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NO!!! no one told me!!! 😭😭 thank you so much, that teal hat is incredibly important to me and i am delighted he still has it

^^^sam in that hat. to me tbh <3

[msnihilist]

I think Ben having a harem is based, actually, because (let's be honest) if he were real women would be beating down his front door.

[evilsoygenius]

last time i went to the beach a lovely person came up to me and said i was so beautiful and then walked away and i will never forget them or their kindness 🥰

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[oikarma]

love in the air

pairing: lando norris x reader

summary: you take your long-time friend as your plus one to your dad's wedding. you catch the bouquet. maybe that's when you start agreeing with the internet that . . . lando norris is a little more than a long-time friend to you.

a/n: thank you to anon for the request i had no idea they were dating LOL this was so fluffy

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@/landossluttywaist I CANT BREATHE LANDO WAS AT THE SAME HOTEL AS ME

user1 you rich rich, then

user2 she probably gets paddock passes for doing her chores user3 guys why are we hating on this girl let her be excited 😭 i would be too

user4 what hotel is it?

landossluttywaist he's gone now (this was as he was leaving) but it was the four seasons in philly

user5 thanks for respecting his privacy and not posting until he left!

landossluttywaist lol i love him but at the end of the day he's just a human who doesn't need people hounding him 24/7

user6 but what is he even there for??? philadelphia??? there's ltr nothing interesting there...

user7 idk bradley cooper is the best thing to come out of that town user7 omg and also they won the super bowl user7 but that was a long time ago user8 maybe he's just an eagles fan

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gigihadid My darling B, what a wonderful thing it is that we found each other. I can't believe we're now married — I'm still smiling, because such happiness carries on for a long time. You are so kind, so sweet, so caring, so utterly magical. I am beyond lucky to have you. Your belief in me makes me who I am today and who I will be. This new chapter will be a long life, full of laughter, full of a new family.

∞ Always, your G.

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yourinstagram i'm so happy for you and dad <33 you are an amazing person and you bring so much light to our family! your dress was gorgeous but even more so was you. hope you have a great time on your honeymoon

gigihadid I love you so much ;) Thanks for coming. There's so much love in the air!! 💐 yourinstagram hey, hey, we talked about this gigihadid I didn't make the rule user1 i love how well they go together user2 bro if my step-mom was gigi hadid. user3 wait wait wait did y/n catch the bouquet??? user4 omg

user5 actually radiant

bellahadid best wishes from your baby sister 💕

gigihadid ❤️❤️❤️ user6 do they know they're real user7 omg bella drop the fit i NEED to know what you wore cause gigi's dress is already blowing all my expectations out of water

user8 man if only bradley had insta

user9 this is how i find out bradley cooper and gigi hadid are dating whaaaaat

user10 me too girl me too

user11 why is this the only post with photos????? i need to see all of it

user12 maybe they agreed not to post until after a certain time or like gigi got to post first cause yk it's her wedding user13 bella posted!

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yourinstagram to the two of you 🥂

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user1 omg y/n paints?? did she do that?

yourinstagram yes 🙂‍↕️ i gave it to them as a sort of wedding gift! user1 aww that's so cute thanks for sharing with us <3 it's a beautiful drawing

user2 oh gosh that's such a beautiful place 🥺

user3 y/n were you at the bachelorette

yourinstagram hell yeah user4 we need the photos baddie yourinstagram maybe someday, lol

user5 wait where did they get married

user6 philly, the last pic is where they announced their engagement user5 ohhh no wonder

user7 lando you sly dog why are you in the likes

user8 well they're friends user9 dyt he went to the wedding user10 tbf wasn't he in philly a few days ago it's not crazy

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f1gossipofficial Lando Norris was seen at the wedding of Gigi Hadid and Bradley Cooper.

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user1 I KNEW IT

user2 you guys are crazy 😭 how could you even tell those were him

user3 he's with YN IN ALL OF THEM

user4 where did these even come from

user5 isnt he dating magui??

user6 lando? user5 yeah user6 probably, but he and y/n are good friends user5 shit man they look good together user6 what do you mean these are all 120p quality

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f1gossipofficial Formula 1's YouTube account posted a full video of Y/N Cooper and Lando Norris on a Hot Lap.

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user1 why is this gossip it's literally just a video

user2 the way he looked at her and she started screaming at him 😭 poor guy just wanted some eye contact

user3 she's so precious but jesus the amount of swear words out of that girl's mouth user4 lando wasn't even shocked he was like well lol oops

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yourinstagram lucky

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user1 LANDOS LUCKY CHARM SPOTTED

mclaren might need to keep you around in the paddock more often

yourinstagram 😕 'fraid i have a job

user2 oh she knows shes hot

user3 someone tell her we're not in texas anymore

user4 who cares she served

lando photo credits where??

user5 stop being a pick me lando user6 yn is this man bothering you user7 he just needs everyone to know yourinstagram let me breathe lan i can't like all these comments trashing you fast enough user8 i love her already

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f1gossipofficial Lando Norris and Y/N L/N after the Las Vegas Grand Prix

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user1 shit? shit!

user2 "we're friends" NO YOURE DATING

user3 are we sure that's lando?? it looks like y/n but we can't see the guys face

user4 yeah idk there are plenty of brunettes out in vegas user5 def yn tho shes wearing the same top in her last insta post

user6 she's so glad rn bradley doesn't have insta lol

user7 is gigi going to rat her out??

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you spot him slouched against the side of the taco truck, curls flattened from sweat and his own hands. there's powdered sugar on his lips. his phone's in one hand, the other holding a half-eaten churro.

lando sees you and his face changes.

"you came," he says, voice a little hoarse. "finally."

you walk up, wobbly on your heels, heart all over the place. "yeah. i had to. you were being dramatic."

"i'm hard," he says instantly. "and i missed you."

you nearly trip. "lando."

he shrugs, eyes dragging down your body without shame. "look at you. fuck. that top's killing me."

you’re giggling before you can stop it. "you're drunk."

"so are you. and you kissed me."

"you kissed me first, okay?"

"you were straddling me. in the club."

you pause. "you asked me to sit in your lap. you liked it."

lando nods. "loved it, yeah."

you're both quiet for a second. he's watching your mouth and you're watching the way his chest moves when he breathes. his hoodie's sliding off one shoulder and your fingers twitch like they want to touch him.

"you're so pretty it's making me insane," lando says. "like i want to fuck you and cuddle you at the same time and i don't know what to do about it."

you're breathless. "jesus."

"don't call him." your noses almost touch. "call me."

you laugh into his neck. "you're ridiculous."

"you're glowing" lando mumbles, hands sliding down your sides. "like. actually glowing. i can't believe i've known you this long and didn't do something about it."

you tilt your head back. "do something now."

he kisses you like you're a prize he's earned, slow, filthy, so hungry it makes your knees weak. his hands are all over--waist, hips, ass, back under your top like he needs to feel skin now.

you break away, panting. "lando, we're at a taco truck."

"yeah," he says, mouth all over your jaw. "so hurry up and let's leave. before i do something i'll get arrested for."

you grin. "you're such a slut."

"only for you."

he laces your fingers together and starts walking backward toward the street, still staring at you like you're his first and last meal.

"wait," you say, dizzy from everything. "what about your churro?"

"don't need it," he says. "got something sweeter now."

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Cross My Heart | KMG

Pairing: Mingyu x GNReader (afab)

Genre: smut, porn with the barest of plot, friends to lovers (?), non-idol!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: pussy drunk mingyu, late night texting, biting/marking, fingering, lots of flirting, lots of teasing, grinding/dry humping, dirty talk, cunnilingus, face sitting, come eating, hand job, mingyu's a messy boy, OC is needy and mingyu loves it, mingyu has maybe the tiniest bit of a praise kink, use of pet names - pretty, mingyu requests death by pussy

Word Count: 5.2k

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own SVT - they just inspire me

Summary: Your crush Mingyu wants (to eat) you.

Text Prompt: You: I can’t stand you Mingyu: Then sit on my face

A/N: Hiiiii I'm writing for svt now and I'm starting with Mingyu because he's driving me insane. This is actually the first in a planned series of 13 svt fics based on text prompts. I'm fully in my self-indulgent era, so this is for everyone who, like me, needs some munch 'Gyu right about now 👅

Unbeta'd as usual. If you like this and want more svt fics from me, please let me know! I'd love to hear what you think (but please be kind I'm fragile 🥺) 💕

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It’s finally here. After months of planning, you and your friends have flown halfway around the world for a week of vacation. The six of you arrived just a few hours ago, and after the long flight, the long wait at the airport for your luggage, and the long drive to the hotel, you’re exhausted. 

Well, mentally you’re worn out, at least. Your body? Is still on your old timezone, where it’s currently tomorrow morning. So it thinks that you need to be awake, even though it’s night where you are. You had stayed awake the entire flight here in order to avoid this very problem. 

Fucking jet lag got you anyway.

Unlike you, Seungcheol and Vernon are having no issue sleeping. The three of you are sharing one room, while Minghao, Wonwoo, and Mingyu are sharing another. You glance over at the two lumps tucked in their beds, snoring away like you would be if your body wasn’t so confused.

Because you’re trying to be a good friend and let them sleep, you’re lying on your bed, scrolling lazily through your various social media apps. You could watch something, but you don’t really have the focus right now. Yet you want something pleasing to look at. Something to mindlessly enjoy while you wait for exhaustion to overwhelm you. 

So, naturally, you turn to your favorite nightly pastime - scrolling through your social media apps, looking for any new posts from Mingyu.

It’s an addiction, borne out of your raging crush on your friend. Well, really, he’s Minghao’s friend, you don’t know him as well as you do the others, but still. You’re friendly enough around each other. Which is because Mingyu is so nice, such a sweet and funny guy who always makes you feel more than welcome whenever he’s around. 

He’s also a blatant flirt. At first, his cocky smiles and playful words made you think he might be interested in more than just being your friend, but it wasn’t long before you realized he’s like that with everyone. So you tamped down the hope that burned in your chest, leaving only a simmering crush to smolder forever.

It’s morning back home, where most of your friends have barely started their days, so your feed is fairly dead. There are a few photos from Wonwoo from the flight, including one of Minghao sleeping with his mouth open that you immediately save to your favorites, a couple from Vernon, and, of course, several from Mingyu. You tap into his page.

Mingyu’s an avid photographer, particularly of beautiful things - breathtaking landscapes, delicious meals, himself. Mostly himself, to be honest. Not that you’re complaining. It’s maybe the most mutually beneficial relationship you’ve ever been in. Mingyu loves to provide pictures of himself. You love to admire them. A win-win all around. 

You tap back to home and refresh your feed. A new post appears, from Mingyu. The jet lag must be getting to him, too, if he’s awake and posting right now. The photo is another selfie, this time of him lying in bed, one arm resting behind his head, showing off a perfectly sculpted bicep. God. Could he be more gorgeous? 

Clicking into his page again, you rub your thumb over the screen to make his photos flip by in an endless parade of hot Mingyus. It’s ridiculous, you muse, watching picture after picture roll by, to think about how much time Mingyu must spend on these photos. Making sure he’s got the perfect lighting to bounce off his muscles just right in those gym selfies. Or figuring out the best angle to show off that sharp jawline of his. Just ridiculous. And yet, every second isn’t spent in vain, considering how the photos drew you in like shiny trinkets to your magpie eye. 

It would be so easy to think of Mingyu as a modern day Narcissus, endlessly snapping selfies, drowning in his own reflection on his phone. But he’s never struck you as conceited. It’s something else - a desire for connection, perhaps. A need for-

A tiny heart floats up your screen and you gasp. Shit. You just liked the post the scroll stopped on - one of his many gym selfies, frame zoomed in on his torso, his hand clutching the bottom of his shirt to show off his rippling abs.

Your eye drifts to the date of the photo. Posted eight months ago. 

Quick as lightning, you hit the screen again, shattering the little heart icon. Your pulse is beating too fast. There’s no need to panic. He couldn’t have seen that. Maybe you’re overreacting, but no one needs to know you’re lurking in his profile in the middle of the night, especially not him. 

A notification drops down over Mingyu’s face. A message.

Mingyu: Someone’s up late. 

Ah, damn. You were too slow. And now he’s in your DMs. 

After taking a moment to shriek quietly into your pillow, you write back. 

You: Can’t sleep

Mingyu: Same. Jet lag’s got me fucked up

Mingyu: You know what always helps when I can’t sleep?

You: What?

Mingyu: Creeping through someone’s old photos

Even though he’s not here looking at you, your neck flames with embarrassment anyway. You could play it cool. If only you knew how to do that. 

You: Shut up

Mingyu: It’s ok, I’m flattered

You: Oh fuck off

Mingyu: No really, I am

Mingyu: I like that you want me so bad

Pressing your mouth firmly into your pillow, you swallow another screech. Here we go. Right into the flirting. You can’t handle this right now.

You: Idk what you’re talking about

You:  It was an accident

Mingyu: Oh you were accidentally admiring me? 

You: How did you even notice? Are you just staring at your phone, waiting for attention?

Mingyu: I mean yeah

You snort. 

You: You’re ridiculous

Mingyu: Maybe. But I’m honest about it

You: I’ll give you that

A few seconds go by, then a minute, then two. Maybe you’re boring him. Maybe he’s found something else to entertain him. Or someone else.

When the next notification comes in, you jolt a little. 

Mingyu: What else will you give me?

And now your heart does a funny jump as you stare at his words. God, what a question. How you wish he were asking for real, and not just being playful, like he always is. 

Would it be too real to reply with the truth? “Whatever you want?”

You: I don’t know

You: What do you want?

Mingyu: What if I say you?

Suddenly you don’t understand words.

You: Why would you say that?

Mingyu: Because it’s my answer

Mingyu: I’m being honest again

You: That’s the jet lag talking

Mingyu: Oh come on

Mingyu: You really don’t know?

You: Know what??

Mingyu: How I feel about you

Is he being serious right now??

You: If this is a joke I don’t get it

Mingyu: Not a joke

Mingyu: Hold on

The notification icon on your app suddenly lights up. One heart. Two. Three four five. You open your notifications and immediately start laughing. Mingyu’s going through your oldest photos and liking them, one by one. 

Mingyu: See? I’m obsessed with you

Seungcheol grunts in his sleep, and you press your arm harder over your mouth, trying to muffle yourself better.

You: You’re so annoying, oh my god

Mingyu: So annoying that you can’t stop looking at my photos at 1 am?

Mingyu: Or flirting with me?

You: Is that what’s happening? Are we flirting?

Mingyu: Ok don’t act like you don’t know

Mingyu: I flirt with you all the time

You: You flirt with EVERYONE all the time

Mingyu: Yeah but I only mean it with you

Like any other time this happens, any time his words make your head spin, you put on the brakes, stopping before you start to believe you might have a chance. 

You: You’re so dumb

Mingyu: Are you really going to pretend you’re not enjoying this?

You: Who said I’m pretending?

Mingyu: Me. I know you’re loving this

Mingyu: Because you want me soooooo bad

You: Shut uppppp

Mingyu: Go on, yell at me

Mingyu: You’re cute when you’re mad

You: No really

You: I can’t stand you

Mingyu: Then sit on my face

Your mouth falls open, an amused huff of air escaping in a befuddled laugh at his unexpected response. 

You: What?

Mingyu: Come shut me up. Sit on my face.

You’re blinking so hard, you can hear your eyelids clapping together.

You: Fuck off. Stop playing. 

Mingyu: Who’s playing? I’m serious

Mingyu: Smother me with those gorgeous thighs of yours. I’ll go out a happy man. 

Your gorgeous thighs? He’s never said anything like that before. What the fuck is happening.

You can’t help but picture it - him lying on his bed, you kneeling over him, fingers tangled in his dark hair as you ride that pouty little mouth of his. It’s not the first time you’ve fantasized about it, but it’s the first time the vision has felt… possible. 

Mingyu: No response? You’re just gonna leave me hanging like this?

You: Don’t tease me

Mingyu: Trust me, there are a million ways I’d love to tease you, but this isn’t one

You lay down again, rolling onto your side, curling in on yourself, like you’re trying to contain all the excitement rushing through your veins, keep it from spilling out and over into the room where your friends are still sleeping.  

You: You’re really serious?

Mingyu: Cross my heart and hope to die

Mingyu: Between your legs

Again you laugh.

You: You’re such an idiot

Mingyu: Does that mean you’re not coming over?

You: Like right now??

Mingyu: Why not? 

Mingyu: Wonwoo and Minghao both slept on the plane. They went out exploring

Mingyu: I’ve got the room to myself

You bite your lip, a little harder than you normally would, the sharp sting confirming that you are not dreaming and this is, in actual fact, happening right now. 

You: I guess if I’m not sleeping anytime soon

In the dim light from your phone, you eye the path to the door. You can easily make it out of the room without waking anyone. Should you so decide. 

You: I could come over

Mingyu: I promise I’ll make it so good for you

Mingyu: Eat that pussy like you deserve. Make you cum on my tongue over and over

You inhale sharply. He’s definitely never talked about your pussy like that before. Reading his words has you positively throbbing.

Mingyu: Please, just let me taste you

What else is there to say to that but -  

You: I’m coming over

It’s a short walk to Mingyu’s room. A rush of anticipation hits you as you raise your hand to knock. It doesn’t take long for the door to open, bringing you face to face with the man whose social media you can’t stop stalking. Mingyu’s shirtless, grey sweatpants hanging alarmingly low on his hips, and if you weren’t already planning on crushing him with your thighs, this insta thirst trap of an outfit would push you right over the edge. 

“That was fast,” he laughs, stepping aside to let you in. “Did you run down the hall?” 

“I thought I told you to shut up,” you shoot back. 

“And I thought I told you to make me,” he smirks, reaching for you at the same time you reach for him, practically mashing his teeth against your lips as he pulls you in for a kiss. Despite what he just said, he’s kissing you, too eager to wait for you to do what he demands. 

It’s rough and messy, all teeth and tongue, both of you doing your fair share to keep the other silent. Or maybe it would be more accurate to say speechless, because Mingyu’s definitely not being quiet, moaning into your mouth, and you’re certainly whining loud enough for the other rooms to hear you.

He presses you back into the door, chest to chest, hip to hip. You tilt your head and he follows, chasing your mouth, as if he’s needing another taste. Your hands roam over his biceps, his shoulders, his neck, covering every inch of warm skin that’s exposed, and he slips his arms around your waist, holding you impossibly tight. Not for one second do your lips part. This is the type of kiss you’ve always read about in your favorite stories - the one that makes your knees weak, makes your head float, makes you forget everything but Mingyu. 

It’s delicious. It’s amazing. It’s every superlative you can think of. But it’s not enough. You want more. Part of you wants to tell him to get on with it, take you to bed, because you’re here to make him eat his words by eating you, but the other part isn’t about to quit kissing him any time soon. 

Thankfully, Mingyu takes care of your dilemma by eliminating the choice. Without warning, he bends his knees and lifts you, big hands secure on your thighs to hold you close to him. Okay, now it’s like one of your stories, the way he lifts you like you’re lighter than air. You’d swoon if you weren’t so busy licking into his lips. All that time in the gym is really paying off

He carries you to his bed, displaying his impressive thigh strength by slowly lowering himself into a sitting position, bringing you into his lap. You loop your arms around his shoulders, desperately seeking his mouth, as if the 0.2 seconds between kisses might kill you, which, honestly, it feels like it might, and you’ve never been in this situation before, making out with the man of your dreams, so for all you know, it will, so why risk it? 

“Stop me if I’m going too fast,” he says between kisses. 

“You can go as fast as you want,” you reply, without even a second’s pause. “Just don’t stop.” 

“Damn, and here I was worried I was coming off too excited,” he grins, face lighting up in delight. Then he kisses your cheek, whispering against your skin at your offended huff. “It’s okay, I like how needy you are for me.”

“Shut up,” you groan, but you know he felt the way you shuddered, so you give up the weak protests and start kissing him again, twisting your fingers in his hair to keep him close. 

Mingyu finally stops laughing when you take his bottom lip between your own, sucking and licking at the plump skin. With a groan, he digs his fingers into your sides, and he starts to guide you back and forth, rolling you over the eye-catching bulge in his sweatpants. It’s a sight that makes you clench, thinking about how much you want to sit on it now, just pull him out and ride, too needy to feel him inside you to even take your clothes off.

But again, you want more. You want what he’d promised earlier.  

He nips his way down your throat until his mouth latches at the base of your neck, sucking and biting, and you whimper, squirming in his hold. “

‘Gyu, please!”

“Please what?” 

He doesn’t lift his head, too absorbed in sinking his vampire-like canines into your soft skin, not sharp enough to pierce, just hard enough that you know you’ll have bruises blooming there tomorrow, little souvenirs of this moment. 

Please everything, you think. You want it all, whatever he’s willing to give, you’ll take. You’re feeling greedy as fuck right now. 

“I want what you promised me.” 

“Hold on,” he intones seriously, right before laving his tongue over a fresh mark. “Let a man at death’s door enjoy his last moments.” 

“Oh my god, you’re so stupid,” you groan, grabbing his face and smashing your lips together. He’s just - just such an idiot, such a stupid sexy idiot and you want him more than you’ve ever wanted anything in your life.

“Fine,” he says after a few minutes of frantic making out, a cheeky grin spreading across his face, hands circling around your ass, squeezing as he pulls you closer. “Time for my last meal.” 

He kisses away your embarrassingly pleased moan, and then he maneuvers the two of you around so he’s lying on the bed on his back and you’re straddling him. As he watches with rapt attention, you peel off your shirt. Since you’d been dressed for bed, you hadn’t bothered to throw on a bra. Judging from Mingyu’s expression, you made the right call.  

“Pretty,” he breathes out, wide eyes finding yours, and you have to take a beat, have to take a moment to sit and let the reality of the situation wash over you. The two of you are here, together, in this hotel room half a world away from home. Both wanting this. It’s clear to you now just how eager Mingyu’s been since you walked in. He wasn’t lying - he wants you just as much as you want him. 

With this new understanding, you stand up to slide your shorts and panties off in one go, before straddling him again, and lowering yourself for another kiss. Immediately, his arms are around you, gliding down your back, all the way to your bare ass, taking the biggest handfuls he can. 

“You drive me insane. So pretty, so hot.” 

Mingyu’s words kick the simmering heat in your gut into a full blown fire. You moan into his kiss, grinding yourself against him. One of his hands grips your side, helping you chase the friction, while the other slips between your bodies. When his fingers brush your inner thigh, he lets out a strangled groan. “Oh fuck, you’re so wet.”  

“Your fault,” you gasp, lips fervently pressing against his, licking at the seam of his mouth until he allows you in, so you can roll your tongue over his like you roll your hips. 

“Then allow me to make it up to you,” he grins, long fingers cupping your mound, trapping the heat there in his palm as he rubs it against you. You keen, thighs already twitching. You’re going to lose your mind before you even get to his face. 

You’re not alone in that feeling, as he suddenly reaches for your thighs, urging you to crawl up his body. “Get up here, please,” he begs, flat out begs you, and you slide forward as fast as you can. You need his mouth, right now.

Hovering over him is a little surreal - MIngyu’s big brown eyes are gazing up at you in a perfect replication of your favorite daydream, only it’s so much better than you’d ever imagined, because the expression he wears is one of complete awe, like he’s the one living out his fantasy. Again you feel bold, so you run your fingers through his hair, nails lightly scraping over his scalp. He moans quietly, low in his throat, like he’s trying to hold it in, and your mouth quirks in a half smile as you kneel. 

“Nice knowing you, ‘Gyu.” 

He hums a happy note, lips vibrating lightly just as your cunt reaches them, and you moan quietly. You don’t settle all the way down, because as much as you were playing along with this whole death-by-pussy dream of his, you are slightly worried that you might actually suffocate him, if not because of your weight than because of your dire need, that you might get too lost in the aching desire that’s building inside you, spurred on by the way he’s brushing the lower half of his face and down your folds, just breathing you in, teasing you with his touches but not giving you what you so desperately want. 

“‘Gyu,” you whine, tilting your pelvis forward, to catch his tongue as he traces your inner thigh, leaving a trail of saliva behind. He blows a puff of air across the wetness, sending goosebumps running at the cooling sensation. 

When you try to shift again, he’s quick to wrap his hands up around your hips, holding you still. Not hard enough to hurt, but strong enough to let you know - he’s in charge now. 

“Stay still, pretty,” he murmurs, tenderly pressing a kiss into your skin. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep my promise. Cross my heart, remember?” 

With that reminder, he pulls you down further onto his face. His tongue slides into you, nose bumping your clit, and you whimper, hands flailing at your sides, seeking something to cling to, finding nothing but the warm air around you. The pressure on the sensitive bud combining with the wet hot muscle plunging between your slick folds is overwhelming in the best way.

“‘Gyu, oh, that’s so good!”  

Mingyu nods his head vigorously, nudging his nose around, letting his tongue drag up and down your slit. It almost feels like he’s agreeing with you, backed up by the way he grunts brokenly, this deep rumble in his chest that gets strangled halfway through his throat. 

You’re not sure at what point you start thrust your hips. Mingyu helps you find the right pace, big hands guiding you forward and back, forward and back, until you feel the rhythm all the way from your ears to your toes. 

As his mouth slides up to suckle on your clit, his left hand also snakes upwards, cupping your right breast, thumb rolling over your puckered nipple. You shudder, nerves sizzling like power lines, lit up by his every touch.

“‘Gyu…” Mingyu’s mouth pulls another whine from you. You glance down, catching the furrow in his brow, the sweat dripping down his temples. “Oh my god.” 

“Mmmmphf,” Mingyu agrees, or so you assume, unable to understand anything he might be mumbling into you. A particularly sharp suck on your pulsating clit makes your back arch, and Mingyu’s hand falls from your chest, disappearing behind you. 

The sudden rustling of fabric draws your attention. You glance over your shoulder, only to whimper when you catch sight of Mingyu’s hand stroking his erection, band of his sweatpants hastily shoved down, stiff cock so flushed it brings a matching heat to your neck. 

If you were more limber, you’d reach for him, give him a helping hand, but you can’t stay twisted around for long, not when Mingyu’s tongue makes you refocus on his mouth. It’s too difficult to think about anything else right now but the way he keeps plunging inside you, using the thick muscle to fuck you shallowly. 

You can’t stop mewling like a cat in heat, rutting back and forth over Mingyu’s tongue. Even in your daze, it doesn’t escape your attention that Mingyu’s absolutely pussy drunk at this point, depraved moans buzzing endlessly against your most sensitive spots because he refuses to detach his mouth from you long enough to let them escape. Every muffled note reverberates deep in your core, joins the tense chord that’s building inside you to a crescendo. 

“‘Gyu, please.” 

At the sound of your plea, Mingyu stops stroking himself, bringing his hand around to find your clit, middle finger drawing circles around and around and around. 

When you double over, hands sinking into the plush bedding on either side of Mingyu’s head, he grunts, tipping his head to the side so he can speak. “You okay?” 

“Fuck, Mingyu, ‘m good,” you giggle, suddenly hit by a burst of glee, perhaps due to the lack of oxygen in your head, since all the blood in your body is concentrated in your clit right now. “I’m having an amazing night.” 

Mingyu hums again, sounding very pleased, and you meet his gaze, and suddenly you wish his phone was nearby, so you could snap a photo, because this look - hair mussed and clinging to his forehead, pupils blown, nose to chin coated in your glistening wetness - this is a look worth capturing.

“Yeah, me too,” he says, chest heaving as he catches his breath, and the sincerity in his voice steals your own away. If you had any nerve, you’d confess something right now, something you weren’t planning on telling him tonight or tomorrow or maybe ever. But you keep silent, only breathing a tiny exhale of surprise as he slides out from under you, and nudges you onto your back.

Mingyu folds you in half easily, because you’re giving no resistance, letting him shape you the way he desires, and then his mouth is on you again. Now that he's lying facedown between your legs, he’s able to get some much-desired friction without using his hands, grinding his neglected cock into the bed as he concentrates on you. 

His tongue glides over your throbbing nub again, and then his right hand ghosts over your slit. You whimper a soft “Please,” and that’s all he needs to slide his finger inside. The intrusion has you squirming, urging him silently to go deeper, and to your relief, he obliges. But he also locks his other arm over your legs, holding them so you can’t keep bucking your hips up. 

“I said, stay still,” he mumbles, with no anger or heat behind it, just amusement, laced with a slight tinge of cockiness. He knows he’s frustrating you, judging by the curl of his lips as he plunges his finger in and out slowly, way too slowly, teasing you with what you need most. You try to press your hips down onto his hand, to make him glide faster, but he just leans into you slightly, big arm stopping your movements. 

Your whine is beyond petulant. “Don’t tease me!” 

“Pretty, I promise you, when I tease you, you’ll know.” 

And then he adds his middle finger, curling both, pressing on the most sensitive spot on your inner wall. Over and over, his fingers flutter, massaging until starlight bursts behind your eyelids. 

“It’ll be something like this.” 

He withdraws his hand.

“Gyuuuuuu.”

If he was slightly cocky earlier, he’s fully arrogant now, face breaking into a wide grin while he laughs. “Wow, so whiny. You do want me bad.” 

“I swear to god if you dohhhhHHH-”

You break off in a moan when he lowers his face again, loudly lapping at your wetness. Clever fingers alternate between scissoring and stroking, following the changes in your breathing, and you hope that he’s close to being satiated, because you’re teetering on the edge of your climax, only the slightest bit more stimulation necessary to push you over. 

“Mingyu. Mingyu, I’m gonna cum.” You open your eyes, raising your head enough to look at him, to watch with a dropped jaw as he buries his face in your cunt, his own eyes closed in ecstasy, and oh, that’s it - “Oh god, I’m gonna cum!” 

Your warning cry - though clearly appreciated by Mingyu, who groans in answering refrain, hips humping the bed furiously - is ultimately unnecessary, given how hard your walls suddenly clench around his fingers. He doesn’t stop his ministrations, fingerfucking you through your orgasm as your lower half trembles beneath his heavy arm. He holds you in place as best he can, sweetly kissing your clit, while you wail and writhe, pressing your palm into your mouth to keep your cries from waking the rooms around you. 

Eventually your tremors slow, turning into occasional twitches, before your body finally relaxes. Mingyu continues to lap at you, every pass of his tongue getting lighter and lighter, until he lifts his head. He’s the perfect image of lust, eyes dark and desirous, and you claw at his shoulders, needing him close again. 

“Kiss me.” 

He wipes his face with the back of his hand, smearing you over himself more as he rises up to meet you. His cock is hard between you, and you moan, knowing that you did that, that he got this turned on just from eating you out, and extend your fingers to wrap around him.

The unbidden sound he utters when you take his cock and slide it through your soaking folds, coating it in your wetness, is the filthiest sound you’ve ever heard.

“Careful, pretty,” he pants, looking down at your hand. Under his close gaze, you circle the head of his cock before rubbing your thumb over and around the slit there. “‘M close.” 

“Wanna make you come, ‘Gyu,” you tell him, and he hisses, hips bucking into your grip. 

“Fuck.” His long fingers cover yours, guiding you into a faster pace. “But I’m gonna make a mess.”

“Do it. Make a mess.” The need to make him completely fall apart takes possession of you, makes you say things you’ve never said to anyone else. “Come all over me.” 

Mingyu whines, chin dropping to his chest. He’s barely blinking as he stares at your entwined hands. 

“Pretty… don’t say that….”

“Please, ‘Gyu.” All shame has fled your body. “I want it.” 

No further encouragement is needed. Mingyu grunts a few times before he’s painting your stomach in so much white, in little drops and big splashes, doing exactly what you told him, eyes rolling back in his head as he does.

When his high abates, he sits back on his heels, gazing at the mess he created, all the sticky sweat and semen that covers your body. A delirious thought comes to you. Is the sight beautiful enough for him to want to take a picture? 

“Wow,” he murmurs after a moment, shaking his head. “You’re even prettier when you’re covered in me.” 

His dead serious expression is enough to break the haze of lust hanging over you. You throw your arm over your face, too flustered to look at him. “‘Gyuuuuu!”

“Changed my mind, I’m calling you ‘whiny' from now on.” The bed shifts as Mingyu rises. He laughs all the way to and from the bathroom, laughs even harder when you glare at him, reaching for the towel he holds. He surprises you by nudging your hand away. “Let me.”  

His touch is so gentle as he wipes away his mess, then your own. When you’re both clean enough, he lays on his side, draping his arm over you. “Think you can sleep now?” 

Oh, you can sleep. You’re feeling satiated in a way you haven’t for a long time, and now that the rush has worn off, you could knock right out. You should probably go back to your room, ride this calm wave right into sleep, not let yourself get too excited at the thought that this vacation might be the best one ever.

Instead, you grin, sliding your fingers through the hair on the back of his neck. “Yeah. But I don’t want to.” 

“Oh?” Mingyu’s smile mirrors yours. “What do you wanna do instead?” 

“I might have some ideas.” 

He lets you pull him down for a kiss, humming eagerly.

“Tell me what you want, pre-”

A sharp rap on the door startles you both.

“Dude, don’t you dare!” Minghao hisses through the wood. “We’ve been out here forever!” 

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[daydreamingatnight209]

“I Don’t Like Sleeping Without Her”

Authors note - I was confident about this one but now I’m not sure. I hope you guys still enjoy 🥺. As always feedback is welcome, hate is not ✨💕

Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader

Summery - In which Charles mentions your habits in an interview on media day. - Fluff 💕

Warnings - None? I don’t think 😂

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You didn’t mean to fall asleep on the sofa, it just sort of … happened.

One moment you were finishing off a last round of edits for a client, scrolling through other projects or drafts or catching up on emails, and the next … your eyes would blur, feeling too heavy to keep open, your laptop sliding off your knee onto the empty spot next to you, waking up hours later with a stiff neck and your boyfriend, Charles, crouching down beside you.

You remember the first time that it had happened, you remembered the panic in Charles eyes when he found you still in the living room at 2am, and how he thought that he had done something to upset you.

“Mon ange, why are you here?” He’d asked you softly, his voice still heavy with sleep.

(Translation - My Angel)

You had smiled, barely awake. “I didn’t want to wake you, you need your sleep”

You knew that he did - between traveling, the races, back to back weekends and his training ensuring that Charles was well rested was a non-negotiable.

On the other hand, your job in the media industry as a videographer meant that your working hours didn’t always finish in the evening. Charles knew this, but he wasn’t used to falling asleep without you just yet.

Over time, it had become a routine, you would stay up late and when Charle did awake to find you still not beside him, the panic would subside as he knew exactly where to find you.

When he awoke out of habit to find your bed empty, he would drag himself out of bed and walk to the semi permanent spot you find yourself in. He would stand for a moment and smile to himself. You looked so peaceful. He never understood how you could sleep like that; curled up on the sofa, one arm tucked under your cheeks and your laptop half hanging off the coffee table. He didn’t feel like just leaving you there that night.

Trying to wake you he whispers his favourite nickname down your ear.

“Mon amour?” (Translation - My Love)

No answer.

So he slipped his arms under your legs and shoulders, carefully lifting you up, trying his hardest not to wake you. You stirred slightly, mumbling something incoherent before passing back out with your head against Charles chest.

“I got you Bebe” he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. (Translation- Baby)

He made quick work of carrying you through the apartment and putting you down in the bed to rest properly. You were already fully settled when he slid into the beside you as your hand instinctively finds his under the duvet.

These are the parts he liked most, the quiet, peaceful just them kind of moments.

However, come next morning and it wasn’t just between the two of you anymore. A few days prior to that sweet interaction, Charles had done an interview for the F1 media day.

“Charles, there’s been some talk from the paddock… something about your girlfriend falling asleep on the sofa?”

“Ah yes. Y/N she works late,” Charles was saying, standing relaxed in front of a backdrop full of sponsors. “Social media never really sleeps, right?” He smiled a little.

A few journalists chuckled. One asked, “What do you do then?”

Charles tilted his head, thoughtful. “It depends. A lot of times I just join her, other times if I hadn’t noticed till late I leave her to sleep and other times…” He laughed lightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “When I’m stubborn, I carry her back to bed. I don’t really like to be sleeping without her.”

Someone—you suspected it was one of the Ferrari PR team—had clipped part of his media day interview and posted it online.

“When I’m stubborn, I carry her back to bed. I don’t really like to be sleeping without her.”

The clip went viral almost immediately. Twitter, Instagram, TikTok, everywhere.

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. Charles didn’t say much about their relationship publicly. He wanted to keep you safe and protected from those who weren’t supportive. But when he did, it always sounded exactly like him—honest, simple, no extra words but always full of love and awe.

You showed him while the two of you were having breakfast, you scrolling through your phone and trying not to laugh.

“What?” Charles asked, trying to get a better look of what was making you giggle so early in the morning.

“Look, you’ve gone viral Romeo” you said, holding up your phone.

There were memes already:

• Pierre Gasly on Instagram Stories: “Bro romantic for no reason 💀”

• Lando Norris tweeting: “Charles Leclerc carrying his girlfriend like she’s a Ferrari front wing 😭priorities”

• Lewis Hamilton chiming in on Instagram: “Real love is carrying her and not waking her up. Respect.”

• Carlos Sainz texting the group chat directly: “So you’re the paddock’s softest now? Should I buy you a teddy bear?” followed by three crying-laughing emojis.

Charles rolled his eyes and tugged you gently from your hand, setting it aside before pulling you onto his lap and closer against his chest.

Charles pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Let them all talk,” he murmured.

“I wouldn’t have us any other way, mon chéri”

(Translation - my darling)

[beloveds-embrace]

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im addicted to historical manhwa so when I stumbled upon your whole Dukedom141 x Reader which btw I rly love so so much especially the baby longing part 🥺😩

anywayyy, I had this sudden imagines where dear Reader is a childhood bestie to the Crown Prince(who views him only platonically but prince were in romantically one-sided) 👀 ops drama

im rly craving for jealousy troupe bc of how rare they are in tf141xR. they weren't all together yet so how would dukedom141 react when they all saw how close, intimate ish the c. prince was to the reader? they cant do much bc well yea he's the prince of the kingdom, and they just feel/know the prince is in love w/ her too. how can they cope with it? what would their actions be? 🤔🤔 i kinda see the men were plastic fake smiles to the prince and then spoil reader w/ their love languages instead to erase any thoughts of the flirty things the prince did from her mind and just confused why the sudden extra attention to her lmaoo 🤭 but opcorss will love to read your take in this!

if ur free to do this prompt fic, sending my love to you in advance! 😗👉🏻💝💖💗💓💞💕

Sorry for the long wait! I hope you enjoy this <33

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Price clenched his jaw, his grip tightening on his glass of brandy as he tried- tried- not to let the Crown Prince’s laugh, so carefree and loud, set his teeth further on edge. The Prince’s hand had lingered far too long against the small of your back when he guided you through the ballroom earlier. And now? Now, Price had to sit back and watch as the Prince leaned far too close, his eyes dancing with mischief as he whispered something that had you giggling behind your gloved hand.

“Does he always look at her like that?” Simon’s voice was low, but the tension was evident, nearly vibrating out of him. He stood beside Price, posture rigid, hands clasped behind his back as if that might keep him from marching over and physically removing the man from your side.

“He’s always been like this with her,” John grunted, taking a sip of his drink. It didn’t help ease the sharp taste of bitterness on his tongue. “Childhood friends, they are. Grew up together in the capital.”

“Friends.” Simon scoffed, his eyes following the Prince’s every movement as he twirled you around on the dance floor, his grip firm but tender on your waist. “He’s in love with her. Anyone can see that.”

“Don’t you think I already know that?” John growled under his breath.

You laughed again, your head tilting back, and the sound carried through the grand hall like music. It wasn’t that John and Simon weren’t used to your laughter- it was the way the Prince seemed to be the one causing it, soaking in every moment as if it were his lifeline.

“Can’t do a bloody thing about it either, not in public,” Simon muttered darkly.

They both knew it. The Crown Prince was untouchable, politically and socially. They couldn’t just step in without causing offense or worse- humiliating you.

So instead, they forced themselves to endure it. Forced themselves to wear the kind of smiles that barely reached their eyes when you and the Prince eventually approached, your grin widened with exertion from the dancing.

“My dukes,” the Prince greeted, eyes gleaming. “I hope you don’t mind that I stole your lovely Duchess for a few dances. She’s quite the partner- though I’m sure you already knew that.”

Price smiled. It was tight, controlled. “We’re honored by your attention, Your Highness.”

Simon, however, simply gave a low hum, eyes never leaving the Prince’s hand as it trailed lightly down your arm before he finally let go.

Neither of them could do more than stand there as the Prince leaned in to kiss the back of your hand before excusing himself, promising another dance later in the evening.

The second he was gone, however, Simon leaned down to whisper in your ear. “You’re dancing with me next.”

And John? John was already mentally drafting plans to ensure the Prince’s next visit would be delayed indefinitely.

The Price Duchy was alive with movement and excitement during the Crown Prince’s unexpected visit. Servants bustled, maids rushed to prepare the best rooms, and Kyle and Johnny… well, Kyle and Johnny were trying their damned hardest not to glare daggers at the man who seemed to think it was his home.

“God, look at him.” Johnny hissed as they stood just outside the parlor doors, peeking in through the gap to where the Prince sat beside you. He was leaning in, speaking softly enough that Johnny couldn’t make out the words, but he could see the way your eyes flitted about, bashful and happy.

“He’s too close.” Kyle muttered, his grip tightening around the tray he held.

Your hand rested lightly on the Prince’s arm, your expression warm and relaxed as you laughed at something he said. It wasn’t fair how easy it was for him to make you laugh.

“He’s enjoying this too much,” Johnny said, voice dark and low. “Thinks he can just waltz in here and take all her attention?”

Kyle gave him a side glance. “Don’t let the Duke hear you say that. He’s already half-ready to call off trade agreements if it’d mean keeping him away.”

The Prince leaned closer again, face soft and hands gentle for you, and Johnny had to bite down a curse.

They weren’t allowed to do anything about it- not when it was the bloody Prince himself. But they could fix it.

That evening, they wasted no time executing their plan.

Kyle practically hovered as you settled into the sitting room with your embroidery, immediately offering to fetch you tea and desserts- all your favorites. Johnny sat himself down beside you, offering to entertain you with far better stories than that Prince could ever hope to know.

When you smiled, they felt victorious.

When you sighed in delight over the sweets and laughed over Johnny’s tales, they felt invincible.

Neither mentioned the Prince at all, and neither gave you any opportunity to dwell on his visit. Instead, they drowned you in their attention, making you laugh until your sides ached, ensuring your mind was too full of their affections to even think about whatever flirty nonsense the Prince had whispered earlier.

By the end of the night, when they escorted you to your chambers and bid you goodnight with lingering touches to your hands and cheeks, both Kyle and Johnny felt a smug sense of satisfaction.

Because you were theirs, and no prince- no matter how charming or influential- would ever change that.

[lilbluustar]

what i don't know how to say, but i feel

pairing— bf!anton x fem!reader

wc— 3.1k

content and warnings— male insecurity, emotionally fearful reader, overthinking, deep emotional connection, need for emotional validation, mild anxiety, smut (mdi), oral sex (f. receive), softboy!anton, fluff, emotional intimacy, mutual pining.

note— hello:) to write this i got a lot of inspiration from me, lol. at first people usually think i'm very cold and it's ironic because i'm a super loving and caring girl, i just have had very bad experiences and luck, that's why i'm usually a bit suspicious before opening my heart, anyway, i hope u like it and enjoy it! 🥺💕🫶💘

at the beginning of your relationship with anton, he felt completely enchanted—but also confused.

at first, it was hard for you.

much harder than you would’ve liked to admit.

when anton hugged you, your shoulders tensed almost instinctively.

not because you didn’t like it—quite the opposite—but because something inside you was triggered with a silent alarm. as if sudden affection were a luxury you didn’t know how to handle. you were afraid of giving too much, only to be left without it later. fearful of getting used to his warmth and waking up one day to find it gone.

and that kept you in a constant contradiction: wanting to be close, but fearing you wouldn’t know how.

you wanted to reach for his hand, but your fingers stayed still.

you wanted to say “i miss you” many times, but swallowed the words before they reached your lips.

there were days when you’d just think: what if i push him away because i don’t know how to love him the way he deserves?

but you tried.

slowly.

even if it didn’t always show.

even if no one else understood.

every small sign of affection was a battle won against your own fears. and somehow, anton knew. that’s why he never pressured you. he just waited. with a patience that sometimes broke you, because you couldn’t understand how someone could love you without rushing you.

he wanted everything with you, but there were moments when his hands turned cold, when he felt you pull away ever so slightly, like you didn’t know how to express love the way he felt it.

you’d been dating for almost two months. although your time together was sweet, anton was starting to feel a silent pressure he didn’t know how to let go of.

so one night, while rehearsing with the guys, he was quieter than usual. it was sohee who broke the silence:

"what’s wrong, anton?"

and after a sigh, he replied:

"it’s nothing serious. i just… feel weird. sometimes i wonder if i’m doing something wrong. i know she cares about me, i do… but there’s something that never fully comes out. like she’s holding back. like she’s scared to give me more."

and one by one, the boys started backing him up.

"that doesn’t mean she doesn’t love you, bro. maybe it’s just her way of protecting herself. i know her, you just need to give her time," Sungchan said, throwing an arm around Anton’s shoulders.

"love doesn’t always look the same. but if you can see she’s trying, even just a little… then it’s there," shotaro added while opening a bottle of water.

"talk to her. don’t bottle it up. you don’t have to carry it alone. she might surprise you too," wonbin nodded, serious but sincere.

and that conversation didn't leave his head for a long time.

days later, you were at his house again, helping him organize some things in his room. you were laughing as you found one of his childhood drawings, and he smiled too.

"was this supposed to be a three-legged octopus?" you asked with a breathy laugh, holding up the crumpled-edge drawing.

anton chuckled softly, the kind of laugh that’s with you, but also a little lost in thought.

"that was actually a dinosaur..." he said, scratching the back of his neck.

you moved closer to show him, and as you did, he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear with such gentleness it left you speechless for a second. the kind of gesture that doesn’t say much, but says everything.

but deep down, something was keeping him distant. quieter than usual. every now and then he’d glance at you—then look away right after.

you noticed.

"are you okay?" you asked as you sat on his bed.

anton stood there silently for a moment, hands in his pockets.

"yeah… just tired, i guess."

but you knew him. you knew that wasn’t it.

"is that really it?" you insisted.

he took a deep breath, ran a hand through his hair, and sat beside you, still not looking at you.

"i don’t want to sound like an idiot, but... sometimes i feel like i’m holding back all the time," his voice was low, honest "i want to hug you without overthinking. to kiss you without wondering if it’s the right moment. to touch your cheek or hold your hand without second-guessing if you’ll pull away a little..."

you looked at him silently, your heart aching. he finally met your eyes—and in them, there was affection… but also vulnerability.

"i promised myself i’d be patient. and i’m trying, i really am. but it’s hard. it’s hard not to feel insecure sometimes. you make me happy, but i feel like i’m walking on glass. like one wrong step could make you pull away from me."

you swallowed hard, leaning a little closer.

"anton… i don’t want you to feel that way. it’s not your fault. i... i’m learning how to trust. not you—but that i deserve this. that you won’t hurt me. but i swear, i don’t want you to feel like this."

he looked at you silently, jaw clenched like he was holding something in. then he whispered:

"i don’t mind that it takes time… but it hurts to feel like maybe i don’t make you feel safe enough."

that broke you.

you moved closer, took his hand in both of yours, and placed it over your chest—right above your heart. and as he felt your warmth there, he let out the tiniest sigh, like that one gesture calmed him more than a thousand words.

"you’re right here all the time. even if i’m scared to say it out loud."

anton lowered his gaze, then found your eyes again. and in the softest voice, with an almost invisible tremble:

"sometimes i wonder if you know how much i love you… or if i’m just screaming in a language you don’t quite understand yet."

your lips parted in surprise, your eyes beginning to water.

"i’m trying, anton. every day… i’m just afraid i’ll get used to your tenderness and then lose it."

"that’ll never happen. just… promise me you won’t leave me guessing all the time. even if it’s silent—let me know you love me. that you’re here."

you nodded, softly.

"i promise, anton."

he rested his forehead against yours.

silence.

a suspended space where only your breaths and unsaid words existed. then he whispered:

"thank you for trying. teally."

and even if you still weren’t ready to be overly expressive, you kissed him. slowly. a soft kiss—gentle, but intentional. as if saying without words: i don’t know how to do it all right yet, but i want to learn—with you.

and him… even if it still hurt a little, even if the insecurity didn’t completely vanish, he knew that your gesture was another step forward. for him. for both of you.

and that was enough.

a couple of weeks had passed since that conversation.

since then, anton noticed every detail.

that you didn’t hesitate as much to hug him.

that you looked for him more often.

that even in your silences, there was love.

and that day, you were walking together after dinner. you stayed outside talking, under a streetlamp, with that soft breeze messing up your hair a little.

anton held your hand, fingers interlaced and playing with yours. you weren’t talking about anything deep—just a movie you both wanted to see… but in the middle of the conversation, you suddenly said:

"you make me feel safe, you know?" he went quiet. that phrase—from you—meant the world. and you knew it.

so when you looked up and saw him looking at you like that… with that mix of tenderness, pride, and restrained desire… you smiled. anton stepped closer. his hands cupped your cheeks. and you didn’t pull away. you didn’t look down. you didn’t freeze.

you just looked at him—straight on. then hid your face in his chest, laughing softly, and he murmured: "you’re worth the wait. every time."

another time, anton was sitting in the living room with his guitar, you lying in front of him while he shared his progress with you, strumming absentmindedly... until he felt your arms around him from behind. you hugged his back, leaned your cheek against him and whispered:

"i’m really happy to be with you…"

he froze for a second. not because he didn’t want the moment—but because it was hard to process that you were now the one reaching out. that you were the one giving yourself without reservations.

he set the guitar aside. turned to face you, eyes filled with love, disbelief, and pride. he caressed your face and whispered: "you have no idea what this means to me…"

he kissed your forehead. then pulled you onto his lap, as if needing to hold you close. as if now he couldn’t quite believe it.

"i swear i feel like the luckiest guy in the world. not just because i’m with you—but because i got to see you bloom… to have your love like this, with no walls."

and you, looking at him with tenderness, said: "thank you for not giving up when i was the most scared." and anton, voice cracking slightly, could only say: "i never would. never."

since then, whenever you went out with the boys, they started noticing too. they saw how you laughed more freely when you were with anton. how you finally hugged him first. how one day, without thinking, you reached for his hand.

every little moment was a victory they lived with him. every small step you took toward anton brought shared smiles and knowing glances among the boys. sometimes they’d even nudge him with a grin, like:

"did you see that? she’s breaking through the barrier." and Anton… he just watched them, nodding with that goofy, proud little smile. because yes, it was you. and even if at your own pace… you were getting closer.

until one day, at the end of a hangout with the boys, just as you were leaving, you turned back on your own and gave him a spontaneous kiss on the cheek. just you. on your own initiative.

and when you walked out, everyone screamed, hugged him, lifted him like he had just scored the goal of the century.

anton just laughed, covering his face, mumbling “stop it, stop it,” while his heart whispered: finally… she’s starting to let go of the fear.

later, coming back from lunch with the guys, you were in anton’s room. sitting on the floor, backs against the bed, sharing a little blanket he’d had since childhood —one of those with the frayed edges but still smelled like home.

it was raining gently outside, and there was a calm in the air that wrapped around you both, like the world had turned down its volume just to let you breathe.

he was drinking coffee. you, hot tea. your knees brushed against his every now and then, but you didn’t pull away anymore. you were talking about a strange dream you had —one with colorful birds and floating trains.

anton looked at you with that soft, tilted smile he only wore when you had him completely mesmerized without even trying. he listened like you were telling him the most important secret in the universe.

at some point, you paused. looked at him.

"hey…" you said softly.

anton raised his eyebrows, curious.

you set your cup aside, swallowed hard, and before you could overthink it, you moved closer. rested your head on his shoulder, and from there, you whispered:

"can i tell you something?"

"always."

"i don’t think i ever thought i’d be here. that i could feel so… at peace, so happy, just sitting next to someone. with you. it feels like there’s no rush. like everything’s okay even if i don’t say much. and that… makes me want to stay."

he didn’t say anything at first. he just took your hand, gently, and kissed it. then, pressing his forehead to yours, he whispered:

"stay as long as you want. i used to dream about this too."

you set your cup down on the nightstand and didn’t waste another second before melting your lips into anton’s.

he kissed you with so much intensity and love, like the whole world depended on not letting go of that moment.

"are you okay?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

you nodded, unable to speak. his eyes were shining—not just because of what had just happened, but because of what it meant. everything you had kept inside out of fear, everything you had held back because of pain, had crumbled with the first brush of his lips. and still, it felt… peaceful.

"anton…" you said, searching his eyes.

he swallowed hard, as if every part of him was struggling to stay steady.

"are you sure?"

you looked at him with the kind of honesty that only comes when nothing else matters anymore.

"yes. please… make me yours"

anton kissed you again, this time with more hunger, more restrained emotion. his hands slipped under the fabric of your coat, and you clung to his shirt, pulling him closer.

the kisses grew slower, deeper. breaths heavier. the barriers disappeared in soft touches at first—shy—then bolder, more desperate.

he gently laid you down on his bed, as if you were too delicate, never once breaking the kiss. your bodies spoke the same language, as if they had been waiting for this moment forever.

your hands tangled in his hair, and he let out a sigh against your lips when you felt his fingers brush the skin beneath your blouse.

"tell me if you want me to stop," he said again, his voice rough, his forehead resting against yours.

"don’t stop," you answered—without fear, without hesitation.

then Anton looked at you like you were the only person who had ever mattered. and with overwhelming patience, he began to undress you slowly, as if each layer was a shared secret, a promise to stay—even when it hurt.

the dim lights, the silence of the room, and the warmth of your bodies created a new kind of intimacy—one where there was no space for ghosts, only for the two of you.

and for the first time, your scars didn’t ache when they were touched.

your blouse fell to the floor unhurriedly, as if time itself had surrendered to you both. anton’s gaze never left you for a second. there was no lust in his eyes—there was something else… admiration. care.

"you’re shaking…" he murmured, tracing your collarbone with his fingers.

"so are you," you replied with a faint smile.

the warm lights in his room were soft, as if they, too, wanted to protect that moment. outside, the rain had begun to tap against the windows, creating a slow, intimate rhythm.

a melody that wrapped around you both.

anton lowered his head and kissed your neck, leaving wet caresses on your skin, soft at first... until his lips became more determined. each kiss was a confession he dared not say out loud.

your hands slipped under his shirt, pulling it up little by little. He took it off without breaking contact, letting your breaths mingle in the silence.

when you were both half-naked, you stood like that for a moment, facing each other, no longer touching. just looking at each other. as if seeing each other for real was also undressing.

anton kissed you again, this time deeper, more desperate. he held you by the waist and pulled you to him, until you felt every heartbeat, every breath. he moved down your body, leaving wet kisses on the exposed part of your breasts your bra didn't reach to cover, on your stomach, slowly descending, worshipping every corner as if it were sacred.

you moaned softly as you felt his mouth lower, and your thighs trembled at the contact with the warmth of his tongue. He paused for a second, looking up.

“are u all right, baby?” he whispered, brushing the tip of his nose against your wet folds.

you nodded with parted lips, cheeks burning.

“don't stop... please.”

and anton listened to you as if every word was a divine command. he started to eat you out, you with urgency, with devotion, with tenderness. his tongue moved with a perfect blend of slowness and pressure, as if he wanted to memorize every sound that escaped from your mouth.

your hips moved of their own accord, seeking him, yearning for more. one of your hands clung to the sheets, the other to his hair.

it wasn't long before you reached your peak of pleasure, releasing you and anton didn't hesitate to take it all as if he needed it to exist, causing you to be overstimulated.

“toni...” your broken voice made him raise his head, his breath hitching.

“may i...?” he asked, brushing his cheek against yours.

"yes... please. i want to feel you closer."

he kissed you as he positioned himself on top of you again, both of you still trembling. the first brush was slow, almost awkward from nerves. you pressed him tighter against you, moaning as you felt him enter you fully.

your bodies clicked together, as if they were made to meet like this. slow at first, as if each movement was a promise. then deeper, more urgent, as the breaths became gasps and the silence was filled with your names.

“don't look away," anton asked, his voice breaking. just look at me.

and you did, even as your body arched with pleasure, even as tears mingled with sweat and sighs.

because in that instant, between the trembling of your bodies and the rubbing of your souls, you knew each other more than two wounded people.

they recognized each other.

they chose each other.

they were love.

his forehead rested on yours, your breaths still uneven, his trembling hands on your waist.

and you stayed like that, no more words.

because sometimes love didn’t need shouting or grand gestures.

sometimes it only needed a rainy afternoon, two warm cups, and the kind of safe silence that blooms when someone finally feels… at home.

[captain-barnes-writes]

Mine ( Lewis Hamilton )

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x reader (with a bit of Jude Bellingham)

Type: Insta au

Face Claim: Camila Morrone

Warnings: just a jealous Lewis hehehe

When Lewis Hamilton starts dating someone equally famous as he is, he is struck with how much male attention she gets and has to lay his claim.

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User I love the view (you)

User 😭

User the freaking cutest omfg

Charlesleclerc let’s play chess

YourUsername im right next to you my handsome scrumptious man ily so much

KimiAntonelli I’m landing in Paris tomorrow!!

User you look so sweet 😭I literally can’t

User this is the type of stare you give to your significant other

DanielRicciardo don’t stare at me like this 👁️👄👁️

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Yourbestfriend must be nice 👀 i miss youuu

YourUsername I miss you, see you in a few days🫶

LewisHamilton even looking away you look so pretty

User we love a well traveled queen

User it’d be so funny if you ran into Lewis Hamilton, he’s literally there too! My two worlds colliding 🤭

KylianMbappe Dinner?

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YourUsername dazed 💘

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JudeBellingham absolutely breathtaking 😍

User Jude what are you doing here

User he’s really shooting his shot🫢

BellaHadid the prettiest

Yourbestfriend always 💖

YourUsername thank you my beautiful friends💕

LandoNorris 😍

User LANDO

User lol omg YN really has footballers & f1 drivers on a chokehold

User 🫢

User she was just in Paris where is she now??��

User what’s Ferrari doing here

User even the admin is crushing on Y/N

User can’t blame them 😮‍💨

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LewisHamilton can’t take what’s already mine

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User caption?

User SUS

User what are you talking about

User I wanna know so bad 🥲

User ME TOO

User who is making my cutie patootie mad??

CharlesLeclerc 🧐

Alexandrasaintmleux 👀

User what is happening

User this is an inside joke for sure

ScuderiaFerrari ❤️‍🔥

BellaHadid true 🧘‍♀️

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YourUsername can this last forever?

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Yourbestfriend I love seeing you so happy 💖 my sunshine of a bestfriend

BellaHadid She really is the sunshine 🥺

YourUsername love you my prettiest ❣️

SofiaVergara Bella!!

YourUsername y tú la más preciosa💖 (and you the most precious)

User we love a bilingual queen!

JudeBellingham geez😮‍💨😍

User @RealMadrid come get your child

MicheleMorrone let me show you more of my beautiful Italy 🇮🇹

User the fact that he knows she’s in Italy lmao

User not the 365 days man himself 😳

Neymar 😍😍😍😍

DamianoDavid my goodness 🫨💘

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F1wags New WAG alert? 🚨 Lewis Hamilton spotted with a woman who looks a lot like Y/N. Fans are speculating the two have been vacationing together as their social media has portrayed them to be in the same places around the same time. What do you guys think?

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User kind of explains his last caption since a lot of famous men have been in her insta comments hitting on her

User that’s what I think too

User it sounded a little jealous tbh

User my two worlds colliding omg

User I ship it 😍

User that would be the hottest couple

User imagine their babies

User can’t the man have friends??

User with his track record lmao

User how can this man just be friends with YN??

User He really said let me show these men she’s already taken

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F1Wags Days after photos surfaced of Lewis Hamilton & YN out in Italy, new pictures have come out of the pair having dinner yet again. The ever-private formula 1 driver has not had a public relationship since Nicole Scherzinger. Do you think Y/N is changing that? What do you guys think of Y/N as a new f1 WAG? Count me in 😍

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User I have no words 🫣

User can Lewis fight??

User Y/N and Lewis was not on my bingo card this year

User Another one for his roster lol

User hater

User honestly his fuckboy antics are a thing of the past

User you think he’ll ever have a relationship like the one with Nicole??

User He’s been so private after that one

User he’s been looking so happy lately

User if it’s true, I wish them so much happiness 🥹

Complex Y/N seen in Monaco arriving to building where Lewis Hamilton resides. This comes after Real Madrid star Jude Bellingham allegedly sent flowers and a letter to Y/N’s hotel room. The football prodigy is said to be extremely infatuated with the starlet, leaving likes and comments on her posts. Lewis Hamilton, per close sources, was said to be fuming at this. He’s been seen with plenty other actresses and socialites, but hasn’t been in a formal public relationship since 2015. He is said to have fallen hard for the young starlet the last few months and dislikes the attention she gets from men.

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User and I OOP 😳

User a jealous Lewis??

User right? Who would’ve thought lmao

User The Y/N effect ✨✨

User can we talk about how she looks so good though? 😍

User I’d be jealous too

User can’t blame him honestly

User I mean why not just confirm it then?

User He wanna be private so bad they’re gonna steal his girl lmfaooo

User she even had Lando in her comments im dead

User she had THE Michele Morrone trying to show her Italy 🫣

User she is literally Henry Cavill’s crush I mean??

User my fuckboy needs to man up 😩

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LewisHamilton mine 😈❤️‍🔥 #lifelately

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BellaHadid yes, shoo them away 🤣

AlexandraSaintMleux IM DEAD

Yourbestfriend the chokehold she’s had on these athletes and actors is insane lol

BellaHadid and singers!

Lewishamilton thanks for reminding me 🙂

ScuderiaFerrari I know red is your color @yourusername ❤️❤️

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Lewishamilton you’re good young pup

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YourUsername yours baby ❤️‍🔥

LewisHamilton The world needed to know that what’s mine is mine only

YourUsername 😳

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[melanchoire]

G!p Yujin fucking reader while Wonyoung watches on the side, enjoying the show before joining the two of you and sitting on your face as Yujin continues

WHAT IF I PROPOSE mean girl wonyoung and loser yujin 👀

wonyoung wasn’t exactly a bully, actually, she was more of a typical pretty and popular girl who has fun talking about other people’s personal lives and spreading gossip. and like all this kind of person, she always had someone in her sights and victim of her mockery; the biggest losers of the university, yujin and her girlfriend

she doesn’t understand how you two don’t have a bad reputation. i mean, losers who are the star students of their classes are supposed to be seen as idiots, not the school’s sweetheart couple that everyone loves and finds adorable 😤

and she always has a comment to make when she sees you two together. wonyoung doesn’t care if it’t a simple comment as she passes by you two or if she even dares to stop next to you just for this, she loves this

“when will be the day you can have the balls to fuck your girlfriend, ahn? still being a virgin even with a girlfriend must hurt. sometimes you make me wonder if you two have even had your first kiss.”

and it’s really exhausting! she is always there. you’re having lunch with yujin in the cafeteria and she is looking in your direction. you’re walking hand in hand with yujin down the hall and she is just there. you’re alone with yujin in the classroom and she shows up there because coincidentally she just forgot something in the classroom

then one day you don’t know how but wonyoung manages to go to your shared dorm with yujin just to watch her fuck you because she doesn’t believe that two losers can do it? WELL—

wonyoung tries hard to hide her surprise when she sees that you two were serious when you told her that you’ve done this before 😭 of course someone with a reputation and social status like hers wouldn’t think two bookworms could fuck or even have a love life, much less when two of that weirdo were dating!

she was in awe at the sight of you lying on the bed, with your shirt unbuttoned and your tits bouncing beneath the confines of your bra due to how hard yujin was ramming her cock into you 😔 breathy and whiny moans escaping your lips every time yujin’s hips slammed against your ass in a speed that you're sure makes the head of the bed hit against the wall of the room

and she is also impressed because she never saw this side of yujin 😳 always looking so charming and charismatic, a sweet and friendly girl with everyone and a complete gentlemanly sweetheart with her girlfriend 🥺💕 but right now, there was nothing sweet about the way yujin was growling against your shoulder and fucking you like she hated you 🥰

but even here you can’t save yourself from wonyoung’s bad luck! she is here, kneeling next to you on the bed

“play with your tits while yujin fucks you, (y/n)–ah. you know how to do it, right? or has your girlfriend never given you anything more than awkward vanilla sex?”

and you obey her order like the good girl you always are 🥺 you would have just pulled down your bra to expose your breasts if it weren’t for yujin directing her hands to your back for a moment, unhooking your bra and helping you take it off along with your shirt, giving you better comfort because even in this humiliating moment she is a sweet girlfriend who wants to provide you with the best comfort and experience possible 🥹💕

and the way you cup your tits in your hands and pinch and twist your nipples between your fingers makes wonyoung understand that this is clearly not the first time you’ve done this…

wonyoung doesn’t let the stern look that yujin gives her pass, being aware of the way wonyoung’s eyes were shamelessly scanning your body, but yujin looks so attractive and so dorky at the same time with those thick frame glasses that wonyoung can’t help but tease her too 🥰

“yujin–ah, you should move your hips like this. otherwise, you will never give your girlfriend an orgasm.” moving her hands to yujin’s hips and beginning to guide her movements, forcing yujin to give you harder and deeper thrusts that make you both moan at the same time

yujin looking so attractive as she runs a hand through her messy hair, taking a moment to adjust the glasses that threatened to fall off the bridge of her nose as she bit her lip and drops of sweat slowly ran down her neck. “don’t listen to her, princess. you’re doing a good job, being such a good girl for me. now just lie there and take what daddy gives you.” yujin says as she lifts your legs up onto her thighs, sliding a hand between your legs and beginning to play with your clit the way she knows you like it 😵‍💫

wonyoung would have made a comment and dirty joke about whether yujin knew where the clit was located, but she was so shocked because she never thought you two would have this kind of dynamic 😳 always thinking that you two were the kind of idiots who don’t know how to fuck properly and make everything awkward and weird, making her swallow her words and start to get frustrated for witnessing such a good fuck and not being able to be part of it 💔

when she knows that the orgasm of both of you is close she knows that it’s her moment to tease! or so she thinks…

“c’mon yujin, are you going to take your cock out and jerk off to cum on her—? oh…” and she is surprised when she sees, that on the contrary, yujin does not withdraw inside you when she cums, shooting her heavy load into your womb, filling you with her warm cum while at the same time you squirt all over her cock, keeping her length inside you to make sure her cum stays in there until your pussy swallows it whole 😍

wonyoung is so focused on the way the combined fluids of both of you are oozing out from your pussy that she doesn’t notice when yujin gets up from the bed and approaches her, realizing this when she feels a hand grab a handful of her hair and give it a sharp tug that makes her wince in pain

“now, i want you to sit on my girlfriend’s face and look me straight in the eyes while she does it. let’s see if she is also a virgin loser like you always say.” and wonyoung knows she is screwed when she sees how you’re now lying on your side, eyes half–closed and a lazy grin as you move your index finger for her to come closer…

[eph3meraaa]

𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 "Fame feeds her. Love might save her"

𝖲𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌：In a glittering world where fame sparkles brighter than the truth, former Huntr/x member RELLE reigns as the world's sweetheart, a K-pop soloist adored by millions, envied for her talent, and worshipped for her charm. But when she crosses paths with the Saja Boys, a rising idol group with secrets as dark as her own, what will Relle do when given a choice between protecting the world that loves her, and giving in to the ones that truly know her.

𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌：Emotional trauma, identity struggles (including self-worth, shame, secrecy), mild violence/ fantasy fight scenes, Blood, Grief and abandonment, Fame-related isolation, complex female friendships, demon lore, morally grey characters, reverse harem elements.

Word Count: 1528

The penthouse lights were dim. The sound of her door clicking shut echoed louder than it should have.

Relle- Rae, padded into the quiet, still barefoot from the van ride home, clutching a gift bag someone had shoved into her hands at the venue exit. She dropped it gently by the marble entry table and wandered into the bathroom, rubbing at the glitter still clinging to her collarbone.

The mirror greeted her like a friend too polite to mention how tired she looked.

She smiled at herself anyway.

Another sold-out show. Another wave of praise and adoration. The high was still there—just quieter now, softened into a glow under her skin.

Then her phone buzzed.

She glanced down at it, expecting a manager note or another notification flood from fan tags.

But it was the Huntrix group chat.

A group she never officially left.

⸻

Zoey.exe: Hey!! We were watching your concert on the plane YOU WERE SO GREAT OUT THERE 💖💖💖

Miramirage: Had to cut it short though because we had to fight the stupid demons on our plane 🙄 Mira 3 - Demons 0 😌

Rae laughed softly. They always knew how to make her smile, even after all this time. Rumi didn’t send anything. But she had read the messages. The little “seen” marker blinked at the bottom of the chat like a quiet echo.

She hesitated only for a second before tapping out a reply:

Raediant_princess: awww thank you guys 🥺💗 i miss u all so much pls tell me when you land safely!! we should see each other soon 💕

She locked her phone and looked back up at her reflection.

The silence that followed wasn’t loud. It was familiar. Like something she’d grown used to carrying around in her back pocket.

She traced one finger just beneath her collarbone, as if she could feel the phantom shimmer of the patterns she’d hidden again.

“I can’t be sad tonight.”

“It’d only be a waste.”

But her chest tugged anyway.

⸻

FLASHBACK –  THREE YEARS AGO

It had started with a laugh.

“I’m serious, Rumi,” RELLE said, bouncing a little on the hotel bed, her eyes lit with the spark of discovery. “I think I figured out something… huge.”

Rumi sat on the window ledge, arms crossed, sleeves tugged down to her wrists, her smile thoughtfull. “What kind of huge?”

Rae bit her lip and leaned forward. She concentrates all her energy into her body, and almost instantly, her light purple patterns that traced her skin, disappeared. Rumi’s eyes widened.

“How..- I thought that drained your energy by a lot?” the purple haired girl asked in disbelief and in awe. 

“Isn’t this great, Rumi?” Rae said, her voice bright with excitement. She clasped her friend’s hands, eyes shining. “You could do it too—you wouldn’t have to hide from the sun anymore”

“Stop.”

Rumi pulled her hands away, her expression hardening. “You’re still stealing people’s souls, Rae,” she snapped. “What were you thinking?”

Rae’s smile faltered, but she rushed to explain. “No, it’s not like that! It’s just… I don’t know, it’s like their energy charges me—like sunlight, like a plant getting nutrients from the sun—but I don’t actually take their souls.”

She ended with a hopeful smile, wide and eager, like that would make everything okay

The words landed like cold water.

Rae’s smile faltered. “No.. Rumi I just don’t hate myself for what I am.” That was all she said.

And Rumi—her sister in all but blood, her fellow secret—had gone quiet. Not angry. Not yelling. Just… quiet.

That was somehow worse. They hadn’t talked about it since. And for once, their hotel room wasn’t filled with screams of joy or pillows weren’t scattered due to sneak attack pillow fights. For once, they slept without saying goodnight. 

⸻

BACK TO PRESENT

Her phone buzzed again. A new message from someone

#1bestassistant: AMAZING JOB AS ALWAYS TODAY BABES THEY LOVED YOU OUT THERE!! 💖🔥🔥🔥

Rae’s face lit up.

#1bestassistant: for tmrws schedule you have nothing planned other than that meet with huntrix, so as a treat what would you like to do gorgeous?? 👀🌸👠

She giggled softly, texting back:

Raediant_princess: you’re too sweet 😭😭 thank you so much for everything always!!

#1bestassistant: omg wait hey didn’t you wanna visit that cafe in Gangnam again? i heard they have the cream puffs you wanted 👀

Rae paused, picturing it, the little bakery with pink tile floors, the window seats, the way the cream puff filling always exploded slightly at the first bite. The way the street outside bustled with Seoul life. Noise. Color. People.

It would be nice to walk around for a bit.

She smiled, thumbs flying.

Raediant_princess: yk what it’d be nice to walk around for a bit so i don’t see why not!! 

She set her phone down to do her normal nightly routine, and looked up at her reflection again. Her demon patterns didn’t shimmer this time. She didn’t call them out. Didn’t need to.

She gave herself a little wink, a small nod, and a reassuring smile.

“You’re okay. We’re okay.” And just like that, she turned toward the glow of the city skyline behind the glass.

Tomorrow, she’d just be a girl for a day.

Or so she thought.

⸻

The Gangnam sun was warm and bright—just the way Rae liked it.

She kept her hoodie on and sunglasses snug on the bridge of her nose, but even in disguise, she could feel people’s energy as she moved through the streets. Not recognition—just excitement. Motion. Joy.

The smell of fresh pastries from nearby stalls mingled with perfume and the sharp tang of car exhaust. Music floated from shopfronts. Somewhere, someone was yelling about a sale. It was perfect.

“Okay,” she whispered to herself in determination. Fighting! “Let’s find those cream puffs.”

Her phone buzzed.

#1bestassistant: go live your best pastry princess life 🥰🍰”

Rae smiled. God, she loved that woman.

⸻

The bakery was nestled between a skincare boutique and a bubble tea chain. She knew it the second she saw the floral window decals and the rows of puffs behind glass—piled high like sugary little mountains.

She picked out three: strawberry, matcha, and vanilla almond. When the worker recognized her voice and asked if she was RELLE, she gave them a wink and pressed one finger to her lips,

“Shhh, I’m off duty today.”

Bag in hand, pastries secured like treasure, she stepped back into the crowd—sun shining, cheeks warm, and no real destination in mind.

She just wanted to exist for a bit.

To be Rae. To be RELLE. To be someone in between.

ephmera edit: Oh yes I did ;)

She turned a corner, lost in thought.

And slammed straight into someone.

“Oh my god—! I’m so sorry!” she gasped, grabbing his forearm to steady herself.

He turned to face her, and time did that thing it sometimes does in movies. Where everything else blurred and the world tilted a little.

He was tall. Dressed in a simple black loose sweater. His hair was well put in a way that it looked curated and seemed to shine against the light. His smile was soft. Warm. The kind that made people fall in love by accident.

“No worries,” he said, handing her one of the cream puffs that had almost slipped from her bag. “I wasn’t watching either.”

She took it slowly, fingers brushing his.

And that’s when she saw it.

His eyes—rich brown—flickered, just for a heartbeat, to a glowing, golden amber.

Her breath caught.

He blinked, and they were brown again. Human. Normal.

But he wasn’t. He’s a demon, she realized. He’s like me.

Only… he didn’t know she was.

She’d learned how to hide it too well.

He handed her a flyer with a slow, effortless smile, soft around the edges, like it, he, belonged in a daydream Rae didn’t know she was having. “Come see us,” he said.

 “We’re debuting in a week. Saja Boys. First performance’s free.” another drop-dead gorgeous smile that went straight to her heart, she averted her eyes, hoping the flush on her skin wasn’t as obvious as it felt. 

The others stood nearby, handing out flyers too—every one of them striking. Ethereal. One had cloud-like purple hair. Another’s pink hair reminded her of Mira, the man’s buttons straining with every breath. One leaned against a lamppost, lost in his reflection. Another looked cursed—or blessed—to stay forever young. All of them were beautiful. And all of them felt… wrong. Wonderfully, impossibly wrong.

They weren’t human either. She could feel it deep in her bones. And for once, her patterns made a little tingle on her skin.

She should’ve been afraid.

But she wasn’t.

She stared at the boy in front of her—his presence calm but magnetic. That soft smile still on his face.

Who are you?

But she didn’t say it.

Instead, her phone rang. And she answered almost in a daze.

Her manager’s voice cut through the moment like scissors through thread.

“Gorgeous? Your Huntrix meeting is in thirty. I’m outside!”

Rae blinked and looked back at the man.

“I—right. Sorry, I have to go.” She turned to leave, her hands slipped from his, and then—forgot the flyer entirely. It slipped from her mind as she ran toward the car.

I hope you enjoyed chapter one, yes I decided to post early, I was just as excited to drop this chapter as much as you all have.

I also pray that the little "Love, Maybe" moment wasn't an overkill, its one of my favorite songs and it was also in the movie soo yeah!!

That would be all have a great day lovelies MWAH <3

Tagslist: @lexasaurs634 @gremlinartstudio @stxrrielle @artistadistrada2002

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Pick A Card: What about you turns them on?? 18+🔥😍

Please do not engage with this reading if you aren’t 18 or older!!

Think about your person and pick 1-3 (left to right)

Hi everyone!!! I hope this reading finds you well <3 Thank you all for your support and kindness 🤍 If you want access to more accurate and exclusive 18+ readings, feel free to check out my Patreon where I will be posting a lot more often💕 Information regarding private readings will be coming soon!!!❤️ Asé🦋

Pile 1- 8 of cups, 10 of wands, 4 of cups

Signs- Pisces, cancer, Sagittarius

Pile one this person thinks you are hard to get and this turns them on 😫 this person sees you as someone who has high standards. This person loves the chase!!! You have a lot of options so this person knows you can find someone better than them and it makes them want to go after you!!😮‍💨 They find it sexy that you aren’t easily impressed because you know your worth!! They also find your non chalant attitude sexy!! This person feels like they have to put in a lot of effort to get you and that makes them want you even more!!! I’m seeing that this person is sexually frustrated and they feel like you are teasing them😂😂🔥 They like that you are not easy to manipulate or sleep with!! Your overall vibe just turns them on and makes them want to chase after you🤭

Pile 2- the lovers, the sun, the world

Signs- Gemini, Leo

Omg this person is in love with you!!!🥹❤️ They are turned on by your body!! If they haven’t seen you naked then they definitely fantasize about how you look naked😍 they love your curves!! They think you light up any room you walk into!! This person is turned on by your innocent lighthearted personality!! You make this person feel like a kid again🥹 I’m seeing that this person is also turned on by your skin complexion!! A lot of you may be tan or darker skinned!! I’m also seeing that they love your hair! This person basically loves everything about your physical appearance!! This isn’t just about looks for them though because they genuinely love you😫🩷 You make this person complete and they can definitely see themselves being with you long term!!!

Pile 3- 3 of swords, 6 of swords, the chariot

Signs- libra, Aquarius, cancer

This person is turned on by your strength!! This person finds it sexy that you can overcome any obstacle in your life!! I feel like this person knows that you have been through a lot!! For a lot of you I’m hearing you may have had a rough childhood or maybe you recently suffered a loss. This person loves that no matter what happens to you, you always make it out ten times stronger!!🥺🥺🥺 This person has so much respect for you!!! They think you are a go getter!!! For others, I’m seeing this person is turned on by the fact that you are a little bit of a heartbreaker!! You aren’t afraid to cut people off if they aren’t bringing positivity into your life and this person finds that super hot😫 This person may actually be someone you cut off😂😂😂

[rayroseu]

I love how Meleanor's dragon form can serve as little hints about how Malleus grew up as a dragon🥹💚🐉🦎

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Comparing the frills on their cheeks... it seems like their frills grows with age and gets lighter and more connected to their eyes, it seems to get more purple skin/highlights as well.

In contrast to Meleanor's adult dragon form with hard scales, Little Malleus seem to have softer skin/scales, so i think their hard scales develop over time too. Also their snout gets more patterned too.

The spikes on their backs seems to separate as they get larger. Looking at Little Malleus, he has spikes that are close to each other yet on Meleanor's spikes, they're kind of sectioned in her head, torso, and her tail.

Their horns grows darker as it gets taller. Its noticeable on the horns of their head and on the wings.

Their horns also get more ridges over their development! Since Baby Malleus has smooth horns but now in Malleus' grown up form and Meleanor's, its more textured.

I think their horns are purple at the start then starts to get dark green??? Both Meleanor and Malleus' horns in card art always have green highlights after all.

I wonder if they're more green-colored in their human form bcs it symbolizes their empathy and how they're more humane and how connected to nature they are, but when they're in their dragon form, that green-color is reserved only in their internal organs (eyes and mouth), so "they shut their kindness off".

As a result, their form is mostly dark purple on their dragon form, the color of (evil?) void magic. So, its like when theyre in their dragon form, they're encasing their empathy inside to showcase how cruel/sinister they actually are, it could also convey that in their dragon form, they're not channelling their "fae magic" but their controlled power over "darkness/evil/hell"

Malleus after all said, he's the ruler of those who follow the darkness, Meleanor is the evil princess, and Maleficent has all the powers of hell.

Also I realized Meleanor (based on the Battle pic), might be as big as a entire castle and that's just her at ~300 years old... She looks like she could wrap her own castle with just her dragon form lol.. So I'm really curious at how massive Malleus dragon form is... Maybe its Ramshackle size for now since he's just 178 years old so might not be a dragon at a size of an entire castle yet-

These are just my thoughts after staring at Meleanor for so long kwhkdhsk also bcs I want more Baby Malleus content,,,, It's what Meleanor would've wished😔😔 especially the time where he first transformed into a human🥺💕💝 I think it'll be precious to see Baby Malleus clutching to Lilia for dear life because he can't balance on two human legs jdkdhlssj🥹🥹💝💖💖 Imagine Lilia's surprise seeing Meleanor's horns on their kid as soon as Malleus transformed to a human,,, 🥹🥹🥹 Levan, where are your genes...

[oikarma]

number one girl

pairing: max verstappen x reader

summary: the story of ynmax is a very, very heated topic riddled with holes and chock full of conspiracies: a couple and split to rival brocedes. it's mostly an a f1 thing, though, until you release an album and the internet tries to deduce what ruined a decades-long friendship.

a/n: angst warning. bear with me, you're in for a long ride. we go from twitter to insta to reddit to sdfsd. this was SO FUN!

part one / part two / part three

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yourinstagram: "number one girl" out now.

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user1: mother??? music???

user2: our multitalented baby <3

stevienicks: so proud of you ❤️

yourinstagram: so thankful for you 🥺 your support is immeasurable in worth

user3: max verstappen did you-

user4: george listening to this so he can justify bullying max next season

user5: please 💀 i choked on my water reading that

user6: CHARLES IN THE CREDITS FOR PIANO?? how many side quests has this girl roped people into

user7: they're still good friends lol just cause she and max stopped speaking doesn't mean she's not close w the rest of the grid user8: @/user7 right! she and alex have also posted each other quite a bit after the rhode collab

user9: is no one talking about the lyrics 😃 gut wrenching, yes, but the way it all lines up w max??

user10: no babe dw we're all talking about the lyrics user11: my roman empire...

user12: who's this max guy and what does he have to do with my queen y/n

user13: @/user12 he's a formula one driver, they ued to be best friends user12: @/user13 like nascar? omg what i only knew that she debuted in shadow n bone but WHAT IS THIS

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A PAGE FROM Y/N's JOURNAL November 15, 2021

Max is a plane right now to see Kelly. I feel like I've been punched, three times over. The nausea is getting to me.

How could you? Just say all those things, like you always do. Do you mean any of them? When you say "I love you, more than anyone in this life." When you say "You're worth it, really. "When you say "forever." Does anyone ever really mean forever? Forever is part of the foreseeable future. You cannot capture what is beyond that.

You were my life. The words, every moment. An inescapable reminder.

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yourinstagram: "toxic till the end (ft. lewis hamilton)" is up on youtube and all music platforms ♡

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user1: what. the. fuck.

user2: is she dating lewis? what? y/n girl please stop being cryptic my head can't take all of this 😭

user3: if this is part of the press tour i must say i am now extremely invested in the ynmax drama and i didn't even know who max was until i saw a thread on number one girl...

lewishamilton: Best of luck with your future endeavors, Y/N 🫂 Will be by your side!

yourinstagram: you better be 🫰 user4: the friendship we didn't know we needed

user5: lewis with...pink hair...

user6: max emilian verstappen fumbled so hard

user7: imagine ghosting THE y/n l/n and then she drops this

user8: well, 4 years later but yeah user9: what even is a wdc...

user10: what does the heart mean y/n

user11: bro

user12: so i guess the harry styles dating rumors were all fake 😔 but omg lewis music!!

kellypiquet: Face and voice of an angel 😽

yourinstagram: me? please, pregnancy glow has been treating you good 💕 user13: at least they don't have any hard feelings...

user14: bruno in the likes is the most random thing ever

user15: acting career, check. singing career, check. formula one side quests??? multple checks

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lewishamilton: Behind the scenes of Miss Y/N's "toxic till the end" music video

tagged: yourinstagram

yourinstagram: looking good there, lew

lewishamilton: Very kind of you to say user1: trust me we are witnessing the start of a great romance

user2: i don't want to delulu too hard but PLEASE tell me y/n's moved on with lewis it would be the ultimate baddie move

user3: imagine...you won abu dhabi but you lost the love of your life to the guy you beat 🤪 user4: we're all insane but i'm just going to keep dreaming

charles_leclerc: Why am I not in your dump?

yourinstagram: face card wasn't lethal enough user5: she's brutal 💀 user6: our charles's facecard could start wars idk what she's on

user7: daddy please give me ONE chance

user8: give me some of that maranello?? he looks so good oml

user9: focusing on music videos and not racing...no wonder he's washed

user10: @/user9 can you stfu and touch grass user11: @/user9 literally no one asked

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AN UNSENT LETTER FROM MAX November 2021

Dear Hey, Y/N.

I realized you blocked me. It hurts. I don't know what to say or what to believe anymore. I miss us. Overstepping was the wrong choice, if you must, but going back is not impossible.

We've been friends for so long. Why can't you won't you try?

I miss you.

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r/Fauxmoi · 1 day ago hamilton7xc

Max Verstappen and Y/N L/N's infamous split explained?

feralonsos: So she's been pretending he led her on when she lead him on

parking23: I don't know anymore. I know nothing. Don't even talk to me.

forzamcqueen: I want to say it's not about YNMax but 21 (as in 21, when they split?) and Y/N has been coming out with music recently. When you look at the "number one girl" lyrics from Boy's perspective it lines up with this submission. That Max wanted reassurance from Y/N and she gave it to him, but she couldn't give him everything he needed.

↳ roses_berg: @/forzamcqueen I don't know...it seems kind of unlikely. Y/N has a lyric about "chasing the prize" or something like that. What prize would she be chasing? On the other hand, you have Max who has clearly said racing is his passion and he loves winning.

↳ forzamcqueen: @/roses_berg I see where you're coming from but there are a few interpretations. Toxic Till the End suggests she thought his attachment to her was maybe unhealthy, and he kept trying to find ways to keep her by his side. Y/N has mentioned in past interviews (promo for her role in Shadow and Bone, when she was starting to do acting) that she's had bad experience with past relationships and is hesitant on starting a new one.

↳ januaryblues11: @/forzamcqueen Sorry, what interview? Could you link it?

↳ forzamcqueen: @/januaryblues11 No worries, I put it down below. The part I'm referring to is around 5:41.

↳ WolffHornerFan: @/forzamcqueen Okay, okay. I need a timeline then. She must've started filming Shadow and Bone in Oct 2019, then wrapped 4 months later in Feb 2020. This might be the "prize" she's chasing? Her own career. Before it was announced that she was in the series most news referred to her as "close friend" or "best friend" of Max Verstappen. Now a lot of people know her for S&B or Top Gun Maverick, etc.

↳ CautiousOwl: Might've not wanted her relationship to overshadow her career. It's understandable, if she wanted to be taken seriously instead of a "nepo friend."

↳ 4norrisop: She's amazing in Shadow and Bone! Definitely recommend checking that out, but I don't understand why she ghosted him.

↳ ynluv07: @/4norrisop he was dating kelly at the time. she might've thought it was a bad idea after it happened (i'm referring to the kiss, which i assume happened because she explicitly refers to it a few times in "number one girl") and distanced herself. maybe she told him it wasn't okay?

↳ ICEMAN_bwoah: Brain hurts.

↳ brooksies: Well if she did give up her happiness because she thought Kelly deserved better, that's great. No wonder they're still on good terms.

↳ DauntingParrot91: @/brooksies Yeah, sure...

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AN UNSENT LETTER FROM MAX January 2022

Y/N, I'm sorry I asked for too much; I'm sorry I pushed you. I'll take my bags and go quietly, this time. Maybe you'll open the door again someday. I love you too, my best friend always.

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yourinstagram: Burnout.

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AN UNSENT LETTER FROM Y/N February 2022

Wish you'd take a little longer to pack up your bags. You're moving too fast. Make me want to hate you more than I hate myself, so I don't have to miss you. Make a mistake, please. So I have someone to blame.

Please, won't you stay a little longer? I would call you babe, just to make you smile. I wouldn't mean it that way, but I still love you. You're my best friend. Why wasn't that enough?

I'll be okay, sometime. You say it's written all over my face, and I wonder, what is? I'm fragile, now. I'm speechless, now. Don't leave me in pieces. I'm sorry, let me fix it. It won't be good for us, but oh-how I want to.

I'm already having trouble breathing. Please, stay a little longer. I can't stand these four walls without you inside them.

Come back, be here.

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maxverstappen: She stayed a little longer 🖤

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user1: GUYS HE DEF HEARD THE SONG

user2: do we think kelly asked him to post it

user3: tbf given on how sweet her n yns interactions are i wouldn't be surprised if she listened to burnout

user4: kelly. you are the strongest woman i know

user5: so i can convince you the minute i kiss you speak a little softer so i don't have to answer and make it okay before you can say

user6: i just know he had a little breakdown inside after he heard the album

user7: max rn: CHARLES HOW COULD YOU PLAY PIANO FOR HER

user8: max: alexa play that should be me user9: ho-olding your handdd

user10: who are we blaming today

user11: at least max is finally someone's number one girl

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AN UNSENT LETTER FROM MAX Summer 2024

Sometimes I look to the television and you're on, flying a plane or wielding magic, whatever it is you do these days. I knew you could act. I knew you'd make it far. I hear you were nominated for a Golden Globe, too.

I was mad for a long time. I was upset you kicked me out of your life so abruptly.

Kelly's expecting. I think she will be as good a mother to our child as she is to little P. A family is what I have always wanted, you know. It was not what you wanted.

I am sorry. I have said that many times, but one day I will need to say it to your face. I am truly, irrevocably sorry for all the hurt I caused you, in the name of love.

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r/PopCultureChat · 1 day ago forzamcqueen

"Burnout" by Y/N L/N

How do we feel about the release of the full album? Moreover, how do we think it fits into the YNMax narrative? I, for one, have been listening non-stop trying to figure out the story.

lec_clerc16: I think it's funny how many people have gotten into F1 because of her music. Lol.

↳ NaturalOtter5: Well Lewis & Charles were on it so I would say the F1 community is pretty interested in the tea aswell.

↳ lec_clerc16: @/NaturalOtter5 Right, but YNMax is old drama. Sure, someone's posting in r/F1 every other week about an old photo or new quote. It's still been around for a while. This is fresh meat 😋

jennyowens1342: such a player...LOL who is gameboy about atp

↳ sassybanana: TBF Y/N's dating life has been a lot more quiet than Max's. There have been rumors but she hasn't hard launched anything. Maybe the one public "relationship" was enough for her.

museapollo: the more i listen the more convinced i am that y/n did not want the relationship as max did and decided it was best for them to stop being friends. the whole album is about a codependent relationship and the two people can't deal with leaving but they know it's better for both.

↳ janitorsclosetmonster: yess!! that's what i've been saying. we can't blame y/n for everything, it must've been confusing for her as well. having to navigate everything. idt she'd dated anyone at that point. max was her only close friend.

↳ EggplantParmesan713: But did max cheat...that's the real question. When did THE kiss happen? And who started it?

↳ museapollo: @/EggplantParmesan713 idk. i can't figure if she actually loved him (romantically) bcs it's clear he did but her side is a bit more hazy. you have: 1. "i just WANT it to be you" - it's not actually him she loves but she desperately wants it to be him 2. "cause even when i said it was over / you heard baby can you pull me in closer" - she's telling him it won't work out but he's not listening. 3. "please, won't you stay, stay a little a little longer, babe?" - she pauses before babe, like it's her trying to convince him to stay. mb she thought it was best to distance herself/end the friendship for a bit but she still loves him a lot because they've been friends for so long

↳ forzamcqueen: @/museapollo The best explanation I have heard so far. You can't force someone to love you the way you do. At least they've matured and moved on.

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January 2025

Dear Max:

Congratulations. I'm sure you will be a wonderful father, as I have always guessed. 2024 was a great year for you. I watched all a few of your races; you've still got it.

I'm putting out an album soon. I thought you should know. I already had a talk with Kelly, she's listened to some snippets and she likes it a lot. Some of the writing is about you the things I never said.

It was wonderful being your best friend. We had a good run, better than most.

Missing you Wish you the best, Y/N L/N

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February 2025

Dear Y/N:

Occasionally, I think of all that could have been.

But we had many years together, and I will always cherish those moments.

Kelly loves the album, she puts it on while she cooks or does her makeup. P sings along in the car. She says she wants to go out for a tea party with you sometime. I listen to it even when they're out of the voice, for a reminder of your voice. You've made quite a name for yourself. I'm sorry I couldn't be there by your side.

Thank you for writing it. There are some things that you have to hear once, just for yourself.

Love Always Yours, Max Verstappen

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what did you think?? i might do a part 2 of yn & max talking for the first time in forever but i wanna know if you guys liked this one first LOL