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make a girl smile today.

give her a sword.

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your heartbeat, my lullaby

{lando norris x you x carlos sainz x charles leclerc}

in which your baby needs comforting at night.

a tiny, fluffy baby au because one of my beloved mutuals, @paris-roubaix, gifted me an idea that would not leave me alone.

In the middle of the night, your son tosses and turns in his crib restlessly. Sleep has completely evaded him, and he’s starting to make whining sounds that indicate a precursor to crying. 

You start to sit up in bed, instinctively alert to the needs of your baby. He’s only sixteen months old, but he’s taken quite well to sleeping through the night, only waking up if he’s in discomfort or if the temperature is too cold or hot. Tonight, you’re not sure what’s causing him distress, and so you blink away the grogginess from your eyes and sit up, ready to swing your legs over the bed to go to attend to him - but not before Carlos is pulling you back into bed, whispering for you to “get some rest, cariño”.

“But… our baby…”

Carlos strokes down your back, and you feel some anxiety ease when he whispers, “you’ve had a long day, corazón. You need to sleep. Besides… his dad’s very good at taking care of him.”

You hear the comforting sounds of Lando, already there at the crib. He scoops his son from his bed and cradles him in his arms, rocking him softly as he coos, “hey buddy… what’s wrong, hm?”

The cries of discomfort quickly turn into sharp squeals full of anguish, but Lando is undeterred - voice dropping low into something so soothing. “Hey now… I got you, okay? I’m here.” He strokes the soft slope of your son’s cheek, bouncing him gently and tucking him against his smooth chest. The crying continues, side by side with Lando’s tender shushes, soft words and his gentleness. 

And although you trust Lando with your whole heart, you can’t help but feel an instinctive need to help, somehow. You feel restless with every whimper, every sharp cry - and Carlos senses the anxiety that gathers in you. He cradles you in closer, kissing your forehead, “it will all be okay. I promise.”

You nod, settling comfortably against Carlos’ shoulder. His hand finds yours, and he squeezes it softly as you both watch Lando humming quietly, bouncing his son in his arms.

It doesn’t take too long for your boy to quieten down - Lando has this magical touch, somehow - able to soothe over any discomfort, lulling him back into a peaceful slumber. Maybe it’s the familiar scent of his dad, the warmth of his chest and arms, of the rhythmic thud of his heartbeat intertwined with his lullaby… your son never fails to fall asleep whenever Lando carries him.

As his cries melt away, a tiny little gurgle emerges - an admission that Lando’s magic has worked. “Alright, alright. I know. You just needed a little cuddle, didn’t you?” He pauses, and then whispers, “you know I can never pass up giving my favourite little boy a hug.”

Your son makes an excited little chortle, and Lando coos back at him. You feel your heart swell with joy at the sight of the two of them huddled together, Lando gently rocking back and forth as he whispers sweet nothings, until his son’s eyes flutter close, and his breathing turns deep and even.

“That’s it, bud,” Lando whispers, “you go to sleep, and let your mommy have some rest. She’s earned it.”

Your heart pricks at that. He’s so sweet, so thoughtful. You didn’t think you could ever be so lucky.

Carlos smiles, brushing another kiss over your forehead as he feels you visibly relax against him. “What did I tell you?”

You make a contented little sound, tucking back into his embrace again. “You’re right. He’s amazing.”

Soon, peace is restored and your son is gently rocked in those muscled arms, cheek tucked against Lando’s bare chest. Lando kisses his forehead and lowers him back into the crib, peering at him for what feels like forever. 

“I love you so much,” he says, with all this raw emotion that makes you ache. He’s such a loving dad, and although you’ve always been sure you wanted to have kids with him, this sweetest exchange truly cements it in your mind, that it really was the right decision to start a family like this, after all.

Satisfied that his son’s comforted now, Lando pats him one last time before crawling into the empty side bed, sandwiching you between him and Carlos, and slipping an arm over you to snuggle against you - his small spoon. You sigh and melt against him, feeling his nose and lips press against the back of your neck as he inhales you in. In seconds he falls back to sleep, the gentle, even breaths an adorable echo of his son’s.

Lando feels so warm and solid, and you were sure that if you weren’t already expecting a second one, you’d be hard pressed not to give him another baby. But there’s a line, it seems, and Lando will have to wait his turn. 

You peek over Carlos’ shoulder - to where Charles is snoring quietly, curled up peacefully against the warmth of Carlos’ back. He’d been so helpful all evening, dealing with your nesting tendencies, working tirelessly to set up the new crib and furniture, and painting the nursery a pastel yellow all by himself. He deserves not only a good night’s rest… but a baby to call his own, too. 

One day, you think, beyond excited at the prospect. 

But for now, Carlos puts his hands on your tiny belly, not big enough to show yet, but it won’t be long until he’ll be able to feel the little kicks of his own daughter.

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been in a baby fever mood all week, so I thought a little ficlet would help it pass (it did not). @paris-roubaix, my wonderful co-planner, is in possession of a 2k word document of all our head canons about this little au… and I’ll just say I’m very very fond of the world we created 💛 a huge shout out to @percervall whose work on the mamma mia series definitely left its footprints in this ficlet too.

happiest of birthdays to @lavenderlando who also got a tiny sneak peek of this!

feel free to let us know what you thought!

love, ivy

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every so often i think about sebastian vettel going from the most hated driver -by the fans- to a driver who got such a massive goodbye, unseen to any other driver retirement in the modern era. the thousands of dedications from thousands of different media, the journalists speaking of his kindness, the mechanics talking about his dedication and his love to the sport, the teams talking about the end of the year gifts he'd made for all of them, without fault, otmar szafnauer and the bread seb made for him the first time they met. people like ruth buscombe who spoke about him in the highest terms (my f1 bradley cooper!), fernando alonso that was arguably the one with the most rights to feel wronged by seb (won everything in the years he was trying to win with ferrari) dedicated an entire helmet to him, pierre gasly, charles leclerc and carlos sainz spoke about him leaving such a mark in their personal careers even when they weren't in f1, pierre and the extremely long talk on the phone, carlos and his mark in milton keynes, charles and the letter for his simulator work in 2017, the shirts for their little track run in abu dhabi, the speeches and the memorabilia red bull and ferrari gave him, lewis hamilton refusing to accept he's leaving, talking about seb making him feel a little less lonely in f1, the way most fans keep bringing seb sings to suzuka and singapore, the excitement whenever he does the smallest thing that may indicate a return to f1. i think no other driver has been so loved in their farewell as seb was, i don't think any other driver will be as missed as he is.

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If the right way is too hard, fuck it. Do it the wrong way.

Folding clothes keeps you from getting the laundry done? Stop folding clothes. Put a basket in your room and throw your unfolded clean stuff into it right out of the dryer, it's fine.

Rinsing dishes off keeps you from loading the dishwasher? Load them dirty and run it twice.

Chopping onions keeps you from making yourself dinner? Buy the freezer bags of chopped onions.

You forget to take your meds and don't want to get out of bed to get them? Start putting them next to the bed.

Can't keep up with the dishes? Get paper plates. Worried about environment impact? Order biodegradable ones online if your local store doesn't have one.

Make the task easier. Put things where you use them instead of where they "go." Eliminate the steps that keep you from finishing the task. Eliminate the task that is stressing you out.

Do it the "wrong" way. It's literally fine.

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This is the future of Formula 1 (I love it)

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the nuisance of our language is stunning

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The Tortured Poets Department Prompt List: Part One

All of this to say, I hope you're okay

But you should've seen him when he first got me

And who's gonna hold you like me?

There was a litany of reasons why We could've playеd for keeps this time

Just to leave me here, naked and alone

I love you, it's ruining my life

But you're in self-sabotage mode

Trust me, I can handle me a dangerous man

Now, pretty baby I'm runnin' back home to you

Down bad, wakin' up in blood

Every day of a love affair Every breath feels like rarest air

Wet through my clothes, weary bones got the chill

He was with her in dreams

What if he's written "Mine" on my upper thigh

If you wanted me dead, you should've just said

But what about your quiet treason

The jokes that he told across the bar Were revolting and far too loud

Pulled him in tighter each time he was driftin' away

Now I'm runnin' with my dress unbuttoned

His hands so calloused from his pistol Softly traces hearts on my face

But you awaken with dread Pounding nails in your head

Bedroom eyes like a remedy

My husband is cheating, I wanna kill him

Without ever touchin' his skin How can I be guilty as sin?

'Til you sometimes come and tug my sweater

I know he's crazy, but he's the one I want

I'd rather burn my whole life down

At dinner, you take my ring off my middle finger And put it on the one people put wedding rings on

I stoppеd CPR, after all, it's no use

But I've read this one where you come undone

Thought of callin' ya, but you won't pick up

Two graves, one gun

'Cause it fit too right, puzzle pieces in the dead of night

And you say I abandoned the ship But I was going down with it

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Jay Halstead (& Platonic! Will Halstead): People You Love

Some stories just write themselves and that is what this one did. I’ve been in a writing mood lately and I have a whole list of ideas I want to go through. This isn’t super Jay x reader-focused. 

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD and anti Will/ Natalie content 

You took a sip of your drink listening to Will talk to his brother about his latest disagreement with Natalie. You had learned at the beginning of your relationship with Jay and first meeting Will that it was not a topic of conversation that you should chime in on.  

Will wanted to be with Nat and there was nothing that could change that to his and her own detriment. You stirred the brightly colored liquid with your straw, listening to the ice cubes click against the glass. It was a sweet drink that Gabby had made for you. You were one of the few who frequented Molly’s that didn’t drink beer and only ordered mixed drinks. You had gotten hell for it from a few of the blue-collar boys, but Gabby had taken that as a challenge. There was always a new drink she had found for you to try. 

You tried to hide your wince by taking a drink when Will went through some particularly low blows of the fight. The saying sticks and stones make break my bone never considered how cutting words could be. Especially from the people who were supposed to love you. “You want another babe?” Your eyes flashed between his eyes and your cup which you now found almost empty. You hesitate, but with the way Will is going, you will probably be here for quite a while yet.   

“Yeah, just one more,” You agree. You watch him leave the table and make his way over to the crowded bar top. He wouldn’t have to wait if not for your drink, but he never complained. You heard a sigh and the loud click of a bottle being set more forcefully on the table.  

“Alright, let's hear it.” You glance up at Will expectantly. You weren’t close but you had acquaintanceship because of Jay. You liked Will but it was hard to form a real friendship with someone when you felt like you had to edit everything you said because they couldn’t handle your honesty. Will had a strong alpha male confidence and ego. He needed someone who could call him to the carpet, but you weren’t willing to risk your relationship with Jay to be that for him. You tilted your head in question to his statement. “I know you want to say something, so let’s hear it.” You shake your head circling your straw in your cup again. The bangles that lined your arms clinked together loudly as they slid down to your wrists. “C’mon,” Will pressed. 

“It’s nothing you want to hear.”  

“But there is something you want to say.” His gaze held yours and he raised his eyebrows in question. There was a challenging spark in his eyes. He was looking for a fight. “You’ve been with my brother for almost a year and never had an opinion you wanted to share about any of my relationship problems? I doubt that. I’ve been trying and nothing has been working out. So, I’m up for a female viewpoint.”  

“What you want is a fight. I like my relationship with Jay, I’m not going to ruin it by fighting with his older brother.” Will sits up a little straighter in his seat.  

“Is that so? Well, this one can be on the house. No backlash or fallout. The way I see it-I asked, you answered.” You eye him up and down trying to determine the truth of his words and if he was able to abide by what he just offered. You looked at the bar. Jay was leaning leisurely against the bar top talking to Kelly Severide, Matt Casey, and Gabby. You could tell he was still going to be a minute. You look back at Will and nod.  

“You and Natalie are never going to work.” Will blows out a breath and leans back in his seat before scoffing and shaking his head.  

“You don’t-” You shake your head at him holding up your hand making all the bangles clank down to the bottom of your forearm, the loud noise effectively covering up his rebuttal.  

“Uh-uh, you asked my opinion and now you're going to listen to it.” Will mouth turns into a firm line but he stays silent. “You two are bad for each other. I know you want it to work, to figure it out, for the little rainbows and butterflies to flutter down to fix all your problems. But it’s not going to happen. You two are bad for each other. She is bringing out the worst in you and from what I can tell- from the very limited time I’ve spent with you together- you are doing the same for her.” 

“I love her,” You shake your head at the redheaded man in front of you. 

“What you're doing to each other isn’t love Will. I know you care about her. Want what’s best for her but that doesn’t make it you. Love is finding each other's soft spots, their weakness. It’s learning and knowing exactly what could destroy them. It’s having all that power and choosing to protect them instead of bringing them to their knees.” You play with a bangle on your wrist twisting it, “I’ve been in a relationship where we picked each other to pieces, and I promise you Will that isn’t what you want.” You feel your eyes mist over with emotion, “It’s hard letting go but when you find someone that goes out of their way to protect you...When you would do anything to protect them...You will know that you’ve made the right decision.” 

“I protect Natalie.” You shake your head at Will getting frustrated with his purposeful ignoring of the issues. “We just get heated sometimes, say things we don’t-” 

“That’s what I am saying, Will. It seems to happen every other week with you too. Over stupid things that don’t matter.”  

“Unlike you and Jay. Because I’m sure you too never fight.” Will shoots back and your frustration rises.  

“Jay has PTSD. I’m more worried about protecting his mental health than notching up our day-to-day bickering. He gets in this headspace sometimes and it is irritating and frustrating because I just want him to talk to me. For him to let me help him. But he won’t. I didn’t understand at first. How could I? Then he had a really bad bout of it after a case. He didn’t hear me come in and I startled him. He pulled his gun on me. Pointed it right at my head.”  

Will felt his own frustration turn into something churning in his stomach. He knew his brother struggled with PTSD from time to time. He knew that he had nightmares and that there were times when he was constantly on edge- hypervigilant. But Will had never been there to see the full extent of it. “When he realized it was me, I could see it all in his eyes. He was afraid that he could hurt me. That I would be afraid to be around him. If he had any idea how terrified I was, not that he would hurt me but that he would torture himself with it. Nobody can hurt Jay like Jay can. The fallout was awful. He struggled to get past it. I knew that it could never happen again.” 

“So, what did you do?”  

You looked at your arm and wiggled it. The bangles clank loudly together. “I made it so I can never sneak up on him again. When I went through my Bollywood phase and bought bangles my mom used to complain that the entire neighborhood could hear me when I walked around. I’m sure one highly trained soldier can hear it coming from a mile away.” You look over to meet your gaze with Will again. “Now when I see the signs, I wear them. That is what you do for the people you love.”  

A look of understanding and respect is clear in Will’s eyes. You give him a smile and feel the threads of friendship beginning to form on the strong foundation of honesty and shared love of another person. “If you ever tell him that-” Will mimics zipping his lips before taking the last pull of his beer. You two sit in quiet understanding, and you can see Will marinating on your words. Whether they are thoughts about Jay or his relationship with Natalie you were unsure.  

Jay returns a few minutes later, setting a vivid blue and green drink in front of you and two bottles of beer for the brothers. You eyed the drink thoughtfully, “Gabby said you had to try it. She called it sweet poison, I think.” You stir it before sipping through the straw. You could taste the rum. Gabby had a habit of being heavy-handed with your drinks. It was good though. You turned to look at Gabby and when she raised her eyebrows in question you gave her an enthusiastic nod. She fist-pumped her accomplishment before turning back to Matt. “That good?” 

His strong hand found your thigh under the table, and you smiled at him. You caressed his forearm with one hand while pushing the drink closer to him with the other. “Yeah, try it.” He made a face at you but took a drink from the cup, not the straw. He merely shrugged his shoulders when you asked what he thought. “Yeah, yeah it’s always too sweet for you.” Jay looks over at his brother. 

“You okay man?” He questions, Will was being too quiet.  

“Yeah,” He runs his fingers through his curls, “I was just thinking... Might be a good time to get away for a while. Maybe do a week trip at Gramp's cabin. Fish and stock up on some more wood for the winter. You want to go?” The offer seems to throw Jay for a second. Between Will’s struggling relationship and Jay being busy with a heavy caseload they hadn’t had much time to spend together. Jay looks over at you and you smile brightly at him squeezing his arm. 

“Yeah, I have some time saved up that I need to go through.”     

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every time a f1 driver or a man in general says something stupid, this clip plays in my head

vid ctto the gif owner btw

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Shout out to all the Black ppl that can no longer participate directly in the fandom they love because of the stresses of racism 👍🏾 you contain multitudes of value and I'm sorry that the color of your skin and the power of your voice makes people not want to acknowledge that.

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he can infodump so deep inside me I'll have trivia running down my leg

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the way pedro has played a cowboy, a space cowboy, an apocalypse cowboy and an old western cowboy

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Me, after forgetting to cut the top off an onion before dicing it: “Aw dammit”

The Gordon Ramsey that lives in my head: “Don’t worry there, this mistake isn’t going to ruin anything. No need to be too hard on yourself”

Me: “Wow, that’s…not what I was expecting”

Gordon: “Of course, you ought to know by now that I don’t shout at cooks just to do so. I do it because the people in hit television show Kitchen Nightmares are putting their services out into the public and claim to be good enough to have the title of head chef. You’re just some guy in your twenties making beef stroganoff for yourself and your roommate. I’m kind of a dick, yeah, but I’m not gonna scream at you for a minor mistake like this”

Me: “Oh….well…thanks”

Gordon: “You’re welcome…cunt…”