#lissie i love this so much ty ty ty

[feydfuckernation]

rules: list your top five actors and actresses in no particular order

austin butler al pacino jeremy strong peter capaldi ben mendelsohn

sarah snook gwendolyne christie eva green thandie newton úrsula corbero

tagged by: @mymamalife 💕💕💕 tagging: @gggoldfinch @otherbluefae @lindszeppelin @loving-elvis @homerow99 @nemies2lovrs @troubleinapinksuit @cutienerd13 and anyone else who wants to do this!

[vettelsdarling]

𝐂𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐞

Lissie note… Here’s the second winner of the poll. I stupidly duplicated him💀 but just tallied those numbers together. Also yes, I’m trying out new layouts rn so please lmk if this looks great or not<3

Summary: A photographer from the heart of NYC has been in a low-key relationship with Lando Norris for a while now…

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Things to note:

Reader is a menace tbh

Lando and reader are separated by 2 yrs

Reader is a known photographer (just not famous yk)

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Pairing: Lando Norris x Photographer!Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Playlist recommendations: 𝐋𝐍𝟒, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟💗

Taglist: @drugged-kitkat, @ophcelia, @darleneslane, @allwaysalleyway, @littlesatanicassholebitch

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yourusername What a great day to change my pfp on my Twitter😮‍💨

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yourbestfriend Isn’t that the camera I got you last Christmas?

yourusername Merry Christmas ig

yourbestfriend The enthusiasm🥰

yourusername WOW!?!???!!!! IT REALLY IS THE CAMERA YOU GAVE ME LAST YEAR AHHH I STILL HAVE IT CAUSE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

yourbestfriend Nah now it doesn’t feel genuine😒

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landonorris What’s up 2023?🧡

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user1 The photos are better this year wtf😮‍💨

user2 He looks amazing regardless

user3 YESSS IT’S BACKKK LET’S GOO🧡🧡🧡

yourusername Ty for the tag, great working w/ you

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user4 Ty for blessing Lando’s face

user5 She’s a magician with a camera😩

user6 Danny isn’t racing this yr right?😞

user7 Yeah he isn’t😭😭😭

user8 Ugh MCLAREN WHYYY

user9 I’m manifesting🫡

user10 Actually so delulu I made a mood board consisting ONLY of Lando😃

user11 At least you’re self aware💀

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yourusername Tbh I feel kinda bad for knowing next to NOTHING abt f1 but I’ll just do my job and whatever to pay rent in New York🤡 Last resort is the pole (not position😞)

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yourbestfriend 💀

yourusername Are you implying I wouldn’t be a great pole dancer?🤨

yourbestfriend Honestly? Yeah🥰

yourusername Bitch.

landonorris I didn’t even realize you’d take this many pics

yourusername Welcome to your new life (I sound and look like a fucking stalker rn wtaf)

yourfriend WTF YOU NEVER SAID YOU PHOTOGRAPHED LANDO NORRIS????

yourusername Surprise!!😻

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landonorris Checking out the credentials🤨

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yourusername At least I’m better than you🥰

landonorris You make a fair point… it’s your job😒

user1 Bffr rn😭

user2 Wdym? it’s his designated photographer. I think she’s a part of the team cause McLaren hired her

user1 Wait really?

user2 …yeah💀

user3 The way I love this new photographer😩

user4 Yeah she’s good. She’s well known in the photography world as one of the best in nyc

user3 Wtf that’s such an honor

user5 IS THAT HER??? 10 bucks they’re dating but not telling us

user6 Nah that’s too quick💀 They JUST hired her like this year.

user7 I’m excited for her shots in Miami

user8 I’ve seen some of her stuff at her gallery. Some of it sells for more than a month’s salary

user9 Her instagram is private😔💔

user10 It’s always been😭😭😭

f1gossip

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f1gossip New beau, Lando?👀

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user1 HUH WHAT😃

user2 They are just friends they are just friends they are just friends

user3 stfu what is this😭

user4 That looks a lot like yourusername

user5 💀

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yourusername Luckily this account is private💪 Hope they don’t find my very not private Twitter💀

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yourbestfriend Good luck😭

yourusername ty, I will not need it😩

landonorris what is this Twitter you speak of🤨🤨🤨

yourusername Nothing👽

f1gossip

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f1gossip Looks like Lando’s girl has Twitter👀

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user1 Wtaf I love her

user2 Ever wondered she might not want it leaked💀

yourusername Oh… wow…😐

user3 OFMHSK IT’S YOU

yourusername In all my glory😮‍💨🔥

user4 I love how she’s literally just like everyone else and not some snob😭

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landonorris Who would’ve thought it was possible to post your own paparazzi photos?!

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yourusername Holy shit, this is revolutionary🤯

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yourusername Why don’t the media just hire me to take better pics of us🤡🤡

landonorris Ikr

user1 Nah I’m loving this

user2 They are really handing the media’s ass on a silver plate💀💀💀

user3 This is pure gold😭

user4 I thought Kika and Pierre were my fav but Lando and her just raised the bar

user5 Honestly lmao

user6 why aren’t more wags like this

user7 Publicity probs

user8 Publicity doesn't make sense because she’d fear it too..?

user7 Nah I actually don’t think she cares very much💀

user9 You guys keep doing you, this is amazing.

yourusername Hell yeah😩

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yourusername We’ve been around👯‍♀️

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yourbestfriend FUCK YEAH WE HAVE

yourusername Ugh we should travel together sometime

yourbestfriend We should

landonorris Where was my invite?

yourusername Nonexistent.

landonorris Wow. I feel so insulted.

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yourusername Welcome to my Instagram, peasants. Above, you can see a little bit of everything I serve on here (and yes, I do SERVE).

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yourbestfriend Hot

yourusername I know

landonorris ❤️

yourusername tmrw is our 1 yr anniversary.

landonorris Did you think I forgot?

yourusername Yes

landonorris You’re not wrong…

user1 1 YEAR WHAT????

user2 They hid it for so long😭

user3 I’ve been waiting ages to finally gain access to her Instagram

yourusername thank you, loyal plebe.

user4 2nd pic is me during exam season❤️

user5 Literally same

user6 She’s living my dream fr

yourusername I must be very powerful, then

user7 Skin care routine???

yourusername Random shit from drugstores

user8 She’s so down to earth but classy in a funny way. How tf do I even explain her😭

yourusername I’m an enigma

user9 Lando is lucky wtf

yourusername Right?

user10 No but you and Lando compliment each other so well

yourusername Ty<3

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landonorris For a whole year, you’ve given me everything I’ve ever needed. A fun and breezy outlook on life. You’re just amazing. I love you and I didn’t forget about today❤️

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yourusername I’ll let it go for today. Only because I love you too❤️

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maxverstappen1 Congrats you guys👏

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yourbestfriend Feels like yesterday I told you how to get her attention😔

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carlossainz55 Congratulations guys, enjoy yourselves today🍾

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𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻…

𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚!

𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩! (𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙣, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨, 𝙙𝙢𝙨, 𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙨: 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧(𝙨) 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚(𝙨) 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣.)

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Tell me about your OC!!!

UHHHHHH OK SO I HAVE A LOT (53 to be precise actually lmao) AND A BLOG FOR THEM (( @character-ceiling )) BUT I RANDOM NUMBER GENERATED SO HERE IS SOME STUFF ABOUT #16 (ELISE "LISSY" AMAL)

Okay so in the universe Lissy exists in (story is called Neo) it's very futuristic, the galaxy is kinda ruled over by this thing called the Neogalactic Federation which is basically an evil capitalist government whatever (its not entirely fleshed out despite being like three years old lmao), and one of the things that the Federation does in order to kinda indoctrinate people into their system is this thing called Neogalactic Vagrant Crews (NGVCs for short). These are basically groups of kids/young adults who go around "solving problems" on various planets and setting the stage for the Federation to come in and kind of manipulate the leaders or whatever (again, not exactly fleshed out)

The heroes of this story belong to one crew (NGVC 57-K) and they end up rebelling and hopefully taking down the Federation (idk I haven't gotten that far lmao). Lissy, however, has been successfully manipulated by the Federation and she and her crew (NGVC 23-R) (Lin, Ea, Mel, Lissy, and later Thorn) take their job really really seriously. Thorn is involved with our hero crew and so 23-R's role in the plot is to kind of take out/destroy the hero crew.

When Thorn joins the crew, she describes each of the characters, and she says about Lissy "Elise, who goes by Lissy, on… very good terms with Mel. I’m not entirely sure what she does, but she seems kind. Kind of weak that is. Haha. I don’t need to worry about her."

Lissy is a little bit artsy, she's silly and very much in love with her girlfriend Mel. She's kind of stupid but she's also kind of a badass. Lissy and Mel are the evil t4t lesbians that nobody asked for but everybody needed. Lissy has green dyed hair and she's very pretty (Mel makes sure to tell her this often). Mel and Lissy are kind of an inseparable duo, and both have similar ways of dressing (very aesthetic, tight fitting, revealing.)

While some members of the crew might have active ill-intent (like Lin, Thorn, maybe Mel), Lissy is really just along for the ride and she trusts the others with everything. She doesn't exactly understand the whole situation (nobody does, really), and doesn't realize she's being indoctrinated/manipulated by the Federation. She's not a bad person but she definitely functions as one in the story.

ANYWAY YEAH that's 1 out of 53 hehe :)). Honestly surprised it took up this much space because Lissy is a fairly minor character in her story lmao. Anyway yeah <3! Ty for the ask!

[docolives]

THE INSPIRATION BEHIND… OLIVIA ANN HARTMAN

we used to laugh / flora cash 🎧

blood & muscle / lissie 🎧

keep climbing / delta goodrem 🎧

livvy is … the quintessential horse girl, red-bottomed shoes, crisp white linens on body and beds, family dinners, a soft heart, a determination to move mountains, a glass of wine in a manicured hand, that single tear in the corner of a blue eye, ocean sunrises, a best friend and sister all in one.

There's something to be said about the siren call of horses. Of all of the things that Livvy and I might have in common, our love of those is the biggest, most tying thing. A lot of people who know me online probably don't know that I was the owner of a (retired) thoroughbred racehorse, which was a literal dream come true of mine. I grew up like a lot of kids, fantasizing about having my own horse. I read the Thoroughbred series religiously, wishing that I could be Ashleigh Griffen, I knew movies like Black Beauty and The Last Unicorn by heart, watched Spirit over and over again... and that's the biggest thing that Livvy has taken from me. My horse girl days heavily inspired Livvy and her personality. We also share a love of soft pinks and the sounds of the ocean. It's just that it's our love of horses that fuels is: me to play Livvy, and Livvy to make them her life.

In relation to my other characters, I would say that Livvy is my princess. She grew up in an old money type family that has been in Merrock for years and years. I took a lot of inspiration from that sort of aesthetic: a character who wears high end fashion with Louboutin heels, never goes out without diamonds in her ears, paints her nails, has a lip gloss in every nook or cranny she can find... but has that quiet intensity to her that can burn if you get a little too close. Where Nari is a woman who is loud and outspoken and laughs at everything she sees and radiates sunshine and rainbows, Livvy is the kind of woman who is one step ahead of you mentally and has already figured out the question before it's been asked... but with a smile on her face and a polite word for everyone she comes up against.

My friends also inspired Livvy! I so badly wanted to play a character that would have strong connections to my friends, since she was coming in later down the line -- she was the wife of a dear friend's character, and the sister of Erin's Mandy; because Emily and Claire were born to play siblings! Because of Livvy's connection with Mandy, family became a strong, grounding point of who Livvy was, because of her connection with Nathan, love became something she desperately sough out, but always seemed to be struggling to find. The face claim of Claire Holt did inspire some things in Livvy, too -- her sense of wit and humor, her love of fashion (Livvy very secretly did modeling gigs years ago as a gentle nod to Claire always joking about being a model).

Career-wife, I was torn between a pediatrician and a physical therapist or a veterinarian when creating Livvy; I knew that I wanted her to be someone who helped and healed others, and had original settled on pediatrician when I realized it would be easier to build connections with others in the same field... but instead wrote it into her (somewhat tragic) backstory of having a lover who lost a child when she was still a very young woman, herself. Ironically, I had chosen physical therapist around the time that I broke my foot and uh, had to consider doing that. It felt right! I actually don't like anything medical-related, which is why I'm slowly transitioning her away from working in offices, to working with horses. My desire to play a healer who makes lives good again is so much more achievable around the smell of leather and hay.

There was a sort of 'second round of inspiration' for Livvy that kicked in once she was once again a single woman figuring life out, which is when Livvy 2.0 was born. Girl boss Livvy. High standards Livvy. Love yourself Livvy. Her personality did change a little bit, in which she was no longer afraid to go after what she wanted and be who she wanted to be, instead of the princessy girl most people were intimidated to get to know and talk to. That inspiration, I took from who we all wish that we could be. Strong, independent women as beautiful inside as they are outside.

Livvy's personal life is, mostly, personal. Originally, she was supposed to fix her marriage and go on to have babies and live a happy life -- things don't always work out, and instead, she ended up filing for divorce. But the original inspiration was two people who had broken in every conceivable way, but were mending and fixing things day by day. These days, my inspiration for her love life is a girl who thinks she just wants to have fun and not care about relationships or connections, but deep down, is lonely at night. Not me, necessarily, but people of that age bracket who tell themselves they're fine, when really, they want more out of their lives. Friendship-wise, Livvy was inspired by those girls in high school who were popular with everyone: the cheerleaders, the math nerds, the choir girls, the witchy types... simply because she was kind to them, maybe a little quiet. That translated well into adulthood. And, of course, she's a cat person. I'm a cat person. If you guys haven't figured this out yet, you pretty much will in time.

Oh, and listening to a lot of music by women -- Livvy's playlist is one of those playlists that's like, 90% songs by women. It's hard not to be inspired by songs by women about heart break or standing tall, or figuring things out as they go.

[florenceuptonshadow]

Chargé d'affaires//Molly, Floss & Eleanor

@a-shadow-far-cast

“Tear it down, build it back better. That’s the idea, right?” Eleanor replied bitterly. “I try not to speak ill of Lissy’s dad, but I have to wonder how much of everything that has happened is ‘acceptable,’ to him. I love Lissy too, as much as any one of us who know her, but....the world wasn’t his to offer her. And the lives lost weren’t his to take. But at the same time...yea. You’re right. The machine is wrecked. And the people who can build something in its place just all happen to be best friends.  Well, all of us except for Paris. I’m sure we stand to benefit from her inclusion in some way.. but right now...I don’t see it.”

Her frustration grew as she scanned the trees again and found them defiantly still. “Apparently I don’t see our deer either.” She hoisted her rifle over her shoulder and started for the treeline.

As Pan’s right hand, Eleanor had grown used to the questions about her disappearance. The standard issue reply that it was above their clearance came as naturally as breathing. But the silence in the air was heavier than the constant barrage of inquiry. “One thing more tiring than that line of questioning is being alone in the truth.” Eleanor stopped moving. She sighed. A resignation occurred as she set her eyes forward and started moving again.

“I only pretend to be an idiot.” Eleanor admitted. “Lissy told me the particulars of her disappearance the night she left.” She stopped again, looking around the landscape. The only creatures other that Floss there were now the wiser were the birds. It made speaking a little easier. “She had a suspicion and she wanted a bit of peace and quiet if it turned out to be true. So she bought a beachside villa off the books. Then the truth hits her and she suddenly had the idea of tying up loose ends; started flying O-Ren ishii all over the place. All the tribulation aside, I’m excited for this new phase of her life...but she’d using duty to mask panic. She has friends who had helping her as best as they can....but if she does too much more, we have an idea to convince her to come home. That’s...if Molly doesn’t beat us to it. As for Cyanne...”

Eleanor paused once more. “I don’t know. There was a space-faring artifact that made landfall a month or so ago. The tech is old and alien but somehow easy to interface with it. Cyanne was leading research into it when she touched it and...reacted to it. She insisted that she and the stone be quarantined...but she wont say what happened or why. She took all of her research and placed it on a private server with no network access of any kind. No one’s talking about it, Floss, because no one knows about it.”

“It’s an old adage, I know, but there is truth in the idea that the best people to have power are the ones who don't actually want it.” Floss responded levelly, hands pushed into her pockets. 

“And since we’re blessedly unobserved I’ll take the opportunity to say that I’d trust Delun Doi’s motivations about as far as I could throw him with my bare hands...Which is not far. He had no right. He’s just one man, who is he to decide?” Floss frowned. 

“But there’s maybe another way of looking at it. I had a singularly inauspicious induction into this organization; I knew going in I was compromised, morally. I made horrible decisions. But something in me changed the last few years...”

She let her gaze drift out toward the edge of the woods. It felt peaceful.

“...Whether we want it or not we have the power, we could walk away - let the next person come in to fill the void. Or we could try and do something with it. I get the impression from what you’re saying that Pan is feeling that. What I know about Ishii you could write on the back of a post-it note but Pan’s responding to something. Perhaps as sense of responsibility, maybe she just cares.”

“But all that said about power and doing right-” Floss raised one eyebrow, her expression was soft, but serious. “-That doesn't mean you have to submit to having a crown put on your head.”

She shrugged, lightening. “That’s it. That’s the pep talk. I’ll promise I’ll stop going on but...what on earth, space faring artifact...??”

The phone buzzed in Floss’ pocket, derailing the question. She fished it out suspecting it was Molly. Though it wasn't like her to be unable to track the scientist’s footsteps.

“Well, speak of the devil...If you forgive the saying.” She uttered and sat back down on the tree stump. Her brow fell in concentration as her eyes took in blood panels and features of the particular poison all laid out in the reports sent by Pan. Floss could process this kind of information the way most people unthinkingly perceived melody in music. She typed back rapidly with one finger on her phone;

Well whoever cooked this up was a dab hand with a gene synthesizer, and a grudge, I suspect...

It’s a extremely effective toxin, but lucky for us it’s elegance contains it’s undoing; using all the genetic information here I just need to synthesize a corresponding rna strand to unravel it and return the genetic expression to normal function. After administration of that, the victim will almost certainly return to full health.

I don't have a gene synthesizer on hand, but there’s one in the Cambridge University labs that I could commandeer.

I’ll get on it asap...I am, slightly, distracted at present. Eleanor is here at the house with me and Molly, I’m hunting deer if you can believe it.

If you can get the patient to Cambridge I can have the antidote ready within a day or two at most.

It’ll be good to see you, toxins aside

Floss

Floss hit send and looked up at Eleanor. “I think we might be about to have even more house guests...” 

She explained everything. 

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Molly was on the way back from Elsworth. Her fingers drumming absently on the steering wheel as mile after mile of unusually empty English motorway rolled out in front of her. She could tell Floss was trying her best, that it was well intentioned. But it all felt so obscure to her, and Liss had been about as communicative as a wall for...who even knew how long.

There it was. A tinge. The faintest touch. A single drop of ink in a glass of water. Her breath caught in her throat and her mouth dropped. Her eyes darted up and examined the rear view mirror.

The back seat was empty. Of course it was. Whatever it was it receded but it had felt like...What? She searched herself for the meaning. Sometimes she could still feel her little sister’s hand in hers, the afternoons they had walked around Brattleboro Falls. Or was it Rocket? Those nights she’d gone to find her in the bathroom on her own, picked her up and brought her back to the dorm.

It was something...like that. She shook herself. She was probably just tired and worried.

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hiiiiiii kk can i request "you are my new pillow" with nat pls <33

pairing: natasha romanoff x gn!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 620

warnings: none unless you count the reader having allergies 

a/n: ahhhh hello lissie!! ty for requesting :DD <33

send me a pairing and a prompt from here!! (closed)

Spring; it’s everyone’s favorite season because it’s finally sunny once more after the long and cold winter months. For you, though, it’s your least favorite season. Why? One word: allergies. As much as you enjoy and relish the lovely sunshine illuminating your bedroom, you despise not being able to see or breathe well the moment you crack open a window and that’s exactly what led to your current bed-ridden state. Upon waking up that morning, you found out that Tony opened up a few windows due to an accident or two in his lab that involved a lot of fumes and chemicals. While you couldn’t really blame him, you were also annoyed because you had plans to spend the day with Natasha baking.

Sighing, you reach over to grab a tissue on your nightstand to blow your nose for the millionth time that afternoon. At this point, your nose was red from the constant blowing and your eyes were equally red from the itchiness and mildly puffiness. After throwing away the tissue in the trash can Natasha kindly placed next to the bed, you groan in exasperation. A few light knocks on your door snag your attention as Natasha carefully shuffles in holding two mugs of tea and a bottle of Benadryl. She makes her way over to you and clears the tissues off of the nightstand, making room for the mugs and medicine. Sitting down next to you, the red head gently cups your cheek and hums in concern. You instinctively lean into her touch, making her smile.

“How are you holding up, moya lyubov?”

“Terribly, my nose is so stuffed, it’s like someone shoved pillows into them and my eyes are so itchy and watery, I can’t do anything about it.”

At your frustrated tone, she furrows her brows and begins to stroke your cheek as she says, “Well, I made you some tea with ginger and honey so hopefully that can make your nose feel better. I also brought some Benadryl so you can just rest up, too.”

At her words, your heart melts at how kind and caring your girlfriend is. Weakly smiling at her, you put your arms out, signaling that you want to sit up. She understands your gesture and hoists you up, placing a pillow behind you to keep your body upright. Before you know it, a mug of tea appears in front of you as Natasha holds another in her other hand. As you reach for it, you thank her and breathe in the steam coming from the drink. While you’re still pretty congested by the time you empty the mug and take some of the Benadryl, you definitely feel a lot better now that you have Natasha by your side. 

The medication begins to take effect as you start to feel drowsy and nearly fall asleep sitting up. Natasha smiles as she watches you try to fight off the sleep to continue the conversation with her. Gently pulling you towards her, she helps readjust your positioning so that you’re laying down comfortably. In your sleepy state, you whine and call out for your girlfriend.

“Nattyyyy, I’m ready for cuddles.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming, don’t worry.”

Sliding into bed next to you, Natasha opens up her arms, inviting you into her embrace. Quickly moving into them, you make yourself comfortable against her chest. As your blinks get longer and your breathing begins to slow, Natasha rubs your back and asks, “Are you comfortable down there?”

Nodding, you respond tiredly, “Mhmm, you’re so comfy, Nat. I think you’re my new pillow now.”

Softly laughing at your comment, she settles on placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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[imaginingsoftly]

Wedding Date Pt. 3 - Tyler Seguin

Type: strangers-enemies-lovers, series

Requested: no

Warnings: none?? I don’t think?

To say that Kirsten looked perfect would be an understatement. Melissa felt tears well up in her eyes as she looked over at her friend, though she was willing them not to spill over and ruin her makeup. The ball gown was plain, just ivory silk, but the multi-foot long train hanging off the back took it from simple to splendid. Kirsten was holding a tissue up to her eyes as she stared into the mirror. “C’mere, Lissy.” Kirsten held out her free hand, and Melissa gripped it as she stepped forward. 

The pair stared into the mirror as they stood side-by side. All of the bridesmaids were in cream, a shade darker than Kirsten’s dress, simple chiffon a-line dresses. Kirsten was still barefoot, so Melissa in her heels was the taller friend for once, and Kirsten gently leaned her head onto Melissa’s shoulder. “I’m so thankful I have you here for this,” Her words were whispered, and only meant for Melissa. 

Melissa leaned her head gently against her friend’s, careful not to mess up her hair. “Love, you, Kirs.” The other bridesmaids smiled in the background, and Melissa saw a smile out of the corner of her eye as the photographer took a picture of the pair. If the picture came out nicely, she would definitely be getting it framed for Kirsten from Christmas. A knock at the door interrupted the moment, and Kirsten’s mother popped her head in. “They’re ready.” The rest of the bridesmaids cheered quietly, and Melissa put her hands on Kirsten’s shoulders. 

“You ready?” Kirsten nodded nervously, and Melissa laughed. “Deep breaths, babe. Let’s do this.” She lifted Kirsten’s train as the bride slipped into her heels, and the pair walked together in the direction of the water. The wedding was going to be in a spot overlooking the lake, just in time for the sunset. 

Kirsten stopped short just as they got outside, waving everyone else forward. “Go ahead,” she said amiably, “I just need to talk to Lissy for a second.” Melissa dropped her friend’s train, stepping forward as everyone else continued down towards the water. Kirsten’s mother looked back a few times, like she was afraid the pair were going to run away. Honestly, Melissa wasn’t sure what was happening either.

She didn’t get a chance to ask before Kirsten was turning to grip her arms. “I just needed a second to breathe.” Ah. Melissa looked into her friend’s eyes concernedly, and she could see some minor panic in them. “I chose this place and such a small wedding because I wanted it to be more relaxed, but you know how John’s family is. They don’t go halfway on anything.” Kirsten closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I’ve just been so stressed trying to fight them on some of the more extreme stuff they wanted, plus the fact that I didn’t want to get married in a church, and it all just hit me that it’s finally over. I finally get John, and I won’t have to do this shit anymore.” She let out a giggle, and Melissa smiled weakly now that she knew her friend wasn’t about to run away from the wedding. “Wedding planning sucks ass.” 

Melissa leaned forward and threw her arms carefully around her friend. She hadn’t known that John’s parents were causing so much stress. Despite all of Kirsten’s scheming and dramatics towards her friends’ relationships, she was a pretty independent person. It wasn’t much of a surprise that she had hidden tension with her in-laws with everyone. They were good people, just a little bit snobbish. That was why the wedding was happening at a resort instead of at Kirsten’s family’s cabin, and why there were four bridesmaids instead of just Melissa. “I love you, Kirs. Now let's go get you to your man before he thinks we’ve run away together, yeah?”

Kirsten laughed, though she was also visibly fighting back tears. “Remember when my mom was convinced you and I were gonna elope that spring break Junior year?” Melissa put a hand to her mouth as she burst out in giggles. The pair had both been single at the time and very close, and at some point Kirsten’s mother had decided they were in love. She had almost seemed disappointed when the two returned from Spring Break in Jamaica not married. 

“Yeah, exactly. Let’s get you down to the altar before she starts telling everybody she was right all along.” Kirsten laughed harder as Melissa began tugging her down the path towards the water. 

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“Dance with me?” Melissa glanced up at Tyler skeptically. “I promise I’ll make you look good.” She would have been offended if not for the teasing look on his face, his smile lighting up his eyes. He had a knack for showing up at the right times; watching Kelly and Cameron crawl all over each other had gotten uncomfortable. It was time for a break from the table. Tyler gripped Melissa’s hands when she offered them, hauling her to her feet with a little bit too much strength. She stumbled into him with a gasp as the heel of her sandals caught in her dress. Tyler caught her before she could face plant into his chest. “You know,” he said with a grin, “if you wanted me to sweep you off your feet you should have just said so.” 

Melissa groaned. “Your pickup lines suck.” Tyler barked out a laugh at her mumbled words and pulled her even closer. She tried not to melt into his arms, but the knowing look Kelly threw in her direction told Melissa she was failing. Honestly, she couldn’t help it. He had put on a fitted navy suit, perfectly tailored to fit his body. Casual clothes suited him well, but dresswear was almost overwhelming. Tyler held her close as he shuffled her towards the dancefloor, and Melissa’s heart fluttered. He was way too good at flirting. No one should be able to melt people’s hearts like this. 

The music was slower now, not the quick dance music it had been at the beginning of the reception. Tyler used that as an excuse to pull Melissa even tighter once they reached the corner of the dance floor. One of his hands slotted at the base of her back, pulling her in against his chest as the other brushed a stray hair from her cheek. “I don’t think I’ve told you yet how beautiful you look.” He smiled softly when she blushed. This wasn’t the same Tyler that had teased her back at the table. This was the Tyler that had made her coffee and talked about his dogs the night before. She liked all of him so far, even the teasing, but this was her favorite side of him. 

She was saved from a response, probably stammered appreciation, by a song change. Kip Moore’s “Come Home With You” filtered through the speakers, and she chuckled lightly. “How much do you want to bet Kirsten told the DJ to play that song?” Melissa was joking, but Tyler’s eyes turned serious. He spun Melissa suddenly, twisting her out and then tucking her into his chest. They continued to sway like that, her back tucked into Tyler’s front, when he leaned down next to her ear. 

He sang along with the next words, sending a shiver down her spine. “No, I don't want to be alone, is it alright if I come home with you?” If he ever asked for real, Melissa was pretty sure she would say yes. The song faded, and Tyler kissed the part of her neck that met her shoulder. “Any chance you’d let me take that dress off of you tonight?” Melissa nodded, swallowing roughly. She felt a sort of nervous anticipation at what would happen when they got back to the suite, but it also felt like they’d been moving towards this from the beginning. Tyler released her, though he quickly grabbed her hand once she was facing him again. “You ready now?” 

Tyler didn’t wait for a response before he started to pull Melissa towards the door inside. Kirsten caught Melissa’s eye as they walked across the patio, a smug smirk on her face. She was never going to let this go, but Melissa couldn’t bring herself to be upset about it. 

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It was the heat that woke Melissa up. She was sweaty, and there was a heavy weight resting around her waist. Tyler’s arm. Memories of the wedding and the night that followed came flooding back, and Melissa squeezed her eyes shut for a minute. She was sore, in the best possible way. 

She attempted to shift out from under Tyler just for a little bit of relief from the heat that he was radiating, but his arm tightened around her as he mumbled a soft “no”. Melissa giggled, and that jostled Tyler just enough that he jerked awake. He loosened his arm slightly, and Melissa was able to turn around to face him. “Hey Ty,” she whispered softly. His answering smile, sleepy and soft, melted her heart. She hadn’t slept in the same bed as a man since breaking up with Liam, and Melissa took a second to recognize how nice it felt to wake up to someone holding her. 

“Promise me we’ll talk again after this weekend?” Tyler’s voice, quiet and unsure, was unexpected. She’d been convinced he was the one and done type, the guy who wouldn’t bother trying to contact her again. Apparently she was wrong.

A hand came up to sweep hair out of her face, and Tyler stared down at her while he waited for an answer. “Yeah, Tyler. We’ll talk again.” 

[possiblypeachy]

tea & schemes. (11)

―; summary: getting ready for the dinner party is a lot more anxiety-filled than anyone had perhaps thought-- for good reason, too.

―; pairing: jacob frye x ofc

―; word count: 4.4k

―; warnings: light swearing. willard generally making me uncomfortable ksjdksj

―; A/N: They!! Them!! i had a burst of “let’s write” today and slammed out like half of this so please pardon any stupid mistakes kshdskd please do enjoy, however, bc i’m love Them and i want everyone else to too!

―; tags: @vamprose (bebbee) (p.s. do ask if you’d like to be tagged in the future!)

―; part: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11

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“Felicity!” Florence groaned, puffing out her chest perhaps more than was needed in order to prove a point. “The seams will burst if you--” Lace tightened again and she sucked in a sharp breath, “-- adjust the corset any further.”

Lissie ignored her, contemplating whether or not to tie it up or continue pulling. It appears she had decided on the latter. “Nonsense.” She unthreaded a portion of the lace, finally allowing Florence to take a deep breath, before simply making the section achingly tighter. “You’re having dinner with nobility, dear; we must accentuate those hips of yours else--”

“I think you forget that I have no plans on marrying Willard.” There was a pause. “He’s a prick.”

Lissie chortled behind her, finally tying the lace up and patting her back, making sure everything was in place. “Yes, but you have to look like you want to marry him and bear those beautiful, golden-haired children of his.”

Florence gagged, turning to collect her crinolette from the chair with a frown. “I’ll have nightmares for weeks if you’re not careful.”

The maid took it from her and gestured for her to lean over somewhat so she could shimmy it over Florence’s body. “Besides,” She began, watching on as Florence did a strange little jig, helping the crinolette settle over her hips and backside evenly. A dastardly curl tugged at the maid’s lips, “Jacob’s to be going with you, is he not?” Florence groaned, rubbing the space between her brows. “It’s not such a bad thing to make him look at your arse--”

“Lissie!” She hit the maid, stopping her from sliding petticoats over Florence’s head. Lissie did that dirty little giggle of hers before continuing with the task at hand. “I don’t-- I’m not going to--”

“Don’t lie to me, dear.” Lissie’s face was so deadpan that it made one wonder how desensitised she truly was to topics like this. Florence, on the other hand, had red-tinged ears and a twist to her lips that told of a loss of innocence. “He’s a handsome man. It’s only right that you might want to… butter the biscuit--”

“Felicity, no--”

“Perhaps a bit of dancing in the sheets?”

“I have no intention to seduce Jacob in the middle of Willard’s estate.” Florence huffed, turning to collect up her skirts and throw them over her head. “That’s… so many levels of sin and I,” Her nose upturned slightly, a certain amusement dancing about in her eyes, “am a woman of great virtue.”

Lissie pursed her lips, bending over to ensure that Florence’s dress fell properly around her ankles. “Well,” She straightened herself again, blue eyes meeting brown, “I would’ve at your age. The naughtiness makes it all the better.”

Florence’s lips curled into an inquisitive smirk, an eyebrow raised as she slid her arms into her bodice, slowly buttoning it with a look in her eyes that was enough to make any criminal confess. “I feel like there’s a story behind that statement.” She flattened the material down, spinning about in the mirror to check how she looked, before dragging her gaze back to Lissie. “Pray tell?”

Lissie rolled her lips inwards, contemplating. Then, with a sigh, she gestured toward that vanity table, encouraging Florence to sit. “Fine. I’ll tell you while I sort out your hair, though you mustn’t tell anyone-- especially not the leatherworker down the road.”

Florence gasped. “You didn’t!”

“It’s…” Lissie huffed out a laugh, clicking her tongue, “... probably not what you think.”

--

The sky had darkened outside, a mere strip of orange at the horizon and the beginnings of stars dotting the heavens. Florence had made a little home at the dining table, speaking with her brother about the possible events of the night. Every-so-often, he would have to hold one of her shaking hands or made a stupid joke-- as is the way of older brothers-- to calm her poor nerves. She’d end up ripping her hair out and no one wanted that; Lissie would kill him.

“When do you think the carriage driver will be here?” Her voice had a tinge of worry to it, words forced out a little faster than usual. Florence hadn’t stopped chewing her lips since Lissie had finished with her hair.

“Soon, I suspect.” Freddy had said this quickly, wanting to take a sip of tea to brace himself for the question he planned to ask next. “Why are you so… concerned about this whole ordeal? It’s unlike you, Florrie; where’s the girl that was spitting on kidnappers?”

Her mouth twisted into a smile at that, though one of her hands came up to hide it, eyes still proclaiming worry. “He-- Willard-- just feels so much more…” Her eyes dragged across the room as she searched for a word. Finally, her gaze met his again, “... serious. I’m tired of being two different people-- my name may as well be bloody... Margaret when I’m with him. Lying is harder when the prospect of marrying the villain is so very real.”

Frederick hummed, dark eyes glazed with thought. “Father wouldn’t want you to marry anyone you were opposed to. Besides,” The look he gave her was earnest, “all we need is a shred of evidence-- solid evidence-- against him and I can get him arrested myself. Speaking of which,” He turned slightly so that he could look toward the door, “where is Mister Frye?”

Florence clasped her hands together, trying to push the worry into the pit of her stomach rather than letting it loose in her heart. “I’m sure he’s nearby.” Freddy gave her an unconvinced look. “Jacob wouldn’t break his promise to me.”

“You trust him a lot.” Freddy clicked his tongue, stirring his spoon about in his tea. Then, he withdrew it from the cup and pointed it at his sister. “He’s an assassin, you know? They deal in lies and secrecy.”

“Freddy--”

He held his hands up, surrendering. “I’m just making an observation, Florrie. I don’t want you to put all of your coins in one pot only to later realise that it’s actually a tube.”

“Jacob is not a tube--”

A knock came to the door, along with muffled conversation. Freddy and Florence shot each other a look and he rose from his chair.

“It’s Jacob.”

“Or, the carriage driver.”

Florence’s expression soured and Frederick took that as his queue to leave her at the table. Good thing that he did too, else that pompous tie he wore would be strangling him.

Another two knocks rapped against their door and Freddy heard an exasperated sigh on the other side. He fiddled with the lock for a few moments before opening the door, revealing not one Frye but two. How wonderful. He felt his very soul shiver.

“-- you not tell me sooner? If you believe him to be a threat, you could’ve--”

“Evening, Freddy. Looking as handsome as ever.” Jacob squeezed in through the door, tipping his hat-- his top hat-- in greeting as he passed the police officer. Evie followed suit, too caught up in lecturing her brother to even say a quick ‘hello’ to Freddy, who looked like he’d been through a hurricane and a half without the night having even begun.

“-- warned me so I could sort it out. Aren’t you too busy doing that Pearl woman’s dirty work to be attending dinner parties?”

Jacob spun around on his heel, making Evie bump into him, which in turn only angered her further. “Why can I not do both? Didn’t you always want me to be more active in civilised society?” Florence poked her head around the doorway to see Evie clench her fist. Jacob’s head dipped to the side, as if he wanted to invade her space but didn’t want a black eye before the event. “Or, have you finally become aware that I’m the one doing all the work? God forbid that I take a night off, lest all of London fall, right, Evie?”

“You’re impossible!”

He blanked her and peered around his sister in hopes of meeting eyes with the sergeant. “Where’s Flor, Freddy?”

“Why must you always have your own agenda, Jacob?” Evie tried to interject to very little avail; her brother had no desire to continue their argument. He was there for Florence and, by God, he wouldn’t disappoint.

Frederick pointed loosely in the direction of the dining room, other hand raised to his forehead as if that might protect him from an oncoming headache. “Over there, anxiously eating this morning’s loaf, most likely.”

Florence, by this point, had hidden herself from view again, debating on whether she should barge into the kitchen to ask for comfort from Lissie or to suck it all up and face the rage of Evie Frye and the inevitability of tonight’s dinner plans. Just as she was about to decide on the former, hands fumbling with the door to the kitchen, three bodies turned the corner and stopped in place, watching her pat down her dress as though that was all that she had ever planned to do. Florence was a smart woman, but this was one of the occasions in which she certainly was not.

“Hello.” She said, voice wavering in such a way that she sounded like a prepubescent boy. Jacob’s lips tugged upwards.

“You look beautiful.” He replied. Freddy grimaced and Evie rolled her eyes to the side, disgusted by the prospect that their respective sibling might ever feel romantic emotions. Admittedly, however, neither could deny that Florence did look particularly dolled-up for the occasion-- what with a dress that almost matched her eyes in that golden-brown hue and loose curls framing her face. Not to say that she didn’t look nice enough any other day-- anyone who said otherwise would get a pointed look and a scowl-- but Florence had really gone all out for this dinner. There was a tiny part of his heart that felt a pang at this-- why had she put so much effort in for him?-- but he pushed it aside; she was doing what she-- everybody-- thought was right.

Florence’s lips tugged upwards and she took a few steps towards him, keeping them separated by a few chairs around the dining table. “You…” She took in his appearance, “... clean up nicely.”

He barked out a laugh. “Ah, thank you, dear Flor.” He took the liberty of moving towards her, throwing a glance at Freddy to assess how he felt on the situation. Her brother had a hawk-like glint in his eyes, sure to bat any wandering hands back to their respective owners-- whether Jacob’s or Florence’s.

Upon seeing this, she huffed a laugh through her nose and swept around the dining table-- a task that is not difficult to do when wearing such a dress-- to wrap Jacob into a hug. “I like the hat.” She murmured into his shoulder, careful to not mess up the hair that had taken Lissie so long to pin into place. Jacob’s hands hovered for a few moments, taken aback by this show of affection in front of her brother, but quickly threw all caution to the wind and accepted her embrace, planting a chaste kiss atop her head.

At that exact moment, Lissie opened the door from the kitchen, broom in hand, only to immediately coo over the pair of them, a hand pressed to her cheek and all. “Look at you couple of sweethearts!” Jacob and Florence pulled away from one another, though his hand lingered on the small of her back for a few moments before retracting. Florence’s look to the maid was filled with desperation-- a want for her to just stay quiet. Lissie was a loud woman, however. “See, Freddy?” She leant the broom against the dining table so she could take Florence’s face in her hands and squeeze her cheeks together, forcing her to face her brother. “You can’t stop young love.” When her eyes met Frederick’s, they shared a similar look of despair. Then, as her sight trailed to Evie, wondering what she might think of the whole situation, she was met with a look of confusion. Florence would’ve sighed, had her cheeks not been pushed together so tightly.

“Whve do lishen for dhe carrige drivuh.”

Everyone’s brows drew downwards in confusion.

Florence tried to huff to little avail and batted Lissie’s hands away. “We have to listen for the carriage driver.” There was a small chorus of ‘oh’s, to which Florence rolled her eyes. “It is as though I’m the only person here that has any worries about tonight.”

“I doubt he’ll-- what?-- poison us or anything.” Freddy said in an effort to calm. If anything, however, it merely made his sister angrier. The chance of him being strangled with his own tie was increasing once more. “For all intents and purposes, we’re simply going to a dinner party because this Willard bloke sees a future for you both. If he does anything-- this soon after his brother being arrested-- he’ll be throwing his entire family in the doghouse.”

Evie narrowed her eyes. “Willard Molyneux-Herbert? That’s the Willard we’re talking about?” All eyes landed on her, inquisitive, though Jacob’s gaze held a small inkling of annoyance too, borne from a desire for his sister to stay out of this business. “Mister Green has been looking into his family for a while. They’re incredibly guarded, despite being in the public eye so often, and their grounds often have Blighters loitering about-- Jacob,” Evie furrowed her brows, gesturing somewhere as if the entire ordeal was laid out in front of them like a set of blueprints, “if you had actually told me of this matter--”

Three knocks rapped at the door and an obvious sense of relief washed across Jacob’s expression. “Well, dear sister, duty calls--”

“Jacob, no--”

He shuffled himself behind Florence and began to bump her out of the door, Freddy having already gone to greet the carriage driver. With a sing-song lilt to his voice, he replied, “Jacob, yes!” and kicked the door closed with his foot, leaving Evie and Lissie alone.

The maid placed her hands on her hips. “I have a bit of stew on the hob back there, if you’d like some grub before you leave?”

Evie turned to look at her, fatigue the only readable thing on her face, and nodded, pulling out a chair and plonking herself down upon it. “That would be lovely.”

--

The carriage ride there was tense. Well, Florence thought it was, at least. Her thumbs wouldn’t stop fiddling with one another and even Jacob’s constant poking at her brother barely made her smile. There was just this… sickness in the bottom of her stomach that told her something wasn’t right-- especially after what Evie had said-- and Frederick appeared to be sharing the same worries.

“What do you think she meant?” Florence finally asked as they were carted down some bumpy, dirt road. “Why would Mister Green be looking into his family?”

Freddy chewed on his lip. “His brother was obviously a threat to society. Maybe Mister Green just wanted to keep tabs on a dangerous family?” Florence and Jacob shared an unconvinced look. “I don’t know! I don’t know. All we can do is be careful, I suppose.”

“Do you not know anything about them?” Her gaze turned to Jacob, concern so prevalent in her eyes that it was almost as though the emotion had weaved itself into her very being.

There was a small moment in which Jacob felt bad for not having told his sister about the ordeal earlier; she could’ve told him all they knew about Willard’s family and Florence wouldn’t have been so torn up about the situation. It was difficult not to frown upon seeing her so upset. “I don’t; I’m sorry. Though, I suspect Evie and Greenie know very little too. We’ve been too busy with the Templars and the Rooks at the moment to look too far into some… poncey upper-class family.”

Florence breathed a laugh out through her nose. “Let’s hope they’re merely that.”

The rest of the carriage ride was quiet, with the occasional complaints about the bumps in the road or Freddy trying to keep the lovebirds from becoming too chummy in the back of the carriage. Hand holding was not allowed in front of him! Besides, he would live and die by the fear of the driver somehow sensing that Florence, his master’s ‘beloved’, was fawning over another man.

When they finally arrived, none of them had expected the size of his grounds and the ornate decorations strung about his estate. Florence, in a manner very much like a long-lost princess being shown the home of her recently found royal family, peered out of the window with her mouth agape and a wondrous glint in her eyes. Jacob seemed to be doing something similar-- even with the princess-esque vibe-- to which Freddy was overcome with an immediate sense of tiredness.

“Honestly,” Jacob turned to her, a little quirk to his lips, “I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to marry him.”

She hit his arm, the dimple appearing in her cheek for the first time today. He laughed, though it also sounded like an ‘ow!’, and plopped himself back down in his seat. Florence did the same, mischief in her eyes. “He’ll have to buy me a really nice horse first.”

“I have no chance, do I?” Jacob feigned hurt, holding a hand to his heart. “My own lady, betraying me for a stallion.”

“I suggest that we-- you-- stop with your… banter.” Freddy interjected, earning him looks of innocence from the other two. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Florrie, you’re in love with Willard. Jacob, you’re merely our… manservant--” Florence stifled a laugh at this and her brother shot her a sharp look, “-- which means no comments, no compliments, and none of your stupid comedy.”

“Okay,” Jacob huffed out a laugh, “No comments, no compliments, and no comedy: the three Cs. I’ve got it. I’ll be the best manservant the world has yet seen.”

Luckily for Jacob, the carriage slowed to a stop, preventing Freddy from trying to wring him out like a towel. Two thumps hit the side-- the driver signalling that they were finally there-- and Jacob pushed the door open, shoes crunching down on gravel. Freddy clambered out first and, much to Jacob’s disappointment, didn’t use their servant’s hand to help get out of the carriage. Florence, however, would never be beyond taking a chance to hold his hand and, as he helped her out, a little squeeze came to her fingers in an act of reassurance. She glanced around briefly, ensuring that no one was peeking at them through the many windows of the house and that the driver was on the other side of the carriage, before leaning up to place a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. He gave this little, conflicted smile, wanting nothing more than to reciprocate the gesture, but by the time that he would’ve made up his mind, Florence and her brother were already walking towards the grand doors of the house.

It was a beautiful estate and, honestly, Florence would be lying if she said she was unimpressed. Most people dreamt of living in such houses-- castles-- one day, though Florence refused to allow the thought of spending the rest of her days like a noblewoman to influence her image of Willard. He may be absurdly handsome and have that kind of wave to hair that made him seem like some sort of demi-god but he was a prick and Florence would try her best to remember that-- even if he does serve chicken fricassee. She narrowed her eyes. He would be a bastard if he served chicken fricassee.

“I have a feeling that me, being a police officer, and him, having a family now known for criminal activity, won’t be getting on particularly well.” Freddy leant to the side slightly so he could speak quietly to his sister. “I mean, what am I going to talk to him about? ‘Oh, yes, remember when I arrested your brother for mutilating his patients? Good times.’”

Florence’s lips twisted into a smile that suppressed laughter and a hand came to her brother’s arm. “I doubt he’ll be speaking much to you. Remember: I’m the subject of his affections, much to my own discomfort.”

Frederick grimaced at the thought. Why did all this happen to his little sister?

The carriage driver-- a short, middle-aged man-- hurried past both Jacob and the siblings to open the door and announce their arrival. However, it seemed as if their presence was already known; the door swung open to reveal Willard himself, all dressed up and hair slicked back, the colour of his suit a beautiful navy-- much like Florence’s favourite colour. She already felt uneasy and Freddy’s hand came to her elbow to gently usher her forward, though whether this was in an effort to comfort or to subject her to Willard’s greeting first she was unsure.

“Florence, it seems you have stolen the beauty of Aphrodite herself tonight.” He took a step outside, arms held outwards in a manner that was uncomfortably similar to someone beckoning their pet. “It is lovely to see you, sweet thing.”

Both men beside her tensed, for different reasons altogether, but it was comforting, nonetheless, to know that she wasn’t the only one that was feeling the weight of Willard’s words. However, despite the terrible feeling in her stomach, Florence’s lips curled into a polite smile-- dimple nowhere to be seen-- and walked toward him, steps unsteady beneath her skirts. “It’s been too long already, Willard. I must’ve spoken my maid’s ear off about tonight.” She placed her hands in his and he pulled her towards him in an embrace.

It was at this point that Willard seemed to grow cold, pale eyes boring into the manservant over Florence’s shoulder. They parted rather abruptly, her eyes wide, and Willard slid past her to regard the other two. “You must be Sergeant Frederick Abberline, no?” He held his hand out to shake, though his disposition was hardly as welcoming anymore. Freddy’s hand was shaken far more vigorously than he’d expected, shoulder jarring quite uncomfortably. He was barely able to get a word in lengthways, either; Willard had moved onto Jacob. “And, you, are Jacob Frye. I was unaware that others would be coming too.”

Florence’s fingers wrapped around Willard’s arm, her face appearing in the corner of his eye. “He’s paid to help us around the house and on outings by my father; the poor old man gets worried about the wellbeing of his youngest. It would send him into ill health if he knew that Mister Frye wasn’t here.”

“Well,” Jacob and Willard’s eyes were locked for far too long, manly pride likely being the reason for them staring the other down. Willard finally broke away so that he could look at Florence, an uncomfortable smile tugging at his lips, “he needn’t be there while we eat. There’s a parlour he can read in or perhaps the servant’s quarters are more fitting.”

Jacob bowed slightly. “Whatever the sir wishes. I aim only to serve.”

Florence pushed down a grin, her eyes meeting Jacob’s in a fleeting glance-- a brow raised just enough for him to notice-- before she was turned by Willard and escorted into the estate.

The house was pleasantly warm with the aroma of, what was most likely, their dinner wafting about the halls already. In that moment, Florence realised that she’d have to put dinnertime etiquette into use; she couldn’t gorge herself on potatoes like usual, she supposed. What a shame.

The interior was just as grandiose as the exterior, with plush red cushions strewn about on lounge chairs and golden-framed paintings on every wall she could possibly see. Florence was half surprised that there wasn’t ambient piano music echoing into every corner of the house. As they all turned a corner, they were met with the meek little smile of a worker who half-bowed and scurried away like a rat caught stealing bread. There was a strange sense of uneasiness in the interaction, though Willard paid it no mind, guiding Florence along the halls with a hand to her lower back.

Doors were pushed open with his free hand to reveal the dining room: a splendid interior with mahogany wood and a freshly picked vase of peonies, snapdragons, and daffodils. A pretty collection of flowers, she thought, though perhaps a tad too extravagant for her taste. Dishes clattered as cooks worked to lay out the table and-- what is that? Florence looked about for a few moments before meeting eyes with a pianist on the other side of the room. She could’ve laughed; there was the piano music she’d expected.

“I do believe,” Willard stepped to the side, an arm out to the side to welcome them into the room, “that our wonderful chefs have prepared a cream of celery soup for our starter.” Florence moved past him first, his body leant uncomfortably close to hers. The smell of him was overwhelming-- almost reminiscent of the feeling one gets by watching an urchin being given a shilling by a lord; nice but in an achingly condescending way. Then came Frederick, his nose leading him; the poor man hadn’t eaten yet today and was willing to disregard the anxiety weaved so deeply into every aspect of the room if only to get his hands on some of that soup they were serving. Jacob would’ve followed suit, had the lanky frame of Willard not stepped before him. Green eyes bore into hazel. “The rest of the workers usually spend time in the room just down that corridor.” He pointed over Jacob’s shoulder, though Jacob had yet to turn and look in that direction. “Someone will call for you when they’re leaving.”

The sheer amount of restraint that Jacob had to practice to not make it obvious he wanted to break Willard’s nose was quite impressive. Instead, his lips twisted into a tight smile and he nodded. “Of course. You won’t hear a peep out of me, Mister Molyneux-Herbert.” With that, Jacob turned on his heel and disappeared from sight. Satisfied, Willard closed the doors to the dining room.

Jacob rubbed his hands together, taking a swift left to go upstairs, a certain devilishness to his every expression and movement.

What a fool.

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The outlawˋs way

Chapter 5, part 1

Another month had gone and Christmas was just around the corner, Daryl was surprised at how fast they had gotten into the routines of playing house, they each had their chores they did during the day, Lissy made him the most tasty meals he had ever tasted of the animals he hunted down in the forest, at night they relaxed in front of the fire before they ended up in bed in hot passion, he had realized that this was the life he had always dreamed of, how he was gonna leave her as soon as the weather was getting warmer was beyond him, it was gonna rip both of them apart, he had tried to keep himself for caring for her, but it was useless, he had given up the fight, he felt like the luckiest bastard every night when she had fallen asleep on his chest, if only he was a free man, then he would drag this amazing woman to Blackstone church and marry her in an instant and never let her go, but he knew that it wasn’t in his cards to do so.

He had heard the rumours that his family was on the search for him, he had played with the thought of maybe tracking them down and give them the money and tell them he was gonna start a life on his own, but he knew that his pa, Will Dixon, would never accept that, Dixons stuck together, no matter what.

In two days, it was Christmas and he wanted to do something special for her, he was planning on going out hunting, maybe he got lucky and stumbled upon a buck, she would be so happy, getting deer meat for the Christmas dinner. He loved to see her eyes shining and a wide smile on her lips, he would do anything to watch that beautiful smile every day for the rest of his life. And with that thought he drifted off to sleep.

Jack walked into the jail house and was met by the marshal and sheriff Grimes, they both nodded to him as he sat down, the men had a serious look on their faces and Jack felt his stomach turn.

Sherriff Grimes turned to him.

"We have just gotten it confirmed that the man staying at Miss Lissybeth’s ranch is Daryl Dixon, we need to bring him in and then the marshal will bring him to the next county where he will stand trail and be hanged."

Jack felt like he had just been punched in the gut, ever since he and Grimes had gone out to the ranch and caught Lissy and her ranch hand in bed, he had known it was one of the Dixon boys. He had recognized him from one of the posters that was hanging all over their neighbour town.

And when Grimes told Lissy about the rumours the marshal had told him, it all clicked in his head. He had pretended like nothing, hoping that the Dixon boy would be on the run before Grimes could figure it out on his own. He stared down into the table.

"If we go out there to arrest him it will crush Lissybeth, Mary Agnes said she has never seen Lissybeth this happy."

Grimes sighed and the marshal pushed out his chest.

"We can’t think of a woman’s feelings when we have a killer and a rapist on our hands here, you don’t know what this guy is capable of, I was there, in Golden Creek, I saw kids being been hanged, I saw a woman tied up naked, they had burned down the entire town."

Jacks fiery anger flared up.

"It’s not just some damn woman, marshal, and the guy have been living on her ranch, alone with her and not even so much broken a hair on her pretty little head, I don’t doubt for a second that the rest of the Dixon gang is killers and rapists and what not, but not this guy, he has taken care of Lissy and protected her for over two months now".

The marshal grinned and Jack clenched his jaw.

"Yeah, I’ve heard about what kind of ranch she is running out there, and that makes it more obvious that it is Daryl Dixon we have on our hands, it’s well known that they only socialise with whores!"

Grimes started to say something, but Jacks anger had now turned into white hot rage, the woman was his friend, his fiancés best friend, and he knew that Lissy was nothing like what the ugly rumours where saying.

He stood up so quickly that the chair crashed to the floor behind him.

"Ya be careful about what ya say about her, ya hear. She is a respectable young lady, from a well-known and respectable family, the rumours are just that, rumours, it’s not true. You don’t know what Lissybeth has been through, she runs the best horse ranch in this county."

The sheriff tried to calm Jack down, but the marshal refused to be talked down to by a deputy.

"She is also hiding a wanted man! It is a crime on its own, she should be hanged right next to him!"

Now Grimes was on his feet, turned towards the marshal.

"Now calm down, from my knowledge miss Lissybeth has no idea that she has hired a Dixon to help her out on her ranch."

The marshal calmed down a bit.

"Well either way we need to go out there and arrest him before he escapes," the marshal hoisted his trousers up on his large belly, proud of himself that he would be the one bringing in one of the Dixon boys.

Jack lifted the chair back up.

"Can’t we at least wait until after Christmas?", but the marshal wouldn’t budge.

"The sooner we capture him, the sooner he will dangle, and justice will be served! We go out there now!"

The marshal marched out of the prison and Jack turned to his boss and friend.

"What are we gonna do? This will destroy her!"

Grimes sighed and shrugged.

"There’s really not much we can do, if it hadn’t been for all the gossip going around town, he would never have sniffed out that the Dixon boy was only an hour away, and he would have gone to the next town to search for him. And I’m afraid we will have a bigger problem on our hands when the marshal brings in Daryl. He will brag about it to everyone who bothers to listen, and the news will soon spread all the way over the mountain pass and that will bring the Dixon gang right into our lap."

Jack nodded.

“We need to get him out of town before he can brag about it to anyone,” Grimes nodded, and the two men followed after the marshal.

Lissy heard horses outside and lifted her rifle before she stepped out onto the porch, she had her rifle aimed at the man in front wearing all black.

"What brings you men out here so close to Christmas, and with a marshal?"

They all got down from their horses and tied them to the post next to her porch, the three men stepped up onto the porch.

"That’s close enough until you all explain your business here," she said, still aiming at the marshal.

Jack took a step closer to her and grabbed her rifle.

"Lissy, we don’t want any trouble, we need to speak with your ranch help, Daryl, is he here?"

Lissy knew what that meant, they had figured out who he was and they were here to arrest him, she was tempted to tell them that Daryl had left that morning, but she knew she couldn’t, they would soon figure out she was lying and then she would be brought in as well.

"He’s out hunting, he has been gone all morning, he will probably be back soon."

The marshal gave the other two men a wide grin.

"Did ya hear that boys, I guess we will just wait for the man inside then, I’m sure the pretty little miss will offer us something to drink while we are waiting."

The man pushed passed Lissy like he owned the place, and both Jack and Grimes sent her apologetic looks, Lissy was almost growling as she saw the marshal was sat in Daryls chair at the end of the table, his black Stetson lazily thrown onto the table.

Lissy grabbed three tin cups and placed them down in front of the three men, oh she was really gonna give Jack a piece of her mind the next time she caught him alone, or Grimes for that matter, it didn’t matter much to her.

She grabbed the hot kettle off the fire and filled the cups with coffee, she saw the marshal was wrinkling his nose in disgust.

"Don’t you have anything stronger miss?"

Lissy had her jaws clenched so hard so she was damn sure everyone in the room could hear it.

"I don’t know what kind of place this is marshal, but I assure you, this is my house and not a damn saloon, you can drink what I offer, if that’s not good enough for you then I suggest you drag your ass back to town."

The marshal lifted his gaze, she could see the man was deeply offended, because his chin was literally jiggling.

"You watch your tongue miss! I know all about your ranch and what kind of business you run here!"

Lissy’s eyes where cold as ice as she took a step closer to the marshal, the hot kettle dangerously swinging in her hand, right then the door swung open and Daryl walked in.

He closed the door and his eyes went wide when he eyed the three men sitting around Lissy’s table.

He was about to turn and run out of the door, when he heard the familiar click from the pistol hammer being pulled back.

"Daryl Dixon you are under arrest for horse and cattle theft, bank robbery, rape and killing 25 men and woman!"

The marshal was now ignoring Lissy and was now moving around the table and grabbing Daryl in the arm, bending both his hand behind his back.

Lissy could only just stand back and watch as the marshal cuffed his hands together and pushed Daryl outside onto the porch so hard that he stumbled and fell down the stairs, the marshal dragged him up at his feet.

Grimes followed suit, Jack had gotten up from his chair and gave Lissy an apologetic look.

"I’m truly sorry Lissy, I really didn’t want this to happen."

Lissy followed the men outside and saw how the marshal was tying a rope to Daryls iron cuffs and then tied the other end of the rope to his saddle. Panic threatened to squeeze her heart into a million pieces.

"Wait, let me saddle his horse up," she shouted at the marshal, but the man only laughed a sickening laugh.

"That won’t me necessary miss, this scumbag dog can use his legs back to town!"

Lissy grabbed sheriff Grimes arm.

"You guys can’t be serious? The snow is too deep, you can’t drag him all the way into town!" Her voice had reached a panic-struck high pitch, her frantic wide eyes flickered between Jack and the sheriff.

The sheriff cleared his voice.

"It wouldn’t hurt to let the man get on his horse," he said as he walked up to the marshal, the marshal turned to sheriff.

"If he dies on the way into town, then we will be spared the hassle of a trail."

Lissy couldn’t believe what she heard, she tried to make it passed Jack and down to Daryl where he was standing only in his shirt shivering from the cold, his pistol belt was removed and the sheriff gave them to Jack, Jack grabbed the pistol belt and pushed it into Lissy’s stomach as he held her back, stopping her from running up to Daryl, he leaned in and whispered.

"You hold on to the man’s guns, he might need them later on."

Lissy looked confused up at Jack, but Jack let her go and walked over to his horse and got up just the same time as the sheriff. She kept staring at Daryl, hoping that he would look at her just one last time, but the marshal pushed his heals into his horses’ flanks and the horse started trotting, the rope yanked Daryl and he had to run to keep up. Hot tears ran down her cheeks and when they all disappeared out of her sight she walked into her house and collapsed at the floor.

Daryl was pushed harshly into a prison cell, he collapsed on the bunkbed, his body was shivering hard from the cold, his clothes was dripping wet from the snow he had been dragged through half the way into town, he had lost his Stetson hat and his hair was now hanging down wet and frozen to his face, he was shivering so hard he thought his teeth would break, he couldn’t feel his hands and feet no more.

He just sat on the bunkbed, with his arms around himself. The marshal was a real asshole, he could hear how happy he was about his deed.

"Now boys, what ya’ll say, we go over to the saloon and treat ourselves to some fine bourbon, the ride made me a bit chilly, that ranch whores coffee didn’t hit the spot, maybe if I pay her another visit before I drag this dog out of town she will be more willing to bring out the good stuff".

Daryls blood was boiling, he scowled over at the marshal from under his frozen bangs, he was gonna enjoy killing that son of a bitch for talking about his woman like that. Daryl cursed at himself, she was definitely not his woman now, now she knew who she had been bedding for the last month, she probably hated him.

He should have told her. He couldn’t shake how terrified she had looked as the marshal cuffed him and pushed him outside.

Daryl heard the door being shut and he thought he was left alone in the cell, but then he heard the cell door being opened and he glanced up through his bangs, the deputy was standing in front of him with a wool blanket, the man draped it around his shoulders and he clutched at it with his numb hands, the deputy leaned against the bars, his arms crossed over his chest.

"You didn’t hurt her, did you?"

Daryl looked up at him, not really sure what the man was asking, of course he had hurt her, he had kept his real identity from her, he had led her to believe that she had a future with him. It was almost like the man could read his mind; he shook his head slightly.

"I mean you didn’t force yourself on her?"

Daryl shook his head, he wanted to explain himself, tell the man that he cared to much about her, but he couldn’t speak, his teeth where still shattering, he tried to clench his jaws shut.

"Do you care about her?"

Daryl stared at the floor but nodded.

"Yeah, I thought so, she’s a dear friend of mine and my fiancé, if you were a free man, would you do right by her?"

Daryl looked up again with a scowl, but nodded, earning a grin from the deputy as he walked out of the cell and locked it again.

"Try to get some sleep, you should probably remove those wet clothes or else you will probably catch a nasty cold, might end your life before the marshal gets the chance to bring you to trail," the deputy continued, Daryl stared at him between the bars as the deputy went over and sat down in the chair.

It almost sounded like the man wanted him to catch a cold. The door flew open and a woman walked in, Daryl watched as she threw herself around the deputy’s neck and kissed him passionately on the lips, he recognized the woman as Lissy’s friend, the deputy pushed the woman slightly away.

"Not now Mary, we got company."

The woman turned and looked straight at him; he could see the recognition in her eyes.

"Oh, my goodness, isn’t that Lissy’s man?" The deputy nodded and hummed confirmatively.

"Yeah, the marshal just brought him in. Claiming that he got one of the Dixon boys, but I’ve seen the posters, and he doesn’t look like one of them at all."

The woman turned her back to him.

"Is Lissy alright?" She asked, worry latched to her light voice.

"Lissy was a bit shook up, but she’s strong, you know that, I have a feeling it won’t be long until she comes into town to give me and Grimes hell."

The woman, Mary, laughed.

"That sounds like Lissy, what is gonna happen to him?"

Mary looked back at Daryl.

"Well, if he doesn’t catch a nasty cold from being dragged through the deep snow all the way into town, then the marshal will bring him in for a trail and he will probably be sentenced to death by hanging."

Daryl heard the woman gasp.

"Why? What has he done?"

The deputy shrugged.

“The marshal claims he has killed 20 something men, stolen a couple of horses and rape."

The woman gasped again.

"But he has lived with Lissy for over two months now."

Daryl had overheard their conversation; he pushed the words over his cold stiff lips.

"It’s a lie... I’ll admit to the stealing of the horses, I have never killed a man that wasn’t threatening me or one of my family first, but the number isn’t nearly as high as 20, and only one woman, slit ˋer throat so my pa’s boys wouldn’t torture ˋer to death, it was faster that way, painless. I’ve never touched an unwilling woman."

Both the deputy and the woman turned towards him.

"And I’ve never hurt or forced myself onto your friend."

The deputy looked at his fiancé.

"Did you hear the man just confess into some horrible crimes?"

Daryl didn’t quite get the deputies strange behaviour, his fiancés answer confused him even more.

"oh my, he must be getting sick, maybe the fever is making him delirious, it sure works fast."

Daryls anger flared up, they were talking about him like he was retarded, he pushed himself up on his feet, and shuffled his way over against the bars, he had to clench his hands around the steel bars to keep himself standing.

"Are ya two deaf or something, I just told ya what I’ve done, so ya better run off to the marshal and make sure he gets his story straight."

The deputy moved up to the bars and stared Daryl dead in the eyes.

"I’m not gonna do shit, and you keep your mouth shut and get some sleep or I’ll come in there and cut out that tongue of yours, so you’ll be forced to keep your mouth shut."

The deputy tone was threatening, Daryl felt drained and shuffled back to the bunkbed and slumped down on it, he pulled the blanket around himself, it didn’t take long until he fell asleep from the exhaustion.

Lissy had spent almost two nights and three days in bed, crying and wrapping her arms around the pillow Daryl had used. The same empty and numb feeling she had suffered through when her family were slayed down had overtaken her body, she only forced herself out to take care of the horses and then returned to her bed.

The third day she had gotten out of bed, her mind was still numb, but her body functioned on her own, she had gotten dressed and saddled up her mare and she rode into Blackstone.

She left her horse at the rental stable and walked over to the jailhouse, she needed to see him one more time. Luckily the asshole of a marshal wasn’t there when she pushed the door open, only the sheriff and her friend Jack where there, sitting at the sheriff’s desk talking quietly, they both got quiet when she walked into the room, she met their eyes.

"I want to see him!" She demanded, she saw how Jack and Grimes exchanged looks before Grimes nodded, and Jack got up to his feet and unlocked the prison cell.

Lissy walked straight passed him and into the small cell, Daryl was laying on the hard bunkbed with a blanket pulled over him, she could see how his body was shivering and she sat down next to him on the bed, she grabbed his shoulder and shook it.

"Daryl?" She kept her voice low, but he didn’t react to her, she got up to her feet and leaned over to get a look at him, his hair was dripping wet from sweat, his face was pale but his cheeks where flaming red, she brushed the back of her hand over his forehead and gasped, she turned towards the two men who were now standing in the cell door.

"He is burning up! You need to fetch the doctor."

Jack moved into the cell.

"We know Lissy, he came down with a cold two days ago, the doctor has been here, but he won’t do shit, ‘cause the marshal has ordered him to stay away."

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Youre one of my fav f1 writers on here and I would really love it if you could do a instagram au with a Brazilian model reader x Max!!! Its like their relationship is known and stuff and it’s just a bunch of fluff

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Lissie note… Hi, thank you so much for the kind words. You’re too sweet! I actually really like this prompt, as I have a specific model in mind. Thank you for this!

Things to note:

Fc: Adriana Lima

Reader and Max have been dating for a few years

Reader is a world-renowned supermodel

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Fem!Brazilian model!Reader

Warnings: Nothing but some cursing

Taglist: @drugged-kitkat, @allwaysalleyway

Playlist recommendations: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟💗, 𝐌𝐕𝟏

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user12 They will grow old together. I’m manifesting it.

𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻...

𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚!

𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩! (𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙣, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨, 𝙙𝙢𝙨, 𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙨: 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧(𝙨) 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚(𝙨) 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣.)

[sillylittlelillymay-blog]

One Night Stand Turned Into Forever

annalisa stood with her bag over her shoulder, waiting patiently. Her stomach was filled with butterflies and tying in knots. She only done this one other time. She looked down at her feet hearing a car pulled up made her stomach drop. He got out of the car in tight jeans and a plain black shirt. He was much more handsome in person then his picture on his profile made it seem like.  

"Annalisa?" He asked , his voice sent shivers down her spine. She rubbed her arm feeling goosebumps down her arms.  

"yes, Warren, right?" She asked softly and he nodded. He took her up in his arms and hugged her... tightly. 'god he smells so good' she thought to herself as she hugged him back. He let her go but held her hand as he walked over to the door of his truck. The door creecked as it sung open and he helped her up into her sit. His hand was on her back which caused her to tremble with excitement. Once she was fully in her seat he hurried over to his side and got in then started to drive. She had fore warned him that she was shy. So the ride on the way to his house the music was the only thing that was heard.  

Once there she looked around and smiled "you live on a lake?" She asked excitedly.

He laughed "yes well my cousin does Im staying with them for a while" he walked over and helped her out and took her hand leading her into the house.  

All the nerves she felt went away when he kissed her hard. She moaned against his lips pressing against him. Soon all their clothes were off and they were on the leather couch. They were touching and kissing parts of each other that neither had gotten attention to in a while. She whimpered when suddenly his hands and lips were no longer on her skin. But instead he was between her legs his hard cock throbbing against her thigh.  

"are you ready baby?" He whispered looking at her. She nodded quickly and he thrusted into her over and over harder and harder. They moved together as one. Soon she was screaming out his name and he was grunting hers as he pulled out and came all over her bare stomach. They came together and came down together. They laid there breathing hard and content. His body was so sweaty but she didn’t care.  he groaned and rolled off of her smiling.  

"wanna go fishing?" He asked softly. She laughed and nodded getting up. They both put their clothes on and walked out to the dock so he could go fishing. They talked about everything now. About how he possible might be having a child. He also talked about how he would be with the mother of his child if he could because they were best friends. But she was with someone else and he didn’t like him much. While standing there listening to him she felt like she didn’t want to stand in the way if his best friend wanted to be with him later. After a while they walked back into the house to sit and cuddle for a bit. Before she knew it they were kissing agian and soon she was on her hands and knees on the couch. he was behind her thrusting into her agian then stopped for a bit kissed her and ran out to his truck and grabbed something. she laid breathing hard biting her lip. a smile spread across her face when he return, lube in hand. He got back on his knees behind her. he quickly lubed up her ass and his cock before carefully sliding into her ass which had never been fucked before. she gasped out his name moving back agianst him as their sweatly bodies slammed together over and over agian. He reached around her and began rubbing her clit faster and faster until another orgasm rocked through her body. her body tensed causing her ass to squeeze around his throbing cock in return caused him to cum hard in her ass. once they came down they dressed again and fell asleep on the couch until he had to take her to work. once there she stepped out of the truck and waved goodbye making the choose then to stay out of his way when it came to his best friend.

A few years later Annalisa was thinking about Warren it was very out of the blue but she wanted to know how he was. she called her friend Xael up and conviced her to drive him to his house hopinng he still lived there or they would know him. once they pulled in she got out of the car and headed to the front door and knocked on it. "lissy nobody seems to be home come on!" Xael yelled from her car, Annalisa shook her head "imma check around the back" she headed around and was greeted by and older man. "hello can i help you?" he asked looking puzzled "hi i was just looking for Warren. is he here?" she asked softly "im anna" the older mans eyes widden "anna? as in Annalisa?" she nodded "yeah i uh havent seen him in a while and.." the guy cut her off "soo youre the girl who ruined him" "ruined him?" "yeah because you disappered. he fell for ya you know?" "no i didnt know... i didnt mean to i thought he would be happier with mary" she said softly talking about Warrens best friend "him and mary never got together and turns out the baby wasnt even his" he said looking at annalisa who looked very shocked. "i..i didnt know. i came to say sorry i didnt mean to hurt him. when will he be home?" "he should be home soo if you would like to wait" "i would thank you" she said and then walked back to her friends car and told her everything "listen lissy im sure you remember him differently but he doesnt look like your type" Xael pointed out "he is. his profile picture doesnt do him justice" she said softly. she heard the same similar truck coming down the road and her heart began to race. she watched as he pulled in not noticing her yet. he jumpped out of his truck. the years had been kind to him. he walked right past her still lost ini his own thoughts being pulled out of them hearing someone call his name She called his name once but he didnt look back the second time he stop dead in his tracks and turned seeing her. she smiled that sweet smile of his and his knee buckled. he shook his head and then turned back around heading to his boat and headed out onto the lake. the older man who she had learned was his uncle yelled after him then got in his and headed after him. Annalisa was almost in tears when he ran away from her. she no longer had the strength to stay standing. she sunk to the ground and bite her lip. she knew she messed up. hours had past and neither of them return. Xael helped her up and was gonna help her into the car when he pulled in, in a different truck halling a old camper behind it. two dogs jumoed out of the cab and one ran over to her. he was one the phone with an animal settler. he sound very angery and concerned. he thanked her for catching the one dog before his uncle took them both inside and warren headed into the camper. Xael nodded toward it and annalisa followed him. both inside he shut a door between him and her and she sighed "look im so sorry. i thought i was doing what was right. you seemed so in love with her and i didnt want to stand in the way of that. i just wanted to tell you im sorry for disappering. i understand if you dont want to talk to me" he laided his head agianst the door "its not that i dont want to  talk to youu. its the seeing you thing thats getting to me" "wha..?" he slammed open the door walked over to the door to leave the camper and shut it. "i cant see you. it hurts. youre smile, the way you brush your hair behind you ear. the way you refused help at work.." "you saw me at work?" he nodded "before you left i would drive by to try and talk to you but i couldnt, i was so hurt. damn it Lissy dont you realize i fell in love with you that day and seeing you does two things to me" he looked at her in a very serious manner "makes my heart feel like its gonna pound out of my chest and..." he grabbed her hand and placed it on his raging hard on that was concelled by the tight jeans. she squeezed gently causing him to groan and shake his head "dont..." he whispered but before he knew it she was down on her knees, his jeans were around his ankles and his cock was out of his boxers and down her throat. she sucked on him like it was her job. she stared up at him as her eyes began to water. he pulled her up, bent her over the counter in the camper, pulled down her soaked panties and began to fuck her hard. it didnt take long before they were both yelling each others name and cumming hard. he pulled her agianst him and whispered "stay with me" "always" she whispered back and kissed him

[contranymss]

RP: Dean, Tracy, Ryan, Fabien, Tom, Chet, Charlie, Tony

dean;;

sexuality headcanon: gavinsexual bi as heck

otp: gavin 5ever (also anna)

brotp: gavin. (and tracy. and anna.)

notp: Ty. People that aren’t Gavin or Anna.

first headcanon that pops into my head: He and Gavin went to Prom, and elected to go without dates and just be cool good lookin’ bros together. Dean lowkey pretended it was a date in his head the whole time.

one way in which I relate to this character: i love being in denial

thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: so many things. he’s an awkward bean sometimes.

tracy;;

sexuality headcanon: yes

otp: I don’t really.....ship her.....romantically......with people........no romo. (though for .5 seconds i was super into the idea of tracy/amy and both of them leaving their respective menfolk, and maybe amy sort of......growing up because of tracy’s influence. and maybe both of them still goin’ out bangin’ dudes because they both really love dick.......idk.)

brotp: gavin, dean, chuck

notp: tommy. also war. also monogamy in general.

first headcanon that pops into my head: She acted out when she was young - hanging out with a MacLeod, sleeping around, throwing lavish over the top parties, drinking, etc. - to set herself apart. She didn’t want to be the girl with the dead older brother, or or just one of a set of twins.

one way in which I relate to this character: occasional crippling self doubt, don’t always have the best taste in people

thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: she....married...........tommy...........and dated...........war.............

ryan;;

sexuality headcanon: gay. v gay.

otp: i almost want to say bradley.......because there’s a history there and, in their own way, love. also lowkey fabien but who knows if that’ll ever happen bc now i need to talk to erin about it.

brotp: sage, chuck, lowkey potentially fabien (also there’s a part of me that’s really attached to gavin and ryan’s relationship even though we have done nothing with them since tracy found out that ryan isn’t dead)

notp: also bradley. and balthazar but he’s dead now. so.

first headcanon that pops into my head: he never expected to.......make........friends..........when he came back, so the fact that he’s become so close with sage really surprises him, but he wouldn’t trade that friendship for anything.

one way in which I relate to this character: anxiety and problems with....being........social..........

thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: he’s just generally awkward

fabien;;

sexuality headcanon: tbh he doesn’t even know. brainwashed fabien is straight as heck, but the actual fabien? he’s actually not all that interested in women. also not totally interested in sex in general. he doesn’t dislike it or anything, and it definitely feels nice, but in the beginning, he was, in large part, doing it because that’s what everyone else was doing it. i mean, his first several times having sex, he wasn’t anywhere near sober either. he was drunk or high or both, and people suggested things and he just.........did them. for some of them, he was closer to sober than with others, but like........his sex life was mainly due to social obligation (maybe obligation is the wrong word idk) and anyone who looked at a list of all the people he’d had sex with, it would come off like he was bi or pan. and also part of him sleeping with women when he was younger was because of it being ingrained in his mind that he was supposed to be interested in women. that it was normal and healthy and what he was supposed to do. (this is all so jumbled and rambly wowzers.)

otp: honestly........bradley..........even if it’s not entirely healthy, and, well, they’re bros. but like. it’s the most intense interpersonal relationship he has, and bradley knows him better than anyone, and bradley is the only person he has ever broken down in front of. he trusts bradley in a way he doesn’t trust anyone else. as much as he tries to hide a lot of the bad stuff from bradley, because he wants to protect him - and all of his brothers - bradley still knows more about him than most. he knows about thierry’s abuse, he knows about his abusive ex, and after the whole situation with Balthazar, he probably would have been able to, eventually open up to bradley about what happened when he got kidnapped (because right now war is the only one that knows even part of that) had the whole rehab thing not happened.but david is a close second. and probably would have less of a fucked up relationship with him. they can relate on a lot of fronts, and sure, they’re both fucked up individuals who do a lot of drugs and drink a lot. but like....the thing they have is new for both of them, and it’s so important that they both have someone like that, even if it’s been put on hold because fabien’s all brainwashed.

brotp: david because tbh david is kind of his first actual friend? also bradley. also kind of war??? maybe not lately but like...war is the brother that he doesn’t always feel like he needs to protect. and yeah, he hates that he’s the kind of person that’s always like rawr, protect bros at all costs but it’s not like he’s doing it on purpose, and the universe kind of just......keeps giving him more reasons to feel like he should be protecting bradley. and.........idk. i had more thoughts but words are hard.

notp: part of me wants to say ariane, because had he not been brainwashed, he wouldn’t really have any interest in her. but the way he makes her feel right now, outside of the huge gross awfullness of the whole situation......like........With her, he feels loved. Feels like he deserves to be loved. Like he’s a good person, or has the potential to be a good person. He genuinely does feel happy right now, with her. Feels like he has a future that’s actually worth something. But like......it’s all a lie. It’s all fake. She doesn’t necessarily like him. She likes this version of him, the one that’s been molded to be what Josiah wants. What his father wants. And the whole situation is just so fucked up, and it’s doubtful he would come out of this and still feel the same way about her.

first headcanon that pops into my head: he still has the tiniest crush on Gavin. Like, it’s not really romantic, or sexual even. It’s just....Gavin was the first guy he was with, and sure, he wasn’t sweet and loving or anything, but he was respectful and attentive. And, sure, he fits his public persona in certain ways, and can be a bit of a stereotype, but he’s not totally awful. He’s a much better person than he ever would have expected, and Fabien is glad that Gavin was his first experience with a man. He wishes more of his experiences would have been like that.

one way in which i relate to this character: self loathing and dislike of people in general?

thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: brainwashed famine is just...........yep.

tom;;

sexuality headcanon: i don’t know which term he prefers (i think it’s been stated as polysexual in headcanons in the past) but he’s def into multiple genders

otp: obvs gavin. also charlie, which makes me sad because they haven’t........been talking much.........lately.........also chuck >.>

brotp: chuck, charlie, can i say willa? i’m gonna say willa. also lissy.

notp: sarah.............

first headcanon that pops into my head: he feels a lot of guilt over the fact that he waited so long to get chuck out of washington. but even then.....sometimes he wonders if he did the right thing by taking him and bringing him across the country. he doesn’t think he should have left him, but he wonders if he should have done things differently. or if chuck staying with tom, and growing up in fort macleod was really a good thing.

one way in which i relate to this character: i hate all of the people

thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: tbh he’s such an awkward bean sometimes. like.....sure, he’s this surly badass cop guy, but like.......he’s the awkwardest bean.

chet;;

sexuality headcanon: it’s chet!!! who the heck knows!!! does he even know??? we don’t know!!! (but def aro spec)

otp: okay...........so..........i lowkey really ship him with charlie.........also would really............be into...........him and fabien............also anna

brotp: mark, even though we haven’t done anything there yet. you know why. siobahn. lilith. charlie again. also anna. fight me.

notp: lowkey amy. and in most cases just anything actually romantic? idk.

first headcanon that pops into my head: clearly he did tap when he was a youngster. don’t take this away from me.

one way in which i relate to this character: honestly, we all have a little chet inside us, don’t we?

thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: he thought chuck was a sex worker and didn’t mention this until after he fucked him

charlie;;

sexuality heacanon: she’s pretty much straight. it’s unfortunate, because men are unfortunate, but she’s not really interested in ladies.

otp: tom. lowkey ed.

brotp: tom, eph, chet, tony, ed and harry.

notp: ansen. but. well. we haven’t gotten to that yet.

first headcanon that pops into my head: she’s always wanted children and she would make a fantastic mother. but she found out when she was a teenager that it’s highly unlikely she’ll ever be able to have children of her own. tbh it’s part of why she’s so bitter towards amy, because that bitch is fertile as hell

one way in which i relate to this character: people are just......nah.

thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: i’m not sure there actually is anything????

tony;;

sexuality headcanon: he........huh. def not straight. but like.....i’m not sure he’s really labelled himself? he hasn’t exactly had much of an opportunity to explore what his sexuality means to him as a person. i personally see him as bi, but //shrug.

otp: i mean...........charlie tbh........not even sexually or romantically but like.......that is the one true tony pairing, my brethren.

brotp: also charlie. and eph. and potentially mark in the future.

notp: neil. fucking gretchen.

first headcanon that pops into my head: he has totally thought about neil while having sex with amy, oops. and he totally bought a bottle of the cologne that neil used to wear. god, he misses him so much.

oen way in which i relate to this character: i too think that charlie is rad and that her mother and their other brothers should have let her be herself more when she was younger.

thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: he thought it was a good idea to be friends with neil?????

[jeonheejin-remade]

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ty lissy 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰

this ????? picture ???? HELLO.......mix nine was so shit but heejin did so well n gave us so much to celebrate this era... Cindy this is ART.

these will forever b the prettiest Sally pics.... see what happens when u do beautifulry... shes so gorgeous there ARE words 😭😭😭😭

these came out literally today but they're so so so pretty... she is in every sense BABY!!!!! love her SO much 😔

nd this stupid pic of xuanhua :///.... i cant wait for the travel reality show I luv seeing all of them together 🥺💞