#( and the newest model of all the cars we do have )

[sofs16]

let you break my heart again — 4

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♫ i miss you i’m sorry - gracie abrams

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charles_leclerc Really happy to be part of the Ferrari Drivers Academy and be development driver for Scuderia Ferrari :) For you, (your initial).

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march 1, 2016

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liked by arthur_leclerc, lorenzotl, and 12,392 others charles_leclerc 🏆🏆YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!! GP3 CHAMPION !!!! A huge thanks to all ARTGP !!!!! WE DID IT !!! ❤️❤️ This one is for you Julio

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november 26, 2016

yn.yln.16 has gone public!

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yn.yln.16 holy moly so proud of you big sister 🥹

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kylie_yln 🥹❤️

january 5, 2017

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charles_leclerc Dreams come true 💫

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january 15, 2017

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yn.yln.16 REAL VOGUE GIRL!!!

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kylie_yln best vogue intern 🤩

february 8, 2017

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yn.yln.16 made a best friend at work ❤️‍🩹

p.s new article is up in my blog 🫧

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bellahadid youre something special 🦋

user92 what do you write about? :)

⤷ yn.yln.16 sports and fashion 😚🤍

february 20, 2017

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yn.yln.16 tonight’s football game article is up!!! view all 158 comments

march 4, 2017

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charles_leclerc Prema today ! Working to get back on the top step as soon as possible 🙂🏆

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april 26, 2017

yn.yln.16 posted a story!

caption: “me and the boys when we aren’t writing a 10 page essay ”

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kylie_yln anyone cute? 😚

⤷ yn.yln.16 looollll no 😖

pascale_leclerc Stay safe, chérie ❤️

⤷ yn.yln.16 ouiii maman!!! see you soon:)

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gigihadid Go HAM lewishamilton!

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Maman 💇‍♀️

Charles, before you find out from anyone else, I am having lunch with Yn today.

Charles🤦‍♂️

What? Where?

How long will she be there?

Is she with you now? Maman?

yln.updated

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yln.updated yn out having lunch with her childhood neighbors! via. chefsmonaco: “Met yn.yln.16 this afternoon! Kindest soul who had lunch at our restaurant!” view all 1,684 others

yn.yln.16 chefsmonaco Loved the food, will surely come back! 🤍🥹

may 28, 2017

kylie_yln just posted a story!

caption: “little sis & me work time 🤪 yn.yln.16”

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yn.yln.16 so so thankful to have written my first vogue article about my beautiful sister !!!! kylie.yln 🥹🤍

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user82 notice how her first article is ab her sister.. talentless nepo babbyyy lol

⤷ yn.yln.16 yeah but hey, atleast im writing in vogue and not crying abt it in someone’s post 🤷🏻‍♀️

⤷ user1 GAGGEDDDD LOLL I LOVE HER ALR

lorenzotl So proud of both of you! ⤷ yn.yln.16 ❤️

may 11, 2017

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charles_leclerc POLEEE POSITIONNN 🏎️ 2 poles out of 2 Qualifyings. Thanks again prema_team for the great car. But tomorrow is the day that counts ! 👊🏻

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may 12, 2017

BBC NEWS • SHORT STORIES

MEET YN YLN May 29, 2017

Yn Yln has been making her mark in the industry.

From detailed writing on fashion pieces to analyzing the newest models of F1 cars, Yn Yln is racing through the internet.

Yln told the BBC it was her bursting of emotions that first got her to write.

Her love of fashion was what started her journey. She put up her first blog up in 2010 titled “Layering”. Yln showcased several ways to style for the winter which skyrocketed her blog.

She then wrote about the racing sport. Yln mentioned a friend of hers raced and that is where her writing started to flourish.

“He just got me really interested in the sport that I couldn’t go a week without writing whether Hamilton got a win or modifications had been made to the sport.”

The writer got her first issue in Vogue out this May 11th. The issue was about her sister, Kylie Yln, and her entrepreneurship.

But while she has achieved much beyond her years, Yln has much more ahead of her. She continues to help the writing industry advance and flourish.

MORE

F1 2018: Charles Leclerc confirmed at Sauber

Kylie Yln launches new collection

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yn.yln.16 you're looking at the new f1 correspondent and presenter 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 tears 😭😭😭😭😭 screaming

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lewishamilton Welcome to the club!🖤

⤷ yn.yln.16 Thank you so much🥹🥹🏎️

kylie.yln Proudest of you

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pascale_leclerc 😍❤️

user1 what will you do? ⤷ yn.yln.16 writer some articles and present with sky tv 🍓

november 28, 2017

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charles_leclerc I remember watching Formula 1 being younger and dreaming of one day being part of it. I can't believe this day has arrived and that I will be racing with Alfa Romeo Sauber F1 Team for the 2018 Formula 1 World Championship. I am hugely thankful to all the people who have been involved in my path to Formula 1.

A special thought to my father that did absolutly everthing for me to get there and to Jules that also helped me massively, I wish you two were here to see that but l'm sure you will follow me from up there.

A special thank you to the Ferrari Drivers Academy/Scuderia Ferrari, my sponsors/partners, Nicolas Todt/All Road Management, my family, all the people close to me during all these years & obviously Alfa Romeo Sauber F1 Team for giving me this opportunity.

Also, a special thank you to (your initial). This is also for you and I’m proud of you.🤍

Still a long way to go to my second dream..! So back to work and see vou in Melbourne 🏎️

december 3, 2017

Charles Leclerc explains reasons behind #16 F1 number choice

december 13, 2017

Since he was young, Leclerc has been dreamt of his future in being an F1 driver, as well as his future number.

The 20 year old driver explains it has always been the number he was going to pick.

“There is too much emotional connection for me to not pick this number. I hold this number deep in my heart and the person who helped me achieve everything, is mainly the reason. I hope to do the number well and give it justice.”

He has yet to specify who he is talking about but fans would guess a close friend. READ MORE…

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bells888 the no caption is so real

⤷16spriv STOPPP ITS MY NUMBER. NOW I HAVE TO CHANGE MYUSERNAME. goodbye yn.yln.16.

kyliexoxo deeeep breaths sister

⤷ 16spriv 🧘‍♀️

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yn.yln bffr. time to work

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user2 why is she famous again?

⤷ yn.yln am i even famous

⤷user2 😂

⤷ user3 she’s a talented writer and her sister is $$$

ylnsbabe the 16 in her user is gone????

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february 13, 2018

MARCH 25, 2018

it was nerve shaking for both yn and charles to come into the paddock knowing the other would be there but they both walked in with confidence.

with charles in his rookie season, many interviewers were trying to get his input on it. he searched the faces for that one (y/h/c) but proceeded to answer questions while walking.

as he started to leave the group, he had the urge to turn around. and when he did, he was met with those (y/e/c) and nostalgia.

the interviewers started to disperse, getting in his line of vision for a moment before they were focues on her.

this was his second shot and he was not going to waste it.

TAGLIST @1655clean @uuzhanggggggg @cmleitora @annie115 @valntynebaby @mrosales16 @d3kstar @stopeatread @chimchimjiminie16 @viennakarma @peqch-pie @scaramou @daniellarogers

NOTE sorry it took so long to upload:( hope everyone has a good year!! this took me a while and a lot of things aren’t accurate, such as the job description, but its fictional!!

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[spiraling-eyes]

Ah, I see you've been looking at our VR helmets. Might I say you have excellent taste?

These are our newest models. The helmet is equipped with a fantastic LCD display - with high resolution of course - and has built-in speakers, which is fairly uncommon. They fully encase your head, eliminating outside distractions. That way, dear customer, you can fully focus on what's happening on the inside. The straps allow for a very comfortable fit, making sure that the helmet fits just right without it feeling confining - the perfect fit if you will.

Of course we allow our costumers to try them on for a bit! People take new cars out for a test drive, so why wouldn't we allow the same for wonderful products like these. I know it must sound like I'm talking a big game here, but I assure you'll agree with me soon enough. Allow me to help you get settled in just right, making sure the helmet covers your face entirely.

Don't worry about the graphics and beats for now, the system is just calibrating to fit your personal needs and desires. It's easy to just let it happen, and take it all in. All of this was made to provide you with the utmost pleasurable gaming experience. Just relax, dear customer, immerse yourself into the spiral, let the beats take hold. The pressure is just right, yes? The softly pulsing colours soothe your mind in such a pleasant way, correct? The beats make you feel as if your muscles are just melting, right?

Ah yes, some customers do experience feeling a bit weak in the body while calibrating their headset. Not a problem, we offer a lot of products designed to enhance the relaxing experience. Let me guide you to one of our most comfortable chairs. That's right, just sink into it. Let the calibrating do its job. Fully embrace the tranquillity we offer here. It's so easy to just give in.

Now, I do think - judging from the little trail of drool escaping from the bottom of the helmet - that I've been able to put your mind at rest, dear customer. Oh, the controllers? My, of course, how foolish of me! Here, I'll let you play with mine. Be careful with it though, it's sensitive.

I take it we have a deal? You have such excellent taste, after all.

This story was inspired by a neat chat I had with @blissful23. Give them a follow, would you?

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[weixuldo]

Unconditionally Epilogue (pt 2)

Anakin X Reader

a/n: This is the complete end to unconditionally, i’ve been putting off finishing part two but i really just got into it these past few days (nostalgia is a weird thing haha) but i hope you enjoy and i want to thank you all again- i wouldn’t have ever continued to write if you guys hadn’t supported me in the first place- so thank you so much :)

10 years later...

It’s a busy week at the Skywalker household: the twins are turning 18 and you and Anakin are celebrating your 10th anniversary

Warnings: cursing, kids, nudity, no sex but implied, mention of injury and car accidents.

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“Maker!! This is for me?” Leia exclaimed happily when the two of you handed her the smooth car fob. 

“It's all yours princess” Anakin smiled as he went in to hug her. 

“We wanted to send you off to college with a more reliable car; we also got you a bunch of accessories and stickers for the inside, they’re in the living room. I think you’ll really like them” you added. 

She hugged you next, “Thank you so much!”.

“Thank you daddy”  she said, walking towards the sleek auto infront of her.

“Yea. thanks ‘daddy’,” Han teased before going off to join his ecstatic girlfriend.

Anakin’s smile turned to an annoyed scowl; that smug son of a bitch was gonna get it some day, but as of now Anakin refrained from violence.

“I don't know about that Solo kid, he might end up six feet under with me holding the shovel someday” Anakin half joked, half actually meant. 

“Whatever” you rolled your eyes playfully, “as if you weren't a cocky son of a bitch when we first met”

He gave you a smug look with his brow raised.

“You know it's true, “Mr. Skywalker’” you smirked at the formal title you hadn't used in years. 

He huffed out a laugh and pulled you into his side, returning the smile. 

By the car, Leia raved to her boyfriend about the interior and he happily listened with a huge grin (he knew he’d be driving them on dates in it in the near future). 

Luke popped out of the garage with a smile and his safety goggles crookedly laid in his fluffy hair.

“Finally!” he exclaimed, “mom and dad have had me keeping your present in the garage for two weeks now! About time you got it”.

Leia turned to her brother, “you knew?!”.

“Of course I did, I helped pick it out- I got you the newest model with the best safety features. Cant have my sister going to college in a hunk-a-junk” he joked. 

A wide smile plastered itself on Leia's face as she rushed to embrace her brother. 

“I’m so glad you like it honey” you said, hugging her once more.

“And now that your brother finally stepped out of his cave, we can give you your gift,” Anakin said, turning to his son.

All of you walked back into the house and Anakin pulled out a plain white envelope.

“So, I know your sister’s gift is actually useful right now, but I’m sure you'll be very pleased with yours”, Anakin said as he handed the slip to his son.

Luke was confused but happily opened the envelope. You watched his blue eyes scan over the words and once it all clicked, he leapt up from the bar stool he was on. 

“No way! No fucking way!” he exclaimed, making Han and his sister laugh. 

Anakin shook his head with a smile. 

“What is it?” Leia asked, but before you could answer her, Luke practically tackled you in a giant hug. 

You smiled and embraced him warmly before he left to do the same to Anakin (a little gentler). 

“Thank you thank you!!” he said, clenching the paper. 

“Luke, what is it?” Leia asked again.

“They got me that old camaro that's been sitting in watto’s scrap yard. I’ve been wanting to fix that old thing up for years!” he grinned like a kid who just got told they were going to disney world. 

“There's more at the bottom,” you said with a smile. 

Luke shouted again, “NO WAY!”.

“What now?” Leia said, playfully rolling her eyes at her easily excitable brother. 

“Mom and dad got me a pass for next year’s car show- I’ll fix up the camaro and enter it!”. 

“That’s amazing Luke! You’ve wanted to be in one for forever!” 

He smiled and thanked the two of you once more. 

After the excitement of the gifts both of the twins went their separate ways to see their new presents; Leia went to test her car and Han helped Luke bring the other car over to the house. 

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“Be good for your sister and brother, alright baby?” you said as you hugged Rey close.

You and Anakin’s anniversary was tomorrow so you were leaving for the islands today. Anakin rolled the rest of the luggage into the back of his car before coming back to say goodbyes.

“I will mommy” Rey smiled proudly.

“That’s my girl” Anakin said, walking in from the garage.

“Daddy!” Rey exclaimed, reaching her arms up for Anakin.

He bent down to hug her tight and kissed her head, “Hey Pumpkin, we’ll be back in a week, alright?”.

Rey nodded her head before asking her brother to pick her up. He obliged as you, Anakin and Leia gave your parting hugs.

Next, Luke handed Rey over to Leia so he could hug you two goodbye.

“Have fun kids, we love you and will see you next tuesday” you smiled and waved as you headed for the car.

“make good choices- if I come home to a-“

“don’t worry daddy, i’ll keep these two idiots in line” Leia laughed as she pointed behind her at Han and Luke.

“ok- call if you need anything- love you!”

“of course! Miss you already” the twins smiled before going back into the house.

Once you and Anakin were buckled in, you squeezed his bicep with a wide grin.

“Someone’s excited” he laughed before kissing your forehead.

“You have no idea”

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You arrived at your villa and flopped onto the large bed as Anakin put some of your luggage by the dresser on the other side of the room.

It was one that overlooked a private cove and came with pretty much every special amenity you could ask for (full working juice bar, hot tub, complimentary spa, embroidered towels, personalized rooms, you name it!).

“My love, come here” you called, patting the space beside you.

The smile lines in the corners of his beautiful eyes crinkled as the corners of his mouth turned upward, “alright angel”. 

He joined you and kissed you on the temple before asking what you wanted to show him. 

You dug around in your bag and pulled out a photo album you had made for your anniversary. 

“Happy anniversary, Ani,” you smiled. 

He looked at the square book and his eyes softened, “Is this for me?”.

You giggled, “who else would it be for silly?”. 

Your heart skipped when his mechanical hands brushed over yours as he took the book from you; even after ten years he still made you feel like a giddy teen. 

“Holy shit” he exclaimed as he opened the book, “Where’d you dig this one up from?”.

The first photo was a candid photo from your wedding; you were sitting in Anakin’s lap with your arms around his neck as he looked at you adoringly. 

“Rex actually took that one, he showed it to me when I went over there to pick Rey up from her playdate”.

“Maker, we look young- Well, you still look like this… I just look old” he joked. 

You kissed his temple, “no you don’t! You’re just well loved” you smiled. 

“That’s what you’d say to someone who looks old!” he exaggerated. 

You set the book up chronologically so that things from your college days when you first started working for him were at the beginning.

On the next page was a copy of the first check you ever got from him (obviously it was illegal to copy checks- but you weren’t actually going to use it).

His signature was much smoother back when he actually could sign with his hands. 

He eyed the page filled with small mementos from your early days together with a smile, “I can’t believe you kept some of this stuff” he said as he ran his mechanical fingers over the valet ticket stub from your first date.

“What can I say, I’m sentimental” you smiled, kissing his cheek. 

As the pages continued he watched his younger self become more and more happy with each turn. You really did light up his life.

There were photos of you and the twins playing, candid photos of him, ones that you took with him after long nights of love making… Everything was right here. 

“Hah! Look at that” he exclaimed as he came across some hand turkeys and swans you had taught the kids to make the first thanksgiving you were with them. 

“I used to find those damn things everywhere!”. 

He squinted once he reached the next page, there was a gray text message bubble cut out at the top of the page.

I should be home a bit earlier today, maybe we can watch that movie you’ve been talking about. 

“What’s that?” he asked.

“The last text you sent me before you got into your accident” you said, squeezing his upper arm softly. 

The next page had a picture of his completely totaled car as well as the first few photos you had of him when he was in a coma. It wasn’t pretty, but it was a part of him- a part of your journey together.

“Fuck, I forgot just how bad the car looked…” he said as he scanned the photo. 

His black Audi’s front was completely crushed and it barely looked like a car with the amount of dents and scrapes it’s body had collected.

You still weren’t completely sure what happened that day for it to have been so fatal. And Anakin barely remembered anything from the accident up to a few weeks after. 

“Maker- and me!” he said, diverting his analytic gaze to the glossy photos of his broken body lying in the ICU.

You nodded as he continued turning- the next few pages were his recovery period in the hospital; his first picture awake, his first with Ben and Satine, first with Ahsoka, his first with you, and his first with the twins. 

Looking back at the pictures made you really see how far he’d come- there was a time when the doctors didn’t think he would make it. 

Soon the pictures’ settings began to shift out of the hospital and into the house; his first time back home and other pictures from that christmas (there weren't many photos from the period you and him went through a rough patch, only one or two that Ben had lying around).

The next picture of everyone was at your college graduation; all smiles. 

You remembered your graduation like it was yesterday; it was the tail end of your rough patch with Anakin and he was the last person you expected to see in the sea of people. Your massive smile in the photo showcased just how happy you were to see him again. 

“You looked so good in that dress, Angel '' he cooed, nuzzling into your neck to steal a quick bite. 

“haha - stop!” you giggled, lightly pushing him away. 

“You still have it?” he asked jokingly with a smirk. 

You rolled your eyes, “...yes”.

His smirk grew into a lopsided grin, “I think you should wear it for me when we get back”. 

“HAH! Ani, I don’t even know if it still fits me?!”

He set the book in his lap and squeezed his mechanical hands around your waist making you squeal. 

“Ani! That tickles!” 

“Yea, i’d say you’d still fit- well maybe not this” he smiled grabbing the fat of your ass. 

“Ani!” you scolded.

All he could do was laugh, “What princess? I never said I didn’t like it- You know I love your ass”.

You swatted his hands away with a laugh- “Stop it! Finish looking at the book” you giggled. 

He turned his attention back to the album. The next few pages were covered in your wedding photos; a close up on his face when he saw you walk down the aisle, your face when he stood after saying his vows and a nice still photo of your first dance. 

“This was the best night of my life,” Anakin said with a reminiscent smile. 

“Me too, Ani”. 

The next photos were of his return to work, your pregnancy announcement, Rey’s birth, the twins’ first school dance, and other family milestones. 

There was a section near the end full of pictures of the kids; “first day of school” pics, vacation pics, and other moments where they were just being themselves.  

Finally the last page was the most recent picture of the two of you; it was at a rooftop bar for a gala his company hosted, he was dressed in a nice suit and you wore an off-the-shoulder gown- the photo was a candid Ben had taken of the two of you kissing after Anakin made his speech. 

He closed the book lightly and placed it on the end table beside the bed before turning to you with glassy eyes. 

“Y/n Skywalker, I love you more than anything on this earth- you are absolutely perfect” he said pulling you into his lap (which you gladly obliged). 

“Thank you” he said into your hair as he hugged you close. 

You tossed your arms around his neck and held on tightly, “I love you too, Anakin ''.

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 Anakin’s gift to you was much more extravagant than yours to him, but the whole time he kept apologizing for his not being able to compare to yours (and you knew he meant it). 

He took you to one of the nicest restaurants on the island and then took you to the aquarium for part of your present. You were always a big fan of conservation and the oceans, so he donated a large sum to have a portion of the local reef named after you.

“Ani, this is amazing! Thank you so much!” you grinned ear to ear as you ran your fingers over the golden plaque with your name on it. 

He shyly cast his gaze away from yours, “It really doesn’t compare to yours- you’ve just always been the better gift giver”. 

You shook your head and grabbed his hands, “no, no Ani! I absolutely love this- and they’ll make sure to watch over the reef right?”.

He nodded with a smile, “Yes, my love. This section is under protection and will now be being sustained and cleaned by certified locals so that it will continue to thrive”.

You hugged him, “Thank you, I love it”.

“Of course. Angel”

The two of you walked hand in hand through the dark aquarium (Anakin had it completely reserved for tonight for just the two of you). 

Walking through the tunnel of brightly colored fish never failed to mesmerize you; their fluid motions, the shapes and sizes, you loved it.

Anakin watched your expressions change adoringly; after all these years, after becoming a mother, after becoming an influential and respected figure you could always find wonder in the smallest things. 

He loved that about you.

You did what he never could, you showed him how to be happy and how to push through the toughest times. That's why he knew you were perfect for him. 

After a few stolen kisses under the watery biomes, Anakin had a driver take you back to the villa.

Anakin began a warm bath for you in the fancy whirlpool tub; he opened the sunhatch, tuned on soft lights, added flower petals and some sweet fragrance. 

Once he entered the bedroom again, you had gotten undressed and were only wearing one of the new silk robes he got you and a smile.

“Hey Ani” you said with a small wave.

Like a moth to a flame, he walked towards you. 

“Hello, my love” he said with his low voice as he placed his mechanical hands on your hips, drawing you closer. 

You stood on your tippy toes and kissed him gently, “I think you should join me in the bath”.

When you leaned back he cocked his head to the side with a smirk, “Oh, should I now?” 

He played with a strand of your hair that you must have missed when you twisted it up. You nodded and began to take his suit coat off.

He chuckled at your determination and allowed you to help him undress; his body hadn’t seemed to change too drastically but there were some definite differences. 

He was more muscular than he was the first years after the accident but still wasn’t at the shape he was when you met him.

He was still slim but he collected some extra fat around his love handles; his crows feet and smile lines were more prominent, but in a way they made him more endearing. 

His scars had mostly all faded but every once in a while would flare up. As for his limbs, they all healed pretty well and his prosthetics were regularly updated. 

He was still just Anakin though… your Ani. 

“I think you’re ready” you said after placing a tender kiss on his bicep. 

His robotic digits danced around the hem of your robe until he pulled the loosely tied bow around your waist; the robe cascaded softly around your feet, leaving you bare. 

Anakin’s eyes admired your body and he sucked in a breath. 

“And now you are too”.

He was not the only one who’s body changed; after having Rey, you gained some light weight and stretch marks, your breasts had grown larger and you seemed to have a bit more fat on your ass (not that Anakin minded at all). 

You too had collected some smile lines but you had no problem with them. If you ever felt bad about your body, Anakin swatted those thoughts away really quick.

He always made you feel like the only girl in the world.

With a loving smile you led him into the large bathroom and helped him sit on the side of the tub before disassembling him. He always preferred legs first because he liked to hold onto you as long as he could.

At this point in life there was no part of him you hadn’t seen and no part of you that he hadn’t seen- so he was much less shy about having you help him.

Once everything was off you helped him into the tub; he sighed at the warm water caressing his body, you couldn’t wait to join him. 

You stretched once more and entered the tub gracefully. Before long you were lying against Anakin’s chest with a content smile- this was the best anniversary yet. 

Out of habit you fidgeted with the gold chain around your neck- you and Anakin had amassed several important dates since you first got each other the pendants. 

Anakin’s had your, the kids, and his first wife’s birthdays on them as well as the date of his accident and your wedding. And yours had Anakin’s, and the kids birthdays as well as your graduation date/when he proposed and your wedding day.

After all these years, after all you had been through together- you couldn’t ask for a better lover.

Only the stars knew that the mousy college student you were and the cold mannered businessman Anakin was, would eventually make it work.

You couldn’t be more thankful- and as you sat happily in Anakin’s embrace, you told him what you always did, 

“I love you so much Anakin…unconditionally”

***

a/n: so now it’s completely finished 🥲 i’ll miss this story but im also glad to have it finished :) i hope the epilogue chapters were enjoyable for u guys!! i tried to tie in the original trilogy and sequels a bit :) now we’ll be back to our regularly scheduled programming haha

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[yaksha-lover]

Cupiditas

Vamp!Vil Schoenheit x Reader

cw: jealous/insecure reader, hurt/comfort

Sometimes you forget just how big Vil’s world is. When it’s just the two of you, it’s easy to block all of that out. He doesn’t feel like a celebrity, he just feels like Vil.

Sitting at the side of the studio, you’ve never felt more out of place. Large, blinding studio lights shine down on Vil as he poses, gorgeous as ever, with two stunning models. The three of them look natural together; they belong in each other’s world. Vil’s newest movie is a vampire one after all, maybe that’s why he looks so comfortable with them. He doesn’t have to act so much.

You wonder if Vil takes blood from people like these models. He refuses from you and yet… they aren’t the bland and boring he considers you to be. They’re special and beautiful like him. People like them belong at his side. People worthy of him.

The producer lavishes praises on the three stars, before announcing a wrap on the shoot. You can’t hear what they say, speaking too quietly from your location, but you catch a smile from Vil at the words of one of the other models.

You don’t understand why you feel this way. Vil isn’t your boyfriend, he’s not even your friend, he’s nothing to you. Nothing that he isn’t to those beautiful models. It’s stupid, why should you even care what he does?

Lost in your own world, you don’t realize Vil is in front of you until he’s flicking your forehead.

“You should know getting lost in thought is rather unbecoming of an assistant, even a temporary one,” Vil chastises lightly, already turning away to double check his makeup in a nearby mirror.

When you don’t respond, Vil sighs quietly and continues, “I’ll just need to get changed out of these clothes and we can leave. I trust Rook has told you what you should do in the meantime?”

“Yeah, I’ll call the driver,” you tell him, pulling out your phone as he walks away. He turns to glance back at you for a second, but seems to change his mind and keeps walking towards his dressing room.

Just as you’re packing up your things, you happen to overhear one of the other models, heading back to their own dressing room. On the phone and talking about…Vil. As his (temporary) assistant, it’s crucial to be informed at all times about his reputation, so of course you eavesdrop.

“Yes, I’m going go talk to him now. I’m so nervous, but I really like Vil. I think he likes me too, he’s been so flirty during our shoots.”

You quickly walk out of the studio, vision blurry. No point waiting for Vil, it’s not like he’ll be coming back with you tonight. You make it halfway down the steps before someone catches your arm.

You refuse to turn around and let him see your face. You’re being childish, and pathetic, but you can’t help the tears that stream down your face.

“Why are you crying?” He asks, with less mockery than you expect.

“…M’not,” you reply, still not facing him. He grabs your chin gently and forces you to tilt your head up at him, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb.

“Is someone feeling…jealous?” he asks you with a knowing look and a small smile. Oddly enough, it doesn’t feel like he’s making fun of you. Still, you don’t exactly want to reply to that.

“Hmm,” Vil gently parts your hair from your neck, “Will it really take me biting you for you to realize that I’m only interested in one person.”

You feel yourself flush, and try to stumble out a retort before Vil silences you with a laugh.

His hand shifts to stroke your cheek, before falling back to his side. He turns and walks towards the limo which just pulled up, only looking back to make sure you’ve followed after him.

“I’m just teasing, of course. You know I wouldn’t take blood from a human like you.”

“WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN???”

“You know what it means,” he says as he takes your hand and leads you towards the car. You want to be mad at him, but seeing the gentle smile on his face, you forget your feelings and focus on him.

You get to the limo and reach for the front door, ready to get in before you hear another sigh.

“What are you doing?” he asks, exasperated.

You turn towards Vil, confused, before realizing your mistake. You hastily open the door for him, gesturing for his entry: “Sorry, sir.”

He rolls his eyes before grabbing your arm and gently pushing you into the back seat, despite your protests.

“Sir? What’s gotten into you? If I knew making you my assistant would make you this obedient, I would’ve done it a long time ago.”

He smirks gently at you when he sees how flustered you become, quickly trying to defend yourself.

“I was just trying to be professional like Rook taught-“

“You’re awfully loud,” he cuts you off sharply, “Seems like you’re feeling better. Do I need to take some blood from you so you’ll calm down?”

You shuffle as far away from him as your seatbelt will allow, and Vil actually laughs. You find that you enjoy the sound more than you thought, and more than you should. He has worked hard, and is he looking a little pale? Maybe he does need blood, to survive of course, and would it be so bad if you were the one to give it to him? No! You chastise yourself for even thinking such thoughts of giving in to him.

The two of you resume conversations about his work before it turns to casual, easy talk of your lives at the mansion. The car ride is long and the day has been exhausting, but Vil doesn’t mind seem to mind when you rest your head on his shoulder and try to fall asleep.

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[very-feral-lesbian]

it happened one night a few weeks after eddie finally got the all clear from the sketchy government doctors.

it was around 11:30p.m and he was just now cleaning up dinner since wayne had just left for work, when he heard a knock. he was skeptical at first, obviously, he wasn't hawkins biggest fan at the moment.

he snuck a peek through the window of the kitchen.

first he saw the car, a BMW. it wasn't often that this side of town saw a BMW. much less the newest model, in burgundy of all colors. that was until he started coming around.

eddie walked around the kitchen to the door, drawing in a quick breath before opening the door. and there he stood.

steve harrington, hawkins resident king boy. the guy everyone wants standing on eddie's doorstep. in his classic polo and stupid tight light-wash jeans. but eddie could tell something was up.

he was able to read steve better since they had gotten closer when eddies world was rocked and he figured out that dnd wasn't so much of a fantasy game as much as it was a reflection of the truth of small town hawkins.

"what are you doing here, steve?"

steve muttered under his breath, something undecipherable but it gave eddie enough hint to let him know that steve was drunk. sloshed.

"you're gonna have to speak up, harrington."

steve had lifted his chin, staring right at eddie now. head wobbling a bit but his gaze very clearly directed at eddie.

"i wish i'd realized sooner."

then a pause.

"maybe," a hiccup, "maybe i wouldn't have been an asshole. maybe i would have been friends with robin. maybe i could have loved myself."

another pause. "steve.."

"maybe i could have loved you sooner."

he should have seen this coming. he and steve had this tension, something lingering that neither of them had done anything about. eddie mostly feared that it was too good to be true, that steve would revert back to his high school self. he was scared, but apparently not as scared as steve.

"fuck harrington, come in."

he ushered steve into the trailer, grabbing him a glass of water and some ibuprofen. steve was sobering up quickly, eyes less glazed over and emotions clear on his face, aware of what he had admitted.

he had sat steve up on his bed, back propped up and bucket on the floor, just in case.

he hopped on the bed next to him, crosslegged and back against the wall.

eddie had said anything yet, mostly because he wasn't sure how to go about this. whatever it was.

they were dancing around it for months and eddie didn't think now was the right time to make a move. but he also knew that steve was in his head right now, feelings apparent on his face, making it clear he was thinking hard.

eddie shifted, laying down and before turning the light off, "we can talk about it in the morning, steve, alright?"

steve looked over at him for the first time since he entered the trailer, lingering on eddie's gaze for a moment before nodding.

eddie flicked the light off and got himself under the covers, and if a hand snuck over to take his in the middle of the night, it was no ones business but his.

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[paddockbunny]

One

Summary: Aria Armund is hired by Alpine as an "image guardian" for a reluctant Pierre Gasly - AKA she is hired to be his "babysitter". What happens as the season progresses and both of them have their buttons pressed by the other? And what happens when one of them suggests making a rather interesting bet? Rating: 18+. Pairing : Pierre Gasly x Aria Armund (OC) Word Count : 4,418 Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, misogynistic Pierre, language, mention of sex & blowjobs, descriptions of women's bodies etc. 💞Authors Note : This is going to be written from a first person narrative and will switch from Aria's POV and Pierre's POV. No idea how long this will be but I'm considering posting every race day (not sure yet due to work commitments, as usual). OH, and if you want to be added to a tag list then please comment on the newest chapter's before I make a dedicated page for it!!

Pierre

I let out a long, laboured sigh as I slide into the car. I really didn’t want to be doing this. I would much rather have been still in bed with Jessica - or was it Jenna or maybe Jennie, fuck maybe it was Julie? It began with a J in any case. And anyway, who fucking cares?! All that mattered was I had to peel myself away from her this morning to get to the factory on time for this dumb as fuck meeting. A groan escaped me as I suddenly remembered how fucking phenomenal Jessica (Jenna, Jennie or Julie) was at giving head and how I would much rather be getting sucked off right now rather than go to this boring meeting where some big wigs will talk AT me not TO me for a few hours and waste my day.

Ben opens the door on the other side of the car and gets in. He slides into the back next to me and I can’t help but glance over at him as as he checks his watch and tuts about the fact we’re going to be late. I let him stew instead of answering him. There’s no point. Last year I realised pretty quickly he was one of those types of guys. The ones that were so regimented and anal about doing things right and on time that even a minute behind schedule and he would be having an internal meltdown. I just let him do what he wants without input from me. So I pull my phone from my jeans pocket and smirk to myself when I see a DM from a Jocelyn Silva pop up - JOCELYN! Her name was Jocelyn! - so I click on it and it’s a photo. She’s lying in the bed I had just left her in throwing the camera some “come hither eyes” with a tiny little pout dancing across her full (filler injected) lips. But I only fleetingly glance at her face, it’s lower that I pay more attention too and the fact the bedsheet barely covered her exquisite boobs and the deep sun kissed glow from her tanned skin. I’m sure she said she was a model or trying to be a model and really, it wasn’t a stretch to imagine her in a bikini or lingerie in front of a camera. I swallow instinctively upon remembering what she tasted like last night before actually reading the text that went along with her provocative pic.

Jocelyn_S_Silva: 💋 last night was fun Papi, let’s do it again sometime?xxx

Was it too soon to ask if she would be down for tonight? That picture she sent was enough to give me blue balls for the rest of the day. I clear my throat so I don’t laugh aloud at how ridiculous I sounded. No pussy was that good to go chasing after so quickly. So I sent a stock response back;

PierreGasly: until we do…give me something to remember you by?🍑

And click off my phone to stare out of the window hoping I could stay in control of the blood rushing down toward my dick. It was raining (again) in England. The country looked so dull and grey in comparison to some of the other places we visited with the travelling circus that was F1 but they wanted me here, in Enstone for a meeting ahead of flying out for testing next week. Ben’s ear had already been significantly chewed off about that. I was supposed to be at the PSG match tonight, had a date lined up and everything - Aletta Dekker, sister of Lars Dekker the Dutch tennis player. We’d gone out a few times, fucked a lot, but I actually got on well with her. We could chat without feeling the need for it to go anywhere. It was just some fun with no strings attached. I didn’t have the balls to let her down over the phone so chickened out and text her saying I needed a rain check. The irony now as the rain hammered down on the car as we drove down a monotonous English motorway was not lost on me.

It took close to two hours to get to the factory. I never stayed near it simply because there was fucking nothing there so we’d come up from London to the factory and go back when the day was over. It wasn’t like all those years at AT where you could at least be in the beautiful Italian countryside and take in the stunning landscapes out the window, not fields and copious amounts of cows and sheep. When we finally pulled in front of the building where all the offices and important rooms with important people in them were, Ben finally asked if I knew what this was all about. Seriously, he didn’t even question this random meeting until the moment he stepped out of the car and I couldn’t help but shake my head at him. I liked Ben, he had become a good friend over the course of last year. It’s hard not to grow close to someone you see pretty much every day and does everything with you.

“No idea.” I told him as he rounded the back of the car as I shut the car door. “Hope I’m getting a raise for dealing with all that shit last year though.” Ben laughed at my words, which weren’t intended as a joke but must have sounded like one. As two of the guys from Alpine came out from the building to greet us, apologise for the bad weather and issue us inside my phone buzzed in my pocket and I wondered if that was the photo I had asked that Jocelyn girl for earlier. Took her time didn’t she? I made sure I didn’t scoff and tried to stay professional as we walked through the building while the guys I had met a million times before talked about the weather and asked me if it was better in Paris - clearly not clocking the tan I was sporting to realise I had certainly not spent my winter break in Paris.

“We’re just in here, Pierre.” The shorter, more rotund one of the two opened the door and held it open for me. I’d been in here before. It was where I had that big meeting with the big bosses after the incident in Singapore but the less said about that the better. I recognised everyone in the room. Otmar and the like were all sitting around the oval table and got up immediately to welcome me. But my eyes were firmly trained on the mass of long brown curls and feminine shoulders that were still sat at the table facing away from me. This was a new addition. There hadn’t usually been a woman at these meetings before. I glance around and confirmed no one had been fired and I hadn’t found out. So maybe she was just a new PR girl or one of the girls that worked in the offices at the factory. Otmar suggested I take a seat and so I did. The mystery girls head turned slightly, enough that I could make out some of her features. Cute straight nose, naturally full lips and high as hell cheekbones. She had to have only been around 23 or 24 perhaps? But maybe I was wrong and she only just looked younger - I wasn’t the best at women’s ages and my I knew better than to presume I knew anything about the feminine being anyway - anyway, as Otmar started speaking I would be sure to find out exactly who this new addition was.

“As you know, at the end of last season I told you I would be discussing things with some of our bosses and whatnots at the end of year review we have. The big debrief meeting where all the heads of department get together and talk about the good things and the not so good things that happened and how we could look to improve in the future. Y’know, like our race debriefs at the end of a race day….” Yeah Otmar, I know, I’m not fucking stupid get to to point. I pull my leg up and rest my ankle upon my opposite knee while I sit back in the chair and nod in the right places. “Well, one of the things that kept coming up was the tension between yourself and Esteban and the incidents that arose last year.” He means him running me off the track at two separate races, trying to break test me anytime I was behind him, me bashing him in front of the cameras any chance I got but it was probably, the public near fight caught by cameras in Singapore when I tried to get my own back by flirting with his girlfriend that was what he was really referring too.

“Pierre with your results last year there’s no doubt of your future within the team but the negative attention the pair of you have garnered has raised a lot of concern.” “Otmar I…” I was going to tell him it takes two to tango and if this conversation was happening with me it better be happening with Ocon too. He was as much to blame for last year as I was. But a hand made me pause while he continued. “However, after some deliberation on how to resolve the conflict and how we can possibly move in a more positive direction for all of us involved. We have decided to bring in an image guardian.” I look at him like he’s grown another head. What the fuck was an image guardian? And that was when I saw his hand flick over toward the girl that had momentarily occupied my mind before Otmar started talking.

This time, when I looked over at her, she was looking straight back at me with quite possibly a pair of the most striking blue eyes I had ever seen before. A soft, sincere smile spread across her lips as her hand rose from her lap in a “that’s me” gesture. Fuck, I couldn’t help but imaging those eyes staring up at me while she had her lips wrapped around my cock. Which involuntarily twitched in my jeans while I had to blink a few times to make sure I wasn’t daydreaming. The words “image guardian” were still ringing in my ears so I most certainly in reality and not a twisted dreamland. “Sorry, what exactly is an image guardian?” I had truthfully never heard of the term and was one hundred percent certain they were making this up. “Well, we felt that the added pressure that the press and marketing teams had to face last year was rather, unfair to them. Their jobs turned into looking after or, perhaps that’s not the right words, making sure the both of you were looked after which meant some of those PR people weren’t as focused on their jobs as maybe they should have been.” I knew he was indirectly referring to Claudia without actually wanting to say her name but the less said about her the better. “So we created the role of an image guardian specifically to make sure your own PR game is onboard with ours. Someone who can liaise from your side with regards to meeting the needs of the team.”

Things took a minute to click in. He was bullshitting. This was a totally made up job so they could make someone my fucking nanny. “A babysitter?” I exclaimed loudly, my anger clearly evident in my voice and body language mimicking it. My foot fell back to the floor and I leaned in. “I don’t need a fucking babysitter.” I glance back over toward this girl whose name I didn’t even know (but who moments ago I had envisioned fucking) that was now labelled as my fucking au pair. “Pierre, it’s image guardian and we feel that you do.” Otmars voice changed tone. He was now not as breezy has he had been. He turned direct and much more commanding. “This is bullshit.” “Esteban has also been given an image guardian who will consult regularly with Miss Armund to ensure a more harmonious season this year. I can’t stress enough how this needs to work, Pierre. You know what can happen if it doesn’t.” I fucking knew. I had seen how people like Ricciardo and Mick Schumacher had been treated. Fuck! How I myself had been treated a few years ago at Red Bull. But a minder? Really? “And what is it she’ll do?” “I think Miss Armund is best to talk to you about that.”

“Hi…” She was nervous. She took a pause after simply saying hello. I was probably glaring at her like I wanted to set her on fire which might not have helped, but rage ran through my veins like boiling hot lava. “Firstly, I just want to introduce myself. I’m Aria Armund. I was born and raised in France till I was 10 and then moved here to England so if you want to talk to me in French you can, I’m bilingual.” There was a pause when she looked at me and I could tell she was waiting for me to say something polite (probably in French) but absolutely nothing came to mind that I wanted to say to her. She took a little breath in and it was usually while I was giving girls the come on when they got this nervous around me. I rolled my eyes and pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth as the pause seemed to get longer. I observed her straightening up and let out a quick exhale. She seemed to be gathering herself and I clocked her little touch of the bracelet on her wrist as if it was somehow giving her the strength to keep going.

“So basically, what I’m here to do is to look after you. You’re not particularly incorrect in thinking I’m a “babysitter” as you called it. My sole purpose is to keep you out of trouble. To minimise any issues you may have with your team mate and prevent them from leaking into the media. I’ll also help make sure your image doesn’t suffer from all of your liaisons with various….friends, and you don’t end up on the gossip pages as you have done in previous years. I’ll make sure your reputation and that of Alpine isn’t damaged in any way, shape or form.” Where did her sudden directness come from? Her nerves seemed to evaporate immediately. It was confusing it happened at such breakneck speed. But how she managed to take control of herself and take charge was nothing shorter than a major turn on. She could take control of me anytime she wanted. “Ok?” She smiled and it was now on me.

I had nothing to say or at least nothing came to mind as those swimming pool blue eyes stared into mines like they were trying to read my mind. As she turned her head away and Otmar went to speak suddenly a question did pop into my head. “Who does Ocon have?” I asked the question in the direction of her turned head. When she looked away some of her glossy curled locks fell across her shoulder and drew my attention directly to her ample chest. She was a woman - very much a woman - and I had a horrible feeling that Alpine might have been trying to set me up for failure. What with everything that happened with Claudia. “Excuse me?” Otmar seemed confused. “Who is looking after Ocon? You said he had a babysitter too.” In those minutes my question went unanswered, I hoped it would click on someone’s brain about why I was asking and I wouldn’t actually have to fucking say it. “Uh….” Otmar sat back in his chair and narrowed his eyes at me in a fashion that told me he twigged and he realised the intonation behind my questioning. He didn’t expect me to react like this, did he? During the increasingly awkward pause I fully believed that he was imposing this girl on me as a way to trip me up so he could get rid of me at the end of the year. If Esteban got a guy babbysitter then there was my answer. He would be getting off with his dickhead behaviour last year. “Mr Ocon’s guardian is Kyle Gilby.” Aria spoke up and I let out a quick exhale of air. Why the fuck did this not surprise me? I knew it. I could sense it from the way Otmar was staring at me. Ocon gets someone he can talk to, level with and I get stuck with her? Typical. “Is there a problem Mr Gasly?” Fuck her calling me Mr Gasly. Girls only usually called me that in the bedroom, not a boardroom.

I pretend there isn’t but there is. The whole thing is totally fucked but what can I do? I don’t want thrown out my seat so I have to play ball. And if that means I have to have a babysitter then fine, I’ll do it. This whole thing was feeling like a massive, risky, fucked up game of temptation? I made an audible scoff because I know where this is going and I know she won’t last long meaning they’ll probably get their way. I can’t help the fact I was born a flirt and women always fell for it. I’d give it two or three months before they’ll be having conduct meetings with me after she breaks her fraternisation contract clause after firing her for sleeping with the person she’s there to manage. It’s happened before and it will happen again. After all, it’s their own fault for hiring someone that would look more at home in Playboy or Sports Illustrated than working in an F1 team. They seriously couldn’t have hired someone less, tempting? They couldn’t have given her to Ocon and at least pretend they weren’t setting me up for failure?

Thankfully the meeting was over rather quickly. There were orders to go with her somewhere so she could do something or other and go over stuff but by that point I was zoned out. I cancelled my plans for this? They could have just told me over the phone. I didn’t need to be here in person when it would have been a quick email. I try not to sigh when I lean forward in my chair to get up but notice her move first. When she rises from her seat I can’t help but cast my eyes over her body. A perfect rack was hidden behind a satin-y type blouse and her smart, tight trousers did little to stem my attention away from her perky, peachy rear practically begging to be spanked. I was right. Playboy or Sports Illustrated. She would look so pretty on her knees. Give it a few weeks, I tell myself. By Miami she’ll be begging for me. I can tell.

Fifteen minutes later we were sat in a smaller, more bland impersonal office while she tried to convince me to hand over my social media passwords. “Mr Gasly, I assure you that your accounts and information will be safe with me. I simply need access in order to keep on top of any potential Alpine related business.” She was getting me riled up at this point. “Last year I believe there were, incidents, over social media with some questionable comments?” She was referring to the emoji’s wasn’t she? The PR girls laughed about them last year but she said it with a straight face. “I simply need to be able to delete anything that would be unsavoury toward your own reputation and the team.” “Telling people my favourite sex position through an emoji is not damaging to my reputation or the team.” I retort back with a smooth laugh. I thought it would throw her but the silence and stoney face I was met with made me push it even further. I smirked before adding; “it’s the dog by the way.” Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I couldn’t recall the last time I wasn’t able to flirt and smooth talk a girl into at least raising a smile. But there was nothing from her. “It’s the dog because my favourite position is doggy…” “Yes, I gathered that Mr Gasly.” She hastily shut me up and I noticed her roll her eyes. Was she not into men? Maybe that’s why my forwardness wasn’t doing it for her.

“Please, your passwords.” I watched as slowly she placed her pen on top of a notepad and pushed it across the glass topped table toward me. Her eyes didn’t leave mine. They stayed trained on me as if she had gone through military training. Unflinching. I would have been complaining if they weren’t so fucking captivating. You could get lost in these eyes.

“Earn them.” I glanced over toward Ben and smirked again. It was a game at this point. I couldn’t help myself. “Excuse me?” “I said, earn them.” I didn’t even know where this was going or why it was coming out of my mouth. I just went with it. I liked how women would squirm a little when I turned it on and I desperately wanted to know she was eating out of the palm of my hand, so sue me. But if I expected her to crumble like all of the others she surprised me. She sat back in her chair and took a deep breath before exhaling. For a brief second I thought I won and I managed to rattle her but unfortunately for me, apparently not.

“Listen, looking after a twenty-seven year old self confessed playboy is not something I thought I would be doing when I got this job so if you think your flirting will have an effect on me and I will pull a Claudia, was it? Then you are very much mistaken.” It was I that was rumbled. And she had to mention last years indiscretion by name so she had clearly been told all about it - or had she read about it online and didn’t need anyone else’s judgment about it to pass her own judgment on to me? “Now…Mr Gasly, your passwords.” Touché. Fucking Touché.

I reached for the pen and notepad and noted how much I felt like a child. It was as if I had been sent to the Alpine School’s principle’s office for being naughty in class. As I wrote down the passwords for her highness, my phone buzzed again in my jeans pocket and it suddenly l dawned on me that she would see everything I received. She would see all of the DMs I was sent along with the mountains of nudes (such as those waiting on me from last nights hook-up) that various girls sent me, mostly without a single shred of prompting. I should probably have felt a little embarrassed or ashamed by them in all fairness but for some reason - probably because she was acting like a fake ball buster she actually was one - I wasn’t. Let her look. There’s probably a fair few suggestive ones of myself on there she could find too if she really wanted too. I cursed the route of thought my own mind suddenly drove me down as now I was imagining her sliding her hand down past the waistband of her tight trousers to get off on the risqué pics I had floating around in some conversations. But she didn’t seem like the type. Fortunately for me the passwords were enough to appease her, for now. She smiled - a fake one of course - and said that was all, I could leave before adding she would would see me at testing. She would be at testing? This girl was really going to be sticking to me like glue, wasn’t she?

Thankfully, this whole fiasco was clearly coming to an end and I glanced toward the door and was desperately trying to think of something smart to say and a way to get out of here. I didn’t want to hang around for any longer than I needed to and certainly not long enough for her to continue getting one over on me or getting a metaphorical upper hand again, but it looked like she had and there was nothing I could do. When I happened to look toward Ben I realised he was smirking and clearly holding back a laugh. He was married and so never really joined in (nor understood) with the flirting and flustering behaviour I was king at. Now, after I had lost the opening match against her, it was as if he could read my startled little mind and I certainly didn’t like that. I arose out if my seat opposite my new babysitter and stared at her for a moment. I couldn’t help but wonder if she had ever worked in F1 - or even just a sport - before because she didn’t act like how all the girls usually acted around guys in sport. She simply seemed unimpressed. Stoic almost. “Goodbye, Mr Gasly.” A normal girl would be turned on by saying that over and over again. By now imagining how it would feel to be bent over the glass desk and having me rail them into next week. But she used it formally, professionally and without a single shred of sarcasm. I just about managed to get to the door to the office when my phone buzzed loudly one more time and I paused to remove it from my pocket.

“I hope that isn’t something I am going to have to get involved in?” Her sweet, soft voice echoed from behind and my sudden laughter filled the room as my brain had come up with the most perfect of perfect responses. “Not unless you want to make it a threesome?” I didn’t hang around long enough for her to respond and mentally high fives myself for my quick retort. She lead herself into it and my brain couldn’t catch up to my mouth. She may have been hired to be my babysitter, but that didn’t mean I had to make it easy for her.

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[sunnyie-eve]

2 | Proud of You

Series: Significant

Paring: Colby Brock x Original female character

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.6k

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"Sam! Sam! Sam!" Penelope rushes down her stairs since he was over at her house getting a snack in the kitchen at the moment.

"What?" He freaks out as she rushes in.

"So I've been keeping a secret from you and Colby but I can now tell you because I made it through the prosses and shit. Look!" She shows him her phone which was on an Instagram modeling account.

"Glad to announce our beautiful newest model to the family, Penelope Lane Hill." Sam reads the caption then looks at her, "Wait? What?" He makes her laugh.

"Yeah, umm last few months when I've said I was too busy. This lady reached out to me so I took her offer. Actually modeling kind of helps me with how I see myself." She lets him know.

"I can't believe this... Congratulations, Pen!" He hugs her then looks back at her phone, "That's a really good pic of you. You surprisingly pull off blue lipstick." He hands her phone back. "Also today is a filming day." He lets her know.

"And I still have to go?" She pouts.

"Yep." He takes her hand dragging her out of her house to the car.

When they get to the house Colby was outside waiting for them with his arms crossed, "You're late."

"How can we be late if there was no set time? Also, I have some news to share." She hands him her phone and her looks over it before looking at her.

"No fucking why! My bestie is a model now! Look at you!" He squeezes her picking her up a bit. "I'm so proud of you!" He lets go of her.

"Thank you. I told Sam it helps me a bit feel better." She smiles.

"Are there any others we can see?" He asks as they go inside.

"Yeah, I'll post them to my Instagram later."

"Ok, are you gonna hang alone or watch us?" He asks her. "We're doing dares people sent us on Twitter."

"Maybe both. Depends." She laughs taking a seat.

"Okay." They leave her alone just to see one dare say to have her take part in one video. "PENNY!" They yell for her so she comes in huffing what.

"Our first date is to have you be in one full video." Sam shows her the tweet.

"It's dares for Sam and Colby. Not Sam and Colby and Penelope."

"Come on." Colby pulls her into the frame.

"Fine. I'll do it." She makes them cheer and the first dare was to put ice in their front pants pockets.

"We're just gonna keep it here the whole entire video. Oh! It's already cold!" Colby complains.

"This is easy for me." Penelope laughs at them.

"Of course it is." Colby playfully glares at her.

The next dare was a one-handed handstand and the guys couldn't do it but Penelope did it for a few seconds. "How?" Sam asks surprised.

"She was in gymnastics from four to seventeen." Colby answers for her.

"Yeah, I hated it but my mom wanted me to be like Harper." Penelope tells the camera. "Luckily, she stopped taking me one day." She winks.

"I dare you guys to eat a tablespoon of mustard with ketchup." Sam reads the next one making Penelope make a face shaking her head no.

"Penelope will not do this one. Even if it was for all the money in the world. She hates mustard with a passion." Colby says leaving to go get the things while she stays with Sam.

"Why do you hate it so much?"

"Because it's terrible. I'd rather kiss a snake than eat mustard." She says making him crack up.

"You're terrified of snakes though."

"Exactly!" She laughs with him as Colby comes back.

She watches the two and wants to puke just imagining it as they do it. They both make noises at how disgusting it was.

"Want a kiss? I think I got some on my lips." Colby jokes with Penelope and it wasn't odd for them to joke like that.

"Eww and EWW!" She moves Sam closer to him.

"I dare y'all to switch shirts in under 20 seconds." Sam reads the next one.

Penelope didn't care since she was in a sports bra so she took Colby's shirt, Sam took her shirt, and Colby took Sam's shirt.

"That was easy and this shirt is so soft on the inside." Sam says touching her shirt.

"I know, right. I love that shirt. You're mom actually bought it for me." She tells him.

"Really?" He says surprised.

"Yeah, birthday gift." She laughs.

While the guys wall twerk for a minute, Penelope keeps track of the time for them. "Colby, I love that you peed yourself." Penelope laughs at him and he sees how the ice melted.

"Is y'all's not cold yet?" Colby asks them and they say it's cold for them.

For the next dare, Penelope gets her lipstick out of her bag for the dare, "I'm gonna need to get a new one now." She watches Sam ruin it a bit.

"It's fine. Here put it on me." Sam hands it to her so she does it to him almost perfectly till Colby nudges her arm on purpose.

"You ass." She glares at him.

"Okay, now let me put it on you." He turns her to face him.

"I'm gonna look like a clown." She tilts her head up a tad.

"Pucker your lips so I can do this."

"You don't pucker your lips to put on lipstick." They both bicker so she stops for him to just do it and she ends up having a long line on her bottom lip. "I can't." She wipes it off so she doesn't look stupid.

Colby and Sam look at each other as if they could communicate with their minds so they grab her both kissing her cheeks so their lipstick was on her face.

She just stands there shaking her head annoyed with them, "I quit." She laughs leaving the room.

"Keep that on till we're done!" They shout at her.

"Whatever!" She shouts back.

Sitting around on her phone messages a friend of hers the boys tell her there's a dare to slap Colby in the face with hot sauce. "I'm not excited for this." Colby groans heading outside and Penelope follows wanting to watch.

"Just be careful with it going in his ear." She tells Sam as he sets the camera up.

"I can't help where it goes."

"You sorta can since you're slapping him." She laughs.

"Why can't we see your ice cubes melting? Did you take them out?" Colby touches where her pockets are and can feel the cold melted water. "How is that not bugging you?"

"Sometimes I take super cold baths when I don't take super hot ones." She explains to him.

"Alright, guys. What's up? We're out here. You got about to be slapped with some hot sauce." Sam claps his hands.

"I'm not excited for this." Colby says again, "I'm gonna take off my beanie. Here, hold this for me." He puts it on Penelope's head.

"What am I a coat rack?" She giggles.

"A beautiful coat rack." He pats the top of her head.

"It's in my ear! She even said to be careful." Colby complains.

"Sam, you barely even slapped him in the face. That was all ear." Penelope pulls Colby's head towards her to see how bad it was.

"Why is it burning?!" He walks away.

"Come on. I'll help you clean it." Penelope helps him take off Sam's long sleeves and holds it by his ear so it doesn't get on the carpet as they walk to the sink. "This is gonna be difficult not to wash it down in there more." She huffs.

"You always clean us up after stupid shit so you got this. You're the mom of the group." Colby laughs as she carefully cleans his ear up.

"I'm the mom yet you two ignore me?" She tugs on his hair.

"Exactly. Plus you're still younger than us."

"You're two months older than me so shut up." She finishes up.

"What would I do without you?" He stands up smiling at her.

"Clean the hot sauce out of your own ear for starters." She smiles back, "I texted Harper to come pick me up so she should be here soon. I have to meet with some people tomorrow so." She lets him know.

"I still can't believe you're a model now. I'm happy that it helps you. You needed this because me telling you isn't enough apparently."

"It's just nice hearing from people who don't know me personally saying it. Trust me, it means a lot coming from you. It shows you care about me but still." She explains to him as her sister honks for her. "I would give you your shirt back but Sam is still wearing mine." She looks down at herself.

"It's fine. It's not the first one you've taken and never gave back. But this I want still." He takes his beanie back.

"I didn't want it in the first place." She shoves him as she leaves the room, "Bye Sam!"

Jumping in her sister's car, Harper has Taylor Swift blaring making Penelope laugh. "Sing it with me, baby sis!" Harper starts to drive.

This was the very first page Not where the story line ends My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon I was enchanted to meet you Please don't be in love with someone else Please don't have somebody waiting on you Please don't be in love with someone else Please don't have somebody waiting on you

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home I'll spend forever wondering if you knew This night is flawless, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you Please don't be in love with someone else Please don't have somebody waiting on you

#sam and colby #colby brock #sam golbach #katrina stuart #jake webber #corey scherer #elton castee #tara yummy #colby brock imagine #colby brock ff #colby brock fanfic #best friend #friends to lovers #tfil

[ownedbytaylorswift-13]

yokohama, kangawa, japan | myg x fem!reader

4th

summary: You and Yoongi go everywhere together. 

description: You stood in the VIP section of the PIA arena, watching your boyfriend of one year (almost two if you count the seven months he had taken between hooking up and finally asking you to be his girlfriend because the trust issues were strong) give a show. Full confidence on that stage, he turned into a different man when the lights became too bright and the screams of the thousands of fangirls you were surrounded with got too loud, deep down you know you're his biggest fangirl, the fact you get to go home to him was just an amazing plus. 

a/n: Hello beautiful human, thank you for taking your precious time to read this little piece of trash, ily, so basically yoongi gives show, yoongi is tired but horny, yoongi and reader det to itttttt. anywaaaayyyys xoxoxo💋💋💋💋.

tw: bad writing, fluff, min yoongi, cringe, alcohol, me, self insert, y/n, badly written smut, just trash. 

wc: 3k.

You stood in the VIP section of the PIA arena, watching your boyfriend of one year (almost two if you count the seven months he had taken between hooking up and finally asking you to be his girlfriend because the trust issues were strong) give a show. Full confidence on that stage, he turned into a different man when the lights became too bright and the screams of the thousands of fangirls you were surrounded with got too loud, deep down you know you're his biggest fangirl, the fact you get to go home with him was just an amazing plus. 

You new you were being watched, you could feel the stares and camera flashes of a couple hundred girls around you, they recognized you, you would definitely see yourself on twitter tomorrow. You can still remember when the first set of photos of you hugging your boyfriend and giving him a kiss came out, the internet burned, collapsed, and broke records with your names trending all at the same time. 

The model, actress, and the newest addition to her curriculum, singer, y/n, and the SUGA from BTS dating. No one could have prepared you for that, nevertheless prepare the world. Although you knew you were being stared down, even though you could feel the jealousy, the flashes, the screams, none of that mattered, because when Min Yoon Gi is on that stage growling, and signing, and kissing his mic because thats what he does to drive you insane from where you are nothing else matters, you just have too watch. 

You had been sitting in his dressing room for a couple of minutes, just before the show ended security had brought you backstage. You were mindlessly scrolling through your phone when you heard the door open, you looked up and there he was, breathless, sweaty, and the most beautiful fuck me eyes. 

“Hi baby!” You got up to greet him, you hugged him tightly with your arms around his neck, and felt his sweat and breath on your skin. 

“Hi, jagi” He half hugged you, his voice was raspy and he sounded tired but once he had an arm wrapped around you he nustled his face into your neck. 

“I loved tonight, this show felt extra special, how does it feel to finally close Japan baby?” You stayed in the same position, he didn't answer he just pressed soft sweaty kisses to your neck making you squirm, he straightened up and pressed a good kis to your lips which told you all his thoughts and desires. 

“Just wait till we get to the hotel baby,” You broke of the kiss and looked him in the eyes, you gave him a quick peck, he grunted lightly in response. 

“Do you need to stay for anything else?” You asked, giving him a little kiss on his cheek before turning to get your bag and your phone.

“No” He answered simply.

“Then lets go, are you tired, yoon?” You asked grabbing his hand and leading him outside. 

“Exhausted” you could tell, he was a man of few words and even fewer when he was tired. He was quiet during the whole car ride to all the way to the hotel room, you unlocked the door and went inside, Yoongi always insisting on talking off your shoes when you go in a room made you make a habit, once your coat and shoes were off you walked in further to see Yoongi already in bed, lying over the covers, breaking every rule of outside shoes and clothes. 

“You can’t go to bed like that baby, you need to change at least” you said grabbing his hands and pulling him up by his arms, he groaned. 

“Come on baby help me out! I can’t carry more than three kilos Yoon, you know it,” Fuck yeah he knew it, he smirked and pulled at his hands, releasing them from your faulty grip, he pulled you in by your waist and captured your lips with his own, you let him. He was laying flat on the bed with you on top of him, the kiss was hungry, passionate, sloppy, after all he was tired. 

“How far can I go tonight, jagi?” He asked breathlessly, breaking the kiss for a second then going back again. You completely pulled away from him, your hands on his chest, knees on either side of his hips, breathing heavily. 

“I actually wanted to try the jacuzzi in the terrace it looks nice,” You got up and Yoongi looked at you with a face. 

“Is that what you want to do, huh?” He said, thick accent and raspy voice igniting something in you. 

“Yup,” you said unbuttoning your pants letting them fall to the floor, Yoongi's eyes glued to your body, now that you had taken that piece off, you were left with a matching dior underwear set, “Come one it’ll be fun, you need to relax” You went to pull him up by his arms again, this time he let you.

“Take your clothes off, all of them,” you said and went to get a hair tie, you tied your curls in a high pony, and walked outside, the temperature was nice, not hot but not cold. 

“Are you coming?” You turned to Yoongi who was still inside. He walked outside, he was only wearing boxers and they had small tent in them. You turned around.

“Can you help me baby?” You said getting closer to him. 

Yoongi cleared his throat before speaking, “Mhm, yeah, yup” You smiled at his slight nervousness, he unclasped your bra and took it off, throwing it to a chair near you. He turned you around, slowly, then just looked at you.

“You’re perfect” He cupped your breasts testing the weight of them, then lightly squeezing, you let out a small whine, he kissed you. You let your hands rest on his waist slowly travel down to his boxers waist band, you hooked your fingers on it and pulled lightly, he nodded still kissing you and you pulled them down, he broke the kiss to kick them off, he then hooked his fingers to the waistband of yours and pulled the waistband before letting it go, he was looking directly in your eyes when you felt the light sting. 

“Take them off” You said, putting your hands on his shoulders, but before you could travel to his neck he started pulling your panties off while he got on his knees, your hands remained on his shoulders he was eye to eye with your cunt.

“You’re fucking beautiful, put your leg on my shoulder, jagiya” He wrapped his hand around you left thigh and pulled it up, you placed it on his shoulder as he said and tried to balance yourself with his shoulders. You could feel the cool air and his hot breath at the same time directly in you wet cunt. 

“Yoongi, please” You made him look at you, cupping his face with your hands.

“Please what, jagi?” His eyes were shining, he was going to make you say it.

“Please lick my pussy?” You weren’t going to play hard to get tonight, he already was face to face with your most intimate part, nothing could make you embarrassed around him anymore. 

He smirked and then placed a kiss to your clit, his hands traveled from your thighs to you your ass and lower back while yours traveled from his face to his hair and forearms. He was impossibly close to you, you suddenly felt his wet, hot tongue lick a thin stripe from your asshole to your clit, he did it again going from your entrance to your clit and then again flattened his tongue on your clit. You whined and gripped his hair making him groan. He quiet literally made out with your pussy, and you were a complete mess over him, you had stumbled back and ended up sitting on the edge of the jacuzzi further opening your legs letting him eat you out. 

“Gosh Yoongi, you’re so. fucking. good!” You were crying out his name, and the moans wouldn’t stop, you felt too good. His hands were on your hips but one slowly traveled up to massage one of your boobs, pinching the nipple, you were shaking. His mouth traveled from sucking on your clit perfectly to poking his tongue in your vagina until he was fully fucking you with it, the hand that wasnt playing with your nipples started rubbing in light small circles at your clit, all while looking at directly in your eyes, all of that was to much for you and you threw your head back, moaning his name, closing your eyes. 

“Look at me or I will stop,” Yoongi said, his voice firm and clear, you looked at him and he resumed his actions, making you heave. You could feel heat in your face, pure heat, your lower abdomen was on fire, the feeling was unexplainable, a rush almost, you could feel his wet tongue, his saliva mixing with your juices as you heard the obscene sound of slurping and lapping, your nipples were rock hard and it all felt fucking amazing. Your heart beating at one thousand per second, it was hard to keep your eyes open but you held on because you knew that meant he would stop, tingles traveled from your cunt to the ends of your hair, your hands were shaking, and your thighs trembling around him, you could feel that hot feeling right on your cunt

“Yoongi I’m so close, please don't fucking stop, don't stop baby, please! ungh make me fucking cum!” You were loud, so loud you might get a complain, but who the fuck cares about a noise complaint when Min Yoon Gi has his tongue buried in your count, nose rubbing at your clit with everyshake of his head, and he looks like hes the one getting the oral of his life. You tightened your grip on his hair and grind your pussy to his mouth.

“Yeah, fucking use me, ssi-ssi-bal” He said fast, in a raspy deep voice, almost raw, and went back to absolutely destroying you with his tongue, the accent, the curse words, the effort he was putting ino making you feel good, and those damn eyes that make you fall to your knees, finally became too much and you fell completely apart on his tongue, crying out shamelessly, the most beautiful release to him. He licked you clean while you whined then helped you into the jacuzzi. 

“Be careful jagi,” He used his strong hands as support to help you in the jacuzzi, your legs a wobbly mess. You hissed when the hot water touched your pussy, still very sensitive from your mindblowing orgasm. Yoongi followed right after and you got full view of his rock hard, big cock, flushed, leaking ready to be shoved into your pussy and pound you stupid. 

“Like what you see?” Yoongi chuckled lazily. You blushed and looked away, even a smile tried to creep into your mouth but you puckered your lips to stop it, he got in the tub beside you and pulled you towards him, the water giving him full advantage to handle you as he pleased. You were completely seated on him, your ass on one of his thighs and legs facing to the side, you held onto his neck with your hands.

“Hi,” You said, looking at him with doe eyes, biting your lip softly.

“Hi, jagi” That nickname made you melt, you were dizzy, you couldn’t help it anymore and finally kissed him, rather softly instead of hungry or lustful like before. 

“I love you baby, so much” You said in between kisses.

“I love you more jagi, I know I don’t say it often, it’s a little hard for me to fully express it with words sometimes, but you’re the most important thing in my life y/n” He said, holding your face, making you look him in the eye. 

“I love your accent, it’s so cute, I love you Yoongi more than anything” You scooted closer to him until you felt his hard dick barely against your leg and kissed him. He grabbed your waist and kissed you back, you pressed your chest together and your nipples were soft due to the warm water.

Your hands were playing with the hair on the back of his neck, but you let one hand stay there and another travel down slowly, first to his chest, you softly flicked his nipple and then pinched, he let out a noise and you used it as and opportunity to slip your tongue further and heat the moment even more.

Your hand moved even lower to his soft waist and tummy, caressing and softly racking with your nails, until you finally got a hold of his rock hard dick. Yoongi pulled away and gasped when he felt it, the grip on your waist tightened and he pressed your foreheads together as his brows scrunched. 

“Is this okay baby?” You squeezed the base of his dick.

He nodded fast “Y-yeah, yes, please jagi, don’t tease me,” Yoongi looked like a work of art, flushed pink because of the hot water and the sinful actions, lips red because of how much you had been kissing them, eyes and eyebrows scrunched. You had moved to sit on his lap, straddling him, knees in either side of his legs, one hand on his knee, balancing yourself, and the other one steadily stroking his dick, just how he liked it, medium to slow speed and lots of pressure, special attention to his head.

You were watching his every move, his head was thrown back, he was biting his lip and scrunching his brows, you assume to not let out a lot of noise. He didn’t like to be noisy, it made him a little embarrassed, but how you loved it. You moved your hand from his knee to his neck, and straightened his head making him look at you with those pretty eyes of his. His mouth was now slightly open, eyes glossy, struggling to stay open. You moved the hand in his dick from stroking to massaging the head with your palm and he made the prettiest little noise while scrunching his gorgeous face.

You pressed your self closer to him, the base of his cock was touching your clit, “I love the noises you make baby, they turn me on so much, don’t hold them back please,” you kissed him again, playing with him until he was crying out, you let go of his dick.

“Y/n, jagi, please don’t stop,” He was breathless as he said that and at the same time he squeezed your hips and rocked you back and forth, both of you moaning at the friction of your clit and the base of his dick.

“Baby, I want you inside me, now, please fuck me Yoongi, right here,” You were desperate to feel him inside, you stood up from his lap and dragged him with you to the other side of the tub, where the city was in full display for you. You gripped onto the edge of the pool and placed your knees on the step that was supposed to be for sitting, in that position your ass was half on the water half not, but on full display for Yoongi, you looked over your shoulder and saw Yoongi placing his hands on your ass spreading your pussy, he teased your clit with his fingers before inserting them in your pulsing hole, making you gasp, you could hear how the water moved with every thrust of his two fingers, in one of those thrusts he decided to keep the fingers deep inside you and rock them back and forth and in circles, you choked on his fingers, the noises were as dirty as they got. 

“I’m going in aegiya, are you ready?” He said and placed a kiss to your cheek, his fingers long gone from your pussy making you clench around nothing.

“Please baby,” You answered, he aligned his dick with your entrance and slowly thrusted himself in and cursed in his native language when he completely bottomed out, after a couple seconds he started to move but you quickly stopped him still not used to the stretch.

“A-aish…I don’t fuck you for two weeks and your pussy gets all tight, jagi” He whispered in your ear, completely still buried in you, he teased your clit and placed kisses along your neck while you got used to his cock. 

You knew even before you saw him that he was going to be big, every time you were out with his friends and he happened to be there, the way he would confidently be present, mysterious and quiet, when he wouldn’t say a single word to you, not even hi when you’d hang out with Jungkook or Joon, but would just sit near, but still far away manspreading, you felt bad for doing it the first time, when your curious eyes inevitably traveled down to his soft dick that formed a bulge in his loose pants, you only could imagine how big he’d be fully hard, you remember the embarrassment of him clearing his throat and you looking up to him smirking, making you immediately turn away embarrassed your friends in common completely unaware of the little moment, but since then you knew that he was big, and you also knew that one day you’d had the pleasure to have him stretch you out completely. Exactly like right now, skin slapping, calm bubbly water turning to waves, high, pitchy, and whiny cries of pleasure coming out of you and deep soft groans and the occasionally deep moan from him, he was hitting every spot perfectly, going so deep you could feel him in your chest.

“Fuck yoongi, fuuuuuuck!” Along the way your words became incomprehensible and started to just sound like moans and groans, you felt his hands squeeze at your hips and lightly slap at your ass from time to time, soon you were close, very fucking close, and you knew he was too, one of his hands traveled back down to your clit, his chest was pressed against your back and his cock was impossibly deep inside you, all you could feel was warmth an pleasure, the cool on the wet spots of your skin that weren’t in the water, Yoongi’s dick hitting your sweet spot like his life depended on it, one of his hands playing with your clit, the other with your nipples and boobs, his hot breath and deep noises directly in your ear, along with his demands for you to come with him, now. 

“Sarang-aauh, s-sarang-hae, y/n” You could feel his cum shotting deep inside you, he groaned and moaned in your ear while you clenched around him, he was still fuckign you through both your orgasms dragging it out. 

“I love you too, Yoongi, so much,” You said when you finally catched your breath, he was still inside you but almost limp above you. He slowly pulled out of you and sat down, he pulled you to his lap and kissed you deeply.

“Y/n, I love you” He said in between a kiss, one of his hands was on your waist the other on your face caressing. You pulled away from his kiss, he followed your lips but you stopped him by placing your hands on his face keeping him in place. 

You have him another peck, then squeezed his cheeks which formed a pout and kissed him again, “I forgot to bring towels baby,” You said and kissed him again.

“It's okay, I’ll bring them,” You got off him and he started to get out of the tub to get towels and you couldn't resist the urge to slap his cute little round butt, you watched as he flinched and his ass jiggled. 

“Hey! I could’ve fucking fallen y/n!” He said, turning around dramatically. 

“Get the towels! I'm getting cold!” He rolled his eyes (He couldn’t even roll them properly) then went to get towels, he came back with a towel wrapped around his hip. He handed me a towel as you got out, the cool air perking up your nipples, you we’re fully out of the tub and with both feet in the ground slightly shaking he wrapped the warm towel around your body and hugged you to him, he kissed your head and rocked you back and forth before walking you inside. 

You were lying in bed, dry, naked, under the covers making out, the kisses were soft and deep, you were holding the other close, you both felt like there was a warm buzz in your chests settling with the aftermath of your orgasms lulling you to sleep.

“I love you” was the last one thing you heard, you half answered back and felt a light kiss on your forehead, and finally sleep took over.

NEXT CHAPTER->->

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#min yoongi #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #yoongi fluff #suga x reader #suga #bts army #bts yoongi #bts fanfic #bts smut #bangtan #min suga #suga x you #suga bts #agust d #yoongi

[storiesforallfandoms]

well that’s awkward ~ eminem

word count: 1390

request?: yes!

“Hi! Can you do a imagine with Eminem where the reader is a Jenner and is dating her?”

description: in which she’s dating a guy who has made fun of her siblings multiple times

pairing: eminem x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

Having the Jenner name meant all eyes were on you constantly, even though you weren’t famous like your siblings. You weren’t a model like Kendall and Kylie, you weren’t an influencer like Kylie and Kim, you didn’t own your own brands or your own show like your sisters, and you weren’t involved in the shows if you could help it. But you were still followed by paparazzi ad had Kardashian/Jenner fans stopping you on the streets whenever you went out.

That’s why you had to keep your relationship a secret from everyone, even your sisters. You wanted to keep something in your life private. Even more so the fact that you were in a relationship with the man who often made your sisters the target of his jokes in his music.

Keeping this secret from your family was hard. You were close with your sisters despite your differences and family meant a lot to you, as it did with Marshall too. But, especially with their newest reality show in the process of being filmed, it was a no brainer for you to keep the relationship a secret from them.

That was the plan anyways, until your nephew sat next to you while you were visiting Kim and loudly proclaimed, “Who’s Marshall with a heart?”

All eyes turned to you as you felt your face burning with embarrassment. You quickly shoved your phone under your leg to hide it, but the damage was already done.

At least you were lucky enough that they weren’t filming on this particular day.

Kendall rushed over to you in excitement and plopped down next to you. “Oh, a heart next to the name? Does big sister have a boyfriend?”

“It’s nothing,” you lied. Not that you were very convincing.

“Seriously, (Y/N),” Kim said. “You can tell us if you are. You know we want to see you happy.”

“I know you do, and you guys don’t know how hard it’s been to keep this from you. It’s just...you guys know I’m not like you. I like to be private, even if that’s impossible because I’m a Jenner. I want this relationship to be my own, not the world’s.”

“Then it will be yours,” Kendall said. “No filming you and him, no mentions of him when we’re filming, nothing. If you want privacy, you’ll get privacy.”

“On one condition,” your mom added. “He comes over for dinner tomorrow night. With all of us. I think it’s time we meet him.”

You wanted desperately to say no, but you knew she was right. Now that the secret was out there, it was time for your family to meet Marshall. Even though you knew it was going to be incredibly awkward.

“Okay,” you said. “Deal.”

~~~~~~~

You looked over at Marshall as he pulled into your mom’s driveway. You could tell he was tense. His whole body was stiff and he was starring out the windshield at the house.

You reached over and put a hand on his leg. “Hey.”

He looked over at you. You smiled at him and he smiled back.

“It’ll be fine,” you assured him.

“They’re gonna hate me,” he said. “All the shit I’ve said about your sisters. They’re gonna throw me out the second I walk through the door.”

“Everyone makes fun of them, babe. It’s nothing new. They won’t hate you for it.”

He didn’t seem convinced. You leaned over to kiss his cheek before unbuckling your seatbelt and getting out of the car. May as well get this night done and over with.

You walked up to the door and let yourselves in. As he walked through the threshold, you could tell Marshall’s nervousness grew.

“Mom, we’re here!” you called.

Your mom appeared moments later, a wide smile on her face. When her eyes landed on Marshall, you could see her smile falter for just a moment.

“Mom, this is Marshall,” you said. You quickly approached her and lowered your voice to add, “And he’s really nervous to meet you guys so please...be nice. Or at least open minded for a while.”

She looked over your shoulder at Marshall before looking back at you, her face softening. “Of course, sweetie. If you’re happy with him that’s all that matters.”

She turned to Marshall and extended her arms to him. “It’s nice to meet you, Marshall.”

He seemed shocked by the embrace at first, but he hugged her back. “It’s nice to meet you, too, Ms. Jenner.”

When she pulled away, your mom took his arm. “Come, meet the family!”

You were glad you had managed to convince your sisters to leave their kids and partners at home. As much as you loved your nieces and nephews, there were so many of them and you didn’t want to overwhelm Marshall any more than he already was when meeting everyone for the first time.

They were all waiting in the living room when the three of you walked in. Like the day before, all eyes were on you. Your heart pounded in your chest as you watched your sisters look between you and Marshall. You were grateful when your mother did the honors of introducing everyone.

“Ladies, this is (Y/N)’s secret man, Marshall. Marshall, I’m sure you know (Y/N)’s sisters already, but this is Kim, Khloe, Kourtney, Kendall, and Kylie.” She smiled at Marshall and added, “Welcome to the chaos.”

Everyone was silent. You were starting to fear the worst reaction. Maybe it wasn’t too late to take Marshall and run. Maybe you could convince your sisters to forget this night had ever happened.

Finally, Kylie broke the tension with a laugh as she crossed the room to hug Marshall.

“Of course you’re following in the family tradition of dating a rapper,” she teased. “It’s nice to meet you, Marshall.”

After that the rest of your sisters came over to greet him warmly. You felt yourself let out a breath that you hadn’t realized you were holding. With that out of the way, you could also see a weight had been lifted off of Marshall’s shoulders. He looked over at you after your sisters had finished surrounding him and smiled. You smiled back at him before being dragged away by your mom to help set the table for dinner.

~~~~~~

A few hours later, you were finally able to pry yourselves away from your mother only after promising you’d bring Marshall around more often.

The ride home felt less tense than the ride there had been. Both of you felt relieved that the night had gone so well and that you now had that big weight off of your shoulders. There was still the issue of having to keep it hidden from the public, but that was something you were good at doing anyways. As long as there was no slip ups from the family while filming.

“I told you they wouldn’t hate you,” you said with a playful tone.

“Don’t start with the I told you so. I know you were also worried,” he said, also smiling playfully at you.

“Okay, I was a little worried. But technically I did tell you they wouldn’t hate you and whether or not I believed it doesn’t take away from the fact that I said it.”

He chuckled and shook his head at you.

He pulled into his driveway and he turned off the car, but neither of you made a move to get out. You looked over at him and he looked down at you. You leaned over to kiss him on the lips before sitting back.

“What was that for?” he asked.

“Just because I like you,” you responded. “And also as a thank you for coming tonight. I know you were really nervous about it.”

“I would’ve come over either way. I know how much your family means to you. I’m just glad they like me so that didn’t cause any issues between you and your family.”

“I’m still saying thank you.”

He smiled at you and leaned forward to kiss you again.

“Let’s go inside,” he said.

“You read my mind,” you said. “I’m ready to get in bed.”

“I hope you’re not expecting much sleep yet.”

You smirked at him before both of you got out and made your way towards his house.

#eminem #eminem imagine #eminem x reader #marshall mathers #marshall mathers imagine #marshall mathers x reader #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

[melanieph321]

Can you do a story where your boss tells you that “you are not an elite employee”?

Okay 😅

SEVEN DAYS OF REQUESTS (DAY 3)

Dusan Vlahovic x Reader - Elite Employee Part 1/2

Part 2

Enjoy!

You arrived to work a bit nervous about the day ahead. It was your first time running the showroom alone, however your boss trusted you with the task at hand, the rest was probably all in your head.

"Y/N, are you ready?" Your boss smiled upon your arrival to the Jeep car dealership were you worked. She wore her usual blue pants suit and a pink scarf around her neck. Her makeup up was a bit too much for your liking, however a lot of ladies her age did their makeup up that way.

"I'm a bit nervous." You admitted.

"Don't be." She smiled. A fake smile. "You're one of my elite employees. You'll do great out on the floor."

"Thanks boss."

"And CEO." She corrected.

"Right. Boss and CEO."

"And don't you forget it." She laughed, an artificial laugh that sounded more like a howling duck. "I'll be in my office if you need me honey."

With that being said, she left you to get a head start on your day. It was a sunny summer day in Los Angeles, and the car dealership that you worked for was located in an obscure part of the city, so there weren't a lot of buyers coming in today.

Up until lunchtime you had occupied yourself with setting up the showroom, making sure everything was neat and tidy. The cars that were currently on display were two of the newest Jeep models. However the price of the vehicles were scary to look at. Even scarier trying to sell to an interested costumer. Good thing that the usual clients to come into the shop were loaded middle aged men, looking for new toys to show off their riches.

"Excuse me, do you work here?"

However, the costumer that you had to deal with today did not fit the usual profile.

"Um...yes. Yes, I do." You put down the feather duster in your hand, straightening your skirt before rushing over to the front desk. You were not really prepared to deal with a customer so early in the day.

"Great. My name is Dusan Vlahovic. I'm supposed to test drive the Jeep Wrangler and this is where they told me to come and pick it up.

"Test drive?" You frowned at the man, who wore a black tracksuit to a billion dollar car dealership.

He looked a bit taken back by your reaction, not to mention, the way that your judging eyes fell upon his sneakers.

"May I ask who sent you?" You said, trying to maintain a professional tone despite the man's questionable attire.

"Um...Juventus."

"Who?"

The man chuckled. "Juventus. The football team?"

"Never heard of it."

You weren't the best at sports but because of your upbringing in the south you grew up watching American football, and never had you ever heard of a team called Juventus.

"It's not an American football team. It's European." He said.

"Oh." Slight heat rose to your face. "Then why didn't you say so?"

He rolled his eyes, however your attention was brought down to the front desk computer. You typed in the name under organization, knowing that it wasn't unusual for Jeep to offer joyrides to whichever athletes they were sponsoring. In this case you found out that Juventus was an Italian football team, currently on tour in the States.

"So are you renting the car out for the day, or...?"

You looked up from your computer, surprised to find the man curiously tilting his head, observing you.

"I'm just looking to take it for a spin." He shrugged, not at all ashamed having been caught checking you out. "Up and down the boulevard, you know?"

"A spin?" You frowned. "Not even rent the car out for a full day?"

"Would be a waist of gas, don't you think?"

His sly grin was unbearable. Even more so because the man was ridiculously attractive and probably well aware of it.

"We don't usually allow clients to rent out a car for less than six hours, even if it's for promotional purposes."

"Then I guess you'll have to come with me and we'll call it a test drive."

"Excuse me?"

The man chuckled. "Come on. Or would you rather be stuck in here, dusting?"

It was a matter of company policy. But why did he have to be so damn attractive?

"Fine." You sighed, pulling out the car keys from a drawer under the desk. "But I'm driving."

Part 2

#fanfiction #football imagine #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #football angst #dusan vlahovic imagine #dusan vlahovic x reader #dusan vlahovic #juventus fc #seven days of requests

[123pixieaod]

pilot!Max x backpacker!Daniel 👨‍✈️✈️💼

Part 6!

Part 1: Part 5

Ru in NL on yhe 14th???

I can be there for that weekend

If you'd like me to be :)

Max teases his teeth along the edges of his thumb nail, feeling the delicate skin catching and tearing.

Is there a tattoo conference on then?

He types, and then immediately backspaces.

I would of course like to see you again

He stares at the pixilated lettering, finger hovering between the send and backspace.

"You're not getting anything?"

He quickly locks the phone, looking up to see Lando wandering over, arms ladened with jellies of various toxicities.

"No," Max says, pocketing the phone. "Because I'm actually not a toddler and therefore don't need to structure my day with sugar breaks.

Lando rolls his eyes. "Whatever. Don't come crying to me when you suddenly get a hankering for jelly tots 35,000 feet above the nearest WHSmiths."

"Noted," Max replies dryly. "Now, can we go and find Sebastian before he sends a search team out?"

"Relax," Lando rolls his eyes again, not unlike a child whose just discovered the gesture and now can't get enough of it. "That's just Sebastian being Sebastian. We still have two hours before lift off. Oodles of time."

"I don't think that's technically-"

Max breaks off with a long enduring sigh, watching as Lando completely ignores him and dives back into the crowded stationary store.

After a beat, he follows him, trying not to notice the looks he's getting from the rest of the customers. Their eyes scan his crisp dark uniform, the brazen red striped pins adorned to his lapel.

F1 Wings.

The best there is.

"You know, the papers with free crayons and colouring pictures are in the next aisle," he says, watching Lando pick up some racing magazine, fingers flicking through the glossy pages.

"Ha ha," Lando replies, eyes bright as he rotates the paper, taking in the full spread of the newest model of a car.

Max returns to his phone, opening up Daniel's still unanswered message.

I'm not sure, he answers honestly, I'll have to check my rota

What are you doing in NL?

Hopefully seeing you ;), Daniel replies instantly.

But also there's a tattoo conference I've been invited to

I wasn't going to go to it

But I could

If you would be their

And you'd want me to be their too

It's there not their, Max types out to give himself time to think

Ahh... You're wanting I to be there ;)

Max scoffs in disbelief

You set that all up for not even a grammatically correct punchline?

What can I say, Im a man of many talents

"Holy shit," Lando exhales. Max's head whips up before he relaxes, seeing Lando is just in front of the best seller shelf.

"They're these things called books," he tells him. "Mysterious, I know, but those weird little symbols are called letters and convey meaning. "

Lando gives him a look. "I know that. I just meant I can't believe they're selling this one."

"This what -?" The question dies on Max's lips when he sees the novel Lando is holding.

His father's face stares back, expression grin. JOS VERSTAPPEN - IN HIS OWN WORDS, letters embossed on the cover.

"Put that back, " Max hisses, grabbing the hardback and roughly slamming it back on the shelf.

"Hey! I was thinking of getting it! Everyone seems to have read it, a pilot probably -"

"Oh yeah? And how would that look for everyone else here? A F1 Wings cadet buying Jos Verstappen's autobiography?!" Max demands, voice a furious hiss. He feels strangely detached from his body, as if this is a dream and it's not really him whose fists are clenched and whose glaring at Lando.

Lando pales, and then nods. "Shit yeah, you're right, I didn't even consider -"

"No. You didn't. Because you're a fucking idiot," Max continues to hiss. Lando's brows pinch together.

"Thats not fair, its -"

"You're such a fucking idiot," Max repeats, low hiss. He turns and walks away, blood still rusbing in his ears. Like staring at the sun, the afterimage of his fathers face is burnt into his retinas. Arms crossed, lips thin. The same face which told Max to try harder, to repeat the exams, to study until he cant keep his eyes open.

You're going to redeem the family name, aont you? You're going to show the world what the true meaning of being a Verstappen.

"What the fuck?" Lando calls, hurrying after him. Max pictures it, the way his expression shifts, the remorse calcifying into hardness.

A hand catches his elbow, forcing Max to stop.

"What's crawled up your arse?" Lando demands, cheeks flushed with anger.

"Maybe I'm just tired of fucking babysitting you," Max spits out.

"Maybe you need to learn some fucking manners," Lando replies in like.

Max jerks his arm free from Lando's grasp. He's fucking tired. It feels as if a knife's edge had racked along his skin, cutting away the niceties he's fought to accumulate. He's so fucking tired.

"You can be a real -"

"Afternoon."

Lando shuts up as Sebastian seemingly materialises behind them. He gives Max a genial smile despite how sharp his gaze is, darting between the two men.

"Hi," Lando mutters, angling his body away from Max.

"Afternoon," Max forces himself to reply, aware of how tensed and strained he sounds. They're standing a little away from the shop, but he's still aware of the eyes following them, the gazes taking the trio in.

"Anything the matter?" Sebastian continues in his pleasant tone. Fuck him and his fucking Yoda-like countenance.

"No," Max spits out at the same time Lando shakes his head, still looking resolutely away from him.

"Good," Sebastian says. "Will we get going then? Max, Lando?"

"Sounds good," Lando mutters as Max grunts in accord.

As they walk through the airport towards their terminal, Max walks behind the other two. Lando is ladened with sweets and is happily answering Sebastian's questions on developments in his favourite TV show, tension and anger already forgotten about. Max takes out his phone, still open on the text conversation with Daniel.

He wants to warn him. Explain he's not the sort of person Daniel wants in his life, that there's a reason he has no friends, only acquaintances.

If he was selfless, he would do it. But if he was selfless, then there wouldn't be a problem.

Yes, I'd love to see you

#angsty Max! #jos finally makes an appearance #dun dun dun #sorry this took so long #cut to daniel in some coffee shop in vietnam trying to reorganise his entire schedule to get to see max again #staying up late in order to text max at what would be a reasonable hour in europe #flicking to instagram and mindlessly scrolling as he waits for max to reply #feeling so stupid that he's fallen so hard for some guy he's only met twice #pilot au #my writing #my fic

[aseelayelia99]

Does anyone find the spectatorship of contemporary wars dystopian?

Cause I do.

What do you mean to tell me that you are about to give me a break from the bombing to tell me about the newest car model I should be using?

Do the people getting bombed get a break too?

Also, what's up with the fact that we have been marching on the streets, and calling our representative for three months and nothing?

This isn't some minority issue. It's a majority's opinion. And despite all of that, we are being told that if Project 2025 happens, it will be our fault for not voting for a genocidal maniac.

The democratic party is the first party in history to tell it's base to tailor their morals to fit the party's inaction instead of doing what it's base wants.

I swear, the longer I live on this planet, the more I believe that governments aren't their for the people. They are just businesses with the masses being their unwilling and non-consenting customers.

#spilled thoughts #spilled writing #shower thinking #free gaza #netenyahu #south africa #gaza genocide #genocidal joe #democrats #democratic party #voting #project 2025

[the-casbah-way]

PLEASE can u tell us more about sugar daddy Octavius

we were basically talking about the fact that octavius has so much money and nothing to do with it and gift giving is his main love language so he starts spoiling the shit out of jed and buying him whatever he wants like it’s nothing. more of my sugar daddy octavius thoughts include:

• octavius buying all of jed’s sisters plane tickets to come and visit

• him casually giving jed his credit card when jed wants to go out to a bar or club with his friends (plus all of jed’s friends seeing him pay for drinks with his boyfriend’s card and teasing him about accidentally snagging a sugar daddy)

• octavius buying jed a literal bmw for his birthday one time because it’s jed’s favourite car and he’s never been able to afford a car before. octavius is at the car dealership like ‘are you sure this is the newest model you have. does it have cupholders. i will put you in the ground if it is not running perfectly now take my money’. then on jed’s birthday he’s like ‘your present is in the driveway go and have fun’ like it’s the most casual thing in the world

• when jed wants something more expensive like a new guitar or a tattoo and he can technically afford it with his wages but he’s worried about spending that amount of money all in one go octavius is like. shut up and take my money

• also octavius giving jed money so he can get rid of all the clothes he has that he gets overstimulated by but couldn’t afford to replace

• if jed is having a rough week or going through one of his phases where he’s super stressed and overwhelmed octavius will pay for him to go and do anything he likes to cheer him up and usually buys him a nice dinner from somewhere fancy too

• jed is not materialistic At All and literally never asks octavius for anything but he ends up getting spoiled anyway because octavius makes up the stupidest excuses to buy him shit. jed will pick up something really random and stupid in a shop and octavius is like ‘don’t be silly you do not need that put it back. ok FINE if you insist. god. here’s my credit card’ even though jed didn’t open his mouth

#jed’s not like. poor #engineers usually get paid a decent amount #but living in london is Expensive and jed is bad with money #and he stresses a lot because he’s used to struggling to pay rent and bills etc #it’s just SO draining being so conscious about money for so long yknow. jed deserves to get spoiled #octavius has a good solid pay check and a pension and enough money to retire whenever he wants #he might as well spend a little bit on his sexy beautiful husband #they probably have a few disagreements in the beginning because jed feels bad and octavius doesn’t understand why #because octavius has never wanted for anything monetarily in his life. he doesn’t know that feeling of being a charity case #he’s like i’m giving you money. for free. because i want to. why is that bad #and jed is like chomping at the walls like can you stop being so painfully middle class for two seconds #but once octavius explains that it’s kind of his way of saying i love you #and promises to always ask jed first before he buys him anything beyond birthday presents etc jed is like…… #so be it. and everyone has a lovely time about it #down then left

[hirocimacruiser]

Strongest, fastest, newest

New Model Dengeki Impression

GT-R complete dissection

final

GT-R all data NO words

Unsinkable Legend Again

After all, the GT-R was the champion. Five years after the release of the R32, which boasted overwhelming performance, the amazing potential of the new GT-R, which has transformed into a more powerful one, is presented by Fushiki.

Etsuro thoroughly analyzed based on the data!!!

Tsukuba lap time is 1 minute 7 seconds 00

1:07:19 This was my best lap. In order to get a super lap in the R33GT-R, it is essential to have a driving image and skills accumulated from a wealth of experience. This is especially the case with the V-spec, which put all its energy into shortening the circuit lap. The pursuit of high response was attempted with the V-spec, which aimed even higher. It is an approach that cuts losses in each phase of calling, starting with braking, turn-in, turning drive, and full acceleration. Considering the restriction that the basic components are common, this is the only direct attack method. For that purpose, the Atesa E-TS Pro, Active LSD, and Hard Suspension & Expedia have been prepared. Satisfaction cannot be obtained without a high-density cornering image. The R33GT-R V-spec is in a higher dimension than Fushiki-level amateurs can reach.

_______________________________________________

R33GT-R's amazing performance, weaknesses all revealed

Zeroyon 13 seconds 01. How do you feel when you see this time? Embarrassed, Fushiki also thought so while testing. If I hadn't entered the 12-second range at the very least, I would have felt that speed... This is a scary story when you think about it. Because the course condition is completely wet where you can't expect enough traction. The R33 is 60kg heavier than the R32. Judging from the given conditions, it's definitely not a slow time. With the engine kept at 8,000 rpm, the rocket start was completed simply by connecting the clutch. Drive loss is minimal. And if you keep stepping on the throttle while paying attention to shift mistakes, you can get this time even in the rain. Do you have any complaints?

Zeroyon is 13.01 in the wet

_______________________________________________Maximum speed is 262.0km/h

262.0km/h. My hunch was right. Through Zeroyon and Zerohan measurement points. Enter the maximum speed trial as it is. Already reached over 200km/h in 4th gear when entering the first bank. Use up 8000 rpm in 4th gear in the north bank and shift up to 5th gear. I was able to confirm that when I ran through the back straight with all my strength on my right leg, it extended to about 6950 rpm in 5th gear. Considering the R32 was saturating at 6500rpm and stopping at around 250km/h, it wasn't until we got out of the car after testing that we knew this was to be expected. It can be said that aerodynamic sophistication won the game, but running on wet roads was ???. Straight line stability is quite nervous.

[ask-the-cosmic-duo]

What... is your name? What... is your quest? What... is your favorite color?

Stella was up a bit later than usual. She just had a bit of an argument with a friend. An argument she lost. No hard feelings at least, but still, she felt a little stupid...

... But then, her PDA started blowing up with notifications. Over twenty of them, in fact.

"Huh?" She pulled it out her mane (hammerspace, basically) and had a look. "Woah... That's a lotta likes! Where's this coming from?" She briefly stared at the screen. Well, she wasn't gonna complain.

Then, a question appeared among those likes, and that intrigued her. Not only a shower of love, but some genuine interest! But it was a little odd... Really, who was this? She decided to have a quick look at the blog.

"Hm... Newest post is about a weird sword..." It looked like some old sword model from a game she used to play, though. Eh, probably unrelated. Not like she can even remember what game she recognized it from, much less what the model was for or called. Oddly, Roblox came to mind first.

She went back to the question she received from them. "My name, quest, and favorite color... Hm... Wait, maybe I should get Sol here. I think he said he was gonna be training late today." She gave him a call, and a couple minutes later, the Prince arrived.

"So, new question?" Sol asked.

"Yep. Looks cool, too."

"Interesting." He had a look for himself, and nodded. "Very well. You first? This blog was your idea, after all."

"Okay." Stella cleared her throat, starting a recording. "My name is Stellar Spirit. I guess I'll save the interesting stuff for last... Favorite color is blue, like my eyes and parts of my mane. And my quest..." She paused. "I dunno. I never really thought about it. I like to explore, make friends, and help anypony I can. I wanna protect those I care about." She then smiled. "And, of course, I wanna have fun doing it!"

With a giggle, she looked over to the side, likely at some photo or other screen. "I've posted sneak peeks at some of the stuff I've been doing, like Project Cyber." She looked back to the camera. "Still ongoing, by the way, just never had the time to post about it again. Besides, I'm using an existing design for the car itself, so there's not much I can really talk about. I can definitely say it's going really well, though."

With a nod, she continued, "I really just want to see how far I can go, whether in my ability to help, my physical and magical capabilities, or the things I can build. I guess that's my quest."

The stallion beside her nodded. "Well said." The camera adjusts to look at him, as he was standing. "I am Solar Ray, Prince of Elysium. I can't choose a favorite colors, because they're all beautiful."

"It's really because of your mom's mane isn't it?" Stella teased with a small smirk.

"Shush," Sol said, lightly bapping her. "And my quest is simply to support this stubborn mare and keep her from getting in trouble."

"H-hey!" Stella whined.

"You know it's true," Sol told her, chuckling. "We agreed on it."

"Yeah, but you didn't need to tell everypony on Tumblr!"

"You don't exactly hide very much of yourself in the first place." He shook his head, taking the young mare's lack of response as a prompt to continue. "Anyways, while I am a Prince, I don't have many duties yet. That's not for another couple hundred years. Yes, I'll live that long, Primordial Elysians are immortal."

"And there's like, only five of you."

Sol nodded again. "Correct. Myself, my parents, who are the King and Queen, and the first commoners, Yin and Yang."

"And yet none of you are alicorns."

He rose an eyebrow. "Yes, you know that."

"Tumblr doesn't."

"Hm. Fair point. In that case..." He cleared his throat. "Elysians are exclusively unicorns, and we have the ability to control an element in nature, such as fire or water. Some of us have more complex elements, like that of an emotion, a material, or simply rarer natural elements." He lit his horn, and it produced a golden flame. "My element is the sun, and the power it holds. I'm the only one attuned to the sun, as it turns out. Trust me, we would've known if there was another."

"In this universe, at least," Stella clarified.

"Yes... The multiverse is vast. Other versions of me exist, as do of you, and of many other ponies." Sol shook his head. "But I'm getting sidetracked, and I've answered the question. If you have more questions for or about either of us, feel free to ask them."

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My thoughts on Lockwood & co. season 1

I've just binged the last four episodes (having seen all 8) and I have some opinions to share with the void.

This is your spoiler warning.

There will be spoilers for Season 1 of the show and at least the first two books past this point.

This would be a good time to mention I was going into this having read all 5 of the books, so some things were likely less surprising to me than to others.

The order isn't really particular and I might add more things as I think of them.

I like the expansion on Lucy's time at Jacobs. This was only described briefly in the first book and it adds some nice background to her character.

I especially like the character of Norrie, who was completely absent from the books. Not only as a childhood friend of Lucy, but also her state and the implications put on it by the plot. Knowing how it progresses after the 2nd book (which is roughly where the plot of season 1 ends), I think we will hear of her again, and I'm looking forward to her role in the future.

On the other hand, I generally prefer the book's depiction of whole Combe Carey scene/portion. I just feel like it wasn't given enough space in the series. I'm wording it this way because I don't really want to say I disliked it, I recognize the creative decision to briefen it (is that a word? idk) for the series. The succession of events is more or less all there, what mostly suffered is the depth of Fairfax's character as well as his relationship and interactions with Lockwood & co.

Saunders is a cheap fuck who should be hit with several fines and maybe a shovel for good measure.

What I disliked more was the section in Bickerstaff's house. I understand there likely wasn't time for it, but it was really downsized compared to my memories of the book passage. Firstly, Simon Wilberforce would have been a really cool ghost with his falling apart into rats. The patients were interesting with their fading in and out, but they don't hold a candle to Wilberforce's book depiction. Plus, and I might be biased as a reader, I would have enjoyed seeing more people than just Lucy scared, and also Lockwood & co's interaction with Kipps' team.

Here I'll take a moment to say I have noticed the changes some characters went through compared to the books - some clearly in the name of diversity - and frankly most of them don't bother me. I will say though that show Winkman is considerably more of a psycho than I remember book Winkman being - again, not that I disliked it, just noticed the difference.

Another thing I noticed are the cars. I am a car nerd, I always do. What I want to mention is that there weren't really any new cars - considering that the series canonically takes places in 2022 (I think). Like, the newest cars that I saw around were from the early to mid 2000s, i.e. a Mk4 Vokswagen Golf or a Rover (don't know what is the model name, visible for example in ep. 3 in the background of the gang getting picked up by Fairfax's driver Ellie). Now, this can very well be just that these were the cars that were available to the production team, as I also noticed a rotation of the same cars in different scenes (such as the gray Ford Granada with aftermarket foglights or the silver Volvo 700-series sedan, both visible in multiple scenes). BUT I can't help thinking about the in-universe implications of the Problem's interference with the car industry. The Problem must have been going on for around 5 decades when the show takes place. Over time, more demand arose for other things to be made out of iron/steel than car bodies, perhaps the demand for new cars also diminished as the way of life shifted more to staying in the safety of a home as much as possible. On the other hand - and I feel like this is the more likely explanation - if the Problem is only a thing in Britain and, as I mentioned, people there started needing cars less and less - there would just be less cars (or none at all) imported to Britain. I also think this fits in better with the actual cause of the Problem, which is revealed in book 5 or 4.

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