy.

Y/N: It could be an excellent double bluff…

BB:

Y/N: Oh, we’ve graduated to memes now, have we, Genius Bar?

BB: It was called for.

Y/N: I’ll take it. Purely cos it's a Hemsworth.

BB: I would too, tbh.

Y/N: Bi?

BB: For a Hemsworth? Always.

Y/N: Anyone else?

BB: I’ll keep you posted.

Y/N: I'm on the edge of my seat.

3 days later.

BB: Oscar Issac.

Y/N: Good non sequitur evening to you, too, Genius Bar Ben.

BB: For the bi thing.

Y/N: Ahh. Got it. I can respect that.

BB: This is me, btw: www.instagram.com/benbridgerdesign.  BB: Figured you can decide for yourself if I'm a creeper.

Y/N: Appreciated.

3 minutes later.

Y/N: You paint?

BB: I dabble

Y/N: Modesty will only make me like you more.

BB: You like me?! 🥹

Y/N: You didn't mention you were handsome.

BB: There is no way to respond to that without me sounding like a twat.

BB: But thank you 😊

Y/N: This is me: www.instagram.com/ynhandle 

7 minutes later.

BB: Oh, Amalfi is so beautiful, isn't it?

Y/N: Wow. That's a deep cut. How far did you scroll back??

BB: 👀

Y/N: Yeah, it's beautiful. Shame it's tainted for me now. Was there with an ex.

BB: I saw. Very handsome.

Y/N: Are you sure you're not just into men full-stop?

BB: 🤷 BB: You’re very pretty, too.

Y/N: I’d believe it if you didn't mention my “very handsome” ex first…

BB: I call it like I see it. BB: I have had 4 whiskeys, tho, so make of that what you will.

Y/N: On a school night?!

BB: It’s my brother Ant's birthday. This is like non-optional drunk, I’ll have you know.

Y/N: Happy birthday to him. 

BB: He says thanks. He’s also told me to get off my fucking phone. Which is rich. He is texting his wife nonstop.

Y/N: Hah! Safe travels through Whiskeytown, BenBridger 🫡

BB: I kinda miss Genius Bar…. 😞

Y/N: I can't win…

2 days later.

BB: Settle an argument for me.

Y/N: 🍿

BB: Col, younger brother, never stops eating... He claims Katz Deli is overrated. I argue it's touristy but still good. You’ve been. Where do you sit on this matter?

Y/N: You really did go thru my Insta, didn't you?? Y/N: Thanks for the follow, BTW.

BB: It's a compliment, I assure you. BB: Welcome. And same.

Y/N: Not complaining. And yeah, I agree with you, actually.

BB: Hah! Excellent!!

Y/N: Wait… your older brother is Ant, and your younger brother is Col? You’re Ben. So, like ABC?

BB:  … I already warned you my family was weird.

Y/N: You did. You did.

BB: Now, please excuse me while I go gloat.

Y/N: 👍

5 mins later.

BB: Hi. This is Col. You must be the famous y/n. Ben’s in the bogs, and the mug left his phone on the table unlocked, so this is on him.  BB: He like really likes you. Like a lot. Will you go on a date with him pls? 

Y/N: Err, ok, hi Col. Y/N: Umm, I think Ben should be the one to ask me that. Don’t you?

BB: He’s too scared you’ll say no.

Y/N: I won't…

BB: EXCELLENT.

2 minutes later.

BB: I am so SO sorry about that 😬 He’s such a shit. BB: But… do you mean it?

Y/N: Ask me properly…

BB: Would you, y/n, like to go on a date with me? Please?

Y/N: I would be delighted to Ben. 😀

BB: 🙏 BB: Are you free on Thursday? Could I take you to dinner?

Y/N: Sounds wonderful. 

BB: 7pm? Meet at Picadilly Circus? By Brasserie Zedel?

Y/N: I’ll be there 😀

BB: 😀

10 days later.

BB: I think you should know… Liz is an artiste 😮‍💨

Y/N: Stop texting me from my bed, you dork. 😘 Y/N: How do you take your coffee?

BB: I'm like 10 meters away. Why not just ask me?

Y/N: You started this, Genius Bar…

BB: Come back to bed, Mostly Hairless Troll.

Y/N: I asked for that, didn't I? 🤦

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[itsgiovanna]

private but not a secret

pairing: fem!reader x lewis hamilton (lh44)

type: instagram a.u

summary: you're a very famous actress and is keeping a private relationship with lewis hamilton, you've been together before but things didn't work out. although, there’s a saying that goes: what's yours will find you. maybe they find each other, maybe not. who knows? destiny makes the move.

notes: this is my first instagram a.u, i hope you love it as much as i did 🤍 :)

warnings: fluff, cursing.

face claim: jasmine tookes

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swarovski as we celebrate our 128th year in the business, we’re pleased to announce that the 3x emmy award winner, y/n/l/n, as our new ambassador. 🩵

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yourusername happy to be part of it 🤍☺️

user1 she’s so gorgeous i can’t 😭🥺

user7 LOVE OF MY LIFE

yourinstagramupdates mother is mothering 🥵

user3 wait…. is that an engagement ring?

↳ lovingyourinstagram I JUST NOTICED IT

↳ hater6 she better not be back with lewis 🙄🤮

↳ hater4 i hate her lmao

↳ user2 you don’t even know her stfu

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yourinstagram thank you, @BritishVogue! it was an honor to be part of the october issue 🤍

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zendaya 😍😍😍

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florencepugh i miss you, hottie! ❤️

↳ yourinstagram miss you, flo 🥺💖

user5 STUNNING

user10 can i be you when i grow up?

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lewishamilton there's no place like home. 🇬🇧

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georgerussel looking good for the lady

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↳ user44 GEORGE RUSSEL WHAT IS THIS

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yourinstagram the necklace would look better on me, tho. 🤍

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yourinstagram just got to do the hot laps with mercedes at the british grand prix! thank you @f1 💜

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georgerussel finally, lewis wouldn't shut up about it. anyway, it was good to see you 😄

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danielricciardo still on the soft launch...

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yourinstagram i couldn't be more proud of you, @lewishamilton. congratulations on @Almave! 🤍🥃

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lewishamilton every day in the motherland is more beautiful than the last. much love from us, kenya. 🇰🇪❤️

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yourinstagram one month ago, this happened… i'm the happiest woman in the world, you've stolen my heart in every possible way and i'm forever grateful for you, @lewishamilton. i can't wait to continue writing our story, my love. i love you, endlessly 🤍💍

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lewishamilton I promise it'll be a thrilling ride, baby. i love you, forever.

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lewishamilton three months ago on 7.9.23 at exactly 10:34P.M we welcomed our little girl to the world, mia nancy hamilton. it's been emotional and incredible at the same time, y/n you're amazing and mia couldn't have a better momma, i love you, darling. altought we're very happy to share the news with you all, we kindly ask for privacy at this moment. ❤️

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yourinstagram thank you for everything, love. i will always be by your side, i'm so happy that it gets to be the three of us now. mia is extremely lucky for having a caring, loving and admirable daddy like you, @lewishamilton. i love you more than my words can express, can't wait to have you home 🤍

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[bisexualiteaa]

Hi honey, I just discovered your Cooper fics today and oh my gods. They're incredible, I love the way you write him ❤️. I was wondering, if you're still taking requests that is (no pressure like), if you could do a sub! Cooper x reader? Preferably male!reader or with male genitalia, but fem is totally okay if you're not comfortable with that 😁. I just think Coop with a taller, more muscular partner is neat.

I'm thinking the reader was secretly married to Coop and Barb beforehand, but lost part of their memories after they became a ghoul and one of the best bounty hunters around, wearing a mask. And all they remember about Coop is how beautiful his eyes were (Walton Goggins has the most gorgeous eyes ever, I swear 😫) So the reader wants the head too and tags along with the gang, eventually getting closer to Cooper. During a fight, reader gets hurt and Coop comes over to help them, but reader is finally close enough to properly see his eyes and realises it's him. Coop takes off the mask, reader remembers, there's tears, kisses, and eventually super soft, subby sex.

So, really just really angsty, then fluffy when they find each other after 200 years. Reader taking care of our baby girl Coop, and him just accepting the love and being a pillow princess. Maybe a little overstim and edging if we're feeling spicy 😉.

I'm so sick for this man, it's unhealthy. Thanks again for your amazing work, love. I absolutely made my day better! (Sorry for how long this ask is 🙃).

It’s Been a Long, Long Time

Cooper Howard x Ghoul Fem Reader (angst-fluff!)

CW: pre-ghoul Cooper, established relationship, reader and Cooper were married and had a child together, character death, cursing, angst!! But don’t worry, it’s a happy ending, slight OOC Cooper, slight deviation from the TV series

AN: not me posting this at 3am before I leave for a trip for the weekend, I feel like I’ve depraved y’all! 😂 I wanted to post this to give y’all some good Cooper Content ™️ before I go on a three day hiatus for vacation! 🥺 Thank you all to the people who have submitted asks, I promise I am still working on them/towards getting to them! ❤️ In the meantime, I hope you all enjoy this one! @kinatanhi I hope I did your request justice! I know it’s a little tweaked from what you sent in and forgive me, I wrote this literally an hour ago at 2am because it finally came to me what I wanted to write, but seeing as it was written at 2am, y’all please forgive me if it isn’t my best work, I tried my best lol. 😭❤️

You smiled happily as you danced with your husband in your shared, quaint little kitchen, his hands coming to rest at your waist as they always did, and your arms looped around his neck. You were thankful that the producers on set of his movie, as well as his agent, allowed him to come home early in order to celebrate your birthday with you. You stood smiling up at him as you two danced- well, more like swayed, to the slow music playing from the radio. You lay your head against his chest, smiling as your eyes set on the gorgeous flowers that were lying on the kitchen counter that he brought home just for you. You smiled up at him when you caught him staring down at you with nothing but love and adoration in his gaze. “What’s that look for, hmm?” You asked with a playful smile, making him chuckle and flash that gorgeous smile of his that you loved so much, almost as much as his eyes that you swore you could be lost in forever. “Nothin’, just that I’m lucky enough to have married the most beautiful woman on this earth” he said, making you hum appreciatively at his cute answer. “Oh stop it, you charmer you” you replied, making him scoff in fake offense, making you giggle at his dramatics. “I’ll have you know I don’t go throwin’ that ‘round willy-nilly, little lady” he assured, making you smile wider at him as you laughed. “I know, I’m a lucky woman to call you my husband” you replied sweetly, getting up on your tip toes to kiss him as you looped your arms around his neck once more.

Those were better days, days when things were so simple, times where all you had to worry about was nothing more than how long the pie was in the oven, or how your baby was doing. It was a pleasant memory, one you’d never forget as the last time you’d seen your husband since the war. That night flooded your memories each time you’d lay down to close your sunken in eyes, they were the only thing about you now that remained as human as they were back before you became a ghoul. You swore to yourself that you’d find him one day, swore that you would kill the bastards that started all this, that took your baby girl away from you before she had a chance at a good life and separated you from your husband. You prayed each and every night that he was still out there, still alive somewhere, roaming the wastelands like you were. You knew it was doubtful at best, maybe it was better if he wasn’t alive to live through the shit you have, to see the way you look, but one could only hope for the better things. You no longer looked the same way you used to back then. Your soft, nearly perfect skin was now marred and leathery, your teeth yellowed from radiation exposure, poor diet and lack of ability to actually care for them, and your nose was now missing completely from your face, a deep hole sitting where the cartilaginous appendage once did. You wondered if he would even love you still in this state, if he’d even recognize you. You couldn’t blame him if he didn’t, you weren’t that same woman anymore physically or emotionally. Anger and vengeance had a hold on your heart like a vice death grip, you were kind to those who deserved it sure, but to those who crossed you? Those who hurt you? Let’s just say there’s a reason you’re a feared bounty hunter out here in the wastelands and not in a vault somewhere.

You were walking into Filly one late morning, coming to pay a visit with Ma June to see if there was anything she needed, any bounty she may have had for you for some extra caps. Your supply of chems to keep you from going feral was running low, you were down to your last bottle in your inhaler, and in desperate need of more. As you strode into town, you pulled your bandana up over your nose, effectively covering your face below your eyes, your large hat casting a shadow on the rest. You weaved your way through the vendors as they were trying to shove goods at you and anyone who was behind or around you. As you waded though, your ears caught the sound of a deep, southern accent that sounded awfully familiar to you. “I ain’t interested unless you got RadAway” he spoke harshly to the vendor haggling him, and you had to do a double take. He sounded just like your husband. You turned in the hopes to place a body to the voice but by the time you could, he was already lost into the crowd, impossible to find amongst the sea of people now that he wasn’t speaking to anyone anymore.

You huffed to yourself, wondering if maybe you were just hearing things, or maybe you were just plain out delusional at this rate. It wouldn’t shock you, between the years of radiation exposure, radiation sickness, and everything in between, you wouldn’t be shocked to find out you’d gone mad. However you wanted ever so badly for it to have been him that was speaking. To run up to him, arms outstretched, tears down your face but a happy smile as you called his name. But you couldn’t, you couldn’t even find the man attached to the voice anymore so why make a fool and draw attention to yourself. No one took kindly to ghouls. So with a heavy heart, you pushed on, making it to the doorstep of Ma June’s shop when you heard him again. “50 caps? That’s just plain ridiculous. 30, take it or leave it” he bartered, making you turn around again, only this time you caught him. You spotted a man that was tall, around the same height as your husband, clad in a wild western style cowboy outfit. You thought it was familiar, from the hat all the way down to the boots, it reminded you of him but a lot of people out here in the wastes wore Wild West themed clothes, deeming themselves cowboys and cowgirls of the wild wastelands. You wished he would turn around, you needed to see his face, hell just his eyes would be enough to sate the curiosity that was eating away at you. You’d forever recognize those eyes, they were so unique, so him. So beneath the shade you stood, observing him from a distance to be safe. That was until Ma June saw you standing there through the window of her shop, and she had a job for you that was important so she couldn’t wait for you to be done with whatever it was your were doing before she drug you inside. “What are you standin’ around out here for? I got a job for you!” She exclaimed, grabbing you and pulling you inside right as the man turned to walk away. You groaned in frustration as your only chance at an answer was stolen from you, but little did you know that your commotion made him stop to watch curiously as you went inside. Something about that dress you were wearing looked awful familiar to him but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it, so he just kept walking.

As the next couple of days passed by, the curiosity was absolutely eating away at your mind. You wondered if you were on the brink of going feral with how your thoughts were screaming that it could have been him. You wished she would have waited until you could have gotten a better look at him than just his back and his clothes, though they felt familiar, akin to something he would have worn on the set to his movies, you just couldn’t be sure. So you continued on, traveling with a random person’s head in your bag, wrapped up in an old T-shirt that was soaked through with blood now as you were on your way back from your bounty for Ma June. It was a particularly hot day outside, one of those days where no matter how much water drank, you just couldn’t keep the heat away or the dehydration at bay. So as you sucked down the last of your water in your canteen, you did your best to stave off the coughing fit that was bubbling in the back of your throat like a horrible itch you just could never scratch. Unfortunately for you, it wasn’t enough, and seeing as you hit your inhaler for the last of your supply yesterday, you were shit out of luck. Damn it, you were so close too, you felt it. You couldn’t go like this, not without finding him, not without avenging your child and going after those Vault-Tec bastards that stole her and your husband from you. “Damn it!” You choked out as you clutched your chest, your coughing fit sending you to your knees in the sand where you laid in the hopes that it would let up sometime soon and you could continue moving. This couldn’t be the end for you, it just couldn’t be. You wouldn’t let it.

As you laid there, throat burning as you were hacking up your lungs, you saw a figure walking along the horizon in the distance. You wondered if maybe this was what they spoke of when people said their loved ones come and take them away right before they pass, or maybe it was just another hallucination, all you knew is that they were coming closer and closer to you. You reached for your gun with all the strength you could offer through your coughing fit and weakened state, unsure of whether they were a raider or someone with just plain ill intention. As they drew closer, you looked up to see another ghoul stabbing before you, his cowboy hat casting a slight shade over his face but even through the tears in your vision you could see his eyes. They were gorgeous, they looked just like how you remember your husband’s looked the last time you had a chance to look into them, making you look him over but it was so hard to tell. He was a man who had succumbed to the same fate you did, leathery skin, no nose, ruined ears, but his eyes…god they were so familiar. You saw him cock his head while looking at you, investigating your features, you could tell there was something about you that he was intrigued with.

“I feel your pain there, sister” he said, that southern drawl coming out sounding just like him, and god how it made your heart ache. He bent down to see you better, taking a better look at you. “I’ll be damned if somethin’ ‘bout you ain’t familiar though” he said, making you look up at him, and in that moment as he looked into your eyes, he could have sworn it was you, his long lost wife. He held hope it his heart, but it was a cruel world out here, he couldn’t be sure. “Your eyes, they look a lot like my wife’s did” he said, and you took that as your chance to see if it was really him. “C-Coo…per…?” You rasped out the best you could, needing to know if it was really him, needing to know if he was alive or if you were just going crazy. His eyes went wide for a moment before reaching for his gun, making your heart jump in your chest with anxiety. “How do you know my name?” He asked coldly, his eyes looking angrily upon you and it made your heart wrench in your chest but beat fast all the same to know it was him. “Tell me! How do you know my name?” He said angrily, making you raise your hands up to show you weren’t dangerous, you cursed your inability to speak properly or else you’d have answered his question already. “Be..cause…we were…Mar…ried” you rasped out once more, showing him your wedding ring that he bought you that rested on your ring finger, making him soften up for just a moment. “After two hundred years… could it really be?” he asked softly to himself in disbelief, but once again, he reminded himself that this world was a cruel place where people stoop to things lower than they ever did before. To him, you could have been anyone, maybe no more than a random stranger who pick pocketed that precious ring off of his wife, a total stranger playing as his beloved to get to his weakness. He pointed his gun at you once more, making tears come to your eyes even more now, had you said something wrong? Why was he mad at you? You hadn’t left on bad terms last you remember, but then again it’s hard to remember as far back as two centuries. “How do I know, huh?” He asked aggressively, and you figured it was a valid worry, you knew how awful this world was now, you couldn’t blame him for needing the reassurance. He needed to be sure it was truly you. “How do I know it’s really you?” He asked, waiting for you to stop coughing long enough to give him an answer. “What’s…that look…for?” You asked, something you always asked him when he stared at you in awe, or when he looked at you right before you two went to bed, it was like your signature phrase. You weakly removed the bandana covering your face, trying your best to show him any bit of your features left that you could use to show him it was really you. “It’s me…Coop. Y/N…” you rasped as saliva began to well in your mouth at the sight of him, slowly losing control over yourself as time passed. He’d never dropped his gun so fast, or fell to his knees so quick in his entire life than in that moment, the only other time was the moment he found out you were pregnant with his child, dropping to his knees to kiss your belly and place his hands on it excitedly. “Oh my god…Y/N” he said in utter shock and disbelief that you were here, you were alive. You were a ghoul now which hurt him to know you suffered the same pain as him, but you were alive and that’s what mattered most to him, finally having found you after all the years spent hoping you were still alive out here.

“Here baby, here, hold on. I gotchya” he said, quickly grabbing his inhaler with a vial of the chems you’d run out of last night, never needing it more than in this moment to keep you from turning feral on him. He pressed it to your lips, pushing the plunger on it to get the chems in your system. You inhaled it like a breath of fresh cool air, sending you coughing once more but that itch was slowly fading away, you could breathe again. You looked up at him as you laid there weakly, your head in his lap. “My hero” you said weakly, trying to be funny but he was too caught up in looking into your eyes, getting himself to believe what was right in front of him. “Two centuries I’ve spent looking for you…” you said, your eyes scanning him and his features to assure yourself too that this was real, that he really was sitting here before you, alive and well. Or as well as one could be as a ghoul in the wastelands. You smiled as you teared up, seeing the tears in his eyes as he looked down at you, pulling you up and into a hug. “Oh god…I can’t believe you’re alive” he said, hugging you tight and you did the same, burying your face into his shoulder. “I could say the same to you. I always knew you were stubborn, too stubborn to go out the way the rest of the world did” you said, making him chuckle as stray tears ran down your marred cheeks. “I’ve been dreaming of this day…dreaming of the day I’d get to see you and B/N again…” he said, making you grip his duster as the tears flooded down your face even more when he said your baby girl’s name. “Cooper…” you said, making him pull away from you but you weren’t far, he made sure of it. “She…she didn’t make it, honey…I’m so sorry. I tried everything, believe me I did, but it was too late…” you said, making his heart absolutely break in his chest knowing his baby was gone and that he would never have the chance to see her again.

“What was she like? She was so young when it all happened” He asked, holding your hands in his as you two shared in this moment together. You smiled as your hand cupped his cheek softly, your thumb rubbing along his skin that shared the same texture as your own. “Just like her daddy. She had your gorgeous eyes, your beautiful smile and that same stubborn attitude” you said through a laugh, making him chuckle with you as his hand came to hold the back of yours as it touched him. He missed your loving touch, and that beautiful smile that he swore could light up even the darkest rooms. He could hardly believe that you’d still even touch or speak to him now, with the way he looked. He knew you likely held a sympathy for it, knowing all too well yourself what it was like but the fact that you weren’t scared or hateful like others were towards him for it. “She was smart, funny, kind…she was daddy’s baby girl. You’d have loved that about her. It was like a little slice of you was there in her, keeping me going. She gave me hope when it felt like there wasn’t any left in this world to hold onto” you said, seeing a few stray tears stream down his cheeks as you spoke of her. His stomach was in knots, his heart filled with anger and pain to know the wastelands claimed one of his own. “I wish I coulda been there, for both of you. Maybe she’d be here if I was” he said somberly, guilt lacing his tone as he leaned his forehead against yours, not caring if your hats would come off. He needed this, he needed you. “Hey, don’t blame yourself for what happened, you had nothing to do with it. It’s those vile people at Vault-Tec who did this. They took our baby, not you. Don’t you ever think this is your fault” you assured him, holding him close to you as he expressed the most emotion he’s felt in nigh on two centuries.

“We made it pretty good all things considered, held our own well for ten years. I taught her how to use a gun when she turned eight to keep her safe should anything happen to me, did everything in my power to keep her safe, fed and hydrated even on the hard days where supplies were sparse” you explained. “The radiation just became too much for her little body to handle. She was ten years old, I could hardly believe it. It was like I woke up one day and she wasn’t a baby anymore, our little girl had just grown up so fast” you said, remembering those days as tears clouded your vision, streaming down your cheeks like small rivers, watching the droplets fall into the sand beneath you. “I’m sorry Cooper, I’m so sorry…” you apologized, making him hold you tight and hush you as you did. “I shoulda been better…if I was better maybe she’d still be here now” you said, taking the blame for something you knew you had no control over, but it left you guilty all the same. “Shh, don’t go thinkin’ like that. I’d say from the sounds of it, ya did a damn fine job managin’ that long out in this shit hole just the two of you. You always were a great mom, and an equally great wife” he said, making you sniffle as you smiled at him at that reassurance. “I did all I could, there was hell to pay for anyone who stood in my way, that’s for sure” you said, making him chuckle because that was exactly how you were before the war too. You always wanted what was best for your family, and you were willing to go great lengths to keep your husband and child happy. “I know you said you been lookin’ for me for a long time…but I ain’t the same man I was back then” he started. “But I got a feelin’ you ain’t exactly the same woman anymore either, so maybe we can still work this out, you and me” he said, making you chuckle. “No, I’m not. And if that means you don’t love me anymore I-“ you spoke but you were cut off by the feel of his lips against your own. They were thinner now, dry and marred by radiation just like yours were, but you could still feel the passion behind it, the love in it. No amount of radiation could ever take that away. “You lettin’ all the radiation get to that brain of yours? Of course I still love you. I lost ya once, I ain’t losin’ you again, that’s for damn sure” he said, making you laugh as more tears fell, only these ones were happier ones now. You squeezed his hand that was in your own as your heart raced in your chest. “You have no idea how happy that makes me to hear, Coop” you replied, kissing him once more with all the passion two hundred years of separation could hold behind it. “I love you, and I’ve missed you so damn much” you said, pressing your foreheads together once more as you fought the tears that began to turn into a sob. “I love you too darlin’, missed you like crazy. The world ain’t been the same without you” he said, making you sniffle as you felt the same way. “And if you’ll still have me, I’d like to make that a world of the past” he added, making you chuckle tearfully. “Of course I will” you said, allowing his heart to rest assured that you were still his girl, making him smile as he looked down at you, his thumb rubbing along your cheek to wipe away your tears.

You smiled back up at him, your hand coming to the back of his as you remembered the moment from your birthday again all those years ago, slow dancing in the kitchen with him. “What’s that look for, hmm?”You asked, just like you did that day, making him grin as he thought of the right words to say. “Nothin’ just that I’m lucky enough to have married the most beautiful person on this earth” he replied, making you chuckle. It was just what you’d been needing to hear all this time. “And how lucky I am to have her back in my arms where she belongs” he added, making you giggle before kissing you once more. Desert be damned, Cooper had his wife back after so long spent searching for her, and he was going to make damn sure she knew how much he missed her all these years.

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stop the world i wanna get off with you ! kimi r. x ofc (coppola!ofc)

“with the exception of you, i dislike everyone in the room.”

summary: vera jones ‘coppa’ coppola-raikkonen happens to be one of the three original it girls of formula one. funnily enough, she’s also the one to give birth to the loudest/messiest versions of the iceman as she continues her journey as a mother and a wife (all while she’s a director of the most iconic movies to have existed).

content warning: fictional raikkonen kids, mentions of breakups, mentions of tilly hearth and trish alonso (ofc) use of explicit language, family banters in social media

note: i know i have the most random selection of drivers on my masterlist but i swear i’m just tryna indulge in my lil bubble of happiness.

masterlist

tagged romaraikkonen, kimimatiasraikkonen

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user1 icegirl on fire as always 🧊🔥

user2 real hot girl shit of you roma 😩

arthurleclerc aroma, you’re supporting the wrong leclerc 😀 liked by veracopparaikko

romaraikkonen i can tell you that my shirts are nothing of an inchident. trust. liked by veracopparaikko

charles_leclerc i cannot believe i am being picked on by my favourite icegirl 😠

romaraikkonen hardly picking on you when i got ur name and face on my shirts??? smh i didn’t ask mum to get them for me to get called a h8r

rooraikkonen cool story maniac, can you run over jolauriraikkonen next?

romaraikkonen i’ll start with you first then i go target johann next, yes?

jolauriraikkonen what did i do??? i didn’t leave your pc plugged in, akka rooraikkonen witch

veracopparaikko kimimatiasraikkonen your kids are at it again, kimi.

kimimatiasraikkonen not my problem

veracopparaikko 😠

jolauriraikkonen it’s okie mum i’ll make sure dad sleeps on the couch tonight 😉

jolauriraikkonen dad did say 3 sprint races win = i get to go to the next three races too 😍 thank you for the team effort romaraikkonen liked by veracopparaikko

romaraikkonen omagaaaaa these are officially the worst races ever

ferraridriveracademy how are we going to put you two together in one room then?

romaraikkonen don’t.

jolauriraikkonen i’m gonna sob, this is a w for me

romaraikkonen what are you even doing up??? aren’t u like 14?

veracopparaikko question is: why are you even on your instagram? 🤨

jolauriraikkonen oh so when dad does it, it’s okay? he has to get up early too you know???

kimimatiasraikkonen please don’t involve me in this

user3 we love an unproblematic king 😭😭

user4 why are these kids so funny 🥲

kimimatiasraikkonen so proud of my girl 🧊❤️ liked by veracopparaikko

romaraikkonen like father like daughter 😉❤️🤝

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jolauriraikkonen 1/10. she looked more like the bottom of beetlejuice’s foot than the lady herself.

user1 naw johann-lauri got kimi’s humour for sure

rooraikkonen i’m gonna crash to your kart next time and you’re going to be crying to dad and dad will literally just laugh at you

kimimatiasraikkonen no, i won’t.

user2 LMFAO KIMI PLEASE

jolauriraikkonen hahahahahahaha cry

kimimatiasraikkonen second time this day, johann. next time i’m taking the switch. liked by veracopparaikko

user3 ruh-roh raikkonen is at it

jolauriraikkonen my bad g 🤝

kimimatiasraikkonen all good g 🤝

user4 a proof that johann is kimi-coded ^^

rooraikkonen thank you sooooo much mummy !!! i thought i was going to cry for a minute then i realized how much of a baddie my mummy-producer-writer-director is 😭😩 liked by veracopparaikko

veracopparaikko you fluster me, rooney tunes! ❤️

kimimatiasraikkonen your performance is very good, rooroo! henrik and betty were excited to see you on stage 😍 liked by veracopparaikko

rooraikkonen dad, betty-elina can barely hear from that headphones we got her.

rooraikkonen though i could hear henrik’s screaming during the intermission. 😂

rooraikkonen thank you daddy !! i’m glad i’m making the iceman proud 🧊💕 liked by veracopparaikko

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jolauriraikkonen y’all cannot one up my mother because her resume is long as heck. she’s: mother, director, writer, actor, producer, photographer 😎 liked by veracopparaikko

jolauriraikkonen look at me and the boys though 😎

user1 you’re the coolest brother ever

rooraikkonen bc he’s the only brother henrik got 😂😂😂

user2 iceman and his iceboys and his ice cream

user3 too cold in here lads 🥶

romaraikkonen look at my cool lil man and dad 😍 oh and johann liked by veracopparaikko

jolauriraikkonen count ur days bestie

user4 where did the american-italian look go, vera?? 😭

rooraikkonen speaking on behalf of mum. the coppola genes had gone away as soon as romania came out, but uncle nicolas cage definitely did not leave

user4 subtle flex but okay pop off bestie 🔥

kimimatiasraikkonen such handsome boys liked by veracopparaikko

veracopparaikko i agree

romaraikkonen so do i

rooraikkonen me too

jolauriraikkonen i agree too

[f1byjessie]

A PICTURE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS ━━ LN4.

sometimes the right words are hard to come across, and sometimes everything you need to say can be captured in an image.

( lando norris x photographer!reader )

━━ part seven.

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yourusername february has come too soon… thank you to these wonderful lads for all they’ve done for me in the short time i’ve gotten to work with them. i’ve been a manchester city girlie my whole life, and getting to see the time and effort all of these men have devoted to this team and this sport ensures i’ll stay a manchester city girlie for the rest of it. but it’s lights out and away we go, and it’s time i get myself back into some papaya 🧡

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mancity Training won’t be the same without you!

↳ yourusername can’t say i’ll miss all the times i was nearly clocked in the head by a ball, but i’ll definitely miss all the happy smiles 🩵

↳ mancity And we’ll miss yours! 🩵

jackgrealish you better not forget about us

↳ yourusername as if i ever could!! i’ll even wear sky blue in the paddock on match days if i have to 🫢

↳ mclaren 😨

↳ jackgrealish real talk though, it was wonderful working with you. you’re an incredibly skilled photographer and having you around was loads of fun. we’ll miss you lots, but we’ll be cheering you on with the mclaren lads

↳ yourusername you’re gonna make me cry grealo 😭

erling.haaland we will miss you! 

mclaren Can’t wait to have you back in the garage with us Y/N! We’ve been missing you around here 🧡

↳ yourusername can’t wait to be back! i’ve missed you dearly mclaren admin

↳ mclaren Our love has grown stronger with the distance 😌

↳ yourusername that it has 😉

kevindebruyne great time working with you! best of luck with your future endeavors 😁👍

oscarpiastri you look better in orange anyways

↳ yourusername since when were you a fashion expert??

↳ oscarpiastri it’s better if i don’t say… 😔

philfoden you gotta come have one last celebration with us before you go!

↳ yourusername if i did that, i’m pretty sure i’d be too hungover to make it to my other job

↳ philfoden maybe that’s the plan 👀👀 if you can’t get there then you’re stuck with us

chloekelly come work with the girlies next time babes! we’re jealous the boys hogged you all for themselves 😜

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mclaren the muses and the artist

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yourusername i had no idea this was being taken…

↳ mclaren We felt the need to share your beauty with the world! 😁

↳ yourusername you just wanted to show me off and prove i’m back with mclaren

↳ mclaren And if we did? 😁

oscarpiastri when the photographer becomes the photographed

user THE LADS AND LADY ARE BACK

user y/n is my favourite part of f1 actually sorry mclaren 🫣🫣🫣

↳ user i think the admin understands with the way they flirt in the comments lmao

user 🧡🧡 MCLAREN 2024 WORLD SUPREMACY 🧡🧡

user i’ve been following y/n’s stint over with the football club and i’ve been so jealous waiting for her to come back to mclaren!! her photos are on a whole different level of skill and i can’t wait to see oscar and lando’s smiling faces in her style again!!

user awww i’m kinda sad she left man city, i really liked her work and it was like a crossover of my two favourite sports teams ☹️

↳ user me too, but if she worked during the off season with them then she might do it again next year or during the summer

↳ user i think the 24/25 premier league season starts up again in mid august, but the f1 summer off season is supposed to end in late august so i don’t think that would really give her enough time to start a gig

↳ user that’s a shame

↳ user not necessarily! footballers do get a bit of a break to take vacations and recover mentally and physically during the summer, but a lot of them are back at their clubs a good chunk of time before the new season starts. assuming man city makes it to the finals in the champions league, their last confirmed scheduled match will be on june 1st, and the 24/25 premier league season starts on august 17th, which means they’ll probably be back at etihad in late july/early august if not sooner

↳ user at the very least, i hope her time with man city has gotten more people interested in f1 🙌

↳ user i’m not too sure… when she started dating ward apparently there was lots of backlash from city fans so who knows what the overall perception of her is over there

↳ user still shocked about that, i had kinda thought her and lando were together since they seem so close 🤔🤔

user mclaren admin please post more y/n behind the scenes bc she doesn’t post herself enough and we always love to see her 🙏🙏🙏

↳ user REAL

landonorris looking good! 😁🧡

↳ user what a bland comment…

↳ user bro gives us radio silence for weeks and THIS is what he comes back with..?

↳ user trouble in paradise methinks 🧐

user haven’t seen any of the garrett ward stans causing a stir in these comments which either means war is over or the mclaren admin isn’t taking any shit and is deleting them, in which case good on you mclaren admin for defending your wonderful official unofficial gf 😩😩

↳ user mclaren admin is better at protecting their official unofficial gf than garrett ward is at protecting is actual official gf 🤨

There’s a certain sense of rightness that comes from being back amidst the McLaren staff dressed in the bright papaya orange. Manchester City had been a fun adventure, and you hadn’t been lying when you told the team you’d miss working with them, but Formula One is where you belong and that had become more and more apparent as the last days of January came to an end.

The last couple of weeks had been nice. The boys had thrown you a small party on your last day, with a cake that they all spent a good hour running off afterwards. Jack had made you promise to keep in touch, and you planned on holding true to that and keeping him updated with selfies from each of the Grand Prix locations at the very least.

The dates with Garrett had worked as planned, his agent was already claiming that just you two being spotted together more than once was doing wonders for his reputation, and Garrett had been treating you civilly since then. You still resented him for how exactly he’d forced you into this situation, but you’ve managed to find a middle ground of at least appreciating what the arrangement can also do for you.

As for Lando, you hadn’t yet gotten any confirmation about how things were going with your plan. Apart from refusing to meet your eye all day and resolutely staring either into the camera or anywhere that wasn’t you, he’d been professional.

Things felt like they did back in 2019━ back when you were convinced he was just an arrogant, pretentious, self-righteous prick with a complex. You’re torn between hating every moment of it and feeling wickedly vindicated by forcing him to acknowledge the consequences of his own actions.

At the very least, however, you have Oscar.

You’d gotten to know him relatively well in 2023, not to the same extent that you knew Lando of course, but Oscar had filled a brother-shaped hole in your heart that you hadn’t even known was there. His teasing was shy at first, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to act that way with you, but the ribbing you’d given back had been assurance enough and he’d been a steady presence at your side ever since, cracking jokes at your expense.

There’s an unspoken agreement between the two of you that you both act as an escape. It was never acknowledged, it kind of just came to be as you both got to know one another, but you’re to Oscar what Oscar is to you━ the person you can go to when you need to pretend your more serious problems don’t exist and when you don’t really want anyone asking questions.

That’s why it surprises you when Oscar asks, “What’s going on between you and Lando?”

There’s nobody else in the car park, the sky is dark and most of the staff have already gone home or━ in the case of a few engineers━ won’t be leaving until the sun is rising tomorrow morning. The silence makes Oscar’s voice sound a bit louder, a bit harsher, a bit more like being doused in cold water.

It’s easy enough to ignore the reality of the problems between you and Lando when you hide behind your frustration. It’s even easier when Lando is so frustratingly good at pissing you off and keeping you in a haze of annoyance that perpetuates your justification of letting the tension linger. It’s hard to miss the closeness when you’re too busy being angry at him.

But the quiet emptiness of the world around you now gives you nothing to hide behind and nowhere to run━ not from Oscar’s scary perception, which has never before been locked on to you.

“Not really sure what you mean,” you answer after a moment. “Me and Lando are fine.”

It sounds as fake as it is.

“Yeah,” he scoffs. “Because whatever that tension was today was totally ‘fine.’”

The only real downside to having Oscar fill the brotherly role in your life is that he can be just as annoying as one.

You heave a sigh and shrug, “I don’t really know what you want me to say.”

“Try starting from the beginning.”

You’re at your car now, with your keys in your hand. It would be easy to get in, drive away, and ignore it all. That’s what you and Oscar use each other for anyway━ it’s your dynamic. If you really told him to drop it, you know he would. A single word would make it all go away and you could show up tomorrow morning still pretending like nothing’s different.

But the only other person who knows about everything with Garrett is Jack, and you don’t have him anymore.

So you do. You start from the beginning.

“I’m not actually dating Garrett Ward,” you say. If Oscar’s shocked at the revelation, he doesn’t show it. His face is calm and blank, and it reassures you to continue. “He needed someone to be his pretend girlfriend so he could fix his reputation, and he blackmailed me into agreeing by threatening to make up rumors that would ruin my career.”

You lean against the side of your car, fiddling with your keys. “Right after it happened, I kept trying to reach Lando. Nobody else knew and I was alone and afraid━ I didn’t know what to do but I thought that he, as my best friend, would at least be able to help me calm down and rationalize. But he never answered me.”

Oscar hums.

“When he did finally call━” you bite down on your lip when you feel tears burn at the back of your eyes, “━he berated me the entire time and asked how dumb I had to be to date Garrett of all people. Then, he proceeded to tell me exactly what people online had to say about me and my choices. He didn’t even give me a chance to explain what was going on.”

You heave out a sigh and tip your head back until you’re staring up at the never-ending expanse of the night sky. The clouds from earlier are still there, blocking out the stars and leaving it all an abyss of black.

“He still hasn’t apologized,” you mutter, sniffling. “He hasn’t said a word to me since then.”

Oscar’s quiet for another moment. He’s got his hands shoved into his pockets, and his eyes are focused on where he’s kicking the toe of his shoe down against the pavement. The tap, tap, tap is all there is for a moment, and then he hums again.

“Lando can be a real twat sometimes.”

You burst into laughter, startled. You give Oscar an incredulous look, and he shrugs.

“I mean,” he starts again, “he’s a good dude, but sometimes he can just be stupid. He does something dumb and even though he knows he’s wrong, he doesn’t know what to do about it or how to make it better, so he doesn’t do anything and just hopes that it’ll fix itself on its own.”

You nod. “That sounds pretty accurate.”

Oscar lets himself rest beside you, pulling his hands from his pockets so he can cross his arms. “I’m not saying you need to let this go, but talk to him, yeah? He was able to dodge your calls and texts, but you’re here now and he can’t dodge a face to face conversation for forever.”

“I was gonna try and really sell things with Garrett to rub it in his face,” you admit.

It makes Oscar laugh, and then you’re both laughing and it feels good to have this again.

“You know,” you breathe out when you eventually fade back into silence. “I think I’m in love with him.”

“Garrett?”

“No. Lando.”

Oscar hums.

“I think one of the reasons his whole spiel pissed me off so much is that I’ve been pining after him for years now, pushing it down so that I don’t ruin things or make it awkward━ trying to get over him,” you rub at your eyes, pressing as if it’ll erase the memory of what Lando’s grin looks like and how warm it makes you feel when you’re the one who puts it there. "But then he goes and does things like this and it frustrates me but it also gives me hope that maybe he feels the same way, because why would he get so upset about this if he didn’t?”

“I think you should really talk with him,” is all Oscar says, before pushing off from your car and walking away.

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━━ a/n: i have mixed opinions on how this part came out. it's a bit filler-y, but trying to include anything more would make this singular part longer than i want it to be. but it's also very late (early?) at the moment and i've been staring at this for hours trying to get it done up as fast as i can, so perhaps that's why. anyway, i hope you enjoy!

[spookwyrdie]

👋🏻 heyyy so I was watching some of Skz old content and I kinda noticed how shy Seungmin gets when he's made to do something like dance alone in front of everyone or do aegyo or something. And I'm a huge fan of sub Minnie🤤 so I was wondering if you'd be open to write a fic where he's made to wear a remote controlled vibrator on his cock (and maybe one in his ass too😉) out in public or to dance practice or something that means it'd be a while before he gets to go back home and reader just playing with him and teasing him throughout the whole thing and maybe asking one of the members to record his reactions and send it to you. And like what if Minnie knew that the others were aware of his ✨ predicament ✨ and he's even more embarrassed, trying to keep quiet and act unaffected but you and him both know hes wayy to sensitive for that. 🤭🤭 Just love how red his face and ears get when he's shy or flustered. You're my fav smut author here and I ADORE🥰 your sub skz fics soo much and I'd really love to read this idea in your writing but it's okay if you don't want to. Have a good day/afternoon/night❤️😘

Anon! When I say I thought about this all day, I mean I thought about this ALL DAY.

Here it is!

Only Wanna Be With You~

sub!Seungmin x domme!reader

warnings: smut, sexual content, exhibitionism, public play, vibrators, edging

summary: You and Seungmin hang out at a karaoke bar to unwind, but you have a plan for him. Can he keep his cool in public?

word: 1.5k

a/n: I laughed very hard when Seungmin did this cover at one of their concerts, so I obviously had to add it. I also was thinking about a vibe like this one, in case anyone was curious. <3

You look up from your position on your knees, Seungmin’s cock in your hand as you adjust the cock ring to fit snugly against his groin, “I’m going to ask for the thousandth time, are you sure about this, Minnie?” 

“Y/n, I might be a little nervous but like... I think this’ll be fun.” A blush dusts his cheeks, thinking about handing over such an intimate type of control in public. He’s wearing a silicone cock ring with a vibrator that sits up against his perineum. Just knowing that it's there plus the constant light pressure is enough to twitch against the silicone.  

“Okay, you remember what we talked about, if you want to stop?” 

“Yeah, I snap my fingers at least 3 times,” he says. 

“Good,” you stand, taking his balls in one hand and pressing the motionless vibrator up towards his perineum. He grunts in surprise, the gentle squeeze is enough to have his hips bucking towards you, his hands grab your shoulders to steady his weight. 

You two have been getting together for a few weeks now, learning what the other likes, talking about boundaries, and what sorts of kink you’re both interested in trying. This is one of the first nights where you’re testing the waters, seeing how a little secret exhibitionism feels for him.  

The two of you arrive at the dive bar where you meet the rest of the guys. Celebrating the end of the semester, you all decided a shitty little dive bar on a karaoke night would be a great way to let off some steam. When you walk in, Hyunjin waves you over.  

“We got one of the best booths in the whole place!” he shouts over someone butchering a Lady Gaga song. You slide in next to Hyunjin, Seungmin pressed up against your side. The tablet at the table with a drink list and the karaoke sign-up sheet is shoved in front of your face.  

“Pick one! Everyone is required to do at least one song!” Han shouts over the table. “I’ll buy you a drink if you do something sexy!” 

“You’ll have to buy me a drink BEFORE I do a sexy song!” you laugh.  

You peruse the drink list, grab a couple of beers for you and Seungmin, and mull over the list of songs. Seungmin tries to look over your shoulder while you choose, but you cover the screen with your hand. You give him a playful smile and pass the tablet to him, running your hand up his thigh as he chooses his song.  

Han’s name flashes up on the screen, “Oh shit, MY TURN!” He bounds up to the little stage, pulls the microphone out of the stand, and “Pony” by Ginuwine starts playing. Han is living it up, hip thrusting and doing body rolls, while the table laughs. You sneak your phone out of your pocket and open the app for the remote control. 

Seungmin’s whole body lurches forward as if being electrocuted, his moan covered by the bass from the song. The vibrations shudder through him so hard, the shock from not giving him a warning makes his cock twitch in time with his heartbeat. He grabs your free hand and clamps it in his, rutting his hips into the worn pleather seat below him. Each roll of his hips presses the vibrator further into the sensitive area behind his balls. His head rolls onto your shoulder, whining into your neck. 

“I’ve barely turned the thing on, baby, and you’re already such a mess,” you chuckle in his ear. Pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek as he squirms in his seat. You look across the table, catching Changbin’s eyes as he appraises your situation. He gives you a knowing smirk. 

“Seungmin!” he calls out. Seungmin’s head snaps up, a panicked look in his eyes. “What song did you pick?” 

“I- I picked...” he slams his eyes shut as you amp up the vibrations. The way his face contorts, biting his lip to keep his moans from spilling out, has you salivating.  

You turn your head towards Changbin, meeting his smirk with one of your own, “You’ll just have to wait until it’s his turn to find out.” 

After a few minutes toying with Seungmin, you turn off the vibrator. Your name flashes up on the screen, and you shoo him out of the way to go up for your song. Seungmin’s legs are like jelly, so it takes him a moment to get his bearings.  

You go up to the little stage and your song starts playing. As the intro plays, you notice the boys leering at Seungmin, poking fun at the very obvious hard time he’s having. He looks up at you as you start singing, and you hold his gaze. 

Going with tonight’s theme, you chose a sexy song - “I Touch Myself” by the Divinyls. It’s true, you don’t want anyone else, you sing directly at Seungmin. He’s blushing for a different reason, his jaw on the floor as you confidently sway your hips and run your hands down your body while you sing a song about masturbation directly to your boy and his new little toy.  

During the guitar solo, you fish your phone out of your pocket again and turn on the vibrator again. This time, you take your thumb and match the beat of your song with as you play with the intensity of the vibrations. Seungmin looks like he’s trying to catch his breath, leaning back into the cushion of the booth again, his hands balled into fists on the table. The rest of the boys are chuckling at him, Felix going so far as to whip out his phone and snap a few photos of Seungmin’s agony. 

Your song ends and you turn off the vibrator again, shooting Seungmin a devilish smile. The entire table cheers louder than the rest of the bar. You mosey back over to your table, and you get an eyeful of exactly how red Seungmin has gotten. His ears are so bright, and his cheeks look like they’ve been slapped. You run your fingers through his hair and bend down to whisper in his ear, “Your turn, baby.” 

He looks up at you in confusion, his eyes practically glazed over. You peck him on the lips then point to the stage where the screen is flashing his name. You grab his arm and pull him out of his seat. He wobbles a bit as you push him towards the stage. He grabs the mic stand to steady himself as his song starts. 

“Hootie and the Blowfish?” The whole table giggles at his 90’s soft rock choice. Seungmin glares at the table as he catches your eye. He sings directly to you, adding a little snark to the lyrics. You look back at him, tongue running over your teeth as you hold up your phone again. His eyes go wide. 

“There’s nothin’ I can do, I only wanna be with yo- Uuuungh" he groans out as you turn the vibe up to the highest setting all at once. Somehow, he still finds his singing voice enough to continue the song. Sometimes his voice shakes a little when you bounce the intensity up and down on his vibe, an outline of his cock visible in his dark pants. His cheeks and ears are blazing red, his eyes flutter with arousal and concentration. You can tell he’s holding back, focusing on keeping his hips still. You still notice him convulse every few seconds, his pelvis jerking forward at the change in the vibrator’s speed.  

During the last part of the chorus, you turn the vibe all the way back up and Seungmin literally falls to his knees, masking his moan as the final note to sing. The bar cheers, especially your table, stomping their feet at his performance. He places the mic back on the stand and walks back to the table trembling.  

You're beaming with pride as you watch him return to the booth, unsteady on his feet. He stops right in front of you, grabs your arms and pulls you up, wrapping you in his embrace. He pulls you tight to his body, crashing his lips to yours, engulfing you in a kiss. You barely hear the other boys cooing at you, making kissy noises in your direction. 

“Home. Now. I need you,” he pants out, pressing his cock into your thigh.  

“Aw, Minnie, you’re so worked up,” you say as you lean your forehead against his. Your phone is still in your hand. You take your thumb, moving the intensity of the vibe back up. Seungmin buries his face in your neck, muffling the guttural cry that rips out of his throat as his hips thrust into your thigh. 

“GET A ROOM!” everyone at the table shouts.  

You grip onto the back of Seungmin’s hair, pulling his face gently away from your neck. Tears welling up in his lashes. He just looks so pathetic, eyes pleading for release. 

“Alright, let’s get you home,” you say as you smile sweetly and turn off the vibe. He sags in your arms. You lift his head once again, kissing him so gently. 

“That doesn’t mean I’m finished with you yet.” 

[cissyenthusiast010155]

hi! can i request prompt 19 or 54 (or both if you feel like it) with our lovely lady lesso?<3

Heyyy there @camilaxmartin !! Thanks for the request! I’m already doing another fic with Lesso and 19, so I’ll do 54 for this one ☝️😉 Enjoy (;

Anytime Soon… ~Lady Lesso xFem Student!Reader

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Mommy…Master List

Prompt-List

#54. “You can call me Mommy if you want too…”

Warnings: NSFW, age gap (all legal), implied smut, mommy kink, chocking kink, implied degrading kink, implied praise kink, etc…

Short Blurb

Enjoy (;

“Sorry mum, I mean professor Lesso!” A student blurted in class.

Lesso eyed the student for a minute before moving on.

“Mum? More like Mommy…” you said underneath your breath, making a few students snicker at your comment.

“Something you’d like to share?” Lesso snapped, interrupting your interruption.

“No, sorry Ma’am.” You quickly answered.

Lesso then eyed you before speaking again, “See me after class, Ms. L/N.”

You gulped.

Oh shit…

You anxiously waited till the class was over, and eventually, students started to file out of the classroom.

Lesso rose from her desk and came up behind you.

“Now, I’d love to hear what you said earlier…” she purred into your ear.

You blushed furiously.

But didn’t say anything. You couldn’t.

“I won’t ask again, pet.” Lesso growled, wrapping her fingers around your neck and lightly squeezing.

You unintentionally moaned at her action, trying desperately for nothing to escape your seeled lips, but desperately failing…

“Mommy…” you mewled, through her enclosed fingers around your neck.

Lesso chuckled darkly.

She came closer to your face, licking and nibbling your ear…

“You can call me Mommy if you want too…” she purred into your ear.

You whimpered at her words.

“Hmmmm? Tell Mommy what you want…” Lesso continued her taunts, and she wouldn’t be stopping them anytime soon…

Link to Part 2 😏

[heavyhitterheaux]

Cold Water Part 3

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: There's only so much that First Lady can take before she breaks

Synopsis: You and Urban are still at odds and you try to occupy your time to take your mind off of it. Everything gets to be too much and you find yourself needing not only your husband, but your best friend. The question is does he want to reconcile with you too?

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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As promised, Jack had taken you to both London and Paris to get your mind off of everything that had been happening around you as of lately. He was being supportive as always and was trying to do everything that he could possibly think of in order for you and Urban to apologize to each other. He admits that the argument that he had with Urban had him at a loss for words and he couldn’t quite understand why Urban wasn’t trying to hear you out and give you a chance to explain yourself. That wasn’t like him at all. 

You had not only distanced yourself from Urban, but from the rest of PG as well. You knew that anywhere that Jack went, Urban would be following right along with him and PG and you were trying to ease the tension as much as possible. So that resulted in spending more time away from them as much as they wanted you to be there with them. As of lately you had been spending more time with your sister since she was now a part of your management team, your best friend Saweetie when she wasn’t in the studio or performing, Lil Nas X, Druski, Drake, 21 Savage, and EST Gee since those are people that your husband would approve of. People such as your fans were also beginning to notice the tension between you and Urban. The two of you would always be together and all of a sudden you weren’t. 

Most recently, Jack, along with Urban and Private Garden went home to Louisville while you went to 21 Savage’s birthday party along with Lizzo.

When PG saw the pictures and videos on your instagram, they couldn’t help but to feel some type of way about it. They would constantly be asking for you to go to places with you and you steadily declined.

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y/ninsta: Freak Nik 2022! happy birthday honey 21savage!! 😘

jackharlow: y/ninsta I swear I love when you rock the short hair 😍

y/ninsta: jackharlow thank you my smush 🥰

saweetie: MY BITCHES ATEEEEEEE!!!!

danivalentine: I’m surprised you didn’t upload the twerk video lol

jackharlow: danivalentine WHAT TWERK VIDEO? y/ninsta WIFEYYYY SEND IT TO ME NEOW! 

y/ninsta: jackharlow sending it now baby 😉

druski2funny: y/ninsta send it to me too!

jackharlow: druski2funny I’ll kick your ass, go away

21savage: appreciate you for coming mamas!

2forwoyne: y/ninsta we miss you!

shloob_: y/ninsta there is a short rib with my name on it. I’ve been starving!

druski2funny: y/ninsta thank you for my personal pan of mac and cheese

lilnasx: druski2funny WHAT? y/ninsta why does he get one and I don’t?!?!

y/ninsta: lilnasx I got you baby

champagnepapi: y/ninsta I see why jackharlow hides you along with PG, that cooking is top tier

quiiso: y/ninsta still waiting on my strawberry cheesecake! I put my order in weeks ago!

y/ninsta: quiiso soon lol

claybornharlow: y/ninsta your baby misses you. are you coming to Louisville?

jackharlow: claybornharlow yes her baby does miss her and I am NOT talking about you

y/ninsta: Now, now. There’s enough of me for everyone my loves

jackharlow: y/ninsta do I need to remind you what happened the last time you said that? 😐

y/ninsta: jackharlow but you know I only have eyes for you 😘

And to make matters worse, Urban was flat out ignoring you.

Every time that you would attempt to call him or send him a text, he never answered but you could see how he was reading them.

So, you stopped trying all together.

You didn’t tell Jack because the last thing that you wanted to happen was for more tension to arise since the two of them were now kind of at odds as well. 

It was now reaching the end of October, and you had flown back to Atlanta so that you could visit her.

Her as in your best friend, Autumn.

Every year you made sure to celebrate her birthday and to visit her to update her about your life and what had been going on.

You just wished that she was here to see it and experience it with you.

The drive to the cemetery was a short one and when you and Jack had bought your house in Atlanta, you had done that on purpose. In order to be close to her.

From the time you were three, you and Autumn were inseparable. She was two years older than you and you looked at her like another big sister. You lived next to each other and that was all she wrote. The two of you did everything together, walked to the bus stop in the mornings and in the afternoon, did your homework together and she would help you, and when people would tease you since you happened to be the smallest in your class, Autumn was always quick to defend you. You were always quiet and didn’t bother anyone, Autumn made sure that she quickly put a stop to people messing with her best friend. 

You had no idea what you would do without her until well… you had to do without her.

You had just parked your car when you had gotten a facetime call from Jack and you immediately smiled. Even though it seemed like you were going through actual hell at the moment, he could always manage to put a smile on your face and you were thankful for that.

“Hi smush” You answered while attempting to give him a small smile. Jack could tell that it didn’t reach your eyes and you were putting on a front for him. 

“How’s my baby girl doing?”

“I’m okay. Did you have fun last night?”

“I did, and I could ask you the same thing, I saw the pictures, but I just wish you were here with me.”

You didn’t even answer the last part.

“I need to borrow that Louisville sweatshirt, it looks so comfy.”

“The red and black one? Here you go stealing my clothes.”

“Yes, and how is it stealing when what’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine?”

“I’m not even going to fight you on it, mamas. I already know when I get certain things that I’ll only be able to wear it once and then it somehow mysteriously ends up on your side of the closet.”

“Exactly because you know that you’ll lose and they just wander over to my side. Not my fault.”

“What are you up to? Where are you?”

“Oh, I just wanted to take a drive. It’s really nice outside today.”

“Are you by yourself?”

“Yes, babe. But I’m fine. I’m aware of my surroundings, I promise.”

“Just be careful, you know I don’t like it when you don’t have someone with you.”

“I know, but I’m meeting up with Danielle and Nicole later.”

“Okay, you let me know when you get back home, okay? I love you.”

“I will and I love you more.”

After hanging up with Jack, you grabbed the balloons and teddy bear from your backseat and started to make your way over to where she was buried. 

You placed your blanket down to be able to sit and then set everything on top of it.

“Autumn, it’s been a while but I know you understand why I don’t come as often. It seems like all I do is cry when I do anyway and I know you don’t want that. I always make sure to come on your birthday though. That’s never going to change. So life update, Urban is pissed at me and not speaking to me because he doesn’t understand why I’m so protective of him. I feel as though if he did, he wouldn’t act that way towards me. I have already lost one best friend and I refuse to lose another one all because I didn’t speak up when I noticed that something was wrong. I love him and care about him so much, but all he is stuck on is me ruining every relationship that he has been in. I wish I would have gotten you away from him when I had the chance. I know that you don’t blame me for what happened, but I still can’t help but to feel guilty about it. I just…. I would do anything for you to be able to experience this life with me. I always say that you and Jack would have gotten along and had been best friends. In a way, I think that you sent him to me to protect me seeing as you wouldn’t be able to do it anymore. The timing is literally crazy. How is it that I meet him on the first anniversary of you leaving me? But, no one really knows about you. Not even Jack. I feel as though I should tell him about you since he noticed that every year around when October is about to end, I get sad and there’s a day where I don’t do anything but spend time with you. He has no idea that I even come here. But anyway, I went and did our usual! The mani-pedi, the whole spa treatment day, I went and bought all of our favorite snacks and I’m going to watch our favorite movies and eat them later. I just, Autumn, I don’t know what to do and I wish you were here to make all of this better. You always had an answer for everything and you were always so wise beyond your years. I could really use a hug from you right now, you did always give the best ones”

Just then there was a small gust of wind and you could have swore that you caught a whiff on Autumn’s favorite perfume that she would always wear.

“I… I know that was you. That was always your favorite perfume and I actually bought a bottle of it. But, I only wear it on special occasions. I think the last time I wore it was when me and Jack got married and that was almost five years ago. Just so I could have a piece of you with me that day. So, what else is happening? Well I’m nominated for a shit ton of AMA’s and so is Jack, I recently finished my tour and Jack finished his too. We’ve also been trying to figure out where we want to spend most of our time when I get pregnant. We’re leaning towards Kentucky since it seems like that’s where everyone is, but I’ll still come and visit you. Don’t think I’ll forget about you. And we’re also going to have our big wedding in December and I cannot wait for that. Oh and I came with gifts! I got you some balloons and I got you a teddy bear. Can’t believe you’ve been gone for ten close to eleven years now. But, I promise to keep going no matter what because I know that’s what you would have wanted me to do. I’ll be back soon, okay? I love you.”

—

“Urban?” Curse said while trying to get his attention. She hated the tension that was being the two of you and was trying to do her best to get you two to forgive each other. She felt that if she had never come into the picture that this would have never happened and didn’t want to be the cause of the two of you not being friends anymore. 

“Yes?”

“You need to talk to your best friend.”

“No, because I don’t have shit to say to her.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Yasmin!”

“No, no and NO! The two of you have been friends for ten years and you need to give her a chance to explain why she’s so protective over you since uh NONE OF YOU HAVE. All of you just jumped down her damn throat and cornered her and that was not fair! How can you be mad at her when you don’t even have the full story?”

“There is literally no excuse for her acting how she does.”

“And you know that, how?”

“Like I said she always acts as if the world revolves around her and if she doesn’t get her way she has a damn fit.”

“But how can you get mad when you would literally go right along with her shit too? You would always be right there in the thick of it. You and Jack. And oh, the way you talked to him on the phone a few weeks ago? What the fuck was that? Like the level of disrespect you were showing to her and to him are unacceptable. THEY’RE YOUR BEST FRIENDS.”

“You’re supposed to be on my side!”

“Well, newsflash Wyatt, I’M NOT. Because you’re the one that’s in the wrong. Jack should have kicked your ass for disrespecting her and I just might do it myself!”

“So it doesn’t bother you that we probably wouldn’t still be together if left up to her?”

“You are so dramatic and you need to give her the benefit of the doubt. So here’s my thing. Do not talk to me until you have talked to her first and have made up because the last thing that I’m going to do is come in between a friendship that has lasted as long as the two of you have.”

“WHAT?!”

“Your phone is right there. Call her.”

“But…”

—

Jack had convinced you to come to Louisville to spend time with him and PG and you had finally agreed. 

You just didn’t want to have to run into Urban even though you knew that it was inevitable.

All of PG was staying at you and Jack’s house and since it was so big, you kind of had a plan in order to be able to avoid him.

You had been there for a few hours and PG had been excited to see you when you had walked in the door. Shloob actually didn’t let you go for several minutes earning Jack to be annoyed with him.

All of you would be going to a football game later so you were simply laying down in your room trying to distract yourself with watching videos on tik tok when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in.” You replied and Urban slowly walked into the room.

“Uh hey.”

“Hi.” You responded while barely glancing at him.

“Can we talk?”

“Not if you’re going to yell at me and dismiss me. If that’s the case you can turn right back around.”

“I want for this to be over with and I want to give you a chance to explain since I literally never did and Yasmin threatened me. I already talked to Jack so the only one left is you.”

You sighed before responding and Urban sat down next to you.

“I had a best friend before you when I lived in Atlanta and before I moved to Louisville. Her name was Autumn.”

“Was?” Urban asked while looking at you.

“She was two years older than me. We did everything together and we were very protective of each other. People would tend to pick on me in school because I was the smallest and of course Autumn would be right there to kick their ass. When I was 13 and she was 15 she started seeing this guy who happened to be a bit older than her. He always rubbed me the wrong way, but she was happy and I didn’t want to ruin that. Long story short, she wanted to go to a party with him and I said okay and she wanted for me to cover for her and say that we were having a sleepover at my house. They went to the party, he got drunk, she was tipsy herself so didn’t think too much of it as they were getting ready to leave. It was a head on collision and he was going almost 120 miles an hour. It literally happened a block up from our street. If I would have said something then she would probably still be here. That’s why I’m so protective of all of you, especially you. I’m not losing anyone else.”

“I… why didn’t you tell me?” Urban asked in disbelief trying to comprehend what you were saying. 

“I don’t like talking about it for obvious reasons and you really didn’t give me a chance to explain, you just shut me out.”

“But that’s important, Y/N. You’ve carried that for eleven years! Does Jack even know?”

“No.”

“Then who does know?!”

“Danielle, Nicole, my parents, and now you.”

“Y/N…..”

“It’s fine, Urban.”

“No, it’s not fine!”

“What are you going to do? Bring her back? Nothing will ever be able to fix this and it’s all my fault.”

“But, it’s not your fault!”

“Yes it is. Because I didn’t say anything. The look that her parents gave me when I was explaining everything to the police? They would have rather seen me dead because of what I did or in this case what I didn’t do.”

“You were a literal child, thirteen.”

“They didn’t care. Her mother looked at me in actual disgust and said it. ‘It should have been you instead of her’. Of course my parents weren’t having it and it was just a mess. I’m done talking about this. I can’t…”

You felt your eyes watering and immediately hopped up to lock yourself in the bathroom and Urban was quick to follow behind you.

You had closed the door and locked it before he could get to you. 

“Y/N, come on just…”

“No, Urban. Just…. I hope you forgive me but I need to be by myself right now.”

“Of course I forgive you and I’m sorry for how I acted. That is literally the last thing you need! I’m always here for you, you know that!”

“As of lately you haven’t been!”

“I.. I know and I’m trying to do everything I can to make it right. I’m sorry I shut you out when you needed me the most. I hope you can forgive me for that. I am always ready to kick someone’s ass when they make you cry, but I’m the one that has been the cause lately.”

You didn’t answer and Urban could hear your faint cries from behind the door and couldn’t help but to feel like shit. 

The football game was underway and you were hanging out with Danielle and Nicole as Jack, Urban and everyone else was on the sidelines.

Jack knew that Urban was going to attempt to talk to you and decided to ask how it went since neither of you had told him anything.

“Urb?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you and baby girl good now?”

“Yes I think so, but….”

Urban was hesitant, but he knew that he had to be honest with his other best friend.

“But what?”

“I… it’s not my place to say what she told me. Just.... you need to talk to your wife.”

“Okayyyy is it good or bad?”

“Jack, you just have to ask her about it but I will say that I’m really worried about her. She’s been holding onto that too long and shouldn’t have had to carry that by herself. Safe to say that I felt even more shitty when she told me and she is definitely putting on a front right now. She’s hurting.”

“I’ll make sure to talk to her tonight after we leave and I can tell. She keeps saying that she’s fine, but I know better.”

Meanwhile, you were trying to stay warm as the sun had gone down and regretting your outfit choice. Jack noticed and quickly embraced you.

“Too busy wanting to be cute and not thinking about being warm, huh?”

“Shut it, Jackman. You like the view so stop it.”

“I admit that I do.” Jack responded while leaning down to kiss you.

“Ohh, I need another one.” You said reaching up to meet him halfway.

“Will you two stop trying to make children in front of my eyes?”

“Nicole!”

“Did I lie?!”

You rolled your eyes and simply ignored her as you wrapped your arms tighter around your husband.

“Mmm, you’re so warm.”

“Baby girl?” Jack leaned down to whisper in your ear so that only you would be able to hear him.

“Hmm?”

“I think my wife deserves a nice warm bath when we leave so she can sleep better.”

“Only if you join me.”

“Say less, my baby. I’ll make sure to warm you right up.”

“HEY! WHAT ARE YALL WHISPERING ABOUT OVER THERE?”

“GROWN FOLKS BUSINESS, NICOLE, DAMN!” Jack yelled back at her and she rolled her eyes.

“You got one nosey ass older cousin. I swear she has it out for me.”

“As long as you don’t mess up she’ll leave you alone.”

“I highly doubt that and tell Clay to stop making faces behind me.”

“HOW DID YOU KNOW?!”

“We’ve literally been brothers for how long? I’ve learned your tricks and back up from my baby.”

“Y/N, you know I can get the divorce papers drawn up right now so you can sign them.”

“CLAY! REMOVE YOURSELF!”

“Leave my favorite Harlow child alone!”

“Mamas, I flew you down here to see ME, not him!”

“Oh, I thought it was a 2 for 1 type of situation.”

“BABY!”

“Love you smush.”

“I’m beginning to think that you don’t.”

“Lies you tell and oh can you make me some hot chocolate when we get home?!”

Jack couldn’t make a lot of things, but knowing how much you loved hot chocolate, when he was eighteen he perfected it for you. If he doesn’t make it, you don’t drink it and yours was never as good as his.

“You want me to do what? After you, Clay, and Nicole want to terrorize me? See yourself out Mrs. Harlow.”

Just then you leaned up to whisper in Jack’s ear.

“I’ll let you facefuck me.” Just then Jack’s eyes went wide and he got a small smirk on his face. 

“What flavor you want? Caramel? White chocolate?”

—

As promised, Jack had made your hot chocolate and you requested caramel tonight and white chocolate tomorrow. Now your back was resting against Jack’s chest in the bathtub of the master bedroom in a comfortable silence until Jack broke it.

“Baby girl?”

“Yes, smush?”

“I asked Urban earlier if the two of you were okay and he said for the most part yes, but that there was something else. He wouldn’t tell me because he thought that it wasn’t his place to do so and that he’s worried about you.”

You were quiet and didn’t say anything.

“Mamas? I want for you to be okay and I know that you aren’t, I can’t help you if you don’t let me.”

“Her name was Autumn.”

“Was?”

“She was my best friend in Atlanta before I moved to Kentucky. We lived next door to each other, although she was two years older than me we were inseparable. I was the smallest in my grade and if anyone said anything about it she would be quick to defend me. We were extremely close and did everything together. I remember us planning out our weddings and how we would be each other’s maid of honor and name our first born after each other. We were going to go to college together, have an off-campus apartment. Literally everything was planned out. So, when I was thirteen and she was fifteen, she started seeing this guy. I didn’t really like him and he was a bit older than her. I never said anything because she was so happy and I didn’t want to ruin anything for her. So, one night there was a party and he had invited her to go. I didn’t want to be anywhere near him so I declined. I would cover for her saying that she was sleeping over my house so that she would be able to go. He got drunk and so did she and he made an attempt to drive back to my house to drop her off. He was going 120 miles an hour and crashed only a block away from where we lived and she died on impact, while he lived. That is why I am so protective of all of you, but especially Urban. I lost one best friend before and I don’t plan on losing another one, all because I didn’t speak up when I could tell that something was wrong. Our house in Atlanta is close to where she’s buried and I did that on purpose to be close to her. At the end of October every year, I go and visit her and do all of our favorite things and watch all of our favorite movies. That’s why I go missing and you see that I’m sad. That’s where I was when you called me the other day. I talk to her and update her about what’s going on and I just wish she could have gotten to experience this life with me. You have Urban and all I want is to have Autumn.  I mentioned the other day that I feel that she sent you to me to protect me when she no longer could. We met on the first anniversary of her death. And remember that dream I had? When I mentioned that it showed our wedding and we hadn’t even met yet? Autumn was literally in it smiling at me. Sorry to put all of this on you. Danielle had been encouraging me to tell you, but I wasn’t ready. I hate talking about this and you obviously understand why. Her mother actually looked at me after I got done explaining what happened to the police and said that she wished that it was me that got killed instead.”

“Y/N, first of all never apologize. I’m here for you, always here for you. You’re my wife and I want for you to be okay. I can understand why you never mentioned this because it’s a lot but keep in mind that I’m always here to listen to you and I’m never going to turn you away. You were thirteen and the fact that an adult is wishing death on you? It makes more sense why you’re so protective and why when certain things happen you blame yourself even if it had nothing to do with you. I see why Urb said he was worried about you and he mentioned feeling even more shitty after you had told him.”

“I’d do anything to bring her back.”

“I know, mamas.” Jack answered while placing a kiss on your temple.

“I know she doesn’t blame me or anything since she visits me in my dreams periodically and has told me herself but I can’t help but to blame myself.”

“Knowing what you just told me, that is probably the last thing she wants. She would want you to pursue all of those promises that you made to one another.”

“I know.”

“How about this? You make Autumn your maid of honor for our wedding in December and we’ll have a special place for her.”

“Really?”

“Of course, baby. She’s important to you so she’s important to me.”

“The next time I visit her I have to thank her for bringing me to you.”

“How about I come with you?”

“I know she would love to meet you.”

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y/ninsta: my sweet Autumn, I hope I’m making you proud. This is one of my favorite pictures of us. I promise to keep pursuing my dreams and to keep the promises that we once made each other. Not one day passes when I don’t think of you and think about what the future would have held for us. It’s getting easier to talk about you, but eleven years feels like yesterday to me. Thank you for sending jackharlow and privategarden to protect me when you weren’t able to do it yourself anymore. 

Continue to rest in peace to the best friend that I could have ever asked for.

I love you and hope it won’t be too much longer until we see each other again 💖

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[jun-of-love]

Hi if ever you will read this but i saw this fanfic you written https://www.tumblr.com/jun-of-love/718945713628872704/heyyy-if-youre-open-for-requests-i-saw-this and i was thinking of a wonwoo version of it while he was gaming and he saw you if only you have a chance thank you so much

helloooo...firstly, thank you so much for sending in this request- i hope this meets your expectations. alsoo super sorry for posting this late- i was busy w my college applications and allat. hope you like this and don't hold back if you have more requests- i'll do them faster this time ❤😉

Times were hard, to say the least.

Not financially or anything, your basic needs were being met- you had a wonderful house you had bought together with your husband- who was himself a very loving and caring partner, you had enough money in your bank account to live comfortably for a few years, everything was going well.

Except for this little baby in your belly that was growing so big as though he was going to come out ready for Olympics wrestling.

The pregnancy hormones were driving you crazy. You were angry, sad, nauseous, frustrated, hungry- all at once, for at least ten hours a day. Your husband, Wonwoo, was as supportive as ever. He never complained, and was always at your back and call- despite having a demanding job himself. He would make it a point to call you every hour or two to check up on if you needed anything. He attended every doctor’s appointment with you, and took it upon himself to make sure you were doing everything as per the doctor’s instructions. You were so, so grateful to have him.

However, at this moment, he was pissing you off.

Wonwoo had taken some time off for himself to play video games with his college best-friends. Sure, he deserved it after spending all of his days and nights taking care of his pregnant wife. You understood and respected that, but it has been five hours since he has been glued to the damn screen, when originally he had promised to come back after three hours. You wanted him to have his time, really you did, but your belly cramped painfully and your back was throbbing. You cursed the timing, out of all days, your pain had to be especially bad today- the one day your husband took time for himself. You felt anger and frustration at his giggles coming from the other room, he seemed so blissfully unaware of your agony. But again, you knew it was not his fault, and he deserved some time to himself, plus you didn’t want to be the nagging frustrating deranged pregnant lady everyone hates.

You pushed yourself up from the bed, muffling your cries of pain with your hand. You made your way to the kitchen, hoping to find a medicine that would make you feel better. You took a few steps when suddenly, it felt like your stomach and back muscles gave out from the weight of the baby, tugging you down, making you fall on your knees. You yelled instinctively, and Wonwoo came out running- worry lacing his features.

“What’s wrong babe?” He asked, breathing heavily. “Should we go to the doctor? Scratch that- lets go to the doctor’s right now.”

Wonwoo looked so so concerned that it made you feel immediately guilty for being so angry at him. “I’m so sorry you had to leave your game,” you couldn’t help but sob, “I tried to take care of myself but-but- the baby got too heavy!” You clenched his shirt and let out tears of frustration.

“Y/N, babe, why would you apologize for needing me??? I’ll do anything and everything for you, you know that!” Warmth reflected from his eyes. “Plus, the guys were boring me anyway.”

You giggle at that. You try to get up with the help of his hand but no avail, your belly was too heavy. “Our baby is too heavy” you whined, “my back can’t keep up!”

Wonwoo puts his hand behind your back and knees, picking you up, bridal style- thank god for his strict gym regimen. He puts you back on your feet, and the next thing you know, both of his hands are under your belly pulling it up.

You cannot remember the last time you felt such a relief. Your back and body felt light, briefly free of all the stress. You close your eyes and enjoy the feeling-involuntarily laughing a little.

Wonwoo smiled. “Feels better?” He kisses your cheek lovingly.

“Amazing.” You breathe out.

“I’ll do this everyday if you want.”

“Oh, you have to!”

“Yes ma’am, especially since it’s my fault our y/nwoo is such a chonk.”

You laughed. “A chonk indeed.”

[hermionegalathynius]

Found Family (2/?)

Hey, so I genuinely expected zero reaction to the first part (because the nysm fandom has cooled down a lot since the second movie came out) but it was great to see people reacting to it! (Even if it was just 2 likes 😅)

Anyway, here’s the next part! To those few of you reading, enjoy 😉.

Fandom: Now You See Me

Pairing: Daniel Atlas x Reader

Warnings: nothing, just you sharing a pizza with Danny.

Part 1 Part 3

The six of you spent the next hour going over the plans and working out the minor details. You and Lula were to make your debut with the Horsemen on the stage at the launch in three weeks’ time. With less than a month to prepare, you were to work with the other three Horsemen on a set for the performance. 

  Having been a duo for your whole magic career, Dylan suggested you and Lula split up for this first performance and do your acts with Atlas and Merritt respectively. It made sense, considering you were an escape artist, just like Atlas’s last partner had been. Henley. 

  When he heard what your specialised area of magic was, Atlas looked at you with an unreadable expression. It was a little unsettling and you got the impression you had let him down in some way. 

  “Okay, let’s wrap it up for today,” Dylan said, rolling up the blueprints. 

  With a sigh you realised you and Lula still had to catch the subway home. 

  “Yeah, we have to go now, Lula, if we’re going to get home before midnight,” you said, pulling your leather jacket on. 

  “Actually, ladies,” Dylan added, making you pause your search for your keys, “It might be easier if you both lived a little closer so we can all stick together. I have an extra room in this apartment for one of you and Danny has another in his.”

  “Oh, I call crashing here!” Lula said, flopping onto the couch and giving you what she probably thought was an inconspicuous wink, “I looked around earlier, this place is nuts.”

  “I guess that leaves Y/n with me,” Atlas said, catching your eye. 

  You gave him a small smile, “Thanks.”

  “Jack, you don’t live too far from here, do you?” Lula was asking. 

  “And that is my cue to leave,” you said quickly, grabbing your phone and making your way to the stairs. 

  “Yeah, me too,” Atlas said, following after you.

  Once outside, you suddenly realised you were going to be spending a lot of time alone with Atlas if you were living with him. It was a jarring thought. You also realised — as he climbed onto his motorbike — that you had taken the subway here. 

  “Um, any chance Dylan has another one of those lying around here somewhere?” you asked, stuffing your hands in your jacket pockets. 

  His quirked his brows, an amused smile playing around his mouth, “Nope. You’re riding with me. Here.”

  He extended an extra helmet to you and you took it, quickly placing it on your head and hopping on behind Atlas. 

  “Hold on,” he said.

  Settling your resolve, you held onto his waist.

  Unfortunately, you had never ridden as a passenger before, so the minute he pulled away, you panicked and wrapped your arms around him for dear life. 

  “Jesus, I wish I was driving,” you muttered, making him chuckle. 

  Luckily the drive took only ten minutes, and before you knew it you were stopping in a garage underneath an apartment building. 

  “I’ll ask Dylan to uh… acquire another bike for you,” Atlas said as you climbed off and began unbuckling the helmet. 

  “Acquire…?” You asked, frowning slightly at his strange word choice.

  “Uh, yeah, because he doesn’t buy them.”

  Your eyes widened, staring down at the bike you were just on. 

  “Don’t worry,” he added, “Only from big multinational companies who’s profits are barely affected.”

  “Well, okay then,” you said, feeling a little surreal. 

  You followed Atlas to the stairs and the two of you climbed them to the third floor. 

  The apartment was actually quite nice. There was a couch and a television on one side and a good sized kitchen on the other with a corridor branching off in the middle. You guessed that that was where the bathroom and bedrooms were. You suddenly realised you didn’t have your night clothes with you. Or any of your stuff for that matter. 

  “Um, I don’t have any clothes or toiletries,” you said softly, feeling a little awkward standing there as Atlas moved about the apartment.

  “Actually, you do,” he said, opening the fridge, “Dylan moved all your stuff here. It’s in your room. First door on the right, by the way.”

  You were shocked. Not because Dylan had somehow managed to move all your stuff here, but because of your lack of shock that he had. Barely twenty-four hours into being a Horseman and you were already getting accustomed to the abnormality. 

  “Oh, okay. Thanks,” you said, walking down the hall and opening the door he’d instructed. 

  Sure enough, a suitcase full of clothes sat on the bed, and two boxes full of books lay on the floor. There was a large window with the curtains drawn and an empty bookshelf against the wall. 

  All in all, it was probably the best room you’d ever had. 

  Changing into your tracksuit pants and a spaghetti strap top, you walked back into the main space.

  “Did I hear the doorbell?” You asked, padding into the kitchen where Atlas was typing away on his laptop, his eyes focused intently on the screen.

  “Uh, yes. I ordered pizza. Got a Hawaiian and a ham and mushroom. I’ll eat either, so take your pick,” he replied, jerking his head at the coffee table where there were indeed two pizza boxes. Your stomach growled in response to the idea of food. 

  With a grateful smile, you gathered your confidence and said, “You know, since we’re gonna be living together, we should take this brief period of respite to get to know each other.”

  His hands froze on the keyboard and he slowly retracted them from the laptop, turning in his chair to face you, “Alright, what do you want to know?”

  You shook your head and leaned against the armrest furthest from him, gesturing for him to sit down opposite you, “Come on, Atlas. Don’t leave me hanging.”

  He sighed, but it seemed less frustrated and more playful. You grinned as he got up only to plop down next to you. Leaning forward, you grabbed a pizza.

  “I’ll eat half of this one, and you eat half of the other, then we’ll swap? Deal?”

  He nodded, grabbing the other box.

  You grabbed a slice of ham and mushroom and hummed happily at the familiar flavour. 

  “Okay, I’m just going to get this out of the way quickly so we can clear the air,” you said eventually, tucking your legs underneath your body and avoiding his gaze, “I’m sorry my sister broke into your apartment. I know you and the others aren’t exactly overjoyed to have new teammates, but I promise we’re not just run-of-the-mill, amateur-“

  “Oh no,” Atlas interjected, a slice of Hawaiian balanced precariously in one hand, “believe me, you I don’t have a problem with. You seem sensible and probably a necessary addition to the group considering the maturity level you already witnessed today. Plus, you’re an escape artist and our old one left a while back.”

  Your expression softened, “Yeah, Henley, right? You guys were together?”

  He nodded, “Uh, yeah, but that’s irrelevant. My point is, you I don’t mind. Your sister on the other hand…”

  You laughed softly, glad to see the tension seep from the room, “Lula… she’s my older sister, but I’m the one who looks after her. She’s always been unpredictable and a little erratic, but once you get to know her you’ll see there isn’t a more loyal friend you could have. She’s the reason I got into magic, actually.”

  Atlas quirked his brow, tilting his head in silent query. 

  “When we were kids, Lula was obsessed with Lionel Shrike,” you began, aware of his eyes fixated on your face, “She would read every book on magic she could find just to see if there was any information about his tricks in there. She idolised him. I was 7 and she was 9, and while she was gushing over his card in the tree trick, I was frightened by his failed safe. I knew one day Lula was likely to out herself in a similar situation, and unless I learnt how to break her out of anything, I would lose her.”

  “That’s a lot of responsibility for a seven-year-old to take on,” Atlas murmured. 

  You shrugged, fiddling with your charm bracelet, “As I said, she’s the oldest, but I protect her. I always have. Anyway, from then on I began teaching myself magic tricks. While Lula taught me card work and illusions, I took it upon myself to learn the art of escaping. Trucker’s hitch, Bowline, Clove Hitch, you name it, I learnt how to escape from it.”

  “So you became an escape artist to save your sister if she ever tried something stupid,” Atlas summed up and you nodded, “But you do like magic right?”

  “Oh of course! Somewhere down the line I obviously realised I had found a passion in magic, but that didn’t divert my attention from my main goal,” you said. 

  “Is that why you decided to join the Horsemen?” 

  You gave him a bemused smile, “This is a lot of questions from someone who seemed content to sit in awkward silence ten minutes ago.”

  He huffed a laugh, “Yeah, well I’ve been known to be uh, standoffish. At least, that’s what others tell me.”

  “I get it,” you mused, “I’m the kind of person who enjoys her own company more than other people’s.”

  “It’s just easier, right?” He agreed, “You can’t control social situations. It’s like jumping straight in the deep end every time you enter a conversation.”

  “Merritt was wrong, you definitely don’t have control issues,” you stated, sarcasm dripping off your tone.

  He nodded, “Yep, I stepped right into that one.”

  You laughed softly, chewing and swallowing another bite of pizza, “Jokes aside though, I do get it. We might have more in common than we thought, Atlas.”

  “You can call me Danny,” he said, “Atlas sounds far too much like Dylan or Merritt. If we’re going to he living together we might as well be on a first name basis.”

  “Good point… Danny. In that case just call me Y/n.”

  “It’s nice to officially meet you, Y/n,” he said, a small, genuine smile spreading across his face. 

  “Likewise, Danny,” you replied, grinning. Then, reaching for the deck of playing cards lying on the far side of the coffee table, you shuffled around with them before spreading them out upside down and instructing, “Alright, pick a card, any card.”

[steiger4044]

If Bela Dimitrescu were living in modern times as an NYPD Officer, and the family was there too, here is how I’d imagine it. Her little description narrating, with some fiction. Might make it into one, not sure yet.

Well…if anyone were to ask about my family life…sure gets interesting. Definitely fun times away from the baddies of NYC. Laughs, tears, but we all love each other…even mother towards her brother my uncle, sometimes at least they can get along. Let’s start it up with,

First up, my baby sis…Daniela. Ya she can be a bit of a head case at times 😏. But she’s the sweetest, funniest sis anyone can ask for. She’s a manager at a small book store on 27th street in downtown Manhattan. But she knows her books good, well definitely the romance section…lol. Of course every time I come in, she’s always telling me I should take a read of the Fifty Shades of Grey series 😟😣…ummm no, sorry sis. Especially after that one Christmas you gave that book for mom…ohh did she go a lil red that Christmas morning. Then there are her and her cats. She does love them but her new landlord is a real 🤬. He doesn’t want animals in the apartment Dani has, and I know he’ll work whatever tricks to make her leave. But I do know in my building a Hungarian couple are leaving and I got a landlord who’s a real cat lady too, and loves books. Guess I’ll put in a kind word for my sis…what do ya think?

Okay next up is my sis, Cassandra. Manhattan’s practical Connor McDavid. A tough cookie who loves flaunting off her muscles and other… features a lil too much for my taste to many a guys in and out of the building🙄🫢🤣 . But she is my sister either way 😉. She’s a trainer at the city’s oldest boxing training centre. Outside when we do butt heads and I have to come around on and off duty to break up a stupid mindless fight, she does help me toughen up physically and is a great coach on mentally and physically preparing like this pic. She did get me an exclusive membership, as well as a couple other officers from my Precinct in there. One did hook up for a dinner with her, who knows if my matchmaking turns into a courtship of my sis 😅🥰. Time will tell. But do love spending time with her. Not to mention, one of the trainers there I think likes me. He is quite cute, like a mix of Mark Wahlberg and Channing Tatum 😍😛.

Ahhh moving along, dearest Mother. Countess Alcina Dimitrescu. She’s done pretty good for herself. A huge owner of a very wealthy wine production company she inherited from my grandfather who started it all back in Romania, then immigrated to New York. It’s gone quite huge. Now she runs the business. Outside that, and her pretty hot temper, want to kill her brother my uncle, and a little snooty sometimes 🙄, she’s really the coolest mom, and loves all of us just as much. Gets quite scared for us versus the “big apple, so full of scandalous and disgusting cruel men.” But knows we are all doing what we love doing. I can’t tell you she almost stroked out, when I dawned the NYPD shield. But here we are at some of her fav restaurants near the real business end of NYC. The meal was great, pay a mortgage for some small chicken salad, when I could pay two bills and get a nice burger. Oh well. By the way don’t tell mom, but her dog Molly…ugh I hate that dog! 😡🤫😶

And here he issss…me and my uncle Heisenberg. You need it and he’ll fix it, doesn’t matter how long it takes, he’ll do it. How to describe to anyone who meets my dear uncle. Well….he’s loud, vulgar, and isn’t afraid to speak his mind. But he’s a genius when it comes to fixing anything..including cars, trucks, bikes, and a niece’s broken heart with his humour. Has really helped me with our time spent getting through some my toughest days whether me with things I saw or did at work or family issues. Mother does not get along the best with him, and doesn’t know much. On my grad night, after the ceremony, I snuck off to his mechanic shop and I celebrated with him and got drunk well underage so shhhh…def got me liking a cold Budweiser though these days after a hard day of work 😂🍻.

PS: that beauty of a Mustang he really fixed up, said he’d give it to one of us sisters in his will, said may try Dani…that happens I’ll make sure the city is alerted to the crazy red head on the roads in the red mustang…😅😂

Ahh my uncle Moreau….really is something he is. He’s been an Emergency Physician in NYC for years. I’ve seen many of my coworkers, suspects, and victims end up just so safe in his hands. He’s such a sweet heart too, despite it’s been years since he’s last spoke to his mother. A woman who was such a cruel bitch over the years. They had a break down many years ago. Don’t know too many details but he seems to be doing okay. And just such a sweet good heart. Here we are lunching and talking about many things, from med procedures to his team, the Yankees 🧢. Even gone to a couple games together. Loves all of his nieces the same, ya old big lug.

My aunt Donna, can be quite at times…unusual but she runs an incredible herbal medicine shop, that draws in a lot of people from the city. Times did get tough both during Covid and some asshole that burned her shop down a few months after. She had a major mental breakdown after that, and didn’t trust too many people. But her strength along with me, Cass and Dani’s help plus her daughter, Angie got her back on her feet. She loves her doll making business on the side and has made some insane projects happen especially donating to the sick kids hospital. And her garden is her other treasure room, we both find the time to share and help with. Plus an amazing view of the city.

And speaking of incredible. If this little one 🤭, ever suits up with the NYPD, I swear she could take the whole amount of crime out of this city. Angie is one one smart cookie. She loves Cass and Dani, but I’m the top fav auntie on the list 😁. Here we are, I’m babysitting dear Angie, while Aunt Donna makes it to her third date with another neighboring florist owner too GO AUNT DONNA GIRL 🤘. I’m the fav cause when I watch her I do…break some rules. Late night video games, and release the hidden stash of treats. And ya…I’m screaming during our playing of Resident Evil Remaster because….i….hate….spiders….and I would rather deal with some drunken junkie puking on my shoes in 99 degree heat in some smelly alley, than…spiders 😭😵…

Yes that’s about with me and my family. But I’m gonna level with you all. I love them all deeply, and I also miss….dad.

And I do this everyday, on or off duty.

Rain or shine. Night or day.

I stop at a small flower shop near where ground zero was. And I buy one rose. Then I make my way, and have my time…alone.

I lay a single rose, where the south tower went down that fateful day of 9/11.

Growing up, he was really just the most incredible person ever. Tough, inspirational, resilient, and just so warm with love.

He and mom were just so deeply good to one another, and me growing up. Even after he and mom married, and he became the chief accountant for mom’s business in the World Trade Centre. Those years it seemed so good, but things got rough and they eventually divorced just after mom had Cass.

I never stopped loving him though. My best memories was going to see mom accompanied by my nanny when she worked. But if she got too busy, then dad would spend time with me at the south tower.

We’d go up to the very top of it, where you could see everything. A lot of the time we went and there weren’t many, if any anyone at all. Just me and dad. You felt completely at the top of the world in the moment. And we’d often talk about life and its choices to make. Just such good words and laughs, ya know family time.

After the divorce, they weren’t all that close, but weren’t all that separated either.

I still remember our last meal though, lunched in the concourse, then back up, mom was with us too. We didn’t say a word, just all stood and stared out in the distance not knowing what tomorrow may bring. That was the last time we were together as a family with mom holding little Cassie looking out in that distance too.

Then the next day, September 11 happened.

The world and mine stopped that day.

I just shut down after we found out dad didn’t get out of the building. And when it collapsed the way it did, I sure felt that way too.

I couldn’t cry, eat, sleep, or anything for months. Until I completely broke out and down in uncle Heisie’s arms for hours after the one night Dani was born, my dad’s last gift and thank you of love to all of us.

In those months and years, mom was hit really hard too. One time before I went off to college, the day while I was still recuperating from my “lovely secret celebration out 🤫” Mother told me she wished she gave dad all the love they could have, and she wished she didn’t accuse him of having an affair with some corporate exec woman, which wasn’t true. But the damage was done. And how she wished she gave them another chance, but it was too late. Ohhh mom, dad will remember because deep down he knows as much as I do. You loved him so deeply. 🥺😢😭.

Since then, the family has helped so much with how close and the strength we give each other.

Mom and dad sure have gave me that over those years growing up into the person I am today, and in turn to want to I guess keep and help those show it too, than become so mindless and cruel. Hence why I became a cop.

I use their strength to push when I have my darkest days and wanna pull my hair out.

But all of them do help me, and I try even when I face people who wanna stab, shoot, spit, puke, piss and other fun stuff to me.

So here I am, Officer Bela Dimitrescu of the NYPD. For you dad, mom, Cass and Dani, uncle Heisenberg and Moreau, Aunt Donna and Angie. Love all of you.🥰😘❤️💕

Many thanks for the likes….ya a lot of it I made up, and still working if I’m gonna fanfic it. Lemme know. Thank you anyways for your support folks. Bless and love ❤️

[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

Ways to say I love you-

Teslen, platonic or romantic doesn’t matter. Agh how am I supposed to pick only one, there are so many good ones! But I’ll say no. 13😊

Hi, thank you so much! Oooh, platonic or romantic. I mean, if you want another one, I wouldn't be offended. 😉

Number 13: "Only you can call me that." (from this list)

(I tried my hand at platonic, let's see how that went.)

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"What did you just call me?"

Nikola wasn't sure if that response was angry or surprised and knew that this would usually be ground to tread carefully. If he were anyone else, anyway.

He smirked at Helen, leaning against the table.

"What, did you not like it?"

Helen rolled her eyes, fiddling with the vials in front of her, as she had been doing since they had been in here.

"It...." Helen pursed her lips, looking as if she were genuinely considering the question. "No one has ever called me that before."

Not to mention that if they hadn't been behind closed doors, it would have been considered very inappropriate, especially considering Helen's unmarried--though engaged--status and Nikola most definitely not being a family member.

Nikola grinned again, straightening his spine and leaning towards her a little bit.

"You can try out something on me, if that will make you feel better." he offered.

"Like what? Nicky?"

"My mother already beat you to that, Helen. You'll have to try a bit harder."

Helen snorted and bent over the microscope again, as if the slide would hold an answer that it hadn't yet offered.

Nikola knew that she was frustrated that the Source Blood seemed to have no apparent effect on her, considering the rest of them had already discovered and started to master their own gifts.

Well, play with them.

Nikola would admit that once he had managed to get his transformation under control and they had found a way to slacken his thirst for human blood, it was rather fun and they had all made a game out of it.

Which was probably what was taking John, Nigel, and James so long to get here, despite John being able to transport the three of them if he wanted to.

Helen was becoming more frustrated and disappointed that the experiment that she had been the mastermind behind and had been the first subject of had done nothing to her.

Nikola didn't like seeing her like that and they had all been doing their best to cheer her up.

Hence today's apparent shenanigan.

It had riled her up more than Nikola had thought and that was something that he frankly enjoyed. Helen was the one that tolerated him the most when it came to things like this and it was only right that Nikola take full advantage of that.

"Can't think of anything else?" he teased.

"Nothing that should leave a lady's mouth." Helen quipped, switching slides.

Nikola stared and then burst out laughing.

"Like what?"

Helen looked up at him through her lashes, giving him a smile he was certain many men would have fallen for.

"Why, Nikola, did I not already tell you I cannot tell you?"

"Since when have you been a lady, Magnus?"

He leaned closer to her and they stared each other down, things rapidly becoming a contest of who would break first.

The right side of Helen's mouth quirked upward for a moment and she broke her hold on his gaze, tidily adjusting the microscope.

Nikola smirked and rounded the table, hoping she would allow him a glimpse of the slide, which contained yet another sample of her blood.

Helen's poor arms were starting to resemble a pin cushion, she had been drawing so many samples from herself in an attempt to figure out what the Source blood had done to her. Or what it hadn't done.

She stepped back to allow him to see and Nikola bent to look at the slide, but he couldn't see anything other than a regular sample. There was nothing special, though it was doubtful that a blood slide would really be able to show them anything.

It just showed how desperate Helen was getting, in truth.

She had talked about giving herself another dose of the serum, but it was too late, considering that Gregory had already departed with the vial.

It irked Nikola a little, to be honest, but the five of them had talked about handing it over and had agreed it was for the best, considering what could happen if someone else got their hands on it. Someone like Worth, for example.

"We'll figure this out. Ellie."

Helen gave him a look at the repeated testing of the nickname.

But she wasn't telling him to stop, which he took as a good sign.

He lightly touched her hand, drawing her gaze back to his, where he held it sincerely.

"We'll figure this out. I promise. There is no reason to believe that nothing happened to you."

Helen's eyes flickered and Nikola knew she was hesitant to so openly face that conversation, admit how she was feeling.

"You're awfully confident."

"Because it's a fact, Ellie."

Helen laughed, some of the tension easing from her body.

"Only you can call me that."

"I shall only use it in the most dire of circumstances."

"Oh? And what would those be?"

"You needing a smile, mostly."

Helen laughed and squeezed his hand, giving him that smile.

Nikola squeezed it back.

[exitpursuedbyavulcan]

The Silver Dragon (40/?)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Original Female Character

Word Count: 5527

Story Summary: Lady Arianwyn Targaryen, the Lady of Runestone, was seeded by her father, the Rogue Prince Daemon Targaryen, in an act of unbridled hatred, and borne of her mother, the late Lady Rhea Royce, as a desperate grasp at revenge.

Ignored by her father, and alone following the death of her mother, she is raised in King’s Landing alongside her cousin, Prince Aemond Targaryen. As they grow, the two find themselves indelibly bonded. But their lives are far from the fairy tales they read, and as tensions in the family rise, they find their paths may diverge.

Will they be pulled apart when the dragons dance?

Chapter Summary: Aemond and Arianwyn mount their dragons to fly in separate directions. But not before saying goodbye.

Warnings: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ 18+ MINORS DNI

Author's Note:

I definitely took liberties with the Valyrian translations here, but there aren't words for exactly what I want to say, so I just get as close as possible.

And I wanted to give y'all a heads up that the next two chapters are probably gonna take longer than usual. At the moment, I'm anticipating them being in the 10K words range (oops!) since I don't want to split them into multiple chapters. So it may be a few days, but I promise you'll like them!

Also... hope y'all enjoyed a little spice 😉

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The Long Goodbye

Arianwyn had so many admirable qualities.

She was brave. She was strong. She was clever. She was kind. And so much more besides. Aemond could sing her praises forever.

What she was not, however, was skilled with a blade.

Not in the slightest.

In fact, she was very near to hopeless.

It had been a massive struggle just to get her to hold the blade properly without dropping it. Though it was the smallest one he could find, the hilt was still too large for her – made for the rough hands of the knights and guards of the castle, not the small, smooth grip of a Princess. It had not helped that every time she huffed in frustration or yelped in fear that she had cut herself (which she had miraculously avoided), the attention of the entire training yard fell upon them, making her even more nervous than she already was.

She had only begun to relax when more of her Runestone guards appeared and, sensing her shyness, moved to block the spectators’ view. By the time all twelve were there, they had all but formed a wall around her and Aemond, granting them the privacy they needed to make even the smallest amount of progress.

Still, Aemond noticed each wince and frown from the Valeman every time Arianwyn lost her grip, tripped, or missed her target completely. Yet they were loyal enough to swallow most of their reactions and applauded heartily whenever Arianwyn did hit land a hit or managed a lunge without tumbling into the dirt. Every time they called to her with words of encouragement, she blushed with pride.

Though perhaps the red on her cheeks was simply from exertion. After yet another failed attack on their training dummy, which she missed spectacularly, striking with her elbow rather than her blade, she sighed heavily and dropped her head.

“How I ever managed to hit Daemon instead of gutting myself, I’ll never know,” she grumbled. Then, angrily, she threw down the dagger and took another swipe at the dummy with her fist, but she only managed to make contact with Aemond’s shoulder.

“Careful!” he warned, rolling his shoulder. It hadn’t actually hurt – Arianwyn was nearly as weak as she was apparently clumsy. But her ego had been bruised enough today without him mentioning it. “Keep your eyes on your target, and your weapon should follow.”

She rolled her eyes. “If it’s that easy, why have I only hit this gods-damned thing five times today?”

Aemond had no answer for that. He didn’t understand it himself.

“You have actually landed six blows, your Highness,” called Ser Trevor from where he stood by the wall. “I’ve been counting!”

Overlapping calls for the young knight to be silent immediately erupted from the other eleven knights, but they again fell silent when Arianwyn turned to him. But there was no anger in her face, only exasperation.

“And how many times have I missed, Trevor?” she asked.

The poor young knight blanched when he beheld the silent threat in Prince Aemond’s eyes as he glared at him from over Arianwyn’s shoulder. “I…I have not been counting that, your Highness.”

“How good of you,” Aemond muttered before placing the dagger back in his wife’s hand. “Just keep trying, my love. The more you practice, the better you will be.”

Arianwyn glanced at the weapon in her hand, then back up at her husband. A smile crept across her lips for the first time in more than an hour. “The more I practice,” she said quietly, so as to be heard by only him, “the more tired I will be tonight.”

He took half a step closer to her, lips pursing as he struggled to maintain his composure. But there was no mistaking the darkening of his eye. “Then you will sleep well. It would be wise – you would be rested and ready for your journey.”

“You have always been so practical, Aemond,” she replied with no small amount of annoyance.

Under the guise of brushing something off his jacket, she laid her hands on his chest. “But at this rate, I will be too exhausted to even say goodbye to you, jorrāelagon valzȳrys.  Kesan daor sagon able naejot vūjigon ao ēva īlon both māzigon aril.” Dear Husband. I will not be able to kiss you until we both come back.

Aemond’s mouth fell slightly open, and he took a shaking breath, holding her hand over the dagger’s hilt. “Pār nyke pendagon istiti sagon tetan syt tubī.  Kesan henujagon ao lēda aōha egros, se jorepagon emā daor jorrāelagon naejot gaomagon ziry.” Then I think we must be finished for today. I will leave you with your blade, and pray you have no need to use it.

She looked up at him, silver eyes brimming with gratitude. “Gaomagon daor henujagon nyke sepār yet, ñuha jorrāelagon.  Daor ēva emi daor tolie iderennon” Do not leave me just yet, my love. Not until we have no other choice.

“Hen rhinka daor, ñuha dōna ābrazȳrys,” he replied, looking over her head and nodding a dismissal to the guards. Of course not, my sweet wife.

He waited until only two – their escorts for the day – remained, and had averted their eyes, to look back down and give her a short, chaste kiss. “Sir, issi ao sīr ēdrugī bona istin gryves ao naejot ēdrugon, iā kostagon geron konīr aōla?” Now, are you so tired that I must carry you to bed, or can you walk there yourself?”

Arianwyn did not hesitate to choose being carried.

Nor did Aemond hesitate to lift her, sliding one hand beneath her knees while the other cradled the small of her back. She wrapped her arms around his neck to hold herself steady, and the brush of her cool fingers against his skin was exhilarating.

He was careful to ensure that her dress stayed in place around her, so that only the tips of her slippers could be seen by anyone who looked upon them. He was still a Prince and a pious one at that. He would not have anyone see his wife in any improper state. Even her stocking-covered ankles were only for his eyes.

She was only slightly less concerned about propriety than he was. While she never did anything while others were around, whenever they found themselves alone (save for the two Runestone guards that followed them) in one of the halls, she peppered his face and neck with quick, teasing kisses.

It amused her to no end how hard Aemond was fighting with himself not to kiss her back. Each time she pressed her mouth to the sensitive spot just under the corner of his jaw, he instinctively turned to meet her lips. The look on his face when he bit his tongue and forced himself to turn away from her was nothing less than thrilling.

By the time they reached their chambers, she had driven him so mad that he kicked the door open, startling the servants that were midway through packing their saddlebags.

“Out,” he commanded, hardly looking at them before striding across the room to their bedchamber door. “Now.”

Brynna huffed and would have placed her hands on her hips menacingly had she been able. “We are not finished preparing for your journeys tomorrow, my Prince,” she said, even as Kirin and Elsie sprinted out the door.

“Then I suggest you do so quickly,” Aemond grumbled, fumbling to open the door when Arianwyn was so eagerly unbuttoning his jerkin to access his collarbones. “I do not imagine… ah! Aria, can you not wait a single moment?” he scolded as she brought her lips up to his so fast he had to roughly jerk his head back to avoid the kiss.

She pouted and buried her face in his chest, allowing him to turn back to Brynna. “I suggest you do so quickly, as I do not imagine you wish to hear what I am planning to do.”

He could not tell whether the maid was impressed or horrified. Either way, he did not care. He had finally gotten the door open, and he wasn’t going to waste a moment before getting Arianwyn on the bed.

Brynna was seething as she turned to chase after the others to retrieve them. “Just don’t rip anything on that dress,” she shouted over her shoulder, “it is new!”

Arianwyn laughed into his ear. “You’re in trouble!” she practically sang as he dropped her unceremoniously onto the bed. She had not stopped bouncing before she was back on him, kissing him fiercely while her hands slid into his to guide them to the laces on her back.

“No, my love,” he chided, tearing his hands from hers and flexing each one as they tingled with the desire to rip the silly dress to shreds. “Brynna said no ripping. And if I undress you… I don’t intend to provoke more wrath than I already have.”

She whined pitifully, leaning back on her knees. “Aemond…”

“I’ll make you a deal,” he said, cupping her chin in his palm. “You will undress yourself. And for every item you remove, I will also take off one of mine.”

Though her brow remained furrowed in frustration, there was no mistaking the twinkle in her eyes that showed she was more than happy with the arrangement. “I wear far more than you do,” she teased.

Aemond laughed and stepped back until he was out of her reach. “Then you will be satisfied well before I am. One more rule: there will be no touching until we are both bare. Do you think you can handle that?”

As a wicked smile spread across her lips, Arianwyn nodded and stood at the foot of the bed. Then, never breaking eye contact with her husband, she reached up and removed her necklace, letting the silver chain fall onto the carpet. Then, she raised her brows at him expectantly.

“I don’t think jewelry counts,” he chastised. Though he did appreciate the sight of her bare neck, especially now that her bruises had faded to yellow rather than deep purple.

Arianwyn balked, though it was clear she remained quite pleased with herself. “That wasn’t one of the rules. And you can’t change the rules once we’ve started the game.”

He wanted nothing more than to kiss that stupid, smug smirk off her face. But he had made the ‘no touching’ rule, so he had to follow it. He licked his lips and bared his teeth before returning the smile. “Very well.”

Then he reached down and unsheathed his dagger, tossing it on the rug beside her necklace.

She rolled her eyes. “Surely that and its belt count as one item.”

He raised his brow. “‘That wasn’t one of the rules.’”

“So that’s how we’re playing this,” she crooned, with a cheeriness that let Aemond know he had just lost this game.

She removed a single earring.

Oh yes, he had definitely lost.

He took his sword from its sheath and propped it against the wall.

She removed the other earring and tossed both to the table beside the bed. She missed.

His dagger belt came next.

Then her bracelet – the one from her left arm.

His sword belt.

Her right bracelet.

Aemond hesitated.

She still had three rings and her own belt to remove before she got to any actual clothing. All he had left was his eyepatch, but he wanted to save that for last. And he still wanted to tease her. He ran his eye from her fidgeting feet to the hand that tucked a piece of unbound hair behind her ear.

There was his answer.

He reached behind his head and removed the leather strap holding back his hair.

“You know that looks ridiculous, right?” Arianwyn asked. The strap of his eyepatch still held most of the hair back, leaving it hanging awkwardly around the leather rather than falling gracefully.

He only shrugged. “Your turn.”

She hummed slightly and removed one ring. The simple silver band soon joined the pile that was growing between them.

Aemond leaned down and took off one boot.

Another ring, this one set with a small amethyst.

His other boot.

Her bronze signet ring.

One sock.

Her belt.

The other sock.

Arianwyn leaned against the bed and kicked off her left slipper.

She watched impatiently as Aemond unfastened his jerkin with agonizing slowness. How she wished it was her doing so, while his long, lithe fingers undid the laces of her dress.

All she wanted was for him to hurry up. When he had carried her here, she had hoped it meant he would be quick and that they would have already found their first release by now.

No, he wanted to tease her first.

Well, she could tease him, too.

She fully sat on the bed with an overdramatic sigh, leaning back on her arms as she spread her legs apart until the fabric of her dress strained. Thank the Seven, the skirts were not as full as what she usually wore. Otherwise, Aemond may never have noticed the movement.

The smug look on his face fell as his eye drifted down to what he knew to lay beneath the fabric. His breath came noticeably quicker, and he bit his lip, tearing his jacket off as fast as he could.

Arianwyn smiled. Her husband didn’t possess half the patience he pretended to have. And she simply adored how he looked in only his tight black pants and flowing white cotton shirt.

“We must play this game more often,” she said, kicking off her other shoe. “It’s fun.”

“For you,” he scoffed.

“Come now, my love,” she laughed. “It was your idea. And from where I sit, you seem to be enjoying yourself very well.”

Indeed, with his jerkin out of the way, the straining in his trousers was quite apparent. Aemond didn’t need to follow her gaze to know what she was referring to.

“It’s your turn,” he said flatly.

She stood and reached beneath the panels of her bodice to release a pair of hook-and-eye fasteners.

The despondent look on Aemond’s face when he realized that the dress was in two parts – an ornate surcoat pinned over a simple linen gown – was one of the best things Arianwyn had ever seen. She wished she had skill in painting, so she could capture it. Perhaps she would embroider it on a pillow instead.

“That’s not fair,” Aemond groaned.

“What was it that book said?” Arianwyn asked with a coy smile. “The one by that war-philosopher. ‘A wise general knows everything about his enemy before engaging,’ I believe it was.”

He frowned as he pulled his shirt over his head, taking some small victory in the lusty way she admired his bare chest. “Are you my enemy, wife?”

“You’re the one who started this game,” she said as she stood once more to reach behind her for the laces of her gown. “And you know how I hate to lose.”

She had only begun to tug on the small bow at the small of her back when Aemond spoke again, his voice soft and rasping with desire. “Turn around.”

“Why?”

“I want to watch,” he explained, bringing his hands to the laces of his trousers. “So we can do this one together.”

“What if I want to watch you, too?” she asked, her heart pounding faster with each moment of anticipation.

“You can look over your shoulder,” he explained. “In fact, please do. Now, will you turn around for me?”

She obeyed, turning tauntingly slowly before looking back at him over his shoulder, just as he said. He took a short step to the side to give her a better view of his actions. “It’s your turn,” he said, “you start.”

So, she began to unlace her dress, each movement of her fingers mirrored by her husband. He had far fewer laces to undo than she did, so he finished well before her. But he did not lower his trousers until she again turned to face him and slid the dress from her shoulders.

Now, he was bare before her, save for his eyepatch. Yet she was still frustratingly clothed.

Still, he was thankful her chemise was thin. He could still see the outline of her breasts and the peaks of her nipples. It was such a beautiful sight. Were he not so averse to letting anyone else see her this way, he would commission a painting of how she looked at that moment.

“It’s your turn,” she whispered.

Actually, it was hers. He had taken his turn along with her. But the rules didn’t seem to matter so much anymore.

Aemond reached up and pulled his eyepatch off, dropping it into the pile of clothes, jewelry, and one dagger before them.

She still blushed, even when the sight was now as familiar as her own reflection.

“You are so beautiful,” she murmured.

As he felt a seed of warmth blossoming in his heart, he realized he had begun to believe her.

“It’s your turn,” was all he said in reply.

Arianwyn rolled her eyes. “Are we still playing? I’m sure Brynna wouldn’t mind you tearing some of my underclothes. If you still want to, that is.”

“Some other time, I would certainly like to,” he answered. “But today, I think I should like to simply watch you finish what we’ve started.”

The sight of him naked – and so visibly eager for her – almost had her ready to tear off the clothes herself. But not quite. Though there was an eager ache between her thighs, and she was more than wet enough to take him immediately, she would not make it so easy for him.

“Aōhoso, valzȳrys.” As you wish, husband.

Though it was unnecessary to actually remove the garment, she took an undue amount of time untying the ribbon that lay on the neckline. Undone, the thin cotton drifted further down her breasts until its hem lay just over her nipples.

When she looked up at Aemond, he was no longer looking at his face but at her breasts. His chin was ever so slightly tucked in, and he stared at her chest with such intensity she was sure he was trying to will the fabric lower with only his mind.

Arianwyn was so enjoying the power she held over him that she stilled. She wanted to see how long he would stare before realizing she had stopped.

It was longer than she had guessed.

“Please,” he finally begged.

He said it with such desperation that she took pity on him, and gathered the fabric of the chemise before lifting it over her head.

She wasn’t sure whether the noise he made then was exactly a moan or a sigh, but it sent a shiver through her veins that nearly had her giving up all her plans of teasing him.

Her silver eyes never left his face as she once more sat on the bed, again spreading her legs wider than she really needed to give him a glimpse of what he so desperately wanted. But then she took it away, crossing her legs as she began unbuckling her garter.

The latches were too complex for her to tackle without looking away, but when she looked back to him as she readied to lower her stocking, she was overcome with righteous anger.

Aemond’s hand was on his cock, pumping lazily.

“Absolutely not!” she shrieked, yanking her stocking further up her leg.

His face twisted in confusion, though his hand did still. “What?”

“You said ‘no touching’ until we were both naked,” she reminded him sternly. “Do I look naked to you?”

He scoffed. “I said no touching each other.”

“You did not!”

“Well… that’s what I meant!”

“But it’s not what you said,” she countered firmly. “No. Touching.”

Aemond heaved a great sigh but lowered his hand to his side. He had to clench his fist to keep it there. “Be quick about it, Aria. Please?”

“Only because you asked so nicely.” She gave a wolfish grin as she finally lowered her stocking, then the other, the garters themselves soon following, and she was finally as bare as her husband.

He surged forward faster than she could follow and wrapped his hands firmly around her head as he toppled into the bed with her, kissing her like he needed her more than air. But his patience was at its end, and before long, his hands were roaming all over her body in a desperate quest to feel every inch of her skin.

Arianwyn decided then she would tease him more often in the future. She liked what it awoke in him. His usual gentleness and reverence were wonderful, of course, but this had its place, too.

“I don’t know if I never want to do that again,” he said through his pants between kisses, “or whether I want to do it every night for the rest of our lives.”

Her responding laugh turned into a wanton moan when his hand finally made its way between her legs. “So long as we end up here, I don’t give a damn how we get there.”

“You know,” he mused as he pulled himself from her lips and settled onto his knees at the end of the bed. “I think here might just be my favorite place in the world.”

With that, he wrapped both hands around her hips and pulled her towards him, so close that she squirmed at the feeling of his hot breath on her folds. He breathed in her scent deeply before leaning ever so slightly forward, resting the tip of his nose against her.

“In fact,” he said before flattening his tongue and licking a long, slow stripe from her entrance to her clit, sucking the sweet pearl between his lips before finally drawing back. Her wanton moans were more melodious than any music he had ever heard, her taste more delicious than anything he had ever eaten. “I’m quite sure of it.”

And then a great crash came from behind the dressing room door, followed by muffled cursing and the sound of footsteps retreating.

Aemond rested his head again her thigh, suckling gently on the soft skin as he laughed. “I thought they’d be done packing by now. I’m afraid you’ll have to stay quiet, my love. At least for a little while longer.”

But as his mouth drew ever closer to where she needed him, Arianwyn arched off the bed with a barely restrained cry. “I really don’t think I’m capable of that.”

Indeed, when he nuzzled his nose back into her, she whined in such an extraordinarily high tone he was sure all the dogs in the keep would be sent howling. And though he trusted Kirin and Brynna – and Elsie, to a lesser extent – he selfishly wanted those noises all to himself.

Keeping his head as close to her as he could, he reached toward the pile of discarded clothing they had left on the rug. He had meant to grab a belt or even her necklace. But his hands landed first on his dagger.

He was too impatient. It would have to do.

Flipping the blade in his hands, he pressed the hilt against Arianwyn’s lips.

“Bite down,” he instructed.

She looked at him in disbelief for only a moment before she opened her mouth and let him slide the hilt between her teeth. Though the leather was smooth, the braided gold wire that spiraled around it was rough and cold against her tongue. Yet it, and the mild pain in her jaw at the strain of holding it so far open for so long, somehow made the pleasure she felt when Aemond dove back into her folds all the sharper.

The blade served its purpose. Her noises never stopped, but they were quieter. Now, they were truly only for his ears. He savored each one, trying not to think too hard about how his stomach tightened each time he glanced up to see her with her jaw clamped tight around his dagger.

He continued to devour her with even more vigor than he had the night before. First, by repeating his first slow stroke of the tongue until her legs trembled around him. With each lick, he gained speed and pressed further and further into her until his nose was driving her nearly as wild as his mouth.

Aegon had always mocked him for inheriting their grandsire’s long nose. How well it was serving him now.

The moment Arianwyn’s hands flew into his hair to pull him closer, he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips, lifting her off the mattress and further into his face. He let his chin – another fortuitously large feature of his – press against her entrance as he ravaged her clit, alternating between swirling it with his tongue and sucking on it with all he had.

She nearly crushed his head between her thighs as she came, wailing like a banshee. Were the hilt of his dagger not still in her mouth, he was sure the whole of King’s Landing, perhaps even all the Crownlands, would have heard her.

Knowing he could bring her such bliss was almost as pleasurable as achieving his own relief.

Almost.

As she fell back into the mattress, head lolling to the side as the dagger tumbled from her mouth, Aemond again became aware of the tightness in his own stomach and the nearly painfully hardness of his cock. He had never imagined losing sight of his own desire, and yet he had. Every single time.

“Oh, ñuha gevie riña,” he sighed, darting his tongue out to draw the rest of her release into his mouth. “Skori iksan lēda ao, nyke ojughagon nykēla.  Se gaoman daor mirre jaelagon naejot sagon maghatan aril.” Oh, my beautiful wife. When I am with you, I lose myself. And I do not ever want to be found again.

She smiled at him and tugged on the ends of his hair to draw him close to her. Then, when he hovered over her once more, she caressed his cheek and kissed him softly.

Distantly, he heard a door shut louder than it needed to. The servants were done, then. They were finally alone.

Arianwyn must have heard it, too, for her next words were anything but soft.

“Lo gaomā daor qogralbar nyke bisa olvie moment, nyke kessa gaomagon se ñōghe hen aōha egros isse dīnagon hen aōha orvorta,” she whispered with the innocence of a maiden. If you do not fuck me this very moment, I shall use the hilt of your blade in place of your cock.

In honesty, the idea delighted Aemond. But not today. He grabbed the dagger and sent it flying across the room before gripping Arianwyn in one hand and raising her onto his lap.

His cock had never slid home so easily. Her cunt was warm, and tight, and utterly perfect.

Arianwyn, too, had never felt so sublime. Her spine still tingled from her release, and she was eager for another. Chasing that, she immediately started to grind her hips into him, savoring each impact of his cock against her walls. 

He did not just press into that spot that dazzled her vision but into every inch of her. Her blood danced with ecstasy as she rolled her hips against his and felt him seep into her soul.

She reached a new peak within mere moments, wrapping her arms around his head and bringing him into her chest as she cried out again, her walls constricting around his cock. Still, she never stopped moving.

Aemond tightened his grip on her, teeth bared as he brought himself up from between her breasts.

“Istia keligon, se tepagon nyke iā moment, iā kesan māzigon gō iksi drējī bē syt ziry,” he begged, burying his face into her neck as he nearly wept for the intensity of his pleasure. You must stop, and give me a moment, or I will come before we are truly ready for it.

“Issa sȳz, ñuha jorrāelagon, she whispered, stroking his hair. “Ivestragī jikagon, se māzigon syt nyke.” It is fine, my love. Let go, and come for me.

He did. His final rut into her was so forceful that her head jerked back, and she went limp in his arms. But even her gentlest touch drew him in, and they fell back against the bed together.

“Iksan vaoreznuni,” he whimpered as he showered her with small kisses, “Nyke - īles tolī olvie. Iksā tolī olvie, tolī vok” I’m sorry, I - it was too much. You are too much, too perfect.

Arianwyn laughed and brushed aside the hair plastered by his sweat to his face. “Don’t you dare apologize,” she scolded lightly. “After all, I came faster than you did. Twice”

“Still,” Aemond sighed, rolling onto his back beside her. “You deserve more than that as a goodbye.”

“Then I shall have more!” she declared, only laughing harder when Aemond’s eyes grew wide with both happy anticipation and healthy trepidation. “We broke our fast in bed. Who is to stop us from lunching here, and even taking dinner? I say we stay here until the morning, and use every last moment before our departure to say ‘goodbye.’”

He did laugh at that, clapping his hands over his face as he said a silent prayer to the Warrior for all the strength he could muster. Once that was done, he let his left arm fall to the side and beckoned his wife back to him with his right.

“Very well,” he agreed. “But go easy on me, my love. If I am to last until morning, you must ration your… zeal, for lack of a better word.”

Giggling delightedly, Arianwyn climbed back on top of him. She was more than happy to simply kiss, and kiss, and kiss him. That is, until he was ready for her ‘zeal’ once more.

-

Neither of them lasted until morning.

It had not been long after sunset when they fell asleep in each other’s arms, too exhausted to even stir when Elsie entered with a tray for their dinner. The girl sent most of it back to the kitchens with a chambermaid, but left some bread, cheese, and a large pitcher of water on a table in the bedchamber should they wake to find themselves hungry.

They did not.

But they ate their fill that morning when they broke their fast. They remained mostly silent during the meal, content to simply be in each other’s presence for at least a while longer. Once they were dressed in their riding leathers, they walked hand in hand to the stables, where they briefly greeted their new flock of sheep before boarding a carriage to take them to the Dragonpit.

Aemond rode with Arianwyn, wanting every moment he could manage with his wife before they were separated. He was keenly aware that this would be the longest journey both she and Emrys had ever taken. So, he spent most of the ride through the city going over maps with her, ensuring she knew the landmarks to guide her to the Mountains of the Moon and the Eyrie.

He stayed by her side as her bags were attached to her mount’s saddle, and he held the dragon’s reins as she climbed onto his back

“Three days,” he reminded her. “If you can return before that, all the better. If not, send a raven immediately so I know you are well. Promise me, Arianwyn.”

She knew when he used her full name that he was deathly serious. “I promise, Aemond. And you must promise me the same.”

“I do,” he said, running a gloved hand down Emrys’ snout. Then he leaned against the beast and whispered too low for Arianwyn to hear. “Mīsagon zirȳla.  Nyke daor, sīr istis sagon ao.  Kostagon gaomā bona syt nyke?” Protect her. I cannot, so it must be you. Can you do that for me?

Emrys huffed affirmatively and pressed into him.

“Kirimvose,” the Prince replied, patting his glossy black scales. Thank you.

“Aemond?” Arianwyn called from atop the saddle. He looked up at her mournfully, for he knew what she was going to say. “I need to leave.”

He grimaced and turned away from her, blinking away tears he could not allow himself to spill  - not even before the Dragonkeepers. “I know,” he said, finally looking back at her. “Just… be safe, my love. Come back to me.”

She gripped her reins tighter and gave him the best semblance of a smile she could muster. “I always have, haven’t I?”

But then he stepped away, giving Emrys the room he would need to take flight, and her smile fell.

Her lip trembled as she called to him again. “You must come back to me, too. I love you, Aemond. So very, very much.”

“Avy jorrāelan, ñuha riña hen gēlenka,” he shouted back. I love you, my lady of silver.

Then Emrys took flight, and Aemond and Arianwyn were separated once again.

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