#SHE SHONE THIS SEASON SM

[zcorners120]

Babe, i love your page and all your work, it’s true a chef kiss. Shit i don’t know if you will take my request or not but i really need naughty f1!seb x driver!reader.

Well they’re teammates. For him she’s so tempting yet so innocent and beautiful. She is basically in her early 20s (sorry i don’t know if you’re comfortable writing this, but if you're not then it’s fine). And sometimes she gets shy around him because he’s her childhood crush, she’s been a fan of him since she was young doing karting. Most of the drivers took interest in her but she only has eyes for seb, now she wants him. Spending most of their time seeing each other at work, they couldn’t resist the desire anymore. He always fantasized to get her writhing beneath him, worshiping her, corrupt that innocent mind of her, giving her the best pleasure, etc🫠 Finally, yk “that” thing happened. The rest, i give it to the expert, you. I hope you get my point. Love you sm babe💗

thank u v much! love u too <3 sorry it's taken me a while to get to this, but im here now ! :)

sebastian vettel x fem!reader MASTERLIST

synopsis; working with your childhood crush is hard. but what's harder is him secretly fantasising about you.

warnings; age gap, sexual fantasies, sexual implications, S M U T 18+, p in v, spitplay, dom!seb, sub!reader, spanking, semi-public sex, masturbation!male

Redbull, a household name. The legacy and glory it established in the early 2010's was something to behold. Sebastian Vettel, their four time world champion, insanely attractive German blonde surfer type that had gotten you into racing.

His face shone, holding up his trophy, frozen in the image that was up on the back of your door. You look up at it, knowing that one day you'll make it with him. He was the birth of your insane crush, as well as your crazy driven work ethic, as you didn't stop racing and pushing till you got to where you are today, in Formula One.

The start of the season; a fresh start for everyone, and you had something to prove with it being your debut. You represented the emerald green, walking into the paddock for the first time as a driver. The nerves were wracking, hands tightly clutching the pass.

It was your first time meeting Sebastian, as he had been busy and not available to attend previous meetings and testing sessions. You were slightly relieved, knowing you'll be awkward around your childhood crush.

"Morning Y/N!" You hear interviewers calling out, trying to grab your attention for some pre-race thoughts.

You wave meekly to them, sporting a small polite smile. You felt your hair flowing briskly behind you, small gold hoops in your ears as you spot your garage, a natural rosy blush tinging your cheeks.

"Well, hello sunshine!" Mike yelled out, grabbing every person's attention in the garage as they turn to you, smiling.

"Morning Mikey." You giggled, feeling eyes on burning on your figure.

You couldn't lie, you were pretty. Pretty beautiful, being offered multiple modelling campaigns, photoshoot opportunities, sponsorships. You took them when you could, having it as a fun little side job, but mainly focusing on racing.

You had received a few cheeky DM's from F2 and F3 drivers when you were also competing with them, but not necessarily feeling interested. Because of a certain blonde? You like to think not.

"Y/N L/N. Pleasure to have you in Aston Martin." You felt a thick German voice speak out from behind you.

You just took the bullet, nervous as you turned around. "Sebastian Vettel. Trust me the pleasure is all mine, I'm honoured to be working with a legend like yourself."

You played it cool, internally thanking yourself for not being weird.

"You okay?" You laughed nervously, seeing that when you turned to face Sebastian, he was taken aback. He looked at you, gazing into your eyes.

As soon as you turned around, it was like a cliché from a movie. The most gorgeous woman he had ever laid his eyes on had fallen into his hands, your hair gently flipping back as though you turned in slow motion. Your eyes had a certain twinkle to them, with a smile kinder than a child with some candy.

"Uhm, yeah of course." He shook his head a bit, coming out of his trance.

"Seb, Y/N, you have a panel right now, make your way to the hall for it." Mike shouted from across the garage, pointing out of the door.

"Alright, one sec! I'm just going to put my stuff away." You gave Sebastian a polite smile, walking to put your bag away.

You left him stunned, standing there smiling like an idiot. He ruffled his hand against the back of his head, walking to the panel.

The drivers sat there, chatting amongst themselves as they waited for you to come in so they could start the questions. You were only a couple minutes lately, but the drivers clearly had a thing for punctuality.

You awkwardly walked in, the drivers gaze averting straight to you. Your once loose hair had now been pulled back gently, graciously in a middle parted ponytail.

Whatever sweet and innocent thoughts Sebastian had of you, had disappeared instantly, making eye contact with you. The thought your hair tied up like that, drove him wild.

"Sorry I'm late!" You said sweetly, taking your seat as everyone giggled around you.

The panel continued, a few questions being asked about how you balance modelling and racing, how you feel about being new in the season, etc.

The interviews finally stopped, bringing it to an end. You step off the platform and start making your way to the door, before being stopped by a tap on the shoulder. You turn to be met with the familiar face of an Alpha Tauri driver.

"Y/N, isn't it? You did really well up there." His French voice spoke out, smirking at you.

"Thanks Pierre, trust me I was really nervous." You laughed, making some nice small talk with him.

What you weren't aware of was the blue eyes staring you down from a corner, clearly jealous, yet having limited interaction with you.

"Yeah, my Instagram's there." You pointed it to Pierre, saying a small goodbye as you rushed to the garage.

In the next coming months, you naturally got closer with Sebastian; now calling him Seb. A few scandals here and there about drivers liking you; but you knew who you wanted.

"Okay, now don't get all nervous like you always do. Be bold." You pointed to yourself in the mirror, hyping yourself up to make some risky moves to Seb.

You look around the office and the garage, and he was nowhere to be found. Usually when talking to Seb, he was quite the flirt, but that's his usual personality. Every time the cheeky boy made a little comment you could feel your cheeks burn up, not having the courage to match the energy.

As you were trying to find the supposed cheeky boy, he was having some cheeky time to himself. He was in his driver's room, door unlocked, some lame Netflix show blasting to avoid any of his noises to be let out.

He found himself in the same situation again; slight sweat forming on his forehead, top slightly exposing his abs, overalls bunched at his knees. Pumping his thick cock, vein adorning his length throbbing against his palm, small groans and moans slipping from his lips.

"Scheiße Y/N." He cursed, imaging your ass bouncing on his cock, the image infatuating his mind. He has these fantasies regularly, more than he'd like to admit. Corrupting you beneath him, leaving your ass with red handprints, screaming his name for anyone to hear.

He loved your innocence, how shy you got around him; even though it felt wrong to like someone so much younger than him. He was aware of his feelings, and yet he couldn't help but imagine your tight pussy clenching against his thick cock, leaving you desperate and writhing and cock drunk; Just. For. Him.

As he was pleasuring himself, you were still trying to find him. It soon clicked that he might be in his room. Storming over there, you could hear some loud sitcom deafening you, 'He must be in his room.' you thought.

You knocked loudly, rapping your knuckles against the white door, not hearing a response. You knocked again, waiting for any source of life behind the door.

"Seb, I'm coming in!" You shouted over the sound, opening the door.

Seb thought it was his imagination playing tricks, but he was severely wrong. You opened the door to see Seb fully masturbating on his sofa, opening his eyes to be met with your agape stare.

"Holy shit. I'm so sorry!" You squeezed your eyes shut, running out from the room. You slammed the door behind you, leaning against it as you tried to process what just happened.

Seb was just as shocked as you, immediately turning the show down and pulling his race suit over his.. extremely hard stick.

"Y/N, are you still there?" He bravely spoke out to the door, hearing you hum a faint 'Mhm.'

He opened the door slowly, holding his hand out for you take. Putting your small hand into his larger palm, it almost killed him seeing the size difference; the tent in his suit becoming a lot worse.

"I'm so sorry I walked in; I didn't think that you were doing.. that." You cringed at your own words, as he sat on the sofa, you joining him.

He looked down, smiling, a conniving plan clearly underway. "What would you think if I told you that I was thinking of you whilst doing.. that."

"Huh-" Your cheeks turned a deeper shade of mulberry red, embarrassment painting itself all over your face.

"Would you like that, Schatz?" His deep voice had some kind power behind it, as he looked deep into your eyes.

"You think of me that way?" You gulped gently, feeling clueless to his dirty thoughts.

"Of course, you're beautiful, and you drive me crazy." He tucked some loose hair behind your ear, your lips moving to his like a magnet.

You bit the bullet, feeling his soft lips softly kiss yours. In that moment, Seb couldn't control himself, his strong hands taking your hips, planting you on his lap. His boner was aggressively throbbing, practically begging for attention. You met his needs, slowly grinding against him.

He groaned into your lips, his hand coming down to smack your ass, as you moan loudly into the heated make out session.

"My little Schatzi likes getting her ass smacked?" He said darkly, watching you nod coyly, with a small smile.

You pulled his race suit down, pooling at his feet as his boner smacked up against your stomach, still on his lap. You wriggled out of his grip, putting on a cheeky strip show for him. Pulling your top off, sliding your skirt down; exposing your matching emerald set. You didn't let the fun stop there, turning around for him to see your ass, bending over and slowly pulling your panties off.

His jaw dropped at the sight of your shaved pussy, glistening with wetness, just for him. You turned back, seeing his once blue and bright eyes now dark and full of desire. You stand in front of him, as he pulls your hand onto the sofa, perfectly placed into missionary. He spits on his cock, you watching as he rubs into his leaking precum.

"C'mon, Seb baby put it in me already." You whined, watching as he smirked.

"Someone's a little impatient hm?" He laughed a bit, still in shock at his many restless nights coming true all in the span of a few minutes.

He slapped his cock against your entrance, pushing his tip into your tight hole, equalling in you both moaning.

"Scheiße; you're so fucking tight." He grunted, pushing his thick cock further in.

You pulled him closer towards you, kissing his full lips as a sense of comfort compared to his cock shattering your world.

"Faster." You breathily moaned out, feeling Seb's hands flip you around onto all fours swiftly.

He smacked your ass, beginning to pummel into you from behind, immediately hitting such spots you never knew existed. You bit your lip, feeling the metallic edge as you try to contain your moans.

"Such a good girl; taking me so well." He praises, gathering your hair as he pulls you up.

"Open." He commands, spitting in your mouth as you fall back down onto your hands, his pace never slowing.

"Fuck, Seb please don't stop." Pathetically begging, the sound of his hips snapping against your ass making you even wetter.

He didn't even care if people heard - in his opinion it made it all the better. He could feel your cunt pulsate around his cock, making him hit deeper.

"Please- I'm going to cum-" You could barely finish your sentence, legs shaking as you felt a tight knot explode; the biggest orgasm you've ever had.

He smacked your ass, never letting his pace weaken, letting you ride out your high.

Gasping for breath, you could feel his strokes become sloppy, you quickly pulled off his dick. Getting onto your knees straight away, you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out playfully.

"Oh verdammt, you look so pretty like that." He gasped out, letting his white cum paint your tongue and sides of your lips.

You licked his cum up straight away, lips making a smacking noise from your finger. The tiredness hit you both straight away, collapsing on top of each other, snuggling in the post-sex haze.

"And here I thought you were an innocent angel, in reality you're one kinky girl." He laughed, watching you blush and become shy again even though you just had filthy sex.

The next couple months contained a shit ton of sex in a shit ton of different places before deciding to go public, taking the media by storm.

[pettydreamz]

I just woke up from a beautiful dream, I mean towards the end it was a lil weird but still.. I had a dream of my sister.

I can’t remember it’s entirety but I was back in nz at my childhood home and there was some loud music playing in the neighbourhood, I can’t remember what it was or whether it was some sort of instrument but there was a piano left outside in our neighbourhood. And my sister was trying to find the perfect timing to join and accompany the music that was already playing, it took awhile but when she did it was amazing. All of a sudden it was autumn (our favourite season) and everything was just beautiful shades of red, orange and brown surrounding us, with beautiful rays of sunlight peaking through the leaves as it shone on her while she played. I was in absolute awe. I realised after awhile, I needed to record her, film her to remember this beautiful moment but as soon as I finally tried to do so she stopped but I filmed her mucking about and we were just being silly and having fun, we started to runaway somewhere but I can’t remember the rest.

I’m crying sm thinking about it bc I wish it was real, I miss her despite sometimes trying to forget her existence. I know I shouldn’t do that, but I gotta numb this feeling to move on. I mean ever since seeing her in the ambulance I had to bc it was so unreal and scary…

[hallyuhighlights]

Jeon Soyeon Script

ChatGPT

[Opening shot of Jeon So-yeon's image and name on screen]

[Background music starts] [Montage of Jeon's childhood photos] Jeon Soyeon was born on August 26 1998 in Seoul, South Korea. Her passion for ballet shone through as she participated in and conquered various competitions. But everything changed when she witnessed a performance by Big Bang, leading her to switch gears and embark on a challenging path in the music industry.

Undeterred by around 20 to 30 failed singing auditions, Jeon redirected her focus to rap, attracting interest from potential collaborators. Despite facing differences in musical direction, she chose to pivot again, this time towards street dancing.

[Montage of Jeon street dancing]

The turning point came when she spotted Cube Entertainment's 2014 audition poster. Taking a chance at the Incheon auditions, she secured a spot as a trainee at the prestigious company.

[Visuals of Cube Entertainment's audition poster]

Host: Fast forward to January 2016, Jeon represented Cube Entertainment on the first season of Produce 101. Although she gained popularity, ranking 20th on the final episode meant missing out on joining the project girl group, I.O.I.

[Clips from Produce 101]

Host: Not one to be discouraged, Jeon took the rap scene by storm in the third season of Unpretty Rapstar, finishing as the second runner-up. This led to three of her tracks being featured on the show's final compilation album.

[Clips from Unpretty Rapstar]

Host: On December 29, 2016, Jeon officially signed with Cube Entertainment and made her debut on November 5, 2017, with the digital singles "Jelly" and "Idle Song," both penned by her.

[Images from Jeon's debut]

Host: But the story doesn't end there. In 2018, Jeon took on a leadership role as the rapper of (G)I-dle, contributing to the success of hits like "Latata" and "Hann." She even collaborated with SM Station's X 0 for the song "Wow Thing."

[Clips from (G)I-dle's performances]

Host: The game-changer came with the virtual group K/DA, where Jeon, alongside (G)I-dle member Miyeon, collaborated with Riot Games for the hit song "Pop/Stars."

[Clips from K/DA's "Pop/Stars"]

Host: Jeon's journey continued with roles in True Damage and as a composer for CLC's "No." However, 2019 also brought a moment of reflection as she publicly apologized for using a pirated version of music software during her early days of learning songwriting.

[Clips from True Damage and CLC's "No"]

Host: Fast forward to 2021, (G)I-dle released the EP "I Burn," showcasing Jeon's prowess as a songwriter. In June, she dropped her solo EP, "Windy," with the lead single "Beam Beam," earning her first music program trophy on SBS MTV's "The Show."

[Clips from (G)I-dle's "Hwaa" and Jeon's "Beam Beam" performances]

Host: And the journey continues! On November 16, 2023, Jeon will be part of a special collaboration single titled "Nobody" with Ive's Liz and Aespa's Winter. Make sure to mark your calendars for this exciting release!

[Closing shot of Jeon's image]

Host: That's it for today's video! If you enjoyed this deep dive into Jeon So-yeon's incredible career, hit that like button, subscribe for more content, and let us know in the comments who you want us to feature next. Until then, stay tuned for more stories from the world of K-pop on Hallyu Highlights. Thanks for watching!

[Outro music plays]

[cowboyb1ues]

Omg i have another one:

Imagine now that kt is home bc of his injury, Anna banana comes to him, puts a plaster on his knee, gives it a kiss and ask if he’s better now, bc that what he does when she scratched her knee

Hope you know what I meant

Ly and thank you sm for your work! 🤍

Daffodils and band-aids

This was such a cute idea and I hope that it’s okay that I mixed it with an idea I had based on kt’s injury <3

A fic about Anna doing her part in helping Kieran with his injury.

Kieran Tierney x fem!reader (1.3k)

Her little red raincoat was still covered in the smallest of droplets as her legs swung back and forth from her place in her car seat. Her eyes were casted down on the flowers in her lap that you had let her pick out for herself, the daisies looking a bit lackluster from the horrid weather, much like your daughter.

The grey clouds had been a constant and the reoccurring splatters of rain had seemed to have left the entirety of London in a gloomy mood. With your small Anna banana being no exception.

She had insisted on going with you to the grocery store, the endless isles were always fascinating to her and she would try to convince you to get the most miscellaneous things, much like her father. You had been quick to agree, not wanting her to put more strain on Kieran than necessary after his scan yesterday.

The news of his injury had left the entire house saddened. Kieran had voiced his dissatisfaction with not being able to complete the season and potentially missing out on Scotland’s upcoming games. You had been sad at how he started to close in on himself, something that unfortunately tended to happen whenever something like this happened. And Anna had been heartbroken over not being able to see her beloved daddy do what he does best.

She had taken it upon herself to do whatever was in her tiny power to make him feel better, the three year old with her daddy’s eyes and laugh wanting to see his smile again no matter what it would take.

“Do you think he’ll like them, mummy?” She asked softly over the sound of rain pattering on the windows and the windshield.

You looked at her through the rear view mirror and felt a small smile tug at the corners of your mouth at her concerned face. Some of her hair was sticking to her forehead from the rain and her nose and cheeks had turned the shape of a ripe peach from the sudden change of weather. Her eyes, so like her father’s, shone with doubt and despair at the thought of her daddy not liking the gift she had picked out for him.

“I know he’s going to love them honey,” you reassured her as you started to pull up on your street.

She casted her eyes down again and started to fiddle with the stems of her daisies, her feet still swinging lightly back and forth.

You pulled up into the driveway and helped your daughter out of the car seat and down on the gravel before getting the shopping backs from the trunk, all while Anna was patiently waiting for you.

She reached for your hand and together you made your way over the driveway over the front door while rain was splattering over you.

She opened the front door for you and you stepped through it and thanked her softly when she closed it again after you had entered fully.

She sat down on the floor and started to tuck off her yellow rain boot when you heard a shouted greeting from somewhere in the house.

“Hello,” you called back and started to rummage through the bags to find the presents that Anna had picked out for him.

She looked up at you nervously, something she never was when it came to her dad. You crouched down and took her soft cheeks in your hands and made her look at you.

“Baby, I promise you he’s going to love what you have gotten for him okay? He always loves when you get him gifts,” you whispered and leaned in to press a chaste kiss to her slightly pouting lips before sending her on her way to search for her dad.

As she trudged away on her sock-covered feet you rose up from your position and quickly grabbed the bags and brought them to the kitchen before letting your coat hang over one of the chairs and do your own search for your little family.

“Anna banana,” Kieran sang as soon as he saw his daughter standing in the doorway, her little face not splitting in the big smile like it normally would. “What’s wrong sweetheart?” He asked and sat up on the couch slightly, ready to go over to her when he saw you appear behind her with a small knowing smile.

He smiled as he saw you lean down and whisper in her ear. She nodded softly, turned towards you and handed you something so quickly that he didn’t get to see what it was from his position on the couch and started to walk over to him.

“I got you a present daddy,” she said and smiled that little smile that reminded him so much of you.

“Did you now?” He asked in disbelief and patted the seat next to him for her to take.

She nodded but didn’t hop up on the couch like he expected. Instead she drew out a small box of band-aids from behind her back and he couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped his lips at the sweetness of your daughter.

“Mummy said your knee hurt so I got you some band-aids,” she said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. She started to fiddle with the box before finally getting it open. She took one out and expertly placed it on her dad’s knee, the green band-aid with footballs over it standing out on his pale skin.

She pressed a little kiss to the band-aid, just like the two of you did when she scraped her knees, before smiling up at him and he felt a few tears starting to form from all the love he held for the little girl.

“Thank you so much banana,” he said and reached down to bring her into his lap so he could press a series of kisses to her soft cheeks.

She started to giggle at the feeling of his stubble against her cheek and shied away from him and turned around to you who was still leaning against the doorframe.

She hurried down from her position and made her way over to you and you gave her the thing you had skillfully hid behind your back.

The tears in his eyes were now multiplying and he doubted that there was anything that could erase the smile on his face at that moment.

Anna made her way back over to the couch with a big bouquet of daffodils in her hands. She shyly handed him the bouquet, “here you go daddy.” She smiled up at him with a timid smile, anxiously waiting for his reaction.

Kieran grabbed the flowers from her hands with one hand and reached down and wrapped the other arm around her waist so he could bring her up to sit with him.

“Thank you so much banana,” he whispered against her temple as he pressed kisses to the small freckle she had buried in her hairline.

“We didn’t know your favourite flowers,” you said and broke Kieran out of his small bubble he and his daughter had created for themselves, “so we took a wild guess.”

“Do you like them daddy?” Anna asked and started to fiddle with the stems of the flowers. He recognised the look in her eyes, it was the very same he saw in your shining eyes. It was a look of love and adoration that he simply couldn’t fathom was dedicated to him. That the two most perfect girls in the world have mutually decided that he was enough for them. That he somehow was worthy of their love and time.

He would never be able to believe that he lucked out that much.

“I love them banana,” he whispered against her hair, the constant dull throb of his knee gone and forgotten like the winter cold once the summer sun rolled around. The little girl with your smile and his hair had always seemed to have that ability. To just turn everything around her into sunshine, even the coldest of winters. “I think daffodils are my favourite flower.”

And based on the laugh he heard from behind him and the gleeful smile Anna gave him, he was 100% sure that daffodils were his favourite flower.

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

So Jessa’s second season just ended and she and Fiona are now my absolute faves, that being said, could we get some Jess love?👀 I don’t have any specific request I just love her sm and want to read more of her!!

Written by: @miscellaneous-obsession

MC stood within the wave of dancing bodies, frozen in awe as the strobing lights illuminated Jessa's iridescent blue skin beyond her imagination. The woman's sheer, raw beauty never failed to take MC by surprise, but this time, she was shocked her jaw wasn't on the floor.

Catching her gaze, Jessa threw a wink her way, arms outstretched, beckoning the private investigator to dance with her. Following the arch of an eyebrow, MC relented, allowing herself to be pulled against the bartender. Hands began to wander, roaming across curves and lingering without going too far. Finally, settling on hips, as the pair moved rhythmically against each other.

MC couldn't help but let a blue flush tint her cheeks, as Jessa's chest pressed against her back. The contact was pleasant, allowing her mind to slip away from the woes of the world and her life, even if it was only for a short time. As the song changed, Jessa spun the investigator around, bringing them face-to-face once more.

Yet again, MC was speechless, Jessa shone like a galaxy, radiant and captivating all at once. "Cat got your tongue?"

Jessa's grin only widened at the sight of flushed cheeks, reminiscent of the Cheshire cat, and it became increasingly tempting for MC to wipe that smile away. The jig was up, but MC wasn't about to lie down or roll over, she was in it to win it, "Not yet, though I'm not opposed to the plan."

"Oh a challenge, I like a," however, the bartender never got to finish that smug comment, as her lips were claimed. Though neither woman would complain as their lips reconnected countless times, blissfully unaware of their surroundings. As the exchange grew increasingly passionate, tongues swiped across lips, teasing the other mercilessly. Eventually, one had the right mind to take the action elsewhere, away from prying eyes to a more secluded location.

[esther-dot]

Jonsa fic recs from 2017 -part 2

2012, 2013, 2014, 2016, 2017 (1)

the quiet balance of wolves by @sevensneakyfoxes (Words: 12,122)

“I’ve had endless men make promises to me, Jon. About safety, happiness… whether I would see his face again. I’ve never had one keep them until you.”

“Sansa.”

“Robb left me to the Lannisters, Tyrion abandoned me, Littlefinger bartered me off like a prize broodmare, Ramsay…” Sansa takes a deep breath. “Even when I was horrible to you, I knew you cared for me. Loved our family even though we often punished you for a sin that was never yours, regardless of who your parents really were. I took it for granted for so long, the depth of your forgiveness. You had no reason to protect me, but I knew riding to the Wall that you would.” Her eyes are glassy. “You’re all I have left, but that is not why I would choose you.”

Seasons of Wine by @geekprincess26 (Words: 1,399)

“Four years later, as summer faded into autumn, the Dragon Queen visited Winterfell again, and once again, Sansa drank wine at the welcoming feast. She heard the queen’s attendants whispering that the Lady of Winterfell must not be much accustomed to the wine, for her eyes shone and a flush covered her face after only one goblet, and she smiled like a fool over every word her husband the Lord Jon said. Sansa’s smile only grew, for she would never bother telling them that her eyes shone because she felt Jon interlace his fingers with hers underneath the table, and she blushed because she saw his adoring gaze from across the room when she was making her rounds to greet the queen’s courtiers, and she smiled when Jon spoke because his voice had called her out of her nightmares countless times until they began to lessen and fade.”

do you miss me the way i miss you? by @youcancalllmequeenjane (4,798)

“It’s only later, after Arya falls asleep in her crib and Jon dozes in the chair beside of her that Sansa wonders if she loves him now a little bit more.”

Take Me to Wife by @ladyjonquilinthenorth now @sansastargaryens (Words: 1,457)

“Take me to wife, Jon Snow”, she says in the godswood where he retreats to brood over a further course of actions, and kisses him shyly on the lips, the way she dreamed of doing, for so many moons. He tastes like comfort.  

And home.

A Tantalizing Glimpse by HazelG (Words: 4,926)

„Don’t“, he said again, this time a warning in his voice, as if he dared her to disappear again, or else. And Sansa gave up. She leaned her head against his shoulder, held her nose to his neck and breathed him in and this time Bran saw goosebumps all over Jon’s skin. He saw – though Sansa couldn’t with her head on his chest – the conflicting emotions dancing across his brother’s face. Delight, digust, relief, fear – and then all of that disappeared and his arms came up around her and he held her to his heart with an abandon and passion that Bran had last seen when they had first met at Castle Black.

Bran always lost track of time in his peeks of what was, what is and what could be but this time he truly didn’t know anymore how much time had passed as he watched his brother and sister embracing and holding onto each other for dear life, looking so much like his father and mother had.

Not Yours (Envy) by @amymel86 (Words: 9,328)

"He doesn't deserve you."

His words were followed by a long silent moment, charged with something brewing beneath the surface. The air became thick with it - that something exciting, unknown and equally terrifying. Jon had spoken out against his family, against his brother, against the Crown Prince, against her betrothed. He watched Sansa's eyes follow the bob of his throat as he swallowed. Feeling some rainwater slowly trickle down the back of his neck, he licked his lips and was pleased by how her own tongue seemed to mimic his actions as they stared at one another.

"Doesn't he?" She whispered, eyes still intent on Jon's mouth.

"No....Not at all."

It is the truth.

"But he is a Prince."

"He's an ass."

Sansa tried to hide her smile by casting her gaze downwards.

"So I am to be the wife of an ass?"

"You shouldn't be" Jon breathed.

"Whose wife should I be then?" Sansa asked, her gaze flitting from his eyes and back down to his mouth, making a map of his features.

Mine.

[theres-no-paradise]

Sorry not Sorry

Chapter 5

Summary: A random number wakes you up early on a Saturday morning. But it doesn’t stop there. The stranger keeps on sending messages, and you have no idea what is happening, when you start to develop feelings for the unknown person.

Pairings: Tom Holland  x Reader [submit your name: How it works]

Y/N your Name

Y/F  your friends name

Word Count:  2159

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 6 

Warnings: There will be swearing for sure, lots of sarcasm

A/N: Here we go with Part 5 of Sorry not Sorry. Its getting more personal between Reader and Tom and we are slowly working ourselves to the middle of the Story. So dont worry, there is still plenty to come haha  Thank you all, for liking, reblogging and sending me all these nice comments about this fic. It really motivates me to write more :) 

The last couple of days have been a huge pain in the ass for you. Not only did Tom barely Text you, but you also had a tough time at work. Earlier, it was Tom’s Birthday and you sent him a message, that you wished him a good time and that all his wishes may come true for him. You know, just the usual stuff you text when its someones birthday. He did thank you for that and asked for your day too, but his answers were bare and short. He seemed to be either busy or wasn’t interested anymore in texting you and since you trended to be a pessimist, you thought that he might have had enough of you in the first place.

That was until you had a breakdown once you arrived back home from an awful day at work, which made it even worse when you had a fight with Y/F and lost your Oyster Card. You chose to text Tom because there was no one else you wanted to rant about your problems right at this time.

You:  Do you sometimes have these days where you wanna throw everything away and leave the country?

You sent the message and dropped down onto your bed. It wasn’t late and the sun shone brightly through your windows this afternoon but it didn’t light up your mood. You’d be down for some dramatical rain right now, but the weather decided against it as if it tried to tell you not to worry about it. As you lay there, your mobile buzzed and you grabbed it immediately, still being on the bed.

Not Tom Hardy :(: You need a one way ticket to Cambodia?

You smiled softly at his response and typed as quickly as you could. You really needed to get out this negative energy that had been building up in yourself.

You: absolutely. I’ve been having the worst day ever and I don’t know who to talk to… except you. So, I’m sorry to bother you with my problems, but I really need to get it out

 Not Tom Hardy :(: don’t worry about it. I’m sorry you’re having a bad day. What happened?

 You: I just messed up everything today. The whole week has been terrible so far anyway but today was the cherry on top. I had an argument with a client, that kind of ended bad and I think we lost this person as a customer for future bookings. And afterwards I totally forgot to meet up with my best friend and I let her wait for me for an hour and she called me and I didn’t hear her calls because my phone was on silence and when I called her back later, she was furious and mad at me. I couldn’t even explain myself for having a bad day. And to top it off… I even lost my oyster card. Only realized that, when I left the train station today and couldn’t sign out. I hate everything

 Not Tom Hardy :(: Calm down Y/N everything will be alright.  Just because you had an argument with a customer, doesn’t mean you do a bad job at work. I bet your boss appreciates you and your hard work. Sometimes, people can be shitty and we all do mistakes, don’t forget about that. And about the fight with your friend: Apologize. Invite her over for a movie night and dinner. If she’s your friend, she’ll understand. 

And Oysters are replaceable. It’s annoying that it happened, but you can get a new one and even if you had an amount of money on it, it can still be transferred as far as I know.

Reading this immensely long reply from Tom made you feel so much better. It was like a relief, that he told you all these positive things. It didn’t solve your problems, but it made you see clearer through them. And he was right. People tend to make mistakes and it’s natural, you shouldn’t be so harsh on yourself. You re-read his message a few times, tears welling up in your eyes only because you were an emotional mess right now.

 You: Thank you, Tom. Thank you so much, you’re right. I shouldn’t have freaked out in the first place but you really helped me.

 Not Tom Hardy :(:  Don’t worry about it, as said. We all have bad days from time to time. And if you ever need to rant again, I’m here and I’ll listen. Or read. Either way is fine lol

 You: Thank you.

After the little talk with Tom the other day, you felt a lot easier. You kind of accepted the fact, that he was busier than before since he was up with something. There was a weird feeling in your gut about this guy but you shrugged it off whenever your brain decided to think about it. You got your Oyster replaced the other day and also apologized to Y/F. She was still mad when you showed up at her apartment, but couldn’t hold it for long as she saw you apologize. You explained your day to her and she understood and hugged you. “Next time just check your phone more frequently. You did that with the Tom guy too”, she scolded and you laughed it off, promising you wouldn’t miss any of her calls again. The stress at work settled down as well, especially after you had a long talk to you boss about the other day, where you just got off and stormed out the building. He wasn’t mad at you or the circumstances, he just wanted to make sure that you were alright and he’d be taking over the problem with the customer. You were so grateful for his understanding, that you nearly started crying. You kept a straight face but you could tell your eyes were watering up quickly. As you got off work early that day, you decided to stroll a little through the centre of London. You haven’t been at Leicester Square and Piccadilly Circus for a while and you kind of needed the busy and crowded place to clear your mind from the past few days. As you got off the tube, you walked up the stairs following the masses of people as they all exited the station. Once you came out of the building, you turned right and walked to the public place, where people from all over the world were hanging out. Leicester Square had many cinemas and you wondered, which of these had the most visitors. You’ve only been to the Vue once with some friends when the Maze Runner movie was out in Theaters. Other than that, you’ve only been at some premiers here, to glance at some of the actors who walked over the red carpets.

 You got yourself some Ice Cream from Haagen Dazs and kept on strolling over the Leicester Square as you finally realized all the film posters, spread out over the whole place with the same picture on it over and over. ‘Spiderman’, you read and smiled. You were happy to finally see the new movie soon, but it would only come out in a few days, so you had to be patient. Somebody didn’t seem to have that treat as your phone buzzed.

Not Tom Hardy :(: Have you seen the new Spiderman yet?

 You: No Tom. It’s not out here yet.

 Not Tom Hardy :(: Aw man you gotta tell me how you like it!

 You: Such a Fanboy

 Not Tom Hardy :(: Let me be

 You: Ill make sure I grab Tickets once its out

 Not Tom Hardy :(: Good girl!

You giggled and stuffed your phone back in your pocket, eating your Ice Cream and making your way over to Piccadilly Circus. Summer in London was amazing. But to be honest, every season was beautiful, as you could experience them all for a few weeks.

 It was dark outside as you exited the Cinema together with Y/F. The sky black with a few dots of stars shining as bright as possible over the city lights of London. “Even though he’s so young, he did an amazing job”, you heard Y/F say and smiled. While she kept on talking about the things she liked and disliked about the film, you took your phone out to send a certain person a message. He was probably waiting for it anyway.

 You: It was good

 These were the only words you typed into your device as you walked to the train station to drop off your best friend who lived in a different neighbourhood. “I still can’t believe, that Tom made you this present. It was such a nice surprise”, Y/F said, walking at a faster pace because she knew her train was about to arrive soon. “Yeah, I still can’t believe he got me two tickets for this movie. I don’t even know how to thank him”, you explained and checked your phone once again for an answer. You couldn’t believe your eyes first when you got a confirmation SMS from an Odeon Cinema, saying that the Screening for Spiderman Homecoming was successfully booked. You thought at first, that it could be a scam or some stupid advert, but then Tom messaged you, telling you to not forget to send him your opinion about the movie. Now, you just wanted to be a little mean again with the text you send him minutes ago and it seemed to work when you got the answer back after Y/N has said her goodbyes. Your friend walked through the Ticketmachine and left you, shouting a loud ‘bye’ as she took the stairs to the platform.

 Not Tom Hardy :(: Good????  Only Good??

 You: I liked it. But I’m not used to such a young actor playing Peter. I also miss Tobey though…

 Not Tom Hardy :(: He’s 21…

 You: Oh, your Age! Lol

Not Tom Hardy :(: You’re just old and bitter

 You: Excuse me? I’m not old

 Not Tom Hardy :(: I bet you have grey hair already

 You: Yeah, because you get on my nerves every day

Not Tom Hardy :(: omg

You: brb. Gotta count my grey strands of hair

Not Tom Hardy :(: I wanna see that lmao

You: Let me know when you’re in London and I’ll arrange something

Not Tom Hardy :(: That was easy. Just booked my flights

 You stopped in your movement and stared at your phone, as your mouth fell open. Was this a joke or did he really book a flight from wherever he was back to London? You didn’t believe him. He was probably joking, right? Right??

You: youre shitting me?

 Not Tom Hardy :(: Does this look like a joke?

 And then the next second suddenly a file was sent to your mobile. A Screenshot of an online booking for an upcoming flight to London. You could see his Name on it but he drew over the Last Name, so you couldn’t get his Identity. You didn’t care about that, though. You were shocked as you saw the ticket number and date and destination, as well as his name.

 You: Bloody Hell, I think I need that ticket to Cambodia now

Not Tom Hardy :(: See you next week!

 You: You ARE joking, right?

You were still hoping for this to be a gag but it seemed that Tom really meant it when he said he was coming home. A few days ago you thought, you wouldn’t mind if you’d meet him somewhere in town by accident but now as this thing seemed to become a reality, the thought of meeting him made you nervous.  

 Not Tom Hardy :(: No :)

 You: How long are you staying?

 Not Tom Hardy :(: Couple of days. Have some appointments to attend and need to spend some family time as well. Will definitely be some busy days and I might not be able to answer much

 You didn’t know if you were relieved that he was so busy or if you were lowkey jealous that he couldn’t talk to you on a regular basis. Especially now since you both shared the same piece of earth underneath you. You tried to play it cool but your heart jumped a little, once Tom answered your next text.

 You: That’s okay. I don’t want to force you to keep me entertained every day

 Not Tom Hardy :(: Oh you’re not forcing me. I’m actually enjoying it quite much

 You: You shouldn’t. You’d miss my sarcastic shit probably

 Not Tom Hardy :(: That’s true. Anyway I have to go. Ill talk to you later

 You: bye.

 With that, he was gone for the day and you arrived at your door, with a pounding heart and red ears. You felt so warm, and your chest was moving heavily in excitement. Tom was coming to London and you had to admit, even though it made you nervous and terrified, there was also a little spark of excitement.

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The start of a fresh season was always Sansa’s favorite time. She’d wrapped a successful press tour, The New Northern had been on the King’s Landing Times bestsellers for over a month now, and Weirwood was bustling with new customers. An auspicious start for a new season. 

The sun outside the soundstage shone down across the lot as Sansa took a drag off her cigarette. She’d been trying to quit for a few weeks now, at the behest of her mother. Catelyn was beginning to ask when she’d settle down and have a baby. The thing was; The restaurant, the books, and especially Sliced, those were already her babies. 

She glanced down at her phone, sliding it unlocked with her thumb. 

[SMS--] I brought you an iced coffee. I’m on the lot. Come find me before the ice melts ;)