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danysdaughter · 8 days ago

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Love Island!Bucky Headcanons

pairing | love!island!bucky x fem!reader

word count | 3.5k words

a/n | yooooo, guys, ive literally been working since tues, every night closing 11:30pm😃🔫. this life is nawttt for the weak, on my soul, this job is taking years off my life, i just wanna be my teenage girl self and this life is not letting me!!!!

this is literally the first time I'm doing headcanons and I don't think I've done it right at all, but YOLO

alsoooooo im so glad my amaya papaya chose bryan and yesterday's ep made me smile so hard. anywayyyyyy pls americans vote for my girl amaya and bryan as best couple, im begginggg

y'all it's almost 3am and I'm tired af. and I'm going to sleep, i have work tomorrow at 12

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likes comments and reblogs are much appreciated ✨✨

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First Coupling (Not Together) 💞

You walk into the villa confident and cracking jokes, immediately becoming a fan fave for your sass and no-BS attitude.

Bucky comes in a few days later as a bombshell — and everyone’s jaws drop. He’s flirty from the jump, but he picks another girl, one of the sweet ones who's all giggles and long lashes. You're unbothered (publicly), but the tension? PALPABLE.

You Get Played (Classic Villa Move)

You couple with this gym bro type who talks like he’s serious, but starts flirting with other girls behind your back.

The classic "I'm just keeping my options open" guy. When the truth comes out during a challenge or truth/dare night? You serve face, roll your eyes, and say, “I knew he was full of it, but I wanted to be wrong.”

Bucky sees it all. He’s been lowkey watching you the whole time, sending little comments like:

“That guy’s a fool, y’know. I wouldn’t’ve let you out of my sight.”

But he’s still with his OG girl, so you brush it off. Maybe he’s just being nice. (He’s not.)

The Twist Coupling 💞

It’s recoupling night. Everyone’s paired. You and another girl are the only ones left. You’re resigned to going home — standing there with your arms crossed and chin high, trying not to show you’re mad that your guy played you and Bucky’s still with the other girl.

But then.

“I’d like to couple up with this girl because she’s fiery, honest, and doesn’t take anyone’s crap. She’s been through it this week, and I think she deserves someone who actually sees her worth... So the girl I’d like to couple up with is—”

Cue dramatic pause. Camera on shocked faces.

When Bucky says your name, the villa goes SILENT. Literal gasps. Even the producers are gagged.

His original girl looks like she’s been slapped.

You blink. You squint. You’re convinced you heard wrong.

You walk over in pure shock, and when you stand next to him, instead of giving a sweet line, he hits you with:

“Don’t get excited, doll. I just flipped a coin.”

Confessional (cut to you, wild-eyed):

“Everyone’s lookin’ at me like I Jedi mind-fucked this man into saying my name. Meanwhile, if they took one look at my face they’d see I was just as gagged. You're confused? I'm fucking confused, bro. I mean, I'm standing there rehearsing my ‘fuck y’all, it’s been real’ speech and then—boom. My name. From him. What the helly?”

Post-Coupling Confrontation 👀

You pull Bucky for a chat after the coupling, already skeptical.

He’s relaxed on the beanbags like he didn’t just blow up the villa dynamics.

“I didn’t pick you to be a hero, sweetheart. I picked you ‘cause I wanted her gone. Clingy’s cute for five minutes—then it’s just loud.”

You laugh, a little surprised by the honesty, and nod.

“So what, you picked me to prove a point?” “Nah. I picked you ‘cause you’re the only one who doesn’t throw herself at me or cry when I don’t cuddle. Plus, we’d make a solid team.”

You stare at him for a moment, annoyed but impressed.

“So, we’re friends now?” “Friends who don’t get dumped from the villa. Unless you’ve secretly been in love with me this whole time.”

You flip him off.

Platonic Coupling Agreement 🤝

You both agree to couple up "strategically" — a villa alliance. You tell each other it’s platonic while secretly spending way more time together than necessary.

You lounge together, nap together (strictly no cuddling — at first), and throw sarcastic comments from the daybeds like the villa’s own Statler and Waldorf.

“She’s doing her baby voice again,” you mutter during a convo across the pool. “Should we start placing bets on who cries in the next 10 minutes?” Bucky adds.

But the chemistry? Dangerously high. And the longer you stay in this “platonic” couple… the blurrier the lines get.

Bucky in the confessional: “Nah, she’s just my emotional support chaos gremlin.” You in yours: “He’s like a sexy golden retriever who talks like he’s from the 40s and can’t stop winking. It’s actually like seriously annoying.”

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You and Bucky become the commentary couple. Always on the daybed, sunglasses on, whispering into each other’s ears like you’re the villa’s own messy podcast.

“Why is she acting like they’ve been married ten years? They’ve been coupled up for four days.” “It’s the delusion for me.” “She’s already picked out baby names and I don't even think he knows her last name.”

You have a routine: share breakfast, roll your eyes in sync, and deliver savage but accurate commentary during firepit chats. Viewers are OBSESSED.

New Bombshell Enters 🔥

Tall, charming, with perfect teeth — he immediately clocks you as the villa’s "hard to get" girl and makes a beeline. Starts flirting. You’re flattered but playfully skeptical, throwing jabs but keeping it light.

Across the villa, Bucky watches with way too much interest for a “platonic partner.” Crossed arms. Jaw ticking. He will not stop glancing over.

Later, he corners you with a smirk.

“So, Mr. Model’s your type now?” “Didn’t know I had a type.” “Yeah, apparently it’s ‘generic charm and hair gel.’”

You raise a brow, amused.

“Are you jealous?” “What? No. Just saying—he’s not as funny as he thinks he is.”

Jealous. Absolutely jealous.

He Falls First ❤️

He starts doing little things bringing you coffee the way you like it, staying up late to talk about random stuff, getting defensive whenever a new guy even talks to you. But you don’t catch it. You’re convinced he’s playing the long game — riding your partnership to the finals.

You in confessional:

“Bucky’s a good partner. Strategic. Smart. Kinda hot when he’s not being annoying. But I know his game — he’s making sure he gets to that 100k. I’m not an idiot.”

Meanwhile, Bucky’s lying awake next to you, staring at the ceiling like:

“How the hell did I fall for the one girl who thinks I’m just in this for screen time?”

Casa Amor🏖️

The girls stay in the main villa, while the boys head off to Casa Amor. Before Bucky leaves, things are… weird. Tension’s been building. He’s been acting almost like he wants to say something, but never does. And you?

You in confessional:

“He’s not mine. He’s free to explore, obviously. I’m not gonna be the girl who waits around and gets played. But also… I’m not gonna pretend I don’t care.”

And yet — when temptation arrives in the form of gym-honed muscles and cologne that smells like deception, you hold your ground. Flirty convos? Sure. But when it comes time to choose, you say:

“I’m staying single. My connection with Bucky might be confusing, but I’m not ready to throw it away yet.”

Meanwhile at Casa Amor 🔥

Bucky’s spiraling. He misses you. Constantly thinking about your jokes, the way you roll your eyes, how you always call him out. But… he also believes you don’t feel the same.

Bucky in confessional:

“She’s never shown me more than friendship. And I— I need to protect myself. I can’t come back single and get humiliated on national TV.”

So, he couples up with a new girl. Not because he wants to. But because he thinks he has to.

The Recoupling — THE Scene 💔

The villa is silent as the boys walk back in. Bucky’s holding hands with his Casa Amor girl. Cocky smile. Trying to convince himself this was the right call.

And then—he sees you.

Standing alone.

Single.

Waiting.

Not even crying — just staring at him like he’s a complete stranger.

Camera cuts to everyone’s shocked faces.

Ariana: “You’ve decided to remain single. Can you explain why?” You (calm, almost nonchalant): “Because I thought what we had was worth waiting for. (you shrug your shoulders) Guess I was wrong.”

Bucky’s face drops. He’s instantly sick. Guilt. Regret. That look of someone who just fumbled the person who was actually real.

The new girl’s smiling awkwardly. The silence is deafening.

Post-Recoupling Fallout 📽️

You’re sitting in the confessional chair, body stiff, hands clasped in your lap. Your eyes are glassy, rimmed with red — but no tears fall. You’re holding them back with everything in you.

The producers ask how you’re feeling.

You take a shaky breath, force out a laugh that sounds like it hurts, and say:

“I wanna go home. I’m actually being so for real right now. Please, someone get my suitcase. Because I don’t wanna be here anymore.”

You glance away from the camera, blinking fast. Your jaw tightens like you’re biting the inside of your cheek to keep it together.

“I stood there, alone, in front of everyone. Looking like this dumbass while he walks back holding some other chick's hand. Like I’m the fucking idiot for having feelings. Like I imagined the whole thing.”

You shake your head, voice cracking:

“And the worst part? I didn’t even expect him to come back single. I just— I thought maybe he’d show me I mattered. But I guess I’m not worth that.”

Cut to Villa 🎬

You’re sitting alone, sunglasses on at night, hoodie pulled up — doing your best to disappear on the beanbags while Bucky’s across the firepit, staring at you like he knows he ruined everything.

Bucky in confessional (head in hands):

“I thought she didn’t feel the same. I was trying to protect myself, not hurt her. But when I saw her standing there all alone… I’ve never felt more like a loser in my life.”

Confrontation Scene 💥

It’s late. Most islanders are inside. You’re sitting outside by the pool, arms crossed tight over your chest, hoodie still up, knees drawn in. Silent. Closed off.

You hear footsteps. Heavy. Familiar.

“Can we talk?”

You don’t even look at him.

“I don’t wanna talk to you.”

Pause. Tension thick in the air. He doesn’t move.

“Yeah? Well, I wanna talk to you.”

You stand up fast, like your body can’t sit through this conversation. Still not facing him.

“What, so you can make me feel even more shitty than I already do? Newsflash, Buck, you nailed that one already.”

He takes a step closer. Carefully.

“No. I’m not here to make excuses. I’m here because I need you to hear me.” “I heard you. Loud and clear. You walked back holding her hand. That said everything.”

You try to walk past him — but his hand reaches out. Not rough, not forceful. Just… steady. He catches your wrist, and when you try to pull away, he doesn’t let go. Gently, but firmly, he keeps hold.

“Please. Just let me explain.” “Why? So you can tell me it didn’t mean anything? That you ‘didn’t know how I felt’? You knew. You just didn’t care.”

You’re standing there, body tense, wrist still in his grasp. You’ve tried to push him away. He won’t budge. Not with force — just that stubborn, aching softness that says he’s still clinging to hope.

“Don’t do that. Don’t shut me out when I finally got the guts to admit I messed this up. I chose wrong. And I regret it every second I look at you.”

That’s when your voice drops to barely a whisper.

“Why didn’t you just pick me?”

His eyes meet yours — red-rimmed, tired, exposed. And when he answers, his voice cracks open.

“Because I didn’t think you’d pick me.”

The words hit the air like a slap.

Everything in your chest lurches forward and backward at the same time. You can’t tell if you’re about to scream or cry — maybe both.

“Are you serious?” “You were always laughing with other guys. Saying we were just friends. I thought… I thought I was just someone you could lean on. Not someone you’d actually want.”

Your eyes well up. You take a shaky step back, pulling your wrist from his grip — and this time, he lets you go.

“You thought I wouldn’t pick you, so you didn’t pick me. And now we’re both here. Hurt. For what, Bucky?” “For being two idiots who couldn’t say how we felt.”

You’re shaking your head now — furious, exhausted, and done holding back.

“You don’t get to stand here acting like the victim, Bucky. You chose her. You didn’t even hesitate. And I stood there — in front of everyone — like a fucking joke.”

He stays quiet. Still. Just watching you with those ocean-deep eyes, face full of regret. He doesn’t interrupt. Doesn’t flinch.

“You made me feel like I was nothing. Like everything we built meant nothing. And now what? You want to fix it? With what, exactly? A sad little speech and puppy blue eyes?”

Still no response. He just lets you speak.

“I was loyal to you. I waited. I trusted you. Even when I didn’t want to. Even when I told myself not to catch feelings for you, I still—”

Your voice breaks.

You turn away. Take a breath. Hands clenched at your sides.

And he still says nothing.

Not because he doesn’t have anything to say — but because he knows this moment isn’t about him. It’s about you.

“You didn’t even fight for me, Bucky. That’s what hurts the most.”

He finally steps forward, slow and cautious, like approaching a wounded animal.

“I know.” “That’s all you’ve got? ‘I know’?” “Yeah. Because there’s nothing I can say that makes it okay. I fucked up. I didn’t trust what we had. I thought I was protecting myself, but all I did was hurt you.”

You look at him then. Eyes still glassy. He’s not defensive. He’s not deflecting. He just stands there, open and raw, waiting for you to decide what happens next.

“You don’t owe me forgiveness. I just… I needed you to know I’m sorry. And if there’s anything I can do to make this better — I’ll do it. Even if it means walking away.”

You’re quiet now. Too quiet. Hands trembling slightly as you bring them up to your face, fingers pressing under your eyes to stop the tears from spilling over.

You don’t look at him when you speak again — your voice is soft, but it cuts sharp:

“You made me feel really fucking dumb.”

That’s the one that almost takes you out. Saying it out loud. Admitting it.

“Like I was some naïve little girl, thinking the guy I joked around with every day — the one who brought me coffee, made me laugh, looked at me like I mattered — was actually choosing me.”

You pause, breathing ragged. You wipe at your face again, but it’s useless now. A tear slips down anyway.

“I stood there thinking, ‘Don’t cry. Don’t let them see it hurt.’ But it did, Bucky. It fucking hurt.”

He’s quiet for a beat. Then:

“I know it did.” “And I hate that I’m the reason. I hate that I made you question something that was real — something I felt every damn day.”

You finally glance up, just in time to see him take a step forward.

“I didn’t think I deserved you. But I never wanted you to feel like you weren’t enough.”

He’s closer now. Slow, careful steps. Like he’s giving you a hundred chances to pull away. But you don’t.

“You were always enough. I just... didn’t think I was.”

And when he’s close enough, he pauses for half a second — eyes searching yours, hand hovering like he’s waiting for permission.

Then he pulls you in.

Arms wrap around you, steady and strong. Not desperate — grounded. Like he’s trying to hold in all the pieces he broke.

And this time… you don’t fight him.

You bury your face in his chest, fists clinging to his shirt, and finally let yourself feel it. The ache, the betrayal, the hope you tried to kill off.

“You’re such an asshole.” “I know. But I’m your asshole… if you’ll still have me.”

Night After the Recoupling 🌙

The villa’s quiet. Everyone’s in bed. Except you.

You can’t do it — sleep in that room while Bucky’s still sharing a bed with her. Even if nothing happens. Even if he’s trying to make things right. It still feels like betrayal just breathing the same air in that space.

So you grab your blanket, slip outside, and curl up in Soul Ties — the same place where you two used to whisper jokes and throw shade. The place that used to feel safe. Now it just feels cold.

You try to sleep.

You don’t.

Later That Night ✨

Bucky stirs. Looks across the room.

Your bed? Empty.

He checks the patio door and sees you — curled up alone, hood pulled over your head, blanket tight around you like armor.

He waits. Watches the others settle. Listens to the breathing shift from restless to deep sleep.

Then he slips out of bed.

Soft steps. Quiet hands as he opens the door.

He walks outside, crosses over towards Soul Ties, and pauses — just watching you.

Then, gently, carefully, he climbs in behind you. Doesn’t say anything. Just slides in slow, his chest pressing to your back, arm coming around your waist like it’s always belonged there.

You sighed softly, not even bothering to turn around.

“You shouldn’t be here.” “Don’t care.”

His voice is low, honest. No bravado, no teasing — just a quiet ache. His arm tightens just slightly around you. You don’t pull away. You don’t even breathe for a second.

Then, slowly, you turn in his arms.

Now you're facing him. Just inches apart. His eyes searching yours in the dark, moonlight casting soft shadows over his face.

“She’s still your girl. You’re still coupled.” “She’s not you.”

His hand slides up, knuckles grazing your cheek. You lean into the touch before you realize it.

“I couldn’t sleep. Not with you out here thinking I didn’t mean what I said.” “And what did you mean?”

He leans in closer — forehead almost brushing yours.

“That I’d choose you. Every time. I was just too much of a coward to do it when it counted.”

The air thickens. His gaze flicks between your eyes, then to your lips — slow and deliberate, but not assuming. Waiting. Giving you the chance to back away.

You don’t.

Instead, your fingers curl into the collar of his hoodie, anchoring yourself there. A silent yes.

He moves first — barely.

His nose brushes yours. Then his lips hover just over your mouth, not quite touching. Close enough to feel the heat, the need, the way he’s holding himself back like he’s afraid if he takes too much, he won’t be able to stop.

Then finally — finally — he closes the space.

It’s not rushed. Not rough. It’s slow, like he’s learning the shape of your mouth, like he’s memorizing you with every second. His lips part against yours in a careful pull, then press in deeper, surer, like he’s been aching for this and never let himself believe he could have it.

You respond instinctively — your hand sliding up into his hair, fingertips curling at the nape of his neck. You tilt your chin slightly, meeting him with just as much intensity.

He groans softly into your mouth — barely audible, but there. It makes your heart stutter.

The kiss turns messier for a breath, more urgent — like the both of you are falling into something you’ve been holding back for too long. But even in the tension, it never loses the softness — like you’re trying to comfort each other in the only language you both understand now.

Camera zooms in — soft lighting, silence but for the wind — the kind of moment the audience screams over.

When you finally break apart, lips swollen and foreheads pressed together, there’s no sound but the whisper of wind and the ragged way you’re both breathing.

He doesn’t let go. He just holds you tighter — like letting go now would undo all of it.

And you stay there. In that tiny, stolen piece of peace. Just you, him, and a kiss that changed everything.

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leclercsaintmleux · 2 months ago

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ᥫ᭡. gorgeous — KIMI ANTONELLI [smau]

in which… two rookie f1 drivers soft launch their relationship, and the media goes crazy about it

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yourusername sneak peek 🌸

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charles_leclerc is there something you’d like to share with us y/n?

yourusername my gelato maybe 😇

user43 charles in overprotective big brother mode hahah we love to see it 🫶🏻

user87 HELLO DID Y/N JUST SOFT LAUNCH WTF?!

user65 I just woke up and y/n suddenly has a boyfriend what 💔💔

user13 streets are saying our favorite rookie is in a relationship!

user76 liked by olliebearman, is this a sign you guys !?

user45 ofc he’s going to like her posts they’re friends it doesn’t mean they’re dating lol people need to chill tf out

alicia_torriani you’re glowing girl next time we’re getting that ice cream together 🥹

yourusername ilysm and WE MUST!! 💘

kimi.antonelli I wonder who’s the guy holding the flowers 🤔

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user60 ARE WE ALL SEEING THE SAME THING, KIMI AND Y/N

user39 she liked his comment omg

user48 tbh this seems like a very profitable pr move

user13 pr move or not you’ve got to admit they’d be an iconic couple

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kimi.antonelli good to be home + recharge the batteries 🍕💯

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mercedesamgf1 summer break 🔛🔝😎

user90 f1 media having a field day both Kimi AND y/n soft launching in the same week

user33 the second picture he’s so cute omg<3

user42 wait doesn’t y/n have the same necklace and bag as the girl in the picture?

user10 I don’t think so I’m pretty sure it’s just very similar

f1gossipnews coincidence? we think not 👀

user30 oh my shayla (my kimi and y/n ship) neither of them are single anymore 🥀🥀

user28 fr they had so much chemistry 😭

user14 lol you guys need to stop being so invested in their lives it’s weird, can’t they just be good friends?

user28 I’m sorry but have you seen the way Kimi looks at her, there is NO way they are just ‘good friends’

yourusername i’m just as shocked as you are, an actually decent outfit ?!

kimi.antonelli hey that was rude (I got advice from a professional 👌)

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f1wagnews y/n y/l/n spotted today in Italy riding a bike with mystery man!🫣 some sources say our first female driver may be on a path to becoming a wag herself! follow f1wagnews for more updates

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user63 on a path to becoming a wag herself what the helly

user64 not a mystery man… that’s just her cousin guys 😭 let her live

f1wagnews 👀👀👀 sources are saying it’s not a cousin… stay tuned 💅

user17 no because if this man distracts her and she doesn’t finish P1 again i’m throwing hands

user90 girl don’t let a man fumble your podiums pls we beg

user72 how is SHE the driver and STILL giving wag energy?? a queen tbh

user02 what if it’s her physiotherapist??? y’all jump to wag every time she breathes near a man

user12 the way she’s riding that bike… she’s in love. trust me i studied body language in 2014 on tumblr

user80 can’t believe i have to say this but SHE IS THE PRIZE actually

user20 lowkey hope it’s a local italian who doesn’t even know what a grid penalty is, she deserves peace

f1wagnews sources say its a familiar italian 😉

user35 y’all acting shocked like she hasn’t had rizz since F2 days

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yourusername plot twist ❤️

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f1wagnews WE’VE BEEN INVESTED SINCE DAY ONE. CONGRATS TO OUR FAVE SOFT LAUNCHERS 😭👏

gridhoney the driver x driver power couple we were manifesting

sillyseasoncentral BREAKING: paddock collectively loses their minds over this hard launch

olliebearman i knew it and still feel betrayed

yourusername shh you’re literally the first person we told😐

olliebearman correction: I predicted this entire relationship

kimi.antonelli mate you need to stop

arthur_leclerc do i get to be best man or do i have to fight ollie for it

yourusername we’ll see<3

arthur_leclerc RUDE

user16 if they don’t do the kiss through the helmets thing i’m boycotting

user83 never trusting a “mystery man” again. it’s always a fast Italian with dreamy eyes

rookieszneditz someone make a “friends to grid rivals to lovers” edit IMMEDIATELY

alex_albon how did i not know and i see you two like every race weekend??

yourusername lily knew🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

alex_albon WHAT? SHE DID?!

lilymunihe of course 🥰

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kimi.antonelli mi fortuna più grande

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georgerussell63 watch them get a 1-2 podium and thank each other instead of their engineers

yourusername LOL , I’m about to go tell Carmen you said this

georgerussell63 I TAKE IT BACK

teamradiochaos radio if they crash into each other: “tell her i still love her 😭”

slowpitstopz kimi posted his gf… and i’ve never felt more single

dtscripttok this better be in the next Drive to Survive with dramatic music and everything

olliebearman i told you not to soft launch in italy, didn’t i. DIDN’T I.

kimi.antonelli you told me a lot of things i ignored 😇

user63 him calling her his greatest luck 🫠🫠

arthur_leclerc you’re so lucky y/n puts up with you

kimi.antonelli I know 🙏I wonder every day how I got so lucky

yourusername ❤️

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user98 them sharing earphones is my roman empire 🥹

user32 who would’ve thought your childhood karting rival will become your girlfriend when you both race in f1, Kimi really is living the dream…

user73 there’s no way he didn’t manifest this

kimi.antonelli 🤫🤫

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loricciardo · 16 days ago

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OPEN WIDE, lando norris.

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pairing. lando norris x dentist!reader

summary. in which lando norris gets two teeth pulled and accidentally let a little (big) secret out.

tags. female reader, fluffy, slight cussing, SMAU, usage of y/n, unaddressed hate comments, dentistry??, mentions of teeth pulling, if theres any more let me know in the comments plz!

author's note. second SMAU everrrr!!!! or smau ish. i do incorporate writing as well :P sooo excited for lando and his win in austria so here you go lando girlies

request are open, not proofread, looking for beta readers!

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itshammertime Sir. Lewis Hamilton is the G.O.A.T! Don’t care what anyone says. Excited to see him in red

ln4luvr “my girlfriend” OH WE HEARD THAT LANDOOOO 👀 WHO IS SHEEEE

cringeyzach lando had TWO TEETH pulled and still placed P3?? can’t even get out of bed when i have a sore throat 💔😟😟 What the helly

sandrajohnson1968 Lando dearie you slipped up there! 😂 But well done 👏 that was a great race with a sore mouth 🥰

melaniecandy these oldheads here crying over lewis and every gen z is stalking dentists in monaco 😭

thomassmith123 I remember watching Hamilton win his first race. Now look at him. What a career. The next lad at Mercedes has huge shoes to fill

You don’t usually call after races. It’s an unspoken thing between each other. Lando has practically a thousand people to answer to and you knew how tiring it was for him to worry about you on top of everyone else that wanted a piece of him. Especially after his home race. However.. after the shit he just pulled? You decided to give him a little rile up and phoned his number.

“So… Word on the street was that you had two teeth pulled by your.. what was it? Your ‘girlfri-by-my-dentist’?” your voice was flat but nevertheless amused, and Lando groaned the second he heard your words.

“Christ, I just knew you were gonna call me,” Lando muttered, muffled through what you assumed was his sleeve. “I didn’t mean to,” he defends, dragging out his words, his voice getting louder as he spoke. “It just slipped out. I was still loopy from the anesthesia!”

“Oh? I’ll tell the FIA that a driver was impaired,”you fire back. “and that’ll slip out too.”

Lando paused and you could hear shuffling over the phone before a door quietly shutting was heard. “Well, technically, I was right. You are my dentist. You also happen to be—”

“Aye! Don’t you dare finish that sentence, Norris.” You leaned back into the couch cushions, one leg tucked under. “I’ve already had three texts from my receptionist and one from my mum. My mum, Lando.”

He laughed at that, “Did you tell her I’m flossing more now?”

You rolled your eyes, but the sound of Lando’s laugh burned somewhere warm in your chest. You’d never tell him outright, as you liked keeping some things just yours, but you adored his laugh. Especially when it got like this. Almost like he was crying from it, wheezing between words. You loved that part the most because it meant he was happy. And how could you be mad at that?

“God I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

A pause stretched between you. On the other end, you could still hear the muffled cheering from the stands, the occasional burst of static from his comms as someone called Oscar’s name in the background. It seemed like the world was still moving a thousand miles an hour on his side of the call, and yet, he took the time to answer you.

“You’re lucky you’re cute when you’re flustered,” you muttered, quieter this time.

“Don’t I know it,” he cheesed, and you could tell he was smiling from ear to ear. Lando was relieved to have let it out, honestly. It wasn’t just worry or awkwardness anymore; there was something almost… freeing about having you out there now, a part of him in front of everyone. He’d been holding onto it for too long and suddenly didn’t have to hide it anymore.

Just then, you could hear a voice called out his name faintly in the background. You assumed it was his PR agent or someone on the team, and of course that meant your time on the phone was cut short. Lando’s smile faltered for a moment, his eyes flicking toward the noise like he was caught between worlds. His body stiffened just a bit, the easy comfort of your call slipping away. “Ahh… I’ve got to go,” he sighed reluctantly.

You could hear the faint rustle of his race suit as Lando shifted to stand, probably mentally prepping to go back to the media pen.

You smile softly, already reaching for the screen to end the call. “Alright, love you. Text me when you’re done.”

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yn took care of him during and after the operation 🦷💤 hes a very dramatic patient btw

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lando didn’t even get a sticker :(

↳ yn waah wahh cry me a driver

↳ hater Oh that’s not… Why is she literally mean to him

↳ hater2 i dont like her at all thats so weird imo

mclaren A true team effort. Dentist of the Day goes to yn 🦷💪

landofan lowkey jealous she gets to hold his hand during the pain 😭😭

fan WOMEN IN STEMMMMMMM

fan where is her clinic??? asking for a friend

lewishamilton Keep smiling you two ❤️

↳ yn thank you sooo much lewis 🫶

hater Lmao why do people even care about this? Focus on the racing not his personal life 💀

hater whyyy is she even posting this? people don’t need to know everything

↳ fan Lando literally mentioned it before she did bro

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yn dunking 20 seconds on max at his home race. i fear lando is unstoppable now. anyway thank you mclaren for the opportunity!

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maxverstappen1 I’ll get him next time 😂💪 enjoy the stroopwafels while you can

↳ yn AHAHA thanks max !!!! you wish ;))

↳ hater She is so fucking mean and corny ew

lando i literally told you not to post this but thanks doc… guess ill keep trying to impress you

↳ yn YOU BETTER MY CHAMP

↳ lando champ????? 😕😕

danielricciardo 20 seconds? You sure you didn’t pull Max’s teeth too?

fan shes FUNNY and SMART?? no wonder lando’s smiling like that 24/7

f1 Drama in Zandvoort! Another iconic weekend for papaya 💥🙌🧡

hater This is giving “I’m not like other girls” 🙄

maxfan33 Imagine dating a driver and using your platform to take shots at Max. Weird asf

↳ yn ive known max for years now! its all banter i PROMISE

↳ fan NOT HER CLOCKING THE MAX ACC LMFAOO

fan Max will be fine. Yn is just being cheeky lol

Lando’s standing in front of the bathroom sink, still towel drying his hair, curls damp and messy from the shower. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of grey joggers and socks that absolutely do not match. One white, one navy with a tiny Nike logo on the ankle. He hasn’t even looked in the mirror properly, just sort of spacing out, far too exhausted from the race to do much else.

You’re sitting cross legged on the bed, perched against the headboard with one of the hotel pillows hugged loosely to your chest, scrolling through your phone. The glow of the screen lights up your face as your thumb flicks through the Instagram comments, laughter slipping out every few seconds.

“Someone just wrote, ‘you better hope and pray Max never needs a root canal’. Like I’d get my fingers all up in his mouth in the first place,” you joke, snorting quietly.

Lando glances over his shoulder, giving you a half hearted glare. “I told you people would be mad.”

“That’s the fun part,” you reply, eyes still glued to your screen. “Someone else said I insulted the entire nation of the Netherlands. The entire nation!”

He turns around, leaning against the doorframe with his towel now draped over his shoulders like a cape. “Well, yeah. You basically walked on their soil and said ‘fuck you’.”

“And technically it was you who said it with your car,” you defend, grinning. “What did you say? ‘Simply lovely’? I’m not the villain.”

He turns, arms crossed loosely across his chest, the ghost of a smile tugging at his mouth. “Babe,” Lando sighs, somewhere between fond and mildly exasperated. “You didn’t need to poke the beehive as well.”

You slide off the bed and walk over to Lando, wrapping your arms lightly around his waist. “Okay. I’ll be better. Your PR will be so proud of me.”

He narrows his eyes. “You’re lying.”

“I am,” you admit, standing on your toes.

Lando groans, dramatic and low, dropping his head onto your shoulder. His forehead rests just beneath your collarbone, his damp curls brushing against your neck, still smelling like the stupidly expensive body wash he insists on using even during race weekends.

You reach up, fingers threading gently through his hair, smoothing it back from his face without thinking. He leans into your touch like instinct, like he’s not even fully aware he’s doing it. His body relaxes a fraction. His shoulders soften, breath steady against your chest.

You tilt your head and press a kiss just below his jawline, where his skin is still warm and a little damp from the shower, where a faint stubble is beginning to come in. He smells like soap and skin and something that’s just him, familiar in a way that sneaks under your ribs.

You whisper against his head, into his ears. “Now go brush your teeth, stinky.”

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you are in love: fast times and fast nights || joe burrow x reader

description: covering the events of F1 Miami and the Met Gala

a/n: a little standalone smau fic for the series to hold you over while I work on the second part of the grammys/honors fic! p.s. there is no faceclaim for this series. i choose photos based on the aesthetic i am going for. there is a mix of photos & some writing in this one!

universe: you are in love

taglist: (ask to be added): @joeyfranchise @joeyb1989 @joeyburrrow @softburrow @burrowbarbie @yelenasbraid @lovelyburrow @majestic87 @grittysbiggestfan @definitelynotdomanique @burrowswomen @lilfreakjez @fourburrow @ladyluvduv

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📍miami, florida

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y/n_y/ln: you were drivin' the getaway car, we were flyin', but we'd never get far

comments:

joeyb_9: didn't know i owned a juice bar in miami

——— y/n_y/ln: i knew the guy behind the counter looked a little too familiar 🤨

joeyb_9: proving once again i am the best photographer

——— y/n_y/ln: i'm about to kick you off the bed 🧍‍♀️

fan393: JOE AND THE JUICE MENTIONNN. excellent choice y/n

y/bsf_21: baddie baddie shot o'clock 🥂

——— y/n_y/ln: going from playing beer pong in your parents basement at 2 am to drinking espresso martinis in miami. look at us go

fan42: this reputation aesthetic on the feed is eating SO hard

y/bsf_21: thanks @joeyb_9 for returning her to her original lover aka ME

——— joeyb_9: hate to break it to you but...

—————— y/bsf21: is this your version of a hey girly text

sabrinacarpenter: cuties 😘

joeybfanpage: joe in that last pic just barley touching her ankle because he needs to feel her 🥲 boy is GONEEEE

fan2020: patiently waiting for more album crumbs 🍽️

y/nforlife: wait…“we were flyin’, but we’d never get far”??? IS THIS A LYRIC??? new album coded.

f1: paddock royalty 🏎️🏁

fan2: can the season start already i need to see her wag fits so bad

——— fan39: we say this, but watch her pull up in his hoodie and plain black leggings

sydneysweeney: loved seeing you this weekend <3

——— y/n_y/ln: missed you so much

fan22029: this gave me a will to live thanks queen 😍😍😍😍

loverofbridges: every time y/n posts, a queen on pinterest somewhere gets her wings. QUEEN of aesthetics

tatemcrae: glowing.

——— y/n_y/ln: sports car was on loop this weekend

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joeyb_9: Traded playbooks for pit stops in custom @alomen

comments:

alomen: fast times 🏎️

y/n_y/ln: you look like you're wearing my silk pajamas

——— joeyb_9: thanks i know i look good 😁

—————— y/n_y/ln: joe i swear if you don't stop

samhubbard: i blinked and joe turned into a damn model

lahjay_10: what the helly is u wearing

NFL: fastest hands in the league meets fastest wheels off the field

bengals: cartier glasses i ain’t even peak at you

quinn_ski: you know damn well you don’t even like going fast grandpa

——— y/n_y/ln: get him for me quinn 🙂‍↕️

—————— quinn_ski: i gotchuuuuu. why have a porsche if you're not going at least 90 on the highway in it

————————— joeyb_9: unlike you two, i would prefer to live to see the day we build a civilization on mars

fan91: y/n is the luckiest woman on the planet because ?? you're telling me she wakes up to this everyday

fan8282: joe and his wristbands. a lovestory

rulethejungle5: my qb at an F1 race wearing pink silk pajamas. what a time to be alive

fan249.2: 😍😍😍😍😍

y/n_collective: i spy a reputation wristband 👀

fan4857: hot 🤤 (said respectfully because i love y/n)

fan535_: i love seeing him and y/n go at it in the comments LMFAOO

——— fan221: old married couple energy radiating off the screen every time 💘

fan8182: his hair HIS HAIR

y/nlover: i know she freaked when she realized he was growing it out again

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📍ZZ's Miami

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gridback_news: She’s back in the fast lane.

Superstar singer-songwriter Y/N Y/LN was spotted last night leaving dinner with friends at hotspot ZZ’s Club in Miami’s Design District. The Grammy winner kept it effortlessly cool in a black long-sleeve leather jacket, black top, and denim shorts, paired with her classic red bottom heeled boots & her 'J' necklace. Styled to perfection, Y/N looked relaxed but radiant as she laughed with friends and slipped into a waiting black SUV around 11:40 p.m.

👀 While out with the girls, sources confirm her boyfriend Joe Burrow wasn’t far—insiders say the NFL quarterback and music icon have been in Miami for a few days ahead of this weekend’s F1 Grand Prix, where they’re expected to attend several events together. It’s Y/N's first time at the Miami GP, and fans are already buzzing about a potential grid walk moment with the couple.

💿 As for what’s next? Whispers around the industry suggest that Y/N has a new single set to drop this Friday, marking her first official release since her double single drop the night of the Grammys. Insiders close to her team say the announcement could come as early as tomorrow morning, with a special rollout to follow.

The insider adds that a major source of her peace and confidence lately has been her relationship with Joe. “They’ve found a really strong rhythm together. He’s her safe place. He gives her space to create but never makes her feel like she’s doing it alone,” they say. “He’s been there for the highs, the low moments, the all-nighters in the studio. He knows this song by heart. It's one of his favorites,”. Y/N is reportedly “happier than ever” and “incredibly proud” of what’s coming. One source tells us, “This song is the one that changed everything. She’s telling her story exactly how she wants to,”.

Keep it here for the latest updates on the queen of cryptic captions and slow burns. 🖤🏁

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💿 now playing: call it what you want (y/n)

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y/n_y/ln: lost film: late november.

my world fell apart more than once. quietly, sometimes publicly. and for a long time, i thought i’d never feel safe in it again. this song came from the version of me who was learning how to rebuild—slowly, softly, and with someone by my side who never once asked me to be anything but myself.

“call it what you want” is about finding peace in the wreckage. it’s about the moment you realize you don’t need to prove your love to anyone. it’s not about grand gestures or fairytales—it’s about trust. about someone who builds a fire when the world goes cold. someone who walks toward you, every time. someone who sees you at your worst and doesn’t flinch.

i wrote this in the quiet. no pressure. no expectations. just a girl in love, healing. just a girl who finally let herself feel safe.

this one means more than i can say. it’s yours now 🤍

comments:

joeyb_9: you did more than one thing right. proud of you always 🤍

fan209: the first photo :(

——— fan665: the SECOND photo :( babiesssss

jackantonoff: this one gutted me. you’re magic. honored to be part of it

fan29: WHY IS A CHAIR ON FIRE LMFAOOOO

——— y/ncollective: is this the fire joe built for her im rotfl 😭

taylorswift: this is so beautiful. watching you step into this chapter has been the greatest joy. love you

fan38: THE BICEP PHOTO? look at the way she's latched on that's HER man y'all

fan22: i want whatever this is

fan000: she had bangs...and we DIDNT GET TO SEE THEM? OH WHEN I CATCH HER EX

——— fan8: and when we lock him in a cage like joe goldberg.

fan9: joe took half of these and i'm saying this with no proof but like i just know

sabrinacarpenter: this made me CRY. you’ve never sounded more like you 🥹🖤

oliviarodrigo: my baby’s fit like a daydream?? you’re insane for that line omg

y/bsf_21: ah, the grown out blonde highlights and bangs era. my favorite.

ryland_1: joe's gonna be unbearable after this. man’s floating rn 😭

quinn_ski: she really said “here’s my entire heart” and walked away. elite drop ma'am

enews: this one is already making history 💿🔥

gridback_news: starry eyes sparkin’ up my darkest night? we’re never recovering

fan383: you’ve survived so much and came out of it with a love like this. you deserve it all 🫶

tourupdatez: she said “he doesn’t own me, he knows me” and i fell to my knees in the middle of the dog food aisle

trevortherevver: 🙌

fan2020: this is the first time in history a qb has been the muse for a lyrical masterpiece. joey b you icon

fan39: “loves me like i’m brand new??? how do i recover from that???

——— fan221: we simply don't

joe&y/nupdates: she made vulnerability sound like a love letter. i’m so proud of her i’m sobbing

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gridback_news: Spotted: music’s reigning sweetheart and her superstar QB boyfriend trading touchdowns for home runs in the city that never sleeps 🗽❤️

Pop powerhouse Y/N Y/LN and NFL golden boy Joe Burrow were seen getting cozy at the Yankees vs. Reds game last night in New York City—proving that even when they’re technically behind enemy lines, their loyalty (and love) runs deep.

The couple arrived hand-in-hand, both dressed in sleek, head-to-toe black with lowkey nods to Cincinnati—Y/N sporting a worn-in Reds cap over loose waves, and Joe in a vintage Reds bomber with her initials stitched inside the collar (yes, fans zoomed in). We’re told they kept a low profile in a private box, but still managed to steal the show with their trademark blend of lowkey affection and total “main character” energy.

According to eyewitnesses, Y/N was seen leaning her head on Joe’s shoulder between innings, and at one point, the two were caught sharing a kiss behind Joe’s cap when they thought no one was looking. Spoiler alert: we were. 🧢💋

The sighting comes hot on the heels of Y/N’s emotional new single “Call It What You Want”, which dropped last week and has already been dubbed “her most vulnerable work yet.” The timing hasn’t gone unnoticed by fans, many of whom believe the song is a love letter to Joe, with lyrics that reference “building a fire to keep her warm” and wearing his initial “on a chain ‘round her neck”—which, yes, she was also wearing at the game. The 'J' necklace remains undefeated.

And if you think this is the peak of their Big Apple love tour, think again. Word on the street is that the couple is gearing up for their first joint Met Gala appearance this Monday. With Joe making his Met debut and Y/N returning after a two-year hiatus, insiders say the pair have been working closely with major fashion houses for looks that are tailored to them, while also telling a story only they can read 👀✨

Until then, we’ll be over here watching the game footage like it’s a rom-com.

#YN #JoeBurrow #MetGalaRumors #NYCspottings #Reds #Yankees

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📍the mark hotel, new york city

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versace: Power, polish, and pure Versace.

Y/N wears a custom silk corset gown from the Atelier, structured elegance with signature edge. Paired with opera-length leather gloves, a statement necklace, and the kind of attitude only a true muse can carry.

#VersaceWoman #VersaceAtelier #VersaceAtTheMet

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[VOGUE ON THE MET STEPS — TRANSCRIPT]

Interviewer: Emma Chamberlain

Guests: Y/N Y/LN and Joe Burrow

EMMA: [smiling wide] Ohhh my god, you look insane. Stop. I’m obsessed. Welcome back to the Met, Y/N!

Y/N: [laughs, smoothing her gown] Thank you, Emma! It’s so surreal to be back. I’m kind of trying not to fall on these stairs right now because I forgot how many there were and overestimated the comfort of these heels, but otherwise—I’m great.

EMMA: Totally relate with you, my feet are legit killing me right now [laughs, watches Joe come up the steps] Oh, but at least you have a knight in shining armor to carry you up the stairs! Look who you brought with you! Mr. Joe Burrow himself—welcome to your first Met Gala!

JOE: [grinning, pressing a quick kiss to Y/N's cheek] Thanks, Emma. I’ve been hearing about this for a long while. It’s definitely living up to the hype for sure.

EMMA: You two are matching on the lowest of keys I see. I don’t want to freak out but, Y/N, your eyeshadow and center stone of your necklace are literally the exact color of his suit. Who planned that?

Y/N: [laughs, shooting a look at Joe] It may or may not have been my idea. I told him, “If I’m putting myself through fittings and five-hour glam, you’re coordinating with me in some way,”.

JOE: [nods solemnly] She told me I didn’t have a choice.

Y/N: [teasing] And yet you loved it. He saw the final look and was like, “Wait…I look good,”.

JOE: [shrugs] I mean—she’s not wrong.

EMMA: I love it. Your looks feel very intentional. There’s a softness, but there’s edge, too—what’s the vibe?

Y/N: We wanted something simple and classic, but also uniquely us. It’s all storytelling, but nobody really knows the tale yet. I’ve been kinda calling it the "calm after the storm,".

EMMA: Ooh, I like that. That feels…metaphorical. Is this look...Reputation coded?

Y/N: [smiles coyly] Maybe. You’ll have to wait and see.

EMMA: Speaking of Reputation—Call It What You Want dropped Friday. The internet exploded, like seriously. People are saying it’s your softest and most honest song yet. How does it feel having it out in the world?

Y/N: I’m honestly overwhelmed—in the best way. This era is different. It’s not about spectacle, it’s about what’s real. I wrote this whole project during a time when I was trying to figure out who I am without all the noise. The love, the stillness, the safety I’ve found…I think people are starting to feel that.

EMMA: [glancing at Joe] I feel like I’m looking at part of the inspiration.

Y/N: [glances at Joe too, eyes soft] Yeah. He’s a big part of it. This one song in particular—it’s the heartbeat of the album. It wouldn’t exist without him.

JOE: [clears throat, trying not to smile too hard] I’m just happy to be here.

EMMA: He’s so chill but the entire internet is screaming every time you two breathe in the same vicinity. Do you read the comments?

Y/N: [laughs] Sometimes. I saw someone call us “the most unproblematic it couple” and I was like…wow. That’s the dream.

EMMA: Well, you two look incredible. Have the best night inside, and please give us more music breadcrumbs soon. The people are starving.

Y/N: [grinning] They won’t have to wait long. Let’s just say…I have a few more tricks up my sleeve!

JOE: [smirking] She never stops.

EMMA: And we love her for it!

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y/n_y/ln: i once believed love would be black & white 🖤🤍 thank you for an unforgettable night @metmuseum

comments:

joeyb_9: that’s my girl.

——— y/n_y/ln: always yours 🖤

joeybnation: joe really showed up in the comments like "yeah i know she’s THAT girl"

y/ncollective: i need this look in motion. in 4k. in my dreams.

fan9_92: the queen of the met gala is BACK bitches ANDDDDD she brought her king

huntershafer: we’re not calling this a look anymore. it’s a moment.

y/nlover: HOT. HOTTT 💘

luxurylaw: it’s the drama. the silhouette. the restraint. flawless styling.

taylorswift: the lyric…the look…the power.

——— y/n_y/ln: love you forever 🤍

fan473: OH MY GOD?????? HELLO

donatella_versace: bellissima! my muse forever. you wore it like it was made just for you, because it was. 🤍

fan202: is that caption...more lyrics. Y/N. honey.

fan221: watching the stream and seeing joe lead her up the steps and making sure she doesn't trip is so 🥲

sabrinacarpenter: you ATE this up and left nothing but corset bones y/n_y/ln: and leather gloves xx

y/bsf_21: never letting you live this down btw. i need a warning next time you serve like that.

vogue: a vision in structured silk 👑 met gala royalty.

teehiggins: 🔥👑

lahjay10_: nah this is the move idc idc. lookin' fly yet again 🔥

——— y/n_y/ln: this is why you're my favorite ❤️

—————— teehiggins: yo? i was gone for 2 seconds and you forgot 'bout me?

jjetas2: she said 90s supermodel villain and she meant it

——— y/n_y/ln: the brief was “make them regret breaking up with you in 2017”

theestallion: bitch. i had to zoom in 3x just to process all that glamour.

versace: Pure goddess. The Atelier lives for moments like this.

——— y/n_y/ln: honored to be part of the house 🤍🖤

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📍met museum

💿 now playing: met gala (gunna)

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joeyb_9: Met Gala 2025

comments:

y/n_y/ln: great caption joe🧍🏻‍♀️

——— joeyb_9: you were showering okay i was on my own for this one

quinn_ski: bro you look like you just closed a million-dollar deal and walked straight onto the carpet

——— joeyb_9: had to match her energy

y/n_y/ln: 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 you look goooooodddd

y/ncollective: HAIR? CHAIN? oh I KNOW she is losing her mind right now. well done joseph

samhubbard: tell me you’re in love without telling me you’re in love 😭

——— fan383: nah cause the way he was looking at her the whole time 😭😭😭

fan721: my qb at the met? are pigs flying? did aaron rodgers retire yet?

y/bsf_21: i was NOT ready for met gala boyfriend reveal oh my goddd

fan2383: that soft smile in the first pic? yeah. y/n's goner.

killatrav: 🔥

gucci: 💙

jjetas2: clean as hell sheist. except for them damn shoes

——— lahjay_10: boy you had one job. you was supposed to yank em off his feet

max_w11: joey franchise in gucci??? give the people what they want!!

teehiggins clean. boy is CLEAN.

vogue: a quarterback in custom gucci. a moment.

bengals4ever: this man is in his soft era and i’m here for it. he never would've went to the met if it wasn't for her

joe&y/nupdates: y/n liking this in 0.2 seconds is killing me 😭

rulethejungle5: another new side quest

burrowsource: she was whispering in his ear half the night. he’s GONE.

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📍casa cipriani, new york city

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gridback_news: Joe Burrow and Y/N seen leaving the Cartier Jewelry afterparty at Casa Cipriani in NYC last night, and let’s just say, love was louder than the flashbulbs ⚡️

Y/N turned heads in a cream-toned two-piece embroidered with delicate florals, cinched at the waist, and showing just enough skin with a subtle side cutout. She paired the look with a vintage baby blue clutch (some fans ID’d it as archival Prada), her go-to strappy white heels, and soft curls pinned into a low, romantic twist. A Custom Cartier bracelet shimmered on her wrist—rumor has it, a recent gift from Joe.

Joe kept it clean and classic in all-black. A relaxed short-sleeve button-down, tailored slacks, and loafers (a nice change for him)—topping the look with a vintage gold Rolex and subtle chain. And of course, his real accessory? The way he never let go of her hand.

According to one insider, the pair arrived fashionably late (no word as to why 😉), entering through a private side entrance and heading straight to a tucked-away lounge space where they sipped martinis and people-watched from a velvet sofa. “They were whispering, laughing, completely in their own little world,” a source told Gridback. “She adjusted his chain at one point, and he leaned in to kiss her shoulder. It was so soft and natural, not performative at all, even though everyone had their eyes on them. Those two, they were only looking at each other.”

Another partygoer caught them slow-dancing to a surprise jazz set in the back bar room, Joe’s hands resting low on her hips as she tilted her head back and laughed like a little kid at something he whispered in her ear. One blurry but beloved fan-taken clip already has over 1M views with the caption, “This is what love looks like.”

Sources inside also say the night was nothing short of a lovefest for these two. Think sweet kisses in shadowy corners, lingering touches under the dim lights, and whispered words that no bass drop could drown out. Unfazed by the flashbulbs and chaos around them, the lovebirds stayed locked in their own world 💘

🕊️✨ Couple goals, but make it Cartier-certified.

#YN #JoeBurrow #MetGalaAP #NYCspottings #Cartier

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y/n_y/ln: holding onto the memories so they can hold onto me 🎞️

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joeyb_9: holding onto you very tightly

——— y/n_y/ln: oh but I thought you had small hands 🤨

—————— joeyb_9: ...you and me both know that's not true

————————— y/bsf_21: am i interrupting something 🧍🏼‍♀️

————————— y/n_y/ln: joseph lee burrow.

y/bsf_21: you’re so unserious for dropping this and not warning me. you were in your main character with a disposable camera era and i support it fully 🎞️📸

tatemcrae: what camera is this because i NEED

——— y/n_y/ln: olympus om-d e-m10 series <3

jackantonoff: film hits different when it’s curated by a lovesick poet. i said what i said.

sabrinacarpenter: the first pic sent me into cardiac arrest. your grip on the aesthetic girlies is UNREAL.

jenfinch_12: 🤍🤍🤍

lahjay_10: thx for giving me more ammo to tease joe with

——— y/n_y/ln: this is my actual job

oliviarodrigo: love love love this

ryland_1: come to athens soonnnn

——— y/n_y/ln: duhhh. who else is gonna help you & quinn win beer pong against joe, trevor, & max

bengals: 🧡

y/bsf2: the way you’re glowing. like you know he’s obsessed with you or something 😌

——— joeyb_9 because i am obsessed with her

—————— y/bsf_21 : god joe you're such a simp 😪

————————— y/bsf2 : and we love him for it

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desperate to know how sub!mark s would react to reader breaking a uniform policy to get his attention and how badly he’d stumble over his words trying to reprimand reader and maybe it gets a little spicy?

Thank you so much for this ask because this actually turned into a very nice warm up for what I’m trying to write for him and has, I think, got me out of a bout of writers block!

I’ve put reader (gn) in Helly’s shoes for this imagine, it just worked best for this scenario as I was writing it. I intended this to be a few headcanons but ended up with a bit of dialogue and a little story unfolding into approx. 1k words, so it’s basic and my first time writing for him, but hopefully reads ok! I kept wanting to add in bits about Petey x Mark and things they might have got up to in the past because I’m shipping them like crazy, but I refrained this time. If anyone wants that in though… lmk 👀

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Emerging from the bathroom with as new a look as you could manage with what your outie dressed you in, you turn the heads of everyone in your department – all three of them. Mark S however, is the only one who’s heart skips.

Despite already feeling a pull toward you, Mark S has never before experienced the thrilling sensation of seeing someone he finds attractive looking completely different in a new style, and the way it somehow makes them ten times hotter.

When Irv and Dylan turn to glare at Mark, waiting for him to take action, he knows he has to talk to you. It’s a breach, and he needs to know why you’re doing it and restore your outie’s clothes to their former state before you leave for the day. It’s his duty to take good care of you after all, and he wouldn’t want to see you get into any trouble for this. He needs to be the one to do it, rather than leave you to be picked up by Mr Graner should this cause any kind of stir.

He’s unable to look you in the eyes when he stutters out his request for you to accompany him. How will he make it down all those hallways to a spare room with you looking so sexy, alone together the whole time?

When he stands, a few papers drop from the binder he shakily pulled out (the one with the scripts to follow – hopefully there’ll be one about uniform policy), and he fumbles awkwardly at your feet as he tries to pick them up.

Irv and Dylan peer around the desk dividers. Dylan is in awe because he knows how into Mark you are even though you’ve tried to keep it hidden. Irv rolls his eyes, suspecting that Mark won’t be equipped to handle this, not with you enticing him anyway. Irv also suspects this was designed to tempt Mark, but he’ll bite his tongue. For now.

Mark keeps his eyes forward and strides ahead while you wish he would slow down just a little. Opening the door to the nearest office he finds, he squeezes his eyes shut as you pass through into the room, trying to remind himself that he’s a professional macrodata refiner and he can do this. Petey would have been able to do this. Petey would also have ribbed him for weeks if he knew he was so turned on by you simply showing up with a new look, but Petey isn’t here and no one needs to know.

Perching awkwardly at the edge of the nearest desk in the uncomfortably sparse room, Mark suddenly can’t remember how to sit. Or stand. Or what he usually does with his arms. This is new, too. Is he unwell? He clutches the binder close and smiles at you; a smile Irv might describe as ‘goo-goo eyed.’

‘What is it, Mark?’ you ask, and he lets out a breath, waiting for the tug of war in his mind to decide whether he’s looking through the binder or just going to come out with the truth.

You step closer and he flinches, feeling his trousers tighten. Oh no, not now, not here- and with that, the binder is strategically placed over his crotch.

‘Am I breaking the rules?’ you ask, close enough now for your knees to touch his. You see his pupils, even within those deliciously dark eyes, dilate.

‘Y-you’re not supposed to- you can’t- your outie-’ he tried. And tried again. But with you so close he could feel the warmth of your breath on his cheek, it was harder by the second. He was growing harder by the second, too.

‘I promise, I’ll tidy myself back up before I leave today, make my outie proud. Is that what you needed to hear? Or did you need to follow procedure and do this by the book?’ You tug at the binder, the only barrier between you and him, and his breath hitches. You reach up to run your fingers through his thick dark hair and he drops it, papers scattering from within. His cheeks flush.

‘I don’t mind if you do, I just really wanted to see you like this. All out of breath and-’ you place a palm against his thigh - ‘is this ok?’ He nods so desperately you have to stifle a chuckle. ‘Out of breath and whimpering-’

‘I’m not whimper-ah!-’ he whines. He doesn’t want you to stop, wants you to keep touching him exactly like this but… maybe a little faster? Or harder? Maybe without the layer of fabric between him and your hand? He’s not sure what he likes, never having had the chance to explore it, but he knows he likes this feeling and wants to chase it.

‘You’re just how I imagined you’d be,’ you whisper against his ear, ‘I can’t concentrate on those goddamn numbers when you’re right at the other side of that divider.’ The hand in his hair moves to loosen his tie.

He can feel himself leaking, not sure if this is a good thing, but it must be because it still feels incredible, and without expecting to, he moans. It’s a gorgeous, loud, hungry moan that startles him and pleases you, and just as your lips ghost over his, he jumps back. Milchick is coming down the hallway. Mark smooths his hair into place and picks up what he can of the binder to place over his still tented – and now stained – trousers.

After an uncomfortable interaction, you’re both back in MDR; you dressed as your outie would want you to be, and Mark with an uncomfortable heat in his core. An itch left unscratched. A horribly awkward silence fills the vast space. Mark wonders if Irv and Dylan know, somehow. And why does that make him feel embarrassed that if they did know, he didn’t finish – or satisfy you?

You carefully slide your divider down, gaining a raised eyebrow from Irv, and flash Mark a knowing smile. He blushes. You pass him a note – Store room, 5.15? Mark nods, rushing off to the bathroom to hide what the thought of it did to him.

#mark s x reader #mark scout x reader #severance #severance fanfiction #mark s smut #not s f w 💀#maximsdeadwife answers #mark s thoughts #mark s imagines

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