#WHAT WERE THEY THINKING??? THIS IS //THE// ICONIC SHOT

[goldfades]

crash out couple thought…reader is def loved by a lot of people, so what if at a game maybe its a very bold fan or another player playing against luka trying to flirt with her? how do u think luka would react?

ohhh this is such a delicious scenario because luka? oh, luka does not play when it comes to his girl. like, he’s chaotic and goofy until it comes to you, and then? suddenly it’s giving possessive, petty, and lowkey unhinged energy

picture this:

it’s a big game. high stakes. the arena’s packed, lights are bright, and you’re sitting courtside—of course. you’re in one of luka’s oversized jerseys, legs crossed, looking effortlessly good like you didn’t just steal the entire spotlight by simply existing.

every camera in the building cuts to you at some point. you’re that girl. the wnba star with the attitude, the reputation, the “crash out queen.” and you? you’re chilling, locked in on luka, maybe tossing a few playful chirps his way when he misses a shot.

but then—

oh and, here comes the problem.

it starts with a look.

maybe it’s a player luka’s had beef with before. one of those guys who likes to push buttons, always jawing at luka during games, always trying to throw him off his rhythm.

but today? he takes it too far.

because instead of running his mouth at luka, he glances at you. gives you that slow once-over, paired with some smirk like he’s got a shot.

you? you roll your eyes. because please. be serious.

but luka? luka sees it.

and ohhh, the whole vibe shifts.

luka, who was previously all smiles and shoulder shrugs, suddenly looks dead serious. he squints, head tilts a little like, nah, did this dude really just try that?

you can see the exact moment his whole demeanor changes. he stops joking with his teammates. next possession down the court? luka’s got the ball, and he’s locked in—but not just on the basket. on him.

the trash talk starts immediately.

luka hits a three in the guy’s face and doesn’t even look at the basket. nah, he’s staring dead at him, jogging backward like:

“what was that? you were saying something? look at the scoreboard.”

petty. disrespectful. peak luka.

but the dude won’t let it go.

next dead ball, he saunters by the sideline, glancing your way again. throws a wink.

“yo, you sure you don’t wanna sit somewhere else? i could get you a better view.”

oh. he’s dead.

luka hears every word.

and you? you’re ready to pop off—because you don’t need luka to defend you, you’re more than capable of checking someone yourself. but before you can even uncross your legs, luka’s already there.

he steps right up to him, smirking but with that dangerous edge in his eyes.

“nah, she’s good where she’s at. you should worry about staying on the court. you’re lucky she doesn’t lace up right now—she’d drop 30 on your head easy.”

the ref steps in before it gets too heated, but the tension? palpable.

and it doesn’t stop there.

luka cooks him the entire game. stepbacks. no-look assists. and every time luka scores, he looks straight at you.

blows a kiss. taps his ring finger. mouths, “mine.”

the fans are eating it up. twitter’s in shambles. the broadcast camera cannot stop cutting between luka’s smirking face and you, sitting courtside, absolutely thriving in the chaos.

postgame?

luka barely lets the clock run out before he’s jogging over to you. he pulls you in by the waist like there aren’t thousands of eyes watching, resting his forehead against yours with that cocky grin.

“he really thought he had a chance? that’s crazy.”

“you’re petty as hell.”

“and you love it.”

and okay, maybe you do. because luka getting fired up over you? putting on a show just to remind everyone exactly who you belong to?

yeah. that’s the crash out couple energy.

the press conference after? iconic.

a reporter tries to sneak in a question:

“luka, there seemed to be some extra back-and-forth with [player] tonight. any comment?”

luka shrugs, grinning that infuriating grin.

“nah. just making sure people know to stay in their lane.”

and you? you’re sitting in the back of the room, smirking right back at him.

the internet the next day is on fire:

“luka doncic going full ‘don’t talk to my girl’ mode is peak crash out couple behavior.” “he really dropped a 40-piece out of pure jealousy 😭😭.” “she’s the wnba’s problem and his problem only.”

because that’s the thing about luka and his queen:

they’re chaotic. they’re fiery.

but above all else?

they don’t play about each other.

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warning: a ittle bit of slow burn i don't know what to call it. Yn stop being stubborn.

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The quiet hum of conversation and the earthy aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the hidden café that y/n m and Elle frequented. It was their sanctuary, tucked away from the prying eyes and relentless chaos of Los Angeles. Here, they weren’t actresses or Hollywood icons; they were just two friends, reminiscing about life and sharing secrets over their favorite drinks.

Y/n leaned back in her chair, her denim mini skirt catching the golden afternoon light streaming through the window. Her oversized navy-blue sweater, paired with black knee-high leather boots, gave her an effortlessly cool look. Draped over her shoulders was Drew Starkey’s leather jacket—a detail Elle had not failed to notice but had yet to comment on.

“Honestly,” y/n  said, stirring her caramel macchiato with a wooden stirrer, “I’m so grateful for this last year and all the opportunities I’ve had. I mean, it’s been a whirlwind.”

Elle smiled, sipping her lavender latte. “You’ve earned every bit of it. But it’s wild to think about, isn’t it? It feels like not so long ago you were just this annoying younger girl who’d hang around the set because your dad made you his honorary assistant.”

Y/n laughed, rolling her eyes. “Excuse me, assistant? I was a creative consultant in the making.”

Elle smirked, leaning forward. “Sure, that’s what you call stealing the props and hiding in craft services. Admit it, y/n—you were a menace.”

Before y/n could retort, her phone buzzed on the table. She glanced at the screen, her heart skipping when she saw the name: Drew Starkey.

Elle’s knowing grin spread across her face. “Are you going to get that, or just let it ring?”

She sighed, but her lips curved into a small smile she couldn’t suppress. “If I must.” She picked up the phone and swiped to answer, the sight of Drew’s face instantly softening her features.

“Hello, darling,” she greeted, her voice warm and teasing. “Your hair looks so good, honey. How are—Joseph, what did you do to your eyebrows?”

The words came out before she could stop herself, her eyes widening at the sight of Drew’s bleach-blonde mullet and his equally pale, almost invisible eyebrows.

Drew groaned, leaning closer to the camera with mock despair. “Honey, don’t look at me like that. This is only for the next project I’m shooting, I swear. Then I’m going to buzz—wait, stop laughing at me!”

Y/n’s  hand flew to her mouth, but it was too late. The giggles burst out of her, and her shoulders shook as she tried to compose herself. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she managed between laughs. “It’s just—what possessed you to do this to yourself?”

Drew pointed a finger at her, trying to look stern but failing miserably. “Don’t act like this. Is that my jacket?” he shot back, smirking when he noticed the familiar leather slung over her.

She paused, then tilted her head with a sly grin. “Maybe.”

Drew shook his head, chuckling. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Darling, I’m sorry,” y/n  said, though her tone still carried the remnants of amusement. “It’s just…” She turned the phone around to show Elle, who was clutching her stomach and wiping away tears of laughter. “Elle, look at this!”

“Hey, Drew,” Elle managed between fits of laughter, waving at the screen.

Drew narrowed his eyes playfully. “Hey… Elle,” he replied, his voice trailing off as he adjusted to the audience.

She turned the phone back to herself, biting her lip to stop another laugh from escaping. “Baby, it’s not funny,” Drew whined, though there was a softness in his voice that betrayed his affection.

“Drew, quit calling me pet names in public,” y/n  scolded, though her tone was light. “People might get the wrong impression.”

For a brief moment, Drew’s face faltered, the teasing sparkle in his eyes dimming slightly. “No, wait… I’m sorry,” she said quickly, her expression softening. “You look good. I truly love the mullet and the hair; it’s just… honey, your eyebrows. I mean, you rock them, but… I love your eyebrows, and now they just look as if you shaved them off, sweet boy.”

Drew’s expression softened, his gaze lingering on her face through the screen. Elle, watching silently, couldn’t help but notice the way he looked at y/n—as if she were the center of his world. It was a look she’d seen only a few times before, and it always meant one thing.

“It’s okay,” Drew said quietly. “I don’t know how I feel about the eyebrows either. I was actually wondering…” He hesitated, running a hand through his hair. “You know how tonight is W Magazine’s annual Best Performances Party?”

“Yeah,” she replied, nodding. “They told me there’s a something involving the two of us.”

“Well…” Drew began, his voice uncharacteristically nervous. “I’m most likely going to dye my eyebrows back—preferably sooner rather than later—and I was wondering if maybe… maybe you’d want to come over after the party and help me do it?”

She  blinked, her heart skipping at the vulnerability in his tone. “What about Odessa? Did you ask her?” she teased, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

Drew groaned, throwing his head back. “You don’t have to, I just… Damn it, y/n , I just want to hang out with you after.”

His words hung in the air, raw and unfiltered. Abbie felt a strange warmth spread through her chest, equal parts excitement and apprehension.

“Okay,” she said finally, her voice soft. “I’ll come over.”

Drew’s face lit up, his grin so genuine it made her chest tighten. “Really?”

“Yeah,” she said quickly, feeling self-conscious under Elle’s watchful gaze. “See you later, yeah?” She ended the call before he could respond, her cheeks flushing as she placed her phone back on the table.

The silence between them was palpable. Elle’s raised eyebrow and amused smirk spoke volumes.

“So…” Elle began, drawing the word out with a teasing lilt.

Y/n  shot her a warning look, her face a mix of embarrassment and something else she couldn’t quite name. “Not a word.”

Elle held up her hands in mock surrender but couldn’t resist the grin spreading across her face. “All I’m saying is, the man is head over heels for you.”

Her lips twitched, but she refused to respond. As the conversation shifted back to lighter topics, her mind lingered on Drew’s words and the warmth in his voice.

As y/n  arrives at the venue for the magazine party, she can’t help but feel a little overwhelmed. You would think she would be used to the feeling after being in the industry for over 20 years, but she never does. There’s something about the combination of flashing cameras, the hum of chatter, and the weight of expectation that always brings a sense of nervousness, no matter how experienced she is.

As she reaches for her car door, her phone vibrates in her clutch. She quickly pulls it out and smiles as she reads the message.

A soft laugh escapes her lips, and her smile lingers as she types a quick response. Before she can hit send, her dad opens her car door, extending his hand for her to take. She slips her phone back into her clutch and looks up at him. His steady gaze and reassuring nod remind her, as he always does, that she’s okay. No matter how chaotic it might feel in the moment, she’s never alone.

Taking his hand, she steps out of the car, the sound of cameras clicking instantly hitting her ears. Voices call out to her from every direction, shouting her name and instructions—“y/n, over here!” “Turn to the left!” “Show us the dress!”—but her dad stays by her side, grounding her in the sea of chaos.

When they reach the carpet, her dad gently squeezes her hand before they split off, giving her the space to take on the spotlight on her own. She straightens her shoulders, her confidence bolstered by his quiet support, and walks toward her first interview of the evening.

“Y/n , it’s so good to see you again!” Emma Chamberlain says, her signature bubbly energy immediately making Abbie feel at ease.

“Oh my gosh, hi!” She  exclaims, pulling Emma in for a hug.

Emma steps back with a wide grin, taking in y/n’s look. “First of all, miss style icon, who styled you tonight? Who are you wearing?”

Y/n  lets out a small laugh, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Well, if you know anything about me, I love a good statement dress moment, and this beauty of a dress is a Versace Spring/Summer 1999. It is sheer, of course, which for me is a little out there, but my wonderful stylist, Mallory Se La Valise, picked out this piece for me, and I fell in love. Mostly because of the back.”

She gracefully turns, revealing the low back of the dress, her flawless tan skin and elegantly toned back on full display. The cameras behind Emma flash furiously.

Emma’s jaw drops slightly, and she lets out an impressed, “Oh my gosh.”

Y/n  grins and continues, “My shoes are also Versace, of course. We have to give them the recognition they deserve. They’re the Gianni Ribbon Slingback Pumps—something classy, which I love. A good slingback is always a win.”

“Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous,” Emma says, nodding emphatically.

Y/n  smiles and adjusts her clutch, shifting her weight slightly.

“Congrats on last year; it was another big year for you, but tonight, you are being recognized for your role as Anora. How has playing Anora changed your life?” Emma asks, leaning in with genuine curiosity.

Y/n’s expression softens, her voice thoughtful as she answers. “Wow, that is a good question. I mean, being able to step out of the world of horror and immerse myself in something truly different from what I’m used to was truly amazing. In the beginning, I was going back and forth between finishing things for Maxxxine and Anora, but when we were done filming Maxxxine, I could put everything I had into Anora. I learned so much about myself personally while making this film. It’s surreal seeing how everyone has reacted to it, you know?”

She pauses for a moment, gathering her thoughts. “It was a different experience because when I started acting, I was 4. My first role was a childhood favorite—I was young Charlotte in The Princess and the Frog. Then I did some teeny bopper movies, and of course, my dad was like, ‘I want to give you fun little parts in my movies,’ when I was, what, 13. Then, when I turned 18, I was thrown into the world of horror in 2017. That was my first time in an A24 film.”

Emma’s eyes light up. “Yeah, I saw that one, The Blackcoat’s Daughter!”

She laughs, a little embarrassed. “Oh my gosh, that’s insane. But honestly, I’m not going to lie to you—it’s really hard for me to go back and watch those films because of how much I put into them. And quite frankly, I hate horror movies. It takes a while to get through them. But please, keep casting me for them! I love it, but some of my reactions are purely my genuine reactions, especially for the X trilogy. I told Ti once, ‘I think I peed a little.’”

Both Emma and y/n laugh, the tension from the flashing cameras easing into a more relaxed conversation.

“Anora was such a beautiful character. How you portrayed her was outstanding,” Emma says, her tone sincere. “You showed your depth and ability as an actor, even though you have one of the best screams ever.”

Y/n smiles warmly, brushing a strand of hair off her face. “Thank you, Emma. That really means a lot.”

As she starts to answer, she feels a presence behind her who placed their hand on her lower. Knowing it was Drew, she melted into him, purely comfortable with his presence. He just stands with his hand running up and down her back. “Well, hello there, Drew,” Emma laughs. “Hello, Emma. I must say I love your style and just your vibe. Y/n makes me watch your vlogs whenever we hang out,” he laughs. “I’m flattered. So  there has been a lot of buzz about you and drew since your actors on actors Video tell me more about that” Emma says. Before she could respond, Drew smirked and beat her to it. “I think I’ll let you answer this one, baby,” he said softly, his Southern drawl making the nickname sound even more intimate.

Y/n  froze for a split second before letting out a small laugh, clearly used to his teasing by now. She turned slightly, throwing him a side-eye that was equal parts exasperation and amusement. “For starters, we are just friends, everyone. But—” she paused, shooting Drew another glance— “as you can see, he likes to call me ‘baby.’”

Emma grinned, sensing the undeniable chemistry between them, and leaned closer. “Alright, fair enough. But it doesn’t feel like just friends. Come on, spill.”

Y/n’s  expression softened as she took a deep breath, clearly wanting to choose her words carefully. “I get why people might think that. Drew and I met about two months ago when we filmed the Actors on Actors video in early November. And, honestly, I didn’t expect us to hit it off the way we did. But Drew is just… someone who makes you feel safe.”

Her voice dropped slightly, her tone sincere as she continued. “In this industry, it’s so easy to feel like you always have to have your guard up. You’re constantly navigating expectations—whether it’s from the public, from your peers, or even from yourself. And that can be exhausting. But with Drew, it’s different. He’s the kind of person who makes you feel like you can let all of that go. Like it’s okay to just… be. No pretense, no performance, just you.”

Drew’s expression softened as he listened, the teasing smirk replaced by something quieter and more genuine. Emma, clearly captivated, nodded, urging her to go on.

“And it’s not just about me feeling comfortable,” she�� added. “I feel like it’s so important to have someone who can interlink with such a different part of your life and make it all feel seamless. It’s not just about me feeling comfortable—it’s about them feeling comfortable, too. And Drew fits so easily into my world. He’s hung out with me, Elle, and Dakota a few times, and honestly? It’s like he’s been part of the group forever. They love him, and he just… meshes so well with everyone.”

Emma raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Even Dakota? I mean, she’s kind of famously protective, ?”

Y/n laughed softly. “Oh, absolutely. Dakota doesn’t let just anyone in, but she really likes Drew. She said he has this way of making everyone feel at ease, which, honestly, is so true. He’s just… one of those people who makes any room feel a little warmer, you know?”

Emma smiled knowingly. “That’s a pretty big compliment. But it sounds like it goes both ways. What about his world? Have you met his friends and castmates?”

She  nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! I’ve met a few of his castmates—Odessa and Mads especially—and they’re incredible. They’re so inviting, and they really make everyone feel like family. It’s easy to see why Drew is the way he is when you meet the people he surrounds himself with. They’re just such genuine, kind people.”

Drew, who had been silent so far, finally chimed in with a grin. “See? I’ve got a good team around me. But don’t let her fool you—she’s the one who makes everyone feel like they’ve known her forever.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, though a small blush crept up her cheeks. “He’s impossible,” she muttered, shaking her head with a laugh.

Emma watched the interaction, her curiosity clearly piqued. “Okay, last question—because I think I know the answer, but I have to ask. You’re just friends now, but do you think there could be something more down the line?”

Y/n hesitated, glancing at Drew for a moment before turning back to Emma with a soft smile. “For now, we’re just exploring being friends. It’s important to build that foundation first, you know? But…” She trailed off, her smile widening slightly as she shrugged. “We’ll see what the future holds.”

Drew’s hand, still resting lightly on her back, gave the smallest, almost imperceptible squeeze. “Well said, baby,” he murmured, just loud enough for her—and maybe Emma—to hear.

Emma grinned, clearly satisfied. “Alright, I’ll leave it at that. But I have to say, you two are making a lot of people very curious—and maybe a little envious.”

The interview wrapped with a cheerful goodbye from Emma Chamberlain, but before y/n could fully turn away, Drew’s hand gently wrapped around hers, pulling her closer. He enveloped her in a warm, protective hug, one that seemed to block out the chaos of cameras and onlookers surrounding them.

“You’re purely the most beautiful person I’ve met in my whole life,” Drew whispered against her ear, his voice soft but laced with sincerity. His hands remained steady on her waist as he subtly turned her to face him, his eyes scanning her face with an intensity that made her heart race. He spun her slightly to get a better look at her outfit, his lips quirking into a smile.

Y/n flushed, her lips parting as if to respond, but instead, she deflected, her gaze darting to the ever-present sea of flashing cameras. “I need a drink,” she muttered, glancing around in an attempt to ground herself.

Drew didn’t let go of her hand. “Okay, honey, let’s get you some liquid courage,” he said, his tone light but still teasing, guiding her through the crowd with a firm yet gentle hold on her.

They reached the bar, Drew stepping forward confidently. “Hi, can I get a whiskey and an espresso martini, please?” he asked the bartender, his other arm instinctively wrapping around her  waist as though it were second nature.

She  shifted slightly under his hold, lowering her voice to a whisper. “Drew… people are looking. They’re going to think that…”

Drew immediately stiffened, his arm retreating from her waist as though burned. He looked away, an apologetic expression washing over his face. “Sorry, I… It won’t happen again,” he murmured, his voice quieter now as he grabbed their drinks.

Before she could say anything, Drew was walking away, his strides purposeful but hurried. She quickly followed, her heels clicking against the polished floor. “Drew, slow down,” she called softly, trying to match his pace.

Her words slowed him just enough, but before she could reach him, a murmur of excitement rippled through the room. The crowd shifted, and the pair found themselves being ushered toward the center of the party where a grand display was being revealed.

Y/n  stopped in her tracks, her breath catching in her throat as she took in the sight before her. There, plastered on a towering wall, were two massive W Magazine cover photos: one of her, a striking full color shot that captured her raw intensity, and the other of Drew, equally commanding in his presence. Together, the covers exuded a magnetic energy that drew everyone’s attention.

“Oh my gosh,” y/n  whispered, her drink forgotten as tears welled in her eyes. Gratitude and disbelief filled her chest, rendering her speechless.

Drew appeared beside her, his earlier tension melting as he looked at her reaction. “Y/n, baby you’re stunning ,” he murmured, his voice filled with pride.

Before she could respond, photographers began ushering them toward a specially designed set featuring their cover photos. Drew placed a hand on her lower back once more, guiding her gently as they posed together for pictures.

The set was stunning, with their covers blown up as the backdrop, framed by soft lighting and artfully arranged props. Y/n  and Drew laughed as they struck playful poses, their chemistry undeniable. At one point, Drew wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close, while y/n leaned into him with ease, her smile radiant.

When the photos were done, Drew glanced down at her, a softness in his eyes. “Come on,” he said quietly, leading her away from the crowd and toward the secluded area they had originally intended to retreat to.

Finally alone, the hum of the party faded into the background. Drew turned to face her, his expression serious yet vulnerable. “I have something I need to say,” he began, his voice steady but laced with a quiet urgency. “And I just… I just need you to listen to me, alright?”

She nodded, her heart pounding as she took a seat on one of the plush chairs, Drew sitting across from her.

He ran a hand through his hair, his nerves evident as he spoke.

He ran a hand through his hair, his nerves evident as he spoke. “Y/n, I’ve been trying to figure out the right way to say this, but the truth is… I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you before. You make me feel like I can just be myself—like I don’t have to try so hard or pretend to be anything other than who I am. And that’s… rare.”

She sat quietly, her eyes locked on his as she processed his words.

“You’ve brought so much light into my life in such a short time,” Drew continued, his voice growing softer. “And it’s not just about how incredible you are as an actress or how everyone sees you as this larger-than-life person. It’s about how you make me feel when it’s just us—how easy it is to talk to you, to laugh with you, to be with you.”

“Drew…” y/n  started, but he shook his head, cutting her off gently.

“Let me finish,” he said. “I don’t know what this is between us, but I know it’s something. And I don’t want to ignore it or pretend it’s not there.”Drew took a deep breath, his eyes locked onto her, a storm of emotions flickering behind his usually composed gaze. He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees as he tried to steady his voice.

“you don’t understand what you’ve done to me,” he began, his voice low and vulnerable. “You walked into my life like a tornado, and suddenly, nothing feels the same. I’ve been on sets with some of the most talented, kind, and amazing people, but you… you’re different. You’re real in a way I didn’t even know I needed.”

Y/n’s  eyes softened as she listened, her chest tightening with every word he said.

“You make me feel safe,” Drew continued, his voice almost breaking. “Do you know how rare that is? To find someone you can be completely yourself around, without all the walls, without the pretense? With you, it’s like I don’t have to second-guess every word or every move. I just get to be me. And when I’m with you, it’s not just easy—it feels right.”

He hesitated, running a hand through his hair as if trying to piece together his thoughts. “I’ve never had that before, not like this. And when I’m around you, it’s like the world slows down. Everything else fades away, and it’s just… you.”

She  swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched him struggle to find the words to express himself.

“And it’s not just you,” Drew said, his voice softening. “It’s how you’ve brought me into your world—how you made me feel welcome with Elle and Dakota. Most people don’t think twice about those things, but I’ve noticed. I see how much you care about the people in your life, and it’s one of the most beautiful things about you. You don’t just let people in; you make them feel like they belong. And that’s what you’ve done for me.”

Y/n  blinked, tears welling in her eyes as she listened.

“I’ve been thinking about this for weeks,” Drew admitted, his voice trembling slightly. “Every time we’ve hung out, every laugh we’ve shared, every late-night text—I replay it all in my head, wondering if I’m reading too much into it or if you feel it too. But tonight, seeing you on that carpet, watching how effortlessly you light up every room you walk into… I couldn’t keep it in anymore.”

He paused, his eyes searching hers for any sign of how she was feeling.

“I don’t know what this is, y/n ,” Drew said, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I know I don’t want to lose it. I don’t want to lose you.”

Y/n  sat frozen, her emotions swirling as she tried to process everything he had just said. Drew’s hands reached for hers, his touch grounding her in the moment.

“Y/n , I’ve been scared to say this because I didn’t want to ruin what we have,” he confessed, his voice cracking slightly. “But the truth is… I care about you more than I should. And if all we are is friends, then I’ll take that. I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give me. But I need you to know, you’re not just another person in my life. You’re the person.”

Before Drew could say another word, she leaned forward, cupping his face in her hands and pressing her lips to his. The kiss was soft at first, a tentative exploration of emotions that had been building for weeks. But as Drew’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer, it deepened, becoming a wordless confession of everything they couldn’t say.

When they finally pulled apart, Drew rested his forehead against hers, his breathing uneven. “I wasn’t expecting that,” he said with a soft laugh, his hands still firmly on her waist as if afraid to let go.

“Neither was I,” she admitted, her voice just as shaky.

For a moment, they simply stared at each other, the weight of everything unspoken lingering between them.

He leaned in, capturing her lips again in a kiss that spoke volumes about everything they both felt but couldn’t quite put into words. And for the first time in a long time, y/n felt like she didn’t have to have her guard up. She was safe. She was seen. And with Drew, she was exactly where she was meant to be.

For a moment, there was silence. Then, without a word, she leaned forward once more , her hands cupping his face as she kissed him. Drew froze for a split second, his surprise evident, but then he melted into her touch, his arms wrapping around her as he pulled her closer.

He shifted her into his lap, his hands resting securely on her waist as if he couldn’t bear to let her go.

“Are you still coming over to help me dye my eyebrows back?” Drew whispered, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

Y/n  laughed softly, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “Yeah, honey, I’ll still come over.”

He grinned, his hold on her tightening ever so slightly.

“Maybe we can talk more when I get there, yeah?” she added, leaning in to kiss him again, this time slower, more deliberate.

“Yeah,” Drew murmured against her lips, his voice filled with a quiet determination. “We’ll talk.”

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Y/n  stepped out of her car, the chilly night air wrapping around her as she grabbed her bag of cocktail ingredients and made her way to Drew’s apartment door. She couldn’t help but feel a flicker of hope as she adjusted her oversized white hoodie—one of Drew’s that she had conveniently “forgotten” to return. Paired with her favorite Skims set and her cozy Uggs, she felt comfortable, though a small part of her couldn’t ignore the butterflies in her stomach.

When Drew opened the door, shirtless and with his signature smirk, the butterflies turned into a full-blown symphony. His golden skin was still slightly damp from a recent shower, his bleach-blonde hair slightly tousled. He leaned against the doorframe, his whiskey-colored eyes lighting up as they landed on her.

“Hi,” she  said softly, holding up the bag in her hand. “I brought stuff to make cocktails because… I wanted to,” she finished, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush.

Drew’s lips curved into a grin, his gaze softening. “Y/n, honey , get inside,” he said, grabbing her with one swift motion and leaning in to kiss her. As they separated from each other she walked further into his apartment.

Her eyes scanned his apartment, which was warm and inviting despite its minimalistic decor. She began unpacking her cocktail ingredients on the kitchen counter, her mind clearly buzzing with ideas. Drew leaned against the wall, crossing his arms as he watched her, amused by how easily she made herself at home.

“So, I brought my 818 tequila and a bunch of other things to make my famous drinks,” she began, her voice carrying an edge of nervous energy. “But now I’m thinking I’m just going to have straight tequila,” she added with a small laugh, trying to calm herself.

“Okay, baby,” Drew said simply, the nickname rolling off his tongue with ease.

Her  lips parted slightly, but she quickly closed them and grabbed a shot glass. Without missing a beat, she poured herself a shot, nodded to herself, and downed it. She coughed slightly but smiled through it.

“So,” she said, her voice slightly hoarse, “where’s the bleach… umm… what’s the word?” She gestured vaguely, her mind scrambling for the term.

“The hair dye, baby. It’s in the bathroom,” Drew said with a chuckle, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. “That’s why I’m opting to not wear a shirt.”

Her  eyes flitted over him briefly before she looked away, busying herself by making a Moscow mule. Once they both had their drinks in hand, they walked to the bathroom.

The bathroom was cozy but well-lit, with a mirror that reflected the two of them as they worked together. Drew sat on the closed toilet lid, his hair already combed back, and y/n perched herself in his lap, as naturally as if she had been doing this for years. His hands found their way around her waist, resting there as though that was where they belonged.

She dipped the brush into the hair dye carefully, her fingers steady as she leaned in closer to his face. “Okay, keep still,” she murmured, her voice soft and focused.

“Yes, ma’am,” Drew teased, his whiskey-tinged breath ghosting over her skin.

As y/n  worked, she concentrated on perfecting every detail, her brow furrowed in concentration. Drew, however, seemed to have other priorities. His lips brushed her collarbone in featherlight kisses, his affection manifesting in every tender press of his mouth against her skin. He moved to her neck, trailing slow, deliberate kisses, causing her breath to hitch momentarily.

“Drew,” she whispered, trying to sound scolding but failing miserably.

“Yes, baby?” he replied, a smirk tugging at his lips as his kisses lingered.

“You’re distracting me,” she said, though her lips curved into a smile.

“Sorry,” he said, though his tone suggested he wasn’t sorry at all.

“ drew oh my gosh stop , how mad would you be if i posted this on my story” she asked him turning her phone to show him the picture she had just taken of him. “ do whatever you want honey” he replied staring back at her with those loving blue eyes.

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After what felt like hours—though it had only been 45 minutes—y/n  finally sat back to admire her work. “I’m done. Your eyebrows are back to normal now,” she declared, hopping off his lap and stretching.

Drew glanced in the mirror, tilting his head to examine her handiwork. “You’re a miracle worker,” he said, standing up and pouring the rest of his whiskey down the sink.

“Let’s go talk,” she  said, already making her way out of the bathroom and toward the couch in his living room.

Y/n  curled up on one side of the couch, tucking her legs under her. Drew sat next to her, close but not crowding her, his attention focused solely on her.

“So, umm, I guess now I should tell you what I’m feeling since you did,” she began, her voice tinged with nervousness. She took a deep breath, her fingers absentmindedly toying with the hem of her hoodie.

“I really like you too, Drew,” she said, her words barely above a whisper. “You make me feel… safe. Like I don’t have to have my guard up. Like I can just… be myself.” She paused, her eyes meeting his. “And that’s rare for me. I’ve always felt like I had to keep a part of myself hidden, even from people I’m close to. But with you, it’s different. It’s easy.”

Drew’s hand found hers, his fingers intertwining with hers as he listened intently.

“But if we do this,” she continued, her voice shaking slightly, “can we go slow? I just… I want to make sure we’re doing this right.”

“Yeah,” Drew said softly, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “We can go slow. Whatever you need.”

Her lips curved into a small, grateful smile. Drew reached for the remote, turning on a movie to fill the comfortable silence. As the opening credits rolled, she  shifted closer to him, her head resting against his chest. Before long, her breathing evened out, and she fell asleep, leaving Drew alone with his thoughts.

He glanced down at her peaceful face, his arm wrapped protectively around her. His mind replayed their conversation, her words ringing in his ears.

For now, he was content to take things slow, savoring every moment with the girl who had already captured his heart without even trying.

[stemmmm]

never forgive trigger for what they cut

[homerent11]

[simptasia]

LOST: Season One

[healpimp]

If you are ever in doubt wether my posts with demo and soldier interacting are boots n bombs or not i promise you it is intended to be fully and utterly homosexual

[stardestroyer81]

I've noticed some of my Pizza Tower posts as well as my Star Tower overview post have been getting some attention as of late, and I simply couldn't be happier on the matter, especially seeing how much people like Star Tower in particular!

And seeing as I've had art of the lot sitting around for some time, I've decided to whip up six individual icons for each of the five Fruitins as well as the Super Key as it's been quite a while since the Fruitins have all been seen together on this blog! 🍒🍊🍈🥨🍌🔑

[ourladyoftheflytrap]

My mom didn't go with me to the vet with dust but today she was like "did she give dust a steroid shot? I was reading online that a different vet gave somebody else's cat a steroid shot. Also im gonna buy dust some supplements to put in his food to help" like why in the world are you trusting the advice of people who have never laid eyes on my cat over the advice of the licensed professional who did??

[batsplat]

hai hai i just read ur aliens aesthetics ranking and while yeah i get the boredom with honda's liveries, r any other teams really doing anything interesting w/ their liveries/aesthetics? maybe im just new but i feel like there's too much red on the grid rn

(aesthetic post) there IS too much red on the grid, though the red situation I imagine is about to get somewhat better. my understanding is that tech3's rebrand to bring it more in line with the general ktm ethos (bankruptcy) is also probably going to make it look quite similar to the main ktm. so like. more brown. the perception of a lot of red is also inevitably related to who's WINNING most of the races (and who the tv cameras show). if, say, the top 5 in 2025 is in any order martin, acosta, diggia, marquez and bagnaia... then that'd be two red bikes, a brown bike, a black bike, and a wonderfully yellow bike. red bikes winning THIS much is a disease of the early 2020s and it will eventually pass

I don't think anyone is doing something particularly interesting with their liveries right now... it's specifically repsol honda I'm bullying just for doing the SAME thing for about twenty years. I Would Like to make it very Clear that I don't have anything against the concept per se!! it's literally just... look. if I put on a race in 2005, I might see a yamaha, a ducati and a honda (admittedly in that year probably not a repsol honda but let's ignore that) fighting for position

and if I put on a race in 2010, I might see a yamaha, a ducati and a honda fighting for position

and if I put on a race in 2015, I might see a yamaha, a ducati and a honda fighting for position

and if I put on a race in 2020, I might see a yamaha, a ducati and a honda fighting for position

look, I'm not saying ducati in particular are reinventing the wheel here but... I mean, come on. you've got to admit I've got a point here. also historically yamaha and ducati had the decency to occasionally suck, which meant they're less ever-present on my screen. during the early 2010s for ducati and late 2010s for yamaha, I will be seeing considerably less of them than I do honda. whereas repsol honda only kinda sucked for very select periods in the noughties

so I've just seen too much of that livery!! it's ALWAYS the exact same two shades of orange with the white in between, very minimal variation. at least ducati switches up the shade of red!! obviously honda suck NOW, which has at least caused repsol to pack it in - giving us a quite different livery in 2024 and presumably a completely different livery this year now that repsol's properly gone. except the problem is they suck SO bad that when I try to picture the 2024 honda in my head, what my brain does is 'take a 2002 honda and stretch it out' because I barely SAW the repsol honda on my screen. so the thing that has made the aesthetics more tolerable to me results in me no longer seeing the bike at all. I would actually say last year's honda was one of my favourite liveries!! like. look at it (this post may be the first and last time seeing this bike for some people)

it's nice!! arguably a bit busy with the colours but, again, honestly at this point that's a plus as far as I'm concerned. it's distinctive, clearly recognisable... I mean the repsol thing at the bottom is probably the worst part of that livery and it does feel a bit two concepts at once, but honda's lost repsol now so. fine!

the problem pre-2024 is just how LITTLE variation there was. like I'd even have supported if they just changed the colouring of the front and back bit, as in the aforementioned 2002 livery (ignore how badly the yellow clashes with the orange, admittedly watching two years' worth of races with this guy winning also didn't help my feelings towards that livery)

but even the front thingy is orange from 2006 onwards!! at a certain point I'm just sick of seeing it!! and I get that neither of these liveries would be workable all-year round, but valencia 2003/aragon 2011 did show that there are theoretically different ways you can make a motorcycle orange

also the lack of individual variation between most repsol honda riders over the years... I'm not even getting a bit of a switch-up in colours depending on WHICH honda rider I am currently watching win. compare and contrast the honda and yamaha situation

but to bring it back to like. the actual subject of the ask. I think part of the issue with the current lot is that it's tougher these days anyway to come up with particularly nice designs for these bikes. partly it's because they're rather bulky now. though.... I mean, looking at some of the special liveries from last year silverstone.... the honda in particular made me go 'okay so you guys CAN come up with nice designs'. also people understandably ragged on vr46 for not just copying one of the countless nice liveries valentino had over the years, but I actually reckon I'd quite like it as a normal livery. nothing special in a still photo but it looked really nice in action tbh, partly because.... again. it does have to be said that the yellow in moderation does wonders for visibility

the vr46 livery does, however, kinda point to the big problem.... sponsorships. too many bloody sponsorships. it's really escalated over the past decade and it just makes it harder to do nice stuff with your liveries. in a way you HAVE to keep it simple so there's enough space for all the clutter. this is why pecco had his extremely justified whinge about HIS special livery last year

yes, ducati did half-ass it, but a big problem is the massive lenovo logo. also, the energy drinks. I don't massively mind either logo per se but I'm also sick of seeing those by now and it's not really making me more inclined to buy either brand if I'm being honest. though the worst sin there is still not what they put on the helmets or leathers or bikes or whatever else they can get their hands on - it's how they make the riders awkwardly carry the cans every time they pose on the podium. the only things riders should be holding on podiums is helmets and each other

anyway in terms of current teams' liveries (just going off 2024 since we've only seen a couple new ones)... I mean, look, you might dislike it on grounds of 'taste' or 'basic aesthetic sensibility' or 'health of your ocular nerve' but the vr46 livery unquestionably clears the 'doing something interesting' hurdle. I don't massively mind the yamaha livery per se but I DO mind that they stopped updating it several years ago, and I've already made my feelings on THAT kind of behaviour very clear. ducati I think could do with a slightly brighter livery again. ktm looks Fine but it's also mostly just a massive red bull logo, which... I've seen enough of. as previously discussed wrt gresini... I do think they were doing something interesting with the red stripes, it's just that I'm not a massive fan of the actual bike colour

I liked pramac last year and the year before!! I'm not saying I think the purple/red combo is the height of good taste - but it's clearly visible, memorable, and at least they're doing SOMETHING

it's more interesting than the blue and red they used to have - I think the one with the white base colour probably works better, especially given how dark a lot of the bikes it's fighting were, though I genuinely did like both

and the other one that's generally a winner year on year is aprilia

which, yes, it's mostly just a black bike. but it uses its highlights well - including on the livery - and the black base colour means that it doesn't look super cluttered with the sponsors. also aprilia doesn't have a title sponsor to take up a lot of space anyway, and their poverty is our gain

in conclusion. I really do just think teams should properly switch up their liveries every few years. I'm not even super picky WHAT the switch up is, it's just about giving my eyes something new to look at every now and again. this post is two years too late since honda has by now at last listened to my advice and lost their biggest sponsor because they suck so badly. but unfortunately they have left me with an obscenely large back catalogue of races featuring hondas that look too similar to each other, which. disappointing

[cathymee]

why does showtime have random episodes where they just make as much mj references as they can

[housepartyprotocol]

Teammates

Oscar Piastri x teammate!reader

summary: Oscar and his teammate have a close hilarious relationship

Masterlist / TipJar

ynusername

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ynusername Photo of oscar accurately describes how I feel going into my home gp

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oscarpiastri how do you always find the worst photos of me

ynusername i take them bb oscarpiastri oh my god user best teamates on the grid

user if only the mclaren car was better for them

user i think mclaren should be more worried about yn's insane internet presence ynusername omg no..... dont tell them mclaren you are mistaken we live for this

lewishamilton home race !

georgerussell silverstone ! ynusername Brit squad assemble ! landonorris here we come !

user YN is my favourite driver by a landslide

ynusername

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ynusername he may've been schooled in this country but he is in desperate need of an education on pure culture

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user I love the fact the minute she is not racing she has the craziest nails

user are they acrylics ynusername they are press ons, easy on easy off ynusername easy way to be hot

oscarpiastri I love that these are the photos you post, you're education was not coffee shops and bookshops

ynusername what nope it was very mundane oscarpiastri nothing with you is mundane user shots fired user petition for yn to release the other photos landonorris petition signed alexalbon petition signed

lewishamilton the most cultured driver crown might be passed down soon

ynpiastri omg can you knight me too lewishamilton i wish! user the crown needs to be passed on now

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri Just shy of a podium but got to witness the united kingdoms honorary princess on a podium. (also its not her birthday, her birthday is in 8 months)

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user its always her birthday!

user always !! ynusername it is! oscarpiastri I am not getting you gifts everyday user he gets her birthday gifts..

ynusername mclaren domination in the foreseeable future

oscarpiastri so soon user i love them user they should date

f1fanupdates

liked by 3,420 users

f1fanupdates For the uneducated and borderline uncultured, meet the McLaren cuties. Teammates YN LN and Oscar Piastri channel the Gen Z unmedia-trained craziness. Having known each other from F3 days, their social media makes McLaren admins have heart attacks. Both having wins under their belt, it makes them a very strong team, a force. Would I be lying if I said they would be cute together...

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user I love them, they are my parents, together or not

user they are iconic I hope they never get trained

user they are the hottest drivers, McLaren slayed with this pairing

user preach

user I already thought they were dating

user no they are just friendly user I bet there are underlying feelings

ynusername

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ynusername checking out the opposition. checking OUT the opposition

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user she is unhinged

user she is iconic

user is she dating lewis

user nah lewis is married user since when?!?

oscarpiastri don't you dare jump ship

ynusername can't promise anything pooks oscarpiastri you better mclaren you better ynusername till death does us part x

lewishamilton you are not smart with this caption

ynusername innocent until proven guilty lewishamilton you are baiting him user WHO, LEWIS TELL US user OMgggg drama

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri pov we were meant to be at the technology centre at 9. One of us was

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ynusername nooo youve made me look bad, it was traffic

oscarpiastri So, thats not an ice cold coffee in the selfie you sent me ynusername no one was meant to see that oscapiastri nothing you send me is safe sweetheart ynusername I ... okay user omg is she lost for words

user thats possible??

user omg they sent each other photos

user thats not a crazy thing user just let me believe they have feelings

mclaren ohhhh thats why you were late

ynusername no not at all mother mclaren mother is disappointed oscarpiastri what is happening? mclaren its okay son oscarpiastri oh hell naw we are not siblings user hes not helping the rumours

ynusername

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ynusername A visual representation of me trying to soft launch a relationship

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oscarpiastri is this why you have been screaming/wheezing in your drivers room for the last 30 mins

user omg she is just like the rest of us oscarpiastri shes been in tears screaming 'why do i have none without his face!!' ynusername you are out of line Piastri oscarpiastri wow, not the surname

lewishamilton very very accurate

ynusername huh lewishamilton we are going to talk soon ynusername @ anyone HELP ME oscarpiastri nothing can help you now

user okay so who do we think it is

user oscar user oscar user oscar user ah so a universal thought

f1fanupdates

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f1fanupdates It has been five months since this soft launching started! We are almost in Abu Dhabi, and YN is still just teasing her partner. We all think it is Oscar, but it is still unknown. No matter who it is though, they look good together

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user OSCARRRRR

user Imagine it is not oscar and it is some poor guy and now he's upset

user oh user thats a good point

user OscarYN for life

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri Hoping on the soft launching YN's relationship train

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ynusername wow, thats my next post ruined

lewishamilton for the love of all that is good, just post him ynusername booo oscarpiastri no booo its getting boring ynusername you think that, really.. ? oscarpiastri i do yn girl

user this is hilarious

user i thought this was an YN post at first user same! user oscar is getting sick of it lol

mclaren There were three of us in this marriage, so it was a bit crowded

user not mclaren quoting princess Diana user wouldn't it be four, mclaren, oscar, yn, yns partner user i think you are delusional user i think they are right user mclaren outing there relationship...

ynusername

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ynusername my man my man my maaaan

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user its officalllll guys

user im so happy i was right user they look amazing together user hot couple

oscarpiastri finally a hard launch pookie

oscarpiastri was wondering when you would do it ynusername i was teeing it up lewishamilton its been a good 8 months of you two sneaking around the paddock landonorris we all knew maxverstappen i walked in on them making out fully behind the mclaren hospitatility alexalbon we all did that day, it was basically public information

mclaren our evil plan finally worked

ynusername your what... oscarpiastri your what... mclaren nothing, doors sometimes just lock on accident user not mclaren admin confessing to playing cupid mclaren not just me, everyone, Zak once hid YN's car keys so Oscar had to drive her home ynusername WHAT OMG I FEEL BETRAYED

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri HR approved of photos 1 and 2 of my girlfriend

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user goddamm

ynusername OSCAR

oscarpiastri hey georgus ynusername georgus? oscarpiastri thats you landonorris you guys make me sickkk ynusername love you toooo oscarpiastri hey... ynusername x

mclaren we do not approve of the 3rd

oscarpiastri I do not want another HR meeting ynusername THIS ONE WASN'T MY FAULT! DON'T MAKE ME SIT THROUGH ANOTHER user what happened last time.. mclaren setting work place phyiscal intimacy boundaries ynusername Oscar is not a good influence on me oscarpiastri you aren't a good influence on anyone love

user I love these two so much

user best teammates on the grid

user the next brocedes ynusername we arent having a dramatic public break up lewishamilton oh

[italiangirlcoresblog]

main masterlist \\ lando masterlist

-----------------••✩🍪☕️🩹✩••----------------

𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞

✩ : everyone has been speculating about a possible relationship between you and lando, but neither of you ever confirmed anything — until the infamous hard launch

𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 : @ tatemcrae on ig

𝐟��𝐚𝐭. : lando norris

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : humor, mature

✍︎ : sports car has my heart and soul, so might as well give it a smau too

OR

me still procrastinating lando's fic

-------------------------❦︎-------------------------

itsynbitch

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itsynbitch it's lights out and away we go

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oliviarodrigo can't wait 😍

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username1 OMG???

username2 let's take a few steps back shall we

username3 i'm so confused

username4 i think we all are

username5 wait what did i miss

username6 HOW DID WE GET HERE

username7 biker y/n!?

username8 more like f1 y/n with that caption

username9 wdym

username10 it's the line croft always says at the start of the races

username11 imagine if it's the theme for her new album

username12 girl I WISH

username13 hey siri, how to become the guy in this reel?

username14 reel ❌️ real ✅️

username15 i hope he knows how lucky he is

♥︎ by lando

username16 DAMN ALRIGHT HAHAHA

username17 i wasn't expecting that

username18 he's not wrong tho

username19 lando we see you brother

username20 you're all of us

username21 whatever this means i'm here for it

chappellroan ICON

♥︎ by itsynbitch

itsynbitch

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itsynbitch "2 hands" OUT THIS FRIDAY

stay tuned 🧡

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username22 this did something to me

username23 you mean i have to wait a WHOLE WEEK for this masterpiece?

username24 technically it's just four days ☝️🤓

username25 still way too long 😔

username26 screw my finals, y/n's new single release date just dropped

itsynbitch keep studying kids

username27 if y/n says it, we shall comply

username28 i'd have all straight As if she asked me to

username29 divided by countries, united by mommy issues

lando orange suits you

♥︎ by itsynbitch

itsynbitch my favorite 🧡

username30 chat are they flirting in broad daylight

username31 she meant the color... RIGHT?

username32 y/n babe that was pretty misunderstandable

username33 WHY ARE WE IGNORING LANDO’S COMMENT HELLO

username34 my man just wanted to shoot his shot

username35 honestly if i were him i'd go for it too

username36 papaya reference anyone!?

username37 i was literally thinking the same thing

username38 i have no one to talk to about this

username39 same 😭

username40 mother delivered as always

username41 LET'S GO 🏎💨

username42 buckle up, we're in for one crazy ass ride

f1gossippofficial

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f1gossippofficial some clips from y/n's tiktok. does the car look familiar to you? 👀

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username43 that's a whole ass mclaren right there

username44 that's not just ANY mclaren that's LANDO’S mclaren

username45 according to who?

username46 there's literally his number printed on it 💀

username47 "iT CouLD Be a CoiNCiDeNCe" no it couldn't shut up

username48 you people really need to chill

username49 just stating the obvious

username50 y/n x mclaren collab is something i didn't know i needed

username51 what a great time to be fan of both

username52 fr we're being blessed with this content

username53 this is great and all but are we not gonna talk about lando's "good taste in cars"?

username54 I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WOULD MENTION IT

username55 i knew you'd bring this up lol

username56 and y/n replying "well thank you" like AAAAA

username57 what's so special about it

username58 1. we got more y/n x lando content and 2. THEY WERE OBVIOUSLY FLIRTING

username59 norris fangirl detected, opinion rejected

username60 the way i could smell the comments from a mile away

username61 cry about it

lando

♫︎ y/n • 2 hands [E]

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lando bangher

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oscarpiastri mate i think you misspelled it

lando no i didn't

username62 oscar trying to gentle parent lando out of his dyslexia

username63 dorks

username64 as a landoscar fan this is everything

username65 pause. rewind. NO HE DIDN'T

username66 did what

username67 GUYS IT'S BANG—HER

username68 omg are you serious

username69 oh he was smooth with it

username70 if this is about y/n i swear

username71 WHY WOULD IT BE

username72 idk maybe because he used her song???

username73 some of you are actually sick

carlossainz55 🤨

username74 carlos is just as confused as us

username75 lando sponsoring his girlfriend's single 🥰

username76 WHAT ARE THEY TOGETHER!?

username77 no they're not stop assuming things it's weird af

username78 then why would he even use it?

username79 because it is, in fact, a banger, AND HE JUST FUCKING MISSPELLED IT

username80 ok but what about y/n also being in the likes

username81 e x a c t l y

username82 everyone arguing in the comments:

me vibing to 2 hands: 💃💃💃

itsynbitch

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itsynbitch life lately ✨️✨️✨️

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username83 man lando did not waste one second

username84 he came here faster than he won in singapore

username85 he was in the likes before y/n even posted

username86 miss gurl that's a lot of orange

username87 @ mclaren just take her as your ambassador already

mclaren we'll think about it 😉

username88 ADMIN WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

username89 y/n feeding us crumbs until the big reveal

username90 me acting surprised when she'll confirm the lando rumors: 😮

username91 no way you've been banging dating in secret who would've thought right

username92 i can't with y'all 😭

username93 don't mind me just staring at the jacket in the first slide and trying to understand where i've seen it before

username94 i knew it looked familiar

username95 born to say lando, forced to stay silent and act clueless

username96 IT'S SO OBVIOUS IT'S PAINFUL

username97 pros and cons of being a lando fangirl

username98 truly a blessing and a curse 😔

username99 y/n might have good taste in cars but lando sure as hell got good taste in women

username100 you can't really go wrong with her can you?

username101 i fear she's everybody's type

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f1gossippofficial 🚨 BREAKING: lando norris seen carrying the same rhode lip phone case shown in y/n's story before they were caught partying together by a fan

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username102 god forbid someone else other than her has a rhode lip phone case

username103 you're pushing it way too far now

username104 i'll never understand why we normalized shoving our phones in famous people's faces

username105 lando literally ran away poor baby

username106 the way they immediately tried to hide when they saw the camera

username107 they both looked so uncomfortable please leave them alone

username108 if they want to keep their relationship secret they clearly have their reasons

username109 listen they're probably not even dating but you decided they are and you forced it on them

username110 stop playing matchmaker for them it's getting out of hand

username111 i was getting all excited about them as a couple but then i opened the comments

username112 hey at least now we know they're together

username113 idc what everybody else says a win is a win

username114 imagine them scrolling through these and laughing at how dumb you all sound

username115 lando was probably busy remixing y/n's songs at the club

itsynbitch

♫︎ y/n • sports car

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itsynbitch "sports car" song and mv 🏎🏁 OUT NOW

~ it was a pleasure working with you @ lando

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username116 so... i wasn't exactly expecting all of that

username117 I THOUGHT SHE ACCIDENTALLY LEAKED A SEX TAPE WTF

username118 how else do you wanna call it?

username119 okay but i don't think this was accidental 😃

username120 are we paying for this?

username121 so lando did start onlyfans after all

username122 he's multi-tasking

username123 f1 driver by day, whore by night

username124 i might've seen a reflection of lando’s weenie in the window and i fear the image is now stuck in my head forever

oscarpiastri same

carlossainz55 yeah

maxverstappen1 i agree

charles_leclerc unfortunately

username125 I'M CRYING

username126 the drivers being traumatized for life: a series

lando pleasure's mine @ itsynbitch

itsynbitch i know

♥︎ by lando

username127 WE KNOW TOO

username128 she's the man in the relationship

username129 how do i achieve this level of mothering?

username130 they really uh-uhed in it huh

username131 💀💀💀

username132 the fact that they probably weren't even faking it

itsynbitch take the "probably" out

username133 GIRL

username134 hard launch ❌️ hard while launching ✅️

username135 HAHAHAHAHA

lando good one

username136 boy what 😭

lando

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lando finally made it on main

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username137 "finally" mf wanted to simp over his girlfriend in public so bad

username138 can't blame him tbh

username139 MY SHIP HAS OFFICIALLY SAILED

username140 wasn't the mv clear enough 🤨

username141 i mean all singers do that

username142 ... no?

username143 they could've been just banging buddies

username144 banging buddies 💀

lando i love when you guys get creative like this

username145 lando trying to make us forget what we saw in that video:

oscarpiastri i wish i could forget

username146 this will haunt him forever

username147 poor oscar witnessed things he was never supposed to

username148 new nightmare unlocked

username149 CUTIES

username150 i wanna cuddle with lando like that too

lando cuddles reserved to y/n only

♥︎ by itsynbitch

username151 AWWW

username152 couple goals

username153 LOOK AT HOW HAPPY SHE IS

username154 my shayla 😭💖

itsynbitch

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itsynbitch my silly boy

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oliviarodrigo favorites ❤️

♥︎ by itsynbitch

lando i love you

♥︎ by itsynbitch

lando i looove you

♥︎ by itsynbitch

lando I LOVE YOU

itsynbitch alright baby i love you too

♥︎ by lando

username155 you know what that is? SIMPly lovely

username156 wait that's so mean (do it again)

username157 max from his private account:

username158 lando will never live it down

username159 the 4 on lando's shirt 🥺

username160 "my silly boy" MY HEART

username161 they look so good together

username162 ikr???

username163 they just make so much sense

username164 freaky and freaky lover

username165 my bisexual awakening i fear

username166 POOKIES

username167 they're so very dear to me

username168 LANDO’S NOSE SCRUNCH

username169 he's just a little bunny

username170 i wanna bite his face

itsynbitch only i get to do that sorry

lando jealous much?

lando KIDDING

lando please don't leave me

italiangirlcoresblog this man has ZERO shame

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[witherby]

imagine how cute would be if Bruce brings the little wayne to his work on wayne tower 🥺 the moment would be ruined if some paparazzi taking photos with flash and scaring the baby

Sooo the baby didn't end up getting scared, but this idea did make me spit out 2000 words worth of content. I hope that's a fair compromise :3

THE LITTLEST WAYNE: TAKE YOUR KID TO WORK DAY

Featuring: Bruce talking to you like a colleague, a newspaper article, and an overprotective Damian.

"Morning, Clarice. Donuts and coffee are getting delivered in five minutes if you wanna pop downstairs and help yourself. Afterwards, do me a favor and rebook the consultation with Lexcorp for sometime next month? The further out the better."

Bruce's secretary nodded, fingers flying across the keys to accommodate his request. She tucked a lock of strawberry blonde hair behind her ear and shot him a polite smile.

"Of course, mister Wayne — oh, goodness gracious."

Bruce's placid expression quickly became embarrassed. He tried to walk past her but she was already on her feet and rounding the desk, heels clicking over the linoleum floor to stand in front of him and the bundle on his arm.

"Who is this!" She cried, immediately fawning over you. You stared blankly at her as you suckled on your binky, wrapped up in a tiny Nightwing onesie (Dick got to the clothes first this morning) and hugging your father's arm. "Oh, my, you're the most adorable baby I've ever seen! I'm Clarice! I'm your father's personal secretary, and apparently the last person to find out anything, including when he adopted yet another child!"

"This wasn't a...planned acquisition," Bruce muttered, the tips of his ears pink. He let the blonde gently squish your fat cheeks and you preened under the attention, lifting one fuzzy-wrapped hand to brush against her wrist.

"A planned acquisition. Like you're another company he bought on a whim and not a precious angel," Clarice giggled. "What a doll... If you ever need a babysitter, Mister Wayne, please don't hesitate to call me!"

"I'll keep that in mind," he said, exasperated but smiling good-naturedly. "Have a great day, Clarice."

"You, too! Bye-bye, angel!" She waved, and squealed when you waved back.

Bruce disappeared into his office with you, bouncing you gently on one arm while the other shrugged off the duffel bag he carried with him. Zipping it open, he quickly tugged out a pop-up bassinet to place you in, then the pieces to an enclosed play pen he built and filled with some blankets, a couple toys, and an extra Red Robin binky (Tim got to the toys first this morning).

"Okay," he sighed, scooping you up and relocating you to the pen. "I've actually got to run my own company for a bit, and the others are busy, so you get to hang out with me today."

Bruce rested his arm on his desk, then his chin in his hand, and stared down at you. You were staring intently back at him, the binky bopping up and down as you suckled on it.

"You're a little young to learn the ropes, but I'll explain what I'm doing anyway. Every baby book I've looked at tells me you get something out of it even if you don't understand what I'm saying, so today it's time to do payroll. I'd make you sign an NDA, because you're about to see a lot of personal files, but you don't know how to hold a pencil, read, write, or speak yet, so I think we're fine."

Bruce had two monitors on his desk. He duplicated his screen and spun the other one around so you could watch what he was doing in real time.

"I don't like to delegate this task to other people because the last six times I did, they were eventually found embezzling money. Unfortunately, that tends to happen when you live in Gotham. Right now I've opened the pay software — it's this icon here, where the mouse is circling — and I'm going to ask it to open the time sheets for the last two weeks..."

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A NEW FAMILY MEMBER? BRUCE WAYNE SPOTTED IN WAYNE TOWER WITH INFANT, SPECULATION GROWING

CEO of Wayne Enterprises Bruce Wayne seen with a baby after exiting his office this afternoon!

[An image of you in your Nightwing onesie, tucked securely in a smiling Bruce's arms as he walks out of an elevator, is printed on the front page of the Gotham Gazette.]

Sources say Wayne filed another adoption form with the courts a week ago and is being met with mixed reviews. Large portions of the public are joking that Wayne has an "adoption problem" while others speculate he is too inexperienced to foster an infant.

"Wasn't his youngest kid, like, 9 when he adopted him?" Asks one Carmine Falconi, recently released from Blackgate on good behavior. "None o' my business, of course, but I don't think he knows how to raise a tiny tot like that. My guys ain't touchin' a hair on that one's head, though. Kidnapping the odd teen or two, sure, go nuts, but even us crooks got codes, and that one's off-limits in my book."

Wayne declined to comment when the Gotham Gazette reached out and remaining family have further refused interviews about the subject.

(Alfred got to the phone first.)

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The newspaper clipping was already framed and proudly sitting on the dining room table when Bruce woke up the next morning and shuffled downstairs for breakfast with you in his arms. He spared it a tired glance, put you in your high chair, and relented to Damian's insistent shoving so the boy could sit next to and feed you (he got to the pantry first).

"The next time you plan on actually doing your day job," the boy hissed, "bring one of us with you. There was an abysmal amount of security protocols you ignored when leaving work to allow paparazzi the chance to grab photos. I won't let your frivolous behavior cause them harm."

"Are you volunteering?" Bruce asked, gratefully accepting the mug of coffee Alfred handed over. He quietly greeted Dick and Jason as they filed into the room and had a quick rock-paper-scissors match to see who got to sit on your other side. Jason won. "Any networking events I have to attend, you almost always find a way to weasel out of."

"If it will keep our new charge safe," Damian huffed, "I can handle a few stupid luncheons."

"That's not a pass to skip school. If it's between a social or a class, you're going to class."

Damian looked simultaneously pissed and relieved. His fist clenched tightly around the small, silicone spoon, before he forced himself to relax and continue feeding you. You opened your mouth obediently for another offering of mushed-up bananas, apples, and cinnamon baby food from a high quality brand, giving a happy hum.

"Then the duty falls to one of you fools," he snapped at Jason and Dick, "which is akin to trusting a mosquito not to drink from you at the first possible opportunity. You'll pick up the slack when I'm otherwise indisposed."

"No can do, baby bat," Dick said, pouring himself a bowl of cereal and scrolling through his phone. He quickly snapped a picture of you with your mouth open to accept another spoonful of food. "I have a day job, too. I don't even live here. I'm just on an extended vacation until the end of next week, then it's back to Blüdhaven."

Damian focused his glare on Jason next, who smirked back and shook his head.

"Legally dead. So, 'less you want Brucie Wayne and an innocent baby seen all around town with Red Hood, the crime lord, it's a no from me."

Damian weighed the pros and cons. Bruce shot him a look and shook his head, dismissing the idea entirely.

The boy grit his teeth. He scraped the last of the baby food from its jar and fed it to you, then delicately wiped the remnants from your mouth. You gummed at his finger and made grabby hands, indicating your desire to get out of the high chair. Jason scooped you up first with a swift call of "dibs!", carrying you away to get bathed and dressed for the day.

"Then...then you have to go into work with Timothy!" Damian demanded, facing Bruce again, who had finished his coffee by now and was eating a slice of buttered toast. The man raised a brow, looking only marginally more awake than he was at the start of the day.

"Tim hates being at the office with me," Bruce explained as Alfred came around to set a plate of pancakes, eggs, and freshly-squeezed orange juice in front of Damian. "Says the Brucie act is annoying to be around and it drives productivity down at least 8% every time. It's a lie, I've checked the numbers, but if he doesn't want to be at the Tower at the same time as me then I'm not going to push a non-issue."

"You?" said Damian, incredulous. "You aren't going to push a non-issue? You push everything. It may as well be your middle name."

He cut into his food with more force than necessary, cutlery scraping unpleasantly against the plate until he lifted his hands again. He shrugged off the hand Bruce tried to place on his shoulder, chewing angrily on a mouthful of pancake.

"I'm open to ideas, son," the man said, "but here are the facts: You have to go to school Monday through Friday. I won't let you homeschool because you need to socialize with people in your age group. Jason isn't interested in declaring himself alive right now. Dick doesn't live at the Manor full time and has separate responsibilities. Tim is juggling college, Wayne Enterprises, and patrols. Alfred is too ol— is aging gracefully, and might prefer to have more time to himself instead of watching the baby all alone for hours on end."

Alfred took Bruce's empty plate away with a very sharp look, then excused himself back to the kitchen.

Bruce turned in his chair to fully face Damian, who glared at his breakfast like it personally caused this mess, and not one hyper-empathetic man and his bleeding heart for orphans.

"Now, can you tell me how best to solve this problem without the occasional "take your kid to work day," or enrolling the baby in a daycare program?"

Yes, he could. But unfortunately for Damian, he had inherited a bleeding heart of his own, which constricted at the thought of giving his little sibling back up for adoption. Instead, he swallowed his next mouthful of food and sighed.

"More research is needed," he mumbled, which was the closest he could ever get to admitting he didn't know something. "However, my complaints still stand. Let the paparazzi get a bad photo if it means keeping the babe safe. Their well-being is your top priority, so act like it."

"Heard," Bruce said, sounding far too fond for Damian's liking. "Finish your breakfast and then get ready for school."

The boy grumbled but complied, and soon stood next to the door waiting for Alfred to pull a car up to the driveway. He watched Bruce carry you in his arms after he slung the duffel bag with your essentials over his shoulder, tugging the small hood of your red oneside up (Jason dressed you first today) over your head to ensure you didn't get cold.

"Have a good day, Damian," Bruce told him.

"Sure, whatever." Damian took you from his father and adjusted your hood himself. You grabbed his finger in your small fist with all the strength you could muster and tried to put it in your mouth. He gently pried it free, and Bruce popped a Batman binky in there instead. "You will be safe today. When I'm finished conforming to what American society deems a proper education, I will retrieve you myself."

Your binky bopped up and down as you suckled on it, staring silently at Damian. It was practically a yes to him, so he took it.

Glancing briefly at his father, he hesitated a moment, then kissed your forehead and quickly passed you back to Bruce before heading outside to let Alfred drive him to school.

Bruce watched him go with an unreadable expression. He quickly turned and faced Dick once Damian was out of earshot.

"Did you —"

"I'm texting you the picture right now," Dick said, thumbs flying across the keyboard. "What should the caption be for my Twitter post? #BestBrotherEver or #SecretSofty?"

"Either way, he's going to kick your ass."

[ghostfacd]

IN A WORLD FULL OF BOYS, HE’S A GENTLEMAN ! | TOM BLYTH

PAIRING. tom blyth x fem!actress!reader

SUMMARY. despite being in a world filled of childish boys, your boyfriend was definitely a gentleman, always putting you before him

AUTHORS NOTE. the third installment because we love tom blyth and yn avocot. I recommend reading part 1 and 2 for more context!

tomblyth “babe, do you think we’re together in every universe?” is that even a question?

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ynuser stoppp i didn’t know youd actually take the question seriously

user1 get you a man like tom blyth bc oh my god

user2 idk what yn did to manifest him but i need her ways

user3 ugh idk what he’s doing with her lol he could do so much better

➥ user4 well someone had to say it..

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You didn’t understand how some people on the internet can be so . . . mean. Although there have been countless of fans cheering you and Tom on, it didn’t make it any less hurtful that there were still a ton who weren’t scared to be open about how much your boyfriend could do better.

It’s ironic; you think. They’re claiming they’re looking out for Tom, yet totally disregarding him and his girlfriend as human beings? Those weren’t real fans.

The reason for them hating you so much? Just for simply being with Tom. Everybody wanted him, that was your crime.

Everytime you got lost in your thoughts about this topic, Tom knew. Boyfriend instincts, he called them, but really, he was just a caring and observant person.

You tried not to break down over it, you really did, but a girl could only go on for so long before it all bursts out. Luckily, Tom pulls you right in, telling you to let it all out.

Although the world was filled with childish and hurtful beings, Tom Blyth was still who he was, a gentleman, attending to your every needs.

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tomblyth really dgaf if you like my girlfriend or not cause i do and that’s all that matters

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user5 im cryinf the polaroid he has of her

user6 YES REAL MEN STAND UP FOR THEIR GFS

user7 ALL THE PICS HE HAS OF HER 🥹🥹

tomblythswife oh to be yn avocot and be loved by tom blyth

rachelzegler tell ‘em 🙊

user8 she doesn’t even comment on the posts he makes abt her, so self centered lol

➥ ynuser I’m right next to him rn?? cant say the same thing about you “lol”

➥ user9 OH SHE ATE YOU UP @/user8

tomblyth_daily here are some clips of tom talking about his relationship in his new interview! GET YOU A MAN THATS LIKE TOM BLYTH 🗣️🗣️🗣️

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user10 the way he’s so passionate when talking about her and being a good boyfriend, God I hate being single

user11 “they’re not even that cute” STFU AND GO WATCH THIS INTERVIEW CAUSE ??

user12 tom blyth said put aside your nonchalant attitudes, im looking at YOU MEN 🫵🫵

ilovetomblyth he’s so boyfriend it actually hurts

user13 yn must’ve saved a continent in her past life to be dating tom blyth omg

ynuser girls, before you have a meltdown over a boy: think of what balleona laurent would do. kiss and manipulate coriolanus!

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tomblyth you kiss and manipulate me too

➥ ynuser you’re gonna get me CANCELLED

user14 literal unbothered icon i love her

user15 if i were her id post a tiktok with that audio “he chose me he don’t want you”

iloveyn SHES SO FUNNY

lionsgate us when behind the scenes photo of balleona 😻

➥ user16 lmao stop who’s the admin of lionsgate

user17 balleona is such a bad person but oh is she hot

tomblyth she was like a shot of espresso

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ynuser i love u more than words can describe blyth

user18 ok who’s cutting onions

user19 GIRLS, GUYS, THEY THEMS, STOP SETTLING FOR BARE MINIMUM WHEN TOM BLYTH LITERALLY CALLED HIS GF A SHOT OF ESPRESSO, GIVES HER FLOWERS EVERYDAY, AND TALKS ABT HER ALL THE TIME IN HIS INTERVIEWS

➥ user20 YELL IT HARDER SISTER 👐👐👐

user21 this is so dark academica im inlove with u guys

user22 parentssss

rachelzegler my favorites

ynuser SNOW LANDS ON TOP LOSERS

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tomblyth yn, i love you but

➥ user23 LMFAOO when he doesn’t finish his sentence

user24 the second pic thank u yn

joshandresrivera on top of u maybe

➥ user25 IM DYING OML

user26 thank you to lionsgate for casting the most hottest villain couple ever

[jaysng]

(🍒) — making up | park jongseong

after a heated argument, jay unexpectedly shows up at your window on a rainy night, leaving you shocked and scrambling to figure out what he’s thinking. [wc: 1.8k]

PAIRING. boyfriend!loverboy!jay x girlfriend!reader

GENRE. fluff (mentions of argument idk?)

NOTE. why is it so hard to find red icons, this one doesn’t even match ikik. i personally like this story hehe.

it was nearing midnight when you finally finished your last math problem. the rain pattered softly against the window, filling your quiet room with a soothing rhythm. you leaned back in your chair, rubbing your tired eyes as your thoughts began to wander again.

no matter how much you tried to focus, your mind kept circling back to earlier today. to the argument.

it hadn’t ended well—not with an apology, not even with understanding. just sharp words exchanged and the sting of his retreating back. you hated leaving things like that, but pride had gotten the better of both of you. now, you were stuck replaying it, dissecting every detail, and wondering why he hadn’t called to fix things.

a sudden thud against your window snapped you out of your thoughts. you froze, heart immediately pounding.

what the hell was that?

the sound came again, softer this time, like a deliberate knock. panic rose in your chest as you stared at the closed curtains. it was late. no one should be at your window. especially not with your parents just down the hall.

slowly, you approached the window, your fingers trembling slightly as you hesitated at the edge of the curtain. taking a cautious peek, you gasped, your heart lurching.

“jay?” you mouthed, your voice barely audible in your shock.

sure enough, there he was, standing on the narrow ledge outside, drenched from head to toe. his dark hair clung to his forehead, raindrops rolling down his face, and his hoodie was soaked through, heavy with water. he raised a hand, giving you a sheepish wave, as if this were the most casual thing in the world.

you scrambled to unlock the window, sliding it open just enough to grab the front of his hoodie and yank him inside.

“jay!” you hissed, barely keeping your voice down as he stumbled into your room. “what the hell are you doing here?”

“nice to see you too,” he said, brushing a hand through his wet hair and looking entirely too composed for someone who had just climbed up a window in the rain.

“no, seriously, what are you thinking?” you demanded, your eyes wide as you stared at him in disbelief. “you could’ve hurt yourself, or—” you glanced anxiously at the door. “my parents could’ve caught you! are you insane?”

jay held up his hands in surrender, his lips twitching into a small smile. “relax, okay? i’m fine. no scratches, no bruises. just a little wet.”

“a little?” you shot back, gesturing at the puddle forming beneath his shoes. “jay, you’re soaked! what if you slipped or—”

“hey, i’m fine,” he interrupted gently, stepping closer and placing his hands on your shoulders. his thumbs brushed against the fabric of your sweater, his touch firm but calming. “breathe. i promise i’m okay.”

you glared at him, but your worry got the better of you as your eyes scanned him for any sign of injury. he was fine, thankfully, but that didn’t make his stunt any less ridiculous.

“why are you here?” you asked, your voice softer now but no less bewildered. “it’s late, it’s raining, and—” you lowered your voice to a whisper. “you know how my parents are.”

jay’s lips tugged into a smile, but this one was smaller, almost shy. he reached up to scratch the back of his neck, his gaze flickering to the floor for a moment before he met your eyes again.

“i couldn’t sleep,” he admitted, his voice quieter now. “not after earlier. not after the way we left things.”

your heart clenched.

“jay…”

“i’m sorry,” he said quickly, stepping closer. his hands dropped from your shoulders to your waist, and his eyes were steady, sincere. “i’m so sorry. i shouldn’t have walked away like that. i shouldn’t have said half the things i did. you didn’t deserve that.”

you swallowed, your throat suddenly tight. “you didn’t either,” you murmured, guilt creeping into your voice.

jay shook his head. “it doesn’t matter. i just… i needed to fix this. to see you.”

you didn’t know what to say to that. his words hung heavy in the air, and despite your frustration, the warmth in your chest grew.

after a moment, jay shifted awkwardly, as if suddenly remembering how drenched he was. he rubbed the back of his neck again, glancing toward his hoodie pocket before looking back at you.

“also…” he started, his voice soft, almost hesitant. “i, uh, brought you something.”

you blinked, confused. “what?”

his hand slipped into his pocket, rummaging around for a second before he pulled something out. at first, you couldn’t tell what it was, but when he held it up, your breath hitched.

it was a familiar little tube.

“is that… my lip gloss?”

jay nodded, his lips curving into a small smile. “well, not yours. it’s the one you said you ran out of last week. figured you’d need it, so… i got you another.”

you stared at him, completely floored. “you climbed up my window… in the rain… for lip gloss?”

he winced slightly at your tone. “well, yeah. it’s your favorite shade, isn’t it?”

you didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. the absurdity of the situation was almost too much, but so was the fact that he remembered—a random little detail you’d mentioned in passing.

“you’re unbelievable,” you muttered, taking the tube from his hand.

“i know,” he said, his grin widening. “but you love me anyway.”

you rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips despite yourself. “don’t push it.”

jay chuckled, his hands finding your waist again as he pulled you closer. “i mean it, though,” he murmured, his voice softer now. “i’m sorry, y/n. for everything. i hate fighting with you.”

“i hate it too,” you admitted quietly.

he tilted his head, his gaze searching yours. “then let’s not do it anymore, okay? or at least, let’s not leave things like that again.”

you nodded, the sincerity in his voice making your chest ache. “deal.”

jay smiled, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours. “good. now, can i stay here until the rain stops, or are you kicking me out?”

you sighed, pretending to think. “depends. are you going to make a puddle on my floor the whole time?”

he laughed, the sound warm and familiar. “i’ll try not to.”

“fine,” you said, stepping back to grab a towel from your closet. “but if we get caught, you’re explaining yourself.”

“deal,” he said again, his grin teasing. “but for now, i’ll just enjoy being here with you.”

and as much as you wanted to stay annoyed, you couldn’t help but smile.

you tossed the towel at him, watching as he caught it with a grin that was entirely too proud. “dry off before you catch a cold, romeo,” you muttered, crossing your arms to feign annoyance, though the corners of your lips betrayed you.

he ruffled his hair with the towel, his wet strands sticking up in every direction. “romeo, huh? that’s new.”

“don’t get used to it,” you quipped, looking away, suddenly all too aware of how small the room felt with him standing so close.

he dropped the towel onto the chair behind him and stepped closer, his movements slow and deliberate. “you’re cute when you’re pretending to be mad at me,” he said softly, his voice dropping to that familiar, gentle tone that always made your heart skip.

“i’m not pretending,” you shot back, but the way your voice wavered betrayed you.

jay’s lips twitched into a smirk as his fingers brushed against your cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “yeah? then why’s your face turning red?”

your breath hitched, and you took a step back instinctively, bumping into the edge of your desk. “it’s not—i’m not—”

“shy, huh?” he teased, stepping even closer until there was barely any space between you. “you’re adorable, you know that?”

you looked down, your cheeks burning as you tried to hide the flustered smile tugging at your lips. “you’re insufferable,” you mumbled.

jay tilted your chin up gently, his thumb brushing along your jaw. “and you’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen.”

your breath caught, your eyes meeting his. there was something in his gaze—something soft and unyielding all at once. his sincerity was overwhelming, and you didn’t know what to do with it.

“jay…” you started, your voice barely a whisper.

“i mean it,” he interrupted, his hands settling on your waist, holding you as if you were something fragile. “you don’t even know, do you? how perfect you are. how lucky i am.”

you swallowed hard, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it. “stop it,” you murmured, trying to look away again, but his hand cupped your cheek, keeping your eyes on him.

“why?” he asked, his tone soft but teasing. “am i making you shy again?”

“you’re so annoying,” you muttered, though your voice had no real bite to it.

“and yet, you love me,” he said with a grin, leaning in so close you could feel the warmth of his breath against your lips.

your protests died in your throat as he closed the distance, his lips brushing yours in the gentlest, most tender kiss. it was slow, deliberate, as if he was trying to tell you everything he couldn’t put into words. his hands stayed steady on your waist, grounding you in the moment, while yours hesitated before finally resting against his chest.

when he pulled back just slightly, his forehead pressed against yours, you could still feel the warmth of his lips lingering on yours. “i’m sorry for making you upset,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the rain tapping against the window.

your chest tightened, the weight of his sincerity hitting you all at once. “i forgive you,” you whispered back. “but you’re still crazy for climbing up here like that.”

jay chuckled softly, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “what can i say? you’re worth the risk.”

you rolled your eyes, though the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you. “you’re impossible.”

“and you’re everything,” he murmured, kissing you again, this time with a little more certainty.

you melted into him, the world outside fading away as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer. for a moment, nothing else mattered—not the rain, not the argument, not even the fear of getting caught. it was just him.

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[eunandonly]

౨ৎ — ni-ki dating idol you

idol!ni-ki x fem. reader | things ni-ki do when he’s dating you as an idol

genre: fluff, est. relationship | wc. 0.6k ♡ a/n: this was a request but i accidentally deleted it helppp. to the anonnie who requested this: i hope you enjoy!

when ni-ki first saw you whilst passing by at a music show, he was SHOCKED.

he couldn’t believe anyone could be this attractive.

let me tell you, he was trying to find a way to impress you without: a. having to talk with you, b. having to meet your eyes and c. being close to you. — more under cut!

he didn’t have to worry. you were into him as soon as you saw his performance.

you were the one who asked him out because he was lowkey too scared (he’d never admit that)

you have no regrets ^^

ni-ki likes to post little things of you on weverse - never enough to let others know your identity but enough to let them know that he has a special someone.

he probably posts mostly blurry empty frames where a bit of your long hair is in shot, or a picture of you two holding hands together.

ni-ki has caused some conversation within his fan base because he’s always wearing your hair tie on his wrist.

it’s sprayed with your perfume and he brings it around EVERYWHERE

ni-ki loves it when you two have a dance challenge together - but he always ends up getting distracted by you and just stares at you dancing whilst wondering how the hell he got so lucky.

ni-ki calls you every night just to hear your voice. he loves falling asleep to your singing.

he’s probably such a menace on twitter holy shit. he argues with your antis and comes crying to you when he gets doxxed.

ni-ki always goes to your concerts to watch you perform, and he knows you recognize him. he gets so excited when you look at him in the eye.

he walks by your waiting room at music bank on purpose in hopes to see you in the halls. (he pretends he’s never walked past.)

ni-ki loves playing games with you during the night on call. he says he’ll win but you end up carrying his ass.

ni-ki is often the person recording your vlogs for you, watching you fondly as you talk to the camera about your day.

he talks about you to his fans A LOT. he thinks he’s being smooth with it but lets be so fr. everyone knows he’s at least got a little crush on you.

people always wonder what music ni-ki listens to with his iconic marshall headphones. the answer? your songs. you songs on loop. all. day. long.

ni-ki loves lending you his hoodies, he thinks you just look so cute in them. you sometimes wear them in your lives, which has caused some words to spread.

ni-ki is always the first one to know if you change your hair colour, and you always know first when he changes his.

ni-ki probably gets so nervous when you get stage outfits that don’t look secure. he’s more worried about your wardrobe malfunction than you.

if he gets a seat close to you in award shows, ni-ki is in heaven. he’s experiencing intense euphoria. what do you mean he gets to stare at the back of your head for hours?

ni-ki’s phone wallpaper is a picture of you, a photo he took himself when you two were out on a rare date amidst both of your busy schedules.

he pretends he isn’t thinking about you every second of the day, but really you’re all he can think about.

ni-ki’s head over heels for you lets be fr.