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valiwrites Ā· 14 hours ago
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reincarnation āœ§.* formula 1
: Ģ—Ģ€āž› pairing: formula 1 x senna!reincarnation!male!oc (nico santos) : Ģ—Ģ€āž› warnings: strong language, people shipping drivers but nothing serious, bromance, hate comments : Ģ—Ģ€āž› authorā€™s note: i wrote this before and got a lot of hate for it. if itā€™s not your thing, just scroll pastā€”no need to spread negativity. i didnā€™t write this just to read mean comments.
: Ģ—Ģ€āž› smau
danielricciardo āœ”ļøŽ
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danielricciardo the funniest part was... i had to held him back so he didn't murder anyone yesterday
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user1 reason 727390 why daniel and nico are my fav duo
user2 showed my dad a picture of nico and he said he hasn't seen anything of senna in years i had to explain to him that this is not senna šŸ˜­
user3 my mom said that too!! but nico hates being called senna
charles_leclerc i haven't seen nico that mad ever
user4 why is the first picture so wholesome tho omg
user5 because danny is wholesome
user6 nico was ready to commit a whole crime and daniel said āœØnoāœØ
maxverstappen1 i was lowkey scared for my life not gonna lie
user7 danny out here being the emotional support human for a guy who could probably fight god
user8 nah but the way nico looks at daniel in the vidā€¦ yā€™all seeing this or am i delulu
user3 the way his eyes soften when he looks at daniel is so cute
user5 y'all are so delusional he didn't even look at daniel šŸ˜­
lando nico was pacing like a dad whose kid just crashed his car šŸ’€
user9 why does every chaotic duo have one guy who keeps the other from getting arrested
user10 danny being the only thing between nico and a felony is so on brand
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nicosantos āœ”ļøŽ
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nicosantos mood after yesterday
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user1 help nico really wanted to throw hands šŸ˜­šŸ˜­
nicosantos you know it
user2 nico has a cat???
user3 it's max's cat lmaoo
user4 he kinda fine
user5 i have been saying that but no one listens to me
user6 the way he just crouched by danielā€™s car like itā€™s some kind of secret mission šŸ’€
user7 lowkey nico shouldā€™ve been in the movie ā€˜mad man on the edge'
user8 no way you can look at them and not see the chemistry. it's so obvious
user9 nah, the way nico looks at daniel in that video is giving ā€˜youā€™re mineā€™ vibes
user10 no wtf don't say that...
user11 why do i feel like nico is totally in love with daniel and he just doesnā€™t know it yet?
user12 why is everyone suddently shipping them hello
user13 bc daniel hugged nico at the press conference šŸ˜­
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nicosantos āœ”ļøŽ
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nicosantos ok, so we look alike. i get it. but letā€™s be real, iā€™m not him. just because we share a lot similarities doesnā€™t mean weā€™re the same person. iā€™ve been getting a lot of hate in my DMs, and honestly, itā€™s getting old. so, can we all just chill and let me live my own life? respect is all iā€™m asking for
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user1 literally, itā€™s just a resemblance, relax people
user2 the hate is so uncalled for. nico deserves respect not this mess
user3 people acting like heā€™s actually sennaā€™s clone, chill out
user4 he's trying really hard to be šŸ™„
user5 the fact that nico has to explain this is crazy. let him breathe
user6 you canā€™t just deny the resemblance though, itā€™s a little weird youā€™re acting like itā€™s nothing
nicosantos iā€™m not denying it, but iā€™m also not claiming to be someone iā€™m not. itā€™s not that complicated
user7 heā€™s just salty because people keep bringing up senna. get over it
user8 he doesnā€™t owe anyone an apology for looking like someone. leave him alone
niconews āœ”ļøŽ
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niconews eyes never lie... this was nico just a day after all the hate heā€™s been facing recently. in a raw moment during an interview, when asked, "you seem pretty pissed at the situation," he didnā€™t hold back. nico responded, "well, people stick their noses in everyoneā€™s business without thinking about feelings. i didnā€™t ask to be born the way i am, iā€™m just trying to live my life." his voice cracked, and despite trying to hold it together, tears started to form. it was a moment that showed just how much this constant pressure has been affecting him. in a world where we all expect people to be perfect or fit into certain molds, nico's vulnerability spoke volumes.
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user1 it's heartbreaking to see someone so kind and real get treated like this
user2 the pressure he must be under is insane. we forget these are real people
user3 this is so unfair, just let the guy breathe for once
user4 heā€™s literally milking the whole senna comparison for attention. stop pretending like itā€™s all ā€˜the hatersā€™
niconews if you think thatā€™s what this is about, you clearly missed the point
user4 heā€™s literally crying over people pointing out how much he looks like senna? get over it niconews itā€™s not about looks, itā€™s about respect. maybe try understanding that
nicosantos āœ”ļøŽ
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user1 aww the senna cap
user2 i love nico he's adorable
user3 lando šŸ˜­šŸ˜­
user4 lando is always the funniest person in the group
user5 nico with the senna cap is a whole vibe. love the respect for the legend
user6 this is the kind of bromance we all need in our lives
user7 nico wearing the senna cap but being his own person? love that for him
nicosantos see now i can't tell if you're being sarcastic or fr šŸ’€
user7 i was being fr šŸ˜­šŸ˜­
user8 someone tell lando to stop being this extra, i canā€™t keep up
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maxdibert Ā· 11 hours ago
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I disagree with your previous post. I think Snape was an abuser because abuse comes in many forms, not just physical. Abuse shames the victim, makes them feel small, and is something done frequently. It is a repetitive process of humiliation, degradation, undermining confidence, and abusing power through intimidation tactics. It is even worse when it comes from someone in a position of authority over the victim.
Harry and Neville were abused by Snape. I'm not saying he abused others, he probably didnā€™t. With other students, he was likely just strict and intimidating. But in the case of Harry and Neville, he was an abuser. And no, Neville did not deserve it just because he was bad at Potions, nor does that downplay Snape's actions.
Thatā€™s not to say Iā€™m discrediting Snapeā€™s own abuse, the pressure he was under, or the things he sacrificed and endured. I do understand and sympathize with him. But objectively, he was an abusive asshole, and that is a valid reason to hate him. Even if people understand all the nuances, as well as the economic and social oppression present in his character, it is perfectly fine to hate him simply because of his attitude.
Of course, many people who hate him are immature and have not fully understood his character, but some have. I myself am sometimes annoyed and disgusted by him, even if I empathize with him and find him interesting at the same time.
Iā€™ve had teachers who didnā€™t like me and Iā€™ve had abusive teachers, and itā€™s not the same thing. There are teachers who clearly donā€™t like you, and like any human being, they have their flaws and donā€™t know how to hide it as they should. Those are people who clearly shouldnā€™t be teaching, but itā€™s also true that this isnā€™t necessarily abusive behavior. I had a teacher who couldnā€™t stand me, and it was obvious from a mile away, and he didnā€™t even try to hide it, but that was nothing compared to the teacher who called students idiots, morons, gave them clearly humiliating nicknames, and systematically called them by those names.
It also had no comparison to the teacher who every week picked a student who, in his opinion, was terribly dressed, made them stand on the stage, and commented on their appearance from head to toe. It wasnā€™t remotely like the teacher who openly tried to flirt with 16-year-old students or the one who directly ā€œbrushedā€ the butts of 13-year-olds. Maybe itā€™s my own biased perspective of what abuse is, because I come from a background where someone like Snape would have been considered simply a jerk, but compared to the others, we would have seen him as one of the least problematic.
The thing is, Iā€™ve seen quite tricky situations that didnā€™t involve physical abuse, like a primary school teacher telling a 7-year-old boy that his parents didnā€™t love him because if they did, they would have enrolled him in catechism. Or another telling a child he was a donkey for not knowing the two-times table and literally forcing the rest of the kids to sing a humiliating song about him for half the class.
I went to a Catholic school in the early 2000s, and that was basically a survival course for dealing with abusive adults. Snape being a jerk reminds me of a literature teacher I had who would make sarcastic and slightly humiliating comments to students who read mainstream books. And honestly, we saw him as one of the most tolerable things we experienced in those years.
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mikkeneko Ā· 1 year ago
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Decided to make this a poll because I'm genuinely unsure how other author folks feel about this particular case!
If you are a writer, please reblog for larger sample size!
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miusmusings Ā· 1 year ago
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"It can skip worldbuilding"
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def it can but is this person unaware that there exists a type fic that hinges on worldbuilding??
If they wanna critique the skill of writers, they can just critique that, no need to drag fics writing style into the stage. Fics are written for a different purpose, and if someone tries or actually manages to turn their fic into published book, that's on them.
No need to say that fics in general often skip worldbuilding. Like???
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this comment on that vulture article about the "fanfic-to-romance novel pipeline" is very interesting and not something i've seen articulated...much to think about...
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paganinpurple Ā· 2 years ago
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AO3 Etiquette -UPDATED
Based on both decent and not so decent replies, I have made some changes to my original post below.
It would seem a whole new kind of AO3 reader/writer is emerging and it is becoming clear not everyone quite understands how the website community works. Here is some basic guidance on how most people expect you to go about using AO3 to keep this a fun community archive that funtions correctly:
As well as likes, kudos is for when the story was interesting enough to make you finish reading. If it sucked or was badly written, you probably left. If you finished it, you liked it - so kudos.
If you really liked it, you should try to comment. It can be long and detailed or a literal keysmash. Writers don't care, we just love comments.
No critisism unless the author has specifically asked or agreed to hear it (so use your notes to say if you want some constructive feedback). Even constructive critisism is a no-no unless an author note tells you it's okay. No, posting it online is not an open invitation for that. Many people write as a fun hobby or a way to cope with, among other things, insecurity and just want to share. Don't ruin that for them. I've seen so many authors just stop writing coz they can't handle the negative emotions the critism brings, and it's only meant to be a fun thing shared for free (pointing out tagging errors is not included in this).
Do not comment to ask the author to write/update something else. It's tacky and off-putting and will probably have the opposite effect than the one you want.
There is no algorithm, it's an archive. Use the search and filter function to add/remove the pairings/characters/tropes etc. you want to read about and it will find you the fics that fit the bill.
For this to work, writers must tag and rate stories. This avoids readers finding the wrong things and missing the stuff they want. I don't care how cringy that trope is in your eyes - it gets tagged.
The tag exception is if you don't want to tag a million things or spoil your story, you can rate it as "chose not to use warnings," and maybe tag the bare minimum.
Don't censor tags. How can someone exclude a tag if the word isn't typed out correctly? There are no content bans for terms so don't censor them.
If the tags are mostly content/trigger warnings, especially if they are things considered very fucked up or graphic, you might want to use "dead dove - do not eat" to ensure people know that you're not messing around with tags and what they get is exactly what you've warned them about.
Character A/Character B means a ROMANTIC or SEXUAL relationship of some kind. Character A&Character B is PLATONIC, like friendship or family.
Nothing is banned. This is an rule because banning one thing is a slipperly slope to banning another and another, until nothing is allowed anymore. Do not expect anyone to censor for you. Because of the tags system, you are responsible for your own reading experience.
People can create new chapters and sequels/fic series any time after they "complete" a story. So it's considered perfectly normal to subscribe, even to a finished story. You can even subscribe to the author instead just to cover your bases.
Do not repost stories or change the publishing date without an extremely good reason (like a complete top to bottom rewrite or an exchange youve written for going public). It's an archive, not social media. No one cares what's the most recent, only what fits their tag needs.
Instead of deleting a story you wrote if you hate it - consider making it anonymous or orphaning it so others can still enjoy it, without it being connected to your name anymore. If you still want to delete it, fair enough.
It's come to my attention that metaworks ARE allowed on AO3, which is something I wasn't aware of. So if you do post an essay or theory, please tag it as such so others can choose to search for it or exclude it. Art is also allowed.
The only reason this archive works is because NON ONE PROFITS. Do not link to your ko-fi or patreon or mention monetary gain in any way or you violate the terms and risk having your account removed. If anyone does link, it leaves the archive open to people claiming it's for profit and having the whole thing removed.
I KNOW there's plenty more I missed but I'm trying to cover most of the basics that people seem to be struggling with.
I invite anyone to add to this, but please explain, don't berate.
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harrysfolklore Ā· 9 months ago
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charles and his childhood best friend but he's secretly in love with her pretty please
childhood friends to lovers is my favorite trope šŸ„ŗ i hope you like this
MASTERLIST | MY PATREON
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yourinstagram perks of your best friend being a formula one driver: you get to travel to cool places to see him work
šŸ“ø by my love @boyfriendsusername
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charlesfan1 the most beloved non wag is coming
charlesfan2 ā€œšŸ“øby my loveā€ charles was found fuming
ā†³ charlesfan3 no bc he refuses to admit heā€™s in love with her (we all know it)
lilymhe i canā€™t wait to see you šŸ’— ā™„ļøŽ by author
charlesfan3 is her boyfriend going to the gp?? bc is he is weā€™re getting pissed off charles again lol
ā†³ charlesfan2 brazil gp flashbacks šŸ˜­
landonorris Donā€™t forget about me and come say hi ā™„ļøŽ by author
ā†³ yourinstagram will do landoeeee šŸ«”
ā†³ landofan1 love this duo
charlesfan4 why does she have to take her boyfriend? šŸ˜« actually can she break up with him and just get with charles ?
ā†³ charlesfan1 you guys are so disrespectful sometimes, theyā€™ve been best friends since forever you shouldnā€™t be projecting a relationship between them when there isnā€™t
boyfriendsusername šŸ˜šŸ˜ ā™„ļøŽ by author
charles_leclerc About time, I miss you a lot ā¤ļø
ā†³ charlesfan2 MARRY HER
ā†³ yourinstagram same hereeeee
ā†³ charlesfan3 she replied to charlesā€™ comment but not to her boyfriendā€™s. see? sheā€™s in love with him
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yourinstagram cooking breakfast because running over my ex with a truck is not the right thing to do
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charlesfan1 PAUSE. SHE BROKE UP WITH THAT DUDE??
charlesfan2 okay sucks for her but i bet charles is jumping up and down šŸ˜­
francisca.cgomes Itā€™s his loss šŸ’— Ilysm ā™„ļøŽ by author
ā†³ charlesfan1 sheā€™s so loved along the wags she just needs to become a wag herself
carlossainz55 Sending you a big hug, nena ā™„ļøŽ by author
ā†³ carlosfan1 carlos what are you doing here charles would have your head if you ever try something with her
charlesfan3 ITS TIME FOR YN AND CHARLESSSSS LOVE STORY
charlesfan4 itā€™s kinda insensitive that you guys celebrate that she broke up with her boyfriend and the comments about how she should get with charlesā€¦ sheā€™s a human being who just had a breakup and charles is literally her best friend and nothing more
charles_leclerc I donā€™t think itā€™s a wrong thing to do. Actually, I can run over him with my Ferrari if you want, I know a thing or two about driving cars at a really fast speed šŸ¤· ā™„ļøŽ by author
ā†³ charlesfan1 CHARLES WTF šŸ˜­
ā†³ charlesfan2 HE HAS NO CHILL
ā†³ charlesfan3 we knew he always hated him
ā†³ yourinstagram šŸ˜‚šŸ˜‚ love you, charlie
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charles_leclerc When your best friend is obssesed with all things aesthetic
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charlesfan1 LOVE OF MY LIFE
charlesfan2 heā€™s really the hottest man alive
landonorris Can she be my best friend too?
ā†³ charles_leclerc No
ā†³ charlesfan1 šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­
leclerc_pascale ā¤ļø
charlesfan3 he looks so boyfriend so i think he should be ynā€™s boyfriend
yourinstagram you look cute through my lens šŸ„²
ā†³ charles_leclerc I always look cute what do you mean
ā†³ charlesfan1 stop flirting in front of us
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f1gossip Charles Leclerc and YN out in Monaco tonight
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charlesfan1 BOYFRIEND AND GIRLFRIEND
charlesfan2 theyā€™re both so pretty. they would make the hottest couple on the grid
charlesfan3 why donā€™t they just get together ffs šŸ˜­
ā†³ charlesfan1 streets say (and ny street i mean people from monaco) that charles has been smitten over her since they were kids but she always dated other guys
ā†³ charlesfan2 this must be true like weā€™ve seen it
charlesfan4 something in the air is shifting people maybe theyā€™re finally confessing that theyā€™re in love with each other lol
ā†³ charlesfan1 LETTUCE PRAY
charlesfan5 why is this comment section full of weirdos theyā€™re FRIENDS
ā†³ charlesfan2 stfuuuu
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yourinstagram back on my tifosi era ā¤ļø
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charlesfan1 YEEEEES
charlesfan2 imagine being charlesā€™ best friend and traveling with him for races
ā†³ charlesfan1 babe thatā€™s not his best friend thatā€™s the love of his life
lilymhe IT WAS SO GOOD TO FINALLY SEE YOU ā™„ļøŽ by author
ā†³ yourinstagram i literally LOVE you šŸ¤
ā†³ charlesfan1 just become a wag already
charlesfan3 see charles was all smiles today because her (ex)boyfriend no longer tags along
landonorris When will the two of you confess to each other
ā†³ landofan1 LANDOšŸ˜³
ā†³ charlesfan1 WTF IS HE CALLING HIM OUT
ā†³ yourinstagram youā€™re so weird i never know what youā€™re talking about
ā†³ charlesfan2 of course yn is playing dumb
ā†³ charles_leclerc ???
ā†³ charlesfan3 PLEASE šŸ˜­
charles_leclerc I look weird in that pic :(
ā†³ yourinstagram you look cuuuute
ā†³ charlesfan2 KISS KISS
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yourinstagram iā€™ve known and loved this one since he was this little. growing up, we talked about what he would become countless of times, and in every single conversation i told him that he was going to achieve every single one of his dreams. today he drives the monaco circuit for the 6th time, and i know this year will be his year and monaco will finally love him back šŸ†
love you beyond words @charles_leclerc ā¤ļø
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charlesfan1 AWEEEE
charlesfan2 THIS IS ADORABLE I CANT
leclerc_pascale ā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļø
ā†³ yourinstagram tysm for the picture šŸ„ŗ
charlesfan3 JUST GET MARRIED ALREADY
landonorris Little Charles Leclerc
scuderiaferarri FORZA CHARLES ! šŸ‘
charlesfan4 CANT YALL SEE THEYRE MEANT TO BE ???
ā†³ charlesfan1 the thing is we all can see it but they just canā€™t
charlesfan5 seriously if this ainā€™t love then what is
f1gossip Charles and YNā€™s romantic relationship will be confirmed any minute now
ā†³ charlesfan2 WHAT DO YOU KNOW
ā†³ charlesfan3 SPILL THE DEETS
charles_leclerc Thank you for being my biggest supporter and never leaving my side. I love you so much šŸ¤ ā™„ļøŽ by author
ā†³ charlesfan1 STFU STFU
ā†³ charlesfan2 YN WAKE UP
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charles_leclerc BEST DAY EVER ā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļø
Thank you for everything, I love you all ā¤ļøšŸ¤ā¤ļøšŸ¤
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charlesfan1 PRINCE OF MONACO DID IT
schecoperez Bravo Charles! šŸ‘
charlesfan2 IM STILL CRYING
oscarpiastri Congrats bro šŸ‘Š
pierregasly Bravo Champ!! Trop content pour toi!! ā¤ļø
georgerussell63 Congrats mate !!
charlesfan3 HE DID IT FINALLY
charlesfan4 IVE BEEN CRYING FOR HOURS NOW
scuderiaferrari Bravo Charles !! So proud ā¤ļø
yourinstagram im so proud of you, words are not enough. this was your dream and you achieve it, i love you so much
ā†³ charlesfan1 AHHHHH
ā†³ charlesfan2 ADDRESS THE RUMORS WE LITERALLY SAW YOU KISSING
ā†³ charlesfan3 JUST GET MARRIED
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yourinstagram when we were 15 i told him that i would be his girlfriend the day he won the monaco grand prix. i guess it's time šŸ¤
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charlesfan1 AHHHHHH
charlesfan2 JSDJOEHYSIJON I CANT BELIEVE THIS
francisca.cgomes šŸ„¹šŸ„¹šŸ„¹šŸ„¹
charlesfan3 OMFG HOW IS THIS REAL
arthur_leclerc Finally ā™„ļøŽ by author
ā†³ charlesfan1 ARTHUR šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­
ā†³ charlesfan2 even their families were rooting for them I CANT
scuderiaferrari ā¤ļø
charlesfan4 WE WERE RIGHT ALL ALONG
charlesfan5 THIS HAS BEEN THE MOST PERFECT WEEKEND EVER
carlossainz55 šŸ‘šŸ‘šŸ‘
charlesfan6 they were always meant to be but they were too stubborn to see it
landonorris I LOVE LOVE ā¤ļø
ā†³ landofan1 PLEASEEEEE
charlesfan7 they have been in love for YEARS i cannot
charlesfan8 THIS MOMENT WAS LITERALLY PERFECT
charles_leclerc Iā€™ve waited my whole life for this moment šŸ¤
ā†³ charlesfan1 IM CRYING AGAIN
ā†³ charlesfan2 CHARLIE DONT DO THIS
ā†³ charlesfan3 theyā€™re so invisible string coded
ā†³ charlesfan4 MY FAVORITE LOVE STORY EVER
ā†³ yourinstagram šŸ„ŗšŸ„ŗā¤ļø
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charles_leclerc Lucky Iā€™m in love with my best friend ā¤ļø
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charlesfan1 AND IM CRYING AGAIN
charlesfan2 THIS IS PERFECT
pierregasly Adorable šŸ™Œ
charlesfan3 HANG THIS PICTURE IN THE LOUVRE
charlesfan4 SOBBING SO BADLY RN
instagram šŸ„ŗ
scuderiaferrari ā¤ļø
charlesfan5 every single soul was rooting for this relationship fr
charlesfan6 I LOVE THEM SM
charlesfan7 childhood friends to lovers šŸ„¹
yourinstagram i love you so much šŸ’—šŸ’—
ā†³ charlesfan1 took you decades to find out but itā€™s okay girl
ā†³ charlesfan2 i canā€™t get enough of this relationship
ā†³ charlesfan3 YOU FINALLY REALIZED
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gumii-bearr Ā· 1 month ago
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Alt!Megumi who fucking hates you but has to tolerate you bc youā€™re Yuujiā€™s best friend. Yuuji drags both of you to a party and abandons you, leaving the two of you to get drunk off your asses and insult each other. Until Megumi starts getting handsy and leads you off to a room for a nice hate fuck šŸ˜‡šŸ˜‡
YEEAASSS BOOM SHAKALAKAAAAAā€“
thinking about... ā hate sex āž
featuring... megumi fushiguro
content warning: MDNI (18+), afab!reader, alt!megumi, hate sex, rough sex, mirror sex, swearing, dirty talk, HELLO SAILORā€“
author's note: u have awoken something in me i hope ur ready for my wrath, also i made them actually fucking hate each other it's so funny.
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ā”€ā”€ alt!megumi who has hated your guts from the start.
ā”€ā”€ yuji was your best friend and was always bringing you around, and it always pissed megumi off because why exactly did you need to be involved in everything?
ā”€ā”€ you were a rude, insolent brat at the best of times, always had a snarky remark or a smart ass comment loaded in the chamber ready to fire when you could sense megumi was even slightly irritated by your presence.
ā”€ā”€ it became a thing. everyone knew you hated each other, always bickering and arguing over stupid shit.
ā”€ā”€ alt!megumi who is normally a very chill and somewhat anti-social guy. but you just bring out this hot-headed, unbridled anger in him. and you do it all with the flutter of your lashes and a cheeky fucking smile on your face.
ā”€ā”€ you always had something to say. like when yuji and nobara were taking forever to pick a snack at the convenience store down the road from your college campus:
ā”€ā”€ megumi was cranky, "jesus christ, just pick something, you're taking forever"
ā”€ā”€ "you'd know all about finishing fast, huh, fushiguro?"
ā”€ā”€ alt!megumi who simply put, cannot stand you. if looks could kill, you would be so dead. and you, who is equally bothered by him and his fake tough-guy persona and how he's always pretending to be this big scary guy who is just so unbothered by everything.
ā”€ā”€ except for you, since you always manage to wriggle under his skin and piss him off.
ā”€ā”€ or when yuji dragged you both along to a party, telling you two to "be nice" to each other then promptly ditched you because, well, he's yuji, a social butterfly who makes friends wherever he goes.
ā”€ā”€ alt!megumi who isn't a big drinker, but if he has to stay at this god forsaken party, he may as well drink.
ā”€ā”€ alt!megumi who is chatting up a girl when you appear, bumping shoulders with him drunkenly as you scare away whatever little piece he was talking to because you're you and you make his life difficult for your own enjoyment.
ā”€ā”€ "why don't you just fuck off?"
ā”€ā”€ "you'd miss me too much."
ā”€ā”€ the two of you becoming progressively more drunk at this house party, and the alcohol seems to thicken the sexual tension between you and megumi.
ā”€ā”€ you're the only person he knows here other than yuji and vice versa, the two of you unintentionally gravitating toward each other no matter how much you try to avoid one another.
ā”€ā”€ you, who is dancing and grinding up on some guy and megumi is standing by the stairs just fucking watching you and he's clenching his jaw and staring daggers at you because don't you have any fucking self-respect?
ā”€ā”€ and you're wearing the tiniest mini skirt he's ever seen and a low-cut top that your tits threaten to spill out of and the gawking of these useless frat guys is pissing him off.
ā”€ā”€ and when you bend over to pick up a drink off the table, megumi just loses it because he can see your lacy black panties and your plush ass from under your skirt.
ā”€ā”€ and alt!megumi who drags you upstairs and away from all the prying eyes and wandering hands by your arm before laying into you about your lack of self-respect.
ā”€ā”€ "you want everyone to think you're some fucking slut?"
ā”€ā”€ "yeah, but you were looking too, weren't you, fushiguro?"
ā”€ā”€ alt!megumi who just stares at you, absolutely seething before the tension between you two just fucking snaps and he slams you against the closest door, his mouth on yours in mere seconds.
ā”€ā”€ alt!megumi who's tattooed hands grab and knead at your hips and ass and your tits over your shirt.
ā”€ā”€ alt!megumi who pushes you into the closest bathroom, his hand squeezing your throat as he kisses you but it's not gentle, it's mean and it's hard.
ā”€ā”€ and you, who tugs at his hair and at his belt buckle because the two of you just need to fuck out whatever the hell your problem is.
ā”€ā”€ alt!megumi who is pulling your skirt over your ass and forcing your panties down your legs and you're fucking helping him because there's something seriously wrong with how much you want him to fuck you.
ā”€ā”€ alt!megumi who bends you over the bathroom sink and squeezes your heated cheeks together as he forces you to watch him fuck you.
ā”€ā”€ "always acting like a fucking slut."
ā”€ā”€ "you've wanted to fuck me so bad from the beginning. don't lie."
ā”€ā”€ alt!megumi who is thick and long and heavy, and his pace is fucking brutal. he's forcing noise after noise out of you as he forces your hips back onto his cock, your knees buckling as he basically holds your lower body up while you brace your hands against the counter.
ā”€ā”€ and the two of you hate how good it feels.
ā”€ā”€ hate how good he's fucking you, hate how soaked you are, hate how hard you've got him.
ā”€ā”€ you hate it all so much you fucking love it.
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author's note: HAHAHAHAH I NEED TO MAKE THIS A FIC IM FERAL HELLOā€“ help i'm gnawing at the bars of my enclosure like a rabid gorilla.
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queen-of-the-avengers Ā· 6 days ago
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An Enigma
Pairing:Ā Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Word Count:Ā ~2.4k
Warnings: angst, blood, threat of violence, unwanted touching, harassment
Summary: You and Bucky are in an arranged marriage set up by both your parents. Itā€™s a way to keep the peace between your two families. You thought Bucky didnā€™t care for you, but when someone from your past comes back into your life, Bucky makes it known that all he ever thinks about is you.
Square Filled:Ā au: no powers (2024) for @buckybarnesbingo
Authorā€™s Note:Ā any and all comments are appreciated <3
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You step into the kitchen but keep to the wall in intimidation. Your husband is standing there with his back to you. Heā€™s shirtless with only a pair of slacks on. Youā€™re not sure what is more hot. Him being shirtless or dressed in a three-piece suit. He has his phone to his ear so you donā€™t dare interrupt him, scared of what he might do or say to you. Itā€™s not that youā€™re scared heā€™ll beat you, itā€™s just that heā€™s always so stoic and rarely shows his emotions.
Thereā€™s something you want to ask him but youā€™re scared of what heā€™ll do when you ask it. Heā€™s your husband for god sake. Just go up to him and ask him! Your inner personality isnā€™t as scared of him as you are. You wouldnā€™t be this way if you had married him out of love. No, this marriage was arranged by yours and his parents. You were forced to be his wife, so youā€™re not even sure he loves you much less likes you.
Still, your marriage meant a truce between your family and his, but that doesnā€™t mean he stopped hating your family.
ā€œAre you just going to stand there or are you going to come in and say something?ā€
You snap out of your own thoughts and look at Bucky who is now facing you. His shirtless back is almost as delicious as his shirtless front, but youā€™re too nervous to appreciate the sight in front of you.
ā€œI just wanted to ask you something.ā€
Bucky looks you up and down, studying your behavior and body language. Youā€™re jumpy, your hands are sweaty and shaky, and you can barely meet his eyes for more than five seconds.
ā€œWhy do you look so scared?ā€ He smirks. ā€œI wonā€™t bite.ā€
ā€œMy dad called.ā€ His smirk is lost. ā€œHeā€™s having a family dinner next week. He wants both of us there.ā€
ā€œI see.ā€
ā€œIā€™d be really happy if you came. He wonā€™t try anything, I promise. Theyā€™ll be on their best behavior.ā€
ā€œOkay,ā€ Bucky says after a moment.
ā€œWait, really?ā€
ā€œYouā€™re my wife. If my father-in-law is asking for dinner, then so be it.ā€
ā€œOh, okay. Thank you. Itā€™s next Friday.ā€ You take out your phone. ā€œIā€™ll let him know youā€™re coming.ā€
You turn to leave but Buckyā€™s voice stops you. ā€œOne move.ā€
ā€œWhat?ā€
ā€œIf he tries one move, my knife will be lodged in his throat.ā€
Your eyes widen but you hear the threat loud and clear. You nod and scurry off before he can make any more conditions. Your father is part of one of the biggest crime families New York has ever seen. He has power in every single corner of his jurisdiction. No one can do anything without him knowing about it. Buckyā€™s family is the other family that has ties to mafia dealings, making them just as powerful as your family.
Both families split New York in half, but theyā€™re constantly fighting over drugs, property, clubs, money, etc. If it can be used to manipulate and exert power over people, both your families are greedy for the taking, especially if those businesses live on the border of both jurisdictions.
One day, your father met with Buckyā€™s father about a truce, something they both will want to agree to. This was when your mother was pregnant with you, but he loves to tell the story so you feel like you were practically there. If you were to marry Bucky, then both families would be able to come to agreement on those petty fights.
A truce would be made. The cost? Your freedom. Any children that you may will bear will be part of the biggest crime family this country has ever seen.
When you were old enough, you met Bucky through a family dinner. He came off as stoic, cold, and calculating. He didnā€™t let anything get under his skin. Then, his nieces and nephews joined the party and he became a different person. His hard resolve started melting, giving you a show of who the real Bucky was. Itā€™s different when heā€™s in front of business partners and your family, but you have a good idea of who the real Bucky is.
Heā€™s a mystery, something youā€™re desperate to solve.
To prepare for the dinner, you decide to go to the gym and hopefully shed a few pounds. Youā€™ve always loved doing cardio, so the treadmill became your best friend. You go so often that the front desk lady knows you by name.
ā€œWelcome, Y/N. Have a good workout.ā€
ā€œThank you, Betty. I will.ā€
You walk over to the treadmill and start with a walk to get your blood pumping. You put your headphones in and listen to your favorite podcast. You listen to all sorts of things when you work out but lately, itā€™s been about the podcasts. Youā€™re an hour into your workout when someone touches your shoulder. You take out your headphones and look back to see someone you never thought youā€™d see again.
ā€œVince. What are you doing here?ā€
ā€œItā€™s a gym. Iā€™m working out.ā€
You look him over and notice heā€™s not sweaty or red. If heā€™s been here as long as you have, he hasnā€™t been working out.
ā€œRight. Iā€™ll let you get back to it.ā€
Youā€™re about to put your headphones back in when he steps onto the treadmill next to yours. He leans over and rests his elbows on your handlebars, and you immediately stop your machine. Itā€™s a good time to call it a day.
ā€œI came over here to say hi.ā€
ā€œI should get going.ā€
You step off the treadmill and walk over to the cleaning station to grab some paper towels when you feel him standing behind you. You used to feel so safe with him but that all changed when your father discovered a hole in your wall that came from his room which was right next door. He was your bodyguard, supposed to protect you from creeps, and ended up being one. He was truly a pervert.
The only reason why your father didnā€™t kill him was because you didnā€™t want to deal with it. You convinced him to just fire him, so he did. Now heā€™s back but youā€™re not sure why. Your father made it very clear that if he tried to come near you again, he would do more than fire him. You turn and find him standing closer than he should be.
ā€œWhat do you want, Vince?ā€
ā€œJust to talk. Iā€™ve become better. Iā€™ve worked on myself. Iā€™m ready to go back to work.ā€
ā€œExcuse me?ā€
ā€œI want to be your bodyguard again.ā€
ā€œLike hell, thatā€™s going to happen. You shouldnā€™t even be here. This isnā€™t even your gym. Just go home.ā€ You step around him to clean your machine but he grabs your upper hard harder than normal. ā€œOw, youā€™re hurting me.ā€
ā€œOh, sweetie, you have no idea what pain is. Iā€™ll do more than hurt you if you donā€™t give me my job back. Iā€™m a good bodyguard. I kept all the creeps away from you.ā€
ā€œYeah, except for you. Let me go.ā€
He does but he doesnā€™t move away from you. You have sensitive skin so you know youā€™ll have bruises on your arm from his grip.
ā€œDonā€™t be so shocked if one day you find me inside your house. I know you donā€™t have a bodyguard now.ā€
You donā€™t need one. You have Bucky. Heā€™s very possessive and protective over you. Youā€™re not sure what heā€™s going to do when he finds out about this, but you can imagine itā€™s not going to be kind. Crew cleaning your machine. You drop your supplies and rush out of the gym in a panic. During the ride home, you think of ways to lie to Bucky. Heā€™s going to take one look at your face and know something is wrong.
Youā€™re a terrible liar, but you canā€™t think of anything because youā€™re too scared. Scared to the point of tears. Maybe if you sneak inside and run to your room, youā€™ll be able to calm yourself down enough to come up with a convincing lie.
You park in the garage and rush inside knowing Bucky has cameras and sensors for when someone enters the garage. Youā€™re about to book it up the stairs when you run smack into Buckyā€™s chest.
ā€œWhereā€™s the fire?ā€ He sees the panicked look in your eyes and immediately becomes on alert. ā€œWhat happened?ā€
ā€œNothing. Just an intense workout. Iā€™m going to take a shower.ā€
You go to leave but Bucky grabs your arm in the same place as Vince did. You wince and he lets you go immediately thinking he hurt you. His eyes narrow on the bruises Vince let, and the fire in his eyes tells you heā€™s not going to believe anything but the truth.
ā€œWhat. Happened.ā€
You have no choice but to tell him the truth before you get in trouble for lying.
ā€œBefore you, I had a bodyguard. He was caught spying on me through a hole he created in my bedroom. He was fired and my father made it clear never to bother me again. Well, he was at the gym. Heā€¦ threatened meā€¦ saying I shouldnā€™t be surprised if I find him in this house because I donā€™t have a bodyguard now. Heā€¦ wants his job back.ā€
ā€œOkay.ā€
Bucky moves around you to go to the garage but you jump in front of him and put your hands on his chest. He looks calm but you know he is fucking pissed. Itā€™s taking all of your strength to keep him from entering the garage.
ā€œBucky, stop.ā€
ā€œIf you think I wonā€™t pick you up and move you out of the way, youā€™ve got another thing coming.ā€
ā€œBucky, please. I will bring this up to my father tomorrow at dinner. Please let my family handle this. He worked for my dad. He should deal with it.ā€
Bucky looks down and he sees the desperation in your eyes. It doesn't do shit to calm him down but he backs away knowing this is what you want.
ā€œFine.ā€
Bucky retreats to his office for the rest of the day. Before you know it, Friday has come and youā€™re walking up the steps to your fatherā€™s mansion. Youā€™ve been dreading this moment since the gym but you know you have to tell your father about this. Bucky was supposed to ride with you but you hadnā€™t seen him all day.
ā€œOh, sweetheart! Iā€™m glad youā€™re here!ā€ your mother says when you walk into the house.
ā€œHi, mom.ā€ She pulls you in for a crushing hug. ā€œYou just saw me last week.ā€
ā€œI know, but it feels like a lifetime. Where is Bucky?ā€
ā€œI donā€™t know. Iā€™m sure heā€™ll be here. He said he would.ā€ Your father walks in and you smile when you see him. ā€œDaddy!ā€
ā€œPrincess,ā€ he smiles.
You bounce over to him and hug him tightly. Heā€™s a very tall and muscular man but he has always been gentle with you. Youā€™re his princess. Youā€™re his only daughter, so he takes your health and well-being very seriously. You have six brothers but heā€™s not the same with them as heā€™s with you. Theyā€™re just as scary as your father. Youā€™re not sure why you ever needed a bodyguard when you had six living at home with you.
You join your family in the dining room and greet your brothers. The family butler brings out the food until there is a plate in front of everyone. You look beside you at the empty chair and wonder where Bucky is. Heā€™s supposed to be here. He said he would. If he had to work, he would have told you.
ā€œSo, Y/N, when am I getting grandbabies?ā€
ā€œMom!ā€
ā€œIā€™m not getting any younger over here.ā€
ā€œYou have grandbabies. Tony and Luke both have children. Gio has one on the way.ā€
ā€œNone from you, though.ā€
ā€œOkay, well, when I get pregnant, youā€™ll be the first to know.ā€
ā€œWhere is Bucky?ā€ Stefan asks, shoveling food into his mouth as he speaks.
ā€œStefan!ā€ your mother scolds. ā€œDonā€™t eat like an animal.ā€
ā€œSorry, mom,ā€ he says with his mouth full.
ā€œI donā€™t know. He said heā€™d be here. Heā€™s probably caught up with work.ā€
Once your brothers are finished with their meals, they eagerly go for seconds. The dining room is filled with chatter about peopleā€™s plans, kids, and trips they have coming up. You never talk about work while youā€™re eating. Thatā€™s reserved for after dinner and always over a glass of top-shelf whiskey.
Suddenly, all chatter ceases when someone walks into the dining room. Bucky. Only heā€™s covered in blood. Blood stains his nice suit and spatters his smooth skin, but he acts as if he has nothing on him. His hands are clean though. He sits next to you and accepts the food the butler brings. He takes a bite of the meat and moans at how good it is.
ā€œIs it taken care of?ā€ your father asks.
ā€œYes, sir.ā€
Chatter returns as normal as if Bucky isnā€™t covered in fucking blood. Even your brothers donā€™t seem to care that blood is now on the table. Your mother doesnā€™t care that blood is getting on her nice white dining chair. You lean closer to him and grab your napkin. You grab his chin and start wiping the blood from his cheek.
ā€œWhat the hell is the matter with you? Where were you? Why are you covered in blood? Whose is it?ā€
ā€œVince.ā€
Now everything makes sense. He must have called your father to tell him what you told him who then told your mother who then told your brothers.
ā€œI told you Iā€™d handle it.ā€
ā€œHe touched whatā€™s mine.ā€
ā€œExcuse me?ā€
ā€œHe touched my wife.ā€
You throw the napkin down knowing itā€™s useless. ā€œLast I checked, Bucky, you donā€™t own me.ā€
ā€œNo, you but own me.ā€ Your eyes widen in surprise. ā€œIā€™d do it again and again to protect you.ā€ He grabs your chin with his clean hand and kisses you. He pulls away from you and wipes away the drop of blood he got on your skin. ā€œEat.ā€
It takes you several seconds to wrap your brain around what just fucking happened. You grab your fork and take a bite slowly. Maybe there is some warmth to that cold heart.
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mrsbarnesblog Ā· 1 year ago
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Tattoo
masterlist ko-fi ao3
Tattoo Artist! Bucky Barnes x Bookshop Owner!Reader
Summary: When Natasha begged you to come with her to get her new tattoo done, you didn't expect that her actual plan would be to set you up with a fine-as-hell tattoo artist.
Word count: 5.8k
Warnings: +18ā—ļøsmut, p in v sex, oral sex (r receiving), protected sex, dirty talk, strangers to lovers, Bucky is hot as fuck, shy and socially awkward reader, insecurities.
Author's note: sooo, it took me forever to write, but I finally finished it and I'm kind of proud of this one. Bucky with tattoos and a low bun? yup, I'm totally ready to do whatever he desires! I hope y'all will like it too. feel free to leave comments or fic ideasšŸ’˜
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ā€œIā€™m going to be there almost for a whole day. I love those idiots, but I still need my best friend to cheer me up." Natasha threw her hand over your shoulders, trying to convince you to go with her on a tattoo session. It was not her first time, but now she wanted to get a much bigger one on her thigh, and, for some reason, she really wanted you to go with her, using the fact that it was your day off.Ā 
ā€œNat, you know that I hate going to such places. Iā€™m socially awkward; what am I gonna do there for so long? I donā€™t even know those people.ā€ You frowned, already feeling a bundle of nerves in your stomach.Ā 
You were what others may call boring, but you rarely went to unknown places or hung out with random people. You would rather stay with a book in your apartment and read for a whole day than get into such situations. Not to mention, that tattoo salon was full of men, and it made the whole situation even worse.Ā 
ā€œBut youā€™re going to be with me. They are the nice guys, I promise. You will sit with us in the room; we can talk, or you can read another book, while Barnes will do my tattoo. I just donā€™t want to die of boredom there. Please?ā€ She pulled you even closer, and you knew that she wouldnā€™t let that go. So you had no other choice but to agree.Ā 
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You didnā€™t know what you were thinking when you decided that wearing a light, flowy dress would be a good idea. Because now, following Nat out of her car to that tattoo studio, it felt too short, too open, and just too much. You tried to calm down, thinking to yourself that there was nothing serious; you were just going to wait in the corner, and other people probably wouldnā€™t even pay attention or talk to you. Natasha, with her boldness and openness, was always the center, and you were totally fine with that.Ā 
But you were so wrong.Ā 
As soon as you walked inside, four men stopped talking, turning around to face you and Nat, and you honestly thought that you were going to faint.Ā 
ā€œHey, guys. Hope you donā€™t mind that I brought my friend. So I do not have to listen to your boring asses complain all day." She teased, dragging you by the hand like a mom who tried to encourage her kid to talk. You were round-eyed, and a wave of heat washed over your body when you were face-to-face with a blonde and big guy. But before either of you could say or do something, a person who you didnā€™t recognise at first stepped in, pulling you into a hug.Ā 
ā€œIsnā€™t it my favorite book girly ever? How are you doinā€™?ā€ Samā€™s enthusiasm and energy were always so refreshing to you, so when he quickly pulled away, instead wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pushing you further into a studio, you tried to stay calm and not freak out.
"I didn't know that you were working here. Howā€™s Sarah?ā€ You asked, looking up at him.Ā 
ā€œYup, for a few years. She is doing great, but AJ and Cass are a pain in the ass. They are growing too quickly, you know." He chuckled. ā€œNow, say hi to those idiots.ā€ He moved his head toward the men who were silently observing your interaction. ā€œTony, Steve, and Bucky.ā€ Sam named them in order. Tony just nodded to you, Steve smiled with the friendliest smile you had ever seen, and Bucky...Ā 
Your head became empty as soon as your eyes landed on him for the first time. He was leaning on the wall at the back of the room, so you didnā€™t pay much attention to him at first. He was hot. Unbelievebly hot. He was tall and muscular, with a low bun at the back of his head and tattoos covering the visible parts of his arms and neck. And as your gaze moved to his face, you almost choked on a fucking breath.Ā 
Piercing blue eyes looked right directly at you, and the slightest smirk curled the corner of his lips. You didnā€™t know whether you felt too cold, too hot, or if you just wanted to vanish right on the spot. Your face heated, your eyes started running around the room, and your heart was beating a few times faster. It was overwhelming, and you thought that you would have to go out of there, but right on time, Natasha stepped in front of you, dragging all attention to herself.Ā 
Bucky had to admit that once in his life, Sam was right. Sam tried to convince Bucky to go to that book shop for a few months, saying that he had to meet with the girl who worked there, but he was way too stubborn.Ā 
He would have done it a long time ago if he knew you would look like the most precious, cute, and sweet person. Bucky could not take his gaze away from you as soon as Natasha dragged you inside, absorbing everythingā€”from the way you looked so soft and pretty in that dress to the way you blushed and were nervous about the whole thing.Ā 
He saw your reactionā€”how you became even more flushed after your intense stares at each other. Bucky was never the type of guy who liked to tease you, but Goddammit, he wanted to see how you would react if he stepped closer and talked to you. He also wasnā€™t creepy towards women, but the only thought that came to his mind was that he wanted to taste you. The desire to shove your back into the wall, lift up the skirt of your dress, and fall to his knees was shocking; he had never felt such an instant pull toward another person.Ā 
ā€œBarnes, are we going to start, or youā€™re planning on standing and staring for a whole day?ā€ Natasha crossed her arms over her chest as if she were annoyed, but you thought that you heard something weird in her voice, as if she held back a smile.Ā 
And then she quickly looked back at Sam and nodded with a smirk.Ā 
You just followed Nat and Bucky to his own part of the studio. Too lost in your head because of your friendā€™s weird behavior, you sat down on the sofa in the corner, and the next thing you noticed was the tall figure leaning above you. You probably got carried away to much because now there was a cup of tea standing in front of you on the table.
You looked up, only to meet those pretty blue eyes again. Bucky looked down at you with the same smirk on his lips, and you could barely form a normal thought in your head.Ā 
ā€œHope you donā€™t mind a hot tea, princess?ā€ Yup, you were dead. Of course, he had to have the sexiest voice you have ever heard in your life. It was not enough for him to be charming or look like a fucking sinā€”he also had to sound hot.Ā 
ā€œThank you.ā€ You almost whispered.Ā 
Bucky gave you another mysterious smile before going back to his place, where Nat was already without her pants and ready to start.
You and Nat were talking for the next few hoursā€”well, she was mostly talking about a girl named Maria that she met not so long ago, and you were nodding, listening, and sipping your tea. That way, you almost forgot about Bucky sitting in the room with you because he was too focused on his job and didnā€™t even look away from the tattoo.Ā 
To be honest, you accidentally looked at him one or two times because it was hard not to notice a few curls slipping out of his bun, or the way his tattooed and veiny arms seemed so sexy, or that perfect face profile... Fuck. But everything was good until Nat suddenly asked him to stop for a few minutes.Ā 
ā€œI really need to pee, Barnes.ā€ She quickly jumped out of her place, winking at you as she walked away.Ā 
ā€œNatashaā€¦ā€ You hissed at her when she left you and Bucky alone in the room, your insides already shivering with nerves. She was fucking doing it on purpose. You were sure that everything here was her plan to set you up with Bucky because she had never left you anywhere alone, knowing your nervousness.Ā 
ā€œAre you afraid to stay with me alone?ā€ Bucky chuckled, stretching his neck from an uncomfortable position. Your cheeks heated, and you unconsciously started scratching the surface of your phone case. He was charming. He obviously knew that, judging by the way he acted to tease you. When his question was left without an answer, he just shook his head, smiling to himself. ā€œI didnā€™t know that Nat was dating girls.ā€
Bucky was desperately trying to make you talk. He saw how you looked at your friend when she left you alone with him, and knowing Nat, she would not have done it if you were truly afraid of him. So he was hoping that you were just too shy to talk to him and that he could make something out of it.
ā€œMhm. What, you hoped to have a chance with her?ā€ You finally looked up, and you couldnā€™t hide the disappointment in your voice. Of course, Bucky was just trying to hit on your friend. Everyone tried. And you knew that she was so pretty and an amazing person, really, but you just wanted to experience it yourself at least once.
ā€œWith Nat?ā€ Bucky almost laughed, genuinely taken aback by your response. ā€œNah, sheā€™s cool, but not my type.ā€
ā€œAnd who is your type?ā€ You asked before you could even think about it.Ā 
"You know, those cute and shy girls who can barely talk to anyone and easily blush or get nervous." You froze in your place, and you swore that the blood in your veins had done the same. Your eyes widened in shock, looking at the proudly smirking Bucky. Did he really mean that, or was it just a stupid joke?Ā 
Natasha came into the room, curiously looking between you two, but you just stayed silent and looked away again, staying even quieter until the end of the session.Ā 
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ā€œWhy did you do that?ā€ You frowned, looking away from Nat and crossing your arms over your chest. As soon as she was done, you almost ran out of that place, the mixture of weird feelings bubbling inside of you, and you were too frustrated to even talk to someone there.Ā 
ā€œDid what?ā€ Your head snapped back at her innocent, unbothered voice. She rolled her eyes, not looking away from the road. ā€œI did that because I love you.ā€Ā 
ā€œAnd I love you too, but I hate that you and Sam put me in this position!ā€
ā€œIā€™m sorry if we made you uncomfortable. Donā€™t be mad at what Iā€™m about to say, but I know that you feel lonely and that you want to have someone or to date someone. I understand your anxiety; I really do, but I wanted to help you.ā€ Her voice sounded so genuine, and even if you were mad, you knew that Nat had always tried to do what was best for you. ā€œBucky is a good guy. Heā€™s attractive, heā€™s kind, heā€™s funny, and he's definitely not a player. I just wanted you to meet him, and from what I saw, there was a sparkle between you.ā€
You didnā€™t say anything to that, because she was totally right. Even if you had never said that out loud, you wanted someone to like you. Was it that much to ask? It was just hard to believe that someone as attractive as Bucky, who could easily get a good handful of women whenever he wanted to, had actually flirted with you.Ā 
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The next day, when you finally returned to your favorite place in the world, it was crazy. For some reason, too many people came to the bookshop, and almost everyone needed your advice or help. You were running around the shelves, putting the books in their places, receiving the payment, and then welcoming new customers. So when, at 9 p.m., you put the sign ā€˜closedā€™ on the door, you felt the relief that the day was almost over.Ā 
You still had a lot to do, though. Taking the pile of books from the front table, you went to the back room, where you stored some of them. Suddenly, you heard the bell ringing and heavy footsteps on the wooden floor.Ā 
ā€œIā€™m sorry, but we are already closed. Please come tomorā€”ā€ You forgot what you wanted to say when you looked out of the room into the main part of the store and saw the last person you ever expected.Ā 
ā€œHey, princess.ā€ Bucky put his hands into the front pockets, which made him seem even bigger, and smiled at you in a way that made your knees weak. He looked similar to what you saw yesterdayā€”a low bun, black jeans, and a shirt that revealed some of his tattoos. God, his tattoos made you imagine things that were too inappropriate to say out loud. ā€œSorry that I came so late, but I just got off work, and I really wanted to see the place Sam has been bugging me about for weeks.ā€ He noticed how you were looking at him again, but he decided not to tease you about it.Ā 
ā€œUm, hi.ā€ You dusted off your hands and fixed the bottom part of your dress to make sure that everything was in itā€™s place. Bucky couldnā€™t help but follow your hands, staring at the way the hem of your dress moved around your thighs. ā€œDo you need something? Like a book? Or you came just to get rid of Sam?ā€
ā€œYeah, maybe a fantasy book or something like that.ā€Ā 
ā€œI can show you where we have it, but I, um, need to finish the work here, so it would be great if you'd find a book that you like by yourself. Is that okay?ā€ His stare was intense, and you really didnā€™t know what to do with this. Was he always like that with women? But Nat said that he wasnā€™t a player, and you trusted her more than yourself.
ā€œTotally.ā€ You nodded, calmed down your nerves as much as you could to not embarrass yourself in front of him, and you showed the way to the shelves at the back of the shop.Ā 
ā€œTake as much time as you need; Iā€™ll go... there.ā€ You pointed behind you to the piles of books, and Bucky chuckled at the way you were nervous around him. That was so fucking cute that he wanted to just scoop you up in his arms and make you blush again and again.Ā 
Almost ten minutes later, you showed up again with a few books in your hands that were from the fantasy section, and as much as you wanted to escape Bucky, you also wanted to finish your job. He just quickly looked at you, too interested in the book in his hands, but didnā€™t say anything.Ā 
You tried to reach the highest shelf to put the book in itā€™s place, but it was too far away. Usually you used a small ladder, but it was somewhere else now, and you just tried to do it standing on the tiptoes.Ā 
ā€œLet me do it, princess.ā€ Bucky chuckled, closing his book and putting it down, and reached out to help you.
ā€œNo!ā€
ā€œYou wonā€™t reach it. Just give it to me.ā€ He placed his hand on your back, stretching the other one.Ā 
ā€œI can do it myself!ā€Ā 
You couldnā€™t. Because the next thing you know, the book slipped out of your hand when you tried to make more distance between you and Bucky, and you also lost control of the ones you held near your chest. Everything fell onto the floor with a loud ā€˜boomā€™ and you prayed that nothing got damaged.Ā 
Your head snapped back to say to Bucky that it was his fault, but he was already looking down at you, and you immediately forgot about everything. Only then did you realize that he was so close to you; his hand was holding your waist, and your back was almost pressed against his hard chest.Ā 
ā€œSorry.ā€ He didnā€™t know what he was sorry for. That he distracted you and made you drop everything, or for what he did next. After his eyes quickly looked at your plump lips, his right hand fell onto your cheek, and he kissed you.
Your instant thought was to push him away, run, and hide in the storage room, but the firm hand on your face and waist made it impossible to move. Bucky almost devoured your mouth and completely controlled you, and you could barely keep up with the rhythm of the kiss.Ā 
He was good at it.Ā 
No one ever kissed you as if it were the best thing they'd ever tried, but Bucky just couldnā€™t stop. He spined your body, so you were not in that awkward and uncomfortable position anymore. Now that you were standing chest to chest, your back got pressed into the shelves, and Bucky was towering over you. It felt unknown but so right at the same time. Your experience in this area was really poor, but the adrenalin in your blood made you a little bit more sure of yourself.Ā 
ā€œYouā€™re doing something to me.ā€ He breathed into the kiss, and you just whined without realizing it. He connected your lips again, tightening his hands on your waste and, that way, pulling you even closer. You had no idea where to put your hands, but your body seemed to work on autopilot, so they landed on his chest.
You felt something hard on the lower part of your belly, and the thought that Bucky had become hard solely because of the kiss nearly drove you insane. Hot, handsome, and charming men had never kissed you as if you were their last meal, teasing you with their bulge in the middle of your shop.Ā 
God, he must be big.Ā 
Your heart started beating so fast that you heard it in your ears. Was it the right thing to do? What should you do or say after that? Did he think that you kissed badly?Ā 
ā€œI can almost hear the thoughts in your head. Why are you worrying? You donā€™t like or want it? Just say, and Iā€™ll step away.ā€ You licked your lips, as if you tried to taste him again. You felt how your face heated again from being so close to Bucky. He didnā€™t sound or look as if he were judging you, and it made you feel safe enough to tell what was going on in your head.
ā€œI justā€”I'm not really familiar with it. I barely know you, and you just kissed me, and I am at a loss for what to do." You said, nervously playing with the material of his shirt. Bucky's hand cupped your cheek, making you look at him. It surprised you that he didnā€™t try to do anything to push you, like many other men who just think with their dicks. Your stomach tightened from the way he stared at your face.
"I understand and thatā€™s okay if you feel a little bit scared. Iā€™m not pushing you and you can say no to me. I really came here just to talk to you, but I cannot think of anything else but you. Can I kiss you, princess?ā€ Your eyes closed when you felt his breath on your lips again. You couldnā€™t deny that you wanted it too, so you just slightly nodded to his question.Ā 
Bucky kissed you deeper and slower, allowing you to follow him. He stroked your cheek gently as his tongue slid into your mouth, causing you to moan. You swore that he smiled at your reaction, and it encouraged him to push his other hand from your waist to your thighs.Ā 
Your skin started tingling when you felt it going under your skirt. Tattooed fingers traced the soft lines on your legs until they reached your underwear. Only then did you realise that you were getting wet. This whole time, it was not just nerves; oh no, your body actually just craved that man in front of you and now you could do nothing to hide it. In your last attempt, you tried to push your legs together, but you made it worse when Buckyā€™s hand slipped higher and touched the wet spot.Ā 
ā€œHoly fuck.ā€ He growled, ending the kiss and looking down, where his hand stayed under your clothes. ā€œYou are not so innocent, huh?ā€Ā 
ā€œShy and innocent are two completely different things, Bucky.ā€Ā 
ā€œRight.ā€ Biting his lip, he looked up at you again with darkened eyes, and you felt his hand pressing onto your dressed core more firmly. ā€œCan I taste you?"
Your eyes widen in shock. You were not a complete virgin, but unfortunately, you had never experienced that before. ā€œMy sexual life is actually really, and I mean really, meager, and no one ever asked me to do it.ā€ You whispered, almost in embarrassment.Ā 
ā€œSo youā€™re telling me that no one asked to eat you out, princess? Well, thatā€™s a shame. I bet your pussy is as sweet as you are.ā€ He ran his nose across your cheek, enjoying your delicate skin and the light scent of your perfume, until he reached the sensitive part of your neck. ā€œYour scent drives me crazy... Youā€™re so sensitive, God. When was the last time you were with someone?ā€ You tried to act normal and not shiever, but when Buckyā€™s finger was running up and down the soft cotton of your panties, it was nearly impossible to do.Ā 
ā€œI donā€™t know. I did it just a few times, and I donā€™t date. Guys are not really interested in me.ā€
ā€œLoosers.ā€Ā 
ā€œBucky.ā€ You moaned his name when he suddenly fell to his knees. That view was so surreal for you. He seemed desperate to touch and taste you, to please you, even though he was painfully hard in his jeans. But he did not go too far because he was waiting for your response. ā€œWhat if someone walks in?ā€
ā€œThere is a sign on the door. Are there many people who go to bookshops at that time?ā€ Bucky took your left leg, slowly putting it on his shoulder. Your eyes followed every move with curiosity and a hint of worry when he turned his head to softly kiss your thigh.
ā€œOkay.ā€
Bucky took your leg off his shoulder but only to slide his hands under your dress and take off your underwear. He did not break eye contact when he helped you step out of it and then put them in his jeans pocket. With a quick motion, your leg returned to itā€™s place near his face and you blushed, realising how close he was.
With his right hand on your thigh and the left one slowly creeping up your other leg, Bucky started leaving kisses higher and higher, until he finally reached your pulled-up dress. When his head suddenly lowered and you felt the first touch of his tongue, you almost died.Ā 
Up until that moment, you didnā€™t even realize how tense your body was, but that first lick sent a hot wave over you and you could not hold back a whine. You just became a fucking puddle under his touch.Ā 
Bucky was not much better than you. He gripped your thigh harder, as if he wanted you to be even closer, and moaned when your taste blossomed on his tongue. He knew that he was addicted now and that he could spend hours in between your legs. His tongue slipped across your folds, collecting your juice, and then circled around your sensitive clit.Ā 
ā€œFuck, princess. Youā€™re sā€™ sweet.ā€Ā 
"Buckyā€”oh my god, please!ā€ You didnā€™t know what you were begging for, but that tight knot in your stomach was becoming almost too painful, and you felt tears forming in your eyes. As if Bucky had already understood your body better, he put two fingers of his left hand at your entrance, slightly pushing in just the tips.Ā 
You moaned again, your hand moving on itā€™s own and grabbing Buckyā€™s hair in despair. He slowly slipped inside, letting you adjust while still not stopping the movements of his tongue. You felt so fucking tight and wet around his fingers and his cock painfully twiched in his jeans. He started pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy, and if you werenā€™t so far up in your head, you wouldā€™ve been embarrassed by the noises coming out of you.Ā 
The combination of his thick digits and tongue pushed you into your first orgasm. Your back arched, and your legs unconsciously tried to close, but Bucky did not let that happen, gripping your thigh tighter and holding you in place.Ā 
ā€œCum for me, pretty girl. C'mon, donā€™t be shy.ā€ He encouraged you and that was everything you needed.Ā 
You had no idea what happened next because your body felt like it was floating and your head fell back with a moan of Bucky's name. He let you go through it, slowing his pace and pulling out his fingers. As much as he didnā€™t want to stop, he knew that it was enough for you for the first time.Ā 
You felt how Bucky jently lowered your leg and then, holding you by the waist, stood up and shamelessly licked his shiny lips. ā€œI canā€™t believe you actually just did that. No one has ever given me an orgasm.ā€Ā 
ā€œPrincessā€¦ Youā€™re unbelievable.ā€ He got closer to you, nuzzling into your neck and breathing in your scent. You could feel hardness in his pants, and while Bucky did not try to push it any further, the desire within you made you bold.Ā 
ā€œDo you have a condom?ā€ Bucky immediately pulled away from you, his eyes darker than before and his hands tightening on your waist. You bit your lip and lowered your gaze, as if you said something wrong.Ā 
"No, no, no, you canā€™t get shy after you just asked me this. Eyes on me, princess. Do you really want it?"Ā 
ā€œI do.ā€Ā 
Bucky connected your lips, distracting you from unnecessary thoughts, and you felt two hands on the back sides of your thighs. Your legs automatically wrapped around his waist, as if your body knew what to do better than you. You both moaned when his bulge met with your dripping core; Buckyā€™s grip tightened and he slightly moved your hips.Ā 
Firmly holding you in his hands, Bucky stepped away from the shelves and went to the table that was standing nearby. He blindly moved aside some books there, dropping a few on the floor and receiving a groan from you. He put you on the flat surface, not moving away from between your legs.Ā 
Your hands finally felt more confident to study his tattooed skin. You never realised that you were into people with tattoos, but now, looking at the variety of things covering his tanned skin, your belly tightened with anticipation. Your hands slowly reached his neck, slightly pulling him closer.Ā 
ā€œYou didnā€™t answer my question. Do you have it?ā€ Instead of replying to you, Bucky, not breaking eye contact, reached into his pocket and pulled out a wallet. He opened it, taking the shiny square that was sticking out of there.Ā 
Your eyes shot up at him, meeting his half-hooded and full-of-lust eyes. Bucky looked right back at you, mesmerized by your beautyā€”by the way your cheeks heated and your lips were slightly swollen. He quickly unbuttoned his pants, sliding them with boxers down his legs, until his hard as rock cock was free with pre-cum leaking from the tip.Ā 
ā€œIf youā€™re going to look at me like that, then I might cum like a teenager before everything starts, princess.ā€ Bucky growled, squeezing your thigh in his hand. You closed your eyes for a few seconds, then looked at his face again. You didnā€™t want to stare at his cock, but holy shit, it was better and bigger than everything youā€™ve seen before. You wondered what it would taste like, and that one thought made you clench around nothing.Ā 
With a quick, smooth motion, Bucky opened the package with his teeth, sliding the condom down his shaft. His hand moved you closer to the edge of the table, so now your faces were just a few centimeters away and you could feel his cock through the fabric of your dress.Ā 
ā€œBe a good girl and hold it here for me.ā€ Bucky folded your dress on your stomach, guiding your hand there, so he had better access to your sweet pussy. He had to see how he was disappearing inside of you with his own fucking eyes.Ā Ā 
ā€œBuckyā€¦ā€ You whined because of the way you were exposed to him, but you still did what he said. With wide eyes, you looked at how he moved even closer to you, slightly brushing your folds with the tip. Your free arm gripped his tattooed forearm, digging in your nails.Ā 
ā€œSo wet for me, so pretty... God, princess. I wonā€™t be able to keep my hands from you. Say you want this. I need to hear it.ā€ He palmed the side of your face, making you look up at him, and held himself at your entrance at the same time.Ā 
ā€œI want it. Please.ā€ You whispered, your eyes running back and forth between his pretty blues.Ā 
When he finally started slowly pushing into you, your mouth opened with a silent moan, and your eyes almost crossed with the way your whole body got covered with goosebumps. Bucky could not tear his eyes away from the place you two were connected. He felt every movement of your body and felt how your pussy almost sucked him inside.Ā 
He knew that you would feel good, but he did not realize that it would feel like the most correct thing in his life.Ā 
Bucky finally bottomed into you, stretching you the way you had never been before. You both thought that you could cum in that exact second, but you also both wanted to extend this moment as much as you could.Ā 
ā€œPrincessā€¦ā€ That sounded so desperate when Bucky finally started moving his hips, dragging his cock out and then pushing right back in. "Fuck, I need to kiss you. You feel like a fuckinā€™ heaven, holy shit.ā€ Not stopping sliding into you at a steady pace, he dragged your face closer, as if his life were depending on it. Bucky greedily bit and sucked your bottom lip, swallowing every moan and whine you let out.
ā€œMhā€” I canā€™tā€” oh, Bucky!ā€ You cried, trying to hide your face in the crook of his neck.
He pulled you back away from his body, holding you that way so he had a better view of your face and body. He felt the way your thighs tried to squeeze together, your face started to heat and you tried to look away.Ā 
ā€œDonā€™t you dare become shy when Iā€™m balls deep in you, princess.ā€ He slowed his movements and teased you until you almost begged him to fuck you properly again. ā€œYou need to cum, huh? Show me those pretty eyes; donā€™t hide from me, cā€™mon.ā€ You looked up, almost whining from the way he was looking at you. Pupils blown out, eyes slightly narrowed, and running around your face with interest and desire. ā€œDo you need something? Speak up, sweet girl.ā€
ā€œI want to cum. Let me, please.ā€Ā 
ā€œGood fucking girl.ā€Ā 
Bucky started fucking you with a new forse; the table under you was squeaking with every move, making the whole scene even dirtier. You could not care about embarrassment anymore, moaning Bucky name and begging him to be harder.Ā 
You both felt how close you were.Ā 
Your hand, with your skirt in it, tightened around the fabric, your spread legs were trembling and you started uncontrollably squeezing Buckyā€™s cock inside of you. His dirty words made your vision foggy with satisfaction and the way he didnā€™t stop hitting your sweet spot was enough for you to go crazy with an overwhelming orgasm.
ā€œBucky! Bucky, oh myā€” fuuuck!ā€ You cried in pleasure, feeling a few more thrusts of his throbbing cock, until he finally slowed down and emptied himself in the condom. Your body fell forward right into Buckyā€™s chest, too tired to even sit straight. He wrapped his hands around you, slowly stroking your back and kissing your temple.Ā 
ā€œYou are fucking amazing, princess.ā€ He mumbled into your hair and you just hummed in response. After a few quiet minutes, when your head started to clear up and the whole weight of this situation fell on you, you finally pulled away, hiding your eyes from him again. ā€œWhat? Whatā€™s wrong?ā€Ā 
ā€œI justā€¦ I donā€™t know what we are supposed to do in this situation; I meanā€” it was just sex for you, right?ā€ You asked, focusing on one particular tattoo on Buckyā€™s neck to not show how nervous you were.
Bucky didnā€™t answer for a few seconds, but you felt the weight of his eyes on you. Then he lifted your face with one of his hands and softly smiled at you. ā€œIf it meant nothing for me, I wouldā€™ve already been on my way home. I want you. I wanted you from the moment I saw you and I wonā€™t be satisfied until you let me take you out. Are you free tomorrow evening, sweetheart?ā€ He cooed, playfully tilting his head to the side. That man and his charm would be the death of youā€¦
ā€œUm, okay. Iā€™m free, if youā€™re not kidding.ā€
ā€œNot in the slightest. Now get dressed. I'm taking you home.ā€ He pecked your lips before slowly pulling out of you and getting rid of the condom. You slowly jumped from the table, legs trembling from two mind-blowing orgasms, not missing how Buckyā€™s smirked at you.Ā 
ā€œYou donā€™t have to take me home, Bucky.ā€ You fixed your dress and hair as much as you could without a mirror and then picked up the books from the floor that were forgotten during your makeout session.Ā 
ā€œWell, I didnā€™t see a car near the shop, so I assume youā€™re walking home. And itā€™s dark.ā€ He walked behind you, wrapping his hands around your waist and burying his face into your neck. ā€œI donā€™t like this idea. Iā€™m driving you home, princess.ā€Ā 
ā€œFine. You won.ā€ You playfully made an annoyed voice to what Bucky just chuckled and held you even closer.Ā 
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LOOK UP IN THE SKY! IT'S A BIRD, IT'S A PLANEā€” WRONG... IT'S MEGUMI?!
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SYNPOSIS : yn, an ordinary girl with a love for spiderman and a part-time job at the local record shop near campus, unknowingly catches the attention of tokyoā€™s (in)famous masked vigilante after a chance collision. who is this spiderman beneath the mask, you ask? none other than megumi fushiguroā€”the very ā€œnonchalantā€, yet talented guy who works at the skate shop just down the street. will the infatuated spiderman fangirl be able to find out his secret before it sends her into a spiral of unanswered questions?
STATUS : HIATUS
WHO : spiderman!megumi x fem!reader
TAGS : spiderman megumi, haha skater & (ear) pierced up megumi cuz i say so hahahahah, college au, not spiderman lore accurate (no canon events or whatever), kms/kys jokes, characters r most likely gonna be ooc, smau, crack, fluff, everyone is aged up, drinking/smoking mention probably, strangers to friends to lovers, modern au, cursing suggestive references/jokes, angst maybe at one point, lol maybe one sided hate at one point hahahaha......... ha??? who said that šŸ˜„, pining at one point be warned mwahahah CONTENT WARNING : each chapter will have their individual warnings ! (lowercase work intended)
AUTHOR'S NOTE : sigh if u think you've seen this before you probably have because i made a fanfic with the exact same slight(??) premise but then my friend deleted everything on my acc so !!! #wehateuhana anyway idea very heavily inspired by my goat @chososcamgirl god bless u girla (please please PLEASE!!! Go check out her super awesome CURRENT FANFIC and her UPCOMING ONE i was inspired by!!).... chapter names r honestly just based off of the songs i had on repeat while writing AUTHOR'S NOTE PT.2 : also i'd like to say i did get inspired by other fanfics i have read so if u notice smth seems similar to another fanfic lmk !!!! I CAN'T FIND THEM KMS TAGLIST : open , comment or send an ask to be added ! : )
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PLAYLISTS : ( intros ! )
YN'S GROUPCHAT : hw for first year advance classes MEGUMI'S GROUPCHAT : yuji hate group
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SINGLES : ( extras ! )
A-SIDE : yn's closet | megumi's closet B-SIDE : main playlist | record shop aux | lore drop
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TRACKS : ( chapters with a ļ¹ŸšŸŽ™ļønext to them include writing ! )
TRACK ONE : lover is a day | ļ¹ŸšŸŽ™ļø
TRACK TWO : no. 1 party anthem
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TRACK FOUR :
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dividers & "no skateboarding" sign by me ! : )
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sunrizef1 Ā· 28 days ago
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Distracted
Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Plus Size!Reader
Warnings: None
Authors Note: This is short but I feel like my ear is being ripped out from the inside so I am not well. Also, my brain is consumed by glorious thorn so I have been distracted :)
Requested: Yes/No/Vaguely
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ynln sunkissed ā˜€ļøšŸ’‹
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user1 Iā€™m in love with her
user2 pretty pretty girl
user3 Iā€™m OBSESSED
user4 the lighting in that third picture is enough to make me cry šŸ„²
user5 I need that dress
landonorris I hope vacations treating you well
ynln treating me better than you do, thatā€™s for sure
landonorris stop the violence šŸ«·šŸ˜žšŸ«ø
user6 Lando Norris they could never make me hate you
user7 literally y/nā€™s brother, you can not make me dislike that man
user8 an angel šŸ˜»
user9 this is how I think I look when I pose for pictures but I actually look like grimace
user10 liked by Joe burrow omg hey diva
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lewishamilton the grind doesnā€™t stop for summer šŸ’Ŗā˜€ļø
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user11 he would be the on to say the grind doesnā€™t stop wouldnā€™t heā€¦
user12 oh lawd im bout to-
user13 Iā€™m choosing to have decorum, as should the rest of you
user14 I am feral
user15 the face of a man whoā€™s gonna win his 8th championship at Ferrari
user16 is pull up bars the only exercise he knows orā€¦
user17 sir Lewis
user18 just remember that this man also runs an account where he pretends to be his dog
landonorris Iā€™m on vacation but u do u bro
lewishamilton thereā€™s levels to this šŸ™
user19 ik this isnā€™t a diss but knowing how many drivers are currently on vacation makes this so funny to me
user20 Iā€™m a big personal fan of the George Russell-esque shirtless post we got going on here
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ynln yall know this guy? I think he won a race or something, idk.
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user21 Iā€™ve never seen that man before in my life
user22 I def donā€™t know him
landonorris using the word yall should immediately invalidate your opinion
ynln using the term ā€œpapaya rulesā€ should immediately invalidate any of your point finishes
landonorris Iā€™m sensitive about that šŸ˜ž
user23 pic 3 scares me
user24 the way heā€™s gripping the seat makes me feel like Iā€™m being kidnapped
user25 whoā€™s diva is this
user26 my Dutch gp winner is who that is
user27 bullying is a vital part to fostering any brother-sister relationship
user28 love the fact that theyā€™re not even related and Lando just chooses to spend his time with someone who bullies him
ynln everyone bullies him, he couldnā€™t avoid it if he tried
user29 why is no one commenting on the fact that this is y/nā€™s first f1 appearance ever????
user30 okay diva
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ynln donā€™t get distracted šŸ˜˜šŸ™
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user31 mission: failed
user32 Iā€™m looking respectfully
user33 need dress details šŸ„“
ynln oh Polly!
user34 Lando in the likesā€¦ whoā€™s surprised
user35 my diva
user36 šŸ˜»šŸ˜»šŸ˜»
user37 I am amazed
user38 now why did Lewis like
user39 does Lando know
user40 PRETTYYYYY šŸ˜
landonorris hey queen!
ynln hey girl!
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lewishamilton staying focused āœŒļø
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user41 HEY LEWWWWWWW
user42 my diva queen Lewis Hamilton
user43 jumpscare shirtless pic
user44 George Russel core
user45 that caption is so yn vibeā€¦..
landonorris #noticing
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user46 I see a correlation
user47 what is Mercedes gonna do when they only have one driver that post thirst traps
ynln are you sure about thatā€¦.? šŸ¤­
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user48 oh so theyā€™re in loveā€¦ ik what this is
user49 diva as long as ur winning idc
user50 I have never loved someone so much šŸ˜­
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user51
YOURE BACKKKKKKK
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user52
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user53
My fav McLaren fan
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landonorris
Ur not in the McLaren garageā€¦
ynln
Oopsies ā˜ŗļø
landonorris
I hope ur boyfriend is worth betraying ur brother
ynln
Youā€™re so dramatic
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summary: your disdain for Lando was no secret. You didnā€™t hate him, but there was something about him that you just couldnā€™t stand.
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author's note: english is not my first language
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Formula 1 had always been more than a hobby for you; it was a passion, an obsession. You had grown up watching races, studying statistics and learning every detail of the circuits. However, it wasnā€™t just the sport that fascinated you, but the drivers. And for you, Max Verstappen was the best. His talent, his relentless determination and his ability to handle any situation on the track had made him your favourite since he joined the grid. So, when the current season became a tug-of-war between Max and Lando Norris, there was no question about which side you were on.Ā 
Your disdain for Lando was no secret. You didnā€™t hate him, but there was something about him that you just couldnā€™t stand. His arrogant attitude whenever things didnā€™t go his way, his constant need for attention and his immaturity were unbearable to you. And even more so now, when he acted like he was on Maxā€™s level, when, in your eyes, he wasnā€™t. He was a good driver, sure, but he didnā€™t have the mentality or experience to win a championship. That frustrated you, especially since every time he lost, he complained instead of accepting that he still had some way to go.Ā 
One day, thanks to your ā€œjobā€ (it was more of an internship) as a freelance sports journalist, you had the chance to attend a private event for Formula 1 media in Monaco. It was an intimate dinner with several drivers and some sponsors, a sort of social pre-season that promised exclusive access to the stars of motorsport. You couldnā€™t believe it when you received the invitation. Although you had covered races before, you had never been so close to the drivers in such a relaxed atmosphere.Ā 
The evening started well. You met up with other well-known journalists, shared a couple of glasses of wine and spoke to some members of the technical teams. Everything seemed perfect, until you saw him. Lando Norris.Ā 
He was surrounded by a small group of people, talking and laughing as if he owned the room. From afar, his voice rang out with a carefree tone that others found charming, but to you it sounded condescending. His wide gestures and constant laughter reminded you exactly why you werenā€™t a fan of him.
You decided to ignore him and continue enjoying the night, but fate had other plans. During dinner, you were assigned a spot right in front of him at the head table. You tried to remain professional, even though the situation made you uncomfortable.
ā€œAnd you?ā€ Lando asked after a while, addressing you directly as he smiled with overflowing confidence. ā€œDo you have a favorite pilot, or are you one of those who say you love them all equally?ā€
The comment, while seemingly harmless, made you roll your eyes internally. You had heard other journalists succumb to his charm, but you werenā€™t going to fall for it.
ā€œI have one, yes,ā€ you replied, keeping your tone neutral but direct. ā€œMax Verstappen.ā€
For a second, Landoā€™s smile faltered, then came back stronger.
ā€œOh, yeah?ā€ he said, leaning forward with a curious look. ā€œInteresting choice. Why him?ā€
You took a deep breath before answering, trying to stay calm.
ā€œHeā€™s the most complete driver Iā€™ve seen in years. His ability to adapt to any situation on the track is impressive, and he doesnā€™t give up no matter the circumstances.ā€
ā€œAnd you think I canā€™t do that?ā€ Lando replied, raising an eyebrow. Although he was still smiling, there was a defiant tone in his tone.
ā€œI think you still have a lot to prove,ā€ you replied bluntly, feeling the atmosphere at the table tense slightly.
Lando laughed, but this time his laugh sounded somewhat forced.
ā€œWow, straight to the point. This year will be different.ā€ Iā€™m ready to prove that I have what it takes to win.
You didnā€™t respond right away. Instead, you took a sip from your wine glass, watching him with a mix of skepticism and curiosity. You knew you could have been more diplomatic, but there was something about him that just pushed you to confront him.
The conversation turned to other topics, but the initial exchange hung in the air like a charged cloud of electricity.
Dinner continued, but the tension between you and Lando was undeniable. Every time he spoke or laughed, you felt your nerves fray. His voice seemed to boom louder than anyone elseā€™s at the table, as if he was deliberately trying to get everyoneā€™s attention. The worst part was that it worked. Every comment he made drew laughter and nods from everyone else, which only made your irritation grow.
You tried to focus on the conversation with the person sitting to your right, a journalist you'd known for a while, but every few minutes you found yourself glancing at Lando. It wasn't a look of curiosity, but of analysis. You wanted to understand what everyone saw in him, why he found it so easy to charm others while you found him so insufferable.Ā 
Of course, Lando was quick to notice your glances, and every time he did, he responded with a smile that seemed designed to provoke you. It was the kind of smile that said: I know you don't like me, but I don't care.Ā 
The rest of the dinner passed in a mix of awkward and disdainful glances. Every time your eyes met Lando's, it seemed like the two of you were fighting some kind of silent battle. He kept smiling with that carefree air, while you kept a neutral expression that perfectly hid the irritation you felt inside.
When dessert was finally served, you were counting down the minutes until the evening was over. But just when you thought you could escape without any more confrontation, Lando stood up and walked around the table, stopping right next to you.Ā 
ā€œItā€™s been interesting meeting you,ā€ he said with that smile that now seemed permanent on his face. ā€œI hope you enjoy following my season as much as you enjoy following Maxā€™s.ā€
His tone was light, but the challenge in his words was clear. Before you could respond, he had already walked away.Ā 
The next day dawned with a fresh and promising air. You had a busy schedule: interviews with some of the best drivers on the grid at one of the most important promotional events before the start of the season. Although you knew it would be an exhausting day, you were also looking forward to it. Talking to drivers, hearing their perspectives, and writing about them was one of the reasons you loved your job.Ā 
The morning started off calmly. You arrived early, dressed in a smart but functional outfit, with a notepad in hand and a professional smile on your face. The interview room was decorated with the logos of the teams and sponsors, and a row of cameras and lights was already ready to capture every word of the drivers.Ā 
The first interviews went smoothly. You spoke to George Russell, who always had a calm and polite charisma. Then to Carlos Sainz, who never failed to make you laugh with his anecdotes. Even Charles Leclerc, with his easy-going charm, made you feel comfortable. Everything was going well. You were professional, respectful, and although you weren't a fan of all the drivers, you knew how to maintain the balance between admiration and objective analysis.Ā 
But you knew that eventually you would have to interview Lando Norris. And, to be honest, you were dreading it.Ā 
When the time came, you saw Lando approach the small area where you conducted your interviews. He was dressed in his McLaren uniform, his hair perfectly messy and a relaxed smile on his face. From afar, he seemed unconcerned, but when his eyes met yours, you noticed a flash of recognition. He knew this wasnā€™t going to be just any interview.
ā€œHi,ā€ he greeted, extending his hand to you with professionalism. ā€œReady when you are.ā€
You took a deep breath, accepted his handshake, and nodded. You decided to approach the interview as usual: direct, objective, and with questions that went beyond the standard answers.
ā€œLando, this season promises to be one of the most competitive in recent years. Considering your progress in the last few races, how are you preparing to stay consistent in the fight against more experienced drivers?ā€
His smile didnā€™t falter.
ā€œGood question,ā€ he said, leaning forward slightly as he answered confidently. ā€œI think the key is to keep a cool head and trust the work weā€™ve done as a team. At the end of the day, it all comes down to who can take advantage of opportunities when they present themselves.ā€
The conversation flowed naturally, though you could sense a slight tension in the air. Lando was adept at answering, but it was also evident that he was measuring each word, as if he was making sure not to give you cause to criticize him further. You, for your part, remained neutral, asking pointed questions and avoiding any comments that could be interpreted as personal.Ā 
Towards the end of the interview, you decided to broach the subject of your rivalry with Max.Ā 
ā€œSpeaking of taking advantage of opportunities, your battle with Max Verstappen last season was one of the most talked about. How do you describe that dynamic?ā€
Lando held your gaze for a moment longer than necessary before answering.Ā 
ā€œMax is a great driver, that is not up for discussion,ā€ he replied, keeping his tone casual. ā€œBut I think this year will show who is really ready to fight for a championship. I am ready for that challenge, and I have no doubt that I can compete at the same level.ā€
ā€œInteresting,ā€ you commented, taking note of his response. But something in his tone made you purse your lips, as if he were issuing a veiled challenge, not only to Max, but to you as well.
The interview ended with a handshake and an exchange of tense smiles. From the outside, anyone would have thought that the two of you had been completely professional. And, technically, they had been. But inside, you knew the spark of disagreement was still alive.
The off-camera confrontation
Later, as you reviewed your notes and waited your turn for the next interview, you felt a presence behind you. You didnā€™t need to turn around to know who it was.
ā€œAre you always this harsh in your interviews or just with me?ā€ Lando asked, his tone light but with a challenging undertone.
You turned your head towards him, raising an eyebrow.
ā€œIā€™m doing my job. If I seem harsh to you, maybe you should review how you respond.ā€
Lando let out a soft laugh, leaning slightly towards you.
ā€œI think whatā€™s really going on is that you canā€™t stand the fact that you donā€™t like me.ā€
You crossed your arms, keeping your cool.
ā€œIt has nothing to do with that. Iā€™m not here to like you or not, Lando. Iā€™m here to do my job, and I think I did a pretty good job.ā€
ā€œOh, Iā€™m sure you do,ā€ he replied, his smile fading slightly as he studied you intently. ā€œBut donā€™t pretend that I donā€™t bother you. Itā€™s obvious. I saw it last night, and I see it now.ā€
His bluntness took you by surprise, but you didnā€™t let it show. Instead, you held his gaze.
ā€œIf youā€™re so worried about what I think, maybe you should focus more on proving what you say on the track.ā€
His eyes narrowed slightly, but then he smiled again, this time with something more genuine, as if your answer had amused him.
ā€œYou know what?ā€ ā€œI think weā€™re going to have a lot of fun this year,ā€ he said before turning and walking away, leaving you with a mix of irritation and something you couldnā€™t quite place.Ā 
Later, when the interviews started being posted as teasers on social media, you thought you could relax for a while. Youā€™d done a good job: professional, direct, and not letting your personal opinions creep into your questions. At least, thatā€™s what you thought.Ā 
You were in your hotel room, reviewing your notes for the article youā€™d be publishing the next day. Meanwhile, your phone was constantly buzzing with notifications. You decided to ignore them at first, assuming they were just alerts for posts related to the dayā€™s event. But when the sound became incessant, something inside you told you to take a look.Ā 
You unlocked your phone, and as soon as you opened Instagram, your worst fears were confirmed. There was a featured video on the eventā€™s official account: your interview with Lando Norris. The clip, though brief, perfectly captured the tensions you had tried to conceal.
ā€œLando Norris: ā€˜I think this year will see who is really ready to challenge for a championship.ā€™ā€
The camera then panned to you, raising an eyebrow and responding with a neutral but firm:
ā€œInteresting.ā€
There was nothing inherently out of place in the exchange, but the comments told another story.
ā€”Is it just me or is there tension between them?
ā€”The way she looks at himā€¦ ugh, thatā€™s pure disdain.
ā€”What if thereā€™s something else behind this?Ā šŸ‘€
ā€”Sheā€™s clearly not a Lando fan. #TeamMax.
ā€”This feels like the beginning of a rom-com, but with cars.
You frowned, scrolling through the comments. There were dozens of memes accompanying screenshots of the video. On Twitter, things werenā€™t any better.
One user had posted:
ā€œHer: ā€˜Iā€™m completely professional.ā€™ Also her: throws an invisible dagger at Lando with her eyes.ā€
The tweet was accompanied by a picture of you crossing your arms during the interview while Lando answered one of your questions.
Another said:
ā€œThe tension is so thick you could cut it with a rear spoiler.ā€
Though you tried hard not to let it affect you, a mix of embarrassment and frustration began to settle in your chest. You hadn't done anything wrong. You'd kept your composure, you'd been professional... or had you? You began to doubt yourself. Maybe your dislike for Lando had been more apparent than you thought.
The final straw was a meme someone had made with a picture of Lando smiling nonchalantly and a screenshot of you looking at him with a slightly skeptical expression. The caption read:
ā€œHer: ā€˜I'm impartial.ā€™
Also her: ā€˜Max > Lando any day.ā€™
You couldn't help but let out a sarcastic laugh, even though you weren't amused by the situation.
The Unexpected Message
Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse, your phone vibrated again, but this time it was a direct message on Instagram. It was from someone you weren't expecting.
Lando Norris:
ā€œLooks like we're trending. Did you plan this too, or am I just the one who knows how to get everyone's attention?ā€
You felt a rush of heat rise up your neck. This boy's audacity knew no bounds. You took a deep breath before replying:
You:
"Don't blame me for other people's interpretations."
The reply was not long in coming.
Lando Norris:
"Looks like you and I make a good team when it comes to talking heads. Maybe we should take advantage of it.ā€
You pursed your lips, deliberating whether to continue or leave it on read. But something about his message made you feel like this ā€œrivalryā€ wasnā€™t going to end anytime soon. Between the memes, the comments, and Landoā€™s brashness, you knew this story was just beginning.
You put your phone away with a sigh, but the feeling of unease didnā€™t go away. Now you not only had to deal with your animosity towards Lando, but also with the fact that the entire world seemed to enjoy watching them go at each other. And the worst part of all? Lando seemed to be enjoying it more than anyone else.
The days following the social media controversy were strange, as if you were navigating in a limbo between unwanted attention and trying to get back to your routine. You decided to stay as far away from the public eye as possible. Although you still fulfilled your responsibilities, you were very careful in choosing how and when to participate. You made sure to delegate trackside interviews to your peers and limit your interaction with the drivers to a minimum. essential.
After the race, when it was time to travel to the next venue, your strategy remained: low profile. The paddock, normally vibrant with conversations, interviews and the energy that a new race brings, became a place where you moved with calculated precision. You appeared only when absolutely necessary: ā€‹ā€‹at official photo shoots, on TV broadcasts, and always with a perfectly practiced smile.
You focused on other parts of your job, immersing yourself in writing articles, checking statistics and contributing behind the scenes. Moments of visibility were strategic, just enough to fulfil your responsibilities and avoid any unnecessary encounters. This involved coordinating with your colleagues to take on interviews with specific drivers. And, of course, among those names was always Lando Norris.
Despite your efforts to remain invisible to him, the paddock was a small place, and it wasn't always possible to avoid crossing paths with certain people. When this happened, you forced yourself to maintain your composure. You walked past him with your head held high, as if you hadn't seen him. You walked confidently, not allowing any flicker of discomfort to show on your face. But there was always that feeling, as if you felt his gaze briefly on you.
Lando, for his part, seemed busy with his own thing. He was immersed in his work, fulfilling his own commitments: meetings with the team, interviews with the press, promotional events. From the outside, he seemed completely focused on his world, almost as if the tension between you had never existed. You barely noticed any reaction from him, and that bothered you more than you were willing to admit.
There were fleeting moments, though. When you walked across the paddock with your notes in hand or passed him in the hospitality halls, you could feel his eyes on you for an instant. It wasnā€™t a lingering, inquisitive glance, more of a casual glance, as if he recognized you and then went on with his business.
Days turned into weeks, and the dynamic continued the same. You were both in the same place, but walking different paths. You avoided any direct interaction, and he, apparently, had no interest in seeking it out. However, social media remained attentive. Every time a photo from the paddock showed the two of you in the same place, even if it was meters away, the comments would come:
ā€”ā€œLook, there they are again! Is it a coincidence?ā€
ā€”ā€œThey donā€™t interact, but I bet thereā€™s some tension in the air.ā€
ā€”ā€œLando seems indifferent, but she looks so serious. Iā€™m intrigued by all this.ā€
Even though you tried to ignore it, you couldnā€™t help but see the posts. The speculations never stopped, but you remained firm in your decision not to let this interfere with your work.
For his part, Lando continued to move forward with his life in the paddock. His focus was on racing, media, and strategies to stay competitive. If he thought about you, he didnā€™t show it openly. But at times, when he was sitting in the hospitality area reviewing data or preparing for an interview, his mind wandered. He remembered the exchange of glances, the interview that had become a trend, and those brief moments when he saw you passing by. However, those thoughts were fleeting; he quickly dismissed them and returned to focusing on his work.
Despite your best efforts to stay under the radar and avoid Lando Norris, fate ā€“ or perhaps the small size of the paddock ā€“ seemed hell-bent on crossing paths with you. Grand Prix days became an awkward dance between keeping up appearances and trying not to explode in frustration. And, to be fair, Lando did nothing to make things better.Ā 
The issues started small, barely noticeable, but over time, the friction became more and more apparent, both to you and to those around you.Ā 
It all started with a seemingly insignificant moment at a press conference. You were sitting among the journalists, ready to take notes and prepare intelligent questions for various drivers. Lando was on the panel that day alongside Max and two other drivers. When it was your turn to ask, you asked a simple but direct question about his qualifying performance ā€“ completely standard fare.Ā 
The way Lando answered, however, made it clear: he wasnā€™t interested in being cooperative with you.
His answers were short, almost cutting, and his tone, though not explicitly hostile, had a hint of mockery. When he finished answering, he sketched an almost imperceptible smile, as if he knew exactly how he was affecting you. Some journalists exchanged glances, surprised by the exchange. You, with an impassive face, continued writing in your notebook as if nothing had happened.Ā 
However, in the hallways later, you heard one of your colleagues whisper:
ā€”It seems that Lando has something personal with her.
The next brush came during a recording for a special program. You were in a small dressing room preparing your presentation when Lando burst in unannounced. He was wearing his team uniform and seemed to be looking for something.Ā 
ā€œExcuse me, is this yours?.ā€ he asked dryly, holding a wireless microphone that someone had left there.Ā 
Before you could answer, he added:
ā€œOh, right, you probably just need a pen and a notebook.ā€
You froze for a second, processing the sentence. Although it wasn't necessarily an insult, the tone was clearly meant to belittle you.
"Not all of us need a car to feel important, Norris," you finally said, with a tight smile, as you walked past him to leave the dressing room.
It was an impulsive comment, but the expression on his face was reward enough. However, the incident made it clear that neither of you were willing to take a step back.
The friction began to be noticed in public as well. When you walked through the paddock and passed by Lando, you couldn't help but feel his gaze fixed on you, even if it was only for a second. You did the same, a kind of silent challenge. They weren't neutral glances; they were loaded with tension, with something deeper than simple antipathy.
There were times when he made sure to occupy strategic spaces, as if he were looking to make you uncomfortable. If you were in the McLaren team hospitality to interview an engineer or driver, Lando would casually wander over, interrupting the conversation with unnecessary comments or jokes that werenā€™t quite jokes.
When this happened, you kept your composure as best you could, but your answers were always just as sharp. The atmosphere became so awkward that even other team members noticed the dynamic and were quick to jump in.
The final straw came during a charity event organized by Formula 1. You were assigned to cover the event, and Lando was one of the featured drivers. At one point in the show, while the drivers were participating in a trivia game, someone mentioned the incident on social media that had made them trending weeks earlier.
Lando didnā€™t pass up the opportunity to make a comment:
ā€œWell, it seems I have a talent for bringing out the best in people, even when they donā€™t get along with me.ā€
The audience laughed immediately, but you felt the ground fall out from under your feet. Although his tone was seemingly light, the hint was clear.
Later, when the event was over, you approached the press officer and asked to change assignments to avoid covering any segment where Lando was involved. However, you knew it wouldn't be easy. The tension between you two was no longer a secret, and the more you tried to avoid it, the more it seemed like the universe was conspiring to keep you two crossing paths.
Despite the issues, neither of you were willing to back down. The relationship between you was like a rope stretched to the limit, ready to snap at any moment.
The tension between you and Lando had reached such an absurd point that, to any outside observer, it looked more like a schoolyard fight than a professional dispute between two adults. Although you both had legitimate reasons for your mutual displeasure, the way you handled the situation was anything but mature.
With those little passive-aggressive acts that seemed straight out of the angry child's handbook.
Things between you and Lando were far from calming down. The taunts and teases kept piling up like a snowball, and even though you tried to ignore it, there was something about him that you couldn't help but hate... and at the same time, something that pushed you to challenge him. But after that last race, things took a different turn.
It was an exciting race, one that kept everyone on the edge of their seats. Lando had won, and the paddock was in a party mood. Teams, drivers, media, and even sponsors gathered at a fancy club to celebrate. Although you werenā€™t particularly a fan of such gatherings, attending was part of your job, so you got ready, picked out a dress that was stylish enough but comfortable, and headed to the event.Ā 
The club was packed, with dim lights and vibrant music filling the air. Drivers and team members toasted the dayā€™s achievements, while others immersed themselves in lively conversations or danced carefree. The energy was contagious, and, for a moment, you allowed yourself to relax.Ā 
You were chatting with a couple of colleagues when you noticed Lando walk in. His presence was unmistakable: he walked with that confidence that used to irritate you, surrounded by some of his team members and other drivers who congratulated him effusively. He wore a dark shirt, unbuttoned just enough to look comfortable but effortless, and his winning smile was so wide it almost seemed to dare anyone to question him.
Your eyes met for a brief moment. You looked away quickly, determined not to ruin your evening by thinking about him.
As the evening progressed, a man approached you. He was one of the marketing guys for a team, someone you had exchanged words with at previous events. Tall, pleasant-looking, and clearly interested in you, he began to chat with you in a friendly manner.
The talk was light, but interesting. He asked questions about your job, joked about the tensions of the paddock, and made you laugh with witty comments. Although you werenā€™t looking for anything romantic, you enjoyed the attention. There was nothing wrong with letting yourself get carried away in the moment after stress-filled weeks.
Without realizing it, the distance between you shortened. The man leaned in toward you as he spoke, and you responded with animated nods. From the outside, anyone might have thought there was more than just conversation going on.
Lando was leaning against the bar, a drink in his hand and surrounded by a few friends. From where he stood, he had a clear view of you and the man you were talking to. At first, he didn't pay too much attention to it; after all, it wasn't his business. But, as the minutes passed and he saw you laughing and looking at him, something inside him began to boil.
The feeling was annoying, almost irrational. He didn't understand why he cared, but he couldn't help but feel a slight tingle of irritation at seeing you so comfortable with someone else. It wasn't jealousy, or at least that's what he told himself. It wasā€¦ what? Frustration? Spite? Whatever it was, it wouldn't leave him alone.
He decided to ignore it, taking a long drink from his drink and returning to his conversation. But every time he saw you from the corner of his eye, his concentration evaporated.
At some point, you decided to move to the bar to order a drink, and the man followed you. As you waited for your drink, you felt a presence beside you. You turned, and there was Lando, leaning against the bar with his typical relaxed expression, though his eyes seemed darker than usual.Ā 
He didnā€™t say anything, but the air between you immediately tensed. His eyes briefly rested on the man next to you before returning to you, assessing you.Ā 
Though no words were exchanged, the message was clear: he didnā€™t like what he was seeing. His jaw was slightly clenched, and his fingers drummed against the bar as if he were trying to hold something back. You, far from being intimidated, lifted your chin and held his gaze.
When you received your drink, you turned to the man and resumed the conversation as if Lando wasnā€™t there, although you felt his eyes burning into your back.
A little while later, you were on the dance floor with some friends. The music was lively enough to relax you, and although you werenā€™t the best dancer, you were enjoying the moment. Suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder. Turning around, you found yourself facing Lando.
There was something in his expression that seemed challenging, as if he were testing you. He looked you straight in the eyes and bluntly extended his hand. ā€œWould you like to dance?ā€
You knew exactly what he was doing.
ā€œNo.ā€ Was your dry, unwavering response.
The rejection seemed to surprise him, though he tried not to show it. A slight smile formed on his face, as if he were mocking your refusal, but there was a glint in his eyes that betrayed his irritation.
Without another word, Lando lowered his hand and turned around, returning to the bar. You went back to dancing, though you couldn't ignore the feeling that his eyes were still fixed on you from a distance.
Later, while you were dancing with some friends, you noticed him again. This time, he was in the center of a group, laughing and joking, but somehow he always ended up in your line of vision. It was as if he was making sure you saw him enjoying himself.
And you noticed. You knew he was upset, and you couldn't deny that it gave you a certain satisfaction. Maybe you even exaggerated your attitude towards the man a little, leaning towards him and smiling more than necessary. If Lando wanted to play, so could you.
The game continued for the rest of the night, a silent war that neither of you was willing to give in to. There were no words, but the looks and gestures said more than either of you were willing to admit.
When the party ended, you left feeling like you had won, though you knew Lando wouldnā€™t let this go easily. For his part, he was left with a mix of irritation and confusion, wondering why you let yourself be affected by him so muchā€¦ and why he couldnā€™t stop thinking about you.
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user1 they say carlos is the good looking one of the siblings butā€¦y/n is a goddess, she wins
user2 itā€™s almost been a year PLEASE TELL US WHO IT IS
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user3 sheā€™s been in a relationship for a year and her brother and friends are yet to know is CRAZY
alexandrasaintmleux canā€™t wait to see you next week!! (and lover boy too i guessšŸ™„)
charles_leclerc YOU KNOW?! TELL ME PLEASE MON AMOUR
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yourusername replied to carlossainz55 the family knows except youā€¦sorry hermano. you might purposefully crash into him on the track.
lilymhe gorgeous girl āœØšŸ’—
iamrebeccad carlos is freaking out now. you basically told him lover boy is on the gridšŸ˜­
user4 i love how none of the guys know but all the wags know about lover boy
user5 PAUSE. LOVER BOY IS A DRIVER OMG.
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After weeks of speculating who may be the mystery boyfriend of Y/n Sainz sister of Carlos Sainz Jr. it was revealed a few days ago that Oscar Piastri is the guy she has been going out with for almost a year now.
Y/n Sainz is known for her fashion icon status but most known for her songwriting skills collaborating with artists like Olivia Rodrigo, Harry Styles, Billie Eilish, Niall Horan, Sabrina Carpenter, Ariana Grande, and Taylor Swift. She has yet to release her own music but it has been teased that 2025 might be the year she finally shares her own musical talents.
Y/n Sainz, 25 and Oscar Piastri, 22 arrived to the Melbourne airport ahead of the Australian Grand Prix next week which is the McLarenā€™s driver home race.
It had become gossip around the paddock regarding who the mystery boyfriend of the youngest Sainz sibling could be as only a handful of drivers were single. Some had started speculating Lando Norris was her new beau seeing as he has a close relationship with her brother but that was shut down when Lando was asked about the rumor in an interview.
It then became a rumor that the mystery boyfriend was Williams driver Logan Sargeant as they had shared a few hugs in the paddock and were seen at the same restaurant at the start of this year. But he has then shut down that rumor confirming he is in a relationship already.
Others started speculating Y/n was seeing Lance Stroll after he left a few likes and comments on her most recent provocative posts. Y/n was the one to shut the rumor down with a simple ā€œlol. no.ā€ on a comment left by a fan asking if she was dating the Aston Martin driver.
Fans started speculating the fashionista & song writer was back with her ex boyfriend, NBA player Devin Booker. They were in a long term relationship for 5 years but were constantly off and on. Fans believed Y/n was making up a cover story so everyone could focus on the drivers of Formula One and who she may be dating out of all of them instead of the fact she got back with her ex.
Y/nā€™s team refused to comment on the last rumor. The pair did not finish on the worst terms but not in the best either and have tried their best to avoid each other at any events they attend.
Now to the one who was not expected on this rumor mill up until now: Oscar Piastri. The 22 year old had shared his crush on the girl since being a reserve driver for Alpine in 2022. He even follows a few fan pages of the girl and was always one of the first people to like her posts.
Everyone teased him about it and still did during the 2023 season which was when he started dating the youngest Sainz. Y/n has shared a few moments with the McLaren driver but nothing that would alarm anyone into thinking they were seeing each other.
MORE ARTICLES BELOWā€¦
Y/N SAINZ SPOTTED WITH OSCAR PIASTRIS FAMILY ON A DAY OUT AT THE BEACH
CARLOS SAINZ SEEN CHASING OSCAR PIASTRI AROUND THE PADDOCK
Y/N SAINZ AND OSCAR PIASTRI MAKE PADDOCK DEBUT
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liked by yourusername, nicolepiastri, charles_leclerc, mclaren, landonorris, and 457,385 others
oscarpiastri thanks for all the birthday wishes šŸŽ‰ special thanks to the gorgeous girl supporting me throughout this race weekend and for the rest to come. i love you to the moon.
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user1 ITS OFFICIAL OMG
user2 ā€œfor the rest to comeā€ they are endgame.
carmenmmundt my favorite couple. happy birthday, oscar!
yourusername my favorite person. forever thankful to you. we would not be here if you didnt set us up that night lol
oscarpiastri thank you, like my star said weā€™ll forever be thankful to you setting us up
user3 ā€œmy starā€ HES DOWN SO BAD. also carmen set them up?! i love this so much
landonorris happy birthday mate!
yourusername just realizing your poster comes out in the last picture šŸ¤Ø
landonorris even in photos i will thirdwheel šŸ˜Œ
yourusername i tried adding 23 candles but they said it could create a fire hazard. loser mclaren šŸ˜”
oscarpiastri we can have a redo at home anything you want
mclaren we have to keep our papaya queen safeāœØ
landonorris thought that was me šŸ„²
yourusername youā€™ve been replaced šŸ˜™
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yourusername my lover boy. my sunshine. my daylight. my world. my home. my safe space. all in one. getting set up on a date that we thought was meant to be a group dinner only to arrive at the same time expecting to see our friends but ended up just being you and i all night. it will be my favorite date ever. to know you is to know what love is and to have found a best friend in a lover. you are mine, my sunshine. te amo, oscaršŸ¹ā˜ļøšŸ¤šŸ§ø
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user1 1m likes in 5 minutes is CRAZY. oscy/n nation has take over šŸ˜Œ
user2 she made him a playlist of songs that make her think of him AND RELEASED A SONG SHE WROTE AND SUNG. Y/N SINGING DEBUT!!!
user3 she wrote him a song?! what is it called?
user2 daylight! itā€™s the most romantic song she has ever written. give it a listen trust me you wonā€™t regret it user3
alexandrasaintmleux my favorite couple šŸ’—
liked by yourusername and oscarpiastri
charles_leclerc collab when?
yourusername when and where?šŸ˜Œ
lilymhe so happy the guys will stop annoying us to tell them who the bf was
alexalbon yeah i wonā€™t ever get over all the girlfriends and wives knowing about this but not us šŸ¤Ø
georgerussell63 same
pierregasly same
maxverstappen1 same (again i already knew)
lewishamilton jokes on everyone i caught them making out behind the mclaren motorhome last year, they said i was the first one to know
nicolepiastri thank you for reciprocating his crush on youšŸ˜‚ the family loves you and how great you two are together šŸ’•
yourusername had to make his dream come truešŸ¤·šŸ»ā€ā™€ļø thank you for raising an amazing son! i love you and the rest of the piastri family šŸ«¶šŸ¼
carlossainz55 he really makes you happyā€¦
yourusername he really does. itā€™s all you ever wanted for me, right? iā€™m not a little girl anymore, carlos. you donā€™t have to protect me anymore
carlossainz55 iā€™ll always protect my hermanita butā€¦i can see how much he cares about you. and how much he loves you. iā€™ll stop chasing him like a mad man around the paddockā€¦for now.
landonorris good. poor lad was starting to almost pass out after he would escape youšŸ˜‚
oscarpiastri my greatest gift i have received is you (and deylight) my pretty girl, iā€™m forever going to love you until we are old and wrinkly and until our last day on this earth. i will love you in all other universes. thank you for loving me. the love of my life, you are my love and life
yourusername making me cry, oscā˜¹ļø hurry up and get to the hotel so i can kiss you
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Jacob Black's Self Saving System Pt.1
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disclaimer *:ļ½„ļ¾Ÿāœ§*:ļ½„ļ¾Ÿāœ§ crack.swearing.not proofread
synopsis *:ļ½„ļ¾Ÿāœ§*:ļ½„ļ¾Ÿāœ§ Jason, a self-proclaimed no. 1 Stephenie Meyer hater, finds himself unexpectedly transmigrated into the very novel he disdained. Following this ironic twist of fate, he is now tasked with the challenge of creating a better version of the story himself.
a/n *:ļ½„ļ¾Ÿāœ§*:ļ½„ļ¾Ÿāœ§ Inspired from @duckysprouts ā€™s series. Itā€™s so good ā‰ļøā€¼ļø. If you havenā€™t seen it already, PLEASE GO CHECK IT OUT. Like finally svsss content that isnā€™t shizun sphinx cats or binghe skin creature abomination. Art and concept so fresh it made my heart cry with joy and pulled me out of my three-month long writing slump. So, I humbly present this as an offering to our lord and savior, Ducky. Comment, Reblog and Like (āˆ©ĖƒoĖ‚āˆ©)ā™”
Pt 2
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Twilight by Stephanie Meyer was a modern classic in its renaissance era with a large cult that loved to hate it. Set in a place with relentless rain, mist shrouded forest and an ethereal light piercing the gloom ā€” the light being the one of only Edward Cullen. Though the statement is subject to fan bias ā€” he was a man, rather sparkly vampire, who somehow managed to be both irresistible and perpetually constipated.Ā 
Nonetheless, his charms never overshadowed the stellar performance of our female lead, Isabella Marie Swanā€” better known as Bella ā€” a teenager who gained worldwide fame for having a personality less vibrant than a wet cabbage. Together, they navigated the perilous world of teenage angst, vampire baseball, millenia old racist italian politicians and werewolves with a curious t-shirt allergy, all in an impressively monotone palette.
It was a heartwarming tale that began with awkward stares, cryptic yet nauseatingly clichĆ©d conversations and Bellaā€™s inexplicable attraction to danger, making the romance as thrilling as it was perplexing. Meanwhile, the supporting cast of her high school friends, each with their own irrelevant quirks and subplots, served as convenient plot devices ā€” appearing and disappearing at the whim of the author.
And as if her love life wasnā€™t tumultuous enough, Bella befriended Jacob Black. A werewolf who, unsurprisingly, hated all things vampire and Edward Cullen in particular. Between Edwardā€™s brooding, Jacobā€™s abs and Bellaā€™s classic damsel-in-distress antics that made poor Elena Gilbert seem unremarkable by comparison ā€” the story unfolded with the subtlety of a glitter bomb and reached unprecedented heights of melodrama. Something that helped the tale become a global phenomenon, demonstrating that improbable love stories can indeed shine in their own sparkly ā€œskin-of-a-killerā€ fashion.
ā€œThis has to be the worst piece of literature Iā€™ve ever read in my life.ā€ Those were strong words from a man who spent years and at least six hundred dollars collecting softbacks and hardbacks in every special and limited edition the series offered. Jason Black was an anti-fan who lived to scoff at the literary mediocrities of authors who, after taking one look at their drafts, believed they deserved to be released into the world as actual literature. Such people, often inspired by similar works, spawned their own deranged narratives, subsequently contaminating the sanctity of literature.Ā 
In laymanā€™s terms, Jason was a fervent hater of the highest order. He had a long list of things he despised about the series, yet curiously, re-watching the movies and re-reading the books always found its way to the top of his to-do list every other weekend. But do not get him wrong, not once did he say anything in favour of the series. Jason simply considered it one of those brain-rotting pieces that needed to be experienced to truly appreciate the beauty of classics like Emily BrontĆ« and Jane Austen.
_username_1 : Bruh stfu. Youā€™re probably an unemployed loner with nothing better to do in life than to be a keyboard warrior.Ā Ā 
_username_2 : then idk buddy donā€™t read it ? Itā€™s not that hard.Ā 
Jason huffed at the screen crossily, his fingers dancing over the keyboard unsure of what to type next. With a sigh, he stretched his arms as if preparing for battle. And a battle it was ā€” being an anti-fan required more dedication, practice and patience than being a regular fan. What he didnā€™t realize was that he had knocked a water bottle off the table onto the frayed cord of his PC.
He couldn't fathom why people defended it as if their lives depended on it. If he ever met Stephenie Meyer, Jason would have a long talk with her about the plotā€”or rather, the lack thereof. With the number of plot holes in the books, they could qualify as swiss cheese. The inconsistencies were glaring: if sunlight made them sparkle, wouldn't they still sparkle during the day, just less brilliantly ? How did Jasper and Alice not overhear the phone call despite having super-hearing ? Why did Jasper go ballistic over a papercut when he attended a school where students would get paper cuts and scrapes all the time ? Why were vampires and werewolves the only species to exist ? And why was Bella, or more specifically her blood, so exceptional ? Did she perhaps descend from a line of flavourful blood havers or was it due to her mother's partial albinism ?
Was she special because she was the female lead, or was she the female lead because she was special ? There were so many unanswered questions and half-assed excuses for the events in the story that most explanations came from clever fans trying to make sense of things the author clearly put no effort into planning or thinking through. These questions had plagued him since he first read the series, and the lack of satisfying answers only fueled his irritation. So much so that Jason was embarrassed for the author. Regardless, he didnā€™t like the direction this conversation was going so he did what any intelligent person would do, i.e., spew hate comments and log off.Ā 
edward_my_bbg : Dumbfuck novel, Dumbfuck authorĀ 
And as if on cue, a new notification popped up, dragging him back into the fray. It was another comment, this time mocking his apparent obsession with the series he claimed to hate. Jasonā€™s face flushed with irritation as he furiously typed a retort, but before he could hit send, his screen flickered and went black.Ā 
He looked down and realized the water bottle he had knocked over had short-circuited his PC. With a groan, Jason leaned back in his chair, staring at the dark screen. It seemed the universe had decided to give him a break from his self-imposed battle. His hand fumbled in the dark for the plug only to feel water on the surface. The sharp pain and crackle of electricity were the last things he knew before he plunged headfirst into endless darkness.
[Activation Code:怌Dumbfuck Author, Dumbfuck Novel怍 ]
[System activated]Ā 
[Pairing command successful]
ā€œWhat system ?ā€ Jason asked out loud into the void even though he knew that it was most likely a figment of his imagination. He hadnā€™t expected to receive a reply however he did receive one much to his surprise.Ā 
[Welcome to the system. During the opening of the 怌you can you up怍system currently in its development phase, we wish to provide you with the best experience. It is our sincere hope that during the process, you will achieve what you have stated: to transform a piece of stupid writing in accordance with your wishes into a high-end, expansive, and classic work. We wish you happiness.]
Jason blinked, trying to make sense of the message. He glanced around the dim room, half-expecting to see some kind of holographic interface or futuristic display but there was nothing. Just the voice in his head and the darkness. ā€œWhat the hell is this ?ā€ he muttered, feeling a mix of confusion and curiosity.
[You have been selected to participate in the beta phase of the 怌you can you up怍 system. Your task is to improve the story you despise, turning it into a masterpiece. All resources and guidance will be provided to you. Do you accept this challenge ?]
Jason hesitated, the situation seemed absurd, yet a part of him was intrigued. As he sat in silence, a thought occurred to himā€”what if he could actually fix all the plot holes that drove him up a wall ? Maybe this was his chance to prove he could do better. But then, the possibility of all of this being real seemed too slim. How did he get here ? What happened to him after the electric shock? Was he dying, or was he already dead ? "And if I don't accept ?" he asked, uncertainty and fear bleeding into his voice despite his attempt at maintaining his composure. The system responded quickly in the same mechanical tone as before.
[Your connection between your former body and soul was severed before the initiation of the program. If you choose not to accept, you will be returned to your previous reality with no changes made. This opportunity is unique and will not be offered again.]
ā€œSevered from my body ? Waitā€” doesnā€™t that mean Iā€™ll die if I donā€™t accept ?ā€ Jason's question hung in the air, met with nothing but silence from the system. The lack of response only confirmed his fear.
The system's silence was deafening, seemingly pressing him to make a decision. Realizing he had little choice, Jason took a deep breath. ā€œFine, I accept,ā€ he said, trying to sound more confident than he felt. How bad could it possibly be ?Ā 
[Command acknowledged. Initializing story rewrite mode.]
The void around him began to shift and wrap. Till now he felt as though he was floating with no sensation except the systemā€™s sound. His reality dissolved into swirling colours and Jason felt himself being pulled into a vortex. When the chaos settled, he heard a manā€™s voice call out to him. Unlike the clinical tone of system, this voice felt comforting and personal. He could feel tender warmth run through him however he couldnā€™t quite figure out what the voice was saying.Ā 
ā€œSon ? Can you hear me ?ā€Ā 
ā€œDad ?ā€ Jason murmured involuntarily, his voice hoarse as if he had just woken up from a long sleep. The gravel in the voice reminded him of the joys of his childhood when his dad was still ā€” wait a second. Who the hell is that ?
His eyes struggled to focus as his eyelids fluttered a few times. Eventually, he was able to make out his surroundings. The first thing he noticed was the ceiling. Unlike the damp ceiling of his old apartment with its peeling plaster and harsh lighting, this one had old glow-in-the-dark moon and star stickers. It wasnā€™t familiar, but it seemed oddly comforting, like he had known it all his life. He slowly turned his head and saw a middle-aged man sitting on a wheelchair beside him with concern clouding his face. The man's russet complexion was lined with wrinkles yet his hair was long and lustrous.
ā€œWhere am I ?ā€Ā 
ā€œYouā€™re at home. Youā€™ve been asleep for so long, itā€™s alright if youā€™re confused. Take your time son.ā€ The man he called ā€˜dadā€™ answered sincerely.
Jasonā€™s mind raced as he tried to piece together what had happened. The familiarity of the room and the comforting presence of the man didnā€™t align with the reality he remembered. In that moment, everything came back to himā€”his death, the void, the system, everything. Jason went into what could only be described as psychological shock. His brain went on autopilot.
The man reached out to grab Jasonā€™s hand, but Jason flinched and pulled away. Slivers of hurt flashed in the old manā€™s eyes as he slowly withdrew his hand. Jason hadnā€™t meant to react so harshly, but the information dump combined with the influx of sensory input, he was simply too overwhelmed to cope.
ā€œI-I think i need some space. Do you mind ?ā€ Jason spoke each word carefully, then added, ā€œ...dad,ā€ feeling strangely guilty for hurting his feelings. The old man nodded slowly and wheeled himself out of the room. As soon as he was gone, Jason jumped out of bed and ran to the mirror. "Who the FUCK is this?"
Staring back at him was a boy, fifteen or sixteen, with the same russet skin as the old man and glossy black hair that looked like it belonged in a shampoo commercial. Recognizing the features, Jason knew this could only be one person.
Ā [System activation successful ! Binding your role as : Jacob Black]
[System : Booting Up]
Jason, now Jacob Black, stared at his reflection in disbelief. The reality of his situation hit him like a shit ton of bricks. He brought his fist to his mouth and sobbed into it, and here he thought college was devastating.Ā ā€œBut Iā€™m Team Edward,ā€ he choked out between sobs. ā€œThatā€™s so fucked up.ā€
[Thank you for initiating the execution of the system. You are not bound with the account ā€˜Jacob Blackā€™. All resources and guidance will be provided to you in due time. Initial B points : 100]
Jasonā€”Jacobā€”felt a rush of confusion and frustration. ā€œNow what the hell are B points ?!ā€ he yelled, his voice reverberating off the walls of the unfamiliar room. The loudness of his own voice startled him, making him realize just how different everything felt in this new body.
[As the plot progresses, a number of opportunities to gain more points will be available. Please make sure your B points are not lower than 0. Otherwise, the system will automatically impose penalties.]
He stumbled back from the mirror, running a hand through his hair, which was definitely longer and thicker than he remembered. He could feel the strength in his limbs, the vitality of youth coursing through him. Yet, despite the physical vigor, his mind was in turmoil. He had transmigrated into the very novel he hated; the universe always seemed to have a field day when it came to ruining his life. Jacob looked around the room that was littered with the relics of a life he had to now live ā€” a cozy bed with rumpled sheets, a desk cluttered with schoolbooks and posters of motorcycles, bands and scenic landscapes on the walls.
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ā€œUm, so is Bella here ?ā€ Jacob asked, scarfing down the bacon his dad made for him. Despite stressing over the role he was supposed to play in the story, he quickly adapted to his new life. He had a family, a house to live in, no worries about finding employment, no bills or taxes, a social lifeā€”or at least he assumed he had oneā€”and, most importantly, no backaches. In hindsight, this might not be all that bad.
ā€œOh, you remember that ? Charlie said sheā€™s arriving in a couple of days,ā€ his dad, Billy, replied. Jacob felt a strange mix of anticipation and relief. Unlike most unfortunate transmigratees, he had no death flags to worry about, so he could sit back and watch Bella and Edward fall in love without ā€œJacobā€ interrupting them. Maybe he could even make things easier for Bella by acting like the perfect wingman. Who cared about making a better story anyway ? And once he had seen his OTP together, he could take his ticket out of town after the wedding and never return so that he could avoid the whole Renesmee business because some fates are worse than death.
[WARNING: Your plan is extremely dangerous and constitutes a violation. Please do not attempt it, or the system will impose strict penalties.]
Jacob choked on his water as the sudden warning window popped up in front of him. For a moment, he was so immersed in the domestic comfort of his new life that he almost forgot about the cursed system. His father looked at him with concern.
ā€œWater went down the wrong pipe, thatā€™s all. Nothing to worry about,ā€ Jacob said awkwardly, trying to reassure his father. So you can read minds now ? He internally taunted the system.
[It is a feature designed to ensure maximum support for the user.]
ā€œThatā€™s bullshit. Also, what do you mean by violation ?ā€ Jacob asked. Does this system really have no respect for privacy ? If he didnā€™t know better, heā€™d think it was some kind of Zuckerbergā€™s meta gimmick.
[You are currently at the beginning stage. OOC function freeze is activated. You must complete the beginning stage before any functions can be unlocked. If you perform any actions against the original ā€˜Jacob Blackā€™ role before the functions are unfrozen, a certain number of B points will be deducted.]
Given his extensive time spent on the internet, Jacob was well aware of what OOC meant, and he knew it wasnā€™t a good sign. OOC stood for Out Of Character, referring to actions taken by a role that deviated from how the character was originally written.
ā€œFUCK OFF. Iā€™m an adult. I already finished my degree and Bella is like, a baby. And you can forget the whole Renesmee shit too. Bella belongs with Edward and and I have no intention of pursuing either her or her future daughter. So back off, you creep of a system.ā€
[WARNING: The system is issuing another alert. If your B points fall below 0, you will incur a penalty, which involves being automatically transported back to your original world.]
ā€œYou know, threatening me with death is really getting old,ā€ Jacob stared at the warning message with his anger mounting. It felt like the system was encroaching on every aspect of his new life, imposing rules and restrictions without offering any clarity or real support.
He took a deep breath, trying to push past his irritation. There was no point in arguing with an automated system, especially one that clearly had its own agenda. Jacob decided to focus on what he could control. He needed to immerse himself in his role as Jacob Black and complete the introductory stage without attracting undue attention. The systemā€™s warnings might be annoying, but he couldnā€™t let them derail his efforts to adapt to his new life.
As he finished his breakfast, Jacob glanced around the house. It was warm and welcoming, albeit a little messy, which was understandable. He and his dad were the only ones living there and according to his dad, he had been inexplicably unconscious for almost a week. Keeping the house tidy wasn't exactly a priority for a man worried sick about his son.
ā€œThanks for breakfastā€¦ Dad,ā€ Jacob said, still not used to the idea of having a father again. There was the whole issue of stealing the real ā€œJacobā€ ā€™s life, dealing with imposter syndrome, and the guilt of replacing the memory of his own father by calling this old man his dad. But that was an existential crisis he chose not to mull over at the moment, especially on the precipice of the story's start. Call him selfish, but he preferred to focus on his blessings.
ā€œIā€™ll go take a walk. Iā€™ve been asleep for a while, so I need toā€¦ uh, stretch my legs,ā€ Jacob said awkwardly, hoping Billy wouldnā€™t notice anything strange about his behavior.
ā€œSure thing, son. Also grab some red meat from the store for dinner. A growing kid like you needs that protein. And buy yourself something nice with the leftover money,ā€ Billy replied, taking out his wallet and handing him some cash.
Jacob stared at the man in awe. As a kid who had bounced around the foster system after his dad died, he was used to being scorned and neglected. This might be part of the reason why he had become a social recluse, spending his time bashing bad literature and authors online. To him, Billy Black was the closest thing he had ever seen to an angel.
Jacob took the money, still feeling a bit dazed. ā€œThanks, Dad,ā€ he managed to say, pocketing the cash. The air filling his lungs was much fresher than the pollution-riddled air of the city he used to live in. Nature seemed a lot nicer than he remembered. So, here's a lesson for the kidsā€”donā€™t wait until you die and get transmigrated into a novel you hate to understand the importance of getting outside and appreciating nature. In short, go touch some fucking grass before itā€™s too late.
Almost as if by instinct he found himself at La Push beach. He wandered through the familiar yet new surroundings, trying to piece together his plan. If he was going to be stuck in this world, he might as well make the best of it. He thought about the story and mentally reviewed his plan. He would stay under the radar, be friendly but unobtrusive and focus on blending in with the locals. If he played his cards right, he might just manage to navigate this strange new life without getting points deducted by the systemā€™s restrictions.
After strolling along the shore for a while, Jacob found a rock to sit on and watch the ocean. It was a stark contrast to the urban jungle he was accustomed to, this place was serene and almost idyllic.
ā€œAyo, is that Jacob ? Hey, Jake !ā€ he heard someone call out. A moment later, a boy close to his age ran up to him, followed by one more. ā€œUm, hey guys. Howā€™s it... going ?ā€ Socializing wasnā€™t one of Jacobā€™s strong suits; in fact, it was the exact opposite of the skill he had meticulously avoided developing over the years.
ā€œMan, the whole crew was freaking out about you. You were out cold for a week and for no reason !ā€ One thing Jacob appreciated about the system was the introduction tags above each characterā€™s head. The boy speaking was named Quil, his cousin from the Quileute tribe. He knew these interactions were unavoidable, given their significance to his new role in the plot.
ā€œWell, I got better ?ā€ Jacob attempted a witty quip but cringed at how poorly it landed. To his surprise, the two boys just laughed. ā€œIā€™m just glad youā€™re okay. Stop by Samā€™s sometime; heā€™s been asking about you,ā€ Embry said, giving Jacob a friendly slap on the shoulder.
ā€œWait Sam ? Right of course. Duh. Samā€™s place. Got it.ā€ Jacob replied, blinking in confusion for a moment. Sam Uley was the Alphaā€”or at least the to-be Alphaā€”of the pack Jacob was supposed to join during New Moon.
[Mild OOC warning]
ā€œAy man, you feeling okay ?ā€ Embry asked again, noticing Jacobā€™s hesitation. Jacob froze, Embry Call was the real Jacobā€™s best friend and if he figured out that Jason wasnā€™t really Jacob, it would spell massive trouble for him.
Jacob forced a smile. ā€œUh, yeah. I justā€”ā€ He quickly tried to think of something. What would Jacob Black say in this situation ? What does he do to feel better ? He racked his brain for answers, knowing he needed to play the part convincingly, at least till he found a way to unfreeze the OOC function.
Go bother Bella ? a small voice suggested. Bellaā€™s not here yet dumbass, another voice countered sharply. After years of social isolation, Jasonā€™s inner dialogue had evolved to the point where he could have entire discussions with himself. No, he wasnā€™t schizophrenic.
ā€œā€”I was just going to grab some red meat to chow on and uh yā€™know, work on my bike,ā€ he finished, hoping his voice didnā€™t betray his nerves.
Embry and Quil exchanged a knowing look, which made Jacob's anxiety spike only to burst into laughter. ā€œClassic Jake. At this rate, you might end up marrying your bike,ā€ Quil teased and Jacob laughed along, though he desperately wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out again.
ā€œJust take it easy, yeah ? We donā€™t want you passing out on us again. By the way, there's a sale at the store on the other side of town,ā€ Embry squeezed Jacobā€™s shoulder reassuringly again. The familiarity they seemed to share with him was comforting, even if he felt like an imposter. He knew he had to get up to speed quickly if he wanted to maintain this facade. They soon parted ways and Jacob headed towards the store.
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The store lady was overly enthusiastic upon seeing Jacob. He couldnā€™t tell if it was because of his face or the fact that he was a regular. As Jason, he had always been below average in looks and physique. Whereas, by the virtue of being the second male lead of a popular teenage romance novel, Jacob Black was undeniably attractive. With his deep-set dark eyes, prominent cheekbones, and beautiful long hair, he looked like someone Jason would have envied. Maybe he could try his hand at modeling once the story ended, because there was no way he was putting himself through college again.
And as unpredictable as the weather of Forks was, it began to rain. Normally, Jason would wait it out and then go but now that he as in Jacobā€™s body, he thought to test his bodyā€™s limits. Like cā€™mon a little drizzle isnā€™t going to hurt a big strong werewolf alpha-to-be. He stepped out into the rain, feeling the cool droplets on his skin. It was refreshing, almost invigorating. Jacobā€™s body seemed to handle the cold and wet far better than Jasonā€™s ever did. As he made his way back the store, he noticed people giving him friendly nods and waves. It felt strange to be acknowledged so warmly, a stark contrast to the anonymity he was used to.
At the red light he stopped, waiting for it to turn green. Sure, there were no cars around and he could have just walked, but road rules were no joke. He liked this life too much to risk having it taken away by truck-kun. ā€œHey system, is double isekai a thing?ā€ he asked. The system didnā€™t reply, so that was probably a no.
Jacob glanced to his side and saw a person standing under a large black umbrella. A strong sweet scent pricked his nose. How strong does this guyā€™s cologne have to be to reach me even with the rain ? There was a name tag hovering above the personā€™s head, but it was obscured by the umbrella, as was his face. One thing he had learned was that only people relevant to the story had name tags over their heads, which meant this person was a character in the story. He looked down at the strangerā€™s handā€”it looked like porcelain.
Jacob felt a sense of foreboding, creeping up his veins. His instincts were on high alert, telling him that this stranger was no ordinary person. The rain began to pour harder, each drop bouncing off the asphalt with increasing intensity.
The person probably noticed Jacob staring and as he did, the umbrella tilted slightly, revealing a glimpse of a pale, almost ethereal face with piercing golden eyes. The moment their gazes met, Jacob was momentarily blinded by a brilliant golden aura radiating from the name tag above the personā€™s head.
[Edward Cullen]
Jacobā€™s heart skipped a beat. Of course, it had to be Edward. What were the odds of encountering your favorite character on the very first day of your new life ? He felt his knees weaken. Despite the dim lighting and gloomy setting, Edward was undeniably striking. The rain seemed to fall more slowly around him, as if even the weather was reluctant to mar his flawlessness . His tousled bronze hair framed his face perfectly and Jacob felt an inexplicable urge to reach out and touch it. Despite all his criticisms of the novel, Edward had always held a special place in his heart for reasons Jacob couldnā€™t quite explain.
Damn, this mf looks anemic as hell. Maybe I should feed him. It was a half-serious thought, borne from both concern and his internal struggle to reconcile his feelings towards the character with the reality of his situation.
[OOC WARNING! OOC WARNING!]
[Edward Cullen is your enemy.]
ā€œFuck off, heā€™s my babygirl,ā€Jacob shot a mental retort at the system in exasperation and a streak of protectiveness. The systemā€™s declaration that Edward was an enemy wasnā€™t misplaced given Jacobā€™s role in the novel but that didnā€™t mean it wasnā€™t at odds with his feelings.
Edward had always been his favorite character, a source of fascination and admiration. This was supposed to be his chance to explore and perhaps even improve upon the narrative, not to be embroiled in conflict with a character he held dear.
Jacob didn't even notice when the light turned green and Edward started walking away, his steps soundless on the wet pavement. Acting on impulse or perhaps some hidden desire, Jacob found himself walking towards Edward and grabbing his elbow, accidentally knocking his umbrella aside. Edward stopped and turned to him as the rain continued to soak them both. His gaze was like a sharp, unyielding beam of light, cutting through the rain. His eyes, an unusual shade of golden amber, held a depth that seemed to pierce directly into Jacob's soul, scrutinizing every hidden corner of his being.
[OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC! OOC!]
[EDWARD CULLEN IS YOUR ENEMY]
Iā€™m so stupid ā€” I forgot completely. Jacob and Edward havenā€™t met yet. Maybeā€¦ maybe I can salvage this ? Be a dick and still be nice ? He definitely didnā€™t want to end up on Edwardā€™s bad side, nor did he want to break the systemā€™s rules. Annoying as it was, the system was what kept him alive. Though heā€™d never say it out loud, he was terrified at the thought of dying, again. The systemā€™s constant reminders of their supposed enmity were starting to grate on him, but he couldnā€™t afford to make more mistakes. What was a man to do when every choice seemed fraught with peril ?
Ack ā€” heā€™s staring. Can he hear my thoughts ? I hope not. He and Bella meet soon, if I remember correctly soā€” Jacobā€™s anxiety skyrocketed under the weight of that gaze. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat drumming in his ears. A tight knot of dread twisted in his stomach and whether it was the rain or not, he could feel cold sweat forming on his palms. He needed to say somethingā€”anythingā€”that wouldnā€™t completely derail the plot but also wouldnā€™t make Edward hate him from the start, even if it was inevitable.
ā€œOh uh ā€” my bad, dude. I just thought you looked kinda sick so I thought ā€” I mean,ā€ Jacob scrambled for an explanation, forcing a nonchalant tone as he released Edwardā€™s elbow. He felt like a small animal trapped in the headlights of an oncoming car, desperately searching for a way to escape unscathed.
ā€œā€”Uh, here.ā€ He shoved the raw steak he had just bought into Edwardā€™s arms. The system fell silent for a moment, as stunned by his actions as Jacob was. The sound of the rain was almost deafening as awkward silence stretched between them. Edward looked down at the raw steak in his hands, confusion and surprise painting his features.
Without waiting for a reply, Jacob quickly turned on his heel and hurried away, his footsteps splashing through the rain-soaked pavement. ā€œLater ! Get that iron up and be the lady killer you were born to be !ā€ he called over his shoulder. After walking a few metres, he paused briefly and added,ā€œ And seriously lay off the sauvage man !ā€
As he put more distance between them, Jacobā€™s thoughts began to spiral. What had he just done ? Did Edward think he was completely nuts ? Or worse, could Edward have read his thoughts and seen through his facade ? Jacob shuddered at the possibility.
[Why did you do that ?]
ā€œI donā€™t know okay !? I thought itā€™d help with looking yā€™know less dead when he meets Bella.ā€ He shrugged. Explaining himself to the system felt pointless considering it was neither his parent nor his babysitter. The system remained silent, as if considering his response, Jacob rolled his eyes.
[OOC ! -20 B points ā†“ ā†“ ā†“]
ā€œOh come on !ā€
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ā€œStill staring at that bag of steak, Ed ?ā€ The pixie-haired woman leaned over her brotherā€™s shoulder, teasing him.
ā€œGo away, Alice,ā€ Edward muttered, his gaze still locked on the steak as if it held some profound answers of the universe. His fingers occasionally running over the plastic, making the blood inside to squelch against the surface.
ā€œSeriously whatā€™s up with you ?ā€ Alice frowned, dropping the banter. Ever since Edward had returned, heā€™d been fixated on this bag of steak that suspiciously smelled like wet dog. What was even more peculiar was the fact that she hadnā€™t had any visions of this event. Normally, Alice caught glimpses of all the interesting things happening with her family throughout the day but she had no clue how Edward had ended up with that steak. And from the look on his face, Edward didnā€™t look like he was divulging anything either.
ā€œNothing justā€¦ trying to figure someone out.ā€ Edward sighed. Alice was his favorite family member, and he seldom told her off but this was something he couldnā€™t even make sense of himself. If he told Alice, sheā€™d likely blow the whole thing out of proportion. But despite everything, one question kept lingering in his mind.
Who was that man ?
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A.n - should I make this into a series ? If yes please lemme know if you want to be added to the taglist.
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my-castles-crumbling Ā· 8 months ago
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Hi, guys! Let's talk about fandom etiquette!
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I know a lot of you are young and perhaps have not been part of fandom spaces since the dawn of time (circa fanfiction.net) so let's talk about some dos and don'ts with fandom, so we can keep this a happy place! Please read this and reblog to get this out to people who genuinely may not know!
šŸ“•DON'T: Write reviews of fics on Tumblr, Tiktok, or other social media. Fic writers are creating these things for FREE, and did not ask you to review. This often leads to negative discourse and can even cause fic writers to take down their fics. šŸ“—DO: Leave kudos and ONLY POSITIVE comments. Talk about only positive things on social media. If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all!
Edited to add: YES, EVEN CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISCISM. If the author didn't ask for it, don't give it. Some may appreciate it, but others won't. At the very least, ask permission first.
šŸ“•DON'T: Post fic ideas or headcanons on AO3. AO3 is for posting actual fanfiction or fanart and nothing else. (What I mean by this is, I've seen posts on ao3 like "Just posting an idea that someone should write, here it is!" and that's not what ao3 is for). Edited to add: You can also post original works and nonfiction works based on fandom on ao3! šŸ“—DO: Post headcanons and ideas on Tumblr, Tiktok, etc!
Edited to change: Okay, so I feel like there's some arguments over like...what qualifies as metafic versus something that shouldn't be on AO3? So from my understanding (correct me if I'm wrong), people DEFINITELY should not be posting just a title with no work attached, which I have seen a lot lately, nor should they be posting to search for someone else's fic. However, it seems like lists, and similar metafic are okay, as well as original content, and nonfiction.
šŸ“•DON'T: Repost entire fanfictions without permission or sell bound fanfiction. Again, this causes writers to take their fics down, and can actually cause issues with fandom because it can cause allegations of copyright infringement. šŸ“—DO: Recommend fics you like to others by talking them up and posting links! Ask permission before you translate!
šŸ“•DON'T: Send hate to authors for writing a fic in a way you don't like or not updating enough. Again, authors are doing this for free and sending hate causes serious mental harm to authors because they are people! If you don't like it, don't read it! šŸ“—DO: Send love to authors in forms that they are comfortable with!
šŸ“•DON'T: Shame others for their ships/fics/kinks. Fandom is supposed to be a supportive space! Judging people is taking away that safe space! šŸ“—DO: Use the block button! Block or filter out things or people you don't like!
šŸ“•DON'T: Use AI to create art or fics. This is detrimental to the creators who work hard to create their work! šŸ“—DO: Try making your own art or fics! Practice makes perfect!
These are just a few of the things that I've seen happening more lately, but keep in mind that if you don't like something, you don't have to interact with it and fanart and fanfiction creators are people who are doing this for free. Please make sure to respect the hard work people put in, or fandom can't exist!
(Feel free to discuss/add things as long as you're being respectful!)
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kindestofkings Ā· 7 months ago
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challengers šŸŽ¾ šŸŒŸ šŸ“
charles leclerc x (tennis player!) reader
authors note: 2024 has seen me get obsessed with tennis, so I thought I'd combine my two sporting fixations! enjoyyyyy tell me what you think <33
p.s: all the dates are so all over the place I apologise in advance x
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yourusername back training in my favourite place (barcelona) and focused on the next slam šŸŽ¾
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ynfan1 wooo I can't wait to see you play at the french open !!
carlitosalcarazz lets gooooo šŸ’Ŗ šŸ‡ŖšŸ‡ø
yourusername time to slay no?
ynfan2 ayee my fav tennis besties training together
ynfan3 besties? surely they're dating ynfan1 nooooo they've been friends since they were kids and constantly say platonic with a capital P ā™„ļøŽ by author
f1fan1 hello lando in the likes šŸ‘€
ynfan4 he wishes f1fan2 she's half english so maybe they know each other?
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charles_leclerc this was a fun day šŸŽ¾ congrats to @carlitosalcarazz @atptour
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charlesfan1 okay fits šŸ”„šŸ”„
f1fan everyone is a carlos fan
ynfan1 he was sitting beside my fav tennis player! worlds colliding
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queenynupdates yn is at carlos' match in monte carlo today !!
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ynfan1 omg she's soooo beautiful
carlosfan1 wag era fr
ynfan3 they're FRIENDS ffs ynfan1 she's a top ten tennis player in the world be for real
ynfan3 thinking about our shy queen as she sits beside charles leclerc
ynfan1 wait as in the f1 charles ??? ynfan3 yup the very one!
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f1fanupdates charles was seen sitting beside yn ln today at the tennis! she's a tennis player herself by wasnt playing this tournament due to injury
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ynfan1 damn the notoriously shy tennis player was yapping with lightning mcqueen šŸ˜”
charlesfan1 guys I hate to say it but I kinda ship it...
charlesfan2 was thinking the same they would be such a pretty couple
ynfan2 sitting kinda closeeeee Ā šŸ¤­
carlosfan1 noooo she's cheering for carlos (the love of her life) !!
ynfan1 BE FOR REAL
pierregasley šŸ‘€šŸ‘€
charlesfan1 BAHHAHA you are sooo messy pierre I love it charles_leclerc gasly im warning you
yourusername just followed charles_leclerc!
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yourusername my beef with the french open / clay courts unfortunately continues.
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ynfan1 we're still so proud of you !!
ynfan2 no shame in losing a final, you'll come back stronger šŸ’Ŗ
pierregasly if you have beef with the french open you have beef with me
yourusername im okay with that frenchie. pierregasly so rude
f1fan1 charles in the likes and pierre in the comments hmmmm whats going on here?
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pierregasly channeling our inner @yourusername and @carlitosalcarazz today before this weekend's gp !
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yourusername paddle is a fake sport please do not associate me with it !!
charles_leclerc I thought you said I was good at it šŸ˜” yourusername you looked too happy to hear the truth, I'm sorry charlie šŸ„ŗ charles_leclerc make it up to me this weekend ? f1fan1 what in the ?? ynfan1 what on earth is going on in the house of commons
carlitosalcarazz we must meet on a real court ! a spain v france doubles
yourusername france? oh carlito you've set him off.. charles_leclerc IM MONEGASQUE carlitosalcarazz oops šŸ˜¬ charles_leclerc I just invited you to the monaco grand prix as well ...
ynfan1 im living for the f1 x tennis players crossover
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f1academy we had tennis superstar @yourusername join us in the paddock this morning for our first spanish f1 academy! Here's what she said when our reporter caught up with her:
"This is my first Grand Prix weekend!! I'm so excited to be here supporting a dear friend of mine in the F1 race. I wouldn't miss the F1 Academy race for anythingā€”it's vital to cheer on these amazing women and show that their hard work and talent are truly valued."
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ynfan1 she is as beautiful on the inside as she is on the outside <33
ynfan2 love to see girls supporting girls
charlesfan1 is the dear friend in f1 charles ??
charlesfan2 has to be ! theres so many rumours going around of them dating
yourusername I had SO much fun ! might not come back tomorrow, who needs to see 20 boys driving around in circles after today šŸ¤£
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yourusername we're off to the races ! I'm really not used to being the spectator, how does everyone do this?? Im so nervous!!
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charles_leclerc now you know how I feel !
francisca.cgomes bonita wow
yourusername oh stop not you too! I haven't stopped blushing since I arrived at the paddock
ynfan1 so so so so so gorgeous
charlesfan1 the note. yall im sick
charlesfan2 charles being a softie is too much to handle charlesfan3 especially on such a big weekend for him !
landonorris what happened to our friendship bracelet šŸ„ŗ
charles_leclerc she wants you to lose yourusername GASP that is NOT true landinho don't listen to him! just the orange doesn't match my dress ... landonorris well time to start buying papaya dresses ! charles_leclerc no no she wears red if anything, only if you want to though mon amour yourusername such a softie sharl
ynfan1 i'm begging you please PLEASE hard launch each other we all know you're in love
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Circuit de Barcelona-Catalunya
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f1wags pictures of charles' (suspected) girlfriend across the spanish gp weekend!
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f1fan1 I didn't realise she was there all three days ! thats unusual for celeb guests no?
charlesfan1 not if shes going out with charles
charlesfan2 all three days?? bit of an overkill! the rest of the wags only attendant sunday MAYBE saturday aswell
ynfan1 omfg y'all are unhinged. Imma hold your hand when I tell you this but charles is not gonna fuck you ynfan2 say it louder for the people in the back šŸ—£ļøšŸ—£ļøšŸ—£ļø
ynfan1 also put some respect on my icons name thats THE yn yln, tennis extraordinaire !!!!
ynfan3 shes so beautiful my gosh
yncarlosfan1 cute she brought her bestie to meet her boyfriendddd
charlesfan1 for a minute I thought you meant carlos sainz not carlos alcaraz yncarlosfan1 lol nooooooo
queenynupdates hope charles comes and supports her at a match soon..
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wta and atp taking a break from their training for wimbledon yn yln and carlos alcaraz are a late entry into this weekends charity doubles round-robin ! these besties have been playing together since birth šŸŽ¾ šŸ’Ŗ
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ynfan1 omg yayyyyyyy a joint slay
carlosfan1 love to see it !!
ynfan2 I hate to make it about HIM but yet another match he did come to support her
charlesfan1 if you're talking about charles we dont even know if they're dating ynfan2 she's been to like 3 grand prixs this year even though shes at the top of her game ?? thats a thing you only do for love
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yourusername red for monaco <33
congrats to team ferrari for their incredible wins this weekend !!
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iamrebeccad the most beautiful this weekend
yourusername stop that or I will cry yourusername YOU ARE THE BEAUTIFUL ONE
ynfan1 this is not a drill she posted charles !!!!
susiewolff thank you so much again for all your support for f1 academy ā¤ļø
yourusername absolutely no thanks needed! we always love attending the races xx charlesfan2 we as in... charles perchance?
aurelianobels16 thank you so much!!
charlesfan1 she my favourite wag for sure
yourusername really! you're so sweet !! my favourite is lando :)) landonorris Im going to regret asking but whos wag am I ? yourusername danny ric ofc! danielricciardo how could you even forget?? landonorris so sorry pookie
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vogue we caught up with @yourusername this month as part of her feature as the face of this month's vogue! This young tennis prodigy, with spanish and english heritage, is preparing to compete at wimbledon. she's on the brink of making history as the youngest grand slam winner ever!
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yourusername dammmm okay vogue making me look way cooler than I am xxx
yourusername it was truly terrifying being infront of the cameras for so long but this is such a pinch me moment, thank you vogue !!!
ynfan1 so endearing how camera shy she is, literally the best tennis player at the moment
charlesfan1 ugh cant escape her
ynfan2 @charles_leclerc hey buddy get out of the likes and publicly support your iconic girlfriend !!!
carlitosalcarazz Ā”Vamos! šŸŽ¾šŸ’Ŗ
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celebspotters it seems like half the f1 grid is in attendance for the wimbledon ladies final !
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yncarlosfan1 carlos looks soooo stressed watching this match
ynfan1 I mean thats his bestie out there !
ynfan1 YAYYYYY Charles finally you came
charlesfan wow he really brought the whole fam
landofan1 lando and his hat has me WEAKKKK
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yourusername just like that a grand slam winner šŸŽ¾ šŸŒŸ šŸ“
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ynfan1 what a gameeee
ynfan2 your reaction had me crying in my living room
charlesfan1 no same!!! when she climbed up to charles and carlos it was game over yncarlosfan1 her climbing up the stands was so rafa in 2008 coded !
scuderiaferrari forza yn !!!
rogerfederer congrats! all that hard work payed off šŸ’Ŗ
charlesfan2 tag yourself, Im charles sobbing with tears of joy in the stands
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charles_leclerc so proud of you, as always ā¤ļø
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yourusername would be nowhere without your support this year charlie <33
carlossainz congrats yn !!!
landonorris killed it queen
yourusername thanks pookie xxx
pascale.leclerc.355 fƩlicitations belle !!
yourusername merci thank you for dinner tonight <33 ynfan2 awhhhh not the fam dinner, so cute
ynfan1 awhhh hardlaunch for the grand slam
charlesfan1 charles in his wag era fr
ahhhh what do we thinkk???
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