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killing time | a Jonerys drabble

This is for the Anon who suggested we revisit the racing beans from that one fic I wrote where they were racecar drivers and it ended up far angstier than intended 🤣 Also uses prompt from @youwerenevermine “you’re an idiot”/“yes but I’m your idiot.” Ooooh and it is smutty 🤭

"I can't believe you think this is going to work."

"It will work. Because I'm a genius."

That was a little much, Dany thought, hoisting herself onto the tool bench in the garage, swinging her feet back and forth, watching the handsome specimen of her husband bent in half in the engine of the Direwolf, his fine, tight ass wiggling in his grease-stained coveralls, which should have made him look like he was wearing a potato sack, but were pulling in all the right places. He'd tied the arms around his hips, his white t-shirt underneath stained with grease, sweat, motor oil, and if she was not mistaken-- a large swipe of chocolate from the cake their daughter had been eating before he put her to bed for her naptime.

He moved some more, shifting on his feet and she bit her lower lip, checking the clock hanging askew on the wall. They had a meeting in about two hours, and were killing time just lounging around the garage. It made her think of when they were teenagers, spending all their time in and around the garage, making messes and letting someone else clean it up.

Now they cleaned things up themselves. He also cleaned up nicely himself. He wiggled again and she wondered if he was doing this on purpose. She shifted uncomfortably on the bench, sitting on her hands instead of doing anything that might get her in trouble. He was <i>working</i>, as he liked to stress. He didn’t want distractions when he was working.

Although working wasn’t an apt enough word for what he was doing. Fucking up a perfectly good vehicle. That’s what he was doing.

Now he was adding some sort of extra filter which he claimed would give the Direwolf extra air flow, boosting its acceleration. It made no sense to her. Plus, he'd screwed with the fins on the back, which was <i>not</i> his job, that was Gendry's as their aerodynamics expert, but Jon knew better, always, he said.

Except for her.

She wrinkled her nose, when he pulled out from the engine and then spun around, dropping down onto the other side to scoot underneath the vehicle. Exasperated, she groaned. "What are you doing now?"

"Checking the fuel pump, I think it’s jacked."

"You're making shit up." He hummed underneath and kicked his feet around. After a few minutes of clanking around, she couldn't stand it any longer and climbed down, peering into the engine, disgusted at the wires he had crisscrossing everywhere. It made no sense. It was like the inside of his head. She scowled at him, when he emerged, swatting her ass lightly with the dirty rag in his hands. She rolled her eyes. "You're an idiot."

"Ah, but I'm your idiot."

Be that as it may, he was screwing up a perfectly good working engine because he couldn't just leave things alone. "That's not getting you anywhere, give me that." She swiped the wrench from him and crawled up onto the Direwolf's fender, small and spry enough to really get into the engine cavity. She made sure to wiggle her butt, in her tight jeans, just enough to tease him, while also kicking up her foot.

The mess he’d created was atrocious. She could not believe this chaos of an engine. Disgusted, she made a derisive snort. “I take it back, you aren’t an idiot.”

“Aye?”

“Aye.” She climbed out and threw one of the fuel injectors she had just removed at him, as he scowled. She tilted her face up to his, smirking. “You’re a moron.”

“Is that not the same?”

“Moron is worse to me. Idiot implies you have some sense of awareness of what you did, you just did it stupidly.”

He wagged the fuel injector at her. “This is perfectly fine!”

“It’s corroded!”

The fuel injector flew over his shoulder, after he tossed it and he grabbed her hips, hoisting her up onto the car’s side, tilting her back over the fiberglass to the roof, growling. “You’re impossible.”

She snapped her teeth on his bottom lip, groaning. “You are.”

“No you.”

“You!”

The next thing she knew they were over each other, his mouth hot on her sweaty neck, pulse racing against his tongue. She moaned for more, needy, grinding her hips up into his and scratched her nails down his shoulders, pushing them under his t-shirt sleeves to get to his bare skin.

“Jon,” she groaned, his palms under her arse to lift her higher against the car, while she furiously pulled at his coveralls. He kissed her, silencing her protests, tongue spearing into her mouth and she nipped at him, her fingers easing into his briefs to free him and thumb at his cock, fondling the thick, velvet length, hardening to steel in her hands.

He pulled away, whining impatiently. “What time is it?” he panted, flicking the tab at her jeans, leaning sideways to keep her upright against the envie with his body while he worked the denim and her lace bikinis over her hip.

Doesn’t matter, she thought, busying herself with kissing him again. She loved him, loved him so much, it was hard to wrap her mind around how they had been willing to go their separate ways for so long before coming together again.

She gasped when he pulled away and latched his mouth over her nipple through her tank’s thin cotton, the competing sensations blinding her. She lifted higher and he thrust into her hand. She was drenched, cunt pulsing, and she lined him up, sliding her cunt along his cock, the head bumping her clit. She moaned softly and knocked her head against the car hood behind her.

He pushed into her easily, filling and stretching, smothering her with his body and mouth. She canted her hips, encouraging him to move, and clutched his arms. He found her hand with his and squeezed, joining them at her thigh, which was hiked up over his hip, the coveralls slapping against their thighs, zipper clanking and her jeans awkwardly bunched near her knees, the stretch denim stretching to its limits.

They had done this more times than she could count, fucking in garages and in and on cars and gods she loved it. She moaned his name and tore her nails at his arm while squeezing his hand. He grunted into her shoulder, name a breath on his lips and then she was coming, encouraging him with her until they were shattering, her cry strangled and her name a shout on his lips.

“Jon,” she sighed, feet falling to the floor, loose and limber. She hummed into his neck, kissing his pulse.

He tilted his face down and kissed her, slowly, reverently. She smiled lazily. It was so nice and comfortable afterward. She met his gaze, loving and sleepy, gray eyes blown out to black. “You’re still an idiot,” she murmured.

Jon laughed and arched his brow, about to reply when they froze, hearing a door banging from somewhere near. “Uh…”

“Jon! Dany! Where are you? We have that sponsorship meeting today and I don’t want to go can I stay with Laena?” It was Arya, bellowing through the house.

They cursed, hurriedly righting themselves as best as they could. Dany winced, squeezing her legs together uncomfortably. “Arya? What are you doing here?”

“We have that thing!” She pushed open the door and stepped in, scowling immediately. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” they said at the same time.

Arya made a face. “Ew you both are gross. Were you fucking?” She didn’t wait and gagged. “Nevermind don’t tell me…” she trailed off distracted at the engine. She bowled, leaping for it. “Jon! What did you do!?”

At the same time, from the monitor on the table beside her, Laena began babbling, awake from her nap. Dany sighed, patting Jon’s cheek. “My idiot,” she murmured and kissed him, before skirting away to leave him to argue with Arya over what he’d done to the car.

All she knew was when it was ready to drive, it would be ready and she’d trust whatever he did. Even if it made zero sense. She winked at him when he caught her gaze across the garage and he made a face.

She laughed, skipping off to get their daughter and clean up. They had a race to go prep for.

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Name: Anna Marie Harper

Family/birth order: Youngest sister of Dani Harper

Face Claim: Sofia Carson

Age: 20

Birthday: Dec 1 Gender/pronouns: Female - she/her  

Sexuality: Heterosexual Bisexual

Ships: Chemistry Anti-Ships: No Chemistry

Hometown: Bristol, TN

Job on Tour: Personal Assistant to Lia Lopez If they are in a band which band?: N/A

Stage Name: N/A

Voiceclaim: Camila Cabello

Head Canons: Anna was born the third, and last, of the Harper children. While her father prayed for a boy every time his wife’s pregnancy test came back positive, he was rather cursed with a plethora of pink blankets. Despite not having any boys, the Harper patriarch made it a point that his girls know how to be self-reliant. He wanted to make sure they could change their own tires, knew how to protect themselves, and even knew how to fish. For Anna, that meant she was practically raised at his side in his garage, learning how to work on cars and swear like a sailor - though that was their secret and not to be shared with her mother.

Though Anna was too young to ever remember her father racing, he had at one point been a rather famous racecar driver, and she assumed that was why she took such a particular shine to motor vehicles. As a child, she was a bit of an oddball and ugly duckling so she looked for solace in the garage. School subjects were difficult but there was something that just clicked and made sense when she was under the hood. It was a puzzle she could put together, a mystery she could solve, and it helped ease her through.

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ESPYs host Danica Patrick falls flat in opening monologue

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LOS ANGELES — Danica Patrick’s monologue to open the ESPYs went over like, well, a flat tire at the Indianapolis 500.

The newly retired racecar driver was the first woman to host the annual show honouring the past year’s best athletes and moments on Wednesday night in Los Angeles.

Her first joke about Cleveland fell flat. A crack about vertically challenged Astros second baseman Jose Altuve fell, uh, short too, although he managed a slight smile in the audience.

Host Danica Patrick appears in a sketch at the ESPY Awards at Microsoft Theater on Wednesday, July 18, 2018, in Los Angeles.

Patrick soldiered on, telling the audience, “We have to mention the elephant in the room. It’s time to talk about the national anthem controversy.”

At that point, a photo of NBA All-Star Game anthem singer Fergie came on screen and Patrick said, “I don’t know what Fergie was thinking either.”

Some athletes in the crowd sat stone-faced. Others looked uncomfortable or winced.

Social media wasn’t impressed, either. A woman tweeted, “Am I the only one who thinks Danica Patrick is super awkward as host?”

Another person posted a GIF of comic Steve Carell grimacing with the caption: “These Danica Patrick jokes not hitting … at all.”

"When LeBron hosted, he made fun of me too. I'd say we're even. JR Smith would say, 'We're up by one!'" #ESPYS https://t.co/lR8IWaAMy0

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Patrick did score with a few jokes. As a photo of a grinning Alex Ovechkin holding the Stanley Cup flashed behind her, Patrick said, “I haven’t seen a Russian this pleased with Washington since two days ago.” Ovechkin’s photo was replaced with one of Russian president Vladimir Putin, drawing laughs.

Patrick proved a good sport by taking aim at herself.

“Tiger Woods is back, sort of, I guess,” she said. “Why do people keep talking about this guy when he isn’t winning? Who does he think he is? Me?”

Patrick managed just one win in Japan on the IndyCar circuit during her career.

Patrick fared better in a taped spoof of the movie “I, Tonya,” renamed “I, Danica.” She played dual roles of herself and her alcohol-swilling mother. Patrick’s real-life boyfriend, Packers quarterback Aaron Rodgers, played the same role wearing a moustache.

Also getting laughs was a bit in which Patrick was joined onstage by a young girl, part of “Dani-Kids” which Patrick explained was a program to help young kids achieve their dreams. The youngster aspired to be a host like Patrick.

As a mock-horrified Patrick stood by, the youngster cracked age-inappropriate jokes. One of them involved LeBron James buying two houses in Brentwood as a black man causing the biggest stir in that upscale neighbourhood since O.J. Simpson.

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LOS ANGELES | ESPYs host Danica Patrick falls flat in opening monologue

LOS ANGELES — Danica Patrick‘s monologue to open the ESPYs went over like, well, a flat tire at the Indianapolis 500.

The newly retired racecar driver was the first woman to host the annual show honoring the past year’s best athletes and moments on Wednesday night in Los Angeles.

Her first joke about Cleveland fell flat. A crack about vertically challenged Astros second baseman Jose Altuve fell, uh, short too, although he managed a slight smile in the audience.

Patrick soldiered on, telling the audience, “We have to mention the elephant in the room. It’s time to talk about the national anthem controversy.”

At that point, a photo of NBA All-Star Game anthem singer Fergie came on screen and Patrick said, “I don’t know what Fergie was thinking either.”

Some athletes in the crowd sat stone-faced. Others looked uncomfortable or winced.

Social media wasn’t impressed, either. A woman tweeted, “Am I the only one who thinks Danica Patrick is super awkward as host?”

Another person posted a GIF of comic Steve Carell grimacing with the caption: “These Danica Patrick jokes not hitting … at all.”

Patrick did score with a few jokes.  As a photo of a grinning Alex Ovechkin holding the Stanley Cup flashed behind her, Patrick said, “I haven’t seen a Russian this pleased with Washington since two days ago.” Ovechkin’s photo was replaced with one of Russian president Vladimir Putin, drawing laughs.

Patrick proved a good sport by taking aim at herself.

“Tiger Woods is back, sort of, I guess,” she said. “Why do people keep talking about this guy when he isn’t winning? Who does he think he is? Me?”

Patrick managed just one win in Japan on the IndyCar circuit during her career.

Patrick fared better in a taped spoof of the movie “I, Tonya,” renamed “I, Danica.” She played dual roles of herself and her alcohol-swilling mother. Patrick’s real-life boyfriend, Packers quarterback Aaron Rodgers, played the same role wearing a mustache.

Also getting laughs was a bit in which Patrick was joined onstage by a young girl, part of “Dani-Kids” which Patrick explained was a program to help young kids achieve their dreams. The youngster aspired to be a host like Patrick.

As a mock-horrified Patrick stood by, the youngster cracked age-inappropriate jokes. One of them involved LeBron James buying two houses in Brentwood as a black man causing the biggest stir in that upscale neighborhood since O.J. Simpson.

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By BETH HARRIS, AP Sports Writer, Associated Press

[magalidragon]

What’s life without a little risk? | a Jonerys modern au

This was a fun fic to write even if it was meant to be a one shot that got away from me, as so many do. 😂 I’m enjoying going back and creating mood boards and bringing back some of my favs as we still get through all the crazy in the world.

Rating: Explcit

Chapters: 4; complete

Summary: All Robb Stark wants to do is win the Formula One Westeros Championship, but when their biggest rivals knock him out of commission, he has to find someone to drive for Stark Racing...and it just so happens to be his cousin Jon's ex-wife...Daenerys Targaryen. To Jon's displeasure, Dany returns to his life, bringing up old wounds for them both, but the former sweethearts could never really stay apart (***warning*** this fic comes with a trigger warning on chapter 2 for miscarriage/stillbirth** )

Tease:

He stared at her, wanting to run to her, but he didn’t. He clenched his fists at his sides, teeth grit, as anger and rage and passion and need filled him at the sight of her. Gods, she looks exactly the same. How? “What…” he turned to Robb, glaring at him, ripping his sunglasses off. He pointed. “What is she doing here?!”

“Told you he’d have a litter,” Arya mumbled.

Robb cleared his throat, trying to keep the peace. “Jon, I believe you know our new driver…”

“Daenerys Targaryen,” he snapped.

Dany beamed at him again. “Hi Jon, it is so good to see you again.” She stepped towards him, reaching up and grabbing the front of his coveralls, yanking him towards her, and to his shock.

She kissed him.

Oh fuck, he thought, unable to function with her mouth on his again after all this time. It had been five years. He groaned, immediately opening his mouth beneath hers, forgetting where they were, her tongue sliding in immediately to tangle with his. He reached for her, but she let go of him, pushing him backwards before her hand came up. He already knew it was coming, bracing himself, but the crack of her palm over his cheek still had him reeling.

Blood burst in his mouth, likely from the ring she wore on her index finger. He chuckled, turning to spit blood out onto the ground. He laughed, grinning at her, ignoring the stunned looks from his cousins, Gendry, and someone he now realized was Tyrion Lannister hurrying towards them from the lookout, along with one of their managers Davos Seaworth and someone he thought might have been from her team.

Dany sighed hard. “Good, now that that’s out of the way.”

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11 for the formula 1 / car racers au my fav !! pls

Hello Anon! Here you go!

11. Things you said while drunk.

“We won!”

“You won, love, not we.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Dany slurred, tripping over her feet out of the Direwolf, the classic one that Ned kept locked away and only took out once a year. They’d stolen it. Well, Jon stole it. Snatched the keys right off the hook in the garage and poured her into it, zooming off into the night. They had a lot to celebrate, as she had just won her very first professional race.

Take that, to anyone who dared complain, she thought through her haze of one bottle of thirty-year Northern whiskey. She tilted the empty bottle to her lips, but there was only a drop left. She stomped her foot. “Oh darn!”

Jon spun her around. “I’m sober.” He wiggled another bottle in front of her. “Let’s change that, shall we love?”

Love, he drawled, in his raspy accent. Gods, it did things to her. She heard his voice in her ears, as she raced the track earlier, lapping the Lannisters twice. Shouting for her to take that turn or this turn, ease off, ease on, watch her speed, her steering. Sometimes he was too talkative during a race. Other times he wasn’t talkative enough. “I love you,” she murmured, waiting for him to open the bottle and take a long pull, offering her some. Seh sipped and sighed again, grabbing the lapels of his race coveralls, which he still hadn’t taken off yet. “I love you Jon Snow. I have since I was sixteen.”

He nuzzled her neck, turning her towards the Direwolf. They’d lost their virginity to each other in a version of this car, she thought idly, when he stretched her out on the hood. He’d told her loved her for the first time there. It was where she’d mourned Rhaegar with him. Where he’d told her she would be the best racecar driver in all of Westeros one day. And now she was.

One race down, a million more to go.

He worked his way through the bottle as she stared dreamily at the night sky, watching the stars sparkle and counting the faces in the moon. “We're gonna’ be here all night,” she whispered, side-eyeing him as his gray eyes glimmered in a tipsy haze. “Where’d you put the keys?”

“Somewhere in the car. Doesn’t matter. I could stay here forever.”

“A thousand years.”

He cradled the whiskey bottle to his chest with one hand, and her with the other. Fingers delving into her hair, he twisted the strands. “I’m so proud of you.”

“You’re drunk.”

“Soon enough.” He took a few more swigs and soon yes, he was as drunk as her, both of them giggling and pushing at each other, tickling and teasing, like the stupid kids they were, until he fell right off onto the ground, laughing hysterically as she tried to lean over to see how he was. He waved. “Hi Dany!”

“Hi Jon!” She waved back and pillowed her head on her arms, staring over the car hood down at him, in a messy heap below. Her eyebrows wiggled. “What are you doing?”

“Looking at you. Can’t tell what’s the moon and what's' your face.”

“Pretty words.”

He snorted. “Drunk words.”

“I like them.”

He gazed up at her another moment, pure adoration shining back. She smiled and crooked her index finger at him. “Come back up here.”

“In a minute.” He sighed and shook his head slightly, whispering. “Marry me.”

She rolled to her back, stretching like a cat. “You’re drunk Jon.”

“I’m serious. Marry me.”

“We’re too young.” She couldn’t remember how old they were, but she thought maybe she was nineteen.

He got to his feet and then fell to one knee, his arms outstretched, shouting for all to hear. “Daenerys Targaryen, marry me!”

She laughed, unable to stop. “Jon! Shut up! You’re crazy!”

“I’ve never been more sane in my life!” He stumbled upright and fell onto the hood over her, nuzzling her nose with his whispering. “I love you. I want you to marry me. Have babies with me. Race cars with me. Stay with me. For always.”

It was an appealing prospect. They already lived together. They’d never spent a day apart since she moved to the Winterfell estate with Rhaegar when she was a kid. She shared her very soul with this man. He encouraged her to race. Told her she could do it. She would be the best. He’d build her cars. He’d coach her. He’d race too. They would take the world. Together.

She nodded, her hands cradling his jaw, nails scratching his beard. “Yes Jon Snow. I’ll marry you.”

“Drive off into the sunset with me?” he breathed. He smiled over her mouth, stroking her face. “That’s the happy ending in movies, right?”

It wasn’t a movie, but it felt like one, so she nodded. “Yes,” she agreed. “We’ll race off into the sunset, happily ever after.”

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