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dreamauri · 8 months

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♪ — 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗦 - part five charles leclerc x fem! driver! reader (fluff) “… forgetting is troublesome especially when you used to be enemies.”

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"What's been taking you so long?" You heard Charles whine as you stepped out of the washroom. "My eye hurts." You explained, moving over to him while rubbing your eyes.

"No- don't touch it." He pulled you to sit on his lap, praying your hand from your eye gently. "Let me see." He held your chin, leaning closer to take a look.

After a few good minutes of investigation, Charles was able to brush out the eyelash that made you uncomfortable. "No 'thank you' for the best husband in the world?" He chuckled, watching you lean on his chest and snuggle into him.

"My ego is too big for that." You joked laying your head on his shoulder. Charles shook his head, returning to the crossword puzzle he was doing.

"Thank you." You whispered as if you didn't want him to hear. You gave a soft kiss on his cheek before falling asleep in his arms.

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You kept a baseball cap on as you traveled through the airport. Your disguise was good enough now that your hair was in a common style. As for Charles, who decided not to hide, has been stopped multiple times for pictures and autographs.

You tried to avoid people for the most part, but you photo bombed the pictures from time to time. Charles would crack a laugh after feeling you come up from behind him and lean an elbow on his shoulder.

You couldn't help but giggle deeply to yourself upon watching Charles pull out a pair of glasses to read some papers and documents. "Never knew I was married to spectacles." You teased him.

"You didn't even know you were married." Charles replied amused with his eyebrows raised, holding out the box to show you where your own pair of rimless glasses waited. "Touché." You chest vibrated with giggles as you held his hand to continue your walk out of the port.

Instead, Charles wrapped his arm around your waist pressing a kiss to your temple. "We could see what's to love about that Tim Hortons guy before we go to the circuit." He offered.

You nodded quickly, walking faster and pulling him along. "Can you get me that coffee I liked?" He liked the way you smiled up at him. It felt like the old times.

You ran into a few more of your fans. Charles had to stand by, watching you closely while you took pictures or shared hugs. "Psst, Charles." He hummed, leaning down so you could whisper in his ear. "What does my autograph look like?"

He could help but laugh quietly, shrugging. "I'm going to have to make a new one on the spot, if you don't mind." You told a fan shyly who just urged you to go on.

You actually liked the signature. You took a photo so you could practice later. When you were finally able to get a cab, you went to the hotel where you dropped off your stuff before opening Google maps for the closest red Café.

"What do you think that is?" You pointed the distant green field aside. "Might be a golf course. You want to check it out later?" "Later." You nodded.

You held open the door when you did eventually get to Tim's. Charles wiggled his eyebrows as he entered first, choosing a table somewhere at the back.

You sat next to Charles, both of you snuggled into each other as you scrolled through tiktok. "Wait, do I have my own account?" You pressed on his icon to see his following. And yes, you did. The content you posted was more centered about your personal life outside of F1.

"Is that you?" You pressed on the video. You were secretly filming Charles and your brother while they tried to play “just dance”. You found yourself cracking up, closing the app and opening instagram instead.

Charles opened the discover tab, pulling out your .jpg account. Your jaw dropped at the husband centered account. "Am I your personal photographer? And what is this username?" You chuckled while scrolling through some of the pictures. "I like him. He's very cute don't you think?"

"Haha." Charles laughed pushing the phone away. You chuckled watching him get up to order your drinks.

You found a few pictures of your friends like Lando or Alex, Carlos and Max at times as well. But the account was mostly centered around you and Charles. You felt jealous. The two of you looked happy and close, like true soulmates.

You never thought about having such a life, nevertheless with Charles. "What are you thinking about?" You leaned your hand on your palm looking up at the brunette. "Can you tell me more about us?"

Charles smiled like a puppy, sitting back down and wrapping his arm around your waist. You listened intently as he shared a few stories from your adventures of living together.

"What about our wedding?" You held his hand as you sipped the chocolate latte, swinging your hand as you balanced on the sidewalk, walking back to the hotel. "Or wedding hmmm . . ." Charles pretended to think, raising an eyebrow in thought.

"You don't remember our wedding?" You gasped in offense, putting a hand on your heart. "I do, I do. You know I'm joking." You laughed with him as he pulled you in a side hug, kissing the top of your head.

"Our wedding was . . . Peaceful. Just us. It was quite a rash decision to get married, but the best one we've ever made. It was January in Tuscany 2019." You listened closely as you entered the hotel, making a B-line to the elevator.

"You wore a cute little white dress and we had a little cake just for us. It was the winter break so we could eat all we wanted and mess around as we liked."

Charles nuzzles his nose in your neck with a faint giggle, tickling you. He pressed the button to the lift. "We had a little dance just me and you, in the backyard." "I remember that." You murmured quietly.

"- ---- ---." He sang quietly, one hand on your back the other in your hand as you swayed together. His smile was wide as he twirled and spined you.

You could still vaguely feel your bare feet on the grass and his cold hands in yours. You don't remember the words to the song, but bits and pieces from the melody.

You hummed what you could salvage from your memory. Charles felt his back relax. And just like in the memory, he held your back and hand.

"It's our favorite song," he reminded you before beginning to sway with you. Just two idiots, dangerously in love, dancing in an elevator.

"I love you." He began to sing, clearing his voice once he heard you giggle at him. "For sentimental reasons. I've given you my my my my heart. Given you my heart because mmm love you. And you alone were meant for me. Please give your loving heart to me, and say we'll never part."

You giggled silently as he twirled you before pulling you close and leaning down for a passionate kiss.

"I think about you every-"

Ding!

You both froze looking at the elevator doors which opened slowly revealing an awkward Bottas who pursed his lips at the sight of you and Charles waltzing in a 8x8 elevator. No one moved a muscle for a few minutes until the doors closed.

You and Charles looked at each other before bursting out in laughter. He held your hand as he pulled you back to the hotel room. You hugged Charles' back as he unlocked the door.

You saw Gorge Russell pull his door open to see the source of noise, only to wave and flip you off. You could feel yourself fall over and wheeze on the floor as Charles pulled you in the room from your ankles ( the same way criminals drag around a dead body ).

Charles fell on the floor beside you, laughing with you.

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You walked out the kitchenette, listening to Lando scold Charles over the phone about how your laughter woke him up from across the hall.

"We're sorry, Lando." You sat beside your husband as Charles apologized for the millionth time.

"You guys were so loud! And I needed my sleep before today! How am I going to deal with all these annoying reporters?!" "How about you get over it and actually catch sleep before we have to go." You butted in before saying a quick bye and pressing the red button.

"You are free of Landito." You patted Charles lap before laying your head on. He brushed your hair gently, smiling down at you. "I wanna shower." You got up walking to the washroom, pulling your shirt off.

"Join me?" His smile widened as he followed you, hopping out of his pants and pulling off his shirt, eventually pinning you on the shower wall.

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"How are we feeling for Sunday?" "Absolutely Exhausted." You chuckled, leaning back into the couch. "Charles dragged me through an hour of hair care routine, I'm not letting him touch my hair again."

"But it's fluffy and shiny." Charles from across the couch leaned forward to look at you. "I could've taken a nap in that amount of time." You countered. "If you did take a nap, you'd be all tired and lazy. Plus we needed to shower that long flight off."

"I could've had a short shower in the motorhome." You went back and forth with the audience of reporters laughing amused and entertained.

"I'm not losing this round." You chuckled getting up and sitting on Charles lap instead. Lando who had been sitting beside him looked unamused and traumatized.

The press conference continued with you holding the mic for Charles because he had his arms wrapped around your stomach. "Two questions to Y/N. How comfortable is your seat and how do you-" the room broke out in laughter upon hearing the question.

"My seat is very fluffy and comfortable." You answered wiggling around Charles' lap happily. "You'd think it'll all be hard muscle but it's really fluffy and soft."

"Way to make a man feel single, Y/N." Lando tsked, making you stick your tongue out at him.

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You sat in your car, snuggling into the seat you've come to love for about thirty minutes now. "This always feels so heavenly." You hummed in satisfaction, watching Charles talk with a few engineers and mechanics before he came over.

"You ready for the media pen?" You held your hands upwards, gesturing for him to carry you. Charles chuckled, reaching down and lifting you up. God dang he was strong, holding you up from your thighs and walking around with you.

"You're so cute." You whispered in his ear. "Too cute. I wanna squeeze you." You and him shared a quiet laugh. You listened to him chat with his PR on the walk, laying your shoulder on his head bored.

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voice notes 🔊 . . . ( just a nice short one, more fluff. next one is going to be rough )

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morbidology · 2 months

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On the 27th of January, 2008, Penny Boudreau and her 12-year-old daughter, Karissa, went to a local grocery store in Bridgewater, Nova Scotia, Canada. As Karissa sat in the car, Penny called her boyfriend, Vernon Macumber, and told him that Karissa was missing.

Following the call, Penny climbed back into the car and drove Karissa to a quiet roadside and ordered her out of the car. Penny pushed her only child to the ground and wrapped a piece of twine around her hands and neck and began to pull as tightly as possible. “Mommy, don’t,” were Karissa’s last words but Penny ignored her and continued to strangle her.

When Karissa’s heaving gasps stopped, Penny loaded her lifeless body in the trunk of the car. She then drove to Tim Hortons to throw out the incriminating twine before dumping Karissa’s body by the LaHarte River. Penny then reported Karissa reported missing as a snowstorm swept into the region. She claimed Karissa vanished while she was in the grocery store.

On two separate occasions, Penny appealed to the public for help in finding her daughter as search crews scoured the area. “I just want you to come home,” she pleaded. “We all love you, Karissa. I love you.”

On the 9th of February, a passerby stumbled across Karissa’s body. The autopsy showed that Karissa had been murdered and investigators soon announced that the murder was an isolated incident, meaning it wasn't the work of a stranger.

In June of the same year, Penny was finally arrested after confessing to the murder to an undercover officer. “Investigators feel there was only one person responsible for this homicide,” said Chief Brent Cowhurst.

Following her arrest, Penny finally offered up a chilling motive for the murder of her only child. She said that her boyfriend, Vernon Macumber, had given her an ultimatum for their relationship to survive. He said that she had to pick between him or her daughter. Penny told an officer that she “would do anything for Vernon and the thought of losing him was harder than the thought of losing her daughter.”

Penny Bordreau pleaded guilty to the lesser charge of second degree murder and received a life sentence. She must serve 20 years before applying for parole. In 2018, she was granted four escorted leaves to attend church services.

Vernon was found to not be involved in the murder and maintained he hadn’t offered an ultimatum and instead had suggested that something needed to be done about the constant arguing between Penny and Karissa.

#true crime #true crime community

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equallyshaw · 4 months

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connor x kailey hughes au thoughts (:

↳ Hughes edition !

↳ 5/?

↳ au masterlist.

kailey x quinn:

besides luke, these two are the closest

kailey looks up to him and has always wanted to do right by him

constantly trying to prove herself but does not realize that just by being her is enough

and that he will always be proud of her

when the boys used to play hockey growing up, he would always be on her team, even when jack and luke would complain

he just wanted to protect her from the roughhousing their brothers did and wanted her to have a chance at scoring because we know damn well jack wanted to score 24/7 and so would luke when he was paired with her

he took piano lessons alongside her before she quit (she thought it was stupid- explained a bit in the finale blurb)

she always felt less her siblings because she didn't choose skating or hockey, but quinn has consistently told her and showed her that choosing a non-ice sport was more than okay

reassures her that she chose soccer and lacrosse for a reason, those were her two callings.

when they moved to the states after a stint in canada, even though he was about 30 minutes away in ann arbor for college, he was there to drop her off for her first day of highschool

took her to get a tim hortons hot chocolate on a 85 degree day, but it made her feel more comfortable being in a new place

because he was in ann arbor for two years before going to canada, he was there as much as he could be physically

she had a hard time in highschool with bullies and when he'd hear that she'd had a bad day, he'd come home for a bit or the day and they'd spend time together. just the two of them

when he moved to vancouver to play professionally, it was really hard on kailey

she took it the hardest because her biggest supporter and best friend, behind their parents was going to be further away

though whenever he had a chance, he'd call and text. he even flew her out for breaks through the year so they could spend time together

when she got into michigan, he was on facetime with her and he completely lost it

he was jumping and screaming, and all he wanted to do was give her the biggest hug (which he did once he came home)

throughout her four years, he still constantly checked in, making sure her classes and her friend group was doing well

him and jack paid (generously) for her study abroad and semester at sea, even though she tried protesting

but he wanted to give her the opportunity to explore and study around the world, something he'd wanted to do even though he made the decision to leave for the NHL

when her and connor began to date, he never had an issue with it because he could see how much he loved his baby sister

so when they they've been together for about 10 months, quinn ofcourse does his big brother speech when he flies out to vancouver for a game.

connor appreciated it and respected it because of how much kailey talked about quinn, and he knew right away how much she respected her older brother

connor and quinn became thick as thieves at one point

quinn was the first one off of his seat, when she walked the stage at michigan for her graduation

he cheered the loudest, as she waved towards her family

after connor broke up with her right after graduation and while all of her brothers are in the playoffs, he offers to fly her up to him

she declines, but once the season is over he gets a little time to see her before she heads off to california for a few months

definitely doesn't like her being in trevor land but pushes his grief aside for him, to make sure that trevor keeps tabs on the girl

he didn't see her until training camp, when she came to vancouver for a week to visit with him

the two fall back into a familiar and comforting routine, and he's just speechless with how much shes grown over the past few months, understands now- how time, freedom and the sea can do

Kailey x Jack:

as kids they never got really along, they were so alike, it hurt

constantly bickering, butting heads, and hitting each other with hockey sticks

once they got into such a bad fight, ellen had to pry away a skate from kailey because she was about to start running after jack after he called her ugly (be honest, we have all had a dangerous fight with our siblings at one point lol)

yeah, ellen had to put herself in between these two a lot !

jack is somewhat of a sensitive topic for her even to this day, just because after they moved to michigan he wanted nothing to do with her. that's why when they moved, quinn stepped up and tried extra hard and wanted to fill that void a bit

despite kailey being a few years younger than jack, she never let that be an issue

despite them not getting along, they still went to each other things. if not, ellen would throw a fit and call either one of them a 'dummy' if they didn't go (endearingly ofc)

during highschool her and jack rarely spoke to one another, and at one point kailey believed that jack didn't think of her as her sibling. just another roommate

when he left for jersey, she felt like she could breathe a lot more and when she got into michigan, she finally could be herself

during her time at michigan, with luke ofcourse, that's when her and jack started to talk a bit more. just because of how much luke talked to him and quinn.

shed walk into the hockey house, unannounced, and would open his bedroom door without a care in the world and plop down next to him. if she was feeling sad, lonely, bored or just wanted to annoy him- she'd pop on over

while she was at michigan, it didn't take a lot of convincing from quinn to help pay for her study abroad and semester at sea

after a long heart-to-heart with quinn, jack realized how much shit he'd done and believed that this was a peace offering for everything

but kailey doesn't care about how much jack can buy her, she just wants a relationship with him- not his credit card.

obviously when jack finds out about connor, he goes ballistic

he doesn't want her dating him, let alone any guy

he softens up a bit when connor and kailey hit the one year mark

her and jack continue to work on their relationship but its still rockey

then after connor breaks up with her after graduation, jack has to hold his tongue back by not saying, "i told you so." but jack is jack and he says it in his own way

so when she goes off to california, she cuts jack off and the last thing she said to him was 'fuck you'

the two don't really speak to one another until connor comes back into the hughes' life and the two siblings have a heart-to-heart on vacation in europe (finale blurb)

despite jack and her having a rocky relationship, he would do anything for her

he would go above and beyond if she needed him too, (i might do a blurb on his pov during those lost years)

he would drop everything at a moment's notice if she needed him or his help

Kailey x Luke

besties

besties for the rest

irish twins

known as "the twins" by family and friends

luke would go above and beyond for 'his' kails

they bonded a lot as kids over their anxiety of not fitting into the hughes dynasty

besides quinn, she goes to him A LOT

during highschool he'd walk her to class, wait for her practices to be over if he didn't have practice or he'd come and pick her up so she didn't have to take the bus home or drive with a teammate.

he knew that at some point he'd be leaving for the show too, so he wanted to make as many memories with her beforehand

when she got into michigan while he was a freshman, he was over the moon

he was so ecstatic and excited for her to be with him

he invited to everything, so she'd never be alone (this was pre sorority and pre friend group)

the michigan boys fully welcomed her into the hockey family, and considered her an honorary member of the team

they'd like to joke that they liked her better than luke, which she always rubbed in his face - endearingly ofc

kailey has test anxiety, and so during her first semester, luke and her would spend hours testing her on her courses. he'd even started to read and watch videos on her course subjects, so he could really help her out

while he did this, she helped him on all of his papers- because lets be honest, she's the best writer out of the four

luke goes to her for all of his girl questions, which she loves

her and luke rarely fight, and if they do- it's serious and has been something that has been weighing on eachother's minds for a bit

when her and connor got together after new years, luke could tell something was different

she seemed happier and more distant. whenever they were on facetime, it always seemed like her mind was somewhere and sometimes, she'd be in a different location and seemed like somebody was there with her

was not shocked that she had a boyfriend when she told him right after she broke up with connor

he took to connor extremely quickly when they got back together

once they got back together, and before he left for jersey (first breakup was for about 4 months (july-nov)) he would butt in on connor and kailey's facetimes.

he loves seeing his sister be absolutely head over heels for this boy (even if he is a hockey player lol)

he hated seeing her be miserable over that summer

but when connor breaks up up with her, he's absoluetly heart broken. he'd considered connor to be apart of the family at that point

and he made it his mission to give connor hell once they played again next season

luke hated seeing kailey leave for california

he's upset that the twins wont be togther anymore ):

and that they wont get their day together, well not in michigan atleast. he'd have to come out to see her

and he did, and that was after her and brendan got together. besides trevor finding out, luke found out by accident but didnt say anything

he realized that once she came out after new years, after her breakup with brendan, that something was different

she was happier, happier than she'd been for a few months

he quickly suspected that she saw a certian someone in chicago for new years

and he didnt have to ask for confirmation and let it be

was happy when connor showed up on their family vacation that summer

he was happy and excited to have his buddy back, even if connor was just an extension of kailey

but basically, if kailey is happy - luke is happy. if shes sad, luke is sad.

luke basically feels everything that kailey does, as if they were truly twins

ellen always said that they were even if they were less than a year apart

kailey x the brothers

despite jack's rocky relationship with kailey, all four of them are extremely close after kailey begins college and finishes it

had a close childhood in toronto and new hampshire, but ofc when they come to michigan it falls apart

ellen and jim are at a loss for words not understanding what happened, but it was hockey that happened :/

the brothers are her best friends and biggest cheerleader

when she got her dream school in chicago for her masters, they were the first one's she called and put on facetime

kailey x ellen

this is her girl

ellen is kailey's best friend forever

ellen was her biggest supporter with her sport of choices, and was there every game come hell or highwater

ellen made her feel loved and adored when kailey realized early on that iceskates and her do not mix well

ellen did everything in power, i mean everything. made sure she tried every instrument alive, settled on piano before jack called it stupid and therefore, she quit despite quinn joining her

she tried musicals and then realized that she couldn't sing that well, tried dance and gymnastic and realized how bad her balance was and how uncoordinated she was

ellen was beaming when she found soccer and lacrosse, and when kailey came home declaring that she'd found her passion and outlet, ellen and jim were overjoyed

ellen was terrified to let her go off to study abroad and semester at sea, but she promised to call everyday. and it took quinn and jim convincing her that everything would be ok

ellen was the first one in the family to know about to connor, about two months after dating

she came home for spring break and called/texted him all day every day - it was hard for ellen to not notice. she even tried not to pry or make kailey uncomfortable with questions

knew from the very moment she met connor a few weeks later, after coming to visit kailey for the weekend, that he was the one

even after they broke up the first and second time, she knew they'd get back together

and she most certainly knew that her and brendan were never gonna last...call it a mothers intuition lol

treated and treats connor like one of her sons

kailey x jim:

that's his girl

the two bond over everything not related to hockey

one of her biggest cheerleaders

the two even joined a fathers - daughter group when they were in toronto and spent two nights a week, the majority of the time if his schedule allowed (like Girl Scouts!)

growing up, he would in advance take off games for father daughter dances and other special events that she would take part in

jim shows her how every girl should be treated

lays a hard and sturdy foundation for the girl that would rivel any guy in the future

only connor comes somewhat close to it

while she's at school, he pops in and out, making sure to spend an afternoon with her here and there

for valentines day he will either send her flowers or will pick her up for a brunch, and give her flowers there

jim was always there to give her a hug after a long day during highschool

he was always there to take her mind off of it- thats where her love of movies came about

her and jim used to see a movie once a week, no matter what day of the week. it was a way for them to bond and a way for her to get her mind off of school for a few hours. jim defintly sat through some bad rom coms and chickflicks over the years, but he didnt mind as long as his favorite girl (besides ellen ofc) was having a good time

hope you all enjoyed (:

#connor bedard #connor bedard au #connor bedard x k hughes au #star crossed lovers au #quinn hughes #jack hughes #luke hughes #new jersey devils #vancouver canucks #hockey #hockey blurb #hockey imagine #nhl #nhl blurb #nhl imagine

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strawbs-screaming · 5 months

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the boxers in a dating sim

NINTENDO!! PUNCH OUT DATING SIM WHEN 💔💔

glass joe - starts out as careless and mean but warms up to you, confesses in the locker rooms while patching himself up

Von Kaiser - starts out as cold and unfeeling, still seems cold but cares a lot, confesses in the ring during a match after he gets tko'd

Disco Kid - starts out a friendly and gets more caring along the road, confesses in a bathroom at a party

King Hippo - starts out as cocky & unintentionally scary but turns more kind as you progress, confesses in a boat while looking at the sunset

Piston Hondo - starts out as numb & emotionless, gets more doting as you continue, confesses in the night at a restaurant

Bear Hugger - starts out loud and messy, turns more affectionate and confesses in a tim horton's

Great Tiger - starts out very cocky & sarcastic, turns nicer as you progress, confesses by asking you out by the help of his clones and suprises you

Don Flamenco - starts out flirty already, gets even flirtier, asks you out after a match

Aran Ryan - starts out insane and stays insane while also liking you, confesses to you in the rain while you two are running from paparazzi

Soda Popinski - starts out confident and careless (maybe a bit too much) and slowly turns more loving and soft, confesses in a gas station

Bald Bull - starts out scary & angry, turns more loving and becomes softer, confesses in a alley during the night

Super Macho Man - starts out cocky and stays cocky while in love with you, does his best to impress you and confesses in a cruise ship

Mr Sandman - starts out really cold and turns into a total sweetheart, confesses in the locker rooms during the night

#punch out #headcanon #punch out headcanons #punch out wii #aran ryan #bald bull #don flamenco #glass joe #piston hondo #great tiger

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timetorace · 2 years

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𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

To the person that requested this: I hope you like and I’m sorry for the delay. As always, dedicated to my gurls @diorleclerc @libraryofloveletters @lickmeleclerc

ship: carlos sainz jr. x femdriver!reader.

summary: it’s your anniversary and Carlos takes you out on a date night.

warnings: smut. overstimulation. edging. orgasm denial. oral (f! receiving). unprotected sex. aftercare.

word count: +3.6K.

Your relationship with Carlos had always been private. Not for anything bad, but because you had decided that it was the best for both of you, especially for you. Unfortunately, being a woman in Formula One was quite a challenge. It had become easier over time, but you preferred things like that: discreet. It was public knowledge that you were dating, but you weren’t posting signs of love on social media or walking through the paddock hand in hand. Especially since that was your first year in Formula One. You had been through several championships, but after a long time, you had got a seat in the top category for Aston Martin. There were already people whispering behind your back about how Carlos had helped you get the seat, even though you guys were private. The thing was, you had been a Formula One reserve driver alongside Nico Hülkenberg for two years, as well as being his partner in the World Endurance Championship. Everything in Formula One had to do with who you knew and who sponsored you. After all, the teams needed money to survive, but that did not mean that you were still at the level of your competition. At the moment, you were barely fighting for the middle of the table with a car that wasn’t the best, but you had faith that you were doing well enough at the moment.

It was race weekend. Tomorrow, you two had media activities in the morning and practices in the afternoon, but Carlos had insisted that you go out to dinner to celebrate your anniversary that night. Lance and you arrived from London last night and he had arrived that morning. You couldn’t feel more like just curling up in bed and sleeping, but instead of succumbing to your desires, you were now finishing changing to go to dinner with him. You two had hardly seen each other because after Baku; you flew to London and Carlos to Maranello. It was only halfway through the year, which meant the teams were still fine-tuning their respective cars, so you had to go into the simulator just like Carlos did.

You heard a knock on the door and opened it to find Carlos on the other side.

“If you want me to last all night, then you’re going to have to give me caffeine,” you told him, fastening your bracelet and taking your bag.

“Hello to you too, cariño” He answered with a sarcastic tone.

You rolled your eyes before standing up to kiss him “Hi babe”

“We can stop by a Starbucks,” He suggested before the two of you left your room.

“Tim Hortons” You corrected him.

“What?” Carlos frowned “What the hell is Tim Hortons?”

“Starbuck is a dirty word,” You rolled your eyes touching the button to call the elevator “I asked Lance where Starbucks was this morning cause I couldn’t find any near here on Google Maps and I think I offended him to death” You shrugged. Lance could be dramatic when he wanted to. He was a good teammate to you, helping you adjust and always willing to help however he could “Apparently here in Canada there is Tim Hortons that would be superior?”

“Just look at you, a Canadian girl,” He scoffed as they both got into the elevator.

You rolled your eyes “Not voluntarily”

“Can we order coffee after dinner?” He suggested and you let out a laugh. Sometimes, you had the habit of having a small coffee with amarettos and then having dinner, something that made you look like a grandmother cause it was something that older people did a lot.

“I like that,” You nodded before adding “There was no need to have dinner today, we could have done it when we got back home next week”

“When? I’ve to go to Maranello and you have to go to London”

“I haven’t realized that” You guys usually made it work, anyway. Working together was a significant advantage for your relationship, but sometimes it was also a problem cause it meant that you had a full agenda at the same time in two different places. You had an apartment in London and Carlos lived near Maranello. Sometimes one of you could travel to see the other and sometimes it got a little more complicated. Last few years, you competed in other championships that had different schedules so you could always get a little time to see him.

“Do you think your bosses will be mad if I drive?” You asked as the two of you walked across the parking lot to the Ferrari he had for the weekend.

“Funny”

“I’m hilarious, I know,” you scoffed. You couldn’t drive it even if you wanted to, firstly because of the sponsors and secondly, because neither Ferrari nor Aston Martin would be too happy for you to do that “I don’t think even in Australia there were that many people” You commented as you left the hotel’s underground garage “Neither I think they know how all the drivers on the grid look like”

“You’d be surprised, I’ve seen girls swoon over Charles.”

“Ok, I’ll take it but,” You raised your hands up to look at him “Charles has a particular charm, I must admit”

“Something you want to tell me?” Carlos raised his eyebrows.

“What? He’s cute,” You shrugged it off “And I bought a second yacht for the summer,” He had told you guys the other day as you waited to get into the media room “But his charm is like a baby charm and I like them more... mature,” You winked at him.

“Interesting,” He let out a laugh, “Although I think you just called me old”

"I didn’t" You rolled your eyes. You were the same age, so calling him old would be like calling yourself old “I also like that beard of yours, you look like a grumpy bear”

“Thank you?” He agreed before you leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. Carlos took your hand in his and you leaned back in your seat. You two were about to celebrate seven years of relationship. Has it been easy? No, but it was definitely worth it. Despite everything, the distance, the misunderstandings, the crazy schedules, and the fights, you had made it work. In the end, they had always reconciled after a fight and had found at least 24 hours to see each other. That also taught you to value the little moments you had to see each other.

The restaurant was fancy. The valet parking took the keys from Carlos when you got out of the car. You giggled when you heard in whose name he had booked the table. He always did it in the name of Carlos, his manager, to avoid the press. This time, he had done it in Rupert’s name.

“That?”

“Rupert?” You asked, amused, raising your eyebrows.

He rolled his eyes "What? I would not reserve my name” He always reserved under the name of other people to avoid leaks. That was more normal than it seemed and honestly, you agreed to avoid photos. The paparazzi were always a nuisance.

“I like your new alter ego,” you scoffed.

“Do you have news of your contract?” Carlos asked you when you sat down at one table in the back of the restaurant. At least that way they could have a little more privacy.

You shrugged “Not yet” You guys had a meeting that morning, but it hadn’t come to fruition. You were a little nervous about it because you didn’t like being in limbo, but you were confident that they were going to agree on your contract soon. Aston Martin gave you a contract for one year. As your performance had been good, it had become official in Baku that the team had decided that they would not make use of the clause that allowed them to drop you to reserve driver again if your performance was not good. You were currently above Lance on the leaderboard and had more than double the points he had.

“It’s still early,” He replied, sliding his hand across the table to squeeze yours gently.

“I am optimistic however, they want to close it and announce it before Silverstone” You shrugged your shoulders, the only thing left to fix was your salary and Aston Martin was analyzing your team’s request to give you the possibility of having a clause to end the contract whenever you wanted “and also I think Lawrence liked me which is quite an achievement” Even getting a smile out of that man was a challenge and he had told you at the Monaco Grand Prix that he liked you. Quite a statement considering who it came from.

“At least the boss likes you,” He scoffed, and you rolled your eyes

“How was your simulator?” You asked him, opening the menu. After that, you guys spent the entire dinner talking about the reliability problems that Ferrari had and that it kept costing Carlos and Charles DNF.

“Dinner was incredible,” you told him after they paid for dinner “How did you find this place?” You doubted he had just googled it.

“Lance,” He said simply and you let out a laugh.

“I’d say I’m surprised, but I’d be lying.” Lance had been in tour guide mode since this was your first time in Montreal.

“Sorry,” someone said as you got up from the table to leave. “Um, I didn’t mean to interrupt your dinner, but do you think I can take a picture with you?” It was one waitress, not the one who had served you, but at least she had wanted to wait for you to finish dinner to ask for a photo.

“Yeah, sure, but do you think you can wait to post the picture? Maybe tomorrow?” The last thing you needed was to have people waiting at the door. I had already seen yesterday how it had been when the fans had found out where the Mercedes team was having dinner. A group of fans had stationed themselves at the door and Lewis and George had had to leave under guard.

“Sure” She nodded.

“Thanks,” you replied, giving him a smile. After the photo was taken, you signed a napkin for him before he left the restaurant.

Dinner was amazing. You hadn’t realized how much you missed spending time with him, just the two of you. It had been forever since you had spent time together without having to run around or be interrupted by someone from your team.

“Did you think we were going to last this long?” he asked suddenly in the car on the way back to the hotel.

“Please, I thought we were going to break up when the summer did,” you replied, letting out a laugh and rolling your eyes. You guys hadn’t known each other for a long time, but it wasn’t until a summer in Ibiza that you hooked up. Carlos was spending a week off between races on his family’s yacht and you were hanging out with your friends.

“It was a fun summer though,” he added, giving you a knowing smile. He was probably thinking about all the sex you guys had.

You rolled your eyes “Please, I was unhinged that summer” You hadn’t gone to Ibiza expecting to fall in love but to have fun so ending the summer hooked on Carlos had been unexpected for you. In fact, the first night you had hooked up, you had been dancing on one of the tables of Ushuaia, one of the most exclusive clubs in Ibiza.

“You were cute just the same,” He added, and you gave yourself a small smile.

“I guess that’s why you kept talking to me after that,” you pointed. Carlos had been in charge of continuing to send you messages after he had to resume his calendar.

“That and your sense of humor”

“Ah, my sense of humor” You clicked your tongue “That’s my secret weapon” You both laughed “Oh I love those” You moaned as they passed the Ferris wheel on the boardwalk.

“I know, cariño” He responded by turning onto the boardwalk street.

“What are you doing?” You asked him, frowning, “Are we going to get on?”

“Yep,” He replied as he parked “You always say how much you want to get on the London Eye but you don’t have time”

“People might recognize us,” you pointed out. You rarely left the hotel during race weekends, firstly because you didn’t have time and secondly when you had time, it was very difficult to do so without being followed or having people around.

“It’s night, and it’s worth it,” He replied.

You got out of the car and walked through the park until you reached the boardwalk. Lance had mentioned to you that this was the Old Port. You two were only 10 minutes from the hotel. There were a couple of people running but not too many people around, considering it was a Thursday weekday.

Carlos put a hand on your shoulders, drawing you towards him, and you saw out of the corner of your eye how he patted his pocket for the third time since they had gotten out of the car. You frowned, not sure what he could have in his pocket. ‘Could it be an engagement ring?’ you thought, and you automatically started to feel nervous. Every time the marriage had come out, you had agreed that you weren’t at that point yet and you would not be soon. Your Formula One career was just beginning and neither of you wanted to have children to have them travel around the world following you. You wanted to have them once you settled down. That hadn’t stopped Carlos’s sisters from always making comments speculating about how close you were to the altar. Had they perhaps convinced Carlos otherwise? You guys always talked about everything, so you didn’t think he would change his mind and ask you to marry him without talking to you first, but when he touched his pocket for the fourth time, you doubted.

“Are you ok?” He asked with a frown as she paid for the tickets for you guys to ride the Ferris wheel.

“Mhm,” You nodded.

You didn’t give each other gifts. You had done it in the beginning, maybe the first three years, but then you stopped. Carlos and you had been so long since the gifts were not needed. You used to prefer spending time together to giving each other things, even though you always gave each other something for Christmas and on your birthdays. So if it wasn’t an anniversary gift, then it had to be something else. How did you end up in that situation?

The view from the Ferris wheel was incredible. You could see the circuit from above if you wanted to. You couldn’t enjoy it because you couldn’t stop thinking about what Carlos could have in his pocket.

“I bought you this,” He said, patting his pocket and you speckled. Carlos took out a necklace. It wasn’t a ring. There was no ring. You have never felt so relieved in your life. You couldn’t help it, you laughed uncontrollably and Carlos gave you a strange look.

“I thought you were going to ask me to marry you,” you explained.

He opened his eyes like orbits “I thought we agreed we weren’t there”

“We are not” You reassured him by placing your hand on his “We are not, but I thought your sisters over there had convinced you” Blanca and Ana had been more than insistent on the subject.

“No,” Carlos rolled his eyes, “Although they are starting to being annoying”

“One day we are going to get married, but not now,” you told him, smiling slightly. You leaned towards him to rest your forehead against his.

“One day,” He assured you.

“One day”

“But not now”

“Not now” You nodded before kissing him. He placed his hands on your cheeks grabbing your face, you smiled between the kiss and approached him until you were sitting on his lap “This is beautiful, amor, I love it” You murmured once you separated paying attention to him for the first time to the necklace. It was gold and had a little racing car with your number on it. That gift had to be personalized.

“It has the date of your first race recorded” He answered with a slightly hoarse voice and you turned the pendant around noticing that just as Carlos said, it was engraved “I will give you another pendant when you have your first victory so you can add it”

“Hopefully soon” You weren’t even close to fighting any of the drivers at the top of the table yet. You were barely fighting McLaren and Alpine, nor could you even dream of fighting Red Bull, Ferrari, or Mercedes yet.

“It will be,” He replied, kissing your forehead.

The Ferris wheel was fun. You appreciated Montreal in all its splendor. The city looked even more beautiful at night and just as you had expected, you could see the circuit on the other side of the river.

“Your room or my room?” You asked him as you got on the elevator.

“Yours, I have to get up early to go to the gym anyway,” He replied, laying his hand on your lower back. You rolled your eyes. Nothing mattered, but he was always willing to get up at six to go to training.

“That’s too bad because I wanted to keep you up tonight.” You gave him puppy dog eyes.

“Who says you can’t do both?”

You raised your eyebrows “Do you want dark circles tomorrow at the press conference?”

“Depends on the plans you have in mind”

“Well, I don’t have panties so-“

“Excuse me?” You saw how Carlos swallowed hard and you saw how his look changed to one of lust. Bingo. Hopefully, you could end up night having some good sex. “You were all night without panties and you didn’t tell me?”

“If I had told you we would never have gotten to dinner” You signaled before you felt his hand slide further down the hem of your dress “Carlos, stop!” You grumbled under your breath when he touched his bare bottom under the dress.

“What? I wanted to check” He feigned innocence, and you gave him a reproachful look. The elevator had cameras, and you didn’t want any trouble.

You rolled your eyes getting out of the elevator to walk down the hall “You’re hopeless”

“I don’t want to have it either,” He replied and once you opened the door to your room, he grabbed you around the waist, lifting you up into the air and making you let out a little squeak. Carlos closed the door behind you with his foot. You giggled at the rush he seemed to be in. He left you on the bed, yanking your dress up over your butt.

“You are so wet,” he murmured. You gasped as you felt him run a finger down your slit to check your wetness. He inserted a finger inside you, making you let out a long moan. Was it enough? No, you still wanted more and Carlos seemed willing to give it to you because just a few seconds later, his mouth was already on you, licking you. Your legs closed around his head, but he held them open again. With your legs spread like that, you could feel even more intensely how your walls were contracting while Carlos was sucking on your clit.

You felt how the muscles of your pussy contracted against the tongue of the “Carlos” you complained, moving your hips against him.

He squeezed your belly down with one hand. “Stay still, don’t move your hips,” he told you in a warning tone before returning your hand to your leg.

He took his time, to caress you, manipulate you and adore you, making sure that you could feel the waves of pleasure that came every time you came close to coming. However, when you were about to run, he would slow down or withdraw his tongue from your cone. By the third time he denied your orgasm, you were already a sloppy, wet, and pathetic mess, dripping down your thighs. Willing to do anything to come.

You rested your elbows on the bed to look up to see him “Stop. doing. that” You groaned. You just wanted to cum, but Carlos seemed willing to prolong your torture and not let you do it.

“I don’t want to” He lifted his face from between your thighs and gave you a smirk. Idiot. He was doing it on purpose to provoke you.

“Ugh” You gasped “Carlos” You groaned in complaint, squeezing the sheets tightly between your fists.

“That’s what you get for walking around without panties,” He answered before taking you by the hips and pulling you towards him, making you let out a gasp of surprise at the sudden movement.

“What are you gonna do about it?” You bit your lower lip as you watched as he took off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants.

“You will see” Carlos positioned the tip of his cock at your opening making you let out a groan of anticipation and move your hips against him “Someone is eager for what I see” He murmured spreading your legs and resting them against your shoulders. Carlos leaned into you before pushing his cock inside you. The orgasm took you in waves, almost as if something was cooking inside you and had reached a boiling point. When he moved faster, you couldn’t help it. You didn’t even warn him you were already on the verge. You just came. Even while you were in the post-orgasm fog, you could feel him moving inside you until he came a few minutes later. You could feel your limbs go numb and you’re not sure you’ll be able to move soon as his cum dripped down your legs.

“Happy anniversary, cariño ” He panted, leaning in to kiss you on the forehead.

“Happy anniversary, amor” You murmured against him.

#carlos sainz jr x reader #carlos sainz jr one shot #carlos sainz jr imagine #carlos sainz one shot #carlos sainz x reader #formula one x reader #formula one imagine #formula one fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x you

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lafayette-paw-arts · 1 month

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More Poly Vees Headcanons! Domestic Edition!

Since Vox does the lunch & dinner cooking, Val and Velvette will deal with the dishes and put any leftovers away in the kitchen. (Not that there's much cooking dishes since Vox is a pretty tidy cook)

It works in the reverse too, since Velvette and Valentino make breakfast Vox will clean up those dishes, tends to be more of a chore since they are in fact, not tidy cooks.

Vox is always the one on top of laundry, the other two let it pile up a bit before actually doing it. Vox just hates having laundry around, and he has a few set outfits he likes to wear so when they're dirty he has to wash them to get to wear them again.

Vox gets really upset if a new recipe he tries doesn't go well, he blames himself for it even if the recipe just wasn't good and he gets very sad. (I wrote a one-shot about this one)

Vox will steal Velvette's blankets if he likes them, even if he has the same damn blanket himself.

Valentino can sometimes be caught looking up new hair styles to try on Velvette.

Velvette and Vox snark each other about their favourite places to get drinks, Velvette loves Starbucks and gets all manner of fancy drinks from there but Vox loves just plain hot chocolate from Tim Hortons (with just a little splash of milk in there).

Valentino stays so far away from that discourse it's almost painful, he gets drinks from both locations and just refuses to get involved with their banter about it. (He likes Pepsi products and will drink almost anything under the Pepsi brand)

None of these idiots can keep plants alive. Vox tries, and sometimes he's successful for a little bit but then it dies and he has no idea what he did wrong, he followed the advice he found on how to care for that specific plant but it still died! He doesn't understand it and gets upset every time.

Velvette loves baking, she finds it fun and loves to post the pictures of both the process and the results online.

Val is a talented artist, he loves painting and sculpting. On more than one occasion he's sculpted dirty sculptures of the other vees which they demanded he destroy when he was done. He bitches and moans as if that wasn't the plan all along but he always does it (after taking pictures)

Sometimes they'll all just sit around in the living room with something on the tv (doesn't matter much what it is, sometimes its a movie, tv show or even a comedy special they found) while they all play video games on their phones or scroll tiktok or social media. Just enjoying each other's company.

Hope you all enjoy!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin valentino #hazbin velvette #the vees #valentino #vox #poly headcanons #headcanon

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olympeline · 2 months

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FrUK FACE family Parent Trap AU, part 3! Part 1

So, Alfred and Matthew are cabin mates with a new and tentative understanding of each other. They still hang out with their old friends, but being together every night means they’re spending a lot of time together. And lo and behold, they actually start to like it? To like being around each other?? Whodathunkit! Their personalities seem so different at surface level, but it turns out they actually have a lot in common. A passion for sports, a love of the outdoors, similar tastes in movies, games, and comic books, and - of course - a childhood growing up with an expat single dad. It’s a surprise how easily and quickly Alfred and Mattie start to bond once they’ve taken the first shaky steps. Soon they’re choosing to spend time as a twosome outside cabin hours, without being asked. Eating together, playing, goofing off, being each other’s buddies for activities, it’s not long before they’re inseparable. BFFs in the making.

It happens so fast that others can’t help but notice the eerie similarities between the two of them. It was always in the background, but now it’s front and centre. Of course they start to notice as well and, now they’re past their antipathy, feel curiosity instead of hostility. Nothing really comes of it until one evening they’re hanging out together before lights out as usual, when Alfred casually brings up his dad. Mattie, cat curious, asks him about Arthur.

Alfred launches into a long, rambling account about Arthur Kirkland and their life together in New York. Matthew listens, very interested. He can tell that while Alfred complains a lot about his dad - his strictness about proper bedtimes, healthy eating, awful cooking, not too much screentime even though Alfred is basically already a pro-gamer! etc. etc. - he adores him. Alfred finishes, then asks Matthew about his papa and their life in Quebec. Mattie tells him all about Francis Bonnefoy in turn and Alfred is equally enthralled. Matthew doesn’t complain as much, though he does get a few good shots in about his papa’s fashion obsession and hatred of fast food (no Tim Hortons for Matthew!) Alfred can tell how much Matthew loves his papa.

Mattie finishes by telling Alfred about the fluffy, white puppy Francis bought him for his birthday, even though Francis isn’t the biggest fan of animals. All that fur shedded on his fancy furniture! Alfred is very jealous - their apartment doesn’t allow pets - but gets distracted when he realises Mattie has the same birthday he does. What a coincidence! Exciting, though. They can meet up and party together!

Matthew agrees. Then he hesitates and asks Alfred if he can ask him something personal. Alfred says shoot, bro. Mattie asks if Alfred’s other parent came to his birthday party. Alfred is quiet for a moment and Matthew worries he’s gone too far. He’s about to apologize and tell Alfred to forget it, when Alfred shrugs and shakes his head. He’s never met his other dad. Arthur refuses to talk about him, point blank. It’s one of the few times they’ve ever had truly heated fights beyond their normal spats.

Matthew listens quietly. Alfred asks him if he ever sees his other dad. Mattie tells him no: like Arthur, Francis stonewalls him whenever Mattie asks about his absent father. Mattie has never pushed it like Alfred did, but from Francis’s reaction, he could tell his papa would be angry if he did. Hurt, too. So hurt.

“So, we’re both the same,” Alfred says slowly. “Weird, huh?”

“Yeah,” Matthew says. “Really weird.”

Two boys, both the same age, both with Western European expat single dads, both with the same birthday, both with the same face.

They sit in silence for a while, pondering all these weird coincidences. Then, Alfred tells Mattie that it’s not strictly true that he knows nothing about his other dad: he knows what he looks like, or at least he thinks he does. Mattie asks him how. Alfred says he found a picture while snooping through his dad’s things. Buried deep at the bottom of a box in the loft was an old photo, dated to Arthur’s college days. There’s no name, just a date. The photo is of a handsome, blonde man, dressed in fashionable clothes, leaning in to kiss someone. It’s ripped violently down the middle, cutting off the other person. The stranger looks eerily like Alfred: the tousel of his hair, the tone of his skin, the shape of his ear and mouth. Finding the photo was one of the biggest shocks of Alfred’s life. He didn’t dare show Arthur for fear that Arthur would confiscate it but, even so, Alfred was certain he was looking at his other dad for the first time. He hid the photo and kept his new secret close to his heart.

Alfred doesn’t tell Mattie the mushy part, just all about his sick detective and ninja photo finding skills, but then he trails off at the look on Matthew’s face. The other boy is white as a sheet, looking like he’s about to faint. Alarmed, Alfred asks him what’s wrong.

“I have a photo of my other dad,” Matthew whispers. “And it’s ripped too.”

Alfred instantly feels dizzy, his mouth going dry.

“Right down the middle?” He falters, heart pounding.

Mattie nods.

“Right down the middle…”

Matthew found his photo by accident. Francis, flustered and running late one morning, had asked him to go fetch a folder of documents from his home office. Mattie ended up searching the wrong drawer, purely by chance, and happened to find the photo at the bottom. Again, there was no name, just a date. The date Mattie’s papa was at university. The photo is of a punkish, blonde man, dressed in spikes and leather, leaning in to kiss someone. It’s ripped violently down the middle, cutting off the other person. The stranger looks eerily like Matthew: the shape of his nose, his thick eyelashes, his slightly crooked smile. Finding the photo was one of the biggest shocks of Mattie’s life. He didn’t dare show Francis for fear that Francis would confiscate it but, even so, Mattie was certain he was looking at his other dad for the first time. He hid the photo and kept his new secret close to his heart.

“Do you have it with you…?” Alfred asks.

“Yes…”

Both boys stare at each other, then silently get up as one to dig the photos out of their things. Then they face each other and stare at the photo clutched to the other’s chest. Mattie’s not the only one trembling now.

“Can I see?” Alfred says.

Matthew nods.

“Can I?”

Alfred nods. He says they should both look together. Matthew agrees. They decide on three.

One…two…three!

Shaking hands flip the photos and put them together. The photo is whole again. Francis and Arthur at a university party, tipsy on both cheap mixers and the first flush of love, smiling and leaning in for a kiss.

(Here, I should take a moment to mention that this whole AU was heavily inspired by @kan-be’s beautiful art. In particular her college AU and pics like this this and this. This beauty in particular is how I picture the kiss photograph, just a few seconds earlier 🥰)

“That’s my dad!” Alfred yells.

“That’s my papa!” Mattie cries simultaneously.

“So-! S-so, we’re like brothers?” Alfred gabbles, heart racing and stomach a butterfly breeding ground.

Matthew has tears of joy in his eyes when he answers:

“Al, we’re like twins!”

Then there’s laughter, hugs, and more tears than Mattie, and certainly not Alfred, would ever admit to.

(Stay tuned for part 4! (´ε｀ )♡)

#hetalia #fruk #face family #hws england #hws france #hws america #hws canada #aph england #aph france #aph america #aph canada #parent trap au #my posts

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exhuastedpigeon · 6 months

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Inspiration Saturday & Seven Sentence Sunday

Tagged by @wikiangela @thewolvesof1998 @daffi-990 @weewootruck @hippolotamus @loserdiaz and @devirnis

My NHL AU is inspired by a whole lot of homoeroticism between hockey players, but the Tim Hortons bit is inspired by a mix of a couple actual Canadian hockey players I know who are convinced (rightfully so) that Tim's is better in Canada than the states.

Also by Nathan Mackinnon and Sidney Crosby's Tim Hortons commercials and their promotional videos in general.

“You know this coffee is bad right?” Eddie asks him as they walk back to the hotel, each holding coffees and Buck holding a 20 pack of Timbits in his other hand. The cold is biting, it’s December in Ottawa after all, but all Buck can think is how he wishes it was snowing instead of just the snow already dirty on the ground. “Okay, sure,” Buck agrees, because Eddie isn't exactly wrong. “But I once watched you drink McDonald's coffee on purpose and Timmy’s is better than McDonald's by a kilometer at least.” “God I always forget that you’re fucking Canadian,” Eddie laughs, bright and unbothered. Buck can’t help the way his stomach swoops at the sound. He’s been on the same team as Eddie for less than four months and he’s already mostly in love with the guy. It’s a fucking problem, really, but Buck can’t stop it and when Eddie looks at him all fond like he is right now, he doesn’t want to.

Tagging (no pressure) @monsterrae1 @forthewolves @eddiebabygirldiaz @spotsandsocks @rosieposiepuddingnpie @butchdiaz

#buddie #911 #buddie wip #seven sentence sunday #inspiration saturday

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addsalwayssick · 4 months

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James Potter aesthetic

Strawberries on summer afternoons, wooden convenience stores by the cabins, red converse, spider man shirts, lover, smiles with all teeth, crooked glasses, sweaty palms, hikes to rivers, falling for everyone, having a crush, the color red, american smarties, fluffy socks in the winter, deer antlers at christmas parties, painting on yourself in the summer, fourth of july pool parties, hockey, natural hair, tank tops and jean shorts, shell necklaces, outer banks, the adam project, call me by your name, taylor swift, the archer, queen, good old fashioned lover boy, cheese escape, roblox during school, good morning and good night texts, admiring from afar, tim hortons mugs, eucalyptus, the bahamas perfume, italy, kayaking, paddle boarding in a reservoir, headstands, climbing trees, lounging, trampoline sleepovers, sunrises, cheating at volleyball, hockey stops, triple jump, long distance, when the sun is there right after it rains, long car rides with friends, and blasting songs from Lover when he’s in love.

#james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius #jegulus #sirius x lupin #wolfstar #regulus and evan and barty #sirius and regulus #remus and regulus #james potter aesthetic #james potter core #james potter kinnie

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toadallytickles · 1 year

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NEST 2023

NEST 2023 was absolutely amazing for me! Originally I thought I couldn’t go because Clay couldn’t and he’s usually my ride! I ended up being able to go because our friend Timmi @DynamicUno was attending too! So I got a ride with him, redeemed my free NEST ticket, and signed up to volunteer as a DM to share a volunteer suite!

I was really anxious about not attending with Clay this year; NEST is the largest tickle gathering and I don’t do well approaching people. I’ve been attending NEST and other tickle gatherings since 2019, though I haven’t felt really established in those in-person communities. Clay is usually my safety-net person. I surprisingly ended up doing extremely well, talking to a whole bunch of new and familiar people, and deepening connections I’ve made in the past! I somehow had like 8 sessions.. that is not like of me; one was pick-up with someone I just met at NEST, another I’ve seen a little at gatherings earlier this year. The rest were people I’ve known from previous gatherings for some years, and play just aligned at NEST this time!

I also had to make a boundary leading up to NEST that Clay couldn’t tickle me as I wanted to be ripe and ready for planned sessions! Sucked, but also fun as I easily get ghost-tickled when Clay wiggles his fingers at me, but whatever honestly~ (〃^▽^〃)ゞ

We’ve always arrived at NEST on Friday, mostly a chill day with orientation. It was a luxury to drive down on Thursday, and have all day Friday to catch up and hangout with people! The border security guy was super nice to us, he said he likes to have his back tickled, but that’s it lmao~. I went into my first Dunkin’ Donuts too (didn’t order anything) and they have Timbit-like treats called Munchkins.. also the Tim Hortons’ as you go south are so different from Canada’s, it’s so weird.. alternate universe Tim’s…

Friday morning I get to go on a Target run with Nate @Sensualswitch10 as I wanted to pick up snacks for the weekend! Then we get McDonald’s for breakfast! We had a bit of a secret project going on in his room too~. 🤫 I really appreciated hanging out with Nate casually as for play and making connections I really need time to physically acclimate, and he understood I needed that and made himself a safe space while I didn’t have Clay. I was supposed to reserve my ticklishness for a session, but we ended up casually playing on his bed, just a tickle massage that turned to pinning~!

I finally get to play with Sam @WickedSensations & Frecks @Fiona_Red (@WickedCaress on Instagram)! I knew of their content before NEST ‘22, and when we finally met last year, we had an instant mutual connection and attraction! NEST ‘22 didn’t work out for us play-wise, though we stayed in-touch online and negotiated play for NEST ‘23! It finally happened and it was super fun and flustering! To be gang tickled by a couple~ (≧ω≦ ʃƪ)💕. Thank you for the pretty bruises, Sam! And thank you Frecks for being my first wlw tickle session!

I FINALLY got tickled by Jeff @sptfrtkl in his Blue Brat! We’d see each other at past gatherings and chat, and have been fans of each other's content; this time playing aligned! Such an honour to finally play with him + sign the Blue Brat afterwards! Jeff has an insane amount of tools to use too, hopefully next time we’ll session longer and experiment with every tool~ 😊

I generally do not pick-up play, and consider NSFW acts intimate and something I would reserve for closer relationships, though I met @Mark_Diamond while at NEST, and when he was showing me his many pleasure tools, we discovered we both love David Mack’s style of play.. like clit-focused, edging, denial, and forced orgasms.. I couldn’t pass on the opportunity of reliving my biggest fantasy so I let him tie me spread eagle, naked, and torture me~ 🥰🤤. It was dreamy and felt amazing aah~ wish I could always have a session like that~ (〃˘▽˘ʃƪ) *:・ﾟ✧♡.

So I Ler’d for my first CNC session..~ thanks to Steve @DaddyMilkBoss, who’s been teaching me for years all about his favourite way to play~. He had no safeword.. or maybe I ignored their safeword, who knows~. But it was so so much fun, loved how much he begged for me to stop, and how desperate he got.. and I just continued to play with him… 😍🤤. It was too much fun really.. I shouldn’t have that much power lol, already craving to do that to him again~. Yeah I love being a bully~ 🖤. All those years of taunting me and talking to me all about CNC.. it’s like I was trained to ruin him~ 🤭.

During my session with Steve where I lee’d, I learned that I can make eye contact if my mouth is duct-taped shut~. Usually when I lee, I like to wear a blindfold because seeing the Ler/s makes me so shy and stiff, and that hinders my ticklishness. Our session, I had multiple duct-tape strips over my mouth without a blindfold on and I was very surprised at how comfortable I was making eye contact with him.. it was really hot.. I love the idea of talking with big, pleading eyes~ I also have very pretty eyes~

If you’re on Fetlife, Twitter or in certain Discord Servers, you may have seen Liger @LewdLigu’s feather wheel + stocks… I also don’t usually public play, though he was doing mini trials in the public play area.. and perhaps I was a bit intrigued..~ 👉👈. It’s a super cool invention, and I had a lot of fun giving it a try, bEing wATCHED-! and having those claws and feather vibrators on me .. 😵‍💫.

My last session at NEST was with Nate, this time I was stretched out bound in his under-the-mattress stocks, and arms up at the corners of the bed… I also got high for this session~. 🥴 I just want to say.. Nate knows what he’s doing.. like when you think of the definition of a Ler, or what to expect during a session, Nate is that, Nate knows how to session omg, he’s so good at tickling~. (No he did not make me say this LOL that’s just all I can say and it’s true.) So much fun to hang out with and play with! I miss him!! Nate, thank you for taking care of me throughout NEST!! I already said it but it was so much appreciated when I didn’t have Clay!! 🥹💕

Despite like 8 sessions and depleting my ticklishness, I was super excited to go home to Clay and have a session with him. He knows all my spots and exactly how to wreck me, and I was craving that~ 😆. It was wonderful to reconnect and take all the energy from NEST and share it with him!

AND I TRIED CHIPOTLE FOR THE FIRST TIME IT WAS SOOO GOOOOOD!! 😫💦

Super cool that I got to meet some Tumblr people too! @ticklishadventure @queerswitch-tickles @ticklishposts-sideblog @minotaurvo !! So happy you all got to attend NEST for the very first time! That’s a huge step and I hope you all had a great time!! ❤️

I was fortunate to film a bunch of content too with all the new people I played with!! So!! Gifsets and maybe clips soon! 🤩

I got asked a lot how long I’ve been modelling lol.. and I don’t get that question really!! It was really flattering, though it is super amateur modelling / a hobby to me!!

Crossing the border on the way home, again we share with the border guard that we went to a tickle convention, and the guard wanted to know what happens at a tickle convention.. so I had to be the one to explain what happens as Timmi was looking for a document on his phone…. UUGHH!! 💀🪦

Anyway to wrap this up, this was personally the best NEST for me~. I’ve been navigating my local kink community without Clay a lot as he works, such as going to munches and parties alone, attending kink classes, and hanging out with new friends! I was really nervous to be attending NEST without Clay, though I feel I was capable to navigate NEST with what I’ve learned from our local community. I remember being really anxious Thursday and early Friday, though everything was going really well, I had good interactions, great sessions, and met a lot of new people, and that just made me more confident in myself! I did a lot of new things I didn’t think I was capable of or ready for yet, though I did it, and survived, and very much enjoyed. I can pick-up play with the right people, I can accept more intimate touching and play and not feel wrong after. Those compliments Clay and my local friends give me all the time, I can start to believe them. I was really reassured this weekend of who I am, what I’m capable of, and that my presence is wanted. I feel much more established in the in-person tickle community. There was so much growth and experience for me at NEST ‘23, and I am so looking forward to carrying it all into future kink events. ❤️

Thank you so much to everyone who makes NEST possible, and to those who volunteer their time to keep it organized and going!! And thank you so much to everyone who was involved in my experience this year!! It was awesome because of you!! ❤️

#write up finally!!#NEST WAS SO GOOD THIS YEAR I HAD SO MUCH FUN!! 🥰❤️#im a new woman #my posts #NEST #NEST 2023 #tickle community #tickles #text

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coffeeaddictbluebird · 7 months

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POLAROID

Paring: Jung Jaehyun x afab!Reader. [For the sake of this fic, NCT 127 had a concert in Toronto, Canada during the North American leg of Neo City - The Link Tour. The exact date is not important, but if you want a rough timeline, imagine the concert to be somewhere around January 2023, after their three concerts in the USA. The actual concerts that happened in Toronto were in May 2019, but they are too old for the fic. This is just in case you are curious about the timeline. Otherwise, it doesn't really hold any importance for now.] Genre: - fluff, angst, sexual themes. Words: - 2.5K

Warnings:- Kissing, making out, grinding. Summary:- It’s a chilly night in Toronto, and the idea of spending it in the warmth of a stranger’s presence is too good to pass on.

If someone asked you what night was, you’d probably say it was him. He was wind and gale, and zephyr and melody. He was calm. He was cold and warm. And maybe you won’t admit this out loud, but he was love. He was regret and yet the best decision you’d made that night. One night with him showed you what it truly meant to be alive. Part of it may have been because he was a stranger. It was easy to let go when there were no burdens or pains crawling between your intertwined hands.

You’d met him back home, in Toronto, in an empty park. It was a night that seemed to take away all your stress.

“Aren’t you cold?” was the first thing he’d said to you. You were out in a park late in the night, with very less people around. It was nice and quiet, and you couldn’t resist sitting there. The view of the city calms you down after a stressful workday. For some reason, he gave you doubtful glances from behind his round glasses and beanie, as if he was looking for something on you. ‘Cute’ was the first thing that popped up in your mind, but you couldn’t figure out why he was looking at you suspiciously.

“A bit, but I’d endure it for this view.” You bury your gloved hands deeper into your pockets as you decide to answer his question.

“Well, aren’t you right about the view?” He said, staring into your eyes, not even glancing at the view. It was embarrassing to admit how your heart had skipped a beat at his cheesy line. Although it was fairly too common, and you had heard it quite a few times from different mouths, his sounded so genuine. Like he isn’t looking to impress, but just a thought he verbalised. He looks around a bit, before taking a seat beside you.

It takes you a moment to realise you are staring at him.

“Can I look at them?” You ask, trying to make an excuse.

“Look at what?”

“You must have taken some pictures with that Polaroid camera over there.”

“Oh. Okay, Sherlock. Only if you let me see yours though.” He says, pointing at your own camera.

The camera-swapping session soon turned into a long conversation, and you both decided to warm yourselves to search for a cafe downtown and warm yourselves with a cup of coffee. The streets were bustling despite the cold, as families and partygoers hopped in and out of clubs, restaurants, and taxis. The New Year spirit was yet to die down. You never thought that a walk around the town with a man who was practically a stranger would be this soothing.

You were happily strolling, occasionally brushing your hands and fingers against each other. He had enough after a few back-and-forth lingering touches and decided to just entwine your hands instead. Warmth settled in your body as you traced his knuckles. The redness of his ears was just a cherry on top. You eventually settled on bouldering after getting done with grabbing your coffee at a Tim Hortons. It was much warmer inside, and you both tucked away your extra layer of clothing.

It was nearing midnight, but it seemed like Toronto never slept. There were plenty of people in the bouldering gym. You gave him an introduction, telling him how to use the holds, what to do, etc. To give him a practical example, you climbed a wall for beginners. The activity was something you often enjoyed doing with your friends, so you eventually got good at it, even if you weren’t a pro.

“Whoa, that was so good.” He shouted as you stood atop the wall, climbing it with ease. Although you weren’t particularly looking to impress him, you wouldn’t deny that his compliment felt good.

“You can do it too. Come on, give it a try.” You shout back, standing on the edge. He gives you a nod, dipping his hands into chalk as he grips the first hold and starts to ascend. He was doing exceptionally well for a first-timer. Maybe it was because of all that time in the gym because was clearly visible from his toned body.

“A couple more and you are good to go. Come on.” You cheer for him as nears the end of the wall. The pads of his fingers slip from the crimp as he tries to reach for the jug above him. He slides down, his legs catching onto the holds below.

“Careful.” You gasp at him.

“I’m fine. Fine.” He reassures, trying and succeeding in climbing the jug. Now all he needed to do, was climb over the edge. He slings one leg over, grabbing with his hand. You bend down, giving him your hand to give him an extra push.

“Thanks.” He mumbles as he takes it. You put your other hand above his own, and as you pull him up, he pushes himself, causing you to tumble backwards along with him.

You fall on your back, both your hands still clutching his as you look up at him in surprise. He looks shocked at first, but his expression changes the longer he looks at your face. Your face contorted in confusion when he started chuckling, wondering what was so funny about him crushing you underneath his body.

“Your face is covered in chalk.” He explains, raising his hand that isn't still clutching yours to wipe your face, only to realize his hands are dirty as well. None of you attempt to move as he fishes his handkerchief out of his pocket. You close your eyes, reveling in the feeling of his breath on your face as he wipes your face gently. Butterflies dance in his stomach as well.

He admires your face, the couple of moles you have. His gaze lands on your closed eyes, lingering on your lips. The lip gloss you were wearing earlier almost wiped off, slightly covered in chalk. He wipes them as well, unable to resist touching your lips, even if it was with just his handkerchief. You open your eyes to his dreamy ones, the handkerchief long forgotten as you mirror the hazy expression on his face.

It was like a staring match, both of you fighting for who’d look away first. None of you do, both in a daze as his face inches closer, your lips almost touching. He looks up once, looking for any hesitation, a sign that says you don’t want the same. You don’t waver, clutching his hand tighter instead, a silent plea to close what was left of the distance between your lips. His eyes glow a little, closing as he places his lips on yours.

Your hand immediately comes up to grip the collar of his shirt as you deepen the kiss. You both lie there like two touch-hungry teenagers. A few onlookers groan at the unnecessary PDA, telling you to take it somewhere else. You both shut out the noise of a lady shouting expletives at you, the fire in your cores too exciting to give a fuck. His hand slides to your waist, slightly lifting your top to gain access to your skin. Shivers run down your spine, your tongue prying his mouth open to intensify the kiss. He opens up for you, letting you explore his mouth. You reluctantly pull away as the lady shouts again, threatening to call the guards.

“Meet me at the stalls”, is the only thing you whisper as you both scramble to get up and straighten your clothes. You’re gone in a second, leaving him behind to ponder about what just happened. It was so unlike him to draw attention to himself in public, especially when he was roaming around without his group, the manager or the crew. The fact that he could do something as scandalous as kissing a girl out in the open had left him baffled. No one seemed to recognise him or record anything as he looked around, and he sighed in relief. He would be screwed if his manager knew.

He quickly pushes his thoughts about his manager to the back of his head as he remembers you were waiting for him. Hesitant, he lingers outside the stalls, the common washroom seemingly empty as he knocks on a couple of doors. The nerves in his body make him feel uneasy. Maybe it was the thrill of sneaking around like this. The door to the last stall opens as walks closer, and he is pulled inside. You push him to sit on the closed lid of the toilet in a flash. The look of surprise adorning his face makes you chuckle, cupping his cheek as you straddle his lap.

“You took so long, I thought you weren't coming.”

His hands slide on your waist, “Well, I had to. I haven’t asked you out on a date yet”, he says.

Maybe it was a bold move for him. He’d had his fair share of flings and dates, but he never dated anybody seriously. They either went crazy about his fame, or it was the money. He always had to go through so much trouble just to make sure nothing was suspicious about them. There was always a possibility that it was some crazy fan of his, pretending to be a date. Yet he doesn’t know what came over him, but he surely doesn’t regret it.

Something about you had struck him tonight. When he found you sitting in the park all alone, he was suspicious about your intentions. The other day he was roaming around, and someone followed him all the way from the restaurant he had his lunch at, to the place he was planning to have dinner. It wasn’t until he threatened the guy with cops that he left him alone. So his having doubts about you made complete sense.

Although, as the night progressed, he found himself enjoying your company. No one had ever been so genuine with him, soothing him simply with their presence. The the hand-in-hand walks and your sweet talks pulled him in. You were making all the the stress of his day go away without even doing anything. Whatever this was, there was one thing he was sure of. He didn’t want to let go.

“Are you seriously asking me that here of all places? What is it? No one ever kissed you this good?” You chuckle, breathing heavily as his hands roam your middle, resting just below your breasts. He just nods along as he laughs under his breath, and the warm air falling on your neck turns you on even more. He peppers kisses there, his wet mouth surely leaving behind a couple of marks.

“Tell you what.” you say. “Ask me that again after we get out of here, and I might just say yes.”

Your eyes hold fire as you move your hips, rubbing yourself on his hard-on, claiming his mouth again. He pulls you in, a hand rising to squeeze your breasts now. He pulls you closer, decreasing the minimal space between your bodies. He grabs your hips, setting a pace. The friction from your pants almost feels too good to be true. By the time you became aware of your fingers, they were already under his shirt, grazing his nipples. He moans in your mouth, his stomach twisting in knots.

The phone buzzing in his pocket pulls you both out of your haze. You express your disappointment as his hand leaves your body to reach for his phone. You decide to continue kissing his neck making him stutter as talks in a language you don’t quite understand. You are too aroused to care about trying to figure out the language anyway. His hands find their way back to your waist as he hastily cuts the call.

“Stay here.” He mutters, eyes closed, relishing in the feeling of your body on his.

“What?” You groan, eyes portraying the confusion you felt. “I need to make a call. I’ll be back. I promise.” Your face falls in disappointment, but you have no choice except to agree. The fire in your core would just have to wait.

“Be quick.” You quip, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. He smiles at you, leaning to give you a final kiss as he adjusts himself, tying his jacket around his front to cover up his clearly horny self.

15 minutes later, you are standing outside, staring at the Polaroid as all sorts of thoughts run through your head. You look at his fond expression as he stares at your face in the picture. It certainly wasn’t the look of someone who was spending the night with a stranger. He was admiring you, smiling in the way his dimples showed, the light striking his eyes at the perfect angle, making his dark brown eyes stand out even more.

You had taken the at Tim Hortons while you both looking through each other’s cameras. You were looking at all the Polaroids he had takes on the beautiful city while he went trough your camera roll, where you had captured the people of the city, your coffees running cold.

“Your photography makes even the most mundane things come alive.” He said. “But what about you? Who is capturing your charm? Beauty?” He added, proceeding to keep on taking pictures of you. That was when you slid beside him, sliding one hand to hold his face as you took a selfie through his Polaroid. He smiled at you, taking another one you each had one to keep.

You desperately wish calling him was an option. You both had somehow forgotten to exchange numbers through the night. The area around was emptying as it was past midnight now. Dejectedly, you called a cab to go home. You kept looking around until it arrived, hoping that maybe he would pop out of somewhere. Maybe he had just wandered off during the call by mistake. But as you get into the cab, still looking around and through the mirror for any sign of him, it settles in. He was gone. He wasn’t coming back, not for a stranger. And as it turns out, you would probably never see him again.

As silly as it was, you kept going to the park after that, in hopes of seeing him once again. Always going at the same time as the day you’d seen him for the first time, only to never see him again. Eventually, the park just became a place of solace for you. It probably was a heartbroken act. If you could even call it that. But nothing had ever hurt you more than the fact that the night that was probably the happiest in your life for you, meant nothing to him. Was it all just a fever dream?

#jaehyun #jung jaehyun #nct fanfic #nct 127 imagines #nct Jaehyun #nct 127 x female reader #jaehyun x female reader #jaehyun x afab!reader #idol au

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