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jillsandwhichs · 1 day ago

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Sunday morning

Chapter 13 to Joel Miller x Reader Smutshot Collection

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Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: You and Joel wake up a bit late on a Sunday morning. However, instead of getting up and being productive, the two of you use your time for something a bit more fun - making a baby

Status of your guy's relationship in this one shot: Engaged

WC: 2.1k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: Making out, Dirty talk, Fingering, You finish, Unprotected P in V, Missionary, Breeding kink, He finishes inside of you, Aftercare

A/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Comments, reblogs & likes are appreciated. Thank you

Waking up, you blinked a few times to clear your eyes up. As you did, you saw the excessive amount of sunlight pouring in through the cheap beige curtains attached to the window to the right of your bed. It was nice. Cozy. You liked it. You remember the day you and Joel bought them together, it was shortly after you put the official down payment on your guy's house. You are so happy you two got this place, it was the best purchase of your life.

Yawning, you then rolled over to your left side, now facing Joel. He is still asleep and oh, how peaceful he looks. Joel rarely looks so calm. It makes you happy. You smiled to yourself, then went from looking at his face, to his outfit. To bed, he wore a grey work t-shirt and his black & white boxers, which you think he looks great in. You smiled even harder. To sleep, you wore a thin yet tight tank top with just some panties. It gets warm at night, so.

You then set your hand upon his face, caressing his cheek lovingly. You wish you two could do this all day, all of the time. Physical touch is so beyond important to you. As you touched his face, you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips, hoping to wake him up. You aren't sure of the time but, it's definitely later in the morning considering the sun is at its peak and shining through the window brightly.

Right as you kissed him, you felt his lips curl into a smirk, then his hands skillfully swift behind your back, pulling you into him as his arms stayed wrapped around you. Giggling, you did the same except, you swathed your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss furthermore. "Mmm," you murmured out, playing with his brown hair, "Hi." You said to him, officially pulling away from the kiss and looking at him again. "Hey baby." Joel whispered to you, his voice deep and growly from still waking up.

You felt his hands rubbing your back carefully, which you love him doing. Feels so detoxing. "Sleep well?" "I always sleep well next to you sweetheart." Joel replied to you, kissing you again before pressing his forehead against yours, "You?" "Always." You smiled, your teeth flashing, which made Joel gleam again. "My beautiful girl." Joel said in a tired manner, which made you feel weak. You love how deep his voice is, especially when he first wakes up. "Mmm." You then mooched his lips lovingly.

As the two of you were kissing, you ran your fingers through his soft hair and his hands slid down your back and onto your butt, where he softly stroked it and at one point, squeezed it whilst pulling you against his body. Once the making out died down for a moment, you asked him to check his watch, being curious on the time. "It is," he glanced down at his watch before speaking, "10:30." "Should we get up? We never lay in bed so late..." "You're right but," he then got on top of you, pinning you beneath him, "It's Sunday, we ain't got much to do baby," He had a cocky smirk appear on his face before he then brought his head to the crook of your neck.

"Ha," you laughed, then quickly moaned as he began to suckle on your neck. "Oh." You said softly, moving your head to the side, giving him more space to kiss along your throat. As he left hickies along your neck, you laid there, hands on his biceps and your legs spread open, having him lay between them as he was on top of your body. "Joel..." You sighed out softly as he switched to the right side of your neck, now covering that part in love bites. "Feel good?" "Yes." You responded, biting your lower lip.

It always feels good, anything Joel does to you feels fantastic.

Whilst he was on top of you, he brought his hand down to your panties and kissed your forehead. "God I need you," he whispered against your head before slipping his hand into them, running his finger through your wet folds. "Feels like you need me even more though, hmm baby?" The way he said it, ugh, you're all his. You nodded and played with his facial hair, "I do." "I know, I'm goin' give you what you want."

Suddenly, he pushed two fingers inside of you. You gasped and gripped onto him harshly, not expecting it. "Oh fuck." You bit your lower lip. Whenever Joel fingers you, it's intense. It's a lot. He doesn't ease up and you love it. "Shh baby, just let yourself feel, feel it real nice." He began to shove his fingers in and out of you. As he did that, all you could do was gaze at him with lust reminant in your eyes with your mouth gaped open, occasional noises coming out.

Joel leaned down and kissed you, his tongue entering your mouth as well, sliding against yours as his fingers worked their magic. You held onto his biceps, practically digging into them with your nails, hell, maybe even drawing some blood but you didn't check. "You're so tight baby, fuck." He grunted into your mouth, his fingers picking up in their pace and hardness in which they moved into you at. "Uh-huh, fuck, right there." You panted out to him.

"Is that where it feels good? Huh?" He curled his fingers within your clenched walls with each thrust of his digits. "Yes..." Was all you managed to say. He knows what he's doing and he knows he's doing is amazingly. You spread your legs further open and tossed your head to the side, which Joel took advantage of, now suckling on your collarbone as he fingered you passionately.

Around him, you tightened yourself. Doing so made it so you could feel it more, more deep inside of you. It made your stomach so flips and your heart face the more it went on. "Oh?" Joel cooed out against your ear, kissing it sweetly, "You close?" He asked you, now moving his fingers at such a rapid pace, you couldn't really form a thought. "Uh, I-" you attempted to spit out, but you failed. He snickered real sexily against your ear before then using his other hand to turn your head to face him. "Cum for me then sweetheart."

The eye contact. It was something else. He was forcing you to look at him, his hand firmly on your jaw. You knew that if you were to even try to attempt to close your eyes, he'd stop his movements. So, you gazed right into those devilish, lustful eyes of his. "All over my fingers baby, do it." Were his final words before it happened, your inevitable, ecstasy-filled orgasm.

Your moan was loud and lethal as you came, but you sounded so angelic to Joel. He released the grip on your face as you came and instead kissed you, his kiss soft and caring. His fingers slowed down inside of you before he slowly drifted them out of you, bringing them up to his lips and licking your juices off; He always does that, you find it attractive in a way. "Oh goodness," you laughed out, "That was good."

Joel glanced down at you with fierce eyes before speaking up again, "You think that was good? Honey, I'm 'bout to make it so your ass can't walk." Joel then tore your panties off, down to your ankles and past them before he threw them on the floor. You giggled and he pulled his boxers down, his hardened length being revealed. "Mmm I'm so glad we decided to stay in bed." "I know you are." He said as he then grabbed your legs, holding each one in his arms.

"Wait, are you not going to get a condom?" "Since when we need one? You know baby-" "Joel, I-" you tried to pause him, knowing where he was going with this. He wants a baby, badly. You do too but, you're just nervous. "Darlin', I want this, you want this... Let me get my soon-to-be wife pregnant with my baby." He muttered to you, his voice so convincing. You bit your lower lip, "Such a persuasive man." You reached your hand up to run it through his facial hair. "Mkay." You whispered.

You swear you've never seen Joel's face light up so fast. He guided himself to your entrance before he entered himself into you, his erect member sliding into your sensitive & slippery hole. You let out a deep sigh as he did. It felt good. You love when you guys don't use protection however, it's rare.

With your legs propped up in his arms, all you had to do was lay there and take it. And oh, Joel's gonna give it to you.

Sliding in and out of you, the man hardly wasted time. He thrusted into you roughly, his noises hot and heavy as he did. "Gonna make you a momma, hmm? That what you want baby?" His accent was hefty and clearly audible, which turned you on even further - if it were even possible. You kept hold on his arms as he moved into you, it was the least amount of support you could seek. "Gonna get this belly all swollen and big, fuck, you'll look so pretty." His dirty talk, fuck you relish in it.

His hands gripped on your legs tightly, keeping them tracted as he moved his hips coursely. All you did was moan and watch him with intense need. You've never been so horny before, you're sure. "I needed this," you moaned out to your fiance, assuring him that you're enjoying all of this. You saw a slight smile form on his face before he drew himself to your face, kissing you passionately as he fucked you, hard.

In between kisses, he spoke. "Can't wait to get you pregnant... Can't wait to see my wife be a mommy to my child... Fuck." He's so into it, it was making you fall for the idea further. "I want your baby, just yours... Need it..." It's the idea of it - the fact your love making is so passionate and the fact you two are truly ready to be parents. Plus, the idea of Joel cumming inside of you is one you practically daydream about.

"Oh baby," Joel then dropped your legs and instead lifted you up for a moment, slithering his arms to be around your back, hugging you tightly as he pumped himself into you. You hugged him back, both wrapping your arms and legs around his. He moved into you so deeply, you swear you could feel his tip in your stomach, that's how good it was. "Cum inside of me Joel... Please... I need it." Your begging was all he needed to hear.

"Jesus Christ," he said, burying his head into the crease of your neck. "You take it so well." He panted, kissing your shoulders as he fucked you so fast, until he finally came.

As Joel finished within your closed in walls, you held him close, playing with his hair and kissing the side of his head. It felt perfect, his semen leaking into you and hopefully, getting you pregnant. You don't regret it, not one bit. You felt his lips go against your collarbone, then trial up to your face where he then kissed your cheek. "That was fuckin' great." He said to you. "Yeah it was." You glimmered and unraveled your legs around him, freeing him.

He pulled away from you and looked down. The bed was a mess, your sheet was drenched and the blanket was on the floor. You laughed and closed your legs before sitting up and tilting your head at him. "Look what you do to me babe." "Mmm," he nodded and grabbed your chin, "It's what I do best." He then kissed you before pressing his forehead to yours. "We oughta get ourselves and our room cleaned up, what'dya say darlin'?" "You're right." You then tried to stand up, and ultimately failed.

You immediately sat back down on the bed once you felt how wobbly and weak your legs were. Joel took notice and snorted. "Told ya." He kissed your cheek before standing up, going towards the dresser and grabbing you out some new clothes. "Let's get you dressed baby, I'll do it all for you."

You cannot believe you'll be married to this man soon and hopefully, with his child.

#tumblr fyp #the last of us #tlou #joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #pedro pascal #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal fanfic

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lisaasila-stuff · 2 days ago

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Sans and Papyrus work so goddamn well together in canon that it feels impossible to implement a third person into their family(your other reblog about them having Nano and Lilo dynamic is a great example of that). Only really distant figure like an acquaintance or a buddy, or maybe like a cousin or a grandpa (after all it seems that Gaster based on grandpa Semi; you can have up to 4 grandpas after all) doesn't affect their dynamic that much. However, if they work as a parental figure from the very beginning, then it's going to cause the changes to their dynamic yet again.

The reason is because Sans probably did raised Papyrus. If they had grew up like all other kids together with a proper parent, then even a huge age gap wouldn't make that type of dynamic (personal headcanon it's around 8-9 years gap, to keep Sans as a brother rather making him into a father). You can have Gaster as a parental figure and Sans raising Papyrus, if Gaster dies early enough — which could reinforce even further the connection with Nani and Lilo.

But it's common to think that if Gaster was a parental figure to them(we'll roll with him being a father, since it's the most common trop; and it's too long to type "parental figure" each time), then he affected them both in similar way. Gaster was an abusive parent? Then he was abusive to them both. Gaster was a good parent? Then he was a good parent to them both. Which is totally fine, actually — remember to have fun guys — but it doesn't seem to be the case if we want to try to implement it with Sans and Papyrus canon behaviour.

Sometimes, more rarely, people seem to think that Sans was a favorite — which doesn't make that much sense, either (remember to have fun though ok??? I will say it a million times and then a million more if needed). It definitely would gave some kind of effect of different childhoods, however favoritism would also affect Sans' and Papyrus' dynamics tremendously, even if they'll try their hardest to be nice to each other. It's about the inside sorrow and guilt you can't fight, which the skelebros don't have — or perhaps not something we know of. If anything, they're proud of each other's achievements and don't feel like it's a competition.

So we have a problem of not quite hitting their personalities and the way how they interact with each other from that. The reason for that is because it seems like Sans and Papyrus had really different childhoods.

And by different childhoods I mean literally different childhoods in every aspect.

It seems like Papyrus had a healthy environment when he was growing up. He knows how to handle his emotions and address them (genocide route interactions), which is often a problem for victims of abuse; he knows what he wants despite thinking about the wrong resolution to the said problem (it's the "when I become part of the royal guard I'll be so popular and everyone will want be my friend!" guy, he literally tells us what he wants and it's part of his character to be so goddamn good at addressing his struggles); his struggles are external rather than internal (loneliness) and he copes with it in a healthy way than just giving in to his damaged self-esteem ("I, the great Papyrus," is better way to cope with damaged self-esteem than giving in to your doubts. Learn from Papyrus, folks, he knows what he's doing!). (No but really Papyrus actually quite cracked at psychology, and I wonder how much of his motivation to learn it comes from Sans' depression, Paps just lacks actual experience with people; as opposed to Sans, who doesn't really know psychology but have a lot of social experience)

Someone may question damaged self-esteem, and someone might interpretate it as a sign of some sort of problems at home that was before. However, the thing is — even with the best support you can get, if you keep trying over and over again at something without any success, you inevitably will start doubting yourself. "Maybe the problem in me rather than in everyone else" type of shit, which might lead to doubting yourself in almost everything.

(though it might be a sign he recognized that he isn't the sharpest tool in the shed; he seems to have some a big struggle with word puzzles, after all. It's okay to know your cons as long as you're chill about it lol)

Here I cutted off a chunk of analysis where I've got carried away and just started to analyse the effect of his loneliness instead of guessing the effects of his childhood on what kind of person he is now, but it also kinda proves my point. Papyrus probably had a great home life back in the days, he have confidence in the fact that Sans will help and support him with everything (genocide route interactions; or to be exact, the moment when Papyrus can't handle the situation anymore and asks Sans for help. "Sans! They keep skipping over my puzzles!"), and that kind of trust is really telling. Papyrus' main struggle is yet again from his loneliness. And if we can say anything about his state when he was a child, then we probably should address the fact that Papyrus seems to project himself on Frisk heavily. With any other character I didn't notice that kind of behavior, and yet when it boils down to one of not many children in the cast, Papyrus for some reason sees himself in them. On Pacifist (and neutral I think?) routes just before the fight Papyrus projects his own feeling onto Frisk("the excitement of finding another puzzle enjoyer and pasta lover... That what you must feel right now!" Or something like that, I don't remember the exact quote), and in one of these descriptions he calls them "a lonely human". In Genocide Route interactions Papyrus sees a strange child who keeps skipping over his puzzles and not replying to the questions, and instead of holding the grudge or assuming the worst he immediately goes "It's okay, you probably have some kind of cultural shock or just don't know how to behave with other people! The Great Papyrus will explain it to you, so we can work on it together!" (That one is my personal favorite actually!!! I can't.. isn't Papyrus just the coolest??). And if keep the theory of Papyrus projecting onto Frisk something he felt a long time ago, then "the cultural shock" part becomes even more curious. Especially considering the theory "skelebros are from Deltarune".

Sans, on the other hand, shows some concerning abilities which people who had a proper childhood wouldn't learn in the first place. His ability to read expressions is absolutely astonishing, and knocked out socks of millions of people — especially when he starts to count your deaths in the Genocide Route. And the one can argue it's probably easy to tell by Frisk's expressions — after all, they're a child, they probably don't have any understanding of making pokerface yet(Frisk seems to be described as rather expressionate by the narrator and other characters, as far as I remember).

But there's a difference between "the time traveler looks pissed off just about I'm about to fight them; considering my dejavu, I've probably killed them", and "the time traveler looks pissed off just about I'm about to fight them; considering my dejavu, and judging by their expression, I can tell for sure I've killed them 3 times now". You don't learn the difference between ten shades of angry expressions in a happy house. I bet Sans can tell who's walking down the stairs by their footsteps.

And yet, it seems that it got better at some point? Sans had to learn from someone what a good parenting is, in otherwise Papyrus wouldn't have such a good childhood; Sans learned how to joke and how to laugh; Sans learned that maybe, even the worst person can change (after all, from whom else Papyrus could gain this mindset? Though, it seems like monsterkind overall prefers to think like that (maybe having a king as a serial child murderer does have consequences on the public lol)), Sans learned to keep moving despite everything seeming to be worthless. Because by the end of the day, maybe everything will change for the best.

However, there's still effects that comes from abusive childhood. He does have some troubles with dealing with complex negative situations — he tends to back off instead of resolving/addressing the conflict, and laugh it off without explanation for his actions or decisions. One of such instances is the lamp interaction between Sans and Papyrus — Papyrus calls him lazy, and Sans hints him to back off; however it immediately gets followed up with a joke. There's a big chance that Sans uses humour as a coping mechanism, considering the way how often he tries to lighten up tense situation with it(I mean, doesn't he literally tells you jokes along the way as he fights you in Genocide Route). The only instances I remember of Sans not trying to soften negativity is when he wants to be threatening (bad time moments and some of the neutral endings), and there's a few more when he starts to soften negativity with a joke, then cut it off and continues to be passive aggressive (some of neutral endings; I wonder if he jokes because he doesn't want to feel so much negative emotions, out of habit, or because he wanted to have the situation end on more light note but changes his mind along the way).

Sans tends to lie and keep everything in secret for seemingly no reason, but it actually reinforces even further the idea that he isn't familiar with being emotionally vulnerable. One of such instances is at the dinner.

The whole scene is quite curious, because by body language you can tell that Sans either not comfortable of sharing something or just didn't get used to being emotionally vulnerable. He pauses, changes the topic like two-three times, constantly looks away os if it hard to keep it face to face. Personally I think he feels guilty there, which leads to him telling the famous "you'd be dead where you stand" phrase in the first place (there's really no reason for him to threaten you in this conversation). The body language is important here, so I'll remind you how it goes.

* but...

* someone who sincerely likes bad jokes...

* had an integrity you can't say "no" to.

(Sans turns away, and then turns back.)

* do you get what i'm saying?

* that promise i made to her...

* do you know what would happened if she hadn't said anything?

* ... buddy.

(Sans turns away.)

He doesn't even look at you! And afterwards he looks at your reaction and immediately brushes it off, telling you to lighten up and that he was "joking with you"!! (I can't with those idiots ughhhggughh).

It's also an example of how Sans tends to try lighten the mood as soon as it becomes negative, instead of properly explaining himself.

In other words, Sans did get through some shit and made sure that Papyrus won't feel the same. Which leads to their trusting and respectful relationship, where Papyrus feels absolutely comfortable to be vulnerable— and Sans tries his hardest to be vulnerable, too.

I remember seeing a take where dadster actually adopted Sans and Papyrus instead of being their biological father; and it's one of instances that could suit them, if Gaster eventually dies early enough for Papyrus being raised by Sans. Another take is Gaster being Papyrus' and Sans' brother, which is curious — but I'd say I don't see Gaster as the older brother (remember to have fun ok!!!!!), it feels like throwing out the window the whole dynamic. As a middle brother, though? I dunno, but sounds interesting for me.

But it really does seem like Gaster had close relationship at least with Sans.

Otherwise, why would he try to fix the machine?

I strongly hc that undertale sans raised papyrus which is why papyrus has really cutesy ways of talking to him in the jpn version

I stan the hc that Sans raised Papyrus so hard. Like, so hard that I don't care if it's canon or not, it's canon in my heart. I like to think maybe they had a Lilo and Nani dynamic when Papyrus was a kid. Or that Sans was more fatherly in the way that dads tell shitty jokes and sit on you to be annoying. Whenever I see an edit on tiktok about Papyrus only being able to see Sans as his dad I have to rip off both of my legs to stabilize myself

And now knowing that Papyrus has a cutesy speaking pattern in the Japanese version? Hoo boy. HOOOOO BOY. Sans must've been a really good fucking "parental" figure/older brother because whenever I see adults that are okay with calling their parents terms of endearment like 'mama' or 'big sissy' they have almost exclusively had a good relationship with them. So if Papyrus is cool with calling Sans brother in a way so cutesy and endearing they must have a really comfortable and happy relationship. And I love that for them.

Also, the only reason we know that Sans IS the older brother is because of the Japanese version of ut. Let that sink in. Thank you Tobias Radiation Fox.

#you can tell for how long I've thought about it #tw trauma #tw childhood trauma #tw childhood abuse #and if we put into Deltarune “Sans raised Papyrus” too #then It's not that surprising that Sans dismissed Susie in favor of having fun #he had enough of babysitting #even if he loves Papyrus with his whole heart

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redd-blushing-roses · 1 day ago

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Happiest Place on Earth

word count: 5.1k

pairing: (FarmhouseAU) Bucky Barnes x reader

summary: Bucky takes you on a surprise vacation to Disney. Your little family spends the day together exploring and having fun.

notes: this is such a fluffy and totally indulgent fic; I may have gone a little overboard. I grew up going to Disneyland all the time and some of my favorite memories with my family are from those visits. I just visited the park this weekend and was inspired to write a little something (yes, some of these moments are influenced by families I saw. You guys, everyone was so cute!!! how could I not?!)

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You hadn’t known what to expect when Bucky told you he had a surprise for you. That had meant a number of things in the past. Like the time he’d brought home Alpine, just a tiny and scared white cat at the time, her body tucked into his brown leather jacket.

Or the time when you were still pregnant with Rebecca and Bucky had shooed you out of the house so you could go shopping, only to return and find he’d built a crib for you.

And the time he’d taken Rebecca and Grant to the tower to visit the team, all three of them coming back covered in soot, Bucky sitting at the kitchen table after their bath as you chewed him out.

“What do you mean there was an emergency mission? That’s not a surprise, Bucky!”

You sat cross legged on the quilted bed, your fingers drumming against your thigh as you waited for him to come in. Bucky had insisted he put the kids down tonight and you let him. It gave you time to decompress (not that your kids were overly stressful, they could just be… a handful sometimes), to have a long shower and do your nightly routine.

Plus, it gave your husband an extra hour with them; to hold them close as he reads their small cardboard books, to give them just one more kiss before they conk out.

What on earth could he have as a surprise?

Bucky finally comes in, giving you a shy yawn, one hand lazily running through his hair.

“Finally got Rebecca to lay down. She kept asking for more stories.” You smile at him, his body sagging into the mattress, arms resting on his stomach as he lays beside you.

“And you remembered to change Grant?”

“Yes Ma’am. You trained me well.” You laugh, and he smiles up at you.

“So,” you say, shifting to rest on your side, elbow propped up to support your head. “What’s this surprise you’ve been so mysterious about all day.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You poke his side hard, his hand catching yours and pulling you closer into his side.

“Yes, that’s why I’m asking Buck.” You giggle. He kisses your cheek, his metal hand brushing your hair out of your face, his gaze soft and warm.

“You know how I’ve been working more hours lately, and how I’ve been putting in overtime during missions?” You nod.

“I hope it wasn’t so you could buy Rebecca that pony she’s been asking for.”

Bucky shakes his head, grinning. “She asked for a unicorn, and no. It’s something I think you’ll like.” You scooch in closer, head resting in the crook of his shoulder.

“I’m listening.”

“Well, I’ve been working so much because Valentina’s finally let me take another vacation.”

Your eyes widen, a grin breaking out on your face. She’d been a stickler lately about any of the team taking off; even Alexei had complained the last time you visited the tower, mentioning how sulky John had become since he’d missed a few weekends with his son (not that you blamed the guy).

“Oh yeah? We could definitely use some more time with you.” Bucky hums in agreement smiling. “And what are we doing for this vacation Mr. Barnes?”

He looks ten years younger as he grins at you, his eyes alight with anticipation.

“I was thinking Disneyland?”

You sit up, a little shocked by what he said.

“Are you serious?” Bucky nods, amused by the excitement, the way your heart accelerated faster than a sports car. “Don’t play with me Bucky, you know how much Disney means to me.”

Bucky sits up, kneeling next to you, your hand coming to rest on his shoulder.

“I know. That’s why I want to take you and the kids. I remembered how much it meant to you when you were young, the vacations you and your family took. You made them sound so fun.” You bite your lip, letting out a small squeal.

“James, you have no idea how much fun it is. Oh my goodness,” you laugh, cupping his jaw and planting kisses across face. “I can’t believe it.”

“Well believe it. We leave in a couple weeks.” Bucky laughs, kissing you back. You pull away, biting your lip as a thought pops in your head.

“Wait, are you sure you want to do this? I know you don’t like crowds. And with you being an Avenger, how will we-” He cuts you off with a long kiss, his hands snaking around your waist, dipping your body into the bed. Bucky lays you down, hovering over you, mindful of keeping his heavy body off of you.

“We’ll cross that bridge later. And I don’t mind crowds so much when I have you with me.”

You pull him into a hug, not caring that you were practically being crushed under him. It was comforting honestly.

“I love you so much.”

He tells you the same, your name sweet on his mouth.

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“Dad. Daddy look! Daddy!” Rebecca calls out, patting her hands against the window of the small hotel room.

“Hold on just a second babe,” Bucky yells from inside the bathroom, dealing with a screaming Grant, quickly sliding the boy into a new diaper and pants. The poor kid had not handled the plane ride well.

“Daddy! You’re going to miss it!”

You move towards your daughter from where you were digging through your suitcase, reminding her not to smudge the windows.

“The park’s not going anywhere sweetheart. And Dad will see plenty of it tomorrow.”

“And we’ll get to see princesses!” You nod encouragingly, sweeping her into your arms and stealing the chair she had been standing on, setting her on your knees.

You had been telling her about the park for the last couple of weeks, telling her she’d have to wait one more day every night. It was hard to tell who was more excited between the two of you.

“Yes. Princesses and Mickey, you like Mickey right? And we’ll ride fun rides and eat yummy food…”

“And I want to wear my dress!” You smile, smoothing out her plaited pigtails.

“Yes. And you will be the prettiest Snow White at the park.” (Although she was too scared to watch the movie -thank you evil queen- Rebecca had claimed Snow as her favorite princess. You had a feeling it was because it was the rare animated movie Bucky actually sat and watched with her, but who knows. Kids were funny with favorites)

“Hon?” Bucky calls from the bathroom, his head poking out. “I think this is a mom job.” From the sound of Grant’s increasing wails, it probably was.

“Alright, let me go help your dad” you set Rebecca down, trading places with Bucky, taking your son from him, Bucky placing a grateful kiss on your cheek, and you moving to do your best to soothe Grant.

Bucky walks over to Rebecca and picks her up, her laughter combating her brother's exhausted cries as he blows a raspberry on her tummy.

He looks out the window at the darkening city. Just across the street lay the theme park, with its towering rollercoasters and large pink castle.

Just looking at it filled him with a strange sense of nostalgia, even though he had never been to the theme park. Maybe it was just because you had told him so many things, he’d sort of adopted your love for Disney as his own.

“Is Grant sad because we can’t go to the park today?” Rebecca asks Bucky, her small fingers clinging to his shirt.

“No, he’s just tired. He didn’t watch a movie like we did on the plane ride.” Rebecca nods.

“I’m not tired. I can go now.” Bucky just smiles at his daughter as she yawns after, not even aware of how her eyes drooped as she looked out the window.

“Patience Becca,” he kisses her shoulder, moving towards the hotel bed. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to go now as well.

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“Okay, hold still please,” your hands gently still Rebecca as she bounces on the bed, her small hands holding the sunscreen tube. Grant laughs beside her, trying to copy his sister, but only getting so far as standing on his wobbly legs and falling on his bottom as he bends his knees.

You help Rebecca squeeze the sunscreen into your palm, the girl giggling as you place the white cream along her nose and forehead and cheeks, rubbing it into her skin.

“This is so we don’t burn our skin. It’s going to be hot today.”

“Burn by what mommy?”

“The sun. Do you remember last summer, when we went to the Summer festival in town and you burned your nose? You cried all night it hurt so bad,” you tell her, rubbing sunscreen into her arms. Not an easy task for a little girl wiggling around, especially when she had her brother to giggle along with.

“No. I was only three,” She holds up the wrong amount of fingers. It’s so cute; you kindly correct her, pressing down her extra finger so just three remain. Grant points at her, babbling and you squeeze more sunscreen on your fingers, beginning to work on his small face.

“You were only three, that’s right.”

Rebecca kneels by Grant who's whining as you rub the sunscreen on his face.

“It’s okay Grant. It’s sunscreen so we don’t burn.” You smile, always amazed at how good of a sister Rebecca was, always ready to kiss any booboos or give a comforting hug.

She does so now, pulling the little boy into a hug, your hands gently supporting the two wiggly kids so they don’t fall off the mattress.

He wraps his small arms around her, the two giggling, communicating in some toddler language you wish you could understand. They were both so big already, with Grant just turning one and Rebecca almost turning four in a couple months.

The hotel door opens behind you and you turn, watching Bucky shuffle in with a bag full of breakfast sandwiches for the four of you, two coffees balanced in his other palm. He gives you a smile, his hat pulled low over his eyes, sweatshirt hiding his metal arm as best as he can.

“Good morning ladies. And gentleman. Are we ready?” Rebecca squeals at the sight of food and tries to wiggle out of her brother’s arms, Grant holding onto her with surprising strength for a one year old (although you shouldn’t be too surprised. They both had a super soldier for a father).

You chuckle. It was going to be a long day.

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“Do people really get popcorn at eight in the morning?” Bucky asks, his hand resting up on Rebecca’s thighs, supporting her as she sits on his shoulders.

“Oh yeah, it’s a thing. Churros too.” Grant wiggles in your arms, pointing towards the Sleeping Beauty castle you were approaching.

“You see the castle buddy? And Mickey?”

“KEY!” He squeals, his raspy little voice loud by your ear.

Bucky looks up at Rebecca, her hands patting his hat as she looks around, pointing at everything.

“Dad, look, look at the flowers.” “Mommy, it’s a princess castle!”

You just laugh at her enthusiasm. It’s crowded at the park already, barely open for a half hour and already the lines were long. Bucky had looked to you as you approached the gate, your fingers tapping at your phone to pull up the tickets.

“I knew people liked Disney but this is just…”

“It’ll be alright Buck. No backing out now.”

You couldn’t help the large smile which plastered itself on your face as you walked down Main Street. It was like stepping into the embodiment of nostalgia, the smells, the lights, the laughter. Disney just had that certain feeling to it. Like magic.

Even Bucky, always serious and composed, couldn’t help the way his eyes wandered at the buildings, the smile which tugged on his lips as you pointed out different things to him.

Happiness was infectious.

You stop at one of the small kiosks to get maps for the both of you, people milling about around you.

“But it’s on your phone-”

“It is. But there’s something special about the paper map,” You smile at him, handing one up to Rebecca. She opens it, the paper already crinkling in her small fists. Grant grabs at your map, mumbling ‘mama’ when you tell him no.

“I’ll be the map leader!”

“You got it Becca,” Bucky looks up at her.

“Where to first baby?”

Rebecca hums, looking at the map. She’s concentrating so hard, and even though she’s not really reading it, you can see the gears of her little mind trying to work through what she was looking at.

You place a hand on her foot, over her small pink sketcher shoes peeking out beneath her dress.

“How about we ride Snow-”

“YESS. SNOW WHITE!” She yells, and that settles it.

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Bucky didn’t exactly know what to expect from the park. He’d been to amusement parks before; had spent a lot of time at Coney Island during his younger years.

But this��

Everything was bright and colorful and loud. The carousel jingled with music, the rides played soundtracks he recognized and had cars which moved with ease along tracks. It was all so innovative and advanced.

You’d called the first part of the park ‘Fantasyland’, and he’d checked Rebecca’s map to see it was mostly fairy tale rides from movies you sometimes put on for the kids.

Standing in that first line, switching Rebecca for Grant after she’d said she wanted to ride with you, getting into the small mining car, actually seeing the ride. Bucky didn’t know what he enjoyed more, the animatronics and detailed sets or watching Grant giggle and babble at the ride.

“Mom, can we ride again?”

“What about the other rides babe? I just know you’ll love Peter Pan. You get to fly above the world in a pirate ship!”

“Okay,” Rebecca giggles, your hand gripping hers tight before she can run off.

Bucky doesn’t mind waiting for things. He’d waited a long time to ask you to marry him, waited patiently before you’d finally gotten pregnant, waited even longer during Avenger press events to get in any word about heroism.

But he didn’t quite understand why the line for this ride was so long.

“40 minutes?” He wrinkled his nose as the four of you moved into the que. “This is worth 40 minutes?” You nod, making a funny face at Grant to get him to laugh.

“Trust me, it’s worth it.”

And it was. Bucky had paired up with Rebecca, sliding into the ship, his eyes flickering at the mechanical pulleys and wheels. Boy would he love to learn how it all worked. And then the ride took off.

It felt like flying. Literally. Bucky stared down wide eyed at the ride, the illusion of flying through stars breath taking. And then he glanced down at Rebecca, her hand holding his tightly, her eyes sparkling with the reflection of the stars.

Bucky fell a little more in love with her as she smiled at him.

“Look daddy,” she whispered. “It’s beautiful.”

“It is, baby,” he squeezed her hand, still watching her, her eyes filled with innocent wonder. So worth it.

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The large wall of stuffed toys towers over Rebecca and her small mouth gawps up at them, like a tiny fish. Grant toddled beside her, smiling at each toy, his fingers pulling at a fluffy fish.

“Careful honey,” You say, crouching next to him.

“Mama,” His fingers poke into your cheek, as he holds up the stuffed Nemo.

“You like that one,” you take it from him, moving the fish as if he was swimming. “He’s cute, huh.”

Bucky watches you, his arms crossed and a content smile on his face. He perused the wall himself, picking up a stuffed Pluto and checking the price tag. His smile immediately fell.

“Uhhhh… they want how much for these?”

You bit your lip, cringing as he showed you the tag.

“Man, I don’t remember them being that much when I was a kid.”

Rebecca giggles and you watch her carefully as she moves around, your hand gripping Grant’s tightly as he hopped around with Nemo clutched in his arm.

“Look. It’s a baby,” Rebecca held up two different plushes, a Lady dog wrapped in a soft blue blanket and a Marie cat wrapped in a baby pink blanket. Rebecca had been obsessed with babies lately (if you couldn’t find her in the farmhouse, you could guarantee she was probably in her room playing with her babydoll).

She held one up to Bucky and he took it gently. He adjusted his backpack strap as he watched both kids play with the toys, Rebecca petting the plush dog as she hugged her tightly, and Grant chewing on the Nemo’s fin.

You stand up with a grunt, a hand against your back, Bucky’s arm automatically finding its way around your waist.

“They are so adorable,” you whisper to him.

“Expensive, more like it,” he gives you a look. You pull a faux frown, taking the stuffed cat from him, running your fingers over the soft plush fabric.

“I always wanted one of these every time I came here. Never did get one.” You look up at him, your eyes pleading, as if to tell him your kids deserved the toys, no matter how much it hurt his wallet.

He opens his mouth to object, ready to tell you they had plenty of toys when Grant toddles over, holding up a Mickey Mouse.

“KEY.” he squeals, giving Bucky and you a cheesy grin, an inexperienced baby smile which melted your heart every time it appeared.

Bucky sighs, hands on his hip as you move to pick up your son, the Mickey clutched tightly in his arms. You give him that look, the one which you know softens his heart. Bucky just rolls his eyes, trying not to smile as he pulls out his wallet.

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The parade is loud, the hot afternoon sun beating down on the umbrella shading your table. Bucky digs through his backpack, pulling out the lunch sack you’d prepared at the hotel that morning. Pb and J for the kids, cold turkey sandwiches for the two of you.

You bounce Grant on your knee, his Mickey clutched in his fingers. Rebecca stands on her chair, Bucky reminding her to sit at the table. She’s just in her shirt and checkered shorts, her princess dress is tucked in the backpack after she had complained about being too hot.

“Where’s baby Lady?” Rebecca asks you, her head craning to look into your lap.

“I’m going to hold onto her while you eat Becca. So you don’t get any jelly on her. Mickey too, Grant.” You gently pull the stuffed toy out of his hands, your son huffing in annoyance at the loss of his pal.

Lunch is a long affair; with you helping Rebecca and Grant eat, alternating between the two to get them to pay attention to their sandwiches and gold fish. Bucky wolfed down his sandwich with alarming speed, pulling his hat lower over his eyes when he caught a little boy staring wide eyed at him.

While you hold Grant’s sandwich, the little boy supported in your other arm, Bucky holds out your own sandwich. You smile gratefully, letting him feed you.

You both listen to Rebecca as she rambles about the parade behind you, her small commentary always captivating. Bucky listens, his eyes darting to the side as he sees an older couple pass by, his shoulders tensing as the elderly man stops next to him.

You look up at the man, a kind smile on his mustached face, Bucky’s face going serious, always alert.

“My wife and I were admiring your little family earlier. I just wanted to come and say you kids are doing alright with your young ones.” You smile, blushing a little as you look at Bucky.

Bucky nods at the man, thanking him.

“Enjoy it. You’re only young once.” The man smiles and nods, giving a small wave goodbye to Rebecca.

Bucky watches the man and his wife as they walk away, the two of them smiling at the parade, pointing at characters. Bucky’s heart beats a little faster as he thinks of just how lucky he is to have this. To have you. Rebecca. Grant. This day.

Barely a decade ago, he had been on the run, hiding from HYDRA, from the government, from himself. He’d been lost, still healing from the long years of torture and killing. And then you showed up in his life, making everything a little sweeter, a little brighter.

Helping him to heal, to find a part of himself he thought he’d lost when he fell from that train. A hope for the future. For happiness.

Maybe it was because he was sitting in “the happiest place on earth”, watching as you wiped jelly off of his daughter’s face, smiling at his son as he gave you a big hug, babbling. But the happiness Bucky felt was so overwhelming, he felt like his heart would explode.

“I’ll be back,” Bucky told you as he suddenly got up, leaving the backpack with you as he marched towards the bathroom. You’re left frowning, watching him leave, confused.

“Where’s dad gone?” Rebecca asks.

“I don’t know. Maybe he had to go to the bathroom real bad?” She giggles.

“He didn’t want to pee his pants,” She laughs, Grant giggling, repeating “dada” over and over in his raspy voice.

When he finally comes back, you’re placing everything in the backpack, eyes glued to both of your kids sitting on their chairs, legs wiggling. Bucky doesn’t say anything, just slides up to you and kisses you on the lips, hard and a little too intense for a public amusement park.

You pull back, a little bewildered.

“James!”

“I know, sorry. I couldn’t help it.” He gives you a small, embarrassed smile and you cock your head, looking at him.

“Are you okay?”

“More than okay doll.”

“Did you make it daddy?” Bucky looks down at Rebecca, his brow quirking in confusion. “To the bathroom?” She inquires further.

“Oh. Yeah, I made it alright.” He picks her up with his metal arm, scooping Grant up in his other arm. You slide the backpack on, adjusting the straps. “Where to next mom?”

You smile at him, heart full at the sight before you.

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You don’t think you’ve ever seen Rebecca this happy. You laugh as you take her picture, her cheesy grin wide as she poses with Cinderella.

“Oh, it was so sweet to meet you, miss Rebecca. Do enjoy your day at Disney,” the princess actor croons sweetly, hands clasped. Rebecca just hugs her and runs to you.

“Did you see mommy? It was Cinerella! My favorite.” You laugh, holding her hand as you check your phone, texting Bucky to try and find him. Rebecca had wanted to wait in line to see the Princess, but Grant had begun to grow restless. You’d suggested Bucky try and find something to do with your son while you waited with Rebecca in the long line.

“I thought Snow White was your favorite?"

“No, not now. Cinderella is my favoritest Princess.”

You laugh. The mind of your daughter was always entertaining. Your phone buzzes and you check it.

In Toon Town. By Goofy’s house <3

Bucky’s text is accompanied by a picture of Grant, his Mickey held high in one hand as his small legs climb up the comically large stairs of the house. You show it to Rebecca who points at it.

“Can we go there?”

“Of course sweetheart,” you weave through the crowds, your daughter’s small legs working hard beside you. “You know, I’m really proud of you Becca. You’ve been so patient all day today, waiting in lines and listening to Mommy and Daddy.”

Rebecca looks up at you. “Thank you mommy.”

“No thank you baby. You’re such a good girl. I think we need a treat after we meet up with your dad. What do you think?”

“Yeah!” She clings to your hand, swinging her arm.

Toon Town is crowded with small families like yours, small children running between the oversized houses.

Rebecca runs up to her father when you finally spot him sitting at a bench. He’s quick to pull her into a hug, setting her on his knee.

“I met a princess daddy!” Bucky smiles at her, listening.

“Oh yeah? You get your picture taken?” She nods enthusiastically.

“Mom said I can put it on the fridge at home.” You sit on the bench, eyes roaming the small play yard designed to look like an oversized garden. You immediately lock on Grant, his small body crouched by a hollow log.

“What’s he doing?” You ask Bucky. He looks up, eyes narrowing.

“I think he’s playing with the grass.”

“Ah. Of course.”

You stand and walk over to your son, scooping him up and peppering his belly with kisses. Grant laughs, curling into you sweetly.

“Mama see mamakey,” He hands you his stuffed toy. Your heart melts a little at his pronunciation of Mickey.

It melts even more when you take his and Rebecca’s picture as they pose by the Mickey Mouse actor, their eyes sparkling with the magic of meeting a cartoon character they know so well.

Bucky just smiles at you as you snap their photos, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

(He’d smile every time he passes your fridge weeks after your trip, the picture of the two of them and Mickey stuck on the outside, along with Rebecca’s princess photo and a picture of the four of you in front of the castle someone had offered to take for you. Happiness packaged in just a few frames.)

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The concrete is cold beneath your jeans, the sidewalk of Mainstreet crowded as people scooch close together, waiting as the announcement for the fireworks sounds around you. There’s cheering and whooping and laughter, the smell of popcorn and churros flooding your senses.

Night had fallen faster than you had anticipated, and as you had exited Haunted Mansion, both kids eyes drooping as the sun fell, you knew the day was coming to a close.

You pull the sleeve of your sweatshirt over one hand, checking on Rebecca who’s cheek is squished against your chest, long gone to dream land. Bucky scoots closer to you, Grant passed out in one arm, his other hand clutching the ice cream sandwich you were sharing. He takes a bite and passes it to you.

“Thanks hon.” Despite the chill of the night, the ice cream is refreshing and delicious on your tongue. You smile at him, as he thumbs the fabric of your sweatshirt, the one he had bought for you just an hour ago after you kept looking at it. (you had insisted it was too expensive, telling him you’d rather spend money on the kids than yourself. Bucky just gave you a look and peeled it out of your fingers, heading towards the cash register, knowing you couldn’t stop him with both of the kids in your arms)

“So…” You look at Bucky, passing the ice cream back to him. “Do you want to share why you ran off to the bathroom during lunch? I know it wasn’t because you had to go.” You gave him a knowing look.

He swallowed the bite of ice cream, looking ahead at the bright lights of the Emporium across the street.

“I just needed a minute to gather my thoughts… to compose myself.” Your face falls. Had it been too much for him. The rides? The people?

“Bucky, you should have told me. I would have been okay to go back to the hotel if you needed it.”

“Oh, no,” He laughs, looking at your concerned face. Bucky’s hand clutches your shoulder reassuringly as you shift your daughter in your arms. “No, it wasn’t like that. It was what that man had said. About us,” he points between the two of you.

You hum in response, still concerned. Bucky pulls Grant closer, wrapping the crochet blanket you had brought over his body, his stuffed Mickey poking out. You wait for him to continue, looking up as the first fireworks begin to go off, Mainstreet loud with the cheering crowd and the booming music.

But that didn’t matter right now. It was just the two of you, knees pressed close, arms full with your children, the taste of rich vanilla on your lips.

“I just got caught up in thinking about how lucky I am. To have you, to have Rebecca and Grant. To have had the chance to have them and any other kids the future might bring.” You raise your eyebrow, your heart skipping a beat at the thought.

“More?” He shrugs, taking another bite of ice cream.

“Why not?” You give him a look, taking the treat from him, finishing it off. “The New Avengers are doing fine right now. Despite how busy Valentina keeps us, it’s mostly press work, not combat. I could cut my hours back and we could just be a family of five… and Alpine of course.”

You can’t help the large smile on your face as you look at your husband, his pupils large, and despite wearing his cap all day, he had a slight sunburn along his nose.

“James…”

“I ran to the bathroom because I was afraid I might do something crazy. Throw up, cry, I don’t know. I just love you so much, it’s overwhelming sometimes.” Your hand comes up, thumbing the edge of his jaw, where his long hair curled behind his ear.

“I love you so so much James Barnes. You have no idea.” Bucky leans in, allowing you to kiss him, the fireworks still booming overhead. It’s a memory you know will stick with you forever, the feeling of love, of happiness washing over you. You pull away, smiling into Bucky’s jacket as he looks up at the sky, the colorful fireworks sparkling in his eyes.

“I’ll think about it,” you whisper into his ear. His eyes dart to you, a grin appearing on his face. You shrug.

“I think the advertisements were right. This really is the happiest place on earth.” You just roll your eyes playfully.

But really, wherever your family was, that’s where you were most happy.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader fluff #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fluff #marvel #disneyland #farmhouse bucky au

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downbadace · 8 hours ago

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༊*·˚𝕋𝔸𝕋𝕋𝕆𝕆 𝕋𝕆𝕌ℝ*ೃ༄

- based off of this hc by @artistwitchgirl 🫶 this was churned out so fast idek how i did it but yay enjoy (lmk if i made any mistakes!!!)

Content: Fluff, soft launch(?), accidental outing(?), megara is a little dumb ngl, language i think i dont even remember 😭

“someone asked for a tattoo tour” lara said, reading one of the comments flying by

it was currently 11:48 pm, too late for lara and megan to be doing a livestream but they hadn't gone live in so long that they decided, whatever, their eyekons are way more important than sleep. they named the livestream “qna with the queers n asians” (that was megan’s idea) and many fans flooded them with numerous questions.

“tattoo tour? okay, that’s fun!” megan said immediately sitting up straight to go first.

“this one i showed in my last live which you guys edited to death” megan said, showing off her tattoo on her arm, just below the shoulder.

“okay, fire! i wanted to go first but whatever” lara joked. megan side eyed her before getting in her face to tease her. lara got in her face too with the same annoyed expression and immediately people in the comments went to express their reactions

im.dyslexic

omg kiss!!!

sophiazwyfe

they said megara realness

eyegomiaa

these lesbians…

megan turned back to the live afterwards and saw the flood of megara shippers in the comments

“guys, im not gonna kiss that, i got my—”

“what do you mean that?”

lara asks, pretending to be offended. in reality, she wanted to cut off megan before she revealed too much about her and sophia’s relationship. megan shut up quickly when she saw comments already wanting megan to finish her sentence

“nevermind that, anyways!” she continues her tattoo tour with lara half paying attention, half reading the comments. then, it got to the special one on her shoulder.

“and then over here we have a newer one…” and just before she was gonna turn herself around, lara grabbed the shoulder her new tattoo was at. lara immediately started nodding her head no, trying not to laugh. and megan, oblivious as ever started giggling through her asks of “what?”

lara glanced at her phone before muting the live. she covered her mouth before speaking, knowing how many talented mouth readers were watching.

“do you really wanna show them your tattoo of sophia?”

megan went “ooohhhh!!” out loud and nodded no, pressing her lips together in a thin line, looking at chat before bursting into laughter, lara following behind.

the tamil girl unmuted the phone as megan was still laughing.

“nevermind her guys, she’s schizophrenic” the two immediately start laughing harder, making eyekons even more nosy at what they were laughing at. megan eyes tear up, unable to read the fast paced chat.

meicherry

WAIT NO TELL UES PLZZZ

imcvnteeeee

another megan lore drop 💀

sophiathepurse

why don't you wanna show them the tattoo, pup?

well, she read that one. her eyes went wide and she immediately froze, her laughter stopping like someone pressed pause on her mid laugh. lara noticed and looked at megan’s stunned but smiling face.

“what? what happened?” she asked, calming down from her laughter. she looked at the chat and saw it bright and clear on screen.

“sophia why are you up? its almost midnight girl?” the chat went to greet the filipina and question the choice of name sophia had given megan. megan’s smile slowly started to turn into that thin line she showed earlier and she sighed.

“yes mo—sophia…” megan caught herself lightning fast. lara contained her laughter to her surprise as megan turned around to finally show the anticipated tattoo.

“and here is a tattoo i recently got like… a couple months ago? weeks? im not even sure but here, it is an anchor and if you guys see on the shank—is that what it’s called? anyways right here is the date 12-31-02… and i will not elaborate further on what this means.” meifiz shippers. went. berserk.

cherry.anchor

GUYS. THAT WAS NOT THE FUCKING WIND

themiddle

MEIFIZ? ON MY SCREEN?

megensfuturegf

sophia we are FIGHTINGGGGG

“okay lara you’re up! i’ll be right back!” megan says turning her phone to the girl and running out the room, on her way to sophia’s room.

“anyways, that was weird guys! my turn!” lara says, ignoring every single chat message about meifiz. she shows off all the tattoos that shes shown numerous times, taking time to tell the story and meaning about them, hoping the conversation about meifiz dies down (thankfully it sort of did.) but she got caught up that she didn't even realize that she revealed a tattoo on her hip that she wasn't supposed to.

“and lastly right here i have the sagittarius constellation which—” and her heart drops realizing what she revealed.

“—im gonna shut up about! anyone have any questions regarding the other tattoos?” at that moment megan ran back to the shared room and whispered something in her ear as quiet but coherent as she could.

“yoonchae’s calling you” they both look at each other before looking at the livestream, noticing yoonchae’s comment immediately

yoonchip

내거!!!!!! laraaaaa!!!!!! come over please <3

and without any other question, lara bolts out the room.

“well guys… i think that might be it for tonights live! im sorry that we didn't answer all the questions” megan says with a shaky voice. she watches all the comments fly by with multiple questions about whatever the last couple minutes were.

“okay goodnight! love yall, stream beautiful chaos!” and megan kisses the camera as she ends the livestream. she closes lara’s phone and looks at her own, seeing the katseye group chat explode with danon making fun of megara and sunchip telling the two girls to come to their room. megan sighed, anticipating an email from hybe in the next hour or so.

#katseye #katseye imagines #katseye thoughts #katseye fanfiction #katseye drabble #sophia laforteza #lara raj #megan skiendiel #jeong yoonchae #megan skiendiel x sophia laforteza #lara raj & jeong yoonchae #meifiz #yoonara #fluff #drabble #wlw #ace speaks

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THK NEW YORK FANMEET !!

we are here! I have slept and am now fully prepared to describe and gush to y'all about my time yesterday. 💖✨ Thankfully I thought to bring a little notebook with me and journaled between benefits starting after the hi-touch, so I'll actually have a better time remembering things and my initial reactions hehe. Though I have plenty to add this morning :)

ALRIGHT so I arrived earlier than expected, a before 11am and y'all I did not actually realize we would waiting outside after check-in and not get let in until an hour before our first benefit. I was VIP and was able to check in within two seconds at an outdoor table which was nice. They said my group could head inside at 12:15 for our hi-touch at 1pm (though that got a bit delayed) so basically me and everyone else without soundcheck tickets were out in the courtyard. I also needed the bathroom the whole time lmao. THANKFULLY it wasn't as hot as it was initially supposed to be. Still hot tho. And my choice of outfit did not help, which I knew going in but fashion ok fashion!! I hadn't had time to do my hair either so I'd left it down for the event, but put it in a random bun while we waited because y'all i could NOT. There were a ton of people handing out freebies, little gifts they had made, had printed, etc. which was so sweet!! I got a lot of stuff, and here's a little pic of my favorites throughout the day:

(Some of this was given to me before the event, some after when I was leaving)

When I wasn't getting handed sweet gifts I was kinda just standing around but eventually one of the very few benches had a free spot and I swept it up, eventually making conversation with some girl who was an FK fan so we passed the time talking about their shows.

Eventually I got inside for the Hi-Touch (and finally got to use the bathroom lol). A moment though for how GORGEOUS THE VENUE WAS because that theater omg !! Literally the second I walked in with the crowd I said excitedly out loud, to no-one in particular: "oh it's so beautiful!"

upper left + lower right are from upstairs hallway with the bathrooms, lower left + upper right are the ceiling/walls in the auditorium!

Alright so Hi-Touch! I found my seat to wait and ended up next to a really nice girl from out-of-state who became my bff for the evening. I really lucked out with that, we had a lot of fun together!

As Hi-Touch started we were discussing whether to record or not because they made some announcement like "you can record this and it is the only benefit you can record!" We weren't sure bc we kinda just wanted to have the moment but we watched everyone on stage before us, and it was going so FAST that eventually we decided, whatever we'll just record it. And we both lowkey regretted that ngl bc it was too distracting. One cannot have adhd and focus on all that at once. I also had in my head that I wanted to say things to the actors and wasn't sure I'd have time so I was really focused on that, actually so much so that by the time I got to FK (of course it was FK) my camera was barely even pointed at them pfff. Just swung off to the side as my brain was overcome by interacting with them. I mean who can focus on anything but them c'mon. And, okay, seeing them?? When they came on stage my first thought was, hilariously, "THEY'RE SO HD!" haha. I think I said that aloud. They were just so real and there and crisp idk man all I could phrase it as was 'they're so hd' 😂 (spoken like the video editor i am haha) And they were also all SO SO PRETTY. Like how are you all SO PRETTY? I already KNOW they are pretty. (And FK are so CUTE!!) This is obvious fact!! But they are just as gorgeous in person and I must state this for the record.

I was doing so well but the nerves finally struck when walking up the stage steps. Your girl was trying so hard to keep her wits about her. First-up was Dunk. I was planning to say "sawadee ka," to him which I did, but I felt a little bad when I said it right away because he had already started saying "hello" to me which I didn't realize, so I accidentally interrupted him and he sort of just cut himself off and just smiled. Sorry dunk... 😅

He was super chipper though. Look at him!

ey look he's holding my hand! this is a thing that happened! lower right babeyyy

Joong. I was originally planning to tell him "i love your photography" but it was too quick passing him and I didn't think I'd have time so I just gave another "sawadee ka." I don't think he said anything back, he was very rushed and distracted—literally already looking at the next person while touching my hand. But what gets me the most is the face he made when he initially saw me. Sir what is going on in your head??? At first I really thought I was confusing this boy somehow. I do not know how to feel about this expression. But I do find it very funny to look at.

ah the.... joys? of being perceived? (and no you can't pay me to crop out khao)

In retrospect, he was obviously looking at my outfit and when I really pause the frames (as you do. as a totally normal individual) I don't think it was a bad reaction particularly (look, his mouth does still look smiley on the edges! ..right?) I think he was just trying to take everything in and very fast—based on his eye-line he was specifically parsing the sparkly corset-top that was over my dress. Which is fair. Later in the event he said something about NY fashion so I'll be coming back to this.

But one final frame for Joong. I think here the confusion has slightly dissipated and he's smiling a tad? I will say for my sake that this is a split second of appreciation happening. Let me pretend.

Okay then we had my BOYS. MY BOYS. FK. OH GOD. Here there are less good shots because again the camera was the very last thing on my mind. Oddly I wasn't as nervous as I expected to be when interacting with them? Perhaps it's because they were so friendly, but likely it was actually a mix of everything happening so fast and me being so locked in on what I wanted to say.

Khao took my hand and I looked at him in his glowy lil face, and said with all my kindest sincerity: "i love your acting 🥺"

He tilted his head and gave me an appreciative smile in return. Might've said thank you, I literally do not remember. Also his smile is not on camera and I wish I'd been less frazzled because I can't quite picture it anymore either. But according to my journal, he made a "very sweet face." He was touched, so even if I don't remember it very much, that is what matters. <3

HOWEVER. From before that. I do have in frame the first few seconds of Khao seeing and LOOKING AT MEEEE.

this face was at meee 🥺 agh look at this sweetheart !!

last part where he was in frame whatsoever, reaching for my hand

To First, I also said "I love your acting." But right before that, he looked at me and started smiling

but as soon as he heard what I said, that particular smile stopped forming, immediately interrupted by lil soft eyes as I was greeted by another head tilt and very sweetly appreciative smile. Funnily enough, he actually started that reaction before I talked to him. So either he heard me speak to Khao and was touched that I gave his bestie a compliment, or he thought I was already talking to him since we were so close. But the next moment I did take his hand, look at him, and tell him the exact same. At which point I think I recall him saying thank you but it was so loud I couldn't quite hear it. Saw his mouth move though. A lot of his frames are very blurred but you can kinda see the smile he gave in the veryyyy last frame, even if he's more than halfway out of the shot. very sweet. Look at those blurry sparkly eyes.

All of that went by SO SO fast, and it's hilarious because as I was walking back off the steps I immediately said to my new seatmate friend— "i don't remember that." Which was SO TRUE. I have picture stills but when I tell you that immediately after—perhaps even during??—and definitely now... I have zero, I mean ZERO, recollection of actually touching any of their hands. (Or talking to them, really.) Might've touched air for all I knew. Do not recall physically feeling literally anything. Guess I was more focused on their faces? Maybe the nerves eliminated my sense of physical perception asdfg

What's so funny is I knew from the Brazil meet talk on tumblr that the boys had been grabbing hands not just giving a high-five type deal, but when I saw the people before me I was like, "oh that's going so fast I guess they aren't doing that this time." So I fully went in to just high-five and afterwards was lamenting that I didn't actually hold their hands more bc my newfound buddy was saying they did that with her. And this goes to show how much I legitimately was not processing the moment because when I watch my video back—at least with JoongDunk, sadly I can't see what happened with FK but I presume it was the same—THEY LITERALLY SHOOK MY HAND. Hands are being HELD! And I literally didn't know it until I got home 😂

Even though my camerawork didn't catch much of my own interaction, the same thing actually happened with my seatmate's video and because MY video was tilted to the left, I actually caught all 4 of her full interactions on camera, so I was glad at least that I could send it to her :) And she also cheered me up by skimming through frame-by-frame and pointing out things like "look right there, you can clearly see the second Khao looks at you" and "look First is reaching for your hand!" She made me feel better lol and now those frames will live on my blog forever. That said. I still do not feel like I have actually ever been directly perceived by them. Like idk sounds fake if you ask me. I did eventually feel a lovely sense of connection with them though, and that was later—from the crowd. We'll get there.

As the four were leaving the stage post-hi-touch, there was a very fun moment where Khao turned back towards auditorium and everyone watching and gave a cute sassy lil smooch at us all. Hehe.

They soon came back for autographs and what we hadn't expected was that we got to just. Stay in the audience. And look at them during it! So we chatted and commentated and I used the time to journal a bit too. There was also this lady on staff who was. To be honest. So irritable lol. Every time there was a new instruction her go-to was to just yell it angrily at us. She very quickly got fed up with phones and during the autograph session was like everyone put your phones away you cannot record!!! which was kinda funny bc nobody we saw was actually. Recording? Just being on their phones? She did not seem to care, and instead yelled something like "people paid for this!!" to which we (a few of us in neighboring seats) sorta joked quietly with each other "yeah and we're "people"! we paid for this." Idk maybe she was having a rough day. benefit of the doubt and all that.

Apparently one of the other security members was laughing about the whole thing as it went on and felt more absurd. But anyhow, photo ops came next so we got in line! and chatted with the nice people who were next to us. also the whole time they were playing other OSTs and thai songs as background music (when sadistic came on later during a game segment of the show Joong started doing the dance moves hehe) and that was nice bc I kept recognizing songs from different shows which made me feel very happy and in my element. While we were all in the photo-op line a Pluto OST came on and I had to geek aloud about that for a moment. xD

So, PHOTO OPS

It again felt so fast. My seatmate friend was in the same photo as me and we were both happy about that! We stood behind the boys who were all seated in chairs. I was kinda lost for what to do. I was just staring at the backs of their hair, low-key wishing I could see their faces for a moment because that felt more assuring. I had no idea how to pose or what to do, but mostly I was distracted by the fact that I was right next to Dunk's shoulder. Like RIGHT THERE. Like wut? And I was distracted by the vague passing thought "i could put my hand on his shoulder" but my actual thinking brain kicked in .02 seconds later and reminded me that that is Not A Thing To Do because Boundaries which I Care About lol and then I was like ok back on track what do you do in a photo and then I looked up and was like Ah Yes you Smile in a photo and by the time I remembered this I think they were already taking the picture so I'm fairly certain that I'm probably in the midst of starting to smile and making some uncertain confused in-between face lmao. Wish me the best on that but I will honestly be surprised if it turned out good lolol. They were rushing us through like crazy so I think a lot of us weren't really ready or expecting the moment the took the picture. But tbh I also don’t think they counted down for us? Then off we went...

Earlier my friend had told me how she'd told First "i love you" in the Hi-Touch and how he'd said it back and I'd been like, ohhh if I ever do another one of these I SHOULD SAY THAT. Because, you know. And then I was like, to heck with it I'm just gonna say it as I leave the photo op if I can. So I did, as I was walking off, and while he didn't say it back First did fully turn in his seat to see who spoke, looked right at me and I think said thanks and gave me a wai because I think I gave him a wai first but again y'all. My memory. Doesn't work. Head empty.

We returned to the crowd to watch the remainder of the photo-ops. For one photo, Dunk lifted an arm and flexed his muscles and a bunch of the crowd started yelling. Very funny.

Around the photo-op time, things also took a bit of a turn. If you know anything about this meet you might think I'm about to bring up First—but I'm actually not. (Yet.) I am talking about JOONG.

Who as the photos progressed, looked SO freaking done. With just, everyone and everything. He looked so tired y'all. We were like, someone give this boy a nap. Give this man a BLANKET and send him to SLEEP. So yeah, Joong looked SOOO tired and like he just wanted to go home. Maybe people were pushing boundaries up there, maybe he was just sleepy, maybe it was the staff rushing everything so fast—I have no idea. (For some photos even the boys weren't quite ready, in one First was kinda confused like 'wait we're done already?') But like, people were trying to engage Joong in poses and he was actively just. Ignoring them. Kinda too bad, though I'm not judging him. They'd been running for so many days in a row. Jet-lag plus multiple planes and three fanmeets in three countries in a few days, being up early for NYC meet and interacting with so many people all day long... god it must be a lot. I could never. By the time the 4:1 photos came around he seemed to be feeling a little better about things though and got into the groove again. Looked like he started having some fun.

But also, remember the angry staff lady? Yeah well at this point she was apparently up-to-here with it bc she yells at the crowd from the stage, where she is standing a few feet from First [they must've been between group and 4:1 bc he was standing] that if she saw one more phone outside of a bag she would remove that person from the room (might've implied 'and not let you back' i don't recall.) And poor First is just standing there with this lost lil startled look on his face that conveyed a combination of "you intimidate me" and "...what are you doing to my fans?"

But back to the fun stuff. Joong, who as I said was having fun again, did a pose with this girl who asked to stare into his eyes and he leaned SOOO close to her face and they're just staring at each other all firey-like and the whole crowd went wild for it haha. Good for her. xD Also I never noticed Dunk is taller than Joong but, he is!

Annnnd this is the point that I wrote in my notebook that "First looks sleepy now too... Something happened with First..."

He started using one of those scent inhalers from his pocket and vaguely looked like he was feeling allergic to something. We were actually speculating that it had something to do with all the perfume in the air, because even in the crowd some of us were having a little bother breathing due to the levels of it building up from all the attendees. This was apparently not the case though. Anyway, he was really not looking good and it was getting more and more obvious. Then all of a sudden, as the Shot to the Heart people (you know, those people who paid $100 for a 4:1 polaroid. This is not a judgement. If they didn't sell out in 6 seconds I might have got one too let's be real) are waiting in line to get pics, his cast-mates take his shoulders and walk him off stage. We were obviously really worried about him and hoping he was okay. So all four boys had left, and there was no word at all from staff about what was going on for a long time, either. Everyone was left rather confused and very concerned for him.

Eventually they all came back, all of them looked much more refreshed. First didn't look 100% better but he did look a LOT better. First was very apologetic. Joong looked WAY more energetic. They also all had gum or mints or smth now. Glad they got a rest break and some food/water probably.

When the photos were done and they left the stage for real, Joong hovered around one of the staff and was checking out his tattoos with much interest.

We took the next opportunity to go use the restroom and buy overpriced water etc but also to get me a freebie that was at a front table in the lobby that I hadn't seen before. Because, okay— the girl I met showed me what she got there and I was LOSING IT laughing. So when she said there was plenty more out there, I had to get one. Y'all, Joong would love this bahaha. Someone tweet him a photo of one.

I was like oH GOD. HELP. it was so funny. it's awful and it's wonderful. and they put it on a napkin. on a NAPKIN. oh my goddd stop

Alright moving on 😂 it turned out my seatmate friend had been in the wrong seat by accident, so sadly we couldn't watch the show together but that was okay, we had something else to focus all our attention on, after all. Thus, it was back to my seat (10th row can you believe it??) for the moment everyone had been waiting for......

THE SHOW.

The show was my favorite part. Hands down. It was during that time that I immediately knew this had been the best decision of my life.

Now, I am usually referred to as a quiet person. I can get a little loud if I'm being silly and having fun, but all in all, I am still—generally speaking—a sort of Quiet Person. When I tell you I SCREAMED MY LUNGS OUT. Full disclosure! I have actually never screamed at an event ever! I was like, I am here and I'm having a blast and I am going to go FULL fangirl mode and show these boys ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD.

Like, I get it now. I get why the boys love a loud audience. It was so fun. There was such a connection between them and the crowd, it was a way of communicating y'know? To answer their questions and respond to what they were doing and to show support and it was just so so lovely, and the vibes in the room were immaculate and hyped and happy and glorious—and FKJD were there and amazing and sharing this moment with us—and I don't have words to fully express how magical the whole thing was. I was on a high from it the whole time. I get concert people now.

The opening song when the lights went up had only Joong, Dunk and Khao at the start so I was a little worried about First, but he ran on soon after, just in time for his verse.

I'd learned as many lyrics as I could the night before and that morning, and actually managed to slide my way through a lot more than i expected. Anything I didn't know I just faked very well or cheered pff. I'd focused especially on Destroy Love with lyrics learning—which was soooo much fun to scream along with Khao. He did so well—they all did—all their singing was soooo good, and he was having such fun being a rockstar up there, of course, and the energy was great.

I had also focused on learning My Fuel. I actually knew some of that chorus already. Again, I didn't have all of it down but I scraped along my very best. I love First's song and it's his first solo OST so you knowww I had to give this one my best. Especially knowing First hadn't been feeling well, I gave that song extra. We cheered so hard earlier for him too, because he was apologizing for causing delays and ofc we only cared that he was okay and wanted him to know that. I was determined to be part of a crowd that made that boy feel loved, which very much worked . And LET ME TELL YOU, there are few better feelings than making First Kanaphan feel loved, I have to say. I get you, Khao. I get you. And bruh First got so emotional over it. I think that's when Khao said, "shoutout to my man, First Kanaphan." Atp First was just sobbing.

Ok back to My Fuel— Khao comes on stage to join him near the end, their first duet of the evening. And two seconds in, right after walking on, Khao just drops down his mic and starts crying. First walks right over to him and embraces him and it was really sweet. Look I figured they might cry at some point but I wasn't expecting it so soon haha. (Btw did they cry during the Brazil and Mexico meets? I wouldn't be surprised. Someone tell me lol)

Then Khao is like singing while choking back tears and First tries to join back in but can't and keeps giving up and they sung a little but eventually they just gave up and were all emotional together as the background track played. Afterwards they were like "sorry guys" but. We are here for them and the FirstKhao-ness of it all. That's one of my favorite recordings I took lmao.

There were talking segments that were a lot of fun, JoongDunk are SO HILARIOUS AND ENTERTAINING OMG. I loved them. (All of them, Joong included, were also in very great spirits for the whole show.) I do wish FK would've talked more, I think they didn't bc of the language barrier perhaps but they were really set on speaking English. But I enjoyed every moment nonetheless.

Joong was asked about the NYC fans and he said "you're all such pretty people" and said "I love your outfits and your makeup." <- circling back to that Hi-Touch moment—for the sake of my little fashion soul—I will be believing that I was included in this statement. (look it's not THAT unlikely okay. I mean a lot of people came up to compliment my outfit so i have some social proof here!! lol. thank u btw <3 I was also complimented by a totally random girl in the grand central bathroom on my way home which was very sweet hehe.)

So anyway I will be taking this compliment from Joong as if I were in his mental target-audience. I mean we can't prove i wasn't... Joong called me fashionable and pretty so there. 😂💖 And being funny as he is, Joong followed his compliment to the crowd by adamantly telling us, "you ATE" !!

(Speaking of eating, they also explained that First had been feeling nauseous earlier, Joong said it was bc of food or something. Thankfully he looked a lot better when the show came around. The whole thing was also delayed half an hour so maybe they got some extra rest during that time as well. Also we got so little info when it was running late like. First, he's fine. But fanmeet management could've been better ngl)

The boys were asked about their dream roles, and Joong was like "First should answer first. Because he's First." Haha. So First answered first and said "I would like to be a cat or a dog, so I can just go *meoooow* or *ruff ruff* and not need to learn a script" LOL. Khao was next and said, gesturing at First, "my dream role, I would like to be this cat's manager." 😂

Dunk brought back the prince on a horse thing and said he wants to find and fall for a mermaid that is pretty and cute (Joong) who in response, immediately sung the melody from the Little Mermaid (y'know the one where she loses her voice or whatever.) That was really funny. Joong then said his real answer is to be in a musical so he can perform in "a place like this" and he looked very bright-eyed at the setting all around us (remember how pretty the place was? yeah.) and then he showed off his very talented singing with funny snippets of different operas and stuff hehe.

When asked how they needed to prepare for their THK roles, Khao's response by some logic was "I needed to prepare for P'Kant's tattoos. They look really cool... On his body."

Dunk said he needed to practice saying "good morning, krap!" every day and he and Joong did a funny riffing about that and then tried making us all say it in the audience and were like no no no your delivery is all wrong. Dunk also added, "OH! And the crop tops!" and said he had never expected to wear crop tops before ha.

There were some different little games with the audience, one girl won and got to go up on stage with them for a bit. They had more lovely performances and Q&As. It was so so good. At some point they did an MSP song which I didn't expect but it's actually in one of my playlists so I was able to sing along with all the rest, everyone was super jazzed for that and based on the sound levels I think more people knew the words for it too.

Eventually it was time to say goodbye and it felt like the time went by so fast !!

The lights went down and that was that 🥺

I recorded everything so that'll be up on my vidding youtube very soon. I made sure to not watch through the screen though, i wanted to focus on how everything looked right in front of me and on experiencing that. just glanced up every so often. so the cam might drift from time to time? but from what I can tell it didn't do that for the most part so yay. It might not be the most high res but it's not crazy far from the stage either. play it small and it'll look fine haha

I had chatted with that girl from earlier and we planned to take the subway together instead of walking alone there, so I ended up with her and a bunch of other girls she met who were all super nice. First we hung outside the venue for a bit with the crowd, one chipper staff member wanted everybody in a video for starstruck media (oh speaking of podcasts, earlier on in the day I had a question for a volunteer and went up to ask two of them before realizing it was the two girls from the 'let's talk bl' podcast haha so I told them I recognized them.) Anyway then this dude was like "don't tell anybody I did this" (sorry man you'll never guess what I'm about to do) and did a yell call thingy so we all called it back and then he beeline ran back into the building, but some ppl caught his name so we all kinda just started yelling it and then he came back out and took a video smiling and twirling around in a circle of random concert-goers who continued chanting his name. All to say, everyone was in a VERY good mood after the concert and also VERY not tired of screaming about things. 😂 (as you might have guessed, my voice is rather rough today but fam I DO NOT CARE) We also got more freebies given to us, I got handed a little print of Joong, the one where his shirt is unbuttoned lmao and everyone around me was being jealous of what i got pff

Then I went off with concert-friend-girl and all the other girls and we spent like 30 minutes on the subway laughing and talking about how great the concert was and talking about FK and JD shows. There was one girl on the subway who had obviously gotten a freebie print from the same person I did at the end, and hers was of Joong but as Fadel in the THK scene where uhhhh. Well the one where he does a strip tease. And she had it. Taped. To her forehead. So whenever we looked over he was just staring at us and we couldn't help but laugh and she laughed too. I would've gone to dinner with the group but it was getting late and y'all I wasn't in bed until 2am as it was. So instead I said bye and they gave me advice on how to travel where I was going. On next subway, I was sat next to a girl who also got off at my stop and as we left the train I noticed we both had concert posters and we were like omg wait you came from there too?? so then we walked together for a while and gushed about it all. (social anxiety WHO. this event did something to my soul. i was thriving. usually i'm a shy extrovert but we really dropped the shy yesterday)

And then when I got home I gushed all over again to my family and showed them a bunch of videos xD

Back when I bought this ticket I sort of thought of it as an early birthday present for myself (i mean i would've gotten it regardless but) and when I tell you I could not have had a better gift EVER.

I MISS IT ALREADY AND I MISS THE BOYS ALREADY !!

If they ever come back, I will go in a freakinggggg HEARTBEAT. The way I just want to go to every event they have from now on ha. I'm not even kidding when I say I think this was perhaps the most fun and happy event I have ever been to ever. The amount of joy I got from this PLEASEEE. Literally when we were outside the venue I was smiling and jumping up and down from all the happy energy that I could not contain xD

I loved it so much and I love them !! We got such a great show from them and what felt even happier was the sense that we made it a great show experience for them in return. They seemed very touched. I'm so happy that venue was so full of love for them all. And god we need a way for FKJD to keep performing together make this happen somehow ! this era is unparalleled ! (as if we don't know this already) I feel so lucky to have gotten a ticket.

Anyway. This is probably sooo long at this point. This was such such a treasured memory and I wanted to write it out in full. If you came this far, thank you for reading hehe. I hope they come back to NY someday and I cannot wait for it <3

okie. off to go edit some footage together. maybe i'll share some fav moments individually on here too, some of the ones I mentioned in this post. :)

#firstkhao #joongdunk #fkjd #thk #thk nyc #mine

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✦ ˚ : · PIERCING THROUGH THE HEART · : ˚✦

pairing ☆ roy harper x fem!reader

word count ☆ 1.5K

summary ☆ out of boredom, you conviced roy to let you give him a piercing

warnings ☆ none

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Roy still remembered perfectly the first time you took off your mask —the one that covered your entire face— to reveal your identity to the rest of the Titans. His jaw had dropped slightly. Not just because you were gorgeous, but because you were covered in jewelry. A brow piercing, a silver septum ring, a hoop on your lip, and both ears stacked with piercings in a perfect arrangement, with earrings of different colors and shapes.

You were one of the coolest people he’d ever met. Your sense of humor always made him laugh out loud, you executed your part of the missions flawlessly, and although you sometimes came off a bit distant, whenever you were with Roy, you showed a warmth that completely disarmed him. That mix of mystery and sincerity had him utterly fascinated.

Roy wasn’t exactly sure when the affection he felt for you had gotten out of hand, but he was starting to realize he was looking at you differently. And it didn’t help that you always showed up with those impossible outfits and that attitude like the entire world belonged to you by natural right.

Sometimes, when you were training together in the Titans' training room, he'd find himself watching you a bit too long. He tried to play it off, of course. Or at least he thought he did. But Dick had already elbowed him a couple of times meaningfully, and Kory looked at him with a smile like she knew everything.

Now you had the tower all to yourselves, the rest of the team busy with different missions or personal matters. You’d spent the morning training, making fun of each other, then figuring out how to cook the simplest thing, only to end up ordering takeout.

That night, you both collapsed onto the couch, food on your laps, a movie playing in the background. It was bad. Really bad. The kind that isn’t even funny because of how bad it is. But it didn’t matter. You were comfortable. So was Roy.

Or at least, you both were until you'd been shifting side to side for about twenty minutes, sighing, turning toward him.

"I'm bored," you finally said, letting your head drop onto his shoulder.

Roy smiled without taking his eyes off the screen.

"Yeah, well, the script is a crime."

"I'm not talking about the movie. I mean everything. Bored of not doing anything."

Roy turned his head slightly toward you, just enough to meet your gaze a few inches away.

"You wanna do something?"

Your eyes sparkled with that mischievous expression he already knew meant danger.

"Can I give you a piercing?"

Roy blinked, clearly expecting something else.

"Sorry?"

"A piercing," you repeated naturally. "I’ve got my kit. All clean. All sterilized. I’ve practiced a million times."

You gestured at your rows of piercings. Roy blinked again, he had tattoos, several scars, but it had never occurred to him to get a piercing.

"You did those piercings yourself?" was all he asked, slightly frowning.

You nodded enthusiastically, clearly proud.

"All of them. Well, except the industrial," you said, raising an eyebrow slightly like it was a trophy. "That one hurt like hell. But the rest? Nothing compared to what we do."

Roy stared at you. Your relaxed expression, the way your fingers played with one of your earrings. The heat creeping up his neck wasn’t just from the idea of the piercing, it was from you. From how close you were. From how casually intimate the conversation had become.

"And what kind of piercing do you want to give me?" he asked, a mix of suspicion and curiosity in his voice.

"A small one," you said, sitting on your knees and looking at him more intently. "A hoop on your ear. No big deal. Won’t hurt. And it’s going to look amazing."

Roy hesitated. You were too close. He was feeling too much. But then you did it.

You smiled. That smile of yours that was a little cocky, a little sweet, and he felt all the air in the room collapse into his chest.

"Come on. If you don’t like it, it’ll close in a few weeks."

He felt stupid for taking so long to nod.

Twenty minutes later, you were in your room, sitting across from each other, your tools perfectly laid out on the table. He was trying to stay relaxed, but the way you were so focused, so close, with your cold fingers touching his ear, his pulse was through the roof.

"Which ear do you want it on?" you asked after picking the hoop.

"Which one is the gay ear? I want it the other one," he said completely seriously, like he was making a public statement.

You stared at him in silence for a second. Blinked once. Twice. Then burst out laughing.

"What?" you said, leaning back in laughter. "Did you seriously just say that? What year are you living in, Roy Harper?"

Roy shrugged, half-smiling, with that embarrassed sparkle in his eyes he got when he knew he’d said something dumb but wanted to keep a little dignity.

"I just wanted to avoid any misunderstandings."

"Sweetheart, if someone looks at you because of this piercing, it won’t be a misunderstanding."

You kept laughing as you leaned in again, grabbing his face to examine his ears, unable to hide your amused smirk.

"You're such an idiot sometimes," you whispered with a smile that hit him like a punch to the heart.

"And you're laughing too much," he retorted, raising his eyebrows. "You gonna pierce me or not?"

You rolled your eyes and moved closer, standing between his legs while he remained seated in the chair. You put on the gloves, cleaned the area with soft movements, and even though Roy was trying not to show it, his chest was rising and falling harder than usual.

It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t pain.

It was that you were so close. That your fingers brushed him so delicately. That you focused on him with so much care it felt like… like he was truly being seen. Like no one had ever touched him with that kind of intention before.

"You’re going to feel a little pinch," you whispered, as if that could prepare him.

"Go for it."

And you did. Precise. Fast. Silent.

Roy barely flinched, surprised at how little it hurt. But even more surprised by how you leaned in right after, checking the hoop with your fingers.

"You look… fucking good," you murmured. Your voice had dropped an octave. Your eyes locked onto his. Your hand still resting on his cheek.

Roy didn’t say anything.

He just looked at you.

Like it was the first time. Like he was seeing you in a different light, with a different truth. His pupils dilated, his breathing slow. His eyes so wide, so soft, that for a second, even you froze.

"What?" you asked, almost in a whisper, suddenly shy under that intensity.

Roy swallowed.

"I’ve always liked that you have so many piercings, you know?" he said without thinking too much. He hadn’t even looked at his own yet. "I like the one on your lip."

The redhead gestured shyly toward your lip, pulling his hand back before touching you.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "Although… doesn’t it get in the way when you kiss someone?"

You raised an eyebrow, not backing off.

"You wanna find out for yourself?"

Silence. You could practically hear his heartbeat. Roy looked you in the eye. Then down to your mouth.

He didn’t respond with words. You were so close, your lips so temptingly near his, that all he could do was nod slightly, as if that were enough to give the universe permission for it to happen.

And you kissed him.

Softly at first, barely a brush, like giving him the chance to back out. But he didn’t. On the contrary, he leaned into it, held your waist with one hand, the other still trembling slightly from gripping the chair as you came closer.

The kiss deepened, slower, loaded with a tension that had built over time and now, finally unraveling, felt endless. Roy wasn’t sure if it was the heat of your mouth or the cold metal of your piercing against his lips, but something in him had ignited like gasoline near a flame.

When you pulled back, only a few centimeters, breathing like it was hard to come back from the moment, Roy looked at you with a mix of disbelief and desire.

"Yup, doesn’t get in the way at all," Roy said, like he’d just confirmed a theory.

You looked down, a little flushed, and as Roy leaned in again, you put both hands on his jaw and turned him toward the mirror. "You like the piercing?"

Roy barely looked at it for a second, of course he liked it. You’d done it.

"I love it. I’m halfway to being as cool as you."

You let out a soft laugh, the one you used when you were too close to taking something seriously but still wanted to play. You stared at him through the mirror with an expression that was a dangerous mix of sweetness and mischief.

"I’m not as cool as you think," you said with a dumb little smile.

"Well, for me, yes, baby," Roy shot back, pulling you closer between his legs. "You are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met."

For a second, you didn’t know what to say. That comment caught you off guard. Because people knew you for being sarcastic, for your punk aesthetic, for not letting anyone get too close. But Roy always found a way to see through the smoke.

"You’re so silly," you said, running a hand through his hair. "How long have you liked me?"

"I’m not gonna answer that," Roy started. "’Cause it was embarrassingly soon."

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allthingsfangirl101 · 2 days ago

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Better Than Revenge – Jake Seresin

The story starts when it was hot and it was summer And, I had it all. I had him right there where I wanted him She came along, got him alone, and let's hear the applause She took him faster than you could say sabotage

Jake Seresin and I went through the Naval academy, time on a Navy ship, and the Top Gun program together. You'd think that two pilots who have been through so much together we'd be as thick as thieves.

Not us.

Instead, we've been extremely competitive, nonstop snarky, and constantly messing with each other. Outsiders think that we need to get a room and have our way with each other. To be honest, that wasn't the worst idea, but I never let myself think about it for too long. Seresin and I would never work. We only bring out the worst in each other.

Phoenix and I walked into the bar and instantly walked up to Penny to order a drink.

"Uh oh."

"What?" I asked, not turning around.

"You're not gonna like who's here on girls' night," Phoenix said with a small chuckle. I turned around, and my eyes instantly landed on Seresin.

"Well well well!" Payback laughed as he leaned against the pool table. "What are you girls doing here?"

"Don't you remember?" Seresin mocked. "It's Girls' Night."

"I want to be a part of girls' night," Fanboy smirked as he tried to flirt with us.

"Fanboy, I am only going to say this one more time," I said slowly. "Not unless hell freezes over."

I patted his face a couple of times, but the last one was a little harder. I turned around and grabbed mine and Phoenix's drinks from Penny.

"Let's go outside," I said, making a face. "The whole point of Girls' Night is to be away from these asses."

Phoenix laughed as she grabbed her drink from me and we walked outside. We hung out for a little while before heading back into the bar. The second we did, Seresin's eyes landed on me.

"How's it going, Blue Jay?" Bob asked as he walked over and ordered himself another drink.

"It would be better if you boys weren't crashing our Girls' Night," I smirked, slowly sipping my drink.

"Wasn't my idea," he said, instantly putting his hands up in defense.

"I've got a question," Coyote said, joining us, "what do you girls even do on Girls' Night?"

"We hang out, just the two of us," I shrugged. "Then we flirt with other Navy guys and get them to buy us drinks."

"You ever go home with any of them?" He asked, slightly leaning in.

"You jealous, Coyote?" I taunted.

"I might know someone who would be," he laughed, turning away from me. Confusion flooded me when I followed his eyes to see him staring at Seresin. Coyote glanced back at me and quickly walked away. When I turned toward Bob, he instantly tried to walk away.

"Not so fast, Bobby-Boy," I said, catching his arm. "Earlier, you said that coming to the bar and crashing our Girls' Night wasn't your idea."

His eyes widened. "I didn't mean. . ." He stuttered. I turned toward him and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Whose idea was it to come tonight?" I asked.

"No one," he mumbled.

"Robert," I elongated his name. "Whose idea was it to crash Girls' Night?"

For a second, his eyes glanced at Seresin. When he looked back at me, he opened and closed his mouth, unable to find his words.

"Was it Hangman's idea to come here and crash Girls' Night?"

"I really don't want to get in between you guys," he said, shaking his head.

"You already are," I said, making my voice slightly more threatening. I took a step toward him and lowered my voice. "Who are you more afraid of, Bobby? Seresin? Or me?"

"You," he whispered.

"Good," I smiled. "Now, answer the question."

"Yes," he said, his voice barely audible. "It was Seresin's idea to come here. He knew you and Phoenix would be here and thought it would be fun to. . ."

"To what?" I asked through clenched teeth.

"To intervene."

"What?!"

"Only if some guys wouldn't leave you alone," he tried to correct quickly. "He said we should come and protect you guys. He didn't say anything about ruining your night. He made it seem like we would just be. . ."

"Bob?"

"Yes?"

"Walk away."

He didn't argue with me. He put his head down and walked away. I leaned against the bar, my eyes shooting daggers at Seresin as he and Payback played pool. As I took a sip of my drink, Seresin looked up at me. He maintained eye contact with me as he made his shot.

I didn't bother to roll my eyes because that would've taken effort. Instead, I found the only other person who was just as annoyed by Seresin as I was. I walked over and got a little too cozy with Rooster. The entire time Rooster and I played darts overly flirtatiously, Seresin watched us.

At the end of the night, I took a cab by myself back to the ship. As I got ready for bed, all I could think about was Jake's obvious attempt to ruin the night.

Who the hell did he think he was? Phoenix and I were surrounded by guys all the time. We take one night a week to go out as just girls. The other guys had no problem with it, so why did he? That curiosity was still there when I woke up.

"Hi, Y/N," Jake said as I walked into the garage where we kept our planes. "How was your night last night?"

I froze and put out my arm, stopping him, too.

"Knock it off."

"What?" He laughed.

"I know what you did last night, Seresin," I said, moving so I was standing directly in front of him.

"I don't," he shrugged. He tried to step around me, but I countered his move.

"Stop getting in the way."

"Y/N, I don't know what you think is going on but. . ."

"There's no reason to block something you don't even want."

I never saw it coming, nor would I have suspected it I underestimated just who I was dealing with She had to know the pain was beating on me like a drum She underestimated just who she was stealing from

* * * * *

After Jake got in the way the other night, I had a plan to make sure he wasn't even around to get in the way. I walked into the bar and instantly found Payback. He was sitting at the bar, drinking with Seresin. I walked over and sat on the bar stool next to Payback.

"Hey," I said, "you want to know something?"

"Always," Payback laughed.

"I have never played pool."

"Want me to teach you?" He smirked.

"You'd be my hero," I smirked back. Payback jumped off his bar stool and turned toward me with his hand held out to me.

"My lady," he bowed.

"What a gentleman," I cooed. I took his hand and let him pull me off my bar stool. As we walked away, I couldn't help but turn around and send Seresin a smirk.

As Payback taught me how to play pool, I was well aware of Seresin watching us the whole time. That just made me giggle louder and playfully touch Payback more.

Several games and multiple beers later, I decided to go in for the kill. I put my pool cue on the table and walked over to Payback. I draped my arm around his shoulder and pulled him closer.

I leaned in and whispered, "You wanna get out of here?"

When I leaned back, Payback was smirking at me. I grabbed his hand and led him out of the bar. As we passed Hangman, I couldn't help but send him a smirk.

She's not a saint, and she's not what you think She's an actress, She's better known for the things that she does On the mattress, Soon she's gonna find Stealing other people's toys on the playground Won't make you many friends She should keep in mind She should keep in mind There is nothing I do better than revenge

* * * * *

Nothing happened with Payback.

Not that I didn't want to. He was the one who kind of put me in my place.

We were walking along the beach when he said something that felt like someone had dumped cold water on me.

"Why are you doing this?"

"What are you talking about?" I chuckled.

"Why are you doing this to you and him?"

I stopped walking and turned toward him. "Him?"

"Come on, Blue Jay," he laughed. "Everyone can see it but you two."

"I don't know what you're. . ."

"Hangman."

My heart jumped into my throat. "What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, starting to get defensive.

"You really don't see it, do you?" He asked as he studied me. He laughed when I didn't say anything. He sighed and patted my arm. "Maybe someday you two will get over this weird little fued and finally tell each other how you feel."

I went to bed that night, thinking about what Payback said. Whenever I thought about my and Jake's weird relationship, I never thought about it as anything more than enemies/colleagues. Whenever anything that other people would call flirting popped into my mind, I instantly had to correct myself. I kept repeating that we were enemies as I walked into training the next day.

I walked in, and my heart jumped into my throat when I passed Jake, checking on his plane. I ducked my head and forced myself not to look at him.

"Yo! Blue Jay!"

I turned around to see Jake standing by his plane, but his focus was on me.

"What do you want, Seresin?" I asked flatly as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Nothing," Jake said, a little too quickly. "I was just. . . I didn't see you leave last night."

Well, that was a lie. But okay.

"Where did you sneak off to last night?"

I looked over my shoulder to see him turning back toward his plane and started pretending to be working on it. I hid my smirk and decided to tease him.

"Doesn't concern you," I shrugged. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his head snap toward me. I turned around and laughed. "Calm down, Hangman. Nothing happened."

"But you. . ." He stuttered. I walked by him and patted his shoulder harder than playfully.

"Nothing happened."

I thought that would be the end of it, but Jake surprised me. I had just finished a flight with Phoenix and Bob. I was walking back into the ship when Jake caught up to me.

"I don't know why you're so pissed at me," he said half-jokingly.

"You know exactly why," I scoffed, not bothering to slow down.

"Ohh," he elongated with a laugh. "Are you angry that we accidentally crashed your little girls' night?"

I stopped walking and turned toward him. "Do you have a problem with me?"

"Wait, what?" He asked, his usual asshole bravado weakening.

"For some reason, you are always around."

"I'm confused," he said slowly.

"You never seem to leave me alone," I said, my frustration building. "The other night was not the first night you've crashed mine and Phoenix's Girls' Night. And then, as soon as I walked in today, you asked about where I went last night. You watched Payback and I leave! Which means you're fishing. You want me to tell you that Payback and I spent the night together. Well, we didn't. There. Don't worry. You successfully ruined my weekend."

"I saved you."

"From what?" I scoffed. "Having a sleepless night with a gorgeous man?"

"No," he said, strangely through his teeth. "I saved you from being used."

"That's kinda the point," I laughed. My smirk fell when I saw the look on Seresin's face. I lowered my voice as I asked, "Why did you feel the need to protect me from Payback?"

"Payback isn't the commitment type, Y/N," he said, taking a slight step toward me. "He uses a girl, gets bored of her, and walks away without any explanation. He'd break your heart. I was making sure he didn't get the chance."

"I appreciate your concern," I said, my voice still soft, "but I'm not sure that's something worth protecting."

"Says who?" He asked, taking another step toward me.

"Says the lack of any guy chasing after me."

Seresin took a third step toward me, now inches from me. I felt like all the oxygen was sucked out of the room as we stared at each other.

"How do you know someone isn't chasing after you?" He asked, his voice so low it sent a shiver up and down my spine.

"Because," I stuttered, suddenly unable to answer his question.

"Maybe," he continued when I didn't, "there is someone who has been chasing after you for years. And maybe this someone isn't very good at making their intentions known. Maybe he's been chasing after you for so long that he spends too much of that time protecting you instead of telling you how he actually feels. And by doing that, he's actually the one hurting you the most."

"Stop, Seresin," I whispered. "I can't. . . I'm tired of this. I'm tired of us dancing around each other. We've been doing it for years. Please stop all this 'maybe' and 'actually' crap. Just tell me the truth, Jake."

My breath got caught in my throat when he reached up and gently grabbed my face with both of his hands.

"I've been chasing you for years, Y/N," he said, his voice soft.

"Then maybe it's time you finally catch me," I whispered.

"I think you're right."

He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. The second our lips touched, I grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer. As we kissed, Jake slowly let go of my face and wrapped his arms around my waist. We kissed until neither one of us could breathe.

"There," he smirked as he broke the kiss. "I finally caught you."

And do you still feel like you know what you're doing 'Cause I don't think you do, Do you still feel like you know what you're doing I don't think you do, I don't think you do Let's hear the applause C'mon, show me how much better you are See you deserve some applause 'Cause you're so much better She took him faster than you could say sabotage

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gingerf1 · 20 hours ago

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Hello!

I have only just come back (a few weeks ago) into the f1 side of tumblr/fics after being away for a few years and things have changed! Like last time I was properly active Simi was still on the grid and Merc were still on top so I’ve missed….A LOT!

I have just finished reading some of your fics and I needed to quickly come over here to just say how amazing your writing is! It’s so well put together and gripping - like I would read until there was no more to read 😂

I have also (very recently) been converted to being not only a Max fan but also a Charlie fan! Do you have recommendations on people (aside from yourself) to follow so I can have more of them on my dash? What do I need to know about each of them? Any thing you think someone needs to know or just anything?

I used to be close to a few people back in the day but they are no longer active so really hope you don’t mind me bothering you and I’m sorry if this was too much!

Thanks ☺️ (and apologies again)

Hi! ✨

Welcome back! 💖 I totally get you, I’m an old F1 fan too. I didn’t realize it at the time, but my first crush was 2007 Kimi 🤭 (yes, I was a baby), and looking back now, it makes perfect sense. Turns out I’ve always had a thing for blonde, blue-eyed menace drivers, Kimi, Seb, Nico Rosberg, and of course, Max… 🫣

I kept up with F1 over the years, mostly watching races, but I wasn’t really active in the fandom. I was too young at first, and later I was fully immersed in writing JB and 1D fics on Wattpad and then College…

I only joined AO3 about two years ago, and I became active in the fandom when I opened my Tumblr to post my fics (mostly because I wanted more bottom Max stories 🤭). So honestly, I’m pretty new too, and a little shy… But I’m slowly getting to know more people here.

That said, here are some of my favorite blogs! They’ve got a bit of everything, fics, amazing and funny commentary on races, F1 world opinions, and the most beautiful Max appreciation posts (my personal weakness ☺️):

@33-16, @souvenir116, @autumnapricot, @saviour-of-lord, @grogumaximus, @laura1633, @scuderiamint, @scuderiadebauchery, @adutchlover, @scuderiafemboy, @verstappenalty, @le-stappen

I know I’m probably forgetting some amazing blogs 😭 but as soon as I remember them, I’ll come back and share! 💓 Promise!

I’m really happy to have you here 💕 On my blog you’ll find fic updates, lovely asks from anons, lots of Max appreciation (and a little Charles too), me crying over race results and cheering for Max with unhinged levels of love and hope, and of course, lots of chaotic fic ideas that we throw around for fun.

I hope you enjoy your time here, sending you so much love and the biggest, warmest hug 💝

P.S. Thank you so much! 🥹 I’m so glad you enjoyed my silly little stories, it truly means the world to me! 💗

#GingerVS asks!#my favs💕

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mcskedprisoner · 10 months ago

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Rules

Muse

Other Links (Artist credits listed here)

#spooky human behind the screen ; ooc ;#Do you remember how much fun we had together? ; promo ;#mcyt rp #dsmp au #dsmp rp blog #dsmp ask blog #mcyt rp blog

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umamaki · 13 days ago

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“do you think we’re together in every universe?”

rafayel raises an eyebrow at your question.

“like… you think our past lives are aligned in some way? that we’ve interacted in each lifetime before this?”

then you go silent, thinking about the answer to your own questions.

while rafayel is also silent, he thinks back to the sea, to a missing bride. he briefly wonders if your memories contain the same images as his. he lets himself hope so.

“anything’s possible, no?” he plays along, “who do you think we were to each other in our past lives?”

“must’ve been a lot. we’ve had many lives together… at least i think…” his eyes search yours for something more, do you really remember? alas, nothing found. you continue, “something scandalous would’ve been fun, no?”

“totally agreed. so a college professor and student.”

you laugh. “and you’d be the professor, you perv.”

“hey!”

“or two heirs of rival kingdoms.”

“two fish… who live in neighboring corals”

“...or in some kid’s fish tank.”

“that sounds like a short life.”

“but it was really romantic, you see. we were in different displays, all the way across the pet store. and then, finally, brought together into the same tank.”

“hm. i approve, cutie. our fishie selves died of starvation very much in love.”

how content the both of you were now. how utterly smitten you had to be with one another, to spend a slow morning thinking of all the past lives you could have spent together.

your conversation may have ended there, but the idea stays in your minds far into the night.

you take turns interrupting silences, coming up with new past lives. lifetimes spent as cavemen, the first humans on earth—those spent as citizens of an ancient civilization, being the last of their kind. you consider arguments you may have had, your breakups, if you’ve been married, have you raised a child together?

“but, what if this is all a past life? and we go into the next not even remembering this one. does that make this all… meaningless?”

you ask him in the darkness of the bedroom. the whisper travels across one pillow to another.

rafayel knows more about that than you think. for now, he’ll keep it to himself.

“even if it ends up forgotten, the present doesn’t have to be meaningless. i believe there’s something out there that’ll bring us back together once again. after so many lives, we can’t let our streak end here. wouldn’t you agree, my love?”

“yeah. we’ll find each other in the next one. i hope it’s good.”

from underneath the blanket, rafayel’s hand comes between you, with only his pinky raised.

“what’s this for?” you find yourself interlocking your finger with his anyway.

“this is me, vowing to never let my soul forget yours. to find you in our next life, no matter how long it takes to do so.”

each word flows from him so earnestly, you almost believe that something like it is possible. for a moment, all of your theorized past lives become your reality.

"…and i vow to always let you into my life when you do, and to love you as i have many times before."

rafayel releases your hand. "then it's settled. you can't get rid of me, cutie, even if you wanted to."

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motorsportbarbie13 · 2 months ago

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One New Voicemail (Oscar's Version)

your relationship with oscar through voicemails

(no warnings. this one was fun. credit to @lestapiastrisgirl for the 'accidental voicemail' idea. hope this one was worth waiting for!! wc: 2.6k)

Oscar Piastri has a crush

“Hi. This is uh…” Oscar had actually just forgotten his own name.

“This is Oscar Piastri. We met today on that tour?”

He’d been asked to do a Q&A session with a class of kids that day, visiting from the local primary school. You’d been there, a chaperone for your son’s class.

Oscar had briefly forgotten how to breathe.

“Yeah, I hope this isn’t weird or anything but...”

Pause. Now that he was about to say this out loud, it sounded super weird. He was going to murder Lando for talking him into this.

“Okay this is probably pretty weird but in my defense, Lando said this is what he’d do.” Another pause, heavy with the weight of regret at listening to Lando Norris of all people.

“Which was probably my first mistake, listening to chaos personified. Anyway…”

Now, where was he?

Fuck.

“Fuck. Sorry. So.” Oh God, this was going so so very bad “This is Oscar from earlier today. I had my PR manager find your number because…this is so embarrassing.”

Oscar’s chest feels like it might crack apart with how heavy this moment feels.

“I’ve just never seen someone so pretty as you are and it’s to the point where I have to just, suck it up and shoot my shot because I might just go insane if I lose out on a chance at even one single date with you.”

The confession tumbles from his lips, quick and thick with his accent.

“So. If I haven’t totally terrified you yet, call me back? I’d like to take you out.”

Click.

He kisses you

“Hi.” He’s breathless, chest rising and falling quickly. Oscar is distracted momentarily by the memory of the way you’d pressed your lips to his just moments before.

“Uh…Hi.” He stumbles.

“I hope that was okay to do. I just couldn’t stop thinking about how much I wanted to kiss you all night long.” He flushes in to the darkness, thankful no one from the garage was around to see him absolutely fold for this woman.

“Every time you bite your bottom lip when you’re concentrating is so fucking distracting, I could barely remember how to blink.”

The confession hangs quietly in the air, thick and warm like woolen blanket.

“Woman, you have ruined me and I am so thankful for that. I don’t think I’ll ever fucking recover from that kiss, my love.” His voice is rich, husky in a way that made your stomach twist.

“When can I see you next?” A pause, as if something pings in his memory.

“I know you have Jack full-time and I want to be respectful of that. So, you tell me when and that’s what we’ll do.”

He makes it sound so easy. You know it’s not. But if he’s willing to try, so are you.

“You’re in control here.”

Music to your ears.

“Okay. Call me when you get a minute. I just want to hear your voice.”

Click

He Meets Your Son

“I am in awe of you, woman.” Oscar’s voice is misty, airy in a way that tells of his admiration of you.

“The way you mother Jack is…God.” He chuckles, sighs and shakes his head.

“It was a sight to see. That little boy is so loved by you.” Your heart stalls at his words, at the sincerity in his tone.

“I cannot believe how good he was at that miniature golf today!” Oscar huffs a laugh, light and genuine.

“Lando is going to be so excited to have a potential golfing buddy in the future.”

Oh, he was making plans plans now? He was so down bad.

“You know how some people are just built to be a parent? That’s you, my love.” The compliments spill from his lips, as easy as breathing.

“Watching you and Jack together today, getting to meet him…” The awe in his voice. Like he knew how big of a deal it was for you to allow someone else in your son’s life.

You didn’t bring people around that weren’t going to stay. You had extended that trust to Oscar and he had accepted that responsibility without question.

Knew it was a privilege.

“You are raising one hell of a kid. I hope you know that.” He pauses, dragging in a shaky breath. The emotion of what he wanted to say, what he needed you to know sat heavy on his chest.

“How good you are. How well you’re doing. I know you know this,”

A pause.

“But in case you need a reminder allow me to be the voice of reason, sweet girl.”

Tears slip down your face, fast and free as you choke on a sob.

“You are a good mom and Jack is such a good kid. Call me after his bedtime.”

Click.

He babysits

“Okay, don’t panic.”

You do, in fact, panic.

“Everyone’s fine. For the most part.”

Somehow, you doubted that by the way Oscar was panting and breathless on the other end.

“No one is at the hospital. Yet.”

You were going to kill him. And Lando.

“I feel like I’m babysitting Jack AND Lando right now. Oh God, they’re causing a scene.” You hear the distinct wail of your six year old followed by Lando’s muffled British accent.

“Why’d I let him talk me into taking Jack karting is beyond me.” He shakes his head.

“Not entirely sure how I managed to get you to agree to this.” He muses.

He was going to be in so much trouble.

“Jack’s only gone into the barriers twice, which is only once more than Lando funnily enough.”

It was not funny.

“Don’t tell Lando I told you that.” Oscar says quickly and you chuckle.

“We just finished our third race, Jack finished P1 all three of them.” Oscar sounds truly impressed.

“That kid is good, babe! If you want, we can go to a proper track next time!” He knows he might be getting ahead of himself but the way Jack looked taking those corners as fast as he could push the little go-kart reminded Oscar a lot of himself at that age.

He shakes his head, dislodging those kinds of feelings from his head. The dangerous ones. The ones that lead to slow Sunday mornings and quiet Thursday dinners.

“Maybe Jack will race at Silverstone one day.” His voice goes wistful. Sentimental. Something Oscar generally doesn’t allow himself the luxury of doing.

But he’s begun to, with you. Little by little. Piece by piece.

“Anyway. We’re having fun. Miss you.” He almost says two other words, but catches himself.

“Say bye to your mom, Jack.” He calls quickly.

“BYE MOM.” Your boy yells gleefully.

“BYE MOM!” Shouts Lando.

Oscar groans.

Click.

An Accidental Voicemail

The TV plays softly in the background. Everything is muffled. It takes you a moment to realize but this wasn’t meant to be recorded.

“So, your middle name is Jack? Just like my first name?” Jack asked skeptically.

You’ve been sent to the spa that Saturday morning, one of Oscar’s rare weekends home during the season. Jack was thrilled to get alone time with your boyfriend.

“Exactly.” Oscar confirms.

“Did she pick you on purpose then?” Jack asks, voice small.

Oscar tilts his head. Turns down the volume on the TV.

“What do you mean, bud?”

“Well, she already knows my name so did she pick you because your middle name is Jack. I know she forgets things a lot so maybe she picked you so she’d have one less name she’d have to remember.”

The laugh that Oscar lets out is genuine and warm. He ruffles your son’s dark brown curls. They’re so similar to his, it’s almost spooky.

“I don’t think that’s quite how it works, kiddo.” He says gently, but there’s laughter at the edge of his voice.

“No, I think it is.” Jack says, all six year old confidence and bravado.

“I think it means you two should get married one day too.”

Oscar is quiet for a beat. Like he doesn’t quite know how to react to that little declaration.

“Yeah, that’s the goal for one day, little man. Would you like that? Your mom and I getting married one day?”

This was certainly not the conversation Oscar thought he’d be having today. He hoped he wasn’t overstepping but it wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t already discussed it. In vague terms, in ‘one day’, abstract conversations about quiet wishes whispered late at night in the darkness.

Jack thinks for a moment and then nods. “Yeah, I think that would be cool.”

Something tightens in Oscar’s chest.

“Well, now we just have to get your mom on board, huh?” Oscar says conspiratorially. “Hopefully she says yes.”

“She already told me she would.” He says it so casually, so off-handedly that Oscar’s heart nearly stops.

And then he glances at his phone. “Oh…sh…”

Click.

Thanks, Dad

“Hi. We have a problem.” He stops. Silence.

“Problem? No, that’s not the right word.” He reconsiders.

Oscar is always very careful with his words.

“A…situation? That sounds bad. Maybe it is? I’m kind of spiraling.”

Clearly.

“When Jack got into the car today after school pickup, he told me how his friends didn’t believe his dad was Oscar Piastri.” Your stomach lurches.

“Dad.”

The word hangs in the air. Heavy. Meaningful. Everything.

“He…seemed to catch what he had just said and got a little shy.”

Jack had shrunk back in his seat, realizing his embarrassing slip of the tongue.

“But then in the tiniest voice I’ve ever heard him use, asked me if it would be okay if he called me dad.”

Oscar had nearly driven off the road.

“I panicked. Should I have told him no?”

A pause. He swallows around the stone of emotion that’s blocking his windpipe.

“I told him he could.” He confesses.

It had been an easy decision. As easy as falling in love with you. He just hoped you wouldn’t be mad.

“I told him that he could call me whatever he wanted and if he wanted to call me dad he could.” Oscar paused.

“I should have asked you though? Maybe?” His voice was tight. Thin. Like he was second guessing everything coming out of his mouth.

“Oh, I am freaking out here.” He blew out a breath.

“Did I just ruin everything? Jack was super happy when I dropped him at your moms. All smiley and chatty about his homework.”

The words come quickly, like he’s trying to convince himself that this is okay. That he’s not seeing his very much desired future unfolding right in front of him.

“Then he gave me a hug and said ‘Thanks for picking me up from school, Dad.’”

Emotion chokes him

“Babe. I. What?” He lets out a breath of disbelief. Like he can’t figure out how he stumbled his way into such happiness.

“Can I? Can we…”

A sob concealed as a cough.

“Be a family? Please?

Click.

Interview Blunder

“Um. Hi. Quick reminder that I love you…” Oscar was away for the weekend, somewhere in the Middle East, for a race.

“But hopefully you listen to this before you watch the post-race presser.”

Oscar had finished P2 that weekend, the tail end of a brutal triple header. You hadn’t seen him in what felt like weeks. The sound of his voice was a balm.

“I just…” He drags in a shaky breath.

“A reporter asked me if I was excited to have a few weeks off and without thinking I said that I couldn’t wait to get back home to my family.” That wasn’t unusual. Oscar was known throughout the paddock to be family oriented.

“I said that I missed my son and was looking forward to doing school drop-off so you could have your slow mornings back.”

Silence. Oscar has never publicly claimed Jack like that. It was known in your circle that you two were serious. That Jack called Oscar Dad. That you three were a family.

But to the general public? No one knew fully grasped how serious it was.

“I didn’t mean to talk about Jack so publicly. I know you don’t want him in the spotlight.” His breath catches, like he can’t fully take in a lungful of air.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be claimed by Oscar. You saw the kind of relationship he had with your son, the way he carefully considered Jack in everything he did. You were scared of the public scrutiny, the way people always had an opinion on everything. All you wanted was to protect what was yours.

“Fuck, please don’t be mad at me.” The anxiety in his voice has your stomach twisting painfully.

You weren’t mad.

“He calls me dad and I think of him as my own, baby. You and Jack are my family and I slipped.” He hadn’t meant it. It hadn’t truly clicked, what he’d said, until he saw the look on Lando’s face beside him. The shock. The awe. The cheeky grin.

“I thought Sophie was going to have an actual anxiety attack. Crofty nearly went feral. Lando choked on air.” He chuckled. The reactions in the room had been priceless, even if he’d fully panicked as soon as the weight of what he’d said settled in his chest.

“I think Max even smiled a little.” Anything that got Max Verstappen to show emotion was a big deal.

“Anyway. Fuck.” He paused, his train of thought stalling.

“My point is that I’m sorry, I just love that kid so much. And you. I love you.” He says it as easily as if he’s reading the day’s weather forecast. Matter of factly. Casually.

“And you’re both my family and one day we’re all going to have the same last name and he’s always going to be my son and I just hope you’re not mad.”

Another pause. Like he’s trying to figure out if he needs to do more damage control.

“I love you.” He says again.

Deep breath.

“Okay. Call me. Tell Jack I’ll be home soon.”

Click.

#oscar piastri #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri imagine #formula 1 #f1 #f1 x reader

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aliceinborderlandsquidgame · 7 months ago

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One hell of a team | In-ho x Wife!Reader |

Summary: You will follow your husband anywhere.

Warnings: S2 Spoilers - Violence - Different back story for In-ho - Blood - Death - Use of (Y/N) - Reader gets called "love" -

The Frontman, the man with the most power within the island, to who the guards obey without question.

Was currently trembling under his wife pointed look.

"You want to enter the games?" You asked him, your tone cold and almost jugdmental.

In-ho calmed himself down. It was an idea that stayed with him after the death of the Chairman and even more with how player 456 had insisted the last two years in finding them. He had played before and won, he knew how terrible others could be, he had walked out like a new man, used the money for himself and you. Never really gave much thought on how many lives were lost.

But, for some reason he wanted to go again.

"Im going with you"

His glass of wishky fell onto the floor, the loud crash did nothing to bother you while you ate.

"No, thats not happening. I need you here to control the games and guards" In-ho started trying to get a valid reason to why you defenetly should not come.

"Oh, you need me to? Well I need you here. With me. With our family. How do you think I would do seeing you there ? I still remember how you got when you came back from these the first time"

"That was different" The Frontman said taking a deep breath "I wont be just one more player, it will be like when the Chairman went in"

"That still does not ease my mind" (Y/N) responded "Till death do us a part and follow you anywhere" you recited showing him your weeding ring. "Remember?"

In-ho felt his chest got thight at the sight and the memory of the small yet full of love weeding you two had back when life was more simple.

"Alright, you can come with me. Its not like you would wait for my approval" he responded smiling at the end "But no one must know that we are married, you understand that ?" He added now serious

"Of course, its what makes more sense, we will just casually meet there and see how it plays" You nodded to him "And please, better clean up that glass before someone steps on it"

"On it, love"

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

For the most part pretending not to know each other was easier than expected. While you knew the guards knew who you two were you were still a bit scared. Specially during the green and red light, since both of you had got separated and now you were froze in your spot.

"You need to move" In-ho said from behind his arm playing along "Follow me in the next sing, alright? Just take my hand"

"Im scared, im sorry" You said feeling guilty over wanting to be there with him and starting to fail on the first game no less.

"I know, I was too. But im here, just follow me"

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

You had to hide your smirk when he pressed the circle to go on with the games, you knew he would do it just to piss off Player 456 and make things more cahotic.

He went with the rest and stood besides you trying himself not to smile at you.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

The first approach to Gi-huns team was tense to say the least. You two had voted circle and even worse In-ho had been the vote that ended the tie.

But with his own charisma and yours you two got to be on his good side.

Till In-ho decided to talk, really you sometimes forgot who sassy he could be.

"And some picked umbrella?" He asked faking suprise when he had seen it on first hand. "Most of them died I assume"

You could see the look on player 456 and decided to be more sensitive

"Hey, dont be like that. Im sure they went in blind and did not know what it was about" You said keeping a safe distance so no one would think you two were together or knew each other before the games.

In-ho was having too much fun.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

That first night they both were in their respective beds. Still keeping their false relationship. However once (Y/N) was sure all were asleep she went towards In-ho who was awake like he knew she would be coming to him.

"Are you alright?" He asked in a whisper, worried that for her this would be too much.

"Im fine, I wanted to see if you were fine"

He nodded not saying a thing but taking her hand.

"Also, I saw you break that fight, really ? When did you even learn to do that ?" This made him smile and hold her hand thighter "Really! I only see you in your office all the time"

"You think I would come in here without knowing how to defend myself or you?"

She smiled at him, blushing in the dark. "No....I just thought all you did was be in your office and give orders"

In-ho rolled his eyes "Just wait till we are out of here, i will show you just how fit im"

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

The six legs game was both a chaos and funny. Honeslty you could not help yourself on hugging him and player 456 (who was slowly getting on your soft side) as you saw a team win.

However the shoots that came for these who did not survive were too much. You would swear In-ho gave the guards a cold stare because you would flinch sometimes.

"Hey, dont worry they wont shoot the ones who havent played" Player 456 reassured you with a calm tone

You nodded, knowing that even if you lost they wont shoot you or In-ho. It was still sweet to see him trying to calm you down.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

"Not a word" He said during the night when you two were able to talk again.

"I was not going to say a thing, but you did in on purpose or were you really missing ?"

In-ho closed his eyes knowing you would later get the recording of him missing during the game and use it against him.

"It was all planned" he said trying to sound as convincing as he could.

"Whatever you say Honey"

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

The game of making pairs gave you nausea because of the carousel kept spinning around. And the rounds were stress again. The worse part was getting separated from In-ho who find you seeing how two players were dragging you so they could have the number they needed.

You havent see him get that angry in years, his protective self being on as he pulled one from the neck and punched the other one.

He kept punching almost forgetting there was a game you two were supposed to play.

"Leave him we still need two more" You urged only for a guard to shove two confused and scared players besides you and In-ho.

"We got them" He assured getting your hand and going to one room.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

"In-ho!! (Y/N)!!" The worried screams of Gi-hun filled the place as he looked for both of you.

Even if he had promised to try and dont get attached to new players and survive he could not help but feel a connection with both of you.

"Gi-hun!" In-ho's voice called making him look over and see him coming towards the rest with you by hand something that made him curious but decided not to ask.

"Im glad to see you two alright" Gi-hun said seeing just a few bruises on you, and noticing blood on In-ho knuckles.

You catched his eyes and went to explain "He saved me" you told the rest looking at them then at In-ho who was looking back at you "I would have not made it otherwise"

The look of love you two shared was so genuine, some wonder if you two were together but trying to be discrete to protect yourselfs.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

"They will most likely attack us tonight" Gi-hun explained as he showed the fork the guards had left when the food was given.

The idea only assented itself when the men returned from the bathroom, with blood on them.

"And what do you propouse us to do?" In-ho asked all of the Xs were in a circle trying to listen to what Gi-hun had to say.

Gi-hun told the others his plan, honestly you thoguht it was nusts, it wont work. They were far suprassed on numbers but you had to shut yourself up.

You could tell your husband was both amazed by it and even kind of respecting it. Or at least that what he showed to him. He needed Gi-hun's trust after all.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

"Hide well" In-ho said besides you in a low tone "We can trust the guards but till they get here we cant trust the others"

You nodded knowing that very well since this was a typical phase of the game for years.

"We will be safe" You said holding his shoulder. "Do what you have to do, dont worry about me" You tried to make him feel at ease but he could not. The only thing that scared him more than anything were the other players trying to get to you.

"Just hang in there" He responded his forehead against yours.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

The fight was on its hot spot. The players were killing each other without a second thought.

Nothing like living it, even if you have seen this type of thing multiple times. Its was unnerving to see them just going at each others troath. The screams and cries were too much for a moment, the dark did nothing to help.

Thats when you felt it. Someone had dragged you out from under the bed and was now on top of you. You saw the player move their left hand ready to Strike at you. You tried to punch and defend yourself but the person on top was too strong.

A cold scream left your mouth as the fork pierced your shoulder.

You could not help it, the adrenaline and anxiety was getting on you.

"In-ho! In-ho help me please" You screamed for him, your husband the love of your life.

"Shut up, the next one will be your neck" The person said and for a moment you saw it. Dying in here and leaving In-ho.

Till you felt the person being pushed and the screams of them. You blinked trying to make sense.

It was In-ho, he had taken the fork from the player and was now piercing the neck of the player, not even leaving a chance for them to survive.

"GO HIDE NOW!!" In-ho ordered, he being scared himself and angry. He saw red when you were dragged and it was for the brutal grip Gi-hun had on his arm that he did not move faster.

You did as told getting under another bed and making sure no one could reach you.

"You fucking scum! How dare you lay hands on my wife" In-ho almost screamed too angry to see that the player was now dead. All his face and hands where covered in blood.

"Stop it!! They are dead, we need to continue the plan, the lights will be back soon" Gi-hun said taking him and pulling him away from the dead player.

"Get (Y/N), and be ready" Gi-hun told him trying to keep himself calm even when he was close to jump over and save you and In-ho. He wondered if he had hear it right, you were his wife?

In-ho did not waste time, searching for you in the dark till he noticed you. He went quick, pulling yourself out from the bed telling you its was him.

"Shh shh its me, its over dont cry Love" He said trying to make you feel better.

"In-ho?" He nodded and you cried harder "In-ho I was so scared"

"I know love I know, just a bit more alright? It will be over soon. Listen once the guards come in and we follow Gi-huns plan do not come. Someone will come and get you"

"Im going with you, im not leaving you in a bullet fight!"

"You know nothings gonna happen to me, I want you here, safe, alright?"

Finally you accepted.

"I love you In-ho"

"I love you too Love"

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

As In-ho had said when the guards got back after the fight one took you, Player 120 tried to protest but was put back in her place by other guard.

"You are under suspect of have been part of the riot. You are now eliminated from the games"

The guard said playing his role, starting to get you out of the room while you screamed following the act.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

"Apologies Madam, orders from the Front Man" The guard said bowing once you two were outside and out of reach from the others players.

Even if you were still breathing hard you nodded. "Dont worry, just take me to him". The guard nodded.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

He knew he was needed in the control room but refused to let you alone like that. He went to your share room, his heart broke at your image, bruises and blood over you. A guard was checking your shoulder but left after he order them to.

Silence fell over both of you as he went to you and hugged you careful not to hurt your shoulder.

He removed his mask to look at you properly.

"Im sorry, I should have never let you come, I should have stopped this sooner" He said with pain in his voice

"Dont blame yourself, I told you I was going in with you. This was not your fault In-ho" You reassured him feeling sad and worried over him.

"I cant not blame myself" He gently passed his hand over your cheeck "You are the best thing in my life and I almost lost you because of my own desires, never again"

You two kissed softly grounding yourselfs. You two were safe and together nothing else matters from now. Only the love and devotion you two had for each other.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

#squid game imagine #squid game x y/n #squid game x reader #front man x reader #the front man x reader #in-ho x reader

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sturnblue · 3 months ago

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𐙚 — movie night.

chris sturniolo :: reader

your friend chris came over for a casual movie night, but things didn’t exactly go as planned after he found something unexpected in one of your drawers.

warnings! smut. dom!chris. fingering. overstimulation. edge control. use of vibrator.

"can we watch cars? it's been a while since i last watched it." chris asked throwing his body against your bed. "are you serious?" you gazed at him chuckling and he nodded. "we already watched it like a hundred times." he shrugged, taking off his shoes.

"this is my side, by the way." you said pointing at the spot his was laying on. "too late." a playful smirk crept onto his face, making you chuckle, rolling your eyes.

"can we watch it or not?" he asked, impatiently. his eyes following you while you made your way to the other side of the bed. "yeah, sure." you didn't actually care, and, to be honest, you liked how funny it was to watch cars with him.

"why can you watch it at your place? i know nick's out, but you still got matt to watch it with you, since you don't want to be alone."

"yeah, he wasn't in a good mood today, y'know? so i'll thought i'll give him some space." he said, shrugging. you chuckled. "what about my space?" "oh, you don't need it." he gave you a soft but teasingly smile, and you rolled your eyes, pulling his face away.

"just put the movie already." you said smiling back, shaking your head. "i'm trying, but i can't find the goddamn remote" he complained, running his hands over the sheets, searching for it. "first drawer next to you." you said reaching for the light switch next to bed, making the room goes dark.

suddenly you remembered. "chris, wait—!" you didn't keep just the remote inside that drawer. "oh god." he lowly said. you froze, heat rushing to your face.

he turned around again, facing you. his eyebrows raised and a slow smirk forming on his lips like he'd just uncovered your deepest secret. "this is definitely not a remote." there it was. in his hands. your vibrator. a clit sucker, to be exact.

"chris— gimme that!" you leaned in his direction trying to get the pink toy out of his hand, failing. "didn't know you had one of these." your face burning. a mix of embarrassment and irritation. "chris, that's not funny, put it back."

"relax. i'm not judging you." he said analyzing the object in his hands. "i mean, everyone need to get some fun, y'know?" he was holding a laugh and you wanted the floor to swallow you whole.

"so, how often do you—" "chris!" you cut him off, burring your face in your hands. "what? i'm just curious." his giggles were driving you mad, and you knew he was never letting that go.

"i never used it." your voice muffled by your hands. "never?" he sounded surprised. "yeah— i mean, it's new and i never..." you gazed at him again, your voice low and clearly full of embarrassment.

chris turned it on, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. you both watching the small silicone toy slightly vibrating in his hands, and you involuntarily pressed your legs together.

"how many levels does it has?" he asked, his eyes never leaving the clit sucker. "seven, i guess." you lowly said. "seven?" he raised his eyebrows. "is it too much?"

"chris— look, i don't know, okay? i told you, i never tried. now put it back, let's just watch the movie, alright?" you said already done with that whole conversation.

"do you want to?" he looked at you. eyes darkened. "i'm sorry, what?" "do you wanna try it?" you chuckled "what— i mean, yeah, i brought it, so i'll probably try it someday, i guess."

"i meant right now." you locked eyes with him. your brows frowning in confusion, uncertain you heard it right. "alright, stop. that's not funny." you nervously chuckled.

"i'm not joking." his husky voice making you shiver. the vibrator was still on, and the low noise coming from it was messing with your thoughts. "chris." your breath was failing, heart racing. it felt like your body was betraying you.

"oh, come on." he grinned and shifted in bed, getting closer to you. you froze watching his movements. "i know you wanna try it. just... let me help you."

you watched him slowly approaching the toy to you. he started trailing it on your knees, slowly moving up to your thighs. your eyes locked again in his face, watching his eyes observing your legs, the vibration making your whole body shiver. the growing arousal not letting you think straight.

"what do you say, huh?" he gazed at you, eyes meeting yours, soft but dark. he licked his lips and looked down at yours. his eyes running through your face, waiting for an answer.

you slowly nodded and he sighed, a relieved sound, and smiled at you. without another word, he leaned closer, sealing your lips in a soft, lingering kiss. the vibrator still slightly working on your upper thigh.

"take your shorts off." he commanded, breaking the kiss, and you slowly obeyed.

he easily pulled you into his lap, your back laying on his chest, bodies intertwined. "do you think you can handle all levels, sweetie?" he whispered in your ears, slightly biting your earlobe. you nodded, biting your lips. "what's wrong, pretty? use your words."

"yes." your voice barely a whisper. "that's better." he turned the vibrator off and threw it on the mattress. his lips now on your neck. you closed your eyes and laid your head on his shoulder, giving him more access to your skin.

his hands roamed over your body, stopping at your thighs. his lips never letting your neck go. he slowly spread your legs, his fingers tracing soft circles on your inner thighs, leaving you breathless.

"you're fuckin' beautiful." every whisper leaving his mouth making you even wetter. his hands roamed up your body again, this time bringing your shirt with them.

now you were completely exposed for him, your skin against his clothed body. you arched your back feeling his hardness against you.

you gasped feeling his warm hands cupping your breasts. his lips savoring every inch of your neck, biting, licking, leaving little marks.

while one of his hands kept playing with your tits, the other went down your stomach, stopping inches above your sensitive spot. you closed your eyes and locked your fingers in his hair, whines leaving your mouth from anticipation.

his fingers finally touched where you needed the most, slightly spreading you open, feeling your wetness. "so wet, and all for me."

without waiting another second, both of his fingers completely entered your hole, making you bite your lips, trying to muffle a moan. "na-ah, i wanna hear you, pretty. let it out." you lowly moaned again in response, feeling his fingers slowly pumping in and out of you, while your walls clenched them tightly.

he brought his sticky fingers close to your face. "tongue out." you immediately obeyed, feeling his fingers in your mouth, making you taste yourself. "does it taste good, ma?"

"u-hum" you nodded, yours sounds muffled by his fingers while you were sucking it clean.

one of his hand resting on your lower stomach, the other grabbed the pink toy again, turning it on at the lowest level. heat running through your body with anticipation.

"keep them open f'me, 'kay?" he asked opening your legs with his free hand. you gasped feeling the vibrator on your skin, close to where you needed it the most, but still not enough.

"is it good here, babe?" he whispered and you shook your head. he chuckled. "no? you want more?" chris was teasing you, he wanted to hear you beg. "y-yes." you answered, voice low and weak, your body slightly moving, searching for what you were desperate for.

you moaned when you finally felt it against your most sensitive area. the vibrator lazily sucking your clit, still weak, but enough to make you squirm.

chris started slowly circling it against you. "better here, huh? turn the lights on again, i wanna see you." you nodded, seaching for the light switch again, turning it on.

you threw you head on his shoulder. his hand that was keeping you opened now on your hair, making you look down again. "look at it, ma. look how it sucks you." he pressed the button again, making its intensity go up.

you whimpered watching the pink toy in between your legs, sending jolts of pleasure all over you. "wanna try level three?" he asked already increasing the intensity once again. too much. "oops, i think that's four, isn't it, ma? we can stay here a lil' longer, what you think?"

"chris—" you whimpered, grabbing his arm. the small toy making your body twich. the tension quickly building up due the change of intensities. "i'm close." you warned, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach approaching.

"already? nah, i wanna try all levels before you cum, hold it." you nodded biting your lips, trying hard to prolong the inevitable.

the pleasure only kept growing and you lowly cried his name, not sure how much long you could hold it. "fuck— chris, lemme cum, please.

"not yet. we're still at level four." his lips were on your neck again. your body squirming, trying its best to hold back. your nails digging into his arm.

level five now. "chriiis." you whimpered. "keep holding it, ma. just be a good girl for me and hold it, alright?"

chris was rock hard just from knowing he was making you feel that way. feeling you squirm, hearing your pretty noises, the power he has over you, everything about it was driving him crazy.

"please, just... let me—" your words were cutt off by a moan, your legs uncontrollably shaking as you finally come undone. "fuck!" you screamed and chris bit your shoulder.

he increased it to level six. your legs acted by themselves, involuntarily closing together. "i said keep them open." he growled at your ear. "chris— too much—"

"oh, sweetheart, i didn't tell you to cum, now you're giving me another one." his legs intertwined with yours, holding you open and still for him.

you lowly cried, feeling overstimulated. your whole body was twitching, he got the intensity up again. last level. the vibrations and the way he was circling it on your clit making you roll your eyes.

"chris— i can't." you frenetically shook your head. "one more." he wisphered against your shoulder, kissing it, trailing a path of soft kisses up your neck. crazy contrast to what was happening in between your legs.

your fingers intertwined with his hair, gripping it tightly. "chris! holy shit—" you cried feeling both of his fingers inside you again. the overstimulation was too much, the aching pleasure making you arch your back.

"shhh, it's okay sweetheart, stay still f'me." his horse voice in your ear adding even more to the pleasure. "god, gonna cum again." you warned. your voice high pitched, completely lost in the moment as you felt your climax building up for the second time.

"cum for me, baby." he pressed the vibrator harder on your clit, his long fingers touching your sweet spot, making you see stars.

with a loud cry, you let yourself go again. your whole body trembling, weak. your legs desperately trying to close, but his grip on you tightened, not letting you do it.

you squirmed, feeling more sensitive than ever. "chris, please—" you cried and he took the vibrator off you, turning it off and throwing it somewhere in bed.

his fingers still moving inside you without hurring, stretching your walls, feeling everything. he didn't want it to end. he was already addicted to the feeling of you clenching around him, so tight, sensible, the pretty little noises coming out of your mouth, all caused by him.

when he finally stopped, you whined feeling him emptying you. this time he took his fingers to his mouth, tasting you. "so fuckin' delicious."

he turned you around, putting your chest onto his, both of your legs resting on either side of his body. one of his hands softly stroking your still shaking thigh, the other in your hair. he left a tender kiss on your forehead. "you did so good for me, beautiful."

you looked up at him through your lashes. your eyes were tired but soft. he gave you a smile, his hands stroking your hair giving you a comfortable feeling.

"i bet my dick could make you feel even better." he said, taking you by surprise and you laughed. "well, next time we could try that instead."

"next time, huh? movie nights just got a lot more interesting, don't you think?" he smirked at you, sealing his lips on your forehead one more time.

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snoopyracing · 4 months ago

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forever and always — ln4

part two of champagne coast pairing: lando norris x reader word count: 10k warnings: swearing and alcohol use includes: 100% pure fluff summary: life with lando after the italy trip or lando and you get your happily ever after.

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Life at the moment couldn’t be greater for you. You’d just gone on the most amazing week-long trip to Italy and in the process managed to upgrade your best friend into your boyfriend. You couldn’t truly ask for more, except for the screaming baby on the plane to give it a rest. Even in first class the baby’s incessant cries could be heard and you wanted to slap yourself for not remembering to pack your headphones into your carry-on.

You glance over at your boyfriend who’s sat in the spacious seat next to you. “We should have just flown private like you wanted.” You were trying to not have Lando spend any more unnecessary money on you then needed, lord knows how much he spent on you this past week. You’d told yourself that you could survive a commercial flight, it was only three hours back to London. You do it for work and when you visit Lando in Monaco, it shouldn’t be that big of a deal. Well, at least that’s what you thought a couple hours ago.

“What I wanted was to stay in Italy for another week.” His large hand finds yours and your fingers intertwine. “But I know my working girl has responsibilities and deadlines to meet and money to make and all that kind of stuff.” He lifts your intertwined hands up to his lips and presses a chaste kiss to the back of your hand, the simple gesture sending an eruption of butterflies through your stomach.

“Yeah well someone’s got to bring home the bacon in this relationship.” You joke, like Lando wasn’t bringing home a modest 30 million a year.

“Well, racing isn’t gonna last forever, so I am gonna eventually need you to be my sugar mommy.”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Your teasing causes a pink tint to spread across the apples of Lando’s cheeks and it makes you giggle at how easily you can get him riled up.

He slides down in his seat, trying to make himself seem smaller, all while still anchoring himself to you by his hand. “Nothing wrong with liking to be taken care of.” Lando has never not been vocal (at least with you) about how he in all honesty likes to be babied.

Sure, he loves taking care of you, but sometimes he just wants the woman he loves (you) to take care of him. Even before you two got together you were the person who would look after him after a particular shit race weekend and when he would visit you back in London he always seemed to just be able to let his walls down and be vulnerable with you.

“I like that you need me.” You state, which has Lando feeling even more warm and gushy inside.

“Never not gonna need you. You know that right? You’re stuck with me.” And Lando means every word that slips out of his mouth. He doesn’t know what he’d do without you in his life. For so many years you were his everything and now that he fully has every part of you he can’t imagine letting you go.

Your eyes soften at the man you love. There isn’t anyone else you’d rather endure this plane ride from hell with. Yet, with all the love you have for him, you can’t help but poke fun at him. “Unfortunately.” You say with a cheesy grin on your face.

“You love me.” Lando pushes back.

“Unfor-“

Lando interrupts you before you can push his buttons even more. “Wait, do you hear that?”

Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, your head glancing around the cabin to try and figure out what he’s talking about. “Hear what?”

“Exactly.”

And that’s when you realize that there is nothing to hear, because the baby had stopped crying. You think you’d forgotten what quiet was for a moment and to finally have it back was pure bliss. Though the little slice of silence lasts for a few short moments because as the plane begins its descent the change in air pressure has the baby crying once more. “Well, at least we know we are almost home!” You say trying to be positive.

“We could have still been in Italy.” Lando groans.

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Adjusting to life back in London was a little harder than you thought it was going to be. It helped that you had Lando with you this week, but you wished so badly to be back in Italy. The Thames couldn’t hold a candle to the Mediterranean Sea and you could only dream that you would wake up to the calming lull of the waves and not construction and sirens. And while you were slowly adjusting it seemed like Lando wasn’t at all.

When Lando was back in London for work he usually just stayed with you or Max, so Lando staying at your place wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but him not letting Max or his family know that he was back home was out of the ordinary. After the third day of Lando being a hermit in your apartment all day while you were at work you finally confronted him about it.

“Lan, I’m home!” You called out as you kicked off the world's most uncomfortable heels, your feet silently thanking you as they felt the cool flooring beneath them.

“Kitchen!” You hear him holler back and by the smoke free air you’d have to conclude that he wasn’t trying to cook you dinner. Instead you find him standing at the counter in the middle of making himself a cup of tea. Your hands sneak around his waist, resting your head on his muscular back. A content sigh escapes past his mouth and you feel his free hand settle on your arm.

“Hi baby. How was work?”

“Very long and tiring. I’m glad to be home.” You reply before placing a kiss on his shoulder.

Lando says nothing as he moves to grab your arm, leading you towards the couch. And by some miracle he sets his cup of tea down on the coffee table spill free while he pulls you into his side as you two plop down. “Missed you while you were gone.” His words are slightly mumbled as he plants a kiss onto the top of your head.

Moments later his phone buzzes and your eyes can’t help but glance at the screen as he pulls it out of his sweatpants pocket. You barely see the contact name of your shared friend across the screen before he’s locking his phone and sliding it back into his pocket.

“Lando.” His fingers ghost up and down your arm as he hums in response. “Why have you been ignoring Max?” You weren’t trying to pry into his business, but what you were saying was true. You’d seen the unread texts and for Lando to ignore his best friend, especially when he was back in England, was very out of character for him.

His movements halted and you can hear the gears in his pretty little head turning. “I’m not ignoring him.”

You shift on the couch so you can properly look at him. “Lando. You’ve been holed up in my apartment ever since we got back. What’s going on? You ignore Max’s texts to make plans. I see the missed calls from your parents. Are you second guessing things or do you not want people to know about us?”

Lando’s eyes nearly bulge out his head at your suggestions and he’s reaching out for your hands faster than lightning. “Oh god no. God. No no no. Never in a million years would I not want to be with you.”

“Then what is going on?” Your eyes soften at the man you love as you try to understand what’s going on in his head.

“It’s quite selfish of me.” He finally admits with his head hung low while you rub your thumb across his knuckles, encouraging him to continue. “I know this sounds ridiculous, but I don’t want to have to share you with anyone quite yet. You going to work I can handle, but god we haven’t even gotten to really spend time together as a couple. Summer break is going to be over very soon and then that’s a whole nother beast we have to figure out and I know I’m very in my head about all of this but I just want you to myself for as long as I can. I don’t want other people’s opinions about you or our relationship to be all over the internet either. God why am I so in my head?” .

Your heart swells at Lando’s words and while you understand how he feels, you know you’ve got to talk some sense into him as well. “I get it. We’ve been living in our own bubble this past week and now it’s even better that we’re together. It’s like the real world and reality are out to get us, but baby that’s life. And really I don’t give a fuck what anyone on the internet says about me or us because they’ve been saying stuff for years. It’s not anything new– I know what’s real between us and that’s all that matters to me and it should to you also.”

You give his hands a reassuring squeeze, trying to convey just how serious you were about all of this.

“Plus, I’m not worried one bit about once you start racing again, sure I’ll miss you when I can’t come with you, but we’ll make it work. What I am worried about though is you isolating yourself. I love that you love spending time with me, but Lan you gotta not let the anxiety of life get into your way. Even with this crazy life that you live you’re lucky enough to have people who care deeply about you and the rare occasion that you aren’t in England for more than a day or work and you chose to ignore them is not good for you. So take your phone out and tell Max that we’ll be over at his place Friday.”

Lando sighs as he internalizes your words. Everything you had said was right. You always know how to get into his head and talk him off his anxiety induced edge. He can’t recall how many times you’d been there for him during a bad race weekend— granted this was nothing like that, but nonetheless he knows he can always confide in you and that you’ll always be there with love and the right words to say.

And like the obedient boyfriend he is– he slips his phone out of his pocket and quickly sends Max a text. “Why not Saturday? Don’t you work Friday?” He asks.

You shrug your shoulders at him like it was no big deal. “I got Friday off and we have other plans for Saturday.”

“With your friends?”

“No. We are having dinner with your family. I’ve been texting your Mom occasionally ever since we got back. Someone had to let her know her son was still alive.”

Lando’s cheeks turn red in shame, he’s a known certified Momma’s boy and he knows his Mother was probably worried sick about him these past couple days. “I’ve always said she likes you more than me.”

“Yeah well I actually respond to her messages.” You tease as you tuck yourself into Lando’s side, the couch pulling you in deeper.

Silence fills the room for a few moments and it’s tranquil– golden hour cascading through your floor to ceiling windows as the two of you cuddle up on the couch, the feeling of Lando’s fingers running up and down your back as you listen to his steady heartbeat.

“Thank you.” Lando is the one to break the silence, his voice soft and meaningful. You hum in response, waiting for him to continue. “Thanks for getting me out of my head. You’re my person, you know that? Don’t know what I’d do without you.”

The sun filtering into the room makes the golden brown flecks in his eyes pop even more and you can’t believe that this beautiful and caring man that you’ve had in your life for so long is now actually yours and that maybe if you would have opened your eyes sooner you could have had him this way for even longer.

“I love you.”

Lando’s face erupts into a smile and you can’t help but lean into his hand as it moves to cup your face.

“I love you too.”

He leans in for a kiss and when your lips meet you swear it’s like you're kissing him for the first time again. There’s something so enthralling and intoxicating about kissing Lando and you pray it’s something you never grow tired of.

“Can you really blame me though, for wanting to stay locked away with my sexy, stunning, intelligent, caring, and breathtaking girlfriend?” Lando states as you two resume your prior positions on the couch, soaking in this serene evening together.

“Wow, that's a lot of adjectives.” You reply as a slight giggle escapes from you.

“I can name some more if you’d like.”

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Friday comes in the blink of an eye and before you know it you’re standing next to Lando as he knocks on the door to Max’s apartment. The solid white door swings open and there stands Max with a mischievous look on his face.

“Thought you two had fucked off and decided to move to Italy.”

“It’s still a possibility.” Lando states as he walks in behind you.

“Don’t be bitter because you weren’t invited Fewtrell.” You chime in.

The three of you settle in the living room and it reminds you of old times before Lando moved to Monaco. When you’d all be gathered at someone’s place and life seemed simpler. Things have changed drastically since then, but you know you’ll always have these two annoying guys in your life.

“I’m not bitter. I’ve third wheeled enough in our friendship to know when I’m not wanted.” Max is chomping at the bit to know what went down on your trip and if nothing had he thinks his two best friends may have one collective brain cell that they share between them. “Soooo. How was Italy? Romantic?”

Your eyes quickly dart over to Lando who’s seated in one of the chairs slightly to your left, while Max is sitting on the couch opposite of the one you’re residing on. Max was clearly digging for information and according to someone else in your friend group, Max had a large amount of money that he had bet on the two of you coming back from Italy and being together. So Lando and you had decided to make Max work for his prize– nothing like a little lying and mental warfare while spending time with friends right? You see that mischievous look in Lando’s eyes and then he open’s that pretty little mouth of his.

“Did you know pizza was apparently invented in Naples?”

Max furrows his eyebrows at Lando, surprised at the fact that was what came out of his mouth. “I didn’t.”

“Yeah. Think we ate our body weight in pizza this past week. Gonna have to hit the training hard before the season starts back up.” Lando is acting too nonchalant about the trip and you can tell Max is listening for any little slip up.

“Hmm is that so?” Max glances over in your direction and you know your next in line for his interrogation. “Y/N.”

“Max.”

“How was Italy?”

“It was great. We ate lots of good food, went sightseeing, went to the beach, and relaxed. Everything you’d do on a trip to Italy.”

Max still isn’t satisfied with anyone’s answer. To him there was just no way that something didn’t happen between you two on that trip and he was going to get the truth out even if it killed him. “Nothing exciting happened?”

You shrug your shoulders as you glance over at Lando– wanting him to take the reins on this one. You can see the gears turning in his head all the while Max is getting antsier by the second waiting for someone to respond.

“Well, Y/N did meet a guy.”

There’s a shocked look on both Max’s face and yours at Lando’s words. Even with your little plan in place you didn’t think Lando was going to say that or honestly bring up that night ever again, but he did and he’s thrown Max for a loop at the same time.

“You met a guy?” Max asks you. He isn’t sure if he heard Lando right and he’s really starting to wonder how this trip could have gone this horribly wrong.

“Yeah. We went out to a bar one night and I started talking to this guy. He was really nice and happened to be from London. He’s my most recent follow on insta if you want to see what he’s like. His name is Harry.” You hadn’t bothered to unfollow him and at this moment you guess it was a good thing you hadn’t.

Max thinks the world is ending right here in his apartment. How could his best friends be so fucking stupid? How could they go on a trip by themselves and not see how utterly in love they were with each other?

He pulls up your instagram and finds the guy's account– sure he’s attractive, but there’s never going to be the connection there that Lando and you have. Anyone with two working eyes and a brain could see that and as Max locks his phone and tosses it on the couch cushion beside him he thinks he should make an appointment for both Lando and you to go see an optometrist and neurologist.

“He seems like a nice lad.” Max had given up. If anything did happen you two were clearly dead set on not giving it up, so he’d try again another day. If Max knew one thing it was that consistency was key and being annoying about his best friends being in love was one thing he will always be consistent about.

“Yeah I think he’d fit in really well with our friend group.” The look on Max’s face is nothing shy of disgust and out of the corner of your eye you can see Lando fighting back his laughter. You know if you fully look at Lando that you’ll break so you focus on Max who seems to be going through the five stages of grief.

“Right. Well Lando I’ve got a couple things I need to go over with you for Quadrant. Let me go get my laptop real quick.” Max has no issue with changing the subject at this point— the mere idea of that guy joining your friend group was completely out of the question.

Once Max was out of earshot you immediately turned your attention to Lando.

“Oh he’s absolutely fuming.” Lando states, his voice slightly higher from trying to suppress his laughter. You can feel the giggles rising from within you and it’s like in school when you aren’t supposed to be laughing, but everything is way more funny because of it. It’s not even that funny of a situation, but Lando and you are nearly beside yourselves over it.

Before you both completely lose it Max waltzes back into the living room with his laptop in hand. The two of them go over clothing ideas and mockups for sometime while you calm yourself and scroll through your phone.

“Ok one last thing- the redesign for the website. I’ll send the test link to your phone and see if there’s anything you want to look different on the mobile site.”

Lando pats his pockets and realizes he forgot his phone in the car. “Shit. Hey baby can you please run to the car and grab my phone.” He’s tossing the car keys to you and you’re catching them before Max can get his brain and his mouth to work fast enough.

“Sorry! What?!”

You stand there confused, Lando’s keys jingling in your hands.

“What’s wrong?” Lando asks.

Max doesn’t know what to think at the moment. “You just called Y/N baby!“

In all honesty Lando didn’t even realize the term of endearment had slipped past his tongue and from the way you reacted it seems you didn’t either. But Lando and you share a knowing look and instead of panicking you decide to just run with the situation.

Lando scoffs, like Max had just suggested the most outrageous thing. “No I didn’t”

“Yes you did!” Max’s eyes look like they are about ready to bulge out of his head as he speaks.

“Max he literally didn’t. I think I would know if Lando called me baby.”

“Stop gaslighting me!” Max knows what he heard, he’s not stupid or crazy like the two of you are making it seem. His eyes dart back and forth between Lando and you, trying to see if he can read your faces, but it’s useless.

“Alright well I’ll be right back. Lando maybe try to calm Max down.” You state before swiftly leaving Max’s apartment before you break character.

While you’re gone Max doubles down on his interrogation of Lando, but all Lando does is deny deny deny. His PR training coming in handy at this moment in time. It doesn’t take long for you to get back and when you hand Lando his phone and keys Lando can’t help but fan the fire some more by intentionally letting that little four letter word slide right off his tongue.

“Thank you baby.” His hand lingers on yours for way longer than need be. The simple skim of his fingers across your skin sends a shiver up your spine. You don’t even get time to respond to Lando before Max’s big mouth is hollering once more.

“I know I’m not going crazy. I heard that clear as day! Now would you two quit fucking with my head and tell me you finally opened your eyes.”

There’s an unspoken agreement between Lando and you as you shift your gaze towards him, a shrug of the shoulders and both of you knowing that if you continued to screw with Max he’d probably start to make your lives hell. So, you take a seat on the arm of the chair that Lando is still residing in and like a magnet he’s snaking his arm around your waist–pulling you closer to him.

Max sits there eyeing the both of you, your current positions tell him nothing, as your closeness and touching was nothing out of the ordinary for you two, but it’s what comes out of Lando’s mouth seconds later that has Max’s eyes as wide as saucers.

“Better call Ed and let him know he owes you some money.”

He knows what that means and has clearly been waiting for it to happen, but actually knowing now has him somehow not believing that Lando is telling the truth. “Are you guys fucking with me again or is this for real?”

“What you want me to physically tell you that Y/N and I are together? That we finally realized that we’ve been in love with each other for an unreasonably long time and made everyone close to us crazy for years?”

Max sits there dumbfounded, for someone who had been wanting to finally hear this news he just can’t believe it had finally happened. “Well yeah I guess.” He watches his best friends as their hands intertwine and when they look at each other he can see the love radiating between them.

It had always been there– the love, but there was something different between them now that they’ve become partners like the missing pieces of the puzzle had finally slotted into place. He’s happy that his best friends finally have each other in the way they were meant to and perhaps that he has a little more money in his pocket. “Alright well now can you actually tell me how Italy was?”

“Well first of all. It wasn’t just you and our other friends that were annoying about us. I think everyone in Italy thought we were a couple before we even realized how we actually felt.” And so you tell Max all about Italy and how special it is to the two of you now.

“See now why couldn’t you have just told me all of this in the beginning instead of fucking with me?” Max exclaims.

“Well that’s no fun is it?” Lando rebuttals. “Think about how funny of a story that will be to tell at our wedding one day?”

You feel your heart start to rabidly race and a heat spread throughout your body at Lando mentioning your wedding. You guys had only really been together for like a week and he’s already casually mentioning marrying you? You weren’t trying to freak out, but what the fuck? Your ears are ringing and it’s like your mind has left your body for a second, but the one thing that brings you back to Earth is the feeling of Lando’s hand squeezing yours.

When you look down at him and he looks at you with those pretty eyes that seem to be an enigma of colors and that smile of his that could make you feel better even on the shittiest of days you just somehow know that he is the man you’re going to marry. You couldn’t imagine yourself marrying anyone but him. And yes it’s early, way too early to be thinking about marriage in this relationship, but if Lando asked you in a couple months to get married during the Las Vegas GP by some Elvis impersonator in a little church on the strip– you’d say yes in a heartbeat.

“Well as long as I’m your best man.” Max states.

“Who else would it be?”

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The three hour drive from London to Lando’s childhood home the following day is spent trying to figure out how you should announce to his family that you two are together. You’d gone over every scenario, but they either seemed too awkward or just unnecessary.

“We could just say ‘hey we are in love and in a relationship’ as soon as we walk into the door.” Lando suggests.

“Do we even really have to tell them?” You counter, knowing you are both totally overthinking this situation. “I mean couldn’t we just let them find out through social media or something?”

Lando scoffs at your suggestion and he doesn’t even have to speak for you to know that your idea wouldn’t work with his family, especially his Mother. Cisca would never let you both hear the end of her finding out about you two over social media, especially when she’s been not so shy about expressing how she felt about you two.

The English countryside passes by in a blur as you stare out the car window, you’d given up on figuring out ideas and decided to enjoy the view and the feeling of Land’s hand in yours as you continued the journey.

“If my family didn’t know that you were coming I could have just called and said I was bringing my girlfriend home for them to meet.” Lando states from the driver's side. Now it’s your turn to scoff, but Lando doesn’t seem to be backing off the idea. “Seriously, we could surprise them.”

“Lando, that's not a good idea. You’re gonna be in deep shit with your Mom.”

“I’ll just call and say that you aren’t coming and that there’s someone that I’ve been wanting them to meet for awhile.” He thinks there’s nothing wrong with his plan, but you know he’s gonna get his ass chewed out by his Mother. You love Lando dearly, but he’s also stubborn and sometimes you have to just let him learn his lesson. You can’t even tell him it'll be your funeral before you hear the phone ringing. Cisca picks up rather quickly and you decide to keep quiet in the passenger seat.

“Hello darling. Are you guys almost here?” Her voice echoes through the luxurious car.

“Yeah we’ve got a little under an hour left.”

“I can’t wait to see you and Y/N. Can she hear me? Hello my love! I’ve got a little gift for you when you guys get here. I saw it when I was out shopping the other day and I just thought of you instantly.”

You want to speak up, already feeling the guilt creep in over this and Lando hasn’t even opened his big mouth to speak yet. You look over at him with pleading eyes, trying to convey just how much he shouldn’t do this, but he’s waving you off and you know this is when Lando has signed his death certificate.

“About that. So Y/N isn’t coming to dinner. There’s actually someone else that I’ve been wanting you to meet.”

There’s silence on the other end for some time and anyone would think Cisca had hung up or the line had disconnected, but the call time on the screen keeps going. “Mum are you still there?” Lando finally breaks the deafening silence.

“Am I on speakerphone?” She replies and you know Lando is about ready to get yelled at. If there was one thing you knew about Lando’s Mother, it was that she didn’t play around when it came to you, especially if it involved Lando.

“No.” Lando says confidently like her voice wasn’t echoing throughout the car.

“I know I raised you better than this Lando. Y/N and I have been talking and she literally planned for all of us to have dinner. For you to uninvite her and then decide to bring some random girl in her place is absolutely horrible Lando. She said you guys had a wonderful time on your trip and that you had been staying at her place this week so I don’t know what is going on, but this better be a joke. If it’s not you’d better pray that you don’t lose the one person who cares so deeply about you. I’m so disappointed in you son, but we will talk more when you get here. Oh and hopefully the girl you decided to bring likes my roast dinner. I know it’s Y/N’s favorite meal I make so I was going to surprise her with it. Anyways I’ll see you in a little bit.”

There’s no goodbye’s exchanged or time for Lando to reply, just Cisca hanging up on her son and then music that was playing before the call filling the air once again. You so badly want to tell Lando that you told him so, but from the blank look on his face and the thousand yard stare he’s got going on, you think perhaps that wouldn’t help the situation any.

“I should have listened to you.” He finally says, the stupidity of his idea fully sinking in now that his Mother reprimanded him over the phone.

You shrug your shoulders at him, fully knowing he should have, but not wanting to rub it in his face. “Hopefully once she sees me your wrongs will be forgiven.”

“God, we can only hope.”

By the time you pull into the driveway Lando’s already thought of ten different ways his Mother could kill him and when he’s getting out of the car and heading up to the front door he’s thought of eleven. Usually his family would be opening the door to greet them by the time they pulled into the driveway, today was a different story. The decadent smell of his Mom’s cooking hits both of you in the face as soon as you enter the house and you’re so glad you’re actually here and not back at home like you were supposedly meant to be.

“Mum! I’m home!” Lando hollers.

“In the kitchen.”

So you slowly traipse behind Lando towards the kitchen, letting him be the one to greet his Mom. He stops just past the doorway, his Mom standing at the counter peeling potatoes, while you’re slightly hidden behind him. “Smells amazing.” He figures starting out with a compliment wouldn’t hurt his situation any.

“Thank you.”

You can’t exactly see Cisca, but you know just from the tone of her voice and the fact that she doesn’t have her son wrapped up in her arms right now tells you she’s still upset with him. The sound of the peeler against the potatoes is getting more rapid and aggressive– you’re thankful to not be a potato right now. You can slightly see her over Lando’s shoulder and she’s still got her back turned to you both still as she speaks once again.

“Are you going to introduce me to your girlfriend?”

Lando steps to the side, nudging you to step into his previous spot. You know Cisca will be thrilled when she sees you, but you’re still a little nervous after seeing the ever apparent cold shoulder that she’s giving Lando right now. You hear the peeling stop as you step into the kitchen and when Cisca turns around to see the supposed mystery girl, the peeler drops to the ground with a clang.

“Y/N! Oh my darling!” A look of shock, excitement, happiness, and slight confusion washes over her face as she’s practically running towards you and wrapping you up in her arms. “What are you doing here? Lando said you weren’t coming?” She pulls back from the hug and just stares at you, like she’s trying to figure out if you’re actually here.

“Surprise!” You say with a smile.

She looks back and forth between you and Lando, who unbestowed to you has the biggest grin on his face. And then like a switch that was flipped her jaw drops and she grabs your shoulders like she’s afraid you’ll run away. “Wait a minute.”

You feel Lando delicately place his hand on the small of your back as he moves right up against you. “Mum can you stop hogging my girlfriend please.” And you can hear the smile on Lando’s face as he speaks.

The look on Cisca’s face you would have thought Lando had just won the driver’s championship. “Oh my god finally! My love I’m so happy you’re here. If it hadn’t been you that I saw when I turned around I think I would have had to knock some sense into my hard headed son.” She’s wrapping you up in another bone crushing hug and it’s one of the best feelings in the world to be embraced by someone who truly cares about you.

“Well to be fair I think we both needed some sense knocked into us a long time ago.” You joke as Cisca finally frees you.

“Yes, but this is how it was clearly meant to be. I’d always said you two were meant for each other and that one day eventually you’d open your eyes and hearts and realize that your other half had been with you all along.”

You can see tears start to well up in her eyes.

“God I’m just so happy that you’re here. My heart broke when Lando had said you weren’t coming, but now it’s like it’s been mended. You’re the person for my Lando and I knew that from the first time I met you all those years ago Y/N. You’ve made him so incredibly happy and always been there for him during the extreme lows and highs, but as much as you're his person he’s just as much as yours. I’ve never seen him act like he does with someone like he does with you. I saw that love in his eyes that only a Mother can see the first time he brought you home. He may not have realized it, but I did.”

Now you’re feeling the tears start to well up in your eyes and it’s only a matter of time before Cisca has got you in her embrace again.

“Where’s the love for your own son?” Lando asks jokingly as he watches the two most important women in his life.

“My own son wouldn’t have played with my emotions like you did earlier.” Cisca fires back, before heading back to her previous task.

Lando and you sit down at the small table in the kitchen while Cisca resumes peeling the potatoes. “I told him not to do it.” You say just to finally get in your I told you so.

“And that’s why you’re my favorite!” Cisca chimes in.

Lando groans, but it’s all an act because there’s nothing that makes his insides turn to mush more than you being so loved and getting along so well with his family. “Maybe I actually shouldn’t have brought you.”

You know he’s joking, but he earns a full name shout and a look from his Mom that only Mom’s can do. Which in turn emits a giggle from you and to Lando anything is worth getting to hear that melodic sound bless his ears, even getting scolded by his Mother.

Dinner is spent filling in the rest of his family and both Lando and you somewhat get made fun of as his family points out all the times you two were so blind about how you felt about each other. Then to no one’s surprise Cisca begins to get emotional again as you’re talking to her about Italy. And not soon after Lando says the one thing again that makes your heart skip a beat and your body run hot.

“Alright Mum save those tears for the wedding.”

You laugh it off and allow for Cisca’s animated reaction to allow no one to focus on how flustered Lando’s words have you. It was one thing to talk with Max about it, if anything you were sure Max had mentioned (more like teased) you two about getting married many times before. But to just so openly mention it, even if he was just messing around, to his family had your head spinning and the butterflies in your stomach ready to burst out like some sick gory horror movie.

You had always been close with the Norris family ever since Lando and you had become friends, but there was something about their not so shocked reaction (besides Cisca) that had you wondering if they had just always expected Lando and you to end up together. For you two to get married and grow old together. That the idea of it being anyone other than you had never crossed their minds. So that when Lando does casually mention it during dinner it’s like yeah of course you two would get married? Why wouldn’t you? It’s not until people begin getting up from the table that you come back to reality and out of your head.

Once the mess from dinner is cleaned up you find yourself looking at all the photos across the house. Picture frames filled with childhood photos and family portraits scattered on shelves, tables, and walls. You’ve seen them all before, each one with a story that’s been told you were sure to anyone who visited the Norris household. Pictures of Lando as a child were your favorite to look at, especially when you see just how tiny he was as a kid. Cute little innocent Lando who had to be velcroed to his karting seat and went up against kids three times his size.

As you continue to look through the pictures your mind begins to think about the future and you can’t help but wonder if your kids would be small like him or when they inevitably started karting if they too would have to be velcroed to their seat. If there was one thing you knew for sure it was that you hoped they would have Lando’s pretty eyes and curly brown hair. God you hoped they wouldn’t inherit his big head.

Then it’s like reality hits you in the face and you realize just how insane you’re being at the moment. You have to remind yourself once again that you two haven’t been together even a month yet, perhaps thinking about your future children is a little premature. But then you remember Lando mentioning you two getting married multiple times already, so you tell yourself your thoughts aren’t as bad as you made them out to be.

Moments later a familiar pair of strong arms snake their way around your waist and some unruly curls tickle your neck as Lando rests his chin on your shoulder. He’d been admiring you from the doorway for some time before he finally couldn’t resist not clinging onto you somehow. You feel yourself start to melt into his embrace and before you know it you’re leaning back into him, his arms secured around your midsection as both of you now look at the various photos. “You know you were a pretty cute kid.”

Lando hums in response, his lips pressing a chaste kiss to your neck as he tries to stop himself from thinking about how much he’d love to have mini versions of you two running around. Not right now of course, but god some years from now he could imagine it clear as day. He hoped they would be little spitting images of you, that he’d hear your laughter in little kid form and know that when he came home from a bad race weekend that he’d have the most important people in his life waiting there for him. He’d always figured he’d eventually settle down and have a family, but now that you’re in his life there’s not a doubt in his mind.

While Lando was thinking the same thoughts you had minutes ago an unfamiliar picture on the wall catches your attention. “Is that one new?” You question, breaking Lando out of his thoughts.

His eyes follow to where your finger is pointing and sure enough it is. In fact it’s a picture he didn’t even know existed. “Mum must have taken it and decided it was worthy of a place on the picture wall.” Lando mumbles.

“It is a good picture though.”

The picture in question? The two of you after the Belgium Grand Prix weeks ago. The race didn’t go the way Lando wanted it to at all. Yet, even with the disappointment from the race it was like when he saw you afterwards none of that shit mattered. He knew he was going to get to spend a week with you in Italy and at the end of the day he knew you’d always be there for him.

To anyone else looking at the picture they would have thought you two were together, but at the point in time you two were still hard headed dumbasses. He remembers posing for the picture with you, but the angle this one is taken at he knows his Mother must have taken it from behind the scenes. She’d caught him looking at you with the biggest heart eyes mankind has ever seen and a smile that only radiates one thing– love.

Night time was fast approaching and as everyone retired for the night you found yourself in Lando’s childhood bedroom. It still had its boyish charm with trophies and medals lining the walls next to posters of past racing legends. There wasn’t really anything that had changed since the last time you had stepped foot in his room, it was almost like a time capsule from the last moment in time that Lando still lived at home.

As you take a seat on the twin bed you glance over at the one thing you loved to tease him about and when you see a bare wall where it should be you’re shocked. A freshly showered Lando walks into the room seconds after you’d spotted the missing piece of history.

“You took down the Alex poster?!” You bombard him as soon as your eyes land on him.

Lando furrows his eyebrows as he looks over to the spot where the infamous poster once resided. “Yeah.” He says, like it’s no big deal.

“Why?!”

Lando’s confused as to why you’re so distraught over him taking down the poster, but he entertains your inquiry. “Maybe because I didn’t want a poster of Alex Albon, who is my co-worker, staring me down while I fuck my girlfriend.” He teases as he saunters towards the way too small bed.

You know what you’re planning on saying will get Lando riled up and so you say it with confidence. “Well thats what I was planning on looking at while you fucked me.”

Lando hates how much of a tease you are and how easily you can press his buttons. He thinks he might need to teach you a lesson and in a flash he’s hovering over you with your hands pinned above your head. “You really know what to say to get me going, don't you love?”

“Yeah but you love it.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

two years later

The salty sea air fills your nostrils as you walk along the beach holding the hand of the man you love. It had been an amazing week in the country you both hold to your hearts so dearly and tonight was the last night before you both had to go back to reality once more. Lando had suggested taking a walk after dinner and you were never one to pass up admiring the natural beauty that Italy has to offer. The lounge chairs and umbrellas were long gone from the beach and all that was left was the lulling waves and a picturesque sunset over the coastline.

“I’m glad we were able to come back here.” You state as you lean your head on Lando’s shoulder.

“Me too. It’s been too long.”

And it truly had, the two of you hadn’t been back to Italy since the first time years ago. Since then the two of you had moved into a beautiful place in Monaco, Lando had two constructors championships and a driver’s championship under his belt, and you had been dominating your new job– quickly moving your way up the ladder. You were both thriving and it seemed like to you life couldn’t get any better than it was right now.

Lando on the other hand somewhat felt the same. He’d accomplished so many things in the last couple years, but there was something that just didn’t feel complete in his life. And that something was burning a hole in his pants pocket. He’d won both championships, traveled the world more times than he could count, he’s lived a thousand lives it seems, but none of them would ever feel complete until he made you his wife.

He’d known very early on that he was going to marry you, but the timing never seemed right and it was something he didn’t want to mess up. In all honesty he’d had the ring for over a year and how you hadn’t found it while living together he didn’t know, but the fact that you hadn’t was a sign to him that this is how it was meant to happen.

You two had been talking about wanting to go back to Italy since what seemed like the day you got back the first time, but it seemed like something was always popping up or you had plans to go to someplace else. So when your schedules lined up and nothing else had been planned Lando knew this was when it was going to happen.

He’d talked it over with Max trying to create some elaborate plan, but in the end they both agreed that something lowkey and more sentimental would be the best option. So now here he is minutes away from asking the love of his life to be his forever and she has no idea. He seems to be slyly checking his pocket every chance he can get to make sure the ring is still there and each time he feels it he thinks his dinner is about ready to come back up.

When you ask him to take some pictures of you with the sunset he knows this is the moment. He actually does take a couple pictures of you just as like a moments before kind of thing, but when you turn your back to him he tosses the phone in the sand and grabs that little black box from his pocket. His heart feels like it’s about ready to beat out of his chest and he thinks he’s experiencing more adrenaline now than he ever has while racing. He gets down on one knee and his hands are trembling so bad he can barely open the box to display the ring. This is what he’s been planning for what seems like years, yet in the moment he’s so fucking nervous he can’t even think straight.

“Oh my god!”

He hadn’t even looked up at you yet before you had turned around and saw the scene in front of you. Your voice snaps him out of his anxiety induced trance and when he sees the woman he loves standing in front of him on the verge of tears he knows this is meant to be.

“Y/N Y/L/N. I’ve known I wanted to marry you since practically the first week of our relationship, but I’ve loved you knowingly and unknowingly for what seems like a lifetime. You’re my sun, my moon, and my stars. There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t acknowledge just how insanely lucky I am to have you in my life and for you to be mine. You love me when I’m happy, when I’m sad, and even when I’m a little bit of an ass.”

He pauses trying to calm himself.

“God, you’ve supported me through my worst times in racing and during my absolute best times. You’re my best friend, my soulmate, my lover, you’re everything I’d ever need in life wrapped up into one extraordinary woman. I’ve done so many things in life and accomplished so many things, but my life isn’t complete until I make you my wife. I’ve never loved someone like you and I never plan on loving anyone but you. You’re it for me, you’re the person I want to grow old and grey with. So Y/N, will you make me the happiest man on Earth and marry me?”

There’s tears streaming down your face and Lando manages to let some of his own fall as he professes his love to you in the most vulnerable way possible. You feel like you’re not even in your body at the moment, but you drop to your knees and grab Lando’s face in your hands, pulling him into the most passionate and loving kiss you two had ever shared. To hear the man you love with every fiber of your being talk about you like that is a moment you’ll never forget. When you pull away you look down at the breathtaking ring that’s residing in the box being held by a still shaky Lando.

“Yes, I’ll marry you.” You say breathlessly.

“Yes?” Lando can’t believe the words he’s hearing.

A huge smile stretches across your face, of course Lando doesn’t believe you. “Yes!”

In an instant the ring is out of the box and being slid onto your ring finger. It’s even more gorgeous on and as you stare at your hand you really can’t believe you’re engaged. Lando’s pulling you into another breathtaking kiss and you realize you’re kissing your fiance which makes you feel even more giddy.

“I love you so much.” Lando says as he stares deeply into your eyes, his hand gently cupping your cheek.

“I love you more.” You counter back.

“Impossible.”

As you two walk back to the villa you’re both still on cloud nine, but it doesn’t stop either of you from being your cheeky selves. “Y/N Norris does have a nice ring to it doesn’t it?”

You give him a tight lipped smile. “This is awkward… I thought you’d be taking my last name.”

Lando lets out a laugh, pulling you tighter into his side. “Honestly I’ll do whatever you want my love.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

a year later

The wedding was planned rather quickly, the both of you almost considering just getting eloped, but you knew you’d want the memories and stories to tell. So, you planned a wedding with just your families and close friends to attend.

The ceremony itself was beautiful and you couldn’t have asked for it to be any more romantic or sentimental. Tears were shed by both Lando and you and the crowd during your vows. The way Lando talked about you and expressed just how much he loved you let you know you had made the right choice in marrying him.

The reception on the other hand was what seemed to be the party of the century. You had ditched your long elegant wedding gown for a much shorter white dress. While Lando ditched his suit jacket and had opted to roll up his sleeves and unbutton the top buttons on his shirt which had you feeling feral. You’re husband was looking hot as fuck and you couldn’t wait to have some alone time with him.

As the two of you sat at the wedding party table you heard the clinking of silverware on a champagne flute. To your right stood Max Fewtrell with his glass held high and everyone’s eyes on him. “Excuse me everyone, but as the best man I’m required to give a speech, so here goes nothing.” He shoots a wink towards Lando and you and you’re scared for what’s about to come out his mouth. “Well let me just start off by saying, I think we all figured this day would eventually come, but for a while we didn’t think it ever would. I mean I don’t think I’ve ever seen two people be more in love with each other for years and not realize it and deny it!”

The crowd laughs and you feel your cheeks turn pink at the teasing, choosing to hide your face in Lando’s neck for a moment while Max continues.

“There was a time where we all went on a group trip to Greece and mind you there was a group of us and Lando and Y/N acted like no one else existed. They’d go off and do their own thing, leaving everyone else behind, and this was probably a good year before they finally opened their eyes. Then when they went to Italy together by themselves and made it seem like it wasn’t a big deal, when it was all Lando could literally talk about the week leading up to it. Luckily they came back and realized how in love they were with each other, because I know I can speak for myself and everyone in this room when I say we all would have had to knock some sense into you if you hadn’t.”

More laughter fills the air and both Lando and you have a little red tint to your cheeks, which you both blame on the alcohol.

“Anyways, I’m so happy that my two best friends have each other in the way they were intended to. You two are my favorite example of love and I hope I can make another speech at your fiftieth wedding anniversary.” Max raises his glass in a toast. “Here’s to the happy couple. May your love last a million lifetimes.”

The crowd erupts into applause and hoots and hollers as Max sits back down in his chair. Lando presses a quick kiss to your temple before quickly getting up from his chair, repeating the actions of Max’s glass clinking. You look up at him confused, but he just shoots you a smile before speaking.

“First of all thank you all for coming to celebrate me marrying a woman who’s way out of my league. Secondly, thank you Max for that lovely speech.”

Laughter and cheers fill the air once again and then there’s some commotion in the background somewhere. Then you see two guys wheeling a projector screen to the middle of the room where everyone can see it.

“Um, I’ve got a little something for my amazing wife that I’ve been working on for years and actually I had been working on it unknowingly for years before that. Anyways, let me stop rambling and show you.” Lando sits back down in his chair next to you as the lights dim and before you can ask him what’s going on his pretty little face pops up on the screen.

“Hi baby! Over the years of us being together I’ve been capturing pictures and videos of you. Which is nothing new, we are always taking pictures and stuff, but these ones are special. These are pictures and videos that you’ve never seen. Instead of me explaining just let me show you. I love you so much and I want everyone to see the extraordinary woman I’ve married. I want everyone to see you how I see you.”

The screen fades to black and then pictures of you begin to pop up, ones that you didn’t even know existed. You’re so used to Lando having his camera out that you never thought to think of the ones he didn’t show you. Pictures of you in your pajamas making breakfast to you in your work attire to you all glammed up for a gala. Videos of you singing in the car, laughing, and just existing. Birthdays, trips, everything you could imagine someone could capture. Then you realize some of these pictures and videos are from before you two even got together from when you were still friends.

It makes your heart swell to know Lando’s been capturing you in such a loving way since basically the beginning of you two knowing each other. You don’t even realize your crying until you feel Lando gently wiping away your tears. If someone would have told you years ago before you two went to Italy that you’d be here today married to Lando and crying over the most beautiful thing he’s ever given you, you would have laughed in their face. You look into your husband’s eyes and you know that there’s not another human being on this planet that could love you like he loves you. There’s a permanent place for him in your heart now and deep down you think there always has been. He’s your person and you're his and sure it may have taken you guys awhile to get here, but everything happens for a reason and you know you two were meant to be here at this moment right now.

“You’re mine forever you know that right? I love you so much it hurts.” You tell him as the video ends and the guests also wipe their tears.

Lando grabs your hands in his, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles. “Forever and always, baby.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

five years later

A little girl with a mop of brown curls and laughter that resembles her Mother plays in the sand with her Father by her side. “Daddy!” She screeches looking up at him with eyes that mirror his– pretty blue like the water. The waves keep inching closer and closer to the sandcastle they’re building and the little girl is worried their hard work will be washed away any minute now. “I know my love. We should have listened to Mommy and built it further up.”

“Mommy know’s everything.” She states matter of factly.

The man lets out a laugh. “That she does.”

A baby lays on his Mother’s chest as they both lounge under an umbrella. The woman watches her husband and daughter lovingly as they play in the sand. She catches her husband's eye and he flashes her a smile that even after all these years makes butterflies erupt in her stomach.

Later after a day spent at the beach they’re both carrying a sleeping child back to the villa, their world in their arms. Finally when both kids are sound asleep in their beds the adults find themselves sitting outback with an all too familiar scenery around them. The man leaves for a brief second and while he’s gone the woman watches her babies through the baby monitor, her heart swelling over the fact that she made them with the love of her life.

When he returns he has something hidden behind his back and with a raised eyebrow from his wife he reveals an old favorite of theirs.

“The trip wouldn’t be complete without this now would it?” He says as he sits down next to her.

“God we haven’t had this in forever.” She says as she takes the glass of pink moscato from him.

“Just a man after your heart.”

She laughs at her husband's antics. “You’ve already got it darling.”

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