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philtstone · 1 year

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I never saw you coming

stay in bed the whole weekend

dust off your highest hopes

stay in bed the whole weekend & dust off your highest hopes

thank you for the prompts :') this is a bit rough but i battled through writers block to get it out there. maybe i will refine it later, maybe i will leave it as is. all depends on if i can bear to read it tomorrow morning lol

shoutout to @firstelevens for telling me to google fancy luxury hotels and subsequently derailing the writing process <3

part of this verse, taking place soon after "at last"

you can also read this on ao3

“Yes, I know you’re the privileged child,” Sarah says, holding her by the chin. “Look at you, halfway across the world in a luxury suite. Gifts from a whole-ass queen on your pillow. Royal hair oil from the motherland. You better be havin’ a damn good time, babygirl.”

As far as the prolonged debate goes, Bucky has finally conceded that his cat has therapeutic purposes. Not for himself, necessarily, but Dr. Jean’s clinic and the NOLA children’s hospital consider her an honoured guest. Bucky goes and sits with her and shows the kids how to pet her gentle. She’s a gentle soul – that’s how he explains it. So she needs a gentle touch, to be able to give her own comfort in return.

With this in mind Sarah continues her unimpressed lecture. It has become somewhat more of a one-sided conversation: Alpine has found a near invisible spec of lint on the hem of Sarah’s shorts and is dedicating all of her focus to batting at the buttery satin with little uncoordinated paws.

“Is that right? You like the peace and quiet too? What, you don’t get enough of that in Delacroix? I haven’t stepped on your poor tail in months, you know.”

In Sarah’s lap, the cat flicks the tail in question like she does when preening. It curls on outward, delicately.

“Most folk don’t take their babies on honeymoons with ‘em,” Sarah concludes with severity.

“Mrow,” Alpine says, as delicate and prim as her tail.

Well. Can’t argue much with that.

Sarah leaves the cat to her own devices and looks up to enjoy the view, as God and their very nice floor to ceiling windows intended. She was told her wedding present was a toss up between this and a pair of thigh high lemon yellow boots, and Sarah has still not figured out if Ayo and the grinning princess were joking. She supposes she ought to call her Shuri by now — the girl helped move their reception potluck table into the yard and everything. And, while he has never said so aloud, very deliberately careful in where he places them in his life, Sarah knows Bucky considers her family.

But anyway, this: wood beams; delicate geometric crystalline light fixtures; thick, patterned, vibrant cloths; and doors and appliances calibrated to respond to her own (no one else’s!) voice. A river runs by them, deep in the heart of the palace, past the yellows and greens and blooming fuscia-purple-white tree flowers of the garden their rooms open to. The sound of the water reminds her of home.

Also, Bucky has just come out of the bathroom, and is absently stretching his back and shoulders out. So Sarah has a full spectrum of visual beauty at her disposal at present.

She props her chin on one hand, elbow against her knee, and enjoys the view very much. It takes him a minute longer than usual to notice. His head is turned away from her and it remains so, but when eventually he brings his left arm up and over behind his head, he puts a show on about it and pumps the metallic bicep more than is strictly necessary. There is something flashy to the movement that is new for him and Sarah bites her tongue against a giggle. Before he brings it down he makes sure to use his right hand to tug the shoulder into a deep stretch that pushes his hips out.

A bird calls outside their giant ass honeymoon suite windows. Unlike running water, peacocks aren’t all that common in Delacroix.

“You spoil this cat so bad,” Sarah tells her husband, when he finally loosens his arms; he brings the left down with a weight that makes it whistle faintly and flash in the dim bedroom light and remind Sarah of the last time she tongued at it to get him worked up.

Very mundanely, Bucky pats his recently washed face and neck dry with the hand towel he’d tucked into his belt, and yawns so wide it cracks his jaw.

“Spoiling days are over,” he says, rubbing at one eye. He drapes the towel over his shoulder. He seems to have noticed a stray piece of gauzy tissue that has attached itself to the bare skin of his damp torso – they have a whole basket of them by the sink, even though Sarah’s been told they’re self-sanitizing and imminently reusable – and reaches down, frowning, to pick it off of himself now; Alpine perks up immediately, fascinated. “Slept on my head all last night. She’ll get the boot soon if she puts me through that again.”

“Hmmm,” Sarah hums, indulgent, while he discards the tissue. Now that he is no longer holding it, Alpine seems suddenly suspicious, and does not abandon Sarah’s lap in pursuit. Bucky stretches out his arms one last time towards the ceiling.

She has been told that once upon a time, returning to the quiet twilights of the Golden City’s outskirts was the only thing to truly put him at ease; things have changed, slowly, gently. Bucky gets grumpy when he is away from home for too long.

Sarah says,

“Because you spent so much of last night sleeping.”

Mid-stretch, his mouth splits open in a quiet grin. Alpine mrows at them in the carriage of their lewd pause, even primmer than before.

There is so much in that little grin — the ease, the looseness. The same looseness he has just shaken into his limbs in front of her. He is happy in a way Sarah doesn’t think has ever fully crystallized until now.

“Baby,” she says, “had you been waiting for the other shoe to drop?”

Now busy putting on the sleek little coffee maker in the corner, Bucky casts her a sly look from the corner of his eye.

“Depends,” he says.

“Hmmm, loaded word.”

“I like your shoes,” he scratches at his stomach, then his hair. “They’re all – what’s that word.”

“Ergonomic. Lady on her feet all day shoes.”

“Practical.” He seems contemplative. Over the shoes. “I like the ones with the little pink lines around the swoosh.”

He gestures with his finger at swoosh.

“Those old things?”

“They’re cute.”

Sarah pets the cat and contents herself with not getting a straight answer about this now.

“Nothing-to-worry-about shoes,” Sarah says.

“Kitten.” Over the rim of his coffee cup now, eyes glittering with quiet, cryptic amusement. She just stops herself from asking me or the cat?

“Like us goin’ exploring tomorrow.”

“You want another day of total aloneness, honey?” He is teasing and also entirely serious. But mostly teasing. She knows this because he takes his coffee and sits on the beautiful wicker chair across from her with his legs wide open, the stance that always makes her want to sit in his lap. The only new thing -- aside from the silky material of his borrowed pajama pants, which are also some sustainable something or other, it was all explained to Sarah by the melodic AI voice in the toilet — is the glinting gold of the ring hanging from his neck, resting almost daintily against the broad curve of his sternum.

Sarah hums, fiddling with the small wring of beads around her wrist, their newness not off-putting but not neutral either. They’ve had three days. Tomorrow she’s going to go out into the world. Tomorrow she’s going to meet the queen. It’s a lot. She knew it would be a lot, before they got here. A lot, traded in for 3 days of complete and total peace and quiet like she has never even had reason to dream of before.

She’s trying not to overthink it; Sarah had described her late in laws, once, and Bucky had said huh, sounds like someone I know. So maybe it’ll just be like that, but there will be foreign dignitaries around, and like, Ayo, too. Sarah is alright relying on Ayo’s clever friendship for this one. Sarah is alright thinking that there are certain things in life, certain precious experiences, that are the same in some way every way you live them.

“Are you gonna share your coffee?”

“Mmm, coffee’s only for people not wearing shirts.”

“Seriously, you don’t get enough of me naked at home?” Sarah laughs, but takes her tank top off anyway, careful not to mess the scarf wrapped around her hair. He’s grinning again, that same simple weightless look.

“Sarah,” he says.

“Mmmhmm.”

“You look so happy. I’m not imagining that, right?”

A slow, secret smile curls at her lips. She crooks a finger for him to come over.

“Come on, sit down. You ready for this?” She waits til he’s close enough to kiss, those long limber limbs with their grace and heaviness and danger and safety at once right up in her space. “You make me happy.”

She takes her kiss from him then, long, slow, heady. With his tongue in her mouth, the smell of the coffee and the shower and his aftershave all together could drive a girl crazy.

Bucky pulls away first. He is crooked at the mouth, the sharp edge of the heat’s worn out by now, his expression a little goofy and very sincere. Alpine is mewling with discontent between them.

“Are you gonna show off for me a bit more before throwing me to the wolves tomorrow?” Sarah says.

He tips his head back, frustratingly inscrutable. Still goofy though. “Only one wolf,” he starts, looking to her for a reaction at the last second.

“Oh that is the lamest joke —”

“I’ll show off, I’ll show off,” he promises,

“Mr. white poodle over here. Nuh uh, don’t give me that face, I can make fun of you using Sam insults if you make bad dad jokes in front of your wife — get back down here. I took my shirt off for you, you can’t leave now.”

“In a minute, in a minute, hang on,” he says, that smile growing so wide it puts a little blanket over the sleepy longing in Sarah’s heart and veritably tucks it in, and gives it a kiss on the forehead. It’s earned its nice long rest.

Then he leans down, gives her the coffee, and scoops Alpine up to spend a few minutes cooing at their most spoiled child before she is summarily ignored for the rest of the night.

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niemernuet · 1 year

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And now for something a bit different

Poison Prince (Laugh When You Lie)

or: What if Marcel and Henrik are in love but also assholes?

Rating: T pairing: Henrik Kristoffersen/Marcel Hirscher, Henrik Kristoffersen/AJ Ginnis characters: Henrik Kristoffersen, Marcel Hirscher, Lars Kristoffersen, Ferdinand Hirscher, Jürg "Roro" Roten, AJ Ginnis, Alex Vinatzer, Daniel Yule, Marc Rochat, Sandy Vietz, Gaby Coulet additional tags: unhealthy relationship, hurt, twisted love, unbeta'd (we die like Danny's hopes for a Championship)

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theemporium · 5 months

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[2.6k] following the aftermath of the impromptu vegas wedding, little leclerc and max navigate married life. and charles is still not coping well with the whole situation.

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“Does this mean I get to sit in the Red Bull garage in Abu Dhabi?”

Charles’ head snapped around, his jaw clenched and his nostrils flaring. And if he wasn’t currently on hold with the fifth lawyer he had contacted in the last hour, you could’ve sworn he would’ve jumped over the bed and smothered you with the pillow you were currently holding to your chest.

“Don’t give me that look,” you muttered as you rolled your eyes. “Maybe I want a change of scenery. I’m always in the Ferrari garage.”

“You’ve seen the Alpha Tauri and the Alpine garage too,” Charles retorted.

You shot him a blank look. “That’s because you have Pierre watching over me like a stalker.”

“No, he’s just being your friend,” your brother tried again.

“So him barking at the mechanic who was just getting me water had nothing to do with the promise you made him keep?” You countered, watching as a flush of pink spread across Charles’ cheeks.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he scoffed with a dismissive wave of his hand.

“Liar, Pierre told me about the promise,” you mused, watching as his face burned even brighter at your admission.

As it would turn out, finding a last minute lawyer to completely null and break the marriage was much harder than Charles ever intended it to be. And after he was practically forced to halt his attempts until the race had passed, the high of P2 didn’t seem to thwart your brother’s efforts in completely shattering the connection between you and Max Verstappen.

He had spent every free and waking moment trying to sort out the mess, including now contacting lawyers back in Monaco to get involved. And yet, the boy seemed to be getting nowhere.

“Shouldn’t you be focused on the last race of the season instead of this mess anyways?” You continued as your eyes glanced over at the clock on the wall. “We need to leave for the airport soon. I don’t think they are going to hold the jet because you’re phoning divorce lawyers—even if you’re Charles Leclerc.”

“You seem eager to stay married to him,” Charles grumbled under his breath as he narrowed his eyes at you. “Is there something you’re not telling me? Was this planned? Have you been seeing him for a while now?”

“Are you hearing yourself right now?” You shook your head, letting out a huff as you pulled the pillow closer to your chest. “How come Yuki isn’t getting as much shit as I am?”

“Because Yuki is not my sister,” he stated simply, pausing for a moment before he continued. “Plus, Yuki and his partner seem very happily married.”

You perked up a little. “Wait, you know who he married?”

“Well no,” Charles admitted, his brows furrowing together. “But he must be, no? He’s been happy ever since the wedding. They must be keeping it private.”

“Apparently he didn’t even tell Pierre,” you said to your brother, leaning back against the headboard with a sigh. “Maybe he’s embarrassed with who he married.”

“Can’t be more embarrassing than marrying you—OW!”

“Don’t say stupid things then,” you snapped back at him with an innocent smile on your face. “You’re just pissed I got married before you.”

Charles’ glare hardened. “No, I’m pissed because you got married in Vegas of all places.” There was a pause. “And the fact you practically married a stranger!”

“Max is hardly a stranger, you’ve known him since you were like five years old!” You argued back.

“Still a stranger!”

“You are so dramatic,” you commented. “Maman accepted it, why can’t you?”

“Maman is confused,” Charles muttered with a crease between his eyebrows.

You raised your brows. “Did you say that to her?”

Charles’ face paled a little. “Well no—”

Your grin widened.

Charles blanched. “Don’t you dare!”

You cackled as you reached for your phone. “This is payback for disrespecting me and my husband!”

...

“I don’t understand why I have to be blindfolded.”

“It’s a precaution insisted by Christian.”

“Do all wives have to be blindfolded then?”

“The ones with the former name Leclerc do.”

You pressed your lips together to hide your smile as you wrapped your arms around Max’s bicep, letting him lead you into the Red Bull garage with the black cloth tied over your eyes. You knew you probably didn’t have long until Charles came running to drag you out of the Red Bull garage and back to the red side, so you took up Max’s offer in the meantime.

You didn’t count on Christian Horner being two steps away from Red Bull’s very own Christian Grey to his garage guests.

“Does this mean I get to blindfold you when you come to the Ferrari garage?” You asked, your voice lighthearted and your tone teasing.

“It is one of the scenarios I would let you blindfold me,” Max answered and it took everything in you to not suddenly halt your steps.

“Max Verstappen, you little flirt,” you said as you let out a disbelieving laugh, hoping the boy hadn’t turned back to look at you when you could feel your face heating up.

“You’re my wife. Surely I’m allowed to flirt with you now,” the Dutchman retorted, his hands moving to rest over yours as you two finally came to a stop.

“You’re saying you wouldn’t have flirted with me before?”

“That feels like a trick question,” Max snorted before his fingers nimbly undid the knot behind your head, letting the blindfold fall away from your eyes as he stood in front of you with an almost smug look on his face. “But I would have flirted with you if I didn’t think your brother would have my balls for it.”

“So you just married me instead,” you retorted with a smile of your own.

“What can I say, I don’t half-ass things,” he said with a casual shrug of his shoulders.

“I should have known you give the vibes of a Vegas wedding kinda guy,” you remarked as you blinked a few times, getting used to the shift in light as you began looking around the garage. It didn’t look too different from the Ferrari garage, but it was still intriguing to witness it all.

A different team. A different car. A different work ethic.

After so many years with Ferrari, it felt like being in a foreign country as you stood amongst so much blue.

“What kind of wedding would you have wanted?”

The question snapped you out of your daze, whirling your head around to look at the Dutchman with a curious expression. You waited to see if a witty remark was going to follow, but he continued to stare at you expectantly and you realised he was genuinely waiting for an answer.

“I don’t know,” you answered honestly. “I mean, I know my mother always wanted me to have a fairytale wedding at some pretty venue in a white dress and—”

“I didn’t ask what wedding your mother would have wanted, I asked what wedding you would have wanted,” Max interrupted, and your lips parted a little in surprise.

“A fun one,” you replied.

Max’s brows furrowed together. “A fun one?”

“Yes, a fun one. You asked me what wedding I would want and it’s a fun one,” you repeated with a nod of your head, smiling a little at the visible confusion written across his face. “Everybody always talks about weddings being so intense and stressful and that’s just…not me. I don’t care about where it is or what season it’s held in. I would just want to be with the people I love and I want to have a good time.”

He nodded, his lips pressed together as though he was processing your answer. “Surely the Vegas wedding fits that.”

“It would have if my family and friends were there,” you said, laughing a little. “Despite the dinner invite, Maman will probably string me up for not getting married with her there.”

Max’s eyes widened comically. “Wait, she was serious about that?”

You snorted. “She’s already sent me the menu.”

“I am actually having dinner with your mother?” Max hissed and, for the first time in your life witnessed with your own eyes, you could have sworn he looked nervous.

“She won’t bite,” you laughed.

“Oh my god, I am meeting your mother.”

“Well, she does want to meet the man I married.”

“Oh my god, I am meeting your mother as your husband.”

...

“Be honest: would you have made me a bridesmaid at your wedding?”

You blinked, looking up from the burrito bowl you had managed to grab from Ferrari’s catering before you looked at the blond across from you.

“Or a bridesman. Whatever you call it,” Logan continued as he looked at you expectantly.

You stared at the American with a fairly blank expression, though it didn’t seem to do much to his eagerness for you to answer the question. Though, you didn’t know why you were surprised about the whole thing. The last week had been Logan throwing random questions at you, Arthur laughing at your facial expressions and Oscar deeply sighing at the whole interaction.

“You weren’t even invited to the wedding,” Oscar pointed out, poking about the salad bowl he had.

“Neither were you,” Logan retorted.

“And thank god for that, Lando showed me the pictures,” Oscar grumbled with his nose scrunched up. “I would have been traumatised for life if I witnessed it with my own two eyes.”

“Hey,” you frowned, kicking your foot out under the table until you hit his shin. “You know what, I’m suddenly excited not to see either of you during the winter break.”

Oscar snorted. “Sure.”

“You still haven’t answered my question,” Logan piped up, his attention shifting to you once again. “Would you let me?”

“Depends,” you answered honestly as you leaned back in your seat. “Would you want to do a speech?”

Logan scoffed. “Obviously.”

“Then no,” you replied almost instantly.

The boy gaped at you. “What? Why not?”

“Because I don’t trust you,” you stated simply before you glanced over at Oscar too. “Neither of you, if I’m being honest.”

Oscar’s brows furrowed together. “Woah, what did I do?”

“Existed,” you grumbled under your breath, only for the Australian to be the one to kick your shin under the table this time. “Ouch!”

“Not so fun, is it?” He grumbled back at you.

“You didn’t even have a speech at your wedding! Surely no speech is worse than a bad one,” Logan added, far too invested on a speech you doubted he could even write.

“That’s not true. Yuki did a speech,” you told him.

Both boys’ raised their eyebrows. “He did?”

“Probably, seems like something he would do,” you shrugged.

“Or maybe his partner gave it,” Oscar added. “Whoever that may be.”

“I can’t believe he still won’t tell us,” you said with your lips turned downwards. “In the Red Bull garage, Christian even asked him and he just giggled before running off.”

“Maybe he’s a private guy.”

“You were in the Red Bull garage?”

“Your difference in priorities are baffling,” you noted with an amused expression. “Yes, I was in the Red Bull garage. And Yuki being a private person is a load of bullshit. He’s the biggest gossip on the grid, he’s just sneakier than everyone else.”

“Which means he would hide it better,” Oscar pointed out.

“At least Yuki would let me say a speech at his wedding,” Logan muttered under his breath.

“Would he though?”

“Shut up.”

“I’m just saying—”

“You know what, I hope Lando scars you with more photos from her wedding,” Logan threatened, staring at the Aussie with narrowed eyes.

“Hey, my wedding photos aren’t that scary!” You frowned.

“The one of Max’s tongue down your throat says otherwise.”

“I am literally trying to eat my salad, can both of you shut up?”

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“So, are we gonna talk about it?”

“Talk about what?”

“Your wedding.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Ha! Sure!”

Max’s brows furrowed together as he lifted his head, only to find the Australian staring at him already. They had both been huddled in his driver room in between meetings and practise sessions, enjoying some peace and quiet before the social media team tried to rope them into some weird activity. However, what Max assumed would be a mostly silent hangout where he could read over some data quickly devolved into the older Australian making little remarks until he finally gave in and put his tablet down.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Oh nothing,” Daniel said as he gave the boy a casual shrug, though his grin only seemed to widen in response. Max was about to open his mouth, to tell him that was fine before he returned to his work, but the Aussie already began speaking again. “I just think it’s such a funny coincidence that your childhood crush is now your wife.”

Max froze, his cheeks instantly heating up at his words. “I don’t know what you’re on about.”

“No? The conversation where you told me you had the fattest crush on Charles’ little sister growing up and used to constantly try to impress her on the karting races she visited doesn’t ring a bell?” Daniel continued, feigning innocence despite the fact he could see Max’s face growing pinker by the second.

“I think you have the wrong person,” Max said as he cleared his throat, suddenly finding his tablet interesting once again even though the numbers and words on the screen were practically gibberish to his whirling mind.

“And the conversation where you couldn’t stop talking about how pretty she was when you bumped into her in the paddock on Charles’ first Formula One race?”

“You must have imagined that conversation.”

“What about the time you ignored that famous actor because Lando told you he flirted with her when he visited the Ferrari garage?”

“I have no recognition of that.”

“And the time you—”

“Is there a point to this?” Max suddenly interrupted him, his face feeling as though it was on fire and his heart beating wildly in his chest and the smug look on his friend’s face was doing little to help the feelings bubbling in his stomach.

“I am just waiting to see when you’re going to admit you masterminded this whole thing,” Daniel said to him, so sure and blunt about the statement.

“I didn’t mastermind anything,” Max said with a frown. “We got drunk and we got married in Vegas. Many people have done it before us. Many people will do it after us too.”

“And the fact she was your first love?” Daniel questioned.

“She was not,” Max scoffed, pausing for a moment before he continued. “And even if she was, I don’t like her like that anymore.”

“Oh, of course,” Daniel snickered under his breath. “So I am assuming you’re rushing to help Charles find a divorce lawyer then?”

Max paused for a few seconds too long. “Yeah, I mean. After the last race, obviously. My focus needs—”

“To be on a race that has no effect on your life other than adding another trophy to your shelf?” Daniel teased. “As if you couldn’t be talking to lawyers on the radio whilst racing with your eyes shut.”

“It’s just not a priority right now,” Max huffed out, clearing his throat a little.

“Uh huh,” Daniel laughed, shaking his head. “You know, usually the first step is a date, not marriage but I am going to respect whatever lil’ mastermind plan you have concocted in your head.”

Max let out a whine, throwing his head back. “I don’t have a plan!”

Daniel raised his brows. “So inviting her to watch the race from the Red Bull garage is just a random act of kindness to the enemy then?”

“She’s my wife, not the enemy. And it’s not random at all.”

Daniel snorted.

“Oh fuck off,” Max grumbled. “This is why you weren’t invited to the wedding in the first place.”

“Actually, you did—”

“Shut up.”

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yourusername season over and out🫡gonna go bully charles with the dutch national anthem for three months now

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nouvellevqgue · 22 days

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SWEET MEMORIES ; oscar piastri x webber!reader

summary: it's been a year since they got married and ever since then, they can't help but to go back in times and recall the sweet memories of their wedding day here and there.

note: aight, this is the last on my queue, for the rest of my works check @duhyork for more. and sorry for the wrongs and awkwardness here, i've never written a wedding scene before :)

ONE YEAR AGO...

ynwebber and oscarpiastri

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“...i wish you long life, happiness, prosperity, and may the vows you made to each other today sustain you forever.” the priest said, breaking the silence for a moment before continuing his speech, “you may kiss the bride.” he ends. and by the time they kissed, the crowd's cheer is erupting from everywhere. clearly happy to see them finally holding the new title of husband and wife.

an hour has passed right from the reception, and now they're gathering at the garden, celebrating their special day. and definitely, it's led by lando, who has been his friends for all this time and has witnessed ‘the ins and outs of their romance.’

the loud sound of a fork meeting a champagne glass as he gets up caught the attention of everyone there, including the married couple. waiting for whatever going to happen next.

“okay um, first of all i want to say my congratulations to this couple for the a hundredth times today,” he said, followed by some of the audience giggle at his speech. “but i just wanted to say that, "even though I haven't known you as long as hogan has known you, but i at least know the half part of your love story along with what i'm now saying is that your wife is right in mclaren's garage." he said while smiling, and he could also see oscar whose cheeks were starting to turn red and his smile was widening every time he spoke.

"i actually never thought that they would get married in the end, but is that more surprising than him winning the heart of mark webber's daughter? the only daughter of his own manager after having his first win.” he said with a surprised tone, making mark who is sitting right in front of him covering his face as the audience's laughter is started to come from here and there as soon as lando said that.

“but really, i've witnessed their love story since... probably since he's still a newcomer, a new driver for mclaren, i've seen it.” a burst of awws coming after that, “they are completing each other from each other's flaws, and for the rest of it were just history. and also... does their cuteness count?” he looked at mark and at the time he saw him nod, he finally said: “yes. cuteness from them does count.” he ends. “everybody, cheers to the happy couple. i pray that the both of you will always be happy.” he raised his glass before finally sipping its contents, earning a bunch of applause from the crowd.

the couple can't help but to kiss once again after his speech, mark and nicole can't help but to smiled at each other, and lando looking so proud of himself afterwards.

the surprise of course didn't just end there, but the night are still young, and there's still a lot to uncover right there.

ONE YEAR LATER...

ynwebber

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ynwebber I still recall it very clearly that when the first I saw your dad, he immediately got into tears, and oh boy so do I 🥲 I loved every second of our very special day, and I can't get enough of your love for ever after.

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oscarpiastri Inarguably the best and my favourite day of my life. You made it completely for me, Y/n. You are the best person I can asked for to be with me for the rest of my life.

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I seen this gif of Bucky and immediately thought of him taking a nap on the couch with yours and his newborn daughter sleeping peacefully on his chest and Alpine sleeping on the arm of the couch next to his head and you come home from the grocery store to see the cuteness overload on the couch and can’t help but take a picture of your two favorite people🥹🩵

Take A Pic, It'll Last Longer

PAIRINGS: James "Bucky" Barnes x Wife!Reader

WARNINGS: extreme fluff

WORD COUNT: 753

Sighing hard, you drop the heavy plastic bags at the door. You, being you, were too stubborn to make two rounds to just get groceries. Yes, the apartment has an elevator, but you were that girl.

You toe off your shoes and hang your purse on one of the multiple hooks beside the front door. And you pause, realising one major thing.

It is quiet, extremely quiet.

"Honey?" you whisper into the front hall, waiting for a reply. But to your surprise, there isn't any response.

You walk slowly, your body on high alert, as you turn the hall and look at the sight before you.

Your whole body relaxes instantly at the scene draped across your grey couch.

Your husband lays across the three-seater, with his metal arm secured around your four-month-old daughter on his chest. You pout, and your heart warms even further when you see Alpine sleeping in the crook of his neck. Her head's on the armrest and her tail hanging over the edge of the couch.

"Aww," you whisper. You quickly pulled out your phone and snapped a very cosy aesthetic picture of the scene in front of you.

Bucky's super-hearing hears the shutter of the camera and stirs awake. His arm is secured around his little girl as he manoeuvres Alpine easily.

"Doll?" His voice rough with sleep, "you finished quickly." He places the cat gently on the couch and walks over to you, giving you a loving kiss on your lips.

"Not many things to get," you smile up at him. Your baby stirs awake to both your voices and begins to whimper at the disturbance. Bucky bounces her on his arm, and her cries are quickly soothed.

"Hand her over, I need to feed her," you say tiredly, already dreading the task of putting the groceries away. You pluck the baby from his hands and Bucky rubs your shoulders, "alright. Then I'll put the groceries away, love." It's like he read your mind.

You groan and thank him.

-----

You wake up to the sound of your alarm and harshly tap at your phone to hit snooze. Bucky wraps an arm around your middle and pulls you to his chest.

"Why do you have to put that thing to go off so early babe?" he groans into your hair. You chuckle and rub his arm, "because any second now, your daughter is going to get hungry and start crying."

And as if on cue, you hear the tiny wails of your little girl from down the hall. He chuckles and kisses the nape of your neck, "don't know how you do it."

You laugh and slide off the bed, "oh, and my other alarm is also set, so just switch it off when it goes off, yeah?"

Bucky nods with his eyes closed, not wanting to get up.

The alarm you told him about goes off about fifteen minutes later.

Bucky groans while he reaches for your phone on the nightstand, and he switches the alarm off.

He was about to turn your phone off and put it away, but that's before he realizes that you changed your wallpaper.

It used to be a picture of you two on your wedding day, but now it's a picture of him, your daughter and Alpine sleeping on the couch.

His heart warms, and he silently thanks his lucky stars for finding a woman like you after all this time. After everything reality has put him through, he's thankful that the universe has given you to him as a sorry for all the harsh moments they’ve dumped on him.

-----

You quickly shoulder your satchel and check the battery of your phone, before pulling on your heels and grabbing your car keys.

"Bucky, babe, I'm leaving for work!" You exclaim, at your husband who is currently changing your baby girl's diaper.

He walks out of the nursery with your daughter in his arms, and he gives you kiss on your lips, "have a good day sweetie, someone's gonna miss you."

Your little girl shrieks and giggles at you as you kiss her chubby cheek, "gonna miss you too, lovebug."

Bucky opens the door for you and you two have your last 'goodbye' kiss

"Oh and one more thing," Bucky says into the hallway of the apartment. You look back confused, "what is it?"

Did you forget something? Was something missing? What was it?

"Don't forget to send me that photo, your wallpaper," he winks at you and closes the door.

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What a beautiful ask, I really enjoyed writing this!!!!

Sorry for the late reply, was caught up on some uni work lmao.

Hope y'all enjoyed it!!!

Till' then

Stay Coquette-y,

Anya 🫶🏽🕊️🎀

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Smartie: would you love me even if I were a gecko?

Stud: I would find a Witcher and make him turn me into a gecko and this would be us: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMMVoXtHD/

BAHAHA. Nonnie, I burst out laughing watching this and reading the comments.

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Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You ask Bucky an "important" question and he gives you a thorough answer. Word Count: Over 1.2k Warnings: Humor, fluff, implied explicit sexual content, inner monologue, TikTok video, pet names, established relationship, feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). Apologies to geckos. A/N: Some Stud and Smartie for your Tuesday. Had to do it, @whisperlullaby and @targaryenvampireslayer! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

A smile pulled at your lips when you saw Bucky relaxed in his chair, engrossed in his newest book. Soot and Alpine cuddled up together nearby, both letting your man have some peace as he read. Naturally, it was the perfect time to interrupt him. Because you had a very important question for him.

One that would shape the future of your relationship.

He’ll understand why I bothered him.

“Hey, Stud?” You asked as you took a seat on the sofa, his steel eyes peering up from the pages to gaze at you. Your heart would always skip a beat from that look. “I have something very important to ask you.”

He put his bookmark in to give you his undivided attention. “What’s up? Is it about the wedding?”

“No,” you smiled. You were aware that some men didn’t care about wedding planning, but Bucky was. He wanted it to be the perfect day for you. “But the question is kind of related to love and our relationship.”

His brows furrowed when you didn’t elaborate. “Okay. What’s the question?”

You inhaled and exhaled slowly. “Would you still love me if I turned into an animal?”

Bucky blinked once. Twice. The corner of his mouth twitched, but he didn’t smile or laugh. “An animal? What kind of animal?”

You huffed when he didn’t immediately say “yes”. That should’ve been his answer. “I don’t know! A gecko! Yeah. A gecko.”

I have to keep a straight face.

Amusement sparkled in his eyes, but he still tried to remain as stoic as he could. “A gecko? Why a gecko?”

“Because geckos are cool!” You replied, close to bursting out laughing at the absurdity of the questioning and logic. But wasn’t part of the fun of having a partner being able to discuss stuff like this? “They can climb walls, can live a long time, they make great pets-”

“You wanna be my pet, Smartie?” Bucky asked, his voice dropping an octave.

Yes.

“You’re…” you sighed when he ran his tongue along his lips. He was a sexy bastard and you would soon call him your husband. “You’re distracting me. Answer the question, please.”

“So, that’s a yes,” he smirked, pushing his hair back and causing you to stare a bit again. “You’re asking me if you were a gecko, would I still love you?”

“Yes,” you said, rolling your eyes to try and play it off as something silly. Which it was. “Would you love me even if I were a gecko?”

Bucky set the book on the table before he moved from his chair to the couch. Your heart raced when he took your left hand and kissed over your engagement ring. “Smartie. Doll. Baby. Love of my life, of course, I would,” he said, your cheeks warm when he smiled at you. “In fact, I would find a Witcher and make him turn me into a gecko so we could be together properly.”

Right answer, Stud.

“You would?”

“I would,” he promised, pressing his forehead to yours. “I don’t want to exist in a world where we can’t be together.”

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

“I don’t either,” you whispered, your heart full. “And no matter what, human, gecko, anything, I’m your Smartie and you’re my Stud.”

You knew if tomorrow you woke up as some different version of you, he’d love you. If someone tried to separate you, he’d find a way to get you back. He was your soulmate. You had the whole world because of him.

“Damn right,” he whispered, brushing his lips against yours before he pulled away. “Besides, if I ever found that Witcher, this would be us.”

…What?

“What would be us? I’m confused,” you said as he took out his phone and pulled up a video, cuddling close to you could both see the screen. “What is this?”

Bucky gently shushed you as he turned up the volume. “Just watch.”

You tilted your head as a rock came into view. “What are you showing me?” You questioned before your eyes went wide. Bucky’s arm over shoulders shook as he started chuckling. “Are those geckos fucking?!”

The decibel of your voice made the cats raise their heads, but they didn’t move since you weren’t in any sort of danger. “Yeah, they are,” your fiancé laughed. “Geckos in their semi-natural habitat.”

This wasn’t on my BINGO card for the year.

“Why do you have this?!” You asked, turning to look at him. “Wait, when did you start using TikTok?! Is this on your FYP? Is this a new kink you haven’t told me about? Because that’s a whole other conversation.”

He threw his head back and you couldn’t help but laugh with him. “You’re missing it.”

“Yeah, because gecko porn was the thing I was missing in my life. Everything makes sense now,” you teased, gesturing to the screen. “And, by the way, that’ll never be us.”

Bucky’s laughter came up short and, for a moment, sadness flickered in his eyes. “I thought you said we’d be together if we were geckos.”

“We would be,” you assured him, seeing happiness all over his face once again. “But look. He’s doing all the work and she looks bored as hell. That’s not me and that’s not our sex life.”

“So, I fuck you better?” He teased you.

Duh.

Whatever kind of sex you had before you met Bucky didn’t even count to you. He ruined you so thoroughly that you didn’t even remember the first guy you kissed. It was as if he erased all other guys from your mind.

Love was a powerful thing and Bucky had it in abundance.

“Yes, so much better. I mean, come on, she looks like she’s thinking, ‘Did I leave the stove on?’”

The brunette burst out laughing all over again.

I love that sound.

“Seriously! I would never just be still like that and you know it. There’s a difference between being a pillow princess and a dead fish,” You smiled, cuddling closer so you could feel his chest rumble beneath your hand. “And just for making me look at that, I want you to try and keep a straight face the next time we have sex.”

“What? That’s not fair,” he groaned, making you shriek when he suddenly laid you out on the sofa, his phone forgotten. “I can’t keep a straight face when I’m inside you. Your pussy feels too good for that.”

He always looks gorgeous when he slides into me.

“So does your cock. I don’t think I could look bored if I tried,” you agreed, raising an eyebrow when he moved on top of you. “But seriously, how is it that you just happened to have that video when I asked about us being geckos? You didn’t know I was going to ask you that.”

He grasped your chin to give you a thorough kiss, the kind that drove every sane thought from your mind. “I guess the two of us are just in sync,” he said.

“I guess we are,” you smiled. “But no more gecko porn today, okay?”

“Okay,” he smirked down at you. “But I will fuck you like an animal.”

True to his word, that was exactly what he did.

Oh, I adore them. 🥰 Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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Hochzeiten in den Alpenbergen | 6 Locations für eine Alpine Destination Hochzeit in den Zillertaler Alpen

Das Zillertal beherbergt eine Vielzahl unterschiedlicher Hütten und Gasthöfe, Restaurants und Hotels, die allesamt perfekte Locations für Ihre Hochzeit sind. Einige sind klein und intim, genau richtig für dieses Elopement. Andere sind riesige Gebäude mit vielen Einrichtungen für diese grandiosen Hochzeiten mit Hunderten von Gästen.

Hier im Zillertal leben und arbeiten Ich habe einige dieser Orte gesehen, aber längst nicht alle. Ich hatte auch das Glück, einige Hochzeiten an einigen dieser wunderschönen Orte zu fotografieren, und dann glänzen sie wirklich. Gefüllt mit Leuten, die eine tolle Zeit haben und alle bis in die Neunen gekleidet sind!

Also dachte ich, dass ich mit Ihnen ein paar meiner Favoriten teilen würde, sowohl aus fotografischer als auch aus persönlicher Sicht. Der Einsatz all dieser Standorte ist außergewöhnlich, da es sich um erfahrene Gastgeber handelt. Besonders für Hochzeiten, bei denen sie alle ein bisschen weiter gehen als erwartet.

Die Rössl-Alm in Gerlos

Die Rössl Alm ist eine meiner Lieblingshochzeitslocations, gelegen am Berghang oberhalb des Skigebiets Gerlos, das an Tirol und Salzburg grenzt. Die Aussicht von dieser Alm ist überwältigend mit einer wunderschönen Kulisse über das Gerlostal und den Gerloser Stausee in der Ferne.

Die Rössl Alm selbst ist groß und weitläufig und bietet sowohl draußen auf der Terrasse als auch drinnen Platz für viele Gäste, sollte das Wetter mal nicht mitspielen. Maria und ihr Team sind erfahren in der Ausrichtung von Hochzeiten und werden normalerweise während der gesamten Hochzeitssaison gebucht. Sie haben eine ausgezeichnete Küche, die tagsüber alles bietet, was Ihre Party braucht. Da die Rössl Alm an der Spitze einer privaten Bergstraße liegt, die für die Öffentlichkeit nicht zugänglich ist (private Taxis bringen Sie und Ihre Gäste zur die Alm), gibt Ihrer Hochzeit in den Bergen ein Element der Privatsphäre, das sich sehr anfühlt exklusiv.

Mehr Infos zur Rössl Alm finden Sie hier.

Die Ahornhütte am Ahorn, Mayrhofen.

Aus Gründen der Übersichtlichkeit ist dies eine meiner Lieblingshütten im Zillertal und im Winter verbringe ich dort sehr viel Zeit im Winter. Der Hauptgrund ist, dass ich das Essen genieße und die Besitzer sehr freundlich sind. Die Lage ist auch nicht schlecht!, mit tollen Ausblicken in alle Richtungen, ob auf die Ahornspitze, Tristner, das Stilluptal oder das hintere Zillertal.

Die Ahornhütte selbst ist noch die ursprüngliche Hütte mit Südterrasse und Wintergarten. Im Inneren gibt es auch viele Tische, und die Küche bietet eine hervorragende Auswahl an Gerichten, sowohl traditionell österreichische als auch moderne. Maria und Benni führen die Hütte in der neuesten Generation und bringen ein herzliches und freundliches Gesicht sowie ein professionelles Team mit, um Ihnen bei Ihrer Hochzeit zu helfen.

Die Ahornhütte befindet sich an der Bergstation der Ahornbahn, die Sie und Ihre Gäste auf einzigartige Weise zum Empfangsort bringt.

Sie vermieten auch Apartments auf der Hütte, wenn Sie oben auf dem Berg übernachten möchten.

Weitere Informationen zur Ahornhütte finden Sie hier.

Die Platzl Alm am Kaltenbach, Hochzillertal.

Kaltenbach liegt auf halbem Weg ins Zillertal und ist weithin als hervorragender Sinterort bekannt. Die Lifte öffnen im Sommer leider nicht, aber dank der Erreichbarkeit von der Zillertaler Höhenstraße öffnen einige Hütten in den Sommermonaten ihre Pforten.

Eine davon, von der ich erst durch eine von mir fotografierte Hochzeit erfahren habe, ist die wunderschöne Platzl Alm. Es ist wirklich ein Juwel, das in den Bergen versteckt ist. Es wird von Eva & Martin geführt und wurde wunderschön in einer atemberaubenden Lage im Wald mit Blick auf das Vordere Zillertal erbaut. Es ist ein großer Veranstaltungsort mit einer riesigen Terrasse, die oft für Hochzeitszeremonien genutzt wird und eine gute Anzahl von Gästen aufnehmen kann. Die Küche der Platzl Alm ist ausgezeichnet und das Personal freundlich. Da es sich am Ende der Zillertaler Höhenstraße befindet, ist es mit dem Auto erreichbar, aber die Parkmöglichkeiten sind begrenzt, daher ist es eine gute Idee, sich vorher zu erkundigen.

Die Platzl Alm vermietet einige Zimmer, sodass Sie dort auch übernachten können. In der Gegend gibt es auch eine Reihe kleiner Chalets, die nicht zur Alm gehören, von denen einige in Privatbesitz sind und für Gäste gemietet werden können.

Weitere Infos zur Platzl Alm finden Sie hier.

Die Kristallhütte am Kaltenbach, HochZilleral

Eine weitere tolle Location in Kaltenbach, die für Exzellenz bekannt ist, ist die Kristall Hütte. Die Kristall Hütte thront auf dem Gipfel des Berges und genießt einen atemberaubenden 360-Grad-Blick auf die Tiroler Alpen.

Die Küche ist erstklassig und die Kristall Hütte ist Luxus pur. Es bietet ein Niveau an raffiniertem Luxus, das Sie normalerweise auf der Spitze eines Berges 2147 m über dem Meeresspiegel nicht bekommen, und das mit coolen Vibes. Außerdem beherbergt es den höchstgelegenen Weinkeller Tirols mit einer umfangreichen Weinsammlung. Die Kristallhütte hält auch Zimmer, Suiten und ein Spa für Übernachtungsgäste bereit und die Terrasse im Amphitheater-Stil ist ein einzigartiger Ort für Ihre Trauung.

Die Kristall Hütte liegt am Ende einer Privatstraße und das Personal bringt Sie und Ihre Gäste von der Höhenstraße hinauf zur Kristall Hütte, was zu ihrer Exklusivität beiträgt.

Weitere Details zur Kristall Hütte finden Sie hier.

Gschösswandhaus, am Penken, Mayrhofen, Zillertal.

Wenn es ein Haus gäbe, das ich gerne hätte, wäre es dieses! Das Gschösswandhaus thront majestätisch am Rande des Penken mit Blick auf Mayrhofen, im Hintergrund Ahorn, Tristner und Grünberg. Das Gschösswandhaus liegt ca. 5 Gehminuten von der Bergstation der Penkenbahn von Mayrhofen kommend entfernt und ist somit für Hochzeiten sehr gut erreichbar.

Es hat eine große Südterrasse, perfekt für den Hochzeitsempfang, und einen großen Wintergarten, der sich daran anschließt, wenn das Wetter alpiner ist!

Das Gschösswandhaus wird von Sarah & Michael und ihrer Familie geführt und hat eine schöne Atmosphäre. Gleich hinter einigen Nebengebäuden liegt eine lauschige Terrasse mit herrlichem Blick ins Tuxertal, die gerne für Feierlichkeiten genutzt wird.

Aufgrund der Architektur der Gebäude gibt es hier auch viele Möglichkeiten für tolle Fotos, die echtes österreichisches Flair vermitteln.

Wenn Sie mehr über das Gschösswandhaus erfahren möchten, klicken Sie hier.

Die Granat Alm, am Penkenjoch, Finkenberg

Diese Granat Alm wurde vor ein paar Jahren umgebaut, und sie haben wirklich gute Arbeit geleistet. Auf dem Gipfel des Penkenjochs gelegen und über die Finkenberg-Gondelbahn erreichbar, bietet es ebenfalls einen atemberaubenden Blick auf die umliegenden Berge und Täler. Die Granat Alm liegt neben einem See, dem Granatsee, der einer meiner Favoriten für riesige Panorama-Umweltporträts ist. Es gibt auch die Granatkapelle, eine zeitgenössisch gestaltete Kapelle, die auf den See blickt. Da das Penkenjoch ein Hochplateau ist, bieten sich viele Anlaufstellen für Portraits und szenische Gruppenaufnahmen.

Im Inneren ist die Granat Alm groß und geräumig, aber es stehen auch kleinere Räume zur Verfügung, sodass es keine Rolle spielt, wie groß Ihre Hochzeitsgesellschaft ist.

Die Alm wird von Christa & Georg familiär geführt und verfügt über langjährige Erfahrung in der Gästeverpflegung.

Mehr Infos zur Granat Alm finden Sie hier.

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Phonesex with Aemond

Modern!Aemond x Reader

Modern AU - Aemond calls you after the dinner fight, and you cheer him up in the best way you can.

Contents: some quick smut. New relationship, mentions of oral sex, p in v sex and brief anal exploration (f receiving).

Warnings: brief mention of terminal illness.

Words: 3300

Thank you @arcielee for test-reading, tidying and generally helping out with this little experimental fic!

It has been six days since Aemond kissed you goodbye and shoved his skis and his snow gear and his aluminium suitcase into the back of a taxi. Six days, and you haven't heard from him since, not a single message, and no indication that he's read yours either. Six days, and the farewell kiss was just a sterile peck on the side of your mouth, because the driver was watching, and Aemond was in a foul mood already.

You suppose the thought of two weeks with one's extended family can do that to a person. And especially when one's family is as messy as Aemond's.

They're in the tabloids sometimes, Aegon with a model on his arm, Rhaenyra spotted topless in Ibiza, Viserys leaving the hospital looking more dead than alive. Old money, and every bit the stereotype too, with their luncheons and country estates and public feuds over inheritance. And the incident, of course. But Aemond never talks about that.

The family trip is solely his father's idea. Or, his father's command, really. His final wish; that they should all spend one last Christmas together at the chalet, eating venison and going cross-country skiing and whatever else rich people do on their alpine retreats. It is all very Town & Country, so far removed from anything you know. They have a coat of arms, for fucks sake, and Aemond wears it engraved on the back of his watch; on the cufflinks that sit in a velvet box atop his dresser. For special occasions, and you'd be lying if you said the thought had never crossed your mind: Aemond in coat and tie and cufflinks, yourself decked out in white and his mother's antique veil. Champagne fountain and monogrammed napkins and an article in Vogue Weddings. Double spread.

But you're getting way ahead of yourself. You have only been seeing each other for about three months, and it is still very new and foreign. Terrifying as well, and your heart leaps to your throat when your phone starts ringing and Aemond's name lights up on the screen.

Six days, and it's a quarter to midnight now, so that almost makes it seven.

"Hey," he says softly. "Did I wake you?"

"No!“ you exclaim, a little too excitedly despite your efforts to sound casual. “I was just watching something. How's St. Moritz?"

"Fine," he says, but it doesn't sound at all convincing, and there's a faint sound in the background. Like a scraping noise, and you imagine that he's picking at his cuticles; at the little chips in his nails.

"Aemond," you call, somewhat alarmed by the silence. "Is everything okay?"

The scraping gets louder before it finally stops and Aemond says sort of.

There was a fight at supper, apparently. An actual fight, with punching and shoving and everything. Straight out of Real Housewives, only even more insane, and Aemond started it, because of course he did. And all because of a stupid joke his nephew made.

"Isn't he like, fourteen?" you ask, and Aemond sighs on the other end of the line.

"Yeah," he mutters. "Something like that".

Jesus.

You are tempted to ask him why he would do such a thing, but you kind of already know. Because of his father, because of his sister, because of the incident. Because Viserys would rather dote on his grandsons than his own children, and because Aemond has chronic pains, and the prosthetic gets itchy, and he dented his car when he couldn't see how close that concrete pillar actually was.

And probably also because he doesn't hold his liquor very well.

"Aemond, you're a grown man," you begin, and your voice is kind and gentle, but you can almost hear how he's pinching the bridge of his nose. "I mean, I understand why you'd be upse - angry, but like. He's a child."

"I know," he sighs, shuffling around with something. "I shouldn't have done it.”

There's the click of a lighter and then a deep exhale as he blows out smoke, and it reminds you of when you first met. You used to watch Aemond all the time before you worked up the courage to talk to him. He would lean so leisurely against the wall, cigarette in hand and that haughty smirk on his lips; leather jacket, black jeans, hair artfully tousled and tied back. Tall and handsome and just so fucking cool.

"Thought you quit," you tease, and it sounds a little chiding, but it isn't meant like that.

"I did," Aemond says. "I got this one from my uncle - it would have been rude to decline.”

He is quiet then, but it's a sort of contemplative silence. Like somehow you can feel there is more.

"It pisses me off," he finally says. "This whole charade - it's exhausting.”

Yes, you think. It must be. All of his family trapped under the same roof, forced to confront so many painful memories, yet act as though none of it ever happened. Smile and laugh and play house, and all so Viserys Targaryen can pretend he was a better man. Go to his grave with the comfortable illusion that he did not create the rift that tore his family apart.

If Aemond was with you right now, you would wrap your arms around him and kiss his face and his lovely hands, but all you can do at this moment is give a weak yeah, I understand.

"It has been the most miserable week," he moans. "Although - Aegon did fall off a lift today. He's fine, it was just a T-bar. But that was fun."

You giggle. "Oh, poor Aegon.”

"It was his own fault," Aemond snorts. "He had Jägerbombs for lunch. Anyway - " he clears his throat, back to the brooding mood and somber voice. "I'm sorry I called you so late. And for not being in touch. And for... everything else.”

"It's fine," you shrug. "I don't mind. But, Aemond - " you pause, thinking of how best to word the next part, "I think you should at least consider apologising to -"

"No." he cuts in. "Absolutely not.”

There's an awkward silence then, and you worry you might have overstepped your boundaries. He is so difficult to read sometimes, so elusive. You never quite know what he needs from you, sympathy, or flattery, or reassurance, or nothing at all.

You can, however, think of a way to distract him from his brooding. And maybe sex isn't the healthiest way to cope with one's issues, but still. It is miles better than beating up family members.

You twirl a lock of hair around your finger, even though he can’t see it. "What are you doing right now? Are you alone?"

“Yes,“ he says, curious. “Why?”

"What are you wearing?"

"Same thing I always wear," he responds, but then his voice turns coy and teasing, and he asks "what are you wearing?"

You look down at your fuzzy socks, your faded shorts, the worn-out knickers underneath.

"Honestly? Not anything nice."

Aemond laughs, a real laugh this time, and then he tells you just make something up.

The first thing that comes to your mind is that dress you saw the other day. Aemond would like it. He is not into extravagant lingerie and things like that, always likes it best when you are just you. Dry patches on your lips, bruises on your legs and all. Natural.

But he is still a man though. So, not too natural.

"I'm wearing - I'm wearing a little slip. Silk, and it's the prettiest colour. It is soft to the touch," - you run a finger up your thigh, imagining it - "and it is very short. My legs are out and everything. And my tits look so good in it.”

"They always do," Aemond says, and he sounds a little husky when he asks what is underneath?

"Those panties you liked last time. With the little bows on them?"

"Yeah," he breathes. "I remember.”

"Good. Just the panties, and nothing else. And the dress is so thin - it feels like nothing when you touch it."

You lay back on top of your bed, your hand working its way down the waistband of your sleeping shorts, phone pressed to your ear.

"I want to touch you," Aemond sighs, voice all soft and gentle. "I want to feel your body against mine.”

You blush. He is quite the romantic sometimes. Jesus, Aemond is so out of your league. You can hardly believe he'd even look in your direction, let alone kiss you and hold you and let you sleep with your head on his chest.

"Aemond" you whisper, slowly stroking your between your legs. "I'm getting all wet. All wet for you".

His breath hitches, and there's a faint oh, followed by the rustling of fabric as he palms himself over his pants. Lowering his voice and breathing touch yourself.

"I already am" you purr. "I wish it was you, though. Wish you could feel how much I want you."

Aemond says fuck, he wishes that too. You're getting him so hard. So hard just thinking about your pretty cunt.

"I'd like to suck your cock" you sigh longingly, and he immediately responds with a sharp breath that makes warmth spread in your stomach.

"Wait -" he mutters. "Hang on".

You hear the metallic clink of his belt, the sound of his zipper, and you bite your lip thinking about what he's doing. Taking his stiff cock in hand, brushing slender fingers along the shaft, running a thumb over the tip to collect the little drops that have already leaked from it. He has the prettiest cock, long and thick and veiny. Uncut, and blushing red at the tip when you slide his foreskin back.

How you wish you could feel it in your mouth.

"Tell me how you'd do it" Aemond pleads, and there's a slight strain in his voice that suits it so well.

"I'll start out slow," you whisper, "with just my tongue and my hand. Get your cock big and hard before I take you in my mouth. And then I'll wrap my lips around the head, and I'll press my tongue against the little slit there. And - and I’ll lick the tip of your cock until you’re begging me for more.”

He sighs, and you can hear how his hand settles into a steady rhythm, up and down over his hard cock. Filthy.

You close your eyes and continue.

"I'd take you so deep, all the way to the back of my throat. And I would tease you - I'd be real fucking mean. I want you leaking in my mouth, all needy and desperate for me. Like, so you can barely hold it back anymore. You'd be ready to explode.”

"Don't stop - " he pants, still keeping up the stroking, pausing just briefly to spit into his hand.

"I'll edge you before I let you come. So many times, you'll be desperate for release. I want your balls so tight and heavy - all tender from how much you need to come - ”

Aemond moans, and he's stroking himself faster, tugging and tugging and filling his bedroom with damp, lewd noises. You know how he likes it; firm grip when he moves up, slack going back down, slight twist at the tip.

"And then?"

"I'd let you come in my mouth."

"No," he breathes. "I want to come inside of you.”

You give a little giggle; he always wants that. Occasionally he’ll finish all over your breasts, or in your mouth, but mostly he likes it the old fashioned way. Your bodies molded together and his cock pulsing deep inside of you. Pressing his forehead to yours or moaning into the back of neck.

You like that too - but there are other things you might like to try as well.

"You should come on my panties," you say coyly. "Like, inside them. And then I'd wear them all day, and just walk around with your cum between my legs.”

Aemond groans again, loudly, hoarse and strained and so fucking hot.

"You'd like that?" you tease. "I would feel it there all day. All wet and warm in my little panties. Right against my cunt."

"Fuck," he moans. "Fuck - I'd like that so much."

The sounds of his tugging get louder and faster, and you picture him laid out on his bed, cock throbbing in his hand, hips thrusting up and up into his own grip. Lone eye closed and mouth falling open.

He lets out a soft moan, and a whine - and then the stroking abruptly stops. Close call, that one. Aemond curses, and you can hear him taking deep breaths, calming his body, halting the mounting need to ejaculate. Too soon.

“Can't wait to have you,” he mutters, and you give a quiet hum in response.

“Please tell me how.”

He takes a slow, steadying breath.

"I want to be on top of you" he whispers, low, so no one will hear. "Don't care if you're on your back or what, as long as you're underneath me".

"I'd be on my stomach. You can fuck me from behind".

“Yes,” he sighs. “I want to put my cock so deep inside you. I want you to feel how hard you make me. And I'll pin you down - I'll hold you in place when I take you" - his voice goes all ragged as he starts to slowly stroke his cock again - "fuck you're so beautiful when you're under me."

You mewl, and Aemond’s breath hitches.

“Yeah, and I'll fuck you slow, but hard. I want you squirming on my cock…” he trails off, and for a moment there is only the sound of heavy breathing, his and yours.

You had paused your own ministrations before, too focused on finding the right words, but now you begin your gentle stroking again. Underneath your knickers, fingers massaging right over your clit, so good that you let out a little whimper.

“I love feeling you inside of me” you breathe, “I love it when you lie on top of me - ”

“Yeah?” He gasps, and you bite your lip.

“Yeah. And I love it when you touch my - ass. Oh It feels so good when you touch me like that…”

Just saying it makes you a little flustered. You would not consider yourself very prudish, but there are some things that make you feel bashful, and this is one of them, the things he does to your backside when you’re together. And Aemond knows, and maybe that makes it even more arousing for him, the filthiness of it, the taboo.

“How” he moans, his tone urgent and so incredibly intimate. “How do you want me to touch you -”

You have to take a very deep breath before you continue - you feel so sheepish, talking about that, but you are a woman in love, so for Aemond you’ll do your best.

“I want you to slide your hand down my back and in between my cheeks,” you whisper, blushing all over. “It makes me so wet… feels so good when you caress me there - when you brush your fingers right over my tight little hole while you’re fucking me - maybe next time I’ll let you slip one inside…“

Aemond gives a strangled groan at that, quickening his strokes and hissing oh fuck. He is so close now, you can hear it.

“Say my name” he begs, breathing so fast and tugging frantically on his cock. All hard and swollen now, his hips thrusting up, his balls pulling tight; oh you can imagine it so easily.

“Aemond” you whisper. “Aemond, my love” - he moans louder, strokes harder - Aemond, I want you to fuck me, I want to feel your big, hard cock -

Aemond chokes out a sob, and you say his name one last time as he reaches his peak.

He holds back when he comes, muffling the helpless groans and grunts that you always love so much. But you can hear his strained sighs, his ragged breaths, and the sound is only slightly distorted through the speaker. If you close your eyes it's like he's there with you, gasping right in your ear.

Oh you can’t wait to see him again, to get to touch him, cuddle up to him at night and run your finger down the perfect angle of his nose.

"You didn't come," Aemond says, accusingly, and you hold back a chuckle because he doesn't like it when you laugh at him. But it is as amusing as it is sweet, this need of his to do everything to perfection. Like if every time he is intimate with you isn't the BEST sex of your life, then he has failed as a lover; as a man.

“I did it on purpose” you reassure. “I'm saving it for you. All for you. Only for you.”

Aemond gives a somewhat dissatisfied hum, but he is occupied with something else now, moving around and fiddling with things. Cleaning himself up, you suppose. If only you were there to do it for him, you'd lick his cum right off his skin.

There is a loud noise in the background all of a sudden, someone knocking on Aemond’s door, and he scrambles to make himself presentable and tells you to hang on. The sounds are muffled - you assume he is covering the microphone - but you can hear another man's voice, and Aemond saying yes, I'll be right down, and then just fuck off, will you when the intruder won't take a hint.

"Sorry about that," he says awkwardly. "Aegon wants to go out. I should go with him".

You giggle at the thought - it is difficult to imagine Aemond at one of those tacky aprés-ski bars, glow stick and vodka-cranberry in hand. “Sounds fun!”

"Yeah, well, my mother would want me to,” he says sullenly. "You know, make sure he doesn't do anything stupid.”

"What's the age of consent in Switzerland?" you jest, but Aemond just gives an exasperated sigh and mutters too bloody low.

You pause, unsure of what to say next, and again there's that loaded silence until he clears his throat.

"I will tell them about you. My family - I'll tell them soon. I promise.”

You can feel heat rising in your cheeks.

Aemond purposely keeps you far away from his family, and he’ll go to great lengths to avoid running into them when you’re together. In fact he prefers not to go out at all, and you have never questioned it or complained. He’s got you hook, line and sinker - could tell you right to your face that he was embarrassed to be seen with you, and you would still be at his beck and call.

You shrug. “It's fine. Don't worry about it. You don't have to tell them. It's fine.”

“No it isn't,” he says gravely. “You're important to me. So I should treat you as such.”

He says something else after that too, but you aren't listening, still stuck on the words you just heard. You're important to me. You're important.

It makes your heart leap with joy, and you are only pulled back to reality when Aemond calls out your name, and then sweetheart?

He doesn't call you that very often. It is always so nice when he does.

“Sorry” you blush. “I zoned out. But - I've missed you. I miss you. It's nice to hear your voice again.”

There's no way to tell, but somehow you feel like Aemond is smiling.

“Yeah,” he says softly. “Yours too.”

You tell him to have fun with Aegon and whatever horrid establishment they end up at, and Aemond tells you goodnight and says he'll call you as soon as he's back home. He doesn't say he misses you too, but that's okay. You know he does.

Because you're important.

#modern aemond x reader #modern aemond x you #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen smut #aemond x you

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Master List

18+ Minors dni

Requests are on pause

🔥 - smut

💔 - angst

🥰 - fluff

One shots

Live Stream - 🔥💔🥰 When the team doesn’t hear from you or Bucky for hours during a mission, they start to worry about their teammates.

Teach Me -🔥🥰 Bucky has the answer to your growing frustrations.

Fur Baby -🥰 Bucky has a furry little secret.

Mine - 🔥💔🥰 You show Bucky exactly who he belongs to.

Home -💔🥰 Comforting Bucky after he has an awful day. (Mob Bucky)

Untouched - 🔥🥰 A conversation with your brothers best friend reveals some interesting information. (College Bucky)

Sunshine - 💔🥰 You’re there for everyone, a ray of sunshine whenever the team needs you but whose there for you? (mini part 2) Pudge - 🥰 You are Bucky’s favorite pillow.

Spicy Plants - 🥰 Bucky finds a special little stash of yours...

Spicy Brownies - 🥰 He finds another special stash

Spicy Snacks - 🥰 Bucky and Steve discover yummy treats

Bangles and Bordeaux - 🥰 No gown? No problem

Redemption - 💔🥰 Bucky finds the peace he was searching for.

Imagine - 🔥🥰 You go down the fanfiction rabbit hole about a certain super soldier. Would be a shame if he caught you...

Cheeky - 🥰 Bucky Barnes does not back down from a dare (Drunk Bucky)

I Don’t Wike It - 🥰 Uncle Steve has been spending too much time with your babies

Salacious - 🔥 Dirty talking and pure filth

Salacious drabble - 🔥 Solo Bucky’s dirty talking and pure filth

Not a Fan - 🥰 Alpine is not a fan

Lemonade - 🔥💔🥰 You’re neighbor's son is irresistible Lemonade drabble

Sour - 🔥💔🥰 Bucky doesn't like your visitor (Lemonade AU)

Deep - 🔥 giving dom CEO Bucky what he needs. Bad.

7 loads - 🔥 You take care of him. Them. Now they need more.

Reflection - 🔥💔🥰 You show Bucky how beautiful he is

Missing - 🥰 Bucky’s baby is missing and he will not stop until he finds her

Missing 2 - 🥰

Let Go - 🔥💔🥰 Touched starved and emotionally repressed Bucky gets his release

Her - 💔 Bucky misses her

Cute - 🥰 How dare you call him that

Work Wife - 💔🥰 Why does Bucky talk about her so much?

Signals - 💔🥰 Your past doesn’t leave that easily

Practice - 🔥 Your boss doesn’t like to share (soft!dark Bucky)

Pretend - 🥰 The perfect solution to a nagging problem

Pull out - 🔥 Bucky doesn’t want to.

Posies - 🥰 The first times you buy each other flowers

Touch - 🔥🥰 His beautiful hands

Count - 🔥Steve can’t help himself

Justin Capshaw - 🔥🥰 Your sweet boyfriend isn’t the only one who wants you

Safe Space - 💔🥰 Bucky protects you

Don’t Touch - 🔥🥰 Bucky has to keep his hands to himself

You had one job - 🔥💔🥰 Bodyguard Bucky has one job

Craving - 🔥 You crave him so badly, would your husband give you a taste?

Just a Taste - 🔥 Your husband doesn’t mind watching

Satisfied - 🔥 Your husband and his bestfriend fill that craving

Drip - 🔥 Bucky just wants to help you clean up

Catch Me If You Can - 💔🥰 Maybe he isn’t so bad

Catch Me If You Can 2 - 💔🥰 Sometimes, he could be sweet

Catch Me If You Can 3 - 💔🥰 🔥 You caught him, or did he catch you

Come back to you - 🥰 Time travel brings back 40′s Bucky

Yours to Claim - 🔥💔🥰 Your first night with the king

Attention - 🔥🥰 Your mafia husband hasn’t given you any attention lately

Spiral - 💔 He doesn’t need you anymore.

Bellini - 🔥🥰 DBF!Bucky shouldn’t be looking at you like that

Destined to be Yours - 🔥💔🥰 Your lives cross paths when you are captured with the Winter Soldier

CEO Bucky - 🔥🥰 He knows what his secretary needs

Barbie - 🥰 Bucky and his little one see Barbie in real life

Cheating Steve - 🔥💔🥰 Bucky comforts you

Cheating Steve - 🔥💔🥰 How you and Bucky got together

Pick Me - 🔥💔🥰 A new recruit has her eyes on your soldier

More cheating Steve - 💔🥰 Repost of something I deleted

One Night - 🔥💔🥰 Bucky can’t forget

CEO Bucky x Secretary - 🔥🥰 You don’t like people touching what's yours

My First and Only - 🔥🥰 Mob Bucky waits for his wedding night

Buttercup - 🥰 Baby Bucky loves his neighbor

Writing challenge - JESSY REACHES 500; FWB to lovers 💔🥰

Sub Bucky AU - One shots & Drabbles with a subby super soldier

Baby boy - 🔥🥰 Bucky discovers a new kink

Release - 🔥 Bucky has to take care of himself when he’s away from you

Messy - 🔥 Your needy boyfriend needs his release right in the middle of the store

Can I? - 🔥🥰 You learn a little more about your boyfriends kink

Play - 🔥 Bucky explores a new territory

Drink - 🔥 Bucky wants to feed you...

Painting - 🔥 Bucky wants to make a mess

Pretty Baby - 🔥 Stucky x reader

Needy - 🔥 You catch your baby doing something

Please - 🔥 He needs you to finish

Untouched au - A series of discovering all your firsts with your brothers hot best friend (continuations of Untouched with College Bucky)

Tongue Twister - 🔥🥰 Bucky goes down on you for the first time

Date Night - 🔥🥰 You show Bucky what your mouth can do

Tipsy - 🔥🥰 A little alcohol and Bucky is insatiable

Call me - 🔥🥰 Bucky is just a phone call away

New - 🔥🥰 Bucky want’s to try something new

Make a movie - 🔥🥰 Bucky wants to record something

Personal Pillow AU - Can be read together or as one shots

Personal Pillow - 💔🥰 You are Bucky’s favorite pillow

Personal Pillow 2 - 🥰 Bucky discovers something very interesting

Personal Pillow 3 - 🔥💔🥰 He doesn’t want his mouth anywhere else (switch!Bucky)

Personal Pillow 4 - 🔥🥰 There’s a little one in your belly and Bucky is more insatiable than ever (pregnant reader)

Personal Pillow 5 - 🔥🥰 Bucky needs a taste

Braxton Hicks - 🥰

Twins - 🔥🥰

Personal Pillow drabble - 🥰

Bad habits - 🔥🥰 Bucky’s developed some bad habits

Personal Pillow antics - 💔🥰 Bucky loves his safe place

Wait, What? AU

Wait, what? - 💔🥰 The secret you’ve been keeping from the team can only be hidden for so long (pregnant reader)

Wait, what? 2 - 🔥💔🥰 A little more back story + baby Barnes! (pregnant reader)

I do (again) Wait, what? 3 - 🥰 Everyone missed the first wedding, obviously you have to have another one

Wait, what? More Babies? - 🔥🥰 The family grows with a little new addition

Series:

Pretty Little Thing (On going) - 🔥💔🥰 Stuck in a forced marriage, you try to accept your life no longer belongs to you however, fate has different plans (Mob Bucky)

Requests

Can you not... - 💔🥰 Your ex is trying to win you back, Bucky is having none of that.

Limitless - 🔥🥰 You let Bucky do anything he wants (Can you not AU)

Supply Closet - 🔥🥰 Can you not AU

Hold me - 💔🥰 Bucky comforts you when you’re having a bad day

Choices - 🔥💔🥰 You walk in on your husband cheating on you (alternative endings)

Choices 2 - 🔥💔🥰 Bucky faces the consequences of his actions

Boundaries - 🔥💔🥰 You catch Bucky with Sharon (alternative fluffy ending)

Boundaries 2 - 💔 Angst only part 2 Bonus for this

Smores and Smooches - 🥰 The fire isn’t enough to keep you warm but Bucky’s arms might help

Fake it till you make it - 💔🥰 Fake dating solves everything, right?

The Party - 🔥🥰 A little three way helps Bucky make a move (part 2)

Safe 1 - 💔🥰 Bucky rescues from Hydra

Safe 2 - 🔥🥰 A smutty part 2

Mornings with Mob Bucky - 🔥💔🥰

Pocket Angel - 🥰 Where does Bucky keep sneaking off to?

Pocket Angel drabble

Pocket Angel 2 - 💔🥰 What happens when someone takes his angel?

Fill me - 🔥🥰 A certain super soldiers birthday plus a someone else… (Bucky x You x Frank)

Capture my Heart - 💔🥰 On the run from your abusive ex, a beefy lumberjack comes to your rescue

Capture my Heart 2 - 🔥🥰 A smutty part 2

Mornings with Lumberjack Bucky - 🔥🥰

Carrying your Love - 🔥🥰 Your super soldier comes with super loads

Pieces - 💔 TW: child loss

Sweet Dreams - 🔥 Super soldier wet dreams

Sweet dreams 2 - 🔥 Free use

My Doll - 💔🥰 TW: Self harm

Always you - 💔🥰 You’ve always been Bucky’s first choice angst only alternative alternative happy ending

Own me - 🔥💔🥰 Bucky likes to make you jealous. Should be fine, right? A little extra here.

Sprinkle - 🥰 It’s Bucky’s birthday

Pinky - 🥰 Just a tiny bit of touch is more than enough

Want you - 🔥🥰 Bucky only has eyes for you

Sensations - 🔥 Bucky’s arm has some new features

Inexperienced Bucky drabble - 🔥🥰

Step away - 🔥🥰 A new recruit gets too close for Buckys liking

His Tags - 🔥💔🥰 Bucky shows you you’re his forever

Secrets - 💔🥰 Nothing will stop you from dating your super soldier

Baby Burrito - 💔🥰 Bucky knows how to make you feel better

I’ll Catch You - 🔥🥰 Bucky never leaves your side after you faint

Witches Brew - 🔥 Bucky and Wanda love to toy with the sweet new avenger

Skin - 💔 Comforting Bucky when he struggles with his body

Bookmark - 🔥🥰 The team discovers your a writer

Rockstar Bucky - 🔥

Protect You - 💔🥰 Bucky is all yours

I’ll hold you - 💔🥰 TW: Pet loss

Please? - 🥰 Bucky just wants one chance

Raw - 🔥 Bucky just wants to feel all of you

Tame - 🔥 Bucky hears you doing...something..

Sparring - 🔥🥰 Two versions, smut and fluff

Stay - 🔥💔🥰 Casual stuff is fun...for a while

Garden Fairy - 🔥🥰 Grumpy Bucky with his little sunshine

TW: mental health - 💔

Any time any place - 🔥🥰 Bucky is ready to take you just about anywhere

Daniel - 🥰 Who the hell is he and why do you like him

Curves - 🔥💔🥰 Bucky shows you how much he loves your body

Tumblr - 🔥🥰 Bucky discovers you have a kink

Sugar - 🔥🥰 You take care of your sweet college baby

Sugar drabble - 🔥 Your baby takes control

One Night - 🔥🥰 Bucky is smitten with his one night stand

Intentions - 🔥💔🥰 Bucky knows what he wants from you...right? (mob AU)

Touch Starved - 🔥💔🥰 You think Bucky doesn’t want to be touched after a nightmare

You came - 💔🥰 The one person he needs

Hot head - 🔥🥰 Bucky wants you

Dad Bucky - 🔥🥰 Dad Bucky from A to Z

Story time - 🥰 Bucky tells your little one about how he fell for you

Like me - 🔥💔🥰 You just can’t let go of his Henley

Soft - 🔥🥰 Sub space reader

Size - 🔥🥰 He doesn’t have to be the biggest

Christmas - 🔥🥰 Christmas with Bucky and your babygirl

Rude - 🔥💔🥰 Bucky is an asshole to you

Games - 🔥🥰 A night of games leads to so much more

Hot and Cold - 🔥🥰 You can’t stand him, he can’t stand you

Just friends - 🔥💔🥰 You’re just friends...

Werewolf Bucky - 🔥🥰

Miscommunications - 💔🥰 Did you hear him right?

Baby making - 🔥🥰 He has to get it on camera

A little Longer - 🥰 It’s just a little lie

Disney Princesses and Dog Tags - 🔥💔🥰 Bucky wonders what you’re hiding from him

Bucky and his CEO - 🔥🥰- He takes care of you when you’re stressed

Drabbles

My lovely anons

🌺, 🐚, gossip girl, 🧸

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I Know I Said I Couldn't Call

Bucky Barnes x Reader

TW: implications of death, cursing, and [worst of all] phone calls

Summary: Bucky gets an unexpected call in the night. A short little story, cute little fluff moments...

He grunted, and turned over at the standard form iPhone ring. Sam mocked him, and Tony was baffled, but Bucky claimed he, "liked the factory stuff."

In all reality, he didn't know how to change it.

It seemed to ring forever, and with experience he was sure it would. He turned over, reaching across the bed he was sprawled out on. The blanket was gathered at his feet, the sheet wrinkled and wild. He had about four pillows, arranged in a strange modern art kind of way.

It was truly a remarkable sight, but Bucky was just glad to be getting any sleep at all in a bed. Of course, not for very long, considering-

The phone call.

He picked out the phone, in his non metal hand. He became a little more alert, a little more awake, and sat up at your name flashing on the screen. At the end of it, was a little emoji, a pink heart with some sparkles around it.

He hesitated, but not for long. He didn't want it to ring out, risking not talking to you. You were on a mission, somewhere in an Eastern country. It was a solo one, Fury telling you it would he a piece of cake.

Ever had cake that was dry, and spongey? Made with frosting that wasn't sweet and tasted like crepe paper?

That was the piece of cake you were eating in Northern Russia right now.

"Hello?" Bucky said, his voice gruffer than he meant it to be. However, he couldn't much help it, the tiredness was overcoming him, no matter how much he shooed it away.

"Hey, baby," you said. Your voice was soft, and sweet. Sweet like the cakes you and Bucky ate together on that third date where you accidentally got another tables birthday dessert. Sweet like the cakes Wanda would bake with you, the ones you made her promise to make you on your wedding day.

"Hi," Bucky said again. His voice was as soft as he wanted it to be this time, like a cat walking carefully across a piano. Alpine did that once, and he watched with such lust and wonder, you had to watch his face. It had to have been the quietest moment of your life, watching his face light up into a half smile as Alpine carefully treaded, her soft paws taking each step with care.

It was beautiful, he was beautiful.

"I thought you couldn't-" Bucky started, but you cut him off. He was too tired to sense the underlying issues with the conversation. The unexpectedness, the urgency...the sadness.

"I know I said I couldn't call. It's just- I got the chance and I didn't...want to...waste it," you said.

"Oh," Bucky said, cutting himself off with a yawn. "That's...nice. I've missed you."

"I miss you too- I'm sorry I woke you up. It's gotta be so late there," Bucky glanced at his bedside clock. 2:43 am.

"How have you been sleeping through the night?"

"Better, honestly," Bucky said, then let out a tired chuckle. "The beds always a mess though, I kick things everywhere. Alpine won't come near me. Guess its the Winter Soldier in me."

You laugh at the joke, but it hurts you. It hurts your core, and you put a hand to the gaping wound on your stomach. You were outside of the old payphone box, watching the snowflakes fall on and around you. Your phone was so smashed and cracked, you were surprised it turned on at all. You were very serious about phone chargers though, and it was always above 70% when you left with it. Bucky would joke if the phone was below 50% charged you’d go into shock.

It was at 23 when you had made the call. Turns out, he wasn’t half wrong.

"How's the mission?" Bucky asks you. You admired his ability to hold a conversation, yet he was clearly struggling. You were too, if you were honest.

"It's going on a little longer than expected," you say, trying to sound like you were laughing without doing it. It hurt too much, and you were worried your guts would quite literally spill out.

"It'll be alright, you always get through it," his soft voice says. That was why the cat liked him, you had told him, because he basically was a cat.

He had pressed for answers, and you had delved him, not only into the satanic lore of cat behavior, but of the slew of internet memes, comparison of him to the one and only grumpy cat.

Sam was there for that, and nearly died everytime a new side by side came up.

"Is everything okay?" Bucky asked. The line was quiet, and you were suddenly very aware of that. You were worried you had already died. That wasn't what you wanted, not to die on the phone.

"Yeah, just thinking of you," you could almost see the blush and smile he was surely brandishing. "I'll be home soon, baby," you lied. You owed it to him, to let him sleep a little longer after you hung up.

"Yeah?"

"'Course. Be back before you know it. Gotta kick your ass for messing up my bed."

"I love you doll."

"I love you too, Bucky," you couldn't help but choke out a sob at your last words. Before he could question it, before you could hear anything else, you used all your energy to hang up the phone, letting the line go dead as your ungloved hand fell to your side.

Your eyes watched, the life flickering in and out of them, the snowflakes fall from the sky.

#bucky barnes #marvel #bucky barnes x reader #avengers x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #marvel mcu #bucky barnes fic #marvel fics

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gaytravelinfo · 1 year

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raapija · 4 months

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Strollonso headcanons that haunt me:

They got together in 2018, Lance had just turned 20 and Fernando was 37.

Lance was the first person to settle Fernando down as he was previously known as a bit of a playboy.

They had to keep the relationship secret as both of them would be accused of corporate espionage. (especially not a good look on Fernando... remembering spygate) The rules were changed later in 2021 when Fernando signed with Alpine.

During Fernando's time off from F1, they came out and it was a bit of a scandalous affair. The media tried to drag Lance but Fernando went on a full-on campaign to support him so they moved on from it in a few weeks.

Fernando buys little gifts for him all the time and Lance pretends to be annoyed but actually loves it.

They mostly talk in English, but occasionally slip into French which sounds like complete nonsense to everyone else because of their accents. But they understand each other perfectly fine.

They got married in 2023 during the summer break. It was a small wedding with just family and some close friends. Lance's parents wanted a Jewish wedding, Fernando's family a Christian wedding. They ended up with a civil officiate to stop them from fighting.

They have two dogs; a shiba inu named Nyla and a golden retriever named Rósa. They treat them like their own kids and they often travel with them to the races.

Lance will tell you that they're polar opposites in their personality; he is quiet and more reserved, Nando is a chatterbox and slightly insane. Fernando thinks it's the other way around (delusion).

They would want to have a family but both of them are too stubborn to retire and become a home dad, so, it's on hold.

When Lance is around, Fernando is banned from practicing any kind of magic tricks as it makes Lance feel dumb for not figuring them out and Nando refuses to tell him how they work.

They have an ongoing bet on which one of them turns gray first. It's currently almost tied and Lance is worrying he's going to lose. (<- suspects Nando of cheating and dying his hair)

They mainly stay in Canada at Lance's or Switzerland at Fernando's house, but spend at least the minimum time in Monaco for taxes 💅 Also Spain. And thinking about Japan, bc Nando is obsessed with the country.

Every formal function they're invited to, Lance has to be dragged in like a cat refusing to go in a bathtub.

They've done Daytona 24h together, with Lando as their 3rd team mate.

Lance has a bad habit of forgetting jewellery everywhere and losing rings all the time which is why Fernando peppers him with pretty things. It also causes Fernando to wear both their wedding rings to keep Lance's safe. Lance would never forgive himself if he lost it.

Every time Fernando comes back from the karting school, he recites the whole day back to Lance and updates him on all the kids' progress. When they have small competitions, Lance helps as a race director.

Lance has a lot of hockey jerseys and Fernando wears them all the time. Lance is prohibited from touching Fernando's football shirts.

#strollonso #au #lance stroll #fernando alonso #f1 #aston martin f1 #headcanons

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— 𝐺𝑖𝑓𝑡 𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑌𝑜𝑢 —

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 — bucky barnes × fem!reader

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 — “it’s not much, but i got you this.” / “i could marry you right now.”

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 — listen there is nothing here but fluff, fluffy Alpine

𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒 — ignore Sam in the picture 😂 follow, comment and reblog!

𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒'𝑠 𝐷𝑎𝑦 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡

Today was Valentine’s Day and your feelings were all over the place, you had a special gift for Bucky. For weeks you thought of something and Bucky was a hard one, but something crossed your mind.

To prepare Bucky for it you made him breakfast and put on forties music.

Slowly the eyes of the super soldier opened as the soft music hum reached his ears from the kitchen to the bedroom.

A smile placed on his lips as he recognised the song. Turning out of bed he whisked his blue henley from the floor and went to the bathroom.

Meanwhile you had Alpine sit on the couch as you tried to tie her new collar around her neck. It was a red leather band with a silver heart shaped pendant hanging from the middle.

The pendant alone wasn't very extraordinary, it only had a little B engraved in the middle of it.

A noise from the bathroom had your ears picked up. Bucky was awake which meant he would come down any second. You fixed Alpine and looked into her blue eyes, "make sure he sees it," pointing your finger at her nose.

Alpine flipped hair tail into your face as she jumped from the couch. Huffing playfully you walked back to the kitchen to finish the table.

A few minutes later Bucky strolled in with a big smile, "good morning beautiful," he greeted you and pulled you into a deep kiss. His beard stubble tickled your skin causing you to giggle.

"Bucky! Come on, I made breakfast," you scolded as he tried to distract you. Gripping his hand you guided him to the kitchen table.

It wasn't long before Alpine jumped on the table and nuzzled her head against Bucky. He instantly scratched her neck, that was when he noticed the new collar.

"Oh, did my beautiful girl get a new collar?" He said in a baby voice and inspected the pendants.

As he traced the edges he noticed that the pendant opened. It revealed a picture of him and Alpine – taken by you. His eyes shot up to you already holding a red box with a bow, "happy Valentine’s Day Buckeru, it's not much, but I got you this."

Carefully he took the box from you and opened it. Inside the box was a necklace with heavy chains and the same pendant as Alpine had.

He took the chain from the box looking at it and gently opened the pendant. With wide eyes he laid the box down to wrap the necklace around his neck, "that's us in the Alp!" he told his cat excitedly.

Alpine purred in agreement and bumped her head against Bucky's cheek.

"I could marry you right now," Bucky blurted out and gave you the most beautiful smile. "Let me buy a wedding dress first," you winked at him.

#bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x black!reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes valentine 💞

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the royal wildcard ! esteban o. x ofc (british princess!actress!ofc)

summary: albertine ‘albie’ spencer was born months before her parents got divorced and years later, she plays a massive role as a royal rebel and a certain alpine-renault’s partner. somehow, the british media didn’t get a glance at another surprise that came directly from the source.

content warning: princess ofc without the princess manners, esteban ocon is a nerd and i love him ur honour, vine + hamilton reference (nothing cringe i promise), royal family issue, absence of father and mother figure, wedding/marriage announcement, pierre gasly appearance

note: changed my profile and posted this! i couldn’t go to sleep knowing i should just post this now. press the photos to view the whole posts. enjoy xx

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tagged estebanocon

liked by pierregasly, mickschumacher, lance_stroll

user1 you and your what 😀😀

user2 say sike rn albie.

user3 is that a croissant in estie’s hand

user4 why are you worried about the uneaten croissant? she literally just called him husband 😭

albertinespencer he accidentally dropped the croissant

user3 STAWPPPP HE ACTUALLY DROPPED THE CROISSANT? 😭

lance_stroll he actually made you a spider-man fan oh my god liked by albertinespencer

albertinespencer i was being watched as i changed my watch background

kitty.spencer that mask is not a good disguise if you were to ask me 😂 liked by albertinespencer

albertinespencer we hardly tried 😂

kitty.spencer i’ll teach you more about disguising when you and estie visit uk 😉

user5 i can no longer sleep knowing that estie is now prince esteban

user6 this is the wildest of all wildcards to have happened this season ngl

estebanocon i didn’t think you’d see me looking at that photo of you and spiderman 🥲 liked by albertinespencer

albertinespencer but i love you for it, my darling ❤️

pierregasly next time invite me on one of your trips smh 😠 liked by albertinespencer

albertinespencer i didn’t know one piece of french comes in a pack of two did i?

tagged albertinespencer

liked by joshoconnor, harrystyles, charles_leclerc

charles_leclerc siuuuuuuuu liked by estebanocon

user1 the subtle spiderman things 😭 he got her hooked on marvel fr

user2 diana’s ring being matched with esteban’s own has got to be the sweetest shit i can cry on 😩 how long have you two been planning this??

estebanocon i’ve had it in my mind for two years!

user2 STAWP you’re making me fall harder for you

kitty.spencer you two are so perfect together 😍😘 liked by estebanocon

estebanocon this is a lot coming from you kit! ❤️

landonorris can’t believe that MY PRINCESS is married to my friend

user3 now bow down to prince estie lololol you too georgerussell63 alex_albon

alex_albon i always pegged her as a jude bellingham fan tbh

georgerussell63 meh, she gave mason mount vibes :/

albertinespencer 🥲 i support west ham

alex_albon boooooooo 👎

user4 short wife 🤝 tall husband liked by estebanocon

albertinespencer stoooop because you’re goofy smile literally had me when i walked down the aisle liked by estebanocon

albertinespencer like i almost tripped love 😩 i almost lost half of our dignity in one go liked by estebanocon

albertinespencer it doesn’t matter as long as you know i’d fall for you in a literal sense, anything hardly matters liked by estebanocon

albertinespencer here’s to the time we have ahead of us mon cœur!!! i love you so much estie 🍾🥂💕 liked by estebanocon

estebanocon you’re one of a kind, ma reine 😍

bonus !!!

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