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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSURPRISE PARTY TOUR: LA'S, THE PUPPY CITY * MATT STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　Where at the Los Angeles show of the Surprise Party Tour, Chris not only surprises Matt with the presence of Y/N but also with a new small addition to the family.

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　Matt being a dog parent 🥺🙏🏻.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

The bell over the door gave a soft jingle as Chris pushed it open, the metal frame rattling lightly against the glass. A breath of lemon-scented air wrapped around them immediately. It felt clean, a little sweet, with a subtle, milky smell that could only ever mean one thing: puppies.

Chris stopped just inside the door, his hand tightening around his phone, already recording. His screen caught Y/N stepping in first, the sleeves of her soft beige hoodie crumpled inside her tight fingers like she always did when she was nervous or excited - honestly, with her, it was usually both at once.

"Alright." Chris said quietly behind the camera, his voice almost swallowed up by the soft hum of the lobby. "We’re really doing this, huh?"

Y/N shot a small, crooked smile over her shoulder before turning back to their front. She looked around the lobby slowly, taking it all in, the neatly organized shelves of treats and toys, the bulletin board cluttered with colorful flyers and Polaroids, the little potted plants trying their best to survive on the windowsill.

It felt so alive here. Safe. Somewhere you could exhale without even realizing you'd been holding your breath.

Behind the front counter, a woman glanced up from a stack of paperwork, pushing her glasses higher on her nose. She was older, maybe in her fifties, with gray-streaked hair pulled into a messy braid and kind, smile-lined eyes. She set her pen down and stood, smoothing her hands down the front of her jeans.

"Hi there." Y/N said, stepping closer to the counter. Her voice was soft, full with that warm kind of politeness she always carried. "Are you Veronica?"

The woman’s whole face brightened. She rounded the counter with an easy, open smile that made Y/N open her own wide and pearly one.

"That’s me." She said warmly. "And you must be Y/N. You called about the puppies, right?"

Y/N nodded, the tension in her shoulders loosening visibly.

"Yes. And this is Chris." She added, glancing back at him. "He’s Matt’s brother. The one we’re surprising."

Chris gave a half-wave, the corners of his mouth tugging up into a grin. Veronica’s smile widened like she could feel the expectations echoing around them.

"Well, you picked a perfect day." She said, motioning them forward. "Come on back. We’ve got a lot of little ones eager to meet you."

She unlatched a small swinging door next to the counter, and Y/N slipped through first, Chris following close behind, lifting his phone to catch every second.

The hallway was narrow, lined with colorful paintings of dogs and cats, and the faint sound of barking echoed down the corridor. Veronica led the way with easy steps that told them about the years spent in places like this.

"We’ve got a few litters in right now." She said as they walked, her voice low and steady. "Some purebreds, mostly mixes. All around two to four months old. A couple of rescues, some surrenders. They’re all looking for someone to love them."

Y/N listened with her whole body. You could almost see every word soaking in through her skin. She glanced at the little nameplates on the walls, the photos of dogs with their 'gotcha day' dates scribbled underneath in bright marker.

Chris tilted the camera to catch them both.

"She’s about to cry, and we haven’t even seen them yet." He whispered with a soft laugh that he didn’t bother hiding.

Y/N elbowed him gently, her cheeks warming, but she didn’t deny it.

Veronica slowed as they reached a thick, heavy door at the end of the hall. She rested her hand on the handle, looking back at them with a small, knowing smile.

"Just a heads up." She started. "It’s... a lot. But in the best way."

Y/N nodded, practically vibrating with so much joy that made Chris’s throat feel a little tight.

Veronica pushed open the door, and the sound hit them like a wave.

Not too loud.

Not overwhelming.

Just tiny barks. High-pitched yips. The soft whimpering of baby dogs desperate for attention.

The room was huge, warm, and alive.

Colorful pens lined the walls and clustered in the middle, each one a little world of its own. Puppies tumbled over each other, tails wagging furiously, tiny paws slipping on the polished floor. Some barked for attention, others yawned and dozed, some sat solemnly watching as if judging whether the visitors were worthy.

Y/N froze in the doorway, her hand flying to her mouth.

"Oh my." She whispered, her voice cracking slightly.

Chris lowered the camera just a little, blue eyes widening, trying to absorb everything he was seeing.

"I’m not ready." She said in a half-laugh, half-sob kind of way, looking at the camera before traveling up to Chris's eyes.

Chris grinned, shrugging.

"You've been talking about this to me for months." He playfully rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you are ready."

They moved slowly into the room.

Puppies cried out from every direction, tiny paws scratching at the metal gates, little noses pressing eagerly against the bars.

Everywhere they looked had floppy ears, wagging tails, big hopeful eyes.

Y/N dropped to her knees by the first pen, offering her fingers through the bars. A tiny golden retriever mix immediately pounced, licking her hand with wild, uncoordinated enthusiasm.

"Hi, baby." Y/N cooed, her voice trembling a little

Chris crouched beside her, filming the way the puppy nipped at her hoodie strings and the way her laugh broke through, high and light and a little watery.

Veronica walked them slowly through the room, pausing now and then to tell them each puppy’s name, their little backstories.

"This is Millie. She’s a husky mix. Lots of energy, super smart... And that’s Bruno, he’s shy at first but a total cuddlebug once he knows you..."

Y/N knelt by every pen, meeting every puppy like they were the only one in the room. She spoke to them softly, let them sniff her hands, and gave every single one a piece of her heart.

Chris kept filming, but there was a lump in his throat now, heavy and thick. He could already see it happening. The way Matt’s posture would break when he saw.

The way this tiny new life would change their whole lives.

They were almost at the end of the room when a small sound caught Y/N’s attention, a soft, hoarse little bark, almost like a question.

She turned instinctively, eyes scanning, and there he was.

Tucked into a small pen near the back, almost hidden away, was a tiny pug, barely bigger than a loaf of bread, with oversized paws and huge, round eyes.

He blinked up at her, wobbled toward the gate on unsteady legs, and let out another bark, louder this time, more certain.

Y/N’s whole body went still.

"Oh." She whispered, her hand flying to her chest.

But it wasn’t the overwhelmed kind of 'oh' from before. It was different now.

She moved without thinking, sinking to the floor in front of his pen. The little pug pressed his smooshy face against the bars, pawing at the air desperately until Y/N slid her hand inside.

The moment her fingers brushed his fur, he let out a happy, high-pitched whimper and collapsed into her hand like he’d been waiting for her all along.

Chris lowered the phone slightly, laughing almost breathlessly.

"Oh my God, it's Matt's stuffed pug."

"This is him." Y/N said, her voice breaking on a whisper, ignoring his reference to Mr. Wrinkleton. "Chris, it’s him."

Chris crouched down beside her, his lips forming a smile. He looked at the tiny pug clambering over himself to get closer to her, his little tail wagging so hard it made his whole body wobble.

Yeah.

This was it.

Veronica knelt beside them, her smile gentle.

"He’s three months old." She said softly. "Had a rough start, but he’s healthy now. He’s gonna be somebody’s whole world."

"Our. Our own world." Silent tears slipped down Y/N´s cheeks as she cradled the tiny pug’s squirming body against her chest.

Chris lifted his phone again, filming as Y/N pressed a kiss to the pug’s soft paw.

"Welcome to the family, little dude." He whispered.

Y/N looked up at him, her arms wrapped protectively around the tiny bundle of fur, her whole face shining with something so pure it almost hurt to look at.

"Matt’s gonna lose his mind." He said, laughing at her reaction.

Y/N laughed, too, blinking hard.

"Yeah." She said. "In the best way."

The little pug yawned, his tiny body going limp against Y/N’s hoodie, safe and small and finally, finally home.

The big screen glitched.

Just for a split second, barely even a breath, but it was enough to make every single person in the theater sit up a little straighter.

The giant screen flickered, snapping out of its still state before huge white letters, sprawled loud and proud across it.

'SURPRISE'

The noise was instant.

It rose so fast it felt like the theater itself trembled with the force of it, a full-body, head-to-toe rush of screams and gasps and insane, joyful chaos.

And then the countdown appeared.

Big, chunky numbers.

5... 4... 3... 2... 1...

The entire theater vibrated.

And then there he was.

Chris.

Right there, filling up the screen, standing in front of a camera, looking dead into it while adjusting the knot of his tie with both hands.

Screams echoed louder than before, paired with bodies jumping out of seats like they had been electrocuted.

Chris just smiled his cheeky half-smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes and made everything else blur a little.

He stood up from the orange couch on the right side of the stage, the one where he’d been sitting shoulder to shoulder with Matt, grabbing the mic that had been resting between them.

The noise, if it was even possible, got louder.

Chris shot a quick look at the crowd, like seriously?, lifting his brows and laughing under his breath, but you could see the way his whole face lit up.

He loved it.

Still laughing, he shoved his free hand into the pocket of his hoodie and walked across the stage, his black Converse scuffing softly against the dark wood.

He turned toward one of the big wooden shelves that were part of the stage set and paused, throwing a quick glance back at the crowd, lifting the mic to his mouth

"Okay." Chris started, his voice crackling a little through the speakers because people wouldn’t stop cheering. He laughed again, boyish and bright. "For this surprise..." He paused, letting it hang in the air just long enough to make people collectively calm down. "I need you guys to chill, okay?"

The crowd didn’t exactly obey - because honestly, how could they? - but the volume did dip, a little.

Chris rolled his eyes dramatically, turning away from them and toward the wooden cabinet door in front of him.

He wiggled his fingers at it like he was about to do a magic trick, smiling so hard you could practically feel it.

Meanwhile, Matt and Nick were already on the left couch, explaining the dynamics of the live broadcast channel and the hint Chris was going to show to the public.

"Alright." Chris huffed out, laughing through his nose like he couldn't believe he - and Y/N - were really about to do this.

Well, they already did it anyway.

His fingers wrapped around the cool metal handle of the cabinet door and pulled it open.

The tiny little squeak the hinges made was almost swallowed by the mutters of excitement echoing across the theater. He reached inside, his arm disappearing into the dark cabinet before pulling his hand back out slowly.

When he turned around, he had something small and squishy clutched in his hand.

The cabinet clicked shut behind him as he made his way back toward the couches, stopping in front of his brothers, holding the thing up.

For a second, Matt squinted at it, confused.

And then his face changed.

"Wait-" Matt leaned forward, hands shooting out to grab it. "Dude! Mr. Wrinkleton?!"

The theater straight-up erupted.

A loud, messy mix of laughter and cheers filled the air.

Matt cradled the stuffed pug against his chest like it was a living, breathing thing. His brows furrowed, all dramatic.

"How- how did you even-" He started, mouth hanging open a little. He shook Mr. Wrinkleton gently, like that was gonna shake an answer out of the poor plushie. "I swear I left him at home! I didn’t pack him!"

Chris just shrugged, doing that thing where he tried way too hard not to laugh, but his whole face was twitching.

Nick was already cracking up on the couch beside Matt, throwing his head back like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

"Chris, did you sneak into your bag?!" He asked into his mic.

Chris just threw his hands up all innocent-like, backing up a little.

"Well, obviously." He said, grin stretching wider.

Nick leaned forward, still laughing, grabbing his own mic tighter.

"Okay, wait, wait. So what, you went to those stuffed animals stores and bought a whole lot of it?" He asked, frowning at the pug.

"Yeah, like..." Matt shook Mr. Wrinkleton in the air again, pointing at him. "Build your bear or something."

Chris gave them both a deadpan look, crossing his arms over his cotton jacket.

"Wrong. Both wrong." He said, voice dripping with fake disappointment. "And Y/N would kill me if I bought more stuffed animals."

The audience cackled.

Without warning, Chris stepped forward and snatched Mr. Wrinkleton right back out of Matt's hands, ignoring his loud "Hey, he's mine!" protest.

"Sorry, bud. He's part of the surprise." Chris said, tossing a wink at the crowd.

He walked away before either of them could argue, crossing the stage to the opposite couch, lowering himself onto the cushion, sitting Mr. Wrinkleton against his chest.

And even though he was trying his hardest to act normal, to play it cool, he definitely didn't look over to where Y/N was sitting offstage.

Not even a glance.

Okay, he peeked once. Real quick. But it didn’t count.

He pulled his gaze back to the audience, clearing his throat into the mic.

"Okay." He said, leaning forward a little. "I need you guys to really, and I mean really pay attention to this surprise, okay? No screaming. Just... watch."

The theater actually settled. Not all the way, but the noise dropped down to a quiet murmur. A few people were still whispering excitedly, phones clutched so tight in their hands that it looked like they might actually snap in half.

Chris turned back toward the giant screen, rubbing his palms over his knees once before looking up.

"Well." He said into the mic, voice a little softer now. "Let's see what I did."

The video started.

It didn’t come with any fanfare or intro, which already made it so different from the slow builds Matt and Nick did for theirs.

The first thing they all saw was the little bell above the door, giving a tiny jingle as Chris pushed it open. The metal frame rattled against the glass, a little shaky from his hand being just barely too excited.

Chris must've turned his phone a little, revealing Y/N stepping into frame.

And you could literally hear the collective reaction in the room. A few people gasped softly, immediately putting their hands to their mouths, excited whispers of Y/N's name carrying around the theater.

Matt’s whole body jerked upright, eyes going round as coins, traveling from the screen to Chris and back again.

"Y/N? What-"

She was tugging the sleeves of her hoodie over her hands, all tucked in and shy, just like she always did when she was either excited out of her mind or on the verge of jumping out of her skin.

Behind the camera, you could hear Chris’s voice, low and soft, kind of laughing under his breath like he couldn’t believe they were actually doing whatever they were doing.

"Alright." He said, his tone so full of his excitement it filled up the whole living room and made Matt and Nick instinctively smile. "We’re really doing this, huh?"

Y/N shot a crooked little smile over her shoulder at him and then turned back toward the front of the store.

Video-Chris moved his phone in a way that the camera registered the shelves lined neatly with treats and toys, the bulletin board overloaded with colorful flyers and Polaroids of grinning pets, the half-dead potted plants on the windowsill.

Back on the couch, Matt’s mouth fell open a little, slow realization crossing his face, his occupied hand moving his mic close to his lips.

"Chris... is this a-?" Then blinked hard and answered himself in a sudden, hushed rush. "That's a dog place. Dude, it's a dog place."

Nick, looking equally bewildered but not yet putting two and two together, yelled back.

"What's happening?!"

On the screen, behind the front counter, an older woman lifted her head from a stack of paperwork. She pushed her glasses up her nose, eyes warm and crinkling at the corners. Her gray-streaked braid swung over her shoulder as she stood.

"Hi there." Y/N said, stepping closer to the counter.

Her voice was soft, careful but open, the way she used to talk when she's trying really hard to get it right because it matters.

Chris’s phone camera caught the way her fingers twisted the fabric of her hoodie, nerves leaking out even though her smile stayed steady.

"Are you Veronica?" She asked.

The woman’s face lit up instantly, like Y/N had flipped a switch.

Veronica rounded the counter with this easy energy that made you want to trust her instantly.

"That’s me." She said warmly, a little laugh in her voice. "And you must be Y/N. You called about the puppies, right?"

Puppies.

The word dropped into the room like a tiny, adorable bomb.

A whole new ripple of gasps and low "oh my god's" ran through the audience. Matt slapped a hand over his own mouth so fast it made a little smacking noise, his eyes widening more - if that was even possible.

Nick just shook his head slowly, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, jaw dropped low.

Back on the right couch, Chris could feel everyone's eyes on him, the glances bouncing between him and the screen like they were all trying to process the serotonin overload.

Nick was the first to react.

"Wait-" He half-shouted into his mic. "You both spent a day with puppies or-?"

Matt was still staring at the screen, eyebrows drawn so hard together that they were practically touching.

Chris just leaned back a little, smirking at them all.

"I told you to pay attention." He said lightly, voice all mischievous.

The video continued playing, but no one really moved.

Backstage was dark. There was a warm golden light cast over everything from the stage beyond the thick curtains, but none of it quite touched where Y/N stood.

She was tucked into the far-left side of the stage, just behind where Matt and Nick were seated, hidden.

Perfectly hidden.

The kind of hidden where her heart could race freely and her hands could clutch the hem of her hoodie without anyone seeing her do it - the fabric was soft beneath her fingers, already wrinkled from how much she’d been fidgeting.

She stared at the stage, catching a glimpse of the big screen showing the video that had just started to roll, the one that had captured her and Chris walking into the puppy shelter weeks ago.

But her eyes weren’t on herself, though.

They were locked - utterly glued - to Matt on the flat screen across the stage.

His mouth was parted slightly in that unguarded way he had when he was surprised or deeply focused. His eyes were wide. Shiny. And every couple of seconds, he’d glance away from the screen, flicking his gaze through the crowd like maybe, maybe, he would find her in between their fans.

It was like he could feel her there.

But it wasn't possible, right? She was back home, waiting for them.

For him.

Y/N’s heart swelled, aching in the best, most ridiculous way. Her cheeks were already warm, and she hadn’t even stepped out yet.

On the screen, Chris's voice played softly through the speakers.

"Alright. We’re really doing this, huh?"

Y/N saw Matt’s brow pull in just slightly. And then his lips tugged up.

She was just barely biting her bottom lip when a soft touch on her shoulder made her jump.

She spun around, heart flying into her throat, but it was just Paula with her extravagant clothes, her headset half on, and her big knowing smile. But it wasn’t her smile that Y/N noticed.

It was him.

A squirming, snuffling, snorting little ball of cinnamon-colored fuzz, wrapped in Paula's arms.

Y/N’s eyes went immediately huge.

Her hands shot out, palms opening like some instinctual reflex she couldn’t fight. Paula laughed, handing over the pug puppy with the most care in the world. He squeaked once, then buried his little wet nose into Y/N’s chest the second she cradled him.

"Thank you... thank you so much." She whispered to Paula, though she never looked away from the tiny dog. Her nose pressed to his squishy head, eyes fluttering closed as she kissed him once, twice, three times. "Hi, my little love." She cooed, arms wrapping tighter around the warm, wiggly ball of fur. "Are you ready to meet your daddy?"

The puppy responded with a tiny sneeze and then a soft whimper, tucking even deeper into the safety of her hoodie. Y/N smiled, pulling the fabric higher around him, her lips brushing his ears as she rocked him lightly.

Across the stage, just barely in her peripheral, she caught movement.

Chris.

He didn’t wave or speak - obviously, but the small, subtle flick of his chin down, then toward the curtain, was enough.

Her cue.

She swallowed.

Her throat was tight, voice stuck somewhere behind her ribs. But she took one long, quiet inhale through her nose, then let it out through parted lips.

Her legs moved before her brain even fully caught up. Her boots were soft on the stage floor as she walked around the edge of the curtain and into the glow.

Her eyes flicked playfully to a group of fans who noticed her first and gasped. She gave them a small shake of her head and a smile and then looked down at the puppy still trying to climb her like she was a mountain.

"Shhh." She whispered to him, lips brushing his head again. "You’re okay, baby. We’re almost there."

His little paws dug softly at her chest, whining quietly with the new lights and noises, but Y/N just chuckled and kissed him again.

"We’re gonna get your daddy, okay? One sec."

She walked along the center of the stage slowly, looking at the crowd and lifting her right hand gently, pressing her index finger to her lips, until she reached the back of the left couch.

Matt’s back was still turned.

He was leaning forward a bit, fully focused on the final moments of the video. His fingers were twitching a little on his knee. Nick was watching too, his mouth still slightly open, clearly trying to process the whole thing.

"Matt’s gonna lose his mind." Chris’s voice said on screen, laughing.

Y/N’s laugh echoed faintly from the video. And then her voice echoed.

"Yeah. In the best way."

The screen faded to black.

"I'm so fucking confused right-" Matt turned toward Nick just a little, hand holding his mic to his lips, when something interrupted him.

A whine.

Right behind him.

Matt blinked. Froze. His body stiffened as he slowly turned toward the sound, eyebrows pulling in, lips slightly parted in confusion.

And then his entire world stopped.

Because there she was.

Y/N, who was supposed to be at home after a day full of classes.

Standing just behind him.

With a puppy cradled in her arms like he was something precious and sacred and just... perfect.

The little thing let out another soft yip, paws twitching.

Matt didn’t move for half a second.

And then everything hit him all at once.

His mic fell to the cushions with a soft thump as he stood so fast the couch shifted slightly under Nick. His blue eyes were huge, glassy, locked on her, and the tiny dog in her arms. He looked from her face to the puppy and back again like he couldn’t believe either were real.

Nick was still sitting, mouth wide.

"A dog?! What the fuck?" He yelled into the mic, which made the crowd laugh, breaking the silence.

But Matt didn’t react. Not to Nick. Not to the crowd. Not to anything.

His feet moved, and he rounded the couch as fast as his wobbling legs could. He didn’t stop until he was right in front of her, his bottom lip trembling so hard it visibly shook.

Y/N didn’t speak. She just looked at him. Heart bursting. Face soft and eyes full of tears she was barely keeping in. Her smile trembled, her arms slightly lowering the tiny pug toward him.

And Matt- God.

He reached out like he’d never touched anything so gently in his life.

His hands came around the puppy, scooping him carefully, protectively. His fingers curled around his soft belly, bringing him to his chest, and Matt immediately bent his head, pressing his nose to the pup’s warm, wriggling body.

The crowd around them had started to whisper, a few quiet "awws" spreading like waves, people lifting their phones to capture it.

Y/N stepped closer. Her hands dropped to Matt’s right hip, fingertips ghosting over the fabric of his denim jacket, grounding herself in him.

Matt breathed. He breathed like he’d been holding it in for years. The puppy let out a soft grunt, and Matt kissed the top of his head, nuzzling his nose into his fur.

"I-" Matt’s voice cracked. He pulled the puppy tighter. "Fuck- I love you. I love you so much already, little guy."

His voice was so emotional, so raw and wrecked and overwhelmed that it made Y/N’s eyes sting even more.

"You’re mine now, yeah?" He whispered, pressing another kiss to his tiny wrinkled head, raising his eyes to meet Y/N's, waiting for some sort of confirmation that came as a nod. "Ours."

Y/N let out a soft laugh, her hand smoothing over Matt’s back before sliding up to gently stroke the puppy’s little ear.

"You’re gonna be the best dog owner." She whispered.

Matt looked at her again. His eyes were wet.

Really wet.

And full of every bit of love he could show.

And then Chris approached from the side, his mic still in his hand but lowered. He walked up slowly, looking from Matt to the puppy and then to Y/N.

He caught her eye, lifted his right hand, and closed it gently into a fist.

Y/N let out a shaky laugh, eyes still glassy as she lifted her own and gently bumped her knuckles against his.

Nick was the next to move, craning his neck and squinting behind the couch.

"This is insane." He stared between them and then turned to the audience. “They hid a puppy from us." He said, stunned, pointing to Matt, who was now just silently smiling down at the pug in his arms like he had found the meaning of life. "A whole entire puppy. From us."

The audience laughed, all warm and emotional, several people visibly wiping their eyes. Nick shook his head and looked back at Matt, softening when he saw how wrecked his brother looked.

"Matt..." He said into his mic. "They literally just made your whole world."

Matt just nodded slowly, that water-logged grin barely leaving his face, whispering something to the pug about how tiny his paws were as the little guy curled tighter into his jacket.

Chris stepped a little closer to him, lifting the mic.

"So..." He said, all playful but still gentle. "Did you like the surprise?"

Matt glanced at him, then at the crowd, then finally looked to Y/N. His gaze softened even more. He reached his arm out, grabbing her hand and pulling her gently against his side.

"I guess..." He said into the mic, voice low and smile cracking wide. "We’re dog parents now."

The entire crowd erupted in screams and laughter. Y/N laughed quietly against Matt’s side as he covered the puppy’s ears instinctively with the noises, kissing Y/N’s temple with one hand still pressed gently over the pug’s head.

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jakesimfromstatefarm · 10 hours ago

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──── YOU'RE HERE, THAT'S ENOUGH . ↳ one shot // also part of the no doubt series !

✎ᝰ .ᐟ aka jake's late, you order for your own drink for once, and now he owes you his life.

── sim jaeyun x f!reader ౨ৎ wc. 866 ⌗ pure fluff, jake is so self-panic-inducing, mentions of breaking up, mentions of jake abt to jump out a window . he's just a simp at the end of the day .

↳ IMPORTANT NOTE .ᐟ ── this is part of my no doubt series ─ a sequel series of short drabbles that take place after the events of my fic no doubt, and show jake & reader's relationship throughout their first year together (& how jake wins her trust & love back hehe) ── THIS CAN BE READ AS A ONE-SHOT, however, there will be some easter eggs if you've read no doubt before!

↳ addie's ✉ .ᐟ ── hehe another cutesy one. im excited for the next one everyone pls buckle up...i almost kinda feel bad for jake here this poor guy just lives life on the verge of panic every day. am i evil for this? sorry jakey <3

Jake is sprinting.

Not fast-walking. Not lightly jogging.

Jake is in full-on, Olympic-level, life-or-death sprint through the streets.

His bag is slapping his side. His hoodie is slipping off his shoulder. His lungs are screaming. And he’s probably sweating more now than he did during the entire extra hour of dance practice that made him late in the first place.

And still—he’s pretty sure he’s still not moving fast enough.

His phone is glued to his palm, screen still open to the frantic texts to you:

jake (6:32PM): baby im so so so sorry practice is running over i swear im leaving soon PLEASE dont hate me

jake (6:41PM): im literally dying to be there pls give me 10 minutes max i promise

jake (6:47PM): oh my god im running now im literally sprinting my lungs are collapsing hold on

jake (6:50PM): please still be there please please please

Jake nearly crashes into the café door.

He bursts in, chest heaving, heart racing, vision tunneling. His eyes dart around the café, already mentally preparing the most desperate apology of his life—

And then he sees you.

There you are. Sitting by the window like something out of a postcard. Sipping your iced peach latte. Typing away on your laptop like nothing’s wrong.

Jake’s lungs fully give out.

He practically trips over his own two feet, words spilling out before he’s even fully made it to you.

“I am—so sorry,” he gasps, hands bracing himself against the table, his bag fully falling to his side now, his entire image disheveled. “I—I—oh my god—I messed up, I know—”

You blink up, startled.

“Jake—”

“I swear I left as soon as I could, I was literally ready to bolt over, but then we had to go over the choreo one more time and—” he cuts himself off to breathe, huffing in frustration, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair. “I swear I was ready to jump out the window to get here faster and I know I should’ve managed my time better and I shou—”

“Sim Jaeyun.”

Jake’s mouth snaps shut.

You tilt your head, your eyes soft as you look up at your boyfriend.

“Sit.”

He does. Immediately. Like an obedient golden retriever.

“Breathe.”

“Trying.”

You gently push an untouched iced Americano towards him, “I ordered for you.”

Jake looks down at the drink. Then back at you.

“Wait, you ordered? Like you spoke to the cashi—wait. You’re not mad?”

“Nope.”

“Not even…like, a little mad?”

“You sound like you want me to be.”

Jake lets out a sound that’s equal parts relief and self-deprecating, “Well, definitely not, but I’m late. To our date.”

You casually take a sip of your latte, your gaze still soft on him, “Jake. You told me what was happening, you ran here like an insane person, and now you’re looking at me with those eyes you do that makes you look like a kicked puppy. Why would I be upset?”

Jake blinks.

You’re not mad. You’re here.

Still here.

Still you.

Looking at him with nothing but patience and understanding.

And Jake feels something deep and warm settle into his bones.

Jake just stares at you for a full solid second until finally—

“Oh my god,” he collapses onto the table, face-planting into his arms. “You’re actually an angel. I don’t deserve you.”

You break out into a fit of giggles, “Okay, that’s a little dramatic.”

“No, like—” he lifts his head just enough to look at you with big, defeated eyes. “I thought I ruined it.”

“You didn’t.”

“I thought you were gonna break up with me.”

“I wasn’t.”

“I thought I’d walk in here and you’d be gone and I’d have to get on my knees at your front door and beg for my life back.”

“…Did you eat lunch today?”

Jake ignores that.

“I just—” He grabs your hand across the table. His voice drops into something low, something sincere. “I don’t want you to think I’m not trying. Or that you’re not a priority.”

Your face softens, “I know I am. And you are trying, Jake. Like, so hard. I see it. You don’t have to prove yourself to me every second of the day.”

Jake swallows.

“I appreciate you, Jakey—” you squeeze his hand, “—a lot. And I’m just happy you’re here.”

Jake lets out a breathless laugh, feeling suddenly light again. He lifts your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles—once, twice, like he needs to (he does).

“Okay,” he breathes, lips still brushing your skin. “Okay. But just so you know—I am still making it up to you.”

You raise a brow, smiling, “Oh?”

“Yup,” Jake grins, flipping your hand over to press another kiss to your palm. “Whatever you want. I feel bad you had to order our drinks by yourself, I know you hate that.”

You laugh, rolling your eyes, “That’s true. I hate talking to cashiers.”

“Don’t worry, baby.” Another kiss. “I’ll make sure you never have to talk to one ever again for the rest of your life.”

“You’re actually ridiculous, Sim Jaeyun,” you smile, cheeks warm.

“Mmhm,” he mumbles before countering immediately—

“And you’re perfect.”

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engenlvr · 8 hours ago

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some random girl | alexia putellas

summary : you go to test alexia and she fails miserably

tags + a/n : age gap, implied smut, downbad!alexia, spelling mistakes cause this was rushed, i don’t think there’s anymore to add but idk. anyway a quick little fic while i finish my other one. also two posts in less than a week who am i

word count : 1k

everyone knew that alexia didn’t have a huge social media presence.

if she posted it would always be about club or country, the world barely saw alexia do a media dump and when she did the they went crazy. you’ve been begging alexia to post more ever since you met her but still nothing.

the two of you never posted a picture together so when the fans thought you two were together it was all speculation. either from a picture of you at one of barcelona’s games but you were never seen talking to her only some of the younger girls.

you’d post a story on instagram of the two of you but it would be your hands or a picture of you guys standing next to each other waist down.

and alexia well there was only one post of you that she tagged you in and that was when you first became friends other than that she’d post what like a picture of your hand that’s it.

what you and alexia posted was enough for them to speculate but not nothing concrete.

you guys were careful cause well alexia could be paranoid cause she knew what her fans were like. if you guys went out it was in the parts of barcelona that people didn’t really know about unless they were locals.

after being together for a while you both decided that if one of you wanted to post the other they could. at first you thought a soft launch would be perfect. drive the fans crazy a little seeing as nothing could make them say that it was alexia confidently.

but when you saw the new tiktok trend you just had to do it with her, skip the soft launch you started and skip right to the hard launch.

everything was set up, phone on alexia’s kitchen counter all you needed was for her to come back from training. when you heard the familiar sound of door opening followed by the sound of a her bag being thrown to the floor you knew it was her and that it was time.

“ale baby, come here for a second”

she didn’t reply but the sound of her footsteps becoming louder was confirmation enough and soon enough her figure appeared.

the second you could see she was in the frame you knew it was time.

“think fast i’m some random girl” rushing out the words as quickly as possible before throwing yourself at her. placing your lips on hers in hopes that she push you away or something literally anything.

she done the opposite, in fact she pulled you closer deepening the kiss. making you forget about the video completely. her hand went under your thighs lifting you up from the ground and placing you on her kitchen island.

it wasn’t until she moved from kissing your lips to your neck that you remembered only cause the camera was in your eyesight again. the kiss almost made you forget again but you pushed through the pleasure you were feeling.

her kissing your almost made you want to forget about it “ale—alexia, you were meant to push me away” trying to sound as angry as possible but failed as you laughed and well you could never be mad at her.

“mhm, okay”

that was her only response before getting back to it.

in all honestly it didn’t even seem like she fully heard what you said, she saw you come towards her to kiss her and then the kiss was all that was on her mind. making her forget what you said immediately.

you tried hard to push her away but she only held on tighter.

“i’m serious”

she pulled away “you think that when i have an opportunity to kiss you i wouldn’t take it.”

“but you heard what i said and ignored it so you failed”

“amor, all i saw was that you were going to kiss me and i’m not saying no to that. and am i really failing if i got to kiss you”

you looked at her for a second, taking in her appearance. hair still damp from her shower, a pair of shorts that did her justice and simple top that you swore she made look designer with how good she looked in it.

but now all you could think about was kissing her.

placing you’re hand on her cheeks as you pulled her in for another kiss that was ten times more needy that the last. you felt her hand tug at you’re shirt which you gladly took off and her soon following suit.

your hands now in her hair tugging at her roots each time she’d kiss you with more desperation. she slowly made her way down between your legs, placing kisses on the way.

you threw your head back already anticipating the pleasure that you were about to feel, and just when she was about to touch you where you needed it most. you remembered.

you remember about the camera set up on the counter and how this couldn’t be posted if you let her continue.

you pushed her away from you causing her to groan in annoyance, hoping down from the counter to grab your phone and turn it off. before talking alexia’s hand and going to her bedroom to finish want you started.

you didn’t post the tiktok till a day later. and it was safe to say it was a hit getting over a million views in an hour. the comment made you laugh. you haven’t even told alexia that you were posting it not really caring about what would happen afterwards, and to be fair she did say you could post whatever of the two of you now.

wosofc : people called me crazy for thinking that we’re together but i was right

ellie : alexia i don’t blame you if she was my gf i’d be the same

vickyyylopezzz._ : tell me how you get alexia to do tiktok’s with you now

vickyyylopezzz._ : i’ve been begging her to do a tiktok for a while and this was not what i meant i’m now scarred for life now

barcafem4life : omg i’m never gonna shut up about this

steph : how did you get alexia to do this. she barely had any social media presence and now this

kat : i don’t know who i want to be more

janafernandez3 : i’m coming over we’re doing a tiktok right now

alexiasgf : this is the hardest soft launch i have ever seen it’s like she ditched it completely and was like alexia’s my girl and i’m gonna show the world and i don’t blame her.

the next day at training alexia didn’t hear the end of it as the team especially the youngsters wouldn’t stop teasing her. when they first talked about it she was beyond confused and then they showed her the video and the all teasing made sense. this definitely wasn’t the alexia they knew.

all alexia knew was that they wouldn’t shut up about it for a while but it was worth it if you were happy.

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crazy4eky · 3 days ago

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Lover

⋆˚࿔ warnings: nothing really but use of (Y/N)

⋆˚࿔ pairing: will smith x celebrini!reader

⋆˚࿔ wc: 1.8k

a/n: this is my first ever fic! so if it sucks don’t be surprised bc im not the best writer but hopefully it’s decent!! not proofread

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You had a huge crush on Will Smith. No, not one of those stupid 1 week crushes. This was a serious crush and you had it bad. Everything you did reminded you of him, no matter the setting. Whether you were at the beach tanning or sitting at home reading. You always pictured him right there with you. Not even doing anything just being there. Being yours.

One slight problem was that you were his best friend's older sister. You were 21 and Will was 20 but that didn’t stop the feelings, if anything it made them stronger. You knew Will had a reputation for going after older women. He was never shy to admit that. Macklin basically outed him to the world about it at one point.

But with you Will was different. He got extremely nervous and stuttered. You never expected a hotshot NHL player to quite literally fumble over his words when you were around but it’s not like you were complaining. Hell, anyone would kill to be in your position.

He always made sure to tell you how pretty you looked every time he saw you. Whether you had makeup or not. He just thought you were absolutely gorgeous 24/7.

Since you lived with Macklin you saw Will a lot. Will was always over at yours and Macklin’s apartment. If he wasn’t, the two would be at the Marleau residence, where Will temporarily lived. There had been talks of Will moving in when the next season started since there was a spare room in our apartment that was completely empty.

When leaving for away games he’d always make sure to say bye since he knew he wouldn’t talk to you till they got back. He’d always felt like he would’ve been overstepping if he asked to facetime when he was gone. So instead when leaving he settled with kissing the top of your head every time before saying goodbye.

He’d also buy you flowers regularly and when you’d ask why he’d say he ‘just felt like it’ and would shrug it off. He tried to replace them every time he noticed they were starting to die. And every Saturday without fail he’d bring you Starbucks and breakfast in the morning before going to practice. Will was an absolute godsend to you and you never wanted him to leave. Today was a random Tuesday and you were awake early as always and there was a knock on your bedroom door.

“Come in.” You said sitting up on the bed and setting your phone down on the nightstand. When the door opened there was Will standing proudly with new flowers in his hands. God was he adorable.

“I got more because those ones were dying. These are my favorite flowers.” Will said proudly holding up the lilies. He had a big goofy grin on his face as he held them up. It was different from his usual shy smiles and nervous demeanor but in a way you liked it. “If you don’t like them I can definitely take them back though.”

“No, no!” You said quickly, almost too quickly. “They’re beautiful Will. Thank you.” You climbed out of bed and grabbed them from him, your fingers brushing against his slightly. You saw a faint blush appear on his face as soon as it happened.

You hugged him lightly, not wanting to crush the pretty flowers he was so proud of. When you pulled back you looked up at him and really took him in for a second. His bright blonde hair was messy, as if he’d run his hands through it a bunch, his pretty blue eyes were soft and shy while looking down at you. You saw him glance down at your lips for a second before snapping back up to your eyes. He leaned in closer so your lips were nearly touching. Just as he opened his mouth to say something he was immediately silenced when Macklin walked into the room.

“Hey (Y/N)-” Macklin spoke loudly as he entered the room but quickly shut up when he saw how close you two were standing. Your chest’s pressed together, Will’s arm still snaked around your waist lightly, your face’s centimeters away from one another. Immediately the two of you pulled back from each other when you noticed the position you were in. “Woah sorry. I can come back if you need me to.”

“No you’re fine,” Your face felt like it was on fire and unfortunately it was extremely obvious. Just like your little brother, you had splotchy red cheeks when you blushed and they were bright red. Will’s cheeks weren’t any better though. His blush went straight to his ears, something you had always teased him for in the past. “We were just uh- talking. I was thanking him for the flowers. What’s up? You need something?” You said casually, as if seconds ago you and Will weren’t having an intimate moment.

“I was gonna ask if you’ve seen my hoodie,” He asked awkwardly, knowing he’d walked in on something he definitely wasn’t supposed to. “The grey one I wore last week? I can’t find it anywhere. I literally searched the whole house.”

“Oh,” You walked to your closet and pulled a hoodie out “This one?” You held it up for him to see.

“Seriously? You stole my hoodie?” Macklin said unimpressed “Is it clean at least?” He spit out sassily.

“Geez yes it is. Now take it and go shower.” You said in the same tone as him. It earned an eye roll from him before he exited the room, closing the door behind him.

You finally turned back to Will who was still frozen in place with wide eyes. You tried saying something—but frankly you didn’t know what to say. You wanted to bring the almost kiss but didn’t wanna make it more awkward than it already was. When you finally went to speak, he beat you to it.

“I should go.”

You felt your heart drop when you heard his words. You thought maybe you’d heard him wrong so you cracked out a small “What?” But he didn’t answer. He just left. You stood there in complete silence—not knowing if you should chase after him or let him walk away. You didn’t have enough time to even process the decision because you could hear the front door slam shut. It’s like time had stopped when you heard it. Had that really happened or was this a bad dream and you’d wake up hearing Macklin and Will’s giggles from the living room.

Unfortunately that was not the case. Slowly you made your way to your bed, sitting down shakily. You pulled your knees to your chest and absolutely lost it. Tears spilling over and sobs wracking from your chest. You were thankful Macklin was in the shower because if he wasn’t he would be able to hear your sobs.

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It’s been a week since that day and Will is completely avoiding you. You hated it so much. You missed his small gestures, his hugs, his voice, his smile, him.

He wouldn’t come to your apartment anymore if you were home. Will insisted on going to his house when Macklin wanted to hang out. Macklin never questioned it because he could sense the tension between the two of you but neither one of you had told him what happened.

Eventually you were sick of it. Had he thought you wouldn’t have kissed him back if he’d tried? Was he embarrassed it got interrupted? You had to find out. You drove to the Marleau household determined to understand why he’d run away completely from you without any explanation. You needed closure because without it, you were a mess. When you got there you greeted everyone before making your way to the backyard and to the guest house. You didn’t wanna just barge in so you knocked. It felt like forever until the door opened but when it did Will’s eyes went wide the second he saw you.

“We need to talk Will,” You were looking up at him desperately. “Please. I won’t be long, I just need to say some things.”

All he did was nod, not trusting himself enough to speak. He moved out of the way so you could step in, closing the door behind you. He refused to look in your direction, instead choosing to look at anything but you. Apparently the ceiling fan was extremely interesting right now. You were starting to get a little annoyed with his behavior.

“What is your problem?” You blurted out.

He immediately froze, his eyes finally snapping to yours. “W-what?” His voice cracked.

“Don’t act dumb Will.” You scoffed, “You know exactly what I’m talking about. You’ve been completely avoiding me since-” You paused, choosing your words carefully “Since we almost kissed Will.”

His eyes immediately turned sad at your words “I-” He stopped, not knowing what exactly to say. He looked away from you again and that pissed you off even more.

You grabbed his chin. Roughly but not enough to hurt him. You turned his head to look directly down at you. He could see the desperation in your eyes. Anyone could if they saw you right now. But you didn’t care. You needed to get him to see how much this meant to you.

“You can��t keep avoiding this conversation. We can’t pretend that didn't happen.” You hesitated your next words but continued. “I can’t pretend I don’t love you Will!”

It took him a second to process your words completely but when he did his lips parted into an ‘o’ shape. You started thinking you maybe read the situation wrong but before you could get any more words in his lips were on yours. You didn’t fully realize what was happening for a few seconds before fully reciprocating the kiss. One hand went into his hair, the other cupping his cheek.

All of the pent up feelings and desires were put into the kiss. Finally getting the sense of closure you both needed. You felt his tongue slide across your bottom lip, asking for permission to deepen the kiss. To which you immediately opened your mouth enough for him to slip his tongue in.

After a minute you two pulled away from each other, foreheads resting on each other’s. That’s when you heard faint music playing. You pulled back and looked at the speaker then back to Will.

“You like Taylor Swift?” You giggled, hearing the familiar song ‘Lover’ that you’d listened to a million times while daydreaming of Will.

He finally cracked a smile after what felt like a lifetime. “Started listening to her because of you. I’d always hear her playing from your room when I was hanging out with Macklin. She’s growing on me.”

“Huh. Never thought you noticed that.” You said with a dumb smile on your face.

“I notice everything about you.” His words sent immediate butterflies to your stomach.

That night the dumb, love struck smile never left your face. Yet you didn’t care. You had Will after all this time. You finally got your lover boy.

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blade-dressed-in-red · 3 days ago

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» [FUCK, I’M LONELY] «

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paring: noah sebastian x f!reader

content warnings: MDNI, oral sex (male receiving), protected sex (don't be a fool, wrap your tool). if you believe i missed anything please let me know! i never want to make anyone uncomfortable :)

word count: 6.1k

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. While inspired by real individuals, the characters and events depicted are entirely fictional and should not be considered as factual representations of any real persons. This story is solely for entertainment purposes only and is not intended to be taken as truth or to cause any harm or offense.

A/N: fluffier chapter, hope you enjoy :) also this is my first time writing actual smut so apologize in advance if it sucks lmao

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▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊| But I still think about you all the time

When Tessa and I returned to my apartment the night of Ian’s party, I relayed the time I spent with Noah to her, including the dance floor incident which resulted in her almost yelling “You did what?” in response. Noah and I had kept in contact since that night a couple weeks ago, but both of us had been too busy to actually meet up until today. We actually texted quite frequently, him giving me his number the morning after Ian’s party. We had finally found a good day and time to see each other again, our schedules starting to clear up a bit. I made my way into my apartment after a meeting with a newly recruited band at the record label. I debated on grabbing a snack, but didn’t want to ruin my appetite for the “date” with Noah later. We thought about going back to Ernie’s, but we decided on grabbing some food and coffee, neither of us really being in the mood for getting drinks. I mentioned to him there was a cute cafe down the road from my apartment, so we settled on meeting there at three o’clock.

I started getting ready for the outing, stepping into the shower to wash the work day off of me. Deciding on an “everything shower” to look and feel my best. I washed my hair with a shampoo that I was less than comfortable admitting the price of, only using it for special occasions (this counts, right?). After applying a hair mask and throwing my hair in a claw clip and exfoliating my whole body, I shaved my legs, underarms, and bikini line. After rinsing out the hair mask, I finished off by cleansing my whole body with some vanilla scented body wash, which lingered on my skin as I stepped out of the shower. I started my elaborate after-shower routine, applying vanilla body lotion to my whole body, focusing on the areas that tended to get a little drier than the rest. I did my skincare, making sure to fully moisturize my face so my makeup could apply as best as it could. Finishing off by rolling on some deodorant and spritzing the same vanilla perfume as that night onto my pulse points.

As I made my way out of the bathroom to my vanity to start doing my makeup, I glanced at my phone to check the time, 2:13pm. I also noticed Noah has texted me..

“I’m about to head out, can’t wait to see you :)”

The message caused nervous butterflies to flutter in my stomach. I’ve gone on numerous dates with other attractive men, I even enjoyed their company, but something about each one of them made me question the possibility of a second date, whether it be how they didn’t understand my jokes or the way they would stare at me as if I was a piece of meat and they were a starved wolf. The memories made me cringe as I sat down to get started on my makeup. There was something about Noah that made me feel completely different to his company than anyone I had ever met. Ever since Ian’s party, I craved to be back in his embrace. I spent the rest of my time getting ready with an excited nervousness slowly building up in my body. Once finishing my makeup, I checked the time again, 2:39pm. Shit, I need to leave soon. It takes about fifteen minutes to walk over there, and driving there would be almost pointless for the distance. I quickly got dressed. My outfit consisting of a cropped black tank top, black jeans that had rips in the knees, a black and white flannel, and my Docs. I put in some small hoop earrings and adorned my neck with the same chunky silver chain from that night. I grabbed my bag, headed out the door, locking it behind me and made my down my apartment’s stairwell onto the sidewalk.

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊| I don’t know how I’m gonna make it out

The bell over my head rang as I entered the cafe. I immediately noticed Noah sitting at a table with two chairs as he was scrolling on his phone. I checked the time on my phone to see if I was late, it read 2:57pm. Not only was I on time, Noah was early, seeing as he already had a drink of sorts for himself. He was wearing black joggers and a black hoodie with various red and orange designs on it, realizing it was one of his band’s merch pieces as I approached, I noticed I could still only see the same tattoos as last time. As I reached the table to meet him, his eyes immediately averted from his phone onto me, making the butterflies in my stomach start swarming around even quicker.

“Hey! Long time no see, huh?” I half-jokingly greeted while setting my bag on the back of the chair while Noah stood up to give me a small hug. God, I didn’t even realize how much I missed his scent until now.

“Yeah, it’s been a minute. I’m sorry about that, the band and I have just been so busy these past couple weeks.” He promptly responded before continuing,

“But how have you been?”

“I’ve been pretty good, it hasn’t only been you that’s been busy.” I said with a light laugh,

“Ephemera just signed a new band, so I've been spending a lot of time in meetings and helping organize their recruitment to make it as seamless as possible.” He nodded while giving a small smile in response. Fuck, he’s so pretty. His eyes quickly lit up in realization,

“Did you wanna go order something?” he asked while shifting in his seat to lean his elbows on the table.

“I mean, that’s why we’re here isn’t it?” I quipped while grabbing my purse to head over to the register, him following behind me. I didn’t question it, assuming he was going to order some food for himself since he already had a drink.

When it was my turn to order, the cashier greeting me as I approached, Noah following behind me.

“Hi, I’ll have a medium dirty chai latte please. Could I get that with vanilla syrup as well?” The cashier confirmed my choice before I continued ordering,

“I’ll also have a caprese panini please.” The cashier typed my order into the register, Noah joined in on ordering which confused me, and also slightly annoyed me. I had no problem paying for him since he covered my bar tab, but he could’ve at least asked first.

“I’ll just have a garden salad please.”

The cashier relayed the order to us, confirming it. As I was about to pay with my card, Noah pushed my hand out of the way while handing over his card instead. I tried protesting since he already paid for my bar tab, but he insisted and I didn’t want to cause a scene in the cafe over a bill. I was quickly handed over my drink before Noah and I made our way back over to our table. We made small talk about what we’ve been up to, I told him a little bit about the band we had just signed, he talked about the production of some of the songs he’s been working on with the guys. Our food arrived soon after, us still making idle chatter while eating. Once we finished, he took our plates to the shelf above the trash for the workers to clean up later. When he came back, he began questioning me,

“So.. I heard you met Folio after we.. hung out at Ian’s party.” He smirked at me, with a glint of something in his eyes I couldn’t quite place.

“Oh yeah, he’s super cool. When I introduced myself to him he kissed my hand as if I were a princess. Oh and when we were doing final shots with Ian he downed his whole glass of whiskey,” I recalled while letting out a small giggle at the memory.

“Yep, that’s Folio for you,” he replied matter of factly while pressing his lips together. I decided to tempt fate to see how he’d react,

“Kind of unfortunate I met you first, I could’ve totally seen myself being on the dance floor with him that night.” I humorously stated, I knew I was lying. Sure, Folio was pretty attractive, super funny, and a sweetheart, but I knew the second Noah sat next to me that night, I was done for. Something within Noah’s eyes shifted at my remark, something darker, but he tried hiding it with a dry laugh.

“Well I guess it’s fortunate for me I got to you first, huh?” he quipped, his eyes still hiding something behind them. This was exactly the sign I needed from him. I brushed off his reaction and decided to talk about the other guys I met that night. I found out Matt is obsessed with raccoons and one time Folio had to play a show with food poisoning while on a boat, I almost heaved at the thought. I also learned a bit more about their bassist, Nick. He was a tattoo artist and lived with the rest of the guys. The conversation between us flowed freely, as if we’d known each other for years.

It was nearing five o’clock, the time the cafe was supposed to close. Noah and I didn’t even realize we were sitting in there for almost two hours until a worker flipped the open sign to close, which we took at our cue to leave the establishment. As we headed out, my heart sank at our time together coming to an end. Before I could wallow in it longer, Noah spoke,

“I have to meet the guys for something in a bit. Let me walk you to your car.” I could tell he wanted to stick around longer, but his work came first and I wasn’t going to be put in the way of that.

“Oh I actually walked here, my apartment is just around the corner.” He looked surprised for some reason, probably taken aback I chose to walk in a city that prioritized transportation via car.

“Well in that case let me give you a ride home.” He had the same look in his eyes that he had when offering to order me a drink at the bar; hope. But I knew he had somewhere to be soon and didn’t want to impose.

“It’s no big deal really, it’s just around the corner.” I tried assuring him.

“Even more of a reason for me to drive you, come on let’s go.” He grabbed my hand to walk me to his car, the warmth enveloping my permanently cold hand. Once we got to his car, he walked me over to the passenger side and opened the door for me.

“Wow, what a gentleman.” I joked to him, Noah went along with the bit by bowing like a prince before shutting the car door, making me giggle more. Once he got into the driver's seat, I directed him to my apartment’s parking lot, telling him to turn at a corner store to get to my street. He pulled up to the curb, put his hazards on and quickly got out of the car and ran over to the passenger side, determined to open my door for me. As he opened it, he bowed once again while gesturing with his hand,

“M’lady,” resulting in me going into a fit of laughter. If there’s one thing Noah is, it’s preservant. He grabbed my hand as I stepped out and he closed the car door behind me. We stood in front of each other for a few beats in a comfortable silence, just staring into each other's eyes. Wow, his irises looked like tapioca pearls. He softly raised his hand up to the side of my face, grazing his thumb over my cheekbone. The butterflies immediately came back, fluttering faster than ever. I could tell what he was about to ask, but I felt his nerves course through his veins through his hand on my cheek. I decided to take the words out of his mouth,

“Can I kiss you?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. His eyes widened at my proposal, eagerly nodding his head once the words sank in. I grabbed the front of his hoodie and pulled him down for our lips to meet, his other hand going up to hold my face. The kiss was soft and tender, nothing like the kisses he planted on my throat the night we met. He held me as if I was the most precious object he’s ever found and if he held me too tight, I’d break under his touch. The kiss slowly came to an end, our foreheads pressed together. Noah broke the comfortable silence first,

“I had a really nice time with you today,” he said while staring into my eyes.

“Me too, we should do it again sometime,” I responded while planting a kiss on his cheek. We stayed in each other's embrace for a few moments longer, neither of us wanting to pull away but we knew we had to. Finally, I got the courage to let him leave and join the guys for whatever they needed to do. I gave him one last peck to his lips, said my goodbyes, and made my way up the stairwell as Noah leaned against his car and watched me get inside safely.

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊| Fuck, I’m lonely. Fuck, come hold me

It’s been a week since Noah and I went to the cafe. I didn’t want to be too overbearing, but the second I stepped foot back into my apartment it took everything inside of me to not ask him to come back whenever he was done with his obligation with the guys. I tried keeping myself busy with work to get my mind off of him, but anytime I received a text from him my heart soared in my chest. I couldn’t wait to see him again.

He brought up the idea of getting dinner together, nothing too fancy. We settled on going to a small Italian restaurant about a twenty minute drive from my place. I debated on driving there myself, but the thought of possibly dealing with traffic on top of the anxiety of seeing Noah again didn’t sound too fun, so I ordered an uber. Since it wasn’t anything fancy, I wore casual clothes. I settled on a black knit sweater, loose-fitting blue jeans, and my Docs (of course). I got the notification that the uber would be arriving soon, so I quickly left my apartment. I made my way to the curb and waited for the uber, which didn’t take too long. After confirming with the driver, I got inside and let Noah know I was on my way. The ride was mostly silent, which I wasn’t sure if I was thankful for or not. The nervousness was slowly building up in my stomach, so I just scrolled on my phone as a distraction until I arrived at the restaurant.

Noah let me know he had arrived about five minutes before I got there, keeping up with his punctual track record. I quickly found my way to the booth he was sitting at, water and bread already at the table. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt, black slacks, and his usual white slip on Vans. He stood up as I approached the table, engulfing me in a hug as he mumbled “I missed you” into my hair. I could feel my face heat up at the sudden display and words of affection, his face matching my own. We made ourselves comfortable in the booth, asking each other how our week has been since we last saw each other. I gave him updates on the band we had signed the week prior, the production side of things working on a new single. He told me a story of him and Jesse, one of his housemates, attempting to clean their pool which resulted in Noah falling in when he lost his footing on the edge. The idea made me tear up in laughter. Soon, we ordered our food, both of us deciding to stick to water for the night. I ordered chicken alfredo and Noah got toscana soup. We continued talking over dinner, making jokes to one another. At one point, I thought it’d be funny to play footsie with him under the table, at first he paused all movements but quickly leaned into the bit, gently kicking my leg in response as a blush creeped onto his face. Eventually, we finished our dinner, the waiter offering us dessert options we politely declined to. As the waiter came with our check, I quickly handed him my card so I could pay this time since Noah paid twice now, and I was determined to make it up to him. As the waiter walked away, Noah spoke, a surge of random confidence entering his voice,

“You know, I told you you could make it up to me in other ways.” Which I playfully rolled my eyes at, the waiter coming back with my copy of the receipt. Noah and I got up to leave, and as I was about to place the order for my uber, an idea came to mind. As we exited the restaurant, I asked,

“Would you like to come over?” As the words left my mouth, I knew he knew what I was probably insinuating. The memory of him making me climax with just his hand on the dance floor flooded my head, causing my face to heat up. He blinked down at me a few times with a slightly shocked expression written on his face.

“I.. I’d love to,” he said with a soft smile.

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊| Spent all night just trying to get closer

We repeated the actions from the previous week, him opening the passenger door for me, then darting over to the driver’s side to join me in the car. I instructed him on how to get to my apartment complex from where we were at, but he remembered most of the way once we were in my neighborhood.

“Turn at the corner store,” I directed him.

“I remember, Y/N.” He said sardonically.

As we arrived at my complex, I pointed to where the visitor parking was and he pulled into a spot, turning off the ignition. We sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments, just softly staring at each other and enjoying each other’s presence. Figuring if we stayed there a little longer it’d turn awkward, I swiftly got out of the car and inhaled a deep breath to try and steady myself. Noah followed suit, meeting me behind his car in front of my building. He looked at me for further instruction, I grabbed his warm hand and made our way up the stairwell to outside my apartment.

“Well, this is me.” I stated as I unlocked the door.

My apartment wasn’t too big, but I made it cozy and comfortable for myself. The entryway flowed directly into the living room where I had a black couch with various pillows and blankets I got from Homegoods during Halloween time, with a black coffee table littered with remotes, an empty mug I forgot to put in the sink before leaving, and some random papers from work I hadn’t found a place for yet. The TV stand was on the opposite wall of the couch, adorned with various DVDs (physical media isn’t dead) and movie memorabilia. I had fairy lights surrounding the room to give off some ambience in the later hours of the day. My walls were covered with various movie and music posters, and even a couple vinyl records displayed above my record player between the living room and kitchen. As Noah entered, his expression softened, like he realized that welcoming him into my home was far more intimate than he originally thought it would be. I put my bag on the hook near the door and quickly untied my boots and took them off. Noah noticed my action and repeated it by kicking off his Vans.

I walked over to the couch, Noah trailing behind me as I made myself comfortable in my corner. He sat a bit rigid, resting his hands on his knees while he looked over at me.

“So.. Did you wanna watch something or are you just gonna stare at me the whole time?” I teased him. He quickly looked away as a blush crept onto his cheeks, not realizing he was staring.

“Sure,” he quietly stated. Anxiety and awkwardness started seeping into me, so I handed him the remote as I got up.

“Put on anything you’d like. I’ll be right back, I’m gonna use the restroom.” I’m not sure why I was getting nervous, his fingers have literally been inside me. The memory of him licking his fingers replayed in my head on a loop, making my body heat up at the thought. When I stepped into the bathroom, I ran my hands under cool water, hoping it could literally and figuratively cool me down. After drying my hands, I gave myself a once-over in the mirror and fixed my hair. I realized I was a bit warmer than I preferred, so I stopped into my bedroom to switch into a black tank top and grey sweats. As I returned to the living room, I noticed Noah got himself more comfortable on the couch, removing his hoodie while I was out of the room. He had turned on an anime I hadn’t seen yet which piqued my interest. I realized just how heavily inked he was, tattoos littered up and down his arms and further down his chest from what I could see near the hem of his t-shirt.

“I see you’ve made yourself at home.” I stated while sitting back in my spot on the couch.

“Well, I found a good show to watch and figured I might as well get as comfortable as possible.” He responded while nuzzling into a blanket he was using as a pillow. We sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, just watching the characters on the screen. After a bit, I felt his eyes on me again, which I looked over at him and met his gaze.

“Come here,” I requested, wanting to be closer to him. He sat up from his spot, leaning closer into me. I placed my hand onto his cheek, admiring the pretty boy sat in front of me. I could feel how warm his face was becoming, his blush returning to his cheeks. He placed his hand on my thigh, longing to have any physical contact with me but not wanting to cross boundaries.

“I really wanna kiss you,” he whispered to me, his eyes flickering between my eyes and my lips.

“Then kiss me, idiot,” I grinned at him. He swiftly leaned down and our lips connected. It started off soft and tender, but quickly heated up. It was evident both of us were yearning to be in each other’s space again. Without breaking the kiss, I sat up and threw my leg over his thighs so I was straddling him. I felt his cock quickly growing through his sweats beneath me, making me let out a small moan against his mouth. His hands were placed on my hips, slightly rocking me back and forth against him. I broke from our kiss to trail kisses and bites down his neck, similar to what he did to me that night at the bar. I rested one of my hands against his arm and tangled the other in his hair. He was breathing heavily and let out small whimpers and groans whenever I sunk my teeth into his neck. I spent much of my time on one area between his neck and collarbone that seemed to be his sweet spot. I returned to his lips, the kiss was a mess of spit and teeth. I put my hands under his shirt, hinting at wanting it to be removed. He got the signal, and quickly took it off. I sat in awe at all the ink displayed over his chest and tummy. I traced my fingers over the various designs, but he quickly put one of his hands behind my head to bring our lips together again. Our tongues fought for dominance, a dance that went on for a few moments as I kept grinding against him, both of us letting out small whimpers into each other’s mouths. I finally pulled away to ask him.

“Did you wanna move this to the bedroom?” to which he nodded while putting my arms around his neck to secure me against him as he sat up to carry me into my bedroom. The action made me giggle, feeling like I was climbing on him like a tree. There weren’t many other rooms in my apartment so he quickly found my bedroom in the small hallway from the door being open with purple fairy lights on to brighten the room. He delicately placed me on my bed as he stood at the foot of it, admiring my bedroom. It was decorated similarly to the rest of my apartment with a few more personal touches added. I hooked my leg around his to pull him towards me, bringing his attention back to me. He leaned down between my legs and caged my head between his arms. We continued our kiss as I ran my hands up and down his lean arms up into his hair. He pulled away, leaning up a bit to bring his hands down to the hem of my shirt,

“Can I take this off?” He politely asked me, I quickly nodded, wanting to feel his skin against my own. I sat up a bit to assist him in removing the fabric, he threw it somewhere on the floor behind him. His eyes trailed all over my bare chest, making me feel both nervous but turned me on even more. I grabbed him by his arm to pull him down, to feel him against me. He rocked his hips into me as his hand ran up and down my torso, exploring the curvature of my body with a delicate touch. He grabbed one of my boobs in his hand, rubbing his thumb softly over my nipple. His other arm was next to my head to give him stability. I decided he had already tasted me, so now it was my turn. I quickly flipped us over so I could be on top of him again, bringing my lips to his neck, continuing to kiss and bite all over. I slowly made my way down, trailing wet kisses and soft bites down his chest and tummy. As I reached the top of his sweats, I looked at him through my lashes,

“May I?” I breathed out as I curled my fingers around the waistband. He eagerly nodded as he bucked his hips up, giving me access to remove his sweats and boxers, throwing them somewhere behind me on the floor with my shirt. His cock slapped against his stomach as I removed them, my eyes widening at how big he was. I knew he was going to have a big dick, but jesus christ. Before I could think anymore, I brought my hand around the base of his cock, licking a stripe from the bottom to the tip, slowly licking his head with my tongue. My teases resulted in low groans and whimpers from Noah’s throat. I looked up at the boy I wanted to unravel, seeing I was close to being halfway there already. His brows were furrowed together, his lips swollen from our kisses, and his hazy eyes were half-lidded while meeting my gaze. While maintaining eye contact, I put him in my mouth, watching as he threw his head back against the pillow from the action. “Fuck,” he muttered, grabbing my hair in his hand but didn’t push, it being more of an attempt to ground himself. I started working my tongue around him, bobbing my head up and down as he let out the most beautiful noises I’ve ever heard from a man. The size of him resulted in me producing a lot more saliva from my attempts to take in all of him. I had never really ever been that into giving head, but I had a change of heart this time around. I continued working him until he softly pulled my head back. “If you keep going, I’ll cum..” He practically gasped out as I sat back on my heels, wiping away the mess of saliva and precum from my lips.

“Well, we can’t have that now, can we?” I retorted, raising an eyebrow. I quickly got up and grabbed a condom from my dresser drawer. I returned to my spot by his legs.

“Can I put this on?” I asked while holding up the condom, his eyes slightly widening at the request, but accepted it by a nod. I took the condom out of the wrapper and rolled it onto him. I quickly removed my own sweats and panties in one go. He sat up and quickly grabbed me to turn us back over so he was above me again. He kissed me deeply, pulling away and looking me in my eyes.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked softly.

“I’m one hundred percent positive.” I responded, smiling at him as I pulled him down to kiss him again. He leaned back onto his heels, staring at my pussy. He spat on his fingers, bringing it down to lubricate me a little with his saliva. The contact made my hips buck against his hand as he trailed his fingers over my clit and entrance. He bent down to hover over me again, giving me a peck to my lips before he looked down to guide himself into me. His eyes flicked up to me as he was about to enter,

“If you need to stop at any time, please tell me.” He politely told me.

“I will Noah.” I assured him. I felt him slowly slip inside me, I gasped at the pressure. His strokes started small, almost teasingly. He gave me time to adjust to his size, at first it hurt a little bit, but was quickly replaced with pleasure. I grabbed his head to bring him down to kiss me as he finally fully slipped inside of me.

“Noah..” I breathed out, his thrusts started off slow so he didn’t possibly hurt me. I bucked my hips against him to signal to move faster, which he followed up on. I could already feel my orgasm building inside of me.

“Fuck, Noah.” I whimpered out.

“I know, baby. God, you feel so good.” He grunted. He placed all his weight onto his elbow as his other hand made its way between our bodies. I felt his thumb start tracing circles on my clit, making me let out a whine as my eyes practically rolled to the back of my head. The contact is exactly what I needed to come undone underneath him. I felt my walls tightening around him, and I could tell he was fighting off his own release by his growling and whispering swears into my ear while his thrusts were becoming sloppier and harder. He started slowing down.

“I’m not cumming until you have at least one more.” He quipped, grabbing my leg to rest it over his shoulder, making his cock sink further into me. His thumb was still tracing messy circles over my clit, determined to draw another orgasm out of me, which I felt quickly approaching. The stimulation of the new angle, driving himself deeper into me, feeling all of him, made my head fuzzy. After a few strokes, my second orgasm hit me, this one more intense than the last. I felt my vision start to blur at the edges, making me shut my eyes as his hips continued snapping into me. I felt myself still pulsing around him as he removed my leg from his shoulder, craving to be closer to my body, his head settled in the cook of my neck.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He breathed out while haphazardly thrusting into me, making me clench around him more, which was all he needed to finish. I felt his cock twitch inside of me before slipping out as he relaxed his body over my own. This would usually feel overwhelming from the size of this man, but something about it made me feel safe, like he was a security blanket. He raised his head, grabbing my chin with his fingers and kissed me. The kiss felt deep and meaningful, like he was saying everything he wanted to express without speaking a word. He eventually pulled away but continued gazing into my eyes, his own still had a slight haze over them with his swollen lips curved into a soft smile.

“That was..” He started but trailed off at a loss for words. I giggled before responding,

“I won’t speak for you, but that was amazing.” I softly stated, him nodding in agreement before resting his head on my chest.

We stayed in bed for a few minutes as I played with his hair and rubbed his scalp. We were both coming down from our highs and just enjoyed the feeling of the other’s skin pressed into our own. Noah eventually got off of me and out of the bed to discard the condom. He found his underwear in the pile of clothes we left on the floor and put them on while throwing my shirt and panties over to me. Before he had the chance to further dress himself, I asked,

“Do you wanna spend the night?” Shit, was that too much to ask? I started rambling to cover for myself, not wanting to seem too needy.

“It’s fine if you don’t.. I.. uh.. just figured it probably already kind of late so I thought I’d ask. B-but it’s completely fine i-” He cut me off by bending down and kissing me.

“I’d love to spend the night, Y/N.” He stated as he pulled away, giving me a grin which I matched.

Noah returned to the bed and I rested my head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he lazily played with my hair. We stayed like this for a while before I realized I should shower before I fell asleep. I perked my head up, resting my chin against him as I looked up at him, his eyes were barely open but widened to meet my gaze.

“I’m gonna go shower, would you care to join me?” I asked him lightheartedly as I sat up. He quirked a brow before answering,

“It would be my pleasure,” he replied with a smirk.

The shower with Noah wasn’t sexual in nature, but sensual. While we both ran our gazes over each other's bodies numerous times, it felt like it was out of adoration rather than ogling. We shampooed each other's hair, him needing to bend down in order for me to lather his hair up properly. After thoroughly rinsing conditioner out from our hair, we washed the other’s body. I took my time while scrubbing the loofah over him as I admired the various ink adorning his skin. While all of them painted stories that I wasn’t aware of and didn’t feel the need to question him about them in the moment, the one that really caught my eye were the lines across his chest that went over his nipple. I had a couple smaller tattoos so I knew the pain associated with getting one, and the thought of a needle going over my own nipple various times made me cringe on the inside.

“So, how bad did that hurt?” I asked as I wiped away the soap from his chest. He looked down to see which ink I was referring to.

“Like a bitch, but thankfully didn’t last long.” He stated.

After our shower, I made sure to do my usual skin and body care routine and managed to find a spare toothbrush for Noah to use for the night. Once I was done, I came back into my bedroom to find Noah already tucked into the bed scrolling on his phone but quickly averted his eyes up to me.

“Hi.” He stated while giving me a toothy grin.

“Hi.” I replied as I made my way over to join him in bed. I was quickly engulfed by his large arms. The fairy lights were still on, engulfing his face in a purple glow that somehow made him look even more ethereal.

“I had a good time today.” He softly spoke.

“I did too.” I responded. We stayed like that for a bit, just admiring each other until exhaustion from the day caught up to us. I remained in his arms, the feeling his breath against my neck lulling me to sleep.

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Somewhere Only We Know - Part 2

Lando Norris x Reader

Based upon this request:

Hi!!! First of all, I love love loooove your stories. I don't know if you're open to writing for Lando. Just wanted to maybe suggest this: we all know he's spiraling at the moment, maybe someone who he meets and steadies him? I know he has that typical athlete fboy image. But maybe someone who he changes for and really helps him mentally as well. Seeing that change from an outside perspective from people in F1 or fans would be pretty cool. Just a thought that popped up! Thanks! Will be anxiously waiting for your next uploads!

Summary... He wasn’t looking for anything when he found you — just a diner, a coffee, a moment to breathe — but somehow you became everything. This is the story of how he fell, how you stayed, and how together you built something louder than the noise trying to tear you apart.

A/N: I hope this story does justice to your request! I wrote it like a book, so it has chapters within the story. Also, the story was so long that I had to split it into two parts because Tumblr would not allow me to post it. I had such a blast writing it, and I hope you all have just as much fun reading it. As always, thank you so much for being here, for supporting these little worlds we create, and for sharing your love with the characters too.

Happy reading, and have a beautiful day today!! 🖤✨

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DO NOT READ THIS PART BEFORE READING PART ONE!!

Chapter 14: Breakwater

The morning crept in slow and gold.

The lake shimmered in the early light, mist curling over the surface like a living thing.

Inside the cabin, it was warm — blankets kicked off, window cracked open, the air smelling like rain-soaked wood and coffee brewing somewhere down the road.

—

Lando woke up first.

Y/N was curled into his side on the small couch they’d crashed onto sometime after their second — or was it third? — kiss.

Her hand was pressed against his chest, fingers splayed over his heart like she was claiming it without even trying.

He didn’t move. Didn’t dare.

Just breathed her in. The softness of her hair against his jaw. The steady rhythm of her breathing.

The way the world outside could have burned to the ground and he wouldn’t have noticed because she was here.

His.

Finally.

—

She stirred after a while, blinking sleepily, her nose scrunching in a way that made him smile so wide it hurt.

"Mornin'," she mumbled, her voice rough with sleep.

"Hey," he whispered back, brushing his thumb gently over her knuckles.

For a moment, they just lay there — no rush, no noise, no weight.

Just them.

Y/N’s voice was still raspy when she teased, "Are we gonna pretend yesterday didn’t happen?"

Lando shook his head immediately. "Not a chance."

She smiled wider, her cheeks flushing pink, and burrowed closer into his side like she belonged there.

God, she did belong there.

—

They spent the morning wrapped around each other, half-tangled in blankets, trading lazy kisses and half-hearted arguments about who was responsible for getting breakfast.

"You drive," Y/N said, poking his ribs with a sly smile. "You’re the adult here."

"I’m not even qualified to own a plant," Lando protested, laughing as he caught her hand and laced their fingers together.

Eventually, they bundled up and wandered down to a tiny diner by the lake, the kind of place where the menus were handwritten and the waitress called everyone "sweetheart."

They sat across from each other, stealing bites of pancakes and grinning like idiots.

For a few precious hours — there was no McLaren. No cameras. No headlines.

Just this.

Just them.

Until the real world found them anyway.

—

It happened as they were walking back to the cabin, hand-in-hand, feet crunching over gravel.

Lando's phone buzzed. Then buzzed again. And again.

He ignored it at first — until it buzzed so violently it practically jumped out of his pocket.

He sighed, pulling it out — and froze.

Y/N noticed immediately.

"What’s wrong?" she asked, stepping closer, peering up at him.

Lando's jaw tightened as he tilted the screen so she could see.

Tweets. Instagram tags. News pings.

Photos.

Blurry at first — then clearer.

Them.

Leaving the diner last night. Laughing by the lake. Holding hands this morning.

The captions were already spiraling:

"New romance for Norris?" "Who is the mystery girl stealing Lando’s heart?" "Spotted: F1 star cozying up at hidden lakeside retreat."

Lando stuffed his phone back into his pocket like it burned him.

"You don’t have to do this," he said roughly, voice cracking a little. "You don’t have to stay."

Y/N just looked at him steady.

Sure.

She stepped even closer, slipping her fingers into his.

"Lando," she said softly, voice clear and unwavering, "I’m not here because it’s easy."

Her hand squeezed his once — firm, grounding.

"I’m here because it’s you."

And just like that — he knew.

No matter how high the waves got, no matter how loud the world screamed, no matter how messy it became —

They would fight for this.

Together.

———

Chapter 15: All the Noise, None of the Doubt

If you asked him, Lando would have said nothing changed.

Not really.

He still showed up for sim days and engineering meetings. Still suited up. Still pushed the limits. Still smiled for the cameras.

But something was different.

Not the way he drove — the way he lived.

The way he smiled wider when his phone buzzed. The way he laughed easier when he caught a glimpse of a photo Y/N sent him — some ridiculous thing, like a squirrel stealing a sandwich or her terrible attempt at latte art.

The way he counted the hours until he could see her again.

They carved out a world in the quiet spaces between all the noise.

Secret coffee dates. Late-night FaceTimes. Quick texts during media days

Soft mornings at the cabin when they could sneak away. Long car rides filled with bad music and even worse singing.

Tiny kisses stolen in parking lots. Fingers brushing under tables.

Nothing flashy. Nothing loud.

Just them.

Of course, the rest of the world wasn't blind.

At the factory, Max smirked as he caught Lando smiling down at his phone again.

"You’re disgusting," Max said, tossing a balled-up napkin at him.

Lando batted it away, not even pretending to hide the grin on his face.

"You’re just jealous," he shot back.

Max laughed. "Maybe. But I’m not the one getting meme’d into oblivion every time someone spots me looking like a lovesick idiot."

Lando flipped him off good-naturedly.

But later, alone in the simulator bay, phone screen glowing with a new picture of Y/N doodling all over his face in an old karting photo he sent her, he thought maybe he didn’t mind.

The media started circling too.

Soft at first. Little jabs in interviews.

"So, Lando, any truth to the rumors about a new girl?" "Someone special keeping you motivated this season?"

He ducked and weaved, smiling without answering, learning how to protect what mattered without lying.

They didn’t need to know. Not yet. Not when it was still this precious, still blooming in his hands.

But it was getting harder to keep their world untouched.

Photos slipped through sometimes — blurry ones of them at a gas station, a coffee shop, a grocery store.

Fans guessed. Fans speculated.

Some supported. Some didn't.

The noise was getting louder.

—

One night, they sat on the hood of his SUV under a wide, bruised sunset sky — the cabin just a small speck in the distance — splitting a bag of crisps between them.

Y/N leaned back on her hands, kicking her heels against the bumper.

"You know," she said lightly, "if you ever want to run... I’d go with you."

He turned to look at her, something sharp and warm catching in his throat.

"You serious?"

She nodded, smiling sideways at him.

"I’m not scared of the noise, Lando," she said. "But if it ever gets too loud for you... we’ll just find somewhere quieter."

He stared at her — this girl who had walked into his life on a rainy night with bad coffee and a soft voice — and realized that no matter how loud the world got, with her, there would always be a way back to silence.

To home.

To them.

—

He reached out, tangling their fingers together, resting their joined hands on the hood between them.

"I’m not running," he said quietly. "Not from this. Not from you."

She squeezed his hand, her smile small and sure.

"Good," she said. "Because you’re terrible at directions."

He laughed — a real, full laugh — and tugged her closer until she was tucked into his side.

And for the first time in a long time — maybe ever — Lando knew he wasn’t just surviving.

He was living.

With her.

———

Chapter 17: Our Little World

It wasn’t about hiding. Not really.

It was about protecting.

About keeping something beautiful just for themselves, tucked away where no cameras, no headlines, no strangers could touch it.

Their little world.

Their rules.

When they were apart — race weeks, sponsor events, the constant hum of everything — they stayed connected in the ways that mattered.

It became a routine without them even realizing it.

Late-night texts.

Y/N: Did you eat real food today or just Red Bull and regrets?

Lando: Pop-Tarts totally count as real food.

Y/N: Get a vegetable or I’m calling Max.

Lando: Terrifying. Ordering salad now.

Early morning FaceTimes.

"Hi," she’d say, hair a mess, eyes still heavy with sleep.

"Hi," he’d whisper back, already smiling just hearing her voice.

Sometimes they didn't even talk. Just kept the call open while she painted, while he packed, while they existed on opposite sides of the world but somehow closer than ever.

When they could steal days together — God, those days felt like breathing again.

—

Tiny traditions started to form:

Y/N leaving doodles tucked into his suitcase before he traveled. ("I better see this stuck to your laptop," she teased once, drawing a lopsided cartoon of him driving a spaceship.)

Lando slipping notes into the sketchbooks she left lying around. ("Your art’s better than any trophy," he scribbled once, messy and embarrassed but meaning every word.)

Sharing playlists. ("This song is you," he texted her once, sending a track that was all messy beats and golden chords.)

Movie nights where they talked over half the film, cuddled under a mountain of mismatched blankets, and fought about who stole the popcorn.

("You," Lando accused, mouth full. "Me?" Y/N gasped. "You’re inhaling it like you’ve never seen food before!")

They built a language only they spoke — inside jokes, stolen glances, silent conversations across crowded rooms.

—

But the world kept buzzing louder outside.

Photos kept surfacing. Speculation grew.

Y/N didn’t flinch. She teased him about it sometimes, flicking through tabloids at the grocery store.

"‘Lando Norris and Mystery Girl spotted looking cozy at Starbucks,’" she read aloud dramatically one day, showing him a grainy photo of them with frappuccinos.

He snorted. "That’s peak romance. Frappuccinos."

"You sure know how to spoil a girl," she said, nudging him.

He grinned, catching her hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles right there between the cereal and the canned soup aisle.

"I’ll buy you two next time," he whispered.

Y/N rolled her eyes but didn’t pull away.

The world could shout all it wanted.

She knew where home was.

—

One night — late, after a brutal race weekend that left Lando physically exhausted and mentally shredded — they lay tangled together on the tiny couch in his Monaco apartment.

Y/N traced lazy circles over the back of his hand, her voice soft against the darkness.

"You know you don’t have to pretend with me, right?" she said.

He turned his head, watching her with tired, adoring eyes.

"I know," he said quietly. "You’re the only place I don’t have to."

She smiled — small, warm, breaking his heart a little more in the best way.

"You’re stuck with me, Norris," she teased, nose brushing his.

He kissed her gently — sweet and tired and so full of everything he couldn’t find the words for.

"Good," he whispered against her lips. "Because I’m not going anywhere."

And for now, that was enough.

Their little world held strong — soft, stubborn, untouchable.

For now.

———

Chapter 18: Say It Like You Mean It

It started with a headline.

Bigger this time. Louder.

Not whispers anymore — shouts.

"Is Lando Norris Losing Focus? Friends Fear New Romance May Be a Distraction."

And worse — comments. Speculation. Ugly words flung like stones.

They picked her apart — her looks, her job, her life — like she was nothing but an accessory to his downfall.

Lando saw it before Y/N did. His phone buzzing nonstop. His manager sending cautious texts. Max even texting him once:

Max:

You good, mate? Ignore the shit. You know whats’s real.

He barely read the rest. He couldn’t think straight.

He was supposed to protect her.

And now — they were using her name like a weapon.

—

He found her at his place, sitting cross-legged on the floor, sorting through a stack of his race gear he’d dumped there last week.

She looked up the second he slammed the door behind him, her smile fading when she saw his face.

"Lando?" she said, standing quickly. "What happened?"

He didn’t answer right away. Just crossed the room in three strides, pulling her into his arms like he needed to be sure she was still real.

"Lando," she said again, softer now, hands sliding up his back. "Talk to me."

He pressed his forehead against hers, breathing hard.

"They're saying shit," he muttered. "About you. About us."

She pulled back just enough to meet his eyes.

"I know," she said gently.

He blinked. "You know?"

She smiled — sad and strong all at once. "I’m not blind, Lan. I knew what I was signing up for."

His chest tightened painfully.

"I hate that it touches you," he said, voice rough. "I hate that I brought you into this."

"You didn’t bring me anywhere," she said. "I walked. I chose this."

"But you don’t deserve it," he whispered.

She squeezed his hand. "Neither do you."

—

An hour later, he sat in his car outside the McLaren building, staring at his phone, jaw clenched so hard it hurt.

His manager had sent another text.

PR Team: No need to comment. Stay quiet. Let it pass.

But Lando couldn’t.

Not this time.

He opened Twitter. Stared at the blinking cursor.

And typed.

@LandoNorris: You can say whatever you want about me. But leave her out of it. She’s the best thing that’s happened to me. End of story.

He hit post before he could second guess himself.

Then tossed the phone onto the passenger seat like it was on fire.

He didn't care about the fallout.

He cared about her.

—

When he got home, she was curled up on the couch, a blanket around her shoulders, flipping absently through a book she clearly wasn't reading.

He dropped onto the couch beside her, heart hammering.

She set the book down.

"You posted it," she said softly.

He nodded once, his throat too tight to speak.

She smiled — small, shaky — and climbed into his lap without hesitation, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I’m not going anywhere," she whispered against his ear.

He closed his eyes, burying his face in her hair.

"You better not," he whispered back.

Silence stretched between them — not uncomfortable. Just heavy. Full.

"I love you," Lando said, the words tumbling out — messy, raw, desperate. "I love you so much it scares the hell out of me."

She pulled back, cupping his face in her hands.

"Good," she said, smiling through the tears gathering in her eyes. "Because I love you too, you idiot."

He laughed — choked and wrecked — and kissed her like he was drowning.

And maybe he was.

But if he was going under — he was taking her with him.

Together.

Always.

———

Chapter 19: The Afterglow and the Storm

The first few days after saying "I love you" felt like living inside a bubble.

Warm. Safe. Weightless.

They clung to each other like kids hiding under a blanket fort, pretending the real world couldn’t reach them.

—

Late one night, lying tangled together in his bed, Y/N pressed her nose into his neck and mumbled sleepily,

"Are we gonna talk about it?"

Lando smiled into her hair. "Talk about what?"

"You know," she said, poking his ribs, "the whole 'I love you' bomb you dropped on me."

He laughed, grabbing her hand and bringing it to his mouth, pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

"I regret nothing," he said.

She lifted her head just enough to glare playfully at him.

"You didn’t even give me time to process."

"You kissed me back!" he protested.

"I panicked!" she teased, laughing.

He rolled them over, pinning her gently to the bed with a grin.

"Say it again," he murmured, brushing her hair back from her forehead.

She pretended to think about it, tapping her chin dramatically.

"Hmm... I love—"

He leaned closer.

"You," she finished, nose bumping his.

He kissed her — soft and slow and smiling the whole time.

"Best panic attack ever," he whispered against her mouth.

She laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Idiot."

"Yours," he said.

"Mine," she agreed.

Always.

—

But outside the walls they built, the world kept spinning.

And not all of it was kind.

—

Another headline dropped the following week.

This time nastier. Sharper.

"Lando’s Focus in Question Again: Sources Say Romance Is a ‘Major Distraction’ for McLaren’s Golden Boy."

And worse — an anonymous "source" claiming Lando was “changing” — not as serious, not as hungry.

It was bullshit.

Lando knew it. The people who mattered knew it.

But still — it stung.

—

He found her sitting on the balcony that night, sketchbook in her lap, a cup of tea cooling by her side.

She looked up when he slid the door open.

"Hey," she said softly. "I saw."

He sank down onto the chair beside her, rubbing his hands over his face.

"You don’t have to keep doing this," he muttered.

"Doing what?"

"Dealing with the fallout," he said, voice tight. "It’s not fair to you."

She shut the sketchbook and set it aside.

"Lando," she said gently, "I don’t love you because it’s easy."

He looked up, heart aching.

"I love you because you’re the best thing that ever happened to me," she continued. "Even when it’s messy. Especially then."

He blinked hard, swallowing the lump rising in his throat.

"You’re sure?" he asked, voice cracking just a little.

She smiled — small, fierce, beautiful.

"Positive," she said. "Now shut up and come here."

He crossed the distance between them without hesitation, letting her pull him into her arms.

They sat there — curled up together under the dark sky, the world screaming beyond their little balcony, but the noise unable to touch them.

Not when they had each other.

Not when they had something this real.

—

Later, scrolling through his phone before bed, Lando grinned when he saw her latest text pop up.

Y/N: Tomorrow = karting rematch. No excuses, Norris. Prepare to lose.

Lando: You’re dreaming.

Y/N: I'm building a trophy shelf.

Lando: You're delusional. I love you.

Y/N: Love you more.

He turned off the screen, smiling into the darkness, and fell asleep with her heartbeat steady against his ribs.

And for once — the noise didn’t win.

They did.

———

Chapter 20: A Quiet Place, A Loud World

Their little world kept growing.

Not hidden. Not ashamed.

Just... theirs.

—

Late one night, curled up together on the battered old couch that had somehow become more home than anywhere else, Y/N pressed her cheek to Lando’s chest and whispered,

"Tell me a secret."

He smiled into her hair.

"Like what?"

"Like... something no one else knows."

He thought about it for a minute. Then said, "I used to dream about quitting."

She lifted her head, surprised.

"Quitting what?"

"All of it," he said softly. "The racing. The noise. The expectations. When it got bad, I used to think about just... disappearing."

Her eyes softened, her hand sliding up to cup his cheek.

"But you didn’t," she said.

"No," he said. "Because... because maybe I was waiting for something better to find me."

He looked at her — eyes wide, vulnerable, raw.

"And then you showed up," he whispered.

Her throat tightened painfully.

"I love you," she breathed, blinking back tears.

He smiled — small and broken and whole all at once.

"I love you more," he said.

—

They started talking about futures after that.

Not big sweeping plans. Just... dreams.

"What if we lived somewhere quiet?" Y/N said one night, curled into his side, tracing invisible lines over his chest. "A little house. A dog. Maybe a cat if you stop pretending to be allergic."

"I’m definitely allergic," he mumbled, half-asleep.

"Liar."

"Fine," he grinned. "But only if I get to name it."

"Deal," she said, laughing. "But I get veto power."

"Deal," he agreed, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.

They talked about road trips across Europe. Late-night drives with no destination. Sunday mornings spent fighting over who had to make pancakes.

It wasn’t if anymore.

It was when.

But the world wasn’t content to stay quiet forever.

The invitation arrived three days later.

McLaren Gala. Mandatory Appearance. Formal Attire Required.

An event. A spotlight. A battlefield.

And this time — they couldn’t hide.

—

They talked about it that night, sitting cross-legged on the bed, laptops open, tabs pulled up of tux rentals and dresses she wasn’t sure she’d ever feel comfortable wearing.

"You don't have to come," Lando said quietly, fiddling with the hem of his hoodie. "I’ll cover for you. Say you're sick. Say you’re busy. I don’t care."

Y/N closed her laptop and looked at him.

"Lando," she said firmly. "I'm not hiding. Not if you're not."

He searched her face, something wild and terrified and hopeful tangled in his eyes.

"You’re sure?" he whispered.

She reached across the bed, threading their fingers together.

"I’m sure," she said.

A beat of silence.

Then she smiled — wide, mischievous, a little shaky.

"But if we’re doing this," she said, "we’re doing it properly."

He laughed, the sound cracking open something deep inside him.

"Meaning...?"

"Meaning we’re gonna look so good they’ll have no choice but to talk about how lucky you are," she said, sticking out her tongue.

He lunged forward, tackling her onto the bed, both of them laughing so hard they couldn’t breathe.

The night of the gala, he saw her standing at the top of the hotel stairs — black dress hugging her curves, hair swept up, eyes catching the light like stars.

She was breathtaking.

Terrifyingly, heartbreakingly beautiful.

He met her at the bottom of the stairs, taking her hand in his without hesitation.

"You ready?" he whispered.

Y/N squeezed his hand once, sure and steady.

"With you?" she said. "Always."

—

The cameras exploded the second they stepped onto the carpet.

Flashes. Shouts. Questions.

But he didn’t let go of her hand.

Not once.

Not when the world stared. Not when people whispered.

He kept her close — proud, steady, unapologetic.

And when they finally slipped inside, breathless and laughing, he pulled her into a shadowed corner and cupped her face in both hands.

"You’re the bravest person I know," he whispered.

"You make it easy," she whispered back.

He kissed her, soft and sure, and if anyone caught it on camera, he didn’t care.

Let them see.

Let them know.

This was real. This was forever.

And nothing was going to tear it apart.

———

Chapter 21: The Space Between Heartbeats

They didn’t plan it.

They just... needed it.

Needed to get away. Needed a place where they weren’t Lando Norris and the girl everyone was watching. Where they could just be Lando and Y/N.

So they ran.

—

They packed the bare minimum — jeans, hoodies, sunglasses, battered sneakers — and drove hours out of the city until the world thinned out around them.

Fields. Mountains. Empty roads.

The cabin was tiny. Hidden in a tangle of trees, overlooking a glassy stretch of river.

Perfect.

Untouchable.

The kind of place where no one knew their names.

—

The first night, they sat on the porch, legs tangled together under a shared blanket, the sky spilling stars across the darkness.

Y/N leaned against him, her voice sleepy but sure.

"I missed this," she murmured.

He kissed the top of her head. "Me too."

"You know," she said after a long pause, "sometimes it feels like the rest of the world... doesn’t matter here."

He smiled into her hair. "That’s because it doesn’t."

—

Inside, the cabin smelled like woodsmoke and old books.

They moved around each other easily — brushing teeth side by side at the creaky sink, arguing half-heartedly over which side of the bed was "better" (it was the left, obviously, and Y/N won, obviously).

No makeup. No cameras. No rules.

Just them.

—

It happened quietly.

Softly.

Not rushed. Not planned.

—

Lando brushed her hair back from her face as they lay sprawled across the bed, the old mattress squeaking under their weight.

She smiled up at him, lazy and beautiful, and whispered, "What are you thinking?"

He ran his thumb gently along her jawline.

"That I’m really fucking lucky," he said.

Her smile faltered — not because she doubted it, but because sometimes love still felt too big to hold.

"You know you don’t have to say that, right?" she said quietly.

He frowned, shifting closer.

"I’m not saying it because I have to," he said. "I’m saying it because it's true."

She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing him in.

When she opened them again, they were shining.

"I love you," she whispered, voice cracking.

"I love you too," he said instantly, like breathing.

He kissed her — slow, careful — and she kissed him back like she was anchoring herself to the only thing that had ever felt steady.

—

Clothes fell away in clumsy, breathless pieces.

Laughter slipped between kisses.

Fingers shook a little — not from nerves, but from how much it meant.

Every touch said it louder than words ever could:

I'm here. I'm yours. I'm not going anywhere.

When he finally sank into her, it wasn’t frantic or desperate.

It was slow. Reverent. Real.

Their foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling.

No noise but the soft rustle of sheets and the quiet, broken whispers they shared between kisses.

—

"You're everything," he breathed against her skin.

She pressed her mouth to his shoulder, holding on tighter.

"So are you," she whispered back.

—

Later, tangled in the sheets, hearts still pounding, Y/N pressed her fingers over the steady thud of his pulse.

"The world can get louder," she said softly, tracing a circle over his chest. "I don’t care."

Lando caught her hand in his, kissed her knuckles.

"Let it," he said. "We already won."

Outside, the river whispered over stones. The trees creaked and sighed.

Inside — only the space between heartbeats.

Only them.

———

Chapter 22: Borrowed Time

The next morning felt like waking up inside a dream.

Sunlight spilled across the bed in soft puddles, the air cool and crisp through the cracked window.

Y/N stirred first, her arm thrown haphazardly across Lando’s stomach, her face smushed into his chest.

He was already awake, just... watching her. Committing every little detail to memory. The way her nose scrunched when the breeze hit her toes. The way her lips parted slightly, breath slow and even.

He never wanted to forget this.

Eventually, she cracked one eye open.

"You’re staring," she mumbled, voice raspy from sleep.

"Can you blame me?" he said, grinning.

She groaned and buried her face further into his chest.

"Gross," she said. "You're so gross."

He laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"You love it."

"I tolerate it," she said, but he could hear the smile in her voice.

They stayed like that — tangled up, half-asleep — until their stomachs rumbled in unison.

Y/N lifted her head, mock serious.

"Pancakes?" she asked.

He nodded solemnly. "It’s the only way."

—

They destroyed the tiny cabin kitchen together.

Flour everywhere. Eggshells in the sink. Syrup dripping down the counter.

Lando flipped a pancake so dramatically it hit the ceiling.

"LAN," she shrieked, laughing so hard she doubled over.

"Ten out of ten landing!" he yelled, throwing his arms up like an Olympic gymnast.

"You’re banned," she said, snatching the spatula from him.

He just grinned and stole a kiss while she was distracted, syrupy fingers slipping against her waist.

They ate standing up, giggling, licking syrup off their hands, stealing bites from each other’s plates.

It was stupid. It was messy.

It was perfect.

But reality doesn’t wait forever.

—

Later that afternoon, as they lounged lazily on the porch, Lando’s phone buzzed against the wood.

He ignored it at first.

Then a second buzz. A third.

Y/N reached over, grabbing it before he could.

"Who's spamming you?" she teased, pretending to squint at the screen.

Her smile faded.

"Lando," she said quietly, holding the phone out to him.

He took it, frowning.

A string of notifications.

Emails. Texts.

His PR team. Zak. Even a few drivers.

New headlines splashed across the top:

"Norris Romance Heating Up: Is the Pressure Getting to McLaren’s Star?" "Sources Suggest New Relationship May Threaten 2026 Contract Negotiations."

Beneath it, pictures — Him and Y/N at the gala. Holding hands. Laughing.

Frozen in a thousand flashbulbs.

Turned into clickbait.

—

He set the phone down carefully, like it might bite him.

Y/N didn't say anything right away.

Just scooted closer, resting her head against his shoulder.

"You’re gonna have to deal with this forever, aren’t you?" she said quietly.

He sighed, staring out at the river.

"Yeah."

A long beat of silence.

Then:

"You don’t regret it, do you?" she asked, so softly he barely heard her.

He turned immediately, cupping her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him.

"Not for a single second," he said fiercely. "I’d choose you every damn time."

Her eyes softened, filling with tears she didn’t try to hide.

"Good," she whispered. "Because I’d choose you too."

—

They sat there as the sun dipped lower — the world buzzing just outside the treeline, the future heavy but waiting.

Not easy.

Not quiet.

But together.

And that was enough.

———

Chapter 23: Choosing Forever

It wasn’t a decision they made overnight.

It wasn’t made with big speeches or ultimatums.

It happened like everything else between them — quietly, naturally, inevitably.

Y/N sat on the floor of Lando’s apartment, surrounded by half-packed boxes, holding up one of his old race suits like it was a sacred artifact.

"You’re seriously keeping this?" she teased, grinning.

"That’s vintage," he said, grabbing it from her hands and pressing it to his chest like a wounded soldier. "Historical."

She laughed, tossing a hoodie at his head.

"Fine. But it’s going in the 'shrine' closet."

He grinned, tackling her onto the pile of clothes, both of them laughing too hard to breathe.

They were doing it.

Building a real life. Moving in together.

Not because they had to. Not because the world expected it.

Because it was the next right thing.

Because home wasn’t a place anymore.

It was each other.

Of course, the world didn’t exactly make it easy.

The pressure didn’t stop.

If anything, it grew sharper.

A headline broke two days later:

"Sources Inside McLaren Concerned About Norris’ Focus Heading into 2026."

An anonymous quote — someone "close to the team" saying Lando’s relationship was a "distraction."

That he was "different."

That he was "softer."

The whispers turned into noise. The pressure turned into weight.

Team meetings got tense. Fans speculated. Media circled like vultures.

He got the call late one night.

Zak.

Serious. Careful.

"Lando," Zak said, voice crackling through the speaker, "we need you focused. The board's watching everything right now."

"I am focused," Lando said, jaw tight.

"You need to look focused too," Zak said. "Publicly. Especially now."

Translation: Choose carefully. Choose wisely.

Choose.

—

He hung up and found Y/N sitting on the couch, scrolling through a ridiculous meme account she swore kept her sane.

She looked up immediately.

"Bad?"

He didn’t answer. Just crossed the room and dropped onto the couch beside her, burying his face in her shoulder.

She ran her fingers through his curls, silent, steady.

"You don’t have to say anything," she whispered.

He lifted his head, heart pounding.

"I want to," he said.

He cupped her face in both hands, holding her like she might disappear if he let go.

"I choose you," he said fiercely. "Over the noise. Over the pressure. Over everything."

Tears welled in her eyes, spilling over before she could stop them.

"I choose you too," she whispered back.

And that was it.

Not a flashy decision. Not a press release.

Just two people choosing each other again and again and again — no matter how loud the world got.

———

Chapter 24: Win or Lose, It's You

The race weekend was brutal before it even began.

Everywhere Lando turned — reporters. Questions. Speculation.

"Has your relationship impacted your performance?" "Is the pressure getting to you?" "Is this the distraction McLaren was worried about?"

He handled it. He smiled. He answered carefully.

But inside, a knot twisted tighter and tighter with every word.

—

Y/N stayed out of the spotlight, like they agreed.

She didn’t want to make it harder. Didn't want to become another headline.

But she was there — quiet, steady, just beyond the paddock fences.

He caught glimpses of her between practice sessions — sitting cross-legged on the grass, sketchbook open in her lap, pretending not to watch his every move.

Their eyes would meet.

She'd smile — small, sure, like a lighthouse through the storm.

He'd breathe again.

—

On race day, it rained.

Not a drizzle. A full, chaotic downpour.

The track slick. The sky angry. The world holding its breath.

It was the kind of race that chewed up rookies and spat out veterans.

Every mistake magnified.

Every move scrutinized.

And Lando — Lando drove like his heart was on fire.

Not reckless. Not desperate.

Alive.

Sure.

—

Midway through, after a pit stop from hell, he dropped three places.

The team buzzed in his ear.

"Focus, Lando. You can still fight back."

He closed his eyes for half a second — saw her sitting in the rain, soaked but smiling, refusing to leave — and opened them with new clarity.

For her.

For them.

For himself.

He fought his way back — aggressive but smart, carving through the spray and the chaos.

Lap by lap. Corner by corner.

Until — P2.

Not the win.

Not the trophy.

But victory all the same.

—

After the checkered flag, soaked to the bone and shaking from adrenaline, he found her waiting by the barriers.

No cameras. No microphones.

Just her.

Y/N pushed the wet hair out of his eyes and smiled.

"You," she said, cupping his face, voice breaking, "you were incredible."

He laughed — half a sob, half a grin — and pulled her into a hug so fierce it lifted her off her feet.

"You’re my win," he whispered into her ear.

"And you’re mine," she whispered back.

They stood there — soaked. Laughing. Crying.

And for once, it wasn’t about headlines.

It wasn’t about contracts.

It was about this.

Them.

The only finish line that ever mattered.

———

Chapter 25: No More Hiding

The photos hit social media within minutes.

Not official portraits. Not staged PR shots.

Someone caught it — Lando, still dripping from the rain, still in his race suit, wrapping his arms around Y/N outside the paddock barriers, burying his face against her neck like the cameras didn’t even exist.

And for the first time — they didn’t care.

They didn’t flinch.

They didn’t run.

—

The internet exploded.

"Lando Norris and his girl: Paddock’s New Power Couple!" "Norris shows where his heart really is after stormy podium finish." "Real ones only: Lando and Y/N melt fans’ hearts after emotional race day."

The world finally saw it — not rumors. Not scandals.

Love. Real. Raw. Loud.

And they didn’t apologize for it.

—

The next day, Y/N sat beside him during a press day — quiet, off to the side, thumbing through a worn book while he fielded questions.

A journalist finally asked it straight:

"Lando, care to comment on the... touching moment we all saw after the race?"

He leaned into the microphone without hesitation.

"No comment," he said at first — then paused, glancing toward where Y/N sat curled up in a hoodie three sizes too big.

He smiled — wide, wrecked, unapologetic.

"Actually... yeah," he said.

He adjusted the mic slightly, the entire room hanging on his every word.

"I’m just lucky she puts up with me," he said, voice steady. "That’s all there is to it."

The reporters laughed. Cameras clicked.

But Y/N knew — because he looked at her when he said it — it wasn’t a joke.

It was the truth.

Simple. Unshakable.

Them.

—

Later, when they escaped the crowd and crashed onto the couch of his hotel room, Lando tugged her against him, pressing his mouth to the side of her head.

"No more hiding," he murmured.

Y/N smiled against his shoulder.

"Weren't hiding anyway," she whispered.

He laughed softly.

"No," he agreed. "We were just... waiting."

"For what?" she teased.

He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes.

"For the right person," he said simply.

Her heart cracked wide open in the best way.

"I guess we both won," she whispered.

He kissed her — soft, sure, forever.

And in that kiss was every promise they didn’t have to say out loud.

Because they already knew.

Together.

Always.

No matter what.

———

Epilogue: A Place to Land

Six months later.

The apartment was still a work in progress.

Half-finished photo walls. Plants that survived only because Y/N whispered threats at them. Lando’s old race suits shoved into the back of closets she was slowly conquering.

It wasn’t perfect.

It was home.

—

Sunday morning spilled sunlight across the kitchen, dust motes dancing lazily in the air.

Y/N leaned against the counter, sipping coffee out of a chipped mug Lando had refused to throw away because it "had character."

She wore one of his old shirts — faded, too big, sleeves slipping past her elbows.

Lando shuffled in a few minutes later, hair messy, sweatpants low on his hips, yawning like he hadn't slept in weeks.

"You look like death," Y/N said cheerfully, raising her mug in greeting.

He flipped her off half-heartedly and stole the rest of her coffee with a grin.

"Morning, sunshine," he said, pressing a kiss to her temple.

She snorted, reaching up to ruffle his hair.

"Big day," she teased.

He groaned dramatically.

"Don't remind me."

They had a dinner to attend later — something small, just close friends and family — to celebrate his latest podium.

A real, hard-fought one.

The first one after everything — after the storm, after the noise, after choosing each other loud and proud.

Y/N set her mug down and looped her arms around his neck, rocking them gently side to side.

"You nervous?" she asked.

He shrugged, nuzzling into her shoulder.

"Not about the dinner," he said quietly.

She pulled back just enough to look at him.

"But about...?"

He smiled — that small, shy, completely wrecked-by-love smile that still undid her every time.

"About asking you something later," he said.

Her stomach flipped, heart slamming against her ribs.

She opened her mouth — then closed it.

Then opened it again.

"Lando," she breathed, hands tightening around his hoodie, "if you’re asking what I think you’re asking... you already know the answer."

He kissed her — soft and slow and sure.

"I was hoping you’d say that," he whispered against her lips.

Later, tucked into the chaos of their tiny, perfect apartment, a small velvet box sat hidden at the back of a kitchen drawer.

He wasn’t nervous about it.

Not really.

Because some things — the real things — don't need grand gestures or fireworks or perfect timing.

They just need a place to land.

And he had found his.

Right here. Right now. With her.

Forever.

—

One year later.

The living room was a mess.

Half-unpacked boxes. A dog barking at a rogue sock on the floor. Lando wrestling with a flat-pack bookshelf like it had personally insulted him.

Y/N leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, a stupid grin pulling at her mouth.

"You know," she said, tapping her chin thoughtfully, "most people read the instructions."

Lando looked up, hair sticking out wildly, an allen key clutched between his teeth.

"Instructions are for quitters," he mumbled around it.

She snorted, walking over and plucking the key from his mouth.

"You," she said, dropping a kiss onto his forehead, "are a menace."

"And you," he said, grabbing her wrist and tugging her into his lap with a dramatic grunt, "love it."

She laughed, arms wrapping around his neck automatically.

"You’re lucky you’re cute," she teased.

He grinned — wide, wrecked, unashamed.

"You’re stuck with me, remember?" he said.

"Wouldn’t have it any other way," she said, resting her forehead against his.

—

The dog barked again — a yappy, ridiculous sound — and Lando groaned.

"You wanted a dog," he reminded her.

"You named him Max!" she shot back, laughing.

"It was that or Toto," he shrugged.

She laughed harder, burying her face in his neck.

"You’re an idiot," she whispered, affection bleeding through every word.

"Yours," he said.

"Mine," she agreed.

Always.

—

Outside, the world spun on — headlines, races, flights, pressure.

Inside, they built a life in stolen moments. Messy. Perfect.

A home with fingerprints on the walls, dog hair on the couch, and love tucked into every corner.

A place to land.

Always.

———

The end! :’)

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mysterious-moonstruck-musings · 3 days ago

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Closed Position Teaser

Closed Position Masterlist ||| Main Masterlist Dieter Bravo x OFC (Katarina)

Happy Tuesday my lovelies,

I come to you today with a Closed Position update and teaser. The good news is, the Week 9 chapter is almost complete. I have finally been bit by the Dieter writing bug, so I busted this out over the last 3 days. I'm thinking it will be around 11K words. It could be more or less. I still have one lengthy scene to write.

I'm really excited for this chapter. We will get both Dieter and Kat's POV as well as another surprise POV to reveal some things going on behind the scenes. We also get to hear from someone that we haven't really heard much from yet and we get the infamous redemption arc I mentioned previously for someone we love to hate.

Given that, as a teaser I have included two things. The first is an album from Dieter's camera roll. It is mentioned in the chapter and there is some hidden meaning behind all this....aside from the picture of Kat's ass. He just likes to look at it, okay?

The second is a snippet from this chapter. It doesn't give much away, but it does get those feels going. 🥺

📷 Dieter’s Camera Roll

🖊️Chapter Snippet

I made my way toward the dance studio for rehearsal. I immediately noticed that Dieter wasn’t there yet. I tried to ignore that empty feeling in the pit of my stomach that told me he wasn’t coming, but it was hard. That feeling intensified with each passing minute. After twenty minutes, I decided to pull up our song to keep myself occupied. I lay on the floor with my eyes closed as I thought through possible choreography for the week. Thirty more minutes passed and he was still a no show. I grabbed my phone to check if I had any messages. Nothing. He was almost an hour late. He wasn’t coming. I fought back tears at the realization. I don’t really know what I expected. I probably would have done the same thing if I were him, but I at least would have told him I wasn’t coming. I opened my messenger app and found his name. Me: Are you coming to rehearsal? I watched as the indicator changed to “Read” almost instantly. The three bubbles began bouncing indicating he was typing, but then stopped. This happened several more times before his reply finally came through. Dieter: I can’t do it today. I’m sorry. I tried, but I can’t. The tears that I had been holding in, finally fell. He didn’t have to say it. I could read between the lines. He was hurting. Because of me. I sat staring at the wall for a beat, forcing myself to feel the self inflicted pain that I deserved. I wiped the tears away, then glanced back down at my phone. Hopeful as I typed out a reply. Me: It’s ok. We can pick it up tomorrow. I waited, watching the bubbles bounce, pause, then start again. Dieter: Yeah, maybe.

I don't have an ETA for when this chapter is dropping, but I can say it will be soon. Hopefully sometime this week.

Please do sound off about your camera roll theories. I'm curious to hear what you're thinking on that. 😏

Until next time, 💜Mysty

P.S. In case you missed it...new fic in the works.

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just1cefor4ll · 9 hours ago

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—Trouble

You sit cross-legged behind Joost on the couch, fingers combing gently through his hair. A few colorful hair ties sit in your lap, ready to be put into the dutch mans overgrown hair. Joost tilts his head back slightly, giving you a playful look.

“What exactly are you doing to me, liefje?”

“You’ll see,” you say, trying to hide your grin. “Just trust the process.”

He chuckles. “That doesn’t sound suspicious at all.”

You carefully part his soft blond hair down the middle, gathering one side into a tiny pigtail. Then the other. His hair bounces slightly as you secure the last tie.

“There,” you announce proudly. “Perfect.”

He grabs his phone to use the front camera and bursts out laughing. “Oh my god. I look like I lost a bet.”

“You look adorable, actually,” you say, poking his cheek. “Like a toddler about to go to kindergarden for the first time.” “Great. That’s exactly the look I was going for,” he deadpans, then smiles at you. “You’re lucky I love you, schatje.” You lean in and kiss his nose. “I know.”

Joost wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his lap, pigtails still in full glory. “Alright. Now it’s your turn. I’m making you match me.”

You laugh. “´Sure mr. hairdresser, just don’t pull all my hair out.”

He grins. “I would never.”

And just like that a few minutes later you were sat on the floor between Joost’s legs, his fingers clumsily working through your hair. He’s concentrating way too hard for someone trying to make pigtails.

“You sure you know what you’re doing?” you ask, peeking up at him with a smirk.

“No,” he says flatly. “But I watched a YouTube tutorial like.. five minutes ago. I’m basically an expert.” You laugh, leaning back slightly into his knees. “Totally reassuring.” He grumbles something under his breath but keeps going. You feel him parting your hair—mostly evenly—and then tugging it gently into position.

“There. One down,” he says, tying off the first pigtail with a little pink scrunchie. “You’re gonna look so cute, moppie.”

You raise an eyebrow. “That’s a lot of confidence for someone who just got a hair tie stuck on his thumb.”

“That was part of the technique,” he says, completely unconvincing. “Now hold still, liefje. You're ruining my masterpiece.”

You try to stay still but end up laughing when he brushes a ticklish strand behind your ear. Finally, with a triumphant little “Ha!” he finishes the second pigtail.

“There,” he says proudly. “You look like trouble.”

You turn around and pose dramatically. “You mean adorable trouble?”

“The worst kind,” he grins, pulling you into his arms. “But you’re mine, schatje. So I guess I’ll allow it.”

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yeonmuse · 1 day ago

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ᥫ᭡ f!reader x Park Sunghoon ── 𝒢enre. Uni au. fluff, non idol enha. feats. ot7 [reqs are closed] ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓁ibrary ⛸️

⍣ ೋ AUTHORS NOTES . This is part of admins Enhypen University Special Event. This series also has slight connections to every series in said event so occasionally characters from the other members chapters may appear in this series as well.

˗ˏˋSUMMARY ´ˎ˗ Park Sunghoon doesn’t usually like getting close to new people, but when a little shows up to his place of work in need of skating lessons he finds himself getting oddly close to his older sister. He finds himself developing some uncontainable feelings while having to teach not only her little sister to skate, but her as well.

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ice cream you scream we’re all screaming

Though part of her had been wishing it would be just the two of them she had been somewhat grateful Sunghoon hadn’t asked her to go with him alone. Her newfound attraction towards him only made things far more complicated than they needed to be when it came to him. Though in her eyes it had been fully one sided, she was beginning to realize she saw him as something more than a friend and she knew that was a boundary that neither of them would ever cross because he only saw her as a friend.

As Sunghoon arrived at her place for the first time he found himself getting nervous, as he was bnow in uncharted territory, hell his own teammates had been here before he had so of course he had anticipating going inside, but for some reason he couldn’t get his feet to move – as if they had been cemented to the ground beneath him. Staring at the text in his phone she had sent only an hour prior he stares up at the apartment building before heading off inside making a beeline straight for the elevators and heading for the top floor.

He stood on the other side of the door and for a few seconds his mind had drifted off elsewhere. Sungoon was well aware that this wasn’t a date, nor would the two of them be alone together, so why the hell did he suddenly feel so any nerves pouring in as he raised his hand to knock on her door. Most of his nerves began to melt away as the door swung open and on the other side stood Junie with the biggest smile on her face.

“You’re here! Yn he’s here!’’ Before Sunghoon could fully process and greet her she had already been pulling him inside.

“My sisters still getting ready, she's been taking two hours just to find something to put on.’’ junie complains, making Sunghoon chuckle.

“Guess she’s just not as quick as you hm?’’

“She wishes, now that she’s older she always takes so long even when we’re just going to the grocery store she takes an hour.’’ Sunghoon couldn’t help but laugh at her little sister's complaints as the both of them took a seat on the couch.

“Only reason you get dressed so quickly is because you don’t dress yourself.’’ yn claps back as she strolls down the hall, a smile on her lips as she teases her sister.

“I do to dress myself!”

“Yeah you put them on yourself but our parents pick them out for you.’’ yn then looks over to Sunghoon, an amused smile on her lips “She’s been waiting for you to get here ever since she got out of school by the way.’’

“Oh, has she?’’ Sunghoon looks over to junie who was practically giving her older sister a death stare ( as much of a death stare you could give when you just look like an angry bunny anytime you get mad ).

“Don’t get your hopes up I just want the ice cream.’’

“Pft.’’ yn quickly turns her head trying her best to stifle a laugh.As young as her sister had been, her sass level was that of an adult and never failed to make her laugh.

By the time they all had finally gotten out the sun had started to set thus bringing along with it golden hour. Despite going out for only ice cream, Junie had somehow convinced them both to take her to the claw arcade, which only assisted in the loss of a total of twenty dollars between the two of them and no reward what-so-ever. Fully giving up on the claw machine Sunghoon just resulted in taking the two of them to a plushie store and letting the younger girl go crazy while the two of them caught up.

“You know you didn’t have to do this she’s already spoiled enough as it is.’’ yn comments watching as her sister ran around amongst other kids and adults talking in all of the different toys and stuffies.

“I want to, at least I know I won't be losing twenty dollars and getting nothing after getting one here.’’ he grambles, earning a laugh from her.

“Yeah those things are definitely rigged, there's absolutely no way you played as many times as you did and got nothing.’’ She laughs it off, leaning her back against the shelf of plushies behind herself.

“I’m sure she’ll be happy either way today, she loves practicing with you but i’m sure this means a lot more to her.’’

He wanted to ask her if she also loved practicing with him, if she valued her time with him as much as her sister did but their conversation was cut short as junie ran over with a plushie almost two times her size in her hands.

The rest of their outing had gone by smoothly, after the plushie shopping they’d stopped for food and shopped around before ultimately landing at their final stop for the day, the ice cream shop. Amongst the three of them, Junie was the most excited for this, Sunghoon having told her to go crazy gave her the opportunity to go all out with the things she wanted — which meant endless sprinkles, candy and caramel toppings. She and Sunghoon settled for something more subtle in taste, him going for their infamous mango ice cream while she went for the matcha.

“Thank you again for this, I've been so stressed with all the practices and assignments i’ve just needed to decompress, what made you ask me anyways?” she asks, her curiosity practically seeping at the seams as she took a bite if her ice cream

“I feel like my teammates have seen more of you than I have since the party.’’

“Ooh ounds like someones been missing me?’’ Obviously wanted she’d set it she was simply teasing, not expecting him to come out with any sort of answer. But as she shoved a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth the words fell from his lips so quick she’d nearly choked.

“I did.’’ She sat there spoon hanging halfway at her mouth eyes blinking as if she’d just heard the most shocking news in her life. She hadn’t expected his answer to be so blunt and forward yet he admitted to missing her without the slightest anchor of hesitation. It made her heart skip a beat and brought her even closer to the realization that she was in deep shit.

She was fully snapped back from her thoughts as she heard her sister laughing about something while showing Sunghoon what she had been watching on her sister’s phone the entire time. Sunghoon looked at her just as attentively as she would been it came to her. He didn’t seem bothered or annoyed by the constant interruptions between the two of them, he treated her as if she had been his own little sister. Wiping ice cream from her face or giving head pads while she sat there quietly watching her cartoons. Meanwhile every time he tended to Junie he seemed to completely miss the way that yn looked at him. It wasn’t the usual look she’d give him, behind her eyes glimmered something deeper. Right here in this ice cream shop she was staring to realize that what she felt towards him was no longer just simple attraction. She liked Park Sunghoon, and not in the friendship kind of way. The realization left her internally screaming as she knew that he would never house those same feelings for her because as he once said himself “we’re friends right?”.

The entire drive back to her house was silent as she sat wrestling with her feelings and whether or not it was a good idea or not. As they eventually arrived at her place and he scoops her younger sister into his arms she watches his back as he carries her inside, a night that was meant to be so happy turning somewhat somber. Shaking the thoughts from her head for now she follows him into the elevator seemingly missing the glances he’d send her way. While he stood there going back and forth in his own thoughts wondering if he should ask her out again she stood there seemingly deep in thought. The two stood in the elevator as quiet as ever the only sound interrupting their momentary silence being the ding of the elevator and the shuffling of feet as they stepped onto her floor.

“I’ll take her from here, you shouldn’t have to carry her all the way inside.” She spoke soberly not wanting to wake her sister as she unlocks the door before turning to take her into her arms. Sunghoon saw no reason to protest as they had already made it to her door.

“Thanks again for tonight.” She stood there staring at him as if she had been waiting for something, the hallway lights glimmering in her eyes made it so much harder to look away from her. They made it even more harder for him to make the decision he had been fighting with himself to make for the last hour, but of course he failed to ask. And as the two of them said their goodnights and she closed her door he let out a sigh, but not one of relief one of disappointment. He once again failed to ask her the question he’d long to ask since the moment he realized he saw her as more than a friend.

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synopsis — Park Sunghoon doesn’t usually like getting close to new people, but when a little girl shows up to his place of work in need of skating lessons he finds himself getting oddly close to her older sister. Now he’s starting to realize himself developing some uncontainable feelings while having to teach not only her little sister to skate, but her as well.

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anyknotrants · 2 days ago

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Prompt: Phone call

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It was one of those nights again. Running across the rooftops of Gotham, Dick was starting to ask himself if it was really worth it.

Sure, Red Hood was still a Crime Lord, but he mostly avoided them if anything. They stayed out of Crime Alley, he stayed out of the rest of Gotham. Mostly. It was *** work relationship, that didn’t really work, anyway. Hood still antagonized them, Batman still tried to catch him.

And they still had yet to find out who’s hiding under the hood. They still haven’t figured him out. Which, after almost three yeast since Hood’s appearance, was quite an accomplishment for him. Not that Dick will ever say that out loud.

What did change things up a bit for this particular chase, is that it was barely 2 pm, not really a time one would move drugs, but then again, that might have been the point. They all had to leave their current responsibilities and suit up specifically for this. Needless to say, Dick was not amused.

And if that wasn’t enough, even though it was still early, Gotham was getting darker by the minute. Thick, black clouds obscuring the sun. Undoubtedly preparing for a heavy rain.

“Hood’s in the warehouse, most likely waiting for us.” Came Tim’s voice through the coms,

“Enter through rooftops, stealth, don’t engage,” barked Batman right back. They all knew stealth was useless. Hood somehow alway knew where to look for them. It was creepy, and not something Dick really wanted to think about right now.

Still, for once they did as they were told, entering the warehouse through one of the many holes in the roof, hiding in the rafters, in the shadows.

And there Red Hood was, standing in the middle of the open floor plan, guns in his hands, but still pointed to the floor, his stance might seem casual to any outsiders, but those trained by the Bat could see that he was ready to attack a second notice.

“Come out, come out, little bats, I don’t have all day.”

A moment of silence, before Batman jumped down in front of him. It may not be the smartest thing to do with an armed crime lord, but then again, Hood proved himself to be competent and civil enough not to shoot on sight… anymore.

Dick, not waiting for permission, jumped after him, standing just a bit behind him to his left. Red Robin did the same, just on his left side.

By the grunt Batam sent their way, he was not pleased, but also aware that he really didn’t have much say on what they did anymore.

“Hood.” Batman growled, yet did not make any move. Not any visible one.

“Let’s make this quick,” Hood started, cocking his guns and pointing one at Batman and the other at Nightwing. It did sound some alarms in Nightwin head, but not as loud as they might have been three years ago. Hood was still a bit too trigger happy, but he no longer shoots unprovoked.

“You get out of my territory, no-one gets hurt and I’ll—”

Obnoxiously loud ringtone started blaring through the warehouse. It originated from Hood’s pocket, yet the crime lord seemed wistfully ignorant of it. His guns still pointed at them, not making a single move. This was a waiting game, at this point.

Ultimately, the ringing stopped, if only for a second, before starting again.

Something in Hood’s stance changed. Almost as if he just realized something. Something that didn’t make him really happy.

“...fuck, I actually do have to take this.” he uttered under his breath. Probably. It was hard to tell with the helmet.

“No-one moves.” he warned, pulling back the gun he had pointed at Nightwing, clicking the safety on and holstering it. He reached into one of his pocket, his gaze still *** at them, fishing out a phone and accepting the call.

“Mrs. Whitebone!” Red Hood greeted whoever was on the other side of the phone, giving all the bats a pause. He sounded… normal. All roughness and anger from his voice disappearing, replaced by normal, if a bit chiperly tone. Suffice to say it left them a bit dazed, especially since he was still very obviously pointing his gun at Batman.

“I’m really sorry I’m kinda in the middle of….. she did what?” And what? Now he sounded almost proud?? Who was he talking to? Who was he talking about???

“Damn, did she win?” Dick resigned himself to understanding anything that was happening.

“I can’t, sadly, but I’m sure I can call my husband to take care of it.”

And that— what?????

The clicked away on his phone a bit, still keeping half an eye at the bats. Not that any of them would try anything right now. Everyone, even Bruce, was intrigued as to what was actually happening.

“Hey, love……yeah no, I need you to go pick up Li from school…..well, your daughter got into a fight…. no, I know she’s my daughter as well, but I’m in the middle of something—.... I’ll cook dinner for the rest of the month…. yeah I do that anyway…..thanks…. yeah, yeah, love you too.” With these final words, he ended the call and pocketed his phone, turning to look back at the bats. Not like any of them really were any threat to him right now. Not with the whiplash he just gave them.

“Now, where were w—” he started, cocking his gun, but was cut off before he could continue his evil monologue.

“YOU HAVE A HUSBAND???”

“YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER???”

Tim and Dick shouted at the same time, completely ignoring Batman's pointed look and the gun pointed at them. They both stared with their eyes blown wide. To hell with professionalism, this was big. They need details.

“Yeah? So what?” he growled, making a grab for the gun he holstered when he picked up the phone.

“Since when?” Dick exclaimed, his voice cracking at the end a bit.

“Not of your fucking bussiness, but if you must know, two years. Now get the fuck out.”

“Nope, nope, nope, I need details.” Was this stupid? Probably, but if there was one thing Dick was, it was a gossip queen, and he needed the details.

“Jesus fuck, you’re supposed to be trying to bring me in, not interrogate me about my lovelife, Dichibird.” Hood huffed out, sounding more annoyed than anything. But to the surprise of all, he actually pulled back the guns, and holstered them. Still kept at least one hand on them, but no longer pointing them at him. And Dick wasn’t about to look a gifted horse in the mouth or however that saying went.

He also had a nickname for him! That was nice—

Wait.

“What did you just call me?” he asked, letting his voice drop a bit. There was only ever one person that called him that, and that person was dead. Sure, it could be a coincidence, but Dick stopped believing in them a long time ago.

Hood freezed for a moment, like a deer caught in the headlights. Which was actually the first they saw him like that. And a glowing evidence that it was something deeper.

There was a tense silence

“You know what? Fuck this, I’m not dealing with this family drama right now.” Red Hood decided, taking advantage of their shock, shot grapple to one of the broken windows and got the hell out of there.

By the time they went to follow, he was already gone.

Bruce sent Dick home, saying he and Tim will handle the patrol alone. It was clear Nightwing was really not up for it right now. Not that anyone could blame him. Hood just used his dead brother’s nickname.

And that was a can of worms Dick was not opening tonight.

Instead he lied in his bed, trying desperately to get his mind off of Jason. Not that he was really successful.

After a tortuous 30 minutes, he gave up deciding talking to someone might just help.

Wally was on a mission with Barry, Donna also wasn’t available, but there was one more close friend of Dick that he could call.

“Hey Dick, what’d ya need?” Answered Rox after the fourth ring.

“Hey Roy! How’s it going? I’m not interrupting, am I?” Dicks hot right back, already feeling just the tines a bit better hearing his friend’s voice.

“Not at all! So, is this a social call or do you need something?”

“Social call actually. I haven’t heard from you in a while, how’s it been? Is Lian doing okay?” The tiny girl was one of the most adorable human beings Dick’s ever met, and it also helped that Lian herself liked him as well.

“Nah, she’s fine. Got into a school fight today though. She wasn’t the one to start it, but she was the one to finish it.” Roy sounded way too proud of that. Not that Dick could really blame him.

“Oh? Do tell me more.” Dick got more comfortable in his bed, after all, Roy’s stories tended to be long, and a bit dramatic if you ask certain people. It was also just what Dick needed.

“Okay so–” Roy launched into the story of how one of the kids was being an asshole, and how Lian handled it. Dick listened to the whole thing. But unknown to him, there was also another person listening in. The one that was in the same room as Roy, preparing dinner, and trying very hard not to laugh at his brother. He succeeded…mostly.

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This is kinda shit, I don’t care, I wrote this at like 3 am yesterday, too lazy for to read and redo it, deal with it

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inkspiredwriting · 2 days ago

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Without her

Five Hargreeves x reader

A/N: Hey, this was a sweet request from @llawlietswif I hope you like it, and even if you don't please let me know

Warnings: none

It was rare—almost unheard of, really—that Five slept in. But that morning, the sunlight was unusually gentle, the blanket warm, and the absence of doomsday-level threats meant he actually got a solid night’s sleep. So when he blinked open his eyes and saw the clock blinking 10:30 a.m., his first reaction was confusion. The second reaction, however, was alarm.

Y/n was not in bed.

Now, under normal circumstances, a missing spouse might not warrant a full-blown panic. But this was Five. A man who had lived through a post-apocalyptic wasteland. A man who had seen timelines bend, break, and collapse. A man with trust issues not just with people, but with reality itself.

He sat up sharply, hair sticking up at odd angles, still wearing a T-shirt that read "World’s Grumpiest Genius." He looked to Y/n’s pillow. Cold. Her phone was not in its usual place. Her shoes were gone. The house was too quiet.

“Y/n?” he called, already swinging his legs out of bed. “Are you here?”

No answer.

He walked into the hallway, calling her name again. Still nothing.

Bathroom—empty.

Kitchen—empty.

He even opened the pantry door for a second and peered in, like she might have inexplicably decided to hang out between the flour and the cereal boxes.

Then came the garden. Also empty. He stared at the tomato plants like they might give him answers.

"Okay, don't panic," he muttered to himself, tugging a hand through his hair. "She probably just went out to grab something. Like... fruit. Or... emergency jam."

He pulled out his phone and called her. Straight to voicemail.

“Great,” he muttered. “She was either kidnapped or I’ve slipped into another cursed timeline.”

He called again. Voicemail.

He called Allison. No answer.

Viktor. No answer.

"Okay," Five said to himself, pacing in a circle in the living room. "If I were Y/n, and I decided to disappear without warning, where would I—wait, why would I disappear without warning?"

Out of mild desperation, he even checked the laundry room, just in case. Then the closet. Then, in a move he would never live down, he actually crouched and checked under the bed.

At this point, he was about thirty seconds from teleporting to every coffee shop in town.

By the time 2:00 p.m. rolled around, Five was sitting on the couch with a scowl so deep it could have split the Earth’s crust. He had made himself coffee and promptly forgotten it, and now it sat cold and bitter beside him. His arms were crossed. He had called Y/n’s phone at least seven times, and left a voicemail that could only be described as "angrily affectionate."

Then—finally—he heard the jingle of keys at the door.

Y/n stepped in, laughing, with Allison and Viktor behind her, carrying shopping bags and to-go cups. All three looked happy, relaxed, and completely unaware of the emotional hurricane Five had been through.

“Oh, finally,” Five snapped, rising from the couch. “Look who decided to show up after vanishing off the face of the earth for four hours!”

Y/n blinked. “Hi to you, too?”

“Where have you been?! I woke up, and you were gone. I checked the entire house. I looked in the pantry, Y/n.”

“You looked in the pantry?” Allison started to laugh.

Viktor added with a smirk, “Did you also check the freezer?”

“I almost did,” Five admitted, with the sort of self-righteous glare only a 51-year-old man trapped in a 30-year-old body could manage.

“I turned off my phone,” Y/n said, apologetic but clearly holding back laughter. “I just wanted a relaxing day. I didn’t think you’d wake up before noon.”

“I never sleep in!” Five said, waving a hand. “It was one time!”

Y/n walked over and kissed his cheek. “You’re cute when you panic.”

“I wasn’t panicking. I was doing a thorough sweep.”

“You looked in the pantry,” she repeated with a giggle.

“That was part of the sweep,” Five muttered.

Viktor patted his shoulder. “You know you’re whipped, right?”

Five ignored him. “Next time? Just leave a note. Or a post-it. Or a breadcrumb trail. Anything.”

Y/n grinned and slid her arms around his waist. “You really got that worried?”

“Yes,” he grumbled, wrapping his arms around her anyway. “Because you are the most important person in my life, and when I woke up and you were gone without a trace, I thought maybe the universe finally realized it screwed up by giving me something that good.”

“You’re so romantic,” she teased.

“Don’t push it.”

Allison and Viktor were now cracking up on the couch, and Y/n whispered into Five’s ear, “I love you.”

He sighed, kissing her temple. “I love you too. Even if you cause me minor heart attacks.”

“And next time, I’ll leave a note in the pantry,” she promised.

#five hargreeves imagines #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x you #number five imagine #number five x reader #the umbrella academy #number five #number five one shot #five hargreeves

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terzosboyfriend · 2 days ago

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Hmmmm could I request, perhaps, Rain fucking someone and like a week later they end up pleasantly surprised that they're laying a bunch of soft, squishy frog-like eggs in the nearest body of water? Could that someone be, perhaps, Swiss?

-⛈️

Ough yessssss, I also have another Ovi related request in my inbox that I'll probably do after this one XD

Mentions of Rain X Swiss but it's just Swiss in this :3

Oh also trans!swiss cause fuck you

Cw for egg laying, overstimulation, squirting, multiple orgasms

Under the cut or on AO3

Swiss let out a soft groan as he stretched his body out, looking out at the lake with a smile. He hadn't gone swimming in a while, and honestly, with how warm the night was, he only felt it was right.

He was the only one outside. It was not entirely surprising, given it had nearly been midnight when he finally pulled his swimsuit on and made his way out to the water. If he was being honest, the only reason he even put the swimsuit on was so he didn't have to strip down too much. He hated swimming with anything on. It felt like it "weighed him down" in his words.

So naturally, just as expected, he was pulling his swim shorts off and dropping them onto the towel he'd brought and laid out on the grass. The ghoul looked around one final time before he was walking into the water. It was colder than he'd expected, not terribly cold or anything, just more so than he thought it was.

His tail flicked a couple times as he carefully treaded deeper and deeper into the water, eventually making it far enough to dive into it properly. He swam under the water and looked around, the darkness making him unable to see more than maybe ten feet ahead of him. But then he was going back to the surfact, gasping in a breath of air before slicking his hair back so it was out of his face.

Something about this was peaceful, calming in ways he hadn't felt in a while. That seemed to last all of a few minutes, though, because the ghoul was gasping out a noise of pain and pleasure? A hand had quickly moved down to his cunt, trying to see why exactly he had felt shifting inside of him the way that he had.

He didn't feel anything, though, but the sensation was still there. He gave a soft chitter at that, quickly swimming back over so he could plant his feet on some solid ground within the water.

Swiss let out a soft huff, suddenly feeling something properly shifting inside of him. He gasped out a moan as it seemed to press against his most sensitive spot, moving further up so he could sit down in the water.

Once he'd seated himself, two fingers had quickly shoved inside of his cunt, trying to dig and find the source of all of this. And then he felt it, something soft and squishy, the ghoul chittering as he just barely couldn't reach it from the angle.

Instinctively, he tried to use the muscles inside of him to push it out, fingers staying where they were so he could simply grasp it. Thankfully, it didn't seem to take much effort, the ghoul's fingers wrapping around it.

Pulling it out, he let out another sweet noise, bringing it above the water so he could try and see what exactly it was. It took him maybe a couple seconds before he'd realized. Eggs. Rain's eggs specifically. The ghoul let out a loud whine, head tipping back as he let it fall into the water. "D-Damn it, Rainy..." He huffed out, already starting to feel more shifting.

The two ghouls had sex one time last week, so it had to have been then. How could he have not realized that Rain was fertile then? How could he not have realized the ghoul laid them inside of him?

The questions had very quickly been interrupted with a particularly noticeable shift, Swiss gasping out yet another moan before slapping his hand over his mouth. The last thing he needed was a sibling or another ghoul that would happen to be walking by to hear him. He didn't want anyone seeing him like this, anyone except for maybe Rain. It wasn't like he could call him over, though. He'd left his phone in his room to be sure he didn't ruin it with water.

Swiss was breathing fast and hard as he felt them shifting. All he could do was let them come out on their own, using his muscles to help them a bit. He'd be lying if he said his small dick wasn't begging for attention, though, his hand snaking down under the water to find it. He put his clit comfortably between his middle and ring finger, starting to slowly rub it back and forth to at least relieve a little bit of the need.

It wasn't long until he could feel one properly working its way out, the ghoul squeezing his cunt to help assist in the process. His eyes had rolled to the back of his head when he felt it pop out, biting his bottom lip to try and muffle his moan.

His hand had picked up its pace now, Swiss breathing hard as he tried his best to support his body with the one arm. And then he could feel not only one, but two shifting inside of him, them both seeming to want to come out back to back. He clenched around them, his body trying its best to fight his want to get them out. They were pressing so comfortably against that sweet spot, resulting in Swiss scooting further back so only his waist was in the water, knees peeking out of it. He shifted from leaning on his hand to leaning on his forearm instead, giving another sweet moan as he started to move with the pleasure.

It was so much for him, but there was literally nothing he could do other than help coax them out of himself. The two eggs finally continued to make their way to the entrance, the ghoul squeezing his muscles and making both of them pop out quickly. The feeling had him gasping out for air, and before he could even stop himself, his hand was rubbing hard and fast at his clit.

Gasping out a loud moan, the multi ghoul was cumming hard body twitching in the water as he worked himself through it. He didn't seem to take into account that he had no idea how many eggs were inside of him, information that he really wished Rain had provided him. This was because the second he had come down from his high, he realized he had another two eggs inside of him trying to work their ways out. These two didn't feel like they were right next to each other, though, one farther down than the other.

He had to wait out the last of his orgasm before he could even do anything though, the way his cunt clenched around them wouldn't have allowed them to move anyways. The ghoul let out an array of chitters and chirps when he tried his best to keep squeezing them out. "Fuck..." He breathed out, head falling back again as he tried to relax with it.

Swiss' hips had twitched, and he was gasping out in painful pleasure when the two egvs finally decided to shift. One managed to make its way down face, but the other seemed to get stuck right up against his sweet spot. It didn't take much for him to get that first one to pop out thankfully, but the other was refusing to budge.

He was trying his best and had hopes that he wasn't going to need to touch himself anymore, but when he felt another two shifting only to get stuck behind the one egg, he knew he had to keep touching himself. With a soft chitter and a painful gasp, the ghoul carefully returned his fingers to his small dick.

Eyes rolling back and legs shaking, he forced himself to continue the stimulation, rubbing his clit at a semi-normal speed. He was gasping out a loud moan of pain, his hips instinctively twitching to try and get away, but he couldn't stop. No, he wouldn't stop.

The faster this was all over with, the faster he could relax. So his hand picked up its pace, hips continuously twitching and trying to pull away. Thankfully, it didn't take more than another ten seconds for the egg to shift, allowing the three of them to shift down fast.

The three slid out with ease, the sensation of one after another popping out, making his eyes roll back. He had a feeling he only had one left now. Usually, Rain's clutches were rarely any bigger. So when he felt it shift inside of him, it deciding to take its sweet time to work its way out, his hand was picking up and rubbing at his clit fast.

His pain had very quickly turned into overwhelming pleasure, the ghoul gasping and moaning loud yet again. "C-C'mon!" He cried out, hips bucking up and out of the water.

Finally, finally, he could feel it so close to being out of him. His hips raised up and out of the water entirely now, the ghoul using the angle to rub as hard and fast as he could at his poor clit.

And there it was, it was popping out and falling into the water. He let out a loud cry of a moan, eyes rolling back as he came harder than the last time. He could feel his fluids gusb out of him, the sound of it all spraying onto the water being somewhat crude, in fact. He shook hard as he worked his way through it, eventually letting out a shaky whine and laying back in the water. "F-Fuck..." Rain was so dead.

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curly-fry-3 · 2 days ago

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Ok I’m dying for your dad dean fics they’re healing my daddy issues

So I wanted to request one 😛

I’ve had this idea while daydreaming in class but I’m too lazy to write it

It’s like that one scene in mordern family

So dean isn’t actually her father but rather a father figure like Bobby is to him

And she has a shitty dad but still loves him and he’s a hunter so he’s gone most of the time while dean and sam take her under thier wing

her dad promised to take her out for her birthday and she gets all excited for it and then waits for him to show up but he never does and dean then makes up for it and spends the day with her to cheer her up

Hope you get what I mean and take the time you need if you even want to write it

Anyway I love your fics so please don’t die

𖦹Daddy Issues𖦹

summary𖦹 Dean steps up when your father refuses to

pairing𖦹 father figure!Dean Winchester x teen!Reader

word count𖦹 713

notes𖦹 Am I writing instead of prepping for finals? yes :). Also I feel like its been forever since ive written so this might be a little doc sorry.

Thank you for the support, ill try my best not to die

Dean was watching as you excitedly ran around the bunker, packing your things. Your birthday was coming up and your father had reached out, saying he was gonna take you out to celebrate. The thing is, your dad wasnt really there for you. He had a habit of leaving you for a hunt and not coming back for months or, promising to see you and bailing for a hunt that just cant be ignored. Thats where Dean comes in. Whenever your father feels the need to ignore you, he drops you off at the bunker–you basically live there.

Dean cares for you like your his own. Hes done a lot more loving, worrying, and nurturing than your father ever has, and right now hes really worried. He knows how exited you are to go out with your dad, but he also knows that there is a very high chance your dad wont show.

He didnt want to burst your buble but he couldnt let you get your hopes up. As you were messily packing a bag in your room, he tried to remind you that your father hadn’t always followed through with his promises. You would wave him off everytime claiming that this time would be different, its my birthday–he cant miss my birthday.

After you were all ready, Dean waited with you outside the bunker. You were rocking back and forth on your feet, so exited you could hardly contain it. He carefully watched you while constantly checking his phone, your father was already thirty minutes late and he wasnt answering any of his messages. Another thirty minutes passed and your smile had faded, you knew what this ment.

Dean is leaning against the trunk of the impala as you turn to him, looking down at your shoes, “hes not coming, is he?”

He slowly aproches you, looking down at the top of your head “im sorry sweetheart, im sure theres an important reason” He tried to give your father the benefit of the doubt.

You sniffly lightly before blinking away your tears and meeting his gaze, “theres always something thats more important.”

His shoulders slump when he sees your broken expression “oh sweetheart, come’re”

He says before extending his arms out, inviting you into a hug.

You melt into his embrace instantly as you try to hold back tears “Im so stupid for thinking he would come. He never changes, he never chooses me first”

He rubs your back comfortingly “you are not stupid. He should be choosing you. Hes stupid for leaving you here. I wanna keep trying to defend him, say that he doesnt understand what hes doing, but he knows he should be here. Im so sorry.”

You keep yourself tucked in Deans arms as he consoles you “You dont need your father to be here to have a great birthday. We can celebrate, do anything you want”

You slightly pull away and look up at him with glossy red rimmed eyes “anything?”

He reaches up to wipe a tear off your cheek and smiles gently “anything.”

You take a couple seconds to think of something before responding, “well, all I really wanted was to see my dad but, you’ve done more for me than he ever has. I just want a chill night in, maybe we can have some pie”

His heart melts “we can get you a pie, sweetheart. I’d do anything for you, cause I love you, you know that right? Cause youre family and family takes care of eachother.”

You nod “I know, I love you too”

“Good” he pulls away from the hug and picks up your forgotten overnight bag “how bout we head inside and get some comfy clothes on? Do you wanna come to the store with me to get some pie, or you wanna just doordash”

You follow him down into the bunker, “doordash, i'm not leaving this house again tonight”

He nods, placing your bag down by the door and pulling out his phone “i'll get the order started, and I want you to put your favorite PJs on and go pick out something for us to watch”

Before you make your way to your room, you give him one last hug, “Thanks De.”

He reciprocates, “of course Sweetheart.”

im sorry if there are any typos

@aetherawasneverhere @mfstargirlsworld @childofjove

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kathlare · 1 day ago

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look up at the stars

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie surprises the boys by showing up unexpectedly, breaking the silence that’s hung between her and Lando since their kiss in Hawaii.

Wordcount: 3.4 k

Warnings: none

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August 11th, 2020 - Barcelona, Spain

The restaurant buzzed with the low hum of chatter and clinking glasses. It wasn’t anything extravagant—just a little tucked-away spot near Passeig de Gràcia the boys liked to hit when they were in Barcelona. Dark wood tables, low lighting, endless tapas. No cameras. No fans. No chaos. Just them, and dinner, and beer that always arrived too quickly and disappeared even faster.

George was halfway through a rant about tire degradation when the door creaked open.

—So then I’m like, ‘Why the fuck are we doing mediums when it’s basically lava out there?’ and my engineer goes—

—You’re kidding.— Alex leaned back in his chair, eyebrows raised. —No one actually believed that was a good idea?—

—Mate, they always think it’s a good idea. Until I’m sliding around like I’m in Frozen.—

Lando snorted into his glass, but he wasn’t fully there. He hadn’t been all night. His phone was face-down. He kept fidgeting with the paper napkin, folding and unfolding it like he was trying to give origami anxiety. And Max’s stupid comment from earlier was still echoing in his head.

"Maybe she’ll show up."

She wasn’t going to. She hadn’t been to a race since Hungary. She'd bailed on both Silverstones. She was probably still in Hawaii, wrapped in silk robes and poolside coconut drinks, filming fake murders and pretending she hadn’t ghosted him since... the kiss.

Fucking kiss.

Stupid, perfect, maddening kiss.

And now they were just "friends" again.

Except he wasn’t sure if they ever were. Or if he could still pretend to be.

The door creaked again.

Charles looked up. —Madre mía.—

Lando’s head snapped toward the entrance.

There she was.

Amelie.

Wearing a loose white linen button-down over a tiny black top, high-waisted jeans, her hair up in a careless bun, and her mask tugged down under her chin, already fanning herself with her phone like she’d sprinted the whole way.

—Did I miss the bread basket? Because if I did, I swear to God I’m leaving.—

For a second, nobody said anything.

George blinked. Alex blinked. Charles actually dropped his fork. Lando just stared.

She waved. —You guys look like you’ve seen a ghost.—

—Holy shit,— Alex finally said. —You’re alive.—

—Barely. Barcelona traffic is a war crime.— Amelie made her way to the table, eyes scanning for an empty chair. —Also, who chose this restaurant? There’s like five steps to get in. I’m sweating in places I didn’t know I had.—

Charles stood, moving his jacket off the chair beside him. —You didn’t tell me you were coming.—

—I know. Surprise.— she grinned, and it almost reached her eyes.

Lando still hadn’t said anything.

Amelie didn’t look at him.

She sat down, grabbed a menu she definitely wasn’t going to read, and sipped the water Charles poured her like it was tequila. She hadn’t seen Lando since July. Since Hawaii. Since the kiss.

Fuck. The kiss.

He still hadn’t said anything.

—So, Hawaii, huh?— George asked, casually stabbing a croqueta with his fork like it had personally offended him. —You done filming rich white people killing each other or whatever that show is about?—

Amelie smirked, eyes flicking toward him. —That NDA says I can neither confirm nor deny that statement.—

—You bailed on both Silverstones,— Alex added, feigning betrayal as he reached for the olives. —We had a pint poured for you and everything. Just sat there. Getting warm. Dying alone.—

—Okay, Romeo, relax,— she said, chuckling softly.

Still, she could feel it—Lando’s silence. Thick. Uncomfortable. Like the way too-warm air felt after you’d been inside with the A/C blasting. Her skin prickled.

She finally looked at him.

He was already looking at her.

Of course he was.

He looked tired, in the way that meant not sleeping properly rather than just finished FP2. His curls were messier than usual, his mask tugged down and forgotten, jaw tense as he blinked at her like she wasn’t real.

—Hi,— she said, small. Barely audible over the clatter of plates and George still ranting about strategy.

Lando didn’t blink. —You didn’t tell me you were coming.—

Her heart stuttered. She shrugged, looking away too quickly. —Didn’t tell anyone.—

—That doesn’t count,— Lando said, quieter now, but it still cut through everything. —You tell me shit. Always.—

Amelie fiddled with the condensation on her water glass, nails picking at the edge. —Not always.—

—Yeah. That’s the problem.—

Charles glanced between them, brows lifting slightly like he was trying to put together a puzzle he hadn’t realized was in front of him. George and Alex, bless their clueless souls, were still talking tires and tuna tartare, oblivious to the tension thickening by the second.

—Mate, I swear, if the FIA doesn't sort that out by Spa, I'm rioting,— George muttered, tossing a napkin dramatically onto his lap.

Alex nodded along, still chewing. —It’s always Spa with you. You say that every year.—

Amelie forced a smile, but her spine was stiff. Her eyes flicked to the menu, though the words swam uselessly. Not that she was hungry. Her stomach had been twisting since she stepped out of the cab and saw the dimly lit windows of the restaurant.

Lando still hadn’t looked away.

She could feel it. Like his gaze was pressing on the side of her face, peeling back the layers she’d spent weeks building up. Since Hawaii. Since she’d told him it meant nothing, when it obviously had.

Because nothing meant something. That’s how everything between them always went.

She set the menu down.

—So, uh...— she cleared her throat, smiling a bit too wide —how’s the championship fight? Still pretending to like each other, or have the claws finally come out?

Charles scoffed. —Alex almost punched me in the sim room last week.—

—Because you brake tested me, you dickhead.—

—Boys,— George interjected, raising his glass like a white flag. —Please. Let’s not make Amelie regret coming back from her secret island cult.—

She laughed lightly, a sound she didn’t quite feel. Her hand found the edge of the table, thumb brushing the wood like grounding herself.

Lando’s voice was low when it came. —It’s been five weeks.—

She knew what he meant. Five weeks since she left Hawaii. Five weeks since she kissed him. Five weeks of pretending it didn’t happen.

—You counting?— she said without thinking, her tone flat, teasing, but also tired. Defensive.

He leaned forward just slightly, elbows resting on the edge of the table. —You ghosted me, Ames. I think I earned the right to count.—

The name. God, it hurt. Her throat tightened.

—It wasn’t ghosting. I was working. Busy.—

Lando raised an eyebrow. —Too busy to send one fucking text?—

That silenced her.

The table had gone quiet. Charles was frozen halfway to sipping his wine. George and Alex were staring now too, finally catching up. The tension was impossible to ignore.

—You two good?— George asked, brows knitted, cautiously amused.

—Peachy,— Amelie muttered, grabbing her water again.

Charles frowned. —Wait. Did something happen?—

Amelie’s heart kicked. Her grip on the glass tightened.

Lando didn’t say anything. Just exhaled sharply through his nose and looked down at his plate like it had insulted him.

Charles turned to her, expression softening. —You okay?—

She nodded too quickly. —I’m fine. Really.—

A beat. Then she laughed, trying to clear the air. —God, I forgot how intense these dinners get. Did you all make a pact to emotionally waterboard each other or...?—

Alex cracked a smile, clearly trying to steer the ship back to calmer waters. —No, that’s just George. He thinks being emotionally available makes him a better driver.—

George raised his hands in faux surrender. —You’re just mad because I cried watching Marley & Me and still qualified higher than you.—

—Bastard,— Alex mumbled, half-laughing.

Amelie played along, lips twitching into a smirk, but her eyes flicked back to Lando. He was swirling the condensation on his glass, jaw clenched. That nerve near his temple—the one she used to poke when he was stressed—was twitching.

He hadn’t touched his drink.

She knew she should say something. Crack a joke. Apologize. Explain. Anything.

But her mouth was dry, and her hands were cold, and that part of her—the one that always panicked when things got too close—was screaming at her to run.

Instead, she stayed seated.

—So, uh,— she began, tongue heavy —how’s the car?—

It was stupid. So stupid. Like asking how the weather was after a hurricane.

Lando finally looked up at her, and it wasn’t angry. Not exactly. It was worse. Disappointed. Hurt. Like she’d taken something from him he didn’t know how to ask back for.

—Fast,— he said simply.

She nodded. —That’s... good.—

Charles cleared his throat and took mercy on them all. —So, Amelie, are you back for good, or is this just a surprise pop-in before you disappear again into the Hollywood jungle?—

—Back until the end of September,— she replied, grateful for the shift. —I’ve got press, some promo stuff, a few shoots. You know. Nothing dramatic.—

George leaned in, eyes narrowing in mock suspicion. —Wait. You haven't been to a race since Hungary, right? July?—

—July 19th,— Lando said without missing a beat.

Silence.

George blinked. —Weirdly specific, but okay.—

—Well, someone’s keeping receipts,— Alex muttered under his breath.

Charles gave Lando a pointed look. Then turned back to Amelie. —Why haven’t you come back? To a race, I mean.—

Amelie hesitated. She felt Lando’s stare before she saw it. Her throat bobbed. —I’ve been... busy. And it’s not exactly easy flying back and forth. Protocols. Testing. Quarantine.—

—You were in Hawaii,— George pointed out.

—Yeah,— she said. —For work.—

—And we were there too,— Alex added, sipping his drink slowly, eyes narrowing slightly. —But then you bailed on Silverstone... both times. Even with us all there. Even Callum came, and that man makes stone look warm.—

That made her crack a real smile. —Don’t drag Callum. He’s just misunderstood.—

—He once looked me dead in the eye and said “I’ll break your knees if you make her cry again.” What exactly is misunderstood about that?— George said.

Amelie shrugged. —He was in a good mood that day.—

Laughter hummed around the table again, light but laced with an undercurrent of curiosity that hadn’t quite left.

Charles tilted his head, folding his arms on the table. —So why now? What made you come tonight?—

She opened her mouth, but her answer stalled. Because what could she say? Because I missed him? Because I’m tired of pretending that kiss didn’t flip my world upside down? Because I keep dreaming about him and it scares the shit out of me?

—Because I wanted to see you guys,— she said instead, plastering on a smile.

—All of us?— Lando asked, voice quiet.

Her eyes locked on his. It was a challenge. A question with a loaded gun behind it.

She didn’t look away. —Yeah. All of you.—

The boys fell quiet again, understanding creeping in even if they didn’t have all the puzzle pieces. Lando did. He always had.

Lando suddenly pushed his chair back a little. —Be right back.—

He stood up without waiting for a response, grabbed his mask, and disappeared toward the back of the restaurant.

Amelie didn’t breathe.

No one said anything for a full beat.

—Okay...— Alex dragged out the word slowly. —So, that wasn’t weird at all.—

George snorted into his beer, but Charles was watching her now, eyes narrowed—not unkind, just perceptive. Too damn perceptive.

—Did something happen in Hawaii?— he asked, not accusing. Just curious. Just concerned.

Amelie blinked. The air felt thinner. Her pulse was loud in her ears.

She could lie. God, she could lie so easily. They’d believe her. They always did.

But she didn’t.

Not really.

Instead, she pushed her chair back.

—Gonna check on him,— she said, grabbing her own mask and standing up too fast. Her napkin hit the floor like punctuation.

No one stopped her.

She moved through the restaurant, nodding vaguely at the waiter who tried to offer her another drink, and followed the direction Lando had gone. She found him outside, behind the restaurant, near a crooked ashtray and a cracked tile wall. He was leaning back against the bricks, hands in his pockets, mask tugged back up. His eyes flicked to her as she stepped into the alley, then away just as fast.

—Thought you left,— she said quietly.

He shrugged, kicking a pebble by his sneaker. —You’d have liked that, huh?—

That stung. More than it should’ve.

—Don’t be an asshole.—

—Then don’t act like nothing happened.—

She swallowed. Her throat was dry again. —I’m not.—

—You kissed me.— His voice was low, but sharp. —You kissed me, and then told me it meant nothing. Then you vanished. Not even a “hey, sorry for ruining your whole fucking world” text.—

Amelie took a shaky breath. The alley smelled like cigarette ash and wet concrete, and the air was still too hot, pressing against her skin like guilt.

—It didn’t ruin your world,— she whispered, barely audible.

Lando laughed, bitter and breathless. —No? Because it sure as hell didn’t leave it the same.

She stepped closer, arms crossed tight over her chest like armor. —I panicked. That’s what I do. You know that.—

—Yeah,— he said, his eyes still not meeting hers. —But I thought maybe… this time would be different.

That cracked something in her chest.

—You don’t get it,— she said, voice rising despite herself. —I was terrified, Lando. You looked at me like... like I was everything. And I didn’t know how to deal with that. I didn’t want to ruin it.—

He finally looked at her. Really looked at her.

—You didn’t ruin it, Amelie. You walked away from it.—

The words hung there. Heavy. Final.

She didn’t realize she was crying until he stepped closer and his hand hovered near her cheek, unsure if he was still allowed.

—You think I didn’t feel it?— he asked, softer now. —You think I’d still be waiting out here if I didn’t?—

She blinked up at him, lashes damp. —Then why didn’t you call?

—Because I was trying to respect you. Give you space. I thought if you wanted to talk, you would.—

—I didn’t know how,— she admitted, a crack in her voice. —I wanted to. I tried. I wrote the text like... ten times.—

He reached out slowly, brushing a tear from her cheek with the back of his knuckle. —What did it say?—

She gave a watery laugh. —I don’t know. Something stupid. ‘Sorry I kissed you, it won’t happen again.’ Something that made it small.—

Lando shook his head. —It wasn’t small. Not to me.—

Silence stretched between them again, but it was different now. Not sharp. Not angry.

She stepped closer, so close she could smell the citrus on his skin, the familiar clean scent that clung to his hoodies.

She stepped even closer, heart thudding like a warning. Her hand brushed his wrist.

He didn’t move.

Didn’t speak.

Didn’t breathe.

So she did what she always did when she got scared. When it got too real. When the ground felt like it was shifting beneath her feet.

She lied.

—It didn’t mean anything,— she said, voice quiet. Flat. Practiced. —We were drunk. Jet-lagged. It was stupid. We’re just... friends. Best friends. Like we’ve always been.—

Lando didn’t flinch. But she saw it. The way his eyes dulled. Like a light going out.

He nodded once, slowly. Like she’d punched him and he was still deciding whether or not to bleed.

—Right,— he said, mouth a thin line. —Just friends.—

She forced a smile.

He didn’t smile back.

And for the first time in a long time, it felt like neither of them believed her

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f1teaofficial:🚨 THROWBACK TURNED REALITY: The Twitch Quintet is BACK?? 👀 George, Alex, Lando, Charles, and AMELIE were spotted having dinner together in Barcelona tonight — and yes, it’s her first time back at a Grand Prix weekend since Hungary 👏💥

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lanmeliesupremacy: twitch quintet is BACK and so is my will to live → drs4dayman: @lanmeliesupremacy this dinner cured my seasonal depression → alexneedsashug: @lanmeliesupremacy group therapy but it’s just Amelie calling them out and Charles giggling

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The car was silent.

Not just quiet. Not just low-music, city-night ambiance. It was dead silent—so thick with unspoken words that the air inside felt heavier than the Barcelona humidity outside. The only sound was the low hum of the engine, the occasional squeak of the brakes, and the click of Lando’s blinker as he turned onto another side street.

Amelie sat curled in the passenger seat, one leg folded under her, staring out the window like the answer to all their problems might be written on a billboard or whispered by the passing buildings. Her fingers picked absently at the edge of her sleeve. She hadn’t said anything since they walked out of the restaurant. Not one word.

Neither had Lando.

His hands gripped the steering wheel too tightly, knuckles pale. He was driving slower than usual, like he didn’t really want to get where he was going.

Her hotel. That was the plan. Drop her off. Say goodbye. Pretend they hadn’t spent the last two hours pulling every unhealed wound between them into the open air like it wouldn’t bleed all over the pavement.

But halfway there, something in him snapped.

He didn’t even decide. He just did it.

Took a different turn.

Didn’t say a word.

Amelie noticed, of course. Her head turned slightly, eyes narrowing, watching the unfamiliar path unfold.

—You missed the turn,— she murmured.

Lando didn’t answer.

Another turn. Narrower street. Then the road widened again, the city falling quieter as they pulled up near the fountains. The Plaça de Carles Buïgas. Empty at this hour, glowing under the soft city lights, quiet like it knew how many people needed silence and space more than noise and neon.

He parked. Killed the engine.

Amelie stared at him. —What are we doing?—

He finally looked at her, expression unreadable but so open in a way that made her chest ache.

—Come on,— he said. —Just… come with me.—

She hesitated. Then nodded.

They didn’t speak as they walked. The plaza was quiet, the distant trickle of water from the fountains the only sound beside their footsteps. A faint breeze tugged at Amelie’s bun, loosening a few strands. She didn’t bother fixing them.

They reached a bench tucked beneath a tree. Lando sat first, elbows on his knees, looking straight ahead at the dark sky above Montjuïc.

She sat beside him.

Silence stretched again—but it was different now. Softer. Less like punishment, more like a held breath.

After a long beat, Amelie leaned sideways and let her head rest on his shoulder.

Lando didn’t move.

Didn’t flinch.

Just let her stay there.

And she didn’t know why it took her so long to say it. Maybe because saying it out loud made it real. Maybe because if she said it, and he didn’t say it back, the little thread holding her together would snap.

But she said it anyway.

—Lando... I don’t want to lose you.—

His breath hitched, barely perceptible, but she felt it against her cheek.

He turned his head slightly, resting it gently on hers.

—You won’t,— he said, quiet but certain. —You’ll never lose me, Ames.—

Her eyes closed. She believed him. She wanted to believe him so badly it hurt.

They sat like that for a while, shoulders pressed together, watching the stars peek through the clouds like shy confessions neither of them had the courage to speak.

And for once, silence wasn’t something to be afraid of. It was a promise.

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