#the soft kiss on the last one 😭🥹………

[f1amour]

˖ ࣪ 𖥔 BED CHEM

pairing | charles leclerc x singer!reader

face claim | olivia rodrigo

content warnings | some social media au, birthday sex, unprotected sex, oral, fingering, praise kink, soft dom!charles, edging, dirty talk, public sex, restroom sex, car sex —18+ only, minors do not interact

authors note | another belated birthday story but hope you guys enjoy!! maybe this’ll bring good luck for todays race :))

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yourusername my everything. my world. all in one. i will always be thankful to be so lucky that i have found a love that will last a lifetime. meeting you was like listening to a song for the first time and knowing it would be my favorite. it’s you today and tomorrow, forever and always, in another world and universe; it’ll always be you. happiest of birthdays my charlie. i love you. 💌🧸

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charles_leclerc mon amour. mon soleil. ma lune. mon étoile. merci de m'aimer et d'être mon meilleur ami. tu es le meilleur cadeau que je puisse jamais avoir. je t'aime maintenant et dans tous les univers. [my love. my sun. my moon. my star. thank you for loving me and being my best friend. you are the best gift i could ever have. i love you now and in every universe.]

yourusername charlie🥹🥹 i love you so bad, baby. (thank you google translate🤞🏼)

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charles_leclerc soon😉

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yourusername posted three stories!

slide 1/3 surprise!! my new single bed chem is out now dedicated to my favorite libra

slide 2/3 bed chem music video out at midnight, can you guess who the special guest is?

slide 3/3 the day that we met he was wearing this white jacket and now four years later he wore it once again for the music video…hope you guys enjoy it as much as i did ;)

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AUSTIN, TEXAS. 2024.

“what if someone hears us?” you breathe out shakily while charles’ lips are attached to your neck. his hands digging into your hips giving it a soft squeeze before he spins your around almost bending you over the counter and facing the mirror.

“has that ever stopped us? come on, baby. it is my birthday after all and you said i can have whatever i want. what i want is you,” his fingers slip under your skirt, pushing your panties to the side, “i think you want it too. you’re soaked for me.” charles kisses your shoulders as he adds two fingers, slowly stretching you out with your eyes connected to his through the mirror.

“remember our first date? you were practically begging for me to fuck you on the table right there in front of everyone. but only i get to ever see you like this, a mess for me,” he taunts, fingers moving deep inside of you, curling against your g-spot as he pushes your face to the side pulling you in for a deep kiss until you were both gasping for air.

“charlie, wanna cum…please,” you choke out, already feeling close with your walls fluttering around him. you push yourself against him already feeling his cock through his pants, you needed him.

"uh uh, baby," he purrs, "tonight is my night so i want you to cum all over my cock. before that i wanna come in your pretty mouth. on your knees, cherie.” he slowly pulls his fingers out and you moan at the loss of fullness before he’s tapping your ass signaling to kneel on the cold tiles.

charles’ eyes grow darker as you sink down on your knees and pull his pants down, his cock springs free. without notice you wrap your lips around the tip of him and his pre-cum coats your tongue as you take him further.

“mon dieu bébé, ta bouche est tellement parfaite. merde,” his hand tangle in your hair and around the back of your neck. your hand wraps around whatever doesn’t fit in your mouth and you speed up your movements, “shit. ‘m gonna cum mon amour.” he groans as you hollow your cheeks around him.

with just a few more strokes before thick ropes of cum fill your mouth, charles’ head thrown back in pleasure catching his breath before helping you up. he wipes the tears off your face gives you a sweet kiss teeth clashing as you both smile, “i love you so much.” laughter now fills the restroom as you jinx each other with the sentence.

his hand intertwined with yours after fixing each other’s appearance you walk out of the restroom and go back to sit down at the dinner where some of the other drivers and their partners were seated.

“fucking finally! you filthy whores we’ve been waiting 20 minutes for you guys. couldn’t you wait until after dessert!” max curses at the two of you and you give him the finger before sitting next to charles and lily right beside you,

“i got my dessert already.” you chuckle leaning your head on charles, his hand resting on your thigh. the rest of the group doesn’t mind, seeing the two of you with a smitten smile obviously enjoying yourselves but their faces turn sour at max’s next comment, “yeah, a salty one.”

“max!”

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after dinner you all headed out to your own cars and to the club where the real birthday celebrations would start for charles. however, you had one small wish to make on your behalf despite it not being your day. “don’t pout at me, baby. what’s wrong?” charles rubbed his thumb on your knee as he drove to the next destination.

“what’s wrong? you didn’t let me cum! i gave you a fucking blowjob with my knees on a filthy floor and i don’t get to cum? it’s your birthday but…i’m mad. i gave you a song, an entire album this year, i gave you leo, and what do i get? nothing!” you cross your arms and push his hand away.

“my love, is that why you’re upset? fine,” he takes a quick turn into an empty parking lot and you look at him confused because this certainly wasn’t the club you had booked. “charles, this isn’t the—.” you stop when he undoes your seatbelt and places you on his lap.

“have your way with me, ma chérie,” he leans in pulling you into a kiss, his hands on your face as you deepen the kiss and roll your hips against his causing him to let out a groan. clothes are quickly shrugged off to where your aching pussy rubs against his hardened cock.

his cock slipping in as you let yourself moan as he stretches you, “you take me so well," he grunts. "that’s my girl, just relax for me. gonna give you exactly what you want.”

now fully seated on charles, cock deep inside of you as he holds your face in his hands, “j'aime toujours à quel point tu es jolie quand je t'ai comme ça. [always love how pretty you look when i have you like this].” he grunts letting you rock your hips against him.

“still don’t know what you’re saying but i love how you talk to me in french,” you press your lips to his as he squeezes your hips. he thrusts up meeting your movements as well causing you both to let out loud moans as the car shakes, “tu me prends si bien, chérie. [you take me so well, sweetheart.]”

"don't stop, please, don't stop." you whimper feeling one of his hands pull away from your hip but gasp when it goes to your clit adding pressure to it, “charlie,” your moans coming out loud and needy, grabbing onto his shoulder and fucking yourself harder on him.

charles can’t help but let out a string of curse words mixed in french and italian. you have no idea what he is saying other than his usual pet names for you but it has you close to your orgasm and he could tell, “that’s it, baby. taking my cock so well give me a little more and you can cum.” he grabs you close to him your chest pressed against his as he forces himself up into you hitting your sweet spot with every thrust.

“cum with me, pretty girl.” a small nod and you capture his lips in yours letting out a moan against his soft lips as you reach your orgasm. a loud groan escapes his chest as he empties himself inside you.

you let a few minutes pass as you both catch your breaths and share a few sweet kisses, “best birthday ever, from my favorite gift ever. i love you,” charles smiles at you, his cock still buried deep inside you making the moment much more intimate for you, “i you, charlie.” you kiss his nose which makes him let out a low chuckle.

“we should probably get going before—.” as charles speaks up about heading to the club some bright car lights shine in your faces causing you to wince. you jump up startled when you hear a knock on the window, “fuck! mon amour…still inside you,” charles groans feeling your walls clench around his cock.

“you guys have been gone for an hour! we get it you like to fuck but we couldn’t get into the club until you arrived. i need a fucking drink!” max yells through the window stressed as if you had missed an importat meeting. in his eyes, you did.

however, his little tantrum caused the two of you to throw yourselves into a fit of giggles as he curses in dutch the only words you can understand are gin & tonic. “best birthday.” charles repeats, his loving smile directed at you. his best gift ever.

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You tilted your head, eyes narrowed a little at the generous, clear bulge in his tiny shorts.

"Can I see it?"

He fisted the sheets in his excitement that you were thinking the same thing, biting his cheek so he didn't shout. Just by the obvious elation on his face, you could tell he was in the process of holding back a million bad responses.

Instead, he let his hands talk, lips crashing against yours all rough and thirsty as he pulled it out. You didn't want his kisses, though-- you grinned as you avoided what you could, so you could see.

Propped up on your elbows, you looked from his vigilant stare, trailing down his sculpted, smooth body down to his cock between your tummies.

It looked heavy.

You quickly learned that it was hot, too, as he guided your palm around it, and used your hand to pump himself. Your heart was racing- it was so weird, and you liked it so much, and he liked it even more.

Bokuto always stood by the idea that 'it always feels/tastes/sounds better when somebody else does it.' The kind of guy to only drink out of other peoples' cups, ask other people to read things out loud to him, massage a part of his shoulder he could get but won't.

While you didn't know what you were doing in the slightest, and he was controlling your pace, even the harsh grip, it still felt 40x better than all the jerking off he usually did.

His tongue got confident, and a bit curious, diving deeper past your teeth. He was just trying in whatever way he could to be inside of you. The weight of his body became more substantial.

You loved feeling his strength falter, his lust heightening, compelling him to get closer.

When he pulled away, he looked a little crazy- like he forgot to smile, or something. It was the nature of his eyes to not look very friendly, but it gave the impression that he was really holding himself back.

"Are- you okay?"

"Just-," He takes a sharp breath, eyes squeezing shut for a second, like he's recalibrating, "Feels really g-ood."

He wasn't prepared in the slightest for the smile you gave him. It was sweet, and prideful, and too cute with his cock in your hand.

That tortured look was back, briefly before he shoved his face in the nook of your shoulder.

"Fuck-! I need you s-o bad," He whined, pitiful, "Are- h-ahh, you ready yet?"

You could try.

With a question like that, asked so sweet, so sugary- you hummed against his hair, not quite understanding what 'ready' meant.

You hardly noticed how he plucked a condom from his shorts, somewhere in the mess of sheets to the left of you- and slid it on between clumsy kisses. Lots of practice must've made the process second nature.

It was difficult, to say the least, adjusting to him. His eagerness was already so spoken for, and you realized too late that you probably did need more time.

Bokuto could feel it too, though.

He could hear it in the thinly-veiled fear, making your voice waver, break, as you asked him to be gentle with you.

"Even if it takes all night," He kissed your nose while you couldn't move away, "I'll wait for ya."

Rough hands, so used to force and recklessness, practiced paying attention through running smooth lines across your skin.

Those hard kisses turned softer, slower, across your jaw and down your throat. He moved at a near imperceptible pace, just to get you accustomed to all of his size.

"Sooo pretty," He whispered to himself, forehead heavy on yours as he closed his eyes, "Fuck..."

The discomfort was just starting to be overshadowed with better, pleasurable, buzz. Your legs were slowly relaxing, a jelly-like feeling that spread from your thighs, squished comfy next to his hips, down to your toes.

Bokuto was capable of deliberate and soft sex. He wasn't always an animal, and he wasn't ignorant to somebody else's needs.

He was just excitable, and stupid. But all he needed was a whisper, a hint, or a reminder sometimes.

You kissed the tip of his nose, a way of telling him you were okay. Your fingers started to rake through his spiky hair, and the little smile on your face waited for him to he open his eyes.

"Shit--," He stole another few kisses from you, "Oh, you're so- mh- you're soo cute."

Between kisses, his tongue lagged, always proceeded by a sharp sigh. Almost like he was struggling to multitask. It made you curious when it started to get more frequent.

"Sh-it--h-ahh--," His curse broke into a shocked whine-- he stalled, deep.

Your higher, cuter sound at how good it felt did nothing to help to bring him down.

You watched him bite his own wrist, a small concern furrowing his brow.

Craving more, and only knowing one way to cheer him up, you rolled your hips up and locked your ankles around him with a squeeze.

"W-ait, waitwaitwait," He seethed, "Ahh- fuck-- stop moving babygirl- stop moving."

The person he looked down at was no longer a shy little nerd, incapable of handling his flirty second nature. Your mouth was curled into a coquettish grin, your pecks soft and affectionate and too much, scattered around his face.

He had to cum so bad that he felt sick. He had to look through you- draw blood to his palm, just to clear his filthy mind.

"Do I really feel that good?" You giggled- beyond flattered by his tortured expression.

There was no beat between the end of your sentence and his hushed response, "Yes."

You knew about vague stereotypes of guys with shitty endurance. You didn't have first-hand experience until you watched his expression shift, swirling, panic and euphoria taking one another over again and again.

He 'ruined' his orgasm by keeping your needs first. He knew you couldn't take what he wanted. His body was like iron, forced motionless, like a statue, except for the rapid, uneven rise and fall of his chest.

It looked like a delicious mix of pained and sexy as he came, almost perfectly still, so he didn't hurt you.

A kind of psychotic, intrusive desire made you tense-- the curious, hungry want to get rid of the condom between you. How much better would that have felt without it?

The sheets groaned, fabric snagging and snapping, under his grip. His body was all flexed up for you to watch. You knew he was trying to keep you in mind, so you didn't try anything too cute until he started relaxing, again.

"Hm-mmph--, fuck--," He groaned, a tremble in his arms as he slowly pulled out.

His exhaustion was short-lived, only manifested in a breathiness in his chuckle.

"Good thing I brought two."

This time you saw him take out a second one- but it wasn't just two. He had a whole row of condoms in his pocket this entire time.

You giggled at how he tore the second one off. What could he have possibly been thinking to bring seven along?

Bokuto harnessed some pornstar-like efficiency, tearing the outside open and pumping the latex onto himself with no waste of energy.

"Y'know," He cocked his head to the side, silly, despite his thumb sliding over your clit, "I've never cum that fast."

"Mmn-h-- Ah- that's- that's good--," You struggled.

A useful thing to know, sure, but it's not like you really cared- he never got soft. It was a non-issue because he was still clearly up for more.

He filled you back up so easy and slow, his thumb prodding stuttery waves of pleasure where there was once pain. He watched it with an air of pride about him. He sat up straighter, focused on where he disappeared into you. He soaked in all your twitching until he got his fill.

Only when he was satisfied did he lean down to his elbows to check on you.

Your had to fill your hands with his perfect muscles, all bouncy and twitchy at how overstimulated you got him. He was huffing, swallowing his groans so he didn't look uncool-- restrained or not, he would've looked just as cute.

He just wanted to fuck you good. For you to remember it well.

"Mmnh-! You're so big-,"

Those giant, fuck-me-harder eyes kept his shoulders tight. His hand was gripping your hip like a vice and bringing you down onto him.

His cock sank deep, a grumbly sound under his quiet, breathy whining-- your breath caught, and you had the brief revelation that you had been missing out on this for so long. How long had they been friends for? Years?

You wanted to make up for all the lost time. You locked your ankles around him for the second time, your hands pulling him back so you could put some hickeys all up and down his thick neck.

Though you had some vague idea that he loved when you hugged him close, you didn't understand the depth in which it turned him on.

It was one of those quick-affirming, sweet and wordless praises that resonated so hard with Bokuto's insatiable need to be validated.

He had to ask. He wanted more, he wanted to hear you.

"That feel good?" His hand cupped your entire jaw, forcing your eyes on his, ever so focused.

Your grip on his forearm was like an ant trying to push over a tree. It would never budge. And when it didn't, it took very little time to realize you actually liked it there. Your reflex did nothing to serve you, but you kept your hand still to prod at the muscle.

The breath you took to answer him was wasted on another moan.

"Ah-h--,"

"I want ya to tell me," His insistence was daunting, but filled with need.

"I--,"

Your nails were digging into his skin, and you were gasping, trying to tell him you were close- but none of it came out properly.

It was all just improper, uncontrollable, unmasked whining.

A bit late, he was witness to your adorable realization that you were cumming. He murmured a small, infatuated, "Aww..."

His lips pressed hard to your temple, and he let you pull him in, offering only the bulk of his shoulder as consolation for his deeper thrusts. It was a taste of what he could give you if only this wasn't your first, if you had been used to him from the start.

An orgasm had never felt so filled out, before. Like it was larger than you, stronger than anything you'd be able to craft on your own, from just your fingers. It was him. His cock, but moreso was his intensity and devotion to getting you there and fucking you all the way through it.

His hand was still cupping the bottom half of your face, but not covering your mouth. God, he wanted the entire world to know how good he made you feel. Especially Kuroo. Fuck that guy for keeping you a secret.

"Good girl, ohh- you did so good," He was slowing, still seeing those last, shallower, mellow waves through with dedication, "Sound sooo pretty."

Those eyes were softer, but still eating you up, savoring you while you were all messy for him.

Were you dating, now? It felt like you had been shot forward about ten years with this guy.

A light buzzing -the muted ring of a phone- was somewhere near you, interrupting your giggly, feel-good vibe. Again, and still just as surprising, Bokuto slowly pulled out of you and made quick work of that second condom.

He patted around the sheets for the source of the sound.

"Oh!"

He let the ringing continue- he had to get his idea out immediately: "That totally reminds me! I should get you a vibrator or something."

Jaw slack, you weren't given the opportunity to respond, before he answered. You lay there, a bit shivery and empty-feeling, as he hugged your thigh over his own.

"Hellooo?"

It was quiet. There was a faint, urgent, tone on the other side.

"Ummmm..."

His fingers tapped against your skin. He was lost in deep thought of how to respond. You were glad you couldn't hear the words being spoken, because you knew it was not going to be a pleasant earful.

"Yeah-... I mean, we were just talking... and... stuff."

Bokuto got droopier. He sank, sitting on his heels, still sitting butt-naked and hugging your thigh. You squeezed one of your blankets to your chest and frowned.

"It's nothing personal, man..."

He held the phone away from his ear as he was verbally berated, a pout making his whole face look cartoonishly sad. It was difficult, on your end, to understand that he could both be super into you and want to stay friends with Tetsurou.

"Would it make it any better iiiif I told you we were dating now?"

Bokuto winced and slid his free hand back and forth over your leg as consolation, for himself.

"Yeahyeahyeah, I gotchu, yeahyeah. Okay'bye," He hung up at the soonest crafted opportunity.

"Soooo," He sighed, distraught, instantly making up any distance between you. He dropped so much weight atop your sore body and covered you like a warm, weighted blanket, that you struggled to get air in your lungs.

"He's... not... happy."

The big dummy on top of you deflated with each word in a dismal decrescendo.

You had to wriggle around to find somewhere to breath from; room for your chest to expand at least a little.

"I thought you knew that?"

Bokuto made a high humming sound, feet kicking in the air, "Mmmmmmyeahhh, kinda, but..."

You freed one arm to wrap around him, so you could play with his hair, "He can't stay mad forever. He'll see that you're not- harmful- I guess, eventually."

He let his brow relax, shoved hard into your shoulder, and took in your new comforting scent.

Part of you couldn't blame your brother for assuming the worst. It took until incredibly recently for you to understand the full scale of Bokuto's fixation.

Despite all his sad body language, he couldn't have been that worried, because he was already back to sly, tongue-centered kisses on your neck.

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i love ur writing sm🥹🥹 i would love a scenario where y/n is dating max & charles,and she's a somgwriter who often wakes up in the nighttime with lyrics in her mind and has to sneak out of bed to write them down/make voice notes of the songs so she doesnt forget😭😭 maybe sometimes they wake up and they love to listen to her singing but keep it a secret between them so she doesnt feel bad ab waking them accidentally 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

Max is the first one to wake up when he feels you getting out of bed, being very careful as to not wake them. As always. He pretends to be asleep when he sees you turning around to make sure they’re still sleeping, and Max can’t help the smile that appears on his face.

He lies there, unable to fall back to sleep knowing what you’re doing in the living room.

Charles wakes up when he turns around and doesn’t feel your body next to him. He rubs the sleep from his eyes and snuggles closer to Max, who happily opens his arms for him.

“How long has she been awake?” Charles asks, head resting on his boyfriend’s chest.

“I’ve been hearing her for about ten minutes.” Max answers, closing his eyes and trying to make out your whispered words from across the hall.

“You think she knows?” Charles smiles against Max’s chest when he hears your beautiful voice, followed by a curse when it doesn’t sound right.

Max shakes his head. “I don’t think so.”

They stay silent, barely breathing, when you start signing again. They’re glad that it’s three in the morning and the city is sleeping because it’s possible for them to make a few words of the song. You never let them hear your songs, at least not after they’re finished, so they feel pretty lucky when they witness these kinds of moments.

“Passed down like folk songs, the love lasts so long,” Max smiles. You’re back to writing the song that has become his favorite, even though it is definitely not finished but the words, the way you sing, what you’re trying to tell through those words? Max feels identified. “And I’ve been meaning to… ugh no!” He hears the frustration in your voice and wishes to be there with you to tell you how beautiful the lyrics are.

“You think we should tell her?” Charles looks up at Max, hand caressing his naked chest.

“No, or she’ll stop.” Max leans to place a kiss on Charles forehead.

“I don’t want that,” Charles pouts, closing his eyes to try to fall back to sleep with your voice. “I like listening to her process.”

Max silently agrees. He follows Charles’ example and closes his eyes too, still paying attention to the words falling from your lips.

“And I’ve been meaning to tell you, I think your house is haunted. Your dad is always mad and that must be why,”

Charles hugs his boyfriend tightly and places a soft kiss right above his heart. They both know the meaning of those lyrics, even if you haven’t told them anything yet.

“And I think you should come live with me and we can be pirates. Then you won’t have to cry, or hide in the closet.”

Those are the last words they hear before falling asleep.

They don’t know at what time you went back to bed, but the next morning you’re sound asleep, snoring peacefully, snuggled between them. The only proof of your little escapade is your bulging notebook of lyrics on the coffee table and a blanket on the couch.

[lxclerc]

𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 ─ 𝐦𝐯𝟏

summary: where max verstappen is the subject of a love song from a singer who never writes love songs pairing: max verstappen x american singer!reader faceclaim: no one specifically but based off olivia rodrigo

note: me? writing max verstappen? smau fluff? on main? everyone look away.

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dailyynupdates yn was seen around monte carlo the past few days, taking pictures with fans and allegedly cozying up with three time world champion max verstappen

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user12 what is going on in the house of commons because this was the last thing i expected

user39 this is quite literally the most random pairing i've ever stumbled across

user91 how do they even know each other 😭 user63 right like...where did this even come from? how did it start? literally how did they meet? they could not be farthest apart in the sphere of famous people

user19 now who the hell is max verstappen and why is he with my wife?

user49 oh girl you have a lot to catch up on the max lore user71 max is a formula one driver user56 saying max is a formula 1 driver like he currently isn't dominating the sport to the point where people hates him saying he's making it boring since he keeps winning because he's just that fucking good that literally no other driver can keep up is kinda wild user10 oh so our girl's new man is good at his job user52 "good at his job might just be the biggest understatement of the century when it comes to max. man's a fucking beast at his job

user48 i dont have to see her with her ratty ex anymore omfg war is over

user93 dare i say...they're adorable

user82 yn being in an age appropriate, healthy relationship? i never thought the day would come

user74 we won for real 🥹🫶

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dailyynupdates max and yn in a video posted by yn's friend 😭

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user93 oh my god look at them 😭

user81 they look so in love i want to cry

user65 "maximillian, do i look pretty like this?" "you always look pretty" i couldn't quite catch what he said at the end but 😭😭😭

user85 dutch here and i believe he said "laiverd" which means darling user75 this means so much to me user65 you just made my entire week

user45 seeing her in love after all the shit men is healing a part of me i didnt know was broken

user53 max fixing her hood then kissing her cheek what if you just stabbed me

user31 every time i see these, i get the urge to take a shot of bleach 😀

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sincerelyyn can't have a conversation if it's not all about you

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yourfriend as the other person of those conversations, he's fine i guess 😒

sincerelyyn you know i love youuuuu

taylorswift love seeing you happy ❤️

sincerelyyn ❤️❤️ user73 mother is all of us user63 you know it's real when it's taylor swift approved

conangrey i hate happy couples i hope you both trip 🫶

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user92 their friendship is everything to me

user15 not girlie trying to soft launch like we all don't know who it is 😭

user43 THEYRE SO ‼️🥵🥰⚠️

user65 you're so right

user24 i'm so happy finally seeing our girl happy 😭

user84 "someday i'll be everything to somebody else" YES YOU ARE BABYGIRL 😭

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1 my american girl 🩷

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charles_leclerc i still can't believe this is happening

maxverstappen1 for someone who don't even follow me, you sure are early to my posts 😒 user91 max gagged him with that im afraid

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user66 max posting non racing content and being all soft in the comments for yn in what world am i in

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sincerelyyn love youuuu

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sincelyyn i never knew love could be so golden till i met you <3

maxverstappen1 mijn hele hart is van jou, schat (you own my entire heart, darling) user42 they mean so very much to me 😭

danielricciardo god the two of you make me nauseous

maxverstappen1 hating because you ain't us danielricciardo im not liking that attitude, kid 😒 user71 daniel is so us

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sincerelyyn so american will be out on all platforms at midnight. a letter to the man i love, the only way i know how ❤️

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maxverstappen1 i adore you with everything in my being ❤️

sincerelyyn ik hou van je (i love you)

i hope you guys liked this as much as i loved writing it 🫶

[ervotica]

Ik this isn’t part of the prompt but can u plz do a eclipse Jasper x human reader whenever she can feel her anxiety worsen or even a panic attack about to start Jasper uses his ability to calm her down (since he can manipulate emotions/moods) and he usually does it by talking to her and kissing her gently🥹😭

summary; jasper eases your anxiety and kisses away all your worries.

warnings; fem!reader, reader w anxiety, soft, soft!jasper, jasper uses his gift on reader but it’s sweet, pure fluff! no use of y/n

Jasper's rasping Southern lilt pulls you out of your haze; he can feel the rushing thrum of your pulse beneath your skin, the way you tense and burrow further into the comfort of the blanket that’s loosely draped over your shoulders. You're vacant, eyes glassy and unfocused despite the lively chatter of the Cullen house, the raucous booming of Emmett’s voice and Rosalie’s quiet scolding that follows as the rest of the family talk animatedly. This upcoming fight has everyone on edge and it’s evident in your stance, the way you curl up small on the couch and wring your fingers until they flush ruby.

"Hey, sugar," Jasper murmurs, a finger hooking over your cheek to draw your gaze to his own. It's a miracle he can stand to be so close to you now, almost desensitised to your scent, the warmth of your touch, the ravenous hunger that claws at his throat when you're close. Your eyes crinkle at the corners, carving lines into the soft skin when your eyes meet his.

"Hey, Jas."

His icy lips are on your cheek and you soak up his touch, resisting the urge to lean into it as you really want to, still cautious of overwhelming him. The sense of calm that washes over you feels artificial, the only indicator that the feeling isn’t quite your own, but rather the emotion that Jasper is weaving into your frazzled nerves as the anxiety untangles like yarn and dissipates. The crushing thunderstorm is reduced to small, sweeping waves that lap at the corners of your mind but no longer engulf it.

You accept the feeling regardless of its origin, your muscles uncoiling as Jasper strokes slow lines over your cheekbone. Your eyes track the swish of his blond tresses when his head dips further, the bridge of his nose pressed to your cheek, and one golden eye that watches you right back.

His mouth ventures to the corner of your lips and you feel the imprint of his smile as you giggle and your features scrunch with unbridled adoration. It’s a rare display of such emboldened affection from him and you’ll be damned if you don’t wring him for every ounce whilst he’s willing to offer it.

All background noise melts away when he catches your lips between his own. You gasp a sweet little noise into his mouth and he swallows it greedily; the feel of his cold fingers on your cheek brands you, leaving a lasting tingle that reminds you that you’re his and his only. He nips at your bottom lip, the ghost of a laugh echoing against your mouth when you whine and cant your body towards his, wanting, needing, to be close. His forehead stays anchored to your own when he draws himself away.

"You’re beautiful," he murmurs. "My beautiful girl."

The cadence of his voice alone is enough to have you going soft and pliant in his grasp, tired eyes watching his every move as he nudges your chin upwards and presses another gentle peck to your mouth.

"Everything’s gonna be jus’ fine, okay?" he coos, gathering you up and into his arms in a way that has you biting your lip to suppress a whimper. "And then we’ll have forever, my darlin’."

"You promise?" He almost laughs at your question, but he hears the warble in your voice, feels the tightening of your fingers against the sleeve of his shirt, and he knows you need the reassurance. Something white-hot lights in his chest, fondness and something deep and primal all mixed into one— the urge to protect you always, no matter the cost, even if the world burns to ashes. He’ll protect you always.

"I promise." He sits back until you’re tucked beneath his arm, pushing stray curls out of your face as you nestle into the crook of his armpit. "Why don’t you sleep for a little while? You need it."

Suddenly the ruckus of the Cullen house dulls in your ears, your only focus on the blond you’re tucked against, his fingers curling around the blanket to pull it flush to your frame. The last thing you register is his arms tightening around you as you doze, and an arm hiking you into his lap when you go limp against him.

[lewisvinga]

too late! | liam lawson x fem! leclerc! reader

summary; when due to playing tennis and being a leclerc sister, y/n doesn’t often interact with other drivers. so while traveling, she meets liam lawson and ultimately falls in love with him. having overprotective brothers means having to stick to a soft launch before revealing her relationship

fc; various girls on pinterest

warnings; none (?)

taglist; @namgification

notes; requested ! haha but i actually don’t write for liam lol but i rlly liked this request:p n i don’t really know much abt tennis so bear w me lol

masterlist !

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yourusername: this week🌷💓

username: oh mystery man🤔

username: last slide??👀

alexandrasaintmleux: waiting for you to invite me to play tennis😣

yourusername: omg i’ll be in monaco soon!! let’s link up, i miss you😣😣

nicorosberg: make sure you keep that form up😉

yourusername: oh, nico, it was one time !!!

username: y/n gets a break from the wta tour and decides to soft launch😭😭😭

charles_leclerc: y/n??

yourusername: hiiiii charlie☺️☺️☺️

username: pretty girls stan y/n

username: 😍

username: who that

leclerc_pascale: toujours jolie, ma fille 😍 dis-lui que je te dis bonjour ! [always pretty, my daughter! tell him i say hello!]

yourusername: merci, mamannn💗 he says bonjour back😁

arthur_leclerc: maman, you know?

charles_leclerc: tell us, maman, please!

yourusername: go focus on ur vroom vroom go away

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yourusername: 💗

username: the alpha tauri shirt???

username: the leclercs really have the best genes wow

lilymhe: double date soon ?😁

yourusername: oh duh

username: wonder if the leclerc brothers know

arthur_leclerc: y/n, answer the gc now

yourusername: no😝

lorenzotl: do we need to have a family meeting ?

charles_leclerc: yes.

yourusername: no we don’t, you drama queens!

username: the leclerc brothers are so😭😭

nicorosberg: i would’ve liked to see how you played with him around 😂

yourusername: he distracts me 😞

charles_leclerc: nico knows but your own brother doesn’t???

yourusername: bc ur a drama queen

[caption 1; 🤍] [caption 2; serenading me 🥴]

liamlawson30 replied to your story !

liamlawson30

your brothers are gonna come after me😩

yourusername

they’re such drama queens

maman is happy 4 me , and my sexy bf is serenading me and that’s all that matters 💆‍♀️💆‍♀️

liamlawson30

sexy you say say😏

yourusername

not w that emoji …

charles_leclerc replied to your story!

charles_leclerc

y/n, what is this

hello?

answer

answer

Y/N???

arthur_leclerc replied to your story!

arthur_leclerc

wtf

hes a driver

y/n what the heck

lorenzotl replied to your story!

lorenzotl

yeah we’re gonna have to have a talk😬

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alexandrasaintmleux

keep me updated on how charles acts😭

yourusername

going crazy already🙄

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yourusername: 💗

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liamlawson30: love you💙

yourusername: love youuu

liamlawsom30: can we get back to ur sexy bf comment tho 🤔

yourusername: yes we can😁

charles_leclerc: no you cannot. 5 feet away from her. she can’t kiss anyone until her wedding day.

yourusername: 🤦‍♀️

username: CHARLES COMMENT??

username: LMFAO CHARLES

username: they’re so🥹🥹

alexandrasaintmleux: cuties🤍

yourusername: no u😩

charles_leclerc: wait, alex, did you know??

yourusername: LEAVE CHARLES ITS TOO LATE FOR YOU TO BE A DRAMA QUEEN

arthur_leclerc: LET THE MAN SPEAK

arthur_leclerc: ew

yourusername: ur ew.

username: i can’t get over charles and arthur’s comments😭

[satoruhour]

While I know Suguru is the og girldad, there’s something so endearing about Satoru with a daughter.

First time she’s in his arms and it’s like somebody put the sun into his palms. She has his white hair and six eyes but in shape of your facial features, his loud and boisterous personality and his sweet tooth, and there’s not a thing on this planet he cherishes more than her. Spoils her, wants to be her “superhero” dad children look up to, you best believe everything she draws for him is kept secure in a folder in his room. He never lets anyone treat her as inferior to boys (knowing the misogyny in jjk universe), and both of them love you to piecessssss🥹

Like I just randomly imagine him baking a cake with his little daughter for your birthday and MY HEARTHNSJ😭

WHEN US MEANS MORE THAN ME & U

a/n: literal tears. bye. i love dad gojo sm. wrote this through tears while listening to this. tagging @crysugu @jabamin @hyomagiri @seeingivy ✶

wc: 3k plus?? man idfk cant see thru my tears

✶ dad!gojo . . .

. . . who ages so well the more he grows older. if you think he looks good at 28, just wait until he’s 34, or 40. although he still has a baby face, his features have matured way more, now, crinkle lines on his forehead and around his lips that accentuate his dimples even more. he just looked… so damn good, truly keeping his physique well into his thirties, except you wouldn’t have known if his hair is turning grey, though, since it’s already white, but you can tell he’s happy when his body hair is not just white upon white.

. . . who has the palest skin, so when he starts to grow a noticeable moustache and goatee he shows you the short strands excitedly, pointing to the various parts of his face with an excited finger and a beaming smile. he annoys you by rubbing his chin and cupid’s bow along your skin in the morning or when he returns home — it’s a little funny seeing you jump in surprise.

. . . who only lets you dictate whether he should keep the facial hair and when you hesitate even one moment (“nope! let’s shave it!”) you’re pulled into the bathroom and handed a shaver and shaving cream. he hums when the blade glides along his skin, knowing you were too afraid to be too rough. gojo liked the tenderness of these moments, you perched upon his lap and bottom lip caught in between your lips as you focused on his chin and cupid’s bow. the grip on your waist is firm, loving the way your thighs close around his own so snugly.

“okay — last one,” you voice out softly, eyes squinting because it was so difficult trying to see white hair from skin. gojo simply giggles at your struggle and you tsk, telling to stop moving! before you’re yelping and the shaver leaves your hand, the soft, plump lips of satoru moving against yours. behind you, there’s a plop! of water, and gojo just laughs when he sees the shaver lodged into the toilet. “ah. well, let’s use yours.” and your mouth twists, “no! i use that to shave…” you trail off and you swear you can hear gojo’s grin and the insult of pervert on your lips. “well! all the more to use it!” ✶

. . . whose vision from the start is slowly turning true. the jujutsu world is in the good hands of his students that he’s able to spend time with you and the (unborn) baby more. he smiles more freely now that he works less missions, but still as cheeky and playful as ever, squishing your cheeks and moving them around as he plants kisses on them. he also shows his feelings more, not afraid to bury his face in your neck and ask for head rubs or tell you he might be thinking about suguru a little too much; the first time satoru put his head to your swelling belly and heard the kid kick he teared up right away, baby talking to the baby bump like the sap he is.

. . . who at first hated his family name because it was only ever associated with his powerful father and then him, with both of his renowned techniques, how it pointed straight to him being the strongest and a cog in the machine to overwork. but now, gojo rather likes it, referring to you as “my wife” and “mrs. gojo” more times than necessary. you gave him his surname meaning by saying your vows and slipping his (rather expensive) ring on your fourth finger. you gave the family name a sense of warmth and homeliness whenever he’d come home to you humming a tune from high school and cooking up some dinner. you gave ‘gojo’ a worth that means more than just the six eyes and limitless — that it’d mean that gojo was the penthouse in some far off tokyo district coupled with you and the baby growing in you.

. . . who when first handed his baby girl, cried full on tears in the hospital, both arms wrapped so snugly around his baby because he was afraid he was going to hurt her or drop her in some way. gojo is generally pretty large in stature that he makes your baby girl look so small that it’s endearing. your cheeks hurt from smiling so much at them, not having the energy to capture the moment since you just quite literally delivered. but satoru much rather have his girls in the picture, handing the baby back to you before he reveals his phone to snap a picture.

“w-would ya look at her?” satoru coos, rocking and bouncing his body gently to ease your baby back into slumber. there’s an ugly show of a mess on his face — snot falling everywhere and tear stains lining his cheeks. but there’s one final thing that has gojo choking up all over again; the baby is curious and feels up his hand, your husband letting a finger out before she curls her small fist around his finger. “oh my god.” it’s cute seeing gojo so distraught as tears spring to his eyes again and he can’t even form words. it makes the baby laugh and he sobers up a little, sniffing and raising a brow. “love seeing your papa cry, huh?” and the baby sputters again and giggles and satoru swears he ascends to heaven and mutters a promise more to himself than your darling girl. “i’ll protect that little smile for as long as i live, okay?” ✶

. . . who is entirely enamoured with his baby girl, carrying her a little too much when she should be in the crib, singing her little songs or pointing out the colours of the sky in the nursery. you watch the scenes like a proud wife and mother, still not used to the beautiful scenes and childlike decorations of the room — only because satoru would not let you in after learning why ellie from up couldn’t conceive even if the paint now was safe. but you don’t have the heart to turn away your husband when this is what you get out of it, reminiscent of when gojo had playfully done to tsumiki and megumi before (“the scenery is beautiful today, gojo-san!” vs. “i already know what colours are, dumbass.”). 

. . . who only asks you to rest while he takes on most of the diaper-changing and feeding duties. you weren’t even that old to begin with, but it seemed like just like you were pregnant, satoru found it offensive that you’d think of even lifting a finger. you let him, for a while, until you find out he’s putting on the diaper wrongly and putting a little too much formula in the bottle, but you simply pat his cheek when he tears again. by god, he doesn’t want to mess this up, he doesn’t want to mess you up, he doesn’t want to mess her up, but you show him with your hands wrapped around his. one, two, three, and a half cups into the bottle; wrap around her right, then her left and secure it with the provided adhesive.

“satoru, baby,” you sigh, going on your tippy toes to kiss away the tears spilling from his cheeks, “you’re not a bad dad because you didn’t know how to make her food or change her diaper.” your fingers are as light as dewdrops, always in awe of his flawless skin and looks, and now, in awe of his consideration and love of your baby girl. “but—” you put up a finger, “no buts— remember? we promised each other not to be sorry if we can’t help it. you are human, my love.” gojo heaves a shaky sigh and swallows away the sobs, nodding against your hand as he covers it and leans into your touch. “i am human,” and a little later after quelling the baby’s cries in bed, “thank you.” ✶

. . . who, when she’s old enough, takes her on flying mishaps, hands tucked under her arm pits to guide her through the house in exaggerated flight. it feels like dad is superman, the sofa, high chair, even mama is all too far away from her and she’s onto her next exciting adventure. the bubbly giggles from your darling girl is the only sound that matters to satoru, alongside your laughter as you watch the two in play while dinner simmer besides you. higher! higher! she asks when she can speak and he does just that with his imposing height, but gojo’s tallness never intimidates his baby girl; no, not when gojo satoru is her hero and you, her solace.

. . . who gives nothing but a multitude of praises when his girl is leaning more into the artistic side, asking for colour pencils and crayons and paint to explore her creativity that with each drawing she shows him, he gasps, falls to the floor, and cries out how it should belong in a museum! gojo is doing the most — hands on his chin and pointing to various parts of the drawing and discussing the “meaning” behind it when all your girl wanted to do was draw the three of you as a happy family. he’s buying the frame, making a plaque for the artwork to be hung; when he’s making copies of the artwork to keep in a folder, he’s crying his eyes out (“she just wanted to draw us, us! as a family!” you giggle, “yes, satoru, that’s what we are.”)

“girlssss! i’m home!” satoru grins when your baby runs up to him, swooping her up before she can crash into his legs and twirls her around. “papa! look at what i drew today!” you’re emerging after cleaning up her very passionate creative space after she swore on finishing it before your husband came back, smiling when she bounces on her heels. “woooow!” he clutches his heart, one knee and then the other before he croaks out “ooouhhhh! why isn’t this masterpiece in a museum yet?! it’s a crime!” if you were in high school, the gojo then would definitely barf at how cheesy he was being at the moment, “very compelling use of colour, here, miss gojo. hmm, yes, yes, i see how you used multiple colours for the sun — very effective in showing the many colours of the sunset!” you’re cheesing so hard at the display because he does this every. time. and it never fails to make her yell in excitement, running over to you as she gives you a big fat kiss on your cheeks, “mama helped me!” a raise of the eyebrow before you finally get your well-awaited kiss to your lips, “i’m sure she did, honey.” ✩

. . .who teaches her the basic things, not shying away from the harsh realities of the world and jujutsu society. he tells her about boys who make fun of girls and think it’s acceptable, or teachers that would only like the strong boys to carry the chairs to the centre of the classroom. he thinks that if he’s going to do this parenting shit, he’s going to do it right, not the way his parents did it, not the way the higher-ups “looked” over young sorcerers. he covers self-defense, verbal comebacks as well as a rejected raise of her hand to threaten a punch (you were the one to stop him from teaching her that — you could only thank it wasn’t a middle finger instead), praising and rewarding her with candy and blown raspberries into her skin.

. . . who teaches her mama is as important as he is, but your darling girl already knows the value of her mother who holds her tight when she has a nightmare, or the airplane on mama’s airline that always holds delicious food. she knows how much her mother loves her when you’re sharing a smile with her at the dinner table as satoru chokes again on his food, and when you pat her to sleep while telling the story of how you and gojo met. that’s why she was the one to suggest that they both bake you a cake for your birthday — with her as the head chef and satoru as her sous chef. 

“it has to be perfect, papa! no more burning the pancakes in the morning or putting too much sugar.” gojo stifles a laugh at that; it seems that his baby girl had heard the many trivial mishaps that had happened in the kitchen, snapping out of his daze when his daughter lands a light slap on his cheek. “pay attention!” satoru fully laughs now, okay, okay! he says and they read through the recipe together — a family recipe passed down to you — and they try their best. the flour is a little messy, the sugar is a tad too much and satoru thinks he may have preheated the oven too high a heat, but then there’s the familiar smell of the vanilla extract and the rise of the cake in the tin. your baby cheers, collapsing into gojo’s arms in front of the oven and together on the floor, they watch the cake ascend.

“careful, baby, it’s hot.” gojo brings her away when the cake is finally done, dramatically smelling and letting out a sigh at it, “it smells really good, ain’t it?” she purses her lips and points to herself, “all due to me!” and gojo hums in agreement. he’s content to let his baby girl take all the credit when she’s looking as adorable like that, finding that her confidence is looking more and more like his while your kindness shows when she’s propped up on the kitchen island and saying, “but papa was the one who helped me pour everything! so maybe it’s because of both me and papa.”

the “thank you” that satoru whispers into his girl’s temple is a whisper, and the house falls into a comfortable, more calm atmosphere as they work on the icing together. it’s clear that all her excitement has caught up to her and she’s now feeling a little sleepy in between, only shooting up when gojo’s announced the icing’s all mixed properly. “happy . . birthday . . mama,” she draws out in the air with satoru’s finger clutched between her fist, a clear layout in her young mind that he had no choice but to listen (he would always listen), lathering first the white base icing before the pressuring job comes and his darling girl is looking at him with narrowed eyes, “don’t mess it up, papa!”

“i won’t—” and before gojo can start on the lettering, you’re depositing the house keys into the bowl your husband gifted you in high school, letting out a chuckle at the scene before you: the sorcerer’s face caked in white, vanilla extract and broken egg shells on the island and in the middle of it, your husband and your daughter looking like deer caught in headlights.

“hi, mama,” they say in unison and your grin only widens. you could hardly be mad when this doesn’t happen often, already knowing the occasion, but they seemed to be a little bummed out from being found out so you only hope your hug can make it up. your baby girl goes first: she squeals when she’s scooped into your arms, smile so bright it could mirror any angel in heaven. while she still pouts, she’s more than happy to wish you a happy birthday. “thank you, baby. was baking with papa fun?”

she nods so hard her whole body moves in your arms, “papa is very bad at measuring stuff, though.”

you burst out laughing while your husband falls into a greater pout than your daughter did, brushing off the flour from his arms and taking the both of you into his embrace, “she’s so mean to me, sweets.”

“i’m not, just telling the truth. mama, i was the head chef, so i get to say what he’s bad at.” gojo’s pout worsens and you coo, pulling him closer.

“yes, but daddy did help with everything, didn’t he?” you whisper, brushing away the strands that fall over her face. you’ve never really taken the time to take in everything: her white hair, those blue eyes that are a little darker, the lines at the side of her smile that look like yours. instinctively, your forehead rests against hers and upon feeling her nod, you think that this is all you need. “thank you, darling.” and your girl grins again when she feels your peck on her forehead. gojo only can look at his girls with a content smile, pout stretching into his face while his hand never stops caressing your back. “can daddy have a kiss too?”

that night when she’s put to sleep after much protest (you both give in and end up watching your favourite movie together as a present), you’re drawing circles on gojo’s bare chest which also has grown a little bit of hair. his lips upon your hair feels like a divine blessing; he speaks.

“happy birthday again, baby,” a kiss, “only if you came home a liiittle later, though.”

you laugh softly, “actually, i sort of heard your shenanigans when i was standing outside the front door.” satoru jerks from the comfortable position, prompting your head to hit the headboard in a loud ‘thud’.

“oops sorry, baby— but what?!”

you shake your head, roll your eyes, pull him back to tuck yourself under his chin, “you’re so damn dramatic. i just didn’t want to interrupt the both of you. you mean a lot to her, you know.”

gojo sighs, moving away a bit for your head to tilt up and his heart still pulls and tugs like so many years ago. if he recalls correctly, it’s just exactly like this that you shared your first kiss together, the line between friends and lovers blurring so much that all it took was your eyes staring into his to make him notice he never had infinity on around you.

“you made me forget what i was gonna say,” satoru mumbles, a laugh cutting through his features when you smile sheepishly. he copies your outburst, “you’re so damn beautiful.”

“and you mean a lot to her, too. we mean a lot to her — it’s the least we can do when you’ve brought such a beautiful baby into the world,” gojo mutters — it’s late and he’s slurring his words from the fatigue. his eyes glow under the night light and he holds on to you just a little tighter, “to give her a normal life.”

his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes, and there’s the sheen of his tears again. “we will succeed, don’t you worry.” you silence his doubts with a kiss, “you’re doing a great job of a father, ‘toru. i will keep reminding you until my voice turns hoarse and i can’t speak.”

normally, he’d tease you but all it does is make the tears full spill over; but they’re happy this time. satoru only lets you catch his lips in a deep kiss, quietening his sobs as your hands fumble at his undercut and his face. you can hear the faint “thank you”’s he mumbles and you’re also close to crying, pulling away to admire him — god, you loved him so much you feel like you could collapse. he loved you so much he would do it all over again if it meant having you in every life.

“thank you for having me. thank you for loving me, baby,” satoru whispers, wiping at your tears as did you and he laughs, “dunno why we’re cryin’. s’pposed to be a happy moment.”

you huff (of course, he’d say something funny now), but that’s just one of many things you love about him. all you do is hold him closer that night and mutter a prayer — to virgin, to buddha, to anyone who would listen.

it might get difficult along the way: one of you may need to take on more missions, your baby will be growing up and heading to school. there will be difficult talks, puberty, tantrums, none of you were truly ready. and yet, despite it all, you’d still have your satoru, the one who made tsumiki and megumi into what they are today. despite it all, you’d still have each other and your darling girl, your family of gojo’s whose definition changed from suffocating to belonging. despite it all, as long as galaxies are created and supernovas happening and the planets revolve around the sun, it’d take light years for your love to diminish even one speck.

your love for each other could surpass the cosmos — that in itself is enough.

part two

[kakashiskunai25]

Thinking about how Kakashi used to ignore Gai at first but then slowly noticed how determined and strong willed he is which made him get curious about gai and start to pay more attention. Then in academy days he accepted being guy's eternal rival and had defended + comforted him when he was getting bullied over his father as well as when he lost his dad as kakashi called Dai " the coolest ninja he knows", he cared about Gai's well being.

The withdrawal in anbu era most likely from both trauma and Kakashi being scared of letting gai in since he thought he lost everyone who was close with him. He didn't want to lose gai too. Tho he saw all of Gai's efforts of trying to break his walls and be there for him which led to Kakashi returning to Gai as an open and loyal friend the way he was for him when Kakashi was losing himself. Kakashi also told him not to use the 8th Gate which would cost Gai his life and Kakashi losing him even if it was necessary to win the war, I love that Gai held it off till the last moment and saved Kakashi for one last time before using it to fight Madara 😭.

Gai also knew kakashi wasn't really " keen on living" during the Root, and he always make sure to remind Kakashi that he always want him by his side, he matters to Gai so much🥹

As much he would deny Kakashi loves his company because he forgets all about the darkness of the world when he is with Gai and he definitely feels safe with him cause if he tries to save everyone, who is going to save him? He also said he slept without nightmares that night they slept together. I also think Gai brings out his inner child who got lost after the death of his father and his team and lets Kakashi act carefree with him which is very fun to witness 🥹💜

We see him much more emotionally open with Guy in boruto, like crying in front of him over his favorite novel, imagine younger Kakashi doing that lol. I love that he gives Gai those soft looks full of care, admiration and love. Gai has lost his father when he was young like Kakashi and also lost one of his students as well as his physical ability and Kakashi knows how hard it is for him since he can relate to that and even informs others that Gai has things he is sensitive over too. I also believe having similar painful experiences makes them understand each other better and be closer.

He also would throw his logic out of the window if he had any chance to heal Guy and make his life better.

In Stories of Konoha I just absolutely adore how Kakashi treats Gai, he is worried about him but that doesn't make him see Gai any differently, treat him like he is weak or anything, he does the quite the opposite and supports him. It is love, it doesn't have to be romantic but it is there and that's what matters🥰

In conclusion, we dont need to see them confess or kiss to know they love each other. Kakashi and Gai just have pure love between them💚

[cowboybeepboop]

Omg please part 2 of your blow job story i will beg if i have to🥹! I wanna see Scott eat the reader like it's his last meal and makes her squirt and have the best sex of their lives! Maybe have the reader ride Scott and he gets off twice from it...might not happen offen with guys but it's got when it does😉

Pairing: Scott Miller x fem! Reader 

Genre: Smut 

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, p in v sex, riding him, praise, sort of him talking you through it, multiple orgasms. 

a/n: Guys I love writing requests so don’t worry about begging for anything 😭 Anyways per usual: I hope you enjoy and send any kind of request you might have my way! <3

Scott couldn’t keep his hands off of you, the drive to the hotel was full of tension as his fingers danced over your skin. He kept one hand tight on the steering wheel and the other wandering your body. 

You could feel the determination, the desperation, in his touch. Your skin tingles everywhere he touches you, each brush of his fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps. Your body ached for him, needing him to be closer, needing more. 

But at the same time, his touch was so light that it was driving you crazy. You could feel his desire in the way he touched you, it was different than usual. 

Finally the hotel came into view and the anticipation in your body was almost unbearable. Scott pulled into a parking spot and practically slammed on the brakes, he rushed out of the truck, swiftly coming to your door to lead you out. 

His hand rested on your lower back as he guided you to the front door. Once inside the elevator, he pressed his body against your back, you could feel his erection pressed into your backside. 

Scott's tall body completely enveloped yours, you could feel the heat radiating off him as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. 

"I need to get you to my room now,” he mutters, his breath warm against your skin. He grips your hips tightly, as if he were holding himself back from doing more.

The ding of the elevator caught your attention. “Lead the way Scottie.” You murmur, anticipation in the pit of your stomach as his body responds to your words. 

He takes your hand in his and quickly leads you down the hallway towards his room. As soon as he gets the door open, he practically pushes you through, closing and locking the door behind him. 

He wastes no time, he's on you in an instant, pinning you against the wall and pressing his body firmly against yours. His lips find your neck, planting rough, messy kisses against your sensitive skin.

“Scott,” you gasp out, hands going to his sides as you pull him impossibly closer, needing him just as much as he needs you. 

Scott lets out a soft hum as his lips continue their ruthless attack on your pulse point. His hands move to your pants, he unbuttons them, unzips them and slides them away. 

His calloused fingers find your clothed clit, beginning to rub gentle circles into it causing a shocked moan to slip out of your lips. 

“Scott, more..” you murmur, fingers tangling in his dark locks, softly tugging at the roots. 

“You like that, baby?” he murmurs back, his teeth scraping against your skin as he continues to nip and kiss your neck. 

He groans at the sound of your moans, loving the way you call out his name. He rubs a little harder, applying more pressure as he watches your reactions. His free hand runs along your body, appreciating the curves of your body.

He moves to capture your lips in another rough kiss, his tongue immediately entering your mouth as he presses you back against the wall. He guides you to the bed, pressing you down so you’re sitting on the edge of the plush mattress.

His hands squeeze your hips as he drops to his knees, his lips never leaving yours. His hands follow the curves of your waist, moving to the hem of your shirt before slipping under the fabric. He parts your legs with his body, he slides your shirt off, looking at you with eyes filled with nothing but desire. 

Scott presses a kiss to your stomach, moving up your body with gentle wet kisses. as he reaches your breasts he buries his face between them, breathing in the scent of you, his fingers move to the clasps of your bra unclasping it. 

He worships your body, appreciating every curve and contour. The look in his eyes is something new to you. He’s so full of desire, so full of emotion that he can’t even mask it with a cocky demeanor.

As he unhooks your bra, his teeth graze along the sensitive flesh of your chest. He can’t get enough of you at this moment, feeling as if he could eat you alive. He looks up at you, his gaze locked onto yours. “You’re so damn beautiful, you know that?” You pull him into a hungry kiss, wanting to taste him once again. 

His hands press into you as he pulls back from your lips, he turns his attention to the wetness between your legs. He swiftly pulls your lace panties away, taking in the sight of you. he reaches out, using his pointer finger to slowly enter your warmth, your eyes fall shut as you let out a choked moan. 

“Scott!” you gasp his name, legs instinctively parting further. His lips connect with your inner thigh, he sucks soft hickeys into the sensitive skin, teeth lightly nipping at you. “Fuck,” you whimper, lost in the senstation as he continues to fuck you with his thick finger. 

His nose brushes against your hip bone as he licks the soft skin, he brings his eyes to meet your face. “Y/N? This is okay right?” he murmurs against you. 

“Yes, fuck please.” you whine out, he smirks, guiding your legs to his shoulders as he finally brushes his tongue against your wetness. He moans at the taste of you in his mouth, hands going to your hips, grasping them tightly as he pulls you closer to him. 

His lips move hungrily against your sex, lapping up the juices flowing from you. Your head falls back in ultimate pleasure, body arching into him, moans slipping out of you harmoniously.  Your thighs tighten around his neck as you lean back on your palms, chest heaving with pleasure. 

Scott follows you as you shift back, his lips wrapped around your clit, the tip of his tongue teasing the sensitive bud. You're shaking with pleasure, feeling equally overstimulated and not quite stimulated enough to push you over the edge. 

He lightly grazes his teeth against your clit causing you to practically scream out in pleasure, your body shuddering with the sensation. He takes note of this and presses his pointer and middle finger into your soaked core, he lightly nips at your nub. 

You're a sloppy moaning mess, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach, the pleasure mixing with the slight pain of his teeth on your sensitive spot. With a final loud moan your orgasm crashes over you, your body shakes aggressively with the intensity. 

You try to pull back, desperate for a second to catch your breath, but Scott holds you tight. His tongue working its magic on you, he laps up every bit of the remnants of your pleasure. You collapse against the bed as he finally pulls away from your pussy. 

He climbs on top of the bed, hovering over you with a sly smirk as you breath heavily, your eyes half-lidded. He brushes your hair behind your ear, placing his fingers that were once inside you, into his mouth licking up your slickness. 

“I’m not done with you just yet.” he purrs, his hands moving to his own clothes to pull them away. After he strips he lays down on the mattress, his hands moving to pull you on top of him. 

You take the message and guide his erection to your pussy, slowly sliding down on him, his hands grasp your hips tight. “Just like that,” he groans, letting you have full control as his length stretches you out. 

Scotts name falls from your lips like a prayer, your hands fall to his abs, holding yourself up. Your hips move against his as you slowly ride him, enjoying the passion between the two of you. He impatiently bucks his hips into yours with each movement, your eyebrows furrow with pleasure as he groans. 

“God, pretty Y/N. You’re so perfect on top of me.” he moans, his thumbs digging into your skin as you start to move faster. His dick seems to swell inside of you as he comes closer and closer to his own release. 

He bucks his hips into you, his face contorting with satisfaction. He groans your name, his hands guiding your movements. “Fuck.” he moans as his warm cum fills you, sending a shiver down your spine. 

“Keep going princess..” he praises you, making you bite your lip in response as you continue your movements. Your body starts to feel tired as you keep moving, his hands cup your ass squeezing the soft flesh. 

“Scott, I'm getting tired.” you whimper, head falling forward. 

He shakes his head, “You can do it, my pretty girl,” he directs your movements, sliding your ass up and down, your pussy clenches around his cock. Scott thrusts into you, his length fully hard inside you once again. 

You gasp as he fills you, sending shivers down your spine, your arms shake as you keep trying to hold yourself up. He chuckles softly as he notices the way you’re struggling, his arms move to your waist, encircling you into a hug as he sits up. 

The new position causes you to nearly scream in pleasure, his tip pressing into your g-spot. “Fuck,” you moan, pressing your face into his shoulder as you continue to bounce on him. His body supports yours as he fucks up into you. 

He whispers sweet nothings into your ear, encouraging you to keep going and to go faster. The pleasure is intense, almost too much for you. He grasps your hips, pushing himself into you fully, his dick hitting your spot with each thrust. 

You can feel yourself growing closer and closer, your orgasm building along with his. You bite down onto his shoulder as he circles your clit with his thumb. He groans at the pain, although it only enhances his pleasure, your movements become more sloppy as you begin chasing release. 

Your high crashes over you, body shaking as it does. Scott falls back on the mattress as his own orgasm falls over him, his cum spewing into your pussy mixing with yours. You crash on top of him, the both of you sticky with your sweat. 

Scott lets out a contented sigh as he feels your body relax on top of his, your breathing erratic. He wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly as he struggles to catch his breath.

He can’t help but marvel at how good you make him feel. It’s unlike anything he’s experienced. He caresses your hair, running his fingers through it as his heartbeat slowly goes back to normal. “You’re incredible, you know that?” he murmurs, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.

You smile, pressing a soft kiss to his tense muscles. “It seems you’ve finally become aware of that fact.”

[webslingingslasher]

https://www.tumblr.com/webslingingslasher/752847373085081600/i-wanna-miss-fratpeters-nose-so-badly

how does he react!!

THAT SENT TOO FAST I WASNT FINISHED😭

does he get shy?? does he pretend he’s unaffected or is he like do it again and again and again!!!🥹

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soft!frat!peter <3

'what was that?'

you surprise attacked him with a kiss and went right back to watching tv, but this kiss wasn't on his mouth or his cheek so he's a tad bit confused.

'a little kissy.' it happened too quick. he saw a flash, felt a quick peck and you were submerged into netflix like nothing happened. 'want another?' it was rhetorical, you push up to place another to the same spot.

'why my nose?'

you steal another. 'why not?' and another. you go for a third after his bashful laugh, you swear you see a hint of pink coat his cheeks. 'i don't know, i've never had one, i guess.'

sometimes peter drops his lack of intimacy a little too casually. this is one of those times, how has no one ever given him nose kisses?

'have you ever felt like you wanna kiss every inch of me? not in a sexual way, but like, you wanna kiss me because i'm so cute?'

'i'm scared you'll read into my answer.' that's a total yes.

'well, there's a bunch of different types of kisses, so you're welcome for showing you another.' peter bids for your attention. 'what are the different types of kisses?'

'hm,' you sit up to straddle his lap. 'i mean, you know about this one.' a light peck to his forehead. 'and this one,' another on his cheek. your lips brush over his as you whisper, 'and you love this kind.' your hand on his chest tells you your guess was right.

'what else is there?' warm hands rest on your thighs, peter's speaking softly with his focus on you and you only. you could tease him, but you're going to take this delicate moment and file it away to replay when you’re questioning if he’s worth waiting around for. 

'you just learned about this one.' peter didn't know he could like attention on his nose so much. but when it comes from you, of course he does.

'any more?' he doesn't want it to end.

'how about an eskimo kiss?' peter's heard of them, but he's never had one so he pretends like he doesn't know what it is. you lean down to push your nose against his, you dig in at the last second before pulling away.

'the harder you do it, the more you love them.' you're not sure if that's true or not, but you heard it somewhere and it's nice to think about. 'that seems dangerous, you might end up with a broken nose.' you could scream about the undertone of his sentence, but you won't. it's another thing to file away.

'then you might like butterfly kisses.'

'what's-' peter stops, little flutters dance over his cheeks. his heart pounds hard, a swirl of matching insects take flight in his stomach.

'what do you think about that one?'

'do it again.' you cup his face before blinking against his skin.

it's airy, a hint of something youthful, wholesome, comforting. it's like stepping outside and feeling the sun coat over your arms, heating you from the inside out, gifting you with warmth you didn't know you needed or lacked.

it reminds him of you.

it's his favorite.

'you like them?' there's no question this time, he's got a full on blush. 'can i have another?' he savors the tickle. you give a finale, sealing it with an overdramatic 'muah!' against his lips.

'i like your flutter kisses.' you finger comb his hair, laying down any stray pieces from moving around on his pillow. 'you can have flutter kisses whenever you want.'

peter doesn't need to be told twice.

'flutter kisses. i demand more butterflies.'

'be careful, you might attract a whole swarm.'

peter makes prayer hands and mouths a 'thank you,' with his eyes closed before going dead weight underneath you.

'i'm ready to be suffocated.' 

[vanesycho]

Are you able to do a soft thoughts f!reader x Johnny? 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 when you get the chance. No rush I promise.

I love soft Johnny so much😭 he is a very huggable person😔 thank you for your request🤍🤍

Soft thoughts about Johnny ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

ღJohnny is someone who warms up everyone around him with his big smile. Just his looks can put you at ease. When he is with you, you can be sure that he will make the day brighter with his jokes and thoughtful thoughts. The size of his hands and his warm touches make you feel safe, just like a blanket you wrap yourself in on a cold day.

ღHis laughter is contagious. He can make you laugh heartily even on the worst day when he is with you. He has a voice that seems to take away all your stress. When you are on a long walk with him, watching the clouds in the sky and having a slow conversation, everything feels calmer and more peaceful.

ღHe is someone you will always feel comfortable with. If you are someone who is shy to go out in public, Johnny is perfect for that. He always makes you fit in, makes you feel comfortable. He notices when you are uncomfortable in a place and makes you have a better time alone.

ღHis hugs can be the best thing in the world. He always makes you feel warm. He does not hesitate to wrap his arms around you tightly, and although he is afraid of hurting you by squeezing too hard, he cannot control himself. Especially if you are going through a bad time, his warm hugs can make you forget everything.

ღHe loves to cook, if he wakes up earlier than you in the morning, you can find him in the kitchen already. He will give you a warm smile, approach you, kiss your forehead and hug you. He will whisper in your ear with his calm voice "Good morning baby, did you sleep well? I am preparing you the best breakfast you will ever eat, just wait a little bit."

ღI don't know why but he seems like someone who sings for no reason. When he comes in, he will hum a song and then his voice will rise, if you join him he will reach out his hand and make you do a little dance show. Finally he will pull you to him and kiss you on the lips and end your little concert with that.

As the song ended, Johnny looked into your eyes and kissed you romantically. His kisses were like the last note of the song, sweetly completing the moment. "That was the best part of the song."

ღHe seems like the kind of person who will tell you ridiculous stories before going to bed. Sometimes he will tell you the story of how you two met as a love story and you listen to it with a smile on your face every time "And that was the day the eternal love of the two main characters began..." when he realizes you are asleep halfway through the story he will give you a light kiss and mumble goodnight. But sometimes he can tell you the most ridiculous thing in the world, like a story about aliens and dinosaurs fighting.

"One day, the dinosaur commander, a T-Rex, targeted the aliens' base using a huge laser gun." You listened to him, unable to hold back your laughter. "...And just like that, the dinosaurs and the aliens never fought again. Because now both sides knew how bad ice cream was."

ღHe is good with words. He can give you the best advice and compliments, makes you feel better with small touches. He never hesitates to show his love, even if he doesn't say words of love to you, you can tell everything from the look in his eyes. The brightness of his eyes, the small smile on his lips, the small nods that show he listens to every word.

ღHe's really good at flirting. At first you thought he was a playboy but you realized he only acts like that because he really loves you, he doesn't talk to anyone else like that. He squeezes in some flirty sentences while talking and then continues talking as if nothing happened, leaving you surprised.

As he walks around the library with you, he looks at you who you were excitedly looking for the book you love. “You’re so cute, these books must make you feel excited, just like I feel when I'm with you you.” You looked at him in surprise, but he picked up a book without even looking at you. “Oh look, here’s the book you’re looking for. Let’s go, I’ll buy it for you.”

[kromeihl]

A oneshot or smth with ken sato x model! Reader where they are having a cutesy indoor pool date at reader or ken’s house? Maybe some smooches and fluff? Or anything more :3 also! Loved the last fic sm! 💗💗

IM SO SORRY IF IM REQUESTING TO MUCH I JUST LOVE YOUR WRITING SM LIKE REEEE 😫

(Imagine the pool was like these-)

- xoxo! 💗

YESS!! YOU AGAIN, I LOVE YOUR REQUESTS HAHA 💕 TYSM! It means so much to me that someone appreciates the way I write 🥹🫶🏼 KEEP EM REQUESTS COMIN’ (Self promoting yet again -> bloop.) I’m so so sorry that this was late! I got busy this week 😞 And I feel like Kenji rn I’m literally taking care of a puppy and do everything, I can barely sleep 😍 (also i’m lowk having my brain short circuit i ran out of ideas😭 im so sorry if it’s short)

CHILLIN’ ❄️

-> KENJI SATO X MODEL!READER

WARNING(s): NOT PROOFREAD

Keeping your relationship secret was kind of difficult. You were a model, a famous one, also known for modeling the Yomiuri Giants’ jerseys. And your boyfriend THE Ken Sato, a legend, a famous baseball player in Yomiuri Giants.

Both of you were known for your interactions, being caught by the public sometimes as you go out on dates, but still denying the accusations although it was true. He wanted to flex you to the whole world, but you’re afraid that making this relationship known public, would break it. Fans could be too much sometimes..

I hear my phone ring, snapping off from the overthinking. “Ken?” I call out after answering the call, “[Name]!” He says joyfully, happy that you responded to his call.

You smile, “What’s up?” asking as you felt a bit concerned. “Nothing, just wanted to go on a da—“ I sigh, hearing his words, cutting him off. “Kenji, you know we can’t go out in public anymore, these fans can see anything.”

Kenji laughs, “What if we have a date at my place?” I blink, right, how could we not think of this before? “Kenji, you’re a genius!” I say excitedly, hearing a victorious laugh from the other side of the phone.

“See ya tonight, baby. 6:00pm, wear something nice, it’s an indoor pool date.” He says, before ending the call. I blink, feeling surprised. Indoor pool date? Oh, it’s my time to shine.

As soon as you knocked on the door, you waited a few seconds before just deciding to open it.

It was quiet, you were only met by a dim lit room as you walk. “Kenji?” You call out, only hearing soft music playing from across the hallway.

You slowly walk over, turning a corner before seeing a glass door, you slide it open, greeted by a shirtless Kenji sitting at the pool. His eyes were close until he heard your footsteps.

You cross your arms smirking at him, and there he was with that reaction of his. He looked like he was star struck, seeing you in that pretty swimsuit of yours. “Gorgeous girl.” He chuckles, motioning you to come in.

You finally hop in the pool, listening to your favorite song that he played on his speaker. You place your head on his chest as you both relax in the water.

“This is all we need.” I sigh, closing my eyes. Kenji slowly puts a hand on my cheek, making me open my eyes rather quickly. His thumb brushes over my lip before he gives me a peck on the lips.

Soon, his kisses were everywhere on my face. Forehead, cheeks, lips, everywhere. You giggle as he plants kisses on your face, his free hand wrapping around your waist to pull you close.

“My pretty girl.” His compliment makes you blush, maybe it was his time to be flustered, too.

You wrap around your arms on his neck, both of your foreheads touching as he moves his hands to your waist, you both close your eyes, chuckling at the closeness.

“This is what I’ve always wanted, just you and me.” He sighs. After a few moments, you lean into his touch, resting your head on his chest as you watch the indoor pool, LED lights turning different colors slowly.

Some painted canvases on the wall for display. “Since when did you get to build an indoor pool?” I raise a brow at him. “You know me, what I want, I get.” He jokes, placing a hand on your head.

“It’s beautiful.” You say as you look around, “You’re more beautiful.” You look at him, feeling a bit flustered from his words. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

You roll your eyes at his cheesiness, splashing water on him. “Hey!” He whines, with you quickly hopping away in the water, “Oh, it’s on!” He says with a determined look.

Just you and him, that’s the best place to be in.

[captain-barnes-writes]

What is soft launch? (Carlos Sainz)

Part two

Summary: Max Verstappen’s ex girlfriend moves on with none other than Ferrari’s Carlos Sainz and they’ve managed to keep their relationship under wraps until now. | part three |

Type: insta au

Face claim: Cindy Kimberly

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x fem!reader x ex!Max Verstappen

Warning: fluff, salty max, romantic carlos hehe

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CarlosSainz55 best summer break yet 😉

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LandoNorris you included our golf date 😗

CarlosSainz55 date???

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DanielRicciardo and I wasn’t included in this date, why??? 🔪

LandoNorris we’re keeping it lowkey for now

Username my faves interacting 🥰

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YourUsername I miss summer break & you♥️

CarlosSainz55 I miss you more amor, see you soon.

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F1Wags Y/N was seen leaving Carlos Sainz home with not one, but two (!!) bouquets of flowers seemingly from the Spaniard. This comes after the two have been frequenting the same places recently. Y/N and Max Verstappen broke up more than 2 years ago and it’s the first time there’s been rumors of her being linked with anybody else since. In contrast, Max moved on to Kelly Piquet only a month after their breakup. Are we getting our favorite wag back? 🤔

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Username didn’t think we’d get Y/N as a wag again😍

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F1Wags Y/N and Carlos Sainz were spotted kissing and getting cozy only a day after she was photographed leaving his home. We’ve got our favorite girl back, but now in Ferrari 🔴

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Username she really can’t leave the f1 drivers alone can she?

Username can you blame her?

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Username not ashamed to say that’s my Ferrari girl!

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Username 2 years later & you regret it just now?

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MaxVerstappen1 This is so fucked up

LandoNorris she’s just moved on is all

MaxVerstappen1 but with Carlos out of all people?

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CarlosSainz55 One whole year with you mi princesa 👸 I’m happy to have spent this last year just us two without being under the microscope of the whole world and though things are now different, I’m glad I get to experience this life with you. I love you ❤️‍🔥

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YourUsername Happy one year to us mi amor. Grateful for you always💕

CarlosSainz55 mi princesa

CharlesLeclerc happy for you guys!

Charlottesiine you guys are so great together❤️

Yourbff thanks for always filling her home with flowers, you really make her the happiest 🥹

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YourUsername he’s still yours too Lando!

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YourUsername hard launching on our one year❤️‍🔥 Grateful for you. I adore how you always show your love for me, we really give each other our all everyday no matter where in the world we are. I’m glad I get to experience this life with you (and Piñon!) I love you mi amor 🥰🥰

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CarlosSainz55 I know what a soft and hard launch means now 😳 I love you mi princesa and so does piñon.

YourUsername with the amount of treats I give him he better love me 😶 te amo ♥️

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YourUsername I’ll never stand in the way 🫡

LandoNorris this is the hardest launch I’ve seen

CarlosSainz55 the smoothest 😈

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I couldn’t wait to get this part out. I’ve come to really enjoy making these ☺️ hope you guys enjoy

[cera-writes]

an idea: slow dancing w remy! (x reader ofc)

ma belle evangeline from princess and the frog came on my spotify shuffle earlier, and all i can think about is dancing with him with the song in the background 😭

love your fics btw!!🫶🫶

A/N: This idea makes me really, really soft 🥹 That's also one of my favorite Disney movies <3 Pairing: Remy LeBeau x gn!Reader Tags: slow dancing, Disney music, fluff, close proximity

Ma Belle Evangeline

The air was thick with the scent of magnolias and the distant hum of conversation as you found yourself standing at the edge of a bustling New Orleans courtyard. The night was alive with the sounds of jazz, and above, the Spanish moss swayed gently in the warm breeze. Your eyes caught sight of Remy LeBeau, Gambit, across the space, his gaze equally drawn to you. The band began to play "Ma Belle Evangeline," a song that always made you think of him, naturally.

Without a word, Remy approached, his eyes never leaving yours. He extended a hand, his touch electric as it met your skin. "Shall we dance, mon cher?" he murmured, his voice low and inviting.

You nodded, unable to speak, and let him lead you onto the makeshift dance floor. The world around you faded into the background as the music enveloped you both. Remy pulled you close, his hand firm on your waist, guiding you effortlessly through the steps. You could feel the rhythm of his heart against your chest, matching the beat of the song.

As the chorus swelled, Remy leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Tout le jour, je pense à toi," he whispered, his French accent thick and enticing. His words, a soft confession of thoughts throughout the day, sent shivers down your spine.

You looked up at him, your own feelings mirrored in his eyes. "And what do you think about, Remy?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled, a hint of mischief lighting up his face. "I think about how I wanna dance witchu under de stars every night," he replied, his voice smooth as silk.

The song continued, each note a testament to the growing connection between you. Remy's hand slid gently up your back, sending sparks of desire through you. You closed your eyes for a moment, lost in the sensation of his body pressed against yours, the world reduced to just the two of you and the music.

When you opened your eyes again, Remy was watching you, his expression tender. "You look beautiful tonight, mon cœur ," he said, his gaze sincere.

You blushed, ducking your head slightly. "Thank you," you murmured, your heart pounding in your chest.

The song reached its crescendo, the notes soaring into the night sky. Remy spun you lightly, then drew you back against him, his arms encircling you tightly. You felt safe, cherished, in his embrace.

As the final strains of the song faded away, Remy bowed low over your hand, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. "Until next time, ma belle," he whispered, his voice filled with promise.

You stood there, your hand still tingling from his touch, as he straightened and gave you one last, lingering look before turning to rejoin the crowd. The night seemed to hold its breath, waiting, as you stood there, lost in the afterglow of the dance and the secrets shared beneath the Spanish moss.

[woniedarlin]

When Love Knows No Distance: Yang Jungwon

pairing: Jungwon x fem! reader

synopsis: You always wanted to study abroad. Now, with a full scholarship to a university far away from home, your dream is becoming a reality. The opportunity is exciting, but it comes with a heart-wrenching cost: leaving behind Jungwon, your boyfriend of three years.

warnings: angst, fluff, suggestive (mdni), mention of cursing, LOTS AND LOTS OF CRYING 😭Let me know if there is more!

note: My gorgeous darlings!! I created this inspired by what's happening in my life. I’m not in a relationship YET, but instead, it’s about my childhood friends. It's still hard for me since I moved away from my hometown back then. Leaving my friends and not seeing them for a while makes me sad. Still, I'm always thankful for the times I get to see them.

permanent taglist: @sol3chu @chlorinecake @13tter

Caution: You might cry while reading this! Because who doesn’t when you have to leave Jungwon? Reading discretion is advised 🥹🥹

The room was dark, with a warm light from the bedside lamp. The air was thick with the bittersweet knowledge that this was your last night together for a while. Usually a place of laughter and light, Jungwon's room now seemed to echo with the silent ticking of the clock.

You lay together on his bed in each other’s embrace, both silently refusing to acknowledge that this was the last time you two would see each other for a while.

After several moments of silence, Jungwon pulled back slightly to lock eyes with you. His face displayed both love and concern. "Are you sure about this?" he whispered.

"What do you mean?" you asked, your heart sinking at the implication. You propped yourself up on one elbow, your free hand reaching out to gently caress his cheek.

His eyes looking at yours intently. His hand now resting gently on your thigh. “Studying abroad for the next four years… leaving me behind…” he said, the words hanging in the air. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

You felt a little hurt at what he said. You sat up slightly, pulling away just enough to look at him more clearly. "…You know that it has always been my dream. I have told you that ever since." Your voice was firm but soft.

Jungwon nodded. Of course, he knew. Your eyes always sparkled with excitement whenever you talked about it. But knowing and accepting were two different things.

“I know, I know it has,” he said, gently playing with your hair. “It’s just... I don’t know if I can handle being away from you for so long.”

"Me too… but we’ll call and update each other," you said, trying to reassure him. You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead before resting your head against his chest.

“Every single day?” Jungwon asked, putting on a small smile, an attempt to lighten up the atmosphere amid the emotional weight.

You nodded slightly, "Of course."

Jungwon’s smile widened a bit more. The fear and worry in his eyes were still there. “And you better come back to me, no matter what,” he added.

"I will," you promised, smiling. You reached up to cup his face, your thumb brushing gently across his cheek. "I promise."

“Good.” He pulled you in again, his arms wrapping around you like a security blanket. “I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t…,” he murmured into your hair, nuzzling his face against the side of your head.

You squinted your eyes playfully, "What will you do?" Pulling away again as you tilted your head slightly, trying to catch his gaze.

Jungwon let out a low, soft chuckle, “I’d probably just sit here like an idiot, missing you like crazy every single day.” He then moved a hand up to gently pinch your side, which made you squirm and let out a small giggle.

"Sit in your bed and stare at the wall for a long time," you added, trying to keep the mood light. You poked his side in return,

Jungwon rolled his eyes, “Don’t be like that. I’d do other things too, like stare longingly at your picture, pretending you’re here with me…” Then he paused in thought before adding, “And I’d also write you love letters. Long, sappy letters confessing how much I miss you.”

You scrunched your nose, "Cheesy." You laughed softly, the sound was soothing to the tension in the room.

Jungwon’s eyebrows furrowed, “Hey, don’t call it cheesy. It’s sincere, alright?” He continued to snuggle you, “You love it when I’m sappy.”

"I’m gonna miss you… like crazy. I’m used to being with you every single day," you said, inhaling his familiar baby powder scent. You will definitely miss his baby scent a lot.

Jungwon’s voice was soft yet full of yearning. “I’m going to miss you too. A lot. I still can’t believe you’re going away for the next four years…”

“It’s going to be strange… waking up every morning and not seeing you next to me. No more spontaneous trips to the park or late-night snacks when we’re up studying.” His words trailed off, and he bit his lower lip as if he were trying to hold back a wave of emotion. Then, he quietly added, his voice just above a whisper,

“No more random hugs and kisses…”

He pecked your lips before adding, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle not being with you every single day… I guess I’ve gotten too used to having you around.”

"Me too," you echoed, your voice softening with emotion. You reached up to run your fingers through his hair, your touch gentle and loving.

Jungwon’s embrace was almost bordering on clinging now. “I don’t want you to go. I want to lock you up and keep you here with me forever.” His words were spoken in jest, but a little truth to it—like his heart was spilling out through his lips. “But I want you to reach for your dreams.”

He pulled back slightly to look at you, “You’ll take care of yourself, okay? No pulling all-nighters and living on caffeine and instant ramen. And don’t forget to call me when you’re feeling stressed or just call me for updates.”

"Got it," you said, nodding. You pressed a reassuring kiss to his lips, a deep one for a moment before pulling away.

“I mean it—no skipping meals or pushing yourself too hard,” Jungwon said with a tinge of strictness now, but his voice remained soft. “You should always eat properly and get enough sleep. And if you’re having a tough time, call me anytime. I’ll stay up to talk to you no matter how late it is for me.”

"Same goes for you. Call me, alright?" you said, your tone firm yet affectionate.

Jungwon nodded immediately, “Of course, I’ll call you. I’ll probably call you like, 5 times a day.”

"Sure," you agreed with a smile, resting your forehead against his.

He chuckled softly, “You better answer all my calls.” He tried to sound jokingly stern, but the slight waver in his voice gave away just how much the parting was affecting him.

"Things will get difficult, and I know that being in a long-distance relationship will be even tougher. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes for us to stay strong," you said as you intertwined your fingers with his, holding his hand tightly.

A lump formed in Jungwon’s throat as he took in your words—the depth of your love mirrored his own. “Yeah, it’s not going to be easy. It’s going to suck, actually,” he admitted, his voice breaking slightly.

“But we’ll make it work. We’ve survived through ups and downs before, right?”

“We did,” you said, your voice steady but with emotion.

“We’ve got this… we’ll be fine…” He then raised his head to look directly into your eyes. “And I’ll be waiting for you. Every single day. No matter how long it takes.”

“Four years,” you muttered, the reality of the time frame sinking in. Your eyes welled up with tears, but you blinked them back, trying to stay strong for him.

Jungwon’s face almost crumpled at the thought of four years, but he tried to plaster a small, somewhat forced smile on his face. “Yeah, four years… it seems like a long time.”

“But it’ll go by so fast, you’ll see. And before you know it, you’ll be in my arms again.” He added.

“I love you… I don’t want to leave you,” you whispered, your voice trembling with fear and uncertainty. You clung to him, burying your face in his chest as if you could hide from the reality of your departure.

His heart clenched as your words sank in. “I love you too. More than anything.” He held you tighter, pressing his face against the side of yours, needing to be as close as possible to you.

“I don’t want you to leave either. But I wouldn’t dream of asking you to give up your dreams for me,” he murmured.

You pulled back slightly to look at him, your eyes searching his for any sign of doubt. “I’ll call you every day, alright?” you said, your voice firm despite the tears threatening to spill over.

Jungwon nodded, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “I don’t know how I’m going to survive if I can’t hear your voice every day…” he said softly, his voice so vulnerable.

“I will,” you promised, leaning in to kiss him gently. Your lips met his in a kiss, with all the love and longing you felt.

Jungwon returned your kiss, his lips meeting yours gently yet with desperation. It was as if he was trying to memorize the feel of your lips, trying to store it in his memory for the days, months, and years to come. You could feel the slight tremor in his hands as he cupped your face.

As the night grew darker, you both held each other tightly. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your little bubble.

Finally, as sleep began to calm you, you whispered one last time, “I love you, Jungwon.” Your voice was soft, almost a breathless sigh, but it carried all the weight of your emotions.

“I love you too… more than you’ll ever know….” He muttered, his voice thick with sleep and emotion. He pressed a final kiss to your forehead before resting his head against yours, his arms securely wrapped around you.

🩵

The airport was very busy, with people hurrying to their gates and announcements overhead. But for you and Jungwon, time felt like it was moving slowly as you stood at the departure gate.

Jungwon’s grip on your hand was almost too tight, his fingers interlocked with yours as if he was trying to anchor you to this spot—to him.

His face was full of emotions. There was love, worry, fear, and a clear reluctance to let you go. He’d be damned if he let you see the tears that were threatening to well up in his eyes, though, so he kept them at bay for now.

Despite his efforts to stay strong, his voice came out shakier than usual. “I don’t want you to go…”

He knew he sounded like a whining child, but at this moment, he didn’t care. All he wanted was for you to stay here, with him, where it was safe and warm and familiar. Where he could protect you and take care of you.

“I’m sorry…” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your own emotions. Reaching up, you gently cupped his cheek, trying to meet his eyes.

He couldn’t bring himself to look directly at you. The sight of your face was enough to break his heart further. Instead, he focused his gaze on a random spot on the floor, his jaw clenching.

“Don’t apologize…” he muttered, his voice just above a whisper. “You’re doing what you’ve always dreamed of doing. I’d be a selfish bastard if I got in the way of that…”

You felt a lump in your throat, your heart aching at the sight of his pain. “I know… but I’m going to miss you so much. Every single day.”

He finally lifted his head to look at you, his eyes filled with both love and pain. He tried to smile, but it came out more like a grimace. “Call me. Every day. Even as soon as you arrive.”

“Of course, my love.” You gave him a reassuring smile, though it felt wobbly. You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “I’ll call you every chance I get. We’ll make this work, Jungwon. I promise.”

He nodded in response, his fingers giving your hand one last squeeze. Just then, a boarding announcement echoed through the airport loudspeaker, signaling that your flight was about to depart.

When he heard the sound, Jungwon felt his heart tighten. “Your flight…”

You hugged him tightly, burying your face in his chest as tears began to spill over. “I love you,” you whispered, your voice cracking with emotion. Your hands clutched at his shirt as if you could hold onto him a little longer.

Jungwon’s arms encircled you like iron bands, pulling you tightly against him in a crushingly tight embrace. “I love you too…” he said quietly, his voice muffled against your hair. He stayed like that for a few more seconds, savoring your warmth, your scent, everything about you. Then, reluctantly, he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes again.

You kissed him for the last time, putting all your love and longing into that one moment. It was a bittersweet goodbye kiss that neither of you wanted to end.

Reluctantly, he broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to rest his forehead against yours. He was struggling now, the dam of emotions within him beginning to crack.

“See you in a while,” you said, closing your eyes before tilting back, unable to say the word ‘goodbye’ to him.

He desperately wanted to say ‘I don’t want to wait that long,’ but he forced those words back, knowing that it would only make this parting harder for both of you. Instead, he nodded. “Yeah… see you in a while…”

You took a deep breath, gave him one last look, and turned to walk away. Holding your luggage tightly, you forced your feet to move, each step feeling heavier than the last. Tears streamed down your face, but you didn’t look back.

You knew that if you looked back, you wouldn’t be able to leave him.

Jungwon forced himself to remain still as he watched the distance between you grow wider and wider. The tears that he’d been holding back were now streaming down his cheeks, hot and fast. He bit his lip to keep from calling out your name, to keep from begging you to come back.

He knew he couldn’t do that. You had a dream to pursue, and he loved you too much to stand in the way.

🩵

It’s been 3 years. 3 years without seeing each other.

And it was fucking painful.

You two have been staying strong for 3 years, despite the challenges. Jungwon kept his promise and called you 5 times every day and sent you love letters while you were at university. He also would listen to you all night when you were stressed, even though he was lacking sleep.

At this moment, Jungwon was propped up in bed, phone pressed to his ear as he listened to you talk about your day. It was nearing 2 a.m. and he had an early morning class the next day, but he didn’t care. He would stay up all night if it meant he could talk to you.

“And then, this girl I know… she said the most hilarious joke in the—” He cut you off with a stifled yawn, covering the receiver with his hand in an attempt to hide it.

“Love? You should go to sleep,” you said with concern, your voice soft but firm.

He quickly shook his head, even though you couldn’t see him. There was no way he was ending this call just yet. “No, I’m not tired. Keep talking, I’m listening…” He said, trying to sound as wide awake as possible. Sure, he was exhausted, but hearing your voice was well worth staying up for a bit longer.

“No. Go to sleep,” you repeated with a firmer tone. You appreciated his efforts, but you wouldn’t allow this.

He huffed a sigh, knowing there was no point in trying to convince you otherwise. Even though he wanted to keep talking to you all night, he knew better than to argue when you were in “concerned girlfriend mode.”

“Fine, fine… I’ll go to sleep…” He mumbled, exaggerating his tiredness just a bit to get some sympathy points.

“Hey, baby?”

“Yeah?” you asked.

A small smile appeared on his lips. Hearing your voice, even just through the phone, was very soothing to his weary soul. “I miss you… can we video chat for a bit? Just to say goodnight?”

“Of course,” you replied, pressing the video call button without hesitation.

Jungwon smiled as your face appeared on his screen. The familiar sight of your features, even through the pixelated screen, instantly lifted his spirits. He adjusted his position in the bed, getting more comfortable as he held the phone out so that you could see him as well.

“Hey, beautiful…” He greeted you with a tired but affectionate smile.

“Hi, baby…” you said with a soft smile, feeling butterflies from just seeing his face. You reached out to touch the screen as if you could touch his face.

“Goodness...I’ve missed seeing your face.” He said quietly. He wished he could reach through the screen and touch you.

“We video call each other every day,” you said, your eyes twinkling with both amusement and sadness.

He chuckled at your words, knowing you were right. “I know, I know… and it’s the highlight of my day, don’t get me wrong. But it’s just not the same as seeing you in person. I miss being able to hold you tight and kiss you.”

Your heart ached at his words, and you nodded. “I miss it too. So much. But we’re getting through this, right? Just one more year… and then I’ll be back in your arms again.”

He took a deep breath and changed the subject, not wanting to dwell on the longing right now. Instead, he decided to tease you a bit. “But I won’t lie… the sound of your voice every night before I go to bed is pretty damn great. Even if you are the reason I fail my classes from lack of sleep.”

You widened your eyes and felt bad. “Wait, seriously baby?” you asked, leaning closer to the screen as if you could reach out and shake some sense into him.

He nodded with an exaggerated serious expression, “Yes, seriously. You keep me up all night, and you expect me to be awake and alert in class the next day? It’s a recipe for disaster, I’m telling you.”

He said, shaking his head but the corners of his mouth twitched, threatening to break into a smile.

“Oh no…” you said with a concerned look. “I’m so sorry…”

He couldn’t hold back his smile anymore, his face softening as he noticed your concerned one. He quickly reassured you, not wanting you to worry. “Hey, hey, hey… I’m just kidding, baby. I’m not flunking my classes, don’t worry.”

He gave a grin, trying to lighten the mood a bit. Then, he added with a softer tone: “Though I do have a hard time focusing in class most of the time. I can’t seem to get a certain someone out of my mind…”

You furrowed your eyebrows playfully. “Who’s the girl?” you asked, pretending to be jealous.

He feigned an air of nonchalance, a playful smile on his face. “Oh, just this gorgeous, smart, amazing girl… she’s from overseas… and she’s the only thing that’s on my mind pretty much every single second of the day…”

He added, “But… there’s one small problem… she’s thousands of miles away, studying in a faraway country…”

He paused for a moment, looking at you through the screen, before continuing in a whisper: “Without me….”

“Just one more year, baby, and… I’ll come back in your arms again,” you said, your voice full of determination and love.

Only one more year. He could do that. One more year, and then you’d be back in his arms again. “I know, baby… I’m just being a whiny brat, you know that.”

“But one more year is such a long time… I need my daily dose of you to survive…” he pouted.

You smiled gently, reaching out to touch the screen again. “Just do what we do… call… give updates. We’ll get through this together. We’ve come this far, haven’t we?”

He nodded in agreement, a small smile playing on his lips. Calling each other, sending updates, receiving those adorable selfies from you that he was so hopelessly fond of—these were the threads keeping him from falling apart these past few years.

“Yeah… I’ve been trying to keep myself busy, you know. Classes, rugby, hanging out with friends…” He shrugged, then continued with a wry smile, “But I can’t lie, baby… it’s not the same without you here… nothing really is…”

He closed his eyes for a moment. The longing for you was a constant ache in his heart, a permanent state of being he couldn’t escape. He looked back at the screen, his eyes filled with yearning. “You’ve no idea how much I miss you… every single day… everywhere I go, I see something that reminds me of you.”

He paused again, his mind filling with memories of every little thing that reminded him of you. The tiny café where you two used to meet, the park where you had your first date, the small restaurant where he had taken you to celebrate the first anniversary of your relationship.

“I look around and all I see is just…” He faltered, the words getting stuck in his throat as he struggled to express his feelings. He shook his head, a bitter smile on his face as he finally managed to say, “Just empty spaces… spaces that are too empty without you in them.”

You sighed softly, feeling the weight of his words. "I know, baby. I feel it too. It's like there's a part of me missing."

The weight of his loneliness felt especially heavy tonight, and he couldn’t quite keep it out of his voice as he continued, his tone slightly strained. “I know I’m being pathetic… I just… I don’t know… I guess I’m just feeling a bit extra lonely tonight. It’s been a long day, and… and I just wish you were here, you know? Just so I could hold you in my arms and…”

He trailed off, sighing softly as he tried to rein in his emotions. “Hey, baby? Do you want kids?”

“Why the sudden question?” you asked, tilting your head curiously.

He shrugged, “Oh, it’s nothing, really. I just saw these bunch of little kids playing in the park today… and I don’t know, it just got me thinking…” He trailed off, a small smile playing on his lips as he added in a murmur, “I bet our kids would be adorable…”

You smiled softly, feeling flutters as you replied, “I bet so too…”

He smiled wider at your words, the image of a future with you so clear in his mind. “Yeah… I can already imagine it… your eyes, my nose. A perfect combination.”

He let out a small laugh, imagining the little life you would create together. Then, his smile grew fonder as he added quietly,

“We should make a baby when you come back…”

Your eyes widened in surprise, and you felt your cheeks flush a deep red. Your heart raced at the unexpected comment. “Now now, we aren’t even married yet.”

Jungwon’s eyes twinkled with playful mischief as he chuckled. “I know, I know… but we’ve been together for six years, baby. We’re practically already an old married couple by now, don’t you think?”

He teased, then added with a serious but playful tone, “And I’m just planning ahead, that’s all. We gotta start early, you know. Kids take nine months to make.”

You blinked, trying to process his words. Your heart fluttered at the thought of building a future with him, but the suddenness of his proposal left you momentarily speechless. “Are you… are you serious about this?”

Jungwon’s expression softened, and he nodded, his gaze earnest. “Yes, I’m serious. I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. I can’t wait for the day when we can finally be together and start a family.”

“We’ll get married first,” you said firmly, your cheeks still warm from his earlier words.

He nodded easily, his smile growing soft as he agreed to your condition. “Okay, okay. You have a deal then, baby. We’ll get married first. And we’ll have the biggest, most extravagant wedding you’ve always dreamed of. With hundreds of guests and the most expensive food.”

He chuckled again, then added as an afterthought, “And I’ll get you the biggest, prettiest ring as well. Nothing but the best for my bride.”

You giggled, feeling grateful to have him in your life. “Well, enough about weddings and kids. You should go to sleep, I just heard you yawn.”

He rolled his eyes, but a small smile still tugged at his lips at your insistence. He knew you were right, that he should be sleeping instead of staying up talking to you. But he just couldn’t bring himself to end the call.

“I’m fine, baby, really. I’m not even that tired.” He lied, knowing full well his yawn betrayed his words. He let out a small sigh, running a hand through his hair as he added, “But fine, if you say so. I’ll go to bed…”

“I love you.” You puckered your lips on the screen. “Mwah.”

Jungwon chuckled, his face softening a bit more at your words and gesture. A small pang of longing tugged at his heart as he looked at your lips on the screen, wishing he could kiss you right now.

“I love you too, baby…” He mumbled, his gaze never straying from your face as he made a show of pouting his lips and kissing the screen in return. ‘’Mwah.’’

You smiled and ended the call, letting out a sigh as you stared at the dark screen. The distance was hard, but you knew that your love was worth every moment of waiting.

Jungwon smiled slightly as the call disconnected. But as the screen turned black, the familiar feeling of longing came over him once more. He missed you so much. He wanted to see your face, hear your voice. And he hated that he had to endure another year of separation.

“Good night, baby…” He whispered into the empty room, his voice tinged with sadness. “Sweet dreams.”

🩵

It had been a while. The time had been a rollercoaster—both stressful and exciting. University had consumed much of your time with its demands, yet the anticipation of seeing Jungwon kept you energized. You both eagerly awaited the day when you would finally be reunited after so many months apart.

Jungwon had been counting down the days. He didn’t know a year could feel both excruciatingly long and breathtakingly short at the same time.

Each day felt like a lifetime, yet every week seemed to fly by faster than the previous one. But the call of your imminent return kept him going. Even when times got tough, he just had to remember the countdown: just a few more days... A few more weeks... And you’d be back.

The day before you were scheduled to fly back, Jungwon was still in a state of eagerness. His heart was filled with both excitement and nervous energy. All he could think about was seeing you again, holding you in his arms after a year of separation. He just couldn’t wait.

He'd be waiting at the airport tomorrow, early in the morning, to welcome you back. He'd already planned it out: he’d pick you up, bring you back to his apartment, and then…

He let out a shy laugh, thinking about it, he could hardly concentrate on anything else. He'd spent the whole day feeling like a walking bundle of nerves, unable to focus on his classes or his rugby practice. He was just anxious to see you again.

Finally, as the sun set and the day came to an end, he was lying in bed, his phone in his hand as he waited for your usual nightly call. He hoped you’d have time to call, despite the hectic traveling.

He checked the time on his phone: it was almost 9 PM. You’d usually call by now… Had your flight been delayed?

He let out a small sigh, trying to suppress the disappointment and worry that was beginning to set in. He knew he should just wait patiently, that you’d probably call soon. But the thought of another night without hearing your voice felt torturous.

Suddenly, a knock echoed through the apartment.

Jungwon lifted his head off his pillow, frowning slightly at the unexpected sound. Who would be knocking on his door at this hour?

He slowly got up from the bed, walking towards the door with both confusion and curiosity. He had expected to find a package or flyer at most. Instead, he pulled open the door to find…

You…standing right in front of him with you holding a luggage.

For a moment, he stood rooted in place, his brain struggling to process what he was seeing. Was he hallucinating? Was he dreaming? Because there’s no way you were here, in front of him, right now…

But the sight of your familiar face, your beautiful smile, and the luggage at your side slowly convinced him that this was not a dream. It was real. You were really here.

He couldn’t help it. The next thing he knew, he was taking a step forward and pulling you into his arms. Tears welled up in his eyes almost immediately.

“Hi baby,” you said, your voice trembling as you cried in his embrace.

Hearing your voice again, so close and real, broke the dam he had been holding back for the past year. The separation, the endless nights of missing you, the overwhelming longing—all of it came rushing out at once. He buried his face in your shoulder, his body shaking with sobs.

“I missed you so much,” he choked out between sobs. “So, so much.”

You held him tightly, your tears mingling with his. “I missed you too, Jungwon. Every single day.”

He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his hands cupping your face as if to ensure you were there. “I can’t believe you’re here,” he whispered, his voice full of wonder and relief.

You nodded, your smile bright despite the tears. “I’m home, Jungwon. I’m finally home.”

He kissed you then, a desperate kiss that spoke of all the days, weeks, months and years you had been apart. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you at that moment, reunited at last.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes were red but filled with a joy that had been absent for far too long. “Let’s get you inside,” he said softly, his voice full of tenderness. “I have so much to tell you, and I want to hear everything about your journey.”

🩵

You two were in the living room, sitting on his lap as you talked and talked. But then you cried again, and before you knew it, both of you were crying hard.

He let out a choked laugh as you tried to wipe away his tears. “I’m… I’m sorry… I can’t… stop…” he managed to get out between hiccups and sniffles.

Your tears flowed even harder, soaking into his shirt as you clung to him.

A fresh wave of guilt rushed over him. He knew he wasn’t the only one who had suffered from the separation. He wasn’t the only one who had missed each other this past year. He wasn’t alone in this.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “I know it was just as hard for you. I wish I could’ve been there more, done more…”

You shook your head, pressing a finger to his lips to stop him. “You did everything, Jungwon. You called, you wrote, you listened… you kept me going.”

He cupped your face, his thumbs gently brushing away your tears. “And you kept me going. Every day, every call, every letter… it was all for you.”

You kissed him then, a kiss full of all the love and longing that had built up over the year apart. When you pulled back, you rested your forehead against his, your breaths mingling as you both tried to calm down.

“We’re together now,” you whispered, your voice steady despite the tears. “And that’s all that matters.”

He nodded, his arms tightening around you. “Yes, we’re together. And I’m never letting you go again.”

You two kissed again, and before you knew it, he lifted you effortlessly. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he continued to kiss you deeply.

Without breaking the kiss, he carried you to his room…

🩵

Things slowly settled back into a sense of normalcy for the two of you. You had both started jobs in your respective fields, finally earning enough to live fairly comfortably.

And with the stability of secure jobs, the two of you finally found yourselves with more free time to spend together. Gone were the years of all-nighters and endless classes, replaced instead by lazy days off, dates at various places, and of course, plenty of time for more… intimate moments.

As you were busy organizing some paperwork on the dining table, a knock on the door interrupted your concentration. You opened it to find a familiar face from the neighborhood.

“Delivery for Mrs. Yang,” the person said with a smile.

“Thank you,” you replied with a warm smile, accepting the package before closing the door and placing it on the table.

Just then, a tiny voice came from behind you.

“Mommy? What is that?”

You turned to see your daughter, Hana, rubbing her sleepy eyes as she stood in her little pajamas. The sight of her, so small and adorable, made your heart swell with love.

“Oh Hana, my baby. This is just a package,” you said softly, kneeling to her level. You reached out and gently tousled her morning hair.

“Okay, mommy. I just woke up. I tried to wake up daddy in your room, but he won’t budge,” she said with a tinge of frustration, rubbing her eyes again.

You smiled at her concern, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “It’s alright, baby. I’ll handle it. Go sit on the chair and wait for us. I already made some breakfast.”

With a loving touch, you smoothed her hair and added, “Mommy will go upstairs and wake up daddy now.”

Hana nodded and shuffled off to the dining table, her little feet pattering across the floor. You then headed upstairs.

As you entered the bedroom, you saw Jungwon, still huddled under the covers, his face buried in his pillow. He looked completely unfazed by Hana’s earlier attempts to wake him.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him sleeping so peacefully, the sheets tangled around him, his hair messy from sleep.

Quietly, you walked over to the bed and sat down gently on the edge, trying your best not to disturb him. You reached out and brushed a loose strand of hair off his forehead, the touch ever so subtle and light. “My love, wake up,” you said softly.

Jungwon stirred slightly at the sound of your voice, his face still mostly buried in the pillow. He blinked a few times, slowly adjusting to the morning light filtering through the curtains.

“Mm… five more minutes…” he mumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow.

“No. Hana already tried to wake you up. It’s time to get up now,” you said, both firmness with gentleness.

Jungwon let out a low groan, clearly displeased at the interruption. But when you mentioned Hana, he sighed and slowly lifted his head, finally meeting your gaze.

“Okay, okay… I’m up…” He sat up, scratching his head and trying to shake off the last remnants of sleep.

“Good morning…” you said softly, smiling at his adorably groggy face.

He squinted at you, still struggling to wake up fully. After a moment, he managed a small, half-lidded smile and reached out to pull you closer, resting his head on your shoulder.

You couldn’t help but tease him gently. “How come you still smell like baby powder?”

Jungwon chuckled, burying his face in your neck. “I wouldn’t be surprised if I still smell like it. You know Hana loves rubbing her face against me.”

“No, even before we had Hana. You don’t wear perfume, but I swear you have that baby powder scent,” you pointed out.

He looked up at you, thoughtful for a moment before shrugging with a playful grin. “Well, maybe I’ve always had the baby powder scent. Or maybe it’s just my natural scent.”

He brushed a few strands of hair from your face, adding, “Either way, you’re the only one who notices it, baby.”

“How come I have a cute husband and a cute daughter? I’m blessed with cuteness,” you cooed at him, unable to contain your affection.

Jungwon chuckled again, clearly pleased with your praise. He ran his fingers through your hair and said, “Well, what can I say? We just happen to be the cutest little family in town.”

You were so overwhelmed with his cuteness that you couldn’t resist pecking him on the lips. He looked at you, a playful glint in his eyes, and said, “Are you trying to turn a simple morning wake-up into a makeout session?”

“No. Hana is waiting for us downstairs. I need breakfast, she needs breakfast, and you need breakfast,” you replied with a touch of firmness.

Jungwon pouted slightly and sighed dramatically, “Ugh, fine, fine… no making out then. Responsibilities and breakfast first.”

Reluctantly, he released you and pushed the covers off his legs, getting out of bed with an exaggerated sigh.

“We can make out later when we’re alone,” you said with a playful wink.

Jungwon gave you a lazy grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Oh, I’ll hold you to that promise later, babe. You can bet on it.”

You grinned back at him, reaching out to take his hand. “Come on, let’s go downstairs.”

He followed you downstairs, still looking slightly sleepy but now with a spark of anticipation in his eyes. As you both entered the kitchen, you found Hana at the dining table, her small feet swinging back and forth as she waited eagerly for breakfast.

Seeing her parents, Hana’s face lit up with a radiant smile. “Daddy! Mommy!”

Jungwon’s tiredness faded instantly at the sight of his daughter’s cheerful face. He walked over, bending down to kiss Hana’s head. “Morning, munchkin. Sorry, I overslept this morning.”

Hana puffed out her cheeks in annoyance, though her love for him was evident. “You always oversleep, daddy! Why do you always sleep so much?”

Jungwon chuckled, pulling her into a one-armed hug as he sat beside her. “Blame your mother. She’s so beautiful, she keeps me up all night.”

“Yang Jungwon!” You scolded playfully.

“Hey, I’m just speaking the truth!” he protested with a grin. “It’s not my fault I have a gorgeous wife who keeps me awake.”

You shot him a mock scowl before turning your attention to Hana. You placed a plate of food in front of her, your expression softening. “Here you go, baby. Mommy made all of this for you.”

Hana’s eyes widened in delight at the sight of the food. “Yay, food! Thank you, mommy!” She immediately grabbed her utensils and began eating with gusto.

Jungwon watched this adorable scene with a smile, then turned to you with a grin. “I swear, she’s becoming more like you every day.”

You tilted your head in curiosity. “Like what?”

Jungwon chuckled, pointing his fork at you. “For starters, she’s got your stubborn streak. She always knows what she wants, just like you. And look at her dive into her food—just like you do.”

“And that’s a good thing,” you added, smiling at the comparison.

He nodded, his gaze softening as he looked at you. “Absolutely. She’s got all the best qualities from her mom.”

Jungwon laughed softly, watching Hana continue her breakfast. “But I have to wonder what other traits she’ll pick up from you as she grows older. I’m a bit scared, honestly.”

“Why’s that?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He shrugged a hint of playful sarcasm in his voice. “Oh, just thinking about the future. I’m bracing myself for the teenage years when she’ll probably give us a hard time. Not to mention, as she gets older, she might develop your sass and attitude.”

“You’ll just have to handle it,” you said with a smirk.

Jungwon laughed, his eyes twinkling with humor. “Oh, I’m prepared for all the sass and attitude. But she’s already a little handful now, and she’s just a kid.”

He added with a sly grin, “Or maybe she’ll take after me and be the angel who balances out your sass.”

“You? An angel?” you teased.

Jungwon feigned offense, his eyes wide. “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean? I can be an angel too, you know.”

He flashed a cheeky grin, his eyes sparkling. “But let’s be real—I’m practically a saint. I always give in to your requests.”

You rolled your eyes and served food onto his plate. “How about you stop yapping and start eating?”

He chuckled at your playful demand but complied, picking up his utensils and starting on his meal. “Alright, alright. I’ll zip it and eat… but only because you told me to, babe.”

He continued eating, occasionally glancing at you with a soft smile. You always knew how to get him under control. “Thank you for the meal.”

“Alright, after breakfast, we’ll drop Hana off at school and then we can enjoy a little free time,” you said, planning the rest of the morning.

Jungwon nodded, swallowing a mouthful of food. “Sounds like a plan. Drop Hana off and then some time for us. I’m looking forward to it.”

He looked over at Hana, who was still happily eating her breakfast. “Hey, munchkin, finish up. It’s almost time to go to school.”

Hana nodded enthusiastically, her mouth full of food. “Okay, okay, I’m almost done, Daddy!”

Jungwon chuckled and patted her head affectionately before focusing back on his breakfast. The three of you enjoyed the meal together, the morning filled with warmth and love.

Long-distance relationships are tougher than you’d expect. But with Jungwon, every challenge made your time together even more precious.

[babyleostuff]

it's been... a week 😭

this is my first time actually sending any request to anyone- thank you for all of your amazing work and for bringing joy to the community 🫶 !

could i request little drabble of a few members (of your choice!) and different ways they'd comfort their bestfriend (or s/o)?

thank u sm for your consideration, the soft hours are hitting 🥹🥹🥹

i'm so happy you enjoy my work, and i'm more than happy to write some comfort drabbles for you 🫶

svt comforting their s/o

➼ includes: seungcheol, jeonghan, jihoon, seokmin, chan

seungcheol

the cold wind brushed your hair away from your face, as you wrapped the blanket more securely around your body. “here, take this one too,” seungcheol said, as he came up from behind carrying a third blanket. if it was up to him, he’d most likely bundle you up in ten of them. 

“honey, i’ve already got two, i promise i’m not cold anymore,” he pouted at your words, kissing the top of your head. “just want you to be comfortable.” you pulled one of your arms out of your blanket burrito, making grabby hands at him. if not, seungcheol would probably keep running between the kitchen, your bedroom, and the balcony where you were sitting to make sure that you had everything you needed. 

“do you want to talk about it?” he asked, wrapping the third blanket around himself and you, pulling your body securely to his side.

with one arm around your shoulders, and the other holding your hand under the blanket, he placed gentle kisses on your cheek, nudging it with his nose. 

you just shook your head, and scooted closer to him, enjoying the warmth coming from his body. or was it just those three blankets?

jeonghan

“pink or purple?” jeonghan raised up two ribbons in your favourite colours. you thought for a second, before grabbing the purple one. “at the last concert you had pink hair pins, now let's do something with purple.” you sat more comfortably on the sofa, tilting jeonghan’s head as he sat between your legs, so you had better access to his hair. 

when you came home looking like you were about to cry, jeonghan knew exactly what he should do to put a smile back on your face again. he quickly pecked you cheek, before telling you to sit on the couch, and disappearing in your bedroom, just to reappear a few seconds later with your bag of hair accessories that you sometimes used on him too. 

“tell me if i pull too hard,” you said, running your fingers through his hair. “you never pull too hard, ” jeonghan said gently, matching the quietness of your apartment.

“i’m not sure if i’ve told you this before, but i love it when you play with my hair,” you giggled, remembering all of the times he made sure you knew just how much he liked getting his hair done by you.

jihoon

“come here,” jihoon scooted to the outer side of his piano stool and patted the space, making room for you. he stopped playing some time ago, his fingers lingering on the keys, probably having a hard time figuring the next note for the song. you were too deep into your thoughts to notice that though, your body present, but mind not so much. 

to say that this had been a hard week would be an understatement, and so you ran away to one of the few places you knew you’d find some comfort - the universe factory. the second you stepped through the door, jihoon pulled a blanket around your shoulders, ushering you to the sofa. he didn’t ask what had happened - he knew that if you wanted to talk about it you would, so he just settled for sitting by the piano, giving you some space he knew you needed. 

“hm?” you raised your head from that one spot you had been looking at the whole time. “come here,” jihoon repeated. “i don’t want to distract you,” you said, not noticing that he had been distracted for a very long time now. how could he focus on anything when he knew you were sad and there was nothing he could do about it? “just… come here, please,” he pleaded. 

you wrapped the blanket tighter around yourself, and took the place next to jihoon. he put his hand on your cheek, guiding your head to his shoulder, so you could rest there, as one of your arms found its way around his waist, pressing your body closer to his. his fingers glided gently over the piano keys. 

“hug or don’t wanna cry?” “hug,” you whispered. 

seokmin

“popcorn?” check.

“drinks?” check.

“wearing comfy clothes?” check 

earlier that day, when you came home teary eyed, seokmin swore his heart broke a little seeing you so upset, and he promised himself he’d do everything in his power to cheer you up a bit. and what could be better than a movie night?

you get to eat all of the yummy food, and he gets to cuddle you. a win-win situation. 

“baby, can you just bring a hoodie for me?” you asked. “i think it’s getting a bit chilly.” your boyfriend nodded, and quickly disappeared in the hallway leading to your bedroom. you made yourself comfortable on the couch, amongst the pillows and blankets that seokmin place there. “it’ll be more cosy, then,” he insisted. 

“here you go, love,” he said, handing you the hoodie. and not just any hoodie - it was the one seokmin would always leave behind when he was away for work, or overseas for concerts.

you smiled up at him, and pulled it over your head, getting welcomed by the familiar warmth and smell of his cologne.

chan

you knew baking with chan would be a very bad idea, but it seemed so perfect when he proposed to make your favourite chocolate cake two hours ago - now your kitchen was covered in flour and cocoa. 

“do you think i’ve added the right amount, baby?” chan asked, clearly confused by the recipe. “i think we stopped adding the right amount of stuff like an hour ago,” you shrugged, looking over his shoulder into the bowl.

you had a shitty day that day, and it didn’t help that you were supposed to meet with your boyfriend for a date you had planned a long time ago, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to come. so, instead chan showed up at your doorstep with a bunch of ingredients, and your favourite hoodie of his. 

was your boyfriend a bad cook? yes. was he an even worse baker? definitely - but that didn’t stop you from trying. and it definitely took your mind off of your bad day. 

“wait, you’ve got butter on your nose channie,” you held his jaw gently between your fingers, cleaning the mess on his face, his eyes staying on you for the whole time.

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