#we have to stop giving this man awards for losing

[judesstfrancis]

nobody asked and this is reactionary to national broadcasters being so fucking annoying but I simply think it's insane to call c.md the greatest player in the league. like is sidney crosby dead.

[cherry-pop-elf]

Warming Up The New Client

Fred Weasley x Reader

Sum: Was another one of those little bets you and Fred did. You lost, but you are kinda the biggest winner between the two of you. Especially when one of the Weasley’s business partners come in to discuss important things. Let’s see if he can keep his head straight

Warnings: 18+, cock warming, blow jobs, semi public, kinda cracky because not everything needs to be a porno you gotta laugh, accidental choking, worried boyfriend because whoops this has become a sitcom, after care. Lowkey tho any fic you’ll read from me will have it, unless stated otherwise. HEALTHY AND REALISTIC SEX

“MR WEATHERBIRD! What are you doing here?!” Fred would panic, as he would force his chair to push into the desk. Was followed by a thump, as your body hit the back of the desk. Hardly any space for you, and his legs, in the confined space.

Why were you under his desk, and between his legs? Well you lost a bet. Was a harmless one. Just those lazy Mondays, at the shop, where you both needed something to help stimulate the day. A bet where it didn’t matter who won or loss, because there weren’t really any losers when the fun is the game.

Your prize for losing was to give the winner a blow job. Nothing too crazy. That is until unaware company arrived. That being a man that the Weasley twins were meant to do business with. Seems like George must have missed the man. Well, he arrived via fire place. George wouldn’t have seen him arrive, unless in the office with you two.

“Is now a bad time, Mr. Weasley? I figured Mondays would work best for you. Tis a joke shop, after all. The slowest day of the week, as your largest income bracket is through the school children. A Monday morning felt the most reliable to arrive.” Damn his logic, that was what Fred thought. He had a point.

“No no! It’s fine, you are right. Just surprise, that’s all. Take a seat. Let’s talk!” He would grin his award winning smile, as you remained stuck in your hiding place. Left with a choice to make. Stop what you are doing, or see how far you could push the button. Well, you married a Weasley. What’s a little bit of risk?

“Wonderful. We have much to discuss.” Boy was this going to be boring. You knew it, Fred knew it, but hey. You are certainly going to make it more enjoyable. Or worse. Either way, it’s gonna be fun.

As the older gentlemen began his garble, you were busy with your own garbling. Letting his cock press into your cheek, as you tried to find a way to move your head. You didn’t want to just keep thumping your head on the wood. That’s not fun at all.

You were shifting your head all over the place, as you tried to get comfortable. Made for your boyfriend to struggle with paying attention to the boring work jargon his business partner was making. Was certainly difficult to make sure he looked like he was listening, and not currently getting sucked off. Certainly difficult indeed, when those freckled cheeks of his were rosey.

“You seem a bit warm, Mr. Weasley. Are you feeling well?” The older gentlemen would ask Fred. Ever the charismatic man he was, he was oh so quick to think on the fly. Lie out of every situation. Such a charming gift to have.

“Fever fudge. You know how my brother and I are. We always self test our products. That way if anyone gets hurt, it’s us. We only ever field test with mostly our siblings. We know how they would react to what we make, but not to strangers. No. We don’t act like it, but we try and keep things safe.” That seemed to win over Mr. Weatherbird. Charmed the man as much as he could charm a gaggle of girls in a quidditch stand.

The devil on your shoulder was going to be the death of you, and him, with what it was whispering to you. Wanting to try and make his facade crack somehow. Just a little bit. Enough to make him sweat under the pressure. Just a little bit. You don’t want to actually put him at risk of anything, but gambling is gambling. Win big, or die trying.

As you finally managed to force Fred’s chair back, you could properly move your head. Made him need to sit awkwardly, to not make it appear that he was pushed back. Didn’t want the man to get suspicious. Seems he wasn’t, as he was busy with papers. Gave Fred time to look down, and see your devious face. Stuffed with his cock. Was so arrousing, you could feel his cock twitch on your tongue. With fresh flavor for you to enjoy.

He would shoot you a glare, only for the man to look back up. Forced him to meet the clients eyes, as to try and act as chill as possible. Never did he think he would want to do paper work right now. Anything to not just cum down your throat. George was the moaner, not him. But you were seeing if they were identical in a few other ways.

That was until Mr. Weatherbird started to lean over the desk. Just trying to be polite, and show him something on the papers. Had Fred quickly slam himself back under the desk. Forced you to take his cock all the way down your throat, and gag on it. Had you cross eyed, and trying so damn hard to not gurgle on it. Guess you weren’t quite enough.

“What was that noise-?” “What noise?” “Sounded like someone was choking….” Fred, ever quick, was able to come up with the perfect lie. A lie melted in truth, to keep the seal on the little secret at hand closed.

“We have a product here called puking pasties. A pastry used to help kids throw up. For one reason or another. Not to mention we have many things that stink so bad you wish to obliviate yourself from the memory. Just kids being kids. George has it under control.” He would brush off the worry, as you tried to find your ability to breathe again.

Was rather difficult, as you were now trapped entirely under the desk this time. How your head was pressed against the desk, and held no way to move your head. Just gagging around his cock, with drool soaking all over your clothes.

The more you tried to steady yourself, the more his cock twitched in your mouth. Feeling your tongue trying to adjust itself. How your throat kept clenching and your lips desperate to move.

Before you could make any other noises, he was quick to wave his wand. Had his gramophone kick to life, and play that loud swing music those twins loved. Nothing like some big band to liven up the scene. Along with hide more of your gagging, and sputtering, in the hopes to finish this meeting.

“That’s better. Now, as we were saying-“ The droning was starting to get to him. All his mind could think about you was choking on his cock. Had him aroused, but also very worried he was hurting you. It’s not hot if it’s not consented on. Was an accident, yes, but he loves you and wants you safe. He had to figure out how to get you out of there, before things get worse.

“Say uh. Mr. Weatherbird, um-“ Wow was it getting harder to talk. Wasn’t helping that you were still scrambling. Your hands reaching into his lap, to try and push him back some. When trying to reach the front of his chair, you got a full grab of your favorite stress toy instead. Had his eyes go cross, for a moment, as he had to bite his lip. Trying so hard, but he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Oh, I know it’s alot. You are so new to this world of business. I respect it. You two are stars, I can see it. I’ll do my best to help guide you both. You two are already doing so wonderful. Truly business savvy. Your parents must be so proud. Here, I’ll leave these papers for you and your twin to discuss over. Just send an Owl if you have any questions.” He gave a tip of his hat to Fred, as Fred himself did his best to give a flustered nod.

Mr. Weatherbird would give a wave goodbye, and vanished through the fireplace. As soon as he did, Fred pushed himself back. Made for a rather pornographic sight, and sound, as he popped his cock out of your mouth.

You were just covered in your own drool. Face more flustered than his own, with your lips swollen from being stretched for so long. How you were panting hard from the stress of the scene. It was all too much. You were just so perfect in his view. He just had to add to it.

He barely had time to close your eyes, as he leaned back. His cock just spilling his cum all across your face. Across your drool stained chest. You were just covered in so much. You were surprised he even had so much in him. Guess this was some life or death edging, so to speak.

With your breath caught, it was his turn to pant. Just leaning back in his office chair. His body slack, as he was seeing stars. That release was so needed, and so intense. He swore he pulled his back out from it.

“That could have gone better…Or worse. Depends on if we look at this from a positive view or not.” You would joke, as he gave a dry laugh. Happy to know you were ok. You knew he was worried, you could just tell. There was something sweet about it. That even with such heat of the moment he was looking out for you.

You would let him collect himself, as a cleaning charm solved all your problems. You also were polite to help out his dick away for him. After care goes both ways, after all. When he would come back to reality he would take care of you. You knew that. Until then, you’ll make sure he is cared for to.

Once he had his time to no longer sweat himself a new pool, he would pull you into his lap. Just cuddling you. A means of apology, without saying it. You knew he was trying to not have you humiliated. It wasn’t intentional in any way. The way you would play with his hair conveyed it. Both of you using your own silent little love language.

“So….Whens your next meeting?” The fact you asked that made his head spin. You wanted to do that again? That risk? The choking? The fear? The adrenaline? The insanity of it all?

“…….Thursday, after lunch….” He’s a Weasley. They were all adrenaline junkies. That’s just one of the many things that made you love him. Love him, kiss him, and bump your noses together. His adorable bird nose, with yours.

“You are such a minx, and I LOVE it.”

[shanastoryteller]

Happy birthday!!!! More FMA!

He’s fucking tired.

In Xerxes, he’s Van Edris. In Xerxes, he’s the son of a former slave, having narrowly escaped being born into his father’s fate by virtue of him being awarded freedom by the time of his birth. In Xerxes, he’s an uncommon commodity, an alchemist with a skill that hasn’t been seen since his father fucked off to who knows where.

In Amestris, he’s Edward Elric. In Amestris, he’s the son of Trisha Elric who was born free and died free because while there are lots of different forms of freedom, in Amestris there’s one that everyone shares. In Amestris, he’s unknown and unremarkable and no one gives a fuck about what he does.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he says flatly.

This is what he gets for visiting his father’s country. It’s just fucking unfortunate that the really good alchemical texts are here.

He should have let Al (Van Altun, as they know him, even though the two of them having been using their Amestrian names almost their whole lives, regardless of what country they were in) do it. They’re not nearly as weird about him.

Pakor is alright, as far as kings go. He’s freed a lot of people, is poking at the laws of ownership that has governed his country for centuries to see if he can do anything about them without getting beheaded for it. He’s also known Ed since he was a barely able to walk, back when his father still made court appearances and brought the family along with him. Former slave against most talented alchemist in the country, and people tended to politely ignore the former. Hell, Ed’s been counting on the same thing since he was twelve.

Of course, now it’s coming back to bite him. People say he’s a genius, but if he was really smart he would have stayed far, far away from court. Like in Amestris, perhaps.

“You’re fluent in both languages,” Pakor says, coaxing.

“So are you,” he says accusingly. “We’re speaking Amestrian right now!”

Pakor sighs and switches to Xerxian. “You also speak Xingese and Drachman. You’re a difficult man to keep secrets from.”

“I’m also Amestrian!” he shouts. “And free, might I add! You can’t sell me off to slavery just to get some intel!”

“It’s not like we’ll brand you,” he says, affronted, and Ed is reminded that alright for a king is still pretty shitty. “We just need someone to do a little – double checking. To ensure the situation in Amestris is as it’s advertised.”

“You want to gift me to the Fuhrer to spy on him and you’re, what, just hoping he doesn’t notice that I understand everything and know everything and am, oh yeah, one of his citizens? I’ve been to Central before! With my luck, I’ll get recognized the first day here and then run out of Amestris! And, again, Amestris doesn’t have slaves! The leader of the country really can’t have one.”

Pakor sighs. “You’re very dramatic, Edris. It won’t be so bad. Here, I’ll say you’re my personal slave and that you’re on loan. It’ll be for cultural exchange purposes. He speaks Xingese, so you can communicate in that language without letting on you know Amestrian.”

Ed pinches the bridge of his nose. “This is a stupid fucking idea.”

“If you do this,” Pakor says, “I’ll give you the key to the royal library.”

Ed slowly lowers his hand, eyes narrowing. “I’ve been asking you to let me in there for years.”

“I figured I’d need to bargain it away eventually,” he says. “I was hoping you’d marry one of my daughters for it.” Having even light court obligations is bad enough, he’s in no way stupid enough to marry in. “You’re very difficult, you know. I’m your king. I shouldn’t have to bargain with you.”

“Tough shit,” Ed says, because Pakor may have known him for nearly twenty years, but that knowing goes both ways. Besides, he can’t piss him off because then he and Al will stop reparing all their shit bridges and infrastructure. “Fine. But if I lose my Amestrian citizenship over this, I’m going to be pissed.”

“Noted,” Pakor says brightly.

Uhg.

It doesn’t help that everything he’s heard about Fuhrer Mustang makes the man sound insufferable.

[syoounn]

A bet~

You've made a deal with him, making your faces close and no kissing for ten minutes.

Chuuya blinks a couple of times, tilting his head and letting out a chuckle.

“Oh? And how am I not supposed to want to kiss you when you’re close? The view’s too beautiful, yknow?” He teases, pressing a kiss to the crook of your neck.

"I'll reward you with whatever you want," you said.

Chuuya’s eye lit up, his grip on you tightening just slightly. Ah, bribery. He grins.

“Anythin I want?” He asked, to confirm.

You nodded.

“How long?”

He mumbled as he gently nips, then sucks on your neck, biting down lightly. He wanted to make sure he could earn that reward after all~

"10 minutes.."

“Mm, fair, fair.” Chuuya said, pulling away from your neck. A smirk spread across his lips.

“Let’s see if I can manage then, love~*”

As both of your faces are close to each other, Chuuya could barely handle it anymore. The look on your face was too cute. Plus, he was only human, and he missed your touch. He wanted to kiss you. He wanted to kiss you so badly and touch you and be as close to you as he could be. He wanted that damn reward so bad.

Chuuya managed to hold out for all of five minutes. Then, he broke. He pounced, pressing his lips to your own with a needy, fiery passion. His hand tangled in your hair as he pressed himself as firmly against your body as possible. His lips were insistent and rough against yours, full of desperation and need. He’d even accidentally nicked your bottom lip with his canine, but he did his best to soothe it away with a soft swipe of his tongue.

As before he can do that, you pulled away stopping him.

"Ah.. chuuya, you're being unfair, " you said.

“I tried my best, love…” Chuuya mumbled, pulling away from the kiss and taking a few short breaths.

“You’re too damn attractive. What was I supposed to do?” He said with a playful edge, his hand gently cupping your cheek.

“So, now, give me my award. You promised.”

Chuuya said with a cocky smirk, gently running his thumb over your lower lip to soothe the sting he accidentally gave you.

"You clearly lose..!" you said.

“Ah haah..!” Chuuya said, his eyes lighting up, the playful energy returning. He leans against over you, pinning you down to the mattress. A smirk stretches across his lips as he leans down to the other side his thumb had just been on, nipping gently and then pressing his lips to yours once more.

“Mm, I wonder if that counts? I lasted at least 5 minutes, don’t think it ever said I couldn’t…” Chuuya mumbled against your lips.

"I said 10 minutes! We agreed on that.." you said.

“Aw, can’t have mercy on me, love? Hm? How about you give me a reward still, but I earn the real reward by managing 10 minutes?” Chuuya said with a playful sigh, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

“That sounds fair, no?”

"No.." you said on a serious tone.

“Fiiiineeee…” Chuuya sighed gently, his tone playful. He gives you a cocky grin.

“I’ll last for 10 minutes, I swear. Just let me know when you start the timer, Doll.”

The man mumbled, getting into a comfortable position again, cuddled up against your side. He nuzzled his face into your shoulder and took in a long, slow breath, closing his eyes as his hand returned to your hip.

As the timer starts, Chuuya took a long, slow breath. He was starting to feel a little hot now. His head was starting to buzz. Dammit… he was fighting the urge to start leaving hickeys on you, or to kiss you, or to touch you in any way. His grip tightened, fingers digging into your hip as he took another breath. He could do this. He totally could…

Chuuya continued to stay like this for the 10 minutes, though near the end, he was practically trembling. He could feel his face growing flushed against your shoulder, and his hands were squeezing your hip desperately as he just tried to control himself, listening to your breathing and heartbeat. He let out the occasional whine every so often.

“Fffffuck…” He murmured shakily.

As soon as the timer went off, he pounced on you with a needy growl. His hands roamed up and down your body as he kissed you as passionately and roughly as he wanted to from the beginning. His arms wrapped around you, drawing you closer against him as he nipped at your lips with his canine and tongue. God, he wanted you…

His hands continued to wander your body. He could touch you now, do everything he wanted to you without any risk of failing the reward. His knee parted your legs, pressing himself in between you.

His lips left yours, a messy trail of saliva connecting them. He gently pushed you down to the mattress with his body as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth and tasting as much of you as he possibly could.

Chuuya’s hands began to fiddle with the buttons of your clothing, pulling them open to expose your skin. His breathing would quicken just slightly as his hands gently caressed your bare skin, his teeth biting and nibbling on your shoulder.

The sounds he was beginning to make seemed completely unfiltered, his restraint slipping slightly.

“Doll…” He panted, tilting his head back and looking at you directly at your eyes.

“I need you…”

( I sincerely apologize for the recent lapse in content updates. Nonetheless, I hope that this newly released work will meet and exceed your expectations, bringing you endless pleasure and enrichment. Thank you for your patience and understanding. )

[boiohboii]

Noble prize winner wife (Toto Wolff x reader)

It's no secret that Toto Wolff is married, but no one ever saw his wife, for a while people doubted he actually had a wife as very few were invited to the wedding and she doesn't attend any races, but when they finally decide to go to an event together they break the Internet

or

in which they're the IT couple; with money, beauty and brains.

N.B: WARNING: not proof read, so there might be some spelling mistakes, like 2 or 4 swear words, f word. If I missed anything please let me know.

Face claim: Song Hye-kyo

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mercedesamgf1: Boss, you are too cruel for keeping your genius of a wife away from the paddock. Please welcome Dr. YN LN, 2 time Nobel Prize winner, to our page and hopefully the paddock soon (boss please let us invite her).

username: Holy fuck, she's serving 2 different looks

username: Mrs. LN , I am nothing but a speck of dust on your heels

username: SHE IS SO UUGGGHHH

username: she looks so dreamy

username: CAN TOTO WOLFF FIGHT

username: oh girlie, you gonna have your ass handed to you

username: you better hide

username: oh man, you prepared for a KO? cause Toto ain't letting no body touch her

username: at first I was all like, why won't he show his wife, but after seeing her and reading about her in the Nobel Prize Winners book, it's understandable

username: not me calculating my chances of winning against Toto Wolff

username: you know damn well you losing

username: I'd start begging before the fight even begins

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mercedesamgf1: congratulations to our Mr & Mrs Boss on 15 years of marriage 🖤🖤 wishing for a baby boss soon

username: I am loving all the Wolff family content we are getting

username: they have 15 years to make up for

username: tbh I don't care about Toto, I just want to see YN

username: Toto didn't let people know that YN is his wife cause he knew she'd be stealing his fans

username: everyone switching to the YN LN lane

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Mercedesamgf1: The Mercedes team would like to congratulate Dr. YN LN on her hard work throughout the years and her leadership in such an important medical field. Her research has been helpful to many doctors and her website is extremely useful to our future doctors. Thank you Dr. LN for your work and dedication.

username: I love how this turned into her fan page

username: I would like to be adopted by the wolff family

username: the sunglasses are such a look

username: with every photo of her i get more and more obsessed

username: I love my mother

username: ever since they decided to go public about each other I have been feeling more and more single

username: her going to a race, toto going with her to receive her award can you all stop making us feel lonely as hell

username: wishing for her to join toto to the FIA awards ceremony

username: she will serve

username: will eat everyone up with her style and leave no crumbs

username: I am buying some crystals

username: no one will give a f about the drivers if she goes

username: bet toto took the third picture

username: for research purposes, I would like to know where the second picture was taken

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mercedesamgf1: we would like to thank Dr. YN LN for joining us this evening, it had been a pleasure to have you with the Mercedes team. The Mercedes admin would like to ask our boss's Boss if you can please convince Mr. Wolff to give us a vacation a few days till he can find his way back from your eyes (can't blame him, I want to get lost in there too)

username: NOT THE ADMIN OUTING WHO'S THE BOSS IN THEIR MARRIAGE

username: BOSS'S BOSS!

username: well, now we know who ears the pants in this marriage

username: THE GLASSES MADE A COMBACK

username: THEY HAVE A DOG!!

username: I would not be surprised if the next photo is of them with a 14 year old kid

username: milf yn and dilf toto

username: don't mess with me rn

username: listen, I thought black is her color, but that pink dress is doing something to me

username: her doing her hair up is so sexy of her

username: fuck the kardashians, she is the only one I want to keep up with

username: you can't just make me die with a photo then to resurrect me with a cute one only to have my heartbeat crazy with the third

username: what cute one? The dog is doing nothing to distract us from her look

username: all I see is mommy

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mercedesamgf1: The boss is a bit busy, no better time for some team bonding.... the admin is so happy, thank you universe for giving Mr. Wolff some work

Lewishamilton: where are you guys? I want to join

mercedesamgf1: @.lewishamilton get in line, we have 5 other drivers on the waiting list

danielricciardo: @.mercedesamgf1 does that mean you will send me the location now?

mercedesamgf1: @.danielricciardo you are the third buddy, you have 1 British boy and 1 Spanish man in front of you

Charles_leclerc: @.mercedesamgf1 I thought I was before Carlos!

Carlossainz55: @.Charles_leclerc I told you I'm meeting her first

Georgerussell: @.mercedesamgf1 is that why everyone is coming to out paddock?

Danielricciardo: @.mercedesamgf1 wait, I was forth, who was first on the list

Mickschumacher: @.Danielricciardo hey man ✌🏼

Landonorris: tell Mrs. LN to check her phone please, I am standing in the cafe and her order isn't available

Mercedesamgf1: it's fine, you can just come to the location I sent you -Boss's boss.

Pierregasly: YOU HAVE HER NUMBER!

Maxversteppen: this is so unfair

Landonorris: go cry about it somewhere else

Mercedesamgf1: @.danielricciardo one British boy had been removed from the list

username: not everyone and their mothers wanting to meet YN

username: they are all down so bad and I understand

username: I would not be surprised if every single driver shows up next week with a swollen face

username: toto really had a point in keeping his wife hidden from these HOOLIGANS!

username: lando having her number is the most unexpected thing

username: how do you think Lewis and George are feeling?

username: they are crying in the club rn

username: not Mick being the first one on the waiting list

username: he's like a duckling following its mother whenever she comes to the paddock

username: the fact that she went twice and in both times Mick was seen just following her around

username: toto having to literally grab Mick by the back of his neck to be able to have a moment with his wife was the best thing to happen in 2023

mercedesamgf1: unfortunately all drivers that aren't with our team are banned from the paddock, Boss's order

username: toto really fighting for his wife's attention

[wildemaven]

first anniversary | dieter x poppy

A Sweet Creature

Ava Greene sits down with actor and friend, Dieter Bravo. Hollywood’s new leading man gets candid about life in front of and behind the camera. He talks about his latest movie, his commitment to his sobriety and his newest role— husband?!

Ava Greene: You're approaching three years sober now, how are you feeling?

Dieter Bravo: Probably the best I’ve felt in a long time. Sobriety is a day to day progression that I take very seriously, and I try to not lose sight of that even when I’m having bad days. Though, I’m grateful bad days have been few and far between at this point in my sobriety. I can attribute that to the support system I have built for myself through friends, family, my sponsor that I still work with and most importantly my wife who keeps me grounded daily. They all continue to keep me in check and remind me how awesome my life is, especially right now. Staying clean is a full time commitment, and it’s really a beautiful thing.

AG: You followed in your famous parents footsteps by going into acting and your career and struggles with sobriety have been well documented but your parents have rarely commented publicly, are they supportive of your work and your journey?

DB: For me, I don’t need them to make a show of it by commenting or sharing their thoughts publicly to know they support me. There was a point in time where they did all they could do for me, but ultimately it had to be my choice to make the decision to get clean. Thankfully, we’ve been rebuilding our relationship over the last few years. And being in the public eye for most of our lives, the last thing we want is for outsiders thinking they have a say in our lives. In short, yes I have very supportive parents in all aspects of my life and I’m so happy for that.

AG: This is your second project since rehab, are you viewing this as a comeback or a fresh start?

DB: Comeback? I didn’t know I left… Kidding! Sure, some might say it’s a comeback. A fresh start. Whatever analogy best fits the narrative is fine by me— and I don’t mean that negatively in any sense. I mean, you’ve known me long enough to know I just try not to focus on any of that stuff, messes with my fucking brain waves. I just see it as me doing what I love with a new perspective and a different approach to choosing what projects I’m going to give my time to than I have in the past.

AG: What can you tell us about this project and the character you're playing?

DB: I had the best f*ckin’ time while shooting this film— sorry, but the emphasis was needed. I was really drawn to the vibrancy that this script evoked, even with the serious nature of the storyline and characters. I couldn’t stop thinking or talking about for weeks afterwards. I’d sit with my wife at breakfast and we’d discuss the script and my character for what felt like hours. I knew after I heard her feedback that I needed to be apart of this film— she might have said I’d be stupid to say no to it, in her own loving way.

The film is really about the process of rediscovering yourself. Navigating the challenges that come along with being at your lowest point and leaning on the ones who have been there for you. It’s about finding love in its purest form when you never thought you were deserving of it.

I found bits of myself in this character as we were filming, it was very much a cathartic experience for me. I guess you could say it was art imitating life in a weird way.

AG: There's already been some buzz about this year's award season, do you think this is finally your year?

DB: Ooooh! Is it too presumptuous for me to say yes?! I’ve started dusting the spot where I plan for it to go. I sound like some sort of pompous idiot! Now no one is going to go see it!*

I take it back!

In all seriousness, ‘cause I’m sure Poppy and my agent will be rolling their eyes when they read this. If all I get is a couple nominations, that alone feels like winning. A shiny statue would be nice though— just saying.

AG: You've talked often about your love of art and you recently purchased a gallery. Are you planning to publicly pursue other creative endeavors?

DB: I won’t be joining American Idol anytime soon if that’s what you’re asking. Oh, you weren’t referring to my ability to hold a note during our many karaoke nights— noted!

How did you put it? Other creative endeavors? I’ve got a few art pieces in the works right now that I’m itching to dive back into when I get home. I’ve got a major gallery in LA lined up later in the year for an artist spotlight exhibit, they’ll be housing some of my work through the next year. Shoutout to my wife for getting that all lined up while I was away shooting this film.

AG: What's next for Dieter Bravo? Any other projects lined up you can tell us about?

DB: I’m looking forward to some downtime I have coming up. Poppy has the summer off, so we’ll get to finally live that newlywed life. Settle into the role of doting husband while she does her thing at the gallery.

AG: Off the record, if you got married and didn't tell anyone I will kick yours and Poppy’s ass!

DB: We’re celebrating our one year this month actually. We eloped quietly last year right after we got engaged— wanted to keep it to ourselves for a little while. Which reminds me, you and Bryony should hop on a call with Poppy after this. Seeing as I let the cat out of the bag and this is our announcement— surprise!

Huge shoutout out to @gnpwdrnwhiskey for allowing me to borrow her Ava from Conversations with a Movie Star for this. Ava was so gracious and even wrote the questions herself. I’m so grateful for Lellen and all her support and advice she had given me throughout the writing process of Sweet Creature!

Sweet Creature Celebration

[ambeauty]

Ok ok since these two cuties won’t leave me alone with their friendship 🤭 fic preview under the cut👩🏾‍🍳🧑🏼‍🍳

“Chef de Cuisine, Sydney Adamu of The Bear, has been nominated for the James Beard Award for Best New Chef, Casual Fine Dining, Midwest. As well as Executive Chef, Carmen Berzatto. Okay, it doesn’t read like that exactly, but you fucking get it.” Richie reads over the expo so the whole crew is in on what just happened.

Sydney just stands in place and Carmy wraps his arm across her shoulder for stability. Afraid she may crack into pieces or drop in shock. “You deserve it Chef,” Carmy beamed next to her.

“I couldn’t have done it without-“

“No no we are not starting that shit again. We are proud of you Syd!” He lets go so the others can give their congratulations properly.

She lifts her hands up to hide her face.

“We are mami! Bravo!” Tina reaches up for another hug and Syd tries her best not to breakdown again in her sous chef’s arms this time, but hugging Tina almost feels like hugging her mother and if she thinks to hard about it she might lose it again.

“I gotta hand it to you kid. I always knew you had it in you to get this shithole together.” Richie punches her shoulder lightly before she rolls her eyes back at him and accepts his pat on the back.

“Shit Syd, I always knew you had it in you!” Marcus daps her up then shakes her shoulder encouragingly. She can’t but share a big smile with him.

“You next Marcus! For real.” She looks up at him with assurance.

“Man that’s you and Carm all pressed for the awards and shit. As long as y’all keep letting me make whatever I want. And Carmy stops being a little bitch. We good.”

“I wish y’all would let that shit go already.” Carmy shakes his head.

“So when’s the big day?” Marcus asks them both.

“In a month.” Sydney responds rubbing her hands on her apron, ready to get back to her prep. She was not built to receive this much praise at once. Like yeah, she wanted a star and she wanted the awards, but that almost meant that she would have to be perceived more and praised more and the only person’s attention she craved she finally has… for the most part.

“We gotta get you right Syd! But we got plenty of time. Can not represent the bear in your baggy sweaters and overalls.” Marcus ribs her in a playful way.

“Dude shut up! Let’s get back to work Chefs!” Sydney calls out to the kitchen so they can get the dinner prep done before their booked night.

Yes Chef!

Carmy taps his spoon against the back of his hand as his mind starts flooding with ideas, but instead of meat, sauce, and herbs, it’s fabrics, patterns, and stitch variations. It’s long limbs but tailored to perfection around soft curves. It’s bright colors that compliment deep brown skintones.

“Carm, hey.” Sydney snaps at his face quickly. “Where’d you go? Can you pass me the strainer?”

“Yeah, sorry chef. Um just thinking.”

[kathlare]

quiet respite

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie and Lando navigate the aftermath of a frustrating race day, finding solace in their connection.

Wordcount: 2.2 k

Warnings: fluff, smau

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December 1st, 2024 - Doha, Qatar

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wagwatchf1: Amelie spotted leaving the Qatar Grand Prix tonight, hopping into the same car as Lando. 👀✨ Tough race for him, but at least he’s got his #1 supporter by his side. 🧡

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lanfan4ever: Forget the Constructors' battle, I’m here for the LanMelie endgame. 💖 → teamlanmelie: @lanfan4ever FACTS. They’re carrying the season harder than McLaren. ✨ → ferraristan90: @lanfan4ever Literally more invested in them than the Ferrari-McLaren drama.

oscarfan_: Okay, but Oscar gets a podium, and Lando leaves with Amelie? Both are winning tbh. 🧡

speedygossip: The way Amelie just exists and we all lose our minds. She’s iconic. 🤌 → amelieforpresident: @speedygossip Like, why does she look THIS good leaving a GP? Unfair. 😤

qatarfan69: Lando said “screw the points, I’m leaving with Amelie.” Respect. 💀

haterscorner: Y’all are acting like she’s not just another wag. Relax. → ameliesimpact: @haterscorner Nah, she’s THE wag. You can stay mad. 🫶

lanmelieshipper1: Guess the penalty wasn’t the only thing he got stuck in tonight. 😉🔥 → amelieupdates: @lanmelieshipper1 Ohhhh, someone’s a little too observant! 😏

hatersclub21: She’s literally using him for clout. Next. 🙄 → amelie4eva: @hatersclub21 sis, she doesn’t need clout; she IS the clout. Sit down. 🪑 → landozoned: @hatersclub21 Lando was fangirling over her before she even knew who he was, let’s not rewrite history. 😂

lancharstan: Imagine being Amelie. You bake cookies, win awards, AND cheer on your man who got a 10-second penalty. What a life.

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The tension in the car was palpable. Lando sat in the passenger seat, staring out of the window as the bright lights of Doha blurred past. His fingers fiddled with the hem of his hoodie, a nervous habit Amelie had come to recognize. She sat beside him, hands resting lightly in her lap, stealing glances at his profile. His jaw was set tight, his usually vibrant blue eyes dulled with frustration.

The race hadn’t gone to plan. Starting P3 and running a solid P2, only for a stop/go penalty to send him tumbling down the order to P14, had been a punch to the gut. Ending in P10 felt hollow—like a cruel consolation prize. Lando’s frustration was more than evident; he barely spoke a word after stepping out of the McLaren garage. Amelie, understanding his mood, had kept quiet, giving him space during the ride back to their hotel.

As the car pulled up to the entrance, Lando sighed heavily and dragged himself out. Amelie followed closely, her hand lightly brushing his back in silent reassurance. He didn’t react, lost in his thoughts, but he didn’t move away either.

Lando walked into the hotel lobby without a word, his eyes fixed on the ground as he headed toward the elevator. Amelie, sensing the weight of his disappointment, stayed a step behind, watching him carefully. She knew how much this race meant to him and how much harder it hit when things didn’t go as planned. It was something she had come to understand over the months they had been together, ever since that fateful night in November when they’d first started dating.

She pressed the button for the elevator, but before the doors opened, Lando had already stepped inside. He didn’t look back, his mind elsewhere. Amelie hesitated for a moment before deciding to stay behind. She caught the elevator doors before they closed and glanced at Lando.

—I’m gonna grab us some food. You haven’t eaten, have you?— she asked softly, the concern in her voice matching the gentle tone she used when trying to make sure he was okay.

Lando’s lips barely moved as he shook his head, a quiet —No— escaping him, his eyes still staring forward.

—Alright, I’ll be quick. Just… try not to be too hard on yourself, okay?— she added, offering him a small, comforting smile. Lando didn’t respond, but she saw the way his shoulders relaxed slightly, just the tiniest bit. That was enough.

As the elevator doors closed, Amelie turned and walked to the hotel restaurant. She placed the order, knowing exactly what Lando would need—something hearty and comforting to remind him that not every race was a win.

Once the food was ordered and she had made her way back to the room, Amelie took a deep breath. She could feel the weight of the day pressing against her too, but she wasn’t about to let Lando retreat into his frustration alone. He needed her, even if he didn’t always ask for it.

She opened the door softly, hearing the distant click-clack of the keyboard and the low murmur of a voice. She stepped into the room and found Lando slouched in the chair, headset on, fully immersed in his game. Max Fewtrell’s voice came through the speakers, streaming the game they were playing together. Lando didn’t even look up when she entered, completely focused.

Amelie smiled to herself, walking over to him and gently placing a hand on his shoulder, leaning down so her face was just inches from his.

—You’re really getting into it, huh?— she teased, her voice light and playful.

Lando shifted slightly, his eyes never leaving the screen. —Max is gonna get me killed if he doesn’t stop running off on his own,— he muttered, frustration laced in his voice, though this time it was about the game. She couldn’t help but chuckle, her fingers brushing lightly over his shoulder.

—Yeah, yeah, blame Max,— she teased, but her tone softened as she leaned in even closer.

Lando gave a distracted laugh, his eyes still fixed on the screen as Max’s character in Escape from Tarkov sprinted into what seemed like a certain death.

—Don’t you think maybe you should take a break?— Amelie’s voice was low, soothing, with just a hint of concern.

Lando's fingers paused over the keyboard for a moment, but then he sighed, his body slumping in his chair. —I don’t know, Ames. It’s not like anything’s gonna make me feel better right now, you know?— His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of the race.

She could hear it in his voice. The frustration wasn’t just from the penalty; it was the feeling of having let down everyone who expected more from him. The McLaren team. The fans. His own expectations. And maybe, just maybe, himself.

Amelie stepped forward, her presence grounding him, pulling him out of the virtual world for just a moment. She placed a gentle hand on his arm, guiding him away from the screen. —Come on, Lan, let’s take a break, yeah?— she said softly. —I’ve got something that might help, something that’ll make you forget about that race for a while. Just... come with me. Please?—

Lando didn’t answer immediately, still staring at the screen. Max’s voice continued to murmur through the headset, oblivious to the moment of vulnerability. Amelie could see that Lando was caught between escaping into the game and confronting how he felt.

—Please?— she repeated, her voice almost a whisper. The simple question held everything. She wanted to help him forget, even if just for a moment. Lando hesitated for a second before slowly removing the headset, his expression a little softer now.

He gave her a tired smile. —Alright, Ames. But only because you look like you’ve got something planned.—

Her lips curled into a mischievous grin. —Oh, I do.—

She led him into the bathroom, the soft scent of lavender and eucalyptus filling the air. The tub was already half-filled with warm water, a few candles flickering in the corners, casting soft light on the tiles. Amelie had clearly planned this for a while. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes glinting with a mix of affection and mischief.

—Come on, get in,— she said, tugging at the hem of his hoodie.

Lando raised an eyebrow, but there was a glint in his eye too. —If I get in, you’re joining me, right?— he teased, his voice dropping to a low murmur.

Amelie grinned, leaning up to kiss him softly on the cheek, her fingers lightly grazing his jaw. —You know I would, Lan, but...— she hesitated, her eyes twinkling with playful intrigue. —You’ve got to convince me. You haven’t exactly been the most charming today. I might need a little more convincing...—

Lando smirked, stepping closer to her. —Is that so? Well, I’m sure I can make up for it...— His fingers brushed against her skin, his touch warm and light, sending a little shiver down her spine.

—Oh, I’m sure you can, but you’ve got to try harder than that, love,— Amelie teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

Lando let out a quiet laugh, giving her a soft, yet intense, look that made her heart race. —Alright, Ames, I’ll make sure you don’t regret it.—

He slid into the bath first, settling in with a sigh of relief as the warmth of the water began to ease his muscles. Amelie stood at the edge, watching him for a moment, taking in the way he relaxed, his shoulders loosening. It was like he could finally exhale.

She slowly undressed, the quiet rhythm of the night settling around them. Lando’s eyes followed her every movement, his expression softening.

—You joining me or what?— he asked, his voice low, with a hint of that trademark teasing.

Amelie gave him a playful smile, stepping into the bath and sitting behind him, her hands resting gently on his shoulders as she leaned in close. —You’re not the only one who needs to relax, you know?—

Lando tilted his head slightly, his eyes catching hers. —I don’t know, Ames, I think I might have you beat on that one.—

Amelie chuckled softly, her hands gently kneading the tension out of his shoulders, feeling the tension melt away under her fingertips. The warmth of the bath, the quiet hum of the hotel room, the steady beat of their hearts—it was a moment of peace amid the chaos of the weekend.

They stayed like that for a while, the silence between them comfortable, soothing. Lando’s usual tension faded under her touch, and Amelie felt the weight of the day lift just a little, knowing she was helping him recover, even if it was only for a moment.

But the comfort wasn’t enough to stop the flirty energy between them. It had always been there, even when they were just friends. The teasing, the jokes, the light touches—it was part of who they were. Lando’s voice broke the quiet first.

—You know, you’ve got pretty good hands, Ames,— he said with a grin, turning his head just enough to catch her eye.

She raised an eyebrow, her fingers tracing a pattern on his back. —Oh, I know. I’ve got plenty more tricks up my sleeve. You just have to be patient, Lan.—

He chuckled softly, leaning back into her touch. —I can be patient... when you make it worth my while.—

Amelie leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear, her voice a soft whisper. —I’ll make it worth your while, Lan. Just wait and see. But for now... let’s just enjoy the moment, yeah?—

Lando let out a content sigh, relaxing deeper into the water as Amelie’s hands continued their gentle ministrations. It wasn’t about the race anymore. It wasn’t about the disappointment or the penalty or the frustration. For a few quiet, stolen moments, it was just the two of them—together, in the calm after the storm.

Lando's head fell back against Amelie’s chest as the warmth of the water enveloped him, his body loosening more with each passing second. The tension he had been holding onto for hours seemed to dissolve in the bath, but even as his muscles relaxed, his mind continued to churn over the race.

Amelie’s hands worked their way up his neck, applying gentle pressure. She could feel the stress in his shoulders, the quiet battle he was still fighting with himself. Her fingers traced soothing patterns, offering him the kind of comfort only she could give.

—You know, it’s just one race, Lan. You did what you could, and you’ll bounce back from this, I know you will,— Amelie said, her voice soft and full of reassurance.

Lando let out a long, slow exhale, the kind of sound that came from deep within him. —I know... but it still feels like shit, you know? Like I let everyone down, and I can’t stand it. I wanted that P2. I wanted it so badly.—

Amelie pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his head. —You didn’t let anyone down. And you’re not alone in this, Lan. I’m here. I’ll always be here. We’re in this together, okay?—

He turned his head slightly, meeting her eyes. The rawness in his gaze made her heart ache for him, but there was also a sense of relief, like he was finally allowing himself to lean on someone. To let go of the walls he built around his vulnerabilities.

—Thanks, Ames. I don’t deserve you, honestly,— he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Amelie smiled softly, her fingers gently trailing down his arm. —You do, Lan. More than you know. You’ve always had me. And it’s okay to feel like shit sometimes. We’re allowed to have those moments, especially after a tough day. It doesn’t make you any less... you.—

Lando chuckled softly, the sound a little more genuine than it had been all day. —I’m lucky to have you, Ames. I don’t think anyone else would put up with my grumpiness after a race like that.—

Amelie gave him a playful shove, her fingers digging lightly into his ribs. —Hey, I like a challenge. And you’re not as bad as you think. You’re just... passionate. Sometimes that passion spills over, but I get it. It’s what makes you great, Lan.—

Lando turned fully in the water, catching her gaze with his own. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he leaned forward, brushing his lips against hers in a soft kiss. The kiss was tender, full of the kind of affection that had been building between them for over a year now, ever since they’d first crossed that line from friends to something more.

—You really are something, you know that?— Lando said, his voice low as he pulled back just slightly, his forehead resting against hers.

Amelie’s smile was soft but full of mischief. —Oh, I know. But you’re not so bad yourself, Lan. You’ve got a heart of gold under all that competitive fire.—

He shook his head, playfully bumping his nose against hers. —You make me sound like a softie, Ames.—

—You are a softie, admit it,— Amelie teased, leaning in to kiss him again, a little more boldly this time. —But it’s cute. It’s the Lando Norris everyone’s always trying to figure out. The one that’s a little grumpy but really, really cares.—

Lando’s grin was wide and full of affection, the kind of grin that had always made her stomach flutter. —If you think I’m cute, then I guess I’ll let you get away with calling me a softie, huh?—

Amelie chuckled, her fingers brushing against his cheek. —You’re definitely cute, Lan. I can’t even help it. You’re kind of my favorite person. Even when you’re being a grumpy mess after a race.—

Lando laughed, his arms wrapping around her waist as he pulled her closer. —You’re my favorite person too, Ames. There’s no one I’d rather have here after a race like that.—

Amelie smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. The world outside their little bubble of warmth and light seemed to disappear as they held each other, content in the quiet moments after the storm. No more talk of penalties, no more pressure from the race, just the two of them and the easy rhythm of their togetherness.

After a while, Lando spoke again, his voice thoughtful. —You know... I think I might actually be feeling a little better. I’m still pissed off about the race, but... I don’t know. It’s not so bad when I’ve got you here with me.—

Amelie nodded, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone. —That’s all I want, Lan. For you to feel better, even if it’s just for tonight. Tomorrow, you’ll be back to the driver I know, the one who doesn’t let anything stop him. And you’ll make everyone proud. But right now? You deserve to relax.—

Lando sighed contentedly, his fingers tracing small circles on her back as he leaned into the warmth of the water once again. —I’m lucky to have you, Ames.—

Amelie chuckled softly, a playful glint in her eyes. —You’re not the only one who’s lucky, Lan. I’m stuck with you, remember? You’ve got the best of me.—

He grinned, his eyes sparkling. —And I’m not giving you back.—

They fell into a comfortable silence again, letting the water and the moment surround them. The world outside felt a little less heavy, and the race was, for now, just a distant memory. Here, in the quiet of their hotel room, everything felt right.

When Lando’s stomach finally rumbled, Amelie gave him an amused look. —Guess you’re finally hungry, huh?—

Lando groaned, his hand going to his stomach. —Yeah, I guess I might’ve been a little too focused on... other things.—

Amelie grinned, kissing his cheek before standing up and stretching. —Alright, Lan. Food’s on the way, but I’m not gonna let you off that easily. You still owe me a little more convincing.—

Lando chuckled, his eyes sparkling with that mischievous energy she loved so much. —I’m still working on it, Ames. Trust me, I’ve got plenty of tricks left up my sleeve.—

Amelie raised an eyebrow as she stepped out of the bath. —I’ll be waiting for you, Lan. You better make it worth my while.—

Lando gave her a wink, already planning his next move. Whatever the race had thrown at him, he was sure about one thing—he had the right person by his side.

[be-with-me-so-happily]

There At The Box

ONE SHOT

|| Prev - The Grammys ||

Summary: After reuniting at the Grammys, it is now time for the Brit awards, where Harry has been nominated for four. He has invited YN to join him, and she will do whatever it takes to be there for him, as long as she can make it.

A/N: Finally got this out, over a week later. But it's here. Legitimately didn't think there'd be a part 2, but how could I not when our boy won 4 for 4 Brits?!?!

Warnings: Some explicit language, airport troubles, alcohol consumption

"You've got to be kidding me!"

"I'm sorry Ms. YLN, but we had to delay the flight."

You pinch the bridge of your nose, doing your best to take deep breaths and not completely lose it on this innocent attendant.

"How long will it take?"

"I'm…not entirely sure. It could potentially take a couple of hours…"

"This isn't happening." You mumble, throwing your face down into your palms as you sit there, helpless, in your seat on the airplane. "Diana, Peter, can you do anything? Please tell me you can do something."

Your manager and assistant give each other worried looks and it makes your heart sink.

Unfortunately, you had a prior commitment earlier in the day in Edinburgh, but told him that you would fly out as soon as it was done. You planned to have your outfit, plus hair and makeup teams, there on board with you and head straight to the venue from the airport. Everything seemed to be scheduled out nicely and going accordingly. Until now, that is. Because the jet you had managed to rent seems to be having some sort of mechanical issue, and is keeping you from being exactly where you want to be. Right by Harry.

You just got back with Harry, practically six days ago. He somehow, through the magic that comes from him being Harry Styles, managed to get you a seat at his table for The Brits. You were so honored, and happy, and excited that he wanted you there with him, and there's nowhere else you'd rather be.

"We're working on it, YN."

"There's just not much-" Peter gets interrupted by a swift elbow to his side by Diana.

"We're working on it."

You're never a diva, at least you try your hardest not to be, but this is the one moment you wish you had the capacity to demand that everything gets fixed and figured out so that you can get what you want.

"I know you're trying." You sigh. "Just… let me down easy once you know for sure."

You stand as best you can on the airplane, while your stylist zips up your dress and your makeup artist applies things to your face during commercial breaks.

Everyone around you is already buzzing over Harry's first win of the night, for Best Pop Act, when Peter begins to hush them down and turn up the volume on the television. It's the second award Harry's nominated for, and you're already on the edge of your nerves.

"So the Brit Awards goes to…" Lucien Laviscourt begins, asking his co-star for a drumroll as he opens the envelope. "The man that just does not stop. Harry Styles."

The camera shows Harry's head drop and a wide grin immediately appear on his face. He yells a little 'lets go' as he stands up and makes his way to the stage. You can tell his emotions are already building as he looks down at his second award.

"Umm, thank you again. Umm… I wanna start by, umm, I wanna thank my family for being the most supportive, understanding, patient, loving, umm, family that I could've ever asked for."

He goes on to thank his mum, and the crowd goes wild when he mentions the other members of One Direction. As if you weren't already gutted to be missing out, that part pains you. To be there in that moment would be absolutely thrilling, and if it were not now safely carrying you and your team to the destination you so desperately want to be at, you'd be cursing the plane for making you late.

"I'm really, really grateful for this and I'm very aware of my privilege up here tonight, so this award is for Rina, Charley, Florence, Mabel, and Becky. Thank you so much."

Your eyes water as he mentions his 'privilege' and honors the women who were looked over for nominations in that category. If ever there were to be someone, other than one of them, to win, of course it should be him. He is such an ally, and supporter, and even though you don't feel as if he should apologize for winning, your heart is so warmed at how humble he is. How willing he is to give the spotlight to someone else.

The group cheers on for the next few awards, and you join in when Wet Leg wins their second. Shouts ring out when Harry wins this third Brit award for Song of the Year.

With each win, or even glimpse you get of Harry, your heart is torn further into two. You're so proud of him, and happy for him, but you are also simultaneously filling up with guilt that you can't be alongside him, or even just in the room, to support him. You know he won't be mad. You know it's not your fault, and he will understand. But you can't stop it.

The entire cabin of people laugh as Harry walks off stage to kiss Lewis Capaldi, and as the jet finally pulls into the hanger. But you can't help the sadness it's causing alongside the joy.

Finally in the car, and on your way from the airport, you huddle between Diana and Peter as Stanley Tucci presents the nominees for Album of the Year.

"And the winner is…" Stanley opens the envelope and takes a big breath, you holding your own as your hand squeezes the phone. "Harry Styles. Harry's House."

The three of you scream out, watching from behind the screen, as Harry heads back to the stage, for his fourth and final time.

Tears begin to form and Peter quickly hands you a tissue to not ruin the hard work your team put into your makeup look.

You watch on, as he hugs and laughs with Stanley, expressing how much he loves him as soon as he lifts the microphone. All the emotions, and probably a small amount of alcohol, fueling his bright smile.

"This, uh… this night has been really, really special to me and I will never forget it. Thank you so much for the welcome home, I appreciate it so much. There is no place like home. Thank you, thank you, thank you." He takes a breath for a moment as he looks down to the crowd of fans and peers, causing you to feel that even though his mind is most surely swirling around, that this moment is really sinking in. But what's sinking in more and more for you is the fact that you aren't there. "I’m so, so proud to be a British artist out there in the world. I’m so proud to be here tonight celebrating British artists and British music. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I’m gonna hand it over to Tom and Tyler. Thank you so much for this, I’m so grateful. Thank you.”

You hand the phone to Diana, watery eyes and a smile displayed on your face. You missed it. In person, at least. But, as pained as it makes you, you are still going to show up for him. And you are going to celebrate with him the rest of the night.

"Well, to the after party it is."

You make a mental note to give your styling teams extra long vacations soon, because their magic has enabled your hair to stay in place and the usual stress-induced sweat to stay at bay.

You do what you can to catch your breath as you prepare to step out from the back seat of the car, and head into The Box.

A deep breath, followed by another, and as soon as the door swings open you are bombarded with bright flashes of light.

Your security guard guides you inside and it takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the dim lighting, and your ears to adjust to all the new noise.

Instantly, and almost instinctively, your attention is drawn to that beautiful, loud laugh that you know so well, and you barely make out the figure of a very happy Harry Styles, beaming from the events of the night. All the sadness, guilt, and pain melt seeing him so joyful, and is replaced with pride. Pride, and the desperate need to be by him now.

You push your way through the crowd, and as you find yourself a few feet from Harry, who has yet to see you, your body is halted as Lizzo stands in front of you.

"Hey honey!" She exclaims, exuberantly. You attempt to glance past her for a moment, and when you look back you find her expression has quickly changed. "I thought you were gonna be at the award ceremony, what happened?"

"Don't even get me started…" You begin to scowl at how things unfolded earlier, but quickly wave it off, not wanting to slip back into that negativity. Especially since you're there now.

"Damn. Well, I missed you!" She states, wrapping her arms around you. Another glimpse of Harry sets your heart fluttering as you pull away from your friend's embrace. "Harry really missed you."

"I'm here now." You reply.

"YN… he's a little drunk…"

You let out a loud laugh, finding humor in the fact that it doesn't come as a shock to you.

"I figured as much."

"Yeah but, like… he was really bummed you weren't there." She replies, as solemnly as possible in such a loud, vibrant atmosphere. "And he had a few to drink…"

"Okay…"

You glance past her again and this time meet Harry's gaze. You give Lizzo a quick smile and maneuver around her, rushing up to him and wrapping your arms around his neck, placing a quick kiss on his cheek.

"Hey there superstar! I'm so proud of you!" You exclaim, pulling back to meet his gorgeous, yet glazed over, green eyes.

"You didn't come." He states, a frown appearing between his brows.

Your eyes grow wide and your heart stops. That was not even close to a reaction you thought he would have. You smile though, hoping to ease the tension that you feel coming on.

"I'm sorry. The-"

"You didn't come!" He repeats suddenly, the furrow between his eyes becoming even more intense, causing a tightening in your chest.

"Harry… I was trying…"

"You coulda told me you weren't coming."

"I was trying! I texted you, Gemma, and Jeff!" You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest.

"I was a little busy…"

"I know, Harry." You reply through gritted teeth. You understand that alcohol is playing a role here, but his attitude is still not warranted. But this must be what Lizzo was trying to tell you. Or potentially warn you about.

Harry shakes his head and looks to the ground, the frown almost permanent on his face.

"This was supposed to be an amazing night." He sighs, swirling around the contents in the glass he has in his hand.

"What the hell? You just won four Brit awards! How is this not an amazing night?"

"You should've been there." He scowls, causing your jaw to clench and your entire body to tense.

"This isn't fair."

"No. It's not." He runs his free hand through his hair, annoying you in the way that it still manages to fall back into place perfectly. Especially at this moment.

"I think… I think you should walk away." You utter, your heart hurting and your eyes beginning to water.

"Fine." He quickly replies, turning around as fast as the words left his mouth, and walking in the complete opposite direction of where you stand.

You could fall over right there, feeling as if you were just punched in the gut. This is not how that moment was supposed to go. Or this night. It was not even a consideration that he would be upset. You thought he would understand, but he didn't even let you explain.

So, not only were you not able to be there to cheer him on when he won, but now you aren't even able to celebrate with him at the party. A sinking feeling enters your mind. One that causes your feet to instantly head in the direction of the exit.

The worry you had, before the breakup, comes creeping back in. What if he thinks this is too difficult to do with you?

Your plan for escape was foiled before you even made it to the front door. Rhian and Hester from Wet Leg managed to grab your attention, by grabbing your arm, and pulled you into their conversation with the rest of the band.

It's not that you really minded talking with them, especially since you wanted to extend your congratulations anyway, but your mind keeps wandering back to your conversation with Harry. The interaction has left you in a less than ideal mood for celebrations.

Your eyes wander around the room, and land on the man you always seem to want to find in a crowd. Your breath hitches when you see he is looking right back at you. The expression on his face is no longer of anger, or frustration, or whatever he was feeling that left you two needing some space. Now, his features have softened, but still don't display any positivity.

Rhian's laugh catches your attention again, and you turn back to focus on the conversation unfolding in front of you. At least the people close by are happy you're there.

You suddenly feel a presence appear next to you and turn to the side to see Harry's saddened expression meet yours.

"Hello friends! Congratulations again." He states, removing his arm and embracing each of them for a moment.

"Thank you Harry! For everything!" Rhian giggles, turning to Hester as they gush over how unbelievable their wins were. You remember that feeling. It really doesn't change, even when you win another award, and you love seeing how happy they are. They deserve a fun night. Truthfully, so does Harry. So you decide to return to your previous plan of getting out of there.

"I think I'm going to call it a night everyone." You state, keeping your gaze on the girls, but noticing Harry's shoot right over to you.

You give them all a hug, shooting a polite smile to the man next to you, and turn to head to the exit.

You feel an arm snake around your waist and squeeze your side, which makes you slow your speed dramatically.

"Can I have a moment with you…" Harry whispers, his lips close enough to your ear that you feel his breath on your neck and it makes you shudder. "Before you go? Please?"

You manage a nod and let him guide you to a corner that seems to be a lot less crowded, and a tiny bit more quiet.

He stands in front of you, leaning against the wall beside him, and drops his head.

"YN, I'm…" He sighs, rubbing one hand against the back of his neck. His eyes flicker up to yours, and you determine that the expression you saw earlier was one of sadness. "I'm… I'm really, really sorry."

Surprise fills you, because so does frustration.

"Harry, I don't think you know how much I wanted to be there for you tonight! My damn flight got delayed and we tried everything to get here on time!" You exclaim, your breathing labored due to your quick response.

"I know. Peter just told me." He replies quietly, dropping his head again to look down at the floor.

"But you should've listened to me. I thought we were going to talk about things when they bothered us, but you wouldn't even hear my simple explanation for why I wasn't there tonight! How is this even going to work between us if this happens not even a week after we get back together?" You blurt out.

Harry immediately straightens up and your chest tightens. You didn't mean to let that all out. Not there at least. But, you promised to communicate with him and if he isn't going to, then you will. Although, you never truly meant to question the reunion of your relationship.

"Fuck, YN, I'm so fucking sorry." He answers, a shakiness and hint of worry in his voice. "It was a crazy night. I was so grateful when I won, and genuinely happy that I did, but each time I got sad that you weren't there. And… maybe I got a little worried."

"About what?"

"That… it's so fucking stupid… that you changed your mind about coming because… maybe you changed your mind about me."

He pulls his lips inward and closes his eyes, giving you a moment to cover your mouth in an attempt to hide the unintentional laugh that threatens to come out. You don't mean to, but you find it funny that after your little confession at the Grammys, he would question whether you still want to be with him. And that you had the same worry about him.

"Harry…" Your palms cup his cheeks, holding his face in front of yours, waiting for him to open his eyes. "Hey…"

He pries them open slowly, and you can feel his body relax under your touch.

"There was, and is, nowhere else I'd rather be than by your side, cheering you on." You smile, swiftly being matched by his delicious, dimpled grin.

"I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have… reacted that way. And I should've listened. I'm an idiot. I just missed you. So much." He states, moving his hands to grab your waist and drawing you closer to him. "So, so much."

"I missed you too." You bite your lower lip. "But we have got to be better about talking to each other."

"I know. I will. We will." He sighs with a small smile, and his nervousness makes you giggle.

"I love you, Harry."

"I love you too. This really is an amazing night."

"Good." You place your hands in his chest, tracing the outline of the tattoos peeking out from his top. "But you know… I am still a little upset with you about something…"

His eyes go wide with shock and maybe even a little guilt, which you quickly want to squash.

"I saw you kiss Lewis, and then Stanley Tucci!"

Harry's expression immediately changes as he lets out that loud laugh that you can only fall in love with more each time you hear it.

"Well, you weren't there…" He shrugs, taking a sip of his drink as his gaze flickers down to your lips.

"Hm. I think I need to take back what's mine." You immediately reply, feeling a heat and need for him quickly growing inside. "Let's leave."

"What?" He chuckles, staring into your eyes as if to gauge your sincerity. You give him as lustful a look as you can, without being too obvious, and another grin quickly appears across his face. "Let me finish my dri-"

"Take it with you…" You whisper, your fingers traveling up the nape of his neck into his curly locks. You lick your lips, leaning closer to his, and press them firmly together.

"Jeff?" Harry shouts, swiveling around to find his friend. "Call the car. We're heading out!"

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[ladylooch]

Hi I accidentally sent this in before seeing that requests were closed but since they’re open, did you see my request of the reader losing her virginity to Nico?? And he’s so sweet and gentle🥹 ilysm

Flower Picking with Nico Hischier 

A/N: Oh sweet, sweet 🌸 anon. Here you finally are! I know it took awhile, but here it is in all its smutty, sweet, shiny glory. Also peep how I always write Jack 😂 Sassy but funny. That kid cracks me up (before anyone asks, no I still can’t write about him because I’m too old! 🫣)

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content, Loss of Virginity, Swearing. 

The lights on the red carpet are blinding. You can barely focus any which way as people call out to you and Nico, desperate for the perfect picture. Nico’s hand on the small of your back is grounding at least. He leans closer to your head, resting his mouth on it for a moment.

“You’re doing great, baby. Just a bit longer.” You squeeze his back in acknowledgement.

Being in the spotlight has never been comfortable for you, ever. But, you’re more than willing to do these uncomfortable things for your perfect boyfriend, especially on a night where he is nominated for a prestiges award. It all feels a bit like a formality because in your heart, he’s already a Selke winner.

Once the pictures are over, autographs and interviews are next. You stand proudly off to the side, watching him do his work with your hands laced in front of you. Nico checks in on you frequently, making sure you’re as comfortable as can be.

“I’m doing great, babe. Stop worrying about me and enjoy the night.” You assure him after the tenth time he’s wandered over. 

“You’re smothering her.” Jack rolls his eyes at his captain. “Chill.”

“Why don’t you go fix your hair or something? Looks like you just rolled out of bed.” Nico chips back at him. 

“I’m just living in the moment, man.” Jack shakes his head, internal groan showing on his face as he is shuffled to the next interview.

“Nico, you’re done.” The Devils PR director says, waving us into the arena. We wave goodbye to Jack and shuffle out of the oppressive Nashville heat.

“I’m sweaty.” You groan, waving at your face, praying your make up isn’t actually melting off like it feels.

“You look gorgeous though.”

“Yeah? I’m glistening?”

“Glowing.” He wiggles his wide brows suggestively. “I know a way we could get sweaty later.” 

You pause, feeling a little panicked that he has figured out your surprise. When you heard Nico was a finalist for the Selke months ago, you knew exactly what to give him: your virginity. Yes, you’re well into your mid-twenties and yes pretty much everyone you know has already experienced sex, but you’re different. And that’s perfectly okay with you and Nico. You’ve had extensive conversations together about why you have waited and what you need before giving that part of yourself to someone. 

Truthfully, you’ve known for a long time it’s Nico you want to give this too. He treats you so well. Tonight is just the latest example of how he cherishes and protects you. You know he will take this piece of you and honor it forever.

But then he doesn’t actually win the Selke.

And you’re a little bit pissed because you think he deserves it. He squeezes your hand, then brings it to his lips to kiss before clapping for Patrice Bergeron after his video acceptance speech.

“Should have been you.” You huff at Nico, watching his face intently.

“It’s an honor to even be nominated.” He reminds you what he has been saying, but you can sense his disappointment. You find out later from Twitter that he came in second in voting and that cheers you both up.

After the awards, you find yourself at a restaurant with Nico and his family. You’re struggling to participate in the small talk which Nico notices. Usually, you’re animated and chatty with his family. You love them; they love you, but you can’t focus on anything other than what you’re planning in your hotel room later tonight.

“You tired?” Nico asks with his arm around your shoulders. He pulls your temple to his lips, awaiting your answer.

“Yeah.” You turn to him, brown eyes meeting yours with an inquisitive look.

After another round of drinks and dessert, you and the Hischiers take off to the hotel by the arena. You say goodbye to his parents and siblings in the lobby, then walk hand in hand to the elevator. You’re sure Nico can feel the sweat beginning to build in your palm.

“Dang. I’m tired too.” Nico groans as you enter your shared room. He kicks off his shoes immediately while you toss your shoes and clutch onto the chair by the TV.

“You’ve had a long day.” You murmur, swaying back over to him. You wrap your arms around his neck, lacing your fingers there. You use them to bring his face to yours. Nico pulls you tighter to him with a hand on your ass, giving it a light squeeze as you make out. Your tongues touch, tangling together before sliding out of the way for softer kisses. You can feel Nico growing against your stomach. You savor the feeling of reciprocated need building between your thighs.

Butterflies forcefully flutter in your stomach as you ghost your hand over his zipper. Then you get bold, sliding his belt apart and dipping your hand to touch him bare. Nico groans into your mouth. You stroke along his shaft, feeling the rigid pulses as he grows. He bucks his hip into your hand a bit while his eyes drown in desire. He presses two more soft kisses to your mouth before stepping away from your touch.

“Need a sec.” He murmurs, giving your hand a squeeze and moving to the bathroom. The soft click of the door makes you bite your lip. He does this when the desire to pin you down and fuck you becomes too strong for him to resist. Tonight, he doesn’t need the space, but there is no need to ruin the surprise before it starts.

You make quick work of your dress, leaving it in a pile on the floor. You whip your underwear off next then climb onto the bed. You’re not sure how you should sit except that definitely not cross legged because what the fuck is that? Instead, you pull your knees up, then cross your feet for some modesty. You can’t help but bite down on your tongue nervously biting back the slight nausea from the butterflies swirling inside of you. Maybe you should have brought the lingerie you were debating on after all….

Nico emerges from the bathroom, working at the buttons of his shirt.  Your heart leaps into your throat when he comes into your line of sight. He freezes when he sees you.

“Hi.” You whisper, hoping it doesn’t sound as choked as it feels coming out of your mouth.

“Hi.” His smile is modest as his brown gaze strokes along your bare skin.

“I want to have sex.” You blurt quickly. Shit, that was not how you had planned it in your head.

“Are you sure?” He crosses the room instantly, hands gripping your ankles. “I don’t want you to feel pressured by the big night we’ve had.” Nico licks his lips hesitantly.

“I know. But I want to do this with you, right now. I’m so proud of you, Nico. I want us to share this moment together, on this amazing night for you…. For us.”

“I am dying for that. But I need you to be sure.”

“I’m so sure. Think of how many other nights I wasn’t.” He stares into your eyes, pausing for ten more seconds before he leans forward to kiss you. It’s touchingly tender, a sweet press that melts your body. You untangle your limbs, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him close. “I’ll take care of you.” He mumbles, stroking the bare skin of your back. 

“I know, Neeks.” You smile against his mouth, tongue coming out to graze along his bottom lip.

“You kinda already did some of my favorite part though.”

“Oh.. Uh.” You stutter, breaking away. You begin wiggling over to the side of the bed where you dropped your dress to the floor. “I can put it-”

“Baby.” He chuckles, slapping your bare ass. “Stop. We’ll have plenty more moments where I can undress you.” You flip onto your back, his eyes take all of you in, circling around your breasts and then falling to the apex of your thighs. “I was right though, that dress looks better on the floor.” He slides his hand along your stomach, wrapping it around your hip to pull you closer to him. He leans over you. “You know you can back out at anytime?” 

“I do.” You confirm, staring back into his chocolate brown eyes.

“Okay.” 

You and Nico have fooled around plenty, so he knows your turn ons. He starts with your breasts, savoring the soft moans you speak into the air. His fingers stroke your nipples into pointy buds, perfect bullseyes for his mouth to find. His tongue caresses your skin gently causing cascading tingles to spread along your limbs. Then his hand moves down, nudging your thighs apart so he can stroke you. His fingers on your bare skin is a craving you never knew you needed indulged.

His fingerprints paint along your clit, building into a steady circle that has your muscles squeezing tight in your core. Nico kisses your mouth greedily, devouring your lips and tongue like he didn’t just feast at dinner. While he touches you, you grope for the buttons on his shirt to get him naked. He eventually pulls back from you to drag the shirt over his head. His pants go next. When he reaches for the band of his underwear, you stop him. You pull them down his hips and large thighs, groaning at the way his cock bounces free. It slaps against his abdomen then falls into your waiting hand. You wrap him in a tight grip, bringing your face to his throbbing head. 

You’ve never done this for him before, but you’ve imagined it. A lot. Your mouth opens, you swirl your tongue along his head then bob down his shaft until you can’t take him any deeper. Nico’s strangled groan fills your ears. He reaches to your chest, rolling your nipple as you begin to bounce up and down faster.

“Baby, baby, baby. Stop.” Nico begs. You pull off of him immediately, eyes turned downward with worry. “Hey, no, don’t be upset. That feels so fucking good. I’m not gonna make it if you keep going though.” He brings your mouth to his with his fingers under your chin. “Fuck. Couldn’t even tell that was your first time. You’re a pro.” He licks along your lips teasingly. You feel pride stretch your chest, flushing your cheeks with excitement.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for awhile.” You admit as you watch him walk over to his bag. He pulls out a box of condoms.

“Anytime, baby. Except right now because I’m dying to fuck you.” A small moan slips through your lips at the way he says fuck. “I just got tested not that long ago as part of my physical, but I think the first few times we should use condoms.”

“Okay. I’m on the pill.” You remind him.

“I know.” He kisses you, then rips open the box and pulls out a purple wrapper. “I’m not gonna lie, I brought these hoping this would happen.” You like that and reward him with a smooch.

He rips the wrapper open, tossing it onto the floor carelessly. You bite your lip, watching him roll the latex down. You feel like you should look away, but can’t. When he is fully suited, he comes between your knees, adjusting your legs wider t accommodate his body. He kisses you again and you wonder if he can hear the rapid beating of your heart as he adjusts you both for what is next.

“Tell me you’re sure?”

“So sure.” You repeat again. “Have me."

Nico laces your fingers together with his on either side of your head, then slowly begins to press forward. You close your eyes, taking in a measured breath as he gently nudges in, then right back out.

“Okay?” He asks. His breathing is heavy, nostrils flared as he checks on you.

“Yeah.” You nod too. 

He pushes in again, deeper now. This time it’s uncomfortable. He pauses there, leaning down to kiss along your breasts. His tongue slurps at your nipple, pooling warmth in your lower belly. He probes in further as your head falls back. Nico grins when he removes his face from your breast.

“I think you’re gonna like this, baby.” He chuckles, kissing along your jaw, then sucking at your throat as he pushes in to the hilt. Your hands unlace from his, instinctively going to his back. Your finger nails scratch softly at his skin.

“Me too.” You moan back to him. It feels exquisite. Slightly uncomfortable but also the best thing you’ve ever felt. Nico is doing everything to ease any discomfort or tightness. You’re so turned on and eager to feel what the next stage is like.

“Ready for more?” 

“Yeah.” You say back instantly. He smiles fully at you, then drags back so he can begin to leisurely pump in and out. Your breathing hitches again and he slows more, watching your face for any signs of further distress. They’re not there. “I’m good. More, Neeks.” You ask him. He closes his eyes in a long blink and quickens his pace, savoring the feeling of finally having you this way. Your mouth drops open but no sound comes out. You arch your back into his thrusts and he grips your hips, pressing his thumbs into them to pin you back down.

“Take it easy.” He laughs, leaning over you again. “Let me control the pace.”

“Then go faster.” You urge. 

“Why are you chirping me?” His smile presses into your neck.

“Because I want more of you.” You whisper, turning to capture his lips.

Nico begins to fuck you faster. It’s toe curling and intense. The sound of skin connecting fills the hotel room as you writhe beneath his toned body. His hips are perfect tempo setters. You clutch them with your fingers each time, feeling their power as he pumps into you. The whole things is overwhelmingly beautiful. And better than you even imagined it would be.

“I love you.” You say to him. Is that cliche to say during sex? Especially your first time? You’re not sure but know you have to say it. He pauses his thrusting to cup your face, kissing your lips with delicate presses. It’s so intimate, him filling you completely while sliding his tongue along your lower lip.

“I love you too. So much.” He pulls away to look down into your face as his hands glide your legs to wrap around his waist. His hips begin to move again. Goosebumps of pleasure break out down your body at the change in position. 

“Oh… my god.” You moan, thrusting your fingers into his hair and tugging. You turn your face into his cheek, wet mouth sucking his skin. “D-don’t stop.” You quiver with each one of his pumps.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He groans as he keeps the pace. You agree. And tell him so by squeezing him with your orgasm. He follows suit, filling the latex while buried deep inside of you.

Everything slows down after that. Your legs fall slightly from around his waist. Nico breathes heavily above you; your abdomens sticking together from sweat. A light breeze of bliss travels from the top of your head to the tips of your feet. Your heart swells in your chest, feeling so connected to Nico after sharing this moment with him.

“How are you doing?” He asks quietly, face still buried into your shoulder. His hair tickles your skin when he pulls away to see you.

“Good. Great actually.” You insist with a grin. He matches yours with one of his own. He grips the edge of the condom, then slides out of you. You feel empty when he is gone and wonder how quickly you can get him to do this all again. 

“I’ll be right back.” He kisses you, then gets off the bed to head to the bathroom. His bare butt is quite the sight as he walks away. When he returns, he has a washcloth. “This should help with any discomfort.” He lays it between your thighs and you realize it’s warm. You smile at him, reaching your arms up to bring him into your chest. His lips press against your breasts as he nuzzles his face into them. “You might be sore tomorrow.”

“Okay.” You murmur into his hair. He’s so worried about you, wanting to walk you through everything. “So when can we do that again?” Nico chuckles into your skin. He wraps his arms around your back, spinning you both so you’re on top of his chest, looking down at him. Your hair cascades along your shoulder blades and down your spine. His fingers tangle in it there, kind eyes meeting yours.

“Give me 15 minutes and we can go again.” You bite your lip to suppress the wicked grin forming.

Nico Hischier is going to turn you into a freak.

[sga-owns-my-soul]

🔦favourite sga moment involving mcshep or weir x sheppard

okay well. if there's one thing anyone knows about me it's that i'll ship anything and i'm also mcshep trash so 😅 it's going to be too hard to narrow this down to one moment so you're getting my favourite moments

for shepweir, my absolute favourite moment in the show is in the storm/the eye when kolya says elizabeth is dead and john immediately goes from soldier mindset to genocidal rage and literally does not stop moving and killing until he's told elizabeth is still alive 🥰🥰 we love to see it, i WISH a man loved me enough to commit genocide for me omg actual goals 😍 (although the moment in the tower is also really cute at the end when elizabeth's like they didn't offer you king? and johns like i turned that down too and the little SMIRK SHE GIVES HIM OH MY GOD THEYRE ADORABLE FUCK also in epiphany when she's like ooh i like the beard and he's like it's the first to go when i get home ahhhh it's just. idk it's so domestic and so adorable ugh they're too cute)

also for mcshep, every mcshep moment is a good mcshep moment (and i can make pretty much anything mcshep if i try hard enough) but my favourites come down to:

at the end of hide and seek, when rodney is laying on the floor of the gate room and john rushes down and is the first one at his side but his hands are just fluttering around because he doesn't think he's allowed to touch (or maybe he's too scared to, scared of what he'll show if he gets to touch rodney) it's just sooooooooooo and then john saying he passed out bc he's SO PROUD OF RODNEY FOR BEING SO BRAVE FUCK

also in the defiant one, where rodney is clearly shitting a brick, having seen one of his scientist's dead and one dying, and wanting to go join the fight because he's so scared of john being out there alone and something happening to him. rodney is SO brave and it makes me want to scream and cry and chew on the wall when i think about how many huge changes rodney makes simply just because someone gave him a chance and cared about him

also the whole of millers crossing obviously, the fact that john went back to earth with him and being as worried about jeannie, to john talking a man into killing himself, i mean even rodney asking john for permission (even tho he ends up trying to do it anyways, because that's what john would do- sacrifice himself anyways, and rodney's learned from john) just. the entire episode makes me feral

and last but certainly not least, the shrine. my absolute favourite episode of anything ever, what is, in my opinion, the best piece of media ever created in all of human history. the way rodney loses everything but clings to john so desperately, the way john is the one jeannie turns to for comfort, the way john is breaking in every fucking scene, BEER ON THE PIER, god just literally everything about that episode is so insane to me (and david hewlett went so fucking hard that man deserves every damn award omfg) also kind of unrelated but it's my personal headcanon that rodney was saying i love you to john and not jennifer in that video, rodney was just aware enough to know he couldn't say johns name, but that message was for him 100%

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BONUS OF SEASON TWO EPISODE FIFTEEN CONTINUED “a problem of memory”

150. everything else I probably forgot

151. I didn’t have as much to finish as I assumed I would

152. let’s wrap it up!!!!! what I love: seeing Magnus’s vulnerability and opening up about his trauma. it shows growth in Magnus because he doesn’t usually speak about it and it also shows how comfortable and safe he feels with Alec. Harry is so brilliant with showing Magnus’s vulnerability and how much the body switch affected him. and he doesn’t always have to say much “everytime I close my eyes, I can’t get it out of my head” and what I love is the facial expressions. the crying when he tells Alec and the fear he has thinking what if Alec sees me like everyone else does? and I know I say this all the time but it really is subtle. Harry and Matt are the best actors on the show (I’m sorry it’s a fact) and they excel so much with just their facial expressions. they don’t have to say anything because you can see it on their faces Malec Magnus Alec 10/10

I love Alec being supportive and just trying to do what he thinks Magnus wants. it’s not about what Alec wants but what he thinks Magnus would want. he thinks Magnus needs space so he doesn’t want to push. and then he gets the reminder from Izzy to actually push, and so he stands his ground. Alec constantly telling Magnus you’re beautiful and I love you in so many ways. Alec and Magnus were absolutely perfect in this episode. seriously give Harry and Matt all the awards. I couldn’t have asked for more from them

and they always draw you in with parallels. there are so many Malec parallels throughout the seasons. it’s so thoughtful of the effort Harry and Matt put in for Malec

Simon has some great scenes as well showcasing how heartbroken he is. and it’s the first time we actually see him lose control. he’s a downworlder and that comes with new territory. I didn’t like how the show made his transformation as quick and smooth as possible but I did like how they took his heartbreak and Simon not being in control. his anguish with clary and also knowing he didn’t kill Heidi were wonderfully done

fake Sebastian gets a shoutout as well. if you’ve never read the books or watched the show, you may actually be fooled by him. fooling Alec in my opinion is almost impossible. Alec actually uses his brain and when something feels off, he makes that known. so the fact that jonathon so easily infiltrates the place and wins Alec over is huge. I’m always in awe of Will Tudor and his acting. how he perfectly portrays the emotion of finally getting revenge on Valentine while also disposing of the real Sebastian so no traces are left. the show did what they never could do for the books and that’s make you a bit sympathetic to Jonathan. I’ve always hated the books and I especially hate how CC thought we needed to see sexual assault just to show how evil someone is and then show them dying and trying to make us feel bad for him. I’m so glad the show doesn’t do that.

I also love Izzy’s scenes. it’s refreshing to see her happy and moving on from the yin fein. I couldn’t think of anyone else to put in charge of portaling Valentine though than Izzy. she shows great command and it’s growth from season one where Maryse has no patience and faith in Izzy.

also big on the Raphael stuff. he has every reason to want to be a daylighter and I’ll never understand Simon protecting jace. maybe I’m petty but I wouldn’t. Raphael is always beautiful in every light and I love him. Raphael is so kind and helpful- he’s always helping downworlders especially his own clan even if they don’t help him back. Raphael will always have your back

153. what I don’t like- it really irks me that clary won’t leave Simon alone. she broke his heart, made Simon feel that she didn’t love him as much as he did, and then won’t leave him alone. I do understand she worries about him but stop being around him 24/7. the man needs space. and it’s funny how she’s avoiding Jace and saying basically hey leave me alone but she won’t give that same respect to Simon. what I can’t stand about clary (many things) is that everything is on her own terms. she’s got to have everything the way she sees fit. which is actually why she and jace are perfect together because there both toxic and self conceited

154. I honestly think the clary stuff is the only thing that I can’t stand. and I wasn’t moved or had any feelings about jace and valentine scenes. I’m sorry but I can’t care about it lmaooo and also- would have loved to see the Magnus storyline fleshed out more and longer

and would have loved to see more aline. we have Ollie but we need more lesbian representation. it would have been nice to see aline and Helen together more

155. so for this episode, it’s got to be about a 8.7. I think it’s great with the Malec content but with clary being insufferable, it brings it down some points

so 155 was the number for episode 15!!!!!! thank you for joining we love seeing Magnus trauma dump and seeing Alec being the most supporting boyfriend ever and get the fuck away clary we hate you discussion post!!!!! next up is 2x16 and while I’m sad we don’t get any Magnus at all, his absence is duly noted and people still can’t help bringing him up. and I love Alec putting Robert in his place so see y’all soon

[limeade-l3sbian]

Some time ago, before I cut contact with my dad, I would often contemplate his mindset. Not of why he was so lackluster in all manners of fatherhood but about his unbiased, objective few of me as a girl and, now, a woman.

On some obligatory level, I know my dad loves me. I think his perspective of what makes someone a “good Christian” demands this of him. And in a small percentage of the time we spent together, he might love me for the child he knew. And to hear that a father loses interest in his daughter when she grows up/develops the ability to defy and to think is not a new experience. There were telltale signs of it coming so I was fully prepared. But I expected a casual indifference when we got to the point we are now. He would lie about me to the family and retain his desperate image of a father “trying his best.” Like I said, I saw it coming years before.

But it didn't really play like that. Because while he definitely began to detach, there was this frustration and rage in his eyes when he spoke to me. When I called him out. When I didn't just shrug off what he said. He was so angry when I threatened to stop talking to him for a while and followed through. As a child, he couldn't understand why I chose to live with my mom in a homeless shelter over staying with him and his now ex-wife. And there are a handful of family facts and personal history that I won't just spill but I know for a fact play a part in this. I was more interested in his objective perspective of me, like I said.

And to be frank? My dad loves me in a very superficial way, but in no way likes me. My family is the type that say “blood is thicker than water” no matter what. Generations of abuse and neglect founded on the back of “respect” that is inherited rather than earned. My mom was the first to make me challenge that, and I think my dad resents her for that to this day. 

When I was younger, I considered him cool. Especially since he seemed supportive of my feminist ideology that I garnered very early on by just being with my mom. My thoughts then and now? How can a woman's place only be by a man's side when my mom has given me as much of the world as she can without one? I just wasn't buying. But he always told me he wanted me to be independent and strong. So I can give him that credit. No one in my life ever told me I couldn't be whatever I wanted to be, and that is a real blessing I don't take lightly.

But his support had a veil of contrasting expectations. I didn't have to wear makeup…but I should have my hair pressed or braided. I could wear pants instead of skirts…but you need to ask your mom to teach you how to shave. The role models he thrusted upon me were strong figures still deeply layered under a presentation that was appealing, especially to him. To him, they were still “women.” Strong but ever willing to submit. 

And his support always came with imaginings. When I inevitably became rich, he would joke that I could get him things. When I won a writing award as a kid, he didn't drive me home for twenty minutes until he finished boasting to his friend about me. He thought I was the most intelligent person he'd ever met. If I could just stop being so disagreeable and more presentable then the world would be my oyster.

And as an adult, hearing him speak, I could finally understand why my average intelligence seemed like such a world shattering achievement. Because to my father, I was intelligent in spite of being born female. I immediately thought back to all his interactions with women. How they were either dismissive or lewd. How he rolled his eyes when my stepmom would demand basic respect from him. And I'd laugh with him. [Go ahead and insert infamous quote about how it will not save the daughter.]

His perception of women was secondary. Adam's rib. He wanted to raise me as Eve and felt (and feels) cursed that he was bound by blood to Lilith. And the only Christian thing to do is spend the rest of his life trying to change me. And when I came out, that thin smile of support from him told me that he felt his ability to control not just slipping, but being yanked. I did not recognize men as authority. His only card he had and has left is that we are bound forever by blood.

But I don't care about blood. The water of strangers and women in my life and in this community has carried me further in life than blood ever has or, at this point, ever will. 

[midnight--sadness]

(k-pop idol AU anon) hewwo~ i'm back again ◝(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) ◜♡ first of all, YES TO GEUMJA BEING GIHUN'S MANAGER. YOUR GALAXY BRAIN! I LOVE IT! and you know youngsik said this in an interview and none of his bandmates believed him... you mean it's such a small world, that his mom was thee gihun's manager? sure, pal. but once he's proven right he will never shut up about it hahaha! oh and back then when geumja found out that her husband was cheating on her, you know gihun would 100% support her in beating up that good for nothing man ৻(  •̀ ᗜ •́  ৻)

secondly, yes yes yes inho as a rapper! r&b and rap is an iconic duo. inhun giving aaliyah & dmx vibes~ anyways, let's continue where we left off~ ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

i don't think inhun would be able to make things official during their tour. yeah they do feel the love and find comfort in each other, however everytime they're about to confess they're always interrupted by ilnam, the assistants, fans, or the stage crew. it saddens them both, but the show must go on... (˶˃⤙˂˶)

after this, gihun and inho try to keep contact as much as they can! this is the 90's so they have payphones or pagers/beepers. they can't meet in person because of the crazy paparazzi, and also the reputation of the record label must always be in focus. they feel very frustrated over having  to repress their feelings. on top of all that, inho feels like he's going crazy whenever a award show host or a backup dancer gets way too close or comfortable with gihun. "unhand him, you heathens." he seethes (҂ `A´) ︻╦̵̵̿╤──. inho knows they're not even in a relationship, but that doesn't mean anyone can put their filthy paws on the world's most precious pearl named gihun. though... it appears that the heavens might have blessed them with a rare chance to finally see each other.

both guys were in the same building for song writing sessions and meetings, but they were in different rooms. they had no idea about this until they saw each other in the hallway. inho and gihun had to practically beg ilnam and geumja to let them spend at least 25 minutes together, they promise that nobody will know. inho and gihun brought up that if they can't get to release their pent up energies, it will impact their performances and the label's profits negatively. that's how the music executive and the manager agreed to let the two of them be for a while and do their thing lol

cue makeout session in a secluded corner ( ∩��͈ ᐜ `͈∩) inho holding on to gihun's waist for dear life, afraid of losing him again. whilst kissing they finally reveal to each their true feelings, a heavy weight lifting off their chests. they're boyfriends now! ♡〜٩( ˃▿˂ )۶〜♡ inho's hand travels down to gihun's crotch area, delighted to find his soft mound and getting to feel the puffy folds. right now they don't have much time and can't get too messy because of their schedules, but they're more than satisfied with almost devouring each other and handjobs. one day they will finally get to go on a short hiatus and take weeks off everything. they will find a private soundproof room and have marathon sex all day all night ( • ᴗ - ) ✧ gihun would still have to take birth control pills though, just to be safe.

but before that happens! they're making hits after hits, their little intimate session in the building proved to make them better at their job. they were glowing, too.

meow (≽^•⩊•^≼) tune in for part 3 in which it will be about gihun announcing his retirement from music  industry in 2011-ish, followed by inho doing the same, them revealing their relationship to the world, and present day with our fave boygroup & girlgroup~

(also dw junho and inho's stepmom are very proud of inho, & so is gihun's mom. she points at the tv and smiles widely telling everyone; "that's my baby!")

STOP AS SOON AS U SAID THAT GIHUN WAS SINGING 90S R&B I IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT OF AALIYAH!!! 😭😭😭

ahh i'm glad u liked it!!! 🫶💖 and omggg everything abt this is amazing, i loooooooove it 💖

inhun being in a secret AND forbidden relationship???? 😩

I CAN'T WAIT FOR PART 3!!!!! 😖😖 giggling and kicking my feet

[chock-and-bates]

Hi! First of all, just saying that you are an incredible writer. I’m relatively new to the F1 lore; I’ve watched the races since I was a kid, but not really with much passion. I think the last one I watched before the pandemic was a while ago, until I saw Charles "the Sun of Maranello" Leclerc winning in Austin at a restaurant. That’s when I fell hard for this little menace—not in a sexual way, but more in the sense that I’m completely endeared by him. He gives me the same rollercoaster of emotions I felt as a kid reading the last Harry Potter book... you know? That point when you want Harry to win so badly because the kid has suffered enough. The same goes for Il Predestinato—I need him to win more than I think is healthy, considering I don’t really know him and he’s a stranger, but god, he has my heart.

Anyway, since November, I discovered Lestappen, and you are one of the best pillars for me. Your Max (a total heartthrob) is EVERYTHING I want for Charles. I’m in love with the love your Max has for your Charles (who is a total babe), so THANK YOU for your gift.

Now, regarding the game (which is why I’m writing this)… I’m really intrigued by "miserable man (that does what he can)" because the narrative has always been that Max is going to retire first. However, if I think about it, Charles drives for his papa and for Jules (even Anthoine) more than he drives for himself. I feel like, of all the drivers, he carries the most self-imposed weight on his shoulders because there is a legacy (Jules) and a promise (papa), and I even feel like he feels guilty for making his parents favor his career over Arthur’s. So when you put all that weight on his plate… if Charles wins a single WDC, and if it costs him too much in terms of his mental health, he’ll leave. He’ll fulfill his promise and leave. I know he’s the hungriest on the grid right now, but I don’t know… I think now that he has other hobbies, he might take a step back and leave the narrative behind... dissapear for a year, buy a studio in Paris and produce award winning albums with Sofiane and maybe come back for Le Mans with his pal Tonio.

Sorry, just rambling. You’re amazing! Bye!

I need to thank you for this amazing, insightful ask because I had a terrible afternoon at work and then I read this and started grinning. Thank you!!! Please stop by and ramble any time.

You GET exactly where I'm coming from with Charles, and that makes me so happy. I can't remember exactly what inspired this fic, but I realized that I could actually see Charles potentially pulling a Nico and retiring after winning a WDC for exactly the reasons that you laid out above. I like flipping around narratives, and everyone always assumes Max will retire first, but WHAT IF Charles beat him to it? There aren't many fics that explore that (though I believe there are some out there), so I wanted to take a stab at it- I think it would be really interesting to see Max deal with losing his longest rival, especially if Max also assumed he would retire first..

Anyways!!! The fic is based around the five stages of grief and the following quote- "I am afraid I will love you forever, and we will never be in the same room again." (Clementine von Radics)

I don't have a good snippet yet, but here's some dialogue from an early section:

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought about it," Charles paused, suddenly looking hesitant, "I wanted to, actually. But… I didn’t even tell Pierre or Seb. I didn’t know how to explain that I told you and not them...”

[ad0rechuu]

★ MILKY WAY. ━━ (00i) psh route: peruvian lilies

WORD COUNT. 701

WARNINGS. a bit emotional but overal pure fluff

credits to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <33

YOU SEE HIM. AND YOU KNOW HE SEES YOU TOO BY THE WAY HIS EYES WIDEN WHEN HE MEET YOURS.

All the contestants had packed the stage for the award ceremony. Ateez stood pretty far away from the crowds eyes, unintentionally shielding you from their vision.

None of them had spotted you until they were announced as the winners of the silver prize. Yeosang somehow saw your figure in the hoards of people, waving with excitement.

The seemingly innocent action also brought you into his view.

His heart stopped when he sees you in the crowd, looking as radiant as always.

Paying attention to the announcer as he gave them second place was probably the polite thing to do, but he didn’t hear a word. The only thing on Park Seonghwa’s mind was you.

Ten minutes later, he was shaken out of his thoughts by the audience cheering and clapping for everyone as the tired dancers slowly started to leave the stage.

He starts to grow anxious when he notices how slowly the line moves, especially when you stand up and start walking to the exit.

The urge to follow you is running high, he looks around erratically when he meets San’s and Mingi’s knowing gazes. None of them say anything, but the comforting smiles they give him is enough for Seonghwa to give into his urges.

He earns some weird looks as he sprints past the people lining up to get out, but he can hardly be bothered by them as he turns the corner to reach the audience area.

Looking around for you, he feels panic start to bubble up when he doesn’t spot the familiar face.

Did you already leave?

Did you despise him?

Did he lose his chance forever?

He doubles over panting to catch his break. The spontaneous amount of running after dancing is finally catching up to his body.

A hand softly pats his back, startling him. Seonghwa quickly turns around at the action.

Only to see you, big-eyed, staring back at him. All the words that he had rehearsed in his head leave at once and his cheeks turn a rosy color.

“I-I thought you left.” Seonghwa casts his gaze downward, awkwardly rubbing his neck.

A bouquet of pink-white flowers come into his line of view, held up by your hand.

“I saw this guy selling these flowers outside so I went to get you some.” You shrug.

“Me!?” He gasps, probably louder than intended. You nod, giggling at the boy in front of you.

“Yeah, they’re called Peruvian Lilies!” You say before also looking down shyly. “They reminded me of you.”

Park Seonghwa is, in most cases, a patient and careful man. But this is enough for him to take a chance because selfishly, he can’t wait any more.

In one hand he takes the Peruvian Lilies and takes your hand gently in the other.

“Can we talk somewhere a little more private?”

You agree and he leads you out of the venue, to a semi-secluded spot outside.

Once outside, he drops your hand and turns with his back towards you, clutching the plants in nervousness.

“Look, Yn, I— actually, uh… I have feeling— I’m sorry, but…”

“I love you.”

Seonghwa turns around.

“You love me?”

“I do.”

“Love?”

“Love.”

“..I love you too.”

Seonghwa's eyes start to fill up with tears at your exchange, and he wraps his arms around you tightly, resting his head on your shoulder. The pink locks tickle your jaw as you return his actions.

He pulls away and cups your cheeks, his thumbs going in circular motions over your cheekbones and his forehead resting against yours.

You know from the way his eyes keep wandering to your lips that he’s thinking the same thing.

Closing the little space between the two of you, your lips meet each other in a soft exchange. Though it's only the first time, it's as if you've been doing it for forever.

After a while you pull away breathlessly, neither of you say anything. The humongous smiles on your face say enough as you're wrapped in each other's warm embraces.

Just Seonghwa, you, and the Peruvian Lilies.

You found your Milky Way.

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NOTES. fun fact! peruvian lilies are related to stars and to the planet mars ^_~ also please comment your fav hwa moment of this fic

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