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Daddy’s Biggest Fan

Lance Stroll x Fem!Reader

Warnings: surprise baby!, babygirl is the star of the show and the gem of the stroll family, grandpa Lawrence is besties with his granddaughter, mentions of labour and giving birth (nothing graphic!), the vettel family is the cutest, soft uncle mick, uncle estie and auntie elena, some cheesy comments from lance, auntie chloe and uncle scotty for the win!

Word Count: 6,210

Author’s Note: prompted by this video and this photo :)) enjoy soft dad lance! // also y’all know I cannot write lance without some mention of Canada lmaoooo forgive me please

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Weekend of the Canadian Grand Prix, 2022.

The hallways were empty considering it was nearly midnight. Lance’s bag hung off of his shoulder, hitting his back as he ran towards the desk. “Y/n l/n, where is she?” He asks, fingers drumming against the counter as he waits for the nurse to tell him.

“Who are you?” She asks and he huffs a sigh. “Her boyfriend.”

“Oh, yeah okay. Uh, one sec,” she checked the charts to her left, “room 209.” She tells him and with that he’s off again, scanning all the door numbers before he finds the room.

He walks in quietly, silently hoping he hasn't missed it. “Did I miss it?” Lance asks.

He finds you still very much pregnant on the bed. “You didn’t,” you smiled, your hand stretched out for him.

The Canadian Grand Prix was this weekend which meant Lance was home in Montreal so the baby picked the perfect time to make their appearance into the world. The fact that you two were expecting was a bit of a secret, no one except your families, the Vettels along with Esteban, Elena and Mick knew.

Seb only found out because Lance went shopping with him to pick up a few things for his kids and Seb was curious as to why he was so interested in baby clothes all of a sudden. As for Esteban, Elena and Mick, the 3 drivers were close and Esteban is bad at keeping secrets so that was that.

Sunday was rolling into Monday and your contractions were closer together. Your sister in law was asleep on the chair next to your bed, Lance didn’t wake her but your groans did.

“When’d you get here?” She yawns, looking at her brother.

“An hour ago. Can you get the doctor though? Her contractions are closer together now.” Lance asked his sister, you and Chloe share a glance before laughing. Chloe squeezes her brother’s shoulder, “yeah, I'll go.”

It was a few moments before Chloe returned, your sister in law beside your boyfriend as the doctor checked how far along you were dilated. “Alright, you’re just about ready to push.” The doctor gets up, letting the sheet back down. “We’ll get you prepped, who’s staying?”

“I am.” “He is.” Chloe and Lance answer at the same time.

You smile at the Stroll siblings, Chloe comes over to kiss your forehead. “I’ll be waiting outside. You've got this,” she tells you, and you nod. “I’ll see you after.”

Chloe gives her brother a hug before stepping out.

The doctor and nurses come in, it’s an overwhelming scene to anyone on the outside but you were relaxed, surprisingly.

The room door was shut, the drape up between your lower half and you with Lance standing by your side, holding your hand the whole time. Your boyfriend whispered sweet nothings to you, praising you on what a good job you were doing.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers, kissing your forehead. “Doing so good, baby. Just a few more pushes.”

“Almost here,” Your doctor calls up to you, “few more.” She confirms your boyfriend’s theory.

Within the next few minutes, you had given birth. You looked a mess, hair matted to your forehead from sweat, your eyes teary and you were beyond exhausted and yet, he looked at you like you held the sun and the stars.

“So proud of you,” Lance whispers, pushing your hair away from your face as he kisses your forehead. The doctor was right next to you two, cleaning up the baby and doing her initial tests before wrapping the little baby in a white and pink blanket.

“Congratulations,” She smiles, placing the baby in Lance’s arms. “It’s a girl.” She tells you both, giving you a moment to coo over her.

The floodgates have broken, Lance’s face covered in tears as he sits by your bedside, resting the baby on your chest gently. This was probably the first time you’ve seen Lance cry this much, it’s quite sweet to see his daughter reduce him to a puddle to tears. His arm over the top of the pillow, the two of you looking at the baby you created.

Both of you crying, the little thing on your chest had her eyes shut. “She’s got your eyes,” Lance whispers, as if he would be disturbing the baby’s rest by being any louder.

“Her eyes are barely open.” You chuckled, looking over at your boyfriend.

It was a little while with just the 3 of you. Lance already has a million and one pictures of his baby girl on the phone, changing the home screen from you to one of you and her.

There’s a knock on the door, the nurse sticking her head in to let you know that you have visitors. Lance tells her to let them in, you were sitting on the bed, a baby wrapped up in a blanket being cradled to your chest with Lance sitting on the edge of the tiny hospital bed.

Chloe held the first bag, a little stuffed lion and blanket in it and Scotty followed behind, some outfits for the baby in the bag. “When’d you get here?” you asked Scotty, the two of them coming over to see the newest addition to the Stroll family.

“Chloe called me as soon as it was time for you to push.” He asks, watching as you hand the baby over to your sister in law.

“You guys,” Chloe whispers, holding the baby like she was the most precious thing in the world. “She’s so beautiful.”

Scotty and Chloe sat on the bench next to the window, the two of them cooing over their niece.

“We didn’t tell you her name,” you look over at them, Lance snuggled in next to you on the bed. The older couple looks over, waiting for you to tell them.

“Meet Elizabeth Chloe Stroll.” You tell them, glancing between Chloe and Lance.

“Chloe?” The blonde asks, looking down at the baby in her arms.

“Mhm hm, after the best auntie in the world,” you hold Lance's hand, the woman smiles. Scotty grins at his fiancé, you and Lance chuckling at her reaction.

“Lizzie for short,” Lance says, a smile on his face.

The two of you had wanted to name her with a name that started with L but you couldn't settle on any so you went with Elizabeth, Lizzie for short. Also because Lance wanted her to have L. Stroll like him.

“She’s beautiful,” Chloe says once more, “like her mom.”

“Wow, no credit for me?” Lance asks his sister, she shrugs. “Don’t worry, mate. I think you’re handsome.” Scotty says to his brother in law, earning a few laughs.

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The next few days had been a whirlwind of emotions. Lizzie was born on Tuesday just past midnight and you were released on the Thursday. Lance refused to leave you two, telling the team that he’d be missing media day and decided to opt out of practice on Friday as well.

Perks of your dad owning the team you drive for I suppose.

Lizzie was laying against her father’s chest, her little hand wrapped around his finger as he rubbed her back softly. You had gone to take a shower before Lance had to leave but the man was still on the couch, dressed for the track but he’s yet to move from his spot.

“Lance.” You called, your hands on your hips. “C’mon, you can’t miss qualifying.”

“Do I really have to go?” There’s a pout playing on his lips when you come over to take Lizzie from him.

You’ve got the little girl in your arms when you stand between his legs. “Yes, you have to go.”

Lance gets up, a pout on his face and you reach up to give him a kiss. You can feel his hand over yours, the one resting under Lizzie, holding her up in her little roots onesie.

“Go on,” you nudge him towards the door. Lance begrudgingly makes his way to the door, picking up his keys and his phone before turning back to face his girls once more.

“You’re sure you’ll be okay?”

“One hundred percent,” you smile at your boyfriend. You’ve got Lizzie tucked into your chest, an arm under her as your other hand rests on your boyfriend’s jaw. “We love you, now go.”

“I love you,” he smiles before giving you a kiss. Lance leans down a bit more, kissing Lizzie’s head, “I love you the most.”

You smiled at the man and his daughter, rushing him out the door before he missed the session.

Lizzie was but a few days old, much too little for you to be taking her to a race. You’re certain there were rumours floating around that you and Lance had split after you not being there for a few months. Once you hit your 5th month of pregnancy, it was hard to find the bump under clothes and your doctor suggested staying in one place or only go to races that are much shorter flights.

It was killing you to miss his home race this weekend but there was nothing you wouldn’t do for this little girl.

You two sort of lay around for a bit. You take a million and one photos of her; new parents and not wanting to miss a moment. You had the tv on, watching as the sky sports crew made their way through the paddock, asking around while they set up for qualifying.

Lizzie stretches in your arms and you decide to change her into the little outfit her grandfather had gifted her.

The day after you two told Lawrence you were expecting, you received a basket of baby things; onesies, hats, shirts, little jackets and hoodies, a blanket and even a little car stuffie all in Aston Martin green with the little logo on it.

The little girl was now in a onesie, the Aston logo across her tummy and the back had a number 18 on it.

You put her to lay on the couch so you can take a photo of her. You send that on to Lawrence with a message attached; future aston driver ?

Your father in law replied with a yes and a million emojis that he’s newly discovered and had come to love.

“Your grandad is so cheesy,” you tell her quietly, picking her back up. You held her in your arm carefully, watching as they were doing last minute checks before the cars would be pulling out for quali.

The two of you take a selfie, both you and Lizzie have on Aston Martin shirts with the matching 18 on the back.

To Lance: good luck!! <3 *1 Image Attachment*

From Lance: miss my biggest fan.

To Lance: awh you miss me? how sweet.

From Lance: you’re funny, you got booted. Lizzie is daddy’s biggest fan.

To Lance: it’s not cute when you refer to yourself as daddy.

From Lance: you love it mommy.

To Lance: you’re sooooo gross. go race, we love you.

Setting the phone down, you rocked the sleepy baby softly. The volume was low but the sound of the zooming cars and the rumbling engines lulled her back to sleep.

You managed to stay awake through qualifying; Sebastian and Lance were starting one after another with the German in P17 and the Canadian in P18.

Not the best but hopefully tomorrow will be better.

Lizzie woke up at some point after qualifying. You changed her diaper, fed her, rocked her and sang to her until you two found your way back to the couch. It had been a repeat of the same thing for the last few days; sleep, eat, sing to her, take a million photos, change her and repeat.

You tried to get a few minutes of sleep when she did which is what you were doing when your boyfriend walked into the apartment. The door shuts quietly, the man setting the keys down on the entry table softly before making his way over to his girls on the couch.

Despite changing his clothes, you could still smell the burnt rubber and gasoline on his skin. “Hey,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss Lizzie’s head before sitting next to you.

The girl in your arms and your head back against the couch cushions. Your eyes were shut but you open them when you feel him take her from you, giving you a break.

“Weren’t you sleeping?” He asks, Lizzie’s little hand wrapping around his finger when he gently rubs over her hand.

“Resting my eyes,” you hum, snuggling into his side.

The man smiles, there’s nothing better than having his two girls with him. He rocks the girl in his arms back and forth ever so softly, calming her when she stirs. “Shh, go back to sleep angel. Daddy’s here.”

You looked up from his shoulder at him, “what did I tell you about that daddy thing?”

“I was talking to Lizzie, you freak.” He chuckles, kissing your head.

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Weekend of the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix, 2022.

You and Lance have finally decided to take Elizabeth to her first Grand Prix. It only made sense to take her to Abu Dhabi, seeing that it was the final race of the season, and that you would get there early enough to give her time to acclimate to the environment.

Also, you had sweet talk Lance into thinking it was a good idea because you wanted to be there for Sebastian's final weekend.

Lawrence had been asking when he was going to see his granddaughter at a race and all the things just aligned, it made the most sense to go then rather than wait for the start of next season.

Lizzie was now six months old, and she was starting to hit a few milestones. She can roll over and sit up on her own, starting to pull herself up and make efforts to crawl. She's starting to babble and make funny faces at you. She also is starting to recognize people and she loves when her auntie Chloe and uncle Scotty come over because Scotty spends 98% of the time making funny faces at her, and it causes the sweetest little giggles you’ve ever heard in your life.

You had given her a shower, getting her dressed for the day and you were about to get dressed yourself, thinking you’d be leaving her with her dad but the man was knocked out in the arm chair, the baby bottle sat on his lap and dripping on his shirt.

It was too funny to ignore so you set Lizzie in her playpen, taking a photo of Lance before posting it to your Instagram story.

It’s the first post of him you've made since you suddenly vanished from the paddock. Of course you cover the baby bottle with a little heart emoji and tagged him before setting your phone down.

“Sweetheart,” you nudged him softly. Lance stirred a bit but didn’t open his eyes. You take the baby bottle off of his lap and sit on him. “Lance, c’mon.”

The man finally opens his eyes, a scowl on his face. “Why’d you wake me?” He groans.

“You have dinner with the guys tonight.”

“Noooo,” he whines, his arms wrapped around you. “Let me stay.”

“I’ll give you Lizzie and have her drool on you if you don’t get up.” You give him a look and his brows raise, “you wouldn’t.”

You get off his lap, going to get the girl out of her playpen. “Fine!” He shouts, grabbing you by the waist when he rushes over you, his arms around you once again as he hugs you from behind. Lance's chin rests on your shoulder, “I love her but she drools soooo much.” He sighs, earning a laugh from you.

“Go change,” you wiggle him off of you. Lance nods, leaving you two to go change for dinner.

“You’re sure you’ll be okay?” He yells from the bedroom and you roll your eyes; you know he means well but sometimes you swear he forgets it’s just the two of you when he was away racing.

“Chloe is coming over, we’re gonna catch up on our gossip.” You tell him, picking up Lizzie and swinging her around. The little girl giggled, her big brown eyes wide and her gummy smile on display.

Lance comes out of the room, “and what do we plan to do with little missy when you two are catching up on your gossip?”

There’s a knock on the hotel door and you walk over to open it, Chloe and Scotty arriving together. Lizzie babbles when her uncle reaches for her, smothering her cheeks with kisses when you hand her over.

“Voila!” You show your boyfriend, his sister and her fiancé enamoured with their niece.

Lance shook his head, “you’re something else, babe.”

“It's called delegating, Lance.”

“Whatever,” the man nods, giving you a thumbs up with a look of fake disappointment. He gives you a kiss goodbye before saying hello to his sister and Scotty. He takes Lizzie from Scotty for a minute to say goodnight to her, knowing she'd be sleeping by the time he got back from dinner.

“I love you, sugarplum.” He whispers to his daughter, “sleep well.” He kissed her temple gently before handing her back over to her uncle.

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The final qualifying of the season and you two had just returned to the paddock after almost an entire year of you not being there.

This time with a special guest.

Lizzie was in her dad’s arms, pulling on his sunglasses every other second as he walked through the paddock.

The little girl looked out into the swarming photographers then back to her dad who was whispering something to her. His other hand was holding yours, the obvious fact was that this was why you had vanished from the paddock.

You make it to the garage and while you two settle in, Lizzie is going from hand to hand, basking in all the attention she was getting; she gets that from you, her father wasn’t the most sociable with people he didn’t know, while you were a social butterfly.

Lizzie’s got a pair of clunky green headphones over her ears, protecting her little ears from the loud noises. She was currently on Seb’s side of the garage, Britta holding the little girl as Seb showed her something he had in his hands.

“I think Hanna’s gotta prepare herself for the ‘I think we should have one more’ talk,” you joked with Lance, nodding towards Seb who was clearly enthralled by the little girl.

Lance laughed, “Seb just loves kids, babe. He’s been asking me to bring her around.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that?” You smacked his arm lightly, “I would have brought her.”

“Sometimes I think you like Sebastian more than you like me,” he gives you a pointed look and you smile, “I do.” You walked off to get Lizzie before the session started.

“Hey,” you wiggled your fingers at the girl, getting her attention. Seb turns to see you, pulling you into a side hug, his arm over your shoulders. “She’s so cute, y/n.” He tells you, Britta had bent down so Seb’s daughters could talk to her.

“Thank you, Seb.” You smiled, “I think she looks like her dad.”

“No way, she's your carbon copy. She just has his eyes.” He says, “that’s why she’s cute, if she looked like him... well..”

“Sebastian!” You laughed, taking Lizzie back from Britta.

The German laughs, “I'm kidding. Hanna’s upstairs and that’s where you two are going, right?” He looks over at his daughters, the little blonde girls nod and hug their father before turning to you.

“Can we play with her later?” The oldest asks and you nod, “of course. I’ll bring her upstairs in a few minutes.”

The girls ran down the hallway hand in hand, back upstairs to their mother and little brother.

“Good luck,” you tell Seb, “say good luck to uncle Seb,” you tell Lizzie, lifting her chubby hand to wave to the man before returning to Lance’s side of the garage.

Lance takes the girl from you the moment you walk back over, sneaking in as many cuddles he can before he was needed in the car. You took a few photos of the two; Lizzie’s little green dress matches the colour of her father’s race suit and her chunky hands rested on her daddy’s cheeks, smacking his face softly as he pretended to bite her chubby cheeks.

One of his engineers gives him the signal, time for him to get in the car. “I love you sugarplum,” he whispers to the girl, handing her back over to you.

The moment Elizabeth is back in your arms, she starts crying. It was safe to say she was a daddy’s girl through and through, she had that man wrapped around her finger; Lance had a pout on his face like you had ripped his heart out and stomped on it the moment she started crying.

“Don’t,” you warn him, your hand on his cheek when you kiss him.

Neither of you seemed to notice the cameras flashing or the fact that they had gotten the whole sweet moment before Lance and his girls in camera.

“Go before she wants you again.” You tell him, shooing him off while Elizabeth was looking over your shoulder, away from her father. He blows his girls a kiss once more, walking off to get his helmet and get in the car. You bounce Lizzie in your arms until the car pulls out of the garage and then you head upstairs to find Hanna and the kids.

Quali had finished faster than expected but neither you nor Hanna were really paying attention; the woman was letting you in on the secrets of motherhood while the children played.

The little boy was laying on his mum’s lap, his eyes shut and his blonde curls all over the place. You were sitting on the floor, Elizabeth on your lap while the girls showed her their toys, putting on a show for her. Lizzie had no idea what they were on about but the expressions on their faces along with the colourful toys captured her attention enough to get her to babble along, swinging her hands happily.

Sebastian and Lance found their way upstairs to see their kids before having to go off to press.

If you had asked Sebastian if he thought both he and Lance would be going up to see their children by the time he retired when he first started at Aston, the man would have laughed in your face.

But it’s funny how life works and children change you for the better. Sebastian told his teammate as much.

Lance find his way to sit behind you and you lean back on his legs. Sebastian is next to Hanna, sinking into the couch when he lets out a big breath.

“How’d we do, boys?” You asked and Seb shrugs. “Could be better.”

“Says the man in P9,” Lance laughed, his hands coming down to rest on your shoulders. “And you?” You leaned back, your head on his knee as you looked up at him.

“P14.”

“Tomorrow will be better.” Your hand comes up to rest on his, giving it a soft squeeze.

“Ah young love,” Seb sighs, nudging Hanna. “Remember when we were like that?”

“You’re still like that, Sebastian.” The woman gives him an exasperated look, earning a few laughs.

Elizabeth was looking around now, instantly wiggling from your grasp and trying to turn when she heard Lance’s voice. You lean to the side, letting Lance hunch over and pick her up. She’s standing on his lap, hands on his face to keep her balance as she looks around. She sees Sebastian to her left who was making faces at her.

The little girl babbles, her father’s hands being the only thing keeping her up when she reaches for Sebastian. Lance hands her over to Seb, Elizabeth sitting comfortably on his lap when you lean back to take a photo of her, Seb and Hanna.

“Can’t believe both of my girls prefer Sebastian over me.” Lance grumbles, making you laugh.

“He has 4 championships, how many do you have?” You asked your boyfriend, the man rolling his eyes at your comment.

Sebastian looks down at the little girl, her hands tugging on the bracelet on his wrist. “Remember when the kids were this little?” He asked his wife and she smiled.

“You could always have one more,” Lance suggests to the older couple.

“No.” Hanna says, while Seb had a whole other answer; “yes.”

You and Lance exchange a look, laughing at them.

“Feel free to babysit Liz anytime you want another kid, she’ll change your mind.” You tell them and Seb shakes his head, lifting the girl when he looks up at her.

“Mum says you’re naughty,” he gives her a look and she giggles. “Yeah, you’re not bad, you're a good girl.” He smiles at her, “I know you are, sweetheart.” He sets her back on his lap, facing him.

At some point, Britta comes looking for Seb, both of the drivers having to up and leave for press. There’s lots of smooches, the kids wanting their fathers to stay and promises of sweets upon return.

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P8 for Lance and P10 for Sebastian.

The Astons finishing off the season in the points and almost beating Alfa Romeo for 6th in the constructors was a good position to be in.

You had joined the mechanics on the pit wall for the final lap, watching the cars cross the finish line. Lizzie was a few feet away, her chunky green headphones over her ears as her grandfather held her.

Sebastian was currently doing his final donuts of his F1 career and you could see Hanna and the kids to your left, watching with the proudest looks on their faces. You smiled at them, a hand on your back pulling your attention away from the family.

Lance stood beside you, his arm over your shoulders and his race suit rolled down to his waist. “Back so soon?” You asked, assuming he would have still been in parc fermé and yet he was here. “Wanted to see my girls.” He smiled, letting you lean in to kiss him.

“I’m so proud of you,” you whispered against his lips and he kissed you once more.

“Where’s sugar plum?” He looked around when he realized you didn't have her.

You nod towards the pit wall; Elizabeth was banging on all the buttons on the table, Lawrence laughing as he watched the little girl.

The chaos on the track died down, everyone returning to their respective garages or off to watch the podium. The paddock was still packed; fans, crew, drivers, families, celebrities despite the fact that it was nearly 10pm.

The two drivers were in the garage, the Vettel children running circles around their grandparents as Seb and Hanna made the rounds, Sebastian getting into a conversation with everyone he stopped to talk too. You and Lance were soaking in the last few moments of the season on track. Elizabeth was with her granddad, the little girl being carried around the paddock as he said his goodbyes and small talk with the other team principals.

“Can I get a picture?” The photographer asks when he sees Sebastian and Hanna with you two.

The 4 of you manage to find yourselves together after the few drinks you’ve had, all adorning dopey, happy grins on your faces.

It was a bittersweet moment; the start of a new adventure for both drivers.

Sebastian navigates retired life while Lance figures out how to be a father - something he knows he’ll be turning to Seb for when he’s at a loss.

You two say your goodbyes to Sebastian, Hanna and the kids, as well as Seb’s parents and his brother. Lawrence catches the Vettels on the way out, letting Lizzie say bye to her new friends before they head out for the night.

“Can I have my baby back?” Lance asked his father and the older man shook his head, “no. She’s my granddaughter.”

“But she’s my daughter.” He bickered with his father.

You let them bicker, quietly taking Lizzie from Lawrence without either of them noticing. When they finally stop fighting and notice you’re holding the girl, you smile. “You forget she’s still my girl before either of yours.”

Lance packs up the rest of his things shortly after saying goodbye to everyone else in the garage. You three were on your way out when you got stopped by Elena shouting for you.

“Y/N!” She starts running to you three.

“ELENA!” you shout back, rushing over to give the woman a hug. Lizzie was squished between you two, Elena taking her from you. “Mon amour,” she fixed the bow on the little girl’s dress, “you’ve gotten so big.” She kisses her cheek.

Esteban and Mick weren’t far behind. The Frenchman coos over the little girl with his girlfriend and Mick joins in.

The 3 of them had come to meet Elizabeth post Canadian Grand Prix along with Sebastian. The 4 of them and Hanna, were the only ones aside from your families that knew you two had a baby hence her instant connection when she saw them again.

Once again, Elizabeth is the star of the show. Esteban is forced to take a million pictures of her and Elena. One thing with Lizzie was that she loved the attention, she always found the camera in the room. Mick was passed the phone next, taking one of Esteban with the girls. You and Lance joined the couple, all of you smiling for the camera. Elizabeth was getting fussy so you took her back but she started wiggling, her little arms stretched out for her uncle Mick.

Mick was holding the girl now and you asked one of the Alfa Romeo crew members passing by to take the photo for the 6 of you.

You smiled, watching as Mick spun around with the girl in his arms. He was telling her something, tickling her side as he did.

“We’re headed to the club, you guys want to come?” Elena asks, her fingers interlocking with her boyfriend’s.

“Uhh,” Lance looked at you and you shrugged. “We’d have to get someone to watch Liz first.” He tells his friends.

Esteban nods, “the joys of being parents.” He jokes.

“Well, I'll text you where we end up, text me if you’re coming!” Elena tells you, saying goodbye as they head out. Mick joined them once he passed Elizabeth back to Lance, giving the girl a kiss on the cheek before leaving.

“Do you want to go?” He asks you, the three of you heading out. “It’d be nice but who’s gonna look after Lizzie?” You looked over at him and he paused, literally stopped in the middle of the parking lot.

“I know exactly who.”

It’s a short walk back to the hotel, you two pack up whatever you think Elizabeth would need for the night, putting her in the stroller before heading back to the elevator. Lance hit the button for the 16th floor and you know exactly what he’s thinking. Once you got off, you followed the man to the door.

He knocks and Chloe opens the door. “Hey,” she smiles, leaning on the door frame. “Everything okay?”

“I was wondering..” Lance starts. “Since you’re my favourite sister and all-” “Your only sister but go on,” she folds her arms, waving him on.

“Can you watch sugar plum tonight? I know you two don’t have plans and we wanted to go out.”

Chloe gives her brother an obviously look but she nods, “of course we’ll watch her. Do you have her stuff?”

“Everything’s in her baby bag, thank you guys.” You tell her when Lance pushes the stroller into the suite. “No need to thank me, I know you two needed a night to relax. Go have your fun, we’ll see you in the morning.” She gives you a shove out of the room.

“You’re sure you’ll be okay ?” Lance asked his sister and she smacks his shoulder, “duh, I used to look after you. We’ll be fine, I'll call if anything but I won’t need to, so go.”

The two of you were a little hesitant to leave Elizabeth without either of you for the night, seeing that it was the first time that you've actually done that but you knew she’d be in good hands with her auntie Chloe and uncle Scotty.

You two ended up meeting Elena, Esteban and Mick at the club and had the time of your lives; dancing, doing shots, singing along to the horribly loud music that was playing.

It was the type of night that you wanted to remember forever that won’t be fully remembered. The best kind of night.

It was nearly 8am when you found yourselves back in the elevator and on your way to get your daughter. Lance wanted to go back to the hotel room and sleep off the hangover he knew was incoming but you at least wanted to see Elizabeth first.

You knocked on the door quietly, Scotty opened it with a wide awake Lizzie in his arms.

“You two look like hell,” he laughed, bouncing the girl in his arms. “Sorry we’re late,” you tell him, smiling at the girl who was still sleepy and drooling all over his shirt.

He steps aside. “It’s okay, c’mon in.”

Chloe was knocked out on the couch, the baby bottle in her hand. “Lizzie put her to sleep?” You chuckled and Scotty nodded. “It’s hard work but it's worth it, isn’t it?”

“So worth it.” You smiled.

Lance has found himself to the spot next to his sister, dropping down and his eyes already shut.

“You should stay for breakfast.” He says, sitting on the couch across from the one Lance and Chloe were on. “I doubt we’ll be having breakfast anytime soon,” You nod towards the sleeping siblings.

“That's okay,” he smiles, “you should get some rest too. I can watch her.”

“Are you sure? You guys had her all night.”

Scotty waves you off, nodding towards the bedroom. “She slept through the night like a champ, woke up like 30 minutes ago. Go get some rest.” He sends you off.

It was maybe 3 or 4 hours later when you felt the little hands on your side. Lance in bed with you and Lizzie between you two. “Hi sugar,” you picked her up, kissing her temple.

“Sleep well?” Your boyfriend asks and you nod, “good enough.”

“We ordered lunch, should be here by time Chloe gets out of the shower.” He rubs your leg, “she left some clothes for you.” He nods towards the t-shirt and pants at the end of the bed.

After a few minutes, you got out of bed and changed, making sure to wash your face and brush your teeth before joining Lance, Elizabeth and Scotty in the living room. Chloe joined a few minutes after you just in time for lunch to arrive.

All of you settled in around the table and started having breakfast, chatting away and you took a moment to make a post on Instagram for the first time in a long time.

It’s a couple photos from the last few days in Abu Dhabi.

The first one from race day, you and Lance leaning on his car with Lizzie peeking out from under the halo of the car while she sat in his seat.

The next one is Chloe, Scotty and Lizzie. The three of them laying on the floor from the night they came over while Lance was at Seb’s retirement dinner.

The next 3 are from post race before you went out; one of Elena, Esteban and Elizabeth, one of Mick and Elizabeth and finally one with all 6 of you in front of the Aston Martin garage.

Lawrence had sent you a photo of Lizzie and him sitting on the pit wall that one of the engineers took, her big chunky headphones being tugged on while her granddad tried to fix them.

The last group photo was on you, Lance, Seb and Hanna in the Aston garage before you all headed out for the night; arms wrapped around each other and big goofy grins on your faces.

There were the final two pictures; One of you and Lizzie, she’s on your lap while you do your makeup and one of her and Lance in the pool, he’s holding her while they’re laughing at each other.

The set was captioned with a perfect end to the season <3.

You set the phone down, looking back at the people sitting around the table. Your boyfriend, your daughter, your sister in law and your brother in law.

The little unit made some of the best memories and had some of the most important people in your life there.

It truly was the perfect end to the season.

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midnights-dragon · 7 months

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Crowley walking all sexy and slutty like up to that bloke at the pub table and saying “hello~” while eluding “hi yeah I’m the husband” energy reminded me of something and I couldn’t figure out what it was until I rewatched an episode of Lucifer and. IT'S LITERALLY HIM Y’ALL HE SAYS IT THE EXACT SAME WAY I’m losing it over here

and then I was thinking about it and they’re actually so similar that it hurts, and I sort of fell down a rabbit hole of Lucifer scenes that are just so Crowley.

They just want someone to accept and love them but they’ve accepted that that will never happen so they try to play the role of the strong, powerful one who can’t be hurt,

and only show their vulnerabilities to the person that they love the most, all while believing that love can never be reciprocated.

(they’re also both the ‘I make jokes about my trauma’ type which is always appreciated- btw Amenadiel reminds me a lot of Aziraphale, though obviously not in any romantic way with Lucifer, but especially with his inner conflict with Heaven in s2/3)

so basically they’re so similar and would in fact be besties if the shows existed in the same universe because imagine-

Lucifer, drunk, post-s3 breakup: Chloe tried to poison me after abandoning me for like months and months bc who I really was wasn’t someone she could love

Crowley, drunker, post-divorce and taking notes: oh so that’s what’ll happen when he comes back good to know good to know

Plus the whole “God on earth” plot line feels like something that COULD happen in s3 maybe?? And Lucifer’s time with God was one of my favorite arcs because he was so (justifiably) angry but when it came down to it and God apologized, all Lucifer ever wanted was that love, and his barriers just came crashing down and he allowed his fathers love to be given to him

They're in vastly different circumstances and situations, sure, and their love stories with their respective slow burns are definitely very different, though with some similarities (most notably Chloe leaving at the end of s3 once realizing who he really is, which can be compared to Aziraphale unintentionally implying that he was leaving Crowley because Crowley could never be enough for him as a demon), but the really are so similar.

"why do I hate myself so much?" seems very much like a line that Crowley could spit out with so much venom in s3 when drunk off his ass and I am here for it.

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peaceloveandf1 · 1 year

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Soft Launch pt.3

part 1

part 2

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part 5

part 6

summary: A month into the f1 winter break, y/n and Lance have been spending quality time in the US. Y/n is making her long awaited return to music after her divorce and she’s picked two songs to announce that it’s final.

pairing: Lance Stroll x Reader

Face claim: Taylor Swift

warnings: smut, oral seggs (f! receiving)

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yourusername we were something don’t you think so? Proud to announce my two new singles “The 1” and “Clean” are out now.

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yourbestfriend: so proud of how far you’ve come

yn1fan: HOLY HOLY SHIT IM READY

chloestroll: so excited for you 💗

enews: are you trying to tell us something bestie??

formulwon: Chloe commented and Lance liked🤨

^ WagsF1: okay and? They run in the same circle.

^formulwon: idk they both were posting at the same times……

peavceandlove: so sorry to hear about the divorce…I loved y’all 😔

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enews It’s over. y/n l/n has confirmed in two new songs that her and nhl player Matt Boldy have not just separated but they have finalized their divorce. click the link in bio to read more

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ynandMatt1: mom and dad divorced😔

boldysgirlie: I bet she cheated… she’s been with a f1 driver

ynfan: I hope she’s doing so much better now

yns.style: albums boutta be fire

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“Congratulations baby!” Lance said pecking me on the cheek at midnight. Bringing two pieces of cake out of the fridge as we lounged on the couch. “It’s only a matter of time until the tabloids put shit out though” I groaned laying my head against the arm rest. “That’s why you and Matt have already talked about it. He knows this is your job. You write songs. Fucking good ones I would like to add, but no way people think you’d release an album with songs about him without talking first.” He added pulling me up by my hands.

“Lance. I don’t know if you know but I love you” I smiled as he pulled me into a hug. “I think you may have said it once or twice” he laughed, “I love you too. I’m proud of you” he said, pulling me in for a kiss. Smirking, he whispered in my ear,“I think we should celebrate”, before pull me into a heated kiss the cake left forgotten on the coffee table.

“Babe I’m so fucking proud of you” Lance sighed, breaking the kiss and playing with the hem of my or his shirt. Hands grasping my waist, a sigh of relief escaping my mouth as Lance’s warm breath grazed my neck.

“Can we take this somewhere else?” I whispered as his lips connected to my neck, sucking softly.

“Thought you’d never ask. Jump” He said, pulling away from my neck and pulling me up, one hand in my hair, the other under my ass.

Reconnecting the kiss, Lance guided you two toward the bedroom. This wasn’t any regular kiss. It was different. Lance’s kisses ignited a fire in me, I felt giddy and burning with desire every time we were together. You would’ve thought the feeling would fade after the “honeymoon” stage but the desire is still prevalent. Every time we end up in bed together it’s new, it’s exhilarating, it’s fucking hot.

His lips attached to my neck as soon as we passed the threshold to my room, biting down and then soothing with his tongue. “Oh my god” I moaned out as he found the spot he knew I loved. I quickly covered my mouth to stop more moans escaping. “Let me hear you babe. Please”, Lance says kicking the door shut behind us.

Our clothes were ripped off in a whirlwind and thrown somewhere into the darkness as we backed up toward the bed. Lance’s hands found my skin, allowing a tiny whimper to slip past my lips as he brushed his palm against my breasts and then nipples.

“Oh my god Lance”, I groaned, grabbing his bicep, and sliding my hand to his thigh, making him take a sharp intake of breath. “I’ve been thinking about this since you left for London”, I moaned as his hand slipped down in between my legs, cupping the emerald green panties I wore.

“Fuck.” He grumbled, bending his head to leave open mouthed kisses across my abdomen, “I think about this so much”.

A gasp slipped from my mouth as he dropped to his knees, hands reaching the waist line of my panties and letting them pool at my ankles.

I shivered when I felt cool air hit my clit. “Don’t tease. Please”, I moaned, causing Lance to smirk up at me. His calloused fingers brushed against my inner thigh and I gasped as hit fingers finally slid in between my folds.

“You’re so fucking hot” Lance breathed from his spot between my legs. I gasped as his fingers finally pressed into my clit, while his tongue licked a stripe across my pussy.

“Oh god”, I practically yelled as his pace sped up, causing my hand to fly into his hair. More soft moans flew past my lips as he stroked you into a state of bliss. His tongue continued to hit the perfect spot as my thighs began to tense and moans got louder.

“Shit, babe I’m so close” I gasped as Lance continued his pace.

You knew that he could feel your muscles contracting and groaned, sending a wave of pleasure straight into your body.

“You gonna cum?” He asked, with a hit of cockiness in his voice and I continued to moan loudly.

“Yes, it feels so fucking good” I gasped as I felt myself come to the edge, expletives leaving my mouth. My legs began shaking, as my spine began to arch under his touch.

Lance groaned, wiping his mouth as he pulled away from me, smirking up at me before capturing me in a kiss. “Fuck that was hot” he whispered, “nice panties” he laughed before kissing me again.

I snickered as walking toward the bathroom. “I thought you’d like them.”

He stood there watching as I reached the door. “You coming?”, I asked him and to no surprised he followed, wrapping his hands around my waist.

“I love you”, he breathed out.

“I love you too.”

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howhow326 · 8 months

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First day of college is tomorrow so

Team Miraculous Headcanons!

(Note: I feel like the temp heros arent fleshed out as much so im only talking about their role on the team and the difference between their civilian and hero persona.)

Ladybug & Chat Noir: you already know.

Rena Rouge & Carapace: Just like the two lovebirds up there, I think there personalities swap in their hero personas. While Alya is the more rational one and Nino the coming up with crazy ideas, Rena is the crazy idea girl and Carapace is the one that wants everyone to think things through. In combat, Carapace is a frontliner like Chat Noir but with meatshield bent. Rena rarely sees combat because she's more of a mission control/guy in the chair/Navigator and yes I can randomly make persona references that supports the team from the shadows with illusions and spying on the villain.

Queen Bee: This might contradict canon but idc, Queen Bee is nice! Like yeah, she still insults her teammates, but not to their faces anymore! Chloe's making an effort to not be bad and she's failing, but it's the thought that counts right? In battle, Chloe is just doing her best Ladybug impression and it's not too bad.

Vesperia: If Queen Bee is Chloe trying to be nice, then Vesperia is Zoe being a savage! The girl has a lot of pent up anger from living with Audrey and Chloe at the same time, so she deserves to cut loose a bit. Vesperia is one of the heroes that uses the most taunts and insults against villains, sometimes to bait them but most of the time it's just her being a little bad. She's a frontliner but with an emphasis on dodging hits and grabbing attention.

Viperion: Luka is approachable, Viperion is not. He has creepy eyes and half of Paris is convinced he's psychic and can read minds (which isn't entirely wrong, he just reads emotions). The bad rep dosen't bother Luka too much, but it gets annoying when his teammates are scared of him.

Pegasus: Despite being a nerd, Max really isn't an uptight person. As long as something dosen't endanger himself, he's open to trying new things. Pegasus isn't. He lowkey believes he's surrounded by idiots including Ladybug (but he obeys her orders cause she hasn't really lost yet). Half of Paris is also terrified by him because he's able to pull off Batman levels of big brain during a fight.

King Monkey: Most of the temp's hero personas have different personalities but King monkey really is just Kim in monkey suit. Max has lowkey sussed out his identity, Kim suspects nothing.

Ryuko: Kagami is calm, which is why no one has figured out her identity because Ryuko is cRaZy. She's like one of those middle schoolers pretending to be their favorite anime character but WITH REAL POWERS! Villains are also scared of her because she has like 3 powers for some reason.

Purple Tigress: What more can I add? We all saw her: a raging cat lesbian. She's a berserker!

Pigella: She's like that one "threatening positivity" post: you will feel better, you have no choice >:)". the Love square between her and Tigress is real also. In fight she's like those really annoying spell casters that hypnotize your party members.

Miss Hound: When Sabrina transforms she just goes full Chloe! All the years of being mistreated come out as her being 10× meaner than any other hero! Miss Hound dodges a villains attack? "And thats why your useless, utterly useless!" She and Vesperia are besties!

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theviridianbunny · 10 months

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SCAPBOOKING - JUNE 2023

A collection of scans from my current scrapbook. Just a bunch of doodles, stickers and things that make me happy/ inspire me

notes/credits to follow under the cut:

AGHHH HI IT'S BEEN FOREVER SINCE I'VE DONE ONE OF THESE!!

a few credits and notes:

WOW - what a fun few months it's been - Not really done too much work on this scrap boom for a while (just because my brain is always in 50 places at once ahaahah!!) - had a few problems the with the scanner at my local library again (but it was still fun trying it out !!) - i am aware a few of the pages look rather... blank - I may go back and add to them soon- I think today it was just a "oH MY GOD I NEED TO GET SCANS DONE AHDHJHDFDHFJD !!!" and I BATTLED WITH THE SCANNER AND SCRAMED A LITTLE INTERNALLY BUT HERE WE ARE--- WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

prited out a few of my fave jackie / viridian screenshots- also a few solo shots of my best girlie !! also went mad with stickers because you can NEVER have too many of them !! also collected the cinema tickets from when i saw john wick 4 and across the spriderverse ~

hand written note on the first page is from my dear friend bluefayt (linked her caard) - above that is a picture of me from comic con last year (taken by my fantastic irl bestie @withoutyouimsaskia <333 i love you aaaaa - we saw a bunch of star wars cosplayers and this person cosplaying as darth vader was posing for photos - they LARPed with me for a moment anf that photo was taken mid LARP - oh what an experice that was ~) sorry if you cant see it very well because of the damn contrast settings (tried to edit the scans but they ended up looking worse... so just posted the raw ones!!)

The xfiles tea packet is from @beastlybeverages !! I bought a pack of the xfiles themed tea last year after going to comic con - its a tea I really really enjoyed !!

The fith page - on the right - the postcard with the black and pink squares !! thats some serious art but my irl bestie Tim (aka 1710.film) - the post card was from an exhibition that happened when we were both at uni!!! Tim is not on tumblr- but please do check out his work- He is a photographer / conceptual artist - and one of my best dearest and lovely friends <3 you can find him on intagram here

sticker of the iron bull on page 4 is by @seonysketches - the manga ladies on pages 4 , 6 and 7 are by @pinkapplejam (find her esty here) - most of the other stickers i just had laying around - or picked up random packs in charity shops !! post cards and art cards too !! i found a whole pack of fairyloot(?) prints in a charity shop for like £2.49 and was like YOOO NEED - the art on the first pahe on the left side is of one of the main characters from these violent delights by chloe gong (WHICH I AM HOPING TO START READING SOON AGHHHH!))))

ugh um if you're at the end if this rammble your're the real mvp - thank you for coming to my ted talk wooOOOO !!!!!!!

#scrapbooking #journaling #oc: viridian #traditional art #art on tumblr #cp2077 #bunny makes art #oc: rowan hawkmore #demon slayer #cyberpunk 2077 #jackie welles #otp: to this #scrapbook journal #idk how to tag this aghhh #bunny screams into the void

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whorekneecentral · 1 year

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kinktober - day 29 - wax play // l.s18

Lance Stroll x Fem!Reader

Warnings: alcohol and the consumption of, a little mishap with a candle, lance and his besties together for his birthday, wax play, nipple play, penetrative sex, creampie.

Word Count: 1,447

Author’s Note: okay once again, sorry for the delay + this is sorta birthday centric cause it’s his birthday today lmao -- this might be nonsense I'm hopped up on tylenol and orajel lmao // also sorta proof read sorry :)

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Lance stumbled into a drunken thought after his birthday party and the next day, he’s unable to get it out of his head.

“No, hold on.” You call, the lit candle in your hand. You were trying to get Esteban to move the napkins from near the cake before the candles caught on them.

“Do we have enough candles?” Elena asks, coming from the kitchen with another package.

“I think so,” Mick says, counting the candles on the cake.

Lance sat there patiently waiting for everyone to be done fussing so he could blow out the candles and cut his birthday cake. It was currently Sunday afternoon, after the race. Lance's birthday was on Saturday which was yesterday but because of qualifying, and the next day being race day, they weren't able to do anything together.

All of their flights were leaving Tuesday seeing that they have a week off to rest so tonight would be to party.

The Aston Martin crew had cut a cake for him Saturday before qualifying but he and his friends along with their girlfriends decided to celebrate together post race by cutting a cake and having a little party at an Airbnb in Mexico City.

It was Esteban and Elena as well as Mick and Justine, even Sebastian had popped in for a bit with Hanna before they head out for their reservations. The candle in your hand was lit and you had moved back to get something and you bumped into the chair, the candle dropped and the hot wax hit your thigh.

“Ow!” You rub your thigh, Lance looks over at you. “Are you okay?” He asks you and you nod, “I'm fine, just a little burn. Didn’t even hurt.”

“Are we ready?” Esteban asks, counting the candles; all 24 on the perfectly iced cake.

“One second,” you tell him, getting your phone before FaceTiming someone. You say hello to your sister in law, Chloe and her fiancé, Scotty. You flip the camera so they can see and then you'll begin to sing happy birthday.

Esteban and Mick lead the count, asking him how old he was until they got to 24.

Lance blows out his candles and he cuts the cake.You feed him a piece and then feed him one more on behalf of his sister.

Everyone sort of spreads out after that; Elena and Justine decide to stay inside because it’s sticky and hot out but the 3 boys are on the back desk, having a beer to unwind. You were in the kitchen cutting a piece of cake to give to Sebastian and Hanna, seeing that they had to go.

“Are you sure you can’t stay?” You ask, following them to the door.

“Maybe, we’ll stop by after dinner.” Hanna says with a smile. “No worries,” you return the smile, “you guys have fun. Oh! and try the dulce de leche cake, I hear it's fantastic.”

“We will,” Sebastian says, giving you a hug after Hanna does. “You guys have fun too.” He says and you wait by the door, waving them goodbye as he pulls out.

On the back deck, Lance seemed distracted. Esteban nudges Mick and they look over at their friend, “what’s wrong?” Esteban asks him.

“Nothing.” Lance takes a sip of his beer, the liquid gone warm now and he grimaces at the taste. Mick’s brows furrow, “c’mon man, we know you. What’s on your mind?” He asks his friend.

“Nothing, just thinking about y/n.”

“What about her?” Esteban pokes, earning a smile from his friend. “Just.. well the candle fell on her.” Lance says.

Mick sighs, “she's fine, Lance. I’ve seen her walk into a door and apologize to it.” He laughed.

Lance rolled his eyes, laughing. “That was once and she was drunk, she gets a pass.”

No one except Lance seems to notice the look on your face when the candle hits your thigh. The little hint of excitement that flashed across your face made Lance wonder if that was something you were into. He’d never thought about it nor did he ever ask about it.

The night wrapped up that much longer after that. Esteban and Elena, along with Mick and Justine, decide to head back to their hotels for the night, leaving you and Lance alone for the night.

Your boyfriend dropped back onto the couch, you had a candle burning on the table, the house smelling of cinnamon and apples. His eyes fixed on the glass jar on the coffee table, your hair raking through his thick hair.

“Penny for your thoughts birthday boy?” You ask.

He smiles, “my thoughts are worth more than a penny.”

“Oh sorry,” you laughed, “not all of us have a rich daddy to give us money.”

“Don’t hassle me on my birthday.” Lance pouts and you laugh, leaning down to kiss him. Lance pulls you on top of him, your arms over his neck as you sit on his lap, your lips on his. Your boyfriend’s hands rests on your ass, pulling you forward, your chest pressed to his.

“I was thinking,” he mumbles against your lips. “About?” you ask, your hand resting on his jaw.

“You know when you dropped the candle on your leg.. did it hurt?”

“A little but a.. good hurt.”

“I thought so.” He hums and your brows furrow, “why?” You ask.

Lance scoots you off his lap, his hands reaching for your shirt. He helps you take your top off before he reaches for the candle. You look at your boyfriend hesitantly, “can I try something?” He asks.

You look at him, a little unsure. “Uh-” “Do you trust me?” His eyes find yours.

You nod, “of course I do.”

Lance lets you lay back, he tips the candle over your torso and lets the hot wax drip onto you slowly. He can’t help but admire the way your back arches at the feeling or the sound that leaves your mouth.

“Oh,” you sigh, your eyes closed.

“You like that?” He asks, setting the candle down. You hum, satisfied as you

His hand reaches under you to unhook your bra, letting it drop to the floor. You look at your boyfriend, watching as he kisses down your chest, over your tits before his lips wrap around your nipple, tongue lapping over it.

Your hand tangles in his hair, his name falling from your lips. You feel him shift, his hand dropping to pick up the candle once more and without warning, he lets the warm wax drip over your tits, the red liquid drying against your skin.

“You’re having too much fun.” You giggle, sitting up. He smiles, his arms behind his head as he watches you drop your skirt, the black fabric pooling around your ankles.

You climb back onto his lap, unbutton his shirt for him. Lance's hand drops down, smacking your ass. “You’re such a dork.”

“It’s my birthday, indulge me.”

“Don’t I always.”

You’re up on your knees, hovering over his lap, your hands under you as you undo his pants. Lance helps you, pulling them down enough for you to sink down onto him. Your hand rests on his shoulder, giving you a moment to gather yourself before starting to bounce on his lap.

Lance’s hand stays on your hip, his firm grasp keeping you in place as you rock back and forth. You reach behind him to grab the candle, pouring the wax over his bare chest.

The red stood out in comparison to his pale skin, Lance smiles when you do. “You’re right,” he mumbles, glancing down to watch how your finger smudges the almost tacky wax around his chest.

“Aren't I always?”

“You don’t even know what I was going to say.”

“Don’t need to,” you say, leaning in to kiss him. “I’m always right.”

You rock your hips forward and Lance’s head drops back into the couch, his eyes fluttered closed. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” His hand pats your hip, “made just for me.” He tells you, your lips on his neck -- a trail of marks and sloppy kisses being left along his neck.

Lance can feel the way you were clenching around him and he knew you were close; you knew he was close, his eyes closed and head back.

“C’mon,” you whisper to him, your lips by his ears. “Cum for me, baby.”

You’re on top of Lance, your arms wrapped over his shoulders as you both come down from the high. Your cheek pressed to his, “best, birthday, ever.” He says, laughing.

A hand on his cheek, you smile at him when you pull back a bit. “Let’s take a shower hm?”

“No, no need to move.” He says, wrapping his arms around you.

“Happy birthday baby,” you whisper to him, kissing his cheek.

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onetwothree · 6 months

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wait since people are sharing their grownup anipoke cast hcs im gonna share mine too :]

there's a lot of thinking behind every single one of them so please send asks if you're curious about one of them (or more) okay!!!! i love talking about my hcs LMAO

ash: ive got an entire story arc written for that boy. BUT im not gonna explain it here cause it's too long but basically he would become a pokemon teacher (NOT A PROFESSOR, im thinking more like what kukui does in the anime? which is teaching children about pokemon stuff in a school setting)

misty: i like to think she'd become quite the sporty type and maybe become a professional swimmer and participate in competitions and stuff

brock: pkmn doctor!!!! he has a lot of experience and maybe he'd train other younger doctors-to-be :]

tracey: i think art is more of a hobby to him, but @juliamex3 's idea of him taking commissions and becoming gary's assistant is genius so im stealing it HEHE

gary: pkmn professor and rival to goh, they don't specialize in the exact same fields but sometimes they work together. gary still loves to tease goh (they respect eachother but the teasing is eternal)

may: ill be completely honest and say may is the one ive given the least thought to. I'M SORRY BESTIE... id say she's still a coordinator and likes to bring smiles to people with her performances

dawn: im not 100% sure but im thinking something like a professional dancer but like not competitive, maybe she'd make a duo with zoey and they'd both do performances together

iris: she's still unovas champion ! she also beat cynthia's ass and now her goal is to beat ash's ass (in a battle.)

cilan: S class connoisseur, but there's still things to learn! which is why he rarely stays at the striaton cafe.

clemont: definitely not a gym leader anymore. he decided to let his sister take his place. hes an engineer and he's well known around the world for all of his inventions

serena: i don't think she'd keep doing performances all her life. after she becomes kalos queen, she'd start focusing on fashion designing. also i like to think that shauna would model for her :3

mallow : as the owner of ainas kitchen she opened a new restaurant in konikoni city where she lives with lillie!!

lillie: she writes children's literature!!!

lana: okay so i like to think that lana would specialize in water pokemon preservation. she would dive in specific areas to check the pokemons conditions and stuff

sophocles: he said he wanted to be an astronaut, i believe in him!! YOU CAN DO IT SOPHOCLES

kiawe: hes going to become kahuna after olivia but it's not going to be easy. hes going to travel across the world to learn more about pokemon and people first, and only then will he be recognized as kahuna

gladion: he researches pokemon at the aether foundation and someday will take his mother's role as president. he and goh have worked together before and they get along well

goh: pokemon professor, as i said he and gary are still rivals. goh specializes in legendary/mythical pokemon!!

chloe: i like to think that she would do something "normal" LMAO, maybe journalist, i can see her writing articles in newspaper, or photographer. it's hard to find something good for her because the anime didn't give us any clue ghdbfhd. i have more hcs for koharu but not related to her future job

#horizons squad not included for obvious reasons which are we haven't known them for long enough #mew.txt #pokeani #also i tried so hard to avoid doing any propaganda for my fav ships but erm. hashtag jellowshipping forever guys #if you're curious about which ships i hc feel free to ask though!!!#i hope i didn't forget anyone and if i did then. OOPS

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bestie!! The Chloe x Nate deleted scene!! How about instead of Chloe is the reader and the sexual tension is too much that she just decides to take the initiative and just some steamy makeout session 👀

ANON??????!!?!?!?? YOURE TRYING TO KILL MEEEEE

the deleted scene that makes me lose my mind

talk to me about nathan drake

when you had gotten a call from sully a few weeks ago saying him and his new partner had found the other key, you were anxious to get a hold of it. you and sully never trusted each other, mostly because he was a liar and you were the type to fly solo.

however, the kid he had recruited to help him with this job was someone you couldn't help but gravitate towards. he seemed like the caring, trustworthy kind, but you weren't ready to test that out just yet.

he had found another bottle of the vintage red wine down in the cellar, the two of you opting on splitting it as you stood out on the balcony.

a little bit of small talk never hurt anyone, right?

"what made you decide you wanted to do this for a living?" he asked, and you shrugged, holding the bottle in your hand.

"i've always been an adventurous kid," you chuckled, handing the bottle off to him,"so i just kind of said 'why not'?"

he nodded, understanding where you were coming from.

"what about you? parents weren't around?" you asked and he shook his head no.

"no, just me and my brother sam, and sister b who was quite literally the scariest nun i've ever met."

you laughed,"sister b?"

he sighed, smiling,"it's a long story, but my brother and i grew up in a catholic orphanage. one day, sam and i decided to be stupid and get caught by museum security. since it was sam's 3rd strike with the law, they were gonna lock him up, but he ended up running off, leaving me behind with a lighter, a note, and-"

"let me guess," you said, fingers moving towards the ring that sat around his neck,"and this necklace."

he nodded, taking a sip from the wine bottle,"pretty much."

you read the carved words in the metal, smiling as you read the latin words.

"greatness from small beginnings, right?" your eyes looked up at his as he leaned in closer to you, his arms pinning your side to the cement edging of the balcony.

"yeah." he smiled, eyes flickering down to your lips as you tucked the ring back underneath his shirt. you looked back up at him, meeting his gaze with your own eyes.

"what? do i have something on my face?" you asked, chuckling, trying to wipe your cheeks.

he shook his head, feeling nothing but complete awe from you.

"no," he chuckled, putting the bottle between his lips,"just thinking about something."

"what is 'something'?" you asked.

"how do i know you're not going to play me?" he asked, a small smirk still plastered on his face. you smiled.

"oh, you don't," you smiled,"i think that's what keeps it fun."

you grabbed the bottle from his hand and took a sip, needing more of the alcohol to stop your nervous jitters from coming up.

he leaned down, his face closer to yours now. you could smell the wine faintly on his breath and the smell of his cologne. he smiled down at you.

"i know a couple more ways we can keep it fun." he said, his lips so close to yours.

you hummed,"which is?"

"i mean i've got about 3 different ways in my head, but, whatever you want."

you laughed, shoving his shoulder lightly as he laughed with you. the wind was blowing slightly, and he moved some pieces of hair our of your face for you. you smiled, tucking some hair behind your ear.

"i think you're amazing," he confessed and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks as he held one of them in his palm,"you're smart, you can handle your own, you're crazy good at figuring stuff out, and most of all, you're fucking stunning."

his compliments made you blush and you smiled.

"well, i could say the same to you."

he pulled you closer to him so you were chest to chest,"i wanna kiss you so bad right now."

fuck it.

you leaned up and wrapped your arms around his neck before meeting his lips with yours. you smiled against his lips as he placed a hand on your cheek.

"i've been waiting all night to do that." he said before kissing you again, turning the kiss more passionate. he placed the bottle of wine down on the outside table, still kissing you, before walking the two of you into the bedroom attached to the balcony.

he sat down on the edge of the bed, you following him as you straddled his hips, one leg on either side. he smiled up at you, your hands running through his hair.

he did not want to leave barcelona.

#nathan drake blurb #nathan drake x reader #nathan drake #nathan drake fluff #nathan drake smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland one shot #tom holland imagine #tom holland blurbs #tom holland blurb #blurb #blurb night #fluff #smut #uncharted #uncharted blurb #new moon #mail time

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moonlitinks · 8 months

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Writer Q&A Tag Game

Thank you to bestie @writingbyricochet for tagging me! CAN WE JUST START OFF WITH THAT LITTLE WRITING SNIPPET (AND THE KISS SCENE) THAT HAD ME SQUEALING??? I AM SO, SO EXCITED FOR PARADISE LIVED AND DIED. for anyone interested in this amazing writer, her answers are linked here!

1) What motivates you to write?

Whenever I sit there and read a good book in one sitting for hours. The magic. The characters. The romance. The ACTION. It just makes me realize that I want to ignite this same feeling to others, and I want to make my book feel like a second home for them to escape to <3

2) A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

This is my most recent writing snippet that I'm just SO HAPPY TO WRITE I DON'T KNOW WHY

“Well, I think you’re a selfish—” Rip. The sound of her skirt tearing caused her to pause, and the magpie picked and picked at the edges of her dress. What was it doing? Bari grabbed at the remaining pieces before she exposed herself and got kicked out due to indecency. He stared at her with indifference, scowling like he could not take her at all. “There,” he said. “Now you have no reason to cling to me.” He snatched the magpie from the air and Bari cried out in alarm. Even the bird seemed to sense the dangerous aura that the he emitted, pecking at the space in between them. Altair paused at where the magpie pecked, and his gaze slipped for a second, enough to Bari to snatch her bird back, and the lantern in the other. She really did need to get rid of the lantern, but it wouldn’t move because, apparently, even an enchanted object believed that she didn’t know what she wanted. “Tell me to take a voice.”

3) Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

Altair, because he's so complex. I always love a character that is more mysterious and has a lot of history to unpack behind them because of all the awful things they've done, but a lot of guilt and regret following them, too. Seeing their transformation arc is BEAUTIFUL.

4) What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

Drafting and creating plot twists! And brainstorming / daydreaming about ideas. If you can't tell, I'm not much of a plotter haha.

5) What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Inner dialogue! And I think I really like getting in depth with characters, so you really know them.

6) What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

I think I love it because we're all honest about the writing process. Writing is really lonely and it actually can really drain you mentally without the right mindset. Personally, I have a lot of anxiety, so seeing people that understand me really makes me feel like I can write and simply enjoy it. It also makes me feel less alone.

7) A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

Scrivener, my love. I also love watching author interviews like Chloe Gong and Stephanie Garber and just seeing what their drafting and publishing journey has been like, and it inspires me to write! Pinterest is also great for aesthetics, and Spotify is the best for playlists <3

8) A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

I love the Enchanted Kingdom (soon to be named...) I've built so far. It's filled with curses that have been unresolved in the first lives that these gods have lived, and now have reappeared to kinda ruin the Kingdom. My world is very fairytale slash studio ghibli esque, so I'm having so fun with the tidbits now!

9) What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

Oh, God. DO I KNOW THIS PERSONALLY. I swear my rough patch hasn't ended... writing after nearly not writing for a good two years really does something to you.

Writing is all about mindset. It doesn't matter how much of an oddball idea you have. If you don't believe in it, it'll never get finished. Every time I doubted myself, my anxiety got so bad I shut down immediately. And I was so worried about what other people would think when reading my books, that I stopped myself from writing the books I want to write in the first place. Whether you have people around you discouraging to write, or can't believe in yourself, at the end of the day, it's just you and your book. And what's the point of writing if you're just following a trend? Or slugging yourself to finish a book you can't even connect with? Each book is a piece of yourself, and I think the greatest realization I had is to write the story you want to read. And it doesn't matter if it's about some girl who makes a deal with a god to save her sister, or about some alien on a spaceship, or about carnivals! Writing is so amazing because you can connect with readers who enjoy the same things you do, but it all starts with believing in yourself first.

When you get stuck, don't panic. If you haven't read an article about how Boredom Leads to Creativity, maybe take a quick break about writing that first! Writing isn't about who finishes the book first, but it's about quality and a game of luck. Maybe you need a break away from writing. Maybe you need to reconnect with your characters. Maybe you're just tired of toiling over and over again on this plot line.

There is no set method to returning to your project. But what has helped me is learning why I want to write. It doesn't matter how much I return to my world, or try to force my characters into more trauma if there's no reason why I'm writing this. Like, is it to enjoy it? Is it to have people experience these feelings I've felt months ago, and hold importance to me? Even the simplest reasons are the deepest ones. <3

And finally (sorry this advice is literally a hundred pages long, can you tell I'm procrastinating right now?), writing is meant to be serious, but it's also meant to be fun. The draft is simply just that: a draft. You can get ideas from random lines you wrote, or even take out characters to write a different book about! Don't ruin the one thing you've learned to love. Personally, writing in fun / ugly fonts: Arial, Comic Sans, etc., has really helped me focus on what I want to say instead of whether this book will ever get queried or not. Set a routine. Write everyday, or don't if you're more of a mood writer. The instant you feel the itch to write, JUST FUCKING DO IT, OKAY. THIS IS A SIGN. It doesn't matter if it's a scene in the third act and you're only on chapter 1. It's a sign that the story wants you, and only you to write it.

FINALLY FINALLY, I swear this is my last piece of advice, and the shortest: Believe in yourself, even when no one else does. Writing is hard, but rewarding. I believe in you. <3

wowooww that was long, tagging @orphicpoieses @macabremoons @halfbit @leisoree @sleepysuiteheart @the-chaotic-writer @heymacareyna @hallwriteblr @sculpture-in-a-period-drama @pixelw0rds @thetruearchmagos + other mutuals and anyone who wants to participate! i would love to hear your responses, PLEASE.

#tag games #writing #writeblr #writers #writblr #writing community #writing inspiration #creative writing #wip #writersontumblr #writing memes #writerly memes #writerly woes #writer struggles #writing tips #writing advice

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Do you have top favorite character (or characters, if you feel like listing multiple) of all time from any media (animanga, tv series/cartoon/movies, books, etc)? Why love them?

Late reply cuz I kinda forgot abt this one hahah (٥↼_↼)

But oh do I have a LOT of them.

Starting off...

Bakugou Katsuki and Izuku Midoriya (MHA): they're amazing as a ship in their own right but as characters their both so deep and interesting with many layers and nuances interlaced between them.

Mikage Reo (Blue Lock): aside from easily getting attached to characters the fandom hates for no legit reason *coughs in Bakugou and Takemichi* he's literally the most perfect, precious cutie patootie. Not only that he's WIFE MATERIAL which is something instantly found attractive about him, the things I think about OMG (๑♡⌓♡๑)

Dante (Devil May Cry): I was fifteen and he was the coolest video game character I ever saw. Couldn't tell you which of the games tho, only watched and commented while my brother played. I did watch a few episodes of the anime but it's been so long I don't remember if I liked or hated it.

Ryomen Sukuna (Jujutsu Kaisen): We love a chaotic king, like yasss bitch, kill those innocent civilians yayyy!!!

Draco Malfoy (Harry Potter): Blond and bitchy just the way I like em.

Sano Manjiro (Tokyo Revengers): How are you the best fighter but oozing such bratty bottoms energy I love him!!!

Tyki Mikk (D.gray Man): He's a keeper when he can literally reach into your chest to stop your heart, sorry I don't make the rules (^^)

Kuroko Tetsuya (Kuroko no Basket): I'm rewatching the anime and why is he low-key so funny??? Aside from that drama just follows him constantly and I'm so down that.

Sung Jinwoo (Solo Leveling): Daddy and babygirl. The ultimate combo.

Ash Lynx (Banana Fish): *bursts into tears*

Yato and Yukine (Noragami): They're the only reason I considered picking up the manga when I realized there was probably no third season coming. Like I need to know how they're doing but I'm so lazy. They bounce off each other so well and I don't think I can like one without the other.

Lu Guang (Link Click): he came back in time for his boyfriend?!??! Season 3 where are you?!?!! (〒﹏〒)

Benimaru (Reincarnated as a Slime): Red haired, ogre Daddy.

Chloe Decker (Lucifer): I have a problem liking female characters cuz many of them rarely stick with me but I love her, she's cool, and in my honest opinion very well written.

Kaburagl T. Kotetsu aka Tiger (Tiger and Bunny): We stan single fathers with washed up energy. All he needs is a tall, blond brat to push his buttons.

Natsusa Yuzuki (Number 24): He's so sassy and dramatic I need him as my bestie ASAP. All that while having the whole cast wrapped around his fingers, truly the embodiment of gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. I don't care if you disagree.

Lloyd Frontera (Greatest Estate Developer): The only taskmaster I'd willingly serve, they call him ugly I call him 'Sir'. Maniac???where?? All I see is a man trying to get his bag and be happy.

But that's all from me babes, those are all the characters I can think of off the top of my head. Mainly got to this cuz I don't think I'll make any real fan or shipping post this cuz I've got art and deadlines to attend to. Hoped anon likes my answers and I'll get to answer more questions like this.

#writeblr #fandom #favorite characters #anon ask #fanfiction #anime #jjk #mha #ao3 struggles #bllk #boy's love

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torchickentacos · 3 months

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Pokeani shitposting is BACK sort of, though it was never really gone. Text/cc under cut! Long.

Bored. Pokeani characters ranked on how well they do in the great british bake off.

Ash: out immediately. I’m so sorry bestie but he is not getting past day one in the tent

Misty: Gets farther than ash but I think she lacks the detail oriented-ness to get very far

Brock: semifinalist probably. One of the best bakers. Would have won but probably flirted with one of the hosts and got kicked out

Tracey: I think he does pretty well!!! He’s artistic and makes very beautiful cakes and stuff. I think he does really well

Gary: gets about halfway through, not bad! Probably has an oven fire incident at least once though. Meticulously measures everything precisely and exactly.

Harley: quarterfinalist but got kicked out for sabotaging people’s ovens. However, he actually had nothing to do with Gary’s oven fire.

May: I don’t think she even made it on the show for everyone’s health and safety. Doesn’t believe in measuring cups. or cross contamination.

Drew: probably really good at baking and COULD win but the stress gets to him like 3 episodes in. if he does win it is at the expense of his mental health and not worth it

Paul: immensely funny to me if he bakes recreationally and does well

Iris: Girlie i love you but you’re out early probably

Cilan: wins the whole thing probs Serena: fan favorite and does well but loses in the finals and twitter yells about it

Clemont: explodes his oven and has to leave on ep 5

I have no clue how the SM gang does but mallow probably does well

Goh: similar to drew- gets stressed the absolute fuck out about it except he probably wouldn’t have been able to win. I think goh adds raisins to things that don’t need raisins and that makes him lose

Chloe: the one judging. Paul hollywood move over. Chloe now

#have not been pokeani posting here enough. trying to migrate some of the shit i've said on discord #taylor's tag #pokeani #taylor's trashcan

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amtrak12 · 4 months

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To anyone who has been watching me flail and gnash my teeth over the past year as I write a monstrously long fanfic and maybe thought to themselves, ‘Damn, should I watch Lucifer so I know what she’s talking about?’

My answer is, NO! Bestie, I cannot, with a clear conscience, recommend the TV show Lucifer to anyone who knows me here on Tumblr. Now, if you want to learn how to utilize parallels in story telling? Then, absolutely! Lucifer is a MASTERCLASS in utilizing parallels, both visually and narratively. A++

But otherwise, you will have to do your own soul-searching and research to decide if Lucifer is worth your time. Because if I recommend Lucifer to you, then you’re going to start with episode 1 like a normal person and then you’re going to hate me because IT’S GARBAGE!

Oh, but Amber, all pilots are rough. I can just stick with it. — No, you misunderstand me. The pilot is FANTASTIC. It’s HYSTERICAL. But only if you know how the series ends. If this is your first introduction to the characters? It’s awful! I don’t know how anyone ever watched any part of S1 (except maybe the finale because the kidnapped child trope is chef’s kiss) and thought “OMG yes please, more of this”.

And I know what you’re going to say: Parks and Recreation. BUT THIS IS NOT THE SAME THING! You can absolutely skip S1 of Parks and Rec and never, ever go back and watch it, and you would be fine. You wouldn’t miss a goddamn thing.

You absolutely have to watch S1 of Lucifer. This is not a case of ‘oh the writers haven’t figured out these characters yet’. NOPE! This is 100% who these characters are at the start of their journey together. It’s crucial to understanding and appreciating their full character arcs. But it’s the start of their journey together and if they’re not a jackass (Lucifer, Dan) or sex-crazed* (Linda, babe WHAT was that), then they’re boring (Amenadiel and YEAH I’LL SAY IT Chloe^). Yes, Maze is hot, and toothless, 7 year old Trixie can do no wrong (bless that child) — BUT YOU CAN’T STICK WITH A SHOW FOR TWO CHARACTERS WHO ARE BARELY IN IT!+

[* — I don’t want to slut-shame. I am merely too aspec to relate. Also for a show about the Devil with a queer protagonist and more than one queer supporting character, Lucifer is WAY too Het (tm), but especially in S1]

[^ — Credit where credit is due: Chloe’s backstory of being a child actress who did a nude scene in a movie when she was 19 is FASCINATING. I love it because it is soooo outside of my comfort zone. I never in a million years would’ve made a character with that backstory, and for that reason, I love it.]

[+ — Watching a show for a character who’s barely in it is exactly something I’ve done in the past. It’s probably something we’ve all done at one time or another, but it’s not a sustainable business model for production companies, okay? You can’t always rely on the gays to do the work for you!]

You know what you get out of S1 if you wait to watch it last? (with spoilers — but honestly, it makes the show better. That’s my entire point in this post!)

Shouting at your screen 8.5 minutes in when the writers telegraph the end game goal of the show

General questioning where all the blue tones came from o_O (They liked ~filters~ in S1)

Having your mind goddamn BLOWN when you learn Chloe and Dan were still actually married at the start of the show. Like, WHAT?! No, I’m sorry… WHAT?!!

The horror that you were always going to feel now mixed with hysterical laughter as Linda is WAY too horny and WAY too susceptible to Lucifer’s desire power

“Did my father send you?” — DYING! DEAD! DECEASED!

Absolutely not being able to take Amenadiel seriously even for a second. Everytime you look up at his stony expression, you fall out of your chair laughing all over again

[^Amenadiel, I'm so sorry, but this does not intimidate me. I know you too well now.]

AND THAT’S JUST THE PILOT! You keep watching and you get to see Maze meet little Trixie for the first time (adorbs <3). You get to watch Maze meet Dan for the first time and IT’S SO GODDAMN FUCKING FUNNY I AM NOT EVEN JOKING! Like, if you can make it that far into the show by watching from the beginning, then it’s still funny. But TRUST ME! It’s way better once you know they’re besties and have seen Maze sob over an N*Sync shirt. I’M CRACKING UP JUST THINKING ABOUT IT!

You also get to watch Lucifer’s struggle with mortality/vulnerability already knowing how it works (already knowing how all of his powers work). Chloe says, “Oh, I want to shoot you so bad.” And you’re shouting YES, PLEASE! DO IT! DO IT! And it’s not because you’re hate-watching the show, it’s because you know he’ll bleed when she does and LUCIFER DOESN’T KNOW THAT YET! Malcolm’s about to shoot him episodes later and you’re yelling again DO IT! DO IT!!!! Because Chloe’s no where around this time and Lucifer won’t bleed but he doesn’t know that either! (And then you groan in disappointment when Malcolm walks away without shooting — and then you cheer when two seconds later the villain of the episode shows up and shoots Lucifer instead! \0/ It’s SO satisfying!)

What I’m saying is, Season 1 is incredible… but only if you add dramatic irony to it. If you’re as clueless as the characters? Then, god help you, because I wouldn’t have made it past Linda jumping Lucifer’s bones in her office during the pilot. I just wouldn’t have.

Further caveats:

If you want to watch solely for Maze/Eve — DON’T! My girl Eve is barely in the show after her S4 introduction, and she’s dating Lucifer for the majority of that season. Like Maze/Eve are incredible and perfect and integral to Maze’s overall character arc. You get to see them get married and they have such gems like “You broke my heart” / “Really? :D That’s awesome!” and “I don’t care if you die.” / “:’) That’s the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me.” — LIKE BABES, THEY’RE GORGEOUS! I just wouldn’t watch 6 seasons of a show for like 1.5 seasons total of B-storyline content. I don’t think that’s really worth it but your scales may differ.

Now if you want to watch solely for Tricia Helfer…. FAIR! THAT’S FAIR! I’m pretty sure she’s what got me sucked in. Technically, that’s probably not worth it either because she’s only a regular for S2 and 3 and then guest stars in a couple of S5b episodes — but then again, IMDB confirms she was in 47 of the 93 episodes while Eve was only in 14 (FOURTEEN??? :O What do you mean?? Wasn’t she in like most of S4????? JFC no wonder it seems like she’s never around T_T) So yeah, Tricia Helfer might be worth it! She’s fabulous as both Lucifer’s mom and as Charlotte Richards! Love her!

Season 3 is both the longest and the WORST season no matter when you watch it. Unless you have some deep-seated nostalgia for Smallville, you’re going to be miserable during this season and there’s absolutely no way I can make it better for you. I am so sorry. It’s horribly paced. It has a narratively useful characterization backslide with NO TRIGGER POINT so it therefore doesn’t actually flow with the narrative after all. It has too many filler episodes which for this show, does actually ruin the pacing, and includes two miscellaneous episodes that have nothing to do with anything slotted AFTER a very massive, huge finale cliffhanger! (WHY???? @ Fox execs, PLEASE EXPLAIN!!!!!) They completely fucked up the character foil I assume they were intending because there’s no way you intended that to be a face value parallel. I refuse to accept that. And that’s before whatever the fuck their goal was with the Chloe/Pierce romance. IT WAS SO BADLY DONE IT MAKES ME RAGE!

But also we got Chloe and Linda drunkenly taking over Lucifer’s penthouse when he was out of town, and the finale scene of Lucifer shielding Chloe with his wings as they’re getting shot at which makes me FERAL, so it’s not all bad.

Speaking of Lucifer shielding Chloe with his wings, I might have an unexplored obsession with angels that is clouding my judgement of this show. :S Okay, years ago I read a Supercat AU where Kara was the devil and I was enthralled but anything else I found featuring angels just wasn’t the vibe. And then I found Lucifer and got hooked. So IDK! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#long post #but I added gifs so does that help? lol #:S #also a Supercat fic rec link at the bottom?

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peaceloveandf1 · 11 months

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Soft Launch pt.5

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

part 6

summary: welcome to Austin, Texas. After a year together y/n and Lance are feeling the weight off their shoulders of being public. Oh yeah….. Incase you forgot, everything is bigger in Texas.

pairing: Lance Stroll x reader

rating: R

warnings: 18+, P!V (wrap it pls), language

Also buckle up cause this is a long one. With peace and love ofc

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danielricciardo: I told you it was fun 🙄

astonmartinf1: great to have you back💚

ynandlance: so tell me about that caption bestie

lance_stroll: damn. You’re cute

^yourusername: damn. So are you.

motheryn: I love the Texas era

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yourusername hey cowboy

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“Brooks is asleep and Chlo will be here in 15”Lance announced as he came into the kitchen of the house we were staying in during our time in Texas.

“Thanks babe. I’m almost ready ” I told him, my attention locked onto the selection of boots I brought with me.

As I finally began putting on the black boots, Lance strutted in, in full cowboy attire. Jeans, hat, boots, and belt with a longhorn on the buckle.

“Hey cowboy” I mumbled, letting his arms wrap around me.

“Hey baby” he whispered, kissing me softly.

“You know I love when you wear that hat, right?” I giggled, pulling away from his kiss.

“Oh really? I might have to wear it more often then” he smirking, kissing me again, harder and placing the cowboy hat on my head.

“You know the rule right?” Lance smirked down at me again.

I laughed, standing up on my tip toes to kiss him. “Yeah babe, I know the saying”.

“So what is it?” He urged me to say

“Something like: You wear the hat. You ride the cowboy.” I said, looking up at him through my lashes.

“You gonna live up to it y/n?” Lance asked me, hands starting to unbuckle my belt.

“Lance, we don’t have time. Chloe’s going to walk in on us” I groaned as my belt fell to the floor and his hand slipped the zipper of my jeans down.

“She won’t. I can’t last long with you looking like that anyways ” he sighed, slipping a hand into my panties, fingers finding my clit over them.

“Lance, ah fuck, okay we’ll be fast” I moaned, my hand finding his buckle as he walked us towards the couch.

His belt hit the floor almost as fast as mine did. I placed my hands onto his chest and gave him a light push so that he fell back onto the couch.

“God. You’re hot” he said, breath heavy as he yanked his jeans and boxers down all at once. “C’mere babe” he groaned, beckoning me towards him.

I stepped out of my jeans to fully reveal my Aston Martin green panties that Lance absolutely cannot resist. I sauntered over to where Lance sat, legs spread, his dick lying against his abdomen.

As my fingers began to draw my panties down, “leave them on, y/n” Lance practically growled, “You know I fucking love ‘em”.

I feel my cheeks heat up at his words and continue to walk to him. Placing my hands on his chest, I straddle his cock when he pulls my panties aside. His tip slides against my folds and his fingers find my clit again, forcing a moan to slip past my lips. I sank down onto him, letting his length fill me. More moans fall from my mouth when I begin to move up and down. Lance’s fingers keep a steady rhythm sending a shiver down my spine.

Lance’s head falls back against the couch and his hands move to my ass to keep up the pace I set. I can tell he’s trying to not to buck his hips up into me, but I know he’s close. Our moans fill the room as my movements become more sloppy and his hips finally thrust up.

“Ah fuck, y/n I’m close” he groaned, moving his hands to cup my breasts.

I shivered again as I felt my release approaching. The stimulation at my breasts elicited more moans as my movements became erratic.

My orgasm hit me with a wave of pleasure as I continued to move on top of Lance.

“Fuck, that’s it babe” he groaned, hand returning to my clit, guiding me through the orgasm. “Ah I’m close. Where?” He questioned me.

Without thinking, too distracted from the pleasure I gasped “in”. And that did it for him. I felt his release fill me as I continued to ride out my orgasm. My hips slowed and Lance’s hands returned to my waist, helping me off of him.

“That was…” I started

“Hot.” He finished

“Shit. Yeah it was” I giggled collecting my clothes from the floor. “I’m gonna go clean up. Wait for Chlo please” I said, walking to the bathroom.

“Wow. You don’t want to cuddle” he jokes grabbing his pants.

“Shut up” I yell to him.

As I finish cleaning up I walk back into the living room, “do I have sex hair?” I ask him.

“No you’re good babe. Besides it’s Chloe coming, not my dad” he chuckles, looping his belt through his jeans.

Rolling my eyes, I groaned “Lance. It’s gross either way. And besides I don’t want all your friends knowing we just fucked.”

His laugh was cut off by a knock on the door, signaling Chloe’s arrival. I hastily fixed my hair again and placed Lance’s hat on the table.

“Hi, Chlo” I say, grabbing my hat, boots, and bag and walking into the front hall.

“So he’s out like a light. He shouldn’t wake up, but if he does, just call me and I’ll come straight home.” I reassure her, pulling my boots on.

“Y/n, no no I’ll be fine. I don’t want you cutting the night short. I got it.” She said, pulling me into a hug.

“Okay, Chlo. If you need anything at all please call us. We should be back before 1:30” Lance spoke up, practically pulling me out the door, clearly eager to get to dinner.

“Have fun kids” she laughed at us, before closing the door.

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The car ride home from dinner was quiet for the most part. Lance’s hand stayed on my thigh the whole ride. Country music filling the car. He was really playing into this whole cowboy themed week. I think it’s cute how he immerses himself into the culture of wherever he is that week.

His humming stopped abruptly and that signaled to me he was thinking hard.

“Penny for your thoughts?” I said, raising my brows.

“Just thinking” he said, giving absolutely no insight to said thoughts.

“About….” I pry.

“I love y/n” he offered.

“I love you too” I offer back, “that all?”

“We didn’t do anything special for our anniversary.” He sighed, letting it out.

“Oh Lance, it’s okay. We were both working. We don’t need anything special” I grip his hand to reassure him.

“Nah babe. I just want you to know how much I care about you.” He says, bringing his lips to my hand.

“Can I ask what prompted this” I giggle, squeezing his hand again.

“I mean it’s just random. Seeing the way you are with the family and friends and Brooks of course. Like-it’s been a long time coming. I can’t describe it. You just… I’ve never been like this before. You know? Like open and carefree.” He finally blurted out as we reached a red light.

“Lance, I honestly do not know what I’d do without you. YOU make me carefree, not the other way around.” I say, looking at him with a smile on my face.

“I want to tell you,I’m not asking now. But I’m letting you know. You’re the endgame, y/n.” He said, squeezing my hand.

My heart felt like it stopped. Did I hear him right? The endgame. I’m so hesitant about those things because I thought Matt was my endgame, “the one” but Lance is… I mean he’s so much different than Matt in the best way possible. He’s the one in the ways Matt was and wasn’t. I’d never even thought about it that much before this. But now…It’s crystal clear. He’s my endgame too.

All I can do is look at him. I’m thankful that the only light outside is the red of the traffic signal and he can’t see my eyes watering right now.

“You’re mine too.” I say, kissing him as the light turns green.

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